saint ain&#x27;t what i claim to be,

Mini 100+ followers celebration;

Since I’ve reached a hundred followers I decided to do this thing to say thanks to all of you.

the rules are simple;

Reblogs AND likes count.

Must be following me

Only RP blogs pls.

Must reach at minimum 10 notes.

No unfollowing after; I’ll be checking.

the prizes are tiny;

First prize winners(2) will get 40 icons of the FC of their choice plus a thread with yours truly, a drabble of any rating and any pairing, [just ask before suggesting bc there are some pairings that are a no] and two edits - an icon and a sidebar one

Second prize winners(3) will get 20 icons, a thread and a drabble.

Third prize winners(3) will get 10 icons and a thread.

the ending date is near;

this ends on the 10th of February of 2014

ends tomorrow.

Mini 100+ followers celebration;

Since I’ve reached a hundred followers I decided to do this thing to say thanks to all of you.

the rules are simple;

Reblogs AND likes count.

Must be following me

Only RP blogs pls.

Must reach at minimum 10 notes.

No unfollowing after; I’ll be checking.

the prizes are tiny;

Second prize winners(3) will get 20 icons, a thread and a drabble.

Third prize winners(3) will get 10 icons and a thread.

the ending date is near;

this ends on the 10th of February of 2014

#{ out of rope }

Mini 100+ followers celebration;

Since I've reached a hundred followers I decided to do this thing to say thanks to all of you.

the rules are simple;

Reblogs AND likes count.

Must be following me

Only RP blogs pls.

Must reach at minimum 10 notes.

No unfollowing after; I'll be checking.

the prizes are tiny;

Second prize winners(3) will get 20 icons, a thread and a drabble.

Third prize winners(3) will get 10 icons and a thread.

the ending date is near;

this ends on the 10th of February of 2014

#{ out of rope }

the end

As Connors fingers worked with Murphy’s entrance, Murphy pushed back against it to speed up the process. Small whimpers left his mouth as Connor continued to work but with the kiss the whimpers turned into moans and Murphy tilted his head to deepen the passionate kiss with his brother.

A chuckle escaped him as his second finger eased in and he scissored them quickly; spreading them and working the other open slowly, other hand stroking his twins length as his teeth nipped at the others bottom lip. "Tell me w'en yer ready.." He murmured, pulling at the others lip as he worked his twin open slowly and steadily.

#hallelujahxjafar #nsfw

the end

Murphy watched his twin play with his length and nuzzle against it and when he pulled back to grab the condom, Murphy sat up. “Ye please? I miss me body undneat’ ye’s.” He pleaded his twin as his eyes met the others. “Please Connor.” His heart rate started to speed up and his member twitched.

#[ whoops sorry its crap ]#nsfw #hallelujahxjafar

"Alrigh'." again, he ducked in for a kiss as his hands tugged the others jeans down and let them flop onto the ground; leaving him bare from the waist down; fingers ripping the lube package open and nearly spilling it with his nervously fumbling fingers - though he managed to spread it over his index and middle fingers; moving them down so his hand slipped between his twin's legs and fingers began their quick - yet gentle means of prepping him. One finger moving to work him open enough for the second, their kiss never breaking.

the end

Once Connors hand reached down and his jeans button came undone, he felt himself get goosebumps. Finally, after so many years Murphy was going to have his Connor back.His sweet, sexy, brother of his that he was madly in love with and no one could replace.

Another moan escaped him as the kisses trailed downward and he wanted Connor more then ever. His back arched and his hands gripped the sheets underneath him. It had been so long he has almost forgotten the feeling of his brothers soft lips on his smooth chest. “Connor, I want ye so bad.” He whispered in a low tone.

