FIC: Sugar and Spice
Title Sugar and Spice
Author deadbeat_nymph
Pairing/character Michael/Lincoln
Rating NC-17
Prompt "This time, a regular spanking won't do…"
Kink Figging
Notes Written for Round 1 of rounds_of_kink.
Beta The lovely wanton_erato. Thank you!
Warnings EXTREME KINK. Implied underage sexual content, figging, assorted pervertibles and spanking. Humour.
Summary Michael has a problem, and Lincoln has to deal with it.
Sugar and Spice
That boy had stuck everything up there. Lincoln had watched enough porn to have heard about hungry cunts and assholes, but this was ridiculous.
The first time it had been a banana. Lincoln had come home from work on a Tuesday afternoon to find his brother pantless on the kitchen table, his t-shirted back and bare feet pressed into the wood, his thighs splayed open. Michael's hand had been fast at work and his butt cheeks clenching. His hole convulsed around something thick and pale as Lincoln's What the fuck are you doing? was answered with a vagrant come shot that smacked the blade of the ceiling fan above. Thank god the fan hadn't been on.
Of course, the best part had come after Michael's hips settled and he tried to eject the potassium rich dildo. It had gone in slightly underripe, but the warmth and moisture of his rectum had softened it, and Michael's hole pinched it in half, swallowing the inserted portion deeply. The rest of Lincoln's evening had consisted of fingers sticky with banana goo and wrist and forearm slick as vegetable oil dripped down them. Eventually, Lincoln had had to make a trip to Wal-Mart, choosing castor oil over Ex-Lax. Michael had spent the better part of the night on the toilet, groaning and hyperventilating over vicious cramps.
"That'll learn you," Lincoln had said, unable to erase the grin from his face entirely.
He was wrong.
Later had come a carrot, which hadn't got stuck but had left a discomfort in Michael's gut that Lincoln couldn't ignore. The wriggling of the body tucked into his arms had kept him awake all night, and gentle petting hadn't been enough to soothe. Then there had been sweat and tears.
Lincoln had tried to compromise, he really had. He'd spent an entire Sunday afternoon eating strawberries from Michael's hole, kissing and licking and sucking them out. Michael had come three times. Teenage boys. But two weeks later, Lincoln had found himself mining Michael's ass for buried treasure once more. His baby brother's squirms and shudders pained Lincoln past the original annoyance, and he knew it had to stop. He'd swallowed his machismo and gone to a sex shop to buy Michael a butt plug, selecting a black one that tapered elegantly into a large flared base. It was more expensive than most, but Michael could be such a little snob at times that Lincoln had had to make sure it was perfect.
"That's a good one. It'll give you good fullness and rock your prostate," the large gentleman behind the counter had told him.
"Great," Lincoln had muttered, but he'd had to admit to himself that it was pretty sexy.
Michael had loved it and thanked him profusely. He'd modeled it for Lincoln right away, doing a little dance with his hips while on all fours. Lincoln had laughed in delight at the seductive spectacle and a joyful romp of tongues and palms had followed quickly. Michael had liked it so much that he'd insisted on keeping it in all night, and Lincoln couldn't help but enjoy the knowledge that the tender bottom pressed into his crotch while they spooned was full of sex toy.
Lincoln hadn't left it at that, either, gleaning that the element of food itself was a turn on for his brother. The first week Michael was back at school following Christmas break, it was a honey tongue bath. A couple of weeks later there had been the Nutella thing.
On Valentine's Day, he'd treated Michael to a languorous make-out session that had featured cinnamon heart kisses. He'd let the crude red candies melt on his tongue before kissing Michael slowly and deeply. They'd passed the candies back and forth, the sweet heat of them firing the kisses with even more fervor than they'd had normally. Then there'd been searing blowjobbery, mouths hot with spice making skin tingle. Lincoln had taken pride in Michael's squeals and shouts, thinking he'd finally found a way to satisfy Michael's strange appetite. He discovered he was wrong when Michael later began to squirm in his lap, hissing between pleas to get them out! Lincoln hadn't failed to notice, however, the way Michael's hard on pulsed and leaked the entire time.
