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Title: The Ultimate Sacrifice
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Michael�s first day at Fox River is not what he hoped for
Author�s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Prison Break archive, yes to
others with permission
Warnings: crude language, violence, non-con

Pairing: Michael/T-bag, Michael/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Pilot for now but could
possibly be the entire first season if I am encouraged to continue on with this
saga.
Disclaimer: Prison Break belongs to 20^th
Century Fox and Adelstein-Parouse Productions. I am only borrowing their
characters for my own personal pleasure and no permanent harm will come to
them.
Author�s Notes:
1. I tend to
write dark slash stories and this one is no exception so consider this as a
warning.
2. This is Part
III of the series and the NC-17 rating applied to the series as a whole.
3.� I have often wondered how the show would be
different if Sucre was not Michael�s cellmate. This is totally
A/U and will go against the canon of the show. This could possibly turn into a
series that retells the first season and the changes that will take place due
to Michael�s cellie if I am encouraged through feedback.

***************************************************
�The son of man must be delivered
into the hands of sinners and be crucified and on the third day rise again,�
the Chaplin explained. �They remembered his words and so should you�Good day
gentlemen, may God be with you.�
Lincoln
Burrows sat in thought watching as the Chaplin left the alter wondering
where his life had gone so wrong. He had been barely fourteen when his mother
passed away from cancer, and he had practically raised Michael working long
hours and trying to be the responsible older brother. When he had turned
sixteen, he had gotten involved with the wrong crowd and began experimenting
with drugs and Booze. He found that drugs were not only great for forgetting
the pressures and stress most sixteen-year old boys never had to face, but that
drugs were also great for selling and making quick money. He used the drug
money for feeding and clothing Michael while supporting his own drug habit, and
he never once thought about what his addiction was doing to Michael. The two
brothers had grown apart throughout the years due to Lincoln�s lies and secretive
night expeditions, and by the time Michael had turned eighteen, Lincoln had
lost the only woman he had truly ever loved and he had a child with a woman he
barely knew. Lincoln had been arrested numerous times for petty
theft and drug convictions and he had lost count on how many times a more
mature Michael had bailed him out of a jam with his money.
Lincoln had many regrets; including the fact that
he was a lousy father to his son LJ and that he had been a terrible brother to
Michael. He hated the fact that he would not be able to hug his brother and
tell him that he was sorry for his mistakes until the night of his execution,
and Lincoln was heartbroken that it would take his
death to bring Michael back onto his life.
�Let�s go Burrows,� Officer
Patterson ordered.
Lincoln stood awkwardly in all his
chains and turned into the pew aisle only to be faced with the sight of his
brother, �Michael?� Lincoln stared at his brother in shock and disbelief, �Why?�
Michael stepped forward closer to
Linc. �I�m getting you out,� Michael confidently announced.
�Burrows,� Patterson began. �Roll it
up. Happy hour is over.�
Lincoln ignored Patterson and
remained focus on his erroneous brother, �That�s impossible.�
Michael smirked, �Not if you designed
the place it isn�t.�
Lincoln watched as his brother turned
and walked out of the chapel filled with a mixture of awe, appreciation, and
anger; what the hell was Michael thinking getting himself thrown into the
prison in hopes of rescuing his troublesome older brother? Didn�t Michael
realize how dangerous a place like Fox River was
particularly for a man that looked like Michael?
Lincoln�s gut suddenly cringed in apprehension at
what could happen to Michael in general population, �Patterson, could you do me
a favor?�
Phil Patterson grasped Lincoln�s arm,
�What is it Burrows?�
�You see that fish I was talking to?�
Phil shrugged, �Yeah, so?�
Lincoln frowned in concern, �I need you
to find out who his cellie is.�
Patterson arched his brow in
suspicion, �Why is that? What�s the fish to you?�
�Just want to know,� Lincoln replied.
�You looking to hook up with the
newbie and want to know who you have to barter with,� Phil knowingly asked.
