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Fic: Perfection | Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows | R
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nea
Rating: R (for the subject)
Author's note: AU after they reached Panama
Author's note 2: Thanks go to my lovely beta, dulcitone
Warning: Beware of the fluff, seriously!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately not mine, but I feel quite possesive about them. The plot is mine, though...
Title: Perfection
If I lost you,
The air wouldn't move, nor the tree grow, Michael read, leaning against Lincoln's warm body.
They lay in a hammock stretched on one of Panama's deserted beaches, not far away from their boat; Michael was reading a poetry book that Lincoln had found at one of the island's markets, and Lincoln was just enjoying the warm evening.
"Even poems are about you," Michael muttered under his breath.
"Hm?" Lincoln hummed close to his ear, without even opening his eyes.
"Marvin Bell: If I lost you,
The air wouldn't move, nor the tree grow," Michael repeated out loud. "If that's not about you, I don't know whom it's about..."
Lincoln answered him with a content purr, his fingers brushing Michael's forearm, and shifted, putting one of his legs across Michael's, who rested his head on Lincoln's collarbone.
"Or that one." Michael rubbed the sole of his foot slightly against Lincoln's foot. "E. E. Cummings. That one's about us, too." He cleared his throat, before reading out loud:
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go, you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)..." There he stopped, suddenly getting choked up with emotions.
Lincoln's fingers were moving softly over Michael's jaw and he turned his head a little, so they could share a slow kiss.
"I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)" Lincoln read on, nestling to his younger brother who was holding the book. "I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)" - (This time it was Michael who interrupted him for another kiss.) - "and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you," Lincoln whispered at his lips before he closed them with his own; they got a little lost in the kiss, getting even closer.
"Here is the deepest secret nobody knows" Michael continued, a little breathlessly and Lincoln chuckled a little, placing a kiss on his brother's shoulder. 'The deepest secret nobody knows' described their unique relationship perfectly.
"Haven't I told you, it's about us?" Michael pulled him closer for another kiss. "Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)," He stopped again to look at Lincoln, whose fingers traced the dark lines tattooed on Michael's skin, before his brother leaned in and kissed him again.
"And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)," Lincoln finished the poem.
Michael put the book away, took his glasses off and wrapping his arms around Lincoln's neck, kissed him gently. Lincoln parted his lips and deepened the kiss almost immediately, rubbing his tongue slowly against Michael's. Both of them moaned happily, enjoying each other's taste, tenderness, closeness.
"Did you have something like that in mind, saying you could spend the next ten years in a hammock?" Lincoln asked, licking the sensitive spot behind his brother's ear.
"Something exactly like that..." Michael nodded, before kissing him again.
Author's note 3: The used poems are: To Dorothy by Marvin Bell and I carry your heart with me by E. E. Cummings
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows
Author:
neaRating: R (for the subject)
Author's note: AU after they reached Panama
Author's note 2: Thanks go to my lovely beta, dulcitone
Warning: Beware of the fluff, seriously!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately not mine, but I feel quite possesive about them. The plot is mine, though...
Title: Perfection
If I lost you,
The air wouldn't move, nor the tree grow, Michael read, leaning against Lincoln's warm body.
They lay in a hammock stretched on one of Panama's deserted beaches, not far away from their boat; Michael was reading a poetry book that Lincoln had found at one of the island's markets, and Lincoln was just enjoying the warm evening.
"Even poems are about you," Michael muttered under his breath.
"Hm?" Lincoln hummed close to his ear, without even opening his eyes.
"Marvin Bell: If I lost you,
The air wouldn't move, nor the tree grow," Michael repeated out loud. "If that's not about you, I don't know whom it's about..."
Lincoln answered him with a content purr, his fingers brushing Michael's forearm, and shifted, putting one of his legs across Michael's, who rested his head on Lincoln's collarbone.
"Or that one." Michael rubbed the sole of his foot slightly against Lincoln's foot. "E. E. Cummings. That one's about us, too." He cleared his throat, before reading out loud:
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go, you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)..." There he stopped, suddenly getting choked up with emotions.
Lincoln's fingers were moving softly over Michael's jaw and he turned his head a little, so they could share a slow kiss.
"I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)" Lincoln read on, nestling to his younger brother who was holding the book. "I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)" - (This time it was Michael who interrupted him for another kiss.) - "and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you," Lincoln whispered at his lips before he closed them with his own; they got a little lost in the kiss, getting even closer.
"Here is the deepest secret nobody knows" Michael continued, a little breathlessly and Lincoln chuckled a little, placing a kiss on his brother's shoulder. 'The deepest secret nobody knows' described their unique relationship perfectly.
"Haven't I told you, it's about us?" Michael pulled him closer for another kiss. "Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)," He stopped again to look at Lincoln, whose fingers traced the dark lines tattooed on Michael's skin, before his brother leaned in and kissed him again.
"And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)," Lincoln finished the poem.
Michael put the book away, took his glasses off and wrapping his arms around Lincoln's neck, kissed him gently. Lincoln parted his lips and deepened the kiss almost immediately, rubbing his tongue slowly against Michael's. Both of them moaned happily, enjoying each other's taste, tenderness, closeness.
"Did you have something like that in mind, saying you could spend the next ten years in a hammock?" Lincoln asked, licking the sensitive spot behind his brother's ear.
"Something exactly like that..." Michael nodded, before kissing him again.
Author's note 3: The used poems are: To Dorothy by Marvin Bell and I carry your heart with me by E. E. Cummings