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31 December 2005 @ 01:03 pm
Prison Break FanFiction: Awakenings  
Author: HalfshellVenus
Category Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows (Slash)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Michael sees Lincoln through new eyes.

Author's Notes: Written for the fanfic100 challenge, where I have the slash pairing of Lincoln and Michael. This is for prompt #40, "Sight"
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Most mornings, Michael would wake Lincoln before he went to school. Sometimes his brother didn’t set the alarm, or just didn’t hear it when it went off, depending on the amount of haze surrounding him from the prior night’s influences. Lincoln had a job to get to, and it was what they lived on. Making sure Lincoln was up in time was the sole contribution Michael could make.

He’d learned not to knock and yell, after a few times when Lincoln never did come out of his room and had almost been late to work. Opening the door and talking to him was unreliable, unless Lincoln already happened to be awake.

Now Michael would go into the room and shake Lincoln over and over, calling his name as Lincoln’s eyes opened and consciousness dawned. He would sit down and talk with him for a few minutes, Lincoln rubbing his hands over his face and still yawning, and when the conversation moved beyond minimal words and Lincoln’s gaze was clear, Michael knew he was done.

It was a morning in June that Michael went in and found Lincoln partly awake, half uncovered to deal with the unending summer heat. Lincoln’s chest was bare, muscles smooth and strong and lifting slightly as he rested against the pillows. He looked at Michael lazily and heavy-lidded, lashes impossibly dark against his fair skin. At that moment, Michael knew what the phrase “bedroom eyes” meant. Those eyes were sultry, and their languid blinking spoke of secrets and allure and implied intimacy. Michael was speechless, taking in the unexpected beauty that was his brother, and when Lincoln spoke it was with that deep, feline growl that belonged to sex and promises and soon.

“Bring me some juice, Michael?” he was saying, and Michael found himself hard at just the sound of his own name. He shook himself, staggering out of the room, and brought Lincoln back a glass. Their fingers brushed as Lincoln took it from him, and Michael watched those eyes close as Lincoln drank and then slowly licked his lips, those Roman statue lips that Michael wanted to lick himself. He dropped awkwardly onto the bed, still staring, and Lincoln caught his arm in bewilderment.

“Something on your mind?” he asked, and the blush that flashed over Michael’s skin made the room seem all too warm. Lincoln’s fingers brushed over his wrist, stroking absently as Michael’s heart stopped and all the air left his lungs. His gaze was caught on Lincoln’s mouth, on the half-smile lifting the corners and the silky fullness to the middle.

Lincoln’s hand came around Michael’s neck, and he pulled him down, chest to chest and settled him in softly. “You know you can always talk to me, don’t you Michael?” he said so quietly and earnestly, and Michael almost laughed at the absurdity of it. But he couldn’t take his eyes off of Lincoln, and he was so close, so enthralled that he felt himself drawn in beyond his will. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Lincoln’s, gently and firmly, and caressed a little even as he felt a slight response in return.

Lincoln was breathless and confused, asking “Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”

But Michael shook his head. “Not so much talk, no,” he said, for what was there really to say? He kissed Lincoln again, stronger now, enveloping and teasing Lincoln’s lips with his mouth and tongue, and Lincoln’s arms came around him tighter, gripping and enfolding him so completely. When Lincoln’s mouth opened to him, Michael brought his hands up to Lincoln’s head, sliding his fingers through the thick, satin hair and tonguing into his brother with inspired skill. Lincoln’s moan traveled straight to Michael’s groin, and he moved up onto him, straddling Lincoln and stroking that glorious, naked chest. He felt as if every part of him wanted to merge with Lincoln, to absorb him and be completed by him. But just moments after he started to thrust against Lincoln’s hip his brother’s hands came around his waist and stilled him, Lincoln’s mouth pulling back regretfully even as his eyes were black with arousal.

“I… think we’re getting carried away,” Lincoln said softly. He stroked Michael’s hip ruefully, while the other hand was already gently pushing him back. “This isn’t a good idea, and I should have put a stop to it from the beginning. I’m really sorry I let it get this far.”

Lincoln’s embarrassment flooded the room, and Michael felt his heart twist inside his chest. He could have kicked himself for even starting this, but Lincoln had been so enticing, so irresistible. Michael bit his lip, unable to even look at Lincoln for the pain it would cause him, and he stumbled out an apology that did nothing to dispel the guilt in his brother’s eyes.

