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Hey sorry about the delays in updating. I no longer have direct internet access so I have to type these up and then hook up my computer to my parent’s connection. This will cause delays but I will be using the time to proof read them more and add more detail. Not really much plot in this chapter just Wyatt with a chained up Chris. Enjoy.

Chapter 10

Chris’ body shook as Wyatt hit him again on the back. Wyatt’s fist left a large bluish bruise on Chris tanned skin. Wyatt would hit him with his fist and then move down to stroke him into relaxation. He would bring Chris to the brink and hit him again to bring him back down. Chris’ back was a patchwork of colors and tenderness. His mind couldn’t focus on a spell to get his powers back with the pain, fear, and alcohol induced fuzziness. Wyatt finally released his wrists and Chris tumbled down into the blankets.

They were both freezing in the cool room. Wyatt watched Chris as he messaged his own shoulder from the strain of holding the cherub’s arms up for so long. Chris still hadn’t cum. Wyatt liked making him wait until he decided that Chris had earned it. “Please…” Wyatt shushed his little brother with a kiss and pulled him so Chris’ head rested on his lap.

Leaning against the headboard and playing with Chris’ dark hair. He liked the new length. He wanted to stay like this for hours and play with his cherub’s hair. He wanted to trust his little cherub when he said he was sorry. He wanted to tell him that all was well and that they could go to bed. But the past was showing that that wouldn’t be. If Wyatt did then Chris would just find a way back to the time before his own birth and die. Or worse screw himself and family over by never being born. Wyatt closed his eyes and calmed his breathing. He could ask Chris again. He could ask Chris about the spell that he casted on himself and get it off. He could have his kitten back. But Wyatt knew Chris would say he’s sorry and then go behind Wyatt’s back and attack him.

Wyatt had told him simply to stay out of harm’s way. He had told Chris to not screw with time. He had expected his little brother to maybe stay near by and watch over their family. Chris desperately missed their mother. Or for Chris to find some beautiful creature to take it up with and make Wyatt jealous. But Chris had looked Wyatt in the eye and lied. He had taken the offering of comfort and spit in Wyatt’s face. Worse then that, at least then Wyatt would know that Chris was betraying him. If he could just get rid of Chris’ spell.

“Cherub, do you remember when I was mad at you?” Wyatt felt Chris tense at the memories. Wyatt was thinking about when he had tied Chris up and forgot about him all morning. He contemplated doing it. Just leaving Chris to fend for himself from whoever walked in the room. All tussled up and ready, prepared even, to be taken. Wyatt felt his cock become harder at the thoughts of Chris trying to escape a demon trying to fuck him.

But Chris belonged to him only. He could tie him up still. Leave him to shiver in the lonely room until he was done with all of his work. Chris would go insane. Wyatt smiled while stroking Chris’ arm. Chris needed contact. He thrived by it. To be alone was a hell that Wyatt could inflict. He could even make it so Chris wouldn’t be able to play with himself.

He had work to do and his submissive little cherub was asking for it. “Do you truly want my forgiveness cherub?” Chris only snuggled into Wyatt lap, exciting every part of him as he could. His lips brushed over Wyatt’s cock and all Wyatt could see was sparks. He hadn’t been in that mouth in so long. He wanted to. But he was in control. Not Chris! His kitten was trying to take control from him. He wanted to play his way and Wyatt was not about to let him off without answering him. “Chris, stop it!” His tone caused his younger brother to pull back ever so slightly. Wyatt could see how tense his body went. He was ready to bolt if Wyatt made the wrong move.

“I want an answer. I am willing to wait for one.” Chris pulled off of his lap and sat with his back to Wyatt. He could see his smaller brother’s slumped shoulders and shivering arms. Wyatt wanted to hold him and keep him warm. He almost could forget that Chris didn’t have the innocents that he used to possess. “Chris,” He had to be patient. “Chris, tell me the spell you casted on yourself.” Chris’ body seemed to shrink into himself even more.

“Wyatt,” It was too soft for Wyatt to be happy. He knew that Chris wasn’t going to tell him and scooted forward and turned his cherub’s head towards him. Leaning down he kiss the defiant mouth that refused them both peace. He would have to control Chris more directly now. He couldn’t trust him.

