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10 January 2006 @ 08:32 pm
Prison Break Fanfiction: Like Silk and Satin  
Title: Like Silk And Satin
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Michael/Lincoln (Slash)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Post-Escape, established relationship. Soaring, plotless sensuality.
Author's Notes: Written for the fanfic100 challenge, where I have the slash pairing of Lincoln and Michael. This is for Prompt #38, “Touch.” This could be considered to follow after my "Paradise" fic. Originally intended to be the dreamSex portion of "Always, Chapter 2", the detail and length of it made it better suited to be a standalone fic.

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A faint smell of the sea wisped through the air as Michael lay in bed, the late-afternoon sun filtering through the shades and setting an amber glow about the room. The air itself was silken, flowing across his waiting skin and drawing him into its touch, even as the door opened and Lincoln stood at its entrance.

Michael’s eyes moved over the crisp white shirt and tan pants, Lincoln’s darker skin adding to an effect that made him look like the cover for a magazine targeting tropical playboys. Lincoln’s lips parted slightly, his own eyes taking in the sight of Michael lying naked on the bed as if placed there for him alone. He stepped forward slowly, pulled toward that lean, supple body, and Michael felt his heart begin racing in anticipation. Lincoln’s knee was on the bed, and then he slid forward, stroking up Michael’s stomach as he went, kissing his way from navel to nipple to neck. Michael’s arms and legs came around him then, his head turning to capture Lincoln’s mouth. The longing twined through him, slow and deep and moving through every caress of his tongue against Lincoln’s.

The shirt scraped softly against Michael’s skin, and his legs rubbed down along the back of Lincoln’s, feeling the slight sharpness of the cotton pants between them. He rocked his hips from side to side, bucking Lincoln gently even as his hands were gently unbuttoning Lincoln’s shirt and drawing it down over those broad shoulders. Michael kissed every new place the departing shirt revealed, fingers stroking across Lincoln’s back and over the soft, secret places at the front of his waist. He nibbled at Lincoln’s neck, then sucked at his lower lip before sliding into his mouth again. Lincoln tasted like oranges and coconuts, and his chest against Michael’s was warm and strong and full.

Michael’s hand slid down the back of Lincoln’s pants, and Lincoln thrust up against him in response. They worked together to unfasten them, shoving them down with Lincoln’s underwear to join the forgotten sandals on the floor. Leaning and curving against one another, their hands roamed across skin, muscle, the satin hardness of arousal. Michael guided Lincoln onto his back, his hand gentle against Lincoln’s face as he kissed him thoroughly, lovingly, and moved languidly down his body. His hands trailed every place his mouth left, shaping and holding those shoulders, that chest, the firmness of Lincoln’s belly and the softness to the side below.

He kissed the inside of Lincoln’s thighs, teasing, as Lincoln’s grip on his shoulders tightened, and he smiled softly before slowly licking his way from the base of Lincoln’s cock to its tip, already angling upward and wet. “Oh, god,” Lincoln said, as Michael’s mouth closed around him, tongue swirling around the head as he took Lincoln deeper and deeper. Michael grasped Lincoln’s hips, fingers slipping underneath to caress the bottom of Lincoln’s cheeks as he moved over him, sucking and pulling Lincoln into sweet agony. Lincoln’s hips ground restlessly against the bed, and Michael rode him through it all, tasting and tantalizing him before finally focusing on making the ending good. Lincoln tried to still his thrusts as he got closer, and Michael moved in further as Lincoln’s head arched back and his body turned to granite. Michael’s groan vibrated through Lincoln’s climax, amping up the intensity until Lincoln felt a brief and surprising loss of gravity before coming back to himself, utterly spent and unable to move or think.

Michael laid his head against Lincoln’s stomach, something like victory or completion filling his chest. He couldn’t resist occasionally mouthing Lincoln’s taut skin, teasing the surface a little with the tip of his tongue, and before long Lincoln’s fingers were stirring against his shoulders. They moved down below his arms, pulling gently to urge Michael up. He complied, drawing himself along the length of Lincoln with feline grace, writhing up against him as he moved and then roiling against Lincoln’s hip as they kissed and touched. Lincoln was practically limp from the aftermath of pleasure, but he began to come alive under Michael’s mouth, hands finally beginning to move over Michael, legs snaking around him and his kisses growing hotter.

Lincoln cupped Michael’s ass with both hands, pushing upward until Michael raised his head to look at him.

Lincoln smiled at him lazily. “Right here,” he said, his eyes dropping down to his own chest. “I want to watch you.”

Michael groaned at the intensity of the heat those words created, angling himself forward until he was seated right before Lincoln, waiting, leaking slightly, and needing it now. Lincoln shoved the extra pillow behind his head to lift it up, and then took Michael in, moaning at the sensation, the fullness, the taste of it.

