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The Ides of March

(A Darren Treacy x Jeanie Turner mini-series)

Chapter 2 - Drunken Lullabies

Word Count- 1500

Warnings: language, minor drug and alcohol use, smut: oral sex (fem!receiving), sex

A/N: On Saint Patrick’s Day, Darren and Jeanie start receiving ominous, cryptic text messages claiming to be from the future. Play the game; save Darren. Jeanie’s rules are simple enough: If Dazz can catch her, he can have her any way and anywhere he wants. So how did a night of wild sex and whiskey lead to murder?

Prologue Chapter 1

Darren started at his mobile willing it to do something. Anything. Ever since he stepped foot inside The Temple he became unsettled. The texts from earlier in the evening (as he and Tommy watched Siobhan spiral into a drugged out drunken mess) implored Darren to give a wide berth to Nidge and Git. Git the IRA kingpin whose son almost murdered Aido. Whose car in retaliation Darren bombed.

The texts warned whatever Jeanie said, or wanted him to do, he should. She was in as much danger as Darren now. So he played the red-head’s game.

Darren knew Jeanie came a bit undone by the divorce papers. How long could they have kept on like they were? In hotels and his gaff and once or twice at the parlor Fran and Nidge owned. Gordon’s women were never the same, but his wife was having a proper affair. What a blow to someone’s ego. They were just lucky it hadn't ended in someone getting shot. Again. You can't live without both lungs.

Now Darren nursed a beer in between several shots and a clandestine bump of something or other. He stopped keeping track the last few weeks. The club was doing a good job of drowning out his thoughts as the bass filled his brain. He caught sight of Jeanie, Siobhan, Gordon's sister Laura and Ewan (Jeanie's best friend from Scotland) thrashing away on the dancefloor to a No Doubt song.

That pile of red hair wild and untamed as she jumped and spun and shook her body, a bottle of cider precarious in her fingers. Their eyes caught and Jeanie wiggled her fingers for him to join them. Darren shook his head even as Siobhan joined in the enticement by grinding on his.. whatever she was. The women quickly kissed with passion, and faced him again. Dazz rolled his eyes and smiled, a smidge turned on, but found himself far too distracted by the phone.

Not much later, lost somehow in liquor and concentration, a shot slid past a handful of patrons and collided with Darren's knuckles. Perturbed, he glanced up as someone shouted from the far end of the bar. That ginger hair drenched and frizzy as a massive grin spread across Jeanie’s face.

“Catch me if you can!!”

Darren's phone buzzed; he nearly pissed his pants. A text came through. He checked to see if it was Red, but she had vanished as quickly as she had arrived.

She bought a shot for a guy the first time around. American, like her. They danced and drank and fucked in the toilets. That's where she is. Third floor in the rooftop bar. It's empty.

Darren scratched his head and made his way upstairs without hesitation. He found the ladies and knocked feeling stupid. Before Jeanie could answer, he opened the door to find her leaning forward to reapply something in a giant bamboo vanity. Her breasts pushed together in the corset were on full display as she caught him staring in the mirror.

“Damn, I thought that would be harder.” She pursed her lips and winked. Her hands were anchored on either side of a small sink; her eyes were heavy lidded. She lowered herself slightly so that her ass stuck out and glanced right back at Darren. “Guess you're just gonna have to fuck me.”

In two long strides, Darren was behind Jeanie. His face got lost in her hair as he let his hand caress her neck. He squeezed but only for a moment. Just a taste. She muffled a moan before his fingers slid inside the soft leather of her top so that he could fondle and pinch a nipple. Then the other as he kissed and bit her bare shoulder.

“Fucking me from behind so we can watch in the mirror?” Jeanie pushed herself against Darren's easily produced erection. She took his free hand and slipped it beneath her pleated skirt.

“I t’ought I’d fuck ye another way,” he growled in her ear. Darren pumped his fingers in and out of Jeanie to make her wet. Except no work was really needed for that either. “Are ye just ready for me all the time? Spread your legs,” he demanded.

Jeanie went along with what he wanted. She widened her stance so that her feet were shoulder width apart. Darren grinned and got down on his knees behind her. His face level with her ass which he exposed by lifting her skirt. She gave a sharp inhale.

Before she could talk, Darren bent to kiss the backs of Jeanie's thighs. His lips warm on her bare skin where he tore her fishnets earlier. They traveled up over her ass and under the pleats. He alternated from one cheek to the next with dramatic kisses that felt like his entire mouth. That heavy, punctuated breath like every time they had sex formed goosepimples every inch of Jeanie's body.

“Ohhhh,” it was a sigh as Darren kept at it. “Ohhh,” she repeated with a moan at the sensation of his tongue on her ass and thighs.

A third time she repeated the same sentiment when he switched positions from being behind Jeanie to between her legs. His back to the vanity and sink. Head underneath her skirt now while Darren's hands dug into the same curves and softness he had been kissing moments before.

“I t’ought,” his words jumbled by fabric and thighs. The air hot on her sex while he spoke, “You could sit on my face.”

Jeanie tried to brace herself on the sink top. Her hands slid forward as Darren snaked his tongue inside. He flicked it back and forth a few times before withdrawing it and sucking on her slit. He kissed it like he did her mouth before replacing his lips with his tongue. He dragged it painfully, slowly along the outside. Then it dipped in and out.

Unable to balance completely, Jeanie made a poor attempt at steadying herself with fingers wrapped up in Darren's hair. Or what he had left. The thought made Jeanie laugh even as she panted and her breathing quickened. The tip of his tongue collided with her clit finally, and she pulled his head forward.

Darren worked hungrily now. His lips and tongue in a frenzy while Jeanie started to rock into his face. It was like the faster he made his mouth go, the quicker he could get his prize. Making Jeanie cum was always a gift. Not for her. For him.

As his jaw began to ache with the pace he set, Darren thought about every time Jeanie got off. Real or not, sometimes he caught the signs it was actually happening. Like how the hood around her clit would contract against his finger or tongue. How it did now as she cried out “Fuck!” and came as her back arched out of reflex with her thighs tightened around his face. He wasn't quite sure he ever noticed before her.

Darren wasn't exactly drowning in sexual experience. He had been with maybe another girl besides Rosie and Jeanie. He knew Rosie wasn't keen on experimenting or showing him how she liked it. So Darren had to improv. Maybe half the time she got off.

He definitely wasn't into the prostitutes at the cathouse like Tommy and Nidge and Elmo. So the way Jeanie actually had orgasms motivated Darren to do it more. Better. She always told him what to do, how hard or fast or what to touch. Darren could make her cum multiple times. It was an ego trip.

How long could he keep Jeanie in the ladies to make sure she was safe? The texts never said how, but his phone vibrated in his back pocket. He ignored it.

Darren's brain was muddled with thought as Jeanie lowered herself just above his lap. She started to undo his belt and pants to free his cock which she hovered over. He held the edge of the counter above his head as she sank down on his erection. Her knees on either side of him and started to ride as quick and rough as his mouth fucked her before. Darren couldn't stop her as her mouth consumed his own to taste the orgasm still on his lips.

They could only have so much sex. Darren's chest was starting to hurt, and he knew Jeanie's legs probably wouldn't work too well tomorrow. There had to be someplace more comfortable they could wait out the rest of the night.

“Stop. Stop.” he held Jeanie's body fast. “I need a breather. One lung. This is painful as fuck, darling. I know someplace softer we can go.”

