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      Gallagher/Mandy_Milkovich, Ian_Gallagher_&_Iggy_Milkovich
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      Kidnapping, Mentions_of_Murder, Underage_but_by_consent_and_necessity,
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      Published: 2017-04-13 Updated: 2017-12-28 Chapters: 13/? Words: 32113
****** Ian Milkovich and his 6 Pack of Alphas ******
by Eyesthatseenothing
Summary
     He was part of their family. Bonded to one brother, married to
     another brother and father to the two youngest in the family.
     They would all protect Ian, kill to keep him safe, even against their
     own father.
     Mickey has been gone for four years and has no idea of the shit show
     he left behind.
Notes
     I really shouldn't start another WIP but I couldn't help myself. I
     have every intention of finishing the others.
     I wanted to give the A/B/O universe a try as I've enjoyed the stories
     I've read. I hope I do this justice and don't disappoint.
     This first chapter is Mandy's POV. I put her memories of the past in
     Italics, I apologise if I've missed any.
     Please let me know what you think, I love getting your kudos and
     comments.
***** Chapter 1 *****
 
Mandy was once again laying in a bed that wasn’t hers but where she’d spent
nearly every night for the last 4 years with her best friend wrapped tightly in
her arms. He had finally fallen back asleep after another nightmare. At least
he only had them every few weeks now and not every night like he did in the
beginning. She always slept on high alert, never feeling fully rested, worried
that she wouldn’t hear Ian if he needed her or that his screams might wake the
twins.
 
As she lay with him running her fingers through his too long red hair she felt
her anger rising. She fought it down when she felt Ian start to stiffen in her
arms. She should know better by now. Ian being bonded to her twin, wherever the
fuck he may be, gave them a connection, albeit a weak one. That connection
didn’t extend to her other four brothers, although they would all protect Ian,
kill to keep him safe. He was part of their family. Bonded to one brother,
married to another brother and father to the two youngest of the family.
 
If you looked at the big picture, she pondered for the millionth time, Ian
coming into their family had only made their lives easier, better than any of
them expected. Yes, Ian was traumatised and there was no hope of him ever being
able to fully recover without his mate, but as Ian liked to frequently remind
her, he had 2 healthy children and was surrounded by a family that loved and
protected him and his twins, something he had never had growing up before they
all claimed him and he became one of them.
 
As a result of Ian now in their lives there was no more Terry. He had died in
prison a few months before the twins were born under suspicious circumstances
which no one cared to look to far into. When her and Iggy collected his
belongings, they found a key to a safety deposit box. Mandy being Terry’s sole
beneficiary in his will, they were all shocked he had one, was able to claim
whatever bullshit he’d hidden from them.
 
Her and Iggy had to hold onto each other after she opened the mystery box. They
had spent all their lives trying to work out how Terry seemed to earn so much
money from selling guns and drugs but never had any for them. He was always
drunk or high or both, yet they all starved growing up and wore scraps for
clothes. Well, now they fucken knew. He had been squirreling away money that
any half decent parent would have spent on their children all for himself while
they went hungry, froze in the winter and showered in cold water. In the end,
they thanked him when they dropped his ashes into the gutter and kept walking.
 
The house was fully paid for which shocked the shit out of all of them and with
the money from the security box Mandy was able to buy a cheap apartment nearby
for her older 2 brothers Jamie and Tony to live in. She spent nearly all the
rest of the money fixing up the dump they lived in, no way was she letting the
babies grow up in the squalor they all did. With her brother’s all contributing
financially in legal jobs, she studied part time as well as helped Ian with the
twins. They all lived well and no one ever went without, especially the
children.
 
Being an Omega, Ian was not allowed to work or even go outside the home
unescorted without his husband or an Alpha family member by his side. He
couldn’t even take his own children to the clinic if they got sick unless one
of them was home to go with. Because of the demeaning laws placed upon Omegas,
Ian and the twins were never left alone. If Mandy was at college or Iggy was at
work then either Colin stayed home or Jamie or Tony came over.
 
They all hated the laws that treated Omegas like second class citizens with no
rights, like possessions. They all had terrible memories of their mother being
arrested repeatedly for leaving the house without their father so she could buy
them food or they would have all starved without the meagre scraps she was able
to bring home. Whenever Terry brought her home after her numerous arrests he
would beat her brutally, most of the time into unconsciousness. The police
didn’t even question him when she was found dead in a lane near their home, she
had a record for going out unescorted so they presumed she’d attracted the
person who beat her to death, blamed her. Even gave their sympathy to the man
who murdered her for losing his mate.
 
Her last thoughts as sleep took her this night was of her mother, the sweet
nurturing woman who thrived whenever their father wasn’t home, who struggled to
give them more.
 
 
******
 
 
She was in Ian’s bed yet again, he’d had a bad night so far and it was still
early. She’d only recently calmed him back to sleep and was able to pull away
from him just enough to reach her smokes. She really fucken needed one after
listening to Ian cry out in panic for her shit head brother for probably the
millionth time.
 
As much as she cursed Mickey for disappearing she couldn’t hate him, not even
for what Ian was going through without him. Knowing what they both went through
at the hands of their father and Ian always praising him to their twins she
just couldn’t.
 
Iggy and her sometimes discussed the bond between Ian and Mickey whenever Ian
would suddenly stop whatever he’d been doing and randomly comment without
remembering what he’d said. It wasn’t often, maybe every few weeks but she
recalled him saying ‘he’s trapped’ or ‘he’s fighting again’ but mostly he would
chuckle and say, ‘he’s thinking about me’.
 
They speculated their bond may be closer than normal, possibly a soul bond from
the comments Ian made and wondered if Mickey did the same wherever he was,
however they never spoke to Ian about this or asked at the clinic. They kept it
between themselves knowing if it was true it was rare and they didn’t want to
attract any undue attention to Ian or their children.
 
As she did most nights while she held Ian in her arms she contemplated the last
8 years she’d known him.
 
They’d met when he was 10 and she was 12 playing on the same baseball team.
They were at practice and it was the first day Ian had joined and the team
bully threw the ball at her hitting her on the head on purpose making her cry.
Ian saw the whole thing and marched over to him punching him in the face
knocking him on his ass. She went from crying to laughing in 2 seconds flat and
from then until now they’d been best friends.
 
When Mickey came to pick her up after practice he’d pissed himself laughing
when she’d told him what’d happened before threatening to kill the bully if he
came near her or Ian again. Ian was like 50 pounds dripping wet and the bully
was at least double his size. They’d become friends too after that and the
three of them were well known around the neighbourhood as trouble.
 
Two years later when her and Mickey presented as Alpha’s Ian was so happy for
her he’d cried. Her greatest fear was becoming an Omega like her mother and her
father auctioning her off to the highest bidder. The three of them celebrated
getting wasted and shooting targets in the abandoned buildings nearby.
 
When her and Mickey were 16 and Ian turned 14 he presented Omega. To say
everyone had been shocked was an understatement. Ian had shown all the signs of
becoming an Alpha like his older sister and brother even with his sweet nature
but from that day on his siblings changed.
 
First thing Fiona did was kick Frank out permanently and changed the locks.
Mandy could see the dollar signs in her eyes and now her nightmares became
Ian’s. Next thing she did shocked them all again. She approached Mickey even
knowing he was straight and offered to pay him to look after Ian during his
heats and to protect him in public.
 
Part of her thought he may hit her from the look on his face but after a few
minutes of silence he agreed claiming Ian’s was his friend and he needed the
money. She knew Ian was happy with his answer already suspecting he had a crush
on her brother but at the time she had no idea Mickey was gay. The deal was
made and from that day Ian was only allowed out the house with either Fiona,
Lip, Mickey or herself, no one else knowing of the arrangements except them.
 
As Ian had grown over the following 2 years he’d developed the appearance of an
Alpha, even exhibiting some traits. He grew tall and developed a physique a lot
of Alpha’s would envy. He went from cute puppy dog to really fucken hot drop
dead gorgeous before her eyes. While his temperament had always been sweet he
could still speak up for himself but quickly quieted when Fiona ordered. Unless
you knew he was an Omega no one would guess from looks alone, only his scent
gave him away. Fiona put him on birth control but didn’t want him to take
suppressants, he had no choice but to obey.
 
Ian never came back to their house with her after he presented so Terry never
found out he was an Omega. When the 3 of them did walk around the neighbourhood
most people went out of their way to avoid Mickey which worked in Ian’s favour
too. Mandy spent most of her time now at the Gallagher’s to shut Fiona up if
Mickey wasn’t with her. When her and Ian were upstairs in his room she couldn’t
help but eavesdrop from the top of the stairs listening to Fiona bitch and moan
about paying Mickey and the cost of the hotels every 3 months. Just before
everything turned to shit she heard Fiona tell Lip she’d taken a deposit from
some rich northsider to buy Ian for his son.
 
Mandy came back to herself feeling Ian getting restless next to her in bed, was
her own fault really. Every time she remembered that day her throat would
constrict and her breathing would speed up just like it did that day she’d
heard Ian had been sold. She concentrated on her breathing until she felt her
throat relax before going back to her thoughts.
 
She’d made an excuse to Ian, said she forgotten she had to be home and ran all
the way till she got to Mickey. Thank god, her father wasn’t home to see the
state she was in or the state Mickey was in when she told him and his face
became paler than it usually was.
 
$200,000 was the going rate for an Omega like Ian and Fiona had already taken a
10% deposit with the rest to be paid in 6 months when Ian was to be married.
They both knew male Omegas were rare but they were still shocked his family had
sold him like that. As she watched the color return to Mickey’s face he walked
out of the house and she didn’t see him for 2 days. Before Mickey came back
she’d spent most of the time comforting Ian in private since Fiona had told him
about the ‘arranged marriage’. She thought she couldn’t hate Fiona more than
she did at that time but she’d been wrong.
 
When he did come home she knew it was for Ian, he was due to start his heat in
the next few days and Mickey had not forgotten when he was needed for the past
2 years. He refused to speak to her again about Ian and stayed in his room
drinking until he got the call from Fiona to come get him.
 
A few days after they were gone her father and brothers went on a run out of
town so she went to stay with a guy she’d been seeing off and on. She’d texted
Mickey letting him know and when she’d come home she found him beaten, pistol
whipped and engaged to a Russian beta whore.
 
Till this day, she can’t understand how oblivious she’d been. She’d gone to see
Ian after Mickey told her to fuck off and slammed his door in her face. Fiona
swore at her too. Apparently, Mickey and Ian had been jumped on their way home
from the hotel and her brother, who was never allowed near Ian again had failed
to protect him. Ian had clearly been attacked but nothing compared to Mickey.
She told Fiona this, pointing out the extent of Mickey’s injuries but she
didn’t care. She could still come see Ian but he wasn’t allowed out the house
anymore.
 
Over the next 8 weeks she’d spent most of her days and nights at the
Gallagher’s babysitting Ian and his younger siblings. Fiona had gotten a new
job and was busy fucking her rich boss so she paid Mandy to stay on the nights
she didn’t come home which was most of them and Lip was in college so he hardly
ever came home anymore. She didn’t care though, had readily accepted her offer
so she could spend more time with Ian before she lost him forever.
 
At first, she didn’t notice the changes in Ian they were so subtle. He wouldn’t
talk about the attack but he did ask about Mickey everyday even if she hadn’t
gone home. He seemed quieter and withdrawn but she put this down to him missing
her brother. She even texted Mickey when she knew Fiona wouldn’t be home to
come over but he never answered her text, was like he’d cut Ian out of his life
never speaking of him again.
 
She ended up snapping at Ian a few times when he’d questioned her repeatedly
about Mickey getting married, she had no fucken idea why the he was doing it
either and Ian was getting on her nerves. She’d also missed his frequent trips
to the bathroom at first.
 
Between watching the younger kids and making sure they didn’t starve she was
exhausted. Was only a week or 2 before Mickey’s wedding that she’d noticed he
kept disappearing and she’d always find him in the bathroom. A couple of times
she heard him vomiting but he brushed it off saying he ate something that
didn’t agree with him. At this point she was just too tired question him
further.
 
Fuck, she was doing it again. Ian was fidgeting and holding onto her arm in a
death grip. He was muttering in his sleep and she could just make out ‘home’.
He must be dreaming cause he didn’t sound scared so she buried her face into
the back of his neck till he calmed and she was able to drift off too.
 
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Sanctuary
Chapter Notes
     I was going to write Mickey into the story this chapter but decided I
     wanted to start exploring how Ian has been welcomed into his new
     family, how they feel about him but not how he became a Milkovich
     just yet.
     This chapter is again in Mandy’s POV.
     Thank you for all your kudos and comments... they make me want to
     continue writing.
 
 
Mandy had dropped the twins off at day care on her way to community college
only to find out when she arrived that her 2 classes for the day had been
cancelled. She decided to enjoy some rare alone time by going to a café she
liked just off campus. After settling down with her favourite coffee, an extra
large hazelnut macchiato and enjoying the early September sunshine at an
outdoor table she pulled one of her text books out of her backpack deciding to
get a head start on the coming weeks classes.
 
She was studying for her degree in business administration but because she was
attending part time 3 days a week it would take her 6 years instead of 4 to
complete. She’d just began her 3rd year and she was thankful she wasn’t full
time. It was a really heavy course load but studying at home was made a lot
easier with Ian’s help.
 
Another reason to hate the fucked up society they lived in, Ian would have
breezed through her classes if only he was allowed or was an Alpha. His command
of English and his organizational skills were wasted by only being able to run
their household which would be frowned upon if anyone outside their family
knew.
 
Even with his permanent disabilities thanks to her piece of shit father their
home ran like clockwork. Besides child rearing, cooking and cleaning which were
ingrained in Omega DNA and the need to please their mate which he didn’t have
with Mickey missing, Iggy and herself had encourage Ian to do more when he came
to live with them as a way to distract him, give him other things to focus on.
 
When she’d told Iggy how well Ian had done in school before he’d presented he’d
asked Ian for his help getting his GED. By the time the babies arrived all her
brothers had gotten their GED’s with Ian’s help. He’d helped them organize
their chaotic lives from being criminals to hardworking members of society.
From time management skills to weekly budgets, even learning to pay their own
bills, he’d taught them all and they encouraged him, supported him wanting him
to be more than what society dictated even if he could only do it in the
privacy of their own home. They treated him like an equal but in public they
had to comply with the law.
 
While the competitiveness still existed between all her siblings, they were all
Alphas, it now held a supportive nature as well which had developed from Ian
being in their lives. They’d all pushed each other into changing their
lifestyles, the 2 innocent babies being the catalysts.
 
Iggy had become a bouncer in a nightclub in boystown when Ian was pregnant
thinking it would make their marriage more plausible if Fiona tried to cause
any more problems. With his previous illegal skills dealing drugs and having at
least 10 boys at a time working for him he was a natural leader. 3 years later
he was now the head of security for 2 of the clubs his boss owned.
 
Her other 3 brothers all worked in construction. Tony and Jamie were foremen
and they all hoped Colin would be soon but he was the least driven of them all
and seemed content as a general hand.
 
As she sipped her coffee casually, smoking her second cigarette since she’d
arrived she observed the other people sitting at the nearby tables taking in
the suns last reprieve just like herself and wondered if their lives were as
settled and unpredictable at the same time as hers.
 
She tried to take Ian out for coffee every week or 2 and they’d spend most of
the time people watching, quietly making up stories about the many strangers
who walked by or were sitting nearby and giggling like they did when they were
still teens. Her Alpha pride always got a boost whenever people would look at
them together, sitting so close and casually holding hands with obvious envy on
their faces for the Omega she ‘supposedly owned’. It never bothered Ian though
and sometimes he’d play into it cheekily cuddling her close.
 
She forced herself to come back from her thoughts and back to the text book
laying open and neglected before her, she spent enough time dwelling on the
past every night as she kept Ian calm enough to sleep and she still had a few
hours to kill before it was time to pick up the twins.
 
About an hour later and halfway through her second coffee which she’d regret
when the caffeine buzz kicked into overdrive she received a text from Ian.
 
Ian>>> Hey, hope I’m not bothering you but I need you to pick up a few things
for me after your class.
 
Mandy>>> Class got cancelled, am just studying. Whatcha need?
 
Ian>>> I have to go back to the Sanctuary and I prefer my own toiletries, can
you pick me up some?
 
Mandy>>> Sure, I’ll do it now before I pick up the twins xox
 
Ian>>> xoxox
 
Fuck!
 
 
******
 
 
She couldn’t sleep in Ian’s bed with him that night, his scent was beginning to
change if only slightly but enough to start effecting anyone in close proximity
and she was still an Alpha. This was only the second time since the twins had
been born that Ian’s suppressants had failed and Iggy always made sure he
bought him the best ones available, so just like 2 ½ years ago when they’d
failed her brother had booked Ian into an Omega Sanctuary, the one that didn’t
allow Alphas anywhere past the gates and specifically for married Omegas whose
Alpha couldn’t be with them for some reason. Iggy had called and booked Ian in
immediately when he had asked telling the receptionist he was out of town so
his sister would be bringing his husband to stay.
 
When the suppressants had failed the first time Iggy and Mandy had sat Ian down
and offered him the choice of going to a sanctuary that had Alphas specifically
trained to help Omegas through their heats but Ian said he couldn’t stomach the
thought of being touched by another Alpha in that way so they’d gone with the
other one that relied on toys only but left the Omega extremely unsatisfied and
frustrated.
 
Sanctuaries were expensive, so were the suppressants they bought Ian but they
never skimped when it came to him. Part of them was always reminded of their
mother when it came to Ian. They had the same traits both being Omegas but they
were something more. They both shared a fierceness not natural to Omegas
towards their children, not that Omegas aren’t naturally nurturing but in the
way that they weren’t afraid to stand up to an Alpha when it involved their
offspring and with their immediate family more than once Ian had been able to
calm her brothers from a petty squabble. He was always asked his opinion on
family matters and no decision was ever made regarding the twins without Ian’s
agreement. He wasn’t afraid to speak his mind but when Iggy or herself were
adamant about anything not regarding the twins he didn’t argue further.  
 
When Ian had been in hospital after the wedding that never happened the last
thing she had said to Fiona when they’d had security escort her of the premises
was to rib her for being so cheap knowing Ian was worth so much. The doctor had
said she was surprised Ian hadn’t fallen pregnant sooner when Fiona had told
her the name of the cheap ass birth control she’d bought him. It failed more
than it worked the doctor had said. What they had found out after having Fiona
removed was that it failed 100% of the time when a bond was made during heat.
 
A couple of weeks before college was due to restart she decided to bring up the
topic of the twins going to child care part time. She’d been thinking about it
a lot over the summer, together they were a handful for the both of them and
they were too clever for their own good. They were just over 3 years old now,
cheeky as hell and even Ian had mentioned they could do with more stimulation
than what they were getting at home.
 