And then last week's main event in the venue of Michael's nether regions had pushed Lincoln over the edge. Upon returning from Veronica's, he'd been greeted with the sight of Michael naked on the couch, belly covered in jizz and legs in the air, trying to pull daintily at something from behind his thighs.
Lincoln had sighed. "What is it this time?" he asked.
"Blow pop?" Michael answered, having the decency to blush, at least.
"Fuck, Michael," Lincoln said and sat on the couch beside his brother's hindquarters. Using one hand to grasp the backs of Michael's knees and press them forward, he plucked at the thin white cylinder with the other. He dug his fingernails into it, sliding and twisting it as delicately as he could until he got a firm hold on it. He had to yank it several times before he could extract it completely, the process winding up Michael all over again.
At Michael's pleading look, Lincoln slapped the back of his thigh. "Don't even think about it," he said, then bent to examine the perverted treat, half-melted already.
Cherry. It figured.
A few days passed and another trip to Wal-Mart had Lincoln fuming. Trying not to look suspicious while paying for plain yogurt and a turkey baster, he pondered all the ways he could make Michael suffer for this once the anal fucking yeast infection had abated. The pleasure Michael took from the yogurt treatments hadn't helped his case, and Lincoln was out for revenge as much as for behavior modification.
Of course, spanking the kid was no good. Michael liked spankings even more than blowjobs, although he'd never admit it. A harder spanking might work, but with the way things had been going, he might actually have to hurt Michael, and he just couldn't bring himself to do that. A red bottom, tender and hot, was one thing, but welts and bruises were another.
But maybe giving Michael exactly what he wanted would do the trick.
* * *
On his way home from work, Lincoln stopped by the sex shop where he'd bought Michael's butt plug. The same gentleman who'd been working that day was behind the counter. He eyed Lincoln with amusement.
"Can I help you?" he said.
Lincoln hesitated. "Um, well… I hope so," he said. He cleared his throat and continued, "I'm looking for something… Something that's… like, kinda painful, but won't cause any actual damage. Something that kind of stings."
"Yes?"
"Yeah, like something really weird."
The man smirked. "Something weird, you say?"
Remembering himself, he met the man's gaze with his own Lincoln Burrows I'm gonna fuck you hard and twice stare. "Something that uses food would be awesome," he said.
The man laughed and gave him a conciliatory smile. "I think I might have an idea, but we don't sell it here."
Upon receiving the man's explanation and instructions, Lincoln grinned. "That'll do," he said and turned to leave.
"You have a nice day, son," the man called out to him.
He glanced over his shoulder and winked.
* * *
"Hey, Mikey," Lincoln said as he shut the door behind him. He went straight to the kitchen and set the grocery bag on the table before removing his jacket, hat and gloves.
Michael glanced up from his homework and smiled.
Lincoln dealt him his most seductive gaze. "I have a treat for you, if you're in the mood for it," he said.
Michael looked at his brother through long, thick lashes. "What kind of treat?"
"A special kind," Lincoln said, his grin broadening.
Michael's eyes widened with understanding. "Yes please," he said.
"Go wait for me on the bed."
Michael was on his feet and running in nanoseconds, and Lincoln set to his task, preparing the items he'd need.
Entering the bedroom several minutes later, Lincoln took in the sight before him. Naked already, Michael was sprawled on the bed, prone, fists and face buried in the pillow, pert bottom twitching in anticipation.
Drawing to the bed, Lincoln laid the tray he'd brought from the kitchen down gently. He slid a hand down Michael's back slowly, bringing it to rest on the crown of a buttock.
"What's that?" Michael asked, eyeing the items on the tray.
"That's your treat," Lincoln said. He picked up the piece of ginger, peeled and shaped into butt plug form, and brought it forward for Michael's inspection.
At Michael's look of confusion, he said, "It's ginger."
"Ginger? What for?"
"What do you think?" Lincoln said, grinning.
Michael smiled tentatively, but appeared to push aside his lingering confusion. "What's the wooden spoon for?" he said.
