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Author looks around and sees that the gremlin has decided to let him post this and then sleep. With a sigh of relief he finishes saving the file just created today and doesn’t see the small green figure hanging form the light. With a battle cry the gremlin jumps on his back and beats him off the chair and into hiding under his desk.

Hi, I’m Stephen’s Gremlin. The one who beats him into writing, and occasionally grammar checking and spelling. I am here to say that he will be writing more and more often. He just needed to get it flowing again and the Halloween chapter helped a lot. SO on with smut that he will *glares threatenly down at the huddled and shaking figure under the desk * be updating more often.

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Chapter 12

Chris’ whole being ached. After Jurassic Park, he had to out run too many different era’s of humans while worrying that the next portal was taking him back to Wyatt. Finally he was home. Finally he could do what he wanted again. So he orbed in to check on the girls and lil’ Wyatt. He looked over and saw Excalibur sitting in it’ stone in the attic. Going over to it and running his fingers over the hilt he was hit with a premonition of Wyatt holding him and kissing away his fears.

When he had stepped back he turned to see Phoebe standing there calmly and watching him. Almost like she was expecting him to pull the sword free. He had jumped about two feet and orbed to the neutral plane and back. He hated not being able to feel people. He hated being startled. Phoebe just stood there with a shocked smirk on her face to being able to startle the ‘future-boy’. “You know what it is?” He smile eased and so did his shoulders.

“Yah it’s Excalibur. Wyatt’s sword.” Phoebe seemed a little stunned at Chris’ complete knowledge of it. She looked like she wanted to tell him. To let him know there were some things that he didn’t know. She watched quietly as he turned back to the newest addition to their magical arsenal. “It’s really powerful and he’ll use it to dlot lot of good.” He could give her that. She would tell Piper and make her happy.

“What type of good?” When he turned his head back to her she knew the words that would fall before he formed them and held up her hand in a silent plea to be sparred the frustrating and inhumanity. Seeing his aunt looking so defeated by words he couldn’t suppress his giggles. She looked right down like a five year old.

Phoebe watched as Chris laughed joining with him after only a moment’s pause. It was rather funny. Of course he would know about Excalibur if he knew Wyatt. And of course he wasn’t able to tell them anything. Taking a breath Phoebe turned and headed for the door. “I’m getting ready to watch a movie. Wanna join me?” He did. Phoebe could tell. She didn’t need powers to see the tired lines around his eyes or the way he was still jumpy. Something had happened and he wasn’t telling anyone about it. Phoebe wanted to know. The movie might draw some things out. At least it would allow him to breath for a moment.

She watched with sadness as the white lighter closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. When he reopened them the laughter that she had heard was stripped from his being and he politely declined the offer. “Need to use the book.”

“Don’t kill your self with work, Chris. It’s not worth it.”

“Can’t, already dead.” Phoebe stopped her decent and turned quietly back to her white lighter. Something about his voice sounded defeated. Maybe he had died protecting something and it still died. Maybe..maybe…maybe she was just driving herself nuts. Chris wasn’t about to budge on the info field so she could guess and guess until she was red or blue ion the face. She couldn’t remember how that expression went.

Smiling sadly she tiptoed the rest of the way down stairs. When she reached the landing she remembered why she had gone up there in the first place. Hevie.vie. It was up there with their sulking white lighter. Phoebe really didn’t want to bug him when he was tired. So she decided to tip toe as quietly, and growing up with two sisters she knew how to really well, back up to the attic. When she was at the door she peeked in out out moving the old creakidy door.

Through the slit she saw that Chris was still standing in front of Excalibur with his arms folded thinking. She didn’t want to startle him again so she stayed there waiting for him to turned around. She watched quietly as Chris ran his fingers over the hilt again. Like he knew what it was capable of. She was barely able to slap her hand over her mouth as Chris ‘ hand gripped the sword and pulled it free from the stone. She watched as Chris caressed the blade with his free hand and turned the sword to point towards the ground. He brought the hilt to his face and kissed the handle. She heard him say something in another language and the sword grow. It was probably supposed to do that because she saw him smile lightly and put it back exactly as it had been. He then orbbed out of the house back to where ever he went to do more research.

Phoebe raced downstairs with a thousand theories flying through her head. Was he Wyatt? Was he related? No he wasn’t Wyatt. Wyatt had blond hair and blue eyes. Maybe he had lied about when he came back from. Maybe he was Wyatt’s son? That could be asonason for him being able to pull the sword. He could be Piper’s grand son. He did have Halliwell worthy cheek bones. Phoebe sat down on the couch and pulled her pop corn onto her lap. Maybe she would meet him later. Why would Wyatt name his son Chris? Was he named after someone kne knew? Phoebe’s mind had set and now it was all she could do to keep her glee inside. Chris was her …grand nephew? She really didn’t know if that’s what you called it. But he was hers.

She wondered if anyone else in the family in his time knew he was gay. The blond and him seemed so much in love. She wondered how he felt being separated from him. She wondered what his name was.

