Inside Is What Counts

Okay I don’t think I mentioned it last time. I don’t own Charmed. I will probably never since I work at a coffee place. Stupid min wage job. Anyways warning sex, lots of it between brothers and such. Not much in this chapter. Will be more soon.

If you don’t like it and have r4eached this far you are now considered …well I can’t spell that word and I don’t know if my spell checker can either.

Oh and second warning I proofread this half drunk. Sorry.

Thank you and have a nice day.


Leo was back to pacing. He needed to find Chris but he was probably in part of the underworld that shielded him. Either that or he could naturally shield himself. His son was hurt. His son was scared and thought that Leo was trying to hurt him. Nothing could be further form the truth. And why did Prue have to let him go? He was waking up on his own. Leo knew he was already dead so it didn’t matter.

Leo’s frustration of a sigh caused Paige to look up. They had all talked and agreed to help Leo save Chris. He was still an innocent. Hell, he can still get into the movies for $4.50. “Leo I’ve looked again and again I can’t find a spell to track him with. We’ve tried scrying honey. Maybe we just have to wait until he comes back to the surface to find him.”

“I can’t just leave him with those demons. You don’t understand. Wyatt…”

“You right I don’t understand how hard it is for you but Chris has survived at least seven years with them. He’ll be smart enough to survive a few more days. After that we can help him.”

“I’m sorry Paige. I know you’re trying. I just want to help him. He’s my son. My youngest son and I didn’t even know about him. Just because of that…”

“Demon?”

“Not the word I was going to say but it works.” Paige smiled sadly at Leo. He was a good man. He just needed to pick girlfriends better.

“Well think about it this way. Next time one of us is complaining about a boyfriend being a warlock in disguise, we have bonding grounds.” Leo smiled and chuckled at her. Paige was trying, really hard to help. Prue was downstairs going over potions to try and find Chris. Phoebe was out talking with a few of her friends that knew about magic. She was also picking up potion ingredients and coffee. All knew it would be a long night.

“I just wish that he was what his age should be. I mean Piper only has had seven years to try to turn him and failed but it was his entire childhood. He doesn’t get those back. I mean, he’s never going to be able to learn how to swim or bike or anything like a real kid does.”

“No but Leo. Deep down he knows you love him. That’s going to count more then a few base ball games that he knows you couldn’t take him to.”

“Thanks.”

Piper walked in to her youngest’s room. Both children were curled up against each other and it looked so sweet. “Wake up!” Wyatt growled when Chris jumped a bit. Her mood had been too calm to warn him.

“All I want to know is how late to meet with the Source are we going to be because of you two sleeping in?” Both boys’ eyes grew the size of saucers and they bolted up to get dressed. Chris grabbed a pair of white drawstring pants that went down to the floor and tied it quickly. Though they were usually used to sleep in, he had worn them to meet with other demons before. Wyatt orbed his cloths to him and finished dressing as Chris looked for a shirt.

Knowing the Source wouldn’t like them being late, again Wyatt formed a plan. He quickly grabbed his brother’s arm and started to leave the room. “Wy, I need a shirt.”

“No you don’t. He’ll forgive us easier if you’re topless. I am and if mom could without it being so openly look-don’t-kill-cute then she would too.” Chris scowled and huffed but didn’t argue. They were late. Any other demon would be vanquished for it but the Source had always been easier on him and Wyatt.

Quickly the family shimmered into the throne room and all dropped to their knees in respect and fear. The Source glided him eyes over Piper and Wyatt stopping on Chris. His wings looked ruffled and tense. Smiling behind his hood, he suppressed a moan of the images he had watched as Wyatt took his brother. He had even teleported in after they were asleep to cast a strong sleep spell on them. It did little more then make them sleep in and force Chris to be presented before him half naked. Turning from the beautiful sight, he regarded Piper. She was as beautiful as deadly. And had chosen evil. Even her own mother couldn’t turn her back.

“Piper your son impresses me. Wyatt was able to kill many of my enemies as of late. Perhaps another gift for your family is in order.” Piper tried to hide her glee. A gift. That meant a power for Wyatt. He already had so many but he could still be stronger.

“My lord...” Wyatt kept his head down and voice respectful. The source turned to his favorite assassin. He was as gorgeous as his brother was just differently. Light features instead of dark yet demonic instead of angelic.

“Speak Wyatt, did you want something in particular?” He would have no obligations if Wyatt wanted a different gift then what he had intended. The boy didn’t overestimate his importance. If he interrupted it was because he genuinely thought his master needed to know something.

