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* Both the gremlin and author pouts at site* What happened to my Toy? I can’t even find the reviews. I like my reviews. They feed my gremlin. Now he’s sad and is crying in his closet clutching his blanky. (He took the closet over last week with the strength he got from the reviews.) If anyone sees it anywhere else can they email me. Oh and if anyone sees anything wrong with any of the stories please tell me. I’ll fix it as soon as I can but the site seems to be still going through stuff and so I don’t want to bug Ayla or anyone else. They must have their hands full. Unfortunately I will be starting to post my stories also on Fanfiction Now, as soon as I get an account. I love AFF.net but maybe it’s just too big for it’s own good with only one person running it. I love this site dearly. I want it to survive but I don’t have the money to help out and just want my stories to be somewhere where they can be read. So I’m trying to get an account there to provide a posting place for when this site goes offline now and again.

My other account is http://www.fanfictionnow.com/authors.php?no=26 and only has the first chapter of His heart up right now. Later this week I will be posting my other stories up there for when this site goes on the blinky again.

On to other things…looks at Dominique’s review, looks at Dominic’s name. Am sorry if I offended you. I was trying to come up with a name and it just popped in. I probably did get it from you. I was reading my reviews while writing the chapter I just didn’t realize it till you mentioned it. So it’s really your fault that his name was Dominic. Because you always review me I remember your name. (Question: Would you mind being the one to teach Chris a lesson?) Oh and one more thing. Once you asked me if I was a guy or girl, how about you? Or anyone else for that matter. What gender reads my stories more? You can leave it in the reviews or email me at grumpy_writer@yahoo.com.

Also thank you for reviewing I thought no one liked the rough sex that rough and that’s why I heard from no one. If you don’t like something please do say. I can take contrastive criticism, just not like “you suck” and that’s it.

Wow, I’ve got up to 13 chapters and had six stories. I never thought I would post more then the first chapter of His heart.

Chapter 13

Chris sank to his knees in the shower. The warm water washed away the dirt, sweat, grime and semen form the underworld. He was back inside of P3. The shower had started out hot as hell and slowly had died down. Chris knew he was luckily that the bar was closed tonight due to some building code violations that Piper was going to kill her repair man over. She wouldn’t want to hear that they ran out of hot water because of Chris.

Slowly he worked his legs out from beneath him. The blood had stopped over an hour ago and Chris was a bit scared. He had never been hurt and not healed. Always growing up, Wyatt was no more then two feet away from him, holding his hand and helping him up. Making him feel better with a warm golden glow. Now he was hurt, alone and wanted to cry. He had thought that Dominic would make him forget his brother’s touches but it only made the longing worse.

Chris remembered that rarely did he ever feel truly afraid. Always he knew that Wyatt would look after him. Even enraged Wyatt had proven that he would heal Chris and make him feel better in all ways. Reaching up he shut off the water. He forced himself to stand, get out of the small stall and reach his bed. The sheets were still in the basket and his night pants were still folded on top. Gently Chris lifted them up and sat down to pull them on. His body protested again at the movement but he kept on task. He needed to get dressed. Once on Chris let his body collapse on the rough couch. He didn’t bother to reach for the blankets or the sheets or even the pillow laying on the ground. He just let his eyes slide shut and felt sleep take hold. Maybe it would be kind and never release him.

Okay Piper didn’t like being known as the worry wart. She didn’t like the fact that everyone, including Darryl, called her the mommy of the group. Come to think about it the only one who didn’t ever call he mommy was Chris. But she hadn’t seen the neurotic white lighter all day and he wasn’t answering her calls. And Phoebe had just freaked her out yesterday morning that she needed to see the white lighter okay. Finally after calling for another hour she gave in and called Leo. Forming he smiled at her and waited.

“Have you seen Chris?” Leo’s brow folded in to show his worry and suspicion. If Piper couldn’t find him…

“I tried to call he isn’t answering. I would go over to P3 but I’m supposed to be meeting my banker in twenty minutes. Can you make sure he’s okay? Phoebe said something about him getting attacked in a vision, and well it already happened to him before he came here, and well…well when he left he was upset and I …I am a worry wart. I worry about everyone so go find him and orb back here fast so I can go see my banker and know he’s okay.” Leo had to smile at Piper. He loved her when her voice got annoyed. When she knew she couldn’t deny something but wanted to.

