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03 January 2006 @ 03:18 pm
PrisonBreak FanFiction: Always, Chapter 2: Discovery  
Author: HalfshellVenus
Category: Lincoln/Michael Incest/slash.
Rating: R (for subject matter)
Spoilers: Episodes 7-9
Warnings: Incest and slash. DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU.
Disclaimers: I don’t own “Prison Break” or any of its characters. However, I do know a good thing when I see it. Mmmm…

Chapter 1 (previously Chapter 10 of "The Arrangement," Chapter 1 now begins this follow-on series)

Summary: The brothers’ secret no longer belongs to them.

x-x-x-x-x Chapter 2: Discovery x-x-x-x-x

The next morning, part of the P.I. team got held up on the way to the Break shed. Lincoln and Michael slipped in first, moving quickly around the corner away from the door and kissing and rubbing up against each other like hormone-charged teenagers.

God, now that Michael had had a taste of this he wanted it so badly, nearly every waking minute it seemed, and he groaned with the glorious relief of being able to touch Lincoln at last, run his hands over him and feel that answering hardness pressing into his leg. The rasp of Lincoln’s chin against his face during their kissing was rough and erotic, and the sheer amount of raw, sexual strength between them made it hard to stay inside his own skin. He felt jittery, vibrating with need, and he could barely hold still. His hand slid down, unzipping Lincoln’s fly and pulling on him, and the deep-seated moans tumbling out of his brother were about to undo him. He felt wisdom and willpower slipping away, and he was on the verge of sinking to his knees when the door opened.

“Well, now,” T-Bag said, cordial and all too pleased. “Don’t mind me at all, boys. No reason to stop on my account.”

Lincoln bumped his head back against the wall and released a noise of deep frustration. Fuck, he thought. He was frustrated, achingly hard, and now this.

“I’ll be happy to keep watch on the door for you, long as I can get a little look-see.”

Michael looked at Lincoln in horror. Oh my God. NO! But Lincoln’s little smile his way reassured him.

“You know, I’ve been in prison long enough that I might be almost shameless enough to consider that,” Lincoln said. His eyes narrowed. “But not quite.”

“Really. You don’t say?” T-Bag leaned against the door, regarding the two of them. “Seems to me I might have heard something not long ago about the two of you being acquainted on the outside. Very well acquainted, you might say. In a familial way.” His smile was calculating, and there was a clear challenge behind it.

“Listen, you crazy-ass baby-fucker,” Lincoln said, stepping into T-Bag’s face. “I don’t care what you heard or where you heard it, but let’s just say that a man in your position shouldn’t be passing judgment on anyone.”

“Such language,” T-Bag said. “There’s no call at-all to be getting so rude, now. I merely convey what others have said." T-Bag rolled his neck casually, as if he had all the time in the world. "Rumors abound in a place like this, boys. There’s no telling where they start, or where--” he looked at Lincoln meaningfully, “they might end up.”

Lincoln’s fist drew back lightning-fast, but then the door nearly knocked T-Bag over as the rest of the P.I. team burst into the room.

“We interrupting something interesting?” Abruzzi drawled. “Anything we can help you with?”

T-Bag’s eyes shifted over to him, and back again. “We were just resolving a little misunderstanding about… boundaries,” he said. He graced Michael with a cold smile, and his eyes slid over to take in Sucre, standing just a few feet away.

Oh, Crap, Michael thought. He could see an uncomfortable discussion on the horizon, and felt the clouds lifting his small heaven begin to weaken.

****************

“Man, that is seriously fucked up.”

Michael and Sucre were back in their cell, and Michael had decided to take the bull by the horns. He might as well let the air out of T-Bag's newest blackmail scheme before it had a chance to get started.

“So the other day, when you were in here together… Madre de Dios,” Sucre groaned. “Banging other guys is bad enough, but your brother? Shit.” He paced the cell, too many images in his head and too many ideas that he really wished had never cropped up.

“How long you been feeling that way about him?” He shouldn’t ask, but he just didn’t get it.

Michael sighed, and stared off at the wall. “A long time. Maybe since I was 12 or 13, even. Long before I even knew what I was feeling, what it meant when you thought about someone that way.”

“But your brother? Man, how can you even think about it?”

Michael smiled wryly. He had no real logic for this himself. “It’s not like I think it’s a great idea either,” he said. “If I could choose, I wouldn’t be in this mess. Because there’s no part of this that’s easy or explainable.” He looked at Sucre, willing him to understand. “Now that you’re here, inside, and Hector’s putting the moves on Maricruz… could you just stop loving her?”

“What? Fuck, no. Mami’s everything to me. I’ll never give her up to that maricon!” He looked at Michael, suddenly embarrassed. “Sorry, man.”