After ten years of working in the prison system he knew easy targets when he
saw one, and the new con Linc the Sink referred to was in for a world of hurt
once the gen-pop turned on him.
�Yeah, something like that,� Lincoln lied even more concerned for his brother
now that even the guards were joking about Michael�s apparent popularity in the
cellblock.
Phil laughed softly, �I�ll see what I
can do for you Linc.�
�Thanks,� Lincoln managed through clenched teeth. For the
life of him, Lincoln couldn�t figure out what would have possessed his
crazy-ass brother to risk everything to save the world�s worse father and
brother, but Michael had always felt the need to help the less and unfortunate
souls of the world so why should he expect any less?
*************************************
�So, did you have a good prayer
fish,�
Ripper asked as his new cellie returned from the chapel.
Michael ignored the Neanderthal in
his cell and instead sat on his lower bunk beginning to feel the stress of the
day catching up on him. He had to find a way to meet up with John Abruzzi but
he wasn�t sure how to ditch the over-grown caveman in his cell.
�What you pray for,� Rip asked as he
jumped down from his bunk to stand in front of Michael. �Did you pray to make
it through the day without getting your mouth fucked?�
Michael refused to look up at the
crude man, �No, but I did pray that you would have a horrible disfiguring
accident by the end of the day.�
Ripper yanked the younger con to his
feet by his shirt collar, �That�s real fucking funny fish. Let�s see how funny
you think it is when I�m ripping your sweet tight ass in two with my cock.�
�Open up on forty-one,� the C.O.
bellowed out.
Ripper immediately let the fish go,
�You�re going to learn a lesson of respect real soon.�
�Scofield, the Pope wants to see
you,� the C.O. informed the new con.
�Hurry on little fishy,� Ripper
added. �We�ll finish this when you get back.�
Michael didn�t make eye contact with his
cellie as he was mercifully escorted out of the cell by the officer. As he
walked past cell forty, he caught a glimpse of Sucre who was writing a letter.
�What�s another word for love?� Sucre asked his new cellie.
�How the fuck would I know?� Hogan
responded. �Do I look like I know anything about love?�
Sucre ignored the irritating Hogan
and made eye contact with Michael, �What you looking at fish?�
�Try passion,� Michel suggested
smiling softly at the Puerto Rican.
�Passion,� Sucre grinned returning his attention to the
letter. �Yeah, that�s dope.�
�Move along Scofield,� the officer
barked pushing Michael past cell forty.
�How do you spell passion?� Sucre asked Hogan already knowing that the
misplaced Purity wannabe wouldn�t answer him.
�Get a fucking dictionary and leave
me alone,� Hogan yelled loud enough for the entire tier to hear.
Once again, Michael suspected that Sucre was meant to be his cellie but Bellick had
brokered a deal with T-Bag, and now Michael would have to figure out a way past
the obstacles placed in his way. He looked at his watch noting that it was
already 4PM. Only three hours before the cons were
placed in their cells for the night, and he had yet to make contact with the
most important piece in his elaborate plan, John Abruzzi.
***********************************
Michael sat still in the Warden�s
office as the older gentleman looked at his D.O.C. file making comments about
Michael�s past and his future at Fox River.
Michael had studied the career and life of the Pope on the outside trying to
gain any advantage that he could. He knew that the man was fatherless and
tended to lean towards the rehabilitation aspect of corrections rather than the
punishment aspect like other Wardens before him.
�You were top of your class at Loyola.
Magna Cum Laude in fact,� Warden Henry
Pope remarked obviously impressed with his new prisoner�s education. The
Warden took off his glasses and looked intently at Michael, �I can�t help
wondering what a man with your credentials is doing in a place like this.�
Michael shrugged, �Took a wrong turn
a few months back I guess.�
Pope arched his brows in curiosity,
�You make it sound like a traffic infraction. Like all you did was turn the
wrong way up a one way street.�
�Everyone turns up one sooner or
later,� Michael replied sitting casually in his chair in front of the Warden�s
desk.
