Playtime

I’m going to have to go with HotFan in here. A good idea is a good idea.

Oh by the way any spells I use are either directly from the show, or just altered a little. I usually get them off a web sight found here at http://www.nullasalus.addr.com/index.php. It’s really good.
Oh and look it’s longer then the last one.

Chapter 5

Wyatt got up off the witch. Sitting at the edge of the bed he tried to control his temper. Chris had used his powers against him. Not in a bad way but still the little imp was trying to control the situation. Well that stopped now!

Getting off the bed he walked out of the room barely noticing the coolness. He barged right into his alter room and hasty flipped through the book. ‘Ah here it is.’ He read over the spell a couple of times to make sure he got it right and walked back to the bed room noticing Chris cloths were dropped haphazardly in the same direction. He would have to teach Chris to keep his things tidier too it seemed. Chris was spoiled rotten child. Wyatt knew he did most of the spoiling since the Event.

Picking up the dress shirt he saw Bianca’s lip stick on the collar. His brother at least picked powerful friends. He idly wondered if Bianca knew who Chris really was. Probably not, Chris tended just to tell people that he was part demonic and had an overprotective brother to stop them from asking why he had bodyguards. It was mostly true. Running the cotton shirt through his hands he wondered how the lipstick got there. Maybe when they were dancing or goofing off. He knew that Chris loved him and that he loved Chris and best assassin or not if that bitch tried to get in between them she was toast.

But he also knew that Chris had been getting whiny lately. Complaining about how much time Wyatt spent away from him and looking put out when Wyatt would suggest that he hang outh hth his friend for the evenings. Closing his eyes and shaking his head he knew it wasn’t fair to be mad at Chris. He was drunk and feeling unloved. Wyatt was probably doing a damn good impression of Leo right now. Trying to rationalize his neglect with how much his work meant while being jealous over Chris looking for attention somewhere else. He was like a kitten in so many ways.

But his kitten had stepped over thee ane and had to be taught to stay in his playpen. Wyatt picked up the shoes and placed them against the wall so no one, namely him, would trip over them in the morning. Shaking his head he tried to think of a way to get the message through to the imp tied to the bed and it dawns on him as the smile spread. He was acting like a spoiled child so deal with him like a spoiled child.

Walking back into the room he saw the child had curled into a ball and was fast a sleep. That was not fair! Chris had woken him up and now he was a sleep! That’s it. Dropping the shirt in the hamper and picking up an athema from his desk he marched over to the child. Quickly uncurling his legs from the rest of him he startled his brother awake and slashed through the straps holding his ankles. He dropped the legs and roughly undid the cuffs holding the wrists and nearly ripped the gag from Chris mouth. The only thing the witch still had on was the leash and collar. Yanking the leash to force Chris to look him in the eye he glared at the angel. “Who said you could sleep? I do recall you taking that away from me, huh?” Chris cur curled back further away from Wyatt trying to escape the anger.

Closing his eyes Wyatt tried to calm himself. His mood swings have been terrible lately, a declaration to the stress he was under from the Resistance. Opening them back up he saw a trickle of blood making it’s way down Chris’ chin. He wrapped the leash around his hands a few times again and leaned down licking the blood from the child’s chin to his mouth. Once there he sent healing through hwn twn tongue to the mangled lip. He felt Chris relax a little. Clearly he had frightened him enough that he wouldn’t try anything again. But still, he pulled back when he was certain the pout wasn’t damaged anymore. Still holding Chris up a few inches and preventing him from lying on the plush pillows he chanted…

“I take your hands in mine
And with this string I will entwine
Your powers I'll forever bind
From now until the end of time”

Chris looked like you just told him his kitty died. Pouting as he whimpered at the loss of the magic. He couldn’t feel Wyatt anymore, he couldn’t use it even a little to judge him.

“Now Chris I’ll give you’re your powers back later after we play.” If Wyatt thought Chris looked vulnerable before but he was amazed at the results of the spell. Chris seemed to shrink into himself and lose any sign of confidence he had. Powerless and restrained the dark hair witch couldn’t help but start to sob.

Wyatt watched him with fascination. He always thought that if Chris lost his powers he would be fine. That he would try and live a normal life like their mother wanted them to. But here he was weeping as if he lost part of his soul.

Alone. That was all Chris felt. No more voices of feelings, no more Wyatt there loving him. If this is what everyone else felt he would gladly take whatever Wyatt gave him to get his powers back. He’d even let that damn cuff back on his dick to gain them back.

Wyatt smiled when Chris tried to make physical contact and gasp at the lack of emotions. He was cut off from his powers until Wyatt was happy. And he had no idea because of the lack of powers when that would be.

Wyatt loosened his hold on the leash and let Chris sink into the pillows. “Stay.” Getting up and walking back to the dresser he notice some light was filtering through the windows. He grabbed a few more straps and some silk scarves. He didn’t want to hurt, hurt Chris too much more. But he still needed to hurt him a little more.

Climbing over top of the frightened pet he strapped his arms back to the headboard spread away from each other. Chris was efficiently pinned now but still. Sliding down him he took one of his ankles and brought it up to the wrist and strapping it in place beside it. Repeating the process with the other he marveled at Chris flexibility. He ran his tongue over the back of Chris knee. He could taste the sweet and semen that covered most of the cherub’s body. Both of theirs mingled to create the most erotic of flavors. Running his hands from the bound one’s feet to his ass he loved the feel of the damp skin. Needing the firm bottom he moved to the crack and licked Chris. As always he was clean but Wyatt was going to make sure of this. Looking up to see if Chris was enjoying this he met bright green feverish eyes. Chris was trying to keep them open to watch Wyatt. He was still trying to gage his moods.

Pushing himself up he tied the scarf around Chris eyes. Blind and powerless cause the sobs to return. He mewed and cried all for Wyatt’s enjoyment. Running his hand firmly over the bottom he wondered if Chris had any idea for what he wanted to do now. Well only way to let him know for certain.

HE raised one of his sword callous hands and snapped it back against the tender flesh. Chris jumped and whimpered. Wyatt liked this. But Chris was a screamer in bed usually; he saw no reason to have his little brother change this now. Spanking him a couple more times he caused the cherub to cry out more directly. He orbed a bottle of oil to his hands and spread some over the red patches forming on Chris bottom. Slipping his fingers to trail the path his tongue took he raise his other hand and delivered another blow to the unexpecting innocent.

He began to spank him as he drove a finger into his opening. Keeping them going at the same time he wondered how much more abuse Chris could take before his body would finally give out. Only one way to find out.

-tbc