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Brother's Comfort	By : Kayerfire Category: M through R > Prison Break Views: 1865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break or any of the characters nor do I profit in any way, shape or form. I do not condone rape, incest or any of that stuff. It's just a fanfic.

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Present time…
"Scofield? Yo Scofield!"
Michael snapped out of his reminiscence to find T-bag and Sucre staring anxiously at him across the small table of the abandoned apartment.
"What are you going to do about that brother of yours?" T-bag hissed.
"He’s going to get us all caught!"
Sucre scrunched his brows nervously.
"T-bag’s right, man. I mean I understand he’s worried about his kid but he ain’t doing him any good if he goes back to prison."
"No, he’ll go back to the chair," T-bag corrected, "be dead in a week while the rest of us rot for the next twenty to life."
Michael looked at them, annoyed that they’d interrupted his thoughts and defensive of his brother at the same time.
"Let me worry about Linc. You just keep your faces out of sight and this will all be over soon."
Neither party looked convinced but they left him alone. Tension was thick enough for the fugitives after hearing of the death of John Abruzzi, C-Note, Tweener and Haywire. They were the only remaining members of the Fox River 8.
To add to that, this FBI guy had been too close on their trail, like he knew the intricacies of Mike’s plan. Now he had LJ, Lincoln’s only son in his custody. Their every attempt to break him out had been derailed. Like FBI guy saw it coming. Linc was losing it.
As if they’d talked him up, Lincoln returned from his "outing" with his jaws clenched, carrying a town map.
"Where the hell have you been?" T-bag demanded. "You trying to get spotted?"
Lincoln turned to him with a look Michael recognized as his "I’m going to beat the shit out of you if you even breathe at me" look and quickly intervened.
"A map should be good. It’s always helpful to know our surroundings."
His brother turned to him.
"There’s a gun shop. We need in so we can arm ourselves."
Sucre leaped out of his seat at that.
"Guns? No no no quiero estar involucrado!"
Linc gave him a look of exasperation.
"What the fuck did you say?"
"Now you’re talking," T-bag was grinning.
"Nothing wrong with a little self-defense."
The last thing they needed was a gun in his hand. Michael kept his expression neutral, unreadable.
"What’s on your mind, Linc?"
This wasn’t just about guns.
"I’m breaking LJ out of that hell hole. Going to need guns to do it."
He looked his younger brother square in the eye, daring him to challenge him. Michael knew that now was not the time.
"You want to what?!" Sucre exclaimed.
"Esto es Loco! Oh, Dios mío, vamos a morir porque este hombre ha perdido la cabeza! No quiero ninguna parte de esto!"
T-bag didn’t address the big man. He went straight for the logical one.
"You see? Madness! Handle this, Pretty."
He turned in frustration and left the room. Sucre stood for a moment, his brown eyes pleading with Michael fix it. He had a woman to get back to. A life waiting for him. Michael let his face remain a stonewall, and Sucre left as well.
"You’re not going to talk me out of it," Linc warned him.
"Don’t even try."
Michael nodded in resignation.
"I know. Just, let me come up with a plan. Right here, right now."
Lincoln considered it.
"Okay."
Michael gestured for him to sit down.
"I’ll grab a couple of waters. This may take a while."
His brother nodded, laying the map out across the table. Michael made toward the kitchen before at the last second dipping into his and Linc’s shared bedroom. The apartment only had 2 rooms and with 4 men the brothers had doubled up. It wasn’t much different than when they’d been kids. Besides they’d all just gotten out of prison. And Sucre was not T-bag’s type.
Mike dug into his bag to find a little something he’d picked up from the infirmary during the escape. Insurance, just in case someone got too far out of line. He took two pills from the bottle and slipped into the kitchen. He’d just dropped them into Lincoln’s bottle when he caught someone behind him.
Michael whirled around to find T-bag watching him.
"Something I can help you with, Theodore?"
T-bag didn’t answer at first but the lecherous glint in his eye said enough.
"Oh there’s a lot you can help me with, Pretty. But for now I need to know you and your brother aren’t going to expose our whereabouts with this jailbreak of yours."
He rolled his tongue in that way that made Michael’s skin crawl.
"Like I said, don’t worry about Linc. Just keep your own face out of the papers."
He pushed past him, shaking the bottle up to ensure that the pills dissolved faster. When he reached Linc again he handed him the bottle. His brother accepted with full trust and chugged it down almost instantly.
"Okay, let’s get started."