He’d been apprehensive at first but agreed there was only so much he could
teach them at home. Between them they based most of the twin’s days on the
complete opposite of what was given them. A small amount of TV time cartoon
wise but they were more generous with nature programs that weren’t too violent.
They also bought them toys like Lego, playdoh and puzzles, toys that helped
them develop mentally. They went to the park daily weather permitting and tried
to go out somewhere fun every few weeks like the zoo or other indoor activities
child wise.
 
They also knew Mickey was their father, not Iggy and they’d decided to tell
them the truth that they didn’t know where he was but they added if he knew
about them he would be home. Ian and herself had taken plenty of pictures of
the 3 of them together before he’d disappeared on her phone so they’d had them
developed and on show for the twins to see, even put some in their room as much
as it hurt Ian whenever he walked past one. They did comprehend that Iggy was
‘like’ their dad even if they called him Uncle like her other brothers but they
knew he was the boss Uncle, the head of their family being the strongest Alpha
with Mickey missing and he doted on them like they were his own.
 
It took them going to 4 different child care centres before they were satisfied
dragging a reluctant and complaining Iggy with them as he was their father on
paper and he had to give permission for them to attend but quietly, out of
earshot he let Ian make the final decision.
 
College, child care and looking after their little terror twins without Ian for
up to a week was her last thoughts as sleep pulled her under not far off
sunrise.
 
 
******
 
 
When she’d taken him to the sanctuary first time she was able to tolerate his
scent so she’d gone with him to meet one of the counsellors in the reception
area at the front gate who was an Omega but in her 60s and well past her
omegapause. This was the only job an Omega could undertake working in a
sanctuary and only if well past her breeding life as well as unmated or
widowed. She was satisfied that Ian would be as comfortable as he could be. If
it wasn’t for the purpose of helping Omegas through their heat it would be a
luxury retreat, it even gave spa treatments and massages after the ordeal of
going through heat alone which she’d insisted Ian use.
 
But not this time, fuck no! Between Ian’s never-ending prattling and the scent
emanating from him getting stronger by the minute, Mandy’s head was starting to
swim all the while she was trying to concentrate on driving. Thankfully they
were only about 10 minutes away but there was still time for her to run them
off the road, either way she didn’t give a fuck right now.
 
She interrupted Ian’s fuck knows how long rant and snarled, “You sure you
remembered deodorant this morning!?” She felt guilty the moment she’d snapped
but Ian’s scent was starting to do things to her that she absolutely didn’t
want to feel about her best friend and her twins mate.
 
She tried not to pay attention, to watch as Ian turned in his seat quickly, t-
shirt riding up just enough so the side of his abs peaked out the bottom and
saliva started to pool in her mouth. Fuck!
 
As he was reaching for his backpack he changed subjects rapidly going from the
twins to rambling apologies. “Shit, sorry Mands. I put on extra when I realised
it was happening so fast before we left home. It’s never been like this before
without Mickey nearby. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He was already spraying more
deodorant on trying to cover his scent while he spoke. He’d moved so quickly
but to her it felt like a life time.  
 
She didn’t answer, she couldn’t but she could see the sanctuary in the distance
now which gave her some relief from the guilt she was feeling, thoughts of
doing very bad and really naughty things to… her mind was now fighting to shut
down Ian’s scent was so intoxicating, her Alpha fighting to take over as she
accelerated.
 
Suddenly she found herself coming to a stop. She jumped out the car and got as
far away as she could but still remain close enough to hear Ian speaking. She
had no recollection of their last few minutes travel but now she couldn’t stop
looking at Ian and it wasn’t in lust.
 
He was outside the car standing beside the bonnet but appeared to be frozen
while he looked at her, blankness in his eyes as he spoke. “He’s coming home…
he’s coming home.” He repeated twice his voice completely void of any emotion
before turning towards her with his half smile asking, “Please don’t forget to
follow my schedule for the twins, I left it on the fridge and don’t forget to
tell them I love them every night before bed.” He spoke so sweetly but she
could hear his underlining sorrow at his forced separation from his children.
It had been worse the last time but they’d been babies then.
 
She could tell he had no recollection of what he’d first said before telling
her for the hundredth time to follow that damn schedule she knew like the back
of her hand so she tried to smile and told him to go through the Omega entrance
while she went to the reception entrance to pay for his stay waving him
goodbye.
 
Unbelievably she hadn’t been pulled over on the drive home, she was sure she’d
sped most of the way. She definitely swore and flipped off at least a dozen
other drivers that had gotten in her way. Right now all she wanted, needed, was
to get home and speak to Iggy, tell him what had happened on the way to the
sanctuary. Thank fuck he’d taken the week off work to be home with his
‘husband’, his boss happily complying having his own husband besides the fact
it was the law. Really, he’d taken the week off for the twins and to make Ian
happy.
 
She was fit to explode by the time she pulled up in front of their house but
knew she couldn’t go in, she’d scare the twins she was so worked up so she sent
Iggy a text instead to come out to the car alone.
 
He got in the car taking her smoke out of her hand and inhaled deeply before
asking seriously, “What tha fuck happened?” She could tell he smelt Ian’s
strong scent still lingering even though she’d driven with all the windows
down, the state she was in wouldn’t be helping either.
 
She could feel her body still buzzing, still craving the Omega as she pulled
herself together enough to replay what had happened to her brother quickly.
“Just before we got to the sanctuary Ian’s scent sort of exploded, I had
trouble trying to control myself, he said it doesn’t happen that way without
Mickey nearby. When we got there I was ready to rip his clothes off so I jumped
out the car and got as far away from him as I could.” She was breathless
towards the end, not quite sure if it was from speaking so many words so fast
or the thought of Ian.
 
He looked at her disbelievingly so she continued. “That wasn’t the weirdest
part. When he got out the car he had one of those episodes where he freezes and
talks without remembering.” She lit another smoke when she noticed the one Iggy
had taken off her had burnt away ready to burn his fingers and pointed to his
hand.
 
He threw the smoke out the window before asking, “What did he say?” He didn’t
sound curious, if she had to guess he sounded a little angry.
 
She repeated what Ian had said “He’s coming home… he’s coming home.” She paused
for a second before continuing. “He said it completely blank just like the
other times. When he came to he spoke about the twins like it’d never
happened.” She said no more, simply waited for her older brother to respond.
 
He deadpanned. “We better get tha fuck ready then, I’ll call Tony and Jamie and
ask them to come over tonight. It’s time we told them bout Ian’s episodes but
don’t talk in front of the twins.”
 
 
******
 
 
The next day as Mandy was loading groceries into the car, twins secured in
their booster seats she got a text.
 
Iggy>>> Guess who just got home???
 
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Is that new fucken carpet?
Chapter Notes
     Finally some Mickey.... I don't know what else to say. Hope you all
     enjoy.
     As always thank you all for your kudos and amazing comments.
 
 
 Mickey had done a lot of dumb fucking things in his 22 years alive but his
biggest fuck up had been getting drunk at 9am in some dive bar the morning of
his supposed fucken wedding to the Beta whore his father had paid to fuck him
straight 4 years ago.
  
 At the time he hadn’t seen Ian for perhaps 8 weeks, the longest time they’d
spent apart since first meeting as kids but even 1 day not together felt like
torture since the last time he’d touched him, since they’d bonded and
everything had turned to shit so he’d done the only thing he could think of
that fucked up morning. He’d gone to a bar to drink and think, not a good
combination for a Milkovich.
  
 By the time he was ready to leave, some sort of half assed plan in his head to
be with Ian it had all gone wrong. He was making his way to the door intent on
getting to Mandy knowing she’d help, probably even improve on his plan and not
paying attention when he’d walked into someone.
  
 Naturally his first response was to shove the guy out of his way and telling
him to fuck off, he was on a mission now and time was running out but he’d
pushed another Alpha. He had a good few inches on him, probably Ian’s height
but he was obviously weaker than him, his pheromones piss weak compared to his
own but he’d obviously been chatting up some skanky looking Beta so he’d shoved
him back not wanting to lose face no doubt.
  
 Big fucken mistake. Mickey nearly laughed when he hardly swayed on his feet
drunk and all but he was already on edge, psyched up and feeling an intense
need to get to Ian so even though the other Alpha had started to back off when
his own scent hit him he’d punched him, and punched him and punched him.
  
 At the time his brain only registered ‘this fucker won’t go down’ not
realising his back was against a bar stool and he’d actually knocked him out
first punch. The only luck he’d had that day was forgetting his switch blade at
home or the charges would have been worse.
  
 When he finally realised the guy was knocked out he felt himself get tackled
to the ground by 2 Alphas who happened to be off duty officers.
  
 The next few days were a blur. He found out later when he’d woken in the jail
infirmary that he’d passed out in booking, been taken to hospital for a cat
scan which found nothing so they’d sent him back having no reason to keep him
in there. He’d spent 2 days’ unconscious waking with a throbbing head ache that
took months to fully go away. The infirmary doctors had no explanation for the
state he’d been in.
  
 After 6 days in the infirmary he was taken to court for arraignment where he
was refused bail but he found out he’d been charged with a felony assault. He’d
been offered a call as he wasn’t in condition to make one when he was arrested
but he felt so angry, so pissed off with himself knowing he was gonna be
staying for a long time that he told the guard to shove the call.
  
 What was the point… he’d never be able to ‘rescue’ Ian now. He couldn’t stop
Fiona from behind bars, he even felt to despondent to call his own twin.
Instead he wallowed in his own pain and self pity, ached desperately for the
part of him that was missing, his mate, his Ian.
  
 He been sentenced to 2-7 years, ended up serving 4 due to bad behaviour. He’d
spent most of his time working out and getting into fights. He’d been lucky as
a teen that he hadn’t gone to juvie but the record he’d still managed to get
and undoubtedly his last name didn’t help his sentence.
  
 He spent the whole time he was locked up thinking about Ian, praying the rich
northside fuck that bought him for his son rejected him when they sensed his
bond to another but he knew that never stopped Omegas being sold before. Ian
consumed his every waking thought and he knew his dreams/nightmares were of him
too. He was so overcome with guilt that he punished himself by not even trying
once to contact his own twin, the closest person to him except for Ian. He just
hoped she knew where Ian was when he got home, he’d made up his mind 4 years
ago not to lose him and he was determined to find him now that he was out.
  
  
 ******
  
  
 Now after a four hour bus trip home he found he couldn’t go in. He lit up his
third smoke since he’d gotten to the street outside his home pacing back and
forth along its length. Home, he scoffed to himself. What a fucken joke. This
shit hole had never been a home. It was nothing but a house of horrors. Only
things he ever really cared for in that dump was Mandy and his mom, maybe his
brothers at times but mom had been gone a long time now. Taken away by the same
monster that had taken Ian from him too.
  
 It also held his last memories of Ian, kissing Ian, caressing Ian then his
father attacking Ian then himself when he tried to protect him. His father
pointing a gun at Ian’s head giving him no choice but to do as he ordered. He
would never forget the look on Ian’s face, the tears running down his face or
the blood which trailed down his chest standing out so harshly against his pale
freckled skin.
  
 He saw Ian’s face covered in tears and blood often while he was locked up.
Used it as a focus when he worked out, fought other inmates and grew stronger.
Eventually he was left alone except for the odd dick head that didn’t believe
an Alpha his size possessed so much strength. He’d been stronger than his
brothers when he’d left, he was no doubt stronger than his piece of shit father
now.
  
 Fuck, he found himself now fighting back the tears he’d fought for the last 4
years, not once shedding a tear while locked up but now he felt he might
explode when he wondered where and how Ian was.
  
 His father had threatened to kill Ian if he didn’t marry the whore but he’d
kept away from him and Fiona had confined Ian to the house never to be left
alone so he would have been safe. He had to be safe or his life would be over
too. He would never forgive himself if somehow his father had hurt Ian, he
would kill him with his bare hands if he ever touched him again. He knew for a
fact he was now a stronger Alpha than his father and he’d make sure he knew it
too.
  
 Fuck he needed more time. Time to pull himself together. Time to think
clearly. Time to just bite the fucken bullet and storm in there and tell his
father what he thinks of him, who he loves and that no matter what he does to
him it will never change.
  
 Fuck this shit, was already 4 years too late, he wasn’t wasting another minute
on the old bastard.
  
 He threw the butt of his smoke carelessly onto the ground in the street and
made his way determinedly to the front gate pausing with his hand not quite
touching it as he took in the view before him slightly startled.
  
 He moved back a few steps looking up at the house then back at the yard and
stairs and realised, yes this was his house but fuck the yard was clean, no
rubbish in sight. The outside of the house had been painted and no windows were
broken. The stairs looked new, front porch appeared empty from where he stood
and the front door was newly painted a deep red.
  
 Nearly as soon as it entered his head they’d all moved and left him than he
heard the unmistakable sounds of his brothers laughing and jeering each other.
Fuck it, that was his cue to move so he entered the gate and made his way up
the stairs to the door and paused.
  
  
 ******
  
  
 The door flew open to his touch, unlocked as usual when Mickey entered. He
could hear the sounds of car racing and laughing. They were playing the Xbox it
seemed, not much changed there for a week day. First thing he noticed when he
entered the living room was all his brothers sitting there playing, drinking
and passing a joint around. Second thing he noticed was that he had never seen
his house so clean. It was spotless except for a few beer cans and an ashtray
on the new coffee table. He then realised that everything looked new and clean.
Not a fucken gun or knife in sight, no fucken weapons anywhere he looked. Even
the walls were freshly painted he noticed as his eyes scanned the room trying
to reconcile what he was seeing with the shithole he’d grown up in and was that
new fucken carpet!? If his brothers weren’t in front of him he would have
thought he’d walked into the wrong house. He made a grunting noise to let them
know he was there and as one they turned and just stared at him. Iggy, Colin,
Jamie and Tony.
  
 They stared, he stared, why the fuck were they all just staring! They reminded
Mickey of a comedy routine. Why the fuck are they just staring, so when Iggy
spoke it threw him and his eyes locked onto his.
  
 “Take your fucken shoes off!” Iggy snapped at him.
  
 He was so used to taking orders for the last 4 years that he instantly
followed his brothers command, cause that’s what it fucken sounded like, a
command.
  
 He took off his old worn shoes and turned around to place them against the
wall and saw a shoe rack with not one pair of old shoes on it. He placed his
shitty looking ones in an empty spot then turned back around to the side show
still watching him intently.
  
 “What!?” He spat at them.
  
 “Where tha fuck you been Mick!?” Iggy spat right back at him.
  
 “Was locked up. Where tha fuck you think I’ve been for the last 4 fucken years
aye, on fucken holiday! Pass that here fuck ya.” He reached over the back of
the lounge and grabbed the just started joint out of Colin fingers savouring
the first inhale after 4 years without.
  
 When he was done he looked back to his brothers, why the fuck were they all
still staring at him? He asked them annoyingly, “What the fuck are you all
looking at? Have I got something on my face? Why the fuck are you all staring
at me for assholes?” Self consciously he ran his free hand over his face just
in case he did have something on it.  
  
 He was surprised when his timider brother Colin spoke not sounding quite so
timid anymore. “You ain’t got a room no more. Sofa’s yours now, turns into a
bed but your shit is still here in my room down in the basement.” Colin spat at
him as he went to the fridge for more beer. “Catch.” He said chucking a beer at
a stunned Mickey.
  
 Jamie and Tony then got up off the sofa and shoved past him to the shoe rack
shaking their heads. He could sense their anger which put him on alert as he
moved further into the house and away from them. After they both had their
shoes on they glared at him in tandem then walked out the front door slamming
it behind them.
  
 He tried to regain control of whatever the fuck was going on and snarled,
“Which ever one of you moved into my room can fuck the hell out, I’m home now
so get your shit out.”
  
 Iggy stood up and stalked towards him, a blank look on his face, trying to
hold back his emotions. “Really Mick? You up and take off. Locked up or what
the fuck ever. You couldn’t even call. Let us know where the fuck you are? If
you’re even alive?” Voice rising on the last question.
  
 He raised his voice back. “What are you my fucken wife I gotta let you know
where I’m at? Fuck you!”
  
 “No, fuck you! We’re the ones that was here cleaning up the fucken mess you
left behind. The mess we are all still looking after, especially me so fuck you
very much!” Iggy threw back at him.
  
 “What the fuck are you talking about? The whore dad wanted me to marry? Fuck
her, I didn’t knock her up. Not my fucken problem.” He tried to dismiss.
  
 “We know that dummy. She’s long fucken gone. I’m talking bout dad and Ian?
Remember them hmmm?” Iggy asked him mockingly.
  
 Mickey’s mind started racing. What the fuck. Do they know about him and Ian?
Was Ian ok? Shit. Fuck. He started backing up towards the door ready to run. He
had to get to the Gallagher’s and check on Ian. He’d kill them if they’d hurt
him. He could feel rage starting to take over when a hand landed on his
shoulder making him jump.
  
 Iggy now spoke to him quietly, a softness taking over his features. “Aye. Calm
the fuck down Mick. We aint done shit to Ian and we ain’t gonna do shit to you.
We aren’t fucken dad. He’s gone now and he won’t be coming back so just calm
the fuck down. Here, light this up and chill the fuck out.” Iggy started
shoving a fat joint at Mickey’s chest.
  
 “Where the fuck is dad anyway?” He asked while lighting up.
  
 “Attempted murder. Got life. Died unexpectedly…” Iggy smirked. “Not that he
would want to see any of us except to kill us after what went down at your
supposed wedding.”
  
 “What happened? Where’s Mandy? He didn’t hurt her, did he?” He knew his dad
would go after his twin to punish him, hurt him.
  
 “She’s fine now. Had a broken arm and a few bruises. We all did after Dad
tried killing Ian at your wedding.” He said calmly.
  
 Mickey felt his legs give out under him as he sat down hard on the floor. He
barely managed to get out. “He ok? Is he at his place?”
  
 He felt Colin pull him up off the floor and sit him in an arm chair as he
spoke quietly. “Mandy will be home soon then she’ll explain.”
  
 Mickey just sat there as his brothers just watched him. What the hell had
fucken happened? His mind drifting from the weed he’d smoke thankfully.
  
 A few minutes later he vaguely heard a car pull up out the front and a horn
toot. He thought he heard Iggy speaking to him, but he couldn’t understand
anything coming out of his mouth. Next thing he knew he felt him punch him in
the arm.
  
 “When they come in just shut your fucken mouth and don’t say a word, you hear
me Mickey!” That sounded like a threat. What the hell was going on. “I mean it
Mickey, keep your mouth shut till I tell you it’s ok to speak.” Iggy growled at
him.
  
 At least Iggy had gone back to calling him Mickey he thought as he sat there
trying to pull himself together. He then noticed there was children’s stuff
stacked neatly on shelves and on the floor in the corner of the room. Didn’t
they say the whore left? Mandy must have gotten herself knocked up while he was
gone. That shit looked expensive he thought and couldn’t help but smirk.
  
  
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Red hair and green eyes.
Chapter Notes
     I wanted names close to both Mickey and Ian but ones I hadn’t seen in
     any stories before. I apologise if I have used names already given
     but I haven’t come across them myself and I intend to use them in
     other stories too.
     I’m a huge fan of the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series by Laurell K
     Hamilton and one of her main characters is named Micah. I got Minah’s
     name from Bram Stoker’s Dracula but in the book her name is spelled
     Mina. And yes, I love Vampires but the bloody violent kind, not the
     sparkly kind unless their eyes are red no offence, however I did read
     the books and watch the movies.
     Thanks all for your comments, kudos and support.
 