Lincoln chuckled. "We'll get to that in a bit."
He drew the hand he had lain on Michael's backside downward and slipped his fingers between the tender thighs. He massaged the flesh, prying Michael's thighs apart.
He pressed the ginger against Michael's lips and said, "Open up."
Michael spread his lips and let the ginger slip past them. Lincoln pulled it back, then pushed it forward slowly, teasing Michael's mouth. "How does it taste?" he asked. He paused to let Michael answer.
"Um, cold, but hot, too?" Michael offered.
"That sounds about right," Lincoln said, chuckling again. "Now make sure you get it really wet."
Michael obeyed, sucking and tonguing the root languidly. He never took his eyes off of Lincoln's, and Lincoln could see in them the mix of anxiety and anticipation reaching an apex as the intensity of the flavor began to build.
When Lincoln felt that Michael and the ginger were thoroughly prepared, he withdrew the root and brought it down to the crease of his brother's bottom. With his other hand he spread the plush cheeks and, after a ceremonial swirl around the rim of Michael's rosebud, he inserted it in one steady push.
Michael moaned and began to wriggle almost immediately. Lincoln drew his thighs back together and held them in place with a firm grip, which increased the pressure of Michael's rectum against the plug.
Michael's breathing became labored and he kicked his ankle against the mattress. "Oh… oh…" he mewled.
Lincoln hesitated. "How is it?"
"Mmm…" Michael moaned. "It - it stings..." he exhaled thickly. His writhes found a rhythm as he pumped against the bed, hips circling to a beat that found its way to Lincoln's crotch.
"Michael?"
"Mmmm… ungh… hhhhuh…"
"Michael!" Lincoln released his brother's thighs and smacked a cheek as it crested.
"Oh, fuck, Linc…" Michael's breathing, deep and moist, had settled into the rhythm of his hips. "More…"
Lincoln's hand caught in the air. He opened his mouth but found no words to push past his lips. Instead, he drew back his forearm and let it fly, allowing his palm to speak for him as it resounded against warm skin.
"Again," Michael groaned, "please…"
Lincoln's hand struck again, fingers splaying on the cheek and leaving a clear handprint. His cock pulsed at the sight.
A grunt tore from Michael's chest. "Harder."
Lincoln's body responded for his mind, now frozen. He reached for the tray and grabbed the wooden spoon. He rubbed the head of it against his palm for a moment, and when Michael's ass had circled its way back into the air, he snapped his wrist. The wood cracked against Michael's flesh, unleashing sound waves that exploded in Lincoln's ears.
"Argh!" Michael bucked, breaking the rhythm but finding a new one. He began to pump fiercely against the mattress, distilling from the hip waltz all that he needed.
Before Lincoln could judge its meaning, his wrist snapped again. Another clap ripped through the air as a second bright spot surfaced on Michael's ass.
Michael hissed, "Linc," and turned his head to lay a gaze on his brother that dared and begged at the same time.
Lincoln inhaled roughly. His cock responded to Michael's eyes even more than to his thrusts, smell and skin. Aching and leaking, Lincoln snapped his wrist again and again, punctuating Michael's cries for faster, harder, more. Michael's hips lurched higher, plumbed further, driving his crotch into the bed at a manic pace. The violence of his bucking spurred Lincoln's wrist, and the spoon met Michael's ass at every thrust. As the pink spots in his cheeks coalesced into a fierce red glow, drops of spiced fluid rolled down between his thighs. His cries became shouts, those shouts became screams, and those screams rose until his mouth froze around one breath and his whole body convulsed.
Michael jerked for a long moment before his breath returned to him. Slowly, gasps and twitches surrendered to pants and trembles, and he moaned.
"Well, that was a bust," Lincoln said.
Michael's eyes popped open. "What do you mean? That was awesome!" At Lincoln's sigh, he continued, "No, really Linc, it was the amazing… Best treat ever."
"Fine, Michael, you win," Lincoln said, adjusting his hard on through his jeans. "But from now on, I don't want you to stick anything up there without my supervision. And if you do, I won't spank you."
