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26 August 2008 @ 07:58 pm
Prison Break - Kaleidoscope (5/9)  
Title: Kaleidoscope (5/9)
Author: clair_de_lune
Characters: Sucre, Michael, Lincoln
Genre: Slash
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~ 980
Warnings: Slash
Summary: It happens during one the rare moments when the three of them, Michael, Burrows and him, are alone in the guards’ break room.


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Sucre

It happens during one the rare moments when the three of them, Michael, Burrows and him, are alone in the guards’ break room. For some reason, the tension between the Fish and his brother has been tangible since early that morning, to such an extent that Abruzzi dropped a couple of snarky comments; it’s only when Abruzzi leaves the room with T-Bag that the gloves are off, though. Nothing spectacular, just a few ironic, dry sentences traded between the two of them, atypical enough to draw Sucre’s attention – usually, Michael’s tone stays even and Lincoln just grumbles or grouses whatever he has to say. Very soon, they’re standing nose to nose, their voices barely an exasperated and hissing murmur as the discussion gets harsher. Michael grits his teeth, Lincoln clenches his fists. To each his own weapons, Sucre assumes.

In the presence of other people, they always show a united front, a smooth façade. Yet, sometimes, Sucre can see things he isn’t supposed to see. Things that, he’s almost certain, others don’t notice. He was the only witness of Michael’s despondency when, on a couple of occasions, his damn plan very nearly took a bad turn. He was the only witness of Lincoln’s panic at the end of the riots. Sure, everybody saw, but he was the only one to actually realize, when Sink gripped his jaw and looked him in the eye, how much dread lay under his anger and impatience.

Sucre wonders whether he should feel flattered or insulted that they don’t make a bigger deal of his presence. Inspiring trust is one thing, but they’re in jail for God’s sake, and he can’t help thinking that arousing a bit more of wariness would be...

He doesn’t have the time to dwell on that thought. The clash reaches his paroxysm when Lincoln throws something about acting for the wrong reasons. When he sees the expression on Michael’s face, he tries to apologize and clutches Michael’s arm. Spitting an angry “Go to Hell!” (and Sucre thinks that, really, this is not the kind of thing to tell to a death row inmate), Michael spins on his heels, grabs Sucre by the nape of his neck and kisses him. On the mouth. Tongue and everything because Sucre had the bad, bad idea to open his mouth to protest and Michael shamelessly...

He struggles. At least, as soon as he’s gathered his thoughts, he tries to shake off Michael’s embrace. Not that easy, because the Fish holds him firmly, a hand behind his head, the other in his back, and really doesn’t pay attention to Sucre’s efforts to break free.

“Mature. Really mature, Michael,” Lincoln points out, his tone heavily laden with derision. “For someone who’s supposed to be the older brother to his older brother...”

Michael disregards the remark and the kiss continues. And continues a bit more, leaving Sucre torn between an indistinct disgust and an odd curiosity. He doesn’t do this kind of thing, he’d rather sacrifice... he doesn’t know what... than allow a guy to touch him like that. Yet, even though he knows that in a couple of hours he will hate himself for it, curiosity prevails, and he closes his eyes, unclenches his jaw and lets Michael kiss him. There’s something in the way the Fish hugs and holds him, avidity and despair, that forbids him to act as he would want and should – step back and punch the man in the face.

Next to them, he can hear a curse, footsteps, and then Michael’s hands move on him, make him swirl, and he stands face to face with Lincoln.

Michael was demanding, almost aggressive; Lincoln tests delicately, almost politely, tastes and teases with a surprising kindness. All that without tearing his eyes from Michael. The crazy thought that it’s not actually him that Lincoln is kissing flashes through Sucre’s mind and he pushes it away to the best of his abilities. He really doesn’t want to think about what it means; the facts are already disturbing enough, he doesn’t need to elaborate wooly theories.

He tries to move back, to free himself, but Michael pushes into him, pushes him into Lincoln, and he’s trapped between them. Their arms snake around his shoulders, their fingers join on his neck, in his back, on his hips. He can feel one of Michael’s hands sneak down his stomach to his crotch, squeeze and stroke. There’s a reassuring “Shh, Fernando...” when he jerks, then a wet kiss in his neck. He lets out a small, absurd sound, part sigh and part protest. Lincoln smiles against his mouth and murmurs, “He’s good, huh?” Fernando screws his eyes shut and refuses to think.

