The three shall spread their blackened wings…

A/N: I don't own them (though I wish I did) they belong to Troy Duffy...Yadda yadda yadda...

Warnings: If you are on this site, you know what to expect but if you don't read and find out..hahaha!!!

Chapter POV: Faith

Deich Áon

. “So your father’s involved with Corneli and that’s why they captured you, right?” he asked finishing his third cigarette since the conversation started.

. Faith nodded as she finished her first beer of the night. She never really liked the taste of beer but it was all that they had in the room besides whiskey and she didn’t think that she could handle the whiskey the way Murphy had. In half an hour, he had already downed about half of the bottle along with a couple of beers and he wasn’t even slurring yet. It must be the Irish blood, thought Faith as she let out a little giggle, the Irish blood and those Irish lips and those deep Irish eyes. Her mouth snapped shut as she pulled her mind back from wandering towards the thoughts of the two brothers as she had witnessed them last night, naked and in each other’s passionate embraces.

. “What?” Murphy asked, pulling Faith even further away from her wandering thoughts.

. “It’s nothing really. You know what, I think that I’m gonna go to bed. I’m a little tired. Goodnight, Murphy.” Faith said getting up from her seat at the table and making her way to the bed that she spent last night upon. He didn’t object as she got into bed and began removing her borrowed clothes, using the covers as a changing screen. She reached to turn off the nightstand light, leaving Murphy only in the glow of the neon lights outside.

. Faith awoke to a small shift of weight on the bed. She rolled over slightly to find Murphy cuddled against her back, those chocolate depths staring back at her. They were shadowed as if lost in thought and she could not help herself. Her lips met with his lightly at first and when he didn’t pull away she increased the pressure. Murphy didn’t try to dominate the kiss or even take over for that matter; he just let Faith control the speed, tempo and depth. He only encouraged her with whispered moans as his hands branded her hips. She felt Giovanni’s handprints melt away under the searing white heat of Murphy’s gentle fingers as they traveled from her hips to the pale fullness of her breasts. He was tender where Gio was not and he touched her as if he truly cared. It was all she had wished her first time to be. Murphy was her first, she sighed as Murphy softly took her nipple between thumb and forefinger, lightly pinching, sending shivers coursing up her spine. Murphy was her first in what really mattered, she convinced herself, He was the first person she would have sex with who cared enough to want to give her pleasure. God was he doing that. Murphy’s lips had worked their way down from her lips, past the sensitive curve of her neck, to take the place of his fingers on her nipple. His tongue lightly flicked across the responsive little bud as Faith arched off the bed. Murphy moved on to her other nipple; determined to give it the same attention.

. “Murphy,” Faith whispered as her fingers entangling themselves within his hair, “please. I need…”

. He smiled as he placed a finger across her lips, silencing her stream of words. Throwing her hands over her head in defeat, she watched mutely as Murphy’s lips returned to her creamy flesh and began kissing down the smooth expanse of her stomach. He stopped briefly at her bellybutton, circling it before dipping the tip of his tongue inside. Murphy moved on, stopping only when Faith made a guttural sound as the tip of his tongue traced the extremely ticklish flesh of her upper thigh, the place where the pelvis meets the leg. Murphy placed light kisses along both sides, leaving her squirming in pleasure. Faith held her breath as he made his way lower between her legs. Oh God Please, her mind screamed as Murphy’s breath fanned across her sex, I need you now, Murphy. She was moist and wanton as his name escaped her lips on a sigh. Tangled sheets twisted within Faith’s grasp as Murphy ran a finger along her glistening folds before pushing ever so slowly within her tight heat.

. “Oh My God,” gasped Faith as Murphy tentatively stroked her with his finger, preparing her for a second. He pulled out only to push back in with two callused fingers. God, he’s so gentle, she thought as Murphy pumped his fingers within her. She was so lost in her own thoughts that when his tongue came in contact with her throbbing clit she nearly jumped off the bed. Faith’s hips bucked, pressing her sex closer to Murphy’s waiting mouth as his tongue brushed across the bundle of nerves. His fingers never lost the rhythm as Faith began to thrash her legs, causing Murphy to capture one of them in his grip and pin the other under the weight of his chest. Her hands tightened in the sheets as Murphy’s fingers and tongue began to move faster.

. She could feel it; her thighs began to quiver as all of her muscles began to tighten of their own accord. Murphy’s hand branded her thigh as the other plunged into her wet cunt over and over again, drawing her closer and closer to the darkness. Her orgasm built as a wave would; the emptiness followed by the surge. Faith’s eyes closer as fireworks exploded deep within her belly, working their way up her spine to project on the inside of her eyelids. Bright flashes of red, yellow and white whizzed past her line of vision as she struggled to open her eyes, to look at Murphy once more before the darkness took he
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. Her eyes shot open, only to find a room lit with light from the bathroom. She looked around lost, noting the sweat that graced her forehead, as her eyes adjusted to the small amount of light. There was an empty pizza box on the table and many other empty alcohol bottles that weren’t there when she fell asleep. The other bed was occupied with one her,her, sleeping on the covers, wearing only in a pair of boxers. Faith scanned the room for the other man. Murphy was staring at her, sitting not 3 feet from the bed, eyes sleepy yet bright as if he had just been awakened from a dream. She inhaled in deep gulping breaths as Murphy’s gaze slid lower, down the pale skin of her neck to her ample chest and lower across the semi-exposed length of her legs.
. “Bad dream?” came his voice, rough and sleepy, as Faith adjusted the sheets to cover her breasts.

. “No,” she replied shaking her head in affirmation.

. “Do you want me to leave you alone?” Murphy asked as his voice slowly began to lose the sensual, sleepy tone.

. Shaking her head yet again Faith inquired, “Can you stay here…I don’t want to be alone. That’s how it was when I was there… I was always alone.”

. Murphy nodded, “Tell me about it, Faith. They hurt you didn’t they?”

. She took a deep breath and began, “Yes, he did…”