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06 January 2006 @ 01:59 pm
PrisonBreak Fanfiction: Paradise  
Author: HalfshellVenus
Category: Michael/Lincoln (Slash)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest and Slash. Do not read if this offends you!
Summary: Post-Escape, established relationship. Stealing bliss and hoping to keep it.

Author’s Notes: Written for the fanfic100 challenge, where I have the slash pairing of Lincoln/Michael. This is for prompt #12, “Orange.”

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Michael can see the ocean’s waves through the kitchen window, a reminder each day of his unbelievable fortune. He slices fruit for an outdoor breakfast-- Papaya and mango, fresh from the market. These are the colors of Paradise: the bright orange fruits, the white silk sands and the clear, blue waters.

It is restful here, a calm spot in a harried world, and Michael tries not to forget that as he moves through each day. There is still so much to think about; the constant need to remain unnoticed so long as they are still fugitives, the difficulty in monitoring their status and whether Lincoln’s murder conviction still holds. Every day he hopes to finally let go, to know that the running is over, but the tide has not yet turned.

He feels Lincoln behind him now, still steamy from the shower as his arms come around Michael’s waist to pull him close. The kiss on his neck is warm and oh-so-welcome, and he turns into it to claim it before it is gone. Lincoln attacks his mouth then, with gentle determination, and soon the knife is on the table and the fruit is forgotten. Bodies together and tongues exploring each other, Michael sweeps his fingers over Lincoln’s lips and leaves traces of juice behind. He tastes it on Lincoln, then in Lincoln, before his hand is pulled up and those elegant fingers are being licked and sucked on in unhurried sensuality. The sight of Lincoln caressing his fingers with his tongue, eyes closed, makes Michael hard and needy, and he nudges Lincoln back against the refrigerator as they thrust against each other in building arousal.

Their mouths are together again, and Lincoln is biting Michael just a little, nibbling and sucking on those incredibly lush lips. Michael feels himself beginning to slide toward the floor and takes Lincoln with him, dragging him downward and laying him out on the tiles where he can give him all of his attention. He straddles Lincoln, kissing him, stroking his face and hair, and unbuttons the shirt Lincoln had put on barely ten minutes ago. The skin underneath is still slightly damp, and he rubs his face against Lincoln’s chest, licking at a nipple teasingly until it hardens under his mouth and goosebumps have risen on Lincoln’s arms. One last sweep of the tongue, and then he is on to Lincoln’s neck, nuzzling and sucking below the ears, in the crook, until Lincoln is groaning up underneath his own chest and gripping Michael’s ass in an attempt to grind into him and just get a little more contact.

Michael sits up and pulls his own shirt off, watching Lincoln’s eyes get dark and intense and he watches this display and slides his hand softly up Michael’s bare back. Lincoln unfastens Michael’s pants then, teasing the skin there lower and lower down while Michael’s back arches until suddenly his legs will no longer support him.

He rolls off to the side, pulling Lincoln up against him. After a deep, probing kiss and some rubbing together half in and out of his clothes, Michael’s hand is on Lincoln’s ass and he is ready for anything.

Lincoln gets his own pants off quickly, and finished pushing Michael’s down and off. Kissing up the inside of Michael’s thighs, he mouths and caresses the skin all the way up until he has captured Michael in his mouth, head moving slowly and torturously as he enjoys the moment. Michael can barely breathe, the arousal is so sharp, and Lincoln is stroking his stomach with one hand while the other slips up to Michael’s mouth. When the fingers touch his lips, Michael sucks them in eagerly and mirrors some of the attention Lincoln is giving him. But soon they are gone, and then suddenly working their way inside him while Lincoln’s mouth continues to destroy every shred of Michael’s independence. “Oh, god!” Michael exclaims, unable to hold still with this combination of unbelievable sensations fighting for dominance over his body. He is so close, closer than he wants to be, and he pushes against Lincoln’s hair softly to back him off.

“Wait,” Michael pants. “Not this time. I want you to fuck me before I completely lose it.”

