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serafina20Fic: 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, Part 27
"So, we can't go back to the closet, we can't go to the same wing Raoul's in, and I don't particularly want to fuck you in the middle of a hallway," Alex said. "So. Where does that leave us?"
Michael rubbed his hands over his hair. "I don't know. There was that empty cell." He looked up at the ceiling, then down an offshoot, frowning.
Alex watched as Michael stopped and peered down the offshoot. His forehead wrinkled and a confused look came over his face. He studied the ceiling, then turned back to the section of the sewer they were in. Muttering, Michael moved his hand in a gesture that looked very much like someone retracing their steps. Then he shook his head and dropped his hand.
"What?" Alex asked. He put his hand on Tony's neck and squeezed gently.
Michael shook his head again. "Nothing." He moved a few steps down the offshoot and stopped, doing the hand movements again.
"Michael, you look crazy. Now, I know you're not crazy, so you must be thinking something. So, tell me."
He looked over his shoulder at Alex. Frowned. "I can't figure out where this leads to."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we're under administration, and that leads to where we were the first night. Go that way and turn left, you're on the yard. Go right, and you're under the showers we.... " He blushed. "And, uh, if you went right and left and right, you'd be in the back set of cells. But here? No clue."
"You haven't had a chance to explore the whole prison. I mean, I didn't exactly get a good view of the place. We have no idea how big Sona is." Alex let his hand drop from Tony and crossed his arms over his chest.
"True." Michael looked further down the offshoot. Then, with a nod, he began walking down it.
"I didn't mean," Alex started, then he realized that he had no good reason to object. It was as good of an idea as any.
He and Tony followed Michael down the sewer. It didn't smell quite as rancid down this way, although that might also had been because he'd been down here almost two hours and his nose was numb. And, it wasn't like Sona smelled all that much better anyway; the sewer seemed more of a formality than anything. Or a sick joke.
"Huh," Michael said suddenly. He stopped when they came out onto another offshoot. Glanced both ways before choosing to go right. A few minutes later, they found a ladder leading back up to the floor above.
"Where's that lead?"
"If I'm right," said Michael, "it goes to a bathroom."
"Where, exactly."
"I think it's another wing. Another part of the prison."
"And if you're wrong?"
Michael shrugged and began climbing the ladder.
Alex grabbed the waistband of his pants. Tugged. "What if you're wrong? What if that leads directly into guard central or something?"
He paused on the ladder and looked over his shoulder at Alex. A thoughtful look came over his face, then he shrugged. "If I'm climbing into a nest of guards, I'll probably be hit in the face with the butt of a rifle or something. Then, I'll probably be pulled out of the sewer, kicked around until there's so much blood and pain, all I can do is ride it out. Then, I guess they'll either keep me around as a punching bag to further punish me, take me somewhere public as a kind of example to the others, or just dump me back with the rest of the cons. So, keeping all that in mind, you and Tony should probably go back and hide around the corner until I tell you it's clear. Or, pulled up to be killed."
He tugged. "Get down."
Michael wiggled out of his grasp and climbed up the rest of the rungs quickly and easily.
"Michael!" Alex couldn't help the lurch of fear his heart gave, even though he knew Michael was right, and he and Tony should hide, he jumped onto the ladder and climbed after.
Michael had the grating open and was halfway through. "It's another bathroom. A cellblock. Sounds empty." He squeezed the rest of the way through.
Alex was right after him. He turned back for Tony, but the boy was already scrambling through the hole by the time Alex glanced at him. "What do you see?" he asked Michael, who was looking through the door.
"Nothing. I mean, it's just an empty hall." He glanced back. "Why would they have all of us piled on each other when there's all this room over here? They could separate us out."
"It's less work." He came up next to Michael, sliding his hand over his back. "Throw us all in one place, we police ourselves. All they have to is sit back, make sure we're fed, watered, and the paperwork is processed. This ain't America, boy. The laws for this kind of thing aren't the same."
Michael gave him a half-smile. "I want my lawyer."
"If you can find a phone, go right ahead. Oh, wait. You need one with a license in this company. Ms. Donavan won't work."
Michael's face fell. He pulled away and began walking down the hall.
"What?"