“No my lord. I am grateful to anything you give my family but I must confess it wasn’t I who killed the coven.”

“What?” The coven was dead. So why wasn’t Wyatt taking credit for it? He would have killed any other demon who tried to claim his prize. “Who did?”

The Source watched as the smile spread over the demon’s face and reply. “My brother did.” Ah, the Source now understood. Wyatt wouldn’t dare lie to him and Piper was almost beaming so…

He turned back to the fallen angel. While Chris didn’t seem too excited, he wasn’t one to even breath loudly in his master’s presence. The source smiled to himself glad that the hood and dark clock coved the joy he was feeling. Even Chris couldn’t get anything off him with all the amulets he wore. Chris was a murderer. He would never leave their fold.

“Well then a gift for the cherub.” Wyatt stiffened from the use of his nickname for Chris spoken by another’s lips. Piper didn’t even call Chris that. It belonged to him. Luckily, the Source’s attention was on the still bowing and kneeling cherub. The Source glided over to him and ran a hand through his hair. His sharp nails skidded over the pointed ears as he caressed the silkiness. It was still as fine as it had been when he was a little baby.

He leaned down and sniffed. Only his brother’s scent was ever on him. Chris only let him take his pleasure form his body. Still leaning he whispered in his ear. “When your brother dose something like that for me I often give him a gift. What should I give you cherub? Ask and it’s yours.”

Wyatt listened. He was given the same offer before and hoped it wasn’t a test as his had been. He had passed; asking for an enemy killed but Chris was…oh Wyatt knew he would fail. “A better blast.”

The Source stood and considered it. It was relatively a small gift. But, considering Chris’ current level of power output it was a lot. “What would you do with it?”

“Show you what my family is meant to do, kill.” Wyatt smiled as he heard his brother. While the Source seemed pleased with his answer Wyatt noted the double meaning.

“Very well. This will hurt a bit Christopher. Can you stand it?”

“Yes.” But his voice wavered a bit at the end. Carefully the Source threaded his fingers through his dark hair again. Truly he didn’t want to see Chris scream, not yet. Not until he was panting on his bed, half a second away form coming or dying. He wanted to know exactly what the cherub could handle. Chris screamed as the transfer was started.

Leo fell to his knees as intense pain flared through his and suddenly stopped. He had the weird feeling that it wasn’t form one of his charges, a white lighter or another Elder. Gasping for breath as Paige helped him to the couch to lie down he passed out. He didn’t even see Prue run through the door ready to vanquish any demon that dared to take on her family.

Chris came too on a much bigger bed then he expected to. He couldn’t sense anyone near by and shifted slightly into the warmth. The sheets were soft and wonderful and he never wanted to get up.

The Source watched as Chris moved into the warmth. Chris had passed out from the transfer and now was barely waking up. Gently the Source slid his hand down to Chris’ stomach. Even as weak as a mortal the muscles were defined beautifully. He could count the ribs on the journey there and desired to capture one of the rosy nipples between his teeth. Gently he slid his hand below and into Chris loose pants. The cloth was soft against the back of his hand as he began slowly stroking Chris’ length as he slept.

Chris felt was of Wyatt wanted to tease him. He needed firmer touches. They both knew he hated to be so lightly stroked and taunted. He wanted that hand to grab him and pull and squeezed till he came. But Wyatt’s fingers were talons and even in his human guise, he didn’t have long fingernails. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he noticed a hooded figure and instantly felt the Source.

The Source felt Chris entire body tense and freeze. He looked up from where he was playing with the child and saw his eyes fixed on his master. Releasing Chris’ cock, he stood and towered over the beauty. Chris didn’t show much fear to waking up in a strange bed just...embarrassment? The source watched as the blush spread over his face and threaten to cover the rest of his body.

“So you’re a wake finally.” The statement caused the demon’s gaze to drop in respect and shame. Chris hadn’t wanted to show he was such a weakling in front of his lord.

“I am sorry my lord…” Chris voice held as much courage as a kitten as he sat up and started to try to explain.

“Don’t bother. You passed out from a simple power transfer. How pathetic. You are very luck you are fast with spells and premonitions or you would have no use whatsoever.” Except your body. The Source’s fingers itched to retrace the patterns it had been tracing for the past hour over Chris’ tanned skin. Chris kept his head down and didn’t dare to move. Any sign that he wasn’t going to follow orders could result in his death.

