Hope they aren't too OOC for you but this idea just wouldn't leave me alone until it was written. This story was originally only supposed to be a one shot and then it sort of spiraled. I don't know how many chapters it will end up being but I'll let you know when the last chapter is coming. I have at least one more chapter planned. If there is anything you want to see let me know and I'll do my best to work it in :)

Adult readers only.

Sin for Breakfast

Devan hadn't slept well that night and even in her dreams the brothers slipped away leaving her on her knees begging for more. She woke tangled in her sheets with a metallic taste in her mouth where she must have bit her lip in her sleep. She laid there for a few moments wondering when her addiction to the MacManus brothers had become so intense to the point that she didn't think she could breathe without them. Thinking back now, she could hardly remember her view points on the Saints and why she didn't believe in what they were doing. She couldn't remember the numerous nights of listening to Maxine ramble on about them or the never ending headlines in the newspapers. The only thing that came to mind now was the way Connor's eyes would light up when he talked about his favorite movies or the way Murphy would subconsciously run his tongue over his bottom lip whenever they locked eyes.

Pushing herself up from the bed she gathered together some clothes for the day and headed to the bathroom thankful that she had made it in before Maxine decided to use up all the hot water, again. Devan took a long, steam filled, shower in attempt to relieve some of the ache between her legs before she exploded. There were only two things that would quench that thirst though and they were exactly seven blocks, one intersection, and four flights of stairs away. She thought about Connor's invitation for breakfast that morning and couldn't help but hope she would be the main dish. She stepped under the spray and tried to let the water drown her desires but as her mind thought about what the twins would do to her in agonizing detail a hand slipped between her legs. She imagined Murphy securing the belt around her neck while Connor's tongue drew circles on her most sensitive nub. She thought about how they had a different energy about them when they came back from a hit and how they would be relentless with her body. Putting one leg up on the side of the tub she sunk a finger inside and started to work herself towards release as her other hand massaged her breast. She pictured the twins going home the night before and taking care of one another after the state she had left them in. Connor would push Murphy up against the wall like he had done to her in the dressing room before he'd paw at the belt around Murphy's waist. He'd jerked it free and his hand would slip into Murphy's jeans, grasping his length and stroking him. Flashes of Murphy's darkened eyes as Connor bit down on his twin's collarbone almost had her clenching around her fingers until Maxine came busting through the bathroom door causing her to freeze.

"Do you know what happened to my nametag? I swear I left it on the counter when I came home from work and I really need it before I leave to go hangout with Paula because I don't want to have to come home before my next shift." Devan could hear her shuffling through a few things on the counter and could have shot her right then and there. "You know what I think I left it on my uniform! Never mind! Don't forget we have Shirley's bachelorette party tonight! We're leaving here at nine sharp so please be ready! I'm not going to have time to argue with you about getting dressed up so save us all the hassle and just do it."

The door slammed shut behind Maxine before Devan could even get a word out and she banged her head against the tiled wall. That was it, she was convinced this was her karma for last night and she was going to march right on over to their apartment and promise to never play games with them again. She'd get down on her hands and knees if that's what it took. Cutting the water off, she slid the shower curtain open and reached over to the rack for her towel. She dried off in such haste that she still had some water droplets on her when she pulled on her pants, deciding to go without panties in hopes that it would help in her apology to the twins. She finished dressing in a black tank under a hooded sweatshirt not bothering to do anything to her hair besides tossing it up into a messy bun.

There was an outfit laid out on her bed along with Maxine's makeup bag and a note that said she was to put all of it on, all being written in capital letters and underlined three times, before they went out for the bachelorette party later. The party was the last thing on her mind though and as she shoved her feet into the boots sitting at the foot of her bed she wondered if she could get out of going at all. Devan knew she should celebrate Shirley's last night of freedom with her, especially since she was one of her good friends, but the thought of being stuck with a group of girls who would inevitably get drunk and try to hookup with the closest guy was making her scowl. Knowing Maxine had a hand in planning the party she could only imagine the horrid games that would be planned and she was set on finding a way out of it.

