[Fic] Prison Break: One hundred and fifty-four.

[clex_monkie89]

Title: One hundred and fifty-four.
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13/R
Fandom(s): Prison Break
Pairing: Lincoln/Michael
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real.
Prompt: 72 - Fixed
Summary: Rule number one hundred and fifty-four says Lincoln must kiss it and make it better.
Author's notes: This would not be possible without jeyhawk or mooyoo's help. Especially the ending. And? As usual this is all thelana's fault: she suggested the bunny to begin with.



Lincoln has to kiss it and make it better.

"I'm so sorry."

"You didn't do anything."

"Exactly."

"Lincoln…"

"I'll make it up to you."

~~~~

Lincoln's hands ran over his brother's biceps, the thumb on his right hand ghosting over the thrice-stitched patch on the inside of Michael's arm. It was his fault and he knew it, Sucre had told him how Michael had cut open his own flesh and dug out the pill that saved him.

Lincoln's lips descended on his younger brother's arm and he laid a chaste kiss on the stitching, carefully and lightly as if he were afraid the wound would open again and that it would be yet another bit of pain he inflicted on his brother's life. Michael shivered slightly and Lincoln murmured an apology into his flesh before kissing it once more and moving on.

His lips dragged over the skin slowly as he made his way towards the outside shoulder in a trail of small kisses and tangled words. The path ended when Lincoln placed an open-mouthed kiss above the demon's head, an approximation of where the insulin was injected. Lincoln was overcome with a wave of nausea as he let his brain think about the possible damage Michael may have done to himself while pretending to be sick.

As if he knew what his brother was thinking Michael's right hand, knuckles torn and still bleeding slightly, moved to cradle Lincoln's skull. Lincoln moved his free hand to grip his brother's and he squeezed his eyes shut letting out a shuddered breath.

"Lincoln." It wasn't a question, but it wasn't a statement either.

"I…" Lincoln trailed off and let out another sigh. "Never again Michael, I swear it. Never." Michael's only response was a smile that almost reached his eyes. Lincoln's attention shifted back to his ritual.

Lincoln's next stop was the angel wings that came across Michael's left side, specifically the three long feathers that laid perfectly over three long scars. He never asks how he got them or where they came from or why they are so perfectly identical and evenly spaced. One of the times he was arrested he was sent to Fox River and did a little more than a year before he was paroled. The day he was released Michael was there with some heavy-set native girl and from the way he was standing Lincoln knew something was wrong.

Lincoln's mouth traced the scars like they did all those years ago; three on the left side above the kidneys, three on the right side above the kidneys and five on each hip over the scars that may or may not have been puncture marks. Michael's breath caught in the back of his throat and his stomach tensed, muscles jumping and quaking. Lincoln left one last lingering kiss on the most brutal scar before continuing on his journey.

The harsh smell of rubbing alcohol still lingered in his mind as he approached the makeshift bandage on Michael's thigh. In his mind's eye there was no bloodied shirt held in place with duct tape; he could still see the mangled patch of flesh Michael got when he missed a step and slid down one of the steep drops in the tunnel on their way out of the prison. His hand squeezed his brother's thigh and he nuzzled the skin above the frayed tape, dropping alternating kisses here and there around the bruised flesh.

His hand dragged slowly down the underside of Michael's leg, tracing along the rises and dips, following down the calf muscle and over the ankle before coming to a rest wrapped around his foot. He lightly stroked the bandage covering the top of the foot where Michael's toes used to be before Abruzzi and his thugs viciously took two of them away. Sometimes it's all he can do not to break the man's skull open for what he caused. As he kissed the bandage Lincoln thought about how oddly appropriate it was that Abruzzi chose the toes instead of the fingers for once, Michael's toes have had a death-wish since he broke his big toe the first time when he was three. Since then they've been stepped on, stomped on, run over, broken, crushed, and on one occasion split open bad enough to require surgery to fix them. Really it was only a matter of time.

Lincoln started his climb back up Michael's body dropping the odd kiss here and there.

A soft kiss to the spot on The Tattoo where the angel's wings sprout from his back.

Another kiss where the demon gripped the angel's wing.

