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03 July 2006 @ 10:55 pm
Prison Break Slash FanFiction: A New Beginning  
Title: A New Beginning
Author: HalfshellVenus
Pairing: Lincoln/Michael (slash, slight AU)
Rating: R
Summary: Post-Escape, established relationship. The journey south continues after a new form of relationship has begun.
Author’s Notes: Written for lissa_bear's birthday, this covers both romance and Water Sex (she wanted water sex ages ago). This continues in the “Shape of Freedom” universe, which is AU in that Lincoln and Michael escape from Fox River by themselves and begin journeying south. This follows after "Riding Out The Storm" in this larger series. Also written for fanfic100, where I have the slash pairing of Lincoln and Michael. This is for prompt #29, "Birth."

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In the calendar of days since their escape, the seventh night was spent by a river.

They had driven twelve hours that day, until their bones ached against the car seats. Finally, they stopped to pitch a tent above the river bank on a quiet stretch of road..

“Why not closer to the water?” Lincoln had asked.

“Flash flood,” Michael responded. As usual, he had done his homework.

The water was a little muddy after yesterday’s storm, but still cool and inviting in contrast to the heat.

“We can swim in it though, right?” Lincoln asked.

“Yeah,” Michael reassured him. “Just don’t swallow.” Lincoln looked so flummoxed at that phrasing that Michael burst out laughing. “I mean, you know—the water,” he said.

They finished setting up their campsite, getting the basics out of the way. Michael scrubbed a few clothes in the river and hung them up on a makeshift clothesline while Lincoln gathered wood for the fire they’d need later.

And then their clothes were shed like shackles as the lure of liquid drew them in.

God, it felt so good to be wet all over. To sink into the cool, swirling sweep of rejuvenation after so many days of unbearable heat.

Michael splashed the water up over his arms and chest, enjoying the relief from the sunlight baking his skin. He watched his brother sink down and sit in the shallows, the river gathering and eddying around him in whirlpool fashion. Lincoln became one with the water, leaning back into its cleansing caress. His smile was completely relaxed, soothing Michael like a forgotten memory returning from the past.

Michael sat down beside him, realizing that he would never have thought of something so simple himself. This was perfect— just sitting here, enjoying the river so effortlessly. It was glorious, this tranquility and delicious, slipping softness.

“What are you smiling at?” Lincoln’s eyes had opened enough to see the quiet happiness on Michael’s face.

“You,” Michael answered.

“Me?” Lincoln asked. “Why?”

“It’s just nice to see you having a good time. You haven’t had a lot of opportunity to do that.”

Lincoln laughed. “Isn’t that the truth.” He put his arm around Michael’s shoulder, pulling him over for a hug. “Just being out here is a miracle in itself.” He leaned against his brother, eyes drifting up to the sky. Occasional clouds lay unmoving against the glare of blue, frozen in place by the stillness of the air. “I feel like a new person out here, like I’m getting a chance to start everything over.”

“You are,” Michael said softly. “And so am I. We can’t be ourselves anymore, not with the way things sit. But that means we can invent who we want to be, creating ourselves as we go.”

“It’d be great not to be such a fuck-up this time around.” Lincoln smiled wryly. “I could hardly do a worse job than I did before.”

Michael looked over at him, thinking how many times he’d heard that in the last few years. “Not everything you did was bad, Lincoln,” he said. “I’m proof of that, if you need a reminder.”

“I still managed to drag you down with me.” Lincoln would not look at Michael then, at the evidence of where his choices had led them. “No matter how hard I tried, it still happened.”

Michael put a firm hand on Lincoln’s arm, drawing his attention back to him. “I’m here by choice,” Michael said. “And that’s all that matters. I would never have been happy again if you weren’t here too.”

“There has to be more to your life than me,” Lincoln said.

“Not anything more important than you. That’s what family’s all about.”

Lincoln smiled sadly, but he reached over and hugged Michael all the same. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured.

“You made me,” Michael answered. “So if anyone does, it’s you.”

