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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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2,637
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3
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0
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Author: Aja (boondockpoet@yaco.uco.uk)
Pairing: Connor/Murphy
Rating: R
Warning: Twincest.
Summary: It's somewhere near four in the morning and the place is deserted.
Note: Written for reddreams, because she writes the *nicest* blood!fics. ~guh~
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Troy Duffy does. I'm just borrowing them to create sweet, sweet lies. It's fiction, wahey.
EVEN
"Murph, what the fuck are y'doin'?"
Murph grins down at his brother and lifts his shoulders. "What's it look like?"
"Looks like you've gone insane is what it looks like. Will y'come down before you fall down?"
"Jesus, don't y'trust me? Or are you just too scared to come up yourself?"
Connor glares, but knows he's already walking into Murph's little trap. He hasn't climbed a tree since he was eleven. And all he got out of it then was a bruised apple and a fractured wrist. But that was years ago. He's bigger now, there wouldn't be as far to fall. "I'm not scared," he insists, jaw set as he reaches for the lowest branch. "I just think it's a fuckin' stupid thing to be doin'."
"Nobody's gonna catch us."
True enough, Connor thinks. It's somewhere near four in the morning and the place is just about deserted. And anybody close enough to see them is probably too drunk to care. He climbs up slowly, until the branches become more solid, trustworthy, and he can reach the limb that Murph's perched on. A moment of childishness makes him climb to the next branch up, just to show Murph that he can, that he's not scared at all. There, he stops and swings one leg over, leans back against the thick trunk. "Hm. So now I'm up here, what are we supposed to do?"
"Enjoy the view."
"Uh huh," Connor stares into dar darkness, swinging his foot so that his heel knocks the trunk repeatedly, the toe of his boot getting closer and closer to Murph's head with each swing. "It's really great, Murph, can we go home? I need sleep."
"In a minute," Murph replies, irritably grabbing hold of Connor's boot. "Fuckin' stop that, would ya?"
"Hey!"
"Yeah, hey yourself," Murph mutters, pulling hard and harder till Connor's boot comes off.
"Hey!" Connor yells as the boot gets tosse"You"You fuckin' idiot, Murph!"
"What?" Murph's laughing and climbing quickly down, Connor following and swearing as his sock catches on every loose piece of bark and every single sharp twig.
"God, you little fucker, give it back!"
Murph just grabs the boot and keeps on running, Connor sprinting along behind shouting out every name he can think of to call his brother. He finally catches up to Murph, crashes into him and sends thoth oth sprawling on dewy grass. Murph laughs breathlessly, winded, as Connor jabs at his sides. "You're insane, y'know that?"
"Oh I'm insane?" Connor tickles his brother some more then stops suddenly, frowning. "Murph..."
"What? What's wrong?"
"You see anyone?" Connor asks, quite serious.
"No, why? D'ya hear somethin'?"
"Not a thing. Just... checkin'." And Murph sighs as Connor's tongue fliccroscross his lips, a hummingbird seeking nectar. Finding it, slipping inside Murph's mouth to taste, to stroke, to tangle. Groans as Connor shifts against him, pushing down with his hips for friction they both need.
"Connor... Fuck..." Murph's hands slip in Connor's hair, curl suddenly and clench when Connor bites his lip.
"Later," Connor gasps, spreading his palms flat on the grass to push himself up. Murph groans again, following, unwilling to let go of Connor's tongue. But his kiss falls slack as Connor rocks against him, into him, hard.
"Oh, Jesus... Connor, please..."
"Ssh." Connor sucks at Murph's ear, bites the fragile skin an inch below and keeps moving, doesn't let up because anybody could come along. He knows it's not completely safe, not out here. So he grinds and bites, murmurs meaningless words, works Murph into a frenzy, listens to his fevered breaths as he begs Connor to make him come, let him come, now, now, please, oh God... Now...
Connor rolls off, ging ing like a madman, hard as stone inside his own jeans. He can hear Murph trying to breathe, trying to form words that are probably cursing Connor to hell and back. But he doesn't answer. He just grabs his boot and yanks it on, doesn't tie the laces.
"Fuck, fuck... You... Jesus..."
Connor starts walking away, awkwardly, tugs his cock through his jeans because there's nobody around, nobody but Murph and he.. Y.. Yeah. Well, Murph'll get his as soon as he makes it through their front door. He knows it, too. But it doesn't stop him yelling after Connor to wait up, you sadistic fuck.