He couldn't help the soft noise he made in response to his twins words; nipping the skin and moving down so he could nuzzle himself against the bulge in his brothers jeans; his hands moving to tug them down just enough to free the others member; lips brushing up along the length of it and pressing against the head. Tongue poking out just slightly and flicking over the tip, before pulling away and moving back up to kiss Murphy. His hand moving into his back pocket [living in that school or not; there was still the need for condoms] and he fished his wallet out; opening it to pull the condom and a small packet of lube free, lips tracing the line of his siblings jaw and up to his ear so he could whisper. "Ye wan' me t' top, or d' ye wanna do t'e honors?"

the end

Murphy moaned quietly as he felt himself grow in his jeans while Connor moved. Connor always knew the right triggers to get Murphy going while to Murphy, Connor was still a mystery. Sure they were twins and knew everything about each other but Murphy was always learning something new about his twin.

As the kisses made his skin prickle and his desire for Connor grew stronger, he rocked his hips back against the man above him, his eyes filled with lust and want. Strong emotions poured in as Murphy gripped onto Connors back with his hands, lips finding their way back to his twins and in a soft whisper between kisses, “Jus’ like ‘ole times.”

He knew he'd just won the little tiff given the moan; and his lips turned in a happy smirk; the kiss came and was easily returned - leaning into it and deepening it as if he were a dehydrated man in the desert; lips moving against Murphy's and his hand moving down between them to pluck the button of his twins pants loose. "We gotta be quick, 'fore Ma comes check'n on us. Once we're gone lat'r we c'n make up some more; a lot slower, 'n a lot lon'er.." He murmured, before his hands moved to push his brothers shirt up, the kiss broken as he moved down; lips trailing along his twins chest and stomach; down to kiss along his waistline.

#[ someone wanna keep me from rping eliot ness? ]#{ out of rope }

the end

Murphy took comfort in the feeling of his brother nuzzling against him once again like he used to. “Oh mo dheartháir milis…” He mumbled in his twins blonde hair while his fingers twisted in his twins hair. Still the story Connor told Ma and him made him wonder, if it was true or false. “So, t’at whole t’ing wit’ t’at girl, was it t’ue ‘r false?”

He swallowed, the question made him blink before biting down on his lip and moving instead to kiss and nip along his twins neck and jawline; leaving small marks down the flesh and his hips gave a slight rock against the younger twins. "'Ey; le's not worry 'bou' t'at, le's make up f'r t'e six years we los', 'n we c'n try 'n ge' out'a here by tonigh', ge' t' Amer'ca like we wan'ed." He just didn't have the heart to tell Murphy that it was true, that there was a girl at the church up on the hill preparing for a wedding that would never happen; preparing for a marriage that was doomed from the start because Connor was a twisted fuck who was deeply in love with his brother.

the end

He immediately shut his mouth as Connor motioned him too and watched as he moved the dresser. Murphy was now confused but he didn’t care. It was going to be just like old times. Murphy could feel his face melting in his brothers hands and as Connor straddled him, he relaxed underneath his twins body. As there lips met and that sweet moan left Connor,his arms wrapped around his twins neck holding him close, “Ye were gone t’ long.” He whispered in between kisses.

Out of habit, he pulled him down till his body was pressed against the bed and his brothers. His hands moved from around his neck to his lower back; he got muscular through out the years and it showed, it felt good. “T’ fuckin’ long.” He whispered again.

He felt his twin relax beneath him and he moaned softly again; the kisses felt just as good as they always had, his eyes closing and his body melting against his brothers; a soft sigh of pleasure coming from him as he pulled away; how was something that was supposed to be so wrong - so right in the end? how the hell was it supposed to feel wrong when he just wanted more of it? His hands trailed down across Murphy's chest and he shivered; "Way t'ew long, mo dheartháir, m' so sorry.. I love ye; I shou'dn' o' le' 'em change me." He murmured, leaning in to nip his siblings bottom lip. Hands moving to grasp his twins shirt before he pulled from his mouth and nuzzled the others neck.

the end

There it was, that kiss he had so longed for and Connor returned his own with a fiery passionate one. It made Murphy’s head spin with old memories. Whether it was sneaking kisses between classes or holding hands on the way home. All memories he dearly missed.

