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Okay, Here the next chapter for Present. It starts with a flash back. Not too much happens, basically I was thinking this idea up on Halloween and decided to put it in. Not too much tying up either, sorry.

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Trick or Treat

Chapter 11

Wyatt figured that he had just handed out the treat for the night. It was about 10:30 and even the older kids had dwindled down to stragglers. Placing the candy bowl down on the steps he walked out and sat down next to the pumpkins. Chris’ was a piece of art. Wyatt was always amazed at how talented his younger brother was. His brother was all dexterity and slight of hand. He was brute strength and sword play. The witch’s face Chris had carved had details that Wyatt loved. From the wars on her eyes to the smirk that she knew what this night really meant was perfect. His own pumpkin had two eyes that didn’t quite match and an unintended smirk that gave Chris the giggles.

Wyatt picked it up and laughed. They had had there fun. Chris was upstairs tired from staying up too late last night and running around town buying candy. They really needed to be better organized next year. The house looked good but the kids would have egged it when they discovered Wyatt had forgotten to add candy to the grocery list. He had assumed that Chris would pick it up and Chris assumed Wyatt did. Leaning over Wyatt blew out the flickering light. Setting it down he blew out Chris’ and got up. He’d take care of them tomorrow. Tonight he needed to get out of this damn costume and go to bed. Chris would have made it nice a warm by now.

Wyatt hugged the dark robe to himself as he walked back in the house and let his magic close the door. Wyatt stood at the bottom of the stair trying to figure out what was harder, orbing upstairs or walking? He didn’t want to shimmer. Chris still didn’t like it. He really didn’t want to freak his cherub out. Wyatt rubbed his face and saw his hands covered in white paint. Damn, Chris had done up his face to be an evil demonic overlord and he just ruined it. Well it was the end of the night but still. Now he had face paint on his hands. He closed his eyes and sensed Chris in their room. The cherub wouldn’t freak if he didn’t see it.

“I felt it.” Wyatt jumped as he faded back into reality. Chris was really annoying sometimes.

“Deal. I want to get cleaned up.” Wyatt turned the water on and grabbed a cloth. The make up washed mostly away, leaving him slightly pale and the lines of his face more pronounced. Wyatt snorted at the aged image. That would never be allowed. He scrubbed harder and left his face feeling slightly raw. Shaking his head he walked calmly towards their room. Glancing in he saw that Chris was still in his costume on the floor going over the extra chocolate bars that they had left over.

Wyatt had picked it out when he was in Paris. The small wings fit Chris’ frame and the halo wasn’t even tacky. Chris’ legs showed and so did most of his … well most of him. The costume was made mostly up of white ribbons that were wrapped around Chris’ arms, legs and midsection. Patches of cloth that was supposed to be something like a toga covered what only Wyatt was allowed to see. Chris’ dark hair looked ruffled as he concentrated on the sorting and cataloging of his stash.

“I thought you were tired and went to sleep.”

“And leave all this candy out.” Turning to his brother Chris noted with tiredness that the robe fit Wyatt perfectly. Like he belonged in it. The dark hood was pulled back to show off the wavy blond hair that still held some dried fake blood in it. “You’d probably start to give out the bags of them to the kids.”

Wyatt smiled and chuckled at his cherub. He knew that Chris hated the fact that he couldn’t go trick or treating anymore. Some times growing up sucked. But still Chris had bought too much. He could have given each kid five candy bars and still had some left over for them to snack on. Wyatt’s stomach gave a jolt. He had probably eaten about twenty while handing them out. Looking down at the deceptive sweets he wondered how many Chris had eaten. Wyatt shook his head and walked over to the bed. Flopping down he heard the soft crunch of wrappers. Sitting up he looked in wonder to only find two.

“My god, you didn’t eat a whole beg already. What have you done with my Chris?” Wyatt stared at the glaring cherub with mock horror. His little brother was showing a lot of self control. Flopping back down with his hands on either side of his head Wyatt turned his head and saw the empty bag in the garbage can and got pounced on. Chris was giggling in delight for the move. Wyatt felt his own mouth start to move and mimic his brother. Snuggling his head into Wyatt’s chest Chris let out a content sigh and closed his eyes. Wrapping his arms around Chris Wyatt could smell gel that his brother used mixed with sweat. Part of him wondered if it tasted as sweet as it teased.

“Chris, that bag had over seventy Oh Henry bars in it. Please tell me you didn’t eat them all.” Wyatt watched the top of Chris’ head for some sign that he hadn’t. All he felt was Chris giggling against his chest and sending vibrations through his sore muscles. “Chris you’re going to make yourself sick, again. Tomorrow if you eat that many again I’ll have to get rid of them or hide them.” Chris just snuggled deeper into Wyatt and happily looked up at his older, not so wise, brother. The only thing that chocolate ever gave him was a hyper rush. And he so needed to work off the energy.

Chris’ teeth caught Wyatt’s chin without warning. They scraped lightly over the soft skin and stubble. No matter how recently Wyatt shaved it seemed that he always had it. Chris released the chin and sat up kneeling on either side of Wyatt’s chest. Innocently he studied his tyrant of a brother who dared to cut off his sugar supply. Wyatt would pay dearly for it.

