Fic: Hero

[interpretthis]

Title: Hero

Author: interpretthis

Fandom: Prison Break

Pairing: Alex/Michael

Rating: R

Genre: Slash

Challenge/Prompt: psych_30, #27 Catharsis
Summary: Follow-up to “Sona”.  Alex has everything left to fight for and nothing at all.

Notes: Songfic to bits of Regina Spektor’s “Hero”.  Prompt table here.  Started during my mock AP exam. ;P

 

 

               Alex spots him up ahead, framed in a lit doorway, the glow of unseen, high-watt bulbs beyond casting a ghostly sheen over the other man’s stark face.  Alex can tell even from this distance that Michael is soaked through to the bone, black hoodie hanging off of him like a soggy, elephantine second skin.  He clenches his fist, seeing red flare up from his corneas without the color being drawn from his palm.  He digs his nails deeper into his skin, yet still does not draw blood.  It makes the crimson tinge in his vision a shade darker.  Too fucking alive.  Yet not enough to bleed. 

 

He never ever saw it coming at all.
He never ever saw it coming at all.
He never ever saw it coming at all.
it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright

it’s alright.

 

                He strides towards Michael with a purposeful gait, trying not to think about what he’s stepping on.  He overlooks the shells of people broken and defeated as he passes on the way to his quarry.  Quarry.  Quarry doesn’t seem quite the right word anymore.  Prey, more like.  Revenge.  Victim.  Epitome of everything that keeps him from his life.  A tiny, trifling voice screams in the back of his head.  Something about impulsivity, the company, mercy and redemption.  The rushing roar in his ears drowns it out.  He’s through with listening to that particular voice.  Where has it got him?  Hell, that’s where.

 

Hey, open wide, here comes original sin.
Hey, open wide, here comes original sin.
Hey, open wide, here comes original sin.
 it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright

it’s alright.

 

Michael turns just as Alex reaches him.  Alex wonders vaguely why he ever thought of him as Michael – still thinks of him as Michael – before landing the punch on his jaw with a crisp crunch.  Michael tries to ward off the second blow with his forearm, but Alex manages to claw past in his fit, intent only on causing as much damage as possible.  All the damage on earth could not set Alex’s world back onto its proper axis.  He knows it and he does not care.  He does not care and he fights.

 

They fall to the dingy dirt floor in a mass of limbs and rasped swears.  Michael is still trying to push Alex away, but only half-heartedly now.  His palms are splayed against the older man’s sodden chest, fingers gripping cool, moist cotton and pushing.  Alex feels a whimper push out of his own lungs, half-sob, half-sigh and shakes Michael’s shoulders, losing energy and resolve as his arms start to turn against him, lead seeping into his veins.  He shivers and strikes out at Michael blindly at the shattering feel of soft, wet lips against his jaw.  A tremor dashes through him before he lashes out once more.  Realizes he’s forgotten what he’s fighting for as Michael kisses him again, just missing his lips this time around.  Gives up and changes course.

 

No-one's got it all.
No-one's got it all.
No-one's got it all.

 

                The rush is back, but it doesn’t quite reach his ears this time.  Alex gives a low growl and tugs at Michael’s earlobe with bared teeth, a renewed fervor taking hold as he grinds down against him.  He drinks in the tiny whimper it draws from Michael as he meets his hips thrust for thrust.  The hallway is dim and Alex reckons little much has changed from their tussle in the eyes of the stoned and catatonic bystanders.  He doubts men fucking in the open is much of an anomaly here anyway as his lips brush against Michael’s on their way to his neck.  A slow, roiling wave of fire curls in his abdomen as their hips set an animalistic rhythm, hardened cocks meeting briefly with each stroke through their jeaned confines. 

 

We’re trying to be faithful, but we’re

Cheating, cheating, cheating.

 

                Alex’s eyes slip shut with a groan as he draws his own bottom lip into his mouth, desperate to cry out but unwilling to draw attention to their actions.  He grinds down one last time, a metallic taste alighting his tongue as he shudders in release.  Blood flow after all.  Life.  Warmth seeps through his crotch as he empties himself, the front of his jeans soaking a shade deeper in the dark.  Michael thrusts up against him, desperate to reach his own release in this dysfunctional, addictive relationship they’ve created.  Alex claims his lips fiercely, capturing the younger man’s cry as his hips still and he spasms with release.

 

I'm the hero of this story, don't need to be saved.
I'm the hero of this story, don't need to be saved.
I'm the hero of this story, don't need to be saved.
I'm the hero of this story, don't need to be saved.

                Alex rolls off to the side, pulling Michael with him.  His back lies flat against the rough, graffitied wall.  He feels sated and dirty.  Feels like he shouldn’t be holding Michael, not even now that they’ve gleaned what they’ve long wanted but could never take from the other.  Not now that he’s got nothing to fight for anymore.  Nothing to fight for.  He grips Michael closer and rethinks his statement.

 

 it’s alright,

 it’s alright,

 it’s alright,

 it’s alright,

 it’s alright,

 it’s alright,

it’s alright.

