Characters: Lincoln/Michael (Slash)
Summary: It was a weapon no-one could see…
Author’s Notes: Written as a drabble request for thelana, and for fanfic100 where I have the slash pairing of Lincoln and Michael. This is for prompt #37, “Sound.”
That voice would be the death of him.
It made his heart speed up when he answered the phone—always too long since the last call, too long since they’d talked. It flowed over his shoulder and down through his belly whenever it welled up behind him unexpectedly. He was a slave to its sound, to the way it made him feel.
It was a weapon no-one could see, concealed until his brother spoke.
Lincoln could own any room he entered, his presence coiled danger or smoldering sensuality. He was magnetic, all pheremones and animal attraction. And still his voice had a power all its own.
It was deep, soft-edged, all velvet-hammer strength and intent.
And Michael should not, could not—dared not—respond the way his melting soul desired.
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