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Hey sorry my intro I usually write didn’t get pasted into the chapter like I meant to so here goes try two. I had a lot of chores to do so I wrote to avoid them as long as possible. I wrote more of this story and the next chapter for my new one Inside is What Counts. I’ll post that tomorrow. SO hope you like it.

Oh and my gremlin loves being fed regularly. Thank you all.

Chapter 17

Phoebe was still not convinced that Chris was just some half witch that wanted to help Wyatt. She had clearly seen him remove Excalibur from the stone and activate some magic in it. She just needed to figure out Wyatt and Chris connection. Still mulling over the idea that he was Wyatt’s son Phoebe started to make more pop corn. It was late and the others were all either dead to the world, Piper, or over at Richards. Shaking her head at the thought of what her little sister was probably up to she tried to convince herself that she could trick Chris into giving in and telling her.

Laughing a little at herself she sat back down and read over the goblin entry again. Chris had mentioned it once and she had looked through every source she had, a few demonic, for the information. Smiling sadly she thought about Cole, her lost love. The sources she had were still loyal to her. They claimed and awaited her return to her true self. Phoebe lowered her head in a silent pray for Cole’s soul. He had been an innocent at one time and…

Her eyes opened huge as she tried to connect one to another. Jumping up suddenly the book landed in the floor and shooed itself away from her to keep clear of her about to jump feet. Ignoring the magic Phoebe jumped up and down on the couch with her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.

The blond. If Wyatt had really turned wouldn’t his …boyfriend, maybe husband, want to save him. Maybe Mike was someone Chris had loved before Wyatt or if they broke up when Wyatt turned then someone who loved Chris then. Mike died. Phoebe remembered how she had to destroy her little black book when Cole was the source to save all of her exes. Jumping up and down she didn’t notice Piper watching her irritated. “What the hell are you doing trying to wake up the entire street?”

Phoebe stopped and landed hard on the cushions. She kept her hand in place. Piper still wasn’t talking nicely to Chris and if she knew Chris and Wyatt’s future relations…

“I repeat what are you doing Halliwell jumping up and down on my sofa, no wonder where Wyatt get’s that from, in a nighty that barely covers your ass, squealing like a teenager…what do you know? What secret are you hiding Phoebe?” The sternness of her sister made Phoebe back up. She couldn’t tell, could she?

“I um Piper…”

“Spill freebe!”

“Did you just call me…?”

“Yah, spill what do you know about…Chris?”

A short epp and Piper knew she had hit the button. “okay Pheobe what?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why?” Piper was not in a good mood.

“Because…IthinkthatChrisisWyatt’sboyfriendfromthefuture.”

“What the hell was that?” Piper’s anger dissolved into confusion as she starred at her sister.

“I think that Chris wants to help Wyatt but I think that maybe we’re not looking at all the possibilities that Chris could be…” She didn’t want to out right say it.

Sighing Piper rubbed her eyes and looked over at the grandfather clock, at least six hours until she had to get up. With a flick of her hands she dismissed her sister. “I’m going to bed. Hopefully in the morning you’ll make more sense. And no more jumping! You’ll wake Wyatt up.”

“Kay night.” Phoebe quickly went to the laundry room getting dressed in her jeans from yesterday and a shirt from the dryer and grabbed her keys. Chris should be asleep in p3 but something told her he didn’t mind being kept up.

Driving quickly Phoebe was surprised that she didn’t get a ticket. Excitedly she jumped out of her barely parked car and ran for the doors. P3 was closed tonight because it was always really slow this time of the week. Piper hated doing it but no one wanted to drive this far out to sit in a half empty club after work so she usually had cleaning staff wok on stuff today.

Unlocking the door she quietly moved thru the half lit club. Chris light was on and the door was half open. Smiling she tiptoed over and peeked in. Chris was asleep half covered by the blamkets and half off the couch. He was mumbling a bit and Phoebe had to smile. He looked so cute. She wanted to grab a teddy bear and put it beside him for him to sleep with. Well she tought to herself, he does have a certain blond teddy bear to sleep with once he gets back to his own time.

Phoebe rested her hand on the door knob and was thrown into another world.

Chris was standing against the door to the office smiling as Wyatt slowly moved even closer. Their hips were touching and Wyatt looked like he wanted to eat Chris alive.