Michael was already shaking, so badly wanting to thrust, but he didn’t want to take advantage of what Lincoln was giving him. Lincoln’s stroking hands made lifting motions, and Michael raised himself slightly, letting Lincoln move him in and out of that warm, skillful mouth, teeth grazing just slightly here and there. Those hands explored Michael’s whole body now, Lincoln’s eyes following them, watching Michael’s eyes close as a slight look of pained pleasure drifted across his flushed face. Michael felt his legs weakening from the overload of sensations, and his arms fell forward, leaning into the wall for strength.

Lincoln pushed him more forcefully then, and Michael cried out suddenly, barely able to stay upright as he rode through the climax, perspiration breaking out across his shoulders and his eyes watering from the blinding, gorgeous relief.

“Oh,” he moaned softly, melting through his whole body and sliding down Lincoln before he crushed him. Lincoln held him, caressed him, kissing his temple, his lips, and teasingly, his nose.

“When you called,” Michael said, “I was so surprised. You said you’d be gone for a couple of hours.”

“That’s what I thought when I left.” Lincoln’s kiss was deep and satisfying, and so wonderfully real. He gazed into Michael’s eyes, still unfocused and half-closed from complete and glorious exhaustion.

“But then,” Lincoln said, “I remembered that I had something worth coming home early for.”

And Michael’s smile was like an ember becoming fire.



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The Good, The Bad and The Lana: happy excited sucre abruzzithelana on January 11th, 2006 05:14 am (UTC)
Grin, so close! I was all about to yell "Yay! First Michael/Linc with Michael on top!" :)

But I have a feeling that I know some of your inspiration (that one Supernatural fic you linked me).

May you be rewarded with lots and lots of this:

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 11th, 2006 05:29 am (UTC)
Actually, the thought had occurred before, but I know which SN fic you're talking about.

Hey, Michael and Lincoln will have lots of time for fun-- about 88 fics worth at least, although not all of them will be the happySlash!

Niiiiiiiiice picture. Dominic. Tank shirt. ARRRRRRrms. (and not bald). Y.U.M.
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deathstroke: t-bag a lot like (love) comingdeathstroke on January 11th, 2006 05:18 am (UTC)
GUH. i'm speechless. jesus. @_@ that was... jesus! now you've gotten me all hot and bothered and i must print this immediately and go do something about it. yes. *dazed*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 11th, 2006 05:30 am (UTC)
:-D Guess you'll be in your bunk, huh?

Glad you liked! Think it fits the fanfic100 prompt? :-P
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Diellepseudoartiste on January 11th, 2006 08:42 am (UTC)
Woah, just... woah. You were right, blew my freakin mind!
I absolutely worship the first paragraph, fantastic imagery makes for such a romantical, smexy mood. (Yep, still trying the constructive bit)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 11th, 2006 05:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It's a whole different area than I've really done before, in terms of the tone and focus of the piece.

romantical, smexy mood.

Ah, the romance came through. I really wanted the piece to be warm, sunlit, sensuous and loving. Sounds like it worked!
miss_mandy on January 11th, 2006 10:01 am (UTC)
(bows and impersonates Wayne) We're not worthy! We're not worthy!

Wow, that was just "alsfjlkdfjlasdfgjd".

You must teach me oh great one. Teach me the art of writing head explodingly good brothercest.

Seriously, you should teach a class or something. I mean screw learning how to write essays, I should be learning how to write that. Because that could quite possibly be the best piece of literature ever written.

Um, and I have to take a shower now.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 11th, 2006 05:32 pm (UTC)
Because that could quite possibly be the best piece of literature ever written.

W00t! Although I'll bet most would consider it PWP instead of literature. :-D But I intended for this to draw the reader in, to feel all the senses and emotions running through the piece. I.e., to be in it, like being absorbed by a movie scene.

So glad you liked it! And thank you for the wonderful comments!
(no subject) - thelana on January 11th, 2006 07:43 pm (UTC) (Expand)
tyrical: PB_Alazysod_Scofieldtyrical on January 11th, 2006 06:11 pm (UTC)
You always take me to such visually beautiful places when you write L/M. This was lovely, erotic, so descriptive, so passionate, and so very emotional.

There always the feel that Lincoln doesn't quite know the depth of how much Michael feels for him and may probably never know. But he's smart enough to realize that what Michael feels for him is something special. You can always tell that Michael treasures every look, every touch, everything that Lincoln gives him. So beautifully tragic.

Lovely so damn lovely.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 11th, 2006 06:32 pm (UTC)
You always take me to such visually beautiful places when you write L/M. This was lovely, erotic, so descriptive, so passionate, and so very emotional.

Thank you! I'm glad the emotions came through as well as just the smex part.

But he's smart enough to realize that what Michael feels for him is something special. You can always tell that Michael treasures every look, every touch, everything that Lincoln gives him. So beautifully tragic.

