His Heart

Flashback ~First Time

His brother had been nervous since Wyatt had entered the room. Looking around Wyatt could still see it was mostly Phoebe’s style. With the only differences being the clothes and a few posters. About a year ahrishris had finally moved upstairs into their aunt’s old room. Before he had opted to stay in his and Wyatt’s basement room. Wyatt on the other hand had moved into their parents’ room not even six months after Piper had died and Leo left for good. He saw no reason to wait longer or to deny himself the comfort of a bigger bed. He had been in here earlier and set up everything he would need. It was all hidden from Chris. It wouldn’t do for him to find them and get scared away.

At 16 Chris was stunning. Gymnastics and kickboxing had paid off by giving him a strong slender frame. One that Wyatt couldn’t keep his mind off of and hopefully his hands too. Thinking about the other day when Chris had walked in on him ‘thinking’ about the little one Wyatt was so glad he was under his covers.

Smiling at his brother he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Chris I just came in to see if you were going to sleep or staying up?” Chris’ eye narrowed a little. Fuck, his empathicness probably picked up that Wyatt was lying. He’d have to get more of that potion that the family used to block themselves from each other.

“Sleeping tonight. I have to go over to Grandpa’s in the morning. He needs someone to drive him to the hospital and back after he has his treatments.” Looking sadly at his little brother he almost decided that tonight wouldn’t be the best but then got an idea. He was going to be breaking so many rules tonight. If anyone up there saw anything they’d doubtlessly declare him evil and therefore a warlock and therefore…

“Maybe I could go with you and help a little.” Chris’ head perked up. They both had talked about it to their father before. But because it was caused by a non-magical method, cigars to be exact, they weren’t allowed to heal him. But if he gave Chris this, gave him his Grandfather back, whole and healthy he knew that Chris would give him anything. Hope started to creep into Chris’ face. Victor’s condition had done nothing but worsen after Piper’s and their aunt’s deaths. He was all that Chris had as a father figure. Then it disappeared.

“They won’t let you.”

“They can’t stop me.” It was a whisper. Chris wasn’t even sure of he heard it right. Wyatt going against the Elders was unheard of. “They won’t stop me because they can’t Chris.” Edging closer he tried to judge if Chris was getting freaked. Yet Chris stayed rooted to his spot while Wyatt invaded his personal space. Starring at his older brother as he moved closer he felt weird. Like he did the other day when he had woken Wyatt up from a nap by accident. Wyatt was a hand’s spacy fry from the brunette now. Reaching out to hug him he pulled Chris against his chest.

Relaxing into his brother Chris thought that what ever his brother was planning couldn’t be all-good. Snuggled against the broad chest he felt his mouth work before he could stop it. “What are you planning?” He almost didn’t believe that that was his voice. He was questioning his brother. Wyatt had taken care of him after mom’s death and dad went missing. He thought Wyatt was going to yell at him for sure now. He had been so tense lately and quiet, not laughing as much and keeping himself locked away in the attic with the book. But Wyatt didn’t seem mad; he seemed amused.

“Something that I should have done years ago but couldn’t. Now I just need you to trust me. Do you trust me brother?” Chris nodded his head. Wyatt smiled this was so easy. “I need you to show me that you trust me. I need you to listen to me and do what I say Chris can you do that?” Nodding agahrishris looked slightly worried. Wyatt had a way of unnerving him sometimes. Like now he was getting really weird vibes off of him that he shouldn’t be getting.

“What do wan want me to do?” He could feel something off of Wyatt that wasn’t supposed to be there. There was lust?

“I want you Chris.” Leaning forward he kissed his brother. After the initial shock Chris pulled back. His eyes were wide and body rigid.

“Wyatt this is wrong.” Wyatt’s face changed considerably. Hardening to the face he had used to while fighting masses of demons and warlocks he starred directly into Chris’ eyes. No one would ever say that he was wrong again. No one would ever deny him again not even Chris, especially Chris.

“Then I guess so is me healing Victor. Don’t you want me to do that Chris or do you want more of our family to die?” Chris couldn’t have looked more scared of you had just told him that he’d have to fight the Source by himself and take a geometry test at the same time. He just starred at Wyatt looking ready to cry. Claming down Wyatt let his voice soften. “Chris, I love you. Is that wrong?” Once Chris shook his head no Wyatt continued. “And I want to show you that love. Is that wrong? “

“But Wyatt what your saying, trying it is wrong, it’s not love it’s lust. You have to be under a spell.” Chris was panicking and if Wyatt didn’t calm him down within a few seconds he woingoing to orb to gods knows where.

“By whose standards?” Wyatt was getting angry again. This was taking more energy then it should. “The Elder’s who see it perfectly all right to leave us without a family. Who say it’s right to let our Grandfather die slowly of cancer and do nothing to ease his pain.” Chris’ head was now bent down. He couldn’t meet Wyatt’s eyes anymore. They seemed so changed from the soft knowing blue that he normally knew. “All I want is to show you what we could be if we started thinking for ourselves.” Tilting Chris face up with his right hand he placed his left on Chris’ arm. He could see the tears trailing down the pale face. Leaning in to kiss him again Chris didn’t back away from the embrace. Deepening the kiss Wyatt moved his hand to the back of his le bre brother’s head. Slipping his tongue into his warm mouth he wondered if this was the first time someone had frenched him.