Henry got up from his seat and moved
around to stand in front of Michael. �The reason that I called you here�I
noticed in your file under occupation you put down unemployed. That�s not true
now is it?� He sat on the edge of the large desk, �I know you�re a structural
engineer Scofield.�
Henry looked behind Michael to a
large replica of the Taj Mahal that he had been creating for months and
indicated for the new inmate to stand.�
Michael turned his attention to the model of one of the wonders of the
world as well when the Warden escorted him towards the structure.
�The Shah Jahan built the Taj Mahal
as a monument to his undying love for his wife. My wife is quite fond of the
story. It appeals to the romantic side of her.� Henry turned his attention back
to Michael, �Being married to someone in corrections, it�s a terrible job,
wouldn�t wish it on anybody. Yet, in thirty-nine years my wife has never
complained and the worst part is I�ve never thanked her.� Henry sighed in
sadness, �So because I couldn�t say it I thought, you know, I could build it.�
Both men stood in front of the towering monument, �In June, it�s our fortieth
anniversary. Well here, look,� Henry offered bending down so that Michael could
see up inside the structure at the support beams in the ceiling. �The problem
is if I build anymore it�s all going to come down like a house of cards. That�s
where I was hoping you could be of assistance. For the favor, I could offer you
three days of work a week in here and it�ll keep you off the Yard.�
Michael stared at the Taj Mahal
weighing the benefits of being locked away safely in the Warden�s office. He
knew that being inside away from Ripper and T-Bag would be beneficial but he
would lose too much time planning and implementing his plan. �I can�t do it.�
The Warden couldn�t believe that the
new con would turn down such an offer, �Son, it�s better for me to owe you one
in here than it is for you to owe me one I can promise you that.�
Michael would have loved to
have accepted the Warden�s generous offer, but he knew that Lincoln�s life
depended on him and his plan, �I�ll have to take my chances.�
The Warden didn�t even try to hide
his disappointment, �Then we�re through here�guard!�
Michael left the Warden�s office
knowing that he may have pissed off a potential pawn in his plan, but it was
more important to be in the Yard and in his cell than it was to be safe in the
confines of the Warden�s office.
************************************
Michael stood in line for his dinner
scanning the mess hall for Abruzzi. He saw the Purity sitting in the corner taking up four tables and
made a note to himself to avoid them at all cost. He also spotted Sucre sitting with this Latino friends wishing
that he could approach the other man, but he knew that a new fish would not be
welcomed at that table or any other table for that matter.
He grabbed the flimsy silver tray
which held his dinner; a dinner that looked fit for dogs to eat, and nearly
gagged from the smell. Michael was used to having fine food, expensive cars,
fancy clothes, and an elaborate loft high in the skyline
of Chicago and getting adjusted to the meager provisions of prison was not as
easy as he hoped. The only thing keeping him from having a total meltdown over
the things he had lost was his love and loyalty for Lincoln and his ingenious plan.
Michael ignored the stares of the
other cons and made his way over towards an empty table but caught a glimpse of
Abruzzi huddled in the corner with his Mafia gang.
He quickly walked over towards the table before Ripper or anyone else could
stop him and stood by the table with his tray in hand.
John Abruzzi for his part ignored the
annoying fish standing by his table and continued to stab into his Salisbury
steak.
�Abruzzi, I need you to hire me for
P.I.,� Michael informed the Mob Boss. Prison Industries was a work detail ran
by Abruzzi and it was vital that Michael get into
P.I. if he wanted his plan to work.
�Not interested fish,� Abruzzi replied not looking up from his dinner.
Not just anyone got into P.I; sure as hell not some fish fresh into the tank.
�Beat it.�
�Maybe you should listen to what I
got to say,� Michael hinted.