And it's part of what makes this so interesting. The beauty of what they do have, and the pain of knowing that one of them feels it more (which endangers their relationship).

Lovely comments. Thank you. :-D
la_folle_allure on January 11th, 2006 08:13 pm (UTC)
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la_folle_allure on January 11th, 2006 08:19 pm (UTC)
OKAY! Now that I got that out of my system....

HOE-LEE HELL! OMG! OMFG! That... that was just like, *WOW*. Micheal on top is so fucking ridiculously sexy. No one should be that good looking!!! I SWEAR!

And sweetie, you deserve a sensuality banner. I'm in the middle of class and all I can focus on is how sexy and classy this story was, while trying to blatantly ignore post-colonial literature... If only PCL has Wentworth in it, and you know, you were writing it, then maybe I would focus and *brain has just failed at trying to stay coherent because Kate just remembered MICHAEL WAS ON TOP AND IT WAS HOTTER THAN ANYTHING YOU'VE EVER WRITTEN WHICH IS SAYING A LOT SINCE YOUR PB STUFF IS THE ULTIMATE EVERYTHING!*

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! TOO HOT! I love you so much for this. Thank you for loving PB and thank you even more for blessing my eyes and brain with this fic *hearts it more that she'll ever be able to express in words*

And no my cap lock key isn't broken, I'm just SCREAMING *inside*.
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Bstrifechaos on January 11th, 2006 10:53 pm (UTC)
I do believe my brain has just collapsed and eaten itself. *pause* Yeah, that's about right.

This was beyond hot; the things wet dreams are made of. Hee. *grins* I loved this, you continue to wow me with your stories. Just when I don't think that it could possible get any better, BAM! Another story comes out. *shakes head* It just shouldn’t be possible ---mind you I’m not complaining. *glomps*

You have a great way of bringing the emotions they’re going through to the surface. I mean, yes this was a to-die-for piece of smut, but that was because you were able to convey so much of what Michael is going through. How much he treasures the affection and love that Lincoln provides, but it still holds a bittersweet note because Michael is devoting his whole being into this. And while the situation isn’t quite one-sided, it’s not really even either.

Still, loved it, made me squee when I saw you’d posted something new! *blinks we only have 88 more? *pout* Awwww. Somehow that number just doesn't seem big enough. *wink* I'm sure you aren't thinking that way though, and I totally understand. I haven't even started on my challenge 100's yet. Eep!

Michael is quite the little sex kitten, I don't know why Lincoln would ever even consider giving up that piece of ass. Mmmm. I'm patiently awaiting more! *puppy eyes* You want to post more, lots more. *grins* *glomps* *waves*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 11th, 2006 11:34 pm (UTC)
I do believe my brain has just collapsed and eaten itself. *pause* Yeah, that's about right.

Hahaha! What a great concept :-)

You have a great way of bringing the emotions they’re going through to the surface. I mean, yes this was a to-die-for piece of smut, but that was because you were able to convey so much of what Michael is going through.

It makes me so happy to get this feedback, from several readers. I guess because the feeling is indirect (i.e., it's in his actions, but isn't described in his thoughts) it's harder for me to tell if it's clear.

Perhaps it's coming out because, in this piece, he clearly cherishes Lincoln. We can feel it through what he does.

Michael is quite the little sex kitten, I don't know why Lincoln would ever even consider giving up that piece of ass. If he were _smart_ (thelana-- Shh! I know what you're thinking), he never would.

Doesn't 100 eps seem like A LOT? I saw that you had your own project to start on, and I guess we just take it one fic at a time. :-D

I actually have 200 in mind. I could have chosen to mix Gen and Slash for my fanfic100 Lincoln/Michael claim, but I decided to really go the punishing route and keep that set as slash and instead do a Lincoln/Michael Gen claim for prisonbreak100. Knowing that doing the "General Series" claim for that last group would have been sooooo much easier. Must be insane. But you knew that.

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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 12th, 2006 05:30 pm (UTC)
Had to read it twice :-)

Glad that was because you liked it, and not because it didn't make sense.

It's so nice to hear from so many people who enjoy this pairing. There is so much between them to work with ;-)
Are we back to hos over bros?lissa_bear on January 12th, 2006 03:36 pm (UTC)
Whoa! You should see me right now, my eyes are still slightly glazed and my jaw is still on the floor. That was beautifully sensual! You are a goddess!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Venushalfshellvenus on January 12th, 2006 05:32 pm (UTC)
That was beautifully sensual! You are a goddess!

Wow! Thank you!

They're irresistible, aren't they? I'll bet the Wincest broke your resistance first, and now... the PB prettiness is just waiting for you :-)
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michelle: Lincoln and Michael 1certainthings on January 13th, 2006 12:52 am (UTC)
*drools*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 13th, 2006 01:34 am (UTC)
Mmmmm! So glad you stopped by for a little sensory overload (but, in a good way).