“Just trust me. I won’t do anything that you won’t like. I just want to show you how much I love you.” Leaning back to see Chris’ face. He whipped the tears away with his fingers. Moving his hand down to Chris’ shoulders he started to massage the tension that had built up there since he stepped into the room. “And in the morning we’ll go see Grandpa and I’ll heal him okay? I promise everything will be better after tonight.” He waited until Chris relaxed some more and nodded yes.

It wIt was amazing sometimes that they were brothers. From their appearance to their personalities, to their powers they were so different. Wyatt’s witch side tended to dominate him while Chris’ passiveness was leading him to become an Elder one-day. He had heard a few of them ‘up there’ say that on a few occasions. That would never happen as long as Wyatt was here. He wouldn’t lose someone else to them ever again. All he had to do was make sure that Chris was too damaged by their standards and this was a good start.

Wyatt’s smiled. His little docile brother was easy to control most of the times. Blindly listening to Wyatt’s commands during a fight and staying out of it mostly. Which let Wyatt collect more powers secretly that way. Pulling Chris down so he was laying on the bed Wyatt started to unbutton his shirt. Kissing the exposed flesh he felt Chris trying to calm himself. Going along his collarbone he knew that Chris’ empathic powers were kicking in.

Closing his eyes Chris was starting to enjoy the sensation of Wyatt’s mout his his body. With the physical contact he couldn’t block out Wyatt’s emotions and they started to mingle with his own. He moved his hands up Wyatt’s arms to hold him too. Wyatt was only wearing a t-shirt and pants. Chris started to lift the shirt up over his head while Wyatt took one of his nipples in his mouth and sucked.

Wyatt could feel his brother’s erection against his own. Tossing off his own shirt he looked down at Chris. His face was reddening with excitement and seemed to glow. Taking his mouth in another kiss he reached down and rubbed Chris through his jeans. Bucking into Wyatt’s hand while moaning only caused Wyatt to reaffirm what he had first thought about his brother. This was Chris’ first time.

Moving his hand a little up he started to undo the jeans that blocked him from his brother. Slg thg them off of his hips he took Chris’ silk covered shaft in his hand and started to pump it. Wyatt ed ued up to see Chris’ face. Eyes closed and mouth open he looked like a true angel. Removing his hand he gained a whimper from his little cherub. Smiling, he decided he loved that sound. Chris was so lost now he would make any sound that Wyatt wanted.

Moving down his body he slid the boxers off with the jeans leaving Chris completely naked for his pleasure. He gave his brother one firm lick up the underside to make him buck again then quickly tore off his own dress pants. Reaching under the bed for a moment he found the bottle of oil there and laid it on the sheets by Chris’ hips.

Moving back up a little he pulled Chris’ knees apart and settled in between them. Sliding up he took hold of Chris member again not letting conscious thought or indecision to enter the little ones brain again. He quickly used his other hand to open the bottle. Chris wasn’t going to last much longer. Pouring the oil onto his hand he coated it and then his own shaft. He wasn’t going to last much longer either with Chris writhing there. Slipping his fingers down to is goal and circling the entrance to his heaven trying to coat it with enough oil to make the pleasure painless he knew it wouldn’t fully work.

He took a breath and paused for a moment. If he did this there would be no turning back. He would have taken his own brother. Taken his innocents and any chance he would have of a normal life that their mother tried to hard to give them.

Thinking of Piper he plunged his finger into Chris’ body. They weren’t nl. l. And all they had left was each other because of that. Chris’ back arched off the bed and Wyatt quickly stroked him again trying to distract him from the pain. Slowly Chris relaxed again. Too wrapped up in Wyatt’s lust and his own body’s betrayal to notice that throbbing anymore. Wyatt pushed another finger into Chris moving them to find his spot.

Chris gasped as his eyes shot open from the sensations. Wyatt had hit something inside of him that caused him to see a million colours. Trying to catch his breath he felt Wyatt shift around and pull his fingers out. Moving to Chris’ entrance he positioned his dick and slid in to his hilt with one push.

Wyatt just held still for a few breaths. Both to let Chris adjust to the intrusion and to stop himself from coming right then. Leaning down he pulled Chris to him. Holding him in his arms felt right. Chris’ own hands were gripping Wyatt’s arms leaving imprints that Wyatt would proudly wear. Not wanting to leave Chris in agony he moved his hand back to Chris’ shaft.

He moved back slowly a little the quickly slid back into place, hitting Chris’ spot again. His hand mimicking what Chris’ body was doing to him. He kept this up for a few more thrust and then started to go faster. He couldn’t help it. The friction caused by Chris was shocking. Looking down to see if Chris was enjoying this he saw his little brother was a few moments from either coming or passing out from the overload of sensations. Maybe even both. He locked lips with him again to swallow the scream that he heard coming. He felt his brother’s release in his hand a few seconds before his own.

Releasing his lips he felt Chris go limp in his arms. Smiling he carefully slid out of him. Rolling over and he pulled the tiny angel that had passed out against his chest and closed his eyes allowing sleep to claim him. Everything was falling into place. He snuggled down into the bed and tked the covers to his hands and pulled it over Chris and him.

A few hours later he awoke to the familiar sound of orbing. Smirking he turned over never for a moment trying to disguise what had happened. He now could see a very shocked looking Leo.

-tbc