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Mickey let Ian sleep in late since he was extra cranky when he got home this morning. Did he lose a patient at work again? Working the night shift as an EMT in the Southside was obviously pretty rough, but Ian still took every loss hard.
You wouldn’t think a vampire would care so much about death. Who cares if some asshole gets shot? Happens every day. But Ian took it so personally. Like every patient was his responsibility. Like he was a failure if he didn’t save every single one.
It was already past noon and Mickey was sick of waiting for Ian to wake up. He usually got home around 6 am and only slept for a few hours. Not that he even needed sleep. Supposedly. He was pretty fucking dodgy about the vamp details. He still wouldn’t even tell Mickey who turned him or why. He was so damn secretive about that shit and refused to answer questions about any of it. That was one of the only things they ever actually fought about.
Mickey had to have some fun with it or it would drive him crazy. He chuckled, thinking about the look on Ian’s face when he got him a coffin for Christmas. That was an expensive-ass joke. Worth it though.
When they first met, he had to try out all the vampire myths since Ian wouldn’t confirm or deny any of them. Ian never thought his pranks were very funny though, especially that garlic one.
Mickey sighed and tapped his foot, looking over at his boyfriend. He must’ve really been out of it to fall asleep in his uniform. Why did he test his control like that every night? So much blood in that confined space. He came home exhausted and irritable every morning, sucked down a few blood bags, and passed right out. Vampires should have endless energy or some shit, but according to Ian they can still get ‘mentally exhausted.’ More like cranky as fuck.
Not that Mickey really minded since it usually meant amazing sex. Ian could take out his frustrations on him any day. God, there was nothing hotter than when he held him down and just took what he wanted. That’s why he was so impatient right now, he was due to be fucked hours ago! Jesus.
He climbed onto the bed and slowly lifted Ian’s shirt over his head. It was time to wake up.
He ran his fingers through the soft hair on Ian’s chest and made his way lower, tracing his abs lightly. God, he loved his body. Did he have muscles like this before he turned or was it a vamp thing? He felt Ian stir as he got down to his pants, sliding his fingertips under the waistband briefly and then back up again.
“Mm, why’d you stop?” Ian said, his voice low and scratchy.
“Lazy vampires don’t get handjobs.”
Ian looked up at him with an eyebrow raised and Mickey felt a rush of adrenaline at the challenge in his eyes. His bright green eyes were so fucking sexy, especially when he first woke up.
“Oh, is that right?”
Mickey smiled at the teasing tone in Ian’s voice. He knew where this was headed and he was not mad about it.
Before he could even respond, Ian was a blur and Mickey was on his back underneath him. Ian kissed Mickey hard, gripping his wrists and pinning him down against the bed. Fuck yes.
He deepened their kiss, tongues colliding. Ian was careful not to let his fangs cut Mickey. They weren’t always out, only when he was hungry or horny. Right now he was probably both. Mickey couldn’t help but moan as he thought about the ‘hungry’ part. If his dick wasn’t hard already, it definitely would be now at the thought of Ian feeding on him.
He’d been asking Ian to bite him since he first found out he was a vampire. Who wouldn’t? It’d be hot as fuck. What’s the point of having a vampire boyfriend if he won’t even bite you?!
Ian was a fucking tease about it too, refusing to bite Mickey but still running his fangs along his neck any chance he got. Just enough to feel amazing but not break the skin.
It was like Ian could read his mind as he broke the kiss and made his way down to Mickey’s neck. He shivered as Ian kissed and licked from his shoulder up to the sensitive spot under his ear. Ian had a bit of an obsession with Mickey’s neck, even if he wouldn’t bite him.
Mickey let out a breath as he felt the fangs touch him, lightly grazing over the skin. Ian inhaled his scent and moaned.
“Jesus, Gallagher. Fucking bite me already.”
“You know that’s not gonna happen,” Ian said as he continued his teasing.
“I can take it. I want it.” Mickey could feel how hard they both were as Ian rolled his hips down into him.
“Do I need to find a way to shut you up?” Ian asked.
“I’m just saying, I bet I taste delicious.”
“As much as I love hearing you beg,” Ian said slowly as he started pulling Mickey’s shirt over his head, “I’m not putting you in danger.”