He sent T-bag and Sucre out for supplies. Not a major run but they should be gone for at least an hour. That was plenty of time. He had gotten much more adept at taking care of Lincoln over the years. Gone was the hesitation, the fear that he would come out of the daze and catch him. The drugs were better, more precise, the amount perfectly measured. No overdosing would happen under Mike’s watch. He had become a pro.
It had been quite a while since the last time. Even still he was able to slip back into the groove of things like an old, familiar glove. Oddly the service he performed brought him comfort as well. To ease his brother’s mind, to bring him release was rewarding.
He knew that Lincoln would never approve if he knew. That he would see it as wrong, not understand. But Michael knew his true motives were good, all he’d ever wanted was to help his brother so he could bypass some silly taboo about brothers and men. All that mattered was Lincoln.

Sucre glanced down at the list that Michael had given them. It seemed simple enough. The evening was coming on and there wasn’t much foot traffic so he was pretty confident in their incognito skills. Nobody would pay attention to two normal looking guys like them. The hardest part about this mission would be completing it with T-bag. His associate seemed to share the same sentiment.
"We should split up."
Sucre raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"What?"
"The two of us together looks more like a Fox River 8 poster. Not to mention it takes more time," T-bag elaborated.
"If we split up we get what we need in half the time. We can meet up at the place when we’re done."
It sounded reasonable enough.
"Okay, but if you’re up to something--”
T-bag raised his hands in an innocence gesture.
"Hey I’m just as hemmed up as you. I can’t go nowhere without the college boy either."
True. Without Michael they were just flapping in the breeze. It was his plan, whatever it was, that guaranteed the continuance of their freedom. T-bag wouldn’t dare screw that up. So he went along with it, and said a prayer that the rat wouldn’t find a way to screw them over.
"That was simple enough."
T-bag took his half of the list and headed off. Once he was sure that he’d shaken the beaner, he doubled back to the apartment. Scofield was up to something, he was sure.

"Linc, are you alright?"
His brother blinked a few times, the drug taking action. Michael watched him, gauging when to move. This was the trickiest part. Too soon and Linc might remember.
"I...um..."
He blinked again.
"You should lie down," Michael suggested.
"Come on."
Lincoln let him help him to his feet and followed complacently as Mike led him to the bedroom.
"Here, you’re burning up. Why don’t you let me help you out of your clothes?"
Again he complied, his eyes growing vacant and confused. Michael undressed him carefully, folded his clothes in the chair beside the bed. When he got to his boxers he paused, tested his brother.
"Do you mind?"
Lincoln just stared at him, not comprehending his words. That was the answer Mike was looking for. He slid Linc’s boxers down to his ankles before nudging him backward onto the bed. Then he pulled them from his feet and set them atop his clothes. Michael looked over his brother’s bare naked body for the first time in years.
"You’re absolute perfection, Linc."
He was still bigger than Mike, only now with more solid, defined muscle. A few more scars as well. Michael took the time to examine each new scar and commit it to memory. He traced them with his fingers, kissed them with his lips. Once again he’d know every inch of Lincoln’s body. Every last detail.
Now to see if he tasted the same.

T-bag knew not to go to through door. Scofield would hear and instantly be on alert so instead he climbed through the thick back hedges to a window. He peered inside to see nothing but black curtains. Damn. Which room was that again? Not to be deterred, he fidgeted with the paneling a bit until it slid right open. Old structure, first floor, this was a recipe for burglary. Lucky for them no one would attempt to rob a vacated building.
Once inside he recognized his and Sucre’s room. Quietly he padded through. All he needed was to make one sound and Scofield would catch it. The sly bastard. He was entering the hallway when he heard the moan.
There was no mistaking the nature, he had enough experience in the sexual realm to know a moan of pleasure.
"Well I’ll be."
He began to chuckle to himself. So Scofield had wriggled up a lady of the night for his brother. It was obviously Burrows getting it by the gruffness of the voice. Scofield’s was more like warm butter.
He wondered how Scofield would moan in bed.
Feeling voyeuristic, T-bag made his way down the hall to the room where Lincoln was getting his jollies. He paused outside the door, debating whether or not to try to crack it. It didn’t sound like ape would notice a van blowing through let alone little ol’ him pushing a mere door. Still he had to be cautious. And he had to be on the lookout for Pretty.
Tentatively, he turned the knob and gave a light push. With the opening he could now hear the wet slurps guilty of causing the ruckus. Oh yeah this bitch was going to town on Burrows. T-bag felt his cock twitch in arousal as he cracked the door a little more. He couldn’t wait to see—
Good God Almighty!