The insult had skipped right over Michael’s head, so he moved on. “But wouldn’t it be more convenient for you to just stop loving her? If you could?”

This philosophical shit that Scofield got into was a fucking pain, but Sucre tried to go along with it. “I wouldn’t want to stop loving her.”

“But could you?” Michael stressed.

“Hell, no. Maricruz is my world. I wouldn’t be me anymore without her. I wouldn’t want to be me.”

Michael’s face was as sad and sincere as Sucre had ever seen it. “Then that’s pretty much your answer. That’s exactly how I feel about Lincoln. I can’t stop feeling it, even though I’ve tried, and there is no ‘me’ without Lincoln. Without him, I’m just some other guy that gets out of bed and goes to work and comes home at the end of the day, and there’s nothing really alive inside that guy at all. He could be a robot, or dead, and no-one would ever even notice.”

Sucre felt something hearing those words, like he knew deep down what they meant. He didn’t have to accept it, but he might understand it. At the same time, he was still uneasy and restless, because—“Damn, Fish, that is fucking depressing!” God, Scofield and his moods. Prison was bad enough without people bringing in that depressing shit to remind you.

Michael threw up his hands. “I know,” he said. “I didn’t say it was fun. But now you know.” He sat down on his bunk and pushed back against the wall, eyeing Sucre from there.

“Still wish I didn’t,” Sucre muttered, as he climbed up to his own bed. He flopped down and yanked the headphones on, looking for something snappy to get his mind off the whole conversation. Ahhhh. Salsa music. That was better.

************

The fire’s glow warmed the edges of Michael’s bedroom, light and shadows licking at the contours of Lincoln’s arms. They lay together, lost in each other’s eyes, the beginnings of anticipation flowing between them like a current. Michael’s hand ran along Lincoln’s arm, resting against the side of his face as he kissed him slowly, tenderly, feeling Lincoln lean into him in return.

Lincoln’s kiss was loving, increasingly urgent, and their hands slid down almost in unison, reaching and stroking the other to hardness. Michael wrapped his free arm around Lincoln, pulling him as close as possible while still allowing them to pleasure each other.

Their tongues moved in synergy with their hands, harder and faster, and then Lincoln groaned suddenly into Michael’s mouth. The warm rush of fluid over his stomach made Michael cry out, rocking into Lincoln hotly and coming all over their merged hands and bodies. He kissed Lincoln again, all of it so achingly good, and nuzzled into his neck happily. Cleaning up could wait. And it had so been worth it.

As the sensation of cold dampness grew, Michael’s eyes opened. It was only half-dark, here in his cell, and his clothes and sheets were sticking to him.

Coño!” he heard Sucre mutter up above him in irritation, and his cheeks burned with embarrassment knowing why Sucre was suddenly awake.

He flopped back down on his bunk with a sigh, both spent and frustrated.

He could have lived inside that dream. It had everything he ever wanted.

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(next chapter)



 
 
 
The Good, The Bad and The Lanathelana on January 3rd, 2006 11:20 pm (UTC)
I haven't read it yet, but damn, I so love the intro line :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on January 3rd, 2006 11:24 pm (UTC)
Heh! That means I picked a good "teaser."
(no subject) - thelana on January 3rd, 2006 11:25 pm (UTC) (Expand)
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: bitchsmackthelana on January 4th, 2006 12:02 am (UTC)
Ahhh, nothing like a nice dose of sugar before going to bed. (though part of me still wants you write an interesting fight/argument between them eventually, not an angsty one, but a hard hitting one about real issues)

Ok, did something in particular happen that the sibling thing made the rounds in prison? Which part do I have to re-read?

Michael, angsty damsel in distress, getting her honor defended ;D

Why do I bet that T-Bag really enjoyed that?

Sucre is the best cell mate ever. The things he has to endure! First Bellick pimping out his cell, then him becoming Michael's agony aunt and now these night activities ;D

I now want an icon that says "Ahhhhh! Salsa!" ;D

Parts confuse me. Might be because it's late at night.

“I wouldn’t want to stop loving her.”

“But could you?” Michael stressed.

“Hell, no.


So he wouldn't want to stop loving her, even if it was bad for him? Or it's like he wouldn't want to stop loving her, but that's good because he couldn't stop loving her anyway. No, wait, that's me not making any sense, not you :D

Without him, I’m just some other guy that gets out of bed and goes to work and comes home at the end of the day, and there’s nothing really alive inside that guy at all. He could be a robot, or dead, and no-one would ever even notice.”


LOL, stupid male pronouns. My late night sleep wanting brain was like "Whoa? There is a robot?" and connecting it to the without him at the beginning of the previous sentence.

