Fic: Sona

[serafina20]

Fic: Sona
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Michael/Mahone
Summary: Hell on earth is found at La Penitenciaría Federal de Sona.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26





"Shit!" Alex swore. He broke into a run, not after Michael, not directly, but to Raoul and Tony and the goon writhing on the ground. "Tony!"

Tony, who was pressed against the wall, wide eyed, looked at him.

"Come on."

The kid nodded and pushed away from the wall. Before he could break into a run, however, Raoul grabbed him.

"Here," Raoul said. He pushed Tony at the man, speaking in Spanish too rapid of Alex to piece together.

The man rose. Blood poured from his nose and his eyes glinted madness. He spit back a torrent of angry words, hand shooting out and wresting the bag of drugs from Raoul.

Raoul pulled it away. Thrust Tony behind him. The boy hit the wall, head connecting with a sharp crack.

Oh, that was it.

Alex was at the wall and Raoul. He pulled the other man away, used his weight to topple him over. Before the giant even had time to fully comprehend what had happened, Alex wrapped his arm around Raoul's neck and squeezed. Pulled his head back, forcing it against Alex's chest, riding out the surprised struggles until... until...

Raoul went limp. Passed out. Alex lowered him into the dirt and released. "Am I going to have a problem with you, too?" he asked, wiping sweat from his face, looking at the other man.

Blood still gushed from his nose; if Alex had to guess, he'd say it were broken. Good on Michael.

"No. I have no argument with you," the man finally said. He bent down and picked up the bag of weed. Then he turned and walked off.

Alex turned to Tony, who was looking a little dazed. "Are you okay?"

Tony blinked, his eyes hazily focusing on Alex. "Si. I'm fine."

"Good. Come on." He took Tony's arm and pulled him away from the wall, running across the yard.

"Where did Michael go?" Tony asked while they ran.

"I don't know. Probably into the sewers."

"I know how to go there."

"First we need to go back to the cell. Take what we can. Anything we can carry, got it? We're not going back."

The cell had already been ransacked when they got to it, but Michael had left behind some things that Alex still thought they could use. He grabbed a sack from under the bed and stuff it with whatever was sharp, edible, or wearable. Tony did the same, concentrating on water, and they ran off again. Tony led Alex to the bathrooms.

"Here."

A panel in the back was already askew, meaning either Michael had been careless, or they were going to have company.

Tony pulled the panel aside and dropped the bag of water. Then he shimmied into the hole. There was a thump. Then, "Okay. Come now!"

Alex tossed his bag in, then squeezed inside after the kid. As he fell, he tried to pulled the panel back over the hole. "Shit," he swore, seeing that he didn't get the whole thing over. "Tony, come here."

"What?"

He grabbed Tony by the waist and lifted him. "Pull the board in place. We don't want anyone knowing we're down here."

Tony's fingers scrabbled at the board and he dragged it back into place. "Okay."

Alex lowered him back down, but tightened his grip when Tony swayed on his feet. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah." He panted a few times, then swayed again. Rested his forehead against Alex's chest. "Dizzy."

"You need water. Sit." Gently, he pushed Tony down to the grimy concrete. He knelt in front of Tony and pulled a bottle of water from the bag. "Here. You're probably dehydrated from the exercise. We can rest a few minutes before we go find Michael."

"What if he not down here?" Tony asked. He opened the water and took a long drink.

Alex took the bottle when he was done, then took a drink himself. "He is. It's where he wanted to be all day. Down here. We just need to find out where exactly." He turned and sat next to Tony, looking around.

It was a sewer, not really remarkable. Smelled like shit and piss thanks to the river flowing down in the channel at the bottom. On either side were concrete walkways, just big enough for two people to walk abreast. "You ever been down here?"

Tony shook his head.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah."

Alex passed him the bottle and urged him to finish. One he had, they packed the bottle again, rose, and began walking. "Michael!" Alex shouted. His voice echoed off the walls.

"Michael!" Tony called, hands cupped around his mouth. "Michael!" When all that greeted him was the bouncing of his own voice, he glanced at Alex. "You really think he here?"

"Yeah I do." He put his hand on the base of Tony's neck and squeezed gently.

