NB: Sensitive readers tread lightly.
Story Warnings: Incest, Language, Sensitive Religious Content, MalexMale
Movie Verse: First Movie; Pre Canon - Canon / Canon Deviation
Authors Note: This is my attempt at a Boondock Saints incest story between Conner and Murphy MacManus, I won't say it's realistically portrayed because that depends on the readers views.
- I apologize for the delay in uploading this final chapter and epilogue, I was unable to do it sooner.
-The Epilogue will be posted directly after this chapter
-The AO3 upload has additional images.
-THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN CUT (CENSORED)
Chapter Ten
Wherever you are
Well, know that I adore you
No matter how far
Well, I can go before you
And if ever you need someone
Well, not that you need helping
But if ever you want someone
I know that I am willing...
The following morning after Connor told Il Duce his plan to kill Yakavetta and he received the man's approval, not that he needed it but he took it all the same, they informed Paul Smecker and from there everything looked positive. Paul was certain he could organize everything that needed sorting when it came to getting the twins and Noah into the courthouse undetected, armed and dangerous.
Paul actually seemed excited, albeit a bit worried, but Connor and Murphy were thrumming with anticipation, eagerness and the desire for vengeance.
Truth and Justice would finally be found for Rocco and a warning to all evil men would be delivered in their message to the public.
Preparations happened efficiently after that.
Paul got Dolly, Duffy and Greenly involved, apparently their original liking for Connor and Murphy from the Chekhov case was all the reason they needed for them to believe in the MacManus twins good intentions and to aid their cause.
And so the final month of planning went by quickly, during which there was no personal time for the twins to be had between secret meetings for organizing plans with their police cohorts whenever they could.
And plan they did, down to every last detail they had control over.
Every last detail except what the twins' actual message would be or how it would be delivered on the day.
Il Duce kept asking, claiming he had some idea but also saying he'd like to know it properly himself, but Connor only gave him vague bits and pieces, because Murphy still avoided speaking to their father. Connor said nothing close to their deepest feelings on the subject of evil men or how they'd share those feelings with the public.
They were not really able to share it with their formerly absent father, not even Connor could bring himself to.
It was too personal.
The Truth about their cause, the Justice of their wrath, they knew it, in their heads and hearts and they would know, just know, how to express it when the day came.
And so it did.
Connor regretted not being able to steal a kiss from Murphy before they vacated the apartment and were loaded into the back of a police truck, but he swore to find time to do so after.
From the moment they left, everything happened fast and fell into place.
A short drive later they arrived and then Connor, Murphy and Noah entered the courthouse; Smecker had cleared the way through security as promised. They'd walked through the lobby and up the stairs to the correct court room, the courthouse seemed mostly empty or it was mostly in session, and then they were barging into Yakavetta's trial and Connor's adrenalin got pumping.
There was shouting and screams of surprise and alarm that echoed all around.
Connor immediately jumped the banister nearest to the doors and raised his gun, aimed at the frightened reporters that were all gathered in that section, it was an empty threat but they didn't know that, and he ordered them to shut off and drop their cameras. Noah had said that it was all well and good to have a court room full of witnesses, but their faces being broadcast on national television would create too many problems for them everywhere they tried to hide, so there were to be no cameras.
After the cameras were all down on the ground and shut off and the level of panic continued to rise along with the shouts and screams, Connor spotted the two panicked security guards on the upper level of the court room, and he pointed his Beretta up at them, ordering them to drop their guns…and they did.
As predicted, they wouldn't be any trouble.
Murphy had grabbed Yakavetta from the stand as planned and as Noah grabbed the judge and shoved him into the general area of the court room crowd, Connor walked over to join Murphy where his brother stood with his gun to the back of Yakavetta's head, with a look on his face so determined and murderous…and completely calm…Connor knew he would never forget it.
Connor was a mess of adrenalin, excitement and nerves and Noah seemed high strung as well…but Murphy was calm.
Beautiful and dangerous, his brother, Murphy MacManus.
Connor had just raised his gun and placed it to the other side of the back of Yakavetta's head, Veritas and Aequitas, when Noah begun to address the court room.
As he spoke Connor listened but his eyes remained fixed on Yakavetta, as did Murphy's and Connor was revved up, his finger and thumb lightly playing at the trigger and hammer of his weapon as he itched to shoot the man, to deliver him, to kill him, to end him.
God would not forgive such a blatant desire to kill, but Connor was long past counting the ways in which he had and could and would sin and he was long past thinking his soul would be saved.