“I’ll check on him. He’s probably… I hope he’s not with anyone getting himself into trouble, like a paternity lawsuit, but this is Chris. Maybe he’s trying to give you space. I mean did you sound distressed?”

“Will you just go?”

Smiling again at his exasperated wife, no, ex-wife, Leo orbed to P3. He would check there and then try to sense for the annoying one. Turning around and walking from the bar he noticed Chris’ door was closed. Leo didn’t want to have to orb to the other side. Chris usually kept the door locked even when inside. Out of habit Leo tried the knob and his face changed to worry when it easily gave way and opened. Chris never left it unlocked.

When he fully opened it he saw Chris sleeping on the couch and half let out her breath only to have the other half catch in his throat. Chris’ body was naked from the waist up and was covered in bruises. On his face alone were two on each cheek, a violent purple and he could see some dried blood on his forehead. Rushing over to him he heard Chris breath was shallow and he felt chilled to the touch. Immediately Leo raised his hand over the broken body distressed to feel the injuries healing from other places. He never wanted anyone, not even someone like Chris, to ever get those type of injuries. His powers flowed over the body and Leo released the rest of the breath as Chris started to wake up. Quickly Leo grabbed the blanket from the pile in the basket and wrapped it around Chris’ shaking body. P3 was cold tonight without the heat from all the lights and the dancers. Looking around the room as Chris slowly sat up and sleepily rubbed his eyes, Leo saw the blood on the floor and the torn clothes Chris had clearly thrown in the trash.

“Hey Leo, what’s up?”

Leo turned from the evidence and starred at the boy. Even after all he went through Chris was trying to play ignorance and boredom. Leo wanted to hit him and tell him to stop playing around but if he did Chris would just react bad and Leo knew it really wasn’t the best way to start this conversation. “How do you feel?” He just needed to know Chris was alright physically before he started to ask him questions that might drain them both mentally.

Shrugging and getting up Chris started to look for some clothes to put on. He found his jeans and a pair of his boxers. Wrapping the blanket around his waist Chris slipped off the flannel pants and slid into his cotton boxers, then his blue jeans. “I feel fine. Thanks.” Once he dropped the blanket back on the couch he went over to the shelf where he kept his shirts. Pulling a black on over his head he turned from Leo. “Anything else?”

Leo wanted to throttle him. Why did it always have to be a fight with him?

“I’m not fighting you. God why do you have to be so over dramatic?” Leo startled back a bit. Chris still wasn’t facing him but…Did he hear him? “Of course I can hear you “ Turning to the Elder, “You asked me a question.” Did I? “Yah you just…” Chris trailed off when he realized that Leo’s mouth still hadn’t moved. That had never happened before.

Leo watched with concern as an expression formed on Chris’ deceptive face. It wasn’t one of his masks that he used. It was a scared kid. One who didn’t understand what was going on but wanted to run because deep down that was what was built into you to do. Run away from fear. “Has this ever happened before?”

Leo waited but Chris wasn’t paying attention to him anymore he seemed to be trying to think of as way out of it. “Chris!” The white lighter jumped and orbed at the same time reforming a couple of moments alter like Paige used to do. Quickly Leo’s anger at being ignored fade remembering the blood on the floor and Chris condition when he entered. Maybe this was foreign to Chris. Maybe this wasn’t something that he had planned or anything.

“Okay Chris. Let’s not worry about this power right now. Let’s just worry about you.” Chris looked confused at him and shrugged.

“What’s there to worry about?”

Leo was going to kill him! “You were attacked!” How could someone ignore the fact that five minutes ago they were half dead?

Chris heard the question but stayed silent. He didn’t smile like he would have normally at the development of a new power. And oh, a witch power, when all of his others were still gone. Maybe he could cast still. “Look Leo I’m fine. I just did something I shouldn’t have and paid the price. By the way,” Chris started to look for his shoes. “Could you not tell the girls about this?” He sat down to pull the runner on his foot and noticed it’s mate half under the couch. “Piper and the others would just freak and they don’t need the stress.”

“Chris you were attacked. You were raped. I know what I healed. Did a demon do it?” Leo watched as Chris reach for his runner and still. A demon had done it. Calming again, “Chris, let me help. What demon did it? I can help. I am here to help.”