When Connor stood up and darted towards the twins room, he quietly got up and followed his footsteps. Once he stepped inside the room, he sat on the bed and looked up at Connor with blue eyes.”Ye don’ know w’at ye sayin’, t’ey have ye under a spell.”

#hallelujahxjafar #[ it's fine. >.> I keep getting carried away ]

His hand came up in a silent hushing movement before both hands pushed through his hair ; messing it up and then moved to yank his priests collar undone so he could breathe without strain, pacing the room in hurried and obviously scared movements; he scratched the back of his head with hurried twitchy movements of his fingers; a sigh escaping him. "It's.. S'wrong t'ough; ain' it? S'.. S'wrong.. Jesus, it's warm in 'ere.." He muttered; tugging his jacket off and untucking his white dress shirt from his slacks; "M'not s'posed t' do it.." But it felt right, and he moved over to push the dresser over a few inches; just to keep the door shut and another swift movement carried him over til he grasped Murphy's face with both hands; legs coming up to either side of the others hips as he straddled his twin - "M'jus' gonna have t' go t' hell, t'en; t'is fuck'n ain' w'at I promised ye." And then his lips crashed against his brothers in another passionate kiss; mentally kicking down the wall he'd built that held back his feelings for his twin and letting out a pleased moan into the kiss; one that spoke of just how much he'd missed his dear little brother.

the end

All Murphy heard coming out of his twins mouth was lies, lies, and more lies. How could he say such things? What about his promise? Those bastards changed him and Murphy did not like it at all. Snap ou’ of i’ Connor, ye said ye love me, ye promised. The sudden kiss from Connor had Murphy wanting more. A familiar feeling returned as it did those years ago.

“Bu’ Connor, it was consensual. Ye said ye loved me ‘n t’ never ferge’ t’at. Everyt’ing we did, I loved ‘n wan’ed t’ do ‘n enjoyed every momen’ of it. I cou’d never hat’ ye fer somet’ing like t’at. I love ye wit’ all me heart.”

His next move would be a desperate act to get his brother back and to get some reassuring that this was all a hoax. As Connor trailed off in his mid sentence, Murphy pressed his trembling lips against his twins again, his eyes squeezed shut full of pain.

For a second, all he wants to do is scream and yell about how wrong it is that Murphy still thinks it was consensual - Connor couldn't remember asking him; all he remembered was himself baiting his younger; trusting brother into kissing; then letting him touch and molest him in every way that he could and all Connor saw himself as was a monster for doing that. When Murphy's lips pressed to his, Connor felt the tremble; and he pushed him away; ignoring the jolt it sent through his body. "I love ya t'ew, bu' it ain' t'e same. I messed ye up; I fucked with yer head 'n ye shou'd hate me f'r it.. I made ye t'ink it was okay t' do t'at stuff wit' me 'cuz I wan'ed it, n' y'ew were so innocen' 'n trus'in' t'at ye did it wit' no ques'ions asked 'n I-" He tried to push more words out and then he shook his head; "It's jus' wrong, m' gettin' married 'n t'is is how it has t' be.. It's wrong f'r us t' do t'is stuff; Murph, I don'.. I don' wan' t' do it, anymore. Ye shou'dn' eit'er.." all he wanted was to drag Murphy close and attack his lips with kisses. ... Shit, he was doing that; lips attacking Murph's with a need unlike any other, a passion that seemed to burn through his veins and his heart pumping faster than it ever had; before he forced himself to break away - breathing heavily as he clamored off the couch and across the room; pacing back and forth down the hall towards their bedroom - stomach heaving with heavy breaths - he didn't feel as sick as he should have; and in a split second decision; he marched over and poked his head through the kitchen door. "Ma, me 'n Murph are gunna hang out in t'e bedroom f'r a bit 'n catch up." When the woman looked at him suspiciously; he just blinked. "...And talk about girls." That seemed to be the key and she nodded; though still somewhat hesitant. He turned and looked to his twin before hurrying into the bedroom, knowing that Murphy would silently follow him without so much as a 'c'mon' to get him moving.

the end

The grin on his face showed as Connor pulled him into the living room. He finally had the love of his life home, home for good and they would run away soon, runaway and start a new life in America. He sat down next to him and listened, watching his mouth move in every word. His had missed those lips so much it had almost forgotten.

