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Chapter 1 or continuation of the prologue. Here you go smut!
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Oh Chris gets even. *Shuffles his feet and looks down* Okay so I like handcuffs sue me. I’m a kink too.

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Wyatt snuggled Chris into their bed and tucked him in. He didn’t want to leave Chris but he needed to get some work done before he could cuddle the cherub. Chris nodded when Wyatt explained this and just snuggled into the pillow. Wyatt didn’t need to be an empath to know how close to crying again Chris was. He just wanted Wyatt to hold him and here he was about to ignore him. Wyatt felt that he was an ass. Defiantly, Leo’s son. Chris just wanted two minutes of time and here he claimed he couldn’t. Kissing him once more Wyatt promised that he’d be back before the cherub woke up.

Quickly getting dressed and shimmering to the office area of the building he saw who he was looking for. Annaka, another of the secretaries that either worked with or for Minnka. He’d be happy Minnka died. That meant he got her job.

Annaka was ecstatic that he got a promotion and didn’t bother to ask about Minnka at all. All he asked was if Wyatt needed anything else and he’d rearrange some of his meetings if he needed more time to take care of anything. He quickly took care of any appointments he had and was back in his apartment before noon. Chris was still asleep in their bed. Tears stained his cheeks as he was curled up around a pillow on his side. Clearly Wyatt was continuing the tradition that whenever Chris opened up towards someone they left him. This might have done more damage then their fight had.

All he could do is be here for Chris and let him take whet ever revenge he had. Chris took being ignored to heart. It didn’t take much guessing why. Piper loved them both but where Wyatt was trained by her to use his powers Chris was taught to ignore them and focus on running away. Leo was worse. He barely acknowledged Chris’ existence and yet Chris still loved him. He loved him even after Leo had turned his back on them both. Well you never turn your back on someone who can conjure up a dark-lighter arrow.

Wyatt tried to uncurl his sleeping bother so he could cuddle him without waking. Chris wasn’t waking up but he clearly he wasn’t going to uncurl. He shrugged off the hand in his sleep and snuggled into the bed and pillow some more which cause the blankets to revile that Chris had tossed off his pants in his sleep.

Running his hand firmly over the exposed hip he tried again to uncurl him. He wanted to see the pale skin. He wanted to find out if it tasted different then when it was tanned. But the kitten wasn’t moving. It snorted in its sleep at the intruder and yawned and promptly snuggled deeper and held the pillow ter.ter. Wyatt had never hated his pillow more. It was where he was supposed to be and that wasn’t fair!

He knew part of him deserved this. But that didn’t stop the ruler from sulking. Maybe if he rubbed his back he could get him to stretch out. Chris was a kitten. Trying that plan he found that yes, Chris purred but no, he didn’t move more then that. The pillow now hid his face and therefore Wyatt couldn’t kiss those lips anymore.

Wyatt was lying on the bed next to the unresponsive kitten with his chin resting on his fists. How do you get Chris to wake up to make up? Wyatt hated when he didn’t get what he wanted and the past six months were helping. He hadn’t been with anyone since the fight. He had ignored Minnka’s suggestions and suggestiveness on whom he should bed. He did know enough about Chris that if he replaced him, even briefly, he’d have no chance of ever hearing his soft voice again. Pouting Wyatt knew that this was part of his punishment. If Chris knew him, and he did, then he knew that if he could find a way to stay asleep when Wyatt got back it would be a shot to his ego.

Rolling over away from the sleeping beauty Wyatt thought about the night before their fight. He had learned a lot during it. Like weather Chris realized it of not he was as much of a kink as Wyatt was. He enjoyed being spanked, just maybe not for that long of a time and with a dildo up his ass. Chris had always hated vibrators and toys like that. He preferred the real thing. But he had looked breathtaking bound to the bed in the morning. All tussled up and ready to be fucked. If Wyatt hadn’t been concerned about his relationship with Chris he would have. Liquid soap in the shower just wasn’t Chris.

