Ian didnt really understand what Fiona was trying to tell him, growing up. It never made sence. Not until now. This very moment it clicked.

It hurt so fucking bad. The worst pain he had ever felt in his entire life. His wrist was on fucking fire, and he had no fucking clue as to why. Sure, it stung like hell when he first looked at the guy. and it got a little worse the closer he got to him. It even ran to his fingertips. But it was also the most wonderful feeling he had ever felt. He couldnt decide if he loved it or hated it; the tingle-y burning sensation that flowed through his entire body. And he sure as shit didnt know why when the man sleeping next to him touched him, the feeling went away in that immidiate area.

"The pain just sort of fades" Fiona told him after he wouldnt stop asking her what it felt like to finally meet the person she was destined to live forever with. "We dont question the fortuity trait. It will tell us our way. Thats how its been for centuries"

The redhead rolled in pain on his bed, trying not to wake the man sleeping next to him. He looked at his alarm clock. 4:52am. That would explain why the complete stranger was still in his bed. Ian didnt exactly kick him out after he made the brunette see fucking stars, but he didnt tell him he could still be there when he woke up. But really? This early?

Making sure to not wake the shorter man, Ian gently arose from his bed and headed to his bathroom, where he kept his medication. He took two alieve and hoped that the pain would subside. In the back of his mind, he knew it wouldnt though, not unless he got to touch him again.

As the younger boy made his way towards the kitchen, he heard the guy from last night moaning and mumbling, trying to incoheirently speak. The voice from the other room sent a numbing sensation up his spine. He couldnt get enough of it when the man aksed him if he wanted a drink.

He couldnt explain the electric vibrations other than he could feel each and every word the man said to him. Each sylible drumming his nerves.

When Ian felt drunk enough, he pulled the tattooed man to the middle of the dance floor and started grinding into him to the beat of the music.

"Pretty good at this, aint you, firecrotch?" the man asked.

"I know my way around the floor, I guess you could say" Ian shyly responded as he bit his bottom lip, trying to mask the drumming in his very soul.

"What about a bed? Know your way around one of those?" the shorter boy asked with hooded eyes.

The redhead was ginuenly shocked. He had never outright been asked to fuck that fucking fast into talking to someone. But hell, he was about a half a milisecond away from asking the brunette the same question, much to his own suprise.

"Only around mine" Ian answered and grabbed the brunettes hand, pulling him away from the lights and music.

"Gimme a sec, gotta let my sister know im leaving"

"Hurry" Ian replied as he bit his lip even harder, like a fucking dog in heat. The further the brunette got away, the more his skin burned. But luckily, he was back before the redhead could count to ten.

Silently, the boys walked out of the fairytale, and into the hot summer night of boystown.

Ian didnt live far from the club, so they walked, bumping shoulders and swipping glances along the way.

"So..." The brunette started. "I dont normally do this, but something told me to just fucking do it"

"Ahh, yea, I felt that too" Ian smiled. "Oh, Im sorry, Im Ian" he said, smiling.

"Mickey" The brunette smiled back, with his hands in his pockets and his chin down, almost shyly.

Quietly, the boys finished their walk to Ian's apartment.

"This is me" Ian said as he pulled his key out and jammed it uncerimoniously into the keyhole.

Mickey tugged at his bottom lip before he searched his left and right, seemingly to look for something. But as Ian opened his door, he was pushed in with such a force. Where the man laid his hands, Ian's skin went cold, almost numbingly cold. "Woah" he jumped back.

Mickey flinched and his eyes widened. "You felt it too?"

"What the fuck was that? It was fucking cold, almost freezing." Ian asked, slightly panicked.

"No fucking clue" Mickey feigned shock. He knew exactly what it was. He had been reading alot on the fortuity trait latley but he didnt mention that to the redhead.

They say that the trait is special. Not everyone gets it the same way. But sometimes your lucky enough to find someone who balances you out. Like fire and Ice, or Root Beer and Vanilla ice cream. Or Mickey's favorite, Jack and orange juice. He had always fucking loved orange jucie. Jack just added the burn he craved. The burn he felt when he touched Ian's skin.

He didnt know fate put them together when he first saw the redhead, dancing alone in the middle of the dance floor. He was just horny and looking for a guy to fuck for the night. He wasnt expecting...this. He knew what this was when they accidently brushed skin at the bar, both ordering drinks. He decided at that moment to see if it was true; what he read about the fortuity trait.

"Wait? You said it was cold?" He asked.

"You didnt fucking feel it?" Ian asked, shock filling his features.

"I felt fire" Mickey whispered as he touched Ian's skin again, just for the sake of feeling his skin alight.

"Fire?" Ian asked confused as his features softened.

"Can we talk about this afterwards, firecrotch?" Mickey asked as he pulled Ian close and touched their lips together.

"Definatly, afterwards" Ian replied, sucking Mickey's bottom lip in between his own.