Ahhhhh, so much sweetness.

I still wonder what the hell the two of them think they will be doing about LJ once they are out. Ah, poor puppies, probably still in denial about all that.

I'm such an angst!ho. Part of me wants Veronica to pay Linc a visit and say something about the case or about LJ that puts the fear of God back into Lincoln. (well not actually of God, but you know, metaphorical)

Wow, this was probably the most rambly non sequitur review I have ever written.

*eyes it suspciously*

Oh and yay for Linc calling T-Bag a baby-fucker. Somehow that amused me endlessly.

I so wanna know about all the things they would be calling him on the show if they didn't network rules :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on January 4th, 2006 12:20 am (UTC)
Ok, did something in particular happen that the sibling thing made the rounds in prison? Which part do I have to re-read?

Nothing in particular, but this implies that one of them let something slip to someone (like Dr. Sara) and word has gotten out. You just know T-Bag has one of the best grapevines going for gossip.

Haven't thought out the LJ thing much yet, because I didn't expect to have the show throw it in my face with the dead custodial parent issue! He is SO in the way of just everything I like about this show. Seriously.

Oh and yay for Linc calling T-Bag a baby-fucker. Somehow that amused me endlessly.

It's about time someone did! I think that particular epithet would be very popular regarding men like T-Bag.



(no subject) - thelana on January 4th, 2006 12:25 am (UTC) (Expand)
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(no subject) - thelana on January 4th, 2006 01:11 am (UTC) (Expand)
dragontatt: from painful claritydragontatt on January 4th, 2006 12:58 am (UTC)
Oh I'm so glad you back with this (new!) series. I just love all the
dirty!bad!wrong! brother-on-brother loving!!!

*Shhhh- don't tell no one*

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on January 4th, 2006 01:11 am (UTC)
*Shhhh- don't tell no one*

Damn that T-Bag!

I had to find a way to re-steer the series, especially with the show itself on hiatus (yeah, Fox-- thanks a lot :-(). thelana suggested splitting off right after what she calls the "porny" chapter, which was great-- that chapter was really conclusive in its feel.

So! Now that I've got another chapter, and a title, I can roooooooolll again.

Thanks for stopping by! I think you may have missed some of my other recent Lincoln/Michael porn fics. Check out my homepage...
Diellepseudoartiste on January 4th, 2006 08:28 am (UTC)
Yay! new chappie! *does a funky, spastic dance* Bloody brilliant mate, I was wondering if anyone would ever find out they were bros, and if they did how that would turn out. *sighs* Loving adorable Sucre right now too
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on January 4th, 2006 04:14 pm (UTC)
It seemed like it was time to merge my AU back into "reality."

The scenes with T-Bag and Sucre alone were worth it. I actually got a bigger kick out of writing Sucre in this one than T-Bag. Not inspired to do "introspective" Sucre, but dialogue? "Shit, man, that rocks!"

Yet, no-one has mentioned the sex. Which means the wacky dialogue must be making an impact!
Are we back to hos over bros?lissa_bear on January 4th, 2006 06:47 pm (UTC)
...I need to catch my breath, give me a second...

Ok. Wow.

I'm so excited that you're picking up where the Appointments left off! That was such a great series.

I loved so many things about this, but I think the part that hit the hardest was the Michael/Sucre conversation. The way Michael explains his love for his brother is SO beautiful! And you write Sucre really well.

I’ll never give her up to that maricone!” He looked at Michael, suddenly embarrassed. “Sorry, man.”
I loved this. Even being horrified by Michael's revelation, he's still worried about hurting his feelings.

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on January 4th, 2006 07:49 pm (UTC)
where the Appointments left off

Whoops! Hope you didn't wander in here by mistake! The Appointments is Bliss Ink's Michael/Sara/Lincoln series. I'm assuming that was just typo, right? Because you didn't die from the Brothercest :-)

I loved so many things about this, but I think the part that hit the hardest was the Michael/Sucre conversation. The way Michael explains his love for his brother is SO beautiful! And you write Sucre really well.

Thanks! That was my favorite part of this fic as well, getting into Sucre's mannerisms and style. Michael's explanation is mainly to keep Sucre from either blowing open their plan, or knifing him in his sleep, although he does like Sucre (who, really, is a pretty good guy). I can't believe thelana called him an Agony Aunt here. Thwap!

I loved this. Even being horrified by Michael's revelation, he's still worried about hurting his feelings.