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The Ides of March

(A Darren Treacy x Jeanie Turner Mini-Series)

Chapter 1 - Come On Eileen

Word Count: 1125

Warnings: pure smut, language, alcohol use, canon divergent completely, **no spoilers**

A/N: On Saint Patrick's Day, Darren and Jeanie start receiving ominous, cryptic text messages claiming to be from the future. Play the game; save Darren. Jeanie's rules are simple enough: If Dazz can catch her out in Dublin, he can have her any way and anywhere he wants. So how did a night of wild sex and whiskey lead to murder?

Prolouge

“We’ll play a game,” Jeanie had texted Darren.

“I know how this ends. I like both of my feet, and I've already lost a lung.”

“Funny! Come and find me out in Dublin. If you catch me, you can fuck me.”

“Like I won't be fucking ye already? Just enjoy the night, meet me at the pub. 3am”

Jeanie read Darren's last message. The card burned in her purse. Keep him away from Nidge, whatever you do.

“You can fuck me in public. Wherever. However.”

A few minutes later as Jeanie passed a joint to Ewan, her phone buzzed between her tits. “Up the arse?”

“Dazz”

“Red.” Then. “Thought I’d give it a go. Can I have a hint?”

(Talk everyone into the Temple club. Get Darren there, maybe with Tommy & Siobhan. I'll take care of the rest.)

“It's 3 Stories. Looks like a church. I'll be inside. Catch me if you can.”

Out in the narrow alley between The Temple and the adjacent alley, Jeanie scrolled through her phone for a number. She stepped outside with Ewan to get some air, four shots and a whiskey with Coke deep. Her finger found what she wanted.

“Hey! It's Jeanie. Chuck your old man, and come dancing with us! Or bring him, and let he and Dazz stare at their mobiles waiting for your uncle to call.”

“You mean the weasel? ;) Darren already left for The Temple. Ewan told him where. Tommy and I will meet you there in a bit.”

Jeanie's heart started to pound. Whatever it was these messages wanted, or wherever they were from, the game would work. If she had to use her pussy to keep Darren Treacy alive, it wouldn't be very hard. He was easily enticed by it.

Now Jeanie was lost in her own mobile. She heard a muffled greeting from Ewan’s deep Scottish brogue. Her back was towards him, but Darren (smelling of tequila himself) strong armed her and lifted her off the ground. Jeanie screamed in shock then delight before he set her down.

Jeanie made gestures towards Ewan to head back into the club. It took a few minutes, despite Darren's immediate desire to bite and kiss Jeanie, for the Scotsman to realize he was no longer wanted. He winked at Jeanie and made his way back inside.

“I t’ought t’is game would be harder.” Darren's hands roamed over Jeanie’s fishnet tights.

“You got Ewan to tell you where in the club we were, didn't you?” She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and closed her eyes. She got lost in his mouth on her neck. Her free hand urged him up her skirt.

Darren became a little more energetic. He tore at the fabric so Jeanie's tights were destroyed. His heavy breathing gave way to just the bare minimum of surprise when he realized she wasn't wearing panties under the fishnets.

“Naughty, bitch,” he growled in her ear as his fingers started to delve inside Jeanie. They pumped aggressively, his middle finger on her clit in swift circles.

Jeanie moaned, the whiskey coursed through her nerves. She didn't care that the streets of Dublin were crowded. That she was in a dirty, impossibly narrow alleyway with an Irish gang member. That she was sent divorce papers. That she was 29 today. Had she told anyone that she was 29 today? The American expat school teacher living in Scotland and Ireland getting finger fucked by a hitman on St. Paddy’s Day was almost 30.

“You left out dirty, Dazzler.”

Jeanie's hips moved on their own as she encouraged Darren to go deeper. Her nails sunk into the skin on his wrist, and they moved together. From one angle it just looked like a couple dirty dancing to the loud electric beat that poured out from the side entrance door. From the other, revellers would see a man with his hand completely lost inside a woman's skirt as her mouth hung open in ecstasy.

“Can't I ever look at ye when we fuck? I want t’see your face, darling.” His fingers went faster as he began to grind his erection into Jeanie's ass at the same time.

“No,” Jeanie had to fight around her moaning, “If we look at each other during this, it's not gonna be just fucking anymore.”

“I caught ye, and I was told I could fuck ye anyway and anywhere. Can't bend your own rules because you're afraid t’fall in love.” His hand no longer inside her.

Jeanie groaned. Why did he use logic?! It's not the falling in love, it's those eyes. Like all of Ireland was in them. They were impossible to describe because “hazel” wasn't enough.

“Finnnneeee,” she gave in. There was laughter in her voice. “Now please, fuck me before my chick boner dies!” She faced Darren but started to unbutton the dress shirt under her corset. “Wait wait. I don't want this to get ruined.”

“Where ye gonna put it?” Darren undid his belt and jeans. His hand gripped his cock, and he started to wank it.

“Fuck.. Ok I'll throw it away?” Jeanie tossed it.

“Good old Scots-Irish impulse,” Darren backed her into the wall. He lifted Jeanie's leg to plant her boot on the other building maybe three feet away.

The brick was cold against Jeanie's back as Darren plowed into her. She took a chance and lifted her other leg so that she was bent between the walls. Her hands clawed at the back of Darren's neck. His hands pushed and pulled her ass back on forth so their bodies crashed together. They fucked at breakneck speed.

Jeanie didn't look. Her eyes clenched shut as she relaxed and let Darren have his way. She could feel the ragged stone create a burn on her now bare shoulders as he slammed a few more times. His vice grip jerked her into his pelvis one last time as he came. His body shook with it.

Jeanie unfolded herself slowly. The adrenaline and alcohol did her head in. She fished her clutch out of the back of her skirt while Darren fixed his pants. He marveled at the hidden bag but only with a raise of his eyebrows. He didn't even notice, but licked his lips as she swiped a tissue inside herself and tucked it in his pocket.

“Parting gift,” she winked and blew a kiss. Then his phone buzzed.

Tommy and Siobhan came around the corner, and the younger one screamed in delight and broke in a run. As she drunkenly threw herself into Darren's arms, Jeanie slipped away unnoticed. He was busy trying to push Siobhan off into Tommy.

“Round 2, Dazzler. Catch me if you can. Next time make me cum too, selfish bastard.”

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Dress You Up In My Love (Darren Treacy x Jeanie Turner)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: angst, smut, language, cross dressing kink

A/N: Darren needs just one night to hide after pulling a hit on Dublin's biggest drug lord. He turns to secondary family where he finds out something surprising about himself and unfinished business from his cousin's wedding. (Takes place in series two between episodes 5 and 6. There ARE spoilers for series two of Love/Hate.)

A frantic knocking sprung Jeanie out of sleep that she didn't remember falling into. She hurriedly pulled on the hotel bathrobe and shouted at the door she was coming. A glance at the clock told her it was 8pm. Still plenty of time for him to come by.

Jeanie opened the door and gasped. “Dazz?! What's going on?”

“Is Gordo here?” The man shifted from foot to foot outside the doorway. He had a motorcycle helmet in his hands and a wild look behind bright green eyes.

“No. He's been up at Trinity in that fucking lab all day. I've not seen him.”