It’s a noise outside of the break room that separates them. In a split second, Michael is back to his trowel, Lincoln to his paint brush. Suddenly deprived of the weird and inappropriate support they were offering him, Sucre stumbles and steps back to lean into the wall, his cheeks burning hot. He frantically wipes his face on his sleeve, coughs, spits and swears, glares at them when they look at him with amusement.

“You’re no better than T-Bag!”

“You think T-Bag would’ve been happy with sucking faces?” Lincoln says.

“Your brother touched...” He stops abruptly and raises his hands in front of him as to keep both of them away. “I don’t know what your problem is, but leave me out of this bullshit.”

Wincing, he spits one last time on the dirty floor, scratches his mouth on the back of his hands and grouses a last “Coños!” He can’t however hold in a small smile, and he turns his back to them when he sees them exchanging a complicit glance.

They show a smooth façade and make up to the expense of the people surrounding them – him, in this case, but he suspects that it’s hardly the first time they’ve joined forces like that.

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Comments are always welcome.

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amodalie: oh noamodalie on August 28th, 2008 09:25 pm (UTC)
Ha ha! I didn't see the kiss coming, neither of them, I didn't expect a 'pairing'... absolutely my fault. Had I read your header properly...

But the surprise was nice :)

Oh, poor Sucre, being trapped between the brother's strange and twisted kind of love!
Interesting to make Michael the more aggressive one whereas Linc kisses gently and delicately, but it's a good choice.

It was nice to be taken back to the good old Fox River times. The last paragraph really makes me wonder what would happen if the three of them were not in the restricted confines of the prison...:D
Clair de Lune: pb - sucreclair_de_lune on August 29th, 2008 06:40 pm (UTC)
absolutely my fault
No, mine actually ;) The header does list slash as genre, but it doesn't give any hint about pairing(s).

Interesting to make Michael the more aggressive one whereas Linc kisses gently and delicately, but it's a good choice.
Ah, well, Sucre is probably right when he thinks that Michael and Lincoln aren't actually kissing *him*... :-p

Thanks a lot for your comment. I'm gald you enjoyed this part - and the 'surprise' ;)
Maz (or foxxy!): Michael Sucretuesdaeschild on August 31st, 2008 05:29 pm (UTC)
Ooooh!! That was such a hot little scene...I adored that Sucre would have shoved anyone else away and punched the guy in the face...and his curiosity really got the better of him!!

That Lincoln was the opposite of Michael should have been surprising but it was Michael who kissed Fernando out of anger towards his brother so maybe it wasn't such a surprise...though it was lovely that big, hunky, tough Lincoln was the gentler of the two.

So he suspects that it's hardly the first time they've joined forces like that?!! Now there's a pretty image!!

I think this one's my favourite so far...except for the Lincoln one, of course...yes, I did see the belt and handcuffs!! Just got a little carried away and forgot to mention it!! Thank you, sweetheart! :)

Clair de Lune: pb - michael sucreclair_de_lune on August 31st, 2008 08:59 pm (UTC)
TBH, I'd initially written the 'threesome kiss', although quite differently, with Veronica instead of Sucre. (I still have to polish, translate and post it as a one shot.) But I wanted the beating thing in Vee's POV, and since the original prompter tends to like a bit of slashy OT3... ^_^

I do think that Lincoln can be gentle. I always resort to the same example, but folding origami cranes for his little brother? Denotes a certain kindness/thoughtfulness.

That Lincoln was the opposite of Michael should have been surprising but it was Michael who kissed Fernando out of anger towards his brother so maybe it wasn't such a surprise...
I guess poor Sucre is right, they aren't actually kissing him here, rather each other, and he's literally a middleman. Lincoln wouldn't be (too) harsh to Michael in this context. Either that or he's trying to piss him off, indirectly teasing him, go figure ;)

So he suspects that it's hardly the first time they've joined forces like that?!! Now there's a pretty image!!
I/he didn't necessarily mean in this kind of situation! *iz shocked*g*

Thanks so much for your kind feedback *hugs*
chanchito_z on September 5th, 2008 01:42 am (UTC)
tuesdaeschild was kind enough to give me a heads up on this story. I adore both M/L and M/Su so I'm also a fan of the combination of the two. I really like how you've done this from Sucre's point of view bc we get a wonderful look at the strange relationship between the brothers through his eyes. And because you did a great job of portraying Sucre's attraction to them both and the confusion he feels, it makes this little scene that much more interesting and sexy.