 
Mickey watched his brothers walk out the house smiling, their demeanours had
completely changed from how they were a few minutes earlier towards him into
something he didn’t know they were capable of. Something he’d only seen hints
of from his brothers when they were children, a look of joy and tranquillity
he’d only shared with Mandy and Ian when they were younger and alone but never
at home in front of their father or in front of anyone else for that matter.
 
Why the fuck were they so damn pleased Mandy had come home from shopping? Were
they really that fucken hungry? He wouldn’t mind something that wasn’t poured
out of a bag and served on an assembly line himself.
 
Still food could wait as he tried to take in more of what was around him and
his brothers strange behaviour. He couldn’t equate his life from 4 years ago to
what he was now seeing, his head not able to comprehend the extreme differences
all around him from the house and how it now looked, his brothers actually
looking clean and wearing half decent clothes compared to the ingrained fear of
his father storming through the door into the cesspool they’d be born into. He
really was confused as fuck, felt like he’d stumbled into an episode of The
Twilight Zone but he was the main star.
 
It wasn’t long before his brothers were back, both holding numerous shopping
bags in each hand and placing them on the dining table. His eyes followed Iggy
back out the door then were caught up watching Colin start cleaning up the
coffee table, taking away the empty beer cans and the ashtray, even coming back
out with spray and a cloth to wipe it down.
 
This whole show he was witnessing was totally wigging him out. Colin was now
putting away the groceries with care and not just chucking things into
cupboards and was that fucken fruit!? Colin was really putting fruit into a
heavy looking glass bowl on the table. He was sure he could also see him
pulling vegetables from the bags as well.
 
He was also picking up a familiar scent when he was distracted by the sound of
a child squealing and giggling, not a common occurrence around their house but
he couldn’t be fucked turning and looking out the window, he was still trying
to work out what he’d come home to. He was also pretty sure he could hear
Mandy’s voice but wasn’t able to make out her words. He figured it must be her
kid making all that racket, she was a noisy fucker too when they were young.
 
His nerves were now getting the better of him at the thought of her getting
closer. He felt a light sweat break out all over his body knowing his sister,
his hot-blooded twin would be more than furious at him for not contacting her
for the last 4 years, she could be scary as fuck when she wanted to be.
 
“Shoes!” Iggy call out playfully as the giggles he’d heard earlier came through
the front door as he quickly averted his gaze to the TV which was now switched
off, hopeful Mandy wouldn’t lose her shit if her kid was there.
 
He caught movement out the corner of his eye and turned back towards the voices
on high alert expecting Mandy but was instead greeted by a high pitched
shrieking voice, “Micah, Daddy’s home!” Blasted through his skull as he saw 2
little red headed children rambling towards him and gawking like he was some
exhibit in the zoo.
 
Iggy must have put something extra in that last fucken joint he’d smoked cause
he was definitely hallucinating. He could see Mandy and himself as small kids,
their exact faces before him but both had Ian’s striking red hair and green
eyes.
 
He didn’t notice how the house went deadly quiet but he could feel numerous
eyes watching him, making him uncomfortable as he tried to work out if what the
fuck he was seeing was real or not but fuck it must be cause the boy with his
face was moving closer to him slowly and gazing fixedly into his eyes.
 
His whole body felt weak as his mind struggled to accept what he was seeing. He
was so fucken grateful he was still seated when the boy who was nearly touching
him opened his mouth to speak.
 
“You made my Daddy cry.” He hollered at him so earnestly as he reared his arm
back and socked him in the eye.
 
 
******
 
 
He wasn’t angry, he was fucken dumbfounded is what he was as the house seemed
to abruptly fill with noise and movement. Mandy was in front of him in a flash
sweeping the boy into her arms totally ignoring him sitting there before
storming away, door slamming in her wake. The little girl was now in Iggy’s
arms wriggling around excitedly as his brother grinned at him not trying too
hard to hide his amusement.
 
He unconsciously clenched the arms of the chair he was sitting in as Iggy
squatted down before him seating the girl with Mandy’s face on his knee. She
was squeezing Iggy’s cheeks together making his lips pucker as he spoke
unintelligently.
 
“Dats my Daddy.” He watched as she took one hand off his brother’s cheek and
pointed directly at him leaning forward trying to touch his chest but didn’t
have the reach, her small hand landing on his leg before she pulled it back.
 
Words finally made it past his lips but just above a whisper. “What did she
say?” His eyes flicked between the little girl and his brother fuck knows how
many times but he still couldn’t accept what she’d now said, twice?
 
Iggy smirked at him. “This is your daughter Minah and the killer right hook
belongs to your son Micah. He gave you a nice baby shiner there Mick, strong
Milkovich genes aye!” He said to him proudly.
 
Minah fussed in Iggy’s arms till he let her go then she climbed onto Mickey’s
lap making him freeze. He’d never had a child sit on him before, never had no
interested in them honestly but this one scared him more than any of the Alphas
he’d been locked up with. She made herself comfortable then gently poked his
eye which he could feel was a tad bruised and a little sore to her touch but he
didn’t stop her, he couldn’t take his eyes off her now as she frowned at him
with his sisters face and his mate’s green eyes.
 
His eyes welled unknowingly as she continued to prod under his eye before she
began to rub her tiny hand across his face. “Why you cry Daddy?” She asked him
worriedly.
 
He rubbed one hand over his face alongside hers feeling the wetness she’d
missed. He hadn’t even realised he was crying it had been so long. Right after
his sentencing was the last time he’d allowed that side of him to show even
knowing no one was around to witness his tears before burying them down as deep
as he could in order to survive where he’d now found himself.
 
But now he found himself needing a reason, an explanation but there were just
so many. He settled on one he knew Mandy would’ve liked to hear when they were
kids and discovered he didn’t even have to try to smile while he answered her
question. “Cause you’re just so pretty.”
 
It seemed to be the right one when she blushed ever so slightly and let out a
giggle before leaning the side of her body onto his, her head resting on the
left side of his chest as light as a feather and pulled his arm around her
taking hold of his hand and examining his tattooed fingers.
 
He ached to touch her red hair that was exactly the same shade as Ian’s but
long and thick in a messy braid, strands hanging loose. He could smell it so
strongly under his nose, sweet like some type of berry but a part of him was
still too scared of the child on his lap even if she seemed to have no problem
at all touching him.
 
“Minah, snack time.” The tender voice of his sister coming from across the room
broke through his thoughts as his daughter? flew off his lap and skipped her
way to the dining table climbing onto a seat. He’d never heard Mandy use that
voice with anyone except Ian, another thing they’d shared.
 
His watched as Minah ate what looked like pieces of fruit as she watched him
back, legs swinging in the air below her, his sister’s grin on her face till
she looked away and across the table sticking her tongue out at her brother who
was scowling at her, his own cranky look on his face. He might have laughed at
the similarities between him and his sister at the same age if the situation
were different but they definitely wouldn’t be eating fruit, they’d be lucky to
be eating anything in the afternoon let alone dinner.
 
He hadn’t realised his son, Micah if he remembered correctly had come back out
of what he presumed was the children’s room, his old room he’d been so
entranced by Minah. Mandy sat between them in their father’s old seat glaring
daggers at him. Fuck he was glad the kids were there, he was sure they were the
only reason he was still breathing. How proud Mandy would be to know he had men
twice his size avoid him out of fear when he’d been locked up but the way she
now looked at him gave him pause.
 
Trying to focus on multiply things was fucking with him, he usually only had
one thing to be wary of when home and his brother had told him he was dead. He
hadn’t even noticed that Iggy was still sitting on the floor by his chair until
he stood up and spoke to him. How did he suddenly lose his ability to scan a
fucken area 20 times bigger than their house only that morning?
 
“Let’s go for a smoke.” He said casually.
 
Gratefully he got up for the first time since Mandy and the kids had gotten
home, no idea how long ago that was and followed Iggy to his bedroom. He
strolled behind him unable to walk with his usual strut on the carpet. It felt
strange under his socked feet, the traction to soft and no fucken way did he
want to risk slipping and landing on his ass for a second time that day,
especially with Mandy still glaring at him.
 
Closing the door behind him he pulled out his smokes lighting one before it
nearly fell from his mouth luckily sticking to his bottom lip. “What the fuck
happened here!?” He twisted his body taking it all in.
 
“Do you have any idea how fucken annoying an Omega can be?” A mixture of
amusement and pissed came through his words but he took no mind, surprised by
his brother’s room that was so neat with his bed made and no naked pictures of
girls on the walls.
 
The word Omega registered in his brain. Besides having his own smallish crush
on Ian before he’d presented it only got worse those first few months before
his first heat, before they’d become intimate when Ian’s Omega traits begun to
come forth. After the shock of Ian not being an Alpha and Fiona’s proposition
it only took him a few weeks to fully comprehend what that could mean when
Ian’s behaviour towards him started to change.
 
Iggy nudged him in the ribs breaking his thoughts, “So umm, we gotta talk man.”
He could sense seriousness in his tone but he needed to know something first.
 
He struggled with his next words, brittle to his own ears. “They’re about 3,
right? When were they born?” Twins just like him and Mandy and he’d missed so
much already.
 
“Born the 6th May so yeah, their 3 and a bit.” He could tell his brother loved
them by the way he spoke.
 
As much as it was killing him knowing about his twins and what he’d missed his
mind was thrown back into a spiral at the thought of Ian. He would have already
lost it if it wasn’t for them, the shock of meeting his kids had held him back
but his resolve was now crumbling. He’d been so worked up since getting on that
bus this morning to come home, spent the last 4 years obsessing about his mate
and hunting him down.
 
From the look on his brother’s face he knew he’d been hit by a wave of
pheromones he could no longer hold in, didn’t help he’d spent the last 4 years
exuding them. Being the youngest didn’t stop him being the most dominate,
they’d all known their father was the only one stronger than him when he’d
‘vanished’. He’d watched men twice his size cower before him for years now and
his brother was no fucken exception.
 
Voice consumed now with menace unable to be kept in, “I smelt him, near the
kid’s toys, walking up the hallway, so where tha fuck is he hmmm?”
 
“He’s safe Mick, just don’t wig out when I tell you.” He pleaded to his
brothers rage.
 
Mickey leaned back against the bedroom door arms folded indicating to his
brother his willingness to listen. He’d worked out already Iggy had been
looking after Ian, Mandy and the others too, now he needed to know the story,
what the fuck had been happening.
 
Iggy inhaled his smoke deeply before speaking. “He’ll be home Monday, his
suppressants failed so I had no fucken choice but to send him to a Sanctuary.”
 
Mickey berated. “You sent my mate away to be fucked by another Alpha!?” He
asked in disbelief.
 
Iggy scoffed, his own anger at his brother now building. “HE chose to go to one
of them ones without Alphas so HE could torment the fuck out of himself for
days or would you have preferred he stay home in a house full of fucken Alphas
aye!”
 
Mickey stayed silent, unable to answer but seething and running a hand across
his face as Iggy stared at him defiantly before snapping. “What? What? You have
no right to get judgemental with me! You gonna tell me you never bent no one
over in the last 4 fucken years hmmm! You become some fucken saint? Well you’d
be the first fucken Alpha not to so don’t tell me what to do with MY. FUCKEN.
HUSBAND!”
 
 
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Reminiscing
Chapter Notes
     I apologize profusely for the delay in updating but life got a little
     bit too much. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll try not to take
     so long between this and the next one.
     Not a long chapter but a few memories from Mickey.
     Thank you all for your comments, kudos and support:)
 
 
“Take the twins down the road to Tony and Jamie’s place now!” Mandy ordered
Colin the moment she heard Iggy’s door close behind him and Mickey. They must
have sensed something was up she guessed when they didn’t ask questions like
they normally would or cause a fuss, they simply moved towards the front door
and let Colin help them on with their shoes and left.
 
The moment the 3 of them were out the door Mandy flew into her room and grabbed
something out of her bed side draw she was positive she was gonna need before
standing outside Iggy’s room with her ear pressed to the door so she could hear
while holding the item in her right hand firmly, her left hand hovered over the
door knob.
 
She was an expert at eavesdropping in this house after years of being alert to
the slightest noise that might warn her of her father’s rage and give her and
Mickey enough time to either hide or risk the drop from the window of whoever’s
room they were currently taking cover in. They’d accumulated many scrapes and
bruises over the years but miraculously no broken bones.
 
She could hear their conversation and could easily pick up her twin’s anger
exuding from him. She felt sorry for other brother but at the same time she
felt proud of him for standing up to Mickey who was so obviously the strongest
of them now, 4 years of prison no doubt enhancing what they all knew he’d
become.
 
She debated with herself if it was time she should just fucken enter the room
when she heard Mickey bellow at Iggy but she held herself back when she heard
him begin to reply, however when she heard Iggy roar ‘MY FUCKEN HUSBAND!’ she
barrelled into the bedroom as fast as she could and found herself frozen for at
least 10 or 20 seconds, she wasn’t quite sure before she could bring herself to
act.
 
She was immediately smacked in the face by pheromones smothered in fury and
anxiety flowing from both her brothers as they went nearly punch for punch for
a few brief seconds, blood already running down both their faces as they fought
like savage dogs before Mickey got the upper hand clearly the more dominate
even though he was the smaller. A deep growling noise seeping from between his
lips as his ire increased.
 
When Iggy cowered momentarily he gave Mickey the opportunity to head butt him
hard knocking him backwards onto his bed while Mickey jumped agilely on top of
him resting a knee on his chest and punching him in the face repeatedly. This
in turn snapped Mandy out of her daze as she raised her hand.
 
She shot her twin with her taser gun sending 30,000 volts into his back, the
only type of weapon they now kept in the house that she knew of causing him to
seize upwards for fucks knows how long, time seemed to slow down. A perverse
pleasure ran through her while she inflicted pain on her twin, she was so
furious with. When the taser hit the end of its cycle he collapsed forward onto
Iggy who let out a whoosh of air when Mickey connected with him. She then
tentatively moved towards them climbing onto the bed and removed the two
electrodes that had penetrated her brother’s back before pushing him off Iggy
who was clearly out for the count.
 
Mickey wasn’t unconscious but he wasn’t moving any body part except for his
eyes which looked more hurt than anything. Probably didn’t expect that to
happen, especially his sister behind the weapon but she found she couldn’t stop
glaring at him. She was far from satisfied and fully intended on making that
known. Barely holding back her anger as she glanced down at her other brother
briefly before she spat at her twin, “If it wasn’t for him!” She shrieked while
pointing at Iggy from her kneeling position alongside him, “You wouldn’t have
any children right now, fuck…! You wouldn’t even know where Ian was or if he
was safe or fuck knows how he was being treated since you’ve been gone so you
better chill the fuck out!” She was trembling by the time she’d finished
yelling.
 
That seemed to do the job as he slowly reached his hand across Iggy searching
for hers which she reluctantly grasped. She was still angry, wanted to throttle
him but that didn’t mean her feelings towards him lessened, they’d always been
the closest and always would be. She held onto his hand for a few seconds
squeezing it before letting go and getting off the bed. She wanted to help him
move to her room, Iggy needed her more right now and she wanted him out of
sight.
 
After she’d dumped him in her bed she grabbed a wet cloth and a frozen bag of
peas before going to Iggy’s room to attend to him, she’d deal with Mickey
later.
 
 
******
 
 
“If it wasn’t for him… “You wouldn’t have any children right now, fuck…! You
wouldn’t even know where Ian was or if he was safe or fuck knows how he’d been
treated since you’ve been gone so you better chill the fuck out!”
 
Mandy’s words kept reverberating through his skull on repeat. The way he’d
treated his brother when he’d obviously done whatever he could to ensure Ian’s
and the twins safety ate away at his soul, like a knife had been plunged
directly into his heart.
 
He could admit it was his fault even if Iggy had provoked him unintentionally,
how could he not know the outcome when he’d made that statement about Ian being
his fucken husband. Maybe if he, himself had the time process that information
or the control to realise what would have happened to Ian if it wasn’t for his
brother the outcome might have been different.
 
Without him there when whatever had gone down at the wedding, his brother had
obviously stepped up to protect Ian, had somehow gotten him away from Fiona and
found a way to legally wed him and in turn saved his children as well that he
was sure she wouldn’t have wanted to keep knowing the money she’d be missing
out on.
 
Ian had absolutely no fucken rights, was at the mercy of his sister and her
greed. Now he really needed to know exactly what had happened with his father,
Mandy and obviously all his brothers that day but now he’d have to wait for all
this shit to calm down. Hopefully Mandy would tell him when she’d finished with
Iggy but then again maybe she’d make him wait she was so pissed off with him.
 
He had no inclination to move right now enjoying the scent of his sister that
had comforted him growing up, his body relaxing for the first time since he’d
gotten home. He reached for the smokes Mandy had sitting on her bedside table
lighting one up before letting himself think about Ian, reminiscing about their
relationship when it became more, how it had all begun after Fiona’s
proposition.
 
At first, he didn’t really notice, after all Ian was the only person besides
Mandy who could say whatever they wanted to him without fear of being punched
and not in a good way. He would make small comments about his clothes telling
him to change into something that had only been worn once or even twice, he
even found himself doing it after a while without being asked and when they
were alone Ian would touch him subtly. His feelings went from a crush to
something more that both astonished and frightened him, made him want Ian even
more and daydream that they could one day be more.
 
When it was just the 2 of them, which had been happening a lot since Mandy had
taken a liking to fucking they would go nearly every day to the abandoned
buildings to shoot or just hang out. Ian would praise him even when his shots
weren’t so accurate or he’d stolen some good weed off his brothers. Previously
Ian would brag his shots were better, rub them in his face but he’d slowly
eased back only commenting occasionally when he’d made an exceptionally good
one. Just like with his clothes he found himself wanting to praise Ian in
return whenever his shots were on target just to see the delight in his eyes.
 
Not long before Ian’s first heat, maybe only a few weeks, whenever they found
themselves alone they began to gravitate towards each other instinctively, to
either stand or sit so close together they could feel each other’s breath. He
found himself needing physical contact with Ian constantly but he didn’t let it
go beyond holding him in his arms and gently nuzzling into his neck no matter
how much the scent that now emanated from Ian drove him wild.
 
The fact that Ian never lost his edge, could still give him his opinion and rib
him back made him all the more special. He had no interest in being with
someone who was a yes/no type who couldn’t think for themselves. He would have
wanted to be with Ian even if he had presented Alpha or Beta, although his own
Alpha pride shone proudly at the fact he’d attracted such a highly prized
Omega.
 
Thoughts of Ian also brought thoughts of his mother to the forefront. The
saying, ‘he married a woman just like his mom’ or in his case a man and not
quite married was a fair description when you compared the type of Omega they
both were. His Mom was opinionated and defensive when it came to him and his
siblings even knowing the outcome would be violent and he was sure Ian was the
same way with their children. She had a fire inside her unlike most Omegas and
no matter how many times his piece of shit father put her down, tried to douse
that spark that made her unique she never gave up.
 
