"Wow! A mansion, you two must be pretty great porn stars," Lincoln Burrows said to his younger brother over the phone.

"Yeah, not many of us have as great of chemistry as me and Sucre," Michael responded proudly, "You should see it. In fact I'm renting it so we can all watch it together tonight!"

"Err . . . no thanks I'll pass . . . that's one sight I do not want to see," Lincoln said disgust at the offer.

"Well Sucre and I have been thinking…" Michael said. "And we want you and LJ to move in with us. After all we've been through, it just seems right for us to stay close."

"Umm… I'm not sure I want my son to live with gay porn stars. And LJ doesn't know about this yet," Lincoln said.

"Oh and if we were straight porn stars, that would be okay?" Michael said. "Because we did some straight stuff too. We're just primarily gay. We're bi."

"I still don't know," Lincoln said.

"Come on, what teenage boy wouldn't want to live in a mansion?"

"Yeah, Dad. What teenage boy wouldn't want to live in a mansion?" LJ asked.

"LJ… how long have you been on this line?" Lincoln asked.

"Since Uncle Mike said we could live in a mansion!" LJ said. "Oh, and since he said he was bi. But don't worry, I won't tell if we get to live in the mansion!"

Sucre picked up the phone and said in a whiny voice, "Michael, when are you coming back to bed?"

"I'm a little busy right now," Michael said.

LJ said, "Wait, we're going to have to live with that guy?"

"LJ hang up the phone," Lincoln said.

"Fine," LJ said as he hung up. "But I want to live in the mansion."

"You, too, Sucre," said Michael.

"But Michael!" Sucre whined some more.

"If you don't hang up, I won't sleep with you for a week!"

"How does that work with our job?" Sucre asked as he angrily slammed the phone down.

"Look, I think that if you can hide you and Sucre's 'professional' and personal love life, maybe it would be good for LJ to get to know Sucre," Lincoln said. "I mean did you hear the way he talked about him?"

"Yeah," Michael said glumly.

LJ picked the phone back up and yelled. "I WANT A MANSION NOW DADDY!" And then immediately hung up again.

He did this four more times within the next three minutes and each time added another NOW DADDY to the end.

"On second thought," said Lincoln. "Maybe he doesn't need a mansion."

"There's certainly something wrong with that kid," said Michael, "I'll make you a deal . . . if you two move in I'll fund his therapy!" And by the end of this sentence he was very enthusiastic.

"Well he is going to need a lot of therapy . . ." Lincoln pondered, "So I guess sure!"

"YAY! MANSION! MANSION! MANSION! FOUR GUYS IN A MANSION!" LJ screamed into the phone loud enough to harm the two brothers hearing.

"When the . . . fudge . . . did you get back on the phone?" Lincoln asked his son censoring himself.

"I got the fuck on the phone right before you agreed to the mansion . . . MANSION! MANSION! MANSION! YEAH!" LJ screamed.

"That's it you're grounded, you are going to women's group therapy every day from now on!" Lincoln screamed.

"Oh boy, maybe I'll meet a hottie, the crazies are the fun ones," said LJ, "I can't wait to tell them about my mansion!"

"Damnit!" Screamed Lincoln.

"I'm just going to . . . um . . . go," Michael stuttered feeling very awkwardly.

And that's how Lincoln, Sucre, LJ, and Michael all became one dysfunctional family.

A/N: Future chapters will involve LJ and Sucre's . . . 'family bonding.' Hope you like it. If you think I should continue please review! Thanks! :D