Inside Is What Counts

He he he…I am the gremlin and have taken over Stephen’s computer. He is right now sleeping and therefore can’t stop me. He he he. I have also hidden his work uniform so he’ll have to stay home and type. He he he. All this I do because I am fed well.

Chapter 2

Phoebe couldn’t say she actually disliked Leo’s idea. Just that being without the other two kind of felt like they were sneaking around. Not that she’d mind sneaking around with Leo in the past but right now she had her own yummy attorney to sneak around with. But Leo had asked and asked her to try and see and had said please and thanked her already and Phoebe was mush to his pain. She could feel it eating him up inside wanting to protect his charges.

Leo scanned the room. The walls, everyone in the house were covered in blood except this small room. This small room held only a bed, a desk one chair and the only clean sheets left. The bed looked as if someone had been sleeping in it. Leo was thankful that Phoebe just assumed he was trying to figure out how Chris killed them to stop him. Not once did any of the sisters seem interested that the boy could be saved.

Phoebe touched the dresser with the back of her hand. She had to find out where the point was. In ever room there had been a point so far. Some place where she got a glimpse of the fight that had killed over twelve witches and their children. Slowly she turned from the dresser and moved over to the rumpled blankets, hoping that they would help. When her hand fell against the soft cotton and her eyes remained in this world she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Sitting down on the floor she contemplated that maybe this room was clean just because nothing happened in it. Maybe no one was in here when the demons attacked. Leaning forward and rubbing his face with her hands she noticed something. A small downy feather. About two inches long and was half hided in the blanket. Picking it up Phoebe was thrown into another vision. The boy, Chris, was sitting on the bed surrounded by crystals. His knees were drawn up to his chest was he seemed so much like a frightened child. A woman, the lead witch walked in. “I know you’re only part demon. So were going to vanquish that part. You might survive. If you do we’ll help you make a new life. If you don’t then there isn’t enough good in you left for us to want you to.” With that she left the small figure on the bed as tears rolled down his cheeks.

The boy took a few breaths and then seemed to be trying to think fast. She knew that type of look. Need spell fast and a good one. It was rarely successful. A small breath of relief came out as the boy began to chant.

“I bind your heart to your hate,
Let your eyes see and make your new fate,
Of your powers let them fly,
Bound forever till time does die.”

Then the world went out of control.

She came to in her bed with Leo sitting near her in a chair. Slowly she sat up as he checked her over for the hundredth time for injuries. “What did you see?”

Shaking her head to clear up her thoughts she knew what she saw. She didn’t know how to explain it to him either. She saw Chris defending himself and that was all. A spell can always go out of control. It can always work in ways that you don’t want it to and Chris had been scared. She could feel it through her vision. He had wanted only to go home and be safe.

“First tell me why Wyatt called you an Elder.”

Leo seemed to think about this for a moment and them spoke. “About eight years ago I was made one. My mentor Gideon was passing from his after life to be reborn. I was chosen to succeed him. I was still to act as your white lighter because …” Leo looked a little nervous. “Well because the council believes that you needed the, um, extra guidance.” Phoebe took it all with a rather amused look. She though about how often Leo complained that they need to focus and realized he was trying harder then any other white lighter would.

“Okay, I saw Chris, he was capture by the coven and they were going to vanquish him.” Phoebe was starring at her feet trying to sort out what to say next that she didn’t see the moment of panic cross Leo’s serene face. “Chris then casted a spell to make a diversion and bind their powers. I think, I think he was just trying to get out of there, not kill anyone. I know that you said…”

Leo held up his hand to shush her and then she noticed the slight bit of hope in his eyes. Leo hadn’t been there to protect his charges. He had been there to save one of his sons. “So what do we do?” Phoebe waited for him to speak.

“We do nothing. I have to find Chris. I need to talk with him one on one.” Leo orbed out before she could argue and went straight for the Underworld.

Chris was roaming around one of his favorite caverns. His wings stretched and fluttered a bit as he walked and his feet sank wonderfully in the soft warm sand. Here and there a bone or skull littered the ground near a wall and a few times Chris had found something to play with. Like he did now. The small necklace had a tiny gem stone on it. He didn’t know what it was but it was shinny and reflected the torch light prettily. Wyatt would tease him about it later but for now he watched it change the light against the wall into a few different rainbow colours that he rarely saw in the Underworld.

It dangled on the thing golden chain and was so memorizing that he didn’t see Leo until he bumped right into him. Started out of his day dreaming Chris’ eyes widened at seeing the Elder in their territory but stayed silent.

Leo watched the boy. His demonic form had astonished him. He was an angel. White wings and all. It seemed that the Elder in him wasn’t about to be quiet at least physically. His son had been lost in his own world he hadn’t even seen the light form him orbing in. Hell, Leo wondered if he had just thought it was cause by his pretty toy. Leo steadied himself, incase Chris decided that the Elder wasn’t a friend, and started talking.

