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The house is silent. A certain kind of stillness has befallen upon it and Mickey shivers, goosebumps making way on his skin. He looks around, some kind of feeling about looking for something nagging the back of his mind. Confusion and unease wash over him in waves as he starts checking every room in the house, dread coiling in his stomach. He expects to see the thing he’s looking for yet it stays undiscovered. It makes him feel a bit annoyed and soon he stops searching, sitting on the couch instead. It’s old and smells funny, like spilled bear and sperm but there is another smell there, one that he has never scented. It’s metallic and strong, making his insides churn and his nose scrunch. 

It smells like blood. 

He quickly leaps off the couch, breathing heavily and notices that there is a huge puddle of blood on the floor and he has stepped in it.

”Shit” he curses and hears a faint laugh, making him freeze in fear. 

Very slowly, he turns around and is met with air but there is this electrifying feeling as if he is being watched and hunted. His skin prickles with it and his hands start shaking just in time with the sudden appearance of something or someone behind him. 

“Mickey” the thing whispers and Mickey exhales in something akin to relief, realising this is what he has been looking for.

”Ian?”

A cold hand touches his nape and he shudders but soon relaxes into the touch, comforted that it’s Ian. The hand encloses around the back of his neck and squeezes ever so gently while a second hand sneaks around his front and pulls him towards a strong chest. A chest that is familiar and hard, cold and…

Wet…?

Mickey tries to turn around and Ian let’s him, easing his hold and letting him rake his eyes over him in what shortly turns into horror and panic. 

“You’re bleeding! Ian?! What happened?” Mickey screams and puts his hands onto Ian’s skin but they pass through flesh and bone and he almost buries himself inside Ian, through the gaping hole in his chest. 

He pulls back with a choked gasp but Ian is smiling widely at him and doesn’t look disturbed at all. If anything, he’s happy and at ease.

”What’s wrong?” he asks innocently and Mickey mutely points at the blood dripping from him while trying to wrap his head around the whole thing. 

“Oh, this? Don’t worry about it.” Ian says and laughs at Mickey’s expression.

”Don’t worry about it?” he manages to rasp, nausea turning his stomach into lead. “You’re fucking… you’re… I-“

Ian shushes him by putting a finger on his lips and continues smiling. Mickey starts feeling a weird sense of comfort and  calmness. His body relaxes and his eyelids droop but not before he sees how Ian’s smile keeps growing and growing until his whole face is one big maw, filled with teeth that opens widely and consumes him. 

He. Is. Dead. 

Mickey wakes up with a gasp, his heart beating erratically and a sense of urgency almost knocking him off the bed. He looks around, trying and failing to locate Ian, and then, remembering his nightmare, he leaps off the bed and yells:

”Ian!”

He stumbles around, eyes jumping wildly until he sees a red head poking behind the couch. He exhales a shuddering breath and suddenly feels pissed at Ian for not answering him.

”What the fuck, asshole? Did you not hear me yelling my fucking head off calling you? Or you just decided to ignore it?” he rounds the couch with a scowl on his face but soon it turns into a concerned expression because Ian was, in fact, awake but seemingly somewhere far away if his stuporous stare was anything to go by. 

“Ian?” Mickey murmurs and places his palm on Ian’s cheek which apparently sparks something in him because he blinks rapidly and looks up at Mickey with a confused smile. 

“Sorry, was spaced out.” He chuckles and nuzzles into Mickey’s palm, sighing quietly.

”It’s okay.” Mickey tries smiling at him but something was troubling his mind and he kept seeing this disturbing image of Ian with his chest torn and grotesque grin. 

That’s right. The nightmare.

”I just… I was looking for you and got kinda worried. You didn’t say anything when I called your name.” he shrugs helplessly and cradles Ian’s face in both hands, kissing his forehead.

”Didn’t hear you. Sorry.” Ian clasps Mickey’s wrists and squeezes them in a reassuring manner, then stands up and goes to the kitchen. 

“I’m gonna make us something to eat.” 

Ian was starting to worry Mickey a little. His moments of “spacing out” were getting more frequent and Mickey’s own gory nightmares were becoming bloodier than the last, always ending up with Ian “consuming” him one way or the other.

It was disturbing, to say the least. 

But he preferred to ignore all of this none-sense and focus on his boyfriend instead. 

Like now, for example. 

