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serafina20Fic: Sona
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Michael/Mahone
Summary: Just another day in Sona paradise for Michael and Alex.
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, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32
"Tony. Tony, get up!" Alex stumbled into the cell, hand clutched against his side. It felt like it was burning, fire crawling up over his body until the ends of his hair smoked. "Tony!" He kicked the mattress.
Tony rolled onto his back. Opened his eyes. When he saw Alex, he leapt to his feet, somehow managing it with one, fluid move. Like a cat.
Not that Alex was noticing.
"Sit." Tony's thin, bony hands were on Alex's shoulders, pushing him down.
Down was easy. It was doable. He landed on the mattress with a thud, wincing.
"What happen?" Tony went to one of the bags and dragged it nearer. Then he knelt at Alex's side and tugged at his shirt.
"T-Bag." Alex lifted his arms, grunting as he did. He let Tony strip off his shirt, then leaned against the strangely moist wall. "Got me with a… glass shard. It's in my back pocket. Tried to stab me with it."
Tony stuck his lower lips out. Shook his head. "Why?"
"Michael. He and I had a fight."
"You and Michael?" He had a rag and bottle of water out and was carefully sponging off the blood streak across Alex's stomach.
He nodded. " Yeah. Something's up with him. Michael. He's… wired. He's not doing drugs, is he?"
Tony just snorted.
"Yeah. Yeah, I didn't think so." Alex sighed and closed his eyes. "Anyway, T-Bag saw us fight and I think he sees it as an in to get to Michael or something."
"We cannot let."
"I know." He winched, shifting as Tony touched a deep and painful part of the wound. "Did something happen last night? With you and Michael?"
He watched Tony's face carefully, even as the boy avoided his eyes. Tony's cheeks grew dark pink and he chewed on his lip.
"Tony?"
"Nothing. We kiss. Is all."
He winced as Tony scrubbed off some hardened blood. "That's all? Then why is Michael acting like… like…. I don't even know what he's acting like. Except insane."
"Okay. You clean. Is still bleeding."
"Let's tear a shirt and wrap that around my waist. As a bandage. Here." He pulled the glass shard from his back pocket. "We can use this."
Tony frowned, taking it. Wiped the blood off on his jeans, then pulled a shirt from the bag. Together, they ripped it apart, creating long strips.
"You're hiding something. I know the two of you took a shower. Did you fool around?"
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why you want to know?"
Alex shrugged. "I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Michael." He grabbed the makeshift bandage and started wrapping it around his waist.
"Michael… Michael miss you. He want you."
"I can't give him what he needs."
Tony frowned. Shook his head. "You are what he needs."
He finished tying off the bandage. Took Tony by his too-thin wrists. "Tony. I can't be with Michael. It's too much for us, okay? For him. But he cares about you. If you want to be with him…"
"I no want to be with him if he call me Alex," Tony said, brow furrowed.
"What?"
"We kiss, okay? In the shower. Because I like him. Want him. But he only want you. Only want me when you there. And he call me Alex. I want him to call me Tony." He looked up, tears in his eyes.
Ah, shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Tony. I… Christ. I didn't know. I'm sorry."
Tony sniffed. Wiped his eyes. "Is okay. Really. New thing, right? Someone not wanting me. Maybe is good. You both protect me, and I like, only… only I like him and he just like you."
Alex pulled Tony to him. Tony resisted only a moment before he collapsed against Alex. More tears leaked from his eyes, silent. Quiet shudders and barely audible gasps for air. A boy who'd learned the hard way that tears would only put him in even more danger. Who'd learned to hide his misery. To grow up way too fast.
"Tony, please understand that Michael is conflicted. So am I. You're sixteen years old. No, you're not a child anymore, but despite what you've gone through, you're still so… innocent somehow. And we don't want to tarnish that."
Tony sniffed. "Why can you just… say truth? You want Michael. He want you. And that all."
"That's not it."
"Yes, it is." Tony pulled away. Wiped his eyes. "That how it is, right? People love each other. One other person. Want just that person. They all you can think about. Just say that."
"Tony…"
"I am kid, right? Maybe… maybe I just be your kid. You and Michael. Okay, fine. But stop making things…" He waved his hands in the air, searching for the right word, frustration written on his face.
Alex sighed. "Stop making it complicated," he said. "That's what you mean. Complicated."