" ‘m engaged." Wait, was he hearing correctly? Did Connor just say engaged. “Ye engaged?” He asked quietly and slow, still trying to process the words he had just watch come from his brothers mouth. But, what about me? It all didn’t make sense to Murphy and he didn’t want to believe it, he could almost cry.

"T’at’s…wonderful." He put on his best smile when in reality, he was heartbroken.

Noting the change in his brothers features, his brow furrowed. All of two seconds passed before he looked down and then to their ma; "Ma, c'n I have a minute alone wit' Murph?" He questioned, the woman nodded; still beaming with pride that her eldest son had straightened himself up and was on the right path - that he was becoming a good man and not a sinner as he had been before. She trotted off into the kitchen; and Connor turned to his twin; hesitantly placing a hand on his shoulder, "W'at we had before; can' ev'r happ'n again, Murph - ye know t'at righ'? Ye gotta move on; ge' yerself a nice girl 'n live t'e righ' life. Li'e m' doin'." He swallowed, hating that look of hurt and betrayal that crossed his brothers face and he placed a shaking hand on the side of his twins face. Checking to make sure their ma couldn't see them; before he pressed a soft kiss to Murphy's lips; the spark was still there for him but along with it came a sense of dread; of disgust at himself and a churning start in his gut. "See, Murph - not'in's t'ere.. No spark; no lus'; not'in'. M' sorry, bu' w'at we had was jus' teenage curiosity n' I go' shown t'at I took advan'age of ye - 'n I regre' it more'n anyt'in'; I'm yer big brot'er, 'n I.. I moles'ed ya; I raped ya.. Ye shou'dn' forgive me f'r t'at; ye shou'd hate me guts f'r ev'ryt'in' I did t' ya." Now he himself was on the brink of tears; age old scars and markings from his welts on his back throbbed with the memory of everything he'd had drilled- no; beaten into his head that was so wrong about what he'd done to his brother. "Ye trus'ed me; n' I.."

the end

Murphy had made a spot in his room in the corner near the window his sanctuary. His eyes never left the road in which one day he hoped his brother, his love, would return and they could run away together like they had planned. Murphy was living in agony with Connor gone, forcing himself to remember all the times they shared so he would not forget him. He would not forget Connor, he promised.

Of course after Connor was taken away, his Ma would scold him and not let him go outside to play with any of the others, keeping him inside right beside her. As Murphy aged, his Ma believed he had changed his ways and no longer saw Connor in that way, but she was wrong. Murphy still kept his strong feelings for him.

He was daydreaming again outside the window, remembering that time on the hill when the door bolted open. He jolted back in surprise to see his brother, aged and looking as perfect as ever since he had left. Once he managed to get back on his feet he darted towards Connor and pulled him into a meaningful hug. A you were gone for so fucking long hug. “Connor!”

#hallelujahxjafar #[ have some clueless connor ]

