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22 March 2006 @ 07:40 pm
Prison Break FanFiction: Crossing The Border  
Author: HalfshellVenus
Pairing: Lincoln/Michael (Slash)
Rating: R
Summary: Post-Escape established relationship. This falls in between the “Always” Series in Progress, and “Paradise.”
Author’s Notes: Written for the fanfic100 challenge, where I have the slash pairing of Lincoln and Michael. This is for prompt #93, “Thanksgiving” (the literal meaning of the word, not the holiday).


x-x-x-x-x

The escape team has been migrating South, shedding inmates along the way to improve all of their chances.

By the time they cross the border, it is just Lincoln and Michael in a big American battle-cruiser of a car. It’s got bench seats, which Lincoln expects to be trying out very soon now that C-Note’s out of the picture, and an air-conditioning system that has held up under the late-Spring heat.

They ride for hours, enjoying each other’s quiet company, until they reach the outskirts of Chihuahua.

Michael pulls off onto a side road before they get too far inside the city. He takes a wig out of a suitcase in the trunk, ash-blond and a short-shag in style, and motions Lincoln over to the driver’s side as he climbs back in.

Hola,” he says, and Lincoln looks over and cracks a smile.

“What the hell is that?” he asks, as they move back to the highway.

“Did you honestly think we’d get away with traveling together just looking like ourselves? This is a disguise—one of many, just in case—and I’m planning to use it to get us an actual motel room tonight.”

Now that is an idea with all sorts of appeal, and Lincoln’s mind has already detoured down a couple of the scenarios just in the last few seconds.

“So what’s the plan when we get there?”

Michael checks the wig in the visor mirror, smoothing out the bangs and plopping an off-white cowboy hat on top of it. “I’m going to get us a room, something around the back, and then we’ll drive the car around and go in. They don’t need to know how many of us there are.”

“Hmm, clandestine. I like it. Feels like a lunch-time rendezvous or something.”

“I’m not touching that one at all,” Michael says. He hands Lincoln a black baseball cap to put on.

“Eh—not really a hat kind of guy,” Lincoln says.

“Exactly. All the more reason to wear it.”

Lincoln shrugs and pulls the hat on. Michael has his reasons, he figures, like he always does. They usually turn out to be important.

“There,” Michael says suddenly. “How does that one look?”

It’s hacienda-style, clean-looking and glaring white in the light of day.

“Not bad,” Lincoln says. “But the sign’s falling apart. Let’s keep looking—we can always come back.”

Five blocks later is another motel. Palm trees and bushes all around the exterior, some kind of bright flowering plant hanging over the balconies and part of the roofline, and a single-story set-up to minimize parking-lot time.

“Huh…” Lincoln says. “Here?”

Michael gives it a quick once-over. “Why not?”

Lincoln pulls into the parking lot, near some bushes and away from both the street view and the front office window. Michael goes inside, leaving the sunglasses on, and Lincoln waits.

After a few minutes, Michael steps out and wanders around the back corner, a room key dangling from his hand. Lincoln starts the car again and follows, trailing behind as Michael ambles down the walkway. There’s a slight swagger in his stride that seems new to Lincoln, but it fits with the hat—and he likes it.

Michael stops three rooms from the end and unlocks the door. Lincoln gets the car parked, and the food and clothes and stuff out of the trunk and follows him in.

It isn’t luxury, but it’s… good. Surprisingly big (larger than Lincoln’s cell, certainly), and with a really huge bed that makes Lincoln moan. There are a couple of fake plants in the room, a television, and the bathroom has a decent-sized shower/tub combo.

“Shower first, or what?” Lincoln asks.

Michael gives him a sly smile. “Both.” He pulls off the hat and wig, and begins taking off his clothes. Lincoln stands there dumbstruck for a moment before doing the same as Michael takes the bag of shampoo and razors and such into the bathroom.

