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serafina20Fic: Sona
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Michael/Mahone
Summary: Michael and Mahone form an alliance in the hell known as Sona.
A/N: I blame no one for abandoning this story. Rest assured, I have not. Just, you know. Scrapping by for inspiration. Thank you for everyone who is sticking with me.
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, Part 33, Part 34, Part 35, Part 36, Part 37, Part 38, Part 39, Part 40
Michael opened his eyes to find Alex's face inches from him. The good kind of inches, where you could still see clearly. Not the disorienting kind where they looked like a monster. Michael hated that kind of inches away. Lincoln tended to be that kind of sleeper. There were many, many mornings where Michael had woken up to find Lincoln breathing morning breath into his mouth, face distorted by the distance.
Not just Lincoln, of course. Every bad lover Michael had ever had did the too close sleeping, too. The clingy ones, the ones who wouldn't let him go. The ones who wouldn't be put off by a few rolls in the sack. Those who wanted too close.
Alex had it perfect. Even before they'd begun getting along, Alex had the distance thing down. Close enough that Michael was kept calm by the contact, but not so close he felt trapped.
Michael pulled his hand from underneath the sheet. Drew his fingers down Alex's stubbly jaw. Up his chin to his mouth.
Alex's breath hitched. His eyes tightened and he jerked. After a moment, though, he released a long, slow breath through his nose and relaxed into the hard cot, not opening his eyes.
He pressed his fingers to Alex's lips. "We'll need money," he whispered, voice scratchy and broken with sleep.
"Money?" He opened his eyes.
"Once we escape. We'll need money. Lots of it."
"Westmorland's…."
"It's gone."
"Are you sure there's…"
"It was dropped in the water. Even if Lincoln went back and searched, it's gone. That much money, gone."
Alex sighed and closed his eyes again. "Sara has money. Lincoln's getting money from the government."
"That won't do for long term. But I guess it's a start." With the tip of his finger, he traced Alex's eyes. Over his eyelashes, then up to his temple. "Clothes, too. We'll need to change pretty much right away. Get transportation out of here."
"You must be feeling better." He took Michael's hand and lightly kissed the tips of his fingers. "Back to making plans instead of talking about dying." He opened his eyes. "How do you feel?"
He pulled back into himself, assessing. For the first time in days, he wasn't a mass of pain. The stabbing in his throat was gone, the pounding in his temples faded to a muted ache, and his temperature was normal. No more fire marching over his skin. No more chill in his veins. Normal.
But still tired. The pain was gone, but there was an exhausted ache in his limbs. He just wanted to snuggle up to Alex and sleep. And maybe, this time, sleeping would do something.
"Better." He moved closer to Alex and threw a leg over his. "Tired."
"Then go back to sleep." Alex kissed him on the forehead.
"Too hungry. What do you think the chances of getting something edible and plentiful are?"
"Sara should bring more food today. When we get out, though, it'll be back to what's out there. Until we get out."
Michael nodded and closed his eyes. Sighing softly, he rested his head in the crook of Alex's neck. "Need to find out how close we are to the beach. The fastest way to get there."
"Why? Want to go for a swim?" Alex's hand stroked down Michael's spine, sending shivers through him. "Get a tan?"
"I'm thinking a water escape route is the best way to go."
"So… we'll swim… where?"
Michael slid his hand underneath Alex's shirt. Traced along his ribcage. "We swim under the water a distance out. Get picked up by a boat, have it take us back to town. We get a car and flee the country."
Alex kissed the top of Michael's head, hips shifting closer, pressing. "You'll have to teach me to breathe underwater, babe." He rolled his hips again.
Michael made a sound deep in his throat. Rolled onto his back, pulling Alex with him. Fingers threaded into Alex's hair, pulled him down. Pushed their mouths together and kissed him fiercely. Tongue invading, mouth working furiously, holding him. Needing to feel him, needing Alex's mouth and body and to feel his blood rushing to limbs that had done their best to convince him to let go of life over the last few days.
He was alive. He felt good. And he wanted Alex.
Alex seemed to feel the same. His hands stroked Michael's face. His neck and down his sides to tug at his shirt.