He started on Mickey’s pants, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. Ian sucked in a breath as he ran his eyes down Mickey’s body. “Look at you, Mick, it’s hard enough to control myself already. Fuck, you look good.” Ian’s gaze was hungry.
Mickey’s argument flew out the window when Ian leaned down and wrapped his mouth around his cock, taking it all the way down his throat. Mickey groaned and threw his head back. “Fuuuuck, Ian.”
Ian pulled his head up and teased, “Still can’t keep quiet, can you?”
Mickey grinned down at him. “Didn’t you say something about making me shut up?”
Ian laughed and quickly turned to straddle Mickey’s face, sliding his cock into his warm mouth while he leaned down to swallow Mickey’s again at the same time.
Mickey greedily took Ian into his mouth and moaned as he felt Ian suck him faster. Ian lost all sense of teasing once his cock was down Mickey’s throat. Mickey was getting close already.
Mickey started to tense up and let out a loud, muffled moan. His whole body spasmed as he came down Ian’s throat. Ian didn’t let him up for air. He held Mickey down and fucked his mouth as he sucked him through his orgasm.
Once Mickey was totally spent, Ian finally pulled out and Mickey gasped for air, his body still shaking slightly. He barely had time to come down from his orgasm when Ian turned to face him, straddling his chest and shoving his cock back in his mouth.
Ian took Mickey’s head in his hands and started giving him the face fucking he knew he loved. Mickey looked up at him, obsessed with the feeling of Ian using his mouth to get off. It didn’t take long before Ian was gasping and coming down his throat, holding him there until he was finished.
Ian pulled out slowly and Mickey flicked his tongue over the head one more time, making Ian’s body jerk at how sensitive he was.
He flopped down on his back next to Mickey as they both caught their breath.
“Holy fuck,” Ian said, “I should sleep in more often if you’re gonna wake me up like that.”
Mickey laughed. “I think I need to recharge after that one, you sucked the life out of me.” He laid his head on Ian’s chest and let out a soft hum of comfort as Ian wrapped his arms around him. Ian kissed him on the top of his head and Mickey felt himself drifting off to sleep, thinking about Ian sucking something else out of him.
***
That night after dinner, Ian sprawled out on the couch with his head in Mickey’s lap. He technically didn’t need to eat, but he knew Mickey felt weird being the only one eating and it’s not like the food hurt him. It just didn’t taste the best. Totally worth it though to get to spend meal times together.
They were watching some dumb TV show Mickey liked, but Ian was more focused on the feeling of Mickey’s hands running through his hair. Man, that felt good. Mickey’s fingers stalled as he paid more attention to the TV. Ian moved his head around to remind him to keep going. He let out a relaxed sigh when Mickey dug his nails in harder and scratched up the back of his head. Mmm.
Mickey looked down at him and laughed. “God, you’re more like a puppy than a vampire with the head scratches and those little whimpers.”
“Vampires don’t whimper,” Ian said in his best serious voice.
“Pfft. Okay, tough guy,” Mickey teased.
Ian held a straight face for a second longer before he cracked and smiled up at Mickey.
“See? Puppy dog eyes,” Mickey said as he stroked a finger down Ian’s face before going back up to his hair.
Who would’ve thought they’d end up so domesticated? Making dinner together, cuddling on the couch, watching TV. Mickey barely gave him the time of day when they first met and now here they were. Ian grabbed his boyfriend’s hand and kissed it. He pressed it to his chest and held it there, closing his eyes and enjoying Mickey’s warmth. He didn’t have a heartbeat anymore, but Mickey’s touch made him feel more alive.
Another few minutes passed before he felt Mickey getting twitchy. He was fidgeting around and looked deep in thought. Ian waited to see if he was going to say what was on his mind, but of course he didn’t.
“Alright, what’s bugging you?” Ian asked.
Mickey jumped and snapped out of his thoughts. “Huh?”
“You’re thinking real hard there about something so spit it out before you hurt yourself.”
“Fuck off.”
Alright, then. He had all the patience in the world. He started tracing his fingers over the back of Mickey’s hand, closing his eyes again and relaxing into the couch.
“Well…” Mickey started. Yep, that didn’t take long at all. “About the biting thing.”