Chris head snapped up and Leo saw the mask slide into place again. “I don’t need your help Leo. I am fine. I can take care of myself and shouldn’t you be off Blessed being something.” Chris face changed into something crueler. “Oh wait, let me guess, Piper called you down and you came in a flash thinking that maybe she was going to beg you again to stay with her?” Leo crossed his arms against his chest. He knew this was Chris last line of defense. Turn him into an enemy. Something that Chris clearly knew how to deal with. “Why don’t you go back up to your cloud and sit on your ass like you always do and forget about it. Okay?” With that Chris orbed out.

Closing his eyes and contemplating Lop orbed back to the manor to a very anxious Piper. “He’s fine, he says.” Piper watched her pissed off husband, no, ex-husband with sorry eyes. She hadn’t meant to start a fight between those two. She just wanted to see if he was alright.

“Leo I’m…”

“He’s not fine.” Piper looked at her tired friend. “Something happened but he won’t say anything. He completely ignores the fact that he was hurt and worse the only defense he has is to piss me off. He purposely tried to get me angry with him. It’s like he doesn’t know how to deal with people who don’t hate him.”

Phoebe walked in to see her ex-brother in law ranting. “Is he okay?”

Leo turned to her and sighed. “No, he won’t talk either.”

“Where is he?” Phoebe’s voice was low and concerned and unlike Piper was not allowing him to rant.

“I don’t know. I healed him then him and we were talking. And he has some power that let him read my thoughts. God knows where that came from. Then he orbed out to god knows where and is probably getting into god knows what trouble and god damn it!” Leo kicked the island. The dishes and pots inside rattled and Leo was glad he wasn’t hopping right now. His foot hurt but he didn’t think he had broken anything.

“I thought Elders weren’t supposed to swear?”

Leaning on the island for support while lifting his one leg Leo looked at the witch. “When Chris is involved you try and help it.”

“Okay.” Piper seemed to regain control. “What is this power you were talking about?”

“I don’t know I though a question in my head and he answered it. I might be an extension of sensing. Some white lighters are more powerful then others and sometimes show slight telepathy with other white lighters but they usually have a bond of some kind. Something strong.”

Piper was trying to think and Phoebe finally offered. “Maybe in the future you trained him. You said that an Elder called Gideon help you. Taught you. Maybe you teach Chris? I mean it could be why you two bump heads so much right now. I mean, people constantly change so the Leo he knew would be very different from you now so maybe he doesn’t like that? I’m grasping here, please help.”

Piper took pity on her younger sibling. “Phoebe, were all grasping when it comes to Chris and we will continue to grasp until he tell and he doesn’t seem about to. But I know that the Neurotic One will not come back until he thinks it’s safe so we just have to give him time and hope he doesn’t get himself killed.” Off of Leo’s face, “Or worse.”

For a few more days Piper and Phoebe had rarely seen hide or hair of Chris. They were beginning to wonder when they were talking at P3 and saw his come in through the front doors. “Hey wanna join us for a drink?”

“No I have to work on the next demon-striation.” With that they watched his go back to the office. Piper shook her head and got up. Something really had to be done.

Chris moved through the door and clicked in the light. Sitting there was his princess. His Bianca. His life, his joy. One of only a few who understood what he went through in life to become who he was. “Bianca.” Her name spoken out load only made her more real. But like the forbidden secret she was to him her name had to be whispered or else something could take it away.

He had spoken to loud. The next thing he felt was her powers driving into his and the burning of the last of his being stripped. Not just bound, taken away like life itself. Sensing dimmed as did his newest telepathy. It weakened and blinked out as he was forced against the locker in pain. She had never hurt him before. He knew what she was capable of. He had always known. He had fooled himself into thinking that she wouldn’t do this to him too. That she would be someone who wouldn’t end up hurting him.

Piper walked into seeing her white lighter being attacked and flicked her hands out blowing the demon chick into itty bitty demon chunks. Stupid demon.

“Chris, are you alright?” Piper walked slowly over to him knowing that Chris would still be jumpy after an attack.

“Yah I’m fine.”

“Who was she?”

“No clue.” He hated to lie to her but had too. He knew that not far away Bianca would be reforming and coming back to finish Wyatt’s work.

Chris thought about her the entire night. He hadn’t slept a wink as he waited for her to come back and finish him off. She should have. But maybe she knew that Chris would be waiting with a potion. She was the professional in this game. The only thing Chris ever did at a professional level was blow Wyatt. Shaking his head he finally laid back down after making his bed. He needed to sleep and knew if she attacked he didn’t stand any better of a chance awake with is powers gone and the poison coursing through his body then asleep and at least in less pain.

