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Okay I knoew I disappear for a month and you probably want to hang me but I was sick and out of the country for a while and busy because of stupid parents. Stupid computer stuff and oh stupid gremlins who didn’t want to be muses for a while. They just sat there and played poker with my deck of cards. Not even letting me play. They were mean. But today they pounced once I could breath normally and decided that the story needed to be updated.

They even found the right music to play and were happily chatting to me while I typed. I think they found my cough syrup and well, it had codeine in it. S yah thye might be a little zoned out right now.

Oh I named them. The first one is Love and the second one is Kiss. So with Love and Kiss on with the show.

*they’re giggling now, help!

Chapter 21


Wyatt shifted around and found them both in their usual bed. He could still feel the jell-o like friction that was in the air that meant he was still dreaming. He did’t understand why he was still in this waking dream but he also still had Chris.

Content looking Chris, if it wasn’t for the fever burning low in his body. Wyatt shifted so he was further up on the pillows and Chris’ head was resting firmly on his chest. He really liked this dream. Maybe it was part of a new power. On the other hand, maybe right now he was being kept here and an enemy was ripping his body apart. He really didn’t care. He had Chris.

Looking down at his brother’s sleeping face he marveled how Chris could look so innocent after being so thoroughly fucked. Chris smiled slightly in his sleep and sighed contently as he snuggled into Wyatt. The rich dark fabrics of the bedding showing off his lightly flushed skin so it gleamed like a pearl. Soft and smooth.

An evil smirk tugged at the left corner of Wyatt’s mouth. He was still here and so was Chris. The smirk started to tug at the right corner. He did know where everything in the room was too. Sliding his arm from beneath Chris, he extended his hand towards the dresser and concentrated. Immediately the silk scarves appeared in the blue orbs.

Gently Wyatt slid out from beneath Chris’ warm body. He let Chris snuggle into the dark silky pillows a bit before slowly turning him over onto his back. Watching Chris’ breathing for a few moments Wyatt started to sit him up. Resting on his knees Wyatt straddled his young lover.

He couldn’t wait any longer and tenderly kissed Chris until he felt the lips twitch and kiss back. Chris never once complained about being woken up with soft kisses. Wyatt kept kissing him softly, tenderly licking at his bottom lip until Chris’ mouth opened for him and invited him in.

Sliding his tongue inside made all of Wyatt’s blood rush south. The heat, the slickness and the absolute knowledge on what it would feel like to cum inside of the beautiful mouth he was kissing made him groan with pent up desire. Wyatt slid his hands to Chris’ sides and lifted him up until he was sitting against the headboard.

The headboard was one of Wyatt’s favorite things in the world. Wyatt slid his arms fully around Chris and began deepening the kiss with power and lust. He heard Chris moan and felt his brother’s hip rise up seeking the friction that Wyatt too desired. Wyatt let his brother rub against him for a few more breaths before pulling back and sitting on Chris’ knees.

Chris slumped forward and was caught by Wyatt’s chest. He rested his head there willing the universe to stop spinning. Wyatt could only chuckle gently at Chris. While he seemed to be still half asleep he was reaching out with gentle, slow, yet still roaming hands and finding more and more places that sent Wyatt’s nerves blazing.

Gently Wyatt pulled at his brother’s wrists and made Chris look up at him. He had Chris suspended between his longer arms as he fought to keep his eyes open. His hair had grown a bit but did nothing to hide the flush that spread across his cheeks and neck.

Wyatt captured the mouth in a kiss and released Chris’ left arm. He leaned forward and started to bind his brother’s right arm from elbow to wrist to the headboard. He was satisfied when it took two scarves and many knots to keep Chris from being able to slip out.

Then he took another shorter one and tied Chris hand to the board as well. He looped the silk over his brother’s palm and between his thumb and other fingers. Savoring the image Wyatt leaned closer and took the thumb in between his lips sucking on it gently. He slid it in and out a few times waiting for the mew of impatiens that would come.

Chris stayed quiet watching and feeling Wyatt tenderly teasing him. He knew that Wyatt could be cruel in his teasing and liked the softness but…he also knew Wyatt got more energetic and determined when he wasn’t encouraged that what he was doing was enough.

Wyatt pulled off the digit with a light nip and glare at the panting cherub. Chris was playing. A smile grew again as Wyatt remembered this game: make Chris scream. Carefully Wyatt turned his attention his brother’s left arm. Repeating the dressings to secure the cherub’s body to the headboard Wyatt licked each of Chris’ fingers this time. Nipping them as his tongue reached their tips.