That being said he would never lay a hand on Ian and would kill any fucker who
tried. He was still an Alpha though and at times he did shut him down if he
seriously didn’t agree with something he said or wanted to do. When that had
happened, when his nature had come forth it was always in his belief of what
was in Ian’s best interest or when he was feeling particularly possessive.
Neither of them could fight that part of who they were and Ian never held it
against him, his Omega thrived whether he liked it or not.
 
When they’d last been together after they’d bonded and Ian’s heat had ended,
his father catching them fucking on the lounge he’d done the only thing he
could do at that time to protect Ian, he’d used their bond against him. His
father took what he’d said as him simply being fucked straight when he’d
ordered Ian to ‘stay the fuck away from him’.
 
From what he knew so far, what Iggy had said about their Dad trying to kill Ian
at his fucked up wedding just proved how strong he could be when needed. The
pregnancy would have been the reason he’d fought against his order to stay away
from him, an Omega shouldn’t be able to go against their bonded Alpha after
such a direct command but Ian had, his mother had too.
 
He was on his 4th or 5th smoke when he was broken from his thoughts by the
sound of the kids outside his door. He could hear Mandy herding them into their
room, his old room for ‘story time’ and Minah asking where he was. Her words
and the way she’d asked, like she really wanted to see him made him feel like
an Elephant was sitting on his chest crushing him to death but with guilt.
 
The door softly swung open making him jump off the bed fists clenched ready to
go again if that’s what Iggy was fucken looking for but it wasn’t him it was
Colin who barely looked at him and never said a word, he simply put a plate
with a few slices of pizza on it down on the bed with a couple of bottles of
beer before he left the room as quietly as he entered.
 
Fucken great, now no one’s probably gonna talk to him. Welcome the fuck home
Mickey! At least they hadn’t forgotten to feed him, he hadn’t noticed he was
hungry until he’d smelt it up close. He ate faster than was healthy downing 2
bottles of beer one after another and wishing for more. When he was done eating
he sat back on Mandy’s bed and hoped she didn’t make him wait too much longer.
 
She didn’t. She entered the room like a fucken storm chucking a towel at his
head and snarling, “Go have a fucken shower while I change the sheets you bled
all over asshole!” He was done for the day, not bothering to argue with her he
did as she’d ‘commanded’ him as fast as he could hoping to finally know what
had happened 4 years ago.
 
After painfully washing away all the dried blood off his face then a quick wash
of his body, he was surprised to see a pair of sweats and a t-shirt sitting on
the bathroom vanity waiting for him. He towelled off before getting dressed and
making his way back to Mandy’s room finding her sitting in a pair of sweats
herself and smoking a joint.
 
“Pass that the fuck here.” He said bluntly as he sat down on the bed next to
her and took it when she held it out to him. They both sat in comfortable
silence passing the joint back and forth, another one entering the rotation
when they’d finished. Fuck he’d missed her, even if she had tasered him only a
couple of hours earlier.
 
 
 
 
 
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     The wedding
Chapter Notes
     *TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR VIOLENCE, HOMOPHOBIC LANGUAGE, MAJOR CHARACTER
     INJURY & PANIC ATTACKS*
     Mandy's memories of the wedding are written in Italics. I found this
     very difficult to write, please be aware of the trigger warnings for
     this chapter.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
They were laying side by side on Mandy’s bed, shoulders touching, breaths in
sync as they listened to the whispering of tiny voices coming through the baby
monitor on the bed side table. The words were indistinguishable and slowly
tapered off over time until sound no longer came through.
 
Mandy was far from ready to share with her twin what had happened that day and
the following days, weeks, months, years but he deserved to know what had
occurred, especially that day. His wedding day to the Russian whore he’d never
shown up for but Ian had so now she had to relive the worst time of her life
when she’d nearly lost her best friend, fought to keep him safe.
 
Reluctantly she spoke hoping for the answer she knew wouldn’t come. “You sure
you’re ready, maybe take some more time to settle in, a few days perhaps.” As
angry as she still was she’d missed the comfort of her twin, her body naturally
gravitated towards him as she moved onto her side and rested her head on his
chest, his arm moving under her to hold her close.
 
She could feel his unease clouding the air, “Don’t gotta choice, do I? Ian…
fuck, I have to know Mandy, please.” He spoke softly, anxiety lacing his words.
 
“I’ll tell you but first I need to know what happened to you that day, how did
you end up locked up for 4 fucken years Mick?” She failed to keep the lingering
resentment she still felt towards him when she’d asked but listened to his
story carefully wrapping her arm around his waist as he spoke.
 
She listened to his story and wished he’d spoken to her first before going off
and getting drunk but decided not to tell him off knowing what he’d find out
soon enough about that day. However, her curiosity piqued when he told her how
he’d passed out in booking and remained unconscious for 2 days without a
medical explanation and taken months to recover from the headache he’d had when
he’d come around.
 
Ian was unconscious for 2 days, he had also suffered from constant headaches
for months afterwards but she wasn’t ready to share that with him just yet
deciding to discuss it with Iggy first. What where the odds they’d both be in
the same condition at the same time, same day? She wondered if he also had
moments when he’d blanked out and spoken with no recollection but she had no
way of knowing, no one to ask.
 
It was time now and just like her mind had done a million times before she went
back to that day.
 
 
******
 
 
The hall was full of her father’s friends, associates and Russian whores all
waiting for a wedding she had never imagined would happen when her father
demanded she go find her twin while her brothers looked on with as much
confusion on their faces as her. Who the fuck gets married to some whore they
may have accidently knocked up and what were the chances it was even his?
 
She made her way down to the basement already knowing he was supposed to be
waiting there until it was time but she couldn’t find him. She made her way to
the other door which led to the street, he was probably outside smoking but
before she made it there the door burst open as Ian flew into the room in a
panic.
 
“Where is he Mands?” Ian eyes were red and he looked slightly crazed.
 
Fuck. “What are you doing here Ian, does Fiona know you’re here?” The last
thing she wanted was that bitch to blame her for Ian leaving the house.
 
 
 
His voice broke when he spoke and tears began running down his face. “I need to
see him, he can’t go through with this, he can’t leave me.”
 
He started looking around, his panic getting worse so she grabbed ahold of his
arms holding him still. She raised her voice to get his attention, “Ian stop!”
He looked at her now and she felt his body start to tremble under her touch.
“Talk to me please, what the fuck is going on?” She had a bad feeling Ian had
fallen for Mickey, for her straight brother who was about to get married even
if he’d been with Ian during his heats. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for a
straight male Alpha and a male Omega.
 
Ian pleaded with her, “He wants to be with me Mandy, please tell me where he
is!”
 
Shit, she had to make him leave before Fiona realized he was gone or worse her
father found him here claiming Mickey wanted to be with him. “You have to go
now Ian, you can’t be here please.” She shook him gently hoping to get through
to him but his trembling only got worse, his head shaking no. She tried again,
“Ian… fuck. You know this can’t happen, you and Mickey can’t be together. Go
home and I’ll come as soon as the ceremony is over I promise.” She begged him.
 
He pulled an arm from her grasp and grabbed her hand placing it on his neck. OH
MY FUCKEN GOD NO! She could feel it somehow, the mark deep under his skin. He
shrieked at her now, “He can’t, we’re bonded and I’m pregnant!”
 
“YOU FUCKEN FAGGOT I’LL KILL YOU!” He father roared behind her. She began
turning her head and was thrown into the wall as her father charged into her to
get to Ian, an audible crack and intense pain in her arm as she connected.
 
She looked towards Ian and saw her father punching him repeatedly in the face,
blood blooming and dropping him to the ground then kneeling one leg on his
chest as he strangled him and started to slam his head into the concrete floor.
 
She ignored the pain, her adrenaline coursing through her as she ran towards
them and tried to pull one of her father’s hands off Ian’s neck. He let go long
enough to back hand her across the face landing her on her ass. She didn’t
realize her brothers were there and screamed to them, “Help him, he’s Mickey’s
mate, he’s pregnant!”
 
For a second she didn’t think they would help until Iggy started to move, the
others following closely behind and pulled their father off Ian. He began
throwing punches at whoever he could reach before all 4 of her brothers began
to hit him back finally stopping him as they beat him into unconsciousness.
 
She rushed back to Ian on her knees, her left arm limp by her side obviously
broken, his head in a pool of blood. She caressed his bruised and bloody face
gently but couldn’t rouse him. “Iggy, call 911!”
 
He was already on his cell calling for help. He yelled to her, “Mandy don’t
move his head their coming!” Then he was on the ground on the other side of Ian
gently pressing his jacket to the side of his head, Colin by her side and Tony
standing guard over their father.
 
It may have been 5 minutes or an hour, she’d lost track of time when Jaime
stormed through the doors from the reception room followed by EMT’s and police.
That was the last she remembered until she woke in hospital her arm in plaster,
the pain excruciating.
 
 
******
 
 
She could feel his silent tears running through her hair onto her scalp, the
arm around her felt tighter and she could feel his movements in the dark as he
wiped his face with his other hand. This was only the third time she’d
witnessed him cry in their life, the second when he’d held Minah and the first
being when they were alone after their mother died.
 
She didn’t cry even though her heart broke for her brother, she’d lived through
it over and over with Ian and already cried enough for several lifetimes. She
felt him reach over her and pick up the cigarettes but for the moment she
stayed quiet. They shared 2 before he softly ran his fingers through her hair
letting her know he was ready for more. She wasn’t.
 
 
******
 
 
She felt a hand on her good arm and when she moved she saw a head lift off the
bed, it was a sleep rumpled Iggy. A drip was attached to her and she presumed
the grogginess she felt was from the pain killers that were coming through it
but right now she didn’t give a shit. “Ian?” She croaked out.
 
Her brother petted her arm, “He’s in a coma Mands.”
 
She wept, “Take me to him.” She needed to see her best friend with her own eyes
but she had another question first. “Mickey with him?”
 
She could hear concern in his voice, “He never turned up, Tony and Jamie are
looking for him, his cell is turned off.”
 
Lifting her hand, she told him, “Get a nurse, I want this out now or I’ll do it
myself.” He left returning quickly with a nurse who removed her drip and drew
the curtains helping her dress in clean clothes one of her brothers had brought
her but insisted she go to Ian in a wheel chair, she probably wouldn’t make it
walking with the drugs they’d given her.
 
She asked Iggy what the time was, it was the next morning just after 6. He
pushed her slowly to the Omega floor and to Ian’s room. She was surprised to
only see Fiona in the room, a look of anger on her face, no concern what so
ever. He wheeled her to the empty side of the bed and she picked up Ian’s hand
kissing it gently before laying it back down with hers resting on top.
 
Fiona snarled, “What the fuck happened Mandy? Why is my brother in a fucken
coma?”
 
No way was she telling this bitch the truth, “He came to congratulate Mickey
and for some reason my father attacked him when we couldn’t find him.”
 
“I’m pressing charges, the police assured me he would be going away for a long
time.” She stated.
 
Mandy forced a small smile to show her agreeance. “I’m glad, I’ll let them know
I want to as well.” Fiona’s eyes flickered to her arm but she didn’t ask how
she was.
 
“Have they discharged you?” She asked while standing up.
 
“As soon as the drugs wear off.” She answered her politely wanting to be on her
good side if she even had one.
 
“Good. I have to go home and get ready for work, I need you to stay with Ian
but the second he wakes call me.” She ordered her.
 
She gave the same smile as before, “Of course Fiona, I’m happy to stay.”
 
“I’m not sure if I can come back tonight now that you have to stay here, I have
to be with the younger ones so I’ll tell the nurses to set up a cot for you and
one of your brothers can bring you some clothes.” She left without waiting for
a reply.
 
Iggy’s face was fighting to hold back his anger, thanks to their father they
had experience reining it in. “Is she for real?”
 
“You have to find Mickey, we can hide the bond but not the pregnancy.” Her
voice was serious now, they both knew the implications.
 
“I’ll be back in a few hours, don’t leave his side.” He left in a similar
manner to Fiona.
 
 
******
 
 
2 days Ian remained in a coma, Mandy never leaving his side. Fiona managed to
visit once during that time but no one else in the family came. Her brothers
were in and out all day checking on Ian but none of them could find Mickey.
 
She was eating lunch with Iggy when Ian woke, his voice hoarse and quiet
calling for Mickey. Mandy pressed the button for the nurse and soothed Ian
while she whispered. “We’re looking for him but I need you to stay calm, we
can’t let Fiona know about the bond ok?” He nodded and she knew he understood
but he kept reaching for his left ear and rubbing it.
 
“Mandy,” He whispered back. “My ear is blocked, I can’t hear shit and my eye is
blurry.” He sounded worried but not half as worried as when he asked for
Mickey.
 
She kept hold of his hand and spoke to him softly, “The Doctor will be here as
soon as Fiona arrives ok, try not to worry.” She leant in and kissed his jaw
where it wasn’t bruised and felt something strange.
 
Ian inhaled deeply before speaking, “Did you feel that?” He was instantly calm.
 
“Fuck I did but don’t tell anyone please.” It was barely there, weak as fuck
but there. Some type of connection between them. The only explanation she could
think of was Mickey, her twin. She told Iggy quietly and he agreed with her.
 
Fiona arrived half an hour later and proceeded to tell Ian off for leaving the
house. He whimpered and apologized but she didn’t let up until the Doctor
entered the room. Mandy stayed by his side while he was examined, Iggy
reentering the room when he was done, Colin trailing behind him.
 
“Well, what’s the damage?” Fiona asked like she was talking about a car to be
repaired.
 
The Doctor wasn’t shocked by the way she spoke, Ian was after all only an
Omega. “I’m afraid it’s not good. The impact he received to the left side of
the head has cause a Temporal bone fracture which means total loss of hearing
in the left ear.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I’m afraid the
head injury has also caused Traumatic optic neuropathy which means partial or
permanent loss of vision in his left eye. Both are common injuries associated
with a trauma to the head and irreversible.” Ian started to cry quietly when
the Doctor finished.
 
“Are you positive there is nothing that can be done?” Fiona totally ignored
Ian’s crying.
 
“I’m sorry no but I do have some good news. The fetuses are intact and I don’t
foresee any problems with the Omega carrying to term.”
 
Mandy watched Fiona open and close her mouth a few times before she could
speak. “What did you say?”
 
“The injuries sustained did not affect the pregnancy.”
 
Mandy was shocked when Fiona didn’t miss a beat. “When can we schedule an
abortion?”
 
The Doctor was just as blasé. “The body needs to recover before the procedure,
the earliest it can be done is 10 days. Shall I book it for you now?” He was
already making his way out the room.
 
“Yes, thank you Doctor, the sooner the better.” While she spoke pleasantly to
him her face had turned beet red.
 
Mandy felt her hand being squeezed hard enough to break something before Ian
began to scream. “No please Fiona not my babies please no!” He kept repeating
as she ignored him calling out to the Doctor.
 
“Can he have something to sedate him?” She asked while covering her ears and
moving away from Ian.
 
“I’ll arrange for a nurse to administer something immediately.” He replied and
left.
 
Mandy managed to calm him enough to stop the screaming but the tears and
begging continued. A nurse entered a few minutes later injecting something into
Ian’s IV drip which put him into a stupefied state.
 
Fiona snapped viciously, “Where is he?”
 
She answered her automatically too shocked by what she’d witnessed. “No one has
seen him since before the wedding.”
 
“Well you tell him when he come out from whichever fucken rock he’s hiding
under that if he ever goes anywhere near Ian again I will call the police and
you will never see him again either. Now, I have to get back to work, I’ll see
you when I can make it in.” She said just as nastily picking up her bag and
leaving totally ignoring the death stares coming from her brothers.
 
 
******
 
 
Mickey was hyperventilating in her arms as tears flowed profusely down his
face. She’d never known him to have a panic attack before but she knew how to
deal with them after getting Ian through numerous bouts. After helping him to
regulate his breathing she gently soothed him into a sleep of exhaustion.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     If you read this chapter I hope it didn't upset you as much as it did
     me to write.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     New surroundings
Chapter Notes
     I didn't finish Mandy's recollection of how Ian came to live with
     them this chapter and instead gave Mickey a taste of family time.
     Hope you're all still enjoying and thanks for your support:)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
Mickey woke as the sun was dawning, he gently slipped out of his sister’s arms
and padded quietly to the bedroom door picking up his wallet and the jumper
she’d left out for him on the way. He was used to getting up at this time and
even though it would be nice to sleep in he needed to get out just for a while,
just to clear his head. He took Iggy’s shoes from the shoe rack, they were the
same size and his were worn out, he figured he’d have another pair and quietly
went out the front door.
 
When he got out the front gate he stopped and closed his eyes tilting his head
upwards. It had been so long since he’d felt early morning sun on his face, not
that he’d ever been an early riser but right now for the first time in his life
he relished it, even with the biting breeze typical for this time of year he
could feel the sun warming him down to his bones.
 
He had no idea where he was going so he just walked. A lot was the same and a
lot had changed in the 4 years he’d been gone. Quite a few of the houses on
their street looked as nice as theirs now did, gentrification was just starting
when he’d left and it seemed to have taken ahold in their neighborhood. He did
however notice there was still a lot of homeless living around the place and he
saw a few dealers already out plying their shit but not as many as before.
 
His mind was so focused on getting home yesterday that he hadn’t taken in any
of the changes that had happened in his absence, there was even a park nearby
that looked safe for children with new clean looking play equipment. He
wondered if his twins played here, if Ian and his sister brought them here to
let them run around free in the sun. He hoped they did, he already knew they’d
had a better start to life than any of them had in the shithole they’d grown up
in.
 
Maybe 5 minutes walk from home he found himself on a street that used to be
full of closed/unoccupied run down shops but was now bustling with activity
even this early in the morning. He saw several cafes with people already
sitting outside drinking coffee and reading the morning paper or doing whatever
on their cell phones. If that wasn’t enough to shock him then the numerous gay
and lesbian couples openly holding hands as they strolled by or sat with their
children by their sides made him stop in his tracks and stare. While he studied
his surroundings closely he could see there were more straight couples and
families but still… fuck.
 
He picked the first café he got to, ordered a black coffee out of the 20 or so
choices and sat down outside to people watch and take in his new neighborhood.
He could see a yoga studio, a gym and a few clothes shops that were definitely
not goodwill. He was beginning to feel like an alien in his own backyard until
he spotted people that had obviously grown up in the southside and not been
driven out. Overly pale skin and their clothing giving them away in comparison
to the hipsters he was sitting with, some on their way to work and some just
wondering around probably looking to rob some of these assholes he was now
sitting with.
 
2 men a couple of years older than him walked by hand in hand with 2 little
dogs wearing sweaters making him snort into his coffee, luckily not spilling
any. They didn’t seem to have a care in the world, felt free to be themselves
and it made him wonder what his father would think if he were still alive.
Would he openly abuse or attack them? Or would he simple look the other way
clearly outnumbered?... He’d attack no doubt, fucker never changed but just
sitting here made him realize his life could now change.
 
