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Please note that the first part of this is basically Wyatt’s point of view. He sees things slightly warped as in “Chris couldn’t do anything wrong because this is Chris and why would he want to? Because Chris is his little cherub.”

OH and I’m looking for someone to bounce ideas off of for this and puppet. Anyone interested and willing t help me get the story line straight. I know where this one is going just not how to get it there. The person has to be wiling to listen to my gremlin rant on how much work it is to poke stories out of me. I’d also need someone to beta y stories because I seem to be getting worse. Thank god for the backspace. Email me at either grumpy_writer@hotmail.com or grumpy_writer@yahoo.com. Thanks.

Oh and Dominique I am a guy.

Chapter 4

Wyatt saw them shimmer out and followed. Being powerful had its peaks. He could shimmer in a way that turned him invisible, better then Chris’ astral projection for spying. Wyatt ’t h’t have to hide. Reforming Wyatt looked around. It wasn’t Bianca’s apartment that she used to share with her mother before the mob killed her. Some things even Wyatt couldn’t stop when he was taking power.

He would guess that it was Mike’s place. Potion ingredients littler every surface except the table and couch, said couch was now occupied by a Chris stripping a Bianca and a Mike kissing HIS cherub. Chris clothes were joining Bianca’s on the floor as Mike almost tore them trying to remove them from Chris. The suit was worth over 16 grand; if Mike ripped it Wyatt swore he’d take the cost out of his flesh. Tears threatened to flow as he watched his cherub take comfort in another. He closed his eyes to try to calm down before Chris sensed him.

His eyes snapped open when he heard Chris moan. He wasn’t supposed to make those noises for anyone or thing except Wyatt and ice cream. Bianca’s tongue ran down Chris’ front to his cock and began leaving little licks all over it. As an assassin she was through; as a lover she seem dedicated. He watched as Mike came up behind Chris and cuddled him to his chest. His hands were touching every spot of skin on a now naked kitten. He slipped one hand behind Chris’ back and Wyatt watched with horror as his kitten arched from the intrusion of the finger and purr at being stroked there.

Part of his brain was telling him to kill all three of them now, quick, easy, fucking like they were. Another part told him to make it slow, make Chris watch as his lovers were tortured, humiliated and killed. The last part was the loudest; Chris wouldn’t do this to you. He’s drunk. He’s stoned. He’s Chris and he’s loyal and he loves you.

He stood stone still as Bianca took Chris to the back of her throat. Both of their eyes were closed and in heaven. Chris hands tangled in her dark hair. Guiding and encouraging her on to go faster and deeper. He watched her head bob back and forth, taking more of him each time. He knew Chris had to be close. Bianca’a hands were busy too. While one held on to Chris hip for balance the other messaged the inside of his thigh. Wyatt saw the familiar sweat breakout and the way his kitten’s feet were curling.

Part of Wyatt just wanted to stand there and watch. He rarely saw Chris masturbate and part of his mind said that seeing him with Bianca was even better. He watched her pull off of him and swallow. He hadn’t come. She moved up to impale herself on Chris. Her legs on either side of Chris’ hips and Wyatt stared at Chris’ cock disappeared into her soft folds. Chris’ lips were tormenting her’s with nips and light kisses. Chris wrapped his arms around her and rocked forward. Pulling off of Mike’s hands and into Bianca’s body he heard them both moan. Bianca was holding onto Chris for dear life already. Wyatt knew first hand that Chris was an amazing fuck.

His mind swung back to Mike. He was moving behind Chris getting ready to take Wyatt’s little brother. Wyatt watched as Mike steadied Chris’ hips and got ready to impale him with his cock. Watching Mike, Wyatt saw the witch’s weapon and wondered why Chris would want it. Wyatt was definitely bigger.

