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Yahh I got my first review Fanfiction now and I got like five more on AFF.net. Life is good when you can feed your gremlin. He’s really happy. By the way about the next chapter…sorry. I didn’t want to but ..you’ll see.

Anyways the world is happy and I have had like five pops all caffeinated ones and am slightly wired right now. Also sorry about the time it took to get this one out. I typed it every chance I got. Before work, after work, while I was supposed to be sleeping. Yah lack of sleep isn’t good (Words jump and so do cats when you accidentally nearly, key word nearly, step on them.)

Oh so far it seems that more boys then girls read my fic, a couple haven’t said yet and I’m not making any assumptions on their names.(I may have thought that one or two of you were the other gender. Your names really don’t give much away.)

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Oh by the way who said Chris was only in his time for a few hours?

Chapter 14

Wyatt’s eyes opened up as he felt the coldness of the morning. The alarm was right beside his head going off on the pillow and the blankets were gone. Shivering he sat up and looked for a warm body to snuggle with and steal at least some of the comforter back from but found no one. Smacking the snooze button Wyatt saw that the numbers read 4:00 AM. He narrowed his eyes and glared at the bedroom door half open with all the hall lights on and music or some conversation or both coming loudly from the television. He had set the alarm for 5:30. Chris was dead!

Chris sat on the couch in the living room flipping through the 600 plus channels that the satellite got. He never really remembered doing this at all living here. There was always something more fun to do then channel surf. But with his powers bound and wanting to piss off a very smug ruler slash brother, channel surfing in the middle of the night with the volume cranked was a pretty good option. Chris stopped it on some porno that showed two women fingering each other. A red head and a blond. Their mouths were busy on their supposed bosses cock and Chris was pretty sure he knew the real first name of the blond. Chuckling to himself he wondered if Wyatt ever admitted to dating her.

Wyatt sat up fully. The moans might be a promise of something or just a tease. Chris didn’t like porn…didn’t he? Wyatt knew his little brother good enough that he knew Chris preferred the real thing. But then again so did he but the few pics he had of Chris had been getting a work out along with his lefty lately. Whimpering slightly to himself Wyatt orbed his flannel pants and a t-shirt to himself. Quickly pulling them on he looked around the room for the missing blankets. Chris probably took them out to the living room for vengeance. Wyatt didn’t want to get out of bed. He wanted to sleep. Standing up Wyatt figured he could go get the blankets and knock Chris out with a base ball bat or something and then take them both back to bed.

Chris smiled to himself as he heard a huge crash from the bedroom. By the sounds of it Wyatt was going to need a new night stand. Wyatt stormed into the living room looking ready to kill. The plasma screen got a direct hit with a fire ball and it was probably a good thing that it was made of fire resistant materials or they would most likely have to evacuate the building. Chris blinked a couple of times calmly at his brother. Wyatt was fuming. “Couldn’t find the blankets?”

“No, Chris I found them. They were folded up so nicely, TWO FEET FROM THE BED WHERE I DIDN’T SEE THEM UNTIL I TRIPPED!” Wyatt was standing between the smoldering television and Chris. The sight of the smoke as a back drop to Wyatt’s anger only made holding in giggles too much. Wyatt watched his little brother until his anger died down. This was Chris way of showing he wasn’t a happy kitty. It was better then how his cat showed it.

“I thought after all you’ve been through you would want to sleep for then next two days. What happened?”

Chris gave an overly happy smile and in a high pitch squeak…”JOLT!”

“Jolt?”

“Yah you know, worth tow cups of coffee? Your demon servants were more then happy to get it for me so I’d let them go back to sleep.”

Wyatt closed his eyes and systematically planned the removal of precious body parts from said demons then re opened them. “So,” calm, remain calm, if you yell Chris will believe that you don’t love him. Keep calm! “This is your newest temper tantrum. Fine, but continue it in the morning.” Chris was scowling at his brother as Wyatt turned to go back to bed. Wyatt tried to go through every psychology book he had ever read but his brain just kept giving him the blue screen of death.