The whore sucking Scofield’s brother off was...Scofield?!?! He nearly came in his pants at the sight. Pretty college boy on his knees at the end of the bed, his shaved head bobbing up and down between his big brother’s legs. His shirt was gone, exposing that taut, tattooed torso that T-bag had dreamed of touching from the moment he’d seen him.
Because of the angle of the bed, he could only see the back of his Pretty but the large mirror beside the dresser provided the side view he needed. Those beautiful cupid lips circled around that hard and veiny cock, taking it in like a starving harlot. He didn’t hesitate, he was not shy about his duties. He spit and slurped and swallowed that cock all the way down his graceful throat.
T-bag couldn’t help himself, he whipped his own prick out and began to jerk it.
Lincoln groaned. His chest was heaving in ecstatic delirium. Michael slid a hand beneath his ass and squeezed as Linc bucked upward. He felt his big brother shiver with delight. He hadn’t changed at his core. No matter how many years passed Mike would always be able to please him. To give him that sweet release.
"Mmmm!"
Linc’s voice had gotten a lot deeper since that first time so long ago. His stamina had likewise increased. Michael pulled his head up to smack his brother’s cock against his lips, against his face with pride. He noted the way Lincoln groaned with each impact before lowering his mouth to his ball sack. There he licked around, getting the wrinkled skin all wet. When he took one into his mouth,
Lincoln nearly lifted off the bed.
"Uuuuuh!"
Michael played around with his tongue, one ball then the other, loving the noises Linc croaked in response. His cock was a dark red now, the head bordering on purple. Michael read him with expertise, knowing he was painfully close. Without hands he captured Lincoln back into his mouth and swallowed him in one gulp.
His brother actually growled.
That was new. Michael tried to ignore his excitement at discovering yet another layer to his brother and continued to fellate him. Faster and faster, he could feel Lincoln escalating. God if he could make it last longer but soon they wouldn’t be alone and he had to finish him off before the others got back. Remembering just where to hit him, Michael slid a finger down his crack and teased his asshole simultaneously.
Sober Lincoln Burrows would never let anyone near his asshole. He would say that was fag shit. Too bad he’d never know how much he loved it.
Lincoln blew almost instantly, his gruff voice cracking with the weight of his climax. Michael felt months and months of cum dumped down his throat as he sucked his brother past completion to that special state where all men went when they’d emptied their entire sacs. He felt Lincoln’s tremor then, after the last shot, his entire being relax. Michael didn’t sit up until he made sure that Linc was sucked clean. He licked his lips and swallowed.
"I love you, Linc," he whispered, his hand affectionately caressing his big brother’s thigh.
Like always, Lincoln didn’t respond, just panted hard as he tried to catch his breath. Michael watched him for a good moment, until his chest slowed, his breathing stabilized. Then he stood up, found his brother’s boxers and redressed him. It was how he normally slept so nothing would appear amiss. As with every other time, Lincoln would never be the wiser. But he’d wake up relaxed and willing to hear Michael out.
Lincoln’s eyes drifted closed. Michael bent down and kissed each his lid. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to make his brother happy. No one he could ever love more.
The excitement had gotten to him. Though normally T-bag could make quite the stretch, just seeing Pretty in such a sexual situation had done him in. He’d cum all over his hand in less than 5 min.
T-bag watched Scofield re-dress his brother and kiss his eyes with love. For a moment he was frozen, his mind blown by the events he’d just witnessed. It wasn’t the incest that shocked him, hell he himself was the product of an incestuous encounter. And it wasn’t the man-on-man action. It was Scofield doing such things. The same pretty Scofield that had rejected his advances from the moment they’d met like he was so much better than him.
So Pretty could fuck his own brother but not him?
T-bag remembered the insults, the inbred redneck and hick cracks that had been thrown his way all his life. Apparently college boys from up North were no better. The only difference here was that neither brother could get pregnant.
Scofield sat down beside Lincoln on the bed, quietly watching him. The Sink was already out for the count. Guess the head was that good.
Of course it was, he’d witnessed it himself. He’d seen what it had done to Lincoln. Which reminded him, he’d better skedaddle before the honeymoon wore off. Sucre would be looking for him with the items from his half of the list. And as much as he wanted to rub it in Pretty’s face what he’d seen, T-bag knew that now wasn’t the proper time. He’d rather get him alone and out of reach of the Sink. But he’d definitely get him.
Slowly he stepped away, back to from whence he came. In his own room he wiped his cum covered hand on the first shirt he found laying around. It was probably the wetback’s but who gave a shit? He finally had something on that uppity Scofield. The gods had finally smiled down on a Bagwell.
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