Puppet (Rewrite)

Hi I’m back…Please don’t kill me. I’m trying to update. Really I am but new job, full time, 6am to 3pm…Remember, me nocturnal, this really cuts back on my writing time. I usually write at 5 am. Now at that time I’m getting ready for work…

Sorry I have finished my crying and ranting.

So here’s what happens next…by the way Barbus is one of the top villains in my opinion. Even the demon of hope was of of the scariest demons in the show.

Maybe he’d like to have a go at Chris in this story?

Chapter 2

Chris felt Wyatt’s hand shimmer away from him. He waited for a few moments and pulled at the comforter on his bed. The edge came up and he cocooned it around himself. He never wanted to fell those touches again.

Melinda had been an accident. He had never meant it to go like that. One moment he was snuggling her the next he was inside of her. She was so soft and warm and god he had to stop this. His dick gave a throb for being ignored for so long and reminded Chris of Wyatt’s spell. He rubbed his legs together against it and was rewarded with the friction. He needed to cum badly. Wyatt’s spell was making sure of that.

Keeping the blanket with his he stood up. His room felt colder then a meat locker to his over heated flesh. Walking slowly to the bathroom Chris was at least thankful that Wyatt was new at sex with men. If not Wyatt might have wanted to take Chris. If he had Chris knew he wouldn’t be walking so easily right now. Wyatt was fully proportional to every other part of himself.

Chris remembered when he was fifteen and had walked in on his brother with Alison. He had opened the door when he heard his brother shout something expecting to see him fighting a demon. Instead his brother was half naked pushing into a fully naked Alison. She was blond too at the time and Chris got a good, stunned look at enough of her to know that she really was a brunet. When Wyatt had realized Chris was there he immediately stopped and locked eyes with him. Chris remembered thinking that Wyatt was going to kill him before seeing his brother break out a smile and start laughing.

Alison had turned her head and stated screaming at him to get out while Wyatt tried to cover them both up while giggling. She hated him from the start it seemed. Wyatt later had, to Chris amazement, apologized. He said it was his fault for not locking the door. Chris had just mumbled something that he couldn’t even make out and quickly, one could almost say, ran for his life. He had made his way up to the attic and immediate started to go over some spells.

Moaning at the memory of Wyatt rutting over top of his wife Chris reached over and turned on the water for the shower. He tested it and jumped back when it was ice cold too. He swore someone was trying to freeze him to death. He fiddled with the knobs some more and tested again. The steam was filling the room and Chris dropped the blanket and climbed in.

He grabbed his soap and started to scour at every place his brother had touched. He wasn’t paying much attention to where the cloth was roughly scraped over and didn’t notice his hands were a little too close to his pride. The feeling of pain and pleasure assaulted the witch as he dropped the cloth and went down to his knees. He kept his hands over the cloth burn and trapped between his legs as he willed it away.

The water beat down on Chris as he tried to figure any way out of his situation. Not his imprisonment but the feeling of lust that had securely knotted up his insides. Salt water mixed with fresh as Chris realized that there was no other way but to deal with it.

Easing his legs apart Chris carefully removed his hands one at a time, almost expecting to see blood there. He wanted to strip the memories of Wyatt’s touch from his body and soul. Well the touches were never on his soul. That was lock up somewhere that Chris couldn’t get to.

Chris picked up the soap again and rubbed some over his hands. Placing the bar on the ledge that was there for it he moved his left down his chest. He teased his right nipple by sliding it between two of his relaxed fingers and sighed. His other hand made it way to the joint of his leg and body. He slid his entire hand over it and messaged out the tension.

Teasing his other nipple he wrapped his fist around the head of his cock and moved it down to his body. The sliding motion seemed to only make matters worse as he felt his body redirect his blood flow again. Abandoning his nipples he wrapped his other hand around his cock too. He pumped them up and down a few times, letting one if his hands slip off while the other twisted a little just a little tighter.

He sat up a little so he was on his knees, his head resting against the shower wall. His eyes were closed and the water was almost too hot as it poured over his shoulders. Spreading his knees apart further he pulled his cock down. He became off balance and quickly caught himself. Re-setting his position he started again, letting one of his hands stroke his length while the other reached down further and rolled his sac. He felt the coiling and stroked himself faster. The quicker he got off the better. He could finish his shower then, get dressed and hopefully not wake up ever again.