Glancing at the table she saw one of Chris’ lists. He seemed to have hundreds of them. Picking it up she smiled with evil source-ish glee. So she still smiled like that when evil thoughts entered her brain. It wasn’t really her fault was it? Placing the pop corn back on the end table she delicately took the paper between her fingers. Closing her eyes she began to relax and try to force a premonition. It was always hard. One had to relax and concentrate at the same time.

He mind tilted as she saw Chris dancing with an oriental man. Another lover? She watched them grind on the dance floor and realized it was inside of P3. Chris was wearing gothic clothes and seemed so carefree with his eyes closed and his lips seeking out his partner’s. The other’s hands were roaming all over and inside of Chris’ jacket. She watched as some demon shimmered in behind Chris. Phoebe’s mind screamed to Chris to warn him.

Chris orbbed to his aunt as fast as he could. His empathy was still bound but his sensing wasn’t. It seemed to finally be up and running with Phoebe’s scream of terror. When he formed Phoebe jumped up and hugged him. He landed hard on the chair with his aunt in his lap. She was crying.

Chris couldn’t understand what happened. One minute she was going to watch a movie and the next…

He shushed her as she cried and rubbed her back to comfort her. Slowly she calmed down and pulled back to see him.

Phoebe couldn’t believe her eyes for a moment. Of Chris’ head held chocolate instead of emerald eyes then she would have no question that he was related to Piper. The look was completely hers. The concern couldn’t be faked, especially to an empath.

“You were dancing…a demon attacked…you were with a boyfriend…you didn’t see it…” He could barely follow her train of thoughts as hiccups interrupted every other word. Het dit did what his mother or brother would do for him. He held her and shushed her until she tired herself out and fell asleep.
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Phoebe walked quietly downstairs. She had woken up in her bed at about 5:30 in the morning and immediately called Chris. She was grated by a jingle that defiantly was a basic fuck you and a very tired and half asleep angel forming in her room. Once she was sure he was alright she guided him into her bed and covered him up. He had mumbled something and then took no time in falling back asleep. Phoebe had spent the past hour watching him. She only left because she was afraid her stomach was going to wake him up.

Quietly walking down the steps she saw Piper was already up and cooking. “Hey why is the little sleepy head up so early? Did Wyatt wake you with his crying this morning?” Phoebe tried to think if that was what woke her. Yes, but she knew that he had been alright and she needed to check on Chris.

“Yah but I needed to get up. I wanted to check on Chris.”

Piper’s look changed from sorry to concern. “Is he alright? Did something happen?”

“Probably and he seems fine but well…” Phoebe didn’t want to say it. If Piper knew then it might stop Chris from being born. You could r4eally screw up someone’s life by trying to alter it. So maybe a half truth? “I had a premonition about Chris last night.” Piper looked went straight from amusement for her sister using her powers to spy on their white lighter to worry as the implication of Phoebe’s caution around the subject sank in. “I saw him dancing with another gut and then a demon shimmered in behind him.” Closing her eyes Phoebe hoped Piper wouldn’t question too much into it. She knew she sucked at lying.

“Was it his past or his future? I mean…did it already happen to him?”

“I don’t know. I called him this morning to ask him but well…” Phoebe glanced up to the ceiling. Piper picked up Wyatt and quietly made her way upstairs. Opening Phoebe’s door she saw the cutest sight. Men were just adorable when they slept. All the toughness was gone and Chris looked like the angel he was supposed to. Turning back around and walking downstairs Piper considered her white lighter. He really should rest a little more. Even from the door way she could see the dark circles under his eyes.

When she was back in the kitchen she regarded her sister. “What else?”

Shifting uncomfortably in her seat Phoebe started again. “Well the guy he was dancing with wasn’t the blond…” Piper raised an eyebrow at her little sister and felt her face fall when she heard a very male clearing of a throat.

Phoebe spun around and fell off her chair crashing on the hard floor. Walking over to her Chris offered his hand to help her get back up. Scowling slightly at the smirk he wore Phoebe took it. “you know it’s times like this that I wish you could heal.”

Ruefully smiling back at her, Chris took the bait and gave some of his own. “Well it wouldn’t make as difference.” He smiled more pod person like and said one syllable at a time. “It was caused by non magical means and therefore should not be healed by magical means. It is against the rules.” Phoebe scowled at the little hypocrite and Piper out right laughed.

“Well fine but I can still ask you who the oriental guy was.” Immediately she regretted it as sadness washed over her from Chris. It was enough to break through the blocking potion for a moment and then was gone. She watched the glee dissapear from his eyes and starred at the dark green that was as cold as his attitude was more of the time. She had done that to him.

“His name was Mike.” Phoebe couldn’t believe he was telling her something. Maybe he needed to talk. Maybe that could help him. Maybe that could save him.

“Was he your boyfriend?”

“Yah he was but not anymore. He died.” Chris seemed to be so small. His words were so low Piper had to strain to hear them from where she was standing. She dare not move though. Anything would probably send Chris flying from them, and he was so close to opening up.

Slowly Phoebe asked her next question. It might bring some of the light back to his eyes. She could only hope. “And the blond?”

“A mistake.” His determined voice faded as he orbbed away from them. Paige walked in to see her two sisters starring at a stop that was unoccupied with Phoebe was almost crying.