Bianca was still moving against Chris and distracting him from the person behind him determined to rape him. Wyatt’s hand moved on it own. His wrist flicked out as Chris shoved himself deeper into Bianca. The energy appeared as Mike wrapped one of his arms around Chris’ shoulders to restrain him. His arm drew back as Mike was at Chris entrance. The cherub didn’t even notice this. He was too wrapped up in Bianca’s body.

Mike hit the wall behind them. He was still alive. Wyatt wasn’t letting him off that easily for trying to rape his angel. Bianca was off of Chris in a blink. She was in a fighting stance before Wyatt could register where she had been. Two athames were all she had on her naked self. Her eyes scanned the room never showing any modesty for being interrupted while fucking. Chris on the other hand had grabbed his pants and thrown them back on. The cherub jumped back to Mike. Seeing him breathing he let out a sign of relief. Bianca still held her ground. She was trying to pick out the attacker. She was a snake ready to strike. Coiled up, Wyatt wondered what she’d think seeing him. Well time to find out.

Chris slowly stood up. His powers must still be mostly bound. He couldn’t sense the attacker. Wyatt saw Chris keeping his foot against Mike. He could only orb people he was touching? His Elder powers were bound too it seemed. He was shaking slightly for being surprised. His little cherub was afraid and wanted to be protected.

Becoming visible Bianca attacked him. He was able to grab both her wrists and stop the knives from entering his skull and shoulder. Her eyes widened at the sight of her lord glaring at her. Usually when Wyatt summoned her he wasn’t in that nasty of a mood. Now he wanted blood for his cherub. “What do you think you are doing Bianca?” His tone was an even threat. Immediately the wrists holding the knives relaxed and her head lowered in respect.

Bianca couldn’t believe her eyes. Why was he here? And why did he nearly kill Mike? Was he part of the resistance? She couldn’t even believe Mike would be that stupid. He had his moronic moments but he liked living. “Wyatt, you, I, what?”

Wyatt smiled at his assassin’s confusion. She rarely was speechless. Naked, speechless, and ready to fuck Chris was defiantly a good way for her to be. “I am here because someone took something of mine, drugged it and tried to claim it as their own. Mike is a traitor to me and I will deal with him as I see fit.” He released her. She immediately went for her clothes and Wyatt’s eyes went to his cherub.

Chris was standing there frozen. He looked ready to bolt if Wyatt made any sudden movements. “It’s okay Chris.” He kept his voice calm and soft. “There’s nothing to be scared of.” He moved closer slowly. Knowing Chris even half naked he had potions hidden on him. Wyatt had driven that into his head since they were together.

Bianca looked up from her vest she was snapping up. She didn’t know they knew each other. Hell she had never once heard Wyatt talk so gently to anyone. Why would he? He got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. It wasn’t like if he wanted Chris he couldn’t have had him. OH God. Chris was somehow his. How Bianca could only guess. It was probably a good guess but it most likely meant her dead along with Mike.

Wyatt waited for her to finish getting dressed before summoning his guards. She at least seem thankful to be sparred the humiliation of them seeing her naked. “Take the witch to the dungeons and my brother back to his room. He is to stay there until I come and get him. Do you understand? Don’t lose him this time or else.” The guards nodded and two picked up the unconscious witch and another one gently place his hand on Chris shoulder ready to shimmer him home.

Chris moved forward. Bashed out of his shocked state by the demon’s hand on his naked shoulder. “Wait, Wyatt, don’t, you don’t understand.” He was trying to form the words together to explain. He loved Mike and Bianca too much to lose them. He knew what his brother would probably do. He just didn’t know how long it would take. He had to take the punishment. He had to explain the Bianca and Mike had no idea who he was and that it was his fault.

Wyatt took a breath and turned to his brother. Chris still looked scared. He was trying to save lives as usual. “I’m not going to hurt your lover. Now go back with the guards and we’ll talk when I get there. I am going to talk with Bianca and you can see her another time.” The demon behind him grabbed one of his arms harder and pulled back. They all wanted out of there before they lost their loves. When Chris didn’t budge he yanked harder. Chris felt the pull but when part of his body refused to move his shoulder screamed out and he heard a pop. This guard seemed to forget that Chris was human and couldn’t take as much physically as one of them could.

