AN: Hola. I am me. Hola. So, I'm going insane over the promo clip for January, as Selfcest (Specifically between the Lincoln's) is just not happening fast enough. Seth Gabel is my favorite actor right now, thanks to his Fringe portrayal. Lincoln Lee is one of the sexiest BAMF's I have ever had the pleasure of watching. I don't ship AltLinc/AlternaBitch (AltLiv), that's yucky. She's manipulative and selfish, and that's my opinion. I ship PeterxOlivia, however, in the Amber Timeline, I completely ship AmberLincoln and AmberOlivia.
However, this story relates to almost none of that. Just some glorious, glorious Selfcest (Or is it masturbation?) smut to get y'all through to January. Constructive criticism welcomed. I've never written smut before. Also, vulgarity. Lot's of that. Why? It's rated M.


"Agent Lee."

8 AM. Punctuality doesn't seem to differ between us. Lincoln mused, looking up from his watch and meeting the warm eyes of his counterpart. Appearance wise, he was almost exactly like him. But the differences shone through. His Alternate had an air of confidence, something Lincoln had never truly possessed. He carried himself with a self-assurance and authority that Lincoln himself found oddly calming. With his lopsided smile and, he could already tell from the brief whispers he had heard, smart mouth, everything about the other man screamed arrogant, cocky, and above all else:

Sexy.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Captain." He spoke clearly, reaching for the other man's hand. The Him-But-Not-Him didn't hesitate to reach for it, something Lincoln found vaguely amusing, considering the great lengths his own partner took to avoid her Alternate.

"A suit? And glasses? You've got to be fucking with me!" A husky voice called from behind Captain Lee. An older gentleman strode up next to his Boss. He had dark hair, broad build, and a scar over his left eye.

"Play nice, Charlie." Their Lincoln spoke softly. Taking a closer look at the young man, Lincoln noticed his eyes were tired, and from what Lincoln could perceive, he wasn't in the mood for the banter he usually shared with his partner. Their Lincoln rubbed his face.

"So, Pretty Boy, you're going to help us while Livvy's out playing Mommy?" Charlie asked.

Lincoln nodded. "That was the plan. Henry's sick, and your Olivia's out; You all needed an extra hand and Our Olivia's working a Brooklyn case, so I got distributed to the Red Team."

Red Team and Blue Team. Those were the distinctions they had given themselves. They had to, World One and World Two started too many arguments. The suggestion had gone around that each universe choose a color. Thus, distinction was now between Red and Blue. Lincoln personally thought it was childish to argue about something so small when the world was coming to an end.

"You've been debriefed?"

Lincoln nods again. "Shape Shifter attacks similar to the ones on Our Side. You wanted someone who had dealt with this breed before." From the sympathetic looks, Lincoln guessed they had all been briefed about Robert.

"So, I assume I am a quasi-prisoner until my return home. Am I staying in a cell here? At you headquarters? Is there an entourage waiting to escort me off Liberty Island and to a hotel?" Lincoln asks. His Alternate laughs.

"No," He says. "We can't have you freaking out the locals. Fringe over here isn't some private division. They know what we do, they know who we are. I can't have you walking the streets, having a friend, or God Forbid, my mother, see you." He explains. "I haven't worn glasses since I was six. Do you know what kind of a trip that would send my mom on? No, you will be staying with me, in my apartment. At least then I have a small chance of passing you off as my twin or something."

"Military cloning project." Charlie barked out a laugh. Their Lincoln joined in. 'Must be some inside joke,' Lincoln thought dryly.

"C'mon Pretty Boy," Charlie said, turning his back to Lincoln. "Let's get your things to the truck and move. You have a big, big day ahead of you."


A fruitless day of hunting down leads later, a very sore Lincoln Lee, following his alternates lead, peels off his suit jacket, and throws it over the back of the, black leather couch. For a bachelor's pad, the apartment was clean, and well furnished. Fringe Division obviously paid Him- No, he needed a name. This 'My Alternate' thing wasn't working. Lee, Lincoln decided, was as good a place as any to start- well over here.