Releasing Chris Wyatt stood and went over to the dresser. He pulled out some chains and cuffs. He came back to the bed and dropped the chains near Chris. Pulling up the comforter around Chris body he took one of his wrists in his larger hand. Chris was as delicate as always. “You haven’t even noticed the new bed have you?” ris ris glanced up and saw that their normal four posts were replace with a dark cast iron canopy style. There were no curtains on the rails but a few scuff marks that could have been caused by chains. His eyes narrowed for a moment before rationalizing that Wyatt hadn’t done anything that he hadn’t done first caused them to drop.

Wyatt smiled gently at the though of Chris jealous. He pulled Chris wrist to the cuff and snapped it on. Getting up again he attached the chain to one of the bars that were once meant for curtains. He repeated it with the other and shortened them both so Chris was forced to kneel high. Wyatt had a full view of Chris’ body. He looked crucified with his head bowed in shame.

Wyatt picked up his new collar. It wasn’t leather this time. Cold iron that Chris would have a problem destroying even with all of his powers. There was no padding to keep the coldness from Chris’ neck but the edges had been rounded to prevent them from slicing Chris throat open. He locked it on. Taking another chain he attached it to the front loop and ran it down to the footboard. He snapped it onto the railings and checked the tightness. He still would have to adjust it after he finished with the other. The other attached to the back loop and the headboard. He adjusted both until Chris couldn’t move his neck a millimeter in any direction.

Wyatt pulled the blankets form Chris’ body as punishment and walked into the attached bathroom. Chris could hear the shower start and a few minutes later saw Wyatt come out dripping wet with a dark blue towel hugging his waist. “I have work to do. Since your going to act like a stubborn ungrateful child I’ll treat you like one. I’ll be back in a few hours or so. Oh and Chris,” Wyatt moved back up to him a secured a gag in place. “Don’t trying anything. It would only get me madder and then I’d have to beat a friend of yours in to a bloody pulp again.” Wyatt finished getting dressed and shimmered out. Leaving Chris kneeling on the bed. Bound for anyone to see.

Wyatt never thought it would be this hard to focus on work. All though the meeting he could see Chris tied up to their bed and shivering. He could barely focus lightly on the reports from the demon about the rebellion and tried to look interested in their plans to eradicate the threat. But when his mind kept thinking about how ready Chris’ body was going to be. It was hellish for him. He had meant to torture his kitten not himself!

He had even devised a way of tormenting Chris more. While some warlock went over a revision that he thinks should be done to the mortal laws. A witch was objecting to it. Saying something about it being too ambiguous about when they can be killed. He could torment his kitten with licks. He hadn’t checked Chris over for any scars yet. The warlock was getting mad when a nymph agreed with the witch. Something about it almost sounds like the warlock wants to extend some magical creatures into that new category. A nice tasty way to bring Chris back to him.

Wyatt flicked his hand out and burned the paper the warlock held to ashes. The witch smiled along with over half the table. “The categories are fine as they are. Anything else?” The faster he got out of this meeting the faster he could get back to the shivering wingless angel. When no one spoke up he shimmered out. Not directly to Chris. Wyatt knew he should still make him wait longer. And he needed to pick up a treat for them both first.

Chris couldn’t feel his fingers anymore. The cuffs were not like the normal handcuffs that Wyatt was fond of. These were shackles. They were placed to high for him to be able to do anything but hang from them. They cut into his wrists enough to slow the blood. Another reason for it maybe was the fact that his blood wasn’t trying to go in that direction. He couldn’t help it. Tied up and waiting for Wyatt. He knew that his brother was going to fuck him good. He hadn’t had sex in so long. Not real, earth shaking, giving totally into the other, sex.

Wyatt shimmered quietly right behind Chris. He had Chris’ treat in a bowl and his own in his right hand. Wyatt reached over and rubbed his left hand over the goose bumps that covered Chris shoulders. “Miss me?” He only gained a whimper form his younger brother. Wyatt dropped his treat back in the bowl and got up.