Lincoln laughed, bound by Michael’s logic yet again. He cupped a hand around Michael’s face, stroking his thumb over those gentle lips and following it with a kiss.

Michael felt that forbidden touch jolt straight through his body, enslaving him with his own desperately buried desire. He could not fully believe Lincoln wanted this too, and each altered moment was a gift he neither expected nor hoped to have again. He kissed softly in return, never pushing or presuming, and waited to see where things would lead. The increased pressure on his lips, the caressing of his face and the movement against his mouth, gave him his answer. He kissed more passionately, his response both acknowledgement and welcome. And Lincoln fell into it, swiftly, surely, his whole body joining in with a lifetime of confidence behind it.

Lincoln guided Michael backwards until he was lying down, his face above the water and the rest of him gradually submerged. The stroke of Lincoln’s hand down a path from shoulder to groin made Michael gasp, and his mouth opened to Lincoln’s as he drowned in the sensation of sharp-edged need. Michael shifted under Lincoln’s hand, then stilled against the reminder of rocks below him. His reached for Lincoln’s hip, holding on with no coherent purpose. He wanted it closer, wanted Lincoln closer, wanted him just there as Lincoln rubbed him into a climax that shocked him with its speed.

Michael lay there breathless, quieting under Lincoln’s languorous touch. Looking into Lincoln’s eyes, he found himself held fast in their tender regard. It was too good to be believed, too amazing to be real. Yet it was there. It was his. And it meant more than any words he could ever summon.

He drew Lincoln down for another kiss, turning and repositioning him as he moved Lincoln onto his back. He started slower than Lincoln, tracing that broad chest under the water, sweeping his hand across the planes of Lincoln’s stomach. He moved his hand lower, just next to but not touching the part of Lincoln that ached for him. Pressing a languid half-circle above and over to the other side, he teased Lincoln with his hand and appeased him with his kiss. Finally, a brush across the middle brought forth the satisfaction of Lincoln bucking up into that moment of promise. Michael rubbed with deliberate care, arousing in one moment, and cupping his hand in the next to force the flow of water against Lincoln’s most sensitive spots.

He pulled his head back a moment just to watch what he was doing to his brother. Lincoln’s head tilted back with the progression of arousal, his cheeks flushed under those wet, dark lashes. Michael focused his attentions, and Lincoln writhed and quickened his breathing. It was so entrancing, so fluid, this moment of holding Lincoln on the brink—in and out of the water, held between the past and the unknown future.

When Michael leaned down to kiss him again, moving into hard and skillful strokes, Lincoln arched up in surrender as the river washed away all traces and sounds of his release.

Michael shifted down to lay his head against Lincoln’s chest, listening to the falling rhythms of Lincoln’s heart and the leap and splash of the water surrounding them both.

It was so peaceful here, a lull in their journey as the sense of hurrying got put aside.

They had crossed over, from outrunning the past to beginning the present, transitioning from fugitive to forgotten as they drove down Mexico to their destination in a country beyond.

It was a new life that awaited them—where the only constant they took with them was the unchanging aspect of their inescapable devotion.

It was a home not yet found.

It was a future not yet discovered.


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The Good, The Bad and The Lana: big smile happy sarathelana on July 4th, 2006 06:57 am (UTC)
the unchanging aspect of their inescapable devotion.

*giggles* ;p

Sigh, Michael's reciprocating was particularly gorgeous. Is it just me or is *on the whole* The Shape of Freedom 'verse the one with slightly more poetics?
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 4th, 2006 07:00 am (UTC)
inescapable devotion.
It's my Manifesto! :D

Is it just me or is *on the whole* The Shape of Freedom 'verse the one with slightly more poetics?
I honestly don't know. I think "Like Silk And Satin," and some of the Gen pieces, are highly poetic.

But it's not that well planned-out, unfortunately. I had such a hard time getting this story to move along (I started the idea for it back at the beginning of April). Finally, in wanting to finish it for Elissa, I went back and read its predecessors in the series to pick up the mood again. That actually worked (thank god). So, this is the result. Which does have both the slash and the emotion, so Yay! :0
(no subject) - thelana on July 4th, 2006 07:08 am (UTC) (Expand)
I'm for wine and the embrace of questionable womenmissyjack on July 4th, 2006 12:58 pm (UTC)
Just. Beautiful.
So sensual and intimate and I adore the images of rebirth here.