Turing his head to see Chris back he marveled at how tense it was. His brother could use massage. Wyatt was more then willing to give him one. Wait, people usually were relaxed in there sleep.

“Ha ha. Revenge taken. Now can I see your face again?” Wyatt was reaching for the cherub when the pillow flew back and struck him hard in the face. He was stunned. His baby brother had just attacked him.

Chris sat up and held the pillow to his body. Effectively stopping Wyatt’s prying eyes from seeing anything he hadn’t seen in six goddamn, only had imagination and few pictures of Chris that Chris didn’t even know about and he could kill that pillow, months. It died tonight.

Chris glared at him. Wyatt wasn’t getting off that easily. “Don’t you have WORK to do?” His scowl told Wyatt that he was going to be talking for a while.

“I did my work and now I’m back here. That’s how work goes love. You have to do it. Or else people fire you. And I am ruler of a world, if they decide to fire me they’ll use real fire.” He tried to scoot closer but when he did Chris scooted back. Wyatt knew the little one would fall off the bed before letting Wyatt get cr. r.

“Okay.” He sounded way to chipper and that smile wasn’t natural. He knew that smile; Chris was usually drunk and or stoned when he smiled like that. As far as Wyatt knew his brother was neither.

“Okay?” Chris nodded. “All that and its okay?” Nodding again and doing a very good impression of a psycho housewife he unfolded his long legs. Oh how Wyatt had missed those legs.

“Well I know I can’t be alssesssessive and such when you have work to do. And I know that you feel bad that you had to leave me Right after we started to make up after our fight so I understand.”

Wyatt couldn’t believe his ears. Chris was the King of pouting and sulking. Chris could give you the silent treatment for six months easily. Chris was being understanding and forgiving. Wyatt wanted to say something but he forgot it when Chris stretched his legs and flopped over to touch his toes. He stretched his back while showing off his flexibility. It hadn’t gone down with lack of practice. “So do you have any more work you have to go do or can you stay and play?”

It sounded so innocent yet Wyatt knew it wasn’t. Naked Chris. Naked Chris wanted to play. That was all his brain could function as his mouth moved to say, “No, I can play.”

“Are you sure?” He sounded so chipper. Wyatt should have been hiding from him. Chris just wasn’t chipper. “Then I get to play cuz you played last time.” Wyatt received a dark pout at the end of that statement. But he was willing to do anything the kitten wanted. ANYTHING. Chris wasn’t usually that outgoing. He tended just to want to be taken or to slowing devoured by Wyatt. Wyatt didn’t care if he was on his hands and knees all night it would be worth it. Chris also tended to like it when Wyatt came in him.

“Okay” Wyatt tried not to sound so enthusiastic but it came out way too fast and happy to save his pride. He wanted Chris and Chris wanted to be in control. His brain should have warned him. But his blood wasn’t flowing in that direction so…

Chris smiled again shyly, his hair falling into his face and hiding half of it. Wyatt hoped he never cut it again. Chris looked too good with it long. He stood up on the bed and hopped off the end walking over to the dresser. Wyatt watched every movement he made. Every muscle moved in the light. Chris opened the bottom drawer. He took out one of the long scarves and placed some other toys inside hiding them from Wyatt’s view. He pulled over a chair as he moved back to the bed and placed them on it. He gave Wyatt a look to make sure he left them alone and didn’t spoil Chris fun.

Chris, naked, toys, playtime. Wyatt was sure his brain wouverlverload form these four words alone. Just watching Chris Wyatt was hard. He wanted him fast and hard. But Chris seemed to be in the mood for slow and drawn out so Wyatt would suffer. Chris closed the expensive drapes and turned off most of the lights. He lit a few candles and turned off the rest. The room now glowed with the romantic natural warmth and smelled like cinnamon. Moving back over to Wyatt he stood him up and started to undress him. Running his hands over the exposed skin and loving the fact that Wyatt let his be in charge for once.