Michael giggled. "Deal."
Author deadbeat_nymph
Pairing/character Michael/Lincoln
Rating NC-17
Prompt "This time, a regular spanking won't do…"
Kink Figging
Notes Written for Round 1 of rounds_of_kink.
Beta The lovely wanton_erato. Thank you!
Warnings EXTREME KINK. Implied underage sexual content, figging, assorted pervertibles and spanking. Humour.
Summary Michael has a problem, and Lincoln has to deal with it.
Sugar and Spice
That boy had stuck everything up there. Lincoln had watched enough porn to have heard about hungry cunts and assholes, but this was ridiculous.
The first time it had been a banana. Lincoln had come home from work on a Tuesday afternoon to find his brother pantless on the kitchen table, his t-shirted back and bare feet pressed into the wood, his thighs splayed open. Michael's hand had been fast at work and his butt cheeks clenching. His hole convulsed around something thick and pale as Lincoln's What the fuck are you doing? was answered with a vagrant come shot that smacked the blade of the ceiling fan above. Thank god the fan hadn't been on.
Of course, the best part had come after Michael's hips settled and he tried to eject the potassium rich dildo. It had gone in slightly underripe, but the warmth and moisture of his rectum had softened it, and Michael's hole pinched it in half, swallowing the inserted portion deeply. The rest of Lincoln's evening had consisted of fingers sticky with banana goo and wrist and forearm slick as vegetable oil dripped down them. Eventually, Lincoln had had to make a trip to Wal-Mart, choosing castor oil over Ex-Lax. Michael had spent the better part of the night on the toilet, groaning and hyperventilating over vicious cramps.
"That'll learn you," Lincoln had said, unable to erase the grin from his face entirely.
He was wrong.
Later had come a carrot, which hadn't got stuck but had left a discomfort in Michael's gut that Lincoln couldn't ignore. The wriggling of the body tucked into his arms had kept him awake all night, and gentle petting hadn't been enough to soothe. Then there had been sweat and tears.
Lincoln had tried to compromise, he really had. He'd spent an entire Sunday afternoon eating strawberries from Michael's hole, kissing and licking and sucking them out. Michael had come three times. Teenage boys. But two weeks later, Lincoln had found himself mining Michael's ass for buried treasure once more. His baby brother's squirms and shudders pained Lincoln past the original annoyance, and he knew it had to stop. He'd swallowed his machismo and gone to a sex shop to buy Michael a butt plug, selecting a black one that tapered elegantly into a large flared base. It was more expensive than most, but Michael could be such a little snob at times that Lincoln had had to make sure it was perfect.
"That's a good one. It'll give you good fullness and rock your prostate," the large gentleman behind the counter had told him.
"Great," Lincoln had muttered, but he'd had to admit to himself that it was pretty sexy.
Michael had loved it and thanked him profusely. He'd modeled it for Lincoln right away, doing a little dance with his hips while on all fours. Lincoln had laughed in delight at the seductive spectacle and a joyful romp of tongues and palms had followed quickly. Michael had liked it so much that he'd insisted on keeping it in all night, and Lincoln couldn't help but enjoy the knowledge that the tender bottom pressed into his crotch while they spooned was full of sex toy.
Lincoln hadn't left it at that, either, gleaning that the element of food itself was a turn on for his brother. The first week Michael was back at school following Christmas break, it was a honey tongue bath. A couple of weeks later there had been the Nutella thing.
On Valentine's Day, he'd treated Michael to a languorous make-out session that had featured cinnamon heart kisses. He'd let the crude red candies melt on his tongue before kissing Michael slowly and deeply. They'd passed the candies back and forth, the sweet heat of them firing the kisses with even more fervor than they'd had normally. Then there'd been searing blowjobbery, mouths hot with spice making skin tingle. Lincoln had taken pride in Michael's squeals and shouts, thinking he'd finally found a way to satisfy Michael's strange appetite. He discovered he was wrong when Michael later began to squirm in his lap, hissing between pleas to get them out! Lincoln hadn't failed to notice, however, the way Michael's hard on pulsed and leaked the entire time.
