Author's Note: I don't own anything to do with the Boondock Saints only Devan and Maxine belong to me.

So apparently, one wasn't enough but who wouldn't want another night with the twins?!

Thanks to Riain for fixing my mistakes.

Adult readers only.

The Encore

"You've been in a good mood lately," Maxine commented as she moved around the apartment. When Devan hadn't come back with some snarky comment Maxine stopped what she was doing and put her hand on her hip, staring her friend down. "Did you get laid?"

Devan's lip curled into a smirk just thinking about the escapades that had happened that Friday night. She expected there to be the awkward morning after but it never came. Both men kissed her goodbye and even offered to walk her back to her apartment, but she had turned them down. Devan had lived in Boston her whole life and she didn't like the idea of needing a bodyguard to walk down the street. Maxine had apologized profusely when Devan came through the door the next morning but all she could say to her friend was thank you with no explanation as to why. Max had followed her around the rest of the day, asking where she ended up but Devan wouldn't give her secrets away. In her mind that would be just as bad as actually having to share the twins with her and that was out of the question.

There was something addicting about the twins that she just couldn't quite put her finger on. She thought it might have been Murphy's piercing stare, or the way Connor had tied her to the chair. Whatever it was they had quickly become her new drug of choice. After only one hit they made her feel things she didn't think was possible and she was jonesing for another fix. Her own fingers and the shower head were able to quench the thirst that hit on Saturday night. She even contemplated going to church on Sunday but feared the building would collapse when she walked in. Devan's day at work on Monday drug on, the second hand on the clock barely moving forward, and by the time she got home she was fiending for them.

She thought about taking an extra long shower; but it was like drinking beer when all you wanted was top shelf liquor. It would get you buzzed but it wouldn't take you to the same heights. Her fingers weren't going to work this time, she needed the real thing, she needed both of them. Devan hadn't even realized she had gotten out of her chair and grabbed her keys until Maxine called her on it. "Where are you going?"

"Out," was her simple reply as she left the apartment and walked the seven blocks to McGinty's.

Devan started to get annoyed with herself when her stomach filled with butterflies. She wasn't supposed to care what they thought, what anyone had to say, but a sliver of fear crept in like a snake ready to strangle her. Had it just been too much whiskey and a lonely night? Would they want to do it again? She could almost feel Murphy's hot breath against her neck and Connor's rough fingers against her skin. What was it about these two that made them so alluring?

She held her breath as she walked through the door of McGinty's, suddenly wondering why she came at all. Doc seemed to remember her from the other night and offered her a warm smile. She realized that McGinty's was just like any other bar; four walls, scuffed floors, and full of people trying to forget reality. Forgetting reality, that's exactly what she wanted to do- because when she was with them nothing else in the world mattered. Everything melted away and she finally felt free. Devan made her way up to the bar and slid onto one of the stools, ordering the same as the other night- a double shot of whiskey, neat.

The music played in the background and she got lost in thought staring into her glass as she rolled it between her hands, the liquid sloshing side to side. Conventional sex was boring; Devan wanted someone who wasn't afraid to smack her ass or pull her hair. She wanted someone who left their mark on her whether it was bruises, teeth indentations, or beard burn - preferably all three. She wanted to be treated like a rag doll and not like she was made of porcelain. She'd had the slow, sensual, emotional time between the sheets, and while it was alright at the time there was nothing better than that primal need of fucking the shit out of someone.

"You're not waiting on someone are you?" the Irish brogue she had been craving whispered in her ear. "Beautiful thing like you shouldn't be sitting here all alone."

Devan shrugged, her shoulder hitting his chin lightly, "I'm not worried about it. Was waiting to see if these two twins showed up but I guess you'll do." She grinned as Murphy spun her around on the stool so that they were nose to nose.

"You really come back looking for us?"

She quirked her head to the side with a smirk, "Maybe." Her eyes reluctantly tore away from his and glanced around the bar. "But there only seems to be one of you tonight."

Murphy ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he rested his hands on the bar, caging her in. "Think you could handle another night with us?" As his question left his lips Connor walked over to the two of them.

If this was a challenge she definitely wasn't backing down. Devan bit her bottom lip, her eyes flickering between the brothers, "Well, I don't know about you two- but I was holding back last time."

"Oh, you were?" Connor's smirk matched that of his twin's before he nudged Murphy with his elbow. "What do you think, brother?"

"I think she doesn't know what she's gotten into."

Devan uncrossed her legs, resting her heels on the rungs of the stool so that her legs were open. "Then should we take this upstairs or do you plan on fucking me right here?"

A low growl came from Connor as Murphy moved out of the way, and Devan was tossed over his shoulder with a slight squeal of surprise. Murphy reached behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey with a wink to Doc who just shook his head. Connor held onto Devan's legs as he climbed the stairs with her hands on either side of his hips. Much like Friday night he set her down on the pool table but then moved away as he and Murphy took off their rosaries and hung them on two nails that were next to the door.

Murphy removed his pea coat and Devan immediately noticed the repugnant red against the gray cotton shirt. She knew it wasn't his, they had just gotten back from a hit. He wore an apologetic expression on his face, "Let me just-"

"Don't," she cut him off, the visual of blood only turning her on more. She slipped off the pool table and padded over to him, running her fingers over the stained material.

Murphy studied her every move. He was fascinated with her emerald eyes that had darkened. The once vibrant orbs pulled him to her on Friday night, but now that they were a deep forest green like she was a predator on the hunt. Devan's fingers trailed down the front of his shirt to the button on his jeans. She popped it open and knelt to the ground as she slid his zipper down, her eyes never once leaving the blood on his shirt. Her petite hands freed him from his boxers and he shivered from her touch.