Going down in pain he tried to get free. His shoulder was screaming and the guard wasn’t letting go. Chris’ head shot up and he tkayed the demon back against the wall. The moment it had it’s footing again it was hit by Wyatt’s fireball. All the demons and witches in the room starred at the black-eyed source. It wasn’t often that Wyatt let his eyes change. It scarred Chris and reminded both of them how much life had changed since their mother had died.

Wyatt lowered his hand and his head to look at his cherub. He was crouched on the floor holding his arm trying to will the pain away. Tears were flowing down his face and he looked ready to pass out. He was too drunk or stoned to deal with any of this. Walking up to him and crouching down Wyatt cupped the cherub’s face. “Sleep.” So softly a spoken spell but powerful. The younger witch had no way to fight it as his body relaxed and fell forward. Wyatt caught it and carefully sifted his brother in his arms. Moving to the shoulder he popped it back into place and healed the aching joint.

He picked up the kitten and handed him over to another guard. “Be more careful or you’ll wish you were never conceived. Guard him and keep him there.” Turning from the demon as they shimmered out he faced the phoenix. She was standing there waiting to be executed with dignity. He had no intension of lying to Chris. He just needed to set some things straight with her first.

Chris was tucked neatly into his bed and the guard was waiting for him to wake up and try something. Chris was notorious for losing guards. He loved escaping anything. He was a present day magician. He didn’t use real magic half the time, just misleading and smoke screens. It was probably that he didn’t use his magic that the guards had such a hard time finding him. Chris left no trails to track.

The guard watched as Chris shifted in his sleep. He idly wondered if the child was stoned or drunk. He wouldn’t be surprised at that either. Chris had for the past three years been sober less and less. The Elder in him was threatening to destroy his happiness. Wyatt was working on a way to remove part of the Elder from him to give him peace.

Wyatt shimmered into the room, waking the guard from his musing. He bowed to the lord and left. Wyatt walked over and starred down at Chris. He could tell his cherub would be mad when he woke. But he had such good news to tell him. He had even bought the kitten a new toy that him and Bianca could play with. He knew Chris would like it. He loved the idea of having one when he was 16.

Sitting down by the pillows he watched Chris sleep. The spell prevented Chris from dreaming but to Chris it would still be restful. He moved some of his brother’s dark hair from his face. The guard had taken care of him and not done anything he knew some of the others wanted to and some had tried. He had peeled the flesh and muscles from their bone and that of their families. His cherub was not to be touched by anyone who Wyatt did not allow.

He remembered walking in and seeing them raping Chris. One was at Chris face. Sliding his member back and forth between the cherub’s lips. Holding his nose closed so he’d have to suck so they’d let him breath. They had bound his powers while he slept and were having a jolly time with the half passed out witch. He saw the marks all over his brother’s body. Ugly black and yellowish bruises with red, blood dripping gashes across his ribs and back. They had beaten him into submission before and tied up his arms with rope that was now blood stained to make him more corporative. The other demon was at his backside. He hadn’t prepared Chris at all and blood stained Chris’ tanned legs. He was whimpering every so often and that only seemed to encourage the demons to be more brutal in their treatment of him.

Wyatt was just glad that he had decided to come home early from his trip. He had wanted to surprise Chris. He had after erased his tiny angel’s memories. He would never know that Wyatt had failed him. He should feel safe in their home and with the guards that Wyatt handpicked for him. Nothing even remotely like that had happened again. All who knew of it had seen what Wyatt had done to the traitors. All also knew that the younger lord was never to be reminded of it. Doing so would only be corrected with a wave of Wyatt’s hand over Chris’ face and then Wyatt taking pleasure in their screams.