Smiling still Chris took Wyatt’s hands in his own and brought them up and kissed their palms. His brother’s eyes were dropping at the enjoyment of the offered touches. Chris wanted soft. Wyatt was more then willing to give him soft.

Through half closed eye lids Wyatt watched al Chris laid his hands back down n front of them both and reached over to his own arm and start to undo one of the many ribbons that covered him. Chris looked down and picked up Wyatt’s arms again. Taking the ribbon and wrapping it loosely around Wyatt’s wrists Chris could feel that Wyatt was enjoying the softness mixed with the kink. Chris glanced nervously back up at his brother. Wyatt smiled down at him and hoped that it would nudge him on. So far when they played it was always Chris who was tied up. If his little brother wanted to try something new it was alright with him. Especially since Chris was just so cute and innocent in those wings.

Chris bit his bottom lip and nervously tied the knot in the ribbon. The tightness came fully and Wyatt’s hands were bound. He tested them and was sure if he needed to he could rip out of them without magic if they got attacked. Hungrily Wyatt watched Chris remove the “shirt” part of the costume and fold it into a long bandage style. Chris’ movements were slow as he leaned forward and brought the gag to Wyatt’s face. Obediently Wyatt opened his mouth and lifted his head to let Chris tie it.

When Wyatt relaxed his neck and could feel the knots, the binding, and Chris’ growing erection, he closed his eyes to relish in it. Wyatt closed his eyes as Chris began giving him soft kisses and licks over his neck and move the robe so it was open in the front. Underneath he wore nothing but his skin. Wyatt tilted his head to give Chris better access and could have stayed like this forever. But them something sank into his mind. Something that Wyatt knew he should remember. He had treated to get rid of Chris’ candy.

He was half of a moment too late. The delicate fingers that so expertly could carve a pumpkin were attacking his ribs with soft yet firm short strokes and Wyatt couldn’t even beg for mercy. His eyes opened to see Chris fully grinning at the sight of his proud, powerful and oh so ticklish brother reduced him to what he was normally reduced to. Wyatt tried to wiggle out of the ribbons on his wrists but found that the little cherub was holding him down with more then just ribbons.

Wyatt could feel Chris’ telekinetics keeping those sharp pieces of fabric in place. He couldn’t concentrate on his own magic with Chris moving like he was on top of him. He was being tickle tortured. Chris’ cheeks were round and red from giggling in delight as his brother squirmed and laughed through the gag. Finally after a few more moments Chris’ fingers stilled and Wyatt was trying to regain his breath.

Glaring at the cherub Wyatt tried to tell Chris of. The angel tilted his head, halo and all, and raised an eyebrow in question. “Wyatt, are you trying to say something? I can barely hear you.” Smiling again, “Oh I know you want me to tickle you again like you do to me? Okay then, I’ll tickle you.” Wyatt’s muffled nos were lost to his evil and sadistic brother.

After a few more bouts Chris stopped and slid down a bit. Wyatt was still pinned and panting. Softly Chris kissed his brother’s bottom ribs, knowing that they hurt after laughing so much. Moving lower he concentrated his kisses and licks on Wyatt cock. Wyatt eyes rolled back as he felt Chris’ telekinetics ease off his wrists. Wyatt had two choices stay like this and risk getting tortured again or…get revenge.

He was a revenge guy at heart. ppinpping the ribbon Wyatt flipped Chris and him over causing himself to slip from that warm mouth and be assaulted by the cool bedroom air on his moist dick. Wyatt used his body to pin Chris down while he ripped the gag from his mouth.

“Wyatt good move.” And with kitteny eyes added the cherub. “Let me up now?” Chris bit the side of his bottom lip and quickly added “I’ll give you a blowjob.”

Wyatt glare was gone. How could one glare at their lover when they offered you a blowjob? Wyatt didn’t know how. So quietly and slowly they both moved up till Wyatt was sitting on the edge of the bed and Chris was sliding off. Once on his knees Chris scooted as close to Wyatt as he could and reached out with one hand. Wyatt watched with glee as he saw Chris’ other hand start to fondle himself. Wyatt watched as his dick disappeared between those warm glittered lips again and the soft hair that curled around Chris’ ears brushed over his legs.

Wyatt tried to focus, to memorize every detail. The halo, the wings, the dark head moving forward and pulling back, the sounds that Chris made when he was getting closer. Wyatt gently took hold of Chris head and started to guild it. He wanted to fuck his brother’s mouth but didn’t want to hurt him. This was also too enjoyable to rush. Chris scooted closer and his wings brushed Wyatt’s legs.

He heard Chris’ moan as he found a nice spot on himself and lost contact with reality. Chris came back to Wyatt still moving his head back and forth trying to go deeper. Chris relaxed his throat and Wyatt slid down. Wyatt cupped the back of Chris’ head and leaned forward. The small pushed barely moved either of them but it was wonderful to feel. Chris was gagging a little but Wyatt only felt the tightening of his throat as pleasure not as a warning. His wings started to shake as he tried to wiggle away from his brother.