�You got nothing I want,� Abruzzi informed the pest at his table.
Michael held his tray in one hand and
took an origami crane from his shirt pocket. �Wouldn�t be too sure about that.�
Abruzzi chuckled when he saw Michael
place the crane on his table, �My mistake. It�s just what I need, a duck.�
Michael ignored Abruzzi�s sarcasm. �P.I. Abruzzi. I might just be
more of assistance than you think.� Three of Abruzzi�s thugs stood up in warning making Michael
take a step back, �Mull it over and come and find me when you�re ready to
talk.�
Abruzzi looked back over his shoulder watching as
the fish walked to a single table wondering where the younger man had gotten
the balls to approach him. �These new fish today have absolutely no idea of
what it means to respect the sharks in the tank, do they?�
******************************************
Michael stood at the closed bars of
his cell watching in interest as the guards took bed count. It was 7PM, and no con would leave the cellblock
again until the morning except for emergencies. He tried to suppress the fear
and dread being locked inside with Ripper for nearly twelve hours was causing
to his mindset but every sound the brawny man made caused Michael�s gut to
clench in anxiety.
�You need to relax fish,� Ripper
grinned from his cot. �Being all tight like that is only going to make it hurt
worse.�
Michael closed his eyes trying to
block out the images of what Ripper would do to him once the final count had
been completed. �I thought I was T-Bag�s�
�Oh you are, but he gave me
permission to take you out for a test drive,� Ripper cruelly teased. �He said I
could fuck your pretty mouth and feed you my cum.�
�Not really hungry,� Michael replied
gripping the bars tightly.
�Can�t wait to fuck that attitude out
of you,� Ripper responded roaming his eyes up and down Scofield�s long and
lithe body. �You�re going to be fun to break.�
Michael turned to face Ripper, �Just
out of curiosity�how much did Bellick charge for me?�
Ripper laughed loudly, �You catch on
quick, don�t you?� He jumped down from his cot and stepped into Michael�s
personal space, �It�s not really polite to talk price. Why you interested? Want
to know if you can buy your freedom?�
Michael refused to step back away
from the imminent attack, �No, I just wanted to know the going price for
selling new inmates to rapist and pedophiles.�
�Forty-one, Lankford, Scofield,� the
C.O. called from the bars as he checked their names off on a clipboard.
Michael watched as the guard walked
past their cell and continued on with his count. He pushed his fear down and
looked at Ripper in defiance, �How much?�
�Why don�t you discuss that with T
tomorrow? I�m sure he�ll be more than happy to tell you how much you cost him,�
Ripper sadistically grinned. �He always had an appreciation for expensive
whores.� When he got no response from Michael he began to unbutton his pants,
�Why don�t you pull down that sheet so we can have some privacy?�
Michael looked above the bars and saw
a sheet attached to the wall with grey duct tape, �I don�t think so.�
�You want everybody to see you on
your knees sucking me off?�
�No,� Michael quickly answered.
Michael nervously chewed at his bottom lip, �What exactly are my choices here?�
�The way I see it,� Ripper began
reaching inside his prison-issued boxers. �You either suck me off or tonight�s
your last night alive.�
Michael mentally kicked himself for
never seeing this scenario unfolding when making his escape plan. His naive
mind had never even considered the possibility, �That doesn�t work for me.�
�Those are your only choices,� Ripper
informed Michael pulling out his semi-hard prick.
Michael looked away from the
offensive appendage but not before he caught a glimpse of the other man�s
impressive size. �I�m sure there is something else I can offer you in return.�
Ripper began stroking himself into
full hardness, �You�re out of luck because all I want is your body.�
�What if I could offer you a way out
of here?� Michael reluctantly asked.