The water’s steaming by the time Lincoln steps in and shuts the door, and Michael’s already in the shower, turning slowly under the tumult of liquid warmth. Lincoln slips in to join him, mesmerized by the sight that awaits him.

His brother’s skin is arresting, so many images and meanings that build together. Lincoln has rarely seen the full tattoo—just a few glimpses in prison, or partial moments in the half-light after escape. They’ve been crowded by other people—barely a minute alone since the escape—and a chance to really look at Michael meant that other people were watching too.

Now he can finally see it. Angels and Devils and lost innocence and destruction, against a backdrop of eternal, sinister hills. It’s beautiful and stark and so very like and unlike his brother. The artistic grace inside the unforgiving subjects is all Michael—all aesthetics and balance. But the despair is all wrong for this man who survived hardship and abandonment and loss while keeping his optimism burning inside. Lincoln knows that part of Michael has not changed, because it’s why they’re here now instead of all the other more likely possibilities. Thank god for Michael’s stubbornness, and he would never have believed that thought could cross his mind. But Michael is many things, often surprising and incredible, and Lincoln has always been lucky to have him.

He’s smiling now as he watches his brother, his thoughts curling now around the water beading up on Michael’s face. Now that is an image worthy of an artist—lifting cheekbones and lightly curved mouth, and Lincoln is there before those startling blue eyes can open.

Michael’s laughing under his mouth, like that took far less or far more time than he expected. It’s always something, Lincoln thinks, but then he’s caught up by how Michael tastes like rain and promises.

The kissing and holding and the warm rush of water is like drowning in a waterfall of secrets. It is so good being able to touch Michael without reservation, without wondering who’s watching, and Lincoln just falls into the heady thrill of heated, possessive love. His mouth moves down to Michael’s neck, sucking the skin under the ear and up against the underside of the jaw—hitting every tingling nerve and feeling Michael pushing against his hips in response.

The rigid heat between them is so sharp and focused that they rub together instinctually, hands grabbing everything in reach, and then Lincoln breaks off and his voice is a low growl.

“Soap?”

“Yes,” Michael whispers, and he turns toward the wall and hands Lincoln the hotel soap in one movement. Smoothly, swiftly they join and soon are moving as one, Lincoln’s mouth on Michael’s shoulder and his hands bringing Michael the same sensations he’s feeling himself. It’s urgent and a little rough, and “Oh god!” Michael gasps out. Lincoln bites him as the thrill spikes up inside him from those words.

A few leisurely strokes and some gentle kisses to soothe the wounded skin, and then they are facing one another, slowly slipping through the aftermath of love. It is luxury, all this touching, and their fingers and lips search and smooth and calm the fall of energy between them.

“That was perfect,” Lincoln whispers as Michael’s arms tighten around his neck, and then he glides over Michael’s face with soft, slurring hands. He kisses those lush, welcoming lips and then finds the soap once more. Sweeping across Michael’s chest, his fingers bring a sheen to the images underneath, and then he rubs across one arm at a time. His hands slide up Michael’s neck, slippery and sensual, and under the edges of his ears. A soft touch, and Michael rotates, and all due attention is given to his back, the muscles below, and down the legs and up again. Michael moves like a cat under the sureness of his brother’s touch, eyes closed and head leaning back to capture the moment. Lincoln strokes the last suds off of Michael’s skin, pressing another kiss below the ear, and then strong arms lock around Michael’s waist. They rock together in sweet happiness, and the moment seems to last forever.

Lincoln can feel the smile he cannot see, and he sets to work gradually with the shampoo, fingers massaging Michael’s scalp under its slight growth of hair.

“You’re gonna put me to sleep,” Michael murmurs, his body swaying in relaxation, and Lincoln laughs softly as he rinses out the last of the lather.

“You did most of the driving—you’ve earned it,” he says, and Michael opens his eyes as Lincoln’s hands become still and pull him close.