Lincoln gives one last lick, and then he is up between Michael’s legs, poised to enter and gathering Michael in close. He is inside him then, moving slowly and confidently, and Michael cannot help the whimpers and moans that come out of him at how this feels, what this means. They move in synch with one another, Michael’s legs around Lincoln’s back and their lips finding each other in utter completion, until Lincoln is shuddering and crying out Michael’s name again and again. Michael’s hand is already stroking himself, and then Lincoln is taking over and making it good, oh so good, as he thrusts with the last vestiges of his hardness and firmly jerks Michael off. “Lincoln!” Michael gasps out, and there is blackness at the edge of his vision and warmth flooding through his body at the ecstasy that consumes him, delicious and drawn out.

Lincoln settles himself down over Michael softly then, holding him and kissing him while that look of pure adoration is still in Michael’s eyes. God, they are just so good together. He strokes Michael’s forehead, leans into it, then gently rolls Michael over on top of him into a position they can enjoy for a long time without anyone becoming too heavy.

And Michael is just young enough and idealistic enough to fall asleep right here in Lincoln’s arms, never feeling the cold, hard floor underneath them. His hunger is forgotten, his whole body sated right now, and he seriously thinks he might never move again.

By the time afternoon comes, they have revived enough to be outside, lounge chairs out on the beach side by side, cold beers at hand and the waves rolling out before them. It is another beautiful day, a slight breeze stealing the edge from the heat, and Michael breathes in the fresh, living scent of the salty air.

People wander down the shore in front of them from time to time, teens with wakeboards, men with Frisbees, women of all shapes and sizes. A curvaceous brunette walks by, tanned skin setting off a blazing apricot bikini while she laughs in animated conversation with a friend. Lincoln’s head turns to follow her, and Michael feels his stomach transform into lead.

He had thought Paradise was all-encompassing, that once found it would remain simple, perfect, and unchanging. Yet now, he feels as if it might be slipping away from him already with the most careless of glances. Perhaps Paradise is not a place, or even a state of mind, but more a series of moments. This morning, so spontaneous and sensual, or those nights when they lay loving and luxuriant in each other’s arms. Their first time, back at the prison, when Michael could feel Lincoln returning his love to him completely.

Michael bites his lip and looks away, trapped by the feeling of Lincoln’s arm pressed against his, their shoulders touching. Michael knows that being his own brother’s lover has heartache written all over it. Lincoln has a Casanova reputation with the ladies, and had never shown any interest in men before being drawn into this relationship by his brother. If Michael sets his gaze down the road that is likely to follow… his heart will not be the first Lincoln has broken.

So he will take those small pieces of perfection, try to know them in all their splendor and cherish them as they occur. They might be many or few, and they might be years in coming or almost at an end. There is no way of knowing.

But then Lincoln is looking over at him, apology in his eyes and a rueful smile on his lips as he reaches over and puts his hand on Michael’s leg, squeezing a quiet apology with such gentle, careful fingers. Michael’s stomach lifts again, and he places his hand over Lincoln’s, grasping it firmly in return and smiling shyly into Lincoln’s eyes.

He sees it suddenly, here in front of him. This gesture, this answering touch, the way Lincoln sees him and knows what he’s feeling…

This, right now, is one of those moments.


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The Good, The Bad and The Lanathelana on January 6th, 2006 10:25 pm (UTC)
=> the MA movie? Look miss_mandy made caps.

You know you want to:



*off to read your fic now*

The Good, The Bad and The Lana: brothers posterthelana on January 7th, 2006 12:57 am (UTC)
Ahhh, post escape fic. So, so, so lovely. And so, so tingly!

Just so much goodness. And I also promise not to be obnoxious and ask what they did with LJ. No, don't answer, I don't care and I don't want to know. Lincoln sent him to summer camp in Goa

I swear I will have something intelligent to say on the sexsexsex (which is awesome), but... on the re-review. I have to go to bed for a change because I'm having breakfast with friends tomorrow and I should at least try to be vaguely concious.

So, real quick.

And Michael is just young enough and idealistic enough to fall asleep right here in Lincoln’s arms, never feeling the cold, hard floor underneath them. His hunger is forgotten, his whole body sated right now, and he seriously thinks he might never move again.

Awwwww!

I lovelovelove that it just isn't easy and and smooth sailing, that there will always be some differences.

And the ending? Perfect.

Guh.