The room was cold enough now for him to see his breath. He wanted to torment not torture. He watched Chris though lowered lashes as he went over to the thermostat and turned the heat on. He was more then happy to see that Chris wasn’t blue everywhere. The warmth spread immediately and Wyatt saw some of Chris’ muscles relax and his shakes to completely die down. Moving back over to sit in front of his cherub he lifted Chris’ chin to face him.

Dark bangs still covered his eyes but Wyatt loved the aura it gave Chris with the ball gag in his mouth. He leaned over and licked the tear tracks form Chris’ face. He trailed his tongue over closed emerald eyes that quivered when he pulled back. Wyatt heard the chain creek form Chris trying to lean forward to keep contact. Wyatt’s smile was of a predator. Chris belonged to him. He ghosted breaths over Chris’ nose and cheeks. Then tasted them again. He moved down to his chin. Wyatt’s tongue didn’t miss an inch and he memorized the feel of his brother’s jaw bone.

He tilted Chris’ head back to get under his chin. His cheek grazed past the collar around Chris’ neck denying his access to it. Wyatt trailed his lips over the cool metal and over Chris’ pulse. He licked and lapped at the jugular, exciting it. His hands came up Chris’ sides slowly. Fingers sprayed out, messaging his ribs that Wyatt could feel too easily. He teased his young brother with touches that went too slow for both of their moods. Chris’ body was rocking towards Wyatt’s wanting more. Wyatt glanced up at Chris’ down tilted face. His eyes were closed in ecstasy and teeth clamped down in a silent scream for more.

Reluctantly Wyatt moved back and removed his hands from Chris. The young kitten mewed for more. Wyatt’s cock was plainly telling him to get back in there and finish both of them. He had to fight to keep enough of his blood in his brain to think about torment.

Sliding off the bed he could see Chris watching him from his place. He was panting and sweating and cursing Wyatt under his breath. It almost sounded like Chris was singing. A light chant, one that might find him release or eternal damnation. Wyatt smiled and stripped off his shirt. Tossing it to the floor and for once not caring if he tripped over it later. He slid his pants down and made his way back over to the bed.

Pushing the bowl over and picking back up his treat he sat about two feet behind his cherub. The treat was softer and some of it had melted. Wyatt watched for a moment as Chris tried to turn his head but was unable to do much with the chains and collar in place. Wyatt took his treat and caused Chris’ back to arch when he ran the popsicle down between his shoulder blades. As soon as he saw the drops start to run down the sacrifice’s back Wyatt moved forward and ran his tongue over the cold skin to catch them. He loved the taste of cherries and Chris.

Wyatt stayed there for a few more moments warming the skin before going to the next spot with his treat. The pinkish juices dribbled down Chris’ back, following the lines created by bones and months of not being healed properly. Wyatt frowned at the thought for Chris being hurt. He had been in a time where white lighters ran ramped. Hell he was right beside their…their father who Chris was still afraid of. Wyatt gave up tormenting him for a second to kiss one of the scars. He didn’t have the power to heal these wounds. They had already set and would mar his perfect skin for the rest of eternity.

Wyatt moved under Chris’ chains so he could run the treat over one of Chris’ nipples. He leaned over and caught it in his mouth. His desire to bite was as huge as he was but this wasn’t the time. He licked and sucked his true treat until it was raw. Wyatt ran his free hand down Chris body and held on to support himself. He felt Chris’ hip and moved over to his cock.

Wyatt crawled around under Chris’ arms and chains until he was in front of Chris with Chris dick not five inches from his mouth. Wyatt carefully brought his treat down to the head and had to grab onto Chris’ hips to stop him from trying to move back. The whimpering that Chris let out through his gag as Wyatt ran it down the slit around the head and to his sac was exotic. Wyatt leaned down and licked off the drops. Cherries and Chris. Sweet and salt. Wyatt flicked his tongue over the entire length until he was certain all the juices were removed.

He let some of the newer juices tricking out of Chris to slide down his chin. Wyatt stood and reached behind Chris. While picking up the bowl and placing it on the night stand he reached over and undid the chain tethering Chris to the head board. It dropped on the bed with a jingle and Chris relaxed forward slightly. He could move his neck more freely and tilted it to work out some cramps. Wyatt watched for a moment before climbing onto the bed and running his hand down Chris spin to his ass.