Another at the spot where the demon's other hand grips its sword.

Next he mouthed along Michael's collarbone leaving a path of open, wet kisses in his wake. Lincoln ventured across the base of his brother's throat and up his neck, smiling as Michael spread his legs wider to let him settle more comfortably. Lincoln shifted his weight and guided Michael so that they would both be more comfortable; Lincoln's weight on one bent forearm with the other behind Michael's neck, supporting his head, hand clenched near the shoulder. Michael's right arm found it's way around Lincoln's neck and his left settled for staying outstretched at his side after several unsuccessful attempts at resting it comfortably anywhere else.

Lincoln nibbled along Michael's jaw towards his ear, leaving behind small saliva-wet welts. The muscles in Michael's hurt arm started to jump and Lincoln quickly rearranged his limbs pulling the arm that was under his brother's neck back to use as support for the rest of his body.

He kissed Michael's forehead above his left eyebrow; directly on the thin light scar there. His eyes saw the marred flesh even and his brain told him there was no permanent damage done; all Michael really got was a small cut that didn't even need a single stitch.

Haywire. That whole piece of shit thing was his fault too; he should have known better than to let Michael pull that stupid test. If he had just trusted Sucre, or trusted Michael's character judgment, then Haywire never would've been moved into Michael's cell and he never would've attacked Michael.

"Lincoln."

"I'm so--"

"You didn't do anything and you didn't not do anything," Michael declared as he sat up and pushed Lincoln back onto the ground. "Stop feeling so sorry for yourself all the time." Michael laid down and nudged his head underneath Lincoln's chin, inhaling deeply.

"I'm not feeling sorry for myself," Lincoln denied as he wrapped an arm around his brother. "It's all my fault. If I didn't fuck you up so badly--"

"Contrary to what you may think the whole world does not, in fact, revolve around you." Lincoln let out a huff of laughter and squirmed as Michael's leg hitched over his hips and his fingers glided down his side.

"Didn't you get an upper-body tattoo, rob a bank, get thrown in prison and ruin your entire life just to get me out?"

"Don't flatter yourself; it was Monday, I was bored." Lincoln cracked his neck as he felt a thumb dig into his collarbone. After twenty years Lincoln had gotten used to all of Michael's random idiosyncrasies and possessive touches but the obsession with his collarbone never got old.

"Michael… I…" Lincoln stuttered out. He had never been very good with words, Michael always said there was an "interrupted signal" in his brain that made his words mismatch with his thoughts. Lincoln always said Michael thought to much.

"Two sixty-four. Those keys got thrown away a long time ago, you don't have to make anything up to me."

A genuine smile came across Lincoln's face.

"I know I don't have to, but it's fun."

Comments

[thelana.livejournal.com]

*sighs happily*

I love the way it flows, especially near the end.

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I had real trouble with the ending until mooyoo helped me out. In fact? Lemme go edit the post to reflect that.

[smidgy06.livejournal.com]

*drools*

Dude. GUH. *whimpers and wobbles*


...I don't have words. Just flailing and spazzing and drooling.

You're nice.

[thelana.livejournal.com]

Your icon = AU story waiting to happen.

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I was really worried about this one; it was a stubborn mule towards the end.

[veradeath.livejournal.com]

I absolutely loved this. Linc is just so...I have no words. I love to see plot bunnies find homes. You are awesome. And I concur with thelana on the AU fic thing.

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Yay! Thank you so much for this! I'm happy you liked Linc, he has a special place in my heart and I wanted to do him justice.

[mooyoo.livejournal.com]

Yay! Loved it. Really really lovely, especially the way it flows together (to steal thelana's comment). Liked at the beginning Lincoln feeling sick at the thought of Michael getting sick from the PUGNAc and insulin.

"Don't flatter yourself; it was Monday, I was bored." Lincoln cracked his neck as he felt a thumb dig into his collarbone. After twenty years Lincoln had gotten used to all of Michael's random idiosyncrasies and possessive touches but the obsession with his collarbone never got old.

Loved this whole paragraph a lot, both the humor and the slight darkness that sits behind all of the words exchanged. The ending works so well, love love love.

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Yay! Loved it. Really really lovely, especially the way it flows together (to steal thelana's comment).