“Daddy!” He now knew that high pitched squeal and turned towards it as a small
redheaded girl barreled into him and he picked her up sitting her on his lap.
“You come eat wiff us?”
 
Mandy walked up to them holding a glaring Micah by the hand and smirked, “You
enjoying the culture shock Mick?”
 
“As long as I don’t gotta walk one of ‘em rats on a leash or grow a man bun I’m
good.” He joked. “Where you guys going?”
 
“Is pancake day, com’on.” Minah said as she slid off his lap and pulled him up
by the hand.
 
He raised an eyebrow at Mandy questioningly, “Every Thursday we go to Patsy’s
diner for breakfast, the waitress is a bitch but the food is really good.” She
started walking again leaving him behind to bring Minah with him who insisted
on being carried.
 
It felt strange holding his daughter while he walked, he’d never held a child
before but she didn’t complain so he must have been doing it right. They
followed Mandy and Micah into the diner a bit further up the street and as he
entered he stopped dead in his tracks blocking the entrance.
 
He felt a light slap across his check from his daughter as he watched Fiona
Gallagher visibly pale across the room and quite a few patrons started to
fidget from his presence. Minah covered his ear with her tiny hands before
attempting to whisper but spoke loud enough for all to hear. “She da meanie try
to sell Daddy, we don’t talk her.”
 
He chuckled turning to her, “Oh really?” She nodded as she morphed from Mandy’s
face into Ian’s big ass smile. “Let’s go sit aye.” He walked to the far wall
where his sister and son were already seated and placed Minah onto the booster
seat already there as he sat alongside her in the booth.
 
Mickey didn’t bother looking at the menu, he knew exactly what he was having,
had dreamed about them for 4 years. “Welcome to Patsy’s can I take your order?”
If a voice could sound constipated and sweet at the same time then Fiona pulled
it off perfectly he thought as he looked her dead in the eye while she kept her
eyes on her notepad.
 
Mandy spoke first and surprisingly pleasant, “2 orange juice, 2 children’s size
banana pancakes with strawberries, coffee and banana pancakes for me…. Mick?”
 
He spoke in a flat dead voice not wanting to show her any further emotion in
front of his children, he’d save that for another day. “Orange juice, coffee,
banana pancakes and a side of bacon.” She wrote it down without looking at any
of them once and left saying, “Won’t be long sir.”
 
He could tell Micah was still upset with him and avoiding his gaze but he
decided to tackle him another time, for now he’d watch his twins pull faces at
each other and instead asked Mandy, “What happened to the fancy office job?”
 
At that same moment Fiona returned with their drinks and began placing them on
the table but that didn’t stop Mandy from responding while still maintaining a
friendly tone, “the rich boss/ex-boyfriend was very close to his Omega mother
and dumped her ass when he found out about Ian.” They both heard Fiona gasp at
Mandy’s words as she left their table which caused them both to snigger and the
twins did too even if they had no idea why.
 
It turned out to be the best meal Mickey had ever had in his life besides the
times he’d been alone with Ian. He’d cut his daughters food for her and she’d
nearly tricked him into feeding it to her before Mandy caught her out. His
first meal with his children and his sister, everyone eating their fill and no
worries about paying the bill, though he would have to see about getting a job
soon. The only thing that would have made it perfect was if his mate was there
too but hopefully he wouldn’t have to wait too long.
 
He walked out the diner the same way he’d walked in with Minah in his arms but
this time he smirked and wiggled his fingers goodbye to Fiona. She didn’t wave
back but she did visibly pale again for him so he took that as a win.
 
 
******
 
 
They stopped at that park he’d past on his way out this morning, he sat down on
a bench beside Mandy while they smoked and watched the twins play. The day had
warmed up but not enough to just wear a tee, it was still cool enough for a
light jumper and it made him grin just a little to see his own children in
clothes that were clean and didn’t have holes in them.
 
He was staring at them playing so intently he hadn’t heard Mandy speak until
she slapped him across the back of the head. “What tha fuck bitch!” He rubbed
where she’d hit him automatically even if it didn’t hurt and could sense a few
other parents in the park look his way.
 
“I said stop biting your fucken lip and just ask me assface!” She snapped but
not loud enough for others to hear.
 
No matter how close him and his own twin were the only person he could ever
really open up to and even that was only half the time was Ian but fuck… He
spoke softly, a tinge of sadness only she’d pick up, “Is he ever gonna speak to
me?” His eyes now followed his son as he chased his sister in circles around
the slide.
 
She answered him gently and moved close enough so their sides touched. “It’s
been less than 24 hours Mick, give him some time.” She paused briefly before
speaking again. “Hey, you know what a stubborn fuck you can be? Well put that
together with Ian’s bitchiness and probably mine too and you end up with
Micah.”
 
He snorted, “How do explain Minah then?” But he knew.
 
“She’s Ian, or what he would have been like if he hadn’t grown up in this
shithole.” She stated bluntly as he watched her eyes now focused on the twins.
 
He shoved her with his shoulder, “You too. I’ve seen that side of you when
you’re with Ian even if your backbone is all bitch.” She shoved him back and he
indicated with his head towards the twins, “And with them.” He said softly.
 
She giggled, “Ian and I call them ‘the terror twins or the redheaded demon
spawn of Mickey’ and believe me Minah can be a stubborn little bitch too when
she wants her own way.” She said proudly.
 
 
******
 
 
They came home to an empty house and a message on the fridge from Iggy, he’d
gone to spend the night at Tony and Jamie’s place, Colin too. Mickey had hoped
to speak to his brother, he was even prepared to apologize without even knowing
the circumstances of how he’d ended up married to his mate but he could guess.
He borrowed Mandy’s cell and sent him a text asking if they could talk tomorrow
and was happy when he replied straight away, hopefully he hadn’t fucked things
up too badly with his brother.
 
Mandy showed him Ian’s schedule for the twins which had to be followed or he
would somehow psychically know they hadn’t which made him laugh. She also
explained to him how the house ran or more specifically how Ian ran the house
and his role in all their lives. Fuck, he really had made an ass of himself,
let his emotions run wild when he should have learnt the whole story first
which he still didn’t know completely.
 
His voice was thick when he spoke from the floor helping Minah do a puzzle,
“He’s what Mom could have been.”
 
She spoke to him seriously now, “Iggy and I, we made him a promise when he came
to live with us and I expect you to keep it too.” She waited until he looked up
at her. “I know these are your kids but we gave him our word that all final
decisions concerning them are his. He listens to our opinions but when it comes
to them…” She trailed off.
 
He answered her reassuringly, “I ain’t gotta a problem with that Mands.” He
would have given him the same if he’d been here and was grateful yet again his
family had rescued Ian from what Fiona would have done to their children.
 
Mickey spent the rest of the day playing with the twins, rather playing with
Minah while Micah ignored him but he did make a effort of asking him questions
and trying to get him to join in whatever they were doing. He did feel him
quickly glancing his way a few times so maybe he was slowly getting through to
him, at least he hoped so.
 
After Mandy bathed them and they all sat down to dinner she made him read them
their bedtime story which mostly consisted of Minah bossing him around when he
didn’t do the proper voices and Micah scowling at him whenever he looked his
way. His bitch of a sister smirked at him from the doorway while he read to the
children for the first time in his life and he wondered how the fuck did Ian do
this every day, it was exhausting.
 
He now believed Mandy when she said Minah could be a stubborn little bitch when
she whined for her to read them another story cause ‘Daddy didn’t do it
proper’. He laughed as he left her to it and went for a shower finding Mandy
had left him clean clothes again which had to be Colin’s. He had no idea where
his were or even if they’d kept them but he had a feeling Ian would’ve.
 
When he was done he crawled back into his sister’s bed even though he really
wanted to get into Ian’s and breath in his scent but at the same time he wasn’t
sure if he was ready, if he could handle being so close to him and him not
being there.
 
He didn’t have to wait long till she came into the room and again lit up a
joint like the night before. They shared two before she got into bed with him
and continued to tell him what had happened. He closed his eyes and listened to
her voice as she spoke. She was the big spoon and he was the little spoon.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Hopefully next chapter Mickey will know all.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     Finding a way out
Chapter Notes
     I had to split this chapter in 2 it was getting too long but I'll try
     and post the second part later this week. The entire chapter is
     Mandy's memories.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mandy spent the night with a sedated Ian who would come to and cry quietly for
his mate before going back into his forced sleep after more drugs were
administered periodically. Mandy kept her cot as close to Ian’s bed as she
could and every time he woke she did too. She also checked her cell constantly
but so far, her brothers were having no luck finding Mickey and his cell was
still switched off.
She could feel something was wrong. Somehow sense or maybe it was just a gut
feeling that they wouldn’t find her twin no matter how hard they looked and
that terrified her. Her best friend lay asleep or unconscious from whatever the
fuck Fiona had asked them to give him before her eyes carrying inside him her
flesh and blood, her sibling’s twins as they doctor had said fetuses and his
own sister was now counting down the days before she could…
She couldn’t bear to think about it, to know that in 10 days, now 9 as it was
nearing morning that Ian would forcibly have the babies he already loved taken
from him. While she wasn’t opposed to a person’s right to choose, the decision
was taken away from him by a greedy bitch who was more concerned about money
than her own brother. Fuck knows how she’d react when she found out Ian was
also bonded to Mickey on top of his injuries, her sale price would fall
dramatically and fuck knows who she’d now sell him to.
She pondered the situation for hours unable to fall sleep after being woken
several times, unable to come up with a solution and hoping one of her
brother’s, most probably Iggy who was the smartest after herself would think of
some way to save Ian and the babies. Her mind was too consumed with grief to
think clearly, to close to the situation to think rationally to find a way out
of the hell they were going through.
Losing track of time, she didn’t realize the sun had risen through the window
as Iggy arrived with breakfast for them both. She took the opportunity to
quickly leave Ian’s side and run outside the hospital for a smoke before
sitting down with her brother to eat.
She managed to force down half the food he’d brought her as he angrily bit into
his own and finished off what she hadn’t before he spoke, voice lacking
emotion, able to separate himself unlike her. “It’s been 5 days since anyone
has seen him, I doubt he’s gonna turn up anytime soon. Spoke to all my dealers
and no one on the street has seen him or even heard a whisper, he’s gone.”
Her voice was strangled, “We can’t let her do this, him, them…” She couldn’t
finish.
He continued for her, “He belongs to us, to our family. He’s bonded to our
fuckhead brother, him and those babies he’s carrying.” He paused briefly. “Go
have another smoke while I think.” He dismissed her and this time she smoked 2
knowing Ian wasn’t alone.
When she returned Iggy questioned her. “Fiona has custody, right?” She nodded.
“Where’s his mother?” He asked curiously.
She scoffed, “Fuck knows. She’s a junkie with an unmedicated mental illness,
she could be anywhere. Turns up every year or 2 to drop off another kid before
taking off again.”
“And Frank? He still hangs around, doesn’t he?” He asked.
“Turns up when he needs something, usually money but Fiona hasn’t let him in
the house or anywhere near Ian since he presented in case he tried to sell him
just like she’s doing now.” She said bitterly.
It was quiet for maybe 5 seconds before they both looked at each saying at the
same time, “Fuck.”
“If she’s kept Frank away does that mean he still has rights to Ian, some type
of custody?” Iggy asked.
She smirked, a faint glimmer of hope taking over. “The judge gave her shared
guardianship with him. She couldn’t prove he was unfit that’s why she kicked
him out.”
He stood and took his cell out of his pocket before sending a text to one of
their brothers she guessed. “Wait here.” He said before leaving the room but
she followed him to the door and watched him speak to a beta nurse at the
nurse’s station just out of hearing, unashamedly flirting and getting her
number as she blushed.
He strutted back to the room, the nurse’s eyes never leaving him, a sneer on
his face as they both sat down again. “Really?” She couldn’t believe her
brother would try and pick up now in the middle of the shit storm they were in.
“You catch more flies with honey dear sister.” He clicked his tongue at her,
she didn’t think the nurse was his type. “Wanted to know when my ‘brother’
would be well enough to be discharged, she said tomorrow but my ‘sister’s’
insurance was covering his stay until after his procedure next week.
Her brother’s good mood got her interest peaked. “What tha fuck are you up too?
We can’t sneak him out, Fiona only has to call the police and we’ll all be
fucked.”
“You think you can calm him down enough so they stop the sedation?”
She quirked and eyebrow at him, “Depends. What’re you thinking?”
“I’m thinking I’m gonna kill my baby brother when I see him but right now,
probably tomorrow, I’mma do something I swore I never would.” He stared at her.
She huffed, “Well?” She asked slightly pissed and needing to know now.
“If you can convince Ian not to freak out, make sure he knows it’s just a piece
of paper then as soon as we find Frank I’m getting married.” He mocked.
She flew out her seat and landed on her brother hugging him which was something
she’d never done in her life, that weren’t a hugging type of family but she had
never been so grateful in her life. “I’ll convince him. He might lose it a bit
over Mickey but if it’s the only way to save the babies I know he’ll agree.”
“Right, well I’m off. Gonna go help the boys find Ian’s piece of shit father
and convince him to attend his son’s wedding tomorrow. You work on Ian and make
sure he doesn’t let anything fucken slip, get him to calm down but not enough
that anyone gets suspicious k. I’ll text you when we get the fucker and bring
you some diner tonight.”
And with that he left and she moved back to Ian’s side to wait for him to come
to before he was drugged again.
 
******
 
Mandy was really starting to despise her twin’s name when Ian woke again. She
calmed him quickly by nuzzling into his neck, her scent had calmed him last
time so she went further this time even if it felt a tad to intimate but fuck
Mickey, she didn’t have a choice.
He didn’t cry but his eyes still filled when she told him they couldn’t find
his mate anywhere, “We have a plan but I need you to not lose your shit when I
tell you ok, think about the babies.” She told him reassuringly.
Ian already looked ghostlike laying in the starched white sheets but now he
looked more so. His doe eyes that usually got him what he wanted, at least from
her, now resembled a deer staring into headlights. Fuck.
She used just enough of her Alpha to keep him under control and nearly hated
herself for it as she watched her pheromones change his expression from
panicked to subservient before she continued to speak. “Listen to me Ian, our
first priority is to save these babies from your fucken sister, you know what
she’s capable of. You do understand that don’t you?” He nodded. “Iggy knows
you’re Mickey’s mate and he would never put you in a position… expect you to be
more than his husband on paper ok. Even if you weren’t having our brother’s
children we would protect you. Your bonded to Mickey which makes you our family
regardless.” She pushed her face back into his neck till she felt he’d settled
down before kissing his cheek softly.
She could see the fleeting hope in his eyes as he spoke. “But how? You need
Fiona’s permission and you can’t fake that, she only has to call the police and
they’ll take me back to her.”
Unable to stifle her snigger, “Don’t forget Frank is still your father legally,
the judge didn’t take away his rights, Fiona just kept him away from you so he
didn’t do what she’s now doing to you…hmmm.”
He gave her the first real smile she’d seen on his face in nearly a week and
hoped he could answer a few more questions. “We still need a few things to pull
this off ok. Firstly, do you know where Fiona keeps your birth certificate and
any other legal papers?”
“In the 3rd draw of her dresser closest to the window, she keeps everything in
there but it’s locked.”
“And you think that’s a problem for a Milkovich?” They both giggled quietly at
her response.
Now for the hard part she thought as her voice got serious. “If we have any
chance of pulling this off we can’t give Fiona any reason to be suspicious
alright. I need you to be calm and not lose your shit again but still be upset
and agree with everything she says if she visits before it’s done.”
His voice was brittle when he spoke. “Don’t think being upset is gonna be a
problem Mands. I can’t hear a fucken thing in my left ear and I can barely make
out colors… can’t even see your face up close in my left eye so yeah, upset
won’t be a fucken problem.”
She rested her forehead on his to try and give him some comfort. Her heart
broke for her best friend and even though she wasn’t responsible for what
happened, she was guilt-ridden by what her father had done to him.
She pulled back to look at him, “I’ll be back in a minute. I’m just gonna go
see the nurse and tell her how well you’re doing so she doesn’t sedate you
again and you need to eat, it’s been days.” She gave his hand a light squeeze
before leaving the room.
She purposely spoke to the same nurse that Iggy had chatted up earlier who was
happy to know her patient was now more relaxed and hungry. After a brief
conversation, mostly about her brother, she went back to Ian’s room while the
nurse arranged a meal for him. Before his food arrived, she got a text from
Colin letting her know that Frank Gallagher was now a guest in the Milkovich
basement. Fuck she hoped this worked.
 
******
 
The next day just before noon, all her brothers and a surprisingly sober Frank
arrived at the hospital. She helped Ian get dressed in the new clothes Iggy had
bought him under her instructions, they’d even dressed the piece of shit to fit
the part of doting father before they all escorted Ian out clutching tightly to
her arm and drove to the courthouse in 2 cars.
It had been unexpectedly easy to check Ian out. With Frank surrounded by 4
Milkovich Alpha males they’d gone straight to the nurse whose number Iggy had
gotten the previous day and only had to agree to bring Ian back at 3pm for an
appointment with his doctor to finalize his release.
She was impressed with the way Iggy had pulled it all off. He’d sent Colin
around to the Gallagher house early that morning to watch for when Fiona and
the kids left before he snuck in and out in under 5 minutes with every and any
bit of paperwork with Ian’s name on it. He’d sent Jamie to the courthouse to
get the forms to be filled in so they simply had to submit them when they
arrived, he’d left Tony with an eager and frightened Frank while he went out
and bought all the males appropriate clothing for the occasion and matching
wedding bands for himself and his future husband. He’d even managed to find the
dress she’d instructed him to bring for her to wear without complaint.
Everything was running smoothly until they arrived and Ian’s resolve started to
crumble, or so she thought.
When Iggy parked the car the 3 of them had travelled in Ian began to shake in
her arms on the back seat and choke the air with his unease. Her brother
surprised her yet again when he spoke to Ian in a gentle voice. “Ian…Ian…look
at me please.” He had an almost tender look on his face when he spoke which
shocked the shit outta Mandy.
His tone seemed to work drawing Ian’s attention to him. “Listen to me ok, this
is just a piece of paper to keep you and the babies safe, it don’t mean shit
further than that ya hear me.”
Suddenly Ian tore out of Mandy’s arms flinging open the car door before
scrambling out and bending over in the gutter alongside the car and proceeded
to lose his entire stomach contents. She followed him quickly even in her 4
inch heals worried he might take off. She rubbed his back while trying to keep
it together and stop herself from gagging. When he was done Iggy handed him
some tissues from her bag and a bottle of water.
After Ian had rinsed his mouth out a couple of times and washed his face she
saw something she hadn’t realized was missing the last few months, fire was
back in his eyes, the look that tricked a lot of people into thinking he was an
Alpha. The confidence and determination that his sister had nearly destroyed
shone through him once again and the beautiful big ass smile she’d missed was
back.
She proudly watched her Ian look her brother in the eye as he spoke assuredly
but with just a touch of meekness that he’d never be able to hide while he
ranted. “I trust Mandy so I trust you too, am just worried about after when
Mickey and Fiona find out, fuck. But not really her cause it’ll be legal and
there’s fuck all she can do but what if he comes home tomorrow and thinks… what
if he thinks I’ve… but I don’t have a choice, he’s gotta understand that… if I
don’t then she’ll… Fuck it ok, I’m ready!” He took a couple of steps towards
Iggy and stumbled into him. “Fucken depth perception.” He snapped before taking
the arm Iggy offered him.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Hope you all enjoy and thank you all for your continued support,
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***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Summary
     Transfer of ownership
Chapter Notes
     **TRIGGER WARNINGS** for Fiona's derogatory comments.
     Sorry for making you wait so long for an update, I'll try to be
     faster next time. My beta also wasn't available so I apologise for
     any errors but I wanted to post.
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Lodging the paper work took less than 20 minutes and the ceremony less than 5.
When the Judge called Iggy’s name Mandy stood with Ian and placed his hand on
his stomach before hugging him so she could discreetly nuzzle his neck and
whisper in his working ear, ‘your babies are gonna be safe now’. Ian’s hand
trembled slightly when she placed it in Iggy’s and a light scent of anxious
Omega pheromones flowed from him but just the right amount you’d expect from a
marriage that wasn’t forced.
 