Michael released his death grip on Alex long enough to yank his shirt over his head. Then his fingers were scrabbling at Alex's, pulling it up, nails scratching Alex's back, ragged edges catching the skin.
"Ah," Alex gasped, tearing his mouth away. "Careful." He shucked his shirt and tossed it to the ground. His hands gripped Michael's neck. Tongue twisting around Michael's, wet and hot. Hips rolling against Michael's. Bright, stomach twisting bursts of pleasure radiating from his groin.
Sweat beaded on Michael's forehead. Slicked his chest, his arms. Alex was flicking Michael's jeans open, yanking down the zipper. He pushed them down until they were caught around Michael's knees, then undid his own.
Michael was gasping. Making soft little noises in the back of his throat as Alex's cock dragged against his own. Slid in the slick sweat of their stomachs, Alex humping against him. Michael's nails dug into Alex's ass, holding him tight, pressing. He twisted his hips, wrapped his legs around Alex's waist. His eyes screwed shut and he sought out Alex's mouth again.
"That's right, Michael," Alex whispered. "Come for me. Come on, babe, let go."
"Alex," Michael gritted out through his teeth. He could feel his climax approaching, feel his body tensing. Peaking, and yet…
It was almost painful, the pressure in his groin. All the heat, the pleasure rushed together, tightened his stomach and then… stayed. No release, just stagnation and a pulse deep in his veins.
His hips moved frantically. "Alex," he whimpered, chasing that elusive moment of perfection.
"What's wrong?" Alex moved his hips with Michael's, rolling them.
Michael closed his eyes. Kicked his pants from one leg and wrapped it around Alex's. "It hurts. I can't and… I just…"
"Calm down." Alex shifted off Michael and stretched out next to him. Kissed his mouth. Down his chin. Sucked his ear. "Just relax, Michael. Take deep breaths."
He did, breathing in deeply, feeling his lungs fill, belly rise. Alex's hand stroked his stomach, soothing him. Bit by bit, his arousal eased off. The painful twisting unknotted and his muscles relaxed against the thin mattress of the cot.
"This ever happen before?" Alex asked, still stroking him.
"I'm not in the mood to have a heart to heart, Alex."
"I am." He kissed the corner of Michael's mouth. Nuzzled under his jaw.
Michael sighed. Stared at the ceiling. He was still aroused, still hard, but it was less than before. Less frantic, less painful. More comfortable. Alex's arm was pressed against the top of his head, his hand on Michael's stomach. His mouth traced patterns on Michael's neck, slow. Easy.
He sighed again. Closed his eyes. "Yeah. It's happened before. Kind of a lot. Another reason why sex has never been a big deal for me. Something I do for fun."
Alex didn't say anything. Just kept stroking his stomach, lower and lower. His fingers combed at Michael's pubic hair and back up, lightly trailing over his skin.
"I understand if this isn't worth it to you anymore. I mean. I'm not talking about the thing we're not talking about. Just. I get that I'm too much trouble. I'll still get you out."
"Of course you'll still get me out. You can't do it alone. Never could have." Alex kissed his forehead. "You ever think this problem of yours might have something to do with the way you approach sex? You use it to keep people away. They start getting frustrated by not being able to please you. They leave you that much faster."
Michael closed his eyes. Tried to block out everything.
"I'm not letting you go. You belong to me, and I don't throw things out just because there's a slight flaw in its perfection." He kissed underneath Michael's jaw. "I can make you come. I can make sex something you not only enjoy, but you crave. I know what turns you on, how to turn you on, how to make you melt in my hands." He kissed Michael again. "You've been seriously ill the past few days. You're tired and sore and achy. Don't stress out about this. Don't strain yourself."
"Don't strain myself?" Michael opened his eyes and looked at Alex incredulously. "I can't come."
"Yeah, babe. You can." Alex straddled Michael. Kissed down the column of his throat. "You just need to relax." He licked over Michael's chest. Sucked on a nipple while his fingertips stroked over the inked wing of the kneeling angel. Up the sword poised over the angel's bowed head, then down its arm that was draped elegantly, reaching for Michael's groin.