Cupping the round masses in both, he messaged them until he felt Chris relax a little more. Wyatt scooted forward an inch. He didn’t want to find Chris lose. He wanted his cherub to still be pure in some ways. He scooted closer. Wyatt’s mouth and lips worked their way over his shoulders and partly exposed neck. One of his hands stopped messaging and slid between the globes. Finding Chris’ entrance was like finding his own dick. He just knew where it was.

Pushing his middle finger past the tight ring Wyatt was excited to find that Chris was as tight as always. Wyatt was the only one he’d let back there. Wyatt pushes his finger in further and pulled back out. He wasn’t being nice and he knew it. Chris might be a submissive masochist but there were some lines that Wyatt would never try to cross.

He orbed the oil to his hand and dripped so down Chris’ crack. He moved his fingers back to his opening and worked it into the tightened ring. He dropped some more onto his hand and pushed in three finger suddenly. Not even bothering to stretch more. He heard Chris yelp at the pain and moan for more at the same time. Wyatt pumped his fingers in and out as he oiled his own cock up. He scooted even closer so he was at Chris’ entrance.

Wyatt removed his fingers fro a spit second before his dick was inside of Chris. This was better then doing his though another any day. He buried himself to the hilt and wrapped his arms around to keep his cherub tightly against his chest. He pulled out slowly and left his head still in before pushing back in at the same speed. Keeping them both in the moment as long as possible. He wouldn’t give Chris the release he so wanted and needed. He pulled back out as slowly as his own protesting body would allow him and pushed back in. Chris was whimpering and trying to push back. The chain around his neck and wrists stopped most and Wyatt moved his hands down to hold his hips in place to keep his torture up.

He could hear Chris whimpering and crying again. He could see the jerks his body made when Wyatt would slowly slide over every pleasure spot his younger brother had. Holding Chris’ hips he slid back down to meet Chris body and rested his neck against the collar. The coolness grounded him for a moment and he thrusted sharply up, going even deeper then before. Wyatt knew he had to be careful. If he pushed to hard against Chris the chains and cuffs could hurt him badly. He didn’t want to find out for himself how easily the cherub’s joints came out.

Wyatt relaxed back and slid back out fully. He sat on his knees and studies Chris body from his angle. His muscles were still strong just more used now. He was probably getting more practice with his fighting now that he was able to actually fight. Wyatt planned to lock Chris up for the next twenty years to keep him here. Wyatt stood back up on his knees and forced his way in. The body arched for him and welcomed the intrusion. He could hear the load moan Chris made though the gag and could see Chris pulling at the chains, wanting more.

Wyatt stayed still and enjoyed the heat. His hands slipped forward off of Chris hips towards his neglected dick. Wyatt’s hands still had oil on them and Wyatt began working it into Chris’ skin. He rolled the flesh between both palms and kept it a slow and agonizing pace. Chris was trembling at the need. Wyatt pulled out a little and slid back in. He kept it as slow as before but only going out a few inches before driving slowly back in. He moved his hands at the same pace ignoring the pleas for mercy.

Wyatt felt his brain start to shut down and his body start to coil up on it’s own. He kept the slow pace until he felt Chris’ body start to tense. He began driving as deep as he could go. Keeping the thrusts slow just more forceful. He could see the sweat glistening off both of their bodies. Maybe turning up the heat wasn’t the best idea in the first place?

He felt Chris spurt his seed in his hands and came inside of Chris tight ass. Wyatt quickly blasted the chains connecting Chris’ arms to the bed and they both slumped forward. Wyatt pulled out slowly and carefully. After blasting the chain holding Chris to the footboard Wyatt gently moved Chris up do they could both rest against one another with their heads on the pillows.

Wyatt pulled the chain that was attached to the headboard still and securely clipped it to Chris’ collar. Sliding in next to Chris’ warm body he had no plans on waking up alone.