Grabbing the fudge off the counter as well as her apartment key, a smirk pulled at the corner of her lips as she set out for McGinty's. The walk to the bar felt like it was taking forever that day and she nearly ran into an elderly man who stepped out onto the porch to grab his morning paper. She flashed him an apologetic smile and blushed like a schoolgirl when his eyes landed on the jar of fudge in her hands, not that he knew how it was going to be eaten or how she hoped for it to be anyway. She shoved the jar in the front pocket of her hooded sweatshirt and carried on her way, trying desperately to keep her mind from running wild. Her stomach knotted in worry as she approached the bar. What if she had misinterpreted Connor's invitation? Were they really just going to be eating breakfast? Certainly, she wouldn't object to spending the day with them sans sexual activities and almost scolded herself for worrying in the first place. If it came down to it she knew they wouldn't say no to a little fun before whatever they had planned. It was the only time she wished Maxine knew about the relationship between the three because then she could use it as an excuse to get out of the party.

Devan ran her hand along the molding of the door of the bar until she found the spare key that they'd hide for her when they knew she was coming over. She let herself in, locking the door behind her and making her way through the deserted bar and to the set of stairs that would lead her up to her saints. She rapped her knuckles against the wooden door to the beat of the Devil's Doorbell and waited for one of them to answer. She could hear some shuffling in the room and as the seconds ticked by she wondered if she had knocked too softly.

She tried again this time calling out, "Candy gram!"

Murphy opened the door only enough to let her slip inside and caught her lips with his own before she had the chance to say anything. She responded and when she went to pull away to give the same greeting to his brother a rolled up t-shirt was placed over her eyes and tied in place. Hands on her hips turned her around until a new set of lips were on hers, his tongue briefly grazing her own before pulling away.

"Morning to you too," she chuckled and went to pull the blindfold off when a hand lightly grabbed her wrist.

Devan could almost feel Connor's smirk against her cheek as he whispered in her ear, "Figured since you like games so much that we would play again but this time with our rules." He reached his hand into her pocket and pulled out the jar of fudge. A heat pooled between her legs as his Irish brogue washed over her like pure sin. When she didn't respond he ran his thumb along her jaw as he lightly bit the side of her neck. "What do you say, lass? Wanna play?"

She enthusiastically nodded, "What'd you have in mind?"

She could feel one of them unlacing her boots and pulling her feet free as the other pulled the sweatshirt over her head careful to keep the blindfold in place. She heard Murphy suck in a breath as Connor nearly growled when they discovered she wasn't wearing any panties. She gasped as a hand teased her entrance, "Expectin' to have a good breakfast?"

Devan tried to rock her hips into Connor's hand but he pulled away before she could and she whimpered from the loss of contact. Karma was definitely a bitch she didn't want to mess with again. "I'm sorry about last night…I should have never…" Her words trailed off and her tank top was removed along with her bra leaving her standing in front of the twins with only the rolled t-shirt over her eyes.

"Are you up for the game?" Murphy came up behind her and she could feel his erection pressing against her bare ass. He kissed the back of her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "You don't have to. You can tell us to stop and we will."

She ground her ass into him and he grabbed her hips, holding her in place, "I'll do whatever you want me to."

"There are only two rules," Connor spoke up from somewhere on the other side of the room where she could hear him moving a few things around. "First, the blindfold stays on until we take it off." She nodded letting him know she understood as Murphy directed her over to where she assumed his brother was. Connor took her arms and wrapped the thick black rope around her wrists a few times before attaching it to one of the beams that ran along the ceiling, leaving enough slack that her feet could touch the ground and her shoulders wouldn't be forced to support all of her weight. "And secondly, only we can touch."

Devan gave an experimental pull on the rope and found she wasn't going anywhere until they let her. In all honesty she didn't mind being tied up but the blindfold was making her a little uneasy. She liked to be able to see the lust in their eyes and be able to take her cues from them so this put her out of her comfort zone.

Thumbs rubbed at her hips bones as someone stood behind her and it only took a second to realize it was Murphy, the torn skin around his nails from the constant biting catching on her smooth skin. "Sure you're okay with this?" She thought about asking for the blindfold to be removed but she swallowed down the thought. These were her saints after all and she didn't trust two people more than them. "Lass?"

Murphy's chest tightened at the thought that they had overstepped some boundary and was about to remove the rope from her wrists when she spoke up, "Do everything you've ever wanted to do to me, go beyond your wildest fantasies, and do it with so much sin that when we're done you'll be running to the nearest confessional."