Tony's hands dropped. He looked at Alex, a tear dropping from his lower lashes, falling on his trembling chin. "Yes. Stop making it complicated." Then he turned and fled the cell.
Crap. Shit. This was a mess. Alex could only hope that he and Michael-- well, he more than Michael, since Alex was the one who'd literally pushed Tony onto Michael--hadn't messed the kid up too badly. It was one thing to be raped or to sell your body; it was another to have your mind fucked with.
He rubbed his face, his hand shaking. Tony would be fine. He would. Alex would talk with Michael about it, they'd come up with a plan. They'd treat Tony differently. Like their kid, if that was really what Tony wanted. It was strangely easy to be affectionate with Tony; they just had to keep everything platonic. Fatherly. The kid was, well. Like a kid. He'd just make sure he'd keep that in mind from now on.
Alex dug through their pile of clothes and found a shirt. There was nothing clean anymore, but this one was dry and didn’t smell too badly. He wondered if they could maybe wash them or something, using the water over at the other side. They could even leave their clothes over their clothes to dry there, although how much they would dry in the humid air was questionable.
Feeling as if he were a hundred years old, Alex left the cell. His side still burned and he wanted nothing more than to take something and lie down, but, unfortunately, that wasn't an option. You didn't give an addict food for his addiction, and he'd spent all yesterday in bed. Michael was right; Alex needed air and sunshine. Or at least to get away from the depressingly dim cells.
He wondered where T-Bag was. Where Michael was. If Michael was safe and why Alex hadn't stabbed T-Bag with his own shank. He was really fucking sick of that guy and even though Michael didn't want him to kill the scumbag, well. If it opportunity presented itself, Alex wasn't going to let it pass.
He found himself wandering near the entrance to the visitor's yard. At some point, Lincoln was bound to visit Michael. Alex could wait here, in the sun, and wait for him.
All fucking day. Because his life was just that pathetic.
The door leading to the visitor's yard opened. Michael stepped through. A guard stopped him and handed him a bag. Then, as Alex watched, the guard reached out and touched Michael's cheek. Leaned closer and said something.
Michael… Michael closed his eyes. Swayed towards the guard. Wet his lips, soft pink tongue swiping over his full lower lip. Then, he opened his eyes. Looked hazily at the guard. Smiled as he shook his head, then walked away.
Alex waited until Michael was almost to him before saying anything. "Tell me. Is it that you're horny, or do you just need to be touched?"
He blinked. Eyes focused on Alex. "What?"
"The guard." Then he shook his head. "Never mind. What's in the bag?"
Michael looked at him. The near frantic energy from that morning was gone, leaving Michael looking exhausted and drained. There were dark circles under his eyes and his hands trembled slightly. He looked like crap.
"Oh. Uh. Supplies. Hygienic supplies and stuff."
Alex took the bag. Looked inside. "Lincoln thought to bring toothbrushes for all of us?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew. Even still, he looked up.
The look on Michael's face was all he needed.
"Sara came."
Michael swallowed. Nodded. "Lincoln's stuck at the embassy. She didn't say, but they might… might send him back to the States. And he probably won't get back here. So. She brought this."
"Ah." He closed the bag. Rocked back on his heels. "How is she?"
He shrugged.
"Did you talk to her?"
"Do you mean, did she declare her undying love for me and I realize what an idiot I've been and tell her I love her back?" Michael asked flatly, eyes rolling.
"Considering how effusively emotional you two are, that must have been quite a scene."
Michael just rolled his eyes
"What happened?"
"I told her we were sleeping together."
Alex's stomach twisted. Sweat broke out on the back of his neck. "You, ah. You lied, you mean."
Michael looked at him. Cocked his head. Smiled.
Ah, shit.
"No, I didn't lie," he said, voice an octave lower. "I told her that we were having sex. That you cut me off and now I felt like I was going crazy." He moved closer, doing that slinky walk.
Alex back up, moved away, but Michael just kept coming closer. His back hit the wall, and then Michael was there. Inches away, hot breath on Alex's face, body heat radiating out.
"I told her how I couldn't think about anything except your hands on me. Your mouth." Those penetrating eyes focused on Alex's mouth for so long, Alex could practically feel the weight.
"Michael…"
"I told her how you stopped sleeping with me because you were afraid I was falling in love with you. And I told her how I didn't care."
