The three shall spread their blackened wings…
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Shut it, Conn!
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: Conner
A Trì
. The sun shone in through the window as he heard the sound of the shower running. Murphy up already, he thought, what the fuck time is it? He looked at his watch and groaned as it read 6:40 am. He rubbed his eyes and rolled to the side of his bed pulling on a shirt as the sight of his brother’s naked ass greeted him from the far side of the room.
. “Murph, hurry the fuck up! We’re going to be late for church,” he said as he began putting his boots on.
. “Shut it, Conner. There’s no fucking hot water,” Murphy replied shutting off the water, grabbing his towel and drying his chest as Conner’s eyes drifted lower. He raised his eyebrow and caught Murphy’s eye, smiling as he looked from Murphy’s significantly smaller chilled lower half to his eyes.
. “Don’t even fucking start,” Murphy shook his head as he pulled on a pair of underwear and jeans. Conner smiled and shrugged his coat on as he moved to the nails on the wall that held their rosaries. He took his, placed it over his head and tucked it into his shirt. He grabbed Murphy’s and turned toward his brother. Murphy was putting on his boots, so Conner slipped it over his still damp hair and inserted it into his shirt. It was just like old time, Conner thought as Murphy brushed a kiss on the back of Conner’s hand.
. When both brothers were ready, they made their way down to St. Mary’s Cathedral in silence. Conner’s mind was running through the plans for the house raid on Brother John Corneli but cleared as he looked over at his brother. Murphy walked, eyes to the ground and looked as if he were in deep thought. With lips pursed and thought lines gracing his forehead, Murphy finally looked up at Conner and forced a smile. Murphy was worried, thought Conner as his brother walked up the steps to the church, he was truly worried. He looked at Murphy’s back as it disappeared past the church doors and swore before following him in.
. The inside of the Church was dim but the light of the early morning filtered through the stained glass windows, casting the colors onto the pews and floor. The church was pretty much empty for the morning mass, only attended by the older women of the community who always sat at the front of the church. Conner made his way to where Murphy was sitting, in the 5th to last row of pews and joined his brother on his knees. They prayed the rosary in silence as they did every morning before a kill. The words flooded Conner’s mind, as they became a way by which he was redeemed from the bloodshed. Though they only killed the sinful men, the blood that they spilled was man’s. The words of his father filtered into his mind; Whom ever spills the blood of man, by man shall his blood be spilt. Conner knew that they would die doing what they had been called to do. It was the way that they knew it would end and to be ready for it they prayed to soothe their souls. It was calming and peaceful to just be there, in the church as if they were closer to God.
. Conner’s eyes slowly opened when he finished praying to see that Murphy had gone. He looked around frantically for his brother, scanning the rows both in front and behind him for any sign of his twin. He stood and made his way quickly to the front of the church on the outside of the pews. Conner had just past the confessional booths when the door opened and someone whispered his name. He whipped around and was met with Murphy’s concerned eyes.
. “Are you alright, Conner?” asked Murphy as he came to his brother and laid a hand on his shoulder tenderly.
. Conner let out a sigh of relief and answered, “Yeah Murph, I’m fine. Ready to go?”
. Murphy nodded as Conner’s heartbeat returned to normal. Conner had been frightened, and he really didn’t know why. Maybe it was the thought of just losing his brother that scared him, or maybe it was the fact that someday soon one of them might die and leave the other on this mortal plane alone. Maybe it was the fact that they were going to kill a man that night. Whatever it was, it had scared Conner a great deal. Almost as much as that time Murphy got measles and Ma wouldn’t let Conner see him at all, because he had yet to have them. Conner had been so frightened that Murphy would die, and he prayed every night for him to get well. Some nights, Ma would find Conner on the floor of her bedroom, curled up without a blanket against the wall that separated the boys. When she moved Conner back to her bed, she would find him the next morning back against the wall shivering as if even in his subconscious, he couldn’t stand being far from his brother. Shaking his head to clear the memory, Conner made his way out of the church with Murphy in tow. They both lit the last of their cigarettes and made their way back to the flat in companionable silence as if both men were lost within their own thoughts.