They were laying on their bed, in the middle of a very heated make out session with Ian getting increasingly more aggressive until he bites Mickey’s lip and starts sucking on the wound, making satisfied noises. Mickey gasps in both pleasure and pain but ultimately stays put and let Ian soothe the bite with his tongue. 

“Sorry” his boyfriend whispers, their breath mingling and eyes almost crossing in their strain to look at each other. “You’re just so… tasty”

Mickey huffs a laugh and grabs an unsuspecting Ian around the waist, pulling him flush towards his chest. 

“Yeah, but you’re tastier” he grins and feels Ian laughing in his hold.

”Your dirty talk needs some work” Ian teases and sticks out his tongue which Mickey gladly sucks on. 

“Lemme taste you” he murmurs and slides his hands down Ian’s body until he reaches his ass and starts massaging it. 

Instead of replying, Ian pulls away and strips all of his remaining clothes which are a pair of sweatpants with no underwear, and turns around, straddling Mickey’s chest.

”Fuck, yeah” Mickey moans, immediately clocking where this is going and grabs Ian’s hips, forcefully bringing his ass and cunt right above his face and lowering him until Ian sits right where he belong.

On his face.

A throne fit for a king. 

Mickey wastes no time in opening his mouth and sucking on Ian’s clit, enjoying his moans and pants and massaging his thighs to ease the strain. 

If there was one.

He licks a stripe from Ian’s clit to his asshole and then back to his pussy where he begins eating him out in earnest, flicking his tongue, sucking and pushing it in and out. He abandons Ian’s skin in favor of slicking up two fingers with saliva and Ian’s juices and carefully thrusts them in his cunt. Almost immediately he finds Ian’s G-spot and starts putting pressure on it while simulating his clit. 

Ian’s hips start moving almost on their own, grinding against his face in the most filthy way and Mickey groans, extremely turned on and going crazy with the desire to make Ian come. 

“Fuck” he hears a choked off curse and doubles his efforts.

His jaw is starting to hurt and his neck feels stiff but he ignores all of that in favor of abusing his boyfriend’s pleasure point and eat out his asshole. After a few minutes of this, he feels Ian’s thighs begin to tremble around his head and moans get louder and more…

More…

Aggressive?

Just when Ian is about to come, a sound that is more a growl than anything else leaves his throat and he squirts all over Mickey’s face who is stuck between feeling elated and weirded out. 

He chooses to focus on being aroused and closes his eyes, lapping up Ian’s squirt until he is overstimulated and collapses on top of him, his glistening and wet cunt right in front of Mickey’s face. 

“Jesus” Ian breathes out and one of his hands traces the outline of Mickey’s dick that is about to burst through the fabric of his boxers. 

Mickey thrusts his hips up and groans which rewards him with Ian steadily massaging his hard-on and balls. 

“Ian…” he pants and stares at Ian’s pink pussy and is suddenly filled with the almost violent urge to fuck him until he fills him with his come and the let Ian fuck him and then bite him and mark him with blood. 

He shakes his head through the fog of pleasure and animalistic desires and puts his thumb near the entrance of Ian’s cunt, moving it in circles. 

“I’m gonna ride you” Ian suddenly announces and Mickey almost fucking claps in joy and let’s his boyfriend turn around and remove his boxers. “And then I’m gonna fuck you” he continues and Mickey bites his lip, hard, and feels the metallic taste of blood.

He can’t focus on that though because Ian wastes no time in lowering himself on his cock, humming in satisfaction.

His rhythm is ruthless. Mickey is hanging on for dear life as Ian starts bouncing on his dick in earnest, moaning and cursing, filling the room with the smell of sweat and come.

”I’m going to fucking ruin you” he spits through gritted teeth and looks Mickey dead in the eyes, leaving him speechless and unable to think about anything outside of the creaking of their bed.

”I wanna squirt all over you cock” he pants and laughs when Mickey’s dick jumps as if on command inside of him. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? To mark you with my come. I want that too. I want to… want to cover you in it.”

Mickey doesn’t even know what to say to that so instead he plants his feet firmly onto the mattress and meets Ian thrust for thrust. 

“Fuck” Ian almost yells and then grins, his eyes dark and hungry. “Yeah, give it to me. Fuck me, Mickey. Fuck me hard, like you mean it. Use that thick cock of yours to use me and make me come.” 

Mickey’s eyes roll to the back of his head and his orgasm takes him by surprise, pleasure filling his whole bloodstream. Distantly, he feels Ian moan on top of him, milking him of anything he has while he chases his own peak. 