With the shirt off he licked one of Wyatt’s rosy nipples. The one he bit. The one he was now sucking on hard enough to leave a hicky on while he undid Wyatt’s pants. Wyatt loved this. The attention form Chris was good. He missed his mouth, his hands, his imagination. Wyatt looked down and cupped the cherubs face in his hands. Drawing him up to meet his lips he felt the cherub melt into the kiss. Deepening it he snaked an arm around the angel to keep him press against him and prevent him form falling down. C had had a habit of having weak knees when passion had control.

Chris could feel Wyatt’s cock through the layers of clothing. He needed Wyatt’s pants off him. Pulling back from Wyatt he started on the pants again. Wyatt helped by sliding them off and tossing them in the corner. He hadn’t bothered with boxers today. With Chris back in his bed he saw no reason to. Chris pushed Wyatt slightly towards the bed. Wyatt sank into the comfortable mattress and pulled Chris against him still standing. Taking one of Chris nipples he worshiped it with his tongue.

He moved to the next and played with the wet one with his fingers while holding his other hand at the small of Chris back. He could draw this out for a while too. He could be patient. As long as he got Chris in the end.

Suddenly he felt Chris’ hands push him back onto the bed. Lying there he saw the cherub try to regain control. His body shone in the candlelight and his hair made him look like a lost angel from older times. Chris should have been born with wings, white wings. He deserved them. He deserved to fly. Wyatt chuckled lightly at the image of Piper trying to explain to the doctors about why her son had been born with two tiny wings on his back. That would have been worth time travel for.

Chris scowled at Wyatt for the laughter. He might have thought that Wyatt was mocking him. Wyatt took his brother’s hands and tried to keep his hormones in check long enough to sound like he meant what he was saying. “I just thought you should have been born with wings.” Chris looked confused. “You’re my angel.” Was all Wyatt would give as an explanation.

“Go up so your back is against the headboard.” Wyatt did as he was told. He wanted Chris and what ever…was those their handcuffs? Wyatt’s dick gave a ‘hell yes’ jolt. Chris was moving up him so he was sitting on Wyatt’s hips with two pairs of handcuffs in his hands. He looked Wyatt in the eye and, god knows how his brain was still functioning, seemed to be considering something seriously. “Can I restrain you?” He might be asking to prove a point, like you ask before for permission cause you saw what happens when you have to beg for forgiveness.

Wyatt raised his arms as an answer. Chris quickly cuffed one to one side and the other to the other side. He kissed Wyatt lightly on each hand as he did this. Wyatt licked at the stomach that was offered to him during this time. Chris moved some pillows behind Wyatt’s back to help him sit up. What ever Chris was doing he wanted Wyatt to be able to watch. When he tested them he knew that Chris wanted him to feel partially what he had felt, powerless.

Moving down to Wyatt’s legs he ties one of the ankles to the bedpost and moved to the next. Tickling that foot a little he wanted to see how sensitive Wyatt had gotten in the last month since he hadn’t had contact with anyone. Chris knew the blond wasn’t about to give in and take a new lover. Wyatt never admitted defeat.

After testing all the bonds Chris sat up and got off the bed again and admired his work. Wyatt was strung up like a star. He could move his arms down or his legs together to rub himself. Playtime.

Chris smiled at Wyatt and purred. “Promise you won’t try to break the bonds magically.”

Wyatt starred at the kitten. He knew if he was being asked then he would be tempted but Chris was as hard as he was so” I promise.”

“Good” and with that he flopped down on the chair beside the bed. Looking over at a confused Wyatt he shook his head, this position wouldn’t work. Ah, there would be better. Chris got up and gave Wyatt a view of where he wanted his cock to be and moved the chair down to the end of the bed. Climbing onto the bed he was glad that it didn’t have much of a footboard. It came to stop just below the thick mattress. He opened the bottle of oil he grabbed from the dresser and poured a little onto Wyatt. He pumped the slickness into his brother preparing him for if Chris wanted to ride him. When pre-cum was starting to leak out he stopped and stood on his knees facing away from Wyatt. He reached back and started to prepare himself in full view of Wyatt. Touching his opening, he slid two of his fingers in.