Ian only had to stand there, no questions were asked of him. His consent was
directed to Frank who stood conceitedly between Jamie and Tony. He readily
agreed to the union and confirmed to the Judge he’d already accepted and
received the $50,000 dowry. Mandy knew there was no way in hell they were
giving Frank that amount of money or even if her brothers had money like that
and wondered what her brothers had offered him or more likely threatened him
with. Frank was nothing if not an opportunistic piece of shit who was probably
thrilled to get one over Fiona so she figured he was getting something out of
this but nowhere near what he’d claimed.
 
Mandy bit back a laugh when the Judge got to the part about ‘wavering the 48
hour Omega policy’ which was to ensure Frank received his payment being Ian’s
father but he’d signed the paper work stating he’d already received it and Iggy
had also lodged the confirmation from the hospital of Ian’s pregnancy with his
‘children’. She watched her brother beam proudly when the marriage was
finalized, there was sweet fuck all Fiona could do now, it was a done deal.
Iggy didn’t give Ian’s his wedding band or put his own on during the ceremony
as rings were optional and normally only used when a prized Omega was claimed
which would show how much Ian’s husband thought of his worth. Now it was done
they both wore matching plain but heavy, wide, masculine yellow gold bands
which she could tell weren’t cheap. The only thing that pissed Mandy off was
the lack of interest or question regarding Ian’s injuries which still stood
out, the money being the more important in the exchange.
 
After Iggy was given the signed and stamped official documents they made their
way out of the building and were met by an acquaintance she presumed, of one of
her brothers who was waiting for them with an expensive looking camera to take
photos. She hadn’t thought of that. They included Frank in a few but the
majority of the photos were Milkovich family exclusive, she had no intention of
having any on show that contained Frank unless necessary. After all was done
Tony, Jamie and Colin left with Frank while Iggy, Ian and herself went for a
late lunch before meeting back up with her other brothers in the parking lot of
the hospital for Ian’s appointment so he could be official checked out and any
follow up appointments made. She had no idea what they’d done with Frank but
she really didn’t care enough right now to ask.
 
The doctor was in a bit of shock at the turn of events but gave Ian the all
clear to leave after being challenge by his new husband to say anything
different. When Iggy and Mandy escorted Ian from the examination room they were
met with a wall of Milkovich’s blocking the doorway from an enraged Fiona and a
subdued looking Lip who was clearly intimidated. Mandy had made sure to send
her a brief text advising of Ian’s checkout when they’d returned to the
hospital wanting a public confrontation and she didn’t fail to disappoint. Iggy
ordered Ian move to the other side of the waiting room with their 3 brothers
surrounding him. At first Mandy hadn’t noticed Fiona’s boyfriend/boss was also
there looking out of place and extremely uncomfortable, however she didn’t fail
to see the 4 Alpha police officers also waiting for them but they’d been
expecting that.
 
Fiona spoke haughtily to the officers, “They’re the ones who kidnapped my
brother, I want them arrested immediately! And look!” She pointed to were Ian
was hidden and by the choking scent coming from him petrified. “Those criminals
are holding him against his will!” She was spitting out when she finished.
 
Mandy was impressed with the amount of control her brothers were showing, not
one of them gave off more than a hint of mild anger while she was struggling to
hold herself together now that she no longer needed to play Fiona’s games to be
able to see her best friend. She felt her brother’s hand take hold of her good
arm so she used it to ground herself. Before either Iggy or one of the officers
could speak Fiona started again indignantly, “I have guardianship of Ian, they
have no right to remove him from the hospital without my consent and where is
that bastard that knocked up my brother aye? He still hiding out after your
father damaged him? He’s my property, I fucken own him and I want him back
right now!”
 
Mandy felt Iggy move a few steps towards the police officer who appeared to be
the senior and put out his hand to shake his while he spoke. “Iggy Milkovich,
what seems to be the problem officers.”
 
It was clear the officer knew the name and the other’s stances became more
alert? was all she could think at the time when he replied. “Sargent O’Neil,
we’re following up a complaint from Miss Gallagher claiming you are trying to
remove her Omega brother without her consent.” He said firmly. Iggy chuckled
and smirked, “That’s correct sir, I am removing her brother without her consent
however, I am checking out my husband with my consent which is all that is
necessary.”
 
He’d barely gotten out the last word before Fiona was shouting, “See, I told
you these lowlife scums were trying to kidnap my brother. They’re all fucken
criminals, he’s mine! Ian come here right now!” Her head then shot towards
Iggy, his words must have dawned on her when she scoffed, “Husband… bullshit. I
gave no consent and I’m his legal guardian!”
 
The senior officer raised his hand and spoke louder to get her attention,
“Please calm down Miss Gallagher so we can work out what’s going on here.”
Before he redirected his words towards Iggy, “Mr Milkovich, I’m sure you are
aware of the law and know you cannot marry without permission of the Omega’s
legal owner and it’s clear from Miss Gallagher’s outburst she hasn’t given it,
would you care to explain?”
 
Mandy was proud of her brother’s composure especially while confronted, his
calm demeanor never changing. He opened the large yellow envelope in his hand
and pulled out the documents handing over half of them which were in 2 piles to
the officer. Iggy explained, “As you can see from the first papers which are on
record at the courthouse custody of Ian Milkovich is shared between his father
and her,” he indicated with his head, “and in the second papers Mr Frank
Gallagher consented, received payment and was present to approve the wedding
before the judge earlier today.” He said smugly while smiling at Fiona.
 
All eyes were now focused on Fiona and Lip as they argued in whispers, Lip
trying to pacify her to no avail before he approached the officer holding the
paperwork. “Um, can I see them?” He read through each document face frowning
before handing them back. “Thank you, sir.” He turned to Iggy, “Is Ian really
pregnant?”
 
Iggy beamed proudly, “Yes, we’re having twins.” Lip nodded his head and looked
towards Ian who was still hidden behind her other brother’s remorse evident on
his face before he simple turned around and walked out.
 
Fiona’s fury was coming off her in waves and Mandy was sure she could hear
quiet whimpering coming from Ian before she ranted. “No fucken way, Frank is an
alcoholic and a drug addict, he can’t sell Ian he’s mine and I’ve already
signed a contract. He’s gonna be married in a few months, it’s already agreed
and those things inside him aren’t his! His brother did this to Ian and then
ran away like a fucken little bitch!”
 
Iggy cut her off his own ire now rising, “Don’t call those babies things,
they’re my flesh and blood and Ian is now MY fucken husband!” 
 
Mandy had had enough, if only she could beat Fiona to a pulp right now but she
was down an arm. She spoke up, “Officers! This woman is upsetting my brother in
law and he doesn’t need her shit in his condition. I want her removed
immediately, she has no legal claim and no right to be anywhere near him!” She
spat out angrily.
 
"Enough!” Sargent O’Neil bellowed, rendering the room quiet instantly and
causing the patients who were waiting to see a doctor and enjoying the show
leave fast. “Miss Gallagher, I’m sorry but you no longer have any authority
over the Omega Ian Milkovich. You can either leave on your own or we will have
you removed bodily.”
 
Fiona put her hands on her hips glaring back at the officers and spoke
arrogantly, “I know my rights and my boyfriend knows people. One phone call and
we’ll have lawyers down here so fast your heads will fucken spin, won’t we
Mike.” She looked around the room but no one but them was left. “Mike!” She
called out loudly but he was gone.
 
Mandy couldn’t help herself and used what she had left to dig the knife in
further, “Oh, by the way Fiona, the doctor said if you’d spent a few more
dollars on birth control… well, I’m sure you get it you cheap ass bitch.” She
smirked.
 
Fiona lunged at her but was caught by an officer first. It took two of them to
drag her away and out while she screamed and swore. “I’ll get him back! He’s
fucken mine! You tell Mickey he’s a fucken dead man when I see him! Fucken
cunts! Thieving bastards! Just wait…” Her voice drifted off. The elevator
cutting of her words.
 
They were left with only two officers now; Sargent O’Neil spoke sounding like
he wanted to be anywhere but there. “Due to Miss Gallagher’s threat, I’m going
to file for an order of protection for the Omega. Do you mind if I take a copy
of these to keep on file just in case?”
 
Iggy replied agreeably, “Keep those, I made sure to get copies. Can I take my
husband home now, he’s still recovering?” “Of course, and I’ll have someone
bring the order to your home in the next day or two.” With that the remaining
officers left.
 
 
******
 
 
Mandy’s cell phone broke into her retelling making them both startle from the
unexpected noise. She moved quickly to answer expecting Iggy or one of her
other brothers to be on the other end, only family would ring this late at
night. “You better have a good reason for calling me this late asshole.” She
greeted the caller sarcastically without looking to see who was calling.
 
She was off the bed and on her feet when she heard the voice grabbing a smoke
at the same time. “Ian, you ok?” Mickey was up nearly as fast approaching her
but she shot him a dirty look and shook her head no. “Really?... that’s great…
yeah, they miss you too…” Mandy snorted, “Yes, I’m following the fucken
schedule… well you enjoy tomorrow… I’ll be there… love you too.”
 
Mandy put the phone back down on her bedside table before looking at her
expectant brother. “Well?” He asked her elevating his eyebrows questioningly.
She swallowed audibly, “It’s over. He’ll be home the day after tomorrow.”
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     It's nearly reunion time. Hope you are all still with me and thank
     you for your support.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     The day before
Chapter Notes
     Even though Mickey and Iggy talk I didn't give Mickey much dialogue
     because I don't see them having that type of relationship.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mandy had spent the last 4 odd years without a decent night’s sleep so Mickey
tossing and turning all night made little difference. Every time he moved she
woke up. Every time he mumbled something incoherent she woke up and he mumbled
a fuck ton. She’d seriously considered moving to Ian’s room to sleep but found
herself unable to leave her twin even if she felt like smothering him slowly
with a pillow. Instead she managed maybe an hour straight with her eyes closed
and dozed for maybe a few more.
When Mandy was finally woken for the day she turned off her alarm quickly not
wanting to disturb her brother. She didn’t see him getting much rest this
coming night knowing Ian would be home tomorrow and remembering how much he
wasn’t a morning person. Even knowing he would have spent the last 4 years up
with the birds she figured him resting and staying out of her hair would be
easier on top of the twins and she needed to get the 3 of them ready for the
day.
Fuck Mandy missed being the assistant to her best friend when it came to
starting the day. Even after 4 years of helping Ian with the twins she barely
coped alone, well usually she had help if Ian was under the weather but Iggy
and Colin hadn’t come home yet and they did their fair share of the work when
needed. Hopefully they’d be home when she got back from college or she’d skin
Mickey alive.
Barely 2 hours later Mandy was back at the coffee shop near campus getting her
double shot of ‘wake me the fuck up’ after dropping the twins at day care and
fielding a hundred questions from Minah about her newly returned father while
Micah pouted, refusing to join in the conversation. She pondered her decision
not to tell them Ian would be home tomorrow even if it would lift Micah’s mood,
he was already starting to badger her about his return and she worried what his
behavior would be like when he was home.
Mandy still had a good half hour before her first class so she made her way
quickly to the first empty bench in the sun she could find juggling her coffee
and backpack while fishing for her smokes. She tried not to think what tomorrow
would bring, tried to enjoy the rare moment she had all to herself but it was
no good. Ian’s reaction to Mickey’s return? She had no idea how he would take
it but if she had to guess it would be positive, they were after all mated and
Ian had spent the last 4 years pining but Micah’s reaction to her twin’s return
was fucking with her head.
Both the twins were extremely close to their father and Mickey’s arrival had
thrown their household so much it had distracted them minimizing the emotional
upheaval Mandy had expected from them during Ian’s absence. The crying,
tantrums and general misbehavior, especially from Minah hadn’t happened and
Micah was too busy scowling at his other Dad but tomorrow was another story.
Minah craved everyone’s attention, mainly Ian’s but had always been fascinated
by the man in the pictures she knew to be her other Dad and asked all of them
about him daily. Micah didn’t ask about Mickey, at least he didn’t ask Mandy or
say anything in her hearing but he always paid attention when he was spoken
about. Iggy was positive Micah would show Alpha the way he behaved towards Ian.
Mandy felt his gaze upon her too many times to count in the last year whenever
her and Ian would cuddle upon the lounge and he frequently put himself between
them or climbed into Ian’s lap. Mandy recognized the look he got because it was
the same one she’d missed before Mickey had disappeared, predatory. The only
thing Ian really put his foot down with was allowing Micah to sleep in his bed
for fear of his nightmares scaring him.
Mandy was grateful when her 10 minute alarm on her phone went off letting her
know she needed to be in class, she’d deal with all this shit tomorrow or
hopefully not at all. She stubbed out her smoke and sipped her coffee as she
made her way inside smiling at familiar faces as she passed.
******
Mickey blinked his eyes open coming awake suddenly from what he thought was the
front door slamming shut. He was star fished across the bed on his stomach and
alone. Besides the noise that had woken him the house was silent so he presumed
Mandy and the kids had just left. He was ready to go back to sleep, felt
himself drifting back off before a knock came at the door and it opened
squeakily. Forcing one eye back open he saw Iggy looking at him with an
identical black eye to his and a bruised jaw.
“Colin’s makin eggs.” Iggy announced surprisingly friendly leaving the door
open in his wake.
Mickey turned onto his back stretching his whole body until he felt a few pops
in his back and shoulders. His stomach growled when the smell of eggs hit his
nose encouraging him just enough to drag his exhausted body up and out of bed.
He wasn’t looking forward to the inevitable conversation but his hunger
overruled his desire to hide out all day in bed. After a slow stagger to the
bathroom he went through the motions of pissing, brushing his teeth and washing
his face hoping to wake himself up more than he felt capable of.
An uneasiness hung in the air when Mickey sat himself at the table in front of
his breakfast which he realized he was eating alone, Iggy and Colin were seated
on the lounge a controller in each hand playing something on the Xbox that he
couldn’t see. He mumbled a thanks that his brothers both nodded to, Colin the
only one that glanced over at him.
Mickey ate faster than was probably healthy not wanting to put shit off much
longer. Finishing his food in record time and nearly choking on his toast, he
felt his tongue singe just on the side of painful as he tried to wash it all
down with the coffee Colin had thoughtfully made for him too. Said brother then
swooped in taking his plate sharing a small smile with him so Mickey made his
way out the front door seating himself on the stairs to smoke and drink.
The autumn sun warmed his bare arms reminding Mickey to take a jacket with him
in future when he needed a smoke or hide out in Mandy’s room with the window
cracked. Did Ian still smoke? he wondered briefly picking up the sound of a
lighter and movement behind him before Iggy planted his ass beside him on the
stairs.
A few minutes passed in silence, Iggy remaining quiet and Mickey chewing on his
bottom lip fighting every instinct inside himself to give his brother what he
deserved. He kept his eyes on the stair below him finding a line of ants making
their way off the edge wondering where the fuck they were going and could he go
with them.
Mickey felt off kilter, ashamed and disgusted with himself for his treatment
towards his older brother for doing what he’d fucked up. Holding back his
superior nature to his sibling he admitted reluctantly, “Don’t know if I could
do the same for you. Fucken owe you man.”
Iggy laughed amusedly. “That your way of thanking me or apologizing?”
Mickey snorted answering appreciatively, “Both.” His waved the hand holding his
smoke in a circle like gesture a few times. “You know, for like everything with
Ian and the twins. I umm…I really fucked up. Should have come to you or Mandy
but I just couldn’t after Dad…” He trailed off not able to speak about what had
happened or his concern about what his brother would think of him or of what
his reaction might have been.
Iggy rested his hand on Mickey’s shoulder hoping to convey reassurance even if
his brother had yet to look his way, “I don’t give a shit who you bang Mick,
I’m as straight as they come but I’m living in a ‘sexless marriage’ with a man
for you. For my brother, his mate and your annoying as fuck children.” He said
the last part jokingly.
Mickey peered at Iggy seeing only honesty in his words and let out a chuckle
followed by a grin as their eyes finally met. Iggy let out a loud laugh himself
now, “You do know I’m surrounded by queens and twinks 5 or 6 days a fucken week
now cause of you asshole!” Iggy shoved him eliciting another grin.
Lighting up 2 smokes at the same time and passing one to Iggy Mickey said
proudly, “Yeah, Mandy told me you’re like the boss and shit now, all legit
like.”
Iggy praised, “Your mate’s a pushy bitch but I’m thankful. If it wasn’t for Ian
and the twins I’d probably still be running corner boys or locked tha fuck up.”
His tone changed to reluctance as he continued seriously, “Mick…you’re gonna
have to be patient when Ian gets home. I know he’s your mate, you guys are
bonded but 4 years is a long time and he’s naturally become dependent on me and
Mandy. Ian is still your Omega, he’s strong but at the same time he’s fragile,
he might need some space when he gets home but then again he may not.”
Mickey used the heels of his palms to rub his eyes when he felt them moisten up
with the bitch tears they seemed to spill so easily in the last few days
overwhelmed with guilt and jealousy. “He belongs to me…I…I’ll give it time but
he’s mine.” He said bluntly.
There was another short break in the conversation before Iggy broke it. “One
more thing Mick and I’m not denying or trying to take your place, it’s obvious
you should be head of the family now but I’m gonna need some fucking time too.
I don’t want what happened between us to happen again, especially in front of
the twins or Ian.” Iggy told him straightforwardly.
Mickey didn’t know how to respond to that deciding nothing was better than him
losing his shit, again. He needed time to take it all in so he ended their talk
by going back inside silently and entering Ian’s bedroom for the first time
since he’d come home.
Mickey’s first impression of Ian’s room was tranquil, a word that only ever
came to mind when he had his mate wrapped in his arms. The windows were open
leaving only the barest scent of the beginning of Ian’s heat but without
covering up the one that was so naturally his. He chuckled as his eyes roamed
around finding it funny that this used to be his father’s room. Putrid combined
with the smell of meth and yellow stained walls with too many cracks and holes
to count but not anymore. Now it belonged to his gay sons male Omega. Fuck you
Dad, Mickey thought.
Just like the rest of the house this room looked like it belonged anywhere but
where Mickey had grown up. The walls were painted a soft pale grey hue and one
was completely taken up by a huge built in wardrobe. The only furniture in the
room was a king size bed accompanied by white beside tables that matched the
doors of the wardrobe and bedhead along with a big set of drawers. Framed
photos, a few that even had him in them but were mostly of his children were
scattered about on the walls, various ages from babies till now he could tell
from the brief glimpse he’d given them.
Mickey decided he’d revisit his children’s photos later as he gravitated
towards the bed. It was perfectly made, not an inch of it gave evidence that
anyone had lay in it recently. It was covered in a rich deep blue bedspread
that felt soft and downy under his hands as he crawled his way up towards the
pillows burying his face in the ones farthest from the door that smelt so much
like his Ian.
Ian’s scent was intoxicating in the way that only came from his Omega however,
the pillows that were on the side Mickey would normally occupy when they were
together emanated the familiar scent of his sister. No matter the closeness he
shared with his twin her presence in his mate’s bed made him feel irate as his
jealousy returned. Mickey found himself violently shoving the offending pillows
off the bed, as harshly as one could shove pillows before getting under the
covers, reburying his face to the point of just being able to breath and let
himself drift off to sleep again surrounded by Ian, imagining himself touching
Ian in the way only he had ever done.
Chapter End Notes
     Ian will be home next chapter:)
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
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Chapter Notes
     Sorry if this chapter isn't to everyone's liking but it's what I felt
     as I wrote it:)
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Mickey was once again woken but not to noise this time, an intense stare and a
small finger flicking his nose did it. The light on the bedside table
illuminated the room softly making Mickey realize he’d slept the day away and
it was now night. His mate’s green eyes blazed back at him from the angry
miniature redhead he’d made making Mickey bite his tongue least he laugh at the
cute scowling face that could easily double as his own at that age. He pulled
himself upright resting his back against the headboard and rubbed his tired
crusty eyes, his stomach rumbling again letting him know he’d been asleep a
good amount of time.
“Hey.” Mickey spoke awkwardly to his son who had mostly ignored him since he’d
been home. “How was your day?”
Micah continued to glare at him but unexpectedly answered him with his own
question. “Why you here?” Micah’s voice wasn’t as high pitched as his twin
sister’s but he undeniably had his father’s arrogant tone.
Mickey decided to humor his son cause the kid was fucken talking to him, “Was
tired.”
Micah planted his hands on his hips and snapped, “Daddy’s bed not yours!”
He’s a fucken kid Mick, your fucken kid Mickey reminded himself getting
annoyed. “You do know I’m your Dad too right?” This question didn’t get a
response, just more dirty looks so Mickey threw back the covers getting out of
the bed and stepping around his son to get to the door which was opened to a
darkened house. “Shit.” He mumbled when he realized he wouldn’t find any help
outside the door.
Mickey took a few seconds to compose himself, he had no idea what he was
supposed to say or do with his son. He didn’t want to push the kid further away
when he inevitably said the wrong thing but Mickey had no idea what the right
thing to say was. Micah was like the anti Minah when it came to him and while a
part of him understood his animosity, another part wanted nothing more than a
few friendly words to come out of his mouth instead of the hostility he
radiated.
Mickey turned back around with what he hoped was a pleasant grin on his face
deciding to tackle the situation one more time before running to Mandy for
help. His son’s look of triumph quickly dissipated with each step Mickey took
towards him and the bed before he planted his ass back down facing him.
Instinctively Mickey reached for the non-existent cigarettes that he hoped to
find needing something to do with his hands more than his craving and instead
found the time. He pointed out the alarm clock on Ian’s bedside table, “You
normally awake at 4 in the morning?” Mickey said jokingly to unamused ears.
Micah tried to stare him down, arms now crossed over his chest and mouth zipped
backup tight but it just reminded Mickey of a sulking Ian when he couldn’t get
his way which he’d always secretly thought was cute. Mickey then tried to
appease the child in front of him, “You want something to eat, maybe watch a
movie with me?” but it was like talking to a brick wall that came in the form
of a resentful, tiny, redheaded shit.
Mickey decided to give up for now letting Micah have his small victory and left
him in the room to wake Mandy to deal with her nephew. In the seconds, it took
for his wild eyed sister to fly out of bed and stomp into Ian’s room all signs
of his son were gone and the room was empty.
******
 