She heard the microwave beep before Connor spoke up, "Hear the mouth on her me dear brother seems we've caught the devil with this one." Connor dipped his finger in the fudge making sure it was warm but not hot enough to burn her skin before dripping it onto her breasts like wax from a prayer candle. "Goin' to have to exorcise the demons out of her until only our angel is left."

The fudge felt thick against her skin and she arched her back as much as she could as each brother took a nipple into their mouths. She found that even blindfolded she knew who was where. Connor was on her left, his teeth grazing her peaked nub while on her right Murphy's tongue rolled over it cleaning off the fudge as he sucked it into his mouth. Connor continued to paint her porcelain skin with the heated fudge and Murphy dropped to his knees making her gasp in pleasure as his tongue slipped between her folds. Devan tugged on the ropes wanting to run her fingers through his short hair and hold him to her as his skilled tongue had her going weak at the knees. She could hear the glass jar being set down seconds before Connor's tongue traced every inch his finger had just painted on her. The feeling of both of them tasting her at the same time had her breaths coming out in pants and soft moans escaping.

Connor had muttered something in another language and his brother hummed a response, never once stopping his ministrations. When Murphy felt her getting ready to fall over the edge he started planting gentle kisses on the inside of her things up to her belly button not allowing her the release she was so desperately craving. A few more words were exchanged between the twins before she felt Connor's hands on her hips, the scar on his left palm from the meat packing plant rubbing against her skin, as he lifted her up so that she had to wrap her legs around his waist. At the new height she had a little more slack from the rope and was able to move more as he positioned her over his cock before sliding into her causing a slew of curses to spill from her mouth.

He rocked into her a few times, finding a pace that would bring pleasure to the both of them without building up to a release too quickly. She was almost lost in the clouds until she felt Murphy behind her, stretching her puckered hole with a slick finger. They were all about new things this morning she thought for a minute and half expected to wake up from her dream at any second. Connor stilled beneath her as if he and his brother were having some silent conversation and Murphy slowly entered her from behind. She bit down on Connor's shoulder as Murphy pushed himself the rest of the way in and set there for a minute giving her time to adjust to the new feeling of being filled with both of them. She thought she was going to puncture Connor's skin but she removed her teeth to plead that someone needed to start moving.

There was always a certain level of electricity that flowed through her when the three of them were so deeply connected. If she had to she wasn't sure she could explain it so that it made sense. Whatever it was Devan knew that if it was ever taken away from her she'd die from withdrawal. It was in moments like this that she could feel the golden threads of fate binding their bodies together. The three of them fit so perfectly together but it was more than that, in the times the three of them were connected it was as if their souls melted into one. They were so in tune with one another that the three released at the same time almost taking her breath away.

Devan was carefully untied from the rope and the blindfold finally taken off her eyes. She blinked a few times adjusting to the light in the loft and she saw the mark she had left on Connor's shoulder. She went to apologize but thought better of it as she saw him basically showing it off to his brother. She'd have to remember to claim Murphy later as well because it wasn't enough to only have one she needed both. The three dressed before collapsing on the mattress over in the corner spent from their morning activities.

"Any exciting plans for tonight or can we stay like this until tomorrow?" Devan asked as her head rested on Connor's chest while Murphy lazily drew designs on her hip with his finger. Even without looking them in the eyes she knew they were having a silent conversation and she immediately understood. "You have a job tonight."

"Nothin' we can't handle," Connor promised, placing a kiss on top of her head.

She tried not to worry, they always came back without a scratch on them, but there was still that sliver of fear that crept in every time they left. It was the same reason they usually didn't tell her until afterwards so they didn't have to see the concern etched into her angelic features.

Murphy tickled her behind her knee to brighten the sullen mood and his eyes twinkled with delight at the sound of her laughter. "What about you? Would hate to think you'd be sitting downstairs all alone."

"Was invited to a bachelorette party tonight, I don't have to go though," she answered and secretly prayed they'd object to her going.

It wouldn't matter what Maxine or the other girls said if they didn't want her to go she'd sit home all night. Being the true gentlemen they were though had no problem with her going to hangout with her friends for the night. They saw it as a way to keep her from sitting home and worrying until she heard from them.

It looked like there was no getting out of it now, she was going to the party, and she could only hope the alcohol would numb her mind.