I still want you to write a fic on their *first time* on the outside, in freedom. And if you didn't dislike threesomes, I'd totally want a fic where Lincolns gets girl-lust and drags one home and wants to invite her and Michael for a threesome and Michael tries for Linc's sake and of course hates it. And then they have a stern talk and they argue and then they make-up. Darn you and your bunny overflow

I'm so, so, so glad that you wrote this :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on January 7th, 2006 04:17 am (UTC)
I'm so, so, so glad that you wrote this :)

I thought you'd like this one. It covers a lot of things that we've discussed over time, about where things might end up. Plus, the freedom of postEscape love is _really_ nice to write. No pesky logistics of finding alone time with one brother on Death Row, other prisoners and guards showing up at bad times, etc.

And the ending? Perfect.

The ending was where this fic began (in my mind), so I'd hoped this one was really well thought out. This was actually finished about 3 weeks ago (with minor tweaking), but I've been sitting on it. Partly so I could acquire the fanfic100 tag. Yay!
(no subject) - thelana on January 7th, 2006 05:42 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - halfshellvenus on January 7th, 2006 06:10 am (UTC) (Expand)
deathstroke: abruzzi grindeathstroke on January 7th, 2006 01:32 am (UTC)
God, they are just so good together. AMEN. i don't often read michael/linc but anything thelana recs, i read, and i am SO GLAD i read this. it's hot and adorable and a little bittersweet. :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 7th, 2006 04:13 am (UTC)
Thanks for braving the pairing, then! I know you've read some of my Gen stuff, and there will be more of that to come too. And, even better, sounds like you really enjoyed it!

it's hot and adorable and a little bittersweet. :)

Yes, the beginning is like Paradise itself, so sunny and clear and beautiful. And then doubts appear near the end. But Michael had to know this was a possibility, right from the start. (although I feel for him, because his view of Paradise is perfection to him).

(no subject) - thelana on January 7th, 2006 04:48 am (UTC) (Expand)
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(no subject) - thelana on January 7th, 2006 10:01 pm (UTC) (Expand)
la_folle_allure on January 7th, 2006 05:38 am (UTC)
*is crying since her brain exploded due to surreal amounts of sexy, needy, unbearably hot men smut*

*loves you*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 7th, 2006 06:15 am (UTC)
surreal amounts

Mmmmm!

So glad you enjoyed! Oh, I do love this pairing. So much possibility. And beauty. And so many issues. Not unlike someone else we know :-)

I'm kind of pushing my own envelope on the smut level here. Have to find the balancing point between expressing what I want and not getting too graphic. This is pretty graphic for me, and yet when I read other people's stuff...
(no subject) - la_folle_allure on January 7th, 2006 02:50 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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tyrical: PB_Alazysod_touchtyrical on January 7th, 2006 08:33 am (UTC)
He had thought Paradise was all-encompassing, that once found it would remain simple, perfect, and unchanging.

Don't you remember when you believed this and didn't it totally suck when reality intruded and you found out it was a big lie.

If Michael sets his gaze down the road that is likely to follow... his heart will not be the first Lincoln has broken.

This reminded me of the saying that it is better to love and have lost than to never have loved at all. When I hear this I'm reminded of 'K' in MIB when he says "Try it."

So he will take those small pieces of perfection...

To love someone so much that even these brief moments are worth all the suffering that you know will be coming.

This fic warmed me and broke me all at the same time. To have so many conflicting emotions bumping up against one another. The sex was wonderful and hot and all those things. The constant unsettled-ness of being on the run. Knowing Michael's time is limited with Lincoln. Feeling Michael's joy when he is with Lincoln and then knowing his pain when he see the end.

The way you portray Michael leaves me hurt and resigned because you just know its gonna end badly. Passion/obsession/devotion that hot/deep/absolute always burns its self out. Leaving you a delicate shell of yourself. Vainly trying to keep yourself whole and put your self back together and end up spending a lifetime trying to recapture it. I want so much more for Michael and kills me that he knows that too and can't/won't or doesn't want anything else different.

It cuts me deep that Lincoln barely has any idea that all that is going on for Michael. Its like Lincoln doesn't realize the kind of effect he has on the people who love him and in that ignorance does so much to hurt them in the process. Yet without meaning to he uses them for his own gain and carelessly tosses them to the side when something shiny and new crosses his path. He seems to be a bit more sensitive to his brother given that Michael IS his brother but I think were it not for that connection Lincoln could and may still leave once the danger is over and he is in the clear.

