Fic: Sensory Perceptions

[interpretthis]

Title: Sensory Perceptions

Author: interpretthis

Fandom: Prison Break

Pairing: Michael/Alex

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Alex decides it’s time to take the initiative.

Notes/Warnings: Set in the last scene of "Killing Box", though without Kellerman and with a lot more porn.  PWP.  Cross-posted to wallporn, michaelxmahone, pbslash and fichtner_fans.

 

Alexander Mahone could feel his heart racing in his chest, pounding up against his rib cage as his feet pounded the concrete floor of the tunnel.  He could hear two sets of feet up ahead tripping over themselves as they rushed to escape him.  But that wasn’t going to happen.  They were boxed in.  His fox was boxed in.

 

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            Michael threw his arm out as he paused, thumping Lincoln across the chest to stop him.  Michael spoke through heavy, exhausted pants.

 

            “We’re going to need to split up.  I don’t want them catching both of us.  If you manage to escape, call Sara and get the video.  It’s the only thing we have to break the company.”

 

            Lincoln sounded uncertain.

 

            “Michael…are you sure?  I mean,” he took an uncertain glance in the direction of the footsteps that were becoming increasingly louder. “We don’t know how many of them are after us.  Shouldn’t we just stick together?”

 

            Michael’s lips twitched.

 

            “Just one Linc, just one.  We have to move.  You go that way.” Michael shot his hand in the direction of a long tunnel with a small point of sunlight at the end.  “Run.  Just run as fast as you can.  I’ll be fine.”

 

            “Be careful Mike.”

 

            “I’ll be fine.”  Michael watched as his brother shot off toward the light, legs pumping furiously.  It was a moment before he realized the other footsteps had stopped.  His stomach dropped to his feet.  Michael turned to look down the barrel of Alexander Mahone’s shotgun.

 

            “Hello Michael.” His voice was like liquid fire.  It sent Michael’s head reeling to have his name fall from those lips.  He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and backing up against the tunnel wall.  Alex followed.  He stepped up to Michael until he stood just against his body.  Until Michael had nowhere to go at all.  Alex smirked as he heard Michael’s breath catch in his throat.

 

            “That was very clever Michael.  Saving Lincoln like that.  You knew I wouldn’t go after him.  As long as I had you.”  Alex lifted his other hand to brush his knuckles over Michael’s right cheek as he lowered and holstered his gun.

 

            “Clever?  Not at all.  You haven’t done a very good job of hiding your infatuation for me.  It didn’t take much to realize.”  Michael’s icy eyes sparked.

 

            Alex chuckled, scuffed the ground with the toe of his shoe matter-of-factly, raised his eyes to meet Michael’s own.

 

            “Tell me you don’t feel it.  Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll walk away.”  Alex’s voice was smooth.  It got to Michael’s head like nothing else could.  He knew his desire showed on his face.  Knew he couldn’t hide it.  Didn’t want to.  Wanted Alex.  More than anything.

 

            “Please…”

 

            Alex didn’t wait for anything else.  He covered the distance between them in a step.  Slammed Michael up against the wall.  Crushed their lips together, invading Michael’s mouth with his tongue, sweeping along teeth, tongues clashing together in a sensory battle that left both men moaning.  Alex lifted Michael’s shirt over his head in one fierce swipe and lowered his lips to the tattoo, nipping along corners and curves and inky contours, reveling in the fact that he was the only one who knew this tattoo as well as Michael himself.  He ran his deft fingers up Michael’s sides, pinching at his hardened nipples, causing the younger man to whimper, eyes slipping shut, head rolling back to lean against the wall. 

 

            Alex dropped to his knees, working at the clasp of Michael’s jeans, occasionally brushing the bulge in Michael’s pants, eliciting gasps from those pretty, kiss-swollen lips. 

 

            “Alex…”

 

            Michael’s knees shook as Alex took him into his mouth, swilling his tongue around the head of his erection, fitting his fingers around the base and pumping.

 

            “Oh fuck!  Fuck Alex…yes…”

 

            Alex growled around Michael’s cock and felt his own erection press more insistently against the constraint of his pants as Michael moaned and threaded his fingers through Alex’s hair to steady himself, gripping as though he would fly away if he were to let go.

 

            “I’ve waited so long to do this to you Michael.  I’ve been hard for you since I first saw you.  Realized your genius.”  Michael whimpered at the lack of contact as Alex spoke, then cried out as Alex’s lips closed over him once again.  His knees gave way, and he slipped to the floor until he sat splay-legged against the wall, Alex kneeling between his legs, tongue against cock, fingers curling around balls.  Alex could feel Michael was coming to the edge.  He trailed his tongue from head to base.

 

            “I’ve imagined doing this to you for so long Michael.”  Michael’s eyes glazed over.  His labored pants became heavier, hotter.  “I think about you all the time.  Under me.  Against me.  Me sucking you off.  Making you come.”