. When they got home, Conner and Murphy removed their rosaries and hung them on the nails before removing their shoes and shirts. Conner moved to start packing his bag for later on that night. He filled his bag with his usual things; the spray bottle of ammonia, extra ammunition and an extra gun. He was about to put a length of rope in when he heard a snort coming from the direction of their beds. Conner looked up to see Murphy, eyebrow cocked with a smirk gracing his full lips.
. “Still with the fucking rope, eh, Conner?”
. “Shut the fuck up, Murph. I’ve always got rope. We used it the first time and we might need it again,” replied Conner as he watched his brother’s fingers skillfully clean the barrel of his silencer. Murphy’s hands had always been one of Conner’s favorite things to watch. Whether it be working his rosary’s beads through his fingers while praying or jacking himself off as he had last night, they always held a sense of purpose and passion. The thought of Murphy pleasuring himself crossed Conner’s mind as he smiled and finished packing his bag.
. “So Murph,” Conner asked trying to badger his brother as well as take his mind off the mission of later tonight, “want a beer? Or maybe a girlfriend to help you with your late night activities?”
. Murphy blushed knowing that his bro kne knew what he had done last night and replied trying to regain some of his dignity, “No, I can handle myself thank you. Could use another pack of smokes though?”
. “Aye, myself as well? Anything else?”
. Murphy put his gun down, walked over and pressed a $20 into his brother hand, “Get yourself laid, Conn. There ought to be some young thing willing to give you a good time for $20.”
. Conner knocked Murphy in the shoulder, the mood considerably lightened as he walked out the door to buy them their cigarettes. They would remain that way until later on in the evening when they headed out to the Corneli house, knowing that they would kill a man that night.
Warnings: If you are on this site, you know what to expect but if you don't, read and find out..hahaha!!!
Chapter POV: Conner
. The sun shone in through the window as he heard the sound of the shower running. Murphy up already, he thought, what the fuck time is it? He looked at his watch and groaned as it read 6:40 am. He rubbed his eyes and rolled to the side of his bed pulling on a shirt as the sight of his brother’s naked ass greeted him from the far side of the room.
. “Murph, hurry the fuck up! We’re going to be late for church,” he said as he began putting his boots on.
. “Shut it, Conner. There’s no fucking hot water,” Murphy replied shutting off the water, grabbing his towel and drying his chest as Conner’s eyes drifted lower. He raised his eyebrow and caught Murphy’s eye, smiling as he looked from Murphy’s significantly smaller chilled lower half to his eyes.
. “Don’t even fucking start,” Murphy shook his head as he pulled on a pair of underwear and jeans. Conner smiled and shrugged his coat on as he moved to the nails on the wall that held their rosaries. He took his, placed it over his head and tucked it into his shirt. He grabbed Murphy’s and turned toward his brother. Murphy was putting on his boots, so Conner slipped it over his still damp hair and inserted it into his shirt. It was just like old time, Conner thought as Murphy brushed a kiss on the back of Conner’s hand.
. When both brothers were ready, they made their way down to St. Mary’s Cathedral in silence. Conner’s mind was running through the plans for the house raid on Brother John Corneli but cleared as he looked over at his brother. Murphy walked, eyes to the ground and looked as if he were in deep thought. With lips pursed and thought lines gracing his forehead, Murphy finally looked up at Conner and forced a smile. Murphy was worried, thought Conner as his brother walked up the steps to the church, he was truly worried. He looked at Murphy’s back as it disappeared past the church doors and swore before following him in.