Leaning back he openly appraised his brother’s predicament. Bound and willing! Wyatt climbed off of him and laid down so he was facing his brother’s naked groin. A few licks and Chris was mewing for more. Wyatt tasted the pre cum and slid his mouth over the head. Sucking gently, he rubbed his hands up and down Chris inner thighs. Chris was partly struggling against the bonds holding him and partly grateful for their help in staying at least partly upright.

Wyatt slid his mouth further down Chris’ length until he deep throated it. He pushed his tongue against the underside and heard the cried form his brother’s throat. With practiced ease, he let it slide back out of his mouth and into the cooler air. Wyatt sat up again and moved himself so Chris’ legs were over his own. Wyatt was perfectly placed to have the time of his life but waited.

Gripping Chris’ cock lightly, he let his hand take over for his mouth as his other hand sought out his brother’s sensitive nipples. Pinching them lightly, Wyatt made them stand at attention. Leaning forward, he caught the other one on his teeth. A sharp bite and Chris’ eyes were closed gasping at the pleasure/pain.

Wyatt licked the reddened bud as apology and moved up to nuzzle Chris’ cheek. He was getting warmer but not from the fever. Wyatt moved so that their cocks could slide lightly against each other and continued to tease his tormented kitten.

Chris huffed at the slight contact and pouted enough to make his brother laugh. Wyatt knew Chris liked firm, not delicate. He liked to be owned not kept under a glass dome protected from dust.

Wyatt slid back from Chris a bit and moved his two of his fingers to Chris mouth. Eagerly Chris sucked on them both understanding Wyatt’s promise and giving one of his own.

As Wyatt moved his fingers slowly out of Chris delicate mouth, he felt a tug on his soul. He tried to grab Chris to keep him grounded as holding Chris had done so many times before but it was too late.

He woke with a gasp as quickly searched his bed. Chris wasn’t there. He wasn’t tied to the headboard; he wasn’t snuggled in the blankets. He wasn’t here loving him. Wyatt fell back into his pillows. He denied his tears. Part of him whispered that it was good to cry. Crying meant you still had a heart. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

No Chris. No salvation.

Chris jerk awake so violently that Phoebe was certain she was about to be hit with one of his powers. Whatever he had been dreaming about had wound him up so tight he had been whimpering quietly in his sleep. “Hey it’s me. Just checking on you.” Chris sank back into the couch and took a deep breath.

He still felt sick but those eyes burned him more then the fever. Phoebe was trying to help him sit up and took into account his flushed face and sweaty brow. “You look like a demon took you for a ride and a half.”

“Nah, if one did I would have at least had some fun.” He gave him usual smirk that always got him into trouble and watched as her eyes narrowed and a snort escape her.

“Chris you’re sick. Why didn’t you tell us?” Phoebe was getting impatient. Their family looked out for each other. It was what Halliwells did. Chris should know that.

Chris turned fully to her with a look of total amazement. “Why? Leo would just say I should go back to my own time and Piper would say I wasn’t being a good white lighter. Paige would go running off to find the demon and you…you would go answer your letters. I’m fine the worst of it passed while I was sleeping.”

Quietly Phoebe sat down on the floor in front of her grown up, not even born yet, nephew. She could see so much of Piper and Leo in his body and eyes. His very soul screamed so loud of Halliwell heritage it was frightening. She could see bits of Paige and herself there too. The way he walked and spoke when in battle. “I’m sorry.”

Chris’ eyes dropped to the floor. He didn’t want to fight. Not with his family anymore. Not with anyone anymore. He was surprised when Phoebe’s hand came up and brushed the tears away from his cheek that he was certain would never be given the right to fall. Sinking in to her arms he gave in and wept out all of his faults, all of his families and all of the world’s.

He could easily give up. Phoebe was the closest to knowing what he felt like. She had given up once. Went with love to her damnation. Chris could have the world given to him on a warm silver platter. Instead, he felt the cold slap of a family who didn’t even know him.

Phoebe held onto her nephew as he cried his heart out, feeling his pain just though the tears alone. After a while he stopped and pulled back. Phoebe nearly cried when she saw how truly tired he was. Tucking him back into his couch/bed, she tried to figure out how their lives got so bad that Chris could only turn to his brother who would manipulate him for comfort. A brother who had turned, by the looks of it, quietly and with great ease.

-tbc

I know short but I’ll try harder. The gremlins are coming back to full strength too. (When I don’t feel well neither do they.)