 

            “F-f-fuck!  Oh god…just…Alex please…”

 

            Alex took as much of Michael into his mouth as he could, encasing his pulsing cock in warm, wet heat.  Michael’s eyes shot open as Alex pushed a finger inside him, brushing against his prostate.  Michael’s hips bucked, and he came in one instant, crying out into the tunnel, Alex’s name echoing from the walls.  Alex’s own eyes fell shut as he came in his pants, Michael’s own name on his lips.

 

            They sat against the wall, Michael’s head on Alex’s shoulder, the sunlight from Lincoln’s escape tunnel fading slowly to dusk on the wall facing them.  Their breathing slowed, their eyes slipped closed, the tunnel fell dark.  Everything was quiet.  Alex never went back to work.  Michael never left Alex.

 

 

Comments

[brushed-velvet.livejournal.com]

Whoo! Now I'm all hot and bothered! There is just not enough of this pairing so thanks for writing this. The dirty talk and Alex coming in his pants *thud*

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much! And I just can't help but say that Alex's dirty talk combined with your icon would be...Guh. Extra hot ;)

[serafina20.livejournal.com]

*shrieks with joy* Yay!!!!!! That's *exactly* how it should have happened. And, God, how much to I love that last line? It was perfect (unless you mean they died there. Then it sucks. But I don't think it does, so it's cool).

Great job. :)

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thanks! And no, they didn't die there, they lived happily ever after to a ripe old age and had lots of sex and...well, not babies (or did they?). But thanks for saying that, cause it made me giggle. Though I'm not sure why, because Alex and Michael dying is not funny at all, but...anyway. I'm very glad you liked it, and thanks for the comment :)

AHHHH!!

[poisoned-candyy.livejournal.com]

this is love claire!! where were you today anyways?

Re: AHHHH!!

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it :) (perhaps a Prison Break conversion in your future?).
And I'm sick, but teh hot Alex/Michael porn definitely helped ;)

[poisoned-candyy.livejournal.com]

yeah. assuming i have time to watch it. if you can put them on your ipod then we can watch some on the ski trip.

[poisoned-candyy.livejournal.com]

you need to get on yim

[anisapologist.livejournal.com]

THANKYOU! So hot and sexy! I need a cold shower or a hot man...maybe both? Maybe two hot men for me to watch in a shower...?But I digress...:)

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Definitely the latter ;). May I join you? Thanks, and glad you liked :)

[lantiscod.livejournal.com]

“Clever? Not at all. You haven’t done a very good job of hiding your infatuation for me. It didn’t take much to realize.” Michael’s icy eyes sparked.
Alex chuckled, scuffed the ground with the toe of his shoe matter-of-factly, raised his eyes to meet Michael’s own.
“Tell me you don’t feel it. Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll walk away.” Alex’s voice was smooth.


Jesus Christ! I love this flirting part! That's the two!*WOW*

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thanks, it was fun to write ;)

[johanirae.livejournal.com]

ZOMG THAT WAS HOT

... I want to give a more constructed, well-thought of review, but I'm afraid my brain's completly dead XD

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Constructed reviews aren't as necessary with smut...as long as I'm able to kill somebody's brain, I know I've made an accomplishment ;) Thanks for the review :)

[niektete.livejournal.com]

Alex never went back to work. Michael never left Alex.

That ending; so abrupt and yet so infinite! If the story didn't do the trick, those two sentences certainly did :)

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I always agonize over the endings, so having them well received is always nice :)

[npetrenko.livejournal.com]

Great ending.

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you :)

[scent-of-autumn.livejournal.com]

Hello,
My name is Maria Elena. Since I'm creating a new community on Live Journal dedicated to Draco/Hermione, Lucius/Hermione, Blaise/Hermione and Snape/Hermione, I was wondering if you might be interested in joining silver_vs_gold. I would love having you there, and if you are an author, you can also post your stuff; if you’re not, you can always post something else (it’s all explained on the profile), or enjoy the other authors’ works. I’ve recruited a lot of talented authors, and as soon as the site is ready, and I receive feedback, they’ll start to post. In case you are interested, here there is the link:
http://community.livejournal.com/silver_vs_gold/profile
And please forgive me if I annoyed you with this message; it wasn’t my intention.

Have a good day,
Maria Elena

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Hi,
I'd be happy to join, as at least two of these pairings are LOVE and I'm sure I could get used to the others. Thanks for letting me know :)

[scent-of-autumn.livejournal.com]

You're welcome!

[bassabassa.livejournal.com]

a. The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

b. Dear lord, must I stumble across Elliot every time I read fanfic that speaks to the core of my being?

c. Well played, good sir, well played. This glimpse of them made my heart ache.

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

a. In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

b. Apologies for my lateness, I'd been wandering the not-really-half-deserted streets of Europe (computerless) up until a few days ago.

c. Thank you so much! I'd forgotten this fic completely, but it's good to see it again and know it's still being read and appreciated. ♥