He was jolted from his reverie by Yakavetta speaking and as Connor shouted at him to shut his fucking mouth, Murphy kicked the Italian, harshly and forcefully in his back, remorselessly. So that he fell forward and hit the ground, before Murphy roughly yanked the Don back up and with a flourish, he replaced his gun to the back of Yakavetta's head. Calmly.
Connor could feel his twin's blood vengeance singing in his own veins and he rode with it, let it steady his mind and his hand and his heart, it allowed him to fall in sync with Murphy.
Then he waited, breathing heavily, adrenalin pumping, for the cue that would signal it was time to deliver their message, his and Murphy's warning. He waited to hear the fire alarm go off in the building, the alarm would mount tension and fear further, it was also meant to symbolize danger and chaos and then their father would give them the floor to do what they did best.
To become one mind and one force to be reckoned with.
Seconds later the alarm went off.
Noah quickly took his place with his shotgun set on the back of Yakavetta's head and Connor and Murphy moved forward, in sync. Even without having any succinct plan, they both simultaneously chose higher points to stand on, jumping up onto the banisters either side of the full court room and raising both of their Beretta's, aimed at the people in the court room, causing a new flurry of shouts, panic and fear.
And then the unplanned words, as if guided by Connor's invaluable connection to his twin and by God as well, flowed from his mouth with distinct purpose and surety,
"NOW YOU WILL RECEIVE US!" Connor stated loudly as he looked over the crowd, swinging his guns over everyone.
"WE DO NOT ASK FOR YER' POOR, OR YER' HUNGRY!" Murphy followed up without missing a beat, his intense eyes and his guns moving over the people as well,
"WE DO NOT WANT YER' TIRED AND SICK!" Connor continued without having to think.
"ET' IS YER' CORRUPT WE CLAIM." Murphy's tone lowered but was every bit as dark and serious.
"ET' IS YER' EVIL THAT WILL BE SOUGHT BY US!" Connor felt sweat trickle down the side of his face as his mind raced with exhilaration, both his own and Murphy's.
"WITH EVERY BREATH, WE SHALL HUNT THEM DOWN." Murphy continued, voice becoming calmer, resolute.
"EACH DAY WE WILL SPILL THEIR BLOOD, TILL' ET' RAINS DOWN FROM THE SKIES!" Connor's voice became angrier, threatening.
"DO NOT KILL, DO NOT RAPE, DO NOT STEAL…" Murphy's eyes were sharp and tracking the fearful crowd as his tone became even and dangerous, before he too became angry, "…THESE ARE PRINCIPLES WHICH EVERY MAN OF EVERY FAITH CAN EMBRACE!"
"THESE ARE NOT POLITE SUGGESTIONS…" Connor spat harshly, gripping his guns tighter, "…THESE ARE CODES OF BEHAVIOUR, AN' THOSE OF YOU THAT IGNORE THEM WILL PAY THE DEAREST COST!"
Briefly, for a second, his eyes met Murphy's across the room, before they continued moving their guns and their gazes over the crowd, it felt like electricity and fire and a perfect moment somehow.
Connor could feel that he and Murphy were exactly where they were meant to be.
"THERE ARE VARYING DEGREES OF EVIL…WE URGE YOU LESSER FORMS OF FILTH," Murphy's eyes were cold as he looked over the silent people, his voice lowering into darker tones again, "NOT TE' PUSH THE BOUNDS AN' CROSS OVER…into true corruption…into our domain…" and Connor understood how he felt because the same dark feeling was seeping into and merging with his own conviction.
Powerful and comforting, the knowledge, the strength to be the men they were meant to be, by God's will.
It was time to drive the message home.
"BUT IF YOU DO, ONE DAY YOU WILL LOOK BEHIND YE' AND YOU WILL SEE WE THREE…" Connor felt his temper rise, like a volcano, rushing to the surface, hot and consuming whereas Murphy was cold and severe, "…AND ON THAT DAY, YOU WILL REAP ET'!" he finished and exhaled tightly, letting the final words fall to his twin,
And Murphy spoke clearly, calmly, as he narrowed his cold blue eyes,
"And we will send ye' to whatever God, you wish."
Perfect.
There was silence then, no screams or shouts, just shocked, frightened silence.
Connor and Murphy jumped down from their posts and walked back to Noah, coming to stand flanking his sides behind Yakavetta, their guns raised again to their respective places at the back of the Don's head.
