Their first wedding night had been a disaster. Mickey had been just about blackout drunk, and after throwing up at Ian's feet, the latter had decided to call it a night. They hadn't had a first dance, or cut their cake, or anything else a couple usually does at their reception. Ian was left to drag an intoxicated Mickey back to the Milkovich residence. By the time they got there, there was nothing to stop Mickey from passing out on the couch, leaving Ian to his own devices. The redhead clearly remembered leaving a bucket and glass of water by his husband before retiring to their bed alone. It had been a long night for the newlyweds leaving Ian bitter and morose.

Their second wedding was off to a much better start. After their slow dance, Mickey had taken Ian over to a table of their own and began talking to him earnestly. They spent the whole evening talking, making up for all the lost time. They were only pulled apart when Fi and Mandy demanded to have a brother-sister slow dance, much to both of their chagrin. And after that they were expected to cut the cake. Mickey shoved his own slice at Ian, missing his mouth, smearing his chin with icing. Ian's laughs turned to pants when Mickey insisted on sensually licking it off, to the delight of their friends and family. It was a nice evening, filled with warm wishes and affection. They were sent off in a hailstorm of peanuts as the Alibi, well stocked as it was, lacked rice. They walked home holding hands, both of them sober.

As soon as Mickey had unlocked the house and ushered them both in, Ian shoved him up against the wall and began kissing him. His hands roamed the shorter man's body, tugging his dark hair, running up and down his arms and back… Mickey growled, before pushing the redhead into the other wall. Shoes left by the door were tripped over, causing the redhead to fumble and hit the wall hard. Mickey took advantage of Ian's momentary confusion and began to dominate the kiss. He pinned the other man to the wall, allowing him to freely explore Ian's body. He began to suck on the redhead's neck, wanting to mark him as his. Ian moaned heavily as he ground his hips against Mickey's. The brunet's lips were making wet sounds as he sucked harder at Ian's neck and then jaw. His hands slipped under Ian's shirt. Tracing the hard lines of muscle, Mickey let out an appreciative noise.

"God, Mick. I need you. Here." Ian panted out.

Mickey pulled away, a smirk on his red lips. "Can't even wait to get to the bedroom? Wow you have become desperate since we were last together, Firecrotch."

Ian groaned. "Fuck, Mickey. Do you ever shut up?"

Mickey raised one brow. "Make me."

Ian spun them, so Mickey was pressed up against the wall. He took the brunet's wrists in one hand and held them above Mickey's head. The older man's shirt rode up, exposing his stomach. Ian began to suck at Mickey's neck at the spot where his jaw met his ear. He could feel Mickey squirm under him, his breathing becoming uneven. He pulled away with a smirk, but before he could say anything clever Mickey's lips were on his own. Ian let his hand drop from where it had been holding Mickey's wrists and began to tug at Mickey's shirt. The brunet understood what was needed instantly, and so he pulled away long enough to take his shirt off. Ian looked appreciatively at the white expanse of skin that had just been revealed to him, and was determined to mark every inch of it. He continued to kiss Mickey, a little less desperately, but his fingers traced over the other's collarbone and ribs, silkily making their way down to the elastic of his boxers. Using his leg he ground against Mickey's erection enjoying the little moans the brunet released from the back of his throat.

"Stop...the...teasing, Firecrotch," panted Mickey.

With a smirk Ian got on his knees and pulled at Mickey's button and fly. In one swift movement Mickey stood completely naked before Ian. Without wasting time Ian took Mickey's entire length into his mouth and began sucking. Mickey's eyes fluttered closed, one hand tangling itself in Ian's short hair.

"Oh god," Mickey moaned.

Ian lapped at the pulsing vein, causing shudders to run up Mickey's spine.

"I'm not gonna last long," warned Mickey.

"That's alright, we've got the rest of our lives," Ian said pulling away.

"Still, I want you in me," Mickey panted.

"Let's move things to the bedroom then," suggested Ian.

Mickey nodded and quickly untangled himself from his clothes before following Ian to his room. When he got there he helped Ian with his shirt, pulling it off and letting it fall to the floor. He surged forward, their lips meeting again and enjoyed the feeling of his skin against Ian's.