 

No-one's got it all.
No-one's got it all.
No-one's got it all…

 

 FIN

 

 

 

  

Comments

[ginger-maya.livejournal.com]

Nothing to fight for. He grips Michael closer and rethinks his statement.

Seems like Alex did find something to fight for, didn't he?

Gorgeous and extremely hot ficcy as usual. You really managed to show their desperation here. And you just gotta love humping and Alex biting his lip in pleasure!!

Um... Just one thing though, regarding songfics. I've noticed that it's generally better to put on all the lyrics at the start of the fic to set the mood, because putting them in the middle just makes people skip them to get to the actual story paragraph. I do that, and pretty much all other readers that I know do that.

[accrues.livejournal.com]

I dont know, I actually tend to skip them at the beginning in my impatience to get to the story then skim over them while I read - because they tend to be simple enough that you dont have to absorb every word, instead just brushing it through your mind.

Maybe I'm just an abnormality ;)

[ginger-maya.livejournal.com]

I guess everyone are different. I just love the actual fic too much to bother with the song lyrics, I guess. XD

[accrues.livejournal.com]

That's true! I love it when you've heard the song before or play it during the fic, then you dont actually have to read the lyrics.

I love Regina Spektor anyway :)

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Seems like Alex did find something to fight for, didn't he?
So he did. :)

Thanks very much! And about the songfic, I just figure it's not totally necessary to the story anyway, so if people skip it no matter where the lyrics are placed it doesn't affect the fic much. Thanks for the advice though! *hugs*

[johanirae.livejournal.com]

Wooo hot angry!sex :D If only this is the first episode of PB S3 XD But there is a lovely imagery to all these... very gritty, dark.

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

If only this is the first episode of PB S3 XD
*crosses fingers* Hey - FOX owes us. ;)

Thanks very much!

[accrues.livejournal.com]

I like this a lot, the division, the spacing between paragraphs, it makes it easy to read.

He digs his nails deeper into his skin, yet still does not draw blood. It makes the crimson tinge in his vision a shade darker. Too fucking alive. Yet not enough to bleed.
So dark, setting up for the inside of the prison: the inmates are all in there, sick of their lives yet something is keeping them living. It also sets up for the rest of the fic, which I commend you on.

He shivers and strikes out at Michael blindly at the shattering feel of soft, wet lips against his jaw
I love that. I love St Michael so much when he's written, the way that he's just trying to help Alex, instead of fighting for himself. Also the comparison, Alex's frenzied fighting in comparison to Michael's soft touch.

Nothing to fight for. He grips Michael closer and rethinks his statement.
Aw. Just... aw. :) Lovely! Can I add this to my reccomended reading list?

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Also the comparison, Alex's frenzied fighting in comparison to Michael's soft touch.
I just love contrasting them, while at the same time they're so very much alike.

Thank you very much for all of your wonderful comments! And you may absolutely rec it - I'm honored. :)

*iconlove*

[jolietjones.livejournal.com]

I love this. I love the desperation and the squalor and the fact that Michael is the one to kiss Alex and that afterwards Alex holds Michael rather than pushing him away. Great stuff.

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Desperate Alex/Michael is probably my favorite to write, so I'm glad it's enjoyed! :)

[brushed-velvet.livejournal.com]

Fully clothed sex is just so hot but mixed in with all the anger and pain like it is here makes it even better! Wonderful.

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Clothed!Sex makes me happy in my heart. And places. ;) So I'm glad you enjoyed. Thanks very much!

[skinny-bacon.livejournal.com]

Once again, my dear huggable friend, you have outdone yourself. This was AMAZING! Wow. It was so easy to imagine. At the beginning I could hear the rain making Michael so soaked through although when I go back, you didn't even mention rain. That is how good you are - you make it come alive without needing to spell it out! Your imagery is so haunting and striking and real.

And this was was also deliciously hot. Wow. So great, their fighting turning to clothed!sex. You manage to get into their heads so well and you write SO beautifully. I am in awe. Beautiful. *hugs hugs hugs*

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! You always make me feel like a million bucks - what wonderful comments! *hugs hugs hugs back*

[pamalax.livejournal.com]

This was , all that frustration and confusion mixed with need, very yummy stuff!

Thanks!!!!

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :)

[keepspinning.livejournal.com]

*wipes sweat*
im sorry i cant say anything more...coz im *fans self* SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!! OMG IT'S H O T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASEFOXMAKETHISREAL PLEASEFOXMAKETHISREAL!!! *runs*

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :) *joins in begging* I would never, ever dream of murdering FOX again. ;)

[keepspinning.livejournal.com]

word! xD

[winterqueen.livejournal.com]

I really enjoyed your characterisation of Alex here.

Thanks for sharing this :))

Issy

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :)

[serafina20.livejournal.com]

Very excellent. :) Thanks!

[interpretthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :)

[man-the-line.livejournal.com]

I read this while listening to that Spektor woman, wow, thank you for the fic AND the music recommendation, I just bought Begin to Hope.