Noah stood between the twins physically, but mentally and emotionally he was absent to them as their minds remained in perfect sync.
With three guns to the back of his head and his inevitable death looming over him, Yakavetta begun to shake visibly, speaking Italian in a frightened voice and the twins took great pleasure in reciting their family prayer, the three of them begun in unison,
"And shepherds we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee, power hath descended forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall et' ever be."
Connor and Murphy fell silent,
"In nomine Patris…" Noah said firmly.
"…et Filii…" Connor said impatiently.
CLICK-CLICK-CLICK
"…et Spiritus Sancti." Murphy said coldly, calmly and with a tense pleasure etched into his face.
Despite all three guns going off, the resounding BANG that followed was from Noah's Franchi PA3/215 shotgun and not Connor and Murphy's silenced weapons, but the sound along with the sight of the nothing left of Giuseppe Yakavetta's head was enough to send the witnesses screaming and fleeing from the court room in horror…
…just as planned.
I don't want to change you,
I don't want to change your mind
I just came across a manger
Out among the danger
Somewhere in a stranger's eye...
The plan to get out of and away from the courthouse and to the predestined 'safe house', which was in New York City, four and a half hours away riding in the back of a police truck, went off without a hitch. But not even a half hour after their public execution of Yakavetta, the news had been flooded with information about Connor and Murphy MacManus.
Identified and now officially dubbed, 'The Saints'.
Noah remained unknown by name and the media only really seemed interested in the twins. The news about them ran for hours, from radio, to print to television and soon facial composites of the two of them were all over the media alongside headlines of a massive manhunt for them.
But it didn't matter, they wouldn't be found.
They felt secure and well hidden, hours away.
So when they arrived at the safe house, the twins had closed themselves into their temporary room, hung their rosaries side by side on one of the room lamps, draped their coats over the footboards of their single beds, changed out of their sweat damp black turtlenecks into T-shirts and both of them had lied down to sleep.
Wherever you go
Well, I can always follow
I can feed this real slow
If it's a lot to swallow
And if you just want to be alone
Well, I can wait without waiting
If you want me to let this go
Well, I am more than willing...
Connor felt like he'd only just fallen asleep in his and Murphy's shared room in the 'safe house', which was actually two separate single rooms, one for the twins and one for Noah, booked under alias' at a shitty motel in down town NY, when they'd been woken by Noah as he entered their room and sat down without invitation.
Connor had taken a few seconds of waking up before he'd broken the man's silence by asking him how far he wanted to take things, because there was a determined glint in Noah's eye that hadn't been there before the public execution and Connor didn't like it.
It looked like a liking and a taste that could develop into a lust for fear and power.
It concerned Connor.
He just stared at their father as Noah asked them if they possessed the constitution and the depth of faith to go as far as would be needed.
Connor didn't know whether it was a rhetorical question but Murphy just remained quiet with his head hung as he rubbed the back of neck and stared at the bed on which he sat, so Connor didn't bother answering either.
Besides, Connor felt that it wasn't Noah's place to ask them that question, had he not witnessed their conviction just that morning? Had he not seen the depth of their faith in their everyday lives? If anyone needed to be questioned it was Noah himself.
But that issue would be for another day, Connor didn't particularly care for any answers right then.
So they all sat in silence for a few long minutes, Noah smoking a cigar as he sat in the single black chair beside the room lamp and eventually Murphy reached for one of their packs of cigarettes that were lying on the small table between their beds and he lit one up. Connor wanted one as well but nature called just as he considered smoking, so he got off the bed and walked into the small bathroom attached to the room without a word, shutting the door behind himself.
Connor relieved himself, emptying his bladder and after washing his hands he threw some water on his face, brushed it through his hair and over the back of his neck, his skin still felt warm from sleep and sticky from the morning's excitement. When he was done he grabbed the small hand towel and was dabbing it over his hair and the back of his neck as he exited the bathroom, but he paused in the doorway when he saw Murphy standing at one of the four windows, his fingers holding open the blinds slats as he watched something.
Connor glanced around the room, Noah was gone.
"Did he say anything else unhelpful before he left?" Connor joked as he dumped the small towel in the seat Noah had previously occupied and walked over to where Murphy stood,
"No," Murphy answered as he let the blinds slip shut and then he adjusted the mechanism so they were properly closed, "but he did say he had something te' take care of an' that he' wouldn't see us until tomorrow afternoon." He added.
"Oh, is that right? At the height of a fuckin' manhunt fer' us, he has errands te' run…" Connor shook his head.