Ian let out a heavy sigh. “Seriously, Mickey? Why can’t you let it go?”
“I was thinking, what if we tried it when we weren’t fucking?”
“What?”
“You said it’s already hard to control during sex or whatever, so what if we tried the whole biting thing now? When you’re relaxed and you just had a blood bag at dinner. I’ll keep all my clothes on!”
Ian felt his body tense up. He definitely wasn’t relaxed anymore. “Why do you want me to feed on you so badly?”
Mickey bit his lip and broke eye contact, looking back at the TV. He looked kind of nervous now. Vulnerable.
“You’ve fed on other guys before, right?” Mickey finally asked.
“Yes…”
“While you were fucking?”
Ian sighed. “Yeah. That’s why I— I can’t do that with you.” Ian felt sick thinking about the last time he mixed feeding with pleasure. No fucking way he’s risking that with Mickey.
Mickey looked hurt now. “So you’ll do it with random guys at that shitty club you used to work at but not with me?”
“I don’t want to talk about the club.”
“See?!” Mickey yelled. “You won’t tell me anything! You won’t talk about the stupid fucking club or anything about you from before we met. Why should I explain anything to you then? I told you what I want, don’t be such a pussy.”
“Mick, I don’t want to hurt you! God, you have no fucking self-preservation.”
Mickey stood up and started pacing around the room, agitated and rubbing his eyebrow. “You’re not going to hurt me. I trust you. You haven’t hurt me once the whole time we’ve been together. I just—” Mickey stopped. Ian’s heart clenched at the hurt in Mickey’s eyes when he finally looked at him again. “It kills me that other guys got to have that with you and I can’t, okay? I don’t fucking like it.”
Ian stood up and grabbed Mickey’s shoulders, holding him still in his strong grasp. “Mickey…”
Ian reached up to touch his face and Mickey knocked his hand away. He looked up at Ian with narrowed eyes. “You don’t want to bite me? You’d rather suck a nasty ass blood bag than drink from me?”
Ian took his face in both hands and kissed him softly. Mickey kissed him back hard, smashing his lips into Ian’s and grabbing his shirt with clenched fists.
They broke the kiss as quickly as it started, both breathing heavily. Ian studied his boyfriend’s face. He brought his forehead down to rest on Mickey’s, loving how his eyes fluttered shut at Ian’s touch.
Ian kissed Mickey’s cheek and slowly made his way down his jaw and to his neck. He ran his nose over the sensitive skin there and buried his face in, inhaling deeply. He shivered at Mickey’s scent.
“You have no idea how fucking badly I want it,” he whispered against Mickey’s skin. “How often I think about it,” he trailed off, kissing his neck softly. “Your neck. Your blood.” He gently sucked on the spot where Mickey’s shoulder met his neck.
“Then bite me,” Mickey whispered. His skin was flushed from his cheeks to his ears and down his neck. He was panting under Ian’s touch. Ian groaned at how desperate and needy he sounded. God, he was making it really fucking hard to control himself.
Ian made his way to the other side of Mickey’s neck, kissing and teasing. His fangs ached, desperate for just one taste. His body shook slightly, hardly able to control himself as he let his fangs glide across Mickey’s skin.
“I don’t want you to look at me differently,” Ian confessed. What he said before about being scared to hurt Mickey was true, but it had been years since he lost control while feeding. The part that terrified him the most was showing Mickey that side of him. He knew what it felt like to be looked at like a monster. He couldn’t bear the thought of Mickey looking at him like that.
“I won’t,” Mickey said softly as he wrapped his arms around Ian, pulling them closer together.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Ian asked.
“Yes,” Mickey moaned. “Fuck yes.”
Ian could hear how fast Mickey’s heart was beating. He let his fangs brush over Mickey’s neck again, but he didn’t pull away this time. He sunk them in slowly. He felt Mickey tense briefly at the pain and then moan as the pleasure from his venom hit. Ian let out an embarrassing sound when he got his first taste of Mickey’s blood, something between a growl and a deep moan.
Fuck, he tasted amazing. Like he was made for him.