"Michael…"
Michael kissed him. Hands on the wall on either side of Alex's head. Body still inches apart so the only parts that were touching were their mouths and… and, Jesus Christ.
His knees went weak. Stomach burst into butterflies. Heart fluttered. Alex reached out, fingers scrabbling at Michael's hips and he… clung.
"Do you know what she told me, Alex?" Michael whispered, face close, eyes locked in Alex's.
Alex shook his head, hopelessly caught in those beautiful eyes.
"She told me to survive. Not to worry about anything else. Not to worry about her. Just… just take what I need in here to stay sane."
"She's a giving woman."
"Shut up." And then Michael made him shut up.
Alex gave up. It wasn't worth it. It'd been days since he'd last taken any drugs and three days since he'd had any Michael. He was tired of fighting. Fighting Michael and, more, fighting himself.
So, he kissed Michael back. Pulled Michael against him, gripping him by the waist. Tongue in Michael's mouth, fire racing along his spine.
Michael groaned. Slid his hands around Alex's torso.
"Shit!" Alex grunted, ripping his mouth away. "Don't."
"What's that?"
"T-Bag stabbed me. Just a scratch, but it hurts." He caught Michael's hand and ran his thumb over the inside of his wrist. "It just happened, so maybe we can save t his for later. When it's not as fresh."
Michael sighed. Rested his forehead against Alex's. "Did you go after him?"
"Where's the trust?" He found Michael's other hand and threaded their fingers. "He came after me. The man's an animal."
"Why would he do that?"
"Because he can. I was distracted, by you, I might add. He rushed me and I just managed to stop him. Now you need to watch out. Because he saw what kind of state you were in and thinks he might use it to his advantage."
"And what state is that?"
"So horny that being touched on the cheek by a guard almost made you orgasm." Alex kissed Michael, then pulled away. "Come. Let's go talk."
Michael whined, high-pitch, in his throat.
He laughed. Kissed Michael again. "Sorry, babe. My side feels like it's been torn open with a glass shard. And we have things to talk about."
He whined again, but let Alex lead him. Hand in hand, they walked back into the prison. Through the hall and then into the yard.
Tony was off in the corner with a group of boys. Well, relatively speaking; they were younger than the average inmate, but not quite as young as Tony. Alex would put them at about nineteen to twenty-three. They were huddled together, playing what looked like marbles, although where they'd gotten marbles in this place was anyone's guess.
Alex and Michael found a shaded corner. Alex sat first, then pulled Michael next to him. Put a hand on his neck and squeezed, feeling the tension begin to bleed out.
"So. I wasn't far off the mark when I said you were horny."
"You wouldn't sleep with me," Michael replied.
He grinned. "Yeah, but this was different. Did you sleep at all last night?"
"No. Couldn't."
"Because you were sexually frustrated."
"No."
"Yes." Alex looked at him. Smiled, lopsided. "You and Tony were in the shower, fooling around. And then he stopped. Do you know why?"
Michael shrugged. "I don't know. He didn't want it, maybe. I mean, he thinks he does, but when it comes down to it, I'm a lot older than he is."
"There is less difference in age between the two of you than there is between the two of us."
"That's not true. We're closer in age than he and I."
"Ah, close enough. It's still enough. Besides, if he were in his twenties…"
"He's not." Michael lay his head on Alex's shoulder. Closed his eyes. "So. I take it you know what happened?"
He pressed a kiss against the top of Michael's head. "You said my name."
Silence. Then, "What?"
"You kissed him. And you said my name."
Michael eyes crashed shut. His entire face screwed up in pain. And, knowing Michael, he probably felt physical pain at the idea of hurting someone else's feelings. "Oh, crap. Oh, man, I didn't… Oh…"
"Calm down, Michael." His hand slipped down to rub Michael's back. "It's okay."
"No. It's really not. I can't believe…"
"I know. But it's okay. It'll be fine. Look. Tony and I talked, and I think what we need to do is just… go back to what you were doing before. Just being… platonic with him. Hands off."
"Gee. Why didn't I ever think of that?" Michael said dryly.
Alex could see a glint of tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Michael. You were right. I'm sorry. But it'll be okay."
"How?"
He sighed. Rubbed Michael's back again and rested his head against the wall. "We'll get him out. Find a way to make his life better. Maybe, I don't know. Give him to Lincoln. Let that Neanderthal finish raising him and LJ together."