“I can’t tell you how grateful I am for everything you did for me,” Lincoln begins. “When I wake up, I can hardly believe we’re here. But you did it—all of it.” Lincoln’s voice is low and steady. “And you’re still the most amazing person I know.”

Michael eyes are listening, but he has no words. His kiss says everything his dangerous mission ever implied.

It cost him—and those marks will never leave him. They will haunt him, brand him, speak for him no matter who they both become. But he would do it again, willingly, for the sake of the man before him.

Michael was not perfect before, and he is even less so now. But as long as Lincoln has a future, there can never be any regrets.


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Sorrel, the artist formerly known as goddessleilasorrelchestnut on March 23rd, 2006 03:56 am (UTC)
Aw. Soft and sweet.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 23rd, 2006 03:58 am (UTC)
Wait-- when did you start reading Prison Break? Not that this isn't a good place to begin (mmm. Shower-sensuality). Or did you trip over it and get sucked in before realizing there was no Sam/Dean in there? ;)
(no subject) - sorrelchestnut on March 23rd, 2006 09:03 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - halfshellvenus on March 23rd, 2006 04:12 pm (UTC) (Expand)
winnaroo on March 23rd, 2006 04:12 am (UTC)
Ah, there is so much to love here. I love that Michael gets to wear a blonde wig. I love that you bring up how little chance Lincoln has had to examine the tattoo. I love how the whole thing feels like being with each other they are drinking water after wandering the desert. And while I love many lines, I love this one the very most:

But Michael is many things, often surprising and incredible, and Lincoln has always been lucky to have him.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 23rd, 2006 04:40 am (UTC)
Thank you, winnaroo :D I didn't know you read the M/L slash as well as the Gen.

I love that you bring up how little chance Lincoln has had to examine the tattoo.
At this point, that should be true. Months later, once they've been alone, not so much. But with the last escapee out the door, they can enjoy being together without worrying about other eyes (aside from the fugitive sense of course ;)).

I love how the whole thing feels like being with each other they are drinking water after wandering the desert.
A beautiful way of describing it-- especially after what they've been through.

I'm glad you liked that one line-- it shows realization and appreciation, which we haven't seen enough of in the show yet. I hope we'll have a good reason to, in the next few weeks...
B: heestrifechaos on March 23rd, 2006 04:18 am (UTC)
Very sensual. Beautiful work. I like Lincoln appreciating Michael it's refreshing. Love reading your work, it always makes me smile.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on March 23rd, 2006 04:41 am (UTC)
Very sensual.
This one is, isn't it? Less detailed on the p0rn, but lots of detail on the love and the giving of thanks.

So glad you enjoyed this-- and we could all use a smile right now, couldn't we?
Ice-T: an actor, also a refreshing beverage: M/L hugfiddleyoumust on March 23rd, 2006 05:47 am (UTC)
My heart hurts a little.

Michael eyes are listening, but he has no words

Cool sentence. I like.

It cost him—and those marks will never leave him.

This sentiment keeps getting repeated throughout the fandom and it just never gets old. Love the idea of Michael carrying his sacrafice on his body.

So much love for this. And it was hot too. Thanks for sharing.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 23rd, 2006 06:01 am (UTC)
Your heart hurts? Not enough happy at the end of this, or just can't shake the end of that last episode? (I noticed the lovely new icon).

This sentiment keeps getting repeated throughout the fandom and it just never gets old. Love the idea of Michael carrying his sacrifice on his body.
I agree! Well, with the tattoos and the missing toes, he will never be able to escape the physical evidence of his sacrifice-- let alone all of the things he's seen (or worse) as a result of the choice he made.

But again... it's a burden that deserves to be appreciated (directly, so that he can see/hear/feel it, as often as necessary).

