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neaAuthor: nea
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows
Rating: R (for the subject)
Author's note: This little ficlet takes place somwhere in the beginning of season four because I was kind of frustrated and needed to fix things. No real spoilers, though.
Author's note 2: Thanks to my beta dulcitone, who did a great job. Again. *hugs*
Disclaimer: Michael and Lincoln belong to each other and to Paul T. Scheuring but this fic is all mine.
Title: A little faith
"I missed you...“ Lincoln muttered, his voice still low and husky, caressing Michael's collarbone softly. His younger brother leaned gently against him.
"I can see that," Michael answered and, bringing Lincoln's wrist to his lips, he started to lick at Lincoln's still fresh tattoo. "I love you...“ he added between the licks and kisses he placed there.
"Did you tell her that, too?“ Lincoln asked suddenly, shifting a little, but never letting go of his younger brother.
"I didn't mean it...“ Michael said. "Did you?"
"I didn't mean it, either..." Lincoln admitted, kissing the top of Michael's head, who smiled a little, still licking over his older brother's steady pulse – Lincoln wasn't lying.
They fit together like a puzzle; they always did. They tried to stop, but failed each time.
They always ended like this: in eachother's arms. Naked. Complete. Happy. Perfect.
They knew already that they would never find those feelings in any women, no matter how smart or beautiful these women may be.
They knew they belonged together and that one day they would be. Somewhere where noone knows them. Without girlfriends, without lies, without having to pretend anymore. They just had to have a little faith.
neaFandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows
Rating: R (for the subject)
Author's note: This little ficlet takes place somwhere in the beginning of season four because I was kind of frustrated and needed to fix things. No real spoilers, though.
Author's note 2: Thanks to my beta dulcitone, who did a great job. Again. *hugs*
Disclaimer: Michael and Lincoln belong to each other and to Paul T. Scheuring but this fic is all mine.
Title: A little faith
"I missed you...“ Lincoln muttered, his voice still low and husky, caressing Michael's collarbone softly. His younger brother leaned gently against him.
"I can see that," Michael answered and, bringing Lincoln's wrist to his lips, he started to lick at Lincoln's still fresh tattoo. "I love you...“ he added between the licks and kisses he placed there.
"Did you tell her that, too?“ Lincoln asked suddenly, shifting a little, but never letting go of his younger brother.
"I didn't mean it...“ Michael said. "Did you?"
"I didn't mean it, either..." Lincoln admitted, kissing the top of Michael's head, who smiled a little, still licking over his older brother's steady pulse – Lincoln wasn't lying.
They fit together like a puzzle; they always did. They tried to stop, but failed each time.
They always ended like this: in eachother's arms. Naked. Complete. Happy. Perfect.
They knew already that they would never find those feelings in any women, no matter how smart or beautiful these women may be.
They knew they belonged together and that one day they would be. Somewhere where noone knows them. Without girlfriends, without lies, without having to pretend anymore. They just had to have a little faith.