To see that hurts me something much.

As usual brilliant work. Got the thought processes all a flowin' and stuff.

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on January 7th, 2006 08:45 am (UTC)
If Michael sets his gaze down the road that is likely to follow... his heart will not be the first Lincoln has broken.

This reminded me of the saying that it is better to love and have lost than to never have loved at all. When I hear this I'm reminded of 'K' in MIB when he says "Try it."


Oh, I love that line in MiB (heck, I love that movie). But it's such a real response to such a flippant saying.

The way you portray Michael leaves me hurt and resigned because you just know its gonna end badly. Passion/obsession/devotion that hot/deep/absolute always burns its self out. Leaving you a delicate shell of yourself. Vainly trying to keep yourself whole and put your self back together and end up spending a lifetime trying to recapture it. I want so much more for Michael and kills me that he knows that too and can't/won't or doesn't want anything else different.

That's it, exactly. If he could walk away, logic would tell him to do it. But he's in too deep-- his identity and his happiness are too bound up with Lincoln.

I was aiming for the bittersweet with this, and sounds like the balance came out just right.

Love your ponderings, as always. :-)
Are we back to hos over bros?lissa_bear on January 7th, 2006 06:39 pm (UTC)
This is so beautiful! Perfect ending.

Its almost as if Michael is losing that last bit of innocence and naiveté at the realization that you can love someone with all of your soul, but that isn't always enough to change them or hold on to them.

Brilliant writing, as always.

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on January 7th, 2006 06:50 pm (UTC)
Its almost as if Michael is losing that last bit of innocence and naiveté at the realization that you can love someone with all of your soul, but that isn't always enough to change them or hold on to them.

Yes, exactly. Realizing that your love cannot ensure anything is a little like losing Paradise itself.

I'm glad you enjoyed this. It's funny, this whole idea is what came to me for "Orange," and I was pondering it because orange seemed to me to be the hardest of the color prompts (especially in the Prison Break fandom). Yet, it's one of my first new prompt fics.
(no subject) - thelana on January 7th, 2006 06:52 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Erinreds_toke on January 8th, 2006 12:32 pm (UTC)
Oh god. I'll take this over Wincest anyday
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on January 8th, 2006 05:53 pm (UTC)
Oh god. I'll take this over Wincest anyday.

Whoo! We have a winner!

Hop on board, or as T-Bag would say, "Get on the train!" We'll show you a good ride. :-)
(no subject) - reds_toke on January 8th, 2006 09:25 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Diellepseudoartiste on January 9th, 2006 05:20 am (UTC)
Oh god, can I say enough how awesome your stuff is?! And since I never say anything even remotely constructive the way all these smart folks do, I'll give that a shot this time.
I really love the way you made the transition from Idealistic!Michael to him (heartbreakingly) knowing that it wouldn't end well so smooth. It was made to be so realistic and tragic.

How was that for constructive?

(PS *brains melts from smex*)........ yep, that's more me
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 9th, 2006 05:44 am (UTC)
I really love the way you made the transition from Idealistic!Michael to him (heartbreakingly) knowing that it wouldn't end well so smooth. It was made to be so realistic and tragic.

How was that for constructive?


It was great! That was the key to this piece (other than the smex, of course)-- to draw you into Michael's feelings of bliss and security, and then feel the twinge of it all potentially collapsing out from under him. It can't all be curtains and cupcakes when you're having this kind of relationship with your (basically straight) brother. Not to mention the law on your trail all the time.

So glad you liked! Pretty high smex level for me, eh?
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 10th, 2006 06:02 pm (UTC)
That was by far one of the best described sex scenes and it's definitely my favorite Lincoln/Michael story now! I love it!

Whoo! Thank you!

It's been hard getting myself to the porny place. I may be kind of going overboard now :-0

And I'm glad you liked this part near the end-- an entire non-verbal communication that both of them understand. That has to be the most detailed non-verbal exchanges I've written yet too-- for either of my fandoms.
Kimberley: Rhonalampshade_days on January 14th, 2006 07:28 pm (UTC)
*smiles* Your writing has this incredible flow to it. I also like that you explore the complexities of their relationship rather than playing the dreamer and ignoring the complicated.