Dude, if it weren't for your help and idea the ending would have been... much different and probably a lot less... flowy.

Liked at the beginning Lincoln feeling sick at the thought of Michael getting sick from the PUGNAc and insulin.

Lincoln is a protective older brother; we learned that much in "Riots, the drill and the devil" and to me that makes me think that he'd be seriously unhappy at Michael doing something like that to himself.

Loved this whole paragraph a lot, both the humor and the slight darkness that sits behind all of the words exchanged. The ending works so well, love love love.

That little exchange there was my favorite part of the fic. :D To me it just says a lot about the boys and how they think/treat each other. I'm glad you like the ending babe!

[neverendingview.livejournal.com]

mmm... I love you.

Michael's toes have had a death-wish since he broke his big toe the first time when he was three. Since then they've been stepped on, stomped on, run over, broken, crushed, and on one occasion split open bad enough to require surgery to fix them. Really it was only a matter of time.


IT seems so true, especially Michael's scars. The boy has 'accident prone' written all over him. Which is generally not a good trait in a civil engineer, nor when breaking out a prison.

"Don't flatter yourself; it was Monday, I was bored."

*giggles* I love the change of tide, especially with the mental picture it paints.

Lincoln always said Michael thought to much.


This line is always in L/M fics, but it always brings a smile to my face, because it's true. Mmmph...*melts once more* The snuggling and touching is amazing, it's almost as if they're going in slow motion to savour their time together.

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

mmm... I love you.

Thank you babe! I love you too for commenting!

IT seems so true, especially Michael's scars. The boy has 'accident prone' written all over him. Which is generally not a good trait in a civil engineer, nor when breaking out a prison.

Poor woobie, he's just made to be beaten isn't he?

*giggles* I love the change of tide, especially with the mental picture it paints.

Thank you! I was hoping it wouldn't seem to sudden.

This line is always in L/M fics, but it always brings a smile to my face, because it's true.

I almost didn't want to put it in becaus it's cliched but then I figured, hey, it's a cliche for a reason. It's true.

Mmmph...*melts once more* The snuggling and touching is amazing, it's almost as if they're going in slow motion to savour their time together.

Neither of them seem to be very touchy-feely with anyone much in general (Poor Michael looked so confused for a few seconds the first time Sucre hugged him) except each other, my mind just kinda took off from there.

[tyrical.livejournal.com]

The tenderness shines through out this piece.

Lincoln struggling so hard to make up for everything that Michael has done for him. As if he can't believe that any one person would sacrifice so much of themselves for him. He knows he's not worth it. He knows that he'll never be able to say thank you enough.

Yet, he'll keep trying all the same and Michael will keep telling him to get over himself.

Cause that ability of Lincoln's to keep trying is the reason why Michael would do it all over again. Because Lincoln will keep trying.

Lovely work. Excellent insight into Michael and Lincoln's characters. Lovely expression of thier relationship. Very emotional yet subtle, bringing an expression of realness that is not easy to achieve.

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for the comment!

I'm actually really happy with how this turned out, I was a bit distressed back when I got stuck towards the middle of this because it started to vear in a different direction then I wanted it to go, luckily I managed to pull it back on course with some help.

Thank you for taking the time to comment!

[fiddleyoumust.livejournal.com]

This fic did things to my insides. I will never be able to look at them the same again. So freaking good. I'm so glad you finished it.

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

This fic did things to my insides. I will never be able to look at them the same again.

I hope it did good things and not "spring a bad leak" things.

So freaking good. I'm so glad you finished it.

Thank you and thank you! I'm glad I finished it too, it took a while but I did it!

[dirtandweeds.livejournal.com]

ooooOOO - Very nice. I love this whole sequence.

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Thanks babe, I'm glad you liked it!

[ferrynheit.livejournal.com]

Yay, elaboration! I never commented on your other fic, Difference Between a Rule and Law (I think) *is ashamed* but I loved that one! It was so much fun to read!

