Twisted Love

Disclaimer – Do not own Charmed and I am in no way making any money or profit from this story. This is purely for entertainment

Wyatt pov

It has been a week.

Chris has been ignoring me for a week and its driving me insane. He never came back from Grandpas following that night and only came back on the day mum and dad had returned from their honeymoon. Following the event, I had given Chris a day to calm down and think over the things that we did that went way past the limits of what brothers should do. The morning after, I went over to Grandpas to talk to him. When I got there Grandpa let me in with a smile and hug, he told me to sit down and asked me what happened between Chris and us. I asked him what he meant and he looked at me with a concerned frown on his face and stated that Chris had become incredibly withdrawn and distant.

On the outside I appeared calm and concerned but on the inside I felt my gut twist. I felt like an arsehole, I was so obsessed with wanting Chris sexually that I became less concerned about what he was going through. At the same time though, there was a part of me that told me that Chris is rightfully mine and that him being with me as my lover would make us both the happier. I felt my dick throb in approval at the thought of being with Chris again. I had jacked off at least eight times since that night me and Chris rubbed against each other in raw heat. The pleasure and intimacy was more exhilarating then I ever thought possible. At least before I had never experienced his sexual touch but now the need to have him, to physically touch and dominate him was so deep it was both a pleasure and curse to remember.

I told grandpa I'd check on him and went to Chris's room but found it empty. I knew he had orbed out, probably as soon as he heard me. I closed my eyes and tried to sense his presence but found that he was blocking me. Now pissed off and incredibly frustrated I told grandpa I had to go and orbed straight into the underworld. I saw the demons grins as they thought they had a Whitelighter in their midst but their grins contorted into terror and awe when they sensed who I really was. The anger I felt at Chris's refusal to me gave me such power. I could feel my eyes turning pitch black and saw the demons shoot fireballs and energy balls at me; my energy shield deflected them back with ease. Several attempted to flee and teleport but I had contained the area with my force field and they were trapped. It became a massacre after that.

Their screams of agony made me smile.

I returned home calm after that and decided to give Chris a few more days until I tried again. When mum and dad came home today, I was shocked at how happy Chris acted when he saw them and acted as if nothing was wrong between me and him. But as soon as they were out of the room he dropped his smile and walked away from me. He wouldn't even fucking look at me though I know that he noticed my stare on him.

I've been staring at him constantly today, it was the first time I'd seen him since that night. I've noticed him glare at me a few times but he always looks away quickly when he looks at my eyes. I can't help looking now, I've memorised every single second of our time together. The way his slim smooth body felt beneath me, the sexiest most arousing moans I've ever heard in my life and his cherubic face twisted in pleasurable rapture. Just the image of him under me gives me a rock hard boner within seconds. I wish more than anything though that I had just kissed him. I was so caught up in the moment and didn't want to risk losing it that I restrained myself from kissing him. Its funny isn't it; I was rubbing myself sexually against him and yet I didn't dare to kiss him. Even more than the amazing experience I had, I missed him. It felt like a part of me was missing while he was ignoring my presence. I just missed talking to him and having my arm around him and just being in his presence.

Like I said, it's been one long fucking week.

Mum's calling for me and Chris to come and eat. I came to the table and saw dad smile at me while mum called for Chris to come down. Chris walked in and sat opposite me to my delight. He looked very uncomfortable at the sight of me in front of him and would not look away from the table. I knew I should have looked away from him but I continued to stare.

'What took so long Chris?' Mum jokingly asked, as she shoved the plate of Chicken Korma in front of him, 'Were you getting ready for a date or something?' she laughed. Chris just smiled weakly before shoving the food into his mouth.

I felt my temper flare at the comment but laughed along humorously, 'Yeah, sure mum. As if Chris is old enough to date, when's the last time he had one?'

I saw dad laugh along but I noticed Chris stiffening and glare at me. Mum noticed and came to his defence, 'Now Wyatt, you know Chris has lots and lots of time before he starts dating, there's no rush.'

Chris smiled tightly at mum and went back to his food but said no more at the table. I had enough and was going to make Chris talk even if it meant taunting him; I just needed to hear his voice.

'So Chris, do you fancy anyone?' I chuckled amusedly when Chris choked on his food when he heard my question

'Excuse me?' He glared in my direction.

'You heard me, is there anyone you like at the moment?' I taunted 'Has Chwissy got a wittle partner?' I mocked. Chris was turning red with anger and it honest to god turned me on seeing him so flushed.

'Now Wyatt, enough!' mum scolded me lightly.

'Oh come on, Wyatt's just joking around, aren't you son?' Dad smiled at me. I ignored him and continued smiling at Chris. Chris still said nothing and I mocked him even further.

