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Gremlin opens up his box of reviews and turns it up side down shaking it. Quietly and sadly he asked. “Where my food? He wrote, I know he wrote. Did you no like? We want to hear that too. No like we adjust a little. We take suggestions. Did you no able to feed me? site being buggy?” The gremlin continues to pout before getting an idea.

In a very evil he-he way he moves over to the sleeping author tucked under three blankets. Softly he moves to wards the head of the author and whispers in his ear. “Stephen, wakey wakey. You up and write. You make them feed me. Come on…….UP!” Causing the author to jump out of his nice warm covers and startle out of his nice dream involving a certain brunet that we all like.

The author looks around after landing back on his bed and scowls at the gremlin understanding he was receiving no sleep tonight. Going over to his computer he starts typing hoping to hear something from the readers before his gremlin starves and this story is wrapped up …quickly.

Glancing back over longing at his bed he notices the gremlin has snuggled into his spot and is snoring loudly. He has a choice: One, try to go back to sleep and be bugged all night and tomorrow for typing or Two give in and type. Knowing that the gremlin get’s more vicious as he gets more hungry the clicking of keys is heard mixing with the snores as fatigue is ignored and the chapter is written.

Chapter 15

The potion fizzled and exploded with a small fire ball. Wyatt was pretty certain that meant it wasn’t what he was trying to make. He frowned at the caldron as it’s contents ate through the cast iron and started working on the table. He had been at this for about three hours and was no where near figuring out how to strip the Elder ego out of Chris. It wasn’t like he was trying to get rid of Chris powers just that little nagging voice in his mind. The one that told Chris that things were wrong and that evil and good existed.

Wyatt flicked his hand and the caldron disappeared with the newest acid. The room still snake from the past three tries and Wyatt was getting a headache from the fumes. He knew the noise wouldn’t wake Chris from the spell he had put on him. Right now the sad thing was curled up in their bed waiting for Wyatt to make it all better. He had too. It was his job. He was Chris’ older brother. And gods damn it, he didn’t mean to kill his cat!

Chris wouldn’t even look at him now and that was weighing heavily on Wyatt’s soul. His heart didn’t love him. Closing his eyes he took another deep breath of the fumes and sneezed. Shaking his head Wyatt walked out of the alter room remembering to lock the door to keep Chris from getting into more trouble. Walking back to his room Wyatt stopped to watch Chris for a few moments. His breathing was even but his cheeks were still tear stained. Wyatt knew whenever he woke there was going to be hell to pay. Groaning he pulled the potion stained t-shirt off and fought with his jeans. Once naked he stepped into the cool spray and relaxed.

Wyatt had no idea how Chris could stand showers to be so fucken hot. Bath, yes, baths were mean to seep all strength and soreness from your body but a shower was supposed to be refreshing. Scrubbing his hands with the soap Wyatt tried to go over in his head what he was doing wrong. Rinsing them and reaching for his shampoo he began working it through his tangles of blond curls. All his life people had said that they loved them. Softly framing his face, they let him get away with all most anything. His mother used to say that he looked just like a little angle. Wyatt never agreed with her. To him Chris was the seraph in mortal guise.

Once bathed Wyatt quickly dried off and sat down beside Chris on the bed. He needed to save him. Chris’ mind was being so warped by his instincts that he was blinded to the very basics of life. Power survived, powerless died. Wyatt ran his hands through his hair and messaged his neck. Maybe his other idea would help of a little while. Just for a little while he promised himself. Just until he had the potion ready. “It not like you didn’t used to do it to yourself.” In truth Wyatt would probably be a lot more careful in what he gave Chris then Mike ever was. He could use a potion, or a spell.

Getting up and not bothering to put anything on except his towel Wyatt orbed back into the Alter room. Quickly he flipped through the pages and found what he was looking for. A simple word substitution and all would be okay until Chris was better. Wyatt knew the spell would only last until something snapped him out but what was left here to do that? Wyatt had already gotten rid of the cat.

“Call now the powers, blessed be, To make my brother happy”

Wyatt smiled. Not his mother’s beat work but it would do. Walking back to the bedroom Wyatt contemplated how long he had to work on the spell and potion. Chris wouldn’t stay locked up in his on head for long. He also mentally beat himself for not doing the spell sooner. Wyatt stood by the side of the bed and watched Chris smile in his sleep. “Wake up.” Much like the sleep he had used before Chris body instantly responded.