"Veronica's dead," Michael called back. "Company."
Shit. "I didn't..."
"Save it. I don't care." He turned a corner and disappeared.
"Come on," Tony said. He slipped his hand into Alex's. Pulled, leading him after Michael.
Alex squeezed Tony's hand and pushed the discomfort of what had just happened away. It wasn't as if he cared about Michael or any of his family. This was all just a matter of convenience. The sex, the companionship. Nothing more.
Liar a voice in the back of his head taunted.
Shut up he hissed back.
Insanity? No, not here. Not at all.
The cells were all empty. No mattresses, no bunks. No, wait; there were a few, but they were rusted and falling apart and the mattresses were chewed-up and rat infested. Animal droppings littered the ground along with an inch thick of dirt.
"So." Michael moved into a cell and went to the window. "They don't even watch this side of the prison." He rested his forehead against the bars. "That guard tower is empty."
"You sure? I mean, just because it's not there now, doesn't mean... well, anything, really." He moved next to Michael and leaned against the wall, looking out.
The yard looked deserted. There was about thirty or so feet between the base of the prison and the fence. It was empty, the dirt marked only by animal tracks and rocks. No boot prints or tire tracks. Nothing but dirt and weeds and nothing.
"Someone might come back here. At some time. Just to... come."
Michael nodded. "Someone has. I can't tell how long ago. But there's a pile of cigarettes by the wall down there."
"So?"
"So. We wait. We watch. We see what goes on back here."
Alex glanced over at him. "We just stay here? Don't you think they'd notice hat we weren't there, after awhile? I mean, you get visitors. Well. Lincoln. If they keep calling and you keep not coming..."
"Obviously we'll have to go back eventually. At least for short periods of time." Michael licked his lips, then shook his head. "Not today. Linc won't come."
"You think not?"
"Look out there. It's going to storm. While we were playing in the sewers, those clouds blew in. Can you feel in the air?"
Alex's lips twitched. "You're toes aching or something?"
That got a smile to curve those luscious for the first time since Alex's gaffe. "Broke my wrist when I was a sixteen." He winced. "Lincoln broke my wrist when I was sixteen. Accident. Anyway. Sometimes, when it's about to rain, it starts bugging me." He rolled his wrist; it gave a loud crack. "Of course, I feel like crap period. Maybe I've lost the ability to differentiate the pain. Maybe it's not going to rain."
The heavy clouds broke. Fat rain drops splattered on the dirt, kicking up dust in their wake.
"You are so very smart," Tony said admiringly.
Michael winced, then forced a smile. "Thanks." He turned and slid to the ground.
Ah, shit.
Alex sat next to him, glancing at Tony as he did. The boy was looked hurt, brow furrowed, mouth pressed in a pout.
"Look," Alex said as evenly as he could. "You have nothing to feel guilty about. I held you down. I encouraged Tony."
"What?" Tony plopped down in front of them. "I want sex with you."
Michael closed his eyes. "You're the same age as my nephew. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you."
"But... I like it. I want it. It make me feel good."
"You should be with someone your own age."
Tony snorted. "No one my own age want *me*. I youngest in here. Anyone near my age don't like men. Don't want sex with me. Only give it to others to survive. I like men. Really." He put his hand on Michael's knee. "I like you."
"But I took advantage of you."
"No!" Tony sat back and looked at Alex beseechingly.
Alex shook his head, then closed his eyes. "Think of it this way. When something bad happens to you... like a foster parent abusing you. Wouldn't you want the next foster parent to be nice to show you that not every one would beat and abuse you?"
"It's not the same thing," Michael said weakly.
"Why not?" Alex opened his eyes and looked at Michael. Reached out and cupped Michael's cheek. "You've had years of using sex to keep people at a distance. To get them to do what you wanted. Years of keeping it meaningless, vaguely pleasant but ultimately empty. Now, you've finally had sex that fulfilled you, that you enjoyed, that made you forget everything. And you're falling in love."
Michael's mouth fell open. Those beautiful blue eyes widened. He pulled away. "You're... you... You're..." He snapped his mouth closed. Shook his head. "It's not the same."