Wyatt wanted to take the imp now. He rarely saw Chris masturbate but loved it each time. He learned where Chris needed to be touched from this. Once Chris was satisfied that if he dropped on Wyatt dick he would feel the pleasure he climbed back off the bed and sat on the chair. He watched Wyatt for a few more seconds. If anything seeing Chris touch himself had a happy effect on Wyatt and a very ‘I want you’ effect on his features.

Chris smiled, Wyatt frowned. Why wasn’t Chris touching him? Why was he as far away as he could be but still in plain view? Chris slid down in thairhair spreading his legs, bending his knees, and resting his feet on the bed. Wyatt could see all of Chris now form this position. He wanted just to shove himself into that place and drill it. But Chris defiantly had other plans as he took his own cock in his oiled hands and started to pump it. His eyes slid closed and he moaned. He wanted Wyatt to suffer for what he did and he would. Wyatt watched with silence as Chris fondled himself. He watched as Chris sa fia finger into his opening and then added another to stretch it more.

He watched with the realization that Chris was teasing him. Tormenting him. He couldn’t even rub his legs against his dick to get any friction. He would be left here until Chris wanted to have him cum. He was taking revenge. Looking up at the cuffs he was about to break them telekinetically when he heard Chris. “Do it and I go back to my playroom for a year.” Wyatt turned his head back to the angry fayish imp. He was panting as he sat up to face the bound ruler. His hair had come out from behind his ears and was sticking to his face and neck. Wyatt knew he would be able to survive the next 5 minutes of not touching Chris, let alone the next year. So he grumbled and relaxed back onto the pillows. “ And no tking your self off either.”

Chris smiled nicely at him. “But if your good and cum for me I’ll untie you.” What, how could he cum like this? Unless Chris was going to move over and pay attention to where Wyatt wanted it that wasn’t happening anytime soon. Chris ignored his grumping and rested back against the chair. His hand found his cock again and began pumping. His other went on a search for his nipples and teased and pinched them. His entire body felt like fire and he knew how to make Wyatt just as hot.

“God I want you.” Wyatt was sure his dick was trying to jump off him and into Chris. “I want you to fill me. To spank me. To make me scream like you always do.” Wyatt couldn’t get harder. He was sure his dick was about to explode and not in the way he wanted. “Don’t you want my mouth? Don’t you want my hands fondling your balls?” Chris’ language was getting raunchier. Wyatt tried to break the cuffs with his own strength but his body was human still. It couldn’t beat chains. Chris knew this breess ess dirty talk would kill Wyatt. “Don’t you want to fuck me up till I whimper like a dog?”

Chris’ eyes were closed but he could hear Wyatt moving, moaning, trying to make some friction to relive the pains he felt. He felt himself so close but he wanted to tease Wyatt more he took out the hated toy and slipped it over his dick. Once in place he tightened it to stop himself. He hated the cuff but love the effect him using it on himself had on Wyatt.

Wyatt couldn’t believe his eyes. He though Chris had destroyed that thing. Clearly Chris wanted to show Wyatt that he had a lot to learn about the imp. Chris’ hands never stopped needing the flesh there. If anything the cuff make him stroke firmer and faster trying to bring himself over with the restraint in place. Chris moaned his name. Wyatt felt the buildup in his stomach. He thrashed in his bonds. He didn’t want to cum like this. Chris’ body started to tremble. He wanted to bury himself in Chris and be content. But Wyatt’s body and Chris had other plans. Sucking in a breath through his teeth Wyatt came from the sight and sound alone of his lover’s. He could barely make out Chris removing the cuff off himself and coming too.

His body was hit was spasms so hard that Wyatt thought he might have dislocated his shoulders. And maybe his hips. Still panting Chris cupped something in his hands and moved up over Wyatt. He stopped by his cock and ran his fingers through the mess made there. Sliding up so he was sitting on Wyatt he held the fingers to Wyatt’s mouth. Wyatt took them in and licked them clean. Moving his tongue to get in between the digits he tasted the mix of him and Chris. Doing this Wyatt knew he had paid his penalty. Chris was his again.

-tbc

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