Done To Death

A selection of one shots; each an Ian/Mickey cliché

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Mickey Is Not In Love

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Mickey is not in love with Ian Gallagher.

He is aware that in his life there have been a lot of fuck ups – hell knows he caused most of them – but whatever the reasons behind the chaos, there is one thing in his life he is not unsure about…

He is 100% fucking certain he is not in love with Gallagher.

Which makes a refreshing change – knowing exactly where he stands with someone. Terry is fucking complicated: the guy is an absolute cunt and yet Mickey still goes out of his way to try and make his Dad proud. Whether it is motivated by some deep seated need for affection, or whether it is just fear, Mickey doesn't know. All he can be sure of is that his relationship with Terry is balanced on a fucking knife edge.

The relationship with his Mother, on the other hand, makes Terry look like a fucking picnic. When she had been around things hadn't been so bad – sure she had been high as a fucking kite the whole time, but as long as she had Mandy she was happy. And as Mickey looked the most like Mandy, he was the son she hated the least. And some rumours say his mother left, and some say she died, but whichever it was has left Mickey stripped to the soul; unable to love her but unable to hate her. It is a battle that rages in his gut and is lived out through his fists.

And he supposes if he does have love for anyone it would be his sister, just as long as he is never expected to say it or anything. Their relationship survives best on "Fuckface" and "Bitch", which is about as close to affection as a Milkovich can get.

Not that nicknaming Gallagher "Firecrotch" is any reflection of this. Plus, Mickey is a fan of the obvious and Ian is a firecrotch in more ways than one. Which isn't the same as being in love with the guy. He is just a bloody good fuck – so good in fact that Mickey has made a habit out of it.

But it isn't fucking love, it's just necessary to get Mickey off these days: it is that need for skin on skin, for that sweet burn as Ian slides inside him. It is not about affection, or even friendship. It just is what it is.

And if Mickey lets Ian wrap his arms around him when he thinks Mickey is asleep, or if Mickey litters kisses along the freckles on Ian's arm, then that's nobody's fucking business.

And it definitely isn't love.