Michael tried to do as Alex suggested and relax. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of Alex's fingers. His hot, wet tongue, licking over him. Teeth nipping, mouth sucking. Blood rising to the surface of his skin as heat began to build in Michael's body again.
Alex straddled Michael's body and worked his way down with his mouth. When he reached Michael's crotch, Alex skirted the erect cock. Moved to the juncture of Michael's thigh and slid his tongue down it, causing Michael to shudder.
"Let go, Michael. Let yourself go," Alex murmured.
"Alex, this…"
"Shh." He wrapped his hand around Michael's cock. Slid his lips over the head.
Michael groaned, arching his back off the cot. Alex was sucking relentlessly, hard, lots of tongue. His cheeks caressed the sensitive head. His hand wrapped around the base of Michael's cock, caressing, twisting. With his other hand, he massaged Michael's perineum. Pressed against it, sending shocks of pleasure through Michael. Causing him to shake, his stomach clench.
Alex pulled his mouth off Michael. Licked over the head. Around the rim, then back over with just the tip. Slid down with the flat of his tongue. Down to Michael's balls, which he sucked into his mouth.
"Shit," Michael swore. His hands clenched in the cover. Tugged. Twisted his hips as Alex sucked and licked at him, fingers massaging him. Making him burn, his body flame. Pleasure rushed through his body, making him dizzy. He panted, gasped for air. His feet rubbed over the cot, body twisted, writhed.
And Alex sucked and licked at his cock. Stroked him, played him expertly, bringing him closer and closer until finally…
He gasped as he spilled into Alex's mouth. Gasped harder when sticky lips pressed kisses against his stomach, as a come cover hand stroked up Michael's ribcage as Alex climbed his body. Pressed his mouth to Michael, kissing him, exploring Michael's mouth with his tongue.
Michael shuddered as Alex kissed him. Wrapped his arms around him and held him. Kissed Alex back with all the force he could muster, feeling sleepy and heavy, his head spinning slowly.
"Told you I could make you come," Alex said smugly, resting his chin over Michael's pounding heart.
He rolled his eyes. Stroked Alex's hair and didn't say anything, just basking in the glow of satisfaction and relief.
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Michael/Mahone
Summary: Michael and Mahone form an alliance in the hell known as Sona.
A/N: I blame no one for abandoning this story. Rest assured, I have not. Just, you know. Scrapping by for inspiration. Thank you for everyone who is sticking with me.
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, Part 33, Part 34, Part 35, Part 36, Part 37, Part 38, Part 39, Part 40
Michael opened his eyes to find Alex's face inches from him. The good kind of inches, where you could still see clearly. Not the disorienting kind where they looked like a monster. Michael hated that kind of inches away. Lincoln tended to be that kind of sleeper. There were many, many mornings where Michael had woken up to find Lincoln breathing morning breath into his mouth, face distorted by the distance.
Not just Lincoln, of course. Every bad lover Michael had ever had did the too close sleeping, too. The clingy ones, the ones who wouldn't let him go. The ones who wouldn't be put off by a few rolls in the sack. Those who wanted too close.
Alex had it perfect. Even before they'd begun getting along, Alex had the distance thing down. Close enough that Michael was kept calm by the contact, but not so close he felt trapped.
Michael pulled his hand from underneath the sheet. Drew his fingers down Alex's stubbly jaw. Up his chin to his mouth.
Alex's breath hitched. His eyes tightened and he jerked. After a moment, though, he released a long, slow breath through his nose and relaxed into the hard cot, not opening his eyes.
He pressed his fingers to Alex's lips. "We'll need money," he whispered, voice scratchy and broken with sleep.
"Money?" He opened his eyes.
"Once we escape. We'll need money. Lots of it."
"Westmorland's…."
"It's gone."
"Are you sure there's…"
"It was dropped in the water. Even if Lincoln went back and searched, it's gone. That much money, gone."
Alex sighed and closed his eyes again. "Sara has money. Lincoln's getting money from the government."
"That won't do for long term. But I guess it's a start." With the tip of his finger, he traced Alex's eyes. Over his eyelashes, then up to his temple. "Clothes, too. We'll need to change pretty much right away. Get transportation out of here."