. The inside of the Church was dim but the light of the early morning filtered through the stained glass windows, casting the colors onto the pews and floor. The church was pretty much empty for the morning mass, only attended by the older women of the community who always sat at the front of the church. Conner made his way to where Murphy was sitting, in the 5th to last row of pews and joined his brother on his knees. They prayed the rosary in silence as they did every morning before a kill. The words flooded Conner’s mind, as they became a way by which he was redeemed from the bloodshed. Though they only killed the sinful men, the blood that they spilled was man’s. The words of his father filtered into his mind; Whom ever spills the blood of man, by man shall his blood be spilt. Conner knew that they would die doing what they had been called to do. It was the way that they knew it would end and to be ready for it they prayed to soothe their souls. It was calming and peaceful to just be there, in the church as if they were closer to God.
. Conner’s eyes slowly opened when he finished praying to see that Murphy had gone. He looked around frantically for his brother, scanning the rows both in front and behind him for any sign of his twin. He stood and made his way quickly to the front of the church on the outside of the pews. Conner had just past the confessional booths when the door opened and someone whispered his name. He whipped around and was met with Murphy’s concerned eyes.
. “Are you alright, Conner?” asked Murphy as he came to his brother and laid a hand on his shoulder tenderly.
. Conner let out a sigh of relief and answered, “Yeah Murph, I’m fine. Ready to go?”
. Murphy nodded as Conner’s heartbeat returned to normal. Conner had been frightened, and he really didn’t know why. Maybe it was the thought of just losing his brother that scared him, or maybe it was the fact that someday soon one of them might die and leave the other on this mortal plane alone. Maybe it was the fact that they were going to kill a man that night. Whatever it was, it had scared Conner a great deal. Almost as much as that time Murphy got measles and Ma wouldn’t let Conner see him at all, because he had yet to have them. Conner had been so frightened that Murphy would die, and he prayed every night for him to get well. Some nights, Ma would find Conner on the floor of her bedroom, curled up without a blanket against the wall that separated the boys. When she moved Conner back to her bed, she would find him the next morning back against the wall shivering as if even in his subconscious, he couldn’t stand being far from his brother. Shaking his head to clear the memory, Conner made his way out of the church with Murphy in tow. They both lit the last of their cigarettes and made their way back to the flat in companionable silence as if both men were lost within their own thoughts.
. When they got home, Conner and Murphy removed their rosaries and hung them on the nails before removing their shoes and shirts. Conner moved to start packing his bag for later on that night. He filled his bag with his usual things; the spray bottle of ammonia, extra ammunition and an extra gun. He was about to put a length of rope in when he heard a snort coming from the direction of their beds. Conner looked up to see Murphy, eyebrow cocked with a smirk gracing his full lips.
. “Still with the fucking rope, eh, Conner?”
. “Shut the fuck up, Murph. I’ve always got rope. We used it the first time and we might need it again,” replied Conner as he watched his brother’s fingers skillfully clean the barrel of his silencer. Murphy’s hands had always been one of Conner’s favorite things to watch. Whether it be working his rosary’s beads through his fingers while praying or jacking himself off as he had last night, they always held a sense of purpose and passion. The thought of Murphy pleasuring himself crossed Conner’s mind as he smiled and finished packing his bag.
. “So Murph,” Conner asked trying to badger his brother as well as take his mind off the mission of later tonight, “want a beer? Or maybe a girlfriend to help you with your late night activities?”
. Murphy blushed knowing that his bro kne knew what he had done last night and replied trying to regain some of his dignity, “No, I can handle myself thank you. Could use another pack of smokes though?”
. “Aye, myself as well? Anything else?”
. Murphy put his gun down, walked over and pressed a $20 into his brother hand, “Get yourself laid, Conn. There ought to be some young thing willing to give you a good time for $20.”
. Conner knocked Murphy in the shoulder, the mood considerably lightened as he walked out the door to buy them their cigarettes. They would remain that way until later on in the evening when they headed out to the Corneli house, knowing that they would kill a man that night.