“I need a place t’crash for a few days,” he half-begged, half informed Jeanie as he pushed past into the suite. “Crikey this is posh. If I knew Gordo was gonna grow up t’have this kinda cash, I wouldn't have poked fun at the specs n shite.”

“Darren is there something I can help you with? As we've not seen you in four years?” Jeanie crossed her arms over her chest.

“I.. Did something. Just need a place t’lay low. Figured my cousin was th’last place anyone would look.” There was a shrug in his voice.

“Why not Rosie?”

Darren started to shed his jacket then ran a hand through his shaggy hair, “Best not involve her either. Not exactly talking these days.” He held his jacket out to Jeanie.

“Fuck off with that!” she swatted the jacket away.

“Oi! Just hold it while I take off the rest.”

“Rest of what? Your clothes? Hi Darren. Haven't seen you since the wedding. You've grown up. Sorry about Robbie and your mum. Thank you, Jeanie. How have you been? How's Scotland? Just lovely. Don't see Gordon for days and he's had TWO affairs.”

“Fair point, darlin,” Darren stepped out of his boots and unzipped his sweatshirt. “The Treacy side ain't exactly one t’write home about. Are we, yeah? ‘Cept Mary.”

Jeanie took the leather jacket and pinched her nose. Eyes closed. Something sticky about it made her recoil. Eyes popped open. She held her hand up; it was speckled brownish red.

“Dazz is this blood?!”

“Best you don't know. Can I shower?”

“I don't know, can- JESUS DARREN PUT SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON” Jeanie covered her eyes.

“I'M IN UNDERWEAR!” he shouted back, laughter in his voice. “Alright, Ginge. Haven't ye ever seen a grown man in his underwear? You just need to get rid of those anyway ye can. Please?”

“Well you certainly aren't 16 anymore.”

“I was 18 when ye’s got married. Don’t ye remember?” his eyebrow arched suggestively.

“I would say I tried to forget, but when I'm stuck alone at night, or in a hotel for days at a time, I don't feel bad. It really was foreshadowing for the rest of our marriage.”

“Gordo’s cousin trying t’shag his new wife th’night he got married? Almost got that tossover. Pride myself on that.”

“I was hammered and you have very hypnotic eyes. Like Kaa in the Jungle Book”

Darren frowned, his brows knit together in confusion. His lower lip turned out as he struggled to comprehend that as compliment or insult.

Jeanie couldn't help but stare now. A proper look. Darren's body hadn’t changed much since she last saw him. Still thin, muscles a bit more defined. Scars littered his chest and stomach as he exhaled deeply. It was labored.

“Are those from a gunshot?” Jeanie looked minorly distressed.

Darren absently ran his fingers over the old wounds. “Aye. Working on one lung and I'm a bit barmy now.” Like it was no big deal.

Jeanie sighed heavily, but stopped to gather up his clothes. “I'll take a walk, and ditch these. Against my better judgment. Clean clothes are in our bags. You're about his size I suppose.” She rummaged around in the closet by the front door for a garment bag.

“You're a fucking beauty!” Darren snatched his cousin’s wife up in his arms. He pecked her cheek awkwardly.

“Towels are in the bathroom,” Jeanie grappled with what just happened. “I'll be back in half an hour. I hope whatever you did is fucking worth it. Dazz.”

“Trust me, love. No ones gonna miss him.”

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Jeanie sloshed out of the canal bed glad she packed her Wellingtons for the unpredictable Irish weather. Grateful too for the stones she found along the water side. She had put the hotel pub news bulletin out of her mind warning of a gangland hit on a local known drug lord. One that showed up to her wedding on the arm of Darren and Gordon’s aunt.

“I hope Darren shot you right in the fucking face, and you knew it was him.” Jeanie muttered as she watched the clothes sink after she pushed the bag under the surface.

Maybe it was hypocritical she was relieved JohnBoy was dead. Dazz wasn't the only one who tried to fuck her that night, but he was the only one she welcomed. Maybe, Jeanie owed Darren a bit of physical gratitude.

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Jeanie shut the door behind herself and popped her boots off in the closet. She changed quickly in the bathroom.

“You hungry or anything? I hope you found clothes that-”

Jeanie stopped in her tracks when she came around the wall that divided the suite foyer from the bedroom. Darren with his back to the full length mirror, was twisted so that he could look at himself. He seemed to be staring at his own ass.

“What are you doing?!” Jeanie was surprised, but amused more than anything.

“Oh! What kinda fookin underwear does Gordo have?” Darren's cheeks were just a hint of pink as he caught Jeanie’s eye. “T’ere’s no place for my cock when I piss, but they feel nice? Like t’ere comfortably snug?” He caressed his ass for emphasis.

“Well, those are mine. Not Gordon’s boxer briefs. So that answers the cock question. And they look snug because you have.” Jeanie's eyes strayed down over the bulge that had grown inside the boy shorts. “Well you must REALLY like them.”

Darren's eyes were wide, but he didn't seem embarrassed. Not really. His gaze followed Jeanie's downwards to his erection. “Yeah looks t’at way, doesn't it. I promise ye, I've never done t’is before.”

“Who cares if you have. Women wear boxers all the time. Back home, when I was in uh, what's it here? 1st through 4th year, all we wore was boxers as regular shorts. If you like them, Dazz, you could try some more?”

Jeanie had sat down on the bed. One knee crossed over the other with her hands clasped together. She bit her lip while her heart drummed loud in her ears. A pleasurable discomfort as she began to throb at the sight of Darren in her panties. The anticipation of him getting into a sexier pair. Letting her feel them. It had been so long.

“I mean, I'm not going anywhere t’ night. I’m not dressing in full drag though,” he insisted.

Jeanie stood and rifled through the suitcase. “I didn't think you wanted to. My regular clothes wouldn't fit you anyways.” She bit her fingernail and debated between a deep purple and cobalt blue. “I'm built like an hourglass and you,” she laid her choices on the white duvet, “are built like a baby giraffe.”

Darren rolled his eyes but joined Jeanie at the bedside. He gravitated towards the purple ones. Mostly lace with a bit of satin, they would look absolutely obscene on him. In the best possible way.

“Ye were wearing these t’at night,” Darren was full of nostalgia.

“I didn't know your side of the family could be sentimental besides Mare,” Jeanie giggled. She couldn't help it. “I definitely married the wrong cousin. Sometimes, I wish I could legally kill him,” there was an uneasy humor in her voice.

“I mean, I would do it for ye.” Darren didn't even hesitate.

“Um..” Jeanie's face matched her hair.

Darren burst into laughter, “Ease up, darlin’. I'm fuckin with ye.”

Jeanie wasn't certain about that but she played along. His smile both unnerved her and turned her on. The way he studied her and then the panties with a curiosity and delight.

“Why don't you put those on, and I put on the bra. Then.. we can make a full set.” There was innuendo in Jeanie's suggestion.

“We can't.”

“We CAN. The right sentiment is whether or not we SHOULD.”

“Should I really put these on?”

“Would you really kill someone you care about?” It was a strange reciprocation.

“If I cared about Gordo, I would not have tried t’fuck his wife the night he got married.”

Jeanie licked her lips, flames curled around her ears and cheeks. “Put them on. Anything I can do to make you more comfortable? Liquor?” She reached inside her shirt and produced a small bag that she swung back and forth, “Cocaine from your jeans?”

Darren reached for it but she was quicker. Stuffing it back in her bra, she swatted his hand away. “How about you.. don't do stimulating narcotics with a PTSD chaser?”

