This chapter contained a sex scene. It has been removed per FFN's rules. There was a few important things that are learned/happen during the moments. I will explain them at the end. Sorry for the inconvenience, but rules is rules. If you really want to read it, I also post on AO3 under the same name. Thanks and I hope you enjoy!

True Shame
Chapter 4: Blood on the Dance Floor

Ian had no clue where his shirt was. Caleb had pulled it off and Ian let him. They danced, they swayed, they moved with the music. For the first time in his life, Ian let go. He really let go and blocked out everything but the music. And he felt free. He forgot his life for those few brief moments. Which was why he stumbled when he was yanked away from Caleb's heat. He righted himself quickly and turned.

"What the hell, Caleb?" An older man stood a foot away, his hand securely around Caleb's arm. He looked really old. Like older than Frank. "I'm gone for a few minutes and you're grinding on some kid."

Caleb wrenched his arm away. "I was just dancing."

"You here with him?" Ian asked, a bit surprised by the revelation.

The man turned to glare at Ian. "No one asked you." He snapped, his voice rising over the music.

Caleb rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Shut up, Ned."

Ned turned back to him. "I got you into the club."

Caleb gawked at him a moment. "So that means you own me?"

"For tonight, yeah, I do." Ned said with a nod. Caleb looked away and didn't answer. That seemed to only anger the old man. "You really want to dance with this loser?"

"Hey!" Ian snapped, waving at the guy. "The loser can hear you."

Ned held up his hand. "No one is talking to you."

Ian frowned and shook his head. What the fuck was up with this guy? Couldn't he find guys his own age? Or at least half his age?

Caleb ignored his date or whoever he was and stepped closer to Ian. "Can I call you some time?" He asked, leaning closer.

Ian smirked and was about to answer when Ned grabbed Caleb's arm to pull him back. Caleb wrenched his arm away a bit too dramatically and, before Ian could move, smacked right into him. Ian caught an elbow to the face and staggered back a step. He felt the blood well up on his lip.

"Hey!" As if from out of nowhere, suddenly there was a guy standing between Ian and the other two men.

Ned frowned at the seemingly much younger man. "Who the hell are you?"

Ian reached out and touched the new stranger's shoulder. He stepped around him and waved his arm, getting Ned's attention. "Doesn't matter. You're the one being an asshole. You really should fuck off, dude."

Ned's eyes narrowed. "You really should take your own advice, kid. How old are you? 12?"

Ian rolled his eyes. "I'm the same age as statutory there." He said, nodding to Caleb. Ned's eyes narrowed more and he lifted his arm. It was slow, the man clearly had never punched someone before. It was almost sad. And Ian felt bad for what he was thinking of doing. For like a split second. He turned slightly, then swung around, and put his fist in Ned's stomach. It wasn't even very hard. Ian barely touched him. But the man doubled over, clutching is abdomen with both hands.

There was a sharp laugh behind him. "That was hot."

Ian turned slightly. He'd forgotten the guy that practically swooped in. Ian stepped to the side and got a better look at him. Now... he looked the part of vampire nightclub guest.

"I think it's time for you to leave." The new stranger said, his eyes on the man doubled over. "Vladimir!" The newcomer suddenly shouted, his voice cutting through the music easily. The people around them shrunk back a step. Just as suddenly as he appeared, another man appeared. The bouncer from outside earlier. "Vlad, please escort these two outside." He said. "That guy." He pointed at Ned. "Is no longer welcome. The kid can come back in a few years, when he's legal."

"Wait... a... minute..." Ned said, wheezing as he spoke. "Who... the hell... are you?"

The guy shrugged. "I'm the guy kicking your ass out."

Ned started attempted to straighten up but was literally yanked off the ground by his shirt.

"Thanks, Vlad." He waved.

The man nodded and turned. Caleb held up his hands and scurried away, Vlad in tow with Ned.

Ian smiled and waved in their direction. It sucked for Caleb, for sure. But the kid had shown up with an asshole so... it's his own damn fault. It was kind of cool to watch them be drug off like that. He involuntarily licked his lip and grimaced. He hated the taste of blood. Without thinking, he turned slightly, bent over, and spit it out.

The stranger spun around, his nostrils flaring. He tilted his head to the side. "Did you just spit blood on my dance floor?"

Ian straightened up and glanced at the stranger. "Your dance floor?"

He held out his hand. "Mickey Milkovich." He introduced himself. "This is my nightclub."

Ian's eyes widened slightly and he tilted his head. But he smirked. "Ian Gallagher. I'm sorry for getting blood on your dance floor." He touched his hand to Mickey's.

Mickey gripped Ian's hand tightly and pulled him closer. His eyes focused on the cut on Ian's lip for a moment before moving up to his eyes. He dipped his head forward, moving even closer to Ian, and inhaled deeply. "What are you?" He asked softly, his voice just barely a whisper.

Ian's brow wrinkled for a moment and he swallowed. The question caught him off guard. "I uh... I... don't know... what you mean..." He stammered a bit. "I'm uh... nothing special..."

Mickey stared at him. "You're something."

Ian shivered a bit. "What are you?"

Mickey moved back a step and lifted his arms. "Obvious."

Ian smiled and shook his head. "Nah. You ain't a vampire. No way."

Mickey frowned. "Why not?"

Ian opened his mouth slightly and pointed to his teeth. "No fangs."

Mickey rolled his eyes. "They're retractable, dipshit."