"You going to keep gawking, or are you going to sit down and have a beer?" Their Lincoln asked, passing him a Budweiser. Lincoln grabbed the open bottle gratefully, and took a sip. "So, uh, there's a spare bedroom over there," His Alternate pointed down the hall, "Bathrooms there, Kitchen is directly behind me, washing machine is beside your room, and anything else you need, just ask." Their Lincoln finishes with a smile.

"Thanks." Lincoln said appreciatively. The other man looks down, seemingly at a loss for words. Lincoln knows exactly what he's feeling. "Ask," Lincoln tells him. Looking up quickly, Lee glances over at the stranger-but-not-a-stranger questioningly. "I know you want to know what it was like. For me. There has to be some differences, besides the obvious." Lincoln elaborates. His alternate sighs. He walks a few feet, and sits down in a black Lazy Boy recliner. Black seems to be a theme here, Lincoln notes. The young Captain motions for him to sit down.

"Questions." Lee muses. "I have a lot of them."

"What do you want to start with?" Lincoln asks.

"The beginning. Middle name?"

"Oliver. You?"

"Same. Mom was a?"

"Vocal teacher." Lincoln responds, remembering the pushy brats who used to come in to his home.

"Dance teacher."

"No way! I can't dance to save my life!" Lincoln lets out a laugh.

"You see this posture? All the fucking ballet she forced onto me. But, I can't sing worth shit, you?" Lee laughs along as well.

"I'm a pretty bad-ass Tenor, to be perfectly honest. And what about Nadia? Your mom could've taught her to dance."

"Nadia?"

"The twins. Mark and Nadia. Your brother and sister?" Lincoln inquires.

Lee's silent a moment. "Mom lost one of the twins at nine weeks. We have a Mark, no Nadia."

"Oh," Lincoln mumbles. Differences. Differences were everywhere; he'd have to tread more carefully.

"Sexual Preference?"

Lee laughed. "We go from my non-existent sister to sex? Alright then. I'm not going to lie to you. I'm as sexually promiscuous as a veteran porn star. I don't care what kind of equipment you pack, as long as I get off on it."

"Wonderful analogy. I'm Bi too. First time?"

"Seventeen. Maya Salden. Back of my first truck."

Lincoln's mouth dropped. "Maya? You… How… You sneaky son of a bitch. Fine. Twenty-one, Nikki Smith. She was in my forensics course in University. We broke up when I went back to Connecticut for work."

"I went straight to Academy training. I had the grades, and I knew this job was the only one for me."

"Hm. First boyfriend?"

"Nick Lane. He made me… Feel. Alive. We broke up after he made the decision to stop taking the medication for his Bipolar disorder. It was pretty severe, and it wasn't the kind of baggage I was looking for at nineteen."

"Chase Lenman. Lacrosse Team All-star at school senior year. We broke up because he couldn't come out of the closet."

"Lenman was a homo? Fuck. Wish I'd known that. He was hot."

They filled up some more time with idle chit-chat, stories about their youth. Nanite technology had improved Lee's eyesight before permanent damage could be done. Lincoln had been born in the States, but moved to Wales for a number of years during his childhood, and carried dual citizenship. They were well past their fourth beer when Lee asked a question Lincoln wasn't expecting.

"Your Dad," He asked solemnly. "He still around?"

"Um, yeah. He's in pretty good health. Why?"

"You have a good relationship with him?"

Lincoln looks at his alternate incredulously. "My father is single handily the greatest person I have ever known. I have never looked up to a person more than I look up to him. He built his own Law firm from scratch, helped those who needed it without question, and taught me 90% of the values I hold most important. My Father," Lincoln spoke proudly. "Is my hero."

It was only when he spoke the last word did he notice the ashen, crestfallen look on Lee's face. Lincoln clicked. "He wasn't a very good person to you, was he?"