“It keeps me awake so I don't have nightmares. Just go so I can put t’ese on!”

Jeanie planted herself on the bed after taking her shirt off. She leaned back on her elbows, legs crossed. “I'm not going anywhere.”

“Fine! But close your eyes, so we can both be surprised. Wait, why’d ye take your shirt off?”

“Won't this make you more comfortable?” She pushed her chest forward a bit.

Darren’s eyes darted down to Jeanie's tits where they lingered longer than she expected. “Alright, sweetheart.”

Jeanie could listen to him talk for hours. Still she squeezed her eyes shut with a dramatic flare. “Go on then. I can't bloody wait.”

There was some shuffling around as Jeanie sat without peeking. Her heart raced in anticipation as she realized Darren had tossed what he was wearing at her feet.

A few minutes went by, and she lost patience, “Can I look? You've gotta have them on by now.”

“Fine, but don't laugh! I can't seem to get my junk in these.”

Jeanie opened her eyes and her mouth, “Fuck me, Dazz. Those are..” She stood up and made her way over to him from behind as he faced the mirror. Completely unable to stop herself. “You look delicious.” A word no one has ever used to describe either of them.

Jeanie’s hands on Darren's thin hips. They ran back and down over the sheer and lace over his ass. There was a playful squeeze before changing direction and flattening her hands on his. Downwards and into the indentation of his abs. Then she stopped to trace her fingertips over the angry red scars. Jeanie ran her fingers over them as if she wanted to memorize them.

Darren’s stomach convulsed a bit under her touch. “Jaysus,” he muttered under his breath. Eyes shut as Jeanie watched him in the mirror.

“Let me take care of you. Just one night,” she kissed between his shoulder blades. “You certainly deserve it after what you did today.”

“What did I do t’day?” Darren challenged Jeanie with his question. His hands covered hers, but not to push her away. To guide them down further over his erection.

Jeanie playfully squeezed again. The man in front of her let out a sound between a gasp and a moan when she began to rub the satin barely containing his cock. Her open palm gained friction as she worked faster. Where a man might find a woman's clit between her legs under the fabric, Jeanie moved her palm over Darren's balls.

“Eradicated part of Dublin’s largest pest population,” each word punctuated by her hand moving faster. Jerking him off without ever touching more than the underwear.

“I hope..” Darren's breath hitched and grew heavy. “Someone else..” his hips started to twist. “Ro-”

“I don't think we should talk about her right now, do you?” Jeanie cut him off. She finally let herself reach inside of the panties to properly take his cock in her grip.

Her thumb played with the head, slick with precum. Fingers wrapped around the shaft and stroked the length down and back up. She wasn't used to doing it from this angle but found it even sexier. The power she felt surge being the one in control. How wet she was inside her OWN panties.

Darren's head hung back as he lost himself in the ecstasy of what his cousin’s wife was doing. He didn't care that she was married. To a man who neglected her, ignored her.

Nidge. Tommy. His own sister. His cousin. They fucked around all the time. He and Rosie, that almost got her killed and they weren't even shagging. He knew he'd be livid if he caught her cheating. not violent mind you, but pissed. Just like if Siobhan or Trish did it. Or even Gordon. Everyone was a hypocrite.

Yet here was Darren. His cousin’s wife wanking him off while he wore her knickers. And he didn't give a fuck for once. His dick hadn’t been this hard in ages. That day he and Rosie had sex felt so long ago. They didn't do it much if at all since then.

Maybe this wasn't right, but Darren couldn't care anymore. He stood three feet above a malicious drug lord reduced to a cowering pussy and killed him. It was the same feeling as Jeanie's fingers as they twisted and kneaded his cock. Euphoric.

“If we don't take this to the bed. only one of us is gonna get a happy ending.”

Darren turned quickly. Faster than Jeanie could focus on. Their mouths finally crashed together as he gripped a handful of her. He shoved his tongue in her mouth and hands in her the pockets of the jeans she still wore. He dug his fingers into the thick of her ass as they stumbled back towards the bed.

Jeanie's hands labored in an effort to unbutton and unzip her pants around Darren's body as it thrust into her. She didn't want to stop the war their tongues waged as she struggled to tug the denim over her hips, but there was air as her husband’s cousin intervened. They laughed as he yanked them down to the floor and he went with them.

Darren looked up at Jeanie, who now sat on the edge of the bed, as he knelt on the floor by her feet. He helped each ankle as she lifted them out and literally kissed the tops of her feet as she drew them up on the comforter.

“That was romantic,” her voice thick and barely above a whisper. No hint of her usual sarcasm or humor, only some embarrassment. Her cheeks were pink.

“I've wanted t’fuck ye since we met. And I want ye to remember this for a long time.”

Darren stood up and hooked his fingers in the elastic of the underwear of hers that he was wearing. Jeanie covered his hands and leaned forward to kiss his stomach and his scars. Using her tongue this time to trace over them like she had her fingers.

“Leave them on? I'll never forget it if you let me fuck you wearing those.” Her fingers tangled up in the lace. Tips of her nails just brushed his cock through it.

Darren smiled in a way Jeanie wasn't sure he was capable of doing anymore. Right now, in this moment as his eyes changed from darkness to almost emerald, she knew he let himself forget. That's all she wanted. One night for both of them to forget.

“Can't say I've ever had sex like t’is,” excitement in his voice. “I'm right curious t’see how ye manage.”

“You lay down, and I'll play it by ear. This is definitely a new one for me too.”

They switched places. Darren laid down on the bed, head on the pillows. Jeanie unhooked her bra and slipped out of her own panties. She stood naked and exposed in the lamplight. Her heart raced when she realized he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. They traveled over her breasts and stomach and further still as she crawled on the bed beside Darren and straddled him.

“Fuck me,” it was a response. And a suggestion he made simultaneously. His hands spread out over her back and caught up in her long red hair.

Jeanie raised a bit up on her knees to situate herself. She lowered her body so that the outline of Darren's cock beneath the satin and lace was between the folds of her naked sex. Her hands anchored on his chest as she started to ride him.

“Jaysus your so fucking wet already,” Darren breathed and ran his hands up and down Jeanie's body. Over her shoulders and to her ass where they settled on her hips.

“It's you in my bloody knickers,” her voice wavered as she started to rock harder back and forth.

It was like a pleasurable rug burn on her cunt, as Jeanie closed her eyes and twisted her hips just a bit. She rode the length of Darren’s hardened cock completely from bottom to top and kept gaining speed each time. His strong hands buried in her waist helped her pump over and over. Then he angled himself underneath her so that the tip could hit her clit just right as she moved down.

Jeanie rode harder and faster. The satin and her cunt on fire as Darren's cock started its familiar twitch. She clawed at him without caring if someone else saw the marks on his chest. That explosion was building deep in her walls as they throbbed and ached for him to be entirely inside of her.

Instead Darren slid a thumb into her cunt. It replaced his cock as Jeanie started to lose control. Circled and fucked as she fucking him.

She clutched his wrist, “Harder. Rub my clit harder. Like that.”

He obliged all too eagerly. Especially when moments later she cried out unexpectedly. Her body rolled into an orgasm. He never let up with his thumb or his own hips as they bucked up into Jeanie as she came.

“Let me fuck you properly,” Darren begged as her cunt constricted around his hand. His thumb, the knickers and Jeanie's body slicker than before they started.