Michael snorted. Yawned, then shifted, stretching out so his head was resting in Alex's lap. "First, let me say how refreshing it is that my brother now rates within the homo genus of the species instead of gorilla. Second… actually, that's not entirely a bad idea. Except Lincoln's Spanish isn't that great."
"Neither is his English. But Tony's vocabulary has gotten better."
"Yeah." He shifted. Sighed deeply. Yawned. "Tony needs affection, though. I mean, he's starved for it."
So are you, Alex thought, rubbing Michael's back. As he did, he could see Michael growing more and more calm, his breathing slowing and muscles relaxing. As wound up as he'd been from his aborted make-out session with Tony, in the end, all he needed was to be touch. To have flesh on flesh, the warmth of another human being against him. Contact. Attention. The reminder that he was human.
He kept it to himself, though. Just said, "Well. I'm sure Tony doesn't mind the affection. Just that we don't confuse him anymore. Offer one thing one moment, then say the wrong name the next."
"You'll never let me forget that, will you?" Michael mumbled, half-asleep.
He smiled. Ran his hand down Michael's spine. Pressed it into the small of his back. "Actually, I will. But if you say his name while you're with me, I'll kill you."
"Trust me. When you're fucking me, I'll never forget that."
"No. You better not. I'll make sure of it."
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Michael/Mahone
Summary: Just another day in Sona paradise for Michael and Alex.
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, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32
"Tony. Tony, get up!" Alex stumbled into the cell, hand clutched against his side. It felt like it was burning, fire crawling up over his body until the ends of his hair smoked. "Tony!" He kicked the mattress.
Tony rolled onto his back. Opened his eyes. When he saw Alex, he leapt to his feet, somehow managing it with one, fluid move. Like a cat.
Not that Alex was noticing.
"Sit." Tony's thin, bony hands were on Alex's shoulders, pushing him down.
Down was easy. It was doable. He landed on the mattress with a thud, wincing.
"What happen?" Tony went to one of the bags and dragged it nearer. Then he knelt at Alex's side and tugged at his shirt.
"T-Bag." Alex lifted his arms, grunting as he did. He let Tony strip off his shirt, then leaned against the strangely moist wall. "Got me with a… glass shard. It's in my back pocket. Tried to stab me with it."
Tony stuck his lower lips out. Shook his head. "Why?"
"Michael. He and I had a fight."
"You and Michael?" He had a rag and bottle of water out and was carefully sponging off the blood streak across Alex's stomach.
He nodded. " Yeah. Something's up with him. Michael. He's… wired. He's not doing drugs, is he?"
Tony just snorted.
"Yeah. Yeah, I didn't think so." Alex sighed and closed his eyes. "Anyway, T-Bag saw us fight and I think he sees it as an in to get to Michael or something."
"We cannot let."
"I know." He winched, shifting as Tony touched a deep and painful part of the wound. "Did something happen last night? With you and Michael?"
He watched Tony's face carefully, even as the boy avoided his eyes. Tony's cheeks grew dark pink and he chewed on his lip.
"Tony?"
"Nothing. We kiss. Is all."
He winced as Tony scrubbed off some hardened blood. "That's all? Then why is Michael acting like… like…. I don't even know what he's acting like. Except insane."
"Okay. You clean. Is still bleeding."
"Let's tear a shirt and wrap that around my waist. As a bandage. Here." He pulled the glass shard from his back pocket. "We can use this."
Tony frowned, taking it. Wiped the blood off on his jeans, then pulled a shirt from the bag. Together, they ripped it apart, creating long strips.
"You're hiding something. I know the two of you took a shower. Did you fool around?"
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why you want to know?"
Alex shrugged. "I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Michael." He grabbed the makeshift bandage and started wrapping it around his waist.
"Michael… Michael miss you. He want you."
"I can't give him what he needs."
Tony frowned. Shook his head. "You are what he needs."
He finished tying off the bandage. Took Tony by his too-thin wrists. "Tony. I can't be with Michael. It's too much for us, okay? For him. But he cares about you. If you want to be with him…"
"I no want to be with him if he call me Alex," Tony said, brow furrowed.
"What?"
"We kiss, okay? In the shower. Because I like him. Want him. But he only want you. Only want me when you there. And he call me Alex. I want him to call me Tony." He looked up, tears in his eyes.