'Aw is little Chris single, maybe I can help remedy that?' I asked in a teasing tone but my eyes were completely serious as I looked him in the eye and I knew by the slight widening of his eyes that he knew what I was implicating.

'Maybe you should mind your damn business!' He snapped and I was taken aback by the anger in his voice. 'Just because I don't fuck everything that moves doesn't mean I have to be a man whore like you!' I knew he was upset but I didn't expect him to sound so angry and hurt.

'Chris!' Dad raised his voice. Both mum and dad were staring at Chris in shock. 'Apologize to Wyatt now!' Chris gave dad a filthy look before muttering sorry to me.

'And Wyatt, apologize to Chris.' Mum commanded.

'Wyatt was only joking Piper' Dad muttered annoyed but mum remained firm.

'But I shouldn't have teased Chris like that so I'm sorry bro.' I stated seriously, looking at him. He just nodded at me before we went back to eating dinner in awkward silence. I continued to stare at Chris from time to time while mum and dad were talking and he was gazing into the distance. As if he suddenly sensed I was watching him, he looked up from the table and into my eyes and it was as if we were off in our own world. I saw his eyes glaze over and it sent shivers of excitement in my gut. I knew he was thinking about our time together and as if in slow motion, I saw his lips part and exhale shakily.

I was almost painfully hard as I continued to gaze at him and from the flush of Chris's cheeks and the almost susceptible darkening of his eyes, I knew Chris was in some state of arousal as well and that just made my erection throb even more. Then just like that, the moment ended. Chris stood up abruptly and all eyes turned to him.

'I'm not feeling that hungry, I'm going to head off to bed.' Chris said quietly.

'Are you feeling ok sweetie?' Mum asked in concern as she stood up and felt Chris's forehead.

'I'm fine mum, just feeling really tired at the moment.' Chris stated as he swatted mums hand away and moved out of her reach and into the foyer.

'But you haven't touched your food!' Mum cried indignantly.

'I'll eat it later!' Chris shouted in the distance, 'Goodnight.'

I continued to stare in his direction. I excused myself from dinner five minutes later and decided to confront him then and there. Now was the perfect time to talk to him. Our parents were busy; Chris wouldn't dare to cause a scene with mum and dad in the house. More than anything, he has had enough time to think things through and talk to me. I'd make him see my way eventually.

I knew he'd locked his bedroom door and I could see from the outside that his lights were on so I orbed into his room and cast an energy shield so he couldn't try and orb out. He was lying on his bed staring blankly at his bedroom window wrapped messily in his covers and looking innocently sexy. As soon as he saw me, he jerked in shock and stared at me but he didn't try to orb.

That gave me some hope.

'Wyatt, what do you want?' He asked nervously then rolled his eyes at his own question.

I was standing over his bed and went and sat down next to him like we used to do in the past. I was giving my best calming and affectionate expression and slowly put my hand on his arm.

'I just want to talk,' I said calmly 'without you ignoring me or orbing off.'

'There's nothing to talk about.' Chris said but he sounded so defeated, as if he knew he was deluding himself.

'I miss you.' I deeply murmured, not saying anymore but expressing the depth of my sadness and longing in those three words.

'....I miss you too' Chris finally replied after a long pause.

I slowly moved my arms around his shoulders and tentatively pulled him in for a hug. He resisted for a moment before he gave in and we hugged in silence. I breathed him in deeply and held on to him tight. He went to pull away from me but I held on tighter and he stiffened.

'Wyatt...let me go.' He muttered in my shoulder.

'Can I just hold you for a little while longer?' I knew I was pleading as I inhaled the scent of his neck.

I felt him shudder as I did that but he pulled me away from him. I still held onto him a bit so we were close to each other's faces and we stared at each other once again.

'We're going to have to talk about this eventually Chris.' I spoke softly as I pressed my palms on the mattress close to his legs.

'Can't we just pretend it never happened?' Chris pleaded with me, his dewy eyes boring desperately into my own. I ignored my dick hardening as the expression.

'I don't want to pretend it didn't happen and I don't regret it.' I stated bluntly.

'Wyatt, it's wrong!' Chris raised his voice, 'This isn't normal for fucks sake!'

'I don't care.' I calmly went on. 'Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you?'

'I got the memo,' Sneered Chris.

'Don't you fucking dare!' I hissed lowly feeling my temper flare, 'You think this has been fucking easy for me? I've gone through everything you're experiencing and I can help you.' I said desperately. 'You just have to let me try' I pleaded.

'You don't want to help me, you want to fuck me.' Chris muttered in disgust and anger.