Looking form one sister to another Paige silently decided that if she wanted to know anything that happened in this house she was going to have to wake up really, really early.

Chris orbbed down to the underworld. The place he was headed wasn’t really somewhere where you orbbed to but the dark lighter that he was looking for had seen he had that power before and just thought it was stolen. Once he formed he saw that dark skinned man lower his bow and regard who he thought was a low level demon. “Hey I need a favor.” Chris still couldn’t muster anymore emotion in his voice then what it would take to order fries.

The dark lighter chuckled at him. Chris tried to remember his name, Damon, Dominic, yah Dominic. “Why should I? What’s in it for me?” Dominic let his eyes openly roam over Chris’ body. He meat him at the bar and wanted the boy upon first sight. After his ass was sorely kicked for trying to take advantage of a less drunk then he had expected Chris, he had asked him out. Chris had shook his head and said he was painting his nails.

“I think you’ll like the favor enough to just do it.”

Dominic watched the small boy. He like kids like him, even demonic ones. His large build let him completely cover them when in bed., He felt the power of being the most physically strong on in the act. He was intrigued by the child’s statement and goateed him on. “So what do you want me to do for you?”

Looking at the floor Chris hated himself for this. He needed it though. He needed to forget Wyatt, if only for a moment. “I need you to own me.”

Dominic licked his lips. He wanted to. He got to. Someg hag had happened and this small demon needed to erase something from his body and he was going to let him do it. Hopping up from his seat Dominic strutted over to Chris. He took Chris’ head in his hands and kissed him with all his strength. Splitting Chris lip while raving his mouth. He continued to lap up the blood as Chris whimpered for him.

He felt his pants get tighter and tighter and he raised his athame behind Chris back. A quick stroke down and the t-shirt the boy was wearing was free from his back. Without releasing his lips Dominic roughly pulled the gray fabric from Chris’ body. Leaving him to shiver in the dampness of the cave. Slowly he trailed the blade down Chris’ back to the top of his pants and under the waist band. The blade left a trickle of blood not even enough to scry with. The jeans came off Chris in the same fashion as the shirt. Both laid wrecked on the sandy floor.

Dominic’s dark mouth was finding it’s way down Chris’ neck and to his nipples. Once he realized he was leaning over quite a bit he stood back up and lifted the small pale man in his arms and tossed him on the bed across the room. Chris’ head hit the wall and he saw stars for a moment before Dominic was back on top of him. The dark lighter was pulling off his own clothes while attacking Chris’ body with teeth and nails. Chris body protested to the treatment especially after his trek though the portal but another part of him was getting so hard because of it.

He was gasping and was snapped into the now when Dominic’s larger hand slapped him across the face. “You’ll look at me while I fuck you. Got it!” Anger and control seeped from the large demon as he slid down and lifted Chris’ legs. Chris could only dumbly nod as the demon positioned himself at Chris’ unprepared entrance. All of a sudden Chris was afraid. Leo had healed him before they parted. He had no lube and he was as tight as he ever was. He tried to struggle away from Dominic but the dark lighter had other things in mind.

With a sudden thrust Chris felt like he was being split in two. His world became pain as his sobs were choking themselves out of his throat. Another slap brought his tear filled eyes back to the thing inside of him. It had been a stupid mistake coming here. He had no powers that he could use to defend himself with if the situation got bad and it had gotten bad. Dominic pulled out till only the head of his cock was inside of Chris and then pushed back in with a grunt. Taking Chris’ legs and draping them half way over his left arm he almost folded the boy in half as he leaned over him and started to thrust and grunt and thrust.

The whimpers that Chris were making were music to any demon. The pain was there in every part of his and Dominic could taste it. The boy was facing a bit to the left as his body jerked back and forth form the thrusts. Dominic gambled on one of his arms being able to hold himself up and reached over with his right hand and wrapped his skilled fingers around his toy’s cock. He watched with sadistic glee as Chris shuttered and gasped as he was torn form one world to the next and brought back. His body couldn’t decide on what it was going to do so his eyes just cried.
Dominic watched as tears streamed down from the beautiful emerald eyes and were lost in either dark chocolate hair or the yellowing sheets that covered his bed. Chris didn’t break eye contact with the dark gray that held his. Doing so would earn him another slap or worse and he didn’t like being slapped. Dominic smiled down at the boy. Eh could take a lot. And was still hard! He wanted him again and again and again.

Dominic moved his hand from Chris dick and slapped him again. He felt the boy getting close and he was not allowed to cum until after he did. A few more hits and the face was bruising. He licked the tear tracks and felt the frail eyes slip closed. Another slap and his hand was back on Chris’ cock. Stroking and gripping and molding his climax into what he wanted it to be for the pale demon.

One final blood coated thrust and Dominic came inside of Chris. He watched as Chris’ eyes clenched shut at the feel of the salty liquid inside of so many tears. Two more strokes for his fist and he watched Chris cum for him. The boy was arching into his touch and fell back to the bed. Gasping for breath Dominic pulled out of the small boy. Tired eyes turned to content gray as Chris spoke. “Thank you.” And he orbbed out.

-tbc…
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