“I’ve got to get to work,” Lincoln said awkwardly, and Michael backed up and out of the room, his last glimpse of Lincoln filled with wanting and torment and the image of his brother’s aroused beauty that would be forever burned into his memory.

Michael rocked himself on the bed behind his locked door, arms around his knees and eyes staring vacantly at the fractured paint on the wall. When he heard the shower door slam, he pulled himself up automatically and made his way shaking out to the bus stop.

That evening when he went to bed, there was something on his pillow. He’d hoped for a note, for understanding, something to smooth all the missteps between them.

Instead, he found the electric alarm clock and a list of instructions from Lincoln. There was no apology, no lecture, and none of the kindness Michael needed. And worst of all, the message was clear.

Lincoln’s door, and that opportunity, would remain closed.

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jamiepbfan on January 1st, 2006 04:17 am (UTC)
Great story, i really enjoyed it. i think your portrayed Michael and Lincoln excellently. I can easily see Lincoln giving Michael the alarm clock rather than yell or have a big deep discussion with him. Linc strikes me as the type where less words is the best.
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: bunnies 3 bunnies watching youthelana on January 1st, 2006 04:55 pm (UTC)
Ah nowadays I'm always taking a lot of time reading and then reviewing your Michael/Linc stories. Gotta savour them.

I love the end line.

I love the whole set up of the situation in the beginning with the different ways Linc does not want to get up in the morning.

I'm such a sucker for good voice descriptions. I really like reading different scenarios of when and how it could have started out.

Michael rocked himself on the bed behind his locked door, arms around his knees and eyes staring vacantly at the fractured paint on the wall.

Awww *hugs Michael*.

I don't think I really get the electric alarm clock in the end. Like I get what it means, but it's like my brain keeps telling me that it should also be useful. And it's not like it can be for Michael, since Michael has no problems getting up. And if it's for Linc they are just back at the beginning of the story, and the problem of how to get Linc up in the morning is still unsolved.

Also: LincPOV! Preferably in the shower! ;p (sorry, gotta try ;D)

It's so strange to see Michael thinking about Linc's beauty. I guess because I always pictured it being first and foremost about being into Linc's strenght and his protectiveness and that everything else would come far behind. Then again, we know that as an architect Michael is very drawn to beauty and shapes and sculpture. You know I always like to have a different take on the characters to wrap my mind around. Makes me wonder what Michael thinks about his own beauty (if he can appreciate beauty in other people I mean).
(no subject) - halfshellvenus on January 1st, 2006 07:26 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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tyrical: Alazysod_pb_Scofieldtyrical on January 1st, 2006 05:59 pm (UTC)
Hmmm.

I could hear Lincoln in this piece which says something seeing as the story wasn't in his voice. Oh nothing like knowing what it would be like and then knowing you'll never have what you want to make you really feel the ache of heartbreak.

This was my first introduction to your work. I like. Can't wait to read more.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 1st, 2006 07:27 pm (UTC)
I could hear Lincoln in this piece which says something seeing as the story wasn't in his voice.

Wow. That is a great compliment. Thank you!

This was my first introduction to your work. I like. Can't wait to read more.

Hope you will! My LJ homepage has all my stuff, so you can read yourself into oblivion if you want!

Like the username, BTW.
(no subject) - tyrical on January 2nd, 2006 03:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Diellepseudoartiste on January 1st, 2006 08:56 pm (UTC)
*sigh* Poor Michael, he needs huggles! *prances off to do just that*

As always, love your stuff
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 1st, 2006 10:11 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

I see you show up as "Dielle" in the email version of comments. Lovely name :-)
BEWARE OF JENMAR.: PB - ...Oops?clex_monkie89 on January 1st, 2006 11:24 pm (UTC)
Ha! I just realized after talking to thelana for a while about reviewing fanfics that I completely forgot to review this one!

I would quote my favorite lines but I just realized that it's probably spamming to repost your entire fic in the comments. I love this to so very many different little pieces it's insane. I just don't even know where to begin. God I love this.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on January 2nd, 2006 12:29 am (UTC)
Whee! Incoherent love is also good.

