His Heart
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Category:
1 through F › Charmed
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
10,305
Reviews:
47
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Charmed, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
His Heart
This is my first fic so be warned.
I don’t own Charmed or the characters.
Warning this is slash and incest. Wyatt rules the world at this point and enjoying the freedom of it but can’t have what he really wants. Please Review or I won’t know how bad or good it is.
Soft lips pressed against his as Wyatt pinned his lover’s hands above their heads. A tongue joined the mix as the impatient one tried to make his desires knows.
Of course Wyatt knew what the squirming brunette wanted. There was a reason he nicknamed him Impatient One. It was all he evas. as. The blond could feel the lover trying to escape, their lusts pressing into each other. He wants his arms free to play. No, Wyatt was not allowing this to happen so fast. His lover might like a quick tumble but this is ridiculous. He could have had quick tumbles all week, now they had time. Now they could make love. Tainted maybe, but still love. The body beneath him stopped squirming and sighed.
“Your not going to give in, are you?” Green eyes peered up at him indecently. A slight pout appearing on his bottom lip was starting to make Wyatt reconsider his path. He knew what that mouth wanted to do, what it could do and how fast it would do it.
A quickie was always fun, short but repeated usually. But Wyatt wanted tonight to be special. He didn’t want the youth beneath him to remember anything about this night except now, this bed, their bodies. He wanted tonight to be the night that he bound his lover to him. That he made hcreacream and whimper and moan and …’ah hell where did that mouth go?’
The slighter male had used to distraction that Wyatt had created in himself to slip from his grip and move down. Telekinetically he pushed the blond over onto his back.
“Why do you want torture me? I know you like what I do to you and I like it too.” The younger man’s purrs seemed so innocent of a plea.
“It’s not torture it’s… “ He couldn’t finish the words. If he did and his lover didn’t feel quite the same way then the other could escape in a breath. Instead Wyatt relaxed into the moment, enjoying the soft touches that the vixen was creating.
His lover took the pause as a sign of approval and slid his mouth over the other’s hardened sex. All thought started to flee Wyas ths the darker one started moving up and down his shaft. He saw one hand move up to his sac and felt it start to message the weight there. The other hand moved down to the other shaft and start to take care of it’s own body. Some might find this too erotic but Wyatt wanted to to be his hands that brought the Imp to exhaustion.
Wyatt’s fingers tangled into the shorter hair. He really wished sometimes that the other would let it grow out more so he could get a better grip. He was so close. The suction started to be almost painful and the movement faster, which meant the other was close too.
*Beep*
His eyes started to roll back as his body tensed.
*Beep*
*Beep*
He tried to ignore the sound that was interrupting this bliss as his love was but…
*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beep*
Wyatt rolled forcibly over in his bed and slammed an energy ball into the annoying little machine he called his alarm clock. Panting he looked down and was disappointed not ee tee two mischief filled green eyes smiling up at him.
‘A dream.’ Wyatt slowly started breathing normally. ‘A stupid dream!’
Moving his legs he could feel his seeds between his thighs. He hated dreams like that. They make you think that you had everything you want and then your stupid alarm clock ruins it.
Three days since he saw those eyes again. Three days since Bianca died. She had been the love of his little brother’s life. He hated her. He enjoyed watching her die. He even healed her to make it last longer but in the end she was gone. But still he was jealous of her. She had what he wanted, Chris’ heart.
-End
I don’t own Charmed or the characters.
Warning this is slash and incest. Wyatt rules the world at this point and enjoying the freedom of it but can’t have what he really wants. Please Review or I won’t know how bad or good it is.
Soft lips pressed against his as Wyatt pinned his lover’s hands above their heads. A tongue joined the mix as the impatient one tried to make his desires knows.
Of course Wyatt knew what the squirming brunette wanted. There was a reason he nicknamed him Impatient One. It was all he evas. as. The blond could feel the lover trying to escape, their lusts pressing into each other. He wants his arms free to play. No, Wyatt was not allowing this to happen so fast. His lover might like a quick tumble but this is ridiculous. He could have had quick tumbles all week, now they had time. Now they could make love. Tainted maybe, but still love. The body beneath him stopped squirming and sighed.
“Your not going to give in, are you?” Green eyes peered up at him indecently. A slight pout appearing on his bottom lip was starting to make Wyatt reconsider his path. He knew what that mouth wanted to do, what it could do and how fast it would do it.
A quickie was always fun, short but repeated usually. But Wyatt wanted tonight to be special. He didn’t want the youth beneath him to remember anything about this night except now, this bed, their bodies. He wanted tonight to be the night that he bound his lover to him. That he made hcreacream and whimper and moan and …’ah hell where did that mouth go?’
The slighter male had used to distraction that Wyatt had created in himself to slip from his grip and move down. Telekinetically he pushed the blond over onto his back.
“Why do you want torture me? I know you like what I do to you and I like it too.” The younger man’s purrs seemed so innocent of a plea.
“It’s not torture it’s… “ He couldn’t finish the words. If he did and his lover didn’t feel quite the same way then the other could escape in a breath. Instead Wyatt relaxed into the moment, enjoying the soft touches that the vixen was creating.
His lover took the pause as a sign of approval and slid his mouth over the other’s hardened sex. All thought started to flee Wyas ths the darker one started moving up and down his shaft. He saw one hand move up to his sac and felt it start to message the weight there. The other hand moved down to the other shaft and start to take care of it’s own body. Some might find this too erotic but Wyatt wanted to to be his hands that brought the Imp to exhaustion.
Wyatt’s fingers tangled into the shorter hair. He really wished sometimes that the other would let it grow out more so he could get a better grip. He was so close. The suction started to be almost painful and the movement faster, which meant the other was close too.
*Beep*
His eyes started to roll back as his body tensed.
*Beep*
*Beep*
He tried to ignore the sound that was interrupting this bliss as his love was but…
*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beep*
Wyatt rolled forcibly over in his bed and slammed an energy ball into the annoying little machine he called his alarm clock. Panting he looked down and was disappointed not ee tee two mischief filled green eyes smiling up at him.
‘A dream.’ Wyatt slowly started breathing normally. ‘A stupid dream!’
Moving his legs he could feel his seeds between his thighs. He hated dreams like that. They make you think that you had everything you want and then your stupid alarm clock ruins it.
Three days since he saw those eyes again. Three days since Bianca died. She had been the love of his little brother’s life. He hated her. He enjoyed watching her die. He even healed her to make it last longer but in the end she was gone. But still he was jealous of her. She had what he wanted, Chris’ heart.
-End