"It is," Tony said. "I never get to be in charge. I never get to... get too... I never feel good. Is always bad and pain and hurt and then over. With you." Tony shrugged and smiled. "Is good. I know now. Not just hear sex is good. I know." He reached out tentatively, like reaching to pet an unfamiliar dog, and took Michael's hand. "Maybe on outside, this not happen. I just be like your nephew. Young and with boys my own age. But here, there only older men. And they hurt me. You don't. So I make the choice."
Michael was silent for a moment. He studied his and Tony's intertwined hands, one so thin and bony, the other elegant and graceful. Then, after an age had passed, he pulled Tony to his body.
The boy was taken off guard, and Alex watched as he tumbled, startled, into Michael's lap.
"You are so unexpectedly smart. No, that wasn't..." Michael cupped Tony's cheek and pulled him into a kiss. "I just mean that you're wiser than you should be. For being so young. And what you say makes a lot of sense. I just... I'll need some time to really... get comfortable with the idea."
Tony smiled. Draping his arms over Michael's shoulders, he leaned in and kissed him. "Do not worry. I will not bother too much." His smile turned impish. "Alex get jealous."
"I will not," Alex protested.
The kid just rolled his eyes before turning back and kissing Michael again. "Does water work here?"
"I'm not sure."
"I go see. Take a shower." His face lit up at the thought, and Alex couldn't help but pity him. It was hard enough for him to get a shower in this place; Tony, at the bottom of the totem pole and a heavy draw for predators, must never get near one.
Alex nodded at the bags scattered around them. "There's soap in one of them."
"Si. I know." He opened one and dug around; a few minutes and one bag later, he emerged triumphant. "Now I hope water works." He pulled out a cleanish pair of jeans and a shirt and disappeared down the hall.
Michael sighed and leaned his head against the wall, eyes closed. The dim light cast shadows on his face, making the bruises seem to fade into his skin. His nose and forehead, though, was red.
"You got sunburned," Alex said.
"Shoulda remembered to put on my sunscreen this morning before hitting the Lido deck for my workout."
He snorted. Yawning, Alex grabbed one of the backpacks and pushed it against the wall. He laid down, noticing that he could see the rain falling through outside. The pattering of the rain was soothing, now that he wasn't out in it or near it. Set against the background of the trees, it was almost possible to forget where he was.
Except for the bars, of course.
Minutes passed. Michael yawned every few seconds, setting off an answering yawn in Alex. The past few months had been nothing but tension for the both of them, after all. Even with the pills, Alex hadn't slept well. These days... well. He'd been getting better sleep than he'd thought possible, but it wasn't perfect.
Michael yawned again, jaw cracking. He rolled his head to the side, then shifted, moving until his head was pillowed on Alex's stomach.
Naturally, the only place for Alex's hand then was in Michael's hair, combing through the shorn strands.
"I'm not falling in love with you."
Alex smiled. "Okay."
"Why did you say I was?"
"I was mistaken."
"No. You had a reason. Tell me."
He sighed. "You just... seem to be getting things confused. Sex and emotion, I mean. I guess, after last night, I was afraid that, maybe you were..."
"Falling in love with you," he finished. "Is that why you were acting like such a dick this morning?"
Good question. He wasn't sure, exactly, why he'd been in such a bad mood that morning. Just that, watching Raoul fawn all over Michael, fawn over *his* property, had pissed him off to no end.
Michael rolled onto his stomach. Rested his cheek on Alex's stomach and looked up at him. "If anything, I'd think you were falling in love with me. I mean, obviously Raoul set you off. Him touching me. Holding me. Feeding me. Hands all over me and..."
He snapped. In a fluid movement, he had Michael on his back, pinned to the floor by his wrists. "Look," he said in a clipped voice, "I wasn't jealous."
"Right," Michael replied, smug. He smirked up at Alex.
"I wasn't. I'm *not*. Just... You're mine."
"Uh-huh."
He squeezed Michael's wrists. "Stop it."
"I'm not doing anything. Just agreeing with you. That's all." His foot ran up the inside of Alex's leg.
"You're being an asshole. Just last night you were saying that you know me. Today, you're proving that you don't."
"Actually, I said I know you better than you know yourself," Michael pointed out. He raised his eyebrow.
