Author's Note: I don't own anything to do with the Boondock Saints only Devan and Maxine belong to me.
Written for HaloHunter89. Hope it's everything you were looking for darlin'.
Thanks to Riain for taking a look at it for me before posting.
Adult readers only please.
Don't Tell Me; Show Me
"The Saints Strike Again…"
It was quickly becoming a common headline, whether it was front page of the paper or on the five o'clock news. The stories were always the same; spewing things like Boston had been blessed with a couple of angels that were ridding the streets of evil. The city was split, half commending them for their acts while the other half deemed them as evil as the men they were taking out. Double tapped in the back of the head with pennies in the deceased's eyes had been deemed their calling card.
Devan couldn't understand the pull her friends had towards them. It wasn't like they were a modern day Superman or Batman saving damsels in distress; they were out on the streets murdering. Surely, the saints had to have someone on the inside or they would have gone down a long time ago. The Constitution saw breaking the law very black and white while they focused on the gray.
Maxine, a friend of a few years and her roommate, burst into her room and started rummaging through her closet. A sigh of annoyance came from Maxine as articles of clothes flew out of the closet. "Don't you have anything…I don't know…sexier?"
"No," Devan answered simply. She was perfectly comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt so why would she dress up? She had no one to impress, and if a guy wanted to make an impression on her then they would just have to accept her for who she was. "Why?"
"We're going out," Maxine replied, still picking through the few clothes that were left in the closet and not strewn around the room. She finally settled on a plain black v-neck shirt that would accentuate her friend's breasts, a pair of jeans that didn't have any holes, and the cleanest pair of shoes she owned. "Put these on, I'm going to see what you have for makeup."
Devan glanced at the outfit that had been picked out for her, "You're not going to find any in there."
"Good thing I have my own," Maxine fluttered to the other room and Devan glared at her back as she went. This was going to be a long night.
After changing, arguing with Max about not wearing any makeup, and compromising to take her hair out of its clip, they were walking down the sidewalk. Max went on and on about how she heard a rumor of where the saints liked to toss a few back and was on a mission to tell them just how in love she was with them.
By the time the two made it to McGinty's, Devan was at her wits end and liable to snap at anyone. The last four bars they had been to had been a complete bust. She was freezing, her feet ached, and she wasn't as drunk as she hoped to be for a Friday night. Maxine ordered a couple of pints and continued to blab about how amazing it would be to even be in the same room as them. Devan had to fight rolling her eyes, still not seeing the infatuation that everyone seemed to have with the two of them.
They were there for about twenty minutes and just before Devan was going to suggest calling it a night, Maxine's hand locked around her wrist. When she followed her friend's line of sight she saw two men walking into the bar with matching black pea coats and Mother Mary tattoos. They were like gravity, the whole atmosphere changing as they entered and took up their posts at the bar.
"Well…what are you waiting for?" Devan questioned.
Maxine shook her head and slinked back further into the corner of the room. "I can't. W-w-what if they don't like me? What do I even say to them?!"
"Why don't you start with 'hi'," Devan spat in irritation. She had spent all night being drug from bar to bar, so Maxine could meet these two saints everyone was so keen on, only for her to chicken out.
Max started talking in a low whisper, her eyes flashing to the twins every few seconds and then to the door like she was trying to figure out what to do. "I can't do this."
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" Devan growled and left Maxine standing in the corner as she made her way up to the bar muttering under her breath, "Goddamn bitch." She waited impatiently for the bartender to come take her order and whipped her head around to see if Max had bothered to follow her over. Her gaze danced around the room, trying to locate her friend when she realized she got left at the bar. "Un-fucking-believable."
"What's that, lass?" The man next to her swiveled on his stool to see what she had said.
Devan froze a moment, getting lost in his blue eyes that seemed to be able to see past the sarcasm and attitude she usually spewed to the world. When she realized she had been staring she cleared her throat, "My friend wanted to meet you, been waiting to talk to you all night, but she bitched out."
"Oh yeah?" he quirked an eyebrow in amusement as he took a swallow from the glass in front of him. Doc came over and she ordered a double shot of whiskey- neat. He nodded and poured the drink before setting it in front of her. "So, where is she then?"
Devan shrugged her shoulders in response still trying to keep up her defenses but the heat that was pooling between her legs was hard to ignore. She shifted on her feet, her thighs rubbing to control her hormones. She wondered if he was intentionally eye fucking her or if it was just part of his charm.
"You from around here?"
She unintentionally ran her tongue over her bottom lip and his eyes trailed to her mouth, mesmerized by the action. "Does it matter?"
He was pushed by the man sitting next to him, "You goin' to let her breathe, Connor?"
"Shut it, Murph," he grumbled, shoving him back. "This lovely lass came here to see us tonight."
Murphy leaned against the bar so he could see around his brother, "Is that so?"
"Not really," she honestly replied, taking a sip of her drink and letting the liquid warm her from the inside. "See, I just don't understand what the big deal is. You two looking for medals or something?" When they didn't answer she continued, "You are the saints, aren't you?"
The brothers shared a look but the only reply she got was a question of their own from Connor. "Does it matter more who we are, or what we do?"
"Is there really a difference?"
He nodded, "Aye, lass, there really is."
Drinks were poured and Connor was on the prowl, intrigued by the woman standing in front of him. Murphy sensed his brother's interest and couldn't deny that her emerald eyes drew him in as well. The night started to get away from them, people filtered out of the bar until they were the last three left. Doc locked the front on his way out, knowing full well what the twins would be up to.
When they were finally alone, Connor couldn't contain himself anymore and leaned in to kiss her. Her full lips that he had been staring at all night were even softer than he imagined. He had to hold back a groan as she deepened the kiss and threw her arms around his neck. They pulled apart slightly, out of breath and Murphy came up behind her planting soft kisses up the side of her neck. She turned her head to capture his lips with her own and was surprised to see such a difference between the two. Connor's kisses were hungry and needing while Murphy's were tender and held more emotion.