So much love for this. And it was hot too. Thanks for sharing.
Tell Elissa that her showerp0rn is done-- and that she'll survive it, since it's not TOO explicit in the sex parts. The sensual parts, yes ;)
anisapologist on March 23rd, 2006 06:08 am (UTC)
This was beautiful and really evoked emotions. I have lovely images in my mind now--thanks. OMG Shower Sex!!:)*Fans self and faints prettily*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 23rd, 2006 06:32 am (UTC)
This was beautiful and really evoked emotions. I have lovely images in my mind now
Thank you :D

OMG Shower Sex!!:)*Fans self and faints prettily*
Poor Lincoln has been waiting for actual shower sex since that frustrated dream in Chapter 8 of "The Arrangement" series. It's about time!

Plus, just a week or two after I wrote that, the episode aired with wet!Michael and... Guh. I felt even worse for Lincoln after that!
jeyhawkjeyhawk on March 23rd, 2006 10:46 am (UTC)
AWWWWW. Now you made me all warm and mushy inside. :0) So soft and sweet and perfect.

Thanks for sharing. :0)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 23rd, 2006 04:13 pm (UTC)
Now you made me all warm and mushy inside. :0) So soft and sweet and perfect.
Thank you :D

Hope it helps take the sting out of Monday night a little bit. Ouch!
The Good, The Bad and The Lanathelana on March 23rd, 2006 01:05 pm (UTC)
Actually I appreciated the aorund stuff much more than the porn in this case.

Particularly:

“I’m not touching that one at all,” Michael says.

Something I can just totally see.

There’s a slight swagger in his stride that seems new to Lincoln, but it fits with the hat—and he likes it.

Made me grin big time while trying to visualize it.

But the despair is all wrong for this man who survived hardship and abandonment and loss while keeping his optimism burning inside.

Probably my favorite part of the fic.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on March 23rd, 2006 04:16 pm (UTC)
Something I can just totally see.
Yeah-- Lincoln and his women. Blot it out!

Made me grin big time while trying to visualize it.
Funny and sexy all at once. :)

But the despair is all wrong for this man who survived hardship and abandonment and loss while keeping his optimism burning inside.
It really strikes me that in particular, the TOPIC of Michael's tattoos is very unlike his basic spirit. And it's going to give off the wrong impression of him forever, which is kind of ... ouch.

But that Lincoln sees -- and appreciates-- Michael's optimism and persistence is a wonderful thing.
Are we back to hos over bros?: Michaelmadlissa_bear on March 23rd, 2006 03:44 pm (UTC)
Now he can finally see it. Angels and Devils and lost innocence and destruction, against a backdrop of eternal, sinister hills. It’s beautiful and stark and so very like and unlike his brother.

I love the paragraph that includes and follows those lines.

The shower scene? Not only is it hot, but it's sweet and you can feel their happiness at being able to be together and you can feel that it was a long time coming.

And I love the ending. This is beautiful.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 23rd, 2006 04:21 pm (UTC)
I love the paragraph that includes and follows those lines.
Thanks! It covers a lot of the strange contrast between what Michael would now look like compared to who he really IS inside, and they really are so different.

The shower scene? Not only is it hot, but it's sweet and you can feel their happiness at being able to be together and you can feel that it was a long time coming.
This was partly for you, too-- hope you liked it! And it wasn't too explicit, which I know can get over the edge for you. But there was lots of attention to the happiness/joy/relaxation, which is nice.

So glad you liked this one. Thank you!
(no subject) - lissa_bear on March 23rd, 2006 04:47 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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dragon9maiden on March 23rd, 2006 07:13 pm (UTC)
All of your fics are so well written. This one is no exception. There is always a strong emotional undercurrent beneath the stormy sexual scenes. This fiction is absolutely mesmorizing and achingly beautiful.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 23rd, 2006 08:32 pm (UTC)
All of your fics are so well written. This one is no exception. There is always a strong emotional undercurrent beneath the stormy sexual scenes.
Thank you so much. That is wonderful to hear.

Really, the emotions tend to guide the sex more than the other way around for me. And here, they guide the whole second half of this story.