"I..." His mouth snapped closed.
Michael craned his neck up and kissed Alex. "So. You think I'm falling in love with you. Why?"
He shrugged. "Because. You... you trust me."
"I have to."
"No. You should be able to work with me while still keeping a healthy dose of suspicion. You never know what I'm going to do, after all, and..."
"Alex."
"Right. We've had this conversation." He kissed Michael. Rested his forehead against Michael's. "So. Maybe... I was jealous."
Michael twitched. Wiggled one wrist from Alex's grip and lightly held him by the neck. "Maybe... Maybe I'm trusting you more than I should." He swallowed. "And, uh. Maybe I'm letting myself get things confused."
Alex sighed. Caressed Michael's face. "Yeah," he whispered. "You're not the only one."
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, Part 27
"So, we can't go back to the closet, we can't go to the same wing Raoul's in, and I don't particularly want to fuck you in the middle of a hallway," Alex said. "So. Where does that leave us?"
Michael rubbed his hands over his hair. "I don't know. There was that empty cell." He looked up at the ceiling, then down an offshoot, frowning.
Alex watched as Michael stopped and peered down the offshoot. His forehead wrinkled and a confused look came over his face. He studied the ceiling, then turned back to the section of the sewer they were in. Muttering, Michael moved his hand in a gesture that looked very much like someone retracing their steps. Then he shook his head and dropped his hand.
"What?" Alex asked. He put his hand on Tony's neck and squeezed gently.
Michael shook his head again. "Nothing." He moved a few steps down the offshoot and stopped, doing the hand movements again.
"Michael, you look crazy. Now, I know you're not crazy, so you must be thinking something. So, tell me."
He looked over his shoulder at Alex. Frowned. "I can't figure out where this leads to."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we're under administration, and that leads to where we were the first night. Go that way and turn left, you're on the yard. Go right, and you're under the showers we.... " He blushed. "And, uh, if you went right and left and right, you'd be in the back set of cells. But here? No clue."
"You haven't had a chance to explore the whole prison. I mean, I didn't exactly get a good view of the place. We have no idea how big Sona is." Alex let his hand drop from Tony and crossed his arms over his chest.
"True." Michael looked further down the offshoot. Then, with a nod, he began walking down it.
"I didn't mean," Alex started, then he realized that he had no good reason to object. It was as good of an idea as any.
He and Tony followed Michael down the sewer. It didn't smell quite as rancid down this way, although that might also had been because he'd been down here almost two hours and his nose was numb. And, it wasn't like Sona smelled all that much better anyway; the sewer seemed more of a formality than anything. Or a sick joke.
"Huh," Michael said suddenly. He stopped when they came out onto another offshoot. Glanced both ways before choosing to go right. A few minutes later, they found a ladder leading back up to the floor above.
"Where's that lead?"
"If I'm right," said Michael, "it goes to a bathroom."
"Where, exactly."
"I think it's another wing. Another part of the prison."
"And if you're wrong?"
Michael shrugged and began climbing the ladder.
Alex grabbed the waistband of his pants. Tugged. "What if you're wrong? What if that leads directly into guard central or something?"
He paused on the ladder and looked over his shoulder at Alex. A thoughtful look came over his face, then he shrugged. "If I'm climbing into a nest of guards, I'll probably be hit in the face with the butt of a rifle or something. Then, I'll probably be pulled out of the sewer, kicked around until there's so much blood and pain, all I can do is ride it out. Then, I guess they'll either keep me around as a punching bag to further punish me, take me somewhere public as a kind of example to the others, or just dump me back with the rest of the cons. So, keeping all that in mind, you and Tony should probably go back and hide around the corner until I tell you it's clear. Or, pulled up to be killed."
He tugged. "Get down."
Michael wiggled out of his grasp and climbed up the rest of the rungs quickly and easily.
"Michael!" Alex couldn't help the lurch of fear his heart gave, even though he knew Michael was right, and he and Tony should hide, he jumped onto the ladder and climbed after.
Michael had the grating open and was halfway through. "It's another bathroom. A cellblock. Sounds empty." He squeezed the rest of the way through.
