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: Conner

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. Conner watched as Murphy stared at Faith, concern filling his auburn gaze. He had been watching her sleep pretty much since they left Corneli’s and they had been driving for an hour. Conner knew that there was something going on in Murphy’s head, he just didn’t know what? Maybe he’s just horny or something like that, Conner thought looking back to the road, focusing in on his wandering thoughts, He looks at her as if she were more than an innocent in all this. He thought about it some more as they neared their motel on the outskirts of the city.

. As they entered the parking lot Murphy turned to his brother and asked, “Conner, Ya' think she'll be alright?”

. “What do you mean?” he replied, eyeing Murphy as if trying to figure out where that question came from.

. Murphy looked back at Faith to make sure that she was sleeping, “You and I both saw the blood. They raped her, Conn. They fucking raped her. She looks no older than 22, for Christ’s fucking sake. She’s got her whole life ahead of her and now…” Murphy broke off.

. So that was it, thought Conner as he put the car in park on the back side of the motel, he’s just depressed about her losing her innocence. Conner glanced at Faith for a second. With her shoulder length brown hair falling over her face, those feathery lashes hiding almond-shaped, silver-gray eyes, and her semi-pouty, child-like lips, she did look very young and innocent as she slept. Conner looked back at Murphy’s troubled face and laid a hand on his shoulder. Murphy was really torn up over this girl and they had yet to learn her name, but Conner couldn’t really say that he didn’t feel the same way.

. Faith reminded him of someone from the past. Someone that had once meant as much to him as Murphy did. He felt his heart clench at the thought of her. Jessie. God he missed her. She looked the same way when she slept, pure, chaste and as if God had sent this little piece of heaven down to earth just for him. Conner could feel his eyes misting as he tried to push the thought of her to the back of his mind. As if by magic, Murphy’s hand appeared on his cheek, forcing him to meet his brother’s eyes.

. Conner’s tear-filled hazel eyes stared into the steady gaze of Murphy’s. It had been the same way after Jessie had died. Murphy had been the only one there, lending Conner strength and showing his brother just how much he loved him; mind, body and soul. He had been the only reason that Conner hadn’t completely retreated into himself. Murphy was with him, always; through the shock of finding Jessie dead, to the pure hate and anger that came later. It seemed as if Murphy bore the brunt of the pain, as Conner had taken that anger out on various ls, bs, both in their jobs and on Murphy’s body. And Murphy lay silently; taking in all the Conner was willing to dish out. There were nights that Conner would wear himself out in Murphy’s heat, leaving his twin to care for his own wounds, wounds that were made by his anger, his despair. And after endless nights of pain-filled tears and anguish, Murphy finally pulled Conner back from the edge of despair, from the anger and grief, back to the world where they were angels.

. I’m sorry, Murph, Conner thought as Murphy’s hand moved to the back of his neck pulling him forward so that their forehead’s rested on each other’s, I’m so sorry for it all. For hurting you, For pushing you away, For making you feel like you meant nothing to me. Tears began to spill down Conner’s face as Murphy lifted his head to place a kiss on Conner’s forehead.

. “ ‘S alright, mo chroí,” soothed Murphy, easily reverting to Conner's Gaelic childhood nickname, “Táim i ngrá leat, Conn.”

. “Gráim thú,” Conner replied before Murphy’s lips descended gently upon his. It wasn’t a lustful kiss; it just told him that no matter what happened Murphy would be there for him. And that gave Conner the strength to go on, it always did.

. Murphy wiped the tears from Conner’s eyes, “C’mon Conn, let’s get inside.” He opened his door and got out to open the sliding door. Conner watched as Murphy gently picked up the girl and all of the memories that Conner had just faced pushed their way to the forefront. No, I won’t think about it now, thought Conner, Murphy’s love is all I need to get by and that poor girl needs help. Conner scolded himself as he moved around the back of the car to get their bags and the room key, Pull yourself together, man. Conner went over to their room, opened up the door and held the door ajar as Murphy walked with Faith in his arms. He flicked on the lights as Murphy lowered himself to his knees to tenderly lay Faith’s beaten body on his twin bed. Conner looked at Murphy’s face as he examined her body. She was still asleep; the fact dawned on a shocked Conner, as she didn’t stir when Murphy’s fingers coasted over her skin, checking her wounds.