His body was so close. He lifted one of his hands to his moth and bit down on his fist. He didn’t want to scream. He usually did while he was taken. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t even understand how Wyatt could keep himself down to a few shouts and moans while fucking Alison. With her image filling his mind his impending climax regressed. He chalked it up to the same reason Wyatt was so quiet, Alison image.

He rested back down with his legs doubled over on themselves and took a few breaths. Trailing his hands down his arms concentrated on his last boy friend. They were in the resistance together and share a bed. Chris would wake up protected in his arms. He felt safe there and longed to see his face again. Wyatt had already executed him. Along with countless others who Chris knew.

Chris remembered when he would take Mike to the back of his throat. When Mike would moan for him and tickle his neck when he had enough of his mouth and wanted Chris inside of him. Chris would stand up and have him turn around. Mike was an oriental witch who dyed his hair more times then Chris’ aunt Paige. Chris never found it un-amusing that when Mike’s head of hair was blue so were the cores hairs that surrounded his sex.

He would often go to prepare Mike only to find he had already done it while waiting for Chris to end his planning sessions with the leaders. Chris’ hand tightened around his cock as he remembered sliding inside of Mike. He was always so warm and tight. The first time he had done it Chris almost came at the first inch of Mike. He was built for pleasure. Chris slid his hand slowly down, keeping his grip tight enough that even if he was going to get off he couldn’t. Once it was at the base he loosened and rubbed the head with his other hand. He messaged the skin with his fingers and brought the other hand back up towards the end of his dick.

Wyatt watched through his scribing bowl. The image of his younger brother in the shower was usually enough to bring him off but this was worth recording. Wyatt warmed the oil between his hands and mimicked Chris actions. He was in for a long ride and knew it. He saw when Chris lost it for a moment and began again. Licking his lips, Wyatt slid his hands over his uncovered hips to his cock. He was leaning back in the plush office chair with his pants down just below the seat. He gripped his cock with the oiled hands lighter then Chris griped his own. It was common knowledge that Chris was masochistic. Hell, Wyatt had herd stories that his little brother would let his boyfriends tie him up and beat him.

Wyatt let the thought of a chained up Chris filter though his head. All tussled up with leather or iron. Naked except for sweat and semen. Panting, kneeling on the bed with his arms raised high above his head hand-cuffed, wishing to be fucked and used. He could kiss every part of his beautiful brother and bring him almost to climax. He could bit down on his soft skin and lick up the blood that would spring forth. Blind fold him, not let him know what was next. Gliding hands could find every soft angle and hard callous. He could worship every ticklish spot that he would finally be able to find on his tiny angel.

Wyatt moaned as his eyes slid closed to the image in front of him and focused on the image in his mind. He could do that to Chris, for Chris. He could use him like Chris needed. He needed to feel violated. He needed to feel wanted. He needed the absolution that came with being controlled by another.

“Maybe that’s what he’s doing.” Wyatt nearly jumped out of his chair as Barbus seemed to float into the room. He quickly yanked up his pants and waved a hand over the bowl banishing the beautiful image of Chris coming. The aged demon came to rest leaning against the desk Wyatt was sitting at. He glanced over at the bowl and frowned. “What don’t I get a little peek?” His smile formed as he asked and was aned bed by a patented Halliwell glare. “Awww, what? It’s not like everyone isn’t talking about him. You know when you fuck your own blood and want it to be kept a secret then you should lock the door.”

“The story of my life. Someone walks in while I’m fucking someone. I forgot to lock the door on purpose you idiot.” Barbus was getting annoyed at this child. He had been a demon for longer then time and his knock off King Arthur was not telling him off. But then Wyatt usually acted this way and made up for it later. How could Barbus refuse or retaliate against a King who was promising him his own little cousin. Melinda was beautiful and I would be the last piece of revenge against the power of three. He would be fucking one of their children.

“And why would that be, oh mighty king of the world? By the way, got any picture of him and Mea yea yet?” Barbus felt the wave of power just before it hit him. He went flying against the door and felt it crack under the force that Wyatt exerted from his seat. A flick of his wrist and Barbus had been soaring. He hated that the most. Wyatt didn’t even have to focus on the being he wanted to attack. He only had to know it’s general direction. “Oh come on. I was just playing.”