And this... just wow. The imagery is delicious. :) And the intimacy behind it all is just so... *sigh* Okay, and I suddenly just pictured them in a hammock together... strange. Anyway, wonderfully done! I will steal this line too and say that it flowed really well. And it's got a bit of humor too! I love the infusion of humor into an otherwise humorless fic. And I don't mean humorless in any negative sense, just a fic that's in some other genre, like romance/suspense/action/etc. Whatever, I'm bad with words.

Oh, and I love your running descriptions of the tattoo. Did you study lots of pictures of shirtless!Michael for those parts? That sort of research is always fun! :)

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Yay, elaboration! I never commented on your other fic, Difference Between a Rule and Law (I think) *is ashamed* but I loved that one! It was so much fun to read!

Ah, but you're commenting now and that makes up for the last time.

And this... just wow. The imagery is delicious. :) And the intimacy behind it all is just so... *sigh*

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it!

Anyway, wonderfully done! I will steal this line too and say that it flowed really well.

Thank you, it's a very popular way to describe this but it makes me happy nonetheless; I was real afraid that the end would seem kinda... stapled on.

I love the infusion of humor into an otherwise humorless fic.

Thank you and I know exactly what you mean, don't worry I'm really bad with words too. :P Proven by the way I typed that sentence the first time.

Oh, and I love your running descriptions of the tattoo. Did you study lots of pictures of shirtless!Michael for those parts? That sort of research is always fun! :)

Yes, yes I did. I actually had two of my hi-res Tattoo pics up while doing this because I wanted to make sure I did it right and didn't just name random parts of the tattoo.

[lissa-bear.livejournal.com]

Yay! So glad you finished it! It was well worth the wait! I loved it! I promise I'll come back and leave a more coherent comment later.

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Woo-hoo! Happy you like it!

And? You're back!!!! *Hugs* How was Mexico?

[halfshellvenus.livejournal.com]

Sorry to be so very long overdue in reading this one. This was what thelana wanted-- slashy, tender worshipping of every wound and scar and hurt Michael got along the way. Funny that I was writing a Gen one at the same time, and didn't even know you were doing this one.

I really liked this one, for the touches of humor probably more than anything even though the tone is so sweet and lovely throughout.

But I just can't resist things like Michael's toes have had a death-wish since he broke his big toe the first time when he was three. Since then they've been stepped on, stomped on, run over, broken, crushed, and on one occasion split open bad enough to require surgery to fix them. Really it was only a matter of time.

because Heh!

and "Don't flatter yourself; it was Monday, I was bored."

I mean really. That last one just kills me :)

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Sorry to be so very long overdue in reading this one.

It's okay sweetie, I get RL too, it's been like a week and a half sine I've read anything over drabble-length.

Funny that I was writing a Gen one at the same time, and didn't even know you were doing this one.

I totally love when things like that happen; when like two or three people accidently write their own versions of pretty much the same thing, it's totally awesome because you see it how their mind does. That may not make sense but I'm up on like six hours of sleep with sleeping pils still in my system.

because Heh!

Michael seemed to be the kind kid to get hurt a whole lot jus because he didn't pay attention much; and the toe thing called out to me.

I mean really. That last one just kills me :)

That's actually my favorite part of the story, I'm very happy with how it came out.

[particlesofgale.livejournal.com]

Ah, Lincoln worships Michael... very
beautiful, very gentle imagery and
feelings.

Debbie

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed this!

[decayd-matter.livejournal.com]

Wow. < 3

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[alistra.livejournal.com]

You see, the benefit of only finding your PB fiction now, is that I have a whole load of stories to work through, successfully tiding me over the dire days between episodes. :D

I really liked this one too. Oh Winchesters, what have you done to me that I smile happily at the idea of incest? *lol*

SPN has corrupted me. Somehow I can't be mad at it for that. :D

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

SPN and PB man, the incest is just BARELY not-canon.

Thank you so much for commenting and I'm glad that you enjoyed this!