�No thanks,� Ripper responded before
he snapped out like a striking snake turning the fish towards the bars and
placing Michael in a choke hold. He pressed his forearm into Michael�s throat
rubbing his dick onto the pretty con�s cloth-covered ass. �Pull the fucking
curtain down before I snap your neck.�
Michael tore at the other man�s arm
but to no avail. The man was a good fifty pounds heavier than him and a couple
of inches taller. With a shaking hand, Michael reached up and loosened the
white sheer watching in dismay as the sheet fell and covered the bars leaving
him cut off from the rest of the prison.
�Good boy,� Ripper commented
loosening his grip on Michael�s neck but not letting go completely. �That�s a
good fishy.�
�I thought you said you weren�t a
rapist,� Michael sneered in disgust as the other man humped his thigh and ass
with his fully erect shaft.
Ripper placed his mouth near
Michael�s ear, �You honestly believed that shit?� He licked and sucked on
Michael�s earlobe enjoying the trembles vibrating off the sweet boy�s body.
�You�re more gullible than I thought.�
�Get the fuck off me!� Michael
yelled.
Rip used his free hand to cover Michael�s
mouth, �That�s the only time you make that mistake and live to tell about
it�it�s no fair screaming for help.�
Michael could smell the sweat and
musk of the other man�s skin and felt a wave of nausea knowing that he was
trapped with no way out of the mess he had found himself in. He shook his head
in understanding and Ripper pulled his hand away, �What do I have to do to get
his over with as quickly as possible?�
Ripper slowly smiled knowing that his
prey had finally realized he was trapped, �First, I�m going to let you go and
then you�re going to drop to your knees, understand?�
Michael sighed in defeat, �Yes.�
Ripper released Michael and watched
as the fish dropped gracefully to his knees. He rubbed his thumb over the boy�s
bottom lip, �Has anyone ever told you that you have a cock-sucking mouth?�
�I would say thank you for that high
compliment but somehow it just doesn�t seem right,� Michael responded angrily.
Ripper playfully slapped Michael�s
face, �Keep talking to me like that and you�ll have bruises all over that
pretty face of yours.�
�And T would be cool with you
damaging his merchandise?�
Rip slapped Michael�s face harder
causing the younger man�s head to snap to the side. �T�s never had a problem
with bruises. He�s not going to fuck your bruises.� He grabbed Michael�s chin
and squeezed it tightly, �You ever sucked dick before?�
�No,� Michael whispered beginning to
feel truly terrified.
�I�ll teach you baby,� Ripper cooed.
�I wouldn�t want you to give T-Bag a bad blow job. He�s killed for less.�
Ripper pushed his pants and boxer down to his ankles and toeing off his shoes,
�Take off your shirt.�
Michael slowly pushed his blue shirt
off his shoulders leaving him in his grey long-sleeved t-shirt watching as the
large throbbing cock bobbed in front of his face. �What now?�
�That shouldn�t be too hard to figure
out college boy,� Ripper smiled as he took Michael�s blue shirt in his hands.
�Put it the fuck in your mouth and suck on it. Ain�t you ever had a blow job
before?� He watched as Michael�s perfect mouth inched closer to his prick,
�Come on fish. Put it in your mouth.� He watched in avid fascination as the
smaller man timidly stuck his tongue out and licked the mushroom head of Rip�s
engorged shaft. �That�s it boy�your tongue feels fucking good.�
Michael placed his hands on his own
thighs and continued licking despite the revulsion he was feeling. Sucking cock
wasn�t exactly part of his plan, and he knew that this was just the beginning
of the Purity�s plans for him. All he could do was cooperate so he could live
long enough to get Lincoln out of the snake pit.
�Stay with me Scofield. Don�t go
wondering off in your head trying to pretend that this isn�t happening,� Ripper
warned.