Then Darren's mobile rang. Darren's mobile was always ringing.

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It's A Sin (Darren x Jeanie)

Word Count: 770

Warnings: Smut, infidelity, language

A/N: Honestly @robertsheehanownsmyass this is your fault. Because Dress You Up In My Love wasn’t enough

Darren's asleep on the pull-out couch in the suite’s living room. He and Jeanie had called it quits somewhere after his fourth or fifth phone call. She tried to give him head, but Mary was in a panic over someone outside her window. Again. He went down on Jeanie, but then Nidge called.

“I don't know when you and Tommy became lap dogs to such a ferrety little man. Run your own operation. John’s dead,” she had said over her shoulder while throwing a tee shirt and flannel pants on.

“Not flannel pants,” Darren had half whinged.

“Yes flannel pants. Nigel called here four times, you answered four times. My pussy should be more important than one of the weasel brothers from Roger Rabbit.” She had tossed Darren a pair of actual boxers. “I've got a GREAT pussy. One of you assholes should realize that.

Darren had pulled the boxers on, “I had a taste. I want it,” he wrapped his arms around her waist and brushed her hair aside. He kissed her neck. “I'll get ye going again.”

“No. Grab one of Gordon’s shirts. He's actually coming back tonight. Legs closed for business. I'll be back in March with Laura and Ewan. You can sleep on the couch.”

So that's what Darren was doing at 4am when he felt the mattress bend under someone's weight. The smell of her. The way her hair fell across his chest and face when she leaned over his ear while he laid on his side.

“ I want you to fuck me,” Jeanie whispered

Darren opened his eyes and looked into hers. The wanton way she started at him. The way she didn't care if they got caught. That Gordon was in the other room. Her husband who came in jovial but smelled of whisky. And whether Jeanie caught it or not, Darren did. He smelled like someone else’s snatch.

He made to kiss Jeanie, but she dodged his mouth. “I said fuck me, not make love.”

She situated herself beside Darren on her stomach, already naked. Her arms draped over the pillow, nothing covering her so that her body was exposed to him. Wanting.

Darren crawled on top of Jeanie, one leg between hers to part them. He laid his weight on top of her back with his one arm stretched across her so that he could clasp her small hand. Their fingers entwined as his free hand lifted her hips just slightly.

In place now, he took the head of his cock and teased her sex. Stroked it wet so she ached for it. She let out a whimper into the pillow, and Darren kept on. Rubbing it along the outside while he breathed heavily onto her skin. Forehead pressed between her shoulder blades as he inched inside finally.

“Do it,” she begged. Her ass reflexively arched upwards into his pelvis. “Fuck me harder”

“You're so bloody tight,” Darren maintained a whisper. With a jerk he buried himself deep within her.

Jeanie bit into the pillow to prevent herself from crying out. She clutched Darren's hand with a ferocity as he began pounding into her. Then he caught her other hand, and she clawed at that one too. Her face turned to see out of the corner of her eye as he rutted and bucked untamed.

Darren let his sweaty forehead rest on Jeanie's cheek as he pounded away. Whatever angle she maintained allowed him to work a hand under their bodies now. Hers followed, encouraged him to fuck her with his hand too.

“Like earlier,” she tried to instruct. “work my clit.”

“Jaysus, I didn't know you were this fecking dirty.”

Darren obliged Jeanie. Used his fingers and cock to make her cum. The passing thought of “Rosie would never.” before remembering she wasn’t speaking to him. Maybe she wouldn't, but Jeanie fucking was.

Then he came. Quicker than he thought, but only because it felt so fucking good inside of her. Minutes later as Darren dragged his mouth from one side of her back to the other, trying to catch his breath in between, Jeanie buried her face in the pillow and made somewhere between a squeal and a scream.

Her body relaxed, face turned out again so she could breathe. Darren tried to kiss her again, and again Jeanie thwarted him. She begged him off and stood up, unashamed for once to be naked in the light from the street.

“You should go after you wake up. I think it's safe.”

“T’anks?”

“I just don't want to do something stupid like fall for you.” Then she was gone.

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The Ides Of March Soundtrack

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Could you maybe do “No, i’m supposed to be making you feel good.” for Darren/reader, or Darren and your OC? -- 🦚 xx

Two Tickets To Paradise

(Darren Treacy x Jeanie Turner)

Warnings- language, oral sex (fem!receiving), manual stimulation/masturbation (fem! receiving)

A/N- Two years after the events of Ides of March, Darren and Jeanie (now married) live in a small ocean town outside of Phuket. They own a tiki bar along with Darren's friend Tommy and Jeanie's friend Ewan. They're also parents to a baby girl called Maeve.

After all she's done for him, Darren decides to show Jeanie a little gratitude. GIF credit goes to @vousnavezrienvu

"Darren stop!" Jeanie shoved him away but only light heartedly. "I'm ovulating."

"What the shite does t'at mean?" He ran his hands down over her ass giving it a little squeeze.

"It means you don't wear condoms, I can't get the pill easily in Thailand, and it's prime time for knocking me up. Again."

"So? Let's have a hundred babies," he let his mouth hover over Jeanie's

"Here we go again," she rolled her eyes. "You only enjoy this one because she's still small. Can't even walk yet."

"How about five?" Darren's breath was warm on her face.

"Not all of us are still in our twenties."

"Three! Like Mary, Robbie and I?" he begged her. "T'at was never too much for my Mam. Least our kids will have a dad."

Jeanie sighed, "Dazz."

"Two? So she's not lonely?" Darren laid his Dublin accent thick in her ear. Then he held Jeanie flush to his body before he hoisted her up on the bar. Her shoes kicked off in the process

Against her better judgment, Jeanie wrapped her legs around Darren's waist. Their mouths once again lingered without touching. His loud, heavy breathing went from her ears to her sex. It palpitated; she gave in.

"We can have two."

She reached for the bulge in Darren's jeans, but he stopped her. "No, I'm supposed to be making YOU feel good."

He bit the spot behind her ear then nipped at her lobe. Jeanie’s moan mixed with a laugh as she hung her head back to expose the rest of her neck. Darren’s love bites traveled down her throat the same time he unzipped her dress and tugged it completely off.

There was a sharp intake of breath when his wife’s body was exposed to the ocean breeze that filled the air. Jeanie leaned to grip the other side of the counter where sat. Darren pulled her bra straps down one at a time, his kisses followed the same path along each arm. Her free hand pushed Darren's head between her tits.

He only lingered there for a moment before he spun her sideways and laid her down along the bar. He let his tongue trace up from her cleavage to her neck again and pushed deep inside of her mouth.

Darren's hand had been flat on Jeanie's stomach. All the while his lips went upwards, the palm of his hand went down until his fingers grabbed at her cunt through her panties. They rubbed two, three at a time swiftly over them. Easily teased Jeanie wet as he made a repetitive tapping motion where her clit was under the cotton.

Jeanie's back lifted off the bar. She moaned loudly into Darren's mouth while fighting off his tongue with her own. He stretched her arms above her head and pinned them together at the wrist. His fingers working her clit over her panties now optioned to actually plummet inside of her slit.

Her hips twisted as Darren continued to plunge his fingers in and out. The middle one flicked over her clit and the hood that covered it. Then they shifted to a hook motion further in before his finger circled with a fury.