“What’s wrong Wyatt?” Chris watched his brother as he sat up. Why did Wyatt seem to be ready for him to jump him. Chris smiled at his brother and scooted over so he could join him on the bed. Sitting down Wyatt didn’t take his eyes off the smiling cherub. He seemed so content and when Wyatt was fully seated Chris snuggled up to him, resting his head on Wyatt bear chest.

“Tell me the spell cherub?” Wyatt hoped that maybe it would work.

“What spell?” Wyatt watched Chris’ eyes as they gave no indication he knew what the hell his older silly brother was talking about.

“The spell you casted on your self…”

“Why would I cast a spell, silly?”

“Did you just call me silly? Anyways you casted on a while ago. I want to take it off you to make you get better cherub. Do you remember the spell?”

“Nope.” Wyatt was certain someone, probably Chris, was having a good laugh at his expense.

“Okay then let just snuggle cherub.” Chris only response was to pull the blankets around them both and yank the damp towel from Wyatt hips. Letting him Wyatt took it and tossed it on the floor. Chris just wanted to be held and that was fine. Wait, where did his head go?

Wyatt’s question was answered as Chris slid his mouth over Wyatt’s half awake erection. Gasping at the warmth Wyatt’s eyes slid shut on their own accord and his hands tangled in the soft dark hair. It was a nice length for Chris and Wyatt. He could wrap it around his finger and yet it wasn’t tickling his legs uncomfortably. Wyatt forced his eyes to open a bit to watch Chris but his view was blocked by the blankets. He could see the sheets move as Chris raised his head and it fell back down taking all of Wyatt that he had to give. When Chris pulled off he kissed the head and slipped from the blankets to press his body against Wyatt’s.

“I want you to be happy too.” Wyatt’s cock jolted and he hoped he could keep it in long enough to make his content cherub cum. A flick of his hand and the oil was in it. Another and the bottle was open. Wyatt used his free arm to pull Chris to stand on his knees so Wyatt could easily reach his ass to prepare him. Sliding a finger inside Wyatt notice Chris was bit loser then before. Smiling he healed the roughness from Chris body and watched as Chris whimpered impatiently and started to move himself up and down on Wyatt’s finger wanting more. Wyatt kept his hand still and enjoyed the sight of Chris fucking himself. Another huff and Wyatt was sure that Chris needed more now.

Pulling his hand free Wyatt orbed a toy into it and held it to Chris entrance. “You want me to be happy cherub. Make your self happy them.” Chris glanced back and huffed. Wyatt obeyed the unspoken plea and coated the thick dildo with the oil and held it still with both of his hands. Chris leaned back and pushed the toy against his entrance. It was larger then Wyatt and he knew he would have to go slow being unprepared as he was.

Wyatt slowly brought the toy towards him, impaling Chris on the hard rubber. Slowly it filled Chris as he watched the cherub’s face change from concentration, to pain to pleasure in a few breaths. Wyatt didn’t force it in just guided it until he knew Chris wouldn’t be will to take anymore. Releasing the toy Wyatt pulled Chris forward so he half sat, half fell on top of Wyatt and was pressed chest to chest and cock to cock. With Chris kneeling on either side of his legs Wyatt used on arm to keep him deliciously pressed against his chest and the other to turn the toy on.

Chris gasped and Wyatt devoured any other sounds that came next. He could feel Chris twitching and moaning because of the vibrations that made their way all over his body from his ass. Chris nails bit into his arms as Wyatt pressed their cock together and humped Chris. He wanted to fell Chris be alive again.

Assaulting the mouth again Wyatt let his hand drift down to encircle both of them and started to lightly caress their cocks as one. Chris’ nipples rubbed against his chest and caused his own to stand up. Wyatt bit and gnawed at the lips as they tried to move away for breath. Chris was lost but his body needed to breath. Wyatt was keeping his touches light and Chris started whimpering again.

The feeling from the vibrator was getting him so close but he wanted more. Chris pushed off of Wyatt and slid down to lay in front of him. With his head at Wyatt’s lap Chris continued the blow job while rubbing himself against the bed. Wyatt tkayed the blankets off the bed so he could watch Chris. The Pale form was withering as each pulse of pleasure ran through him. Chris’ soft form was disturbed by the dark dildo up his ass that was trying to slid out. Quickly Wyatt leaned forward , trapping Chris head against his lap and pushed the fake cock inside again.