I like your icon, BTW. The intensity and, of course, the proximity.
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Kimberley: PB: by everlynlampshade_days on January 13th, 2006 11:41 pm (UTC)
*purrs* Absolutely gorgeous. This is, like, PWP with substance. Lovely imagery and atmosphere.

I feel warmer already. :D
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: kissMichaelhalfshellvenus on January 14th, 2006 12:23 am (UTC)
Thank you! And I recognize those hands, that back of the head. What does the text say?

This is, like, PWP with substance.

:-D I finally remembered that the term "erotica" was invented for a reason, and this probably matches that better than just PWP.

I feel warmer already. :-D

Just what anyone needs to battle a Canadian winter! If you haven't read the other one, Paradise, that should help too. Plus a new series to follow "The Arrangement."

I tell you, I think you're about five smuts stories behind ;-)
jamiepbfan on February 5th, 2006 04:34 am (UTC)
"Michael’s eyes moved over the crisp white shirt and tan pants, Lincoln’s darker skin adding to an effect that made him look like the cover for a magazine targeting tropical playboys"

MMMM..i love that mental picture!!!!!! Kudos, loved it.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on February 5th, 2006 06:04 am (UTC)
Mmmm is right. I wish we had a publicity photo of Dominic looking like that. Maybe next season...

Glad you enjoyed this one. Although if you like Lincoln/Michael together, what's not to like? *Whew*
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Claire: pb_face to faceinterpretthis on September 27th, 2007 12:17 am (UTC)
Oh jeez. *asks brain to ask lungs to work* *wonders vaguely why brain is not responding*

An inexplicably fabulous sensory overload. I approve of your silk fetish whole-heartedly.

And this is so Michael:

Michael was already shaking, so badly wanting to thrust, but he didn’t want to take advantage of what Lincoln was giving him.

Great fic. ♥
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on October 3rd, 2007 07:06 pm (UTC)
An inexplicably fabulous sensory overload.
Whee-- that's exactly what I'm going for. This should feel to the reader like he/she is there, and all of these sensations are personally happening. In every tiny detail. ;)

Michael was already shaking, so badly wanting to thrust, but he didn’t want to take advantage of what Lincoln was giving him.
I think especially when he's just never quite sure that Lincoln's as invested in all of it as he is-- on top of being more focused on other people than himself to begin with.

So glad you liked it! Erotic is rare, but it is so worth it. :)
(Anonymous) on January 30th, 2008 12:52 am (UTC)
At risk of copy-pasting the entire fic...

I can't believe how you describe things with so few words so perfectly!
the soft, secret places at the front of his waist
Yes, please.

Michael was already shaking, so badly wanting to thrust, but he didn’t want to take advantage of what Lincoln was giving him. Lincoln’s stroking hands made lifting motions, and Michael raised himself slightly, letting Lincoln move him in and out of that warm, skillful mouth, teeth grazing just slightly here and there. Those hands explored Michael’s whole body now, Lincoln’s eyes following them, watching Michael’s eyes close as a slight look of pained pleasure drifted across his flushed face. Michael felt his legs weakening from the overload of sensations, and his arms fell forward, leaning into the wall for strength.
How could you POSSIBLY describe that act so perfectly? You boggle my mind, which is especially impressive as it melted and dripped out my ears at FIN. =)

And Michael’s smile was like an ember becoming fire.
Not quite touch, but beautiful nonetheless. I also like the implications of embers and fire: beauty, function, heat, life, but all with an element of danger, chaos and destruction. Not at all unlike the forbidden love shared by the brothers.

I fear that I'm going to run out of your fiction to read, and I've only just started! Maybe I need to read more slowly.
~EF
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on February 6th, 2008 12:36 am (UTC)
You boggle my mind, which is especially impressive as it melted and dripped out my ears at FIN. =)
It it inappropriate to scream "whoo-hoo!" at this time? Those works made me very happy. :)

but all with an element of danger, chaos and destruction. Not at all unlike the forbidden love shared by the brothers.
And their lives as a whole-- both long before Fox River and even afterwards, should they be discovered.

Maybe I need to read more slowly.
Or if you truly run out, there's always Supernatural, which is my other brothercest fandom. So much angst and interdependence, but in a slightly different way. :)

I'm glad you're enjoying these so much!

fiery_fox2fiery_fox2 on September 17th, 2008 09:02 pm (UTC)
Really quick: I'm *DED*. Thanks so much. *wink*
*dances*
:>
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: DominicSexyhalfshellvenus on September 17th, 2008 09:15 pm (UTC)
Aha! This is how I pull you in, with the erotic and the smexing. And pictures like the one in this icon. :0

Brothercest for the win! \o/
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