Lee shakes his head. "He was a High-Ranking Judge, and close friend of the Secretary of Defense. He," Lincoln speaks through gritted teeth. "Was abusive, a liar, a drunk, an adulterous ass-hat, and several other choice words and key phrases that even I am too ashamed to say even in present company. I was never good enough. When I made Grade 10 honor roll, Mark's little league team had won their Championships. When I got accepted into the Academy, Mark was dating the gorgeous head cheerleader at his school. When I made Captain of Fringe Division," Lee exclaims, "He was more excited about Mark's impending nuptials. If the obvious favoritism was bad, the verbal abuse was even worse. I was useless. I was always dumb, and useless, and second best. I was never my little brother. He always took the opportunity to put me down. And her. My Mom. How the hell she put up with him, I'll never understand. The shameless affairs were bad enough, but then he'd drink, and put her down even further. He'd tell her she was worthless, and ugly. Call her name's, he even beat her on several occasions. I know why she did it," The Captain pauses, staring at Lincoln. "It was for my brother and I, to keep us strong. For good family image. Lincoln, you just don't understand." Lee put his head down again. "A fake smile can't erase the image of seeing your mom with a black eye you know the man she lies next to at night gave her. My father is not my hero. And he is the basis for which I uphold all my morals and values. Because I promise you, I will not be him."

Lincoln's speechless. The emotions that course through him are… Extreme. The varying home life between the two men was almost too different. At least the Olivia's had bits and pieces, but this was… drastic.

"I'm sorry. It's late, and you're not my therapist." Lee apologizes, rising from the recliner.

"No, don't its fine. I'm glad you shared that with me." Lincoln assures the weary man. Lee offers a small smile.

"Want some ice cream? I want ice cream."

"Please." Lincoln replies, looking at his watch. 11:03 PM. It'd been a long day, and the suit was beginning to weigh down on him. Grabbing his small suitcase of things, Lincoln went to his room and changed into a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt. Walking back into the hallway, he made his way through the small apartment to the kitchen, where Lee had already set out sundae making supplies. Seemingly having had the exact same thought as Lincoln, Lee was found comfortably dressed out of those ridiculously sexy cargo pants and into what could only be assumed was his sleepwear. Lee gestured before him. "Sundae stuff. Dig in."

And with that, candy began flying as the two Lincoln's fought for the Supreme title of "First Person to Finish Making Their Sundae."


The two boys are enjoying their childish rampage through Captain Lee's kitchen, when Lincoln reached for the chocolate sauce. Lee laughed as his alternate fought to open the bottle, which seemingly taunted him. With a triumphant cry, Lincoln opened the bottle.

Only to find his t-shirt covered in chocolate sauce.

"Oh." Lincoln said quietly.

"Here, let me help you with that." Lee says, crossing the small span between them, lifting Lincoln's shirt up a little.

"No, no, it's-" Fine. Lincoln wanted to say, but he had lost all train of thought. Two blue eyes were staring at him, pupils wide. Lincoln noticed his own breathing become heavy, and the room suddenly became hot. Lee was the first to close the distance, pressing his lips softly against Lincoln's own.

The kiss became hotter, more urgent, as Lincoln quickly helped remove his shirt, separating the two men for only a moment.

"Quick question, and tell me if I'm ruining the mood," Lee starts.

"You're ruining the mood." Lincoln replies quickly, tugging at the other mans own shirt.

"Oh, haha, very funny." He continues. "Lincoln?"

"Yes."

"When we have sex, is it masturbation?"

"Depends." Lincoln speaks through gritted teeth. "Does this," He asks, reaching down Lee's boxers and grabbing his quickly hardening member and tugging roughly, "Feel good?"

Lee moans. "Oh fuck yes. But what does that have to do with my question?"

"Absolutely nothing, now shut the fuck up and take off your pants."

Lee does as he's told. Lincoln looks down at the man's erect member. Swallowing that's going to be a challenge. Lincoln muses. "Condom?" He asks.

"Oh, fuck." Captain Lee mumbles, dazed. "Under the sink is a first aid pack. They should be good."

Lincoln opens the sink and finds the red bag. In it, medical supplies and, as promised, condoms.

Hallelujah!