Alex was right after him. He turned back for Tony, but the boy was already scrambling through the hole by the time Alex glanced at him. "What do you see?" he asked Michael, who was looking through the door.
"Nothing. I mean, it's just an empty hall." He glanced back. "Why would they have all of us piled on each other when there's all this room over here? They could separate us out."
"It's less work." He came up next to Michael, sliding his hand over his back. "Throw us all in one place, we police ourselves. All they have to is sit back, make sure we're fed, watered, and the paperwork is processed. This ain't America, boy. The laws for this kind of thing aren't the same."
Michael gave him a half-smile. "I want my lawyer."
"If you can find a phone, go right ahead. Oh, wait. You need one with a license in this company. Ms. Donavan won't work."
Michael's face fell. He pulled away and began walking down the hall.
"What?"
"Veronica's dead," Michael called back. "Company."
Shit. "I didn't..."
"Save it. I don't care." He turned a corner and disappeared.
"Come on," Tony said. He slipped his hand into Alex's. Pulled, leading him after Michael.
Alex squeezed Tony's hand and pushed the discomfort of what had just happened away. It wasn't as if he cared about Michael or any of his family. This was all just a matter of convenience. The sex, the companionship. Nothing more.
Liar a voice in the back of his head taunted.
Shut up he hissed back.
Insanity? No, not here. Not at all.
The cells were all empty. No mattresses, no bunks. No, wait; there were a few, but they were rusted and falling apart and the mattresses were chewed-up and rat infested. Animal droppings littered the ground along with an inch thick of dirt.
"So." Michael moved into a cell and went to the window. "They don't even watch this side of the prison." He rested his forehead against the bars. "That guard tower is empty."
"You sure? I mean, just because it's not there now, doesn't mean... well, anything, really." He moved next to Michael and leaned against the wall, looking out.
The yard looked deserted. There was about thirty or so feet between the base of the prison and the fence. It was empty, the dirt marked only by animal tracks and rocks. No boot prints or tire tracks. Nothing but dirt and weeds and nothing.
"Someone might come back here. At some time. Just to... come."
Michael nodded. "Someone has. I can't tell how long ago. But there's a pile of cigarettes by the wall down there."
"So?"
"So. We wait. We watch. We see what goes on back here."
Alex glanced over at him. "We just stay here? Don't you think they'd notice hat we weren't there, after awhile? I mean, you get visitors. Well. Lincoln. If they keep calling and you keep not coming..."
"Obviously we'll have to go back eventually. At least for short periods of time." Michael licked his lips, then shook his head. "Not today. Linc won't come."
"You think not?"
"Look out there. It's going to storm. While we were playing in the sewers, those clouds blew in. Can you feel in the air?"
Alex's lips twitched. "You're toes aching or something?"
That got a smile to curve those luscious for the first time since Alex's gaffe. "Broke my wrist when I was a sixteen." He winced. "Lincoln broke my wrist when I was sixteen. Accident. Anyway. Sometimes, when it's about to rain, it starts bugging me." He rolled his wrist; it gave a loud crack. "Of course, I feel like crap period. Maybe I've lost the ability to differentiate the pain. Maybe it's not going to rain."
The heavy clouds broke. Fat rain drops splattered on the dirt, kicking up dust in their wake.
"You are so very smart," Tony said admiringly.
Michael winced, then forced a smile. "Thanks." He turned and slid to the ground.
Ah, shit.
Alex sat next to him, glancing at Tony as he did. The boy was looked hurt, brow furrowed, mouth pressed in a pout.
"Look," Alex said as evenly as he could. "You have nothing to feel guilty about. I held you down. I encouraged Tony."
"What?" Tony plopped down in front of them. "I want sex with you."
Michael closed his eyes. "You're the same age as my nephew. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you."
"But... I like it. I want it. It make me feel good."
"You should be with someone your own age."
Tony snorted. "No one my own age want *me*. I youngest in here. Anyone near my age don't like men. Don't want sex with me. Only give it to others to survive. I like men. Really." He put his hand on Michael's knee. "I like you."
"But I took advantage of you."
"No!" Tony sat back and looked at Alex beseechingly.
