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Chapter 2

Okay I’m done his hear and still nothing about the ending…*cries*. Well my gremlin has told me to start another chapter of this or risk castration. When he barks I jump so here’s it. By the way Chris won’t be going back in time for the next few chapters. He still has to get mad enough at his brother to do that and it gonna be going that way soon so enjoy.

Chapter 3 (I guess)

Wyatt starred at the snuggling form. He loved watching Chris sleep. Even if it was only for a few moments before they got up. Today they both had work. Wyatt with ruling and Chris had to figure what powers of his he unbound himself. Wyatt wanted to know just how powerful his little brother could be.

The pale cherub stretched again and yawned. After last night’s playfulness Chris had un-cuffed Wyatt and gave him the attention he wanted. God he loved that warm mouth. Wyatt himself had even replayed Chris by sucking him off. He smiles at the memory of Chris thrashing while he was cuming, of how his language still wasn’t up to the standard of politeness that it usually held.

Dark lashes slowly open and glanced behind the blonde’s head. The stupid clock said 5:30. Chris looked back at the content ruler and pulled the dark rich sheets back over his head. He refused to acknowledge the day before the sun was at least halfway up.

Wyatt could only laugh and be jealous of the time Chris had to sleep in. It would be another three days until he had that luxury himself. Three days until he could stay in bed and snuggle the kitten to death.

Getting up Wyatt took a shower and was ready to leave the apartment in about twenty minutes. The lump that was his kitten hadn’t moved. He knew Chris was awake. Chris liked to snuggle into the warmest spot his body could find and Wyatt had left a big warm sport right next to his kitten. Also Chris hadn’t stolen his pillows yet. Wyatt sat back down and wrapped his arms around the still form and jerked it up so that Chris would be sitting on his lap.

The cranky kitty hissed at the ruler for disturbing his nap. He didn’t like mornings. He hated getting up. If he could just convince Wyatt to let him sleep or at least stay in the comfy bed then he’d be happy. May be he could convince Wyatt that he needed to stay in bed too was a good option.

Snuggling into his brother he moved so his arms were around the blond. He just needed to get him back in bed and this he knew would work. He kissed Wyatt’s neck and snuggled his head in the niche between his neck and shoulder. He wanted to fall asleep but wanted nee needed Wyatt there too. So he did what any kitten would do, he purred.

Wyatt could feel the vibrations go down his shoulder and up to his brain. It was like they were trying to shut him off. He knew Chris wanted to snuggle till noon but couldn’t. He had to be the responsible one. Go figure. Chris wanted to play. Oh the little vixen had all the right moves. He was currently moving hrms rms so that the sheets tangled around Wyatt, reminding him of how warm and inviting the bed with Chris in it was.

Wyatt could cry. Chris was teasing him. He wanted to lie back down but couldn’t. He’d have to spank his kitten later for this. “Chris it is not playtime. I have to work and you can sleep for a while longer then get up and test your powers.” The kitten huffed and cuddled more. His head was now against t’s t’s stomach. So close to where Wyatt truly wanted that mouth to be again.

Wyatt glanced at the clock. Oh Chris was starting his habit of making Wyatt late again. He thought he had nipped that in the butt when Chris was 17. Apparently it was coming back, not that he was really complaining. Chris did find interesting ways to make him late.

Wyatt let his weight fall forward and landed beside the kitten on the bed. He used his arms to pull the kitty closer to him and heard it purr again. All he needed to do was scratch him behind the ear and he could get Chris to fall back asleep. Except Wyatt didn’t want sleep.

Chris’ eyes were closed and the smile on his lips was angelic. This angel was still his. Wyatt loved that knowledge. Chris still belongs to him. But even angels needed to be woken some times. Wyatt slid his hand down Chris chest and into the blankets searching for Chris. He found the part of him he wanted and ran his hand down the length. The purrs turned into a gasp and Wyatt stroked the kitty. He slid his other arm around his kitty’s shoulders to pin him to him.

Wyatt used Chris’ own pre-cum to help lubricated his hand, going over the head with him fingers before making a fist to slid all the way down to his base and back up. Chris was trying to move his hips to make Wyatt go faster. He wanted to cum.

Twisting his hand a little he added more feelings to Chris’ dick. His lips attacked the kitty’s neck. He moved his mouth over all the exposed skin. Never hard enough to bruise or leave a mark he nipped at his cheeks. The kitty was panting, totally lost in his own world of pleasure he didn’t notice cuffs being placed telekinetically and quietly around his wrists. The locks snapped closed without notice. Wyatt smiled again. He loved cuffs. He’d die of Chris never wore them again.

Chris hips had a mind of their own. They moved against Wyatt, teasing him, inviting him to enter and be satisfies. With another stroke he released Chris cock and removed the blankets from his body. Chris didn’t like being separated from his precious source of warmth or Wyatt’s hands so naturally his hands shot out to grab them both. The cuffs stopped him and he hissed. Immediately he turned his head and hissed again at Wyatt.e ble blond only propped his head up with an elbow on the bed and smiled. His kitten was in a tiff and now didn’t want to play nice.