Phoebe noticed that Chris seemed younger, maybe 17 and kept smiling while trying not to. He seemed to be trying to say something and be serious with the blond but his partner would have nothing of it. She could also feel the absolute love they had for each other and the lust that was evident in the blonde’s movement and eyes.

“Wyatt, I need to do this and you’re not helping.” Phoebe was surprised that she could hear them talk. Most of the time it was feelings and images but maybe because it involved Wyatt, the powers maybe?

“Why do you want to? I can think of so many better things to do with our time.” Happily Wyatt’s mouth descended on the ticklish flesh below Chris’ ear. Phoebe opened her mouth in a happy gasp as she heard Chris giggle.

“Stop. Stop . Stop. Not fair. Okay I’ll submit.” Giggling himself Wyatt straightened back up and eyes Chris suspiciously.

“You submit…so fast? Something tells me this is a trick. Maybe I should torture you some more to make sure?”

“No, no, no, no. I promise no trap. Why do you like to torture me? I don’t like it and if you do again I’ll sleep in the guest room.”

“You wouldn’t dare. Anyways, you hate sleeping alone. And I know where you LIKE to be tickled.” With a raise of his dark blond eyebrows Wyatt trailed his hand down Chris’ front and stopped at the growing bulge in his jeans. Phoebe knew she shouldn’t be watching this. It was her nephew and his lover but something made it so she couldn’t turn away. She saw Chris’ cheeks redden as Wyatt continued to message him through his jeans.

Wyatt braced on of his arms against the door while Chris grabbed onto the door knob to keep up right. If he went down Wyatt was sure to follow and then there would be no work done tonight. “Wy…Wyatt...Please…”

Moving his face to nip at Chris ear Wyatt soothed his pleading. “You usually take longer to be made to beg Chris. In a hurry tonight cherub?” Pants were Wyatt’s only answer and from his face the only one he wanted. “just once I want…”

“Tell me what you want Chris. You know I’ll give you everything your heart desires. Just stay with me…” Wyatt was being lost in the felling of Chris’ hips moving against his hand and in turn rubbing against his own growing bulge and Phoebe knew this wasn’t ending here. Wyatt seemed to be taking pity on the dark beauty and gently picked him up. Chris wrapped his legs around Wyatt’s waist to help and Wyatt moved them both over to the couches where the three sister usually sat.

Quickly Wyatt was ridding himself and Chris of unwanted clothes and Chris could be seen trying to catch up with the energetic blond. “No Wyatt I want to…”

“You want to what? Be on top? Kay anything.” Clearly Wyatt was game for anything his younger lover was about to say as he tried for their pants. “Work, I need to get my work done.” Except that of course.

“Chris you can do your studies later. Right now I think you need to relax. Anyways, you have tutors for a reason. No schedule to actually stick to so it doesn’t matter.” Phoebe saw Chris’ legs move and wonder how he arched it that way and shove Wyatt off of him. Panting but not discouraged Wyatt glared wantonly at him.

“Wyatt I need to get my homework done. Some of us still have that you know. I want to get it done so I can do this with you later. Are you the one who keeps lecturing me about trying to keep you from work?”

“Yah but that’s when I have work to do and you bat your eyes and body at me. So…” Wyatt threw himself in a pounce and Chris squeaked barely getting out of the way in time. Landing on the sofa Wyatt quickly looked up to find his prey. Chris was sneaky and slippery.

Seeing him on the floor Wyatt smiled evilly. “You know that just makes me realize that I can’t trust your word. So I’ll just have to torture you until you’re helpless.”

Chris squeaked again and scrambled to him feet. Wyatt pushed off of the couch and chased him down. Clearly able to catch him but wanting the game to go on, Wyatt followed him around the bar and half way to the door before he grabbed Chris and threw him over his broad shoulder.

“Oh how should I torture you cherub?” Chris squeaked and struggled but was held in place by the strong arm around his waist. “Tickling always is enjoyable, then theirs spanking? Maybe you need to be spanked? Maybe you need to be grounded and not let out of bed for a while? But then I know you Chris you won’t listen so I’ll probably have to tie you to the bed to keep you there. So wanna help me decide what to do with you?”

“No, this isn’t fair. You’re being a bully. Let me go, Wyatt.” Clearly Phoebe could see that Chris didn’t truly want to be released. He was still squirming but she knew he could have used his powers to get free if he wanted. “I have math to do.”