Mickey moaned and tilted his head even farther, giving Ian easier access. Ian took long drags from Mickey’s neck, closing his eyes to savor every moment. Mickey was already hard and grinding into him. Ian couldn’t think straight, lost in the taste of Mickey. He was so fucking addicting. How was he supposed to go back to blood bags after this?
Mickey’s hands were all over Ian, pulling him closer like he just couldn’t get enough. “Ian,” he moaned. “Feels… so good.”
Ian gripped Mickey’s hair, holding his head back. He felt such a rush, almost like he was high. When was the last time he fed on a human? When was the last time he fed on someone who tasted so fucking good? Probably never.
It was euphoric.
Ian struggled to remember why he had waited so long to do this. Of course Mickey would like it. He loved it when Ian took control. When he was completely at his mercy. He even liked a little pain sometimes.
“Ian,” Mickey said so quietly that Ian could barely hear him over the blood lust. God, he tasted even better than he smelled. “Ian,” he said a little louder this time. Mickey sagged against him, barely holding himself up anymore.
Ian snapped out of it and pulled back. Mickey looked dazed and dizzy. Ian licked the small puncture wounds shut and gently sucked on the skin there. Mickey shivered. Ian rested his head on Mickey’s shoulder and held him close.
“Fuck,” Ian whispered. “Fuck!” He was starting to panic now. “Did I hurt you?”
Mickey took Ian’s face into his hands and looked up at him. “You didn’t hurt me,” he said in a low, sexy voice. He didn’t look hurt at all. He actually looked pretty fucking smug now that the high feeling of the venom was fading away.
They sat on the couch, both still coming down from the intensity.
“Holy shit,” Mickey laughed. “I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, you going all vampire on me. Looking at me like you wanted to eat me. I must taste fucking amazing.” He raised his eyebrows and smirked.
Ian laughed, relieved that Mickey really was okay. “Getting cocky now, Milkovich? You tasted alright.”
“Mmhm, like the finest top-shelf whiskey.”
“More like… a sweet little cupcake,” Ian teased, kissing Mickey on the cheek.
“A cupcake?! Fuck you, Gallagher,” Mickey said as he jumped on Ian, wrestling around and trying to pin him down. He groaned when Mickey ended up on his lap, straddling him. They were both still hard and desperate to come.
Ian grabbed Mickey’s ass and pulled him tight against him. He leaned up to kiss Mickey, trying to make him forget he was supposed to be mad. Mickey sank into the kiss and deepened it, grinding on Ian.
“You gotta fuck me now, Gallagher, I can’t take it anymore.”
Ian laughed. “Oh no, I’m taking my time with you tonight.” He kissed Mickey slowly. “I have all the fucking patience in the world now that I’ve fed.” He slid his hands down the back of Mickey’s pants and gripped his ass, spreading his cheeks apart. “And you tasted fucking delicious,” he whispered in Mickey’s ear as he teased his hole with the tip of his finger.
Mickey was already moaning and desperate. “Need to feel you,” he gasped, ripping off his shirt and fumbling around to get Ian’s off too. They quickly undressed and Ian pulled Mickey back onto his lap.
He ran his hands over Mickey’s ass again as they kissed roughly. He brought one of his fingers up to Mickey’s mouth. “Suck. Get it nice and wet.”
Mickey groaned and sucked Ian’s finger into his mouth. When it was wet enough, Ian reached back and started teasing his hole again. He pushed the tip of his finger in, slowly moving in and out. Mickey rocked back against Ian, desperate for more.
Ian kissed all over Mickey’s chest and neck as he fingered him slowly. He was going to keep that promise of taking his time. Mickey leaned his head down to rest on the back of the couch and Ian held him close. He kissed and sucked on his neck.
“Come on,” Mickey complained, “Just fuck me already.”
Ian laughed. “Say please.”
“Fuck off.”
Ian added a second finger and Mickey let out a loud moan. He was grinding back onto Ian, pushing his fingers in deeper.
“Mmm, feels good doesn’t it? Look at you, so needy for just two fingers,” Ian teased. He reached between them and grabbed Mickey’s cock, slowly rubbing the precum around the head with his thumb. “You’re dripping for me, Mickey.”
Ian started stroking him at the same slow pace he was fingering him with. He could tell by the sounds Mickey was making that he was hitting that sweet spot inside him. God, he’d never get tired of making his boyfriend feel good.