Morning came and Chris could barely move. The burn on his chest looked infected as yellowish puss came off it and the skin looked cooked and ready to fall off. Chris was afraid to touch it for fear that the flesh would peel off and he would start to bleed. He really hated to bleed especially when he knew there was nothing he or anyone else could do about it.

Moreover he was afraid of why he was still alive. By all rights she should have came and finished him. But here he was still in the existence and worse yet still dying. God he wanted to go cry to his mother and hide behind her and his aunts while they vanquished the threat like he did when he was five.

He wanted to know. Forming in the park Chris felt his already weakened powers startle. He landed not too gently on the bench that he had proposed to her on and waited. He didn’t wait long as she stepped out form behind a statue who still held her head.

“Why? Why did you turn back?”

Bianca seemed to be in thought for a moment before looking Chris straight in the eyes. “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re dying and that not what I was sent here to do. Chris he said that if you come back he won’t, ewhat?” She was getting annoyed now. Chris realized he was grinning life a fool and laughing at a woman who could rip him limb from limb.

“I was just thinking about how we used to dance. Under the lights, We could just be people.” Chris face turned to tears. “Is this your vengence on me?”

“What?” she had no idea what the insane, poisoned, far-from-home, pacifist was talking about.

“Is this what I get from you for killing Mike?”

Tears flooded to Bianca’s eyes as she realized what he thought. How could she blame him for it? She knew it was Wyatt who had him killed. Chris wasn’t…shaking her head she straightened her shoulder and replaced her mask. “It won’t work Chris. I’m not like you. Emotions don’t rule me. I am going to save you and then we’re going home. Now please Chris, don’t make this any harder then it already is.”

Looking into her eyes Chris knew he couldn’t fight her. She was stronger. Wyatt was right about strength. The strongest survive. But he knew stronger ones who might, just might protect him. And if not he could use Excalibur and go down at least trying to fight. He barely saw the hallway in the manor when night took him away.

Chris felt safe. He felt like someone was protecting him and whispering soothing words to him. He could almost imagine it was his father. Leo had done little with him growing up except when he got hurt. Leo would clutch him fiercely and heal him and not let go. After mom would convince Leo to calm down and it was back to being ignored. Chris remembered a couple of times he got hurt on purpose. He fell off his bike or toppled himself down the stairs. When Wyatt found out he was mad as hell and threatened to tell mom if he kept it up. So Chris had stopped. Wyatt had teased him until Leo’s death about nearly getting hit by a car because he was pulling Chris away from the street.

Chris felt the presence leave and another protector come. She was stronger and loved him. Soothing his pain away with the washing of his powers. She took the confusion that he couldn’t come up from for air and breathed new life into him while taking his old.

Opening his eyes he saw Bianca. She really didn’t look worse for wear so that meant she got around the Charmed ones and didn’t bother to go thru them. “Why don’t you just finish me here?”

“Chris for the last time I am not here to hurt you. If I take you back then we both get a chance at a nice, happy life. If I don’t then he said he’s going to have to start sending you another message and that means dead.”

“We can’t get back. The portal only goes backwards in time. One way.” Bianca picked up apiece of chalk and started drawing his symbol. If Chris wasn’t with her the spell wouldn’t work. Even with is powers offline he would be the energy source. Wyatt had wrote the spell to make sure of that. It would tire out Chris and prevent her from coming back without him. Like she would even think about that. She was a survivor. It was built into her. Like Chris’ need to help other. They were born what they were. Her, an assassin, him, an Elder.

Chris tried to focus on what was going on around him but when he thought back it was all a blur. One moment Bianca was ready to start the spell the next his mother was there. He tried his best to put up a front so she wouldn’t worry. So she wouldn’t get involved. Bianca’s athame was at her throat. Chris talked her down. His mother tried to freeze them , at least him so Bianca would have a harder time carrying him. He told what he could and watched Phoebe’s face come to some conclusion. Then something popped into his head. Wisdom was always better then brute strength. “I guess Leo’s going to have to fix the floorboard without me.” Please , please be wise mommy.

Warm. Warm and safe. Warm safe and comfy. Chris lazily opened his eyes to a familiar ceiling. He groggily turned his head too see the four high rising posts and the bars that connected them. Shifting he noticed that one he had no chains on him and two Wyatt didn’t need to put any there. His finger felt like they were fifty pounds each. His arms just weren’t moving and his eyelids hurt just from opening them. Chris gave back in and closed them. He had expected to be in a cell. Or at least chained up. But it seemed Wyatt didn’t think he was in any condition to try and escape without any powers.