The trip to the Sanctuary couldn’t go any slower for Mandy if she begged it to.
There was virtually no traffic and no matter which radio station she put on
they all seemed to be playing crap she didn’t like. She wished she was in a
Tolkien novel travelling through hours of scenery but the journey she was on
felt like time was speeding up leaving her less and less time to put off
spilling all to Ian. At first, she’d seriously considered bringing the twins
with her hoping the distraction would help when she had to break the news to
Ian about Mickey but after Micah’s behavior this morning she opted to leave
them home. Her own twin had wanted to come with her, he was beginning to burst
at the seams knowing he’d be with his mate again after so long apart but
thankfully he’d agreed to letting Mandy explain his absence alone.
Mandy had so much shit floating around her head right now that the only person
she wasn’t worried about was Minah which was surprising being as she loved
being the centre of attention, not happy unless she had her Dad, herself and
her uncles fawning over her but she was focused mainly on Mickey since his
return. She was however concerned about her nephew’s behavior after getting up
at 4am, then entering Ian’s bedroom without permission and at that point
thinking it was ok to try standing over his father. Even if Micah was 3 years
old, giving Mickey orders was unacceptable even if he was holding a grudge but
she’d wait to discuss the issue with Ian.
When Mandy arrived, she was able to actually park in a proper spot this time
but unlike last time she didn’t want to leave the car. There was only a few
other vehicles in the open carpark and not one soul in sight. It was just on
check out time, 9am but after days of brooding over Ian’s reaction to her news
she still couldn’t predict how he’d take it. She’d even gone so far as to bring
a few joints with her hoping to mellow him out first although they typically
only smoked at night after the twins went to sleep.
Mandy shook her head side to side violently while making a low growl that
displayed the potential of becoming a scream before getting out the car nearly
as fast as the last time before she lost her nerve. Mandy started walking
towards the reception entrance still pondering what the fuck to expect. She
knew all of Ian’s moods, 12 years of friendship will do that. Nonetheless,
since he’d come to live with them she’d experienced more. Ian could be an
obedient Omega in the morning, a bossy boots in the afternoon and an emotional
basket case at night or vice versa. The only thing that stayed constant was his
devotion to his children. Mandy knew he wouldn’t be so emotional without the
trauma he’d gone through thanks to her father and Ian’s sister, at least one
was dead and the other had lost nearly everything.
Before Ian could be handed over to her Mandy had to show ID and sign documents
for him to be official discharged into her care. Mandy was more than tempted to
jump over the counter and slap the haughty receptionist who made a snorting
noise when she confirmed their address. Stuck up bitch seemed oblivious to the
fact that Mandy had probably forked out enough to pay her wages for the next 2
months for Ian’s stay. Mandy fully intended on writing a strongly worded email
when she got home even if she’d taken more offense cause of the frame of mind
she was in.
Mandy didn’t wait around inside, she waited just outside the office doors
inhaling a cigarette deeply so she’d be done before Ian was free. She needed
all the composure she could muster if she wanted him to think everything was ok
until they got closer to home.
Mandy heard him before she saw him, “Bye Cecily.” Ian exclaimed sweetly walking
out the doors and embracing her, whispering in her ear. “Fuck I’ve missed you
Mands.” The smile he gave her when he pulled away taking her hand in his never
failed to make her jealous of her twin.
The moment they started walking Ian’s mouth was up and racing excitedly barely
taking a breath between questions. “How are my babies, I thought you might
bring them? Are they home with Iggy? Did they miss me? I hope they’ve behaved.
They did, didn’t they? Can we maybe go out to dinner tonight? Ooh, or maybe get
Chinese delivered? Fuck you really have to get a massage I had two yesterday
and another one early this morning. And feel my face!” He grinned excitedly
pulling her hand he was holding up and rubbing the back of it along his cheek.
“Isn’t it soft? They gave me a set of cleansers and moisturizers and body
lotions to take home.”
Before Mandy could respond to anything Ian had jabbered they were at the car.
He dropped his backpack to the ground enveloping her body completely this time
and leaning his face down so he could nuzzle into her neck like he did so
often. Barely a second had past when Mandy realized her mistake.
Ian’s body stiffened so suddenly in Mandy’s arms it felt like she was being
held by stone and not the soft muscular body she knew. He began shuddering as
his arms fell away, his body stumbling backwards before he was tripping over
his own feet in his haste to get away. Mandy watched dumbstruck as Ian
collapsed to the ground ending up on his back, the sound of gasping as his
lungs fought for air.
 
******
 
Ian hadn’t spoken to Mandy since it happened. Since he’d picked up the scent of
his mate, her twin who she’d spent so much time with this past week. She’d had
to drag him to the car shoving him on the back seat where he’d proceeded to
curl himself into a fetal position facing away from her giving her his back as
she drove them home. She’d sent off a text to Iggy at the first red light she’d
caught letting him know they had a problem but not to say anything to Mickey.
Iggy would be waiting for them at Jamie and Tony’s place, they couldn’t let the
twins see their Dad in the condition he was in.
When Mandy finally pulled up at her brother’s apartment block she got out the
car letting a waiting Iggy take over the driving. Ian still hadn’t moved or
spoken. They drove to a nearby coffee shop and Mandy bought them all takeaway
before Iggy continued driving taking them to a quiet area near the water
knowing the calming affect it had on Ian.
“Ian.” Iggy spoke to him gently but he didn’t answer. He didn’t notice at first
that Ian was laying on his right side blocking the hearing to his good ear.
Iggy rested a hand lightly on his shoulder to get his attention moving him
slowly so he could see his face. “C’mon.” Ian got out the car with Iggy’s
coaxing letting him lead him to a shady spot under a tree where they could see
lake Michigan settling him down on the grass.
Mandy forced a lit cigarette and a coffee into Ian’s hands which he keeps hold
of. His face is noticeably paler than usual, anxiety coming off him in waves as
he sidles himself closer to Iggy, their shoulders just touching and looks at
Mandy accusingly, “Why didn’t you tell me?” The sorrow in his voice is like a
knife to her heart.
Mandy’s body edges closer to Ian so he’s boxed in between the two Alphas. She
hesitantly runs her hand over his thigh grateful when he doesn’t pull away.
“You didn’t give me a chance jackass. I couldn’t even answer one of the
thousands of questions you shot at me the moment you got out, hmmm.” Mandy
berated him gently.
Ian asks hesitantly, his long fingers fidgeting around his coffee cup and his
burnt out cigarette. “Where was he?”
Mandy recounts what Mickey told her finishing with her twin’s determination to
find Ian when he got out. “He came straight home to find me believing I would
know where you are, he never stopped wanting to be with you Ian.” She declares
firmly.
In turn Ian blurts out contemptuously, “He gets locked up trying to save me
while I marry someone else!” Ian is suddenly on his feet howling at them both
on the ground like some deranged animal. “I didn’t wait! I’m a cheating,
disloyal, Omega piece of shit who betrayed my Alpha! I…I…I can’t…” Ian falls to
his knees hyperventilating again and crawls onto Mandy’s lap causing them to
topple over but she doesn’t let him go.
It’s not the first time Mandy has nearly been squashed to death by 6 feet of
overwrought Omega and it probably won’t be the last. Ian may find comfort and
safety by sitting close to Iggy but anything more than that is reserved
exclusively for her. All but Ian’s legs lay across Mandy’s body, his face
wedged into her neck calming him while she gently massages the back of his head
and his tears flow down over her shoulder.
“We need to make a move Ian. Kids are waiting for you man.” Breaking the
silence they’d been in for a while now, Iggy’s voice leaves no room for debate.
He then makes his way to the car knowing they will follow. Iggy has only just
reached the car when he knows Ian is losing control yet again. He can hear him
babbling at Mandy incoherently but he catches the gist of what’s riled him up
turning on him and raising his voice in a way he’s never done before.
Iggy’s bellows directly at his husband, “No Ian he won’t! Legally he can but he
wouldn’t take the twins off you so just get that outta your fucken head and get
in the fucken car now, alright!”
Mandy and Ian stared wide eyed at Iggy, he’s never spoken that way before to
any of them. Mandy can’t find it in herself to respond but the overprotective
Omega parent does meekly. “I’ve been unfaithful to my mate. It’s happened to
others, I know it has and you can’t stop him when he punishes me, no one can.”
 