Lincoln grabs them out and sets them on the counter, taking only one. With a little talent, Lincoln greedily applies it to his alternate using only his mouth, and begins working away at the other mans cock. He starts off slowly, focusing on the bulbous head, taking his time working any farther. Their Lincoln is impatient, and tries to make the man diligently sucking and jerking away at his member to go even a little bit faster. But Lincoln will have none of that. By the time Lincoln decides to go faster, Lee's knees are shaking. From anticipation or build-up, Lincoln doesn't know. He takes the man out of his mouth, grabbing the chocolate sauce off of the table. He drizzles it onto Lee. Lincoln eyes his challenge for a moment, before he starts his attempt at deepthroating himself.

Well, not himself exactly.

Lincoln can tell his alternate is close; the laboured breathing, the trembling- he's even begun fisting Lincoln's hair in a desperate bid for Lincoln to take in more.

I'm practically at the base of the man's shaft, what more could I take in?

Lincoln takes Lee out of his mouth and begins to suck his balls, stroking his alternate faster.

"Holy fuck-"

Other Lincoln's body spasms wildly as he comes. Panting, leaning weakly against the kitchen counter, Lee looks vulnerable, something Lincoln hadn't seen in the 18 plus hours he had known him. Lincoln stands, grabbing the rest of the condoms and the other Agents hand. Lee takes the hint and leads them to the master bedroom. Black silk sheets cover the dark mahogany frame.

"You really like black, huh?" Lincoln mutters.

"Yup." Lee replies, catching Lincoln's lips in his.

The two men stand like that for awhile, kissing each other. Lincoln's still miraculously got his sweats on, a fact that pisses Lee off. Impatiently, he shoves them down Lincoln's legs, grabbing Lincoln's long-hard member and tugging softly. Lincoln moans into his mouth before removing his hand briefly, and grabbing another condom, but this time, sheathing himself in it.

"Bend over." Lincoln whispers seductively. "I think it's about time I get to be Captain."

Lee laughs, shaking his head. He crawls onto the bed on all fours. "Lube's in the first drawer."

Lincoln thanks him, grabbing the lube and applying a generous amount to his large cock. The differences between the men were few and far between. What one had in a half-inch of length, the other had in a half-inch of girth. Gripping Lee's hips, he slowly guides himself into the man. Lee groans; the sound primal. Lincoln begins to thrust slowly, back and forth, allowing the man to adjust to the sensation. Lincoln quickly becomes fed up with the pace; he's far too turned on to continue like this. Picking up speed, he hears Lee moan.

"Like that slut?"

Another moan.

"Cum-whore. You want me to cum in your ass?"

A nod and a sound of agreement, followed by another moan.

"Oh, you like it when I talk dirty to you?" Lincoln himself groans as the intensity picks up; as his pressure builds. Lincoln removes his throbbing cock from Lincoln, causing the man to whimper. Lee turns to face him, legs still spread, still allowing Lincoln possession of his body. Lincoln quickly thrusts back into his Alternate, enjoying the new position. The pace picks up again, the intensity even higher. The two men are fucking like animals at this point, bent over each other, planting rough kisses anywhere they can, touching, feeling, and testing the open expanse of flesh.

When Lee's mouth finds Lincoln's nipple, they both lose it. Lincoln's orgasm hits so hard, he screams Lee's, well, rather his, name, shaking and convulsing violently. Lee grips tighter to the man above him, rocking himself through the motions of his own euphoria. The two collapse, next to each other, spent.


It continues like this until the case is as finished as it'll ever be, another two days later. The two of them working by day, enjoying each other's company during the evening, and fucking like rabbits well into the night. How either of them got enough sleep to get through the next few days of work is beyond either Agent.


"Well, goodbye then." Lincoln says shyly.

They're on the Bridge. It's well past time for Lincoln to return home, and Charlie and Captain Lee have come to see him off.

"Nice meeting you Agent Lee. Thank you for all your help." Charlie nods appreciatively.

"Anytime."

Lee remains neutral, unmoving. Lincoln sighs and turns, walking towards his door.

A tug on his wrist and Lincoln is spun into the face of his Alternate, who plants a chaste kiss on his lips.

"See you soon, Fuck-Buddy." He smiles, all the cockiness and arrogance shining as brightly as the first moment Lincoln saw him.

"Mmm. Some tips for next time?"

"Yeah?"

Lincoln grabs his friend's jacket and pulls him close. "I'm really more of a caramel guy."