'Yes I do.' I stated simply not bothering to deny it. Chris made an expression of a goldfish at my statement which would have been amusing had the situation been different. He jumped off the bed and began walking around his room clutching his hair with his hands.

'Stop this Wyatt' he begged turning towards me abruptly. I didn't listen and continued towards him.

'I want everything you have to offer.' I whispered as I grabbed his shoulders.

"Stop," he whispered hoarsely in return.

'I want to kiss you and love you and be with you completely Chris.' I pressed on keeping a firm grip on his shoulders.

"How can you say things like that?" Chris seethed; his voice was the epitome of distress and fear. 'We're brothers! What happened was wrong!'

I felt my emotions begin to darken with lust and daring over his continued stubbornness, my voice echoed recklessness and excitement as I spoke to him.

'You liked it though,' I whispered and I saw his Adam's apple shift as he swallowed deeply. 'We can keep doing this without anyone having to know Chris?' I whispered seductively 'Imagine us together, the fun we could have.' I continued.

'No...' Chris whispered as he closed his eyes but I could see his resolve crumbling. The air around us was becoming charged again as before and before I could stop myself I ran my fingers along his ear. Chris shuddered as I skimmed so lightly it could barely be felt but caused him to close his eyes in pleasure regardless.

'You don't have to say anything now,' I murmured huskily, 'just let me kiss you this one time then I'll give you space to think?' I continued running my fingers along his ears and face and moved slowly closer.

Chris said nothing but his eyes opened and were filled with lust. The desire to claim him was strong but I had to be slow in my approach.

'Chris...just say yes or no?' I whispered seductively in his ear as I ran my fingers along his back thigh.

This was the moment; if Chris said yes then I would finally claim those lips which had given me such a great source of wanking fantasies. If he said no, then I'd try again later but never would I give up. He just didn't have to know that yet.

'Just this once?' Chris finally asked though his approach was one of uncertainty and innocence which caused my dick to throb as the way he spoke those words. He had no idea how sexy he was.

I ignored his question and instead leaned my forehead against his and muttered 'It'll just be between me and you, I promise.'

Our mouths slowly drew close to each other. My nerves felt as if they were shooting sparks, I was going to kiss Chris and the feelings going through me felt as if this was my first kiss all over again. No, it was more special than that, this was my first kiss with Chris and that was more important than my first kiss ever would be.

Our lips were barely an inch from each other when it happened...

I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my mouth against Chris's in a passionate and heated collision. I was letting loose all of my desire and restraints and kissed Chris deeply. Chris on his part had wrapped his arms around my neck and grabbed my hair with his hands sending jolts of pleasure through me.

The feeling was incredible. The sensation of kissing Chris was unlike any other, I've kissed a lot of people but the intimacy that I was feeling with Chris just made the kiss all that more potent.

I slowly lapped my tongue along Chris's lips and he gasped in wonder. I used his surprise to slip my tongue into his mouth and stroke his tongue. Chris slowly lapped his tongue against mine and we quickly got into an erotic rhythm of French kissing. Chris was moaning and I felt myself moan in return, mine echoing huskily into his mouth. The feel of his sweet breath mingling with my own as our lips and tongues clashed will be something I will never forget.

I felt Chris's knees start to go out and so I grabbed his hips and moved him against the wall as our kiss deepened. The deeper our kisses became the tighter we held onto each other.

I felt myself needing more and I used one of my hands to try and unbutton Chris's jeans. It was at that moment I felt myself being pushed back by Chris.

'Enough.' Chris hoarsely spoke as he tried to catch his breath.

'Chris?' I panted back trying to calm myself and figure out what happened.

'You said one kiss.' Chris stared blankly though he was still panting and extremely flushed.

'I think you should go now Wyatt.' Chris said quietly.

'Excuse me?' I replied heatedly 'What about what happened now? Are we ever going to sit down and talk this through?'

'You said yourself earlier you'd give me time to think and that's what I need right now.' Chris calmly stated. 'Just give me some time and then we'll talk about everything ok?' He was pleading quietly now and I couldn't bring myself to say no as his expression.

'This isn't finished.' I told him quietly. 'I expect to hear from you soon.'

I backed off from him and we stared at each other for a few seconds before I walked towards his door to leave.

As I went to my own room, I thought about our kiss and how perfect it was but I know that waiting for Chris to approach me is going to be a nightmare. I know I have to be patient but the thought of touching Chris is making me lose my focus. I have never felt both incredibly aroused yet completely frustrated at the same time.

I think I'm going to hunt me some demons. That always makes me feel better when Chris stresses me out, something to work off the energy I'm feeling; I think I'll amuse myself by torturing a demon or two.

I just hope Chris will approach me sooner rather than later. The thought stays with me as I orb to the underworld.