Jeanie found herself fucking Darren's hand. Her lower half untamed as she rocked forward and back into his fingers. Her gyrations and his and their tongues found a back and forth motion. Her nails curled around the hand that held her at bay.

He broke the kiss to focus on how fast his fingers flew in and out of her. Jeanie was writhing, her body somehow also relaxing into what he was doing. Everything stopped moving except Darren's two fingers as they concentrated solely on working her clit. He alternated at a speed of agonizingly slow which built to rapid.

She felt it. That spiraling heat that starts in her stomach and spreads like her legs were. The convulsion that made her appear possessed as her cunt grew slicker and throbbed. It constricted as Jeanie rolled herself in a body-shuddering orgasm.

An orgasm that Darren and his fingers’ motions rode out until she bent and stretched a few times and screamed out his name. Smug satisfaction on those pillowy lips. He raised an eyebrow while looking down; Jeanie dared to stare back as she came down from her high.

Darren bent to kiss his wife who shuddered involuntarily. She moved to get up, but despite releasing her from his grip, he still held Jeanie in place. His fingers were still slick with her.

“I told ye sweetheart, I'm supposed t’be making ye feel good.”

“Dazz,” Jeanie's mouth was dry, “You made me cum three times. I'm gold.” She smiled lazily at him.

“Ye could cum three more times,” his mouth turned down as his eyebrows lifted up. As if he was challenging her.

“It's been a rather long while. With work and Maeve and you and Tommy in Phuket for a few weeks.” Jeanie turned out her bottom lip, “You were working right?”

Darren sighed through his nose, “C’mon Red, ye know we were. Ye do so much around here when I'm gone.”

He stood at the end of the bar and yanked Jeanie by the calves towards him. He situated them on either shoulder after removing her panties completely.

“Ye run the tiki bar.”

He ran his nose from her knee down her inner thigh towards her cunt. He lost it briefly inside her pubic hair. Darren's finger and thumb separated her so he could sweep his tongue over Jeanie's clit.

Her hips jolted in reflex, but her husband ignored them. His lips now the ones to brush the length of her other thigh back up to that knee.

“AND ye take care of our daughter.”

Darren leaned forward so that Jeanie's knees bent back. His tongue flat like his palm earlier pushed along her pelvis towards her navel where he dipped just the tip of it.

Now his arms snaked under Jeanie's thighs and around so that he had that same access with his hands. To spread her slit and her thighs at the same time.

Both sets of Jeanie's nails twisted and pulled Darren's hair to hold his head in place. It didn't stop him from looking up at her just as his tongue dove inside of her cunt the way his fingers had.

She locked her ankles and her eyes with Darren. Then pushed his face back down so that he was buried in her cunt.

“Fuck me,” Jeanie struggled to find her voice.

“What?” Darren mumbled into her. His tongue lapped at her while he used his nose to caress her clit.

“I'm going to fuck your mouth,” she demanded now.

Her grip on his hair led to Jeanie pushing Darren's head back and forth. She thrust her pelvis off the bar and down so that his tongue and mouth found their pace.

He alternated from flicking his tongue in and out like a snake and suctioning his lips to her. He relished the way she undulated into his mouth. He went back to taking long swipes the entire length of her cunt that ended in successive swirls and savored the taste.

Darren knew that drove Jeanie crazy. That he loved when she came on him. That he triggered the release of it just enough with the pattern of tongue, fingertips and lips. He would taste it for a day, secretly not bothering to rinse himself out after. So his wife was left to indulge in it herself.

Sometimes, out of curiosity, she urged him to try writing the alphabet with the end of his tongue. Like now she rolled and tried to catch him in her thighs when he hit the letter G. Over and over S, Z, M.

“FASTER!” Jeanie screamed. Darren laughed and held her steady. This was the point where her words were compulsory, uninhibited. “I'M GONNA CUM IN YOUR MOUTH!” Her face flushed as she contorted wantonly.

Darren stopped abruptly only to glance up at her and snort. His heavy breathing edged her along. "Dirty bitch," he exhaled.

Then he was on her again. His jaw ached but it was the least he could do. For making him new and giving him a second chance. One body shaking orgasm like the one that burst through Jeanie now. Two. Three. They would never come close to how she took care of him the last two years.

Darren stood up and wiped the back of his hand across his lips before sucking on his thumb briefly. To relish what she left behind before stroking her thighs.

“Alright now, love? Told ye I’d make ye feel good didn't I?”

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Magical Library Master List

Feel free to peruse the card catalogue. Miss Kitty will continue to add to her collection as she sees fit. If you would like to borrow a book from our sister libraries, a link will be provided to you below. Thank you for your patience! **Denotes Magical Library After Dark

Sincerely,

The Library Staff

Billy Delaney (Me & Mrs. Jones)

Billy Delaney x Fem!Reader

Shameless (language, smut)**

Rain On Me (language, smut)**

Cormac McNamara (Foreign Exchange)

All Youve Got Is Gold: Cormac McNamara x Jeanie Turner

Part 1 (a smidge of fluff shaded smut)

Part 2 (more fluffy smut)**

Part 3 (yet again, Cormac demands fluffy smut)**

Cormac/Billy x Jeanie Drabbles

Secrets to Tell (angst, mentions of death) *mentions of Darren Treacy

Teenage Dirtbag (fluff and smut)**

Dreams (fluff)

Jeanie Turner Stand Alone Drabbles

So I Creep (OC Kiss Week fluff)

Darren Treacy (Love/Hate)

Darren x Fem!Reader

That Boy is a Monster (NC-17 rough, violent sex)**

The Sinner’s Prayer: Darren Treacy x Jeanie Turner Crossover

Dress You Up In My Love (smut)

It's A Sin ( NC-17 smut)**

Buttons (sexual tension, teasing some angst)

Darren x Jeanie Before and After

The Trouble With Love Is (infidelity and oral sex) The Past

Galway Girl (pregnancy mention) The Present

Two Tickets To Paradise (NC-17 smut)** The Future

The Ides of March: A Mini-series starring Darren x Jeanie

Prologue- Bad Romance (violence, angst and language)

Chapter 1- Come on Eileen (smut and language)**

Chapter 2- Drunken Lullabies (smut and language)**

Chapter 3- When You’re Gone (language, smut, angst)**

Ivan McCormick (Killing Bono)

Ivan x Fem!Reader

It's A Heartache (a hint of angst, drug use and smut)

I Want To Break Free (bit of angst and some passionate kisses)

Jack (The Messenger)

The Ghost of You: Jack x Rin Davies

I’m a Creep (angst fluff smut )

Auld Lang Syne, A Sequel (fluff)

Song To The Siren (angst, smut and fluff)

Jack x Rin Drabbles

Cry Little Sister (a hint of smut, angst)

Mad About Love (smut)**

Beggin’ (smut and use of sensory overload)**

Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

The Joan Jett Trio: Klaus x Fem!Reader

Do You Wanna Touch Me There? (BDSM NC-17 Smut)**

Bad Reputation (BDSM NC-17 Smut)**

Cherrybomb (BDSM NC-17 Smut)**

Leon (Moonwalkers)

Tupelo Honey: Leon x Honey Comb

Ch 1- Kult of Dionysus (drug use) 1967

Ch 2- Raspberry Swirl (drug use, NC-17 smut)** 1967

Ch 3- Hooked on a Feeling (minor drug use fluffy smut)** 1967

Ch 4- Angel of The Morning (angst and fluff and time travel) 1968

Ch 5- Bad Moon Rising (grifting, scams, a hint of sex, occasional fluff) 1969

Ch 6- Dream A Little Dream Of Me (the end of the line folks, graphic child birth and some spice) 1969