With a flick of the remote the stereo was blaring. Wyatt stopped his exit and sighed. Chris wanted attention. He wanted to sleep. “Chris can you …” stay calm. “please” don’t kill him. “turn that down or put on head phones. You have a very nice pair that you usually use when you want to listen to music when I’m trying to sleep.”

“You seem awake to me.” A quick energy ball and Chris’ stereo joined his television in hell. Chris slowly turned his head to look at a very tired and cranky Wyatt. He knew he was pushing it with this but he had had enough. “What you don’t want me here?”

“Nice try.” Wyatt wasn’t going to get sleep tonight and he knew it. Shaking his head he walked over to the lounging witch and towered over him. “Chris you are back here where you belong. And you are going to have to let your reason take over and understand that you were killing yourself in the past!”

When Chris looked away from Wyatt he grabbed his younger brother’s chin, leaning down Wyatt made him look straight into his eyes. “You could have made it so you weren’t even born. I won’t lose you. Especially not like that. I love you and you are going to have to live with it.”

Three days later and Wyatt’s mood was worse. Chris had pulled out all the stops to annoy the ruler to death. So far Wyatt hadn’t slept much, eaten much, and he was worried that Chris might have done something to his toothbrush. Walking back into the apartment Wyatt readied himself for one of Chris’ attacks. Nothing.

Nothing happened, maybe Chris was waiting to attack him later? But walking further into the living room Wyatt noticed the form sleeping on the couch. Chris looked as exhausted as he felt. He was snuggled into the corner of the sofa with his head at an odd angle that was going to get him later. Wyatt watched his breathing for about another moment until he quietly clicked off the lights. Walking silently over to Chris, Wyatt picked him up and carried him to bed. Snuggling the cherub a little more Wyatt let his mind empty and his eyes close.

Waking up a few hours later by a very rumbling stomach Wyatt was amazed that Chris was still dreaming. Clearly his caffeine had run out and his body wasn’t letting him get away with not sleeping any longer. Stretching a bit Wyatt slid out of bed and moved his pillow so it rested against Chris back. The warmth would allow the cherub to think he wasn’t alone and allow Wyatt to find something to eat before his stomach woke the kitten up.

Wyatt opened cupboard after cupboard but found nothing that even looked like food. With Chris gone he rarely bothered to sit down for a good meal unless he was in a dinner meeting. He didn’t cook. He had a chef to do that for him. Chris occasionally liked to cook something for himself and Wyatt but without the cherub there wasn’t even chips in the apartment. Sighing in defeat he reached over and picked up the phone. A few short minutes later a pleasant looking older woman was bringing bags of groceries into the apartment and the chef had dinner started for both of the young lords.

“So couldn’t make yourself a scrap of a meal, huh?” Wyatt smiled at the motherliness of her. She had worked for him for the past five years and was familiar with Wyatt lack of culinary skills. About everyone knew that Chris was pouting just by Wyatt mood and therefore she knew that Chris wouldn’t make Wyatt toast if he begged.

“Actually if you look you’ll see that there wasn’t a scrap to find.” She opened some of the cupboards as Wyatt started to put the chips and snacks away and mocked a gasp.

“So is he still pissed?”

Placing the juice in the fridge and pulling out another, much older bottle Wyatt turned to her. “You could say that. I would say more like Death to all that moves mood but you know Chris never dose something halfway.”

“A Halliwell trait.” Wyatt smiled at her. When he had met her she had lost her two daughters to mortal dangers and had cursed all magic for not being able to save them. Her white lighter had told her that he couldn’t have just orbed into the crash site and start healing them. It would have exposed magic. Many witches and even demons agreed with what Wyatt had done. But mortals hadn’t. Mortals had tried to pull the Salem trails again. So many had died but their blood had been repaid.

“Chris is finally sleeping. Do you know who gave him the jolt or the coffee, or the caffeine pills?”

He saw her sheepish expression and gasped. She had?! She wouldn’t! That…that wasn’t right. She wouldn’t give something that would cause Chris to act that way. “How? Why?” Wyatt stood there. The rotten juice still in his hand as he squeaked out the questions.

