Quick notes:
I really hope you enjoy this story guys, please review if you can, and if you have any ideas you want me to expand on I would love that. I accept prompts too! I am planning on continuing this so I hope you're ready to come along on the ride! I have tried my hardest to keep everyone, (especially Mickey) in character. Also, my apologies, I'm not too good at writing smut. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!
It didn't take long for Mickey to realise that prison was a hell of a lot different from juvie. The guys in here weren't dabblers in petty crimes like shoplifting or vandalism. They were hardcore. There were rapists, murderers and prime time drug dealers, and that was just in D block. Still, being a Milkovich he used his fists to talk and that was proving a worthwhile skill for once in his life. Mickey knew that someone up there must hate him because when families were dished out he got properly screwed. He was doing okay and defending his corner and to be honest, he didn't really care that much if that got him taken out eventually. He didn't have a cellmate, and he was happy about that, he didn't need some dickhead winding him up even more than he managed to do himself. Although the lack of company left him with nothing but his own thoughts and that wasn't reassuring either.
He and Gallagher had finished nearly six months ago now. Not that Mickey was fucking counting. He still didn't even know how it had happened. Sure, they'd had an argument because of that asshole who was leering at Ian like he wanted to take him home and screw his brains out despite the fact Mickey was glaring at him and creatively imagining all the ways he could rip out his eyeballs out so he could never stare at what was his again. Ian usually put up with Mickey's fiery jealousy but this time he flipped when he'd decked the guy so hard he knocked him spark out. Ian had hauled him out of the bar with such strength even Mickey couldn't stop him. Ian had looked at him with such disappointment that Mickey felt his stomach turn, he couldn't stand what he saw reflecting back in Ian's eyes but he shook that feeling out of him and had seethed at Ian instead.
'I can't do this anymore Mickey. After all this time, you still can't fucking grow up. You knew who that guy was, you knew how it important it was for me to get on with him so I could get that fucking job. To save some money, for us. For me and you so we could try and get a place of our own. And you've fucked it up, as usual cause you can't control your fucking temper.' The volume of Ian's rant got louder and louder and Mickey could see the fire in his eyes.
'Fuck you' Mickey spat back. 'I would rather be out on the fucking streets before I let that guy practically undress you with his eyes. I ain't gonna watch that shit.'
'Sometimes I think you don't give a shit about us, you just wanna stay here forever in the South Side and pretend you're a bad ass to make you feel a bit fucking better about the fact you're fucking me.' Ian replied, his tone full of venom, wanting to hit Mickey right where it hurt for just jeopardising the best chance they'd had at doing something with their lives.
'Don't even fucking go there Gallagher.' snarled Mickey.
'Why what you gonna do? Smash my face in again? Go on. Do it. Didn't make you feel better last time did it?' the redheads eyes challenged him, and his words were pushing him. Mickey's fists were twitching, desperate to connect with Ian's face and wipe that smug look off of it, feel his skull crack underneath his knuckles and release the fury that was bubbling inside him. It took every ounce of restraint he had, but he wouldn't do that to Ian again, he wouldn't carry around that guilt and emptiness again. They knew all too well about pain, and they should be the last two people to be inflicting it upon each other.
Mickey shook with the unreleased rage, but no many years of fighting prepared him for what Ian said next.
'Actually, you know what, fucking forget it. I'm so done with this, I want fucking more than this. We're done Mickey. For good this time.' Ian said, so full of determination that for the first time, he believed it. Fear filled Mickey's body and he stared as Ian looked back like every ounce of feeling he'd ever had for him had evaporated in that very moment. But fear wasn't an emotion that Mickey accepted so he forced himself to swallow as he spat out four words that he'd never meant less in his life.
'Fine, see if I care.'
Even though Mickey had known in that moment that Ian meant it, he would never have believed that Gallagher would stick to his word. But he did. He wouldn't pick up Mickey's calls, he would ignore him if they crossed paths and ultimately acted like he couldn't see him at all, like he wasn't even there. That hurt Mickey way more that he'd ever care to admit, Ian was the one person that not only saw him, but saw through the front Mickey put up to protect himself and found the good in him. Now that was gone, what did he have?
That was a question Mickey didn't really want to ponder over and slowly but surely, over the next few months he had completely gone off the rails. He had been drinking from the second he woke up to the second he passed out, he'd been taking the coke he'd got his hands on instead of selling it and destroying everything that reminded him of Ian. Why? Because he didn't give a fuck, he'd told himself that so many times he was even starting to believe it. Fuck Gallagher, fuck his red hair, and fuck his hands on his body. Mickey was done with him. He had realised that he'd been turned into a fucking pussy, got in too deep with the guy who was meant to be just a casual screw. He would get back to looking out for number one.
The night that had got Mickey thrown into jail for at least 2 years, he'd been at the Kash and Grab, stealing a couple bottles of vodka to take the edge off for the night. When he had walked out only paying for the pack of smokes he was carrying he had walked straight into a sight he had never wanted to see. He could see Gallagher being pressed up against a brick wall, limbs were intertwining and they were kissing. Kissing was not something Ian and Mickey did. They had only kissed three times in all the time they'd been fucking. It was too intimate for Mickey, it made him vulnerable, it put him dangerously on the edge, and he couldn't handle feelings like that. He'd never had to. But seeing Ian's mouth pressed against this dickhead's, watching their lips move together and he was sure he saw Gallagher slip his tongue inside and he felt it. He felt the fury rise up in him quicker than he'd ever felt before and he felt the rage break him badly as he stormed over to them. The second he reached them he grabbed hold of the guy who had Ian's hands in his hair and tore them apart and threw the dead man walking against the wall with such force he didn't even know what was happening. It took Ian what felt like a year to react.
'What the fuck Mickey? Stop!' Ian rushed to try and haul Mickey off of the guy he'd pulled so easily at Fairytale. But Mickey was blinded by his anger and he threw Ian off him like a rag doll as he landed more and more punches. His own knuckles had started bleeding but he didn't care. He could feel everything breaking in the guy below him, he saw the teeth that were knocked out, his jaw go slack, his nose break and his eyes glaze as he gave up trying to fight back. There was blood everywhere and Mickey relished it, he wanted to drain this guy of every ounce of hope as every hit landed harder than the first. He could hear Ian shouting but he couldn't hear clearly enough. He could only see red as his primal side took over, protecting what was his.
The next thing Mickey knew he was in the back of a cop car with his hands cuffed, covered in blood, shaking from his wrath. It didn't take long for him to wind up here, in prison facing a two year stretch, now with no control whatsoever over who Ian fucked. But he didn't care, he knew he'd do it all again. He was only pissed that he hadn't managed to finish him off, he'd left the bastard in a coma apparently. Mickey knew it was probably for the best he was put away, it's not like anyone would fucking miss him.