Ian tilted his head and stepped closer. "Really? Can I see?"

Mickey jerked his head back. Ian was really close. And there was still a dot on blood on his lip. And there were a few too many onlookers. Mickey grabbed Ian's hand and when the human didn't pull away, he tugged him through the crowd. Mickey kept his head low as they weaved back towards the stage. He pulled Ian up the stairs.

"I ain't sitting in your chair."

"You ain't sitting in my chair." Mickey agreed and tugged him back to the corner, behind a large black curtain that was obscured. There was a dark hallway behind the stage and they followed it for a few paces. For a split moment, Ian had a doubt. Following a self-proclaimed vampire back into a shady, black part of the club. No windows, very little light, no one else around. But Ian didn't falter as Mickey finally stopped in front of a door. He finally let go of Ian's hand and fished a set of keys from his pocket. He unlocked the door and threw it open. "My office." He flipped the light on and stepped inside.

Ian stepped in behind in and looked around. The room was pretty bare. White walls, no windows, one light on the ceiling, nothing on the walls. There was a faded looking leather black couch on one side, a desk with a laptop and chair on the other, and a filing cabinet. It was an actual office. A very boring office. "This totally doesn't help your argument that you're a vampire."

Mickey let out a laugh and turned towards him. "You want the proof?"

Ian crossed his arms over his bare chest and tilted his head a bit. "Couldn't do it on the dance floor?"

Mickey shook his head and waved his hand. "Too many eyes."

"Seriously?" Ian blinked at him. "You were sitting up on that stage like you were on display."

"You were watching me?"

"You were watching me." Ian threw back.

Mickey shrugged.

"Still don't see the proof."

Mickey stepped closer quickly and opened his mouth. There was an audible click as his fangs snapped into place. They measured nearly an inch from the base to the tip and were sharp enough to slice and dice with the barest touch.

Ian's eyes widened and he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving them. "Holy shit." He craned his neck a bit as he got even closer. "Aren't those the wrong teeth?"

Mickey frowned and pushed Ian away. "They ain't fuckin' wrong."

"All vampire shit I've seen, they're on the pointy teeth, the uh... canines." Ian said.

Mickey shook his head. "Myth." He said. "No fuckin' clue how it got started. But they're behind the side lateral incisors."

Ian stared at him blankly. "The what?"

Mickey rolled his eyes. "Your four front teeth? Called lateral incisors. Vampire fangs are sides. The non-two-front-teeth for Christmas shit."

Ian nodded slowly. They sort of resembled snake fangs. He didn't say this out loud, of course. That might be offensive. He had no clue. "Thanks for the dental lesson."

Mickey shrugged. "Welcome."

"So you're a real fuckin' vampire?" Ian asked slowly.

Mickey nodded. "Yep."

"And this is your club."

Mickey nodded again.

Ian tilted his head for a moment. His eyes narrowed a tiny bit and he attempted to get inside Mickey's head. He wasn't even sure why. Most of the time, he tried to stay out. But something about Mickey, he really just wanted to see, what Mickey was thinking at that moment. But it was just silent. Ian tried harder, tried clearing his own mind to pull Mickey in. But still, he got nothing.

"What?" Mickey said after a few silent minutes ticked by.

"It's quiet." Ian said.

Mickey blinked for a moment and looked around the room. "Yeah, it's my office. Just you and me here."

"No." Ian shook his head. "No, I mean... you're quiet."

"No fuckin' shit." Mickey snapped. "Cuz you're staring at me all creepy. And that's saying sumthin' coming from me."

Ian lifted his hand and tapped the side of his head. "Up here." He said. "Your mind is quiet."

"What?" Mickey frowned.

"I can't read you." Ian stated bluntly.

Mickey paused for a moment. "You fuckin' telling me you can read minds?"

Ian nodded. "Yep."

"But not mine?"

Ian shook his head.

"Can do you anything else?"

Ian shrugged. "Maybe."

"So you are something." Mickey said. "That I've never seen or smelled before. Sure you won't just tell me?"

Ian smiled and shook his head. "Nope."


Brief description of important things lost.

Mickey speaks Ukrainian when he gets worked up. You miss this. It and the translation are at the end. He says it in reference to Ian evading a question.

Ian's blood smells really good to Mickey. Ian and Mickey don't know why.

Mickey explains that he could drink from Ian and not kill him. But some vampires do kill on purpose. Mickey says he wouldn't without permission.

Ian sort of offends Mickey when he asks if it's an infection, like a sexual transmitted disease.

It's not. Cuz that's silly.

Ian finds out the girl that was with Mickey was his sister Mandy.

They do stuff.

Ian lets Mickey bit him while they do stuff. But it's only a small taste.

They finish their stuff.

Ian is really hot, like temperature wise. Mickey is cold. Cuz he's a vampire.

Mickey won't let Ian kiss him, like in the beginning of the show.

Mandy walks in. Mandy gets introduced. Vampires can move really fast. And still smoke cigarettes.

Mandy is leaving for a few weeks.

Mandy leaves.

Mickey's all... hyper? I guess? Cuz Ian's blood is good shit, even though he only got like a drop.

That's it!

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Author's Notes: I've done a tiny bit of research for sticking some Ukrainian "curses" (not curses like cuss words), into the story. Mickey will explain more later and I'll keep a list as I use them.

Ukrainian Translations:

Ти нечиста сило - You are an evil spirit!