Which is really just so Sucre. In that recent episode, where Lincoln had been put in Solitary right before his execution date, Sucre's sympathy for Michael was so genuine and touching. We don't know what his crimes are (I'm guessing something way below the manslaughter level), but really-- he is one of the most normal people inside Fox River.
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tyrical: PB_Alazysod_L_desperatetyrical on January 4th, 2006 06:54 pm (UTC)
The rasp of Lincoln’s chin against his face during their kissing was rough and erotic, and the sheer amount of raw, sexual strength between them made it hard to stay inside his own skin.

Oh man! How true is this! This imagery is so key.

He graced Michael with a cold smile, and his eyes slid over to take in Sucre, standing just a few feet away.

T-bag is so scarily cunning. With a heavy helping of sick. Cause you know he'll do it.

He graced Michael with a cold smile, and his eyes slid over to take in Sucre, standing just a few feet away.

So why did I think well then watch! Oh I think I may have said too much!

“Well, now,” T-Bag said, cordial and all too pleased. “Don’t mind me at all, boys. No reason to stop on my account.”

Poor Michael.

“But wouldn’t it be more convenient for you to just stop loving her? If you could?”

Just break my heart again.

He could have lived inside that dream. It had everything he ever wanted.


(Anonymous) on January 4th, 2006 07:13 pm (UTC)
I'm loving the series so far, great work!!
I think there is a typo. It's not "maricone", it's "maricón", and I really don't understand what "Coja eso!" means. I just thought of pointing that out
Hope it's not a problem.
;P
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 4th, 2006 07:42 pm (UTC)
I think there is a typo. It's not "maricone", it's "maricón", and I really don't understand what "Coja eso!" means. I just thought of pointing that out.

No, please do!

I had to research the Spanish, and must have slipped on the spelling of maricon, which I will now fix.

Unless you have better slang, "Coja eso!" was what BabelFish gave me for "Fuck it!" Even in slang, when you have a word that can be a noun and a verb, if you just translate the word across (assuming you get an answer!), did you get the right one?

You know, it's one thing to write these words when the characters are saying them, but when it's me, it makes me uncomfortable.
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jamiepbfan on January 4th, 2006 10:13 pm (UTC)
Oh Goodie,.......*** jumps up and down like a little kid on Christmas morning****** My favorite story is back. Im so glad to see you pick up Appointments. It was such an awesome story!! Great Job!!! Cant wait for the next update!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on January 5th, 2006 03:06 am (UTC)
Whee!

I really didn't mean for such a long hiatus, but my muses were writing a lot of other things, and then there were the holidays.

Just trying to figure out how to tap-dance until March :-)
dirtandweeds on January 5th, 2006 02:17 am (UTC)
:sigh:

Oh wellies, your story is good, and your feedback is a statement to that fact. *grins* Looooves it!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 5th, 2006 03:08 am (UTC)
*grins* Looooves it!

So glad to hear it!

It's not only nice to hear from longtime fans of this "Universe", but also from newer people who have discovered it.

Love the icon, BTW.
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dawnstarrisingdawnstarrising on February 12th, 2006 12:45 am (UTC)
This Is Torture!
I need to read more!

Wonderful as always. I have been through and read the whole series now and can't wait for it to continue.

Wonderful interaction between Michael and Lincoln. The relationship seems to make sense especially the view you've given Lincoln, that he hasn't been with anyone for so long and then to have someone who truly loves him there and touching him is very heartwarming (if you get what I mean, or does it sound weird?)

D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 12th, 2006 01:14 am (UTC)
Re: This Is Torture!
Wonderful as always. I have been through and read the whole series now and can't wait for it to continue.

Thank you! I will continue to write in this series, which should get easier when the show starts up again. But I've been writing SO MANY PrisonBreak and Supernatural stories that it's hard to keep on top of them all.

The relationship seems to make sense especially the view you've given Lincoln, that he hasn't been with anyone for so long and then to have someone who truly loves him there and touching him is very heartwarming (if you get what I mean, or does it sound weird?)

No, I understand what you mean. Prison is very isolating and lonely, and nearly any conversation has the potential for danger. To be in prison for years (6 total this time around, I think) and emotionally dying inside, only to have someone there who adores you and wants nothing more than to be with you-- not some twisted image of you, or because of mutual desperation-- it would be like throwing a life preserver to a drowning man.

The fact that it's someone Lincoln already loves, albeit not previously in this way, would seem like enormous good fortune.
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 19th, 2006 07:00 am (UTC)
Loved the exchange between Michael & Sucre. They both gained in the sharing.
Plus the humor part of writing Sucre was irresistible to me here. His style is just so funny sometimes.

And, honey, you write fantasy with a magic pen... lyrical, sexy and tender all wrapped into one nice little bundle. Excellent chapter.
Thank you so much! This is music to my ears... :D