From The Tupelo Honey Timeline (1967-1973)

Baby It’s Cold Outside (Christmas fluff) 1967 and the sequel Let It Snow (equally fluffy) 2007

Dancing In The Moonlight (feat Ella, smutty threesome sapphic and straight sex)** 1968

Neverland- (drug use, smut, language)** 1968

Spoonful of Sugar (pure Leon fluff) 1969

Into the Mystic (fluff and smut)** 1970

Your Song (fluffy smut)** 1973

Don’t Leave Me This Way: A Leon x Honey Redemption Arc (marital strife, romance and smut)** 1977

Part One Part Two Part Three

Honey Stand Alone Drabbles

Love Me Tender (origin story)

When Vicky Needed Honey (Moonwalkers/TUA crossover)

Luba (Mute)

Little Earthquakes (Luba x Naadirah angst)

Luba x Fem!Reader

LoveGame (NC-17 smut)**

So Happy I Could Die ( sexual teasing)

Luke (Cherrybomb)

Luke x Fem!Reader

She Wants Revenge (NC-17 smut drug use)**

Everything He Needs (angst)

Supply and Demand (smutty smut smut)**

MoonBrella Crossovers (Moonwalkers/TUA)

Sweet Child O' Mine (fluff with some angst) 1971

You Are My Sunshine (fluff and another hint of angst) 1971

In The Air Tonight (angst, smut, general Klaus-induced chaos)** 1973

Modern Love (Smut)** 1974

Xanadu (death and heaven) sometime in the future *Sunny x Honey

MoonBrella Lake (Moonwalkers/TUA/Sway Lake)

It’s All Coming Back To Me Now (sweet and closed door implied spice, teenage love) 1987 *Sunny Kostas x Jess O’Neill

Conversations With Living People (discussion of unplanned pregnancy) 1988

Lay All Your Love On Me (family angst, airplane smut) 1994 *appearance by Sunny Kostas, Ollie Sway and Jess O'Neill

New Year's Day (some fluff, some spice, some magical powers) December 1992/1993 *appearance by Honey, Leon, Klaus, Ollie and Jess

After The Lovin' (sweet) 1993 *Selina x Nikolai w/appearance by Leon and Honey Kostas

Nathan Young (Misfits)

Nathan x Fem!Reader Drabbles

Like A Prayer (smut and sacrilege)

The One With No Name ( swearing and sexual innuendo

The Chaos Duo: Nathan Young x Fem!Reader

The Dog Days Are Over (language, almost smut)

The Dog Days Are Done (smut)

Last Christmas: Nathan Young x Violet Duval

Ch 1 God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman (just pure magic chaos)

Ch 2 Fairytale of New York (violence blood minor gore)

Ch 2.5 You Give Love A Bad Name (Nathan’s POV of Chapter 2, gore)

Ch 3 White Christmas (NC-17 smut)**

Ch 4 Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas (somewhat NSFW, language)

Ch 5 Last Christmas (language)

Nathan x Violet (In First Person!) Drabbles

Hers (language and smut)

His (language and smut)

Violet Duval Stand Alone Drabbles

This Kiss (A Violet Duval Origin Story)

It’s Just A Little Hocus Pocus (some fun with a trace of innuendo)

Nikolai (The Song of Sway Lake)

Nikolai x Fem!Reader

I Wish I Was The Moon (NC-17 smut)** August 1992

White Russian on The Rocks (fluff)

Nikolai x Selina Kostas

Waiting For A Star to Fall (smut, a bit of angst, occasional fluff)** September 1992

Constant Craving (fluff, angst and smut) October 1992

Enter The Circus (smut, angst) November 1992

Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered (angst and smut)** March 1993

New Soul (fluff and nothing else) December 1993

Brick- An Alternate Love Story for Nikolai and Selina (frank discussion about abortion, unprotected sex) 1992

Roland (Three Summers)

Roland x Fem!Reader

Good Vibrations (smut)**

The Word Of Your Body: Roland x Rin Davies Crossover

Songbird (fluff)

Andante Andante (angst fluffy smut)

Sean Falco (Bad Samaritan)

Sean Falco x Fem!Reader

Brick and Mortar, Sacred Skin (minor angst smut)**

Glitter in The Air (sugary sweet fluff)

Rebel Yell ( smut)**

Fashion Of His Love (trace of angst and fluff)

Iris (fluff with innuendo)

Wild Horses (angsty smut because why not?)

Sean Falco x Irina Sergeivich-Kostas

Wild Rover (saccharine spice)

The Threesomers

Jack x Rin Davies x Roland

Someone Saved My Life (fluff with a bit of angst)

The Threesomers (polyamory, a tad bit of angst and loads of smut)**

Heart, Mind and Soul (a polyamorous coming out story)

Rush, Rush- Jack and Roland (MLM smut)

Vincent Rhodes (The Road Within)

Vincent x Fem!Reader

I Think We're Alone Now (language and smut, portrayal of Tourette's)

Dear Vincent (language and smut, portrayal of Tourette's)

Two Piña Coladas, The Redux (Language, smut, portrayal of Tourette's)*

A Vincent Rhode’s Special for @vonkimmeren

Vladek Klimov (Fortitude)

Vladek x Fem!Reader

The Drumming Song ( angst and intimacy)

Seven Devils (sexual teasing and angst)

Shake It Out (slight angst and smut)**

#robert sheehan character fic #jack #klaus hargreeves #leon #luba #luke #cormac mcnamara #nathan young #darren treacy #nikolai #vladek klimov #billey delaney #roland #vincent rhodes #sean falco

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The Ides Of March

(A Darren Treacy x Jeanie Turner mini-series)

Prologue - Bad Romance

Word Count: 1815

Warnings: language, violence, murder, mention of sexual assault, angst

Sequel to “The Sinner’s Prayer” Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

There are tiny moments that contain millions of choices we all make. It's not a choose your own adventure; there's not always time to think cohesively. Add in copious amounts of liquor and sex and a person may become impulsive. As Jeanie cocked the gun pointed in Nidge’s direction, she found herself in the middle of one of those flip-of-the-coin situations.

She followed every hint, every cryptic text from a burner phone that was meant to prevent this exact instant. But the vile leader of an IRA faction lay slowly dying from internal injuries at her feet. Siobhan, softly sobbing hid her face in Tommy’s shoulder. Darren, behind her, still held the keg by the handle. Nidge was the only one who could square up. He was pacing like a trapped animal, enraged and seething. Jeanie never faltered in her aim.

“We're done here, Delaney,” the words came out distorted. “Right now. This was a nice night. I saw a great concert. I drank loads of fucking liquor. I have had more sex in the last few hours than I have in the last few years. I literally got eaten out in a pub loo. I'm getting divorced, and if Trish was smart she'd get a divorce too.”

“Red-” Darren tried.

Jeanie spun on him, the gun pointed too close for either’s comfort. Darren’s eyes like a deer in headlights. “I'm not losing you. I'm not letting this life eat anymore of you. Siobhan already paid the price.”

“Just put the gun down please. I'm only trying t’put him out, love. Look at the bastard.”