“Well he came to me and said he was hungry and I gave him some soup. But he kept looking like he was falling asleep. So, I gave him a pop and then he asked so nicely for another. By the end of it I couldn’t tell you how much caffeine he had worked out of me. You would have screamed.”
Wyatt stood there almost feeling sorry for the old witch. Chris was good when he wanted to be. He could worm anything out of anyone. Almost was the key. A fire ball later and he needed another servant. His mood was a little better knowing that Chris would now have to deal with sleep like the rest of the world and therefore Wyatt would be able to get at least some. Wyatt tossed the spoiled food into the garbage and washed his hands. Looking through the last of the bags he located a box of cookies and started to munch on them while waiting for supper to be brought up.

Still with the box of cookies in hand he treaded over the lush carpet to the bedroom door. Leaning on the frame he watched his little brother snuggle deeper into the soft pillows and comforter. Wyatt smiled softly at the sight and was glad the noise hadn’t woken the small angel up. His senses picked up a shimmering and Wyatt walked back out to see a demon and another woman setting the table. Once done they shimmered out without a word and Wyatt put the cookies away. He really didn’t want to but Chris needed to get up and eat.

Grabbing quick mouthful of wine he nearly dropped his glass when the cat ran over his bear foot with all of his claws out. Wyatt looked to see what it was after and saw the catnip mouse he had so ‘wisely’ given it. Taking another drink he watched with a small smile as it attacked the inanimate object and take such glee in tossing it up in the air and pounced on it. A small idea seeped into Wyatt head that he tried to banish. Chris would kill him…if he ever came back down before Wyatt was finished figuring out the spell and potion. No! It wasn’t right. Then again, the cat was happy.

Wyatt shook his head. It might be a good idea. Might. Wyatt decided to see how dinner went and then if it would be necessary.

Sitting his glass back on the table Wyatt went back to the bed room and to wake Chris up. Chris shirt looked rumpled and his hair was fanning out across the pillow and Wyatt just wanted to let him sleep but knew he needed food. Chris’ body still needed to recover from the portal, his initial time-travel, and all the shit he had done in the past. To do that a body needed nutrients. Sitting down Wyatt pulled the pillow away from Chris’ back. Without the warmth Chris tried to scoot more into the covers. Wyatt moved his hand to Chris’ back. The shirt was silk and felt slippery between the flesh of his hand and his brother’s body. Wyatt got a very naughty thought about what he could use silk to tease Chris after dinner but calmed himself down. That was for AFTER dinner.

Wyatt rubbed Chris back as he slowly pulled him from his blankets with his other arm. A few huffs and a low moan and Chris’ eyes were starting to open up slightly. Wyatt stilled and let Chris rub the sleep form his eyes and huff again at the offending ruler. “What?” Wyatt had to smile at the cuteness that was Chris. He could clearly see the dark circles under emerald eyes and knew that Chris wanted nothing but sleep.

“Come on, you need to eat.” Wyatt kept his words soft and his voice low. After he would gladly let Chris go back to sleep and cuddle up with him.

“I’m not hungry.” Chris took a look around. He was back in their bed. Stubbornly and not without protest from his body he pulled himself up and started to move off the bed. Wyatt did nothing to stop him until he was in the hall and Wyatt turned his body telekinetically towards the dinning room. “I said I’m not hungry.” Wyatt was mildly surprised that Chris was shouting yet. He still looked tired but Wyatt could see the strain of his temper in the tightness of his arms and neck.

“Don’t care if you are or not you’re eating Chris. And that’s a fact.” Before Chris could protest Wyatt cut him off. “I don’t care what you’re about to say. If you don’t eat I’ll have a doctor come in here and put a feeding tube down your throat. Your choice.” Chris just looked at the carpet and stomped to his chair. Sitting down Chris couldn’t fully claim not to be hungry with a nice stake, potatoes and greens sitting in front of him, tempting him.

Wyatt sat across form him and sighed. This was taking too much of his energy. He wanted to cry, hit Chris, cuddle him and scream all at the same time. “Chris I know you’re still mad. I know you miss her but mom died. She died because we couldn’t orb to her and save her. Now if someone we care about is hurt we can. You can’t change the past to save her. Death would still come after her and take more with it.”

Chris just shook his head and leaned forward beginning to eat. They ate the rest of the meal in silence and Wyatt was pleased that Chris finished his stake and even took more to fill up fully. Wyatt hoped that at least they had a small truce going now. How long it would last was anybody’s guess.