Wyatt felt the pillow beside him was empty. All night he had been waking up to Chris’ slightest movements. He wasn’t used to sleeping with Chris anymore. His little brother moved a lot while dreaming. After a while he had just started laying there and pretending to sleep asis sis shifted from one reality to the next within his mind. The new sound was what woke him.

The drawer of his night stand always creaked a bit when opened no matter how carefully you did it. Wyatt watched through his lashes as Chris quietlokedoked for something to use. As gently as he could, Wyatt slipped his hand over to the chain still attached to his brother’s collar. When he had a firm grip on it he yanked Chris back onto the bed and into his arms. “Now Chris I thought we had come to an understanding. What were you looking for?” He tried to keep his tone even as Chris adverted his eyes down to avoid Wyatt gaze.

“Chris, even of you got the collar off you still would have to get out of this room. Trust me, you don’t want to try to get through my wards. It would hurt a lot.” When Chris stayed silent Wyatt shifted them both so they were facing each other while sitting up. “Chris, tell me the spell. I will make it all better. I promise. Just tell me.”

“Fuck you.” The pain and tears in Chris voice stopped Wyatt from hitting him.

“You did. Last night. That’s not going to happen again until you’re better. Until you’re innocent again.”

Chris head shot up. Wyatt never thought he would see someone in chains look so dangerous. Chris eyes had changed so much, no longer soft green that pleased for mercy. “What when you’ve stripped every part of me away that you don’t like? Why stop there, Wyatt? Why not just reduce me to a pet like you already are with this chain?”

“I am not trying to reduce you to anything Chris. I just want you to be happy and safe and you’re not like this.” Wyatt’s patients were wearing thin.

“I was happy.” Wyatt watched as Chris broke every part of his heart. “I was happy with Mike and Bianca. You know, oriental witch, new dye job every other week. You had him tortured to death.” Tears were streaming down Chris’ face. He flinched back when Wyatt tried to hold him closer and protect him from the pain. “I was happy when you weren’t evil.” Wyatt opened his mouth to protest and was cut off by Chris kissing h He He opened his mouth as Chris’ tongue slipped in and took his breath.

As quickly as he had kissed Chris pulled back. “You miss what was. So do I. You’ve changed so much I don’t even know if there is any of my brother or lover left in there. I can’t deny that I want you. My body probably always will, but I don’t love you. Not anymore.”

“Chris…”

“I need to go have a shower. I can’t attached to the bed. Please.” Wyatt reached over and undid the collar. Chris’ neck was red and raw underneath. Chris got up and left Wyatt sitting on the bed.

A few minutes later Chris was slipping on a comfortable shirt. “It’s pink.”

“It’s salmon.” Chris didn’t understand why Wyatt hated this shirt of his. He liked it. It was worn in and fit perfectly. It had faded a little but was still in good condition. “And I like it.”

“Chris you have over a hundred other shirts that don’t make you look so, so girly and wimpy then that one. Hell you have dresses that don’t make you look so wimpy. Why can’t you change it?” Wyatt couldn’t understand why he was hating that shirt right now. He chalked it up to his mood and finished getting dressed as well. He had moved all of Chris’ things back into their room. Chris would love him again. It would just take time to either remind Chris of why he loved him or to learn the spell Chris had used to block him.

“Because you hate it.”

“Don’t start.” Wyatt was getting annoyed already at his little cherub. He wanted Chris to realize how much they needed each other. When Chris was finished getting dress he walked out from the bedroom and made a bee line for his playroom. Wyatt watched as he closed the door, locking Wyatt out of his world.

Wyatt walked out and unlocked the alter room. He had had it! Flipping through the book he found the truth spell. Taking a piece of paper and altering the spell he casted it. Wyatt turned from the book and matched over to Chris’ door and kicked it open. Inside one of Chris’ tapes was playing of his piano but without a listener.

Chris formed back in the ally way where the portal was. He could only hope that it was still here. Wyatt almost always forgot that Chris’ Elder powers were harder to bind then a white lighter’s. He could still orb and sense. Everything else would have to wait until he could figure out what to do.

Wyatt shimmered into the end of the ally way where he felt Chris. He saw his little brother the moment after he saw him. Chris flung himself through the portal praying it would take him some where safe.

-tbc
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