“Hi.” Leo didn’t know what else to say. Chris didn’t blink a lash as he stood less then a foot from his father. “Um, Chris,” Hearing his name seemed to snap him out as Leo saw the child start to orb away. Quickly Leo grabbed onto his form and started to pull him back to this plane. Half way through he stopped and orbed back to the manor, pulling Chris along too.

They reformed in the attic and Chris jumped up and skittered away from his kidnapper. “Whoa, wait Chris, I’m not going to hurt you. I just…I just want to talk with you. I just want to know you.” Chris was looking around at his surroundings with fear. Leo wanted to hug him and drive the fear form his small body. He was only 7 for god’s sake, Leo thought he should be in bed by now. “Are you tired?” When Chris turned his head a bit Leo saw his ear. It looked like he had gotten in a fight and hadn’t been to a healer yet. The point looked a bit mangles and it was red around what looked like half healed puncher wounds that had closed. ‘Probably infected.’

“Chris I know you’re afraid but I also know you read Phoebe’s mind earlier. Can you read mine?” When he received no response from the child he tried to move closer. He needed to be much closer to heal the ear and any other injury his son’s attacker had caused. “Chris if you can then you know that I don’t want to hurt you I just want to heal your ear.” Chris hand went up to the point and flinched back as it probed a tender spot. “It’s probably infected. I can heal it. All you have to do is let me get near you. I promise I won’t hurt you.” With a child’s logic Chris slowly and unsurely nodded at his father.

When Leo came up beside him. He saw the red raw marks that disappeared into his son’s leather vest and hoped beyond hope that it was a fight that he was healing him from, not a rape. Healing the ear seemed to make Chris relax. Why? Leo thought. It’s only an ear. Its not like I’ve done anything that would truly earn his trust.

“I know the triggers. You can’t heal something you hate.” Leo looked at his son with question. How? “I can hear only when it’s a question. Weird huh?” Leo had to smile. His son wasn’t weird. He was perfect. Leo knew his powers wouldn’t allow him to heal evil. And his son knew his powers wouldn’t allow him to heal an enemy. Leo motioned over to the couch and quickly rethought the options. How was Chris supposed to sit down on it with wings?

Chris walked over to the comfy old worn couch and shifted to his human form. Leo watched as leather and feathers made way for jeans and a light blue t-shirt. He sat down on one end and waited watching his father for any move the Elder could make. Leo didn’t know witch one to make.

Leo sat down across form him and could only stare at the perfect son he had. In truth Leo knew Chris couldn’t be perfect but just the fact that he was able to sit and talk to him made the entire world perfect.

But Leo couldn’t focus entirely on his son without noticing how the shirt was barely covering some red marks and his ear still looked, maybe only to his imagination but still, hurt. “Chris what demon did you fight? I know Phoebe would gladly help you get a potion to help defend yourself.”

“What fight?” Leo tried to decide if Chris truly didn’t know what he was talking about or was just trying to avoid the topic.

“Your ear…”

“Oh no fight just Wyatt.” The offhandedness caused Leo to pause. Did Wyatt regularly beat him up? Did Piper allow it?

“NO and NO!”

“Chris I’m sorry I didn’t mean she didn’t love you but…”

“My mother and brother have never hurt me. They STILL love me and Wyatt just was being rough.”

Leo’s eyes narrowed, rough? “Yah he just likes to play that way.” Play, playing is safe, maybe…

“What do you two play?” His voice was grave and Chris seemed to take no notice of it as he watched the colours from the window change as it went through the stain glass.

“He likes sex. I like to snuggle.”

“WHAT?!?!?!?”

Chris looked dumbfounded and surprised at his father’s outburst. His human form was gone and his wings were folded neatly behind him. “Wyatt prefers to be rough and I don’t always like it but he makes me feel good during and after so…”

“Chris, no, don’t rationalize it. I…you…he raped you.”

“No, Wyatt and I had sex. He just refused to heal my ear. The stupid bugger.”

“He bit you?”

“Yah he always wants me to let him mark me. Keeps saying it would stop half of the underworld from trying to drug, trick, buy or bribe me into their beds.”

Leo’s world was spinning out of control. He wanted blood for his son. His sweet innocent naive son who didn’t even seem to realize he was wronged. Down there Chris was seen as a sex object. Closing his eyes he felt Prue walking up the stairs to see what was making the noise. Quickly he called out to her it was him and a friend.

Prue opened the door and stared. Sitting on the couch was an angel. Not Leo style, wings, feathers, innocent allure ness and… black leather?

“My brother says I look nice in it.”