Chris finally convinced his body to roll over and grab more of the blanket. He was alone for now and at least he was comfortable. But Chris knew he could be more. Long ago Wyatt had accused him of something. He had denied it from the start , but he knew deep down he was a blanket thief. And there was no one here to whine about their feet being cold so...

Wyatt watched as Chris woke up enough to wrap the blanket, no cocoon the blanket around him. HE had thought about what to do since him and Bianca came through the portal and Chris passed out. He could chain him to the bed for a year but Wyatt figured that would only give him a very cold bed to sleep in. He could do many things but each scenario just ended with Chris hissing at him at best and down right hating him at…current. Wyatt knew something had to be done. He had tried everything. Ever time he and Chris had sex it just kept making things worse. It didn’t start out this messed up but he knew it had became so tangled up in itself and so …it didn’t start out this way.

Wyatt tilted his head and watched Chris. When they first had been together and discovering each other Wyatt had felt different. So did Chris. It was natural. They were both new in the relationship. And each time they had sex…no then they made love. Tainted beyond words but boil it down and it was still love. Could Chris truly believe that Wyatt didn’t love him? Ever thing was pointing to it. Wyatt was horrified at his thoughts. Always they were kinky. Be it with ropes and cuffs or with hands and mouths, Wyatt couldn’t think of a time in the past three years that they truly made love and they truly took only pleasure. Time to change that.

Wyatt slowly got up and moved to crawl into the bed and just hold Chris when he noticed a gray fluff ball about to break the mood. Knowing that Chris would shun him for the cat Wyatt relented, for now. Later when Chris was more awake would be better. And anyways, this was probably going to be hilarious.

Chris felt the hairs on the back of his neck go straight up. He slowly turned his head from the pillow he had buried it in and tried to lift his hand to rub his eyes. Unfortunately his arms were still in the blanket cocoon when the little gray kamikaze fur ball pounced on his face. Wyatt couldn’t suppress the laugh of seeing his little brother jump three feet off the bed because of his cat. The thing looked like it had just won a million with it’s tongue sticking out a little.

He loved the shriek. Chris sure was feminine. He watched his brother sit up and pull the hyper active runt off of his head and stare at it. Wyatt could still se Chris was beyond tired but being jumped in your own bed and not by your lover usually woke one up. “What did you do to my calm kitty?”

Wyatt had to catch his breath before answering. “I just gave him some catnip.”

“You got my cat high.”

“Well, it always been legal for cats.”

”You send my girlfriend after me. You have her strip all of my powers. You kidnap me and force me back here. And to top it all off you got my cat HIGH!” Wyatt could tell Chris still wasn’t in his right mind but it was so cute. The tiny thing was trying to cuddle him and he was just sitting there wide-eyed starring at a spot across the room, hyperventilating.

Wyatt got up from his chair and put his book down. Sitting back down behind Chris he gently took the creature away from his brother’s half numb hands and shooed it out the door. Wyatt gently wrapped his arms around Chris and waited till his breathing returned to normal. “Your cat is fine. I gave it a cat nip mouse and it loves it. It even stoped pouting after a while.”

“He was pouting?”

“Yah, he missed you I think. I missed you too.” Wyatt kept his words light enough that Chris foggy mind could comprehend them. “Do you want to play kitty?” Wyatt nuzzled the back for Chris head. He wanted to play. Wait wrong, no playing. Wyatt pulled back and breathed in Chris’ scent. Something was wrong with it. Something was there that shouldn’t. Wyatt turned Chris’ face to his and gave him a soft kiss. Lips met and brushed and breaths barely exchanged before Wyatt pulled back to watch him.

“What happened Chris? What happened to you?”

Chris sifted and sunk into Wyatt’s arms. “Please tell me. I promise not to be mad.”

“Promise, promise.”

Wyatt closed his eyes ad started to cool his temper before even hearing whatever Chris was about to say. “Promise, promise”

“A demon, I went to him. I wanted to forget you I ..I didn’t really think it through before hand.” Wyatt shifted Chris in his arms and held him. He sent healing through his hands into Chris but felt that most had already been taken care of.