Lovely work. But damn, I want to go to the beach now. As in, like, a Hawaiian beach. Hehe.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 14th, 2006 08:33 pm (UTC)
Your writing has this incredible flow to it.

Thank you! Hope it pulled you in. :-)

Lovely work. But damn, I want to go to the beach now. As in, like, a Hawaiian beach. Hehe.

Don't we all! Especially if Lincoln and Michael are there :-) In swimsuits.
jamiepbfan on February 5th, 2006 04:23 am (UTC)
Well, i just rep-read this one and fell in love with it all over again. As always...Awesome freakin Job!!!!!!!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 5th, 2006 05:54 am (UTC)
Thank you! I know you've read it on prisonbreakfic.com, and I appreciate you visiting it over here too!

I think this is thelana's favorite one-- sexy AND angsty and resolved all in the same story :-D
Ice-T: an actor, also a refreshing beverage: M/L Postcoitalfiddleyoumust on February 18th, 2006 10:15 pm (UTC)
Yay! I love this. Adore all the fingers in this fic. I have a huge Micheal's fingers fetish. They are just so pretty. :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on February 19th, 2006 12:27 am (UTC)
Yay! I love this.
:D You found the tropical Linc/Michael sex! I think you'll enjoy "Like Silk and Satin" too. A lot. Must write a couple more like that!

I have a huge Micheal's fingers fetish. They are just so pretty. :D
I know. Some people think of them as "artist's hands", when they have those long, slim, elegant fingers. As a musician, I tend to think of them as pianist's hands, because lots of male pianists with that good reach across the keys have hands like that. Love those hands. :)

Glad you liked this-- you gave it your "postcoital M/L" Seal of Approval, even!
(no subject) - thelana on February 25th, 2006 11:34 pm (UTC) (Expand)
PATHETIC ATTEMPT AT ROBOT SODOMYnova_bright on March 6th, 2006 11:26 pm (UTC)
Found my way here via thelana.

I am so utterly stunned by the beauty and power of this fic.
Michael is broken, but so prettily, ansd he shatters on Lincoln.

...can't quote all my favourite lines, because that would basically be cutting and pasting the entire piece. But this line sticks out for me...

So he will take those small pieces of perfection, try to know them in all their splendor and cherish them as they occur. They might be many or few, and they might be years in coming or almost at an end. There is no way of knowing.

Just wonderful.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 6th, 2006 11:44 pm (UTC)
Found my way here via thelana.
Yes, I read that post too where she was weighing this against Like Silk and Satin.

I am so utterly stunned by the beauty and power of this fic.
It's a cosmos of their relationship in itself (post "The Arrangement"/"Always" series). The everything and the threat all blended together, and the feeling that Michael could be destroyed by his own love so easily. Hurts so good.

Glad you found this one. I have so many M/L slash pieces, and I'm starting another post-escape universe for them (even as I continue to write in this beautiful "Paradise" universe that I love so much).


muggy69muggy69 on November 23rd, 2008 08:01 am (UTC)
so unbelievably juicy soft and sensually perfect.xoxoxoxxo
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on December 12th, 2010 06:40 am (UTC)
Thank you! I was so thrown by "orange" as a prompt that it was one of the first ones I wrote, just to get it out of the way. But it went off in a really nice direction, I think.

Thanks for reading!
Carostarryskies on August 12th, 2010 09:03 pm (UTC)
So the last comment to this got posted two years ago, so you're probably reading this comment feeling weird deja vu. But whatever. This fandom is dead now, but the things it left behind were so. good. Prison Break is such a fantastic show, and this fic is proof. It's about love and sacrifice and augh. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that this fic is so emotional and so hot and it's hard to pull that off well. So I really do love this fic a lot.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on December 12th, 2010 06:44 am (UTC)
Sorry for the late reply here! This comment came in while I was on summer vacation, and I let it get away from me. :(

It's really, really nice to hear that, all this time later, these stories are still worth reading and that there are still people who loved the show and all of the possibilites it brought forth. The love and sacrifice was always the center of this show for me, and I'm sorry that its producers forgot that after the first season. But they can never take those memories or that feeling away from us. :)