“Ian, I need to feel you,” Mickey whispered. He hesitated for a second. “Please.”
Ian finally took pity on him. He leaned over to grab the lube on the side table and covered himself with it, stroking slowly. He was so fucking hard and ready. Mickey sat up quickly and lined himself up. Ian felt the tip of his cock slowly sink inside. Mickey gasped and moaned, pausing for a second to get used to the feeling.
Fuck, that felt good. But Ian wasn’t done teasing him yet. He grabbed the back of Mickey’s thighs and held him up, not letting him go any deeper. Mickey tried to push himself down onto Ian’s cock, but Ian was stronger.
“What the fuck?!” Mickey yelled in frustration.
“I’m not done teasing you yet,” Ian smirked. He let Mickey sink down just a little bit, then pulled him back up again. He did this over and over, never letting Mickey have more than an inch or two.
Mickey let out a desperate sound, almost a whine. He reached down to grab his cock, stroking himself hard and fast like he needed any sort of relief he could get. He was trying to bounce up and down but Ian was still in control.
“Don’t come yet,” Ian told him. Then, without warning, he pushed Mickey all the way down onto his cock. Jesus, that felt good.
“Fuck!” Mickey yelled and squeezed the head of his dick to stop himself from coming. He let go and started riding Ian, hard.
Ian groaned and looked up at Mickey. “That’s it. You feel so fucking good around my cock, baby.”
Mickey shoved his tongue in Ian’s mouth in a messy kiss. Ian couldn’t believe how good Mickey felt. Bouncing up and down on his cock, rocking back and forth, grinding his ass into him, chasing his pleasure. He could use Ian like this any fucking time he wanted.
Ian’s hands were everywhere now. Up Mickey’s back, gripping his neck, back down to his ass, holding his cheeks apart as he slid in and out. Mickey felt so tight around him as he fucked him hard, moaning like he couldn’t control himself. Ian was at just the right angle to hit his prostate over and over.
“Fuck, Ian, I— I’m gonna come,” Mickey gasped. He slammed down one more time and started frantically rocking back and forth, grinding into Ian. He moaned and shuddered as he started coming without even touching himself, spraying huge ropes all over Ian’s chest. Ian watched with wide eyes and licked his lips. That might be the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen.
Mickey’s ass clenched hard around Ian, sending him over the edge too. He buried his face in Mickey’s chest and held him tight as he came deep inside him, thrusting his hips up to ride the waves of pleasure.
Mickey collapsed into Ian, breathing heavily and still shaking slightly. Ian held him close, chest to chest, and slowly ran his hands up and down Mickey’s back. Ian’s dick was softening inside him but neither of them were ready to move yet. He could feel Mickey’s head resting on his and let out a happy sigh.
Ian kissed Mickey’s chest and made his way up to his neck, sucking gently on the spot where he bit him earlier. He wished he could still see the marks there. He wanted to claim Mickey as his. Hell, he’d wanted to do that for a long time.
Mickey still didn’t even know that vampires could claim a mate. Not that it mattered anyway since it couldn’t be a human. Ian was terrified that Mickey would want to be turned, and Ian would never curse him like that. He wouldn’t understand the gravity of giving up your entire life. Of literally dying and becoming a monster.
Ian had decided early on in their relationship to keep as much of the vampire world separate from Mickey as he could. Especially because Mickey treated the whole thing like a joke. Like it was all fun and games. He had never met another vampire besides Ian, he didn’t understand how horrific this life could be. Ian’s only option was to keep as much information from him as he could, even if it caused some arguments. It was better than putting him in danger.
Ian closed his eyes and tried to bring himself back into the moment, enjoying the warmth and weight of his boyfriend’s body on him.
“That was amazing, Mickey,” Ian whispered, gently massaging his back.
Mickey leaned back and gave Ian a huge grin. “I’m so happy you finally bit me.”
Ian couldn’t help but smile back at the dopey look on Mickey’s face. “Me too.” He looked down at the mess between them and laughed. “We should probably get cleaned up.”
“Shower with me?” Mickey asked as Ian helped him stand. “You can wash me down real good,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.
Ian laughed and slapped Mickey’s ass.
“Anything for you, cupcake.”