“Chris is a telepath. He can hear questions. Um, Chris this is Prue one of my charges and a charmed one.” Immediately Leo saw the change form ease to fear. It took a few moments to click but Leo did to the fact that Chris considered himself a demon. So naturally Leo bringing in one of the three most powerful witches of all time was going to set off his son’s alarms. “Prue this is my son, Christopher.”

Immediately she realized he was in danger and tkayed the murderer across the attic.

Nothing happened.

Prue tried to throw him again but was hit with his energy ball. It was low-level and so barely touched her but still stung. “Chris stop.” Leo tried to grab his arms and stop him before he threw another and Prue ended up vanquishing him but Chris’ eyes clearly told Leo he didn’t realize what Leo was trying to do.

Trying to restrain a very pissed and frightened angel was not and easy task Leo had to give in and twist part of Chris’ wing to get him to stop trying to break free and listen. The sounds that fallowed it were unmistakable. The bones on Chris’ right wing snapped and shattered under Leo’s strong grasp. Chris started immediately sobbing and Leo guided him to the floor. Stroking his hair while shushing him Leo looked over at Prue to make sure she was alright. The witch only looked confused at him as he held a demon so tenderly.

“Leo I know you want to save him but…”

“No Prue he didn’t mean to do it. He was innocent. The spell he used to try and get away from them wasn’t meant to harm anyone. It just backfired.”

Prue let it sink in. They had their share of spells go amiss and destroy stuff. Magic was unpredictable. She watched closely as Leo still tried in vain to shush the crying demon. For all of what Leo said this made her believe he wasn’t evil. His wing bled red blood and was twitching as Chris tried to get away from Leo.

Quickly she realized that Leo was trying to get to the wing to heal it and sat down helping to restraining a now full out panicking angel. Leo was thrown as his eyes met Chris’ glare. Hitting the book case only hurt for a moment before the darkness stole him. He could still hear Chris and Prue struggling as he wished he could heal Chris’ wing.

Prue was now bit, scratched and burned, (Chris had some form of electro kinesis) and wasn’t happy. He was bleeding and she needed to reach Leo to check on him. She knew though that the moment he was out of her arms he was gone. Swearing to herself she released him. There were more important people to her then this half demon who didn’t want her help. She heard Chris shimmer as she reached Leo checking for a pulse. Slowly he was coming to mumbling something about Chris and safe.

Forming down in the underworld Chris dropped on his bed crying. Slowly and tenderly he probed the damaged tissue and bones. Wyatt would have to take his time healing it if he did. Wyatt hated it went Chris was hurt. Chris had always feared that he would receive some punishment form his brother if he showed up with something this bad.

Maybe it will go away? Chris had never had an injury that didn’t. So logically his body would just heal. Reaching over onto his night stand he pulled out a small flask and took a few dinks of it. The sleeping potion had been prepared by his mother for when he couldn’t find it on his own. Curing up into the pillows with a wince Chris told himself it wasn’t really bad. He just needed to give it time.

Wyatt felt Chris return home and could tell he was asleep. Probably tried after finding someone to play with. He really didn’t want to claim Chris. He wanted his brother to find someone to love and cherish. He just wanted that person to be him. But Wyatt knew that even though the demonic world saw them as okay to fuck, marring him wasn’t in the cards. He could keep Chris forever, just not as anything more then a sex toy and he didn’t want others to think about Chris like that.

Anyways the Source had already taken an interest in him. He had already been asking some questions about the cherub and Wyatt had to answer them truthfully. The source already knew what Chris liked to eat, how late he liked to stay up, and how high his endurance was. Wyatt hated answering those question. The more the Source knew about Chris the closer he was to losing him. The Source wanted more then just another Seer.

Shaking his head he started to make for his brother’s room to see if he was hungry. They could go to the surface and find something. Chris liked Chinese food and Wyatt smiled at the thought of what he could do with extra sweet and sour sauce.

Slipping the curtain aside that covered the entrance to his brother’s area of the caverns Wyatt’s mouth started to water. Chris was curled up and sleeping. His wings fanned out behind him and his skin never looked more delicate. Pale porcelain, and untouched. Like he was a doll made from glass to be put on a mantle and worshiped of its beauty. Breathing in he stiffened. Blood.

A few sniffs and Wyatt moved over to Chris seeing the soaked sheets and injured wing. Quickly he put his hand over the mangled bones and flesh to heal it. He almost got sick as he watched the sensitive flesh move to cover the reforming bones. Who ever did this was going to die!

His brother slept on after Wyatt was finished. He leaned over and sniffed his brother’s hair, seeing if the scent was there. Going over every part of Chris he couldn’t find a demon’s smell that he dreaded to find, only…only a witch’s scent and their father’s.