The first round was hard and fast as if the two of them were making up for lost time. After blindly grabbing lube and a condom from a drawer by his bed, Mickey straddled Ian and rode his cock as fast as the two of them could manage. It was like the old days when they had first gotten together, before their feelings had developed for one another. Ian's hands held on tightly to Mickey's hips, bruising the skin. In contrast whereas Ian's hands were stationary, Mickey's were roaming across Ian's chest and arms. With the speed they had set, Mickey knew he wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. The thought made him smile. The room was filled with wet sounds and the moans of two men who knew exactly how to make their bodies sing.

In the end, Mickey's prediction came true, neither of them lasted much longer. Mickey came first, his toes curling in ecstasy, with Ian following shortly after. The brunet rolled off his husband panting. The silence was only broken by their heavy breathing. After a minute or so Ian stood and grabbed a warm towel and cleaned them both off. The two men curled together until they managed to catch their breaths. Ian was on his back, looking up at the dark ceiling above them, and Mickey was curled in a c-shape beside him.

As Mickey nestled himself closer against Ian's side, a muscular arm wrapped around him. Their breathing slowed, and Mickey almost thought that perhaps Ian had fallen asleep. He wouldn't blame the other man. It had been a long, weird day for them both.

"I've missed you," Mickey murmured into the crook of Ian's neck. He then nuzzled himself closer to his husband relishing in the redhead's warmth and smell.

He could feel Ian's chuckle before he heard it. "I missed you too, Mick."

Ian turned on his side to look at Mickey. The love he saw in the brunet's eyes was like coming home all over again. Overwhelmed, Ian put his free hand on Mickey's cheek and kissed him softly. Although the kiss began chastely, it soon became clear that they needed more. Mickey's hands traced all the planes and musculature of Ian's body as if trying to make up for all the anguish they had caused one another. Ian tangled his hand in Mickey's hair bringing the other man closer to him. The kiss became more demanding, although not nearly as rough as they had been earlier. Each man continued to explore the others' body, eager to remember what they had forgotten. One hand trailed down Ian's chest, tracing his abs, before reaching his hip. From there, Mickey followed the line which led him to Ian's cock. He could feel the other man's breathing shift, and feel the tension in the redhead's body. He smiled at the thought of being able to so easily read the redhead's mind.

Slowly, almost tenderly, Mickey began to pull at Ian's erection. Ian's breath caught, and he watched as Mickey carefully pulled him apart. When he couldn't take it anymore Ian pulled Mickey to him, taking the other man's lips in his. Mickey happily swallowed each of Ian's little moans as he brought the redhead closer and closer to orgasm.

Ian felt the heat in his stomach grow, until suddenly he came in Mickey's hand. After that it was like all the energy he had had left his body. He lay still in a state of utter euphoria. In the dark, warm room, he struggled to keep his eyes open, but he knew there was something he needed to do, something he wanted to do. He struggled to sit up and reach for Mickey, but the other man was already pulling away to grab the towel.

"Let me...Please Mick, I want to...please," Ian said slurring his words.

Mickey gave one of his well known smiles, only softened a little around the edges. "Sleep. Like you said, we've got the rest of our lives."

"But-" Ian pouted slightly, his eyelids feeling heavy.

"You're exhausted, you can get even in the morning," promised Mickey curling back into Ian's side.

Ian nodded sleepily before pressing a gentle kiss onto Mickey's temple. The two men fell asleep, curled in each others' arms.

Mickey woke up to find Ian pressing hot, needy kisses along his neck and chest. He smiled, opening his eyes slowly. "Well isn't someone eager."

"I don't like being in anyone's debt," teased Ian between kisses.

"Is that so?" Mickey hummed. "And how do you propose you pay that debt?"

Without another word, Ian shoved the remainder of the sheets off the bed and crawled on top of Mickey. He began to suck on a bruise from the previous night, happy to hear Mickey panting beneath him. He continued kissing his way down Mickey's chest, paying special attention to his nipples, before making it down between his legs. Ian continued to tease his husband by kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh of Mickey's thighs all while ignoring his straining cock.

"Ian," panted Mickey. "You're supposed to be making it up to me, not making me suffer."