Wyatt could only shake his head at the powerful creature and calmly explain. “Chris didn’t want anyone to see it. It was shameful to say the least to him and he probably wishes that he had never taken Melinda in the first place. By the way you don’t seem to mind that she won’t be a virgin when you get her.”

“How can one be mad when the circumstances couldn’t be better. You’re in a good mood and so is Melinda and anyways,” Barbus paused for a moment deciding if it was safe to say it. watcwatched.” Wyatt’s face broke out into a smile and laughed. Leave it to a demon to make something even more perverse.

“So any ideas on why it happened? I assume that’s why you’re here. Or did you just want to ruin the fun time I was having?”

“Oh just a rumor that someone was going to be trying to play with my bride to be and that Chris walked in at the time of casting and got hit with it too.” Wyatt’s head shot up and glared at the demon. He didn’t feel like playing Barbus’ games today. He wanted answers if someone was trying to take advantage of his family. “Oh and that might have been passed from both of them onto you. It would be, kinda the reason, you tormented him so much.”

Wyatt sat silently as Barbus described what he had seen and heard. Wyatt rubbed his eyes after. This was ending up to be a very stressful day. Barbus had already figured out which demon had done it and that demon was in custody. Wyatt didn’t have to deal with it now either. Theon won would go no where until Wyatt said so. Barbus left as quietly as he entered. Wyatt really wanted to kill something right now.

A knock on the door brought him back to the office. Taking it open with more force then it needed he saw the small frame of his cousin standing there shaking, tears running down her face. His heart melted at the sight of her. She still wore the same sweater as earlier. “Come here.” It was softer then even she thought he was capable of. Immediately she ran to his open arms and started crying. He didn’t know what to do other then hold her.

Closing his eyes and pulling her small body onto his lap he hugged her. It was kinda strange. All his power, all his wealth, all of his minions and this simple act was what would always tie her to him. She was upset. So she wanted to be held. He shushed away her fears and let her calm down and fall silent in his arms.

He tilted her face up to meet his eyes. Soft brown surrounded by red from crying so hard reminded him of Chris’ eyes. But unlike Chris’ they were defeated. Melinda would never fight him. They both knew it. “Why are you crying? Is it because of what happened between you and Chris? Something else? Please tell me, Mel. I can’t help if you don’t.” He kept his voice low like a whisper. She quietly nodded her head and kept her eyes down.

“You hate me now and so does Chris.” Wyatt was stunned to say the least. Why in all of God’s created chaos did she think that!?

“I would never, Mel. Why would you even think that? It’s insane. I love you as much as I love Chris. I would never do anything to hurt you. I try not to hurt Chris but he refuses my help and I can’t let him try to kill me.”

“But what I did with Chris. He just…I just…” Wyatt knew he couldn’t tell her it was a spell. She wouldn’t understand that it was blameless for wither Chris or her. She would believe that she was weak and helpless and got Chris hurt.

“You love Chris right?” The brown head sadly nodded. “You just showed him your love and he showed you his.” God he hoped this worked. “You two are blood but that doesn’t matter. It only matters to people who can’t fix problems that might occur.” If it didn’t then he didn’t know what she might try. He co’t l’t lose them both. He had to keep them. He had to keep them safe. Keep them loved and protected forever like he promised.

She watched her oldest friend with pleading eyes. She knew what might have happened. She hoped if it did that there wouldn’t be problems. “If you are with child them be happy.” He had to make sure she didn’t feel anything but joy if she had a baby with Chris. “IF you are them we will get a magical doctor to make sure there will be no…” He didn’t know the term for it. He just knew that it would be okay. “nothing wrong with his or hers genes.”

Wyatt whipped the tears from her face and hugged her again. Holding her close he could smell the mix of Chris and her scents. Vanilla and cinnamon, he felt himself get hard again. Melinda shifted when she felt Wyatt growth. Slowly she moved her hand down from his arm. With her head on his shoulder Wyatt could barely tell what she was doing until he felt her hand on his zipper.

Melinda moved the small metal tag down and unbuttoned the dark jeans. She did love Chris, dearly but she also loved Wyatt. She couldn’t live with herself of Wyatt thought she loved one of them more. He had already said it was okay to do such things. Although she was amazed that Chris fit inside of her. She had no idea how Wyatt would.