Scooting away from the blond Chris decided he was going back to his playroom. At least there he wouldn’t get cuffed. Wyatt snagged Chris’ hips and pulled him back beside him. “You know you don’t mind the cuffs at least. I happen to know you like them. So I decided to use them. Chris you have to let me hesehese things to you a if if we have really made up. Or maybe I should be in a huff about you chaining me to the bed to torment me by no contact?”

His kitten’s cheeks rounded out as the smile spread quickly and a definite he he he could be heard quietly from the kitten. Chris was hyper at least and forgiving. Shaking his head Wyatt couldn’t even pretend to be mad or put out. His kitten was happy and so was he. It was the first morning that they got to have this argument in a long time. Chris wanted to in in bed and play while Wyatt knew he had work. Why were the gods so cruel? Well, Wyatt did have to think, that it might be connected with him killing off about 40 beings who all claimed to be gods of one type or another.

Chris used his legs to scoot down. Wyatt was brt out out of his musing to see Chris’ head about a foot lower from where it was a moment ago and his kitty looking extremely innocent. He then noticed the kitty’s legs raised a little. He was trying t o get his arms in front of him. It was amazing how easily Chris could do it. Wyatt leaned back and let the kitty. A few huffs and one small mew, caused when the cuff chain decided to catch his kitten’s length and Wyatt helped him, later Chris had his hands in front of him. Wyatt still didn’t quite believe that the chain had ‘accidentally’ slipped there on Chris. He just wanted attention and well he got it.

The kitty looked sadly at the cuffs and bac back up to Wyatt. Back to the cuffs, then back to Wyatt. Tears formed and so did his pout. “Meow.” Chris moved so his nose couluch uch Wyatt’s chest. He sniffed at the skin and poked it lightly with it. Wyatt smiled and closed his eyes. Chris was imaginative and Wyatt liked it. “Meoooow.” He wanted to hear Chris purr again and ran his hand down Chris chest to his stomach andbed bed his abs. Chris scooted closer.

He rubbed his head against Wyatt’s chest and liked his left nipple n inn in appreciation for the attention. Wyatt was letting his hand go lower with each rub. He knew Chris would return the favor so had no problems of taking care of him first. He was almost at his goal when the kitty bit him.

Snatching back his hand and jumping back too he had forgotten how sharp Chris teeth were. That kitty had bit him. Starring wide-eyed at the sulking cat he was not impressed. Wyatt didn’t like being bit. He didn’t like Chris stopping their game just because he wouldn’t admit that he likes one little element of it. Sitting up he dragged the bound kitty over his lap and made him face the ground.

Chris’ ass was high in the air and completely defenseless when Wyatt brought his hand down hard. The smack echoed through their quiet room. The kitten whimpered and kicked his legs trying to get away from his punishment. “Rowe.” Chris was still talking like a kitty probably thinking that if he did Wyatt wouldn’t spank him again. Wrong. Wyatt brought his hand down and left another red mark on Chris lily pale bottom.

Whimpering again Chris tried to squirm off the lap. Wyatt had to use hi other arm to hold the kitten’s back down to stop this so he could deliver another slap. Chris yelped for this one. So close.

Chris continued to squirm under Wyatt’s arms and kept rubbing against Wyatt’s now awake cock. Wyatt closed his eyes for a moment enjoying the feeling that he feline was making. He brought his hand down again and again and again. Keeping the slaps fast and hard he heard Chris sniffle. His kitty was crying but Wyatt wasn’t done.

He lifted Chris slightly off him so he could undo his own belt. Once off he used his elbows to keep Chris where he was supposed to stay and folded it over. Using his entire arm around Chris back to keep himll hll he brought the leather belt down on his kitty’s ass. It was harder then the hand. Wyatt didn’t have to worry about losing feeling in it and the red welts that sprung up were beautiful. He moved his wrist so that the welts made a crisscross pattern over the bottom and ignored his kitty whimpering and whispering to himself. Most likely begging to stop.

He continuded and his arm just fly flying back to for the. Wyatt was beinging to worry that maybe he was realy hurting Chris when he felt the kitten come against his leg. Wyatt stopped the belt.

Chris was whithering on his lap and trying to catch his breath. Wyatt dropped the belt and pulled Chris agaist him. Chri hated using word to relay what he wanted. HE would always say that actions spoke louder. Well Wyatt now knew that Chris liked to be spanked.

Later that evening, after dealing witl ofl of his missed or late meetings, Wyatt watched Chris getting dressed. Earlier one of the magical creatures, a Nymph, which he was friend with, had made the comment that she was glad that Wyatt and Chris had made up. When Wyatt asked how she knew she simply said that Wyatt seemed more pleasant and was late for the meeting. Only Chris had enough power to make the ruler late. Sighing he watched the cherub get ready to go out and see his friends. He hadn’t seen them in over six months and they almost certainly thought he was dead.