Ian just hummed a little, and continued peppering Mickey's thighs with kisses. Mickey felt like he was going to scream, and that's when Ian swallowed his cock. The redhead didn't hold back as he practically choked himself on Mickey's dick. One hand was on the brunet's hip in a bruising hold, and the other fondled Mickey's balls. Mickey let out a guttural moan relishing the velvet heat which surrounded his cock.

Except for in his dreams Mickey had almost given up ever seeing Ian like this. Lips red as sin straining around his dick, the hot tight feeling of Ian's mouth engulfing him...Mickey thought he was going to burn. And without warning he came.

Ian didn't seem to mind as he dutifully swallowed Mickey's load.

"Fuck." Even Mickey's favorite word didn't seem an apt descriptor of what had just happened.

Ian pulled a dirty shirt off the floor and used it to clean himself off. He flopped on the bed beside Mickey breathing heavily. "I should probably take my meds."

Mickey looked at him with concern. "Are they at Fi's? Do you need me to go get them for you?"

"Nah, Fiona said she would leave them on the porch in a bag. Said she didn't want to disturb us in our marital bliss," laughed Ian. He put on some boxers and left the room. Mickey heard the front door open and close. He could hear Ian humming as he turned on the tap to fill a glass with water, and then Ian returned carrying a brown bag and his glass.

"Not the kinda drug deals we're used to, eh Mick?"

Mickey laughed, "I haven't been a part of that life in a long time, Gallagher."

"It's Milkovich now," Ian protested lightly.

Mickey looked surprised, "You wanna take my last name? After all my family has fucked up-"

Ian finished swallowing the pills before interrupting, "I don't care about what your family has done. I want to take your last name, Mickey. We're married after all."

Mickey chuckled rubbing his chin. "So we are. I just figured I ought to take the name Gallagher. You all have always been a close knit bunch...much more of a family than mine."

Ian shrugged. "We can discuss this more later...I have another matter I want to discuss with you."

"Oh?" Mickey raised a brow.

"I don't think you should sell the house." Ian said plainly.

"What?"

"I know you spend most of your time Northside now, but we have family here. I want to spend time with them and not have to worry about the commute." Ian explained.

"What about New York?" Mickey asked cautiously.

"I'm a writer, Mick. I can do that from anywhere. Sure my agent and publishing team is there...but I think I would only need to fly to see them occasionally. For the most part I can just call or skype them." Ian shrugged.

"I see..."

Misinterpreting Mickey's expression Ian hurried on, "but...if you want to sell it for personal reasons...because of what happened here I – well I understand that too...uh do what you need to do..."

"Relax, Firecrotch," Mickey chuckled. "I was mostly thinkin' of sellin' cause this house is too big for a bachelor, but now seeing that I've got you...and the rest of the Gallagher brood-"

"And Yev," Ian interrupted cheekily.

"Yes and Yev...well maybe it wouldn't be so bad living here...'sides I was thinking of expanding Canary Metal Works to New York...it would give me a reason to visit the city with you," Mickey said haltingly.

Ian looked searchingly into Mickey's face. "Do you really mean that?"

"I do."

Ian ran to his husband giving him a kiss. It wasn't too hard for Mickey to pull the redhead back into bed for another round of sex, either.

In the end, Mickey decided to keep the house and he was glad he did. Now that Ian was back in Southside for good it was nearly impossible to keep his siblings away. Nearly every other day when Mickey came home he would find one Gallagher or another visiting with Ian. And if it wasn't a Gallagher than it was probably his own sister or Kev and Vee with their kids...well point was there was always someone in the house paying them a visit.

The newlyweds also worked out an arrangement with Svetlana in which Yevgeny would come and stay with them every few weeks. Initially it took some time to convince the Russian woman that Yev would benefit from living with all three of his parents, but soon it became clear to her that Yev adored his dads and that they adored him too. They were never going to be a perfect family, but they all loved their child and were willing to do whatever was necessary for him to be happy.

On days when they weren't watching Yev, and Mickey could leave the office, and none of the Gallaghers demanded Ian's attention, Mickey and Ian would head to New York. Ian's book was a major success, and often he was needed at meetings with his publicist. If not, then he would spend the day with his friends, or with his publisher concocting a new novel as Mickey began meeting with investors so that he might open up a shop in New York.

At the end of the day, it didn't matter what city they were in so long as they were with one another. Both men had finally and deservingly come home.