"Do you really want to know who we are?" Murphy asked as he moved away from her and behind the bar.
She thought about it for a moment and shook her head with a glint in her eye. "Don't tell me; show me."
Devan's legs were wrapped around Connor's waist, their tongues exploring each others mouths, his hands on either side of her ample ass as he climbed the stairs. Murphy hit the light switch in the loft above the bar and made quick work of clearing the pool table before Connor deposited Devan onto her back on the felt tabletop, taking her shirt off as his hands pulled away from her body. There was a pout for a fraction of second on her lips at the loss of contact, until the lighter twin popped the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down excruciatingly slow. Murphy took a hearty swallow from the bottle of whiskey they had brought up from the bar before tipping the bottle, allowing it to splash between her breasts.
A small gasp escaped her lips as the liquid hit her heated skin and she was sure if her eyes were open she'd be able to see the steam. Her hips were lifted by Connor's strong hands as he rid her of the rest of her clothes. Murphy loomed over her, his scruff tickling her chest as he lapped up the whiskey, alternating between enticing kisses and soft nips of skin. They exchanged a few words in a language she didn't understand-their accents made her slick with anticipation.
Curiosity hit her as Connor moved away from the table, but it only lasted for a second before Murphy was there circling her clit with his middle finger. He knelt down, imitating the position for prayer, and placed her legs over his shoulders. Murphy's tongue worked its way in into her folds, her juices a sweet dessert taming the burn on his lips from the whiskey. His tongue flicked her bundle of nerves once, twice, three times before sucking it into his mouth. Devan shamelessly ground herself against his face, the only part of her still touching the table was the back of her shoulders. Her hand reached down and tugged on his hair as the ministrations with his tongue slowed.
Connor came back into view, muttering a few more words that she couldn't make out, and Murphy let her legs fall from his shoulders as his kissed up her stomach. He gave each nipple a teasing pull between his teeth before moving away. Devan's body trembled, goose bumps littering her porcelain skin from the lost of contact.
"Do you trust us?" Connor asked, his eyes hungrily raking up and down her body. At this point they could do whatever they wanted to her, Devan bit her bottom lip as she nodded. Connor picked her up from the table and set her on the chair he dragged over. He gently pulled her arms behind her and secured her wrists with a thick black rope. "All you have to do is say the word and we'll stop," his Irish brogue muttered in her ear before placing a chaste kiss on the side of her neck. He then guided each of her legs to the side and tied her ankles to the back legs of the chair leaving her immobile and spread open.
Connor moved to the front and crouched down so he was eye level with her breasts while Murphy knelt behind the chair. He was at the right height that even with her hands bound she was able to grasp his cock. Murphy rocked his hips, letting her petite hands run the length of him while he pawed at her breasts. Connor took a swig of whiskey and followed his twin's actions from earlier, tipping some onto the naked beauty in front of him.
The sounds of his brother's grunts mixed with the short pants emulating from Devan was intoxicating and he was drinking it all in. The amber liquid rolled down the front of her, Connor chased it with his tongue as he slid two fingers into her opening. The repetitive movement was bringing her dangerously close to falling over the edge. Connor turned his hand and gave a come hither motion causing her to clench around his fingers at the same time Murphy claimed her lips, swallowing her moans.
The lighter twin's eyes dilated with lust as he undid the rope that was holding her to the chair. He couldn't wait another agonizing minute, he needed to be inside of her, to feel her tighten around his cock as she did his fingers. He wanted her to milk him for everything he had and more. Connor pulled her into a standing position and flipped her around so she was bent over the pool table. His left hand held onto her hip, while his right guided him into her core causing her to moan again in pleasure.
Murphy stood back, his head tilted to the side as he watched his twin thrust into her over and over. Devan's breasts scraped against the felt top with each drive, her mouth making the most perfect little 'O' shape that he had ever seen. His cock painfully throbbed, the fragrance of sex and whiskey floating through the air, blanketing the three of them. He spit into his hand and worked it along his shaft, one more time and he was lubricated enough as he positioned himself behind his twin.
Connor sensed his brother's presence and bent over Devan a bit to give his twin better access. Devan deeply inhaled at the new angle and when Murphy slid into his brother, an electricity flowed between the three of them. Sweat gathered on Connor's brow as he dug his short nails into her hips, feeling his balls tighten and after two more thrusts he emptied himself deep within her. Murphy slowed his movements until he slowly pulled out of his brother. Connor stepped to the side as Murphy turned Devan around and hoisted her up onto the table so she was sitting on the edge. No words needed to be exchanged as she slid forward and onto his shaft. Her legs were still trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasm Connor had pulled from her, but in no time she was building up for yet another one.
Murphy bit down on her shoulder as he neared his big finish, grounding him to the moment. He had never tasted someone so saccharine and though he never wanted the moment to end, any restraint he had went out the window as she nearly purred in his ear. His arms stayed around her, afraid that if let go it would all be some dream, and he'd wake up alone in his bed. Connor tilted his head to the mattress that sat in the corner of the loft and Murphy easily lifted her and carried her over.
This wasn't what she had in mind for her Friday night, in fact, she had planned on staying in and watching a movie. She'd have to thank Maxine the next time that she saw her painted face, because otherwise she wouldn't have found out who these two men really were. She could only hope that this wasn't going to be a one time thing and that maybe, just maybe, if she prayed hard enough, there could be an encore performance.
Devan glanced over at Connor who had his arm wrapped around her middle and then to Murphy who had his legs intertwined with hers. A smirk pulled at the corner of her lips, "Forgive me Father for I have sinned."