Wyatt went over to the counter and picked up the deserts left there. An apple crumble with caramel sauce. He knew Chris would like it. Maybe the chef had made it for Chris’ as a welcome back. Wyatt laid the bowl in front of his cherub and sat down to eat his.

He didn’t notice until he was done that Chris hadn’t even touched it. Wyatt looked at his brother’s dropping head and realized his cherub had been asleep for about twenty minutes. The food had done good and Chris was resting as easily as he would if he was in bed. Wyatt got up with all the intent of picking him up and carrying his back to bed when a knock on the door startled him out of his admiring and Chris out of his dream. Scowling Wyatt stomped over, opened the door and glared at the intruder. “What?”

Chris rubbed his eyes again and noticed the desert left in front of him. A quick glance over and he saw Wyatt arguing with a demon. Quickly and quietly he stood from the table and made his way to his room. Scooping up his kitty along the way he was foot from the door when it slammed shut in font of his face. Turning around he met Wyatt scowl with his glare. “I ate now I want to go back to sleep. What, I have something else I need to do?”

“You can sleep in our bed like your supposed to Chris. I won’t have you sleeping on the floor and getting crankier because of your back being cramped up.”

“I don’t want to sleep with you.”

“Too bad.” Wyatt had had enough. He wanted Chris and everything back the way it used to be.

“What now I don’t even get to say who I sleep with. Nice and I thought you said you weren’t evil because as I do recall even your laws say someone can leave a lover and not be forced back with them.”

“I’ll re-write them. I can do that. It’s in my power. And I’m not evil. There isn’t evil or good anymore.”

“Not this speech again.” Chris was getting as frustrated as Wyatt was. Both knew what was about to happen. Wyatt would end up shouting and Chris crying.

“Well maybe I have to give this speech again because it doesn’t seem to be getting through your thick skull!” Calming down Wyatt continued. “Power is what drives everyone. I have the most. Your only second to me.”

“That’s when I have them.” Chris wasn’t letting him explain his way out if the argument that easily.

“You would have them if you weren’t going on kamikaze missions to save our mother!”

“I didn’t go there to save her. I went there to SAVE YOU!”

Wyatt blinked. Chris wasn’t making sense. “Save me from what? I’m fine. Oh maybe an insane brother who needs to get his head looked at.”

Chris seemed to lose all strength. “To save you from turning.” Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he starred at his once loving brother. “To save you from turning evil.”

Wyatt let his eyes close and shook his head. Chris would always be stuck in the past was of thinking. He needed to strip the Elder out of him and soon. “Chris it is all about power.” Calmly Wyatt watched more tears stain Chris reddish cheeks and hope seem to die from emerald eyes. “I love you and will use all of my power to keep you safe. But you have to get it through to your head. Good and evil don’t exist, cherub.”

“Go to hell.”

That was it! Wyatt stomped over to Chris and grabbed him. Chris’ arms dropped the cat and then it attacked Wyatt’s leg. It’s small attempts to defend it‘s master were in vain as Wyatt gave it a quick kick and sent it across the hall away from them. Pushing him up against the door Wyatt pinned his arms to his sides and used his own body to pin Chris’. “Listen and listen carefully, I have had enough of this. You are either going to tell me the spell or I am going to give you a lesson in power that you won’t like.”

Chris spitting on his face shocked the blond. For all that had happened he didn’t think it would come to this. Chris stony glare wasn’t relenting and Wyatt knew it was the only way. Chris had changed so much. Purity was tainted and innocents were long gone form the sender body but still Wyatt loved him. Still Wyatt would not let him go without a fight.

Wiping the glob of saliva off his face Wyatt back handed Chris. The force caused the slender man’s head to snap back and bang against the door loudly. Fresh tears tried to escape his eyes as Wyatt forced him to turn around and started to rip the clothes off of his once willing lover.

“Tell me the spell and I’ll stop.” Wyatt kept his words even as he pulled Chris’ pants down while using his powers to keep his body against the door.