. “Conn,” said Murphy as he pulled his coat off of Faith’s body, leaving her naked, “Look what they did to her. So bruised and beat up. God, it hurts to look at her, she’s a girl for Christ’s sake.”

. From his place on his twin bed, Conner glanced at Faith’s battered sleeping form and assessed her injuries in his mind. Murphy was right. Her nose was definitely broken; judging by the angle, her left shoulder seemed to be dislocated; bruises and cuts covered at least 30 percent of her body. Her wrists were chafed raw and there had been dried blood on the chair. What ever happened to her must have been bad. Like what happened to Jessie, the though assailed his mind yet again as he forced himself to look away from Faith. Murphy, picking up on his twin's discomfort, pulled a sheet to rest over Faith’s naked breasts.

. “Y’ alright, Conn?” Murph’s questioning voice pervades his mind and the bloodied images of Jessie when they had found her in her apartment. Conner swallowed hard as the tears he had been trying to fight began to spill over across his burnished lashes.

. “I’m sorry, Murphy,” Conner whispered as his tears just kept on falling.

. “Nothing to be sorry about, mo chroí. Look at me.”

. Conner could only obey as Murphy lifted his face to look into his eyes. They expressed to him that Murphy would always be there for him, no matter what. Murphy’s lips felt soft against his own, massaging them apart so that his tongue could be plundered by Murph’s skilled one. The kiss stole the breath from his lungs and burned away the images that overwhelmed his mind, replacing them with images of Murphy and of the love that they shared. Their clothing disappeared and their lips dueled, as they fell into Conner’s bed. Murphy’s hands splayed across his chest, lingering to play lightly with his nipples. Conner moaned at the feeling then gasped as Murphy’s lips replaced his hands.

. “Murph, please,” begged Conner quietly, as his erection brushed against his brother’s lightly; way too lightly to give any real pleasure. Murphy smiled in the dark, knowing that the thoughts that had assaulted his her’her’s mind were gone. Conner felt Murphy’s hand caress his shaft, molding his fingers around it as he began to pump slowly. Up. Down. Up. Down. Conner squirmed delightfully under Murphy’s tender ministrations.

. “Please, mo anam,” Conner begged again as Murphy’s other hand caressed up the back of his brother’s milky thighs, grasping onto the fullness of Conner’s tight ass.

. “Soon, mo chroí, very soon,” Conner heard, as he felt Murphy smile at hearing his own nickname from Conner’s lips. Please, Conner begged, yearning for Murphy’s touch, Please, mo anam. Make me yours. Only when you are inside me does the pain fully go away. Conner’s prayers were answered as Murphy pressed a finger to his tight hole, stretching ever so softly, and then adding another finger, and another. Conner had lost all ability to communicate in words as they became short breathy moans and lusty guttural groans.

. Murphy removed his fingers and positioned himself at Conner’s entrance, “Look at me, Conn.”

. Conner’s hazel eyes held his brother’s chocolate ones steadily as Murphy inched into his tight, moist heat. Conner could feel every inch of Murph’s hard erection and wanted more, Oh my God . He thrust his pelvis upwards and impaled himself fully onto Murphy’s long, hard dick. Murphy let out a gasp, the initial sensation traveling up his spine as he collapsed forward into Conner’s waiting arms.

. “How many times have I told you not to do that?” asked Murphy regaining his control as Conner smiled up at him with a cat-like grin, “Shall I move for you?”

. He nodded as Murphy pulled out, only to push back in a little harder. They began to cleave together in synchronized motion. Soon they were lost in their own little world, where only the two of them existed. Together as one being.

. They didn’t notice that they had left the bathroom light on, or that they had forgotten to check if the room door was locked. They had also forgotten about the girl on the othed and and they especially didn’t notice that her breathing was no longer the same slow, deep breaths of sleep.


::SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG...I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF GETTING BACK INTO THE SWING OF COLLEGE LIFE..Mistress Layne::

AU: there is some Gaelic (or my try at it) in this chapter...in order of appearence

mo chroí = my heart
Táim i ngrá leat = I love you
Gráim thú = I love you too
mo anam = my soul