The Source smiled. Yes Chris was pathetic when killing but with his new power, maybe he would improve. And he was loyal, not only to his family but also to his master. The Source was certain that if he ordered Chris to fall on a sword he would. But the Source was not about to prove that anytime soon. Softening his voice the Source knew he could coast some more blushes from the cherub. “But you already know that. You know that you’re not even close to your brother’s power but still you have your own powers that even I don’t poses.”

Trailing his thumb down Chris cheek, he stopped just before he reached his lips. A quick flick of his nail across his own finger and a single drop of black inky blood emerged. The Source slid it into Chris wiling mouth and watched as a premonition took hold.

His eyes clenched closed as his body tensed. His entire being stopped existing in this plane as his senses turned inwards. The Source was never unimpressed as he watched Chris unlock some secret that was hidden from even his own Seer. He had started to question her loyalty and found proof that she plotted against him. Chris would never. He was much too naive and loyal to do so.

Chris gasped as he came back to the Underworld. The blood could still be tasted but ignored. “Three, Three witches, I think, Charmed.” Chris tried to catch his breath. It always felt like he had ran a thousand miles after having one. “I think, later not yet…you…they called…ancestors…powers from before…crystals…spell…you died.” The source stepped back. He couldn’t die. Chris must be wrong. But the boy was even more reliable then his old Seer.

Grabbing Chris by the throat, he tiled the shaking form’s head up to look him in the eye. “What did you see?”

“I saw the Charmed ones, they set a trap, and you were vanquished.” Chris knew better then to lie to him even with news that he didn’t want to hear.

“How?”

“They trapped you and used their magic, a spell.”

“What was the spell?”

“I don’t know. I couldn’t hear it.” Chris was struggling to breath and the Source let him go. It wasn’t Chris’ fault and he didn’t was to damage his toy. The source watched as Chris messaged his throat with his head down. He had spoken the truth. Both knew that. Chris was painfully honest. The Source laid his hands down on the exposed back of Chris’ neck and started to rub out some of the tension he had put there. Chris’ own hand dropped and enjoyed the message.

“Did you see when?”

“I am sorry my lord…”

“No matter. The witches grow stronger everyday. I will just have to remove that threat now and altogether.” Smiling down at the cherub, he wished he could still use both eyes to fully appreciate Chris’ form. But his hand would have to do. “You’ve done well my little oracle. You will be joining me more often. I will need your…services sooner then first thought.”

“Yes my lord.”

“Now go before your brother and mother think I have murdered you and hid your body.” Chris shimmered out with out even looking up. He didn’t dare.

The Source watched as the cherub disappeared in black smoke and was glad that he had gotten out of the habit of orbing. It made it so many dark lighters thought he was an enemy. It was almost disgusting the blood he held. Gratefully neither child knew of the extent of the good blood that flowed through their veins.

Taking a breath the Source made up his mind. He would stop the power of three, kill Blethazor and regain the respect of the underworld. After not even Wyatt could sneer at him under his breath for touching Chris or anything.

Chris reformed in an alley way and quickly shifted his form. Once human he strolled out looking for somewhere to eat. He had money. He just needed to figure out what he wanted. He pasted a few restaurants that looked good but not somewhere you went alone so finally decided to walk to Chinatown to find some good grub there.

Phoebe was just walking out of the shop with her herbs when she collided with some teenager. The boy hadn’t been watching where he was going and now her roots were scattered all over the ground.

Glaring up she prepared to yell at the boy when she snapped silent. It was Chris and he had fallen hard too. Quickly she forgot her herbs and got up. Reaching down she help him stand and noted the blood on his forehead. He was bleeding and probably needed to be healed for a concussion.

Chris wasn’t paying whoever had helped him up any attention. His head hurt. He hated falling. First passing out, then falling. God, was he really that pathetic? Wyatt would have never done either. He felt the person help him into the alley way and could feel them start to check his cut. “You’ll be okay. Maybe Leo should heal it though, just in case.” Chris’ eyes snapped open and starred at the witch. Her hair was in two braids and she wore the top he had seen in his vision.

“What do you want witch?” Phoebe gave him a what the hell look and then dropped it. Chris was trying to act tough but even she could feel the fear off of him. He was forgetting to block her.

“I want to help you.”

“What be vanquished? No thanks.”

“Bind your heart to your hate? Chris I saw you do the spell.” Chris tensed and carfully watched her. If he did kill her right now the Source would be so happy. She was part of a huge threat. A threat that he had been informed of today was going to be making a play for him. But ….