“No.” Chris words seemed mumbled and slightly slurred. Wyatt reached over his mouth and pulled his hand beck to see if there was any blood. Some was there Wyatt wasn’t really afraid. It could be caused by a loose tooth or such and easily fixed after the lesson.

Wyatt used his powers to spread Chris legs. Stepping back he admired how his brother appeared all ready to be fucked while not being ready at all. Wyatt reached down and undid his button and fly. Freed from the now tight jeans he slowly pulled off his t-shirt and stepped out of the black fabric. Wyatt moved back towards Chris and ran his hand down Chris’ back to his ass. The skin was soft and smooth under his finger. Wyatt gave his neck a long firm lick and moved so he was pressed against the beautiful body and whispered in his ear. “I’m about to show you what power I have over you cherub. Do you understand? I am not going to stop until I am finished no matter what. Even if you tear and are screaming I will keep going. Do you understand me? Now chose, this or the spell.”

“This.” Wyatt half smiled at his stubbornness, a true Halliwell. Plunging hard into Chris unprepared body he dug his nails into the soft hips and bit down on his shoulder. Only a few whimpers escaped Chris as Wyatt pulled out to repeat the motion. Wyatt kept it up and reached around to Chris length. A few strokes and it was alive and demanding attention like any other time.

“This Chris is my power over you.” Wyatt pulled gently on the organ while pushing inside deeper. “This is what I can do to you because you let me.” Wyatt felt his body getting closer. He tried to catch his breath to speak again but almost failed. Chris was always so hot. “I can make you what I want. And I want you innocent again. Tell me!”

“No.” A small whimper. The pain that Chris was going through wasn’t as much as it was with Dominic. Wyatt for all his threats wanted Chris to feel enjoyment through this. He wanted Chris to cum for him.

“Really?” Wyatt pushed in slowly and pulled out fast. He didn’t miss Chris hitched breath or the twitch his cock gave in Wyatt’s hand. Smiling at his little brother’s shame Wyatt came still inside of him. Chris body reacted to the new warmth inside of it and the door was covered in Chris’ cum. The small body was trembling in front of Wyatt as he let Chris slide down to sit in front of his door.

Wyatt could hear the sniffles and tears that came from his young brother. He almost felt guilty for having to prove this to Chris. No matter what Wyatt was in control. He took a few breaths and knelt down to speak with Chris again. Conjuring a blanket he wrapped it around the weeping witch and kissed him on the forehead. There was little else he could do for his brother’s tears knowing he had caused them. “I love you.” Chris stayed silent, his eyes locked on some spot behind Wyatt.

Taking it as Chris trying to deny he what had happened Wyatt left him to go get cleaned up and dressed. Once out of the bedroom again he noticed Chris had moved. A quick look around and he saw that the cherub was in his playroom with is chalks and pencils tossed on the floor. The box he usually kept them in was cradled in his hands. “What are you doing cherub?”

Chris still didn’t look up at him. Wyatt was getting annoyed again. What would it take to get something through the brat’s head? Carefully Chris sat the box down and pulled the blanket tighter around him. Wyatt realized the room was cool and orbed some of Chris’ clothes to him. “Here get dressed.” What ever was going on inside of his little brother’s head snapped. Wyatt was pushed to the ground as Chris jumped him and started to punch his face again and again. Wyatt felt his lip split and his cheek bruise. It only took a few moments to grab Chris and throw him off but in that few moments he got in a good three hits.

Rubbing his jaw and healing it Wyatt tossed Chris against the other wall telekinetically and waited for him to try something else. “What the hell was that about?!” The only sound coming from Chris was a soft crying and whimpers. “I said what was that about, Chris?!”

Eyes that lost all hope and fear, eyes that were not unlike Wyatt’s gazed up at him with too much sadness to be Chris’. “You killed him. You killed my kitty.” Wyatt felt the guilt that he knew on most levels he shouldn’t. He remembered kicking it and then assumed it left him alone for it’s own good. After all he did to Chris he was most upset that his cat had gotten hurt.

“Chris it attacked me.” Softening to his brother’s pain, Wyatt could understand the out burst. “I didn’t mean to. And besides it was just a cat.”

He could barely hear the words through Chris hiss. “I hate you.” So short but in truth those words had never been so honestly spoken by either of them.

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