Murphy turned around and faced Connor then, standing just a foot away, his hair untidy from sleep, his T- shirt creased and with his head tilted just slightly to the side, he looked perfectly kissable among other dirtier ideas,
"Connor…" Murphy said quietly, seriously.
Said twin raised an eyebrow, wondering if his expression of lust had been too obvious,
"What?"
Murphy's eyebrow twitched up and he pursed his lips briefly before he stepped in, closing the gap between them and with his hands on Connor's face and neck, he kissed him.
Murphy kissed him, unprompted, uninhibited and with a heady amount of fervor.
Connor's skin erupted in pleasant tingles and he allowed his brother to kiss him until he felt lightheaded, his hands lightly moving over Murphy's back and waist as his twin assaulted his mouth.
Murphy drew back after they'd swapped a considerable amount of saliva and with a grin he said quietly,
"We were fuckin' great today, better than the time we fell in through the ceiling from crawling around in the vents with yer' stupid fuckin' rope, this plan was way better." His tone was teasing.
Connor blinked rapidly with half lidded eyes, amazed at Murphy's care free tone of voice and the happiness reflected in his twin's blue eyes, Murphy looked as though he'd woken up back to his old self. But it wasn't hard to figure it out, what had brought his twin back to him.
They'd not only avenged Rocco's death, but they'd fully embraced who they were that day, with a powerful message sent out to the nation and maybe even the world.
Connor, still a little hard pressed to think clearly after the kiss, grinned right back,
"Aye, et' was great…" he reached up and held Murphy's shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.
Murphy kept his intense gaze on Connor's tired, relaxed face,
"Next…New York fuckin' City'." He said darkly, waves of the conviction Noah had questioned, rolling off him so strong it felt tangible to Connor as his mind buzzed with Murphy's anticipation.
Connor leaned in and kissed his lips, unable to help himself now that they were alone and Murphy had broken the ice, he drew back just enough so that their breaths mingled,
"We won't stop, Murph, we will destroy all that is fuckin' evil." He said just as darkly, as seriously and Murphy's eyes shone with all of the best kinds of emotions, love and pride and need mixed in,
"So all that is good may flourish." He said quietly before closing his eyes.
Without needing any sort of hint from his twin, Connor kissed him again, deeply and slowly and Murphy's mouth was welcoming and warm and wet, their lips and tongues sliding together.
It hadn't even had the time to become normal between them, the incest, the intimacies, and yet, it was a far cry from being wrong, uncomfortable or awkward. And not a second of it felt like sin.
Every touch and kiss made sense to Connor's hands and mouth and Murphy's actions were surer too, it was as if there'd been acceptance between them for what they felt somewhere in that day and it would probably only grow to feel far stronger, and it was an acceptance that they didn't need to look to God for.
Between them it was more.
And the overwhelming feelings Connor was experiencing at his twin's acceptance of this sin were all incredible.
When Connor reached for the hem of Murphy's shirt it was with eager hands and a racing mind, and said twin raised his arms to accommodate the movement right before they had turned together and their lips separated with a soft smack as Murphy's legs hit his bed and he fell down to sit.
Both of them had gone so many years without touching or kissing or any kind of sexual excitement that it was still a bit over powering when they became aroused, and with the connection they shared, the link between their minds and feelings, it was even more intense.
Connor dropped the shirt on the bed and leaned over Murphy, standing between his twin's legs as he started with wet kisses from Murphy's mouth to his jaw, to his neck and lower. Slowly Murphy lay back until his head was against the mattress and Connor was mapping uncharted territory over Murphy's torso with his mouth that caused his prone twin to breathe shakily and keen in surprise. Connor's tongue and mouth explored Murphy's collar bone, down over his chest, over his nipples –and Jesus, Connor felt himself quiver at the texture- and soon he was trailing his tongue down over Murphy's stomach –smooth, hot skin-, all the way into his belly button…going purely on instinct after so many years to bring pleasure to his brother.
Murphy inhaled slowly and loudly when Connor paused on a kiss to his navel, his rough hands smoothing up over Murphy's naked sides before they changed direction and found the buckle of his belt and Connor glanced up at Murphy as he unhooked the pin and slid the leather strap from the buckle with a clink. Their eyes met over the contours of Murphy's rising and falling torso and Connor smirked, pleased at the sight of his flushed, hazy eyed twin.
Murphy's eyes almost never lost their clarity, except right then, he was completely at Connor's mercy.
