interpretthis | Fic: Sensory Perceptions

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.