A world for us.

Fingers.

Shaky fingers traced Michael's shadow on the nasty wall of Sona. Alex looked exctatic and unwell, more than usual. Sona was slowly destroing him, crawling its venom through his veins.
Michael only remembered that, his blowned up pupils, the salty smell of the man's skin, and the way his hand moved around his body. Mahone pinned him against the wall just as he did before with the picture of his face.
''Alex''
He exhaled hardly and watched the man before him close his eyes to breath in Michael's breathing.
The hand wasn't moving away from the wall, tracing and tracing, even with his eyes closed. Mahone knew him, his silhouette, his frame. He could draw him by heart, could paint Michael's figure on the wall for hours.
It wasn't much of a contact but it fed his obsession, his desire, his-
Whatever it was.
''Alex''
Michael echoed making the man's eyebrows twitch and bend as he was suffering. As it hurt him to be this close yet this far away from Scofield.
Scofield.
A hand crawled on his upper arm slowly, making him come closer. Michael closed his fingers around the twitching muscles and approached his face, slowly, silent and soft like he tried not to scare Alex.
Finally, their lips brushed and that seemed like an explosion, everything seemed more real and vivid. But it was just them, only them and their desperate way to cling to something, someone they knew and knew them.
Mahone pulled his face away to lick his lips.
''I smell bad''
He said and huffed hardly.
Still, he kissed him again and his other hand came to Michael's cheek to hold him there. To trap him just a little, to keep him close and Michael only nodded and kissed his thin lips.
''I'm sorry-''
He tried to say but the younger opened his eyes to capture Mahone's sight and his lips were shut by his lips once again.
''Michael''
He tried, caressing the hot cheek, grabbing his chin. Scofield wouldn't let go, he was stuck to Mahone like a starved man. He needed him just as much as Alex needed Michael.
''I'm sorry.''
He finally managed to say and Michael watched him silently, following the lines on Alex's face like he studied a map.
''You may not understand for now... But believe me on that. I sincerely apologize.''
Alex added, holding the man's face between his caloused palms, warm and dry and dirty.
''One day, you will tell me and i will believe you.''
Scofield answered lowly, putting back his body against the wall to fully watch Mahone nodd and bend his nape slowly.
His skull rested on Michael collar bone and he took a time to smell him, to capture his scent and warmth and sigh as Michael's arms closed on his shoulders.
''I don't have the answers... On what is happening.''
Michael whispered.
''Me neither. Maybe i don't want them for now.''
Alex answered still hiding his face, he knew Michael was talking about what was happening between them.
It was enough for now, he didn't want to think much about a potential false answer. It wasn't a way to use one another, like Michael used Sara. Like Alex used many before.
It was more.
The half of something missing.
And it was enough. Because Michael held him and kissed him and forgave him just a little. Because Michael threw his face in Mahone's neck as they moved against each other and cradled their tired bodies against one another.
''I smell bad''
Alex echoed himself as the younger moved the tip of his nose against a vein of Mahone's neck.
''No''
Michael whispered and hugged him tighter for good seconds before they parted.