Alex shook his head, then closed his eyes. "Think of it this way. When something bad happens to you... like a foster parent abusing you. Wouldn't you want the next foster parent to be nice to show you that not every one would beat and abuse you?"
"It's not the same thing," Michael said weakly.
"Why not?" Alex opened his eyes and looked at Michael. Reached out and cupped Michael's cheek. "You've had years of using sex to keep people at a distance. To get them to do what you wanted. Years of keeping it meaningless, vaguely pleasant but ultimately empty. Now, you've finally had sex that fulfilled you, that you enjoyed, that made you forget everything. And you're falling in love."
Michael's mouth fell open. Those beautiful blue eyes widened. He pulled away. "You're... you... You're..." He snapped his mouth closed. Shook his head. "It's not the same."
"It is," Tony said. "I never get to be in charge. I never get to... get too... I never feel good. Is always bad and pain and hurt and then over. With you." Tony shrugged and smiled. "Is good. I know now. Not just hear sex is good. I know." He reached out tentatively, like reaching to pet an unfamiliar dog, and took Michael's hand. "Maybe on outside, this not happen. I just be like your nephew. Young and with boys my own age. But here, there only older men. And they hurt me. You don't. So I make the choice."
Michael was silent for a moment. He studied his and Tony's intertwined hands, one so thin and bony, the other elegant and graceful. Then, after an age had passed, he pulled Tony to his body.
The boy was taken off guard, and Alex watched as he tumbled, startled, into Michael's lap.
"You are so unexpectedly smart. No, that wasn't..." Michael cupped Tony's cheek and pulled him into a kiss. "I just mean that you're wiser than you should be. For being so young. And what you say makes a lot of sense. I just... I'll need some time to really... get comfortable with the idea."
Tony smiled. Draping his arms over Michael's shoulders, he leaned in and kissed him. "Do not worry. I will not bother too much." His smile turned impish. "Alex get jealous."
"I will not," Alex protested.
The kid just rolled his eyes before turning back and kissing Michael again. "Does water work here?"
"I'm not sure."
"I go see. Take a shower." His face lit up at the thought, and Alex couldn't help but pity him. It was hard enough for him to get a shower in this place; Tony, at the bottom of the totem pole and a heavy draw for predators, must never get near one.
Alex nodded at the bags scattered around them. "There's soap in one of them."
"Si. I know." He opened one and dug around; a few minutes and one bag later, he emerged triumphant. "Now I hope water works." He pulled out a cleanish pair of jeans and a shirt and disappeared down the hall.
Michael sighed and leaned his head against the wall, eyes closed. The dim light cast shadows on his face, making the bruises seem to fade into his skin. His nose and forehead, though, was red.
"You got sunburned," Alex said.
"Shoulda remembered to put on my sunscreen this morning before hitting the Lido deck for my workout."
He snorted. Yawning, Alex grabbed one of the backpacks and pushed it against the wall. He laid down, noticing that he could see the rain falling through outside. The pattering of the rain was soothing, now that he wasn't out in it or near it. Set against the background of the trees, it was almost possible to forget where he was.
Except for the bars, of course.
Minutes passed. Michael yawned every few seconds, setting off an answering yawn in Alex. The past few months had been nothing but tension for the both of them, after all. Even with the pills, Alex hadn't slept well. These days... well. He'd been getting better sleep than he'd thought possible, but it wasn't perfect.
Michael yawned again, jaw cracking. He rolled his head to the side, then shifted, moving until his head was pillowed on Alex's stomach.
Naturally, the only place for Alex's hand then was in Michael's hair, combing through the shorn strands.
"I'm not falling in love with you."
Alex smiled. "Okay."
"Why did you say I was?"
"I was mistaken."
"No. You had a reason. Tell me."
He sighed. "You just... seem to be getting things confused. Sex and emotion, I mean. I guess, after last night, I was afraid that, maybe you were..."
"Falling in love with you," he finished. "Is that why you were acting like such a dick this morning?"
Good question. He wasn't sure, exactly, why he'd been in such a bad mood that morning. Just that, watching Raoul fawn all over Michael, fawn over *his* property, had pissed him off to no end.
Michael rolled onto his stomach. Rested his cheek on Alex's stomach and looked up at him. "If anything, I'd think you were falling in love with me. I mean, obviously Raoul set you off. Him touching me. Holding me. Feeding me. Hands all over me and..."