It took just a short moment of surprise before he grasped onto his brother as tightly as he could; but something was still off about the hold; his hands stayed perfectly in the middle of his twins back, and after a second; he pulled away and held Murphy at arms length away from him; grinning. "Quite a welcome, baby bro." Turning to look at their mother, he bit his lip and looked between the two before he took a breath and pulled Murphy by his hand into the living room. Pushing him to sit down; then guiding their mother to sit as well. Before he stepped back and bit his lip, looking down at his hand and taking a deep, deep breath to steady himself. When he looked back up into his family's eyes, he breathed out slowly, this announcement would please his mother and brother; right? God, he hoped so. "Ma, Murph.. I.. uh, 'm engaged, t'e weddin's in a few weeks at t'e ol' chapel on t'e hill. She'll be comin' t' meet ye bo'h nex' weeken'" He smiled, waiting on the response and biting at the inside of his lip as his nerves made his stomach churn and his palms sweat. "Her da is t'e preach'r t'ere 'n he's performin' t'e cerem'ny 'n t'en m' takin' ov'r t'e church w'en he retires." And here he was practically beaming with pride at the turn his life had taken - their ma was equally as excited as him.

the end

Murphy could feel his heart shatter into millions of tiny pieces as he watched the cops take his brother away. “Connor!” He screamed louder as they pushed him into the car with force. One cop signaled for them to move on and drive away and Murphy started to go hysterical.

He pushed and shoved and kicked, putting up a fight he was determined to win. “Lemme go!” He shouted in his mothers face, and the neighbor gripped harder. He had to see his brother once last time before they took him away and time was ticking. “I said lemme go!” A jolt and he breaks free, running after the fleeing cop car. His legs bolt faster then he had ever ran before, small tears leaving his eyes. “Connor! I love ye! I won’ ferge’! I promise!” The car finally drove away faster and Murphy could not run any more. Connor was gone.

It was gut-wrenching to see his brother chasing after the car with all the speed his legs could muster; and Connor didn't stop his fight. Kicking at the windows and pounding on the back one, kicking the door handles and the doors themselves until he could move no more; until his muscles ached and his jaw hurt from screaming and yelling and they finally had to hit him with a tranquilizer dart. And as he was slowly falling asleep, tears streaked his face and fell on the seat. Thinking of his best plan on how to get out of this, and in his sleep he dreamed of the year they first knew that their soulmates were each other. Ten years old, and they shared their first kiss; they'd been sitting up on the hill not far from their house - goofing off and wrestling each other to the ground and when Connor had finally pinned Murphy - the two simply stared at each other, one of those twin things that they could never break; they'd done it as long as they could remember - and Connor had broken it by leaning in and pressing his lips to his twins; who; to his surprise - returned it. --- Six years later --- It'd been a good six years since he'd last seen Murphy, and not a day went by that he didn't think about him, but the thoughts had changed - they no longer yearned to have his baby brother writhing beneath him in the pleasure and ecstasy that only Connor could provide in the dark of their room. They no longer contained images of big blue eyes staring up at him from between his legs, or those long, sweet kisses they used to share. No. That was all gone; Connor was coming back a free, clear, good and straight man; any time he'd even looked at one of the other boys while in the school he'd gotten a severe lashing that'd left him sore and unable to sit for days; and finally after six years there the nineteen year old saw the errors of his ways. He was returning today; to his ma's home to stop in and see his mother and brother before heading off to prepare for his wedding - he'd met this nice young woman on the school's co-ed field trip to London, England; she was smart and beautiful - all brown hair and big blue eyes (perhaps subconsciously he was filling the void that'd been left by his inability to have his brother). She was sweet as well, and doted on Connor as if he'd hung the sun and the moon. As he pulled up in the same police car that'd carried him away all those years ago; he was let out and he crept up to the door - they weren't expecting him - so he knocked gently. Fixing the black suit jacket that matched his slacks. The collar was one of a clergyman ; yes - he was on the road to becoming a priest. When the door opened, he grinned widely, waving his hand slightly before being taken into a bruising hug by his mother. She was the reason he'd gone away, but now in his state of mind; he could do nothing but thank her for showing him the sins he'd committed and the right path to head down. "Ma, where's Murph?" "He's in y'ew twos ol' bedro'm." "Min' if I pop in 'n surprise 'em?" "Nah, go righ' 'head." With her permission granted, Connor sprinted through the house and to the door; slinging it open with a loud - "GUESS WHO?!"