Ian Gallagher, many words can describe him. Brother. Son. Friend. He was an overachiever, he always had big dreams growing up. He and his family lived on the South Side of Chicago, for years they had to steal or scam to get by. He tried to stay away from it to not endanger his future. He wanted to join the Military and hopefully later join law enforcement.

And with that he did. Ian was a retired Army Veterian after serving multiple tours overseas eventually he discharged from the Army with honors. Not even a year later he had joined the FBI out of the Chicago office. He had everything he could want.

He lived in a small but decent apartment on the West side of town, he visited his family as often as he could. His boss had called him in to work on a new case. Ian had gone in and went to his boss's office. He knocked.

"You wanted to see me sir?" Ian asked, his superior officer.

The man, Damon Kyle turned. He was Ian's superior officer. He wouldn't admit it but he liked Ian. Part of him felt he was in love with the redhead.

"Yes Gallagher, I have your next assignment for you" Damon told him, signing for him to enter the room.

Going in he had sat across from the man, Damon handed over a case file. "Meet the Milkovich Family. Top Mob family in Chicago. Ran by the father, Terrance or Terry Milkovich. His wife, Laura died. His children help run the operation. His sons, Tony, Iggy, Colin, and then there's Mikhailo or Mickey as he likes to be called, his youngest daughters, Mandy and Molly. Word is he had Molly with another woman. Kid's mother died and he took her in. They're about to move in weapons, money, maybe more. I need someone to go under and stop this from happening"

He had shot his head up. "You- you want me to do it?"

"Your one of the best agents we've got, I got complete faith in you to bring this family down"

"Of course sir. When do you want me to start?"

"Right away"

"I'm on it"

"Good. We'll set you up in an undercover apartment, everything will be wired in case they go over. Here" He passed him something. "It's the club they own"

"I'll start right away"

Ian left, he was gonna hit the club later that night. He went to his apartment to grab some stuff he'll need while his team set up the undercover apartment. His mind raced a thousand miles an hour. This was his first big case. He couldn't screw this up and he vowed he wouldn't.

He walked up to his apartment door and saw it was cracked open, immediately his hand reached and went for his weapon as he pulled it. He held his gun in front of him and carefully pushed the door open and began searching for the intruder.

Coming out of the kitchen was Ian's older brother, Lip. The blonde saw his younger brother with a gun and just about jumped.

"Jesus man, put that shit away" Lip told his brother.

The redhead sighed. "What the hell are you doing here Lip? I thought you'd be at work"

"I wanted to come see my little brother, we haven't seen you in a while"

"I've been working. I was at a conference all week in DC last week, I came home a few days ago"

"We miss you"

"I miss you guys too"

"I miss you all too"

"Are you ashamed of us Ian?"

"What? What in the hell would give you that idea?"

"You never come around. You never see us. What are we supposed to think?"

"My job is dangerous Lip. I don't want anyone hurting you guys because of me"

"That doesn't mean you can't come see us"

"I want to see you guys, I really do. My job takes up my time and if any of you get hurt I won't be able to forgive myself"

"Can you at least come to dinner next week?"

Being Lip had sold their childhood home they did family dinner at his and his girlfriend's place.

"I'll try"

Lip hugged his younger brother. "Be careful out there little brother"

Ian returned the hug. "I will"

Lip had left and Ian packed up some stuff, he then went to the other apartment. After getting there he quickly changed so he could hit the club. He picked out a tight dark colored shirt and a pair of skinny jeans and his high tops. Taking a look at his appearance he felt confident. The young agent took a deep breath and left.

When the young agent arrived at the club, it was a line. It was breezy out but not cold. When he got to the front he saw the Milkovich family going in. Terry was an older guy with white hair.

Tony was on the taller side, he had brown hair and piercing green eyes. Iggy was average height, he had dark brown hair with brown eyes. Colin, like his brother, was average height, he had blonde hair and ocean blue eyes.

Just then Ian felt his breath get caught in his throat and his heart stopped, Mickey Milkovich. He was a little shorter than his brothers. He had jet black hair, ocean blue eyes. Ian didn't know why but he was definitely checking him out. Mickey was the most beautiful man he'd ever laid eyes on.

Mickey Milkovich, he hated the club scene. It wasn't much of his thing. He had only gone to please his father. That was starting to become a pain in the ass. It seemed as if lately nothing pleased Terry. He walked with his brothers and his younger sister Mandy behind him in the club. As he walked in he laid his eyes on the redhead in line.

He froze in his place, a secret that Mickey had kept from anyone he knew, especially his family. He was gay. If it had ever gotten out not only would his father disown him and kick him out of the family, he'd most likely would kill him.

Looking at the redhead he took in all his features, the ginger red hair, the apple green eyes, pale skin that looked smooth like silk. His blue eyes looking him up and down. The tight shirt that clung to his pale skin made his abs look medium size, his abs were toned. His long arms had some muscle to them like he worked out. Looking at the redhead's lower half, the skinny jeans made his ass look nice. God he wanted him.

Mandy shoved her brother inside, Ian couldn't help but chuckle. Once the family was inside the bouncer started letting the customers inside. Ian went in and looked around. He ordered a beer and sat at the bar. He glanced around, the music blared with the neon lights flashing, people drinking and dancing.

Going to the bar Mickey ordered a beer, looking over he found the redhead. He'd do anything to be with him. Casually he went over.

"What brings you here tonight?" Mickey asked.

Looking up from his drink, Ian's green orbs had met Mickey's blue ones. His breath had gotten caught in his throat and he felt his heart race faster. He let out a breath and smiled.

"Just needed a night out, a friend recommended this place. I'm Ian"

"Mickey. You have a friend that came here?"

"Once a while back. He told me about it today. Thought I'd come out and see what it was"

"I hate the club scene really"

Ian took a swing of his beer. "Why?"

"Too many people get handsy when they shouldn't. People doing stupid shit when they're drunk or high. And the music sucks ass"

Ian chuckled a bit. "I go out every so often when I can"

"What do you do?"

"Travel writer. I go all over. I live here in Chicago"

"Is that so?" Mickey had a grin.

The redhead nodded and drank more of his beer. One of Mickey's brothers had called him away.

"I gotta go, see you again?"

"Totally"

Ian wrote down his number and gave it to him. Mickey took it, his tattoos on his knuckles showing. Across one set of knuckles it read.

F. U. C. K.

On the other it read.

U- UP

When Ian's fingers slightly touched the dark haired man's it was like small electric currents going through their fingertips. Neither one wanted to stop or let go. It was taking all of Mickey's strength not to take Ian to his private room and strip him and fuck him raw and hard.

He imagined Ian moaning and screaming for him, making him cum hard. It was making Mickey hard just thinking about it. After taking the slip of paper with the number he left. Before he went to his brothers he went to the bathroom to deal with his aching rock hard dick.

Ian couldn't believe he had made contact that quickly with one of them, Mickey especially. He was definitely feeling something for the young Milkovich man. Was...Was he catching feelings for a mobster's son? He was a federal agent for Christ sake. He couldn't do that. Could he?

He couldn't have feelings for a mobster's son or a mobster period. It was his job to take them down. He knew one thing for sure. He and Mickey had a connection for sure. How far and how deep that connection would go. He had no clue.