END
Pairing: Connor/Murphy
Rating: R
Warning: Twincest.
Summary: It's somewhere near four in the morning and the place is deserted.
Note: Written for reddreams, because she writes the *nicest* blood!fics. ~guh~
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Troy Duffy does. I'm just borrowing them to create sweet, sweet lies. It's fiction, wahey.
EVEN
"Murph, what the fuck are y'doin'?"
Murph grins down at his brother and lifts his shoulders. "What's it look like?"
"Looks like you've gone insane is what it looks like. Will y'come down before you fall down?"
"Jesus, don't y'trust me? Or are you just too scared to come up yourself?"
Connor glares, but knows he's already walking into Murph's little trap. He hasn't climbed a tree since he was eleven. And all he got out of it then was a bruised apple and a fractured wrist. But that was years ago. He's bigger now, there wouldn't be as far to fall. "I'm not scared," he insists, jaw set as he reaches for the lowest branch. "I just think it's a fuckin' stupid thing to be doin'."
"Nobody's gonna catch us."
True enough, Connor thinks. It's somewhere near four in the morning and the place is just about deserted. And anybody close enough to see them is probably too drunk to care. He climbs up slowly, until the branches become more solid, trustworthy, and he can reach the limb that Murph's perched on. A moment of childishness makes him climb to the next branch up, just to show Murph that he can, that he's not scared at all. There, he stops and swings one leg over, leans back against the thick trunk. "Hm. So now I'm up here, what are we supposed to do?"
"Enjoy the view."
"Uh huh," Connor stares into dar darkness, swinging his foot so that his heel knocks the trunk repeatedly, the toe of his boot getting closer and closer to Murph's head with each swing. "It's really great, Murph, can we go home? I need sleep."
"In a minute," Murph replies, irritably grabbing hold of Connor's boot. "Fuckin' stop that, would ya?"
"Hey!"
"Yeah, hey yourself," Murph mutters, pulling hard and harder till Connor's boot comes off.
"Hey!" Connor yells as the boot gets tosse"You"You fuckin' idiot, Murph!"
"What?" Murph's laughing and climbing quickly down, Connor following and swearing as his sock catches on every loose piece of bark and every single sharp twig.
"God, you little fucker, give it back!"
Murph just grabs the boot and keeps on running, Connor sprinting along behind shouting out every name he can think of to call his brother. He finally catches up to Murph, crashes into him and sends thoth oth sprawling on dewy grass. Murph laughs breathlessly, winded, as Connor jabs at his sides. "You're insane, y'know that?"
"Oh I'm insane?" Connor tickles his brother some more then stops suddenly, frowning. "Murph..."
"What? What's wrong?"
"You see anyone?" Connor asks, quite serious.
"No, why? D'ya hear somethin'?"
"Not a thing. Just... checkin'." And Murph sighs as Connor's tongue fliccroscross his lips, a hummingbird seeking nectar. Finding it, slipping inside Murph's mouth to taste, to stroke, to tangle. Groans as Connor shifts against him, pushing down with his hips for friction they both need.
"Connor... Fuck..." Murph's hands slip in Connor's hair, curl suddenly and clench when Connor bites his lip.
"Later," Connor gasps, spreading his palms flat on the grass to push himself up. Murph groans again, following, unwilling to let go of Connor's tongue. But his kiss falls slack as Connor rocks against him, into him, hard.
"Oh, Jesus... Connor, please..."
"Ssh." Connor sucks at Murph's ear, bites the fragile skin an inch below and keeps moving, doesn't let up because anybody could come along. He knows it's not completely safe, not out here. So he grinds and bites, murmurs meaningless words, works Murph into a frenzy, listens to his fevered breaths as he begs Connor to make him come, let him come, now, now, please, oh God... Now...
Connor rolls off, ging ing like a madman, hard as stone inside his own jeans. He can hear Murph trying to breathe, trying to form words that are probably cursing Connor to hell and back. But he doesn't answer. He just grabs his boot and yanks it on, doesn't tie the laces.
"Fuck, fuck... You... Jesus..."
Connor starts walking away, awkwardly, tugs his cock through his jeans because there's nobody around, nobody but Murph and he.. Y.. Yeah. Well, Murph'll get his as soon as he makes it through their front door. He knows it, too. But it doesn't stop him yelling after Connor to wait up, you sadistic fuck.
END