Ah, shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Tony. I… Christ. I didn't know. I'm sorry."
Tony sniffed. Wiped his eyes. "Is okay. Really. New thing, right? Someone not wanting me. Maybe is good. You both protect me, and I like, only… only I like him and he just like you."
Alex pulled Tony to him. Tony resisted only a moment before he collapsed against Alex. More tears leaked from his eyes, silent. Quiet shudders and barely audible gasps for air. A boy who'd learned the hard way that tears would only put him in even more danger. Who'd learned to hide his misery. To grow up way too fast.
"Tony, please understand that Michael is conflicted. So am I. You're sixteen years old. No, you're not a child anymore, but despite what you've gone through, you're still so… innocent somehow. And we don't want to tarnish that."
Tony sniffed. "Why can you just… say truth? You want Michael. He want you. And that all."
"That's not it."
"Yes, it is." Tony pulled away. Wiped his eyes. "That how it is, right? People love each other. One other person. Want just that person. They all you can think about. Just say that."
"Tony…"
"I am kid, right? Maybe… maybe I just be your kid. You and Michael. Okay, fine. But stop making things…" He waved his hands in the air, searching for the right word, frustration written on his face.
Alex sighed. "Stop making it complicated," he said. "That's what you mean. Complicated."
Tony's hands dropped. He looked at Alex, a tear dropping from his lower lashes, falling on his trembling chin. "Yes. Stop making it complicated." Then he turned and fled the cell.
Crap. Shit. This was a mess. Alex could only hope that he and Michael-- well, he more than Michael, since Alex was the one who'd literally pushed Tony onto Michael--hadn't messed the kid up too badly. It was one thing to be raped or to sell your body; it was another to have your mind fucked with.
He rubbed his face, his hand shaking. Tony would be fine. He would. Alex would talk with Michael about it, they'd come up with a plan. They'd treat Tony differently. Like their kid, if that was really what Tony wanted. It was strangely easy to be affectionate with Tony; they just had to keep everything platonic. Fatherly. The kid was, well. Like a kid. He'd just make sure he'd keep that in mind from now on.
Alex dug through their pile of clothes and found a shirt. There was nothing clean anymore, but this one was dry and didn’t smell too badly. He wondered if they could maybe wash them or something, using the water over at the other side. They could even leave their clothes over their clothes to dry there, although how much they would dry in the humid air was questionable.
Feeling as if he were a hundred years old, Alex left the cell. His side still burned and he wanted nothing more than to take something and lie down, but, unfortunately, that wasn't an option. You didn't give an addict food for his addiction, and he'd spent all yesterday in bed. Michael was right; Alex needed air and sunshine. Or at least to get away from the depressingly dim cells.
He wondered where T-Bag was. Where Michael was. If Michael was safe and why Alex hadn't stabbed T-Bag with his own shank. He was really fucking sick of that guy and even though Michael didn't want him to kill the scumbag, well. If it opportunity presented itself, Alex wasn't going to let it pass.
He found himself wandering near the entrance to the visitor's yard. At some point, Lincoln was bound to visit Michael. Alex could wait here, in the sun, and wait for him.
All fucking day. Because his life was just that pathetic.
The door leading to the visitor's yard opened. Michael stepped through. A guard stopped him and handed him a bag. Then, as Alex watched, the guard reached out and touched Michael's cheek. Leaned closer and said something.
Michael… Michael closed his eyes. Swayed towards the guard. Wet his lips, soft pink tongue swiping over his full lower lip. Then, he opened his eyes. Looked hazily at the guard. Smiled as he shook his head, then walked away.
Alex waited until Michael was almost to him before saying anything. "Tell me. Is it that you're horny, or do you just need to be touched?"
He blinked. Eyes focused on Alex. "What?"
"The guard." Then he shook his head. "Never mind. What's in the bag?"
Michael looked at him. The near frantic energy from that morning was gone, leaving Michael looking exhausted and drained. There were dark circles under his eyes and his hands trembled slightly. He looked like crap.
"Oh. Uh. Supplies. Hygienic supplies and stuff."
Alex took the bag. Looked inside. "Lincoln thought to bring toothbrushes for all of us?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew. Even still, he looked up.
The look on Michael's face was all he needed.
"Sara came."