Tony nodded, ducking his head. They continued to walk through the sewers, Alex trying to figure out where exactly they were under the prison. He was pretty sure they were currently walking underneath the mess hall, judging by the increasingly pungent smell and the turn they'd taken. If he was right, they had maybe another dozen steps, then a left turn, and then they'd be nearing the edge of the yard.

"Alex?"

"What is it?"

"Did you kill Raoul?"

He shot a look at the kid, but Tony had his head ducked and was steadily looking at the ground. "No," Alex answered with another squeeze to Tony's neck. "No. Just knocked him unconscious. I can teach you how to do it sometime, if you like."

Tony looked up at him, eyes wide. "Really?"

"You need to learn to defend yourself. I can teach you. And Michael, come to think of it."

"If we find him."

"We will."

They turned the corner, and now Alex was certain they were under the yard. Unfortunately, at the end, where the fence would be...

"Shit."

Alex let go of Tony and jogged to the end of the sewer. The walkway ended at a solid wall of concrete. The sewer continued on, the liquid and waste running through an opening just large enough for a man to fit through comfortably. Unfortunately, it was blocked by a metal grate.

"Come on," Alex said, turning away. "Michael must be somewhere else down here. Let's keep looking."

Tony let out a deep breath, but just turned and followed Alex. This time, when they made it to the mess hall, Alex turned to the left. They made their way under the cells, then to the visitor's yard when they came to another dead end.

"He not down here," Tony said with a heavy sigh. He flopped on the ground and let his head loll against the grimy wall. "He up there and T-Bag is going to find him first."

Alex handed him another bottle of water. "He is down here. T-Bag is not going to find him." Well. He was confident of the first part. The second was up in the air. He'd been keeping an eye on T-Bag right up until Michael had completely snapped which, in retrospect, had been the wrong way to go about it. T-Bag was more dangerous when Michael was on his own, not in the middle of the yard. But, Alex hadn't been expecting any of this, and hadn't reacted like he should.

Tony handed him back the bottle and sighed again. "It smell down here."

"No kidding." He pulled Tony to his feet. "Come on. We still have more to explore."

"Is more than the prison, si? I mean, bigger." He pointed to a curve in the hall that went in a different direction from where they'd come.

"I don't know. Maybe." They turned down the hall and continued to walk. Alex assumed they were nearing the administrative ward, were he and Michael had been dragged only days before. This part of the building he wasn't sure about, but, if every passageway ended in a dead end, it wasn't as if they were going to get lost.

Three more turns and a slight downward slope of the passageway, and they were at another dead end. They were also at Michael.

"Michael!" Tony sprinted down the walkway and threw himself on Michael. "You okay!"

Michael lifted his head from his knees and rested it against Tony's. "Yeah, I'm okay." He lifted his eyes to look up at Alex. "Hey."

Alex dropped his bag on the ground. Looked him over. Michael was still wearing the torn shirt. There was a new bruise on his forehead from where he'd taken out his purchaser. He looked... defeated.

"You okay?"

He nodded. Shook his head. "There's no way out of here."

"Through the sewers," he said, crouching in front of Michael. "No way out through the sewers. That's all. I told you that they probably would have thought of it."

"I know. But I don't... I've screwed everything up."

"How?"

"I should have..." He licked his lips. "I should have.... We can't go back up there. Raoul will kill us."

"I can take care of Raoul."

"No, you can't. He's a giant. He's huge. He almost tore me apart."

"Alex make him.... go asleep," Tony said.

Michael frowned.

"I knocked him unconscious. There are ways to defend yourself against someone bigger than you," Alex said. "Before, it made sense to stay with Raoul. You were hurt, he gave us protection without asking too much from us. It was always going to be temporary, Michael. We'll just have to figure out where we can go that won't be in his way."

"Or T-Bag's."

"T-Bag is dead. Plain and simple."

"No!"

"Why the fuck not? He's a danger. He distracts you. Makes it hard for you to concentrate and we need to get out of here."

Michael closed his eyes and buried his face in Tony's hair. Too softly for Alex to make out, he mumbled something.

"What?"

"I don't want you to do something you'll regret," he whispered, pulling his mouth away.

