Title: Shiny Happy Rage
Fandom: Boondock Saints
Pairing: Murphy/Connor
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Incest, Blood
Disclaimer: God I wish! But no.
Summary: This is what it is about, the blood, this is what they share, blood on the floor, blood on their clothes, blood in their veins.
A.N. Why didn’t people tell me about Boondock Saints and the touching and the Latin and the awesomeness?! Well I saw it this afternoon and then ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
barefoot_starz and onigaminanashisuggested that porn should be written, and they do look so good bloody.
barefoot_starz and onigaminanashisuggested that porn should be written, and they do look so good bloody. Murphy’s hands are fisted in Connor’s hair, tugging, pressed hard against his scalp.
There’s blood on his shirt and on his face and Rocco is fuck knows where and Connor couldn’t care less. Murphy’s lips are nearly bruising against him, it’s almost as if the pain lets them do this.
They’re not soft in this, it’s never occurred to them, it’s hard and painful and so damn near prefect it’s hard to breathe.
A little blood trickles down Connor’s face and then it’s in their mouths, all copper tang and salt. This is what it is about, the blood, this is what they share, blood on the floor, blood on their clothes, blood in their veins. Blood splattered in stars across ceilings and walls and pooling on floors, blood leaking from wounds and smeared along Murphy’s cheek by Connor’s clutching hands.
Murphy’s head bounces back from the wall as Connor pushes him backwards into it, body following to cover his own. Connor’s hips are hard against him, cocks lining up perfectly as if built for this.
Murphy’s breath hisses out and he tucks his fingers under the straps of Connor’s holsters, they clang on the floor as he pushes them off.
He knows his own must be digging into Connor’s ribs but just slips his hands under Connor’s tight black shirt, twisting a little cruelly on his nipples.
Connor’s fingers grip his hips hard enough to bruise and he bites down at the junction of Murphy’s neck, just enough to break the skin and taste his blood, their blood.
Connor doesn’t bother to push Murphy’s holsters off, he just pushes them to the side, fitting him body in between them, thrusting hard against Murphy and groaning at the friction.
Murphy’s hands are on his belt, fingernails digging into the soft skin of his stomach as he undoes the catch. He pulls the belt out fast, fast enough that the friction burns against Connor’s skin and the end of the belt whips against his chest.
Murphy’s hands press teasingly against his cock as he undoes the buttons of his pants and slides the zipper down. Connor bucks into it, hands moving to Murphy’s pants.
He doesn’t bother to remove the belt just undoes it, leaving the black lengths hanging against Murphy’s thighs.
Connor exhales brokenly as Murphy dugs his fingers under the band of his pants and tugs downwards. The fabric catches across his dick and friction almost sends him to his knees. His hands shake as he flips open the button on Murphy’s pants and pushes them down.
Murphy’s hands clench in his shirt as Connor brings their cocks together and when he pulls away to grip Connor’s hips they come away blood red, leaving broken handprints on Connor’s skin.
Murphy’s guns are digging into his sides and his shirt is riding up to show the twitching muscles of his stomach and Connor wants to kiss him.
The wall is hard against Murphy’s head as Connor’s kiss pushes him back into it, the movement of their hips breaking the touch of lips for gasps and groans and bitten off curses.
Murphy comes first, biting down on Connor’s bottom lip until the tang of blood fills their mouths again and Connor is pressing into a glorious slickness that lets his cock slide in one long movement from the crease of Murphy’s thigh to the curve of his hipbone.
Murphy’s thumbs are lying along Connor’s collarbones, hands gripping his shoulders as Connor’s hands slide along the bumps of his ribs.
Murphy uses the inwards thrust to pull Connor close and hiss into his ear.
“Come on Conn.”
Connor comes with a groan and their blood glistens beautifully on Murphy’s lip as he falls to his knees.
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Awesome, awesome porn, hun! Very them...all hard and rough and desperate and bloody. :D We're going to see more from you, right? :P
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Possibly, i never know what fandom is going to stick, there are some i've written one fic for some i've written two dozen. But ask me a again in a week or so, though should i do another drabble collection anytime soon they'll feature...and thinking about it the Merry Month of Masterbation/May is coming soon...
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Merry Month of Masterbation/May
*blinks* Ooooh....tell me more? ;D
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I haven't really looked into it but as far as i understand the aim is to write 31 stories in the 31 days of may, all of which include wanking of some form, either mutual or solo. It's multi fandom.
As i'm really liking drabbles at the moment I thought i'd give it a try if uni isn't swamping me come May.
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that was amazingly hot and well said and so very them and just...yeah saving that and i'll be in my bunk! you rock BDS!
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And they're brothers. Twin brothers. One of my top 3 kinks.
Twin brothers, hot 'cesty slash, and blood. What more could I ask for in a fandom?
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Glad you liked it.
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just discovered the movie and fandom myself so yay for great fic!
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