And then last week's main event in the venue of Michael's nether regions had pushed Lincoln over the edge. Upon returning from Veronica's, he'd been greeted with the sight of Michael naked on the couch, belly covered in jizz and legs in the air, trying to pull daintily at something from behind his thighs.
Lincoln had sighed. "What is it this time?" he asked.
"Blow pop?" Michael answered, having the decency to blush, at least.
"Fuck, Michael," Lincoln said and sat on the couch beside his brother's hindquarters. Using one hand to grasp the backs of Michael's knees and press them forward, he plucked at the thin white cylinder with the other. He dug his fingernails into it, sliding and twisting it as delicately as he could until he got a firm hold on it. He had to yank it several times before he could extract it completely, the process winding up Michael all over again.
At Michael's pleading look, Lincoln slapped the back of his thigh. "Don't even think about it," he said, then bent to examine the perverted treat, half-melted already.
Cherry. It figured.
A few days passed and another trip to Wal-Mart had Lincoln fuming. Trying not to look suspicious while paying for plain yogurt and a turkey baster, he pondered all the ways he could make Michael suffer for this once the anal fucking yeast infection had abated. The pleasure Michael took from the yogurt treatments hadn't helped his case, and Lincoln was out for revenge as much as for behavior modification.
Of course, spanking the kid was no good. Michael liked spankings even more than blowjobs, although he'd never admit it. A harder spanking might work, but with the way things had been going, he might actually have to hurt Michael, and he just couldn't bring himself to do that. A red bottom, tender and hot, was one thing, but welts and bruises were another.
But maybe giving Michael exactly what he wanted would do the trick.
* * *
On his way home from work, Lincoln stopped by the sex shop where he'd bought Michael's butt plug. The same gentleman who'd been working that day was behind the counter. He eyed Lincoln with amusement.
"Can I help you?" he said.
Lincoln hesitated. "Um, well… I hope so," he said. He cleared his throat and continued, "I'm looking for something… Something that's… like, kinda painful, but won't cause any actual damage. Something that kind of stings."
"Yes?"
"Yeah, like something really weird."
The man smirked. "Something weird, you say?"
Remembering himself, he met the man's gaze with his own Lincoln Burrows I'm gonna fuck you hard and twice stare. "Something that uses food would be awesome," he said.
The man laughed and gave him a conciliatory smile. "I think I might have an idea, but we don't sell it here."
Upon receiving the man's explanation and instructions, Lincoln grinned. "That'll do," he said and turned to leave.
"You have a nice day, son," the man called out to him.
He glanced over his shoulder and winked.
* * *
"Hey, Mikey," Lincoln said as he shut the door behind him. He went straight to the kitchen and set the grocery bag on the table before removing his jacket, hat and gloves.
Michael glanced up from his homework and smiled.
Lincoln dealt him his most seductive gaze. "I have a treat for you, if you're in the mood for it," he said.
Michael looked at his brother through long, thick lashes. "What kind of treat?"
"A special kind," Lincoln said, his grin broadening.
Michael's eyes widened with understanding. "Yes please," he said.
"Go wait for me on the bed."
Michael was on his feet and running in nanoseconds, and Lincoln set to his task, preparing the items he'd need.
Entering the bedroom several minutes later, Lincoln took in the sight before him. Naked already, Michael was sprawled on the bed, prone, fists and face buried in the pillow, pert bottom twitching in anticipation.
Drawing to the bed, Lincoln laid the tray he'd brought from the kitchen down gently. He slid a hand down Michael's back slowly, bringing it to rest on the crown of a buttock.
"What's that?" Michael asked, eyeing the items on the tray.
"That's your treat," Lincoln said. He picked up the piece of ginger, peeled and shaped into butt plug form, and brought it forward for Michael's inspection.
At Michael's look of confusion, he said, "It's ginger."
"Ginger? What for?"
"What do you think?" Lincoln said, grinning.
Michael smiled tentatively, but appeared to push aside his lingering confusion. "What's the wooden spoon for?" he said.