"You must be feeling better." He took Michael's hand and lightly kissed the tips of his fingers. "Back to making plans instead of talking about dying." He opened his eyes. "How do you feel?"
He pulled back into himself, assessing. For the first time in days, he wasn't a mass of pain. The stabbing in his throat was gone, the pounding in his temples faded to a muted ache, and his temperature was normal. No more fire marching over his skin. No more chill in his veins. Normal.
But still tired. The pain was gone, but there was an exhausted ache in his limbs. He just wanted to snuggle up to Alex and sleep. And maybe, this time, sleeping would do something.
"Better." He moved closer to Alex and threw a leg over his. "Tired."
"Then go back to sleep." Alex kissed him on the forehead.
"Too hungry. What do you think the chances of getting something edible and plentiful are?"
"Sara should bring more food today. When we get out, though, it'll be back to what's out there. Until we get out."
Michael nodded and closed his eyes. Sighing softly, he rested his head in the crook of Alex's neck. "Need to find out how close we are to the beach. The fastest way to get there."
"Why? Want to go for a swim?" Alex's hand stroked down Michael's spine, sending shivers through him. "Get a tan?"
"I'm thinking a water escape route is the best way to go."
"So… we'll swim… where?"
Michael slid his hand underneath Alex's shirt. Traced along his ribcage. "We swim under the water a distance out. Get picked up by a boat, have it take us back to town. We get a car and flee the country."
Alex kissed the top of Michael's head, hips shifting closer, pressing. "You'll have to teach me to breathe underwater, babe." He rolled his hips again.
Michael made a sound deep in his throat. Rolled onto his back, pulling Alex with him. Fingers threaded into Alex's hair, pulled him down. Pushed their mouths together and kissed him fiercely. Tongue invading, mouth working furiously, holding him. Needing to feel him, needing Alex's mouth and body and to feel his blood rushing to limbs that had done their best to convince him to let go of life over the last few days.
He was alive. He felt good. And he wanted Alex.
Alex seemed to feel the same. His hands stroked Michael's face. His neck and down his sides to tug at his shirt.
Michael released his death grip on Alex long enough to yank his shirt over his head. Then his fingers were scrabbling at Alex's, pulling it up, nails scratching Alex's back, ragged edges catching the skin.
"Ah," Alex gasped, tearing his mouth away. "Careful." He shucked his shirt and tossed it to the ground. His hands gripped Michael's neck. Tongue twisting around Michael's, wet and hot. Hips rolling against Michael's. Bright, stomach twisting bursts of pleasure radiating from his groin.
Sweat beaded on Michael's forehead. Slicked his chest, his arms. Alex was flicking Michael's jeans open, yanking down the zipper. He pushed them down until they were caught around Michael's knees, then undid his own.
Michael was gasping. Making soft little noises in the back of his throat as Alex's cock dragged against his own. Slid in the slick sweat of their stomachs, Alex humping against him. Michael's nails dug into Alex's ass, holding him tight, pressing. He twisted his hips, wrapped his legs around Alex's waist. His eyes screwed shut and he sought out Alex's mouth again.
"That's right, Michael," Alex whispered. "Come for me. Come on, babe, let go."
"Alex," Michael gritted out through his teeth. He could feel his climax approaching, feel his body tensing. Peaking, and yet…
It was almost painful, the pressure in his groin. All the heat, the pleasure rushed together, tightened his stomach and then… stayed. No release, just stagnation and a pulse deep in his veins.
His hips moved frantically. "Alex," he whimpered, chasing that elusive moment of perfection.
"What's wrong?" Alex moved his hips with Michael's, rolling them.
Michael closed his eyes. Kicked his pants from one leg and wrapped it around Alex's. "It hurts. I can't and… I just…"
"Calm down." Alex shifted off Michael and stretched out next to him. Kissed his mouth. Down his chin. Sucked his ear. "Just relax, Michael. Take deep breaths."
He did, breathing in deeply, feeling his lungs fill, belly rise. Alex's hand stroked his stomach, soothing him. Bit by bit, his arousal eased off. The painful twisting unknotted and his muscles relaxed against the thin mattress of the cot.
"This ever happen before?" Alex asked, still stroking him.