Michael looked up into the man�s
cruel eyes, �Excuse me for trying to block this oh so wonderful experience
out.�
Rip grabbed Michael�s chin and pushed
him down onto the concrete floor leaving his thighs and calves pinned painfully
underneath his body. �I warned you fish about that attitude.�
Michael grimaced in discomfort as his
body was contorted into the awkward position. His long legs were trapped
underneath his ass; his prison boots digging into his lower back. �I�m
sorry�please let me go.�
Ripper straddled the immobile boy�s
slender body and placed his crotch at Michael�s mouth, �Fuck no. I warned you
and now you have to pay the price.� He released Michael�s chin and instead
grabbed the back of the fish�s neck and lifted his head up off the floor so he
could fuck Michael�s mouth. �Open that mouth boy or I will break you jaw and
don�t even think about biting me.�
Michael opened his mouth, closed his
eyes, and placed his hands flat on the ground clawing at the concrete floor as
the con shoved his fat leaking cock into his mouth. Michael gagged instantly as
the man pushed the tip of his prick up against the back of his throat.
�You�ll get use to it boy,� Ripper
laughed as the pretty con gagged on his intrusive dick. �Come on Michael�take
it like a big boy�take that fat cock.� Rip took the blue shirt from his other
hand and wrapped it around the back of Michael�s neck holding onto the ends of
the shirt like he was reining in a horse. �That�s it baby�such a hot mouth.�
Rip used the shirt to pull and tug at Michael�s head as he slammed in and out
of the fish�s mouth smiling in amusement as the boy struggled to breathe, �Such
a filthy mouth�just begging for my spunk.�
Michael felt his eyes going into the
back of his head as his mouth was pummeled and his air was cut off. He could
feel hot tears of shame and pain cascading down his cheeks as he was violated
and degraded by Ripper. His always busy mind took in the details of the smell
of Ripper�s testicles and pubic hair, the slightly bitter taste of leaking
precum, the sound of a dick being slammed into his mouth past his aching lips,
and the dizziness caused by the lack of oxygen.
�Open your fucking eyes bitch,�
Ripper demanded. �I want to see you looking at me when I shoot my load down
your throat.� Ripper took in the tears and spit on Michael�s swollen lips as he
pushed past them, �You are fucking amazing boy�so fucking pretty.� Rip felt his
release barreling full speed up his cock and lost it completely when he looked
into the fish�s amazing tear-filled blue eyes, �Here it is baby�take it all
down like a good fishy.�
Michael felt the warm thick semen
shooting into this mouth sliding down his throat and tried desperately to
swallow it all before he choked on the bitter milky fluid but Michael could
feel some of it dripping down his chin.
Ripper smiled in pleasure as his new
toy swallowed his cum like a pro, �Damn, you�re good�T�s going to love your
fucking mouth.� He relaxed and let go of the shirt allowing Michael to rest his
head on the floor, �You sure you haven�t done that before?�
Michael wiped the back of his hand
across his mouth trying to get the spit and cooling spunk off his mouth, �Can
you please get off of me?�
�Since you asked so nice,� Ripper
replied standing up on slightly unsteady legs. He offered Michael a hand and
pulled him to his feet, �Whatever T paid for you was well worth it.�
Michael pulled his hand out of Rip�s
grip and went over to the sink to brush his teeth and wash his face trying to
keep in the sarcastic reply just begging to be said. He knew that he was going
to have to learn control of his mouth if he wanted to live long enough to get Lincoln out.
�You�re a quick learner Scofield,�
Ripper remarked pulling on his boxers and putting his softening cock back into
place. �Keep it up and you might just live through tomorrow.� He jumped up onto
his bunk, rolled the sheet back up, and secured it with the tape, �And that is
something my dick would love to see happen.�
Michael silently
walked to his bunk and slipped inside out of Ripper�s eyesight hoping that the man
would soon be asleep so he could concentrate on the next step of his plan
rather than waiting around for another attack. He knew that all the humiliation
and pain would all be worth it once Lincoln and he were outside the walls of Fox River but it wasn�t going to be easy being the
sacrificial lamb being led to the slaughter.

Part IV coming
soon.
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The Ultimate Sacrifice

Warnings: crude language, violence, non-con