Lincoln chuckled. "We'll get to that in a bit."
He drew the hand he had lain on Michael's backside downward and slipped his fingers between the tender thighs. He massaged the flesh, prying Michael's thighs apart.
He pressed the ginger against Michael's lips and said, "Open up."
Michael spread his lips and let the ginger slip past them. Lincoln pulled it back, then pushed it forward slowly, teasing Michael's mouth. "How does it taste?" he asked. He paused to let Michael answer.
"Um, cold, but hot, too?" Michael offered.
"That sounds about right," Lincoln said, chuckling again. "Now make sure you get it really wet."
Michael obeyed, sucking and tonguing the root languidly. He never took his eyes off of Lincoln's, and Lincoln could see in them the mix of anxiety and anticipation reaching an apex as the intensity of the flavor began to build.
When Lincoln felt that Michael and the ginger were thoroughly prepared, he withdrew the root and brought it down to the crease of his brother's bottom. With his other hand he spread the plush cheeks and, after a ceremonial swirl around the rim of Michael's rosebud, he inserted it in one steady push.
Michael moaned and began to wriggle almost immediately. Lincoln drew his thighs back together and held them in place with a firm grip, which increased the pressure of Michael's rectum against the plug.
Michael's breathing became labored and he kicked his ankle against the mattress. "Oh… oh…" he mewled.
Lincoln hesitated. "How is it?"
"Mmm…" Michael moaned. "It - it stings..." he exhaled thickly. His writhes found a rhythm as he pumped against the bed, hips circling to a beat that found its way to Lincoln's crotch.
"Michael?"
"Mmmm… ungh… hhhhuh…"
"Michael!" Lincoln released his brother's thighs and smacked a cheek as it crested.
"Oh, fuck, Linc…" Michael's breathing, deep and moist, had settled into the rhythm of his hips. "More…"
Lincoln's hand caught in the air. He opened his mouth but found no words to push past his lips. Instead, he drew back his forearm and let it fly, allowing his palm to speak for him as it resounded against warm skin.
"Again," Michael groaned, "please…"
Lincoln's hand struck again, fingers splaying on the cheek and leaving a clear handprint. His cock pulsed at the sight.
A grunt tore from Michael's chest. "Harder."
Lincoln's body responded for his mind, now frozen. He reached for the tray and grabbed the wooden spoon. He rubbed the head of it against his palm for a moment, and when Michael's ass had circled its way back into the air, he snapped his wrist. The wood cracked against Michael's flesh, unleashing sound waves that exploded in Lincoln's ears.
"Argh!" Michael bucked, breaking the rhythm but finding a new one. He began to pump fiercely against the mattress, distilling from the hip waltz all that he needed.
Before Lincoln could judge its meaning, his wrist snapped again. Another clap ripped through the air as a second bright spot surfaced on Michael's ass.
Michael hissed, "Linc," and turned his head to lay a gaze on his brother that dared and begged at the same time.
Lincoln inhaled roughly. His cock responded to Michael's eyes even more than to his thrusts, smell and skin. Aching and leaking, Lincoln snapped his wrist again and again, punctuating Michael's cries for faster, harder, more. Michael's hips lurched higher, plumbed further, driving his crotch into the bed at a manic pace. The violence of his bucking spurred Lincoln's wrist, and the spoon met Michael's ass at every thrust. As the pink spots in his cheeks coalesced into a fierce red glow, drops of spiced fluid rolled down between his thighs. His cries became shouts, those shouts became screams, and those screams rose until his mouth froze around one breath and his whole body convulsed.
Michael jerked for a long moment before his breath returned to him. Slowly, gasps and twitches surrendered to pants and trembles, and he moaned.
"Well, that was a bust," Lincoln said.
Michael's eyes popped open. "What do you mean? That was awesome!" At Lincoln's sigh, he continued, "No, really Linc, it was the amazing… Best treat ever."
"Fine, Michael, you win," Lincoln said, adjusting his hard on through his jeans. "But from now on, I don't want you to stick anything up there without my supervision. And if you do, I won't spank you."
Michael giggled. "Deal."