Stroking Chris’ cheek again Wyatt released him from the spell. If Chris was tired he’s stay sleeping; if he wasn’t he’d wake up. Chris kept on sleeping and Wyatt curled up fully dressed against him. He wanted Chris to wake up to talk but he’d been through so much. Chris had been drugged and given so much to drink without him knowing about it. His poor cherub. He’d just have to fix it and make it better.

Chris yawned and shifted around the bed. He couldn’t quite remember how he got home but he recognized the body next to him as Wyatt. His brother was sleeping on top of the blankets. Without opening his eyes Chris tkayed some blankets from the sofa to him. Tossing them back with the help of his magic he coved Wyatt up and snuggled back down. He stayed there for another moment until he remembered last night.

Opening his eyes and turning his head he saw that Wyatt was still asleep and quietly tried to get out of bed. He was still in his dress pants and needed a shower after drinking, dancing and other stuff he did last night. Wyatt kept lightly snoring in his jacket and leather pants. He’d be cranky later when he tried to take them off. Chris really didn’t care. He needed to see Bianca. He needed to make sure she was all right.

Quickly grabbing some clothes and hopping into the shower he was ready in 5 minutes. Closing his eyes he tried to find Bianca. He hoped that she was all right. He hated the fact that his Elder powers were still not working but Wyatt had wanted to see how long it took for them to unbind themselves and Chris had agreed to it. Stupid, stupid half Elder. Finding her was actually easy. She was back in her apartment and sleeping. Chris relaxed himself to orb but nothing happened. He took another deep breath and tried again this time turning into the blue light but reforming standing exactly where he was before. Huffing he looked around the room for an amulet he knew was on the dresser, one he knew could teleport him other places of his wasn’t working, and saw Wyatt ped ped up on his elbows clearly watching him fight the anti-orbing spell that he had cast while Chris was in the shower.

“What’s your hurry cherub?” Wyatt didn’t seem pissed. This confused the smaller one. Wyatt should want to torture him. Hell, Wyatt almost had a right to. Wyatt just seemed tired and he looked at Chris, looked at the clock and laughed. “You usually don’t wake up till at least noon on your own. What’s the change?” Looking at Chris he knew the cherub wouldn’t answer him. Clearly, they still needed to talk. Chris looked like he thought he was in trouble. His poor cherub.

Chris just stood there looking at the man who was about to beat the shit out of him. Wyatt had hit him before. His brother always would apologize after and tell him it would never happen again as he healed him for the bruises. How could Chris stay mad at him after he healed him? There wasn’t any pain or hurt feelings, right? But Chris had learnt how read his moods. Using his powers and Wyatt’s body language.

Right now Wyatt was sleepy and wanted to snuggle. “Bianca is at her place probably sleeping. Will you come back to bed and stop looking like I killed your pet bunny?” Chris slowly came back to the bed and pulled back the covers so he could climb back in. Wyatt levitated himself up and moved the blankets back so he could be right against Chris.

“You did kill my bunny. Remember the one Aunt Paige bought me for Easter.” Wyatt looked up at his annoying brother. That had happened over 4 years ago. It was an accident. Wyatt hadn’t meant to scare it. The poor thing died of a heart attack and Chris had cried his tiny eyes out. That year hadn’t been any better then the year before when they had lost their mother. They had already lost Phoebe and Chris had just lost his pet bunny. Wyatt had tried to buy him another but the angel had said no thanks. That it would just end up gone like evne ene else was.

“Just come back to bed you idiot. I want to sleep with you. And I am not above orbing you back in here forcefully.”

“Why can’ I go see Bianca?”

Wyatt closed his eyes and rubbed his face with his hand. If course Chris wanted to make sure she was okay. But heaven be told she was probably sleeping and would be here later. “Because she’s sleeping and you can see her once the sun is up as you love to say.” Chris didn’t seem convinced. There was something he was forgetting but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He knew that something was being hidden from him. What was it?

-TBC
Sorry for the shortness but me need bouncer. By the way, my gremlin loves you all and so do I.