*tucks fic under my pillow*
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 4th, 2006 07:36 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, missyjack!

The "rebirth" theme (and revisiting the predecessors) was what finally kicked this one into gear for me (after starting it in the April-ish time frame). This story was so stubborn-- I almost gave up on it!

Glad it turned out after all. Sensual is my favorite p0rn, although "hot" is nice as well. :)
Are we back to hos over bros?: MichaelLincHug!lissa_bear on July 4th, 2006 04:59 pm (UTC)
*happy sigh* Thank you!

This line: “You made me,” Michael answered. “So if anyone does, it’s you.”
I love! And Lincoln's reaction to it.

And another perfectly poetic ending. You never cease to amaze me with how beautifully you manage to wrap everything up. And this piece fits wonderfully with the others.

Again, thank you!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 4th, 2006 07:38 pm (UTC)
*happy sigh* Thank you!
You are so welcome! I hope it was worthy, of both you and your spirit. :)

And this piece fits wonderfully with the others.
Yay! Re-reading the others was how I finally got a hook on the tone for this one. It had really been eluding me. :0

Many happy returns, and I hope you have a wonderful year ahead of you!
The Grammarian about whom your mother warned you.acostilow on July 4th, 2006 05:16 pm (UTC)
The imagery is lovely in this, and the love and need is fantastic, and stuff. I'm still not watching the show. :D

*hugs* Lovely, lovely job.
The Good, The Bad and The Lana: big smile happy sarathelana on July 4th, 2006 05:28 pm (UTC)
One day we will brainwash you into watching at least one episode. English Fitz and Percy maybe. Or Riots.
(no subject) - halfshellvenus on July 4th, 2006 07:41 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB Final Hughalfshellvenus on July 5th, 2006 08:08 pm (UTC)
And the love making...? Perfect too.
Yay! That part always needs to work, or the porn is dead in the water (no pun intended here). Which here, really is more love-making than basic porn.

but I found it very hot, very very erotic in that forbidden sort of way.
Yay again! Squee!

Again, a beyond gorgeous emotionally charged visual.
Well I'm glad the ending worked out too. It was so hard getting this one written, although catching the mood again from the previous chapter really helped. This is a less angst-ish universe than my other M/L stuff, so it has its own playfulness and is slightly fluffier than the "Paradise" Universe, for instance. Sometimes, fluff is good. :) You know, for balance. ;)

PamalaX: Mikeovershldrpamalax on July 7th, 2006 02:26 am (UTC)
Warm, Sensual, and tender! VERY NICE!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 7th, 2006 04:55 am (UTC)
Thank you, Pamala! I really like "sensual" in this type of fic-- occasionally I go for the down & dirty, but... not really known for that.

This particular 'verse is kind of fluffy, which is a nice change as well. :0
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mooyoo: M/L - WM & DPmooyoo on July 7th, 2006 06:25 am (UTC)
Oh, very pretty. I love the fics in this series, there's something so calm and lovely and happy about each of them.

“There has to be more to your life than me,” Lincoln said.

Mmm, perfect, something that needs to be address (on the show, in fic, whatever) - Michael has given up everything for Lincoln, and there's no way that Lincoln can really be everything for Michael in return. I really see Michael responding this way, saying something like "but you are the most important thing to me" and Lincoln letting it go for now, but not quite accepting that. (I actually have almost the exact same line in a fic I'm writing :p)

Lincoln guided Michael backwards until he was lying down, his face above the water and the rest of him gradually submerged.