He rolled his eyes. "I won't regret it. Out of every Fox River escapee I managed to kill, T-Bag is the one I wish I had." He pushed Michael away from the wall and squeezed his body into the space. Wrapping his arms around Michael's body, he rested his head on Michael's shoulder. "I was trained to do this kind of stuff, Michael. It was my job. Find the bad guys and lock them away. The rules have changed. He's locked away, but he's still a danger. And I've got you and Tony I need to think about in here. I need to protect you from him. And I'm going to."

Michael swallowed. Pressed himself against Alex. "I don't know if I'll be able to get us our of here."

"You will."

"It took me *months* to plan Fox River. Hours. Sleepless nights. A fucking tattoo so I could remember everything."

"I know," Alex said mildly. "I studied that fucking tattoo." He watched at Tony pulled away from Michael and ran his fingers over the blue-inked lines on that pale skin.

"Is pretty," Tony said softly. He walked his fingers up Michael's chest, then swept them over his collarbone.

"I'll never be able to do this," Michael said. His voice cracked.

Alex kissed Michael's temple. "Fox River had to be planned down to the last detail. You needed finesse to get out and away. This doesn't need that. You already know that if we caused a riot, there's every possibility that you could get us out."

"I won't do it."

"No, I know. But there is a way out of here. We're going to find it. We will."

Michael shook his head. He tried to lower it back to his knees, but Tony got in his way.

"Michael," he said, climbing onto his lap. He draped his arms on Michael's shoulders, fingers curling against Alex's chest. "You are very smart."

"Not smart enough. I need to... to study. To figure things out."

"Ever thought that you're good enough to improvise?" Alex asked, mouth next to Michael's ear.

A shudder went through Michael's body.

Alex pressed his advantage. "You managed to adapt every time I threw you off. Every time I ruined your plan, you came up with something new. You can do this. It's not like you're working alone." He caught Michael's ear with his teeth and nipped lightly. As he did, he looked at Tony and raised an eyebrow.

Tony's cheeks darkened. Breathing faster, he leaned closer to Michael and kissed him.

Michael's whimpered. His hips shifted and he pressed against Alex, pulling his head away. "Don't."

"You're tense and upset," Alex said. "You need to relax."

"Maybe I'm having trouble figuring out how to get us out of here because all I can do is think about sex. I... Tony!" Michael's head fell against Alex's shoulder and he moaned. His hands went to Tony's slim hips, gripping.

"Feels good, si?" whispered Tony. His hands moved to Michael's shoulders, gripping hard. He moved his hips over Michael's lap, grinding down.

"You don't... please, stop." Michael was panting, his hips pushing up into Tony even as he protested.

Tony stilled, eyes flicking to Alex.

Alex nodded at him to continue.

He grinned, then bent down to kiss Michael.

Michael whimpered. Kissed him back, hands framing Tony's thin face. His body was pressed hard against Alex, but his hips rolled against Tony, rubbing himself, grinding on the flesh pushed down on him. As Tony worked Michael's crotch, Alex licked and nibbled at his neck. Tasted sweat and dirt ground in but couldn't stop. He kissed up to Michael's ear and licked at the soft indent behind the lobe.

Michael jerked. His head fell against Alex's shoulder.

He bent down and kissed him. Captured those luscious lips, urging them to part. Slipping his tongue along the top one, sucking the bottom into his own mouth.

And then, another wet, messy pair of lips landed on theirs. Tony pushed his way into the kiss, kissing Michael, kissing Alex until it didn't matter who was kissing whom.

"Let go," Alex whispered. He dragged one hand down Michael's bare chest. Rolled his nipple between his fingers. "Just relax, just now. It's okay."

Michael inhaled sharply. Bit his lip, face twisted. Came with a deep grunt in his throat.

Poor Tony was still moving, though. His hardon was evident through his pants as he rubbed against Michael, seeking relief.

As Michael lay limp in his arms, Alex moved his hand from Michael's chest to Tony's fly. Quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them and pulled Tony's cock out. A few quick strokes and Tony was shuddering and coming against Michael's stomach.

Michael wrapped his arms around Tony and pulled him close. Kissed his hair. Laid back against Alex. "I'm going to hell," he said.

"We're in hell," Alex countered. He stroked Tony's back and Michael's arm. "Might as well enjoy it."

Michael snorted and kissed Alex. He didn't say anything, but as he turned his face back to rest against Tony's head, Alex saw a hint of a smile and the slightest tinge of a blush.