Growling he noticed the potion for sleeping on the bedside table and recapped it. Wyatt tossed it back in the draw and rubbed Chris back. Why did he not come and get him to heal it? Wyatt would of. Instead Chris had only been trying to deal with the pain, alone! Wyatt shook his head again and moved to wrap his brother up in his wings. Shifting them both until they were comfortable Wyatt couldn’t smell anything but Chris’ blood. It was intoxicating and made him hard when all he wanted at the start was to hold Chris while sleeping.

Slowly he began to lick at the feathers that still bore the blood to clean them. He moved inwards and started to lick Chris’ back. The sweat and salt mixed with blood. A taste that almost ever demon loved. Carefully he moved his wings off of Chris and started to turn him over on his back. He was on his knees now pulling Chris so he was resting his head on Wyatt’s shoulder while he re-positioned the soft wings. Once one was on either side of Chris he gently laid the cherub down. Chris eyes stayed contently closed due to the potion and Wyatt thought he looked ready to be raped.

Docile and delicate Chris had always excited him more then any female. More then any other male. Wyatt moved so he was in between Chris’ relaxed lags and quickly orbed off both of theirs clothes. Mumbling something in Latin Wyatt waited for Chris to respond.

Green tired eyes slightly opened to see Wyatt moving to cover him with his own body and tried to scoot away. A whimper/moan was all Chris could do in his sate to tell Wyatt off. He wanted to sleep. He wasn’t in the mood for a game. Wyatt only smiled harder as parts of his anatomy came alive at Chris’ voice.

Purring against Chris’ neck Wyatt heard his breathing even out more and checked to see that he had naturally fallen back asleep. Chris wasn’t fully under the influence of the potion now and Wyatt so knew how to wake him up. Moving on to his hands and knees Wyatt crawled down his brother’s body kissing here and there to gain sighs and light moans form the cherub resting against the white silk pillows.

Wyatt’s tongue snaked out as he reached his destination and started to leave licks all over Chris’ length. Stopping when he heard Chris pained whimper he knew his brother wanted more. Sliding the length into his mouth he took Chris to the back of his throat. Shifting around and repositioning his arms Wyatt relaxed his throat and took the cherub deeper. Rewarded by the gasps that the half awake demon was making Wyatt started to move up and down on the shaft. He sucked until he felt his brother would bruise and watched the whole time as Chris’ wings beat against the bed and his hands gripped the sheets until his knuckles went white. Moaning himself caused Chris to shudder even more as Wyatt upped his pace to bring the cherub ecstasy. His brother had been hurt. Wyatt was determined to force the memory of the pain as far from his mind as possible.

He felt Chris started to move the rest of his body to Wyatt’s motions and he let his fangs slide against the soft, sensitive flesh. Without tearing Chris he let him know he could. Even in the dream world that refused to let him go Chris understood that this was Wyatt pleasuring him. With Wyatt it was never just pleasure.

Moving up Wyatt pulled Chris knees up to bend and positioned himself at his brother’s entrance. Slowly he entered his body, stretching him as he went. Wyatt’s eyes were tightly shut as he felt the tightness consume him. He wouldn’t have this body for long but since right now he could still he was going to enjoy the ride.

Once inside of him Wyatt moved so he was supported by his arms and started to pull out. Leaving his tip still in he pushed back forcefully and caused Chris’ entire body to arc. His hands still clutched the sheets as Wyatt started a steady rhythm. He kept the pace slow and enjoyable for both as the came closer and closer to heaven. Chris’ hands slowly released the sheets and gripped his brother’s arms.

Wyatt looked down at Chris shining green eyes and was entranced by the love and trust in them. The lust was there too as always but love was what always made him want more of Chris. It was what he had been built for. It was what he was designed to portray. Wyatt started to speed up and watched as Chris couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore and shiver from the pleasure. Growling at him mate Wyatt rocked in and out bring them both so close but staying slow enough to keep the end away.

Leaning down Wyatt took Chris’ mouth in a searing kiss and forced his way into his brother again with such ruthlessness that it caused all of the cherub’s muscles to clamp down and both came.

Collapsing against Chris shoulder he slid out and looked up at his cherub. Chris moved his arms around Wyatt and stroked his head. Still trying to catch this breath Wyatt shifted so he was no longer on top and snuggled into his brother. He would question Chris later about his wing but for now he wasn’t able to form words more then wow.

Chris continued to stroke Wyatt hair as his brother fell victim to sleep. Smiling gently Chris knew his brother had cared for his wing and not been mad. Maybe it had all been a dream and Leo had never kidnapped him. Chris’ mind was slowing down as sleep tried to take him down too. Not caring much Chris let the predator catch him.
-tbc…

By the way I found my uniform and the gremlin is now locked in the closet until I get home tomorrow. I’ll write more then. So please review so he won’t pout when I let him out.