Heh, this reminds me of thelana's manip with the two of them in the ocean. Such nice imagery :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 7th, 2006 05:40 pm (UTC)
there's something so calm and lovely and happy about each of them.
:) This is kind of the fluffy post-escape universe. More playful and light-hearted than the "Paradise" Universe. It's nice to have the different flavors, actually-- helps motivate me not to make everything heavy and angsty (thelana will probably die if she reads that).

and Lincoln letting it go for now, but not quite accepting that. (I actually have almost the exact same line in a fic I'm writing :p)
Yes-- I don't think Lincoln ever intended to be Michael's everything. Quite the opposite. I think he always tried to set Michael up with the tools to escape him, and all the mistakes/failures/background he sees himself representing. (Gee, that's a depressing thought. But I think there's truth in it).

Heh, this reminds me of thelana's manip with the two of them in the ocean. Such nice imagery :)
Hah! That did not even occur to me, and it really should have. Leaky.Brain.Syndrom. :0

Glad you liked this one, mooyoo. I think I need an ocean-sex one down the road (maybe the "Paradise" Universe) just so I can use thelana's picture for that. ;)
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meta ramble of the day - thelana on July 8th, 2006 05:37 am (UTC) (Expand)
alejandrasophia on July 7th, 2006 06:45 am (UTC)
So tender. I love it. <3
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 7th, 2006 05:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! :) Sometimes "tender" is just the perfect mood for me, so it's always nice when other people like it too. :)
(no subject) - alejandrasophia on July 7th, 2006 09:49 pm (UTC) (Expand)
poisontaster on July 7th, 2006 06:46 am (UTC)
Very poetical. I really liked the thread of both rebirth and renewal running through it. It has just the right note of hopefulness and possibility.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 7th, 2006 05:44 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Erin!

I really liked the thread of both rebirth and renewal running through it. It has just the right note of hopefulness and possibility.
Those themes really kick-started this story from its dormant state (where it lay since April). But it seemed a perfect place for them-- and for knowing what you leave behind and deciding that in some sense, maybe that isn't a bad thing. There's a lot of baggage behind these two, aside from the threats of being killed or re-imprisoned.

It would be such a huge relief to think you might leave any part of that behind...
dragon9maiden on July 8th, 2006 12:12 am (UTC)
Love the water porn! Ever seen the Zumantiy show from Cirque du Soleil? Your fic reminds of me of a sensual act between two actors in a large champagne glass. Interesting point of river washing away "all traces and sound of his release". In a way, the sex / intimate act becomes almost like an aquatic dance devoid of speech and sound.

I also like that this fic has no actual intercourse--they just climaxed with some passionate touching. I do believe that if two people are in love with each other, intercourse is merely the icing on the cake which may be optional for some.

I am sure this fic would inspire a "wet dream" or two among your loyal fans!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on July 8th, 2006 01:06 am (UTC)
Your fic reminds of me of a sensual act between two actors in a large champagne glass
I haven't seen it, but this sounds really intriguing!

In a way, the sex / intimate act becomes almost like an aquatic dance devoid of speech and sound.
Oh, I love that description of it. It's rather like merging with the water and each other, and awareness of anything else slips away...

they just climaxed with some passionate touching.
It's interesting-- to me (perhaps because of being female), all forms of passion that lead to climax are important. In fact, for women, intercourse may be the least sexually satisfying act (though emotionally satisfying). I do like the variety, especially in porn, of seeing where things lead. Different flavors seem to bring their own richness.

I am sure this fic would inspire a "wet dream" or two among your loyal fans!
:) I hope so! It should make for some nice fantasies, if nothing else. :)

Thank you, dragon maiden!
crowleyangel on October 28th, 2007 04:53 am (UTC)
Love! Love! Love!
etherealflaim: hotetherealflaim on January 31st, 2008 01:55 am (UTC)
Lincoln smiled sadly, but he reached over and hugged Michael all the same. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured.

“You made me,” Michael answered. “So if anyone does, it’s you.”

*melts*
We don't deserve you either, Linc. Let alone you, dear Michael.

Your storytelling is beautiful, your prose anything but prosaic. I wish I could get lost in this universe of your devising! I hope the M/L universe captivates you as a writer as well and for as long as it will continue to entrance your readers. Nobody should ever have to live without your awe-inspiring fiction.

~EF