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neaFandom: Prison Break
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows
Author:nea
Rating: R (to be safe)
Author's note: Inspired by the beginning of episode 402
Author's note 2: Hugs, love and cookies go to my lovely beta, dulcitone
Warnings: Brothers, slash (I promise!)
Wordcount: 500+
Disclaimer: Each other's.
Title: Never change
"I ain't wearing that" Lincoln says immediately to Agent Self and his GPS ankle bracelets.
Michael has to turn away a little to hide his grin, because that's so typical of Lincoln, it hurts, - in a good way. He missed that.
After Self's little speech they all decide to wear the damn things. Whatever lets Self (and them, in conclusion) sleep at night. All, except Lincoln.
And Michael can feel their eyes on him, expecting him to do something, to convince Lincoln to play by the rules because if there's one person Lincoln listens to, it's Michael; plus they all don't want to go back to prison, because of Lincoln's stubbornness.
So Michael grabs the last ankle bracelet and goes to his older brother sitting in a van, probably half expecting already to be taken away and brought into a prison (not without fighting, of course, Michael is pretty sure of that). Again. Just because of his stubborn refusal not to do what people - authorities - want him to do. Some things apparently never change and Michael loves him so much for it right now, he has difficulty keeping a straight face.
"Linc," he starts, casting a glance over at the others, but noone pays attention to him or Lincoln (who gives him a defiant 'What do you want?' look), so Michael leans in a little closer, but not *too* close. "I want you," he says in a low voice, licking his lips, "to put that GPS bracelet on, because I need to know where you are when you aren't with me." Lincoln still doesn't say a word, but he is listening at least, so Michael continues. "Please, if you don't want to do it for them, Lincoln, do it for me. I can't do that without you.."
He puts the gadget on Lincoln's palm, brushing his older brother's wrist with his fingers and turns away to go back to the rest of their little group, when Lincoln curses.
"You're gonna pay for that later..." he adds quietly, but doesn't put the bracelet away and Michael has to hide another grin, because he knows that's not a threat, but a promise...
"You think they can see what we do...?" Michael asks, eyes still closed, gently moving his fingers over Lincoln's neck and shoulders, who crushes him slightly with his body, but Michael wouldn't want to change that.
"Who?" Lincoln's lips brush the sweaty skin on the side of Michael's throat.
"The guys who monitor the bracelets..." Michael can still feel his older brother breathe fast and smiles softly to himself. Who's paying for what now?
"You mean, will there be questions like: 'Why has Burrows' signal been on Scofield's signal for hours?' Lincoln shifts a little, and puts his palm above Michael's navel. He sounds a little amused by that thought.
"Something like that..." Michael moves closer and chuckles softly. "Maybe they'll think we had a fight..."
"I don't care what they think. I didn't want to wear them in the first place," Lincoln says and Michael moves his fingers over his lips. "They'd better get used to it..."
Pairing: Michael Scofield/Lincoln Burrows
Author:
neaRating: R (to be safe)
Author's note: Inspired by the beginning of episode 402
Author's note 2: Hugs, love and cookies go to my lovely beta, dulcitone
Warnings: Brothers, slash (I promise!)
Wordcount: 500+
Disclaimer: Each other's.
Title: Never change
"I ain't wearing that" Lincoln says immediately to Agent Self and his GPS ankle bracelets.
Michael has to turn away a little to hide his grin, because that's so typical of Lincoln, it hurts, - in a good way. He missed that.
After Self's little speech they all decide to wear the damn things. Whatever lets Self (and them, in conclusion) sleep at night. All, except Lincoln.
And Michael can feel their eyes on him, expecting him to do something, to convince Lincoln to play by the rules because if there's one person Lincoln listens to, it's Michael; plus they all don't want to go back to prison, because of Lincoln's stubbornness.
So Michael grabs the last ankle bracelet and goes to his older brother sitting in a van, probably half expecting already to be taken away and brought into a prison (not without fighting, of course, Michael is pretty sure of that). Again. Just because of his stubborn refusal not to do what people - authorities - want him to do. Some things apparently never change and Michael loves him so much for it right now, he has difficulty keeping a straight face.
"Linc," he starts, casting a glance over at the others, but noone pays attention to him or Lincoln (who gives him a defiant 'What do you want?' look), so Michael leans in a little closer, but not *too* close. "I want you," he says in a low voice, licking his lips, "to put that GPS bracelet on, because I need to know where you are when you aren't with me." Lincoln still doesn't say a word, but he is listening at least, so Michael continues. "Please, if you don't want to do it for them, Lincoln, do it for me. I can't do that without you.."
He puts the gadget on Lincoln's palm, brushing his older brother's wrist with his fingers and turns away to go back to the rest of their little group, when Lincoln curses.
"You're gonna pay for that later..." he adds quietly, but doesn't put the bracelet away and Michael has to hide another grin, because he knows that's not a threat, but a promise...
"You think they can see what we do...?" Michael asks, eyes still closed, gently moving his fingers over Lincoln's neck and shoulders, who crushes him slightly with his body, but Michael wouldn't want to change that.
"Who?" Lincoln's lips brush the sweaty skin on the side of Michael's throat.
"The guys who monitor the bracelets..." Michael can still feel his older brother breathe fast and smiles softly to himself. Who's paying for what now?
"You mean, will there be questions like: 'Why has Burrows' signal been on Scofield's signal for hours?' Lincoln shifts a little, and puts his palm above Michael's navel. He sounds a little amused by that thought.
"Something like that..." Michael moves closer and chuckles softly. "Maybe they'll think we had a fight..."
"I don't care what they think. I didn't want to wear them in the first place," Lincoln says and Michael moves his fingers over his lips. "They'd better get used to it..."
