Fic: Broken and Bloody

[noxnoctisanima]

Title: Broken and Bloody

Fandom: Primeval/Boondock Saints

Pairing: Connor McManus/Tom Ryan

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Slash, Mentions of Incest

Disclaimer: God I wish! But no.

Summary: Murphy’s death was the death of Connor, the blood was on his hands and in his mind and he couldn’t think anymore. 
A.N. Part of fredbassett 's birthday comment!porn, answer to the prompts 'Virgin' and 'Gun'

 

Murphy’s death was the death of Connor, the blood was on his hands and in his mind and he couldn’t think anymore.

 

Da decided America was getting to hot and took him back to Ireland but he couldn’t stay, he couldn’t pretend to be with family when his only kin was lying cold in the ground.

 

He couldn’t do God’s work when he couldn’t be sure of anything anymore, and he wasn’t. He wasn’t sure they were doing the right thing, Christ, sometimes he isn’t even sure that God is listening.

 

He’d followed God’s laws for so long, been penitent and sacrificed and all it had lead to was blood and death and emptiness and he didn’t want that anymore.

 

He’s been a good Catholic boy, he’d never touched a woman, or God forbid a man, because God had forbid it no matter how much he may have wanted it.

 

When he’d bumped into the tall solidly built man in the bar he hadn’t consciously decided to do anything. He really hadn’t, but when the man’s dark eyes met his and the hand that held him steady lingered for a little too long it barely took the subtle flick of eyes towards the door before Connor was moving.

 

The gun shoved in the back of his jeans dug into his back as the other man pressed him up against the alley brick. Big hands framed his hips and the dark haired man sank to his knees, taking Connor’s jeans with him.

 

The first touch of lips against his cock forced out an exhale that was half groan half curse and he could feel the man smile around him.

 

He cursed again when the warm mouth left him and glanced down to see why. The other man’s lips were red and wet and he was grinning.

 

“You want to call something out, you could try my name. It’s Ryan.”

 

And wasn’t that just fucking hot.

 

When Ryan’s lips touched him again it was all Connor could do not to come. He heard Ryan’s zipper released and thumped his head back against the wall. He recognised the heavy rustle of wanking half clothed, it reminded him of Murphy, both of them lying there in the dark, trying to ignore but secretly savouring the steady rustles and bitten off groans.

 

It took him a long moment for Connor to get his mouth to work, he’d open it to speak only to be distracted by a movement or a touch of fingers.

 

“I’m Connor.”

 

Ryan twitches at that in a way which is very interesting and instantly forgotten as the movement also includes a groan which spreads into him and pushes him over the edge into white and eternity and heaven.

 

Ryan’s name is tangled with Murphy’s as he collapses against the wall.