Mickey helps him by thumbing at his clit and soon Ian makes this strangled noise in the back of his throat and squirts for a second time, wetting the sheets and Mickey’s pelvis. He collapses on top of him again and shakes in the aftershock. 

Mickey hugs him close and traces the bumps of his spine, content and happy. The dreams all but forgotten.

He is in the house again. This time, the whole floor is covered in blood. It’s fresh and crimson red, filling the air with its typical smell. Mickey walks through it, looking for the one thing he always comes here for. 

Ian is in the bedroom, naked. There is light coming from an unknown source and it makes Ian’s skin glow, perfect and beautiful and unharmed. He is laying on the bed on his back, stretching his body and smiling coyly at Mickey. 

He knows that smile. It’s dangerous and deadly but he falls in its trap anyway.

Mickey sits on the edge of the bed, his hand sliding upwards Ian’s left thigh and reaching between his legs where he is already wet. 

“Hmmm” Mickey hums and cups his pussy, rubbing the back his palm teasingly over his clit. 

Ian makes a sound akin to a purr and his smile grows until the familiar teeth start growing and his irises become two slits. He holds Mickey’s wrist and yanks him towards him with a strength that is unnatural for a human.

If he is one, anyway. 

Mickey let’s himself be manhandled and the usual ball of fear and excitement starts rolling in his stomach, making him both sick and thrilled. 

Ian looms over him and his whole face is covered in blood except around his eyes that glow green like two little suns. 

”Suck” he commands and brings two fingers at the entrance of Mickey’s mouth who eagerly licks them, covering them in saliva. Ian waits patiently until he has decided it’s enough and pulls them out, kissing Mickey with bruising force while he traces his rim with teasing touches. 

“Ian…” Mickey whines between biting kisses and feels a sudden flood of blood inside his mouth and pain explode on his tongue. 

At the same time Ian shoves one finger up his asshole and Mickey moans, grabbing his shoulders and sinking his nails until he breaks the skin and Ian hisses with pleasure and bites at his neck. 

Both of them get lost in each other and soon are covered in blood that drips from Ian’s mouth and chest and Mickey is writhing underneath him, getting his prostate abused. 

“Ian…” he pants, circling his neck and bringing his face close to his. “Ian… make me come. I want to… I want you to fuck me. Come in, come on, come… on”

He stills because Ian has stilled too and is looking at him with something wild and predatory, his teeth no longer white and tongue licking around his mouth like an animal that has feasted upon its prey. 

“Yes” is all the warning he gets before Ian opens his maw and devours him whole. 

Mickey is used to the dreams or at least their sexual nature. What he isn’t used to, however, is the ending. There is always blood and sex and Ian eating him or making him come and then tearing him apart. Literally. 

Mickey shakes his head and looks to his right, not particularly surprised when he doesn’t notice Ian in their bed. Ever since the dreams started Ian has been getting earlier and earlier and going out for a run and then coming back with a weird look on his face and no trace of sweat. 

Now though, at 4am, Mickey notices the bathroom light is on and signs in relief, feeling needy for his boyfriend’s touch. He gets up from the bed and goes to the bathroom, pushing the door and stopping in his tracks at what he sees. Ian’s back is to him but he is naked and covered in blood from head to toe. 

“Ian…” Mickey whisper-yells and steps back only to stumble and fall on his back, unable to stop staring at Ian who slowly turns around and looks at him with a smirk and wild eyes. 

“Yes, Mickey?” he asks in mock innocence and grins wider, stepping forward and leaving a trail of blood in his wake. 

“What… did you kill someone?” Mickey’s voice has taken a higher pitch and he almost cries out in panic when Ian squats and puts his wet palm in his cheek. 

“Now, why would I do that?” he chuckles and his stare becomes softer and calmer and Mickey feels the effect of its flowing through him almost immediately. 

“I… I don’t know” he admits and sighs when Ian kneels instead and holds his face in both of his hands. 

“Mickey” he says in a loving tone and Mickey unconsciously tries leaning towards him, reclining on his elbows and waiting with a berated breath. 

For what, he doesn’t know.

But it seems like Ian does. He brings his face closer to Mickey’s and kisses him slow, once, twice, three times and whispers in the space between them:

”I’m going to eat you whole”

”Please” Mickey begs, unable to do anything but give in to the need, the want for something carnal, possession and ownership making him choke and forget anything and everything else.

Ian smiles.

Ian kisses him and he tastes blood.