Is it perhaps the way the fic, from Michael's POV, roves like your own eyes over the beauty and sexiness that is Lincoln? (I know you are a mutual Dominic Purcell fan). Because when I think of him in that bed, half-naked, with the rumbling voice and the sleepy eyes and touseled hair... Rowr!
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Zsuzsuness on January 2nd, 2006 10:36 am (UTC)
I really like this! I'm just getting into M/L (I've been too busy with T-Bag) And I like reading about their past and how it possibly started out for them. Not to mention that the scene on the bed was like WHOA. HOT. *loves*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on January 2nd, 2006 05:30 pm (UTC)
So glad you enjoyed it!

I think T-Bag is intriguing and fun, but for the sexy? I go with Lincoln and Michael. So pretty. So inter-tortured. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I have lots more. And it can get sexiuer than this :-)
(no subject) - zsuness on January 2nd, 2006 05:35 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Kim: brotherly lovemeadowlion on January 3rd, 2006 02:11 am (UTC)
You did a nice job exploring Michael's new feelings, and this scenario, particularly the ending, makes sense. That yields a good story, but I almost wish it made less sense, because the result is so bittersweet. The connection between them does keep drawing them together, though, one way or another.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on January 3rd, 2006 05:33 am (UTC)
The connection between them does keep drawing them together, though, one way or another.

I quite agree.

I'm exploring it from different angles, with this fanfic100 challenge, as an incentive to write more Lincoln/Michael slash. Have you checked out my LJ homepage? There's a PB slash section there, and there is a universe that starts with "Where It All Began" and "What Michael Wanted" that can go either into "The Arrangement" series (a more romantic angle), or "Rescue and Revelations" (less romantic, more teasing-like). And then the more recent additions are each their own universe.

So, 4 distinct flavors so far, and probably more to come :-)
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Are we back to hos over bros?lissa_bear on January 3rd, 2006 04:23 am (UTC)
Wow! And also, hot! And again, wow! I'm sorry, my brain is mush right now. This was...jeez...there I go with wanting to use the word wow again.
I loved your descriptions of Lincoln's lips...so beautiful.

I'm sorry that this is so incoherent.

Just know that I loved this!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 3rd, 2006 05:50 am (UTC)
Hee! I like it when my fic melts people's brains (in the sexy way, not the zombie way).

I loved your descriptions of Lincoln's lips...so beautiful.

Dominic Purcell's lips first struck me that way when he was in John Doe, and I can't get them out of my mind. Especially as both PB actors have incredible, but very different, lips. Went's are so lush and full, and yet the corners turn up when he smiles a little smile, in a way I've never seen before.

And Lincoln/Dominic's lower lip? I want to bite it.

Glad you liked this so much!
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on January 3rd, 2006 09:08 am (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed it! I was wondering when you'd show up (aren't you my quadruple-spam person when I finally post this to all my groups :-P).
B: aliensstrifechaos on January 6th, 2006 03:23 am (UTC)
Mmmm. Hot. Very hot.

Angsty ending though! Poor woobie. *glomps Michael*. Poor sweetie.

But very hot, I love his inner thoughts, you write them so fantastically.

And Lincoln's reaction is just so classical, very realistic. As disappointing as him putting and end to the scene, it was bound to happen. *pouts*

Looking forward to more of your M/L stories, I've become addicted! *grins* *glomps*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 6th, 2006 05:38 am (UTC)
And Lincoln's reaction is just so classical, very realistic. As disappointing as him putting and end to the scene, it was bound to happen. *pouts*

I know. At least he was disoriented enough not to stop things right away!

Looking forward to more of your M/L stories, I've become addicted!

Then you must read The Arrangement series, which I can tell you will love, following into Always (in progress). And for a more teasing flavor of Michael, try Rescue and Revelations.

Sounds like you're coming here from Fanfic100? My first! So those other series aren't linked there yet, although if I find a matching prompt in the table (maybe Writer's Choice) I'll put them up. Meanwhile, everything's on my LJ homepage.

Enjoy! Glad you stumbled in!
la_folle_allure on February 6th, 2006 03:46 pm (UTC)
Mmmm.... wow sweetie. That kiss was just so *fans self* Seriously, when did brothers get so hot?

Carried away.... oh silly child, there's no such thing as carried away! Especially with YOU writing :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on February 6th, 2006 04:32 pm (UTC)
Ah, glad you caught up with this one. :-D

And the hotness made it through! Yay :-)

I like Wentworth, but I must admit that Lincoln just... Rawr. And I don't even usually go for beefy men, but still--- too sexy.