Um, not to be nosy, but in a comment, I noticed you mentioned a Michael/Lincoln/Veronica possibility?? I have been *begging* for that for years. And I may not have a first born to offer at your feet for it, but I'd give you a kidney or anything you'd name for that story!!
Clair de Lune: pbclair_de_lune on September 5th, 2008 09:44 pm (UTC)
The Michael/Vee/Lincoln thing... *facepalm*
Right now, all I have in the Michael/Lincoln's girlfriend department is a Michael/Lisa story. I've been dragging my feet about the M/V/L fic for months. I've written the draft, but I still need to polish it, have it beta-read, translate it, and have it beta-read again in English. It may take a while. As it is now, it's really not a big deal and I'm still pondering an alternate ending. That being said, I'd be happy to let you know (and collect the promised kidney) if I ever post it ;)

I really like how you've done this from Sucre's point of view bc we get a wonderful look at the strange relationship between the brothers through his eyes.
Sucre was a privileged observer in S1, wasn't he: even though Michael kept a lot of info from him, he got to see things that elude others.
His point of view is actually part of a larger story including a few characters' take on the brothers' relationship. I'm glad to know that it works as a one shot since I wanted the fic to make sense as a complete story as well as as individual POVs.

Um, I know how bad self-pimping sounds, but since you're here, I'm afraid I'm still going to do it, so just ignore it if it's really unwelcome: I wanted to tell you that I wrote one of your prompts at RoK a while ago.

I'm flattered that tuesdaeschild pointed you to this fic. It was a pleasure to see you here :)
chanchito_z on September 11th, 2008 03:00 am (UTC)
Well, I find Mike/Lisa incredibly intriguing, too. So I’m happy to hear you’re working on both. I’ve not been reading much fanfic at all lately, but I’m hoping (hopehopehope) someday soon, I’ll be back into reading more. And knowing that people are writing the “odd” pairings I’ve been dying for is great to know, bc it’s something encouraging to look forward to! I also hope you continue to enjoy writing all these different PB pairs -and I’m sure there are other odd-pair fans like me who do, too!

I’m so incredibly sorry I haven’t read your ROK fic! Leaving prompts and never checking back to see if kind souls have written them is just disgraceful and I totally apologize. I actually haven’t been to any coms in months, to be honest. That’s no excuse, but I hope it lets you know my not reading is certainly no reflection on your fic. And it’s certainly no self-pimp - you wrote my prompt! God love you for doing it and for leading my out-of-touch self right to it! And I look forward to reading it this weekend, I’m hoping to have time - and I need to see if anyone else wrote a prompt! How horrible of me. :(
Clair de Lune: origami - canardclair_de_lune on September 12th, 2008 03:55 pm (UTC)
The Michael/Lisa story, No Aplogies, is finished, I posted it a few months ago. If you ever feel like reading it, it's probably listed on my fic index. I wondered about the kind of relationship they might had and eventually, I wrote a whole PWP just to sneak in a few paragraphs about said relationship *sighs*

I don't write so many "odd" pairings ;) Okay, I have a Michael/Nika story somewhere, but someone asked for it *g* And an ensemble of drabbles with a bunch of unusual pairings, but it was kind of a writing exercise. Really, I'm mostly a Michael/Sara and a Michael/Lincoln girl. But every now and then, dabbling in different stuff is fun and interesting.

As for the RoK fic... Knowing that the person who left a prompt read, and hopefully enjoyed, the resulting fic is nice. I won't pretend the contrary, obviously. But my enthusiasm for PB has been quite low for over a year. Writing for this fandom is harder for me than it used to be, so I'm grateful for any prompt that can help - and yours were quite attractive ;)