"I'm not in the mood to have a heart to heart, Alex."
"I am." He kissed the corner of Michael's mouth. Nuzzled under his jaw.
Michael sighed. Stared at the ceiling. He was still aroused, still hard, but it was less than before. Less frantic, less painful. More comfortable. Alex's arm was pressed against the top of his head, his hand on Michael's stomach. His mouth traced patterns on Michael's neck, slow. Easy.
He sighed again. Closed his eyes. "Yeah. It's happened before. Kind of a lot. Another reason why sex has never been a big deal for me. Something I do for fun."
Alex didn't say anything. Just kept stroking his stomach, lower and lower. His fingers combed at Michael's pubic hair and back up, lightly trailing over his skin.
"I understand if this isn't worth it to you anymore. I mean. I'm not talking about the thing we're not talking about. Just. I get that I'm too much trouble. I'll still get you out."
"Of course you'll still get me out. You can't do it alone. Never could have." Alex kissed his forehead. "You ever think this problem of yours might have something to do with the way you approach sex? You use it to keep people away. They start getting frustrated by not being able to please you. They leave you that much faster."
Michael closed his eyes. Tried to block out everything.
"I'm not letting you go. You belong to me, and I don't throw things out just because there's a slight flaw in its perfection." He kissed underneath Michael's jaw. "I can make you come. I can make sex something you not only enjoy, but you crave. I know what turns you on, how to turn you on, how to make you melt in my hands." He kissed Michael again. "You've been seriously ill the past few days. You're tired and sore and achy. Don't stress out about this. Don't strain yourself."
"Don't strain myself?" Michael opened his eyes and looked at Alex incredulously. "I can't come."
"Yeah, babe. You can." Alex straddled Michael. Kissed down the column of his throat. "You just need to relax." He licked over Michael's chest. Sucked on a nipple while his fingertips stroked over the inked wing of the kneeling angel. Up the sword poised over the angel's bowed head, then down its arm that was draped elegantly, reaching for Michael's groin.
Michael tried to do as Alex suggested and relax. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of Alex's fingers. His hot, wet tongue, licking over him. Teeth nipping, mouth sucking. Blood rising to the surface of his skin as heat began to build in Michael's body again.
Alex straddled Michael's body and worked his way down with his mouth. When he reached Michael's crotch, Alex skirted the erect cock. Moved to the juncture of Michael's thigh and slid his tongue down it, causing Michael to shudder.
"Let go, Michael. Let yourself go," Alex murmured.
"Alex, this…"
"Shh." He wrapped his hand around Michael's cock. Slid his lips over the head.
Michael groaned, arching his back off the cot. Alex was sucking relentlessly, hard, lots of tongue. His cheeks caressed the sensitive head. His hand wrapped around the base of Michael's cock, caressing, twisting. With his other hand, he massaged Michael's perineum. Pressed against it, sending shocks of pleasure through Michael. Causing him to shake, his stomach clench.
Alex pulled his mouth off Michael. Licked over the head. Around the rim, then back over with just the tip. Slid down with the flat of his tongue. Down to Michael's balls, which he sucked into his mouth.
"Shit," Michael swore. His hands clenched in the cover. Tugged. Twisted his hips as Alex sucked and licked at him, fingers massaging him. Making him burn, his body flame. Pleasure rushed through his body, making him dizzy. He panted, gasped for air. His feet rubbed over the cot, body twisted, writhed.
And Alex sucked and licked at his cock. Stroked him, played him expertly, bringing him closer and closer until finally…
He gasped as he spilled into Alex's mouth. Gasped harder when sticky lips pressed kisses against his stomach, as a come cover hand stroked up Michael's ribcage as Alex climbed his body. Pressed his mouth to Michael, kissing him, exploring Michael's mouth with his tongue.
Michael shuddered as Alex kissed him. Wrapped his arms around him and held him. Kissed Alex back with all the force he could muster, feeling sleepy and heavy, his head spinning slowly.
"Told you I could make you come," Alex said smugly, resting his chin over Michael's pounding heart.
He rolled his eyes. Stroked Alex's hair and didn't say anything, just basking in the glow of satisfaction and relief.