This time it was Connor's turn to watch as Devan took his brother into her mouth. He opened the bottle of whiskey and took a swig before undressing. His gaze never left the grip Murphy had on her hair as he stroked himself. He always had a lot of pent up energy after a hit, and couldn't think of a better way to get rid of it. When her mouth pulled away from Murphy with a little pop he came up behind her and pulled her to her feet. Devan still had too many articles of clothes on in his mind, and as he rid her of the material Murphy made quick work of his own.

Connor laid her on the pool table, the worn felt rough against her back, as he tipped the bottle of whiskey over her. Each twin took a shot out of her navel with hands roaming every inch of her body. Murphy pulled himself up on the table with her and she automatically spread her legs for him. He swirled his middle finger over her, while Connor swallowed any of her moans. It was as if the twins knew exactly what the other was doing, because as Murphy pinched her clit Connor bit down on her bottom lip causing her whole body to shudder in pleasure.

Murphy teased her by hitting her clit with his cock and when she arched her back trying to get him inside of her, he placed a hand on her stomach to hold her down. She nearly growled in desire as Connor pinned the top half of her body down and sunk his teeth into the top of her breast. Her fingers threaded through Connor's short hair and gave it a tug when he let up. His scruff rubbed against her bare skin, his tongue soothing the area, before he'd go back to the same place on her breast and bite down again.

Murphy kept taunting her, but instead of thrusting inside of her like she was praying for he entered two fingers. He made a cyclone motion as he moved his fingers in and out, and her legs started tremble. Just before she was about to climax he pulled his fingers out causing her to whimper. He scooted down so that his face was at her entrance and he started lapping up her juices. It still amazed him how sweet she tasted; it would be a dessert he'd never be able to get enough of. He hummed- the vibrations had her grinding herself against his face. She couldn't hold out anymore and she tightened around his tongue while Connor moved once again to swallow her moans like he knew it was coming.

Devan snatched the bottle of whiskey and took a long pull from the bottle as she tried to slow her breathing. She was certain this is what it felt like to be in heaven. Connor moved to his brother and ran his tongue along his bottom lip wanting to taste her on him. Murphy swore he tasted something metallic on his brother and when his eyes flashed back to the naked beauty who had sat up on the table he noticed the distinct outline of Connor's teeth on her breast where he had broken the skin.

"Do you still have that rope from the other night?" Devan asked and Murphy could see the excitement in his twin's eye as he pulled away from the embrace to grab it. Connor also pulled over the chair from the other night and began looping it around the feet of the chair but Devan shook her head. "Not exactly what I had in mind."

Connor shared a look with Murphy as she hopped off the pool table, her breasts bouncing from the action, and untangled the rope from the chair. Devan ordered Connor to lie down on the mattress on his back with his arms and legs out to the side. One end of the rope got tied around his wrist while the other was attached to a pipe that ran up the wall. She repeated the process on his other wrist and gave the rope a tug to make sure he wouldn't be able to get loose. Seeing him laying there tied up and hard for her was intoxicating. He went to say something but she crawled up the front of him and put her finger to his lips.

"Now it's my turn to play," Devan whispered in his ear before dragging her fingernails down his chest, leaving behind angry red scratches. Her tongue drew circles around each of his nipples with light nibbles as she made her way down his front. She enclosed her right hand over his shaft and stroked him hard on the way up before releasing the pressure on the way down while her left hand massaged his balls. Connor's hips lifted off the bed and Devan smirked as he tried to move his arms but couldn't, making a deep groan vibrate through his chest.

Murphy drank from the bottle of whiskey, a smirk sneaking out at the thought of his brother's rope being used against him. He had an idea of his own though and took one more sip from the bottle before setting it aside. When Devan moved to take Connor in her mouth Murphy grabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back with the belt from her pants. She gasped in surprise causing Connor to jerk in her mouth but she couldn't deny that she wasn't enjoying it. Murphy thought he might have gone too far when she sat up and motioned to the belt around her wrists. "I'm sorry, lass, I didn't mean to."

Devan hushed his apology and as soon as her hands were free she secured the belt around her neck and handed him the other end. He looked hesitant at first and she leaned forward to place a kiss right above his groin. "It's okay. I want you to." She gave a little pull on the belt to show that it would tighten around her neck. "The harder the better."

That was the only green light Murphy needed and as she took Connor in her mouth once more he nudged her legs open. With one hand wrapped around the belt and the other on her hip he slid into her core. Murphy set a steady rhythm but instead of holding onto her like he was used to doing, he pulled on the belt. The added pain to her neck was sending Devan over the edge. The faster Murphy moved, the tighter the belt got around her neck, and the closer Connor was to spilling into her mouth.

The electricity flowed between the three of them like it had on Friday night and it was truly an indescribable feeling. Connor would raise his hips to go further down her throat at the same time Murphy would pull back on the belt so he could get deeper inside of her. Connor tried to warn Devan that he was close but she never once stopped her actions and he couldn't hold back anymore as it shot down the back of her throat. She swallowed it at the same time her pussy tightened around Murphy's cock and milked his orgasm as well.

The belt around her neck went slack and Murphy ran his fingers over the assaulted area with a look of concern on his face. She spun around and claimed his lips before he'd have a chance to apologize. He could taste his brother on her lips and his tongue darted into her mouth searching for more. Connor made some protest about still being tied up, and Murphy could feel her smirk against his lips.

The two laid down on either side of Connor after untying him, and each had their head resting against one of his shoulders. Hands started to roam, whiskey was poured onto Connor's chest, and just like that they were ready for another round.

There was no doubt about it now; she was addicted.