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Chris Prue didn’t know. She…she just assumed you were evil. She wants to help ou. We all do. You’re half white lighter. You’re supposed to be a pacifist.”

“He is. Or at least the demonic equivalent.” Both heads turned suddenly to Wyatt at the entrance to the alley way. His being screamed hatefulness at the witch. Phoebe considered just how bad the situation was. One really powerful, upper level demon, and one semi powerful demon who she didn’t want to hurt. And what did he hear?

Chris was paling at the sight of his brother’s anger and emotions. Clearly, he had heard enough. “Wy…”

“Save it.” He growled at his brother and didn’t let up like he would normally when Chris backed up. Wyatt turned his gaze back to the witch as she threw a potion bottle at him. Easily he caught it. “So this is supposed to vanquish me.”

“No, these are!” Phoebe tossed five more and grabbed Chris hand. She bolted dragging the child by his arm down the road into the open street. Here there were people. Here Wyatt wouldn’t be able to attack.

Stopping finally she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Paige. “Come on pick up.”

“Hello!” Paige was having a great day. So far no magic.

“Paige come and get Chris and me or we’re gonna be beat up by his big brother.”

Paige felt her mood sink at the thought of losing her sister and quickly found a place to orb from and met them after not even a few seconds.

“Okay come on, back to the manor.” Phoebe went to grab Chris’ hand and found the space empty. Quickly she looked around and saw him duck into an alleyway. “Any chance of his just finding a good place for me to orb being his excuse?”

“Nope, he’s running.” Quickly they ran after him and caught up before he teleported out. “Hey, aren’t you forgetting something? Like if you don’t stick with us your brother’s gonna kick your ass.”

“I don’t even know if my brother is alive because of you!” Chris charged up an energy ball and hurled it at Phoebe. Paige grabbed her arm and orbed them both away back to the manor.

“Why’d you do that?!”

“Sheesh, your welcome for saving your life from a very pissed demon.”

“I was trying to reach him.”

“Really cuz he seemed to be reaching back so enthusiastically.”

“Paige…”

“No, you vanquished his brother and expect him to be nice to you?” Cole walked into the hallway where the girls were arguing. He was really trying to work on a case but this sounded important.

“Who’s brother?”

“Chris’ brother Wyatt.” Phoebe turned to her boyfriend. A light bulb went on. Of course Cole might know how to help Chris. He knew demons.

“Wyatt, tall built, blond hair, can kick my demonic half’s ass.”

Phoebe was a little shocked to hear that. “What?”

“He’s extremely powerful Phoebe are you sure you vanquished him?”

“Yah I hit him with about five potions.”

“Did you see him go up in flames.”

“Um no.” It wasn’t nice of her boyfriend to burst her bubble.

“Then Wyatt is still alive. He’s too powerful to be vanquished with a potion. Hell I’d be surprised if all three of you can do it together.”

“What?” Paige wasn’t liking how this was going.

“And anyways if you did then you’d just have to deal with Piper or Chris. Even though Chris is mostly window dressing he is good with spells and can go into a kind of fast forward mode.”

“Fast forward mode?”

“Chris has visions like you do Phoebe except he can have them while active. He can’t see more then a few seconds into time while doing it but it dose give him an advantage in a fight. I’ve only seen him do it once and that fight was between his brother and him. He got Wyatt pinned before using his emathicness to calm him down.”

Paige listened with a growing feeling of dread. Where was Chris and would they be able to get to him in time?

Chris quickly shimmered to the alleyway his brother had been in and started to look for him. A hand grabbed his throat and tossed him effortlessly against the wall. Smacking it hard his breath fled and his eyes grew in fear and happiness at the sight of a not even singed Wyatt.

“You’re okay.” Wyatt felt his anger drain as he was confronted with Chris. How can you stay mad at someone when their only concern is for you? And not that five seconds ago you were going to hammer them into the dirt and chain them up for the rest of their existence.

“I’m fine Chris.” Wyatt kept his voice even. Chris hadn’t told him that he hadn’t meant to kill the coven but he also didn’t try to stop his spell. Maybe he was frightened and just liked the after effect. Maybe that was it. And the witch just wanted to try to steal his brother. He should have never told Leo about Chris no matter how much it had hurt him. “So you didn’t mean to kill them.”

Chris head dropped and Wyatt could feel the shame radiating off him. He was surprised when Chris suddenly shimmered out and left him standing in the alleyway alone. God, he really knew how to upset Chris. Under ten second, he was a pro.

-tbc…

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