Wyatt felt Chris hand on his leg trying to push away. He only held on tighter and moved one of his hands to Chris’ jaw. He didn’t want Chris to accidentally bite him. Chris’ fist hit Wyatt’s knee as he felt his world start to recede. He needed air. His brother was going to choke him to death with his dick. While trying to move away from Wyatt Chris felt his own dick spasm. There was to be no denying for him that he didn’t find this erotic but he still needed to breathe.

Wyatt kept shoving himself deeper and deeper until all that held Chris’ head up was his hands. Chris’ eyes had slid shut to the world out side of his brain and even that was partly shut off. Wyatt groaned as fondled Chris hair and knocked the halo half off his head. His wings were still now except from the fluttering of their feathers against Wyatt’s thighs. When he finally came and released the soft hair he held on to, Chris delicately slipped out of his grasp and landed silently on the floor. Wyatt’s dick was still spurting and it landed on his wings and halo. Staining them beyond repair. Panting Wyatt looked down at his cherub. He was stained and dirty and was silently begging to be taken again and again with his gently closed eyes and his still glittering lips

Gently Wyatt picked up his tied cherub and laid him back on the bed. He watched as Chris’ chest quietly rose and fell in an even motion. Smiling Wyatt turned form the room to the hall. He needed to get a wash cloth for them both. While passing the stairs Wyatt’s world titled. He heard some of his proximity alarms go of and lost his balance. Wyatt could barely make out the stairs as his eyes closed and his arms went out to break the fall that would surly break his neck.

Wyatt felt the fall and the floor before he should have. A damn alarm was going off somewhere in the manor load enough to warn the fire department. When Wyatt sat up half awake he grabbed at his clock. It was a blinking 2:30am. The stupid clock. Wyatt slapped the snooze button and sat with his back to the bed. Rationally he knew it was his fault somehow. He had set it while half asleep. But still this was mean of fate to do.

Wyatt leaned his head back against the covers. His missed his Chris. HIS CHRIS! Not Bianca’s, not Mikes, not Leo’s or Piper’s or anyone else! HIS! Wyatt let his temper die as he felt the claws of sleep draw closer. He didn’t want to try to get back into bed. It was too lonely for that. He stayed like that for about 9 and half minutes longer when the creature came back top life.

Wyatt tossed the damn thing into the air and re-caught it. Slamming it on the ground he punched the plastic button marked SNOOZE three times before he registered that his hand hurt. Pouting at his first Wyatt’s anger returned full force. He wanted to sleep! HE wanted to destroy this enemy if it was the last thing he did. A quick energy ball wasn’t the way to do it either. No, he had to send a message to all of them. He needed to make an example.

Ripping it’s cord out of the wall as he stood up Wyatt stomped out of his bedroom. Kicking the alter room door open he moved in and slammed his adversary down on one of the many tables.

Wyatt frantically searched to room for just the right weapon to use. Acid? No not right. Hammer? No too messy. Ah there it was. Wyatt smiled as he picked up his weapon of choice and turned back to his foe. He was lucky. He had taken his eyes off it and it hadn’t escaped. Wyatt smiled as he brought the weapon high above his head. It gleamed in the pale moon light. With a battle cry he brought Excalibur down and sliced the alarm clack in half.

The sword slid easily through the electronics and embedded itself in the floor. Wyatt smiled triumphantly at the dead rebel. Quickly his eyes started to look for its supporters. Cell phones, home phones, his laptop, and where were the beepers?

A tiny paw patted his leg and brought Wyatt’s attention back to reality. Looking down he watched as Chris’ cat batted at his leg for attention. Wyatt couldn’t understand why the thing wanted to be near him. Usually it hid under the bed until Wyatt was gone and came out and ate one of his plants. “Meow?” Did it just try to talk to him?

Wyatt shook his head and turned back to his sword and alarm clock. Closing his eyes he realized just how stupid, not even foolish, just plain stupid he had been to use Excalibur to vanquish an everyday alarm clock. “Meow?” The thing was still wanting his attention.
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“What? You master isn’t here. He left. Probably without even petting you so that’s why you’re bugging me now.”

“Meow”

“The servants fed you. Go back to sleep.”

“Meow.”

“What do you want you ball of fluff?”

“Meow.”

All of Wyatt’s confused looks and questions were answered with the same happy nod of the tiny cat’s gray head and happy voice. Finally Wyatt reached down and picked the tiny creature up.

He knew and said mater of factly “I could squish you.” His glare was lost on the cat who only reached forward with his head and gently licked the tip of Wyatt’s nose. Frowning at the cat Wyatt cuddled it to his chest. The cat rewarded him with purring and Wyatt mechanically walked out of the alter room back to bed. Wyatt knew this was definitely Chris’ cat. It acted like him.

Closing the door and dropping the cat gently on the covers he watched at the tiny creature curled up on Chris’ pillows and fell asleep. Wyatt turned back to the door and casted a spell. Determined he went back over to the bed and crawled under the covers.

He had had it.

He was ruler of the fucken world.

He was sleeping in.

-tbc

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