This fiction is absolutely mesmorizing and achingly beautiful.
*Sigh* Music to my ears. Thank you :D
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dawnstarrising: Linc and Michdawnstarrising on March 23rd, 2006 07:43 pm (UTC)
*Sigh*
Beautiful and dreamy......

Not to mention god damn HOT!

Loved it.

Dawn xx
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 23rd, 2006 08:33 pm (UTC)
Re: *Sigh*
Beautiful and dreamy......
Not to mention god damn HOT!

Thank you! I'm glad it appeals on both counts.

And it's nice to create hotness without always being terribly explicit too. This one is more about the tenderness, and relief, than anything. :)
Kimberley: PB: by everlynlampshade_days on March 23rd, 2006 10:00 pm (UTC)
For some reason the idea of Michael in a wig and cowboy hat makes me giggle like mad. I almost kind of want to see a picture of that.

Whee, shower sex! You were right about this cheering me up. *chuckles* I love the part where Lincoln is really looking at Michael's tattoo, analyzing it. Beautiful.



The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slash by tinamishihalfshellvenus on March 24th, 2006 01:04 am (UTC)
For some reason the idea of Michael in a wig and cowboy hat makes me giggle like mad. I almost kind of want to see a picture of that.
I could see it being kind of cute ;) But more to the point, not looking a lot like the Michael we know...

Whee, shower sex! You were right about this cheering me up.
Doesn't that just solve everything? So much easier in m/m slash than in het for showersex to make both partners happy, though.

I love the part where Lincoln is really looking at Michael's tattoo, analyzing it. Beautiful.
Thank you :D When you really look at what's on it, and you think about who Michael is... those images are rather jarring. They are much darker than Michael himself is, inside.
mooyoo: WM & DPmooyoo on March 24th, 2006 07:44 am (UTC)
Ah, very nice, nice and happy - just what we all need right now :) Love the disguises.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on March 24th, 2006 05:33 pm (UTC)
Puts you in a better mood, eh?

Yes, I now have kidFluff and slashFluff for this week, to go with darkLincoln and the crummy mood that episode left me in.

Love the disguises.
All part of the planning ;)

Really, in a multi-media age, it's MUCH harder to 'disappear' into any part of the world than it used to be. Gives Michael a chance to kid around, too. :D
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: wetMichaelhalfshellvenus on March 24th, 2006 08:35 pm (UTC)
the kisses (more kisses please!)
I try to keep them coming :D They're my favorite part of pretty much everything-- in virtually any fandom slash.

I can see the look on Linc's face as he said it, a look from the depth of his soul, that says "I love you Michael".
Yes-- because even underneath the important words he's already saying, that's the larger underlying message.

So glad you enjoyed this one :D
Valerie: Simon and River Tam 2galadrielriver on March 25th, 2006 04:14 am (UTC)
ohhh...that was very very good.

I'd type something better but my brain is a pile of goo right now.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: wetMichaelhalfshellvenus on March 25th, 2006 06:22 am (UTC)
I'd type something better but my brain is a pile of goo right now.

That means my work here is done, for now. ;)

Glad you enjoyed it-- thank you!
Becbecisvolatile on March 27th, 2006 06:42 am (UTC)
Shower!sex? My ovaries just exploded. I think I need a shower now, to do away with all my very dirty thoughts.

Nice. So very very nice.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: DominicSexyhalfshellvenus on March 27th, 2006 06:48 am (UTC)
Ooh, I see you used a wetMichael as your seal of approval here ;)

Shower!sex? My ovaries just exploded. I think I need a shower now, to do away with all my very dirty thoughts.
showerSex is soooo hot, especially with a pairing like these two. All these stories in my other fandom (Supernatural) of the brothers taking cold showers to drive away thoughts just makes me think that if I were one of those guys, I would use that shower to better advantage :D Drive away the thoughts by quieting the need, so to speak.

So very glad you like this. Rather than responding with my own wetMichael, I will raise you a sexyLincoln (with the hair of the future).
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