Michael swallowed. Nodded. "Lincoln's stuck at the embassy. She didn't say, but they might… might send him back to the States. And he probably won't get back here. So. She brought this."
"Ah." He closed the bag. Rocked back on his heels. "How is she?"
He shrugged.
"Did you talk to her?"
"Do you mean, did she declare her undying love for me and I realize what an idiot I've been and tell her I love her back?" Michael asked flatly, eyes rolling.
"Considering how effusively emotional you two are, that must have been quite a scene."
Michael just rolled his eyes
"What happened?"
"I told her we were sleeping together."
Alex's stomach twisted. Sweat broke out on the back of his neck. "You, ah. You lied, you mean."
Michael looked at him. Cocked his head. Smiled.
Ah, shit.
"No, I didn't lie," he said, voice an octave lower. "I told her that we were having sex. That you cut me off and now I felt like I was going crazy." He moved closer, doing that slinky walk.
Alex back up, moved away, but Michael just kept coming closer. His back hit the wall, and then Michael was there. Inches away, hot breath on Alex's face, body heat radiating out.
"I told her how I couldn't think about anything except your hands on me. Your mouth." Those penetrating eyes focused on Alex's mouth for so long, Alex could practically feel the weight.
"Michael…"
"I told her how you stopped sleeping with me because you were afraid I was falling in love with you. And I told her how I didn't care."
"Michael…"
Michael kissed him. Hands on the wall on either side of Alex's head. Body still inches apart so the only parts that were touching were their mouths and… and, Jesus Christ.
His knees went weak. Stomach burst into butterflies. Heart fluttered. Alex reached out, fingers scrabbling at Michael's hips and he… clung.
"Do you know what she told me, Alex?" Michael whispered, face close, eyes locked in Alex's.
Alex shook his head, hopelessly caught in those beautiful eyes.
"She told me to survive. Not to worry about anything else. Not to worry about her. Just… just take what I need in here to stay sane."
"She's a giving woman."
"Shut up." And then Michael made him shut up.
Alex gave up. It wasn't worth it. It'd been days since he'd last taken any drugs and three days since he'd had any Michael. He was tired of fighting. Fighting Michael and, more, fighting himself.
So, he kissed Michael back. Pulled Michael against him, gripping him by the waist. Tongue in Michael's mouth, fire racing along his spine.
Michael groaned. Slid his hands around Alex's torso.
"Shit!" Alex grunted, ripping his mouth away. "Don't."
"What's that?"
"T-Bag stabbed me. Just a scratch, but it hurts." He caught Michael's hand and ran his thumb over the inside of his wrist. "It just happened, so maybe we can save t his for later. When it's not as fresh."
Michael sighed. Rested his forehead against Alex's. "Did you go after him?"
"Where's the trust?" He found Michael's other hand and threaded their fingers. "He came after me. The man's an animal."
"Why would he do that?"
"Because he can. I was distracted, by you, I might add. He rushed me and I just managed to stop him. Now you need to watch out. Because he saw what kind of state you were in and thinks he might use it to his advantage."
"And what state is that?"
"So horny that being touched on the cheek by a guard almost made you orgasm." Alex kissed Michael, then pulled away. "Come. Let's go talk."
Michael whined, high-pitch, in his throat.
He laughed. Kissed Michael again. "Sorry, babe. My side feels like it's been torn open with a glass shard. And we have things to talk about."
He whined again, but let Alex lead him. Hand in hand, they walked back into the prison. Through the hall and then into the yard.
Tony was off in the corner with a group of boys. Well, relatively speaking; they were younger than the average inmate, but not quite as young as Tony. Alex would put them at about nineteen to twenty-three. They were huddled together, playing what looked like marbles, although where they'd gotten marbles in this place was anyone's guess.
Alex and Michael found a shaded corner. Alex sat first, then pulled Michael next to him. Put a hand on his neck and squeezed, feeling the tension begin to bleed out.
"So. I wasn't far off the mark when I said you were horny."
"You wouldn't sleep with me," Michael replied.
He grinned. "Yeah, but this was different. Did you sleep at all last night?"
"No. Couldn't."
"Because you were sexually frustrated."
"No."
"Yes." Alex looked at him. Smiled, lopsided. "You and Tony were in the shower, fooling around. And then he stopped. Do you know why?"
Michael shrugged. "I don't know. He didn't want it, maybe. I mean, he thinks he does, but when it comes down to it, I'm a lot older than he is."