Slipping her hands inside of his boxers she felt the oil he had been using and quickly looked up. “I was playing with myself and got interrupted. Not interrupted by you.” He couldn’t explain more because her hand was gliding down his shaft. Slowly she worked the frustration out of his lower body. Slowly her other hand started to explore the rest of her cousin.

Wyatt wanted out of his clothes. They were strangling him. Shift Melinda around he pulled off his shirt cotelytely and tugged at her sweater. Both fell to the floor silently. Wyatt could still see the places where Chris had worshiped and held. Standing them both up he dropped his pants and stepped out of them. Reaching over he smoothed his hands over the slender waist and undid the skirt. It fell quietly down as Wyatt knelt in front of his cousin.

Wrapping his arms around her waist he moved his mouth over her damp crotch. The soft fabric did nothing to hide the fact that Chris had cum inside of her and she hadn’t showered yet. His tongue moved over the fabric and folded in into her soft warmth. Her hands were planted ion his shoulders to keep herself upright. He could hear the pants that she was reduced to and wanted more.

Reaching over her took the silky cloth and pulled it down. Showing her dark hairs and rich colour. Wyatt glided his tongue over her again, flesh to f. S. She shuddered hel held on tighter. Wyatt continued to lick and suck as one hand of his crept forward. As he concentrated on her jewel she didn’t see his fingers ready to enter her. She gasped as two found their way into her folds and started to pump in and out. They didn’t go as deep as Chris did but still made her feel so much.

Part of her brain said that this should feel what masturbating felt like but it wasn’t. It was so different. She had no control over what Wyatt did or where he went. Sidn’idn’t feel him slow down like she usually did as she got closer. Wyatt kept up the pace, sliding in and out while licking up and down. She felt her body tighten. He walls slammed down around his fingers and she came with a short cry.

Wyatt caught her boneless fall and cuddled her to his chest. He loved seeing her like this. So content. He picked her up and sat back down on his chair. She just continued to snuggle and almost purred. He wasn’t about to stop either.

Sifting her so she was more on one side he fought with his boxers and kicked them off. He was so hard. Turning her around a little he saw what he was curious about. He knew the basic mechanics of it. He knew that that was how Chris had sex with his boyfriends but he had never tried it. Allison would never agree to anything that was different like that.

Reaching over he pulled open the drawer of his desk. Inside was the baby oil he had been using. Pulling it out her poured some over his fingers. Carefully and watching her body for signs of pain Wyatt carefully worked his index finger into her ass. Slowly he moved the digit back and forth until it could easily slid in and out of her body. He watched her face as he pushed another finger in. As he went just as slow he saw her face change. Not in pain but not fully understanding what she was feeling. He worked them back and forth, back and forth until he added three. Mel’s face scrunched up as she was stretched beyond what her body was currently willing to. Wyatt slowed down his pace even more, knowing that hisst wst would be sore later for this but will to bear the pain. Slowly he pulled his fingers out and she relaxed against him.

Carefully he moved her so she was sitting right over it facing him. Gently he lowered his younger cousin down on top of himself. Forcefully he pushed inside of her, breaking her last from of virginity. The tightness was warmer them Allison had been their first time, tighter then any of his other. He now understood why he saw Chris with more men wom women.

Melinda’s whole body was trembling at the intrusion. Part of her wanted to scream in pain. The other wanted to weep in pleasure. Wyatt kissed her fears away as he lifted her up and slowly brought her back down. Her knees found homes on the chain as he slumped forward to give himself and her more leverage. She helped him move her body with her legs as she felt him start to speed up. She was feeling the warmth again through her body. The pain was still there but was being masked by something else.

Wyatt couldn’t concentrate on anything but the feel of her. She was heaven. Bringing her up and down, up and down he kept going even as he felt her Cum again. He kept the pace until he started to cum. Without really thinking he slipped out of her ass and plunged into her cunt as he came. He kept up his pace until he was fully spent as she was once again bonelessly draped over him.

He didn’t really know why he wanted to cum inside of her like Chris did except maybe…


…Well the only reason he was keeping Allison around was for a heir so…

-tbc