Chris’ body lightly shuttered from the toy fucking him and he nearly cocked on Wyatt’s cock. Smiling Wyatt leaned back and pulled Chris off of him. Laying his head back down Wyatt laid so he was facing Chris’ erection and Chris could still easily reach his. Sliding his mouth over the cherub Wyatt relished the taste. Chris was like candy and one that licked back. He reached around and nudged the toy inside a little more and more felt then saw Chris reaction. His little brother filled his mouth with seeds that Wyatt gladly swallowed. He hadn’t felt Chris cum like that or be so enthusiastic as he was right now in a long time. Licking his lips he let Chris continue sucking him until he spilled his own. Wyatt watched and felt Chris swallow and sighed. The toy was still humming in side of Chris and he whimpered slightly to have it removed.

Wyatt slowly pulled it free and then shut it off. Tossing it on the floor Wyatt moved so he could face Chris and slid his tongue into the cherub’s willing mouth. Some tastes were better shared.

Three days had passed and Wyatt was considering if he even needed the potion. Chris was happy. He seemed so content but Wyatt knew he wasn’t Chris right now. He didn’t remember things that he should. Like things about Leo or their mother. It seemed that anything that wasn’t direly directly linked to his daily life lately was banished form his mind. He existed. He could walk, talk eat, fuck, but not play. Chris hadn’t touched his piano and Wyatt wanted to hear the notes that used to be drawn form the wood and wires so easily before by the dark angel.

Wyatt was on the sofa reading over a report when Chris slyly dropped down right beside him. Wyatt continued to focus on the report and tried to act as if Chris wasn’t there. But his smile was creeping over his face and Wyatt loved it. He loved that Chris no longer cringed form him but actively sought him out. Glancing over he saw Chris out cutly for attention and put the report down. “I’m sorry, cherub. I know your board but I need to get this done.”

“I know. I just…” Chris was trying to decide if he should ask. Would it really hurt? “Can I go for a walk? Outside?”

Wyatt watched Chris for another moment contemplating him. He weighed the pros and cons and Chris guessed how he was going to answer by his face. “Maybe I can earn it?”

“Chris, it’s not like that. It dangerous,”

“And I have bodyguards,”

“What if you’re attacked?”

“I have bodyguards.”

“What if you get lost?”

“I have bodyguards.”

“What if something happens to you?”

“You see Wyatt I don’t think you are on the same page as me. You gave me like fifteen bodyguards. So I will keep saying, I have bodyguards.”

“Are you going to try to lose them?”

“Why would I do that?” Of course this Chris wouldn’t try. This was passive Chris, not even passive aggressive just passive.

“Okay fine but how would you earn it?”

Chris let his lips and teeth answer that as he began kneading the flesh under Wyatt’s ear. Both of their smiles grew as Chris hands began to wander down to Wyatt’s growing erection. Wyatt knew Chris was going to leave a hicky and loved it. Chris slid down to the floor in front of Wyatt and earned his walk outside.

The dark lighter watched as Chris walked through the park keeping a nice distance so Chris could muse on anything and not be disturbed by his presence. Yet close enough that he could reach him a in a few seconds to shimmer him away. He was alone watching over the ‘cherub’. Dominic laughed. Chris was no cherub. He remembered the smaller man from years ago. From before the great change. He was still as gorgeous, well for him it had only been a few days maybe. But most of all he didn’t remember so Wyatt would never know.

Wyatt had instructed him to let Chris go anywhere SAFE that he wanted, the park, the beach, or the mall. But if a hair was out of place that Chris shouldn’t have Dominic was losing a lot of flesh over it. Shaking his head he wondered if Wyatt was still going to let Chris have whoever in his bed. Or was going to claim him like before. Probably the latter so Dominic knew he would never taste the soft delicate flesh again. But he had once. Once he had had Chris willingly ask him for it. And he had given it good.

He watched as Chris reached down and picked up a few small stones and walked calmly over to the pond. The park was deserted like most places in their world but was still nice by mortal standards. Even a few nymphs liked it here. Chris skipped the stones across the smooth water and then leaned forward. Dominic was afraid he was falling for a moment before he leaned back and turned calling him over. “There’s something down there.”

Walking quickly over he hoped it wasn’t something from the rebellion. A bomb perhaps to take out the young lord. But when he leaned over all he saw was the stones on the bottom. The pond was a crystal clear blue. Maybe he wasn’t noticing something. “I don’t see…”

Dominic felt the flames lick up his body devouring it as Chris slid the atheme out of his chest. His knuckles were white as he shimmered to the museum. He only had a few precious minutes before Wyatt’s minions found out and tried to stop him. He only had this one chance.

-tbc…

Please be kind and feed the gremlin….