"There is less difference in age between the two of you than there is between the two of us."
"That's not true. We're closer in age than he and I."
"Ah, close enough. It's still enough. Besides, if he were in his twenties…"
"He's not." Michael lay his head on Alex's shoulder. Closed his eyes. "So. I take it you know what happened?"
He pressed a kiss against the top of Michael's head. "You said my name."
Silence. Then, "What?"
"You kissed him. And you said my name."
Michael eyes crashed shut. His entire face screwed up in pain. And, knowing Michael, he probably felt physical pain at the idea of hurting someone else's feelings. "Oh, crap. Oh, man, I didn't… Oh…"
"Calm down, Michael." His hand slipped down to rub Michael's back. "It's okay."
"No. It's really not. I can't believe…"
"I know. But it's okay. It'll be fine. Look. Tony and I talked, and I think what we need to do is just… go back to what you were doing before. Just being… platonic with him. Hands off."
"Gee. Why didn't I ever think of that?" Michael said dryly.
Alex could see a glint of tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Michael. You were right. I'm sorry. But it'll be okay."
"How?"
He sighed. Rubbed Michael's back again and rested his head against the wall. "We'll get him out. Find a way to make his life better. Maybe, I don't know. Give him to Lincoln. Let that Neanderthal finish raising him and LJ together."
Michael snorted. Yawned, then shifted, stretching out so his head was resting in Alex's lap. "First, let me say how refreshing it is that my brother now rates within the homo genus of the species instead of gorilla. Second… actually, that's not entirely a bad idea. Except Lincoln's Spanish isn't that great."
"Neither is his English. But Tony's vocabulary has gotten better."
"Yeah." He shifted. Sighed deeply. Yawned. "Tony needs affection, though. I mean, he's starved for it."
So are you, Alex thought, rubbing Michael's back. As he did, he could see Michael growing more and more calm, his breathing slowing and muscles relaxing. As wound up as he'd been from his aborted make-out session with Tony, in the end, all he needed was to be touch. To have flesh on flesh, the warmth of another human being against him. Contact. Attention. The reminder that he was human.
He kept it to himself, though. Just said, "Well. I'm sure Tony doesn't mind the affection. Just that we don't confuse him anymore. Offer one thing one moment, then say the wrong name the next."
"You'll never let me forget that, will you?" Michael mumbled, half-asleep.
He smiled. Ran his hand down Michael's spine. Pressed it into the small of his back. "Actually, I will. But if you say his name while you're with me, I'll kill you."
"Trust me. When you're fucking me, I'll never forget that."
"No. You better not. I'll make sure of it."
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Date: 2008-09-13 11:33 pm (UTC)Great chapter. Really loved it.
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Date: 2008-09-14 10:43 pm (UTC)At least, that's how I justify it. :)
I feel bad for Tony, I can't help it. He's just so sweet and innocent and trusting; I wish that he could find somebody like Michael, who wasn't Michael. Probably not in Sona though.
I feel bad for Tony, too. And while he won't be finding someone in Sona, I'm committed to the happy ending for everyone so... He'll be taken care of somehow. I promise. :)
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Date: 2008-09-14 05:01 am (UTC)That part over there really cracked me up!
Well...considering I reviewed every two chapters or so , I don't know what else I could say...I started my night out of sheer curiosity for this fic as I have not read any Alex/Michael before and now it's 6:51 in the morning,just finished another cigarette and there's enough light coming from outside to actually manage to see the keyboard.
Serafina ,you kept me hooked on this story all night.Literally.I refused to go to sleep until I finished it,my insomnia helped of course,but if I would have been bored , I would have actually tried to go to sleep or do anything else.But this kept me going , not knowing what will happen next and cursing T-Bag contineously after patting him on the head for saving Alex earlier on.I'm not gonna mention the awwwwwww moments nor the Oh my god just shut up and fuck him! moments as I think I was loud enough in the rest of my comments.
What I always appreciated in a fanfiction writer is the way one manages to pull out a believable plot ( not many of us do and we're content with PWP scenes that send us into feverish sleep for the night ) and this is what you truly managed here,to work out a plot,a good one , that stands on its feet.Anyone can work out a plot ,an idea, but if the story does not stand with its characters ,it's useless,which brings me to the dialogues.Which were wonderful and enough in - character so as we, the readers, will not feel as if we're reading something else about characters we don't know , but original enough to make us , the fangirls , squal in excitement.