“You hate math so I guess I’m saving you. Is this how you repay someone who saves you? God, people in this day and age really should read more fantasy stories. Aren’t you supposed to confess your undying love for me?”

“Oh go slaughter your dragon. I wanna get this done so I can burn the text book later tonight. Let me go.” Chris was pouting and trying again not to smile as Wyatt dropped him down on the couch and leaned over him.

“No.” The smile on Wyatt’s face was pure and loving as his arms trapped Chris head where it was. He leaned forward and grabbed his lips in a breath taking kiss. Phoebe saw Chris’ hands come up and his fingers sink into Wyatt curly blond hair.

“I don’t wanna.” Chris voice didn’t sound convincing to either of the pairs of ears listening as Wyatt slowly started in his neck again. “Fine you want to but I have an idea.” Wyatt stood back up and listened. As long as it didn’t involve Chris orbing out.

Chris closed his eyes tightly and concentrated. Watt fell to his knees . He was lucky there was a rug with really, really go backing to cushion the fall. Phoebe watched startled as Wyatt sat there panting and noticed he didn’t seem hurt. “Not fair, Empath!”

“Well you were using your abilities against me so I used mine.”

“That’s personal gain, didn’t you give me a speech about that last week.”

“This coming from the guy who orbs my clothes off me on a regular basis. Anyways, I’m still your white lighter. It’s to teach you a lesson.”

“Really, like what?”

“I don’t know, what am I an Elder?” Wyatt’s face seemed to change from joking to serous for a second and Chris didn’t notice. Phoebe did. She felt the shift in his emotions that were so fast and mixed in with the rest that Chris clearly didn’t feel.

Anger, hatred, jealously, all floated through Wyatt’s heart until they settled back on possession. Phoebe shivered at the implications of Wyatt’s feelings. Could he have hurt Chris in their relationship? Controlled him until it became abusive?

Her thoughts were torn away as she heard Chris moan. Clearly Wyatt had gotten the pants off and was attacking his nipples. She had never seen anyone so sensitive. Chris’ body was shivering at the touches and his hips raise now and again to press against Wyatt’s.

Wyatt reached behind Chris with the intent of stretching him and found it already done. Shocked Wyatt moved to stare at Chris and wait of an explanation. “I was board earlier so I went home and…relaxed on my own.”

Wyatt only let out a half grunt half moan at the images falling through his mind. Then he smiled. “How did you relax?’

“Well first I found a toy to play with. Then I made sure that it was oiled up. And then I started to oil up my fingers. I liked playing with the oil. Did you know that the easiest way to make sure it’s all over your hands is to coat something else?”

“What did you coat?”

Wyatt moved Chris and himself so he was sitting on the couch and Chris was sitting on him. “I coated my penis. I made sure that it was nice and oiled and then I slid my index finger inside of myself” Wyatt groaned again and positioned himself at Chris’ entrance.

“I kept sliding it in and out and then I added another.” Slowly Wyatt brought Chris down till he was fully sheathed. “After a while got board of just that and I picked up the toy.” Chris moved so his he was kneeling on the couch. “I tried that new, huge vibrator you bought. You know the one I wouldn’t let you use on me last night. Well I wanted to try it but without the worry that you’d lose control and I pushed it so far it. I felt like I was going to split in two, but in a very nice way.”

“Then what?” Wyatt was losing the battle to keep focused as Chris moved his body up and down on his lap. Phoebe watched as Wyatt disappeared inside of Chris only to emerge with a sigh form the younger white lighter.

“Then I turned it on. I was really...ugh…really surprised you didn’t hear me. I was screaming and moaning so loud.” Wyatt’s arms were crossed over Chris back as he urged him on.

“How high did you have it turned up?”

“Oh only the first two notches.” Slumping over but never stopping his hips Phoebe could barely hear the words he said to Wyatt ear. “I hope you can keep enough control tonight to get it up to the tenth.

Wyatt clearly wasn’t used to Chris talking during sex because he seemed so turned on and just came. He pulled Chris’ body tightly down and against him and shuttered. Phoebe saw Chris’ fingers tighten on Wyatt as he followed.

She was instantly back at the door way watching Chris sleep. Turning from the angelic sight that she knew wasn’t angelic at all Phoebe still wanted to talk to him. But first she needed to go home and change her underwear.

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