“It's a butterfly effect, Dazz. You're already too much for them.” Tears threatened Jeanie’s eyes.

Darren put his hand on the muzzle of the gun cautiously and pointed it down to the floor. “What the fuck are ye talking about? Jeanie, you've been barking all night. Not that I don't appreciate the craic,” he smirked, “Or the shaggin’. The panic attack when we walked through the door earlier. How did ye know about Git?”

Jeanie fished in her cleavage for her mobile and tossed it to Darren. He opened it up and used his own for comparison. He studied the texts on both screens with confusion in his eyes.

“You've been getting them too, right?”

“But how?”

Only Darren and Jeanie existed right now. And the soft gurgling of Git as he drowned in his own blood. The choked crying of a young woman who had been assaulted. They were alone, but aware. So deeply aware of their situation.

“Oh please, can ye even fire a fucking gun?” Nidge’s voice broke through.

Jeanie whirled again, her arm around the side of Darren's friend. It was all fluid. Her arms moved with resistance like underwater. The gun aimed somewhere towards the back of the basement or front. No one was sure. It was just where she pointed the gun and pulled the trigger.

One by one dominos topped in a new pattern. Siobhan screamed, but the sound was deafening so her panic was muted. The gun kicked back causing Jeanie’s elbow to vibrate. Almost like someone checked her reflexes with a small hammer. A burst of concrete where the bullet hit a wall, and Darren dropped the keg with an even louder crash.

In Nidge’s terror, he went to flee from Jeanie's bullet . His entire weight landed on Git’s face. Nidge’s trainer came down with a sickening crunch like a knife in butter. Git’s face was the butter. The gurgle ceased.

The last domino fell. Jeanie dropped the weapon to her side and staggered backwards into Darren’s arms. He tried to take the gun but she jerked it away.

Instead he switched gears and mumbled nonsensical words of comfort. “I've got yous.” and “Jeanie, it'll be ok” She stared up at him as a tremble rolled through her. Darren put his hand on her face and sort of started fixing her hair. Then, with a turn of her head, Jeanie vomited absolutely everywhere.

“Lovely. Just fucking lovely,” Nidge said. “Typical Americans.”

Darren held Jeanie by the arms and bent to look her in the eye. “Alright, sweetheart? Nidge and Tommy and I have t’ take care of this. Why don't ye call Laura or Ewan, and have them come get the pair of ye. Siobhan too? Get her cleaned up and get some sleep. Crash at my gaff, ok?”

Jeanie was numb. Catatonic almost as Darren and Tommy formed a circle. Their heads literally together as they attempted a plan.

Jeanie straightened her back and made her way to Siobhan who held herself tightly. Like she was trying to fade into the background. She put her arms around the young woman who started with a jump but relaxed into Jeanie. The gun finally out of her hands and on the desk beside them.

“Here's what we're gonna do, ok? Do you want me to call Trish or Mary? You aren't gonna clean yourself or even pee. We're gonna take you to hospital. They'll clean you up and take samples. Then we can get you some tea and a warm shower and a nice bed. Dazz has a nice bed. Then I'll get Layton, and bring him to you. That sound good?”

Siobhan nodded softly in agreement, but her uncle wasn't having it. He shoved Darren and Tommy aside to bellow at the two women huddled in the corner together. His finger pointed in Jeanie’s face.

“She’s not gonna do a goddamn thing you say. You're gonna sit right here while Uncle Nidge and the boys clean up this bitch’s mess.”

There was not a single thought that went through Jeanie's head. Was this how Darren's brain was wired to live this lifestyle? Just react and pay for it later while you're trying to live until the next job.

But she was done, she knew that much. Done being left behind. Treated like she was the good little obedient housewife. Having men tell her what she can and can't do. Shut up, sit still and be a good girl. But open your legs. It was being done that caused her to hold the gun up again and point the barrel to Nidge's forehead.

“Darren doesn't work for you anymore, Nigel. Tommy, you can stay here or you can take care of your wife. No one owes him any loyalty.”

“Come on, I didn't mean bitch. We just have to fix it. Then you and Treacy can do whatever.”

Jeanie cocked the gun again until it clicked, “No. You can call Elmo or Fran. Can't call Aido can you? Seeing as you got him shot. Dazz gave you a lung, the love of his life, his sister and his fucking mind. He's not giving you or this bullshit anything else.”

“Red-”

Jeanie swung the gun on Darren without thinking. He flinched and ducked, But she kept her wits about her. She aimed the gun at Nidge once more.

“Dazz, take your shoes off,” she instructed.

“What?”

“You're standing in this cunt’s blood. Take your trainers off and leave them. Socks too, and stand behind me. Then text Ewan and tell him to meet us here with a car. We're going to your flat, then my hotel to pack our bags after we shower and set these clothes on fire. Then we are getting all of our money, our passports and our IDs. Say goodbye to Mary and the girls, and we are going away. Tibet. Phuket. Bali. I don't give a fuck, but we’re flying first class.”

Darren complied. Jeanie couldn't believe it. They shared a look. She couldn't tell if it was relief or the devil in his blazing green eyes, but she was emboldened by it as she bent to take off her own boots. Her focus on Nidge never faltered.

“Ewan said he'll be here in ten or so. Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

“I'm not above shooting this bastard in the head for you, Dazz. I'm not saying we are settling down and having babies and happily ever after or some shit. I'm saying I don't want you to die. If we have to run half way around the world to make that happen..” Jeanie's body started to quiver. The adrenaline was running out. “First I need a Bloody Mary and some French Toast.”

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Jeanie exhaled for the first time in nearly 24 hours. The exhaustion finally set in as she laid back in the ridiculous bed chair thing from“upper class.” She and Darren were beyond first class, they were elite now. Even if it was only for the twelve hours it took to get to Thailand.

She could see his far too short hair sticking out on the other side of the wall. She knew at one point he would sneak in to be with her if only for a little while. Jeanie made him look a bit nicer than his typical trainers and hoodies and denim. She was in a sundress herself. They both knew dressing up was not fitting in. Neither felt they fit in here.

“You good, Dazz?”

“I t’ink so. Still trying t’figure out how we went from shagging in coat rooms and back rooms and toilets to watching an IRA boss,” Darren raised his eyes, “to being on this plane. We have forty.. Enough money to live, maybe years where we're going.”

“You couldn't keep living that life, Darren. Nidge was off his fucking rocker, and everyone around him is gonna pay for it.”

“Rosie would've never done this, you know that right?” He looked plaintively over at Jeanie as she climbed up onto her knees.

“Her loss is my gain though. I know you love me, but I'm not sure about my own feelings. I do care about you alot. I'm probably a danger junkie, so we could end up bored of each other without the fear of being caught or you not having any jobs. Or you could wear colors and learn to meditate, and I'll get a pet monkey and cut all my hair off.”

“Don't ye dare!” Darren laughed. “I'll become a Buddhist, just don't cut that hair.” He twisted his fingers up in it before reaching up to kiss her sweetly. Just a hint of his tongue.

“Fine,” Jeanie rolled her eyes. “But I still want a monkey. We should get some sleep.”

They kissed one last time before she laid back down and closed her eyes. Jeanie knew Darren would be on his side when he would begin to dream. His hand tucked under his cheek and head, mouth slightly agape. She pictured it in her head as she drifted off herself.

“How DID we get here?” she thought before dreaming herself of a game that started in sex but ended in murder.

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