He snapped. In a fluid movement, he had Michael on his back, pinned to the floor by his wrists. "Look," he said in a clipped voice, "I wasn't jealous."
"Right," Michael replied, smug. He smirked up at Alex.
"I wasn't. I'm *not*. Just... You're mine."
"Uh-huh."
He squeezed Michael's wrists. "Stop it."
"I'm not doing anything. Just agreeing with you. That's all." His foot ran up the inside of Alex's leg.
"You're being an asshole. Just last night you were saying that you know me. Today, you're proving that you don't."
"Actually, I said I know you better than you know yourself," Michael pointed out. He raised his eyebrow.
"I..." His mouth snapped closed.
Michael craned his neck up and kissed Alex. "So. You think I'm falling in love with you. Why?"
He shrugged. "Because. You... you trust me."
"I have to."
"No. You should be able to work with me while still keeping a healthy dose of suspicion. You never know what I'm going to do, after all, and..."
"Alex."
"Right. We've had this conversation." He kissed Michael. Rested his forehead against Michael's. "So. Maybe... I was jealous."
Michael twitched. Wiggled one wrist from Alex's grip and lightly held him by the neck. "Maybe... Maybe I'm trusting you more than I should." He swallowed. "And, uh. Maybe I'm letting myself get things confused."
Alex sighed. Caressed Michael's face. "Yeah," he whispered. "You're not the only one."
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Date: 2008-03-01 03:27 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-02-29 07:25 am (UTC)I love the three of them together,and both Michael and Tony realizing that sex can be good and about comfort,and closeness and passion.
I was happy for Tony that he felt cared for and that this was his choice,and very happy to hear that both Alex and Michael are sort of admitting they love each other.
Tony really is wise,because he seemed to know more about their feelings than they did.
I look forward to the next chapter!
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Date: 2008-03-01 03:28 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-03-01 07:17 am (UTC)You're welcome-I'm loving both this and "Cellie" very much :)
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Date: 2008-02-29 09:06 am (UTC)A new Chapter of my favorite Story. That so made my day!!!
There really isn`t any better way to start the day than to turn the computer on and seeing an update from you.
I am so totally in love with Tony. He`s the cutest and smartest boy on this planet. I love him so much. You describe him so well.
I loved that Mikey and Alex FINALLY get it that they`re falling in love with each other. That was so sweet.
I hardly can`t wait for the next Chapter. Love it so much !!!
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Date: 2008-03-01 03:28 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2008-02-29 11:03 am (UTC)And they'll be away from prying eyes for a while (not that it's stopped Alex before, hee!)
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Date: 2008-03-01 03:29 am (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2008-02-29 12:43 pm (UTC)Tony is so sweet! And that Moment after Tony has gone, when Michael and Alex are tired and get comfortable, it has an air of familiarity and tenderness, which works perfectly with the i'm-not-in-love conversation.
What's next? The three of them together in the shower? :)
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Date: 2008-03-01 03:30 am (UTC)And that Moment after Tony has gone, when Michael and Alex are tired and get comfortable, it has an air of familiarity and tenderness, which works perfectly with the i'm-not-in-love conversation.
I can just see them both sort of unconsciously seeking comfort from one another, needing it, even while denying the deeper reason they need it. It's so much fun. :)
Thank you.
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Date: 2008-02-29 09:06 pm (UTC)That is definitly hilarious, haha. As much as I do like Tony, I just love the comfort between Alex and Michael, and the talks about love. I really liked this chapter, a lot.
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Date: 2008-03-01 03:32 am (UTC)I don't let Michael's snark out enough, but he does have that wonderfully understated way of joking about things. I had to throw that in.
As much as I do like Tony, I just love the comfort between Alex and Michael, and the talks about love.
Yeah, there was kind of this moment where I was just, "How can I get rid of Tony now?" Luckily, the need for a private shower works organically (I think), so I was able to shoo him away to give the boys privacy.
Thank you.
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Date: 2008-03-01 03:32 am (UTC)Thank you!!!
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Date: 2008-03-09 11:30 pm (UTC)