Thanks for stopping by :-) I've missed you... (stupid RL busy-ness. Heh.)
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search for jet pants: taste my tearsjetpants on March 11th, 2006 09:42 pm (UTC)
Meep. So sad, but I love it. I love the sort of moment-of-realisation in these 'cest fics, and the ways it's dealt with. And, it's a sort of "ouch" moment, but Lincoln is definitely the action-not-words type so the alarm clock and no explanation seems, unfortuntely, perfect. Plus, I think I'm a sucker for super angsty!Michael. Boy does it so well ;p
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on March 11th, 2006 11:07 pm (UTC)
And, it's a sort of "ouch" moment, but Lincoln is definitely the action-not-words type so the alarm clock and no explanation seems, unfortuntely, perfect.
It's perfectly IMperfect, you could say, because it is just SO Lincoln and doesn't really fully address the problem. I can so easily see him side-stepping as his method of dealing with this.

Plus, I think I'm a sucker for super angsty!Michael. Boy does it so well ;p
:D I think most of the PB fans would be in total agreement there.
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 19th, 2006 07:19 am (UTC)
This is soooo bittersweet. To have what he needs be within reach - and to have a delicious *taste* of it - only for it to be snatched away with such finality! Poor Michael.
God, but isn't that taste so tempting? Like you'd want it for yourself?

And what a #%$&!*@ coward Lincoln is; I *hate* him in this fic. Guess that's a backhanded compliment/testament to your writing skills, huh?
Heh:) I guess it is. He's frustrating here, but you can imagine so much of him being ruled by his libido, which is how this gets off the ground in the first place before his sense outrides his enjoyment of the whole moment. And as someone trying to be the good big brother, you have to admit that he did the "right" thing here. Though how we wish he hadn't...

Is there any way I can convince you to write a more uplifting and rewarding - for Michael as well as your readers - sequel?
This one really is meant as a standalone (although I've thought that before), but there are many others in my Lincoln/Michael slash collection where Michael DOES get the guy. Keep on plowing through, you will know them when you find them. ;)

Loved the variety of your list. Chocolate/NBA basketball so tempting. Vodka no, and so not a shoe h0r, since I can barely tolerate anything outside of flats and running shoes! But I know they speak to many women...

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ivy_x3 on July 22nd, 2006 03:49 am (UTC)
NO! you can NOT end your story like this!!! no.

throw the alarm clock at the door Michael, throw the alarm clock!

anyhow, this is HOT! nice description of Lincoln. oh i could just picture those muscles!!

i love that from the beginning, Lincoln sort of started the whole thing with this sexy "michael" and juice yet it has to be Lincoln who stops it. Poor Mikey, being pulled back and forth between Lincoln's wants.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on August 5th, 2006 07:22 am (UTC)
anyhow, this is HOT! nice description of Lincoln. oh i could just picture those muscles!!
thelana says that she was puzzled (!) by this, until she realized that I am more attracted to Lincoln than to Michael (it must have been the p0rny description of Lincoln that gave me away).

yet it has to be Lincoln who stops it. Poor Mikey, being pulled back and forth between Lincoln's wants.
It's all Michael getting drawn in before he knows it, and Lincoln going "Mmmm, yeah, MMMMMmmmm... oh-oh, wait a minute. I'm supposed to be theh grown-up here." You know it had to happen, even though we and Michael would with otherwise. ;)
etherealflaimetherealflaim on February 7th, 2008 05:42 am (UTC)
*heart breaks*

Picturing Lincoln on the bed was both really hot and really natural... I want a better word than natural to mean that it flowed and just happened, but the word refuses to leave the tip of my tongue. The torment at seeing his brother like that was also palpable, and whereas Lincoln was tired from sleep and thus vulnerable, I think Michael was exhausted from having to observe his brother's beauty and love him from afar for so long... thus his susceptibility.

Picturing Michael sitting on his bed in a fetal ball was heartbreaking, and made me want to reach into the story and comfort him. I can feel his pain, and I know from experience the all-encompassing fear that you have forever changed your relationship with someone--and the fear that they will avoid any and all physical contact with you.

After reading and thinking about the ending, it settled a lot better with me, but initially I could honestly not figure out why Lincoln would have given Michael the alarm... to be honest, I finally ended up assuming that he had bought a matching pair, one for each of them, so that neither of them could need to be tempted (or have the opportunity) to approach his brother without the full inhibition that comes with lucidity.
~EF