“You let someone else touch you, again.” Wyatt’s face showed his nothing as his body trembled with jealousy and anger. One of his hands stroked Chris cheek while the other held him protectively. “You were scared and no one was there to look after you, was there?” Chris sank further into the warmth. “Chris this is why you have to stop trying to run away and stay here with me. It’s safe here. I love you and will protect you, even from yourself.” Wyatt gave him a kiss on his forehead and shifted till they were both laying down.

Slowly Wyatt dragged Chris shirt up to reveal his chest. Slowly Wyatt bent down and licked the dusty roses there. Chris moaned and shifted in his hazy state. Wyatt’s mouth was warm and when he removed it the cold seemed to eat at him. Slowly Wyatt undid the jeans holding in his reluctant lover. Once undo Wyatt slipped his hand down into them and stroked Chris to life. Keeping it simple he pulled lightly and Chris came free of his pants. Hard and long, Wyatt loved him.

Wyatt telemetrically slipped Chris’ pants the rest of the way down and off his feet. Wyatt had a body to reclaim and a soul to re-snare. Wyatt kept his hand moving while his other moved to Chris’ hair. Tangling in the dark locks Wyatt kissed the mouth as he used to. When he knew that any kiss could be the last one he got from Chris. Small short but loving strokes of tongue, teeth and lips. Wyatt felt Chris’ body start to tremble at the overload of pleasure. Chris wasn’t used to this anymore. A quickie was soft. Long was kinky. This was before, before ruling the world, before killing , before he truly lost his innocents.

Wyatt orbed his clothes off of himself and moved to cover Chris’ body with his own. The smaller man seemed to love the contact as Wyatt moved his hand from his cock and brought his own to rub against Chris. Wyatt let their erections slide over each other and felt Chris’ jump. Slowly he moved down to devour Chris mouth slowly. Wyatt savored it as he guided Chris tongue into his mouth and sucked on it. Bracing himself on his arms Wyatt saw Chris’ flush cheeks and panting breaths.

Wyatt didn’t want to move either of them but knew if it was like before then most should be like when they were new. Wyatt pushed the soft malleable body over on it’s side as he orbed some oil to his hands. Opening the bottle he noticed the lavender scent agreed with his body about belonging on Chris. Slowly he dribbled some on Chris hip. He let some drop lightly on his ass and even let some gently fall on his back.

Slowly he worked his fingers in to the clef on Chris ass. Slowly with patients he did remember having any other time he had taken Chris he worked a finger into Chris’ hole and began to stretch him. Wyatt took his time until three of his large fingers were moving in and out of Chris and he was moaning and shuttering, twitching now and again as Wyatt glided over something sensitive. Removing his fingers Wyatt Used his own hand to coat his cock with oil and lifter one of Chris’ legs. Draping it over his arm Wyatt slowly sank into the war heat and Chris grasped the pillows by his head as he was stretched even further.

When Wyatt was fully in he Wrapped his free arm around Chris’ waist to keep him close and pulled out slowly. He let the feelings linger as long as he could and drove back in fast. Chris body arched and whimpered for more. Wyatt started to speed up and take his brother as he used to. Only for pleasure. Only for each other. No dominance, just love. Just to keep the other one close to you as long as possible. Sweat pooled between his shoulder blades as Wyatt continued to pump in and out of his small half unconscious brother. Hid mouth sought out Chris’ as he stole breathe and whimpers form the trembling form.

Wyatt kept it up as long as he could, trying to hold on to the waves of pleasure and belonging that he felt while inside of Chris. But like everything else it was ending. Wyatt could feel the build up start to come apart as his world crashed down and pulled Chris with him. He dropped Chris leg and pulled the slender waist against him. Hugging Chris body to him he felt Chris cum against his arm and fall unconscious again.

Wyatt stayed still for another few moments and then pulled easily out of Chris. Moving his hand down to where he had taken his brother he healed the stretching and was glad to not that there was no blood. Wyatt leaned over his brother and gave him a kiss on the ear before pulling the blanket over both of them. Chris’ body sought out Wyatt and cuddled in close. Waving his had Wyatt turned out the lights and opened the door so the fuzz ball could come back in if he wanted to . The tiny gray thing curled up by Chris arms on a pillow and fell asleep mush like his master, completely content.

-tbc
You really think Chris is going to be happy when he wakes up fully?

Hummm...maybe a few reviews can get my gremlin to come out of the closet and play?