THIS SCENE HAS BEEN REMOVED DUE TO FF RULES AND GUIDELINES, PLEASE READ ON AO3 FOR UNCUT CHAPTER
With barely a breath able to leave his lungs Connor felt himself go over the edge…
…and everything was heaven inside his own body and mind right then, a moment of blinding euphoria.
Their heavy breathing followed, it filled the sex and sweat scented cramped space of the motel room as they came down from orgasm. Connor pulled out of Murphy after a minute before he sat back on his legs and he rubbed at a cramp at the inside of his damp thigh. Murphy stretched out once they were no longer connected, like liquid he slid facedown into the mattress, his arms sliding up and bending at the elbows because of the headboard as he lay with his cheek on the sheet and his legs mostly straight, either side of Connor, neither of them shy of their nudity anymore.
When finally every feeling and thought Connor had stopped resonating from his now flaccid sex and he could feel his fingertips again, he licked his lips and took in the sight of Murphy lying down, just lying and breathing, all smooth naked, fair, damp skin with a mess of dark hair and tattoo ink mixed in.
Connor raised his eyebrows lazily, registering all of his emotions and feelings in the aftermath and he was relieved to find not a single negative one, it still didn't feel like a sin, and whatever emptiness he'd been feeling in the past months was gone. He shifted so he was straddling the backs of the Murphy's thighs, every slight touch of their skin as he did so was still enticing and welcomed before Connor raised one leg and moved to lie at Murphy's side on the bed next to the small nightstand between the beds with a content exhale.
He half lay against the headboard, his back propped up and he slipped his hand into Murphy's hair, caressing the dark, damp locks slowly,
"Are yeh' okay?" Connor asked raspily, tiredly.
Murphy opened his eyes and raised his head, leaning his chin on his bicep. He appeared sleepy as he inhaled softly and when his eyebrow hiked up and a smile tugged at his kiss swollen lips, Connor knew everything was right between them.
Murphy moved to get up on his knees and he winced slightly but not badly as he leaned, naked, over Connor to reach for their cigarettes and a lighter. He grabbed what he needed and then he moved to lie next to Connor, leaning against the headboard but lower down and he lit up two smokes before he tossed the packet and lighter somewhere on the bed.
Connor took the proffered cigarette and smoked from it with a long drag.
He still tasted Murphy in his mouth and the scents of his twin filled his senses with every breath, he reveled in it, it was unbelievable and surreal and yet felt like it had been coming all along.
Like it'd been meant to happen this way.
Murphy was laying close, so he placed his elbow on Connor's abdomen as he held his cigarette aloft in that hand, and he was blowing perfect circular rings up into the air before he exhaled the remaining smoke from his nose and tilted his head back to look at Connor,
"I don't remember sex ever feeling that good." He said quietly, licking his lips and trailing his stunning blue eyes over Connor's face lovingly and thoughtfully.
Connor stared right back and he inhaled from his cigarette before he responded,
"Neither do I, mind yeh'." He agreed honestly.
Murphy looked away as he absently traced his free hand finger tips over his sternum before he looked at Connor again, eyes sincere,
"…et' never felt that complete or…right either." He said quietly.
Right.
Murphy had just said it felt right to him.
Connor grinned and shifted onto his side, leaning down to kiss Murphy and he felt his twin's smoking hand rest against the back of his head lightly as they kissed at that angle, Connor's smoking hand rested carefully on Murphy's abdomen.
When he'd finished kissing the breath out of his twin, Connor turned to teasing,
"…so I complete yeh' then, do I, Murph? Like a soul mate or something else really cheesy." Even as he said it, he liked the idea of having been meant by God's will to be with Murphy.
He knew he was wrong, but it didn't mean he couldn't think of it that way.
Murphy smacked the back of his head softly,
"Fuck you, Connor…I didn't fuckin' say that…" he said with one narrowed eye.
Connor couldn't help it,
"Like in those romantic comedies, yeh' want me te' write yeh' a poem professing my undy-…"
Murphy pulled him down and kissed him, slow and proper.
When he was done shutting Connor up, Murphy drew back with narrowed eyes and a threatening smirk and before Connor knew what was happening Murphy had him in head lock and soon they were wrestling while trying not to drop their cigarettes or burn one another.
Their laughter and curses filling the room.
I've never been with anyone
In the way I've been with you
But if love is not for fun,
Then it's doomed, 'cause
Water races,
Water races down the waterfall.