I could write some more, but I think you got the picture and understood I'll continue reading this for as long as it goes because I'm hooked.
Now , my coffee awaits for me.Thank you for easing up what looked like just another boring and confusing night of insomnia,through this fic.
The Third Stone
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Date: 2008-09-14 11:49 pm (UTC)Thank you for easing up what looked like just another boring and confusing night of insomnia,through this fic.
You're very welcome. And, if it should ever happen again, my other fic, Cellie, is even longer. :)
Thanks so much for your comments!
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Date: 2008-09-14 12:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-14 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-14 06:54 pm (UTC)A new Chapter !
No Mikey/Tony/Alex ? No hot, steamy, sweet and sexy Mikey/Tony/Alex action ?
*sobs*
The most important part is that Alex *finally* gives in to Mikey again.
They so need to do it right now !
*g*
You already know what I`m going to say but anyway.
Awesome !!! I love it so, so much !!!
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Date: 2008-09-14 11:53 pm (UTC)*sobs*
I know, that made me sad, too. But, I swear, it was all Tony's doing. Maybe he'll change his mind again. Or, maybe, I'll find someone else for him. Who knows?
They so need to do it right now !
They do. They will. Promise. :)
Thank you!
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Date: 2008-09-14 11:40 pm (UTC)And I second lizardlady1213; they totally need to do it - all night long :P
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Date: 2008-09-14 11:53 pm (UTC)I'm in total agreement. It'll come, don't worry. And so will they.
Thanks!
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Date: 2008-09-16 12:41 pm (UTC)But Tony's off limits now??
*pouts prettiest*
And, moi too, second the two ones above me: "THEY TOTALLY NEED TO DO IT - AL NIGHT LONG"!! - Hell, yes, definitely, because if they'll wait any longer, they'll drive each other (and me, too) crazy!!!
*nods**nods*
So, I beg you, my dear *SERAFINA*, have mercy! - With us & our two lovebirds, of course...^^
*giggles*
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Date: 2008-09-20 03:00 am (UTC)They will, they will. But Michael is running off no sleep and Alex likes him more awake and... vocal. :)
Thank you!
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Date: 2008-09-16 11:56 pm (UTC)This has always been my favourite of your two stories. I liked "Cellie", but I LOVE "Sona". I love the orginal characters you have created here, especially Tony. And I may be in the minority here, but I rather appreciate the fact that Alex and Mikey are going to keep things platonic with the boy--at least for now. It would be sad if they messed with his mind too much.
As for Michael and Alex, so glad to see that they have realised the error of their ways and now know that fucking each other is the only way to happiness!! ;) But I also love that you keep putting off them actaully doing it (as frustrating as that is) because it really underlines the sexual tension between them that makes the story all the more sexy!
Thanks for this great update and hope to read more soon!
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Date: 2008-09-20 03:02 am (UTC)Yeah, I kind of went that way unexpectedly, but I think that having them back off is better. The kid is just too young and he needs someone or someones to take care of him, not take advantage of him.
But I also love that you keep putting off them actaully doing it (as frustrating as that is) because it really underlines the sexual tension between them that makes the story all the more sexy!
I'm all about the UST. I can draw this out until they're ready to explode. :)
Thank you!
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Date: 2008-11-08 08:24 pm (UTC)*throws confetti and cookies*
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Date: 2008-12-06 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-07 05:15 am (UTC)There is more. I will finish it, I promise. However, I'm about 6 chapters away from finishing my original novel, and I *really* want to get it done (I've been working on it for almost seven years). Once I get that (and start rewatching S3 of Prison Break), I swear I'll get back to this.
In the meantime, have you read Cellie>? It's an AU I started back during S2, where Alex and Michael end up in a US prison together.
Again, thanks so much! :P
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Date: 2008-12-07 10:51 am (UTC)My riend also pointed me in the direction o Cellie and I am currently on ch9 - it is on the prisonbreakfic.com which i am not a memeber of so i cannot comment but will probably email you through LJ to tell you what i think in the end. Iyt may take a while for me to read it! LOL. I do love the Sona arc more - more angsty and passionate I have found so far, but Cellie is interesting too. Thanks!!!
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Date: 2008-12-10 01:08 am (UTC)