******
 
The unique scent that only comes from Ian no matter what mood he’s in is what
tells Mickey his mate is in the same room as him but he’s scared. Mickey gets
up from the lounge and turns to see him. Ian looks the same but different as he
stands alongside Mandy. His face has matured but he doesn’t look his age,
younger. He’s paler than he was the last time he saw him, large eyes bloodshot
and he’s obviously avoiding his gaze. Mickey can’t help his eyes wandering over
Ian’s body, it’s leaner but that only makes him look like more of a model than
he did before.
Mickey walks slowly towards him thinking, fuck he’s beautiful... Mandy lets out
a cry of pain flinching away from Ian. The twins come bursting out of their
room to investigate the noise screaming as they barrel into Ian and he swiftly
sweeps them both up into his arms cuddling them close as they clutch his neck
tightly.
Mickey starts his slow walk again, he’s only 4 or 5 feet away from him when Ian
abruptly moves and is gone in seconds fleeing to his room holding both children
in one arm. The door slams behind them, the sound of a lock follows.
Chapter End Notes
     If life were easy it would be boring... I hope you enjoyed
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Summary
     Forgive me.
Chapter Notes
     What can I say but my mind went blank. Over the last 3 months I've
     written this chapter 5 or 6 times then deleted it because I wasn't
     satisfied. I put it aside when I couldn't get the words down but I
     would never abandoned it. Thank you all for your patience.
“What the fuck does Colin think he’s doing?” Mickey asked Iggy as he watched
him slip into Ian’s bedroom.
“He’s gonna talk to Ian.” Iggy stated like it’s a normal everyday occurrence
whilst keeping his eyes on his phone.
“I understand Mandy and I’m trying like fuck to understand you with Ian but
Colin?” Mickey questioned disbelievingly.
“Really Mick. Colin? C’mon.” Mandy retorts.
“He’s still a fucken Alpha.” Jealousy poured from Mickey’s mouth.
“Barely.” Mandy snorted.
Iggy laughs still not looking his way, “You do realize Ian could still kick his
fucking ass, Alpha or not.”
Mickey decided not to make more of it for now, at least until Ian speaks to him
again no matter how much he is currently seething. He takes the beer Mandy
offers him automatically along with a controller as she plonks herself down
next to him on the lounge setting up the Xbox. Mickey has no idea what the hell
he’s playing, he only knows he’s chasing his sister in a souped up car around a
race track with no hope of catching her.
Mickey makes it to his forth beer and countless losses before he probes, “They
close too?” He throws out nonchalantly.
Mandy doesn’t take her eyes off the screen when she responds casually, “Who?”
Mickey tries to keep his voice low enough for her ears only, “Who the fuck do
you think I’m talking about Mands?”
Mandy paused the game before turning to him with comical look on her face,
“Come on Mick, it means nothing. The kids are in there for fucks sake.”
Before Mickey starts to speak again he watches his twin’s face visibly pale as
he snarls out almost inaudibly, still mindful of his children in the house. “I.
Want. Him. Out. Now!”
Mickey doesn’t remember the last time he’s seen his twin move so quickly but
fear is a scent he’s come to know well over the past few years. Though he
didn’t mean to be quite so hostile towards her, he’s livid and close to the
point of losing control now that he’s laid eyes on his mate and therein lays
the issue. Ian is his mate, his bonded mate and since he walked in the door
Mickey could swear he can feel him or maybe he’s picking up the emotions Ian is
exuding but neither Iggy nor Mandy have made comment or reacted in the way one
would expect from an Omega they are close to.
Mickey doesn’t know much about a healthy relationship between bonded couples
only having witnessed his and Ian’s fucked up parents. They were newly bonded
when Ian was wrenched away so they never got a chance to explore how their
relationship would now change. Mickey can remember the overwhelming joy and
contentment he felt with Ian for the short time they had together after bonding
and the years before came close. Thinking back to that fateful day Mickey can
remember the anguished terror coming from Ian in waves but he can also remember
feeling as though Ian was inside his head projecting how he felt. Nagging
feelings in the weeks between his father catching them and Mickey getting
locked up had also fucked with his head, but he had been sure they were his own
feelings of guilt when he couldn’t protect his Omega.
Without the distraction of the game and the near silence Mickey is able to
focus on Ian, try and pick up on how he’s feeling even behind his closed
bedroom door. The heavy sense of distress is nearly gone but Mickey can pick up
Ian’s presence fully now that he’s home. There’s more but there isn’t, is the
only way Mickey can explain to himself as he concentrates. Mickey knows the
emotions of anxiety and bleakness too well, but they appear to be coming from
inside him which he doesn’t understand because he himself doesn’t feel that
way.
Looking over to Iggy is no help either. He’s reading something on his cell
phone with a smirk on his face not registering shit and Mickey knows his
brother is tuned into Ian to some degree, so his calmness is unexplainable.
Mickey knows Iggy picked up his ire towards his twin but seems to be
disregarding it or possibly stepping aside since their confrontation. Mandy
didn’t seem to be picking up anything either and he knew from his twin telling
him how close she and Ian are, that she’d managed to calm him in the past which
normally only a mate would be able to do.
It doesn’t take long, maybe a few minutes before Colin, Mandy and the twins all
come out Ian’s bedroom. Minah comes bouncing over to Mickey excitedly resting
her hands on one of his knees and jumping up and down. “You come to the park
Daddy?”
His daughter’s doe like green eyes gazing up to him the same way his mate used
to do causes Mickey to melt. Just like Ian she can draw the anger from him that
has infected him his whole life without even trying. It’s takes no effort at
all to answer her warmly, “Next time baby girl. I need to speak to Daddy ok?”
Minah crawls up on the lounge and whispers in Mickey’s ear loudly the way
children so commonly do. “You be nice, or Micah will punch you again ok.” She
warns him seriously.
Mickey can’t help but chuckle in response to her words. “I promise, now go have
fun.”
Minah crawls off the lounge and bounces back towards Mandy the same way she
came. Mickey doesn’t turn to watch. He hears his twin getting the children’s
shoes on and the four of them leaving the house quietly. He’s not surprised
that Colin has gone with them rather than stay home with him even if Mickey is
a hell of a lot calmer thanks to his daughter.
******
Mickey turned off the Xbox and the TV, he couldn’t concentrate on them if he
tried. He stayed seated for what felt like 10 minutes biting a few nails down
to the quick, one leg moving up and down of its own volition, a sure sign of
the nerves he’s now feeling at the thought of finally being able to get Ian
alone. Mickey can feel Iggy watching him but the last thing he wants is to
discuss his ‘feelings’ with his brother. He’s having a hard enough time working
shit out in his own head and just because Iggy has become a ‘new person’ thanks
to his Ian and his children Mickey wouldn’t know where to begin. It’s not like
they are a family that blurts out how they fucking feel, that side of him is
reserved for Ian and even then, Mickey had to learn to open his mouth.
Snubbing Iggy, Mickey decided to go outside and suck down a smoke or 2 and try
to figure out the best way to apologize to his mate. To explain how he’d fucked
up and how much Ian means to him. Mickey had no idea how to begin the type of
conversation Ian deserved to hear. He can’t recall a single time during the 2
years they were secretly together that he’d apologized for anything. There had
never been a need to say the actual words even when he did piss Ian off. A
simple touch had always been enough for them to move on. Mickey was certain Ian
knew how he felt about him although neither had ever said those 3 words. The
closest they’d come was when they’d bonded.
Mickey recalled that moment for the millionth time… Ian below him pliant as he
lay heavily on his body. Ian’s long legs sliding down from around his waist,
both of them covered in a sheen of sweat and tied together with Mickey’s knot.
The taste of Ian’s blood on his tongue, metallic and sweet after he’d bit down
hard enough on the soft skin of Ian’s neck for the bond to take. Mickey had
lapped tenderly at the wound until he could no longer taste blood, then bit
down again drawing more to the surface uttering ‘mine’. Ian had dug his nails
into his back with enough strength to make him wince, coming for a second time
between them as he repeated that word.
Mickey chucked his second half finished cigarette over the fence determined to
tell Ian how he felt and get back what belonged to him. As he entered the house
and slipped quietly into Ian’s bedroom he knew Iggy was watching him and
wondered for a moment if his brother had stayed home for Ian’s benefit or just
to enjoy the quiet of the house. Mickey reined in his jealousy and annoyance
not wanting it to affect his mate.
Ian lay on his side unmoving on the large bed facing away from the door, face
hidden from Mickey’s sight. He was still dressed in the jeans and t-shirt he’d
come home in minus his shoes. Saliva filled Mickey’s mouth from the hint of
skin showing where Ian’s shirt had ridden up exposing his pale flesh. He wanted
to run his hand through Ian’s vibrant red hair that appeared longer than last
he’d seen him. Mickey kept himself in front of the door not trusting himself to
get closer while his fingers itched to touch his mate and his pants became
noticeably tighter.
More confident than he’d felt 5 minutes ago Mickey swallowed harshly before
beginning his confession to the back of Ian’s head using as few words as
possible but making sure to keep his tone peaceful, so he didn’t spook him. “I
fucked up Ian and I’m sorry I wasn’t here. You have to know I would never
willingly leave you and not one fucking hour went by that I didn’t think of
you.”
Mickey waited for Ian to say something, to acknowledge him in any way but he
ignored him. Kept his back to him and Ian’s body remained still like he wasn’t
in the room with him spilling his guts. Still cautious Mickey pleaded, “Can you
at least look at me Ian?”
He waited for a count of 5, then an additional count of 10 but Ian just lay
there. Mickey felt like he’d been physically punched in the stomach as his mate
completely disregarded him. Ian had never treated him this way even before they
had bonded, and natural instinct should at the very least get some reaction
from his Omega. Mickey barely had enough presence of mind to leave the room
before he did something stupid and stormed out exiting the house entirely.
Mickey fumbled trying to light a cigarette when his feet hit the pavement. His
hands were shaking uncontrollably with the need to inflict pain, his fury was
overwhelming. If he was still locked up there’d be bodies littering the yard in
his wake. Footsteps sounded behind him on the stairs and he whirled on his
brother ready to put him in his place.
Iggy’s hands immediately flew up in a surrender position clicking in Mickey’s
head that he shouldn’t kill his brother, or injure him gravely. “Shit, fuck
Mick. Just checking you’re ok?” Iggy spluttered backing up.
Mickey decided not to respond in case Iggy says something else, he really
doesn’t want to hurt his brother, but his control is slipping. Instead he
strides down the street towards the park to find his twin. Mandy had been with
Ian last so maybe she can explain his behavior. She’d led him to believe his
mates feelings towards him hadn’t changed so why?
Mandy was facing his way when the park came into view like she’d been expecting
him and waved him over. Mickey’s step faltered when he spotted his children on
the swings, Colin taking turns pushing one and then the other. He stayed on his
side of the road and gestured with his finger for his twin to come to him
realizing he shouldn’t be having this conversation in front of them, especially
Micah.
Mickey thought he’d managed to get ahold of the worst of his temper but from
the look on Mandy’s face he hadn’t. She bemoaned, “Fuck. Please tell me you
didn’t upset Ian?”
Mickey snorted before snapping contemptuously and jabbing himself in the chest
repeatedly, “Really Mandy, what about me. I’m his fucking mate! I tried to
speak to him. I even fucking apologized, but he just lay their facing the wall
or out the fucking window or fuck knows what, but he ignored me!”
Mandy hastened to say whilst checking the children over her shoulder, “Shit
Mickey, I gave him something to relax. It probably knocked him out.”
Mickey toned-down his voice after looking the children’s way too, “I know how
Ian fucking sleeps even when he’s wasted. No fucking way did he not hear me and
or at least wake up part way through.”
Mandy cocked her head to the side before questioning, “Wait. Did you say he was
facing the window?”
“Are you fucking deaf or what?” Mickey replied through gritted teeth.
Mickey took a step back defensively when Mandy suddenly got up in his face,
spittle flying from her mouth while she growled. “No, I’m not fucking deaf
asshole, but Ian is!”
As Mickey watched his twin walk away he didn’t know whether to punch himself
for being so dumb or feel relieved. Ian hadn’t ignored him.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Summary
     The first time
Chapter Notes
     I was writing the next chapter when I felt I'd rather share their
     first time. The hardest thing for me to write is smut and adding a/b/
     o to the mix had me breaking out the Smirnoff. This chapter is 6
     years and 6 months in the past.
     **TRIGGER WARNINGS** There is underage consensual sex because Ian is
     having his first heat. Mickey is 16 and I see him the way he was in
     s2 when he got out of juvie and Ian is 14 and I see him as he was in
     s1.
     I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas, Chanukah or whatever you
     celebrate and wish you all a safe and happy new year xo
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
6 years and 6 months ago
 
 
Mickey senses were already running rampant and it was only the beginning of
Ian’s first heat. The taxi ride seemed to last forever when it was only a ten
minute ride to the dump Fiona had rented, thankfully the driver was a beta or
Mickey may have snapped. He knew Ian’s scent was strong enough for those in
close proximity to pick up and it was making Mickey hyper vigilant when they
arrived to anyone who looked their way. The shit hole they were staying at was
a place Fiona had once worked at and the main ‘guests’, if they could be called
guest, appeared to be whores, junkies and dealers from what Mickey could see
when he checked them in.
 
Another beta was behind the check in desk which helped to some degree but when
he leered at Ian Mickey couldn’t help but growl which shut him up quick smart
and made Ian take hold of his t-shirt which fucked with him more. Mickey
ordered the sleazy clerk to help them carry the supplies up to their room on
the second floor. Fiona had generously given them 2 cases of bottled water and
countless protein bars to see her future meal ticket through the next 3-5 days
as well as barely enough cash to have food delivered to their door.
 
Mickey could tell there were other Omegas going through heat on their floor as
they walked past closed doors, but he was picking up more of a sickly scent,
extremely unappealing and nothing like the sweet enticing scent coming from
Ian. The whores were relegated to the ground floor, so the clerk told him when
they entered the room which was supposed to be ‘the honeymoon’ suite but
smelled like stale sex and cigarettes and Mickey could tell nothing except
maybe the TV and a few lightbulbs had been updated during his lifetime.
 
The room was the size of Ian and his brother’s bedroom with a queen size bed, a
small fridge, a TV, a few cupboards and a bathroom. A small table with 2
mismatched chairs was pushed against the window facing the walkway and Mickey
noticed there was at least a dozen towels and a few sets of sheets which
surprisingly looked clean sitting atop. Mickey started filling the fridge with
water as the door to the room closed forgetting the clerk had even been there,
the sound of the air conditioner turning on noisily while a thrumming feeling
flowed through his body.
 
A hand touched Mickey’s shoulder gently making him turn quickly coming face to
face with an excited and nervous looking Ian. Puppy dog eyes just visible
underneath vibrant red hair which Mickey wanted to run his fingers through
before taking hold of a handful and dragging Ian to the bed. Manhandling the
boy, he adored across the room and tearing the clothes off his body.
 
A tremulous voice reaching his ears. “Mickey did you hear what I said?” No, he
hadn’t, and Ian must have realized that from his lack of response. “Should I go
jump in the shower first?”
 
Biting his bottom lip Mickey nodded his head in affirmation then turned his
back on Ian and went back to loading the fridge hoping he could make it to his
own shower and they could begin while he was still able to maintain some
semblance of control.
 
******
 
As tempting as it was to linger in the shower Ian made fast work of it. He’d
read up on what to expect but the tingling sensation coming from his hole
accompanied by the unfamiliar buildup of moisture was starting to affect him in
ways words couldn’t explain. He dried off quickly not bothering to redress,
just wrapped a towel around his waist and left the room hurriedly. Mickey had
his back towards him again and the second he cleared the bathroom doorway
Mickey was himself closing the door, the shower turning back on moments later.
 
Ian didn’t know what to do with himself, but he tried to hold his hands
together finding it hard not to reach between his legs and touch himself. He
laid himself flat on the bed, then moved to sit with his back to the head
board, then sat with his feet planted to the floor but no matter what he did
with himself he couldn’t find a position to settle in. He started pacing the
room feeling the slick coming from his ass start to trickle down the back of
his thighs and a sweat broke over his body similar to when he’d had a fever.
The urge to bury his fingers inside of himself was becoming nearly unbearable.
In his panic Ian started making his way to the bathroom when the door suddenly
flew open startling him and Mickey was before him naked, dripping wet. Ian
couldn’t bring himself to check Mickey out he was so overwhelmed by the lust
emanating from him.
 
Mickey could feel Ian’s need when he turned off the taps forgoing his towel to
get to what was his, what was waiting for him only feet away. His 2 months wait
now over as he neared his Omega that he’d been dreaming about for the last year
but not in a friendship sort of way. Mickey grabbed Ian’s face with both his
hands and leant his body close to his, his erection touching the towel that was
still wrapped around Ian’s waist.
 
Mickey could feel Ian’s body vibrating with need as Ian locked his hands onto
Mickeys upper arms after flinging the towel from his body. The scent emanating
from Ian was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. It was intoxicating and
all-consuming as it took over his whole body filling his senses and drawing his
Alpha to the surface.
 
Ian felt control of his body abandon him when Mickey tilted his face up to his
causing him to shiver from the intensity of Mickey’s gaze. Lips crashed
together in what was a first kiss for them both. It was messy, full of tongues
and teeth both trying to devour the other. Ian submitted to Mickey’s dominance
never pulling apart until the back of his knees hit the bed.
 
Mickey was holding on by a thread, but he had to keep it together to some
extent for Ian’s first time. He pushed Ian back onto the bed and as Ian crawled
backwards Mickey stalked him like prey until he was hovering above him. He
reached one hand down between Ian’s legs, his fingers becoming drenched when he
reached Ian’s hole. He didn’t linger, pulling his hand away Mickey brought his
fingers to his mouth sucking the most amazing taste off them one by one, but it
wasn’t enough.
 
“Fuck, you taste incredible.” Mickey said thickly then flipped Ian over onto
his belly. He took Ian by the hips raising him up onto his knees and pushing
his legs apart exposing Ian’s pink glistening hole.
 
Mickey was overcome with the urge to bury his face between Ian’s cheeks,
spreading them more with his hands, diving in like he was starving. Licking at
Ian’s hole ferociously, Mickey sucked the slick right out of him. He pushed his
tongue inside Ian’s rim moaning when he felt him begin to loosen eliciting a
high pitched moan from Ian. 
 
“FUCK!” Ian yelled, his voice reverberating about the room. His head slumped
down between his shoulders in pleasure when he felt Mickey’s tongue go
impossibly deeper. Ian didn’t even realize Mickey had added a finger alongside
his tongue until he felt him rubbing the bundle of nerves he had read so much
about.
 
“Mickey…. Please…. I’m gonna come.” Ian moaned.
 
Mickey pulled back but kept his finger inside Ian adding a second one before
pushing Ian flat and turning him back over. Ian spread his legs automatically
as Mickey put more pressure on his prostate. Ian’s head was pushed back onto
the pillow, his back arched and his mouth open but unable to get anything more
than a whine past his lips.
 
Mickey’s whole hand was drenched making it easy to slip a third and fourth
finger into Ian and as Ian thrashed about clasping the sheets he growled, “Come
for me baby.”
 
When Ian heard Mickey’s command he couldn’t hold back any longer, the pressure
from his fingers and the stimulation too much. Ian’s eyes rolled back into his
head, tears ran out of his eyes and he came so hard he felt his come hit his
chest and chin. It was the most incredible feeling Ian had ever experienced
until it wasn’t. Mickey had removed his fingers causing him to whimper leaving
him feeling empty and unsatisfied. Ian’s body was once more burning up with
overpowering need reducing him to begging.
 
Mickey watched Ian’s cock as it came untouched fascinated by the way it spurted
leaving a trail of white over Ian’s chest, chin and even reaching his hair.
Mickey sat between Ian’s legs waiting for Ian’s cock to go down and for his
breathing to even out but neither changed. Ian stayed hard and if anything, his
panting became harsher but that wasn’t the only things distracting Mickey.
 
From what Mickey knew of Omegas, and that wasn’t much, he was positive they had
smaller cocks than Alphas or even Betas but once again Ian didn’t comply with
the norm. Ian wasn’t that much smaller than him in length and the last time
Mickey had measured himself he was just over ten inches, but his width was
nearly double Ian’s size. The few Betas Mickey had fucked had nothing on Ian
but that didn’t stop him worrying that he may hurt Ian with his size. Ian was
still what most would call scrawny but now that Mickey was seeing him naked for
the first time he could see the clearly defined muscles taking shape and the
budding six pack between Ian’s visible v line.
 
Mickey ran his hands across Ian’s hips and over his abdomen while Ian squirmed
beneath his touch. To his surprise the cloying smell that had eased with Ian’s
orgasm was now stronger than before. Mickeys senses were running wild and if
this was any other Omega other than Ian under him he would just take what he
wanted like he’d done with the Betas he’d fucked but this was Ian. His Ian and
he knew he would never intentionally hurt him. Knowing this was Ian’s first
time Mickey hoped he could maintain some semblance of himself and not let his
Alpha take over or even worse bond Ian without his consent.
 
The loss of Mickey’s fingers inside him after he came left Ian craving more.
His body now had a mind of its own as the heat took over completely leaving him
a begging mess. “Mmm…Mickey please…fuck me.” Ian felt Mickey’s hands slide up
his sweaty chest and opened his eyes for the first time since he came to be met
with Mickey’s crystal clear blue eyes staring into his intensely.  
 
Mickey lay heavily on top of Ian knowing the answer to his question but needing
to ask, “You sure?” Ian didn’t waste time nodding leaning up and capturing
Mickey’s top lip between his teeth gently sucking on it and rutting against
him. Mickey pulled away lifting his body off Ian’s while Ian spread his legs
more. He kept his eyes focused on Ian’s unable to see any of the green in his
blown pupils and reach one hand down running his fingers over Ian’s hole
soaking his hand again before using the slick to lube his cock.
 
Ian could feel the blunt head of Mickey’s cock forcing itself inside him
agonizingly slow. He was sure he’d whimpered, possibly screamed out when Mickey
stopped moving and rubbed his thighs to soothe him. However, the pleasure he
was already feeling outweighed the pain making his muscles relax before Mickey
began pushing further into him.
 
As Mickey sunk into Ian inch by inch he lay back over him as Ian wrapped his
legs around his waist locking his ankles together. Mickey forced himself to
still when he was completely buried inside Ian, their hips flush. “So fucking
tight.” Mickey mouthed into Ian’s neck as he licked and nibbled the tender
skin.
 
Every nerve inside Ian felt like it was alive. He could feel every ridge of
Mickey’s cock as it rested firmly inside his walls, putting pressure on his
prostate but it wasn’t enough. Ian wound his arms around Mickey’s neck when he
felt his lower body lift of the bed when Mickey got onto his knees, the new
angle making him gasp. Ian flexed his inner muscles squeezing Mickey tight
while trying to roll his hips moaning wantonly. “Please…” He mumbled, once
again reduced to begging.
 
That was all Mickey needed to hear to get him moving. He started slowly hardly
leaving Ian’s body until he heard Ian moan, “More…more”. Mickey stayed deep
inside fucking him hard enough to move the bed, taking Ian’s upper body into
his arms for more leverage, pounding into him with everything he had knowing he
wouldn’t last long.
 
Ian could feel himself getting close. His whole body was on fire with every
movement, every deep thrust inside him as Mickey’s cock dragged back and forth
across his prostate. He had no control of his lower body and his upper body was
enfolded between Mickey’s arms as he held on to his shoulders not registering
for a few seconds how shallow Mickey’s thrusts had become.
 
Mickey’s movements change into a slow grind as he felt himself loosing all
restraint, his knot beginning to swell at the base of his cock, his body
craving the connection to Ian’s body. “FUCK IAN.” Mickey growl out loudly as he
lowered his hips back to the bed.
 
In Ian’s desperation to have Mickey inside him he’d forgotten about his knot.
Mickey’s cock was already huge but now it was swelling up inside him,
stretching him impossibly wide while at the same time euphoric bliss surged
through him. Ian felt Mickey’s knot catch on his rim locking them together
causing him to sob Mickey’s name repeatedly as he came a second time, vision
blurring as his body went limp.
 
The second Mickey felt his knot lock inside Ian he knew Ian was coming when he
clamped down hard on his cock, a mewling cry coming from beneath him. Mickey
barked out a guttural groan as the most exquisite orgasm he’d every experienced
burst out of him whilst he wrestled his instinct to bite down on Ian’s neck.
 
Worried he would squash Ian, Mickey used the last bit of strength he possessed
to gently roll onto his side taking Ian with him still in his arms. Ian was
unmoving in his embrace a few minutes later when Mickey realized he had no idea
what a real orgasm was until now. Locked together Mickey was still coming
sporadically, groans falling from his mouth each time he filled Ian further.
 
“Ian.” Mickey murmured but got no response. He gently moved Ian’s head from
where it was cradled in his neck and found he was sound asleep. If it wasn’t
for the air tickling his skin, Mickey would have thought he’d fucked Ian to
death. He chuckled lightly placing soft kisses to Ian’s forehead and
whispering, “Your mine.”
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I hope their first time lived up to it. Thank you for all your
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