His kitten was weari bla black suit with a black dress shirt underneath. He was rummaging through his drawers looking for something and pulled out a small make-up bag. Painting his lips black and adding eyeliner he turned to Wyatt and pouted. “Come.” Wyatt wanted to but knew he couldn’t. If anything happened it he wouldn’t be able to protect histy wty while drunk. Wyatt looked down to collect his words that would break Chris’ heart and back up. Before he could open his mouth Chris looked sadly at him and went back to the mirror to apply his eye shadow.

Wyatt hated not being able to go out with Chris. In some ways Chris had a lot more freedom then he did. He could show his face and not have to worry about someone trying to rip it off at any given moment.

Chris finished getting ready and turned to Wyatt, holding his arms down but out he turned for his approval. Hit kitty looked good all gothed out. He was envious of Mike and Bianca. They got to dance with him and laugh and just be people with him and he didn’t. All of his advisors told him that he shouldn’t even let Chris leave the building. It was risky but Wyatt didn’t want to put him under house arrest and he had like 12 bodyguards. Twelve new ones that Wyatt was certain even Chris couldn’t lose.

The kitty smiled again at Wyatt and shimmered out followed by his bodyguards. Wyatt shook his head. He idly wondered if Chris was becoming a telepath. It would be the next logical step in the direction of his powers. Getting up he went into the kitchen to make some tea and then to look over some spells. He wanted to find something to allow Chris bodyguards to keep track of him, or to allow at least Wyatt to keep track of him. Empathicness mixed with Elder and demonic knowledge was a fine way to avoid detection.

Sitting down with the warm liquid he heard someone shimmer in. Looking up he saw two of Chris’ twelve looking around and curse. He couldn’t help it. He laughed and they jumped. They looked like they were expecting Wyatt to call for Excalibur and slice them in two. “Where did you lose him?” He couldn’t be mad at them. They looked like little kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Sir we simply got separated from the rest of the group and came back here…” Wyatt raised his hand to silence him.

“The others are not with him. I know this because I can sense them around this building. Go back to your homes I will find my brother and deal with my myself.” The demons shimmered out not risking Wyatt’s mood to change and him being less forgiving about them losing the younger lord.

Wyatt shook his head again and he opened up his closet and pulled some older clothes out. He hadn’t worn them in a long time. Gettign changed he casted the spell quickly to make him appear as another. Once done he shimmered to P3. Chris always ended up there by the night’s end. He loved to dance and had asked Wyatt so nicely.

Wyatt entered the club dressed to kill. Only Chris would be able to recognize him with his powers. Chris was still technically Wyatt’s white lighter. He smiled at a redhead sitting on a barstool and then started scanning for his brother. His coat as expensively cut and his leather pants were form fitting. He wanted to dance. He wanted to hold Chris and show him off to the world again.

He spotted the kitten between some florescent orange haired oriental witch and Bianca. They had to be having sex on that dance floor. Chris was being supported from behind by the witch he assumed was Mike, and from the front by Bianca. Her back was to his front and Mike was grinding his hips into Chris ass.

Mike’s lips glided over the back of Chris neck and Wyatt felt a stab of jealousy. That is his kitten! But Wyatt also knew that if he had agreed to go with Chris the other times he asked, hell begged, he’d be the one having sex with him through two layers of leather on the dance floor. Chris hands gripped Bianca’s hips tighter as he ground into her. Her eyes were closed and her body sweating like Chris’. One of her arms reached back to hold on to Chris for support while the other was laced between the buckles on her vest. Mike slipped his hand from Chris hip to undo the pale one’s shirt. Once the dress shirt was undone somewhat he slipped his hand in and began fondling the nipples he found.

Chris’s hands began to wonder on Bianca at this invitation Mike had sent. He unclasped the top clasp of the leather vest she wore to clubs and assassinations. He slipped his hand in and around her breast. She leaned her head against his shoulder egging him on. Moaning she shifted a little to rub against Chris more. She knew what he liked. With one of his hands messaging Bianca’s breast Chris let the other roam down to he plants.

Wyatt stood perfectly still as he watched the scene unfold. Chris was on the dance floor having sex with Bianca. His temper was only cooled a little by the fact that she was a woman. If Chris wanted a girl he could have said something. But the cherub preferred to let actions speak for themselves. He saw Chris slip his hand into Bianca’s leather pants and moved down into her pussy.

He watched as her eyes close enjoying Chris fingering her. Mike’s hands were busy too. They had slipped down to touch Chris in spots where only Wyatt was allowed. He could forgive Biance but not that. Chris had no need of another male lover. Wyatt would make sure Mike never touched his property again.

-tbc
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