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Chapter 5

Morning was gone. Bianca was seated firmly on the couch beside Chris who had Wyatt on the other side of him. Chris head still couldn’t wrap itself around what Wyatt and Bianca had going. They were, all three of them, now in a relationship. Wyatt wasn’t mad, in fact he had been happy to have another body to snuggle wi Tha That had sent a stab of jealousy through Chris. He didn’t like to share either.

But what can one do when you’re basically more then forgiven by your current lover and told that you didn’t have to give up your newest one. So here he was, watching an overly sweetly lovely rendition of an old movie and being molested by two sets of hands. They weren’t really molesting him, just holding and stroking and, well, Wyatt was molesting him. Bianca was just teasing him.

Chris shifted to lie against Wyatt’s chest some more and pulled slightly on Bianca’s arm. She followed the gesture and snuggled down too. She was smiling at him and Wyatt. She seemed perfectly fine with being with two men at once. Even with the two men being brothers. Most creatures tended to be closed minded about it. Chris remembered some demons calling Wyatt sick to take his brother and then those demons found out what Excalibur tasted like.

The movie was boring. Wyatt seemed to like it but Chris couldn’t keep his eyes open. Maybe it was because since they got up and Bianca came over they hadn’t stopped rediscovering the word sex. Chris liked sex. Hell he loved how he felt when he was held, loved, protected, worth something. But the sex had been like Wyatt was claiming him again. When Chris closed his eyes he could see Wyatt pushing into Bianca’s body as she sucked on Chris, he had watched Chris. Watched for something, maybe that he was enjoying this more then when Wyatt sucked on him.

Whatever the reason, Wyatt had been watching Chris all day. It unnerved him when his brother did things like thing. Okay maybe he deserved it. He did go and cheat but Wyatt had already said that it was okay. And in this family that meant… shit, really it meant that everywhere. Maybe Wyatt wasn’t as happy as he said about Bianca. Maybe he was just trying to make Chris happy.

Chris snuggled a little more and then wormed his way out from a sleeping Bianca and laying her against Wyatt’s chest. He checked on his older brother and found that his eyes too were closed. Seems he didn’t like the movie either. Chris quietly kitten walked over to the alter room. There in the middle was their book. It was always a comfort to see it still in their possession. Many had tried to take it but none could. Wyatt had too many spells on it to ever be able to separate the two of them.

Chris opened it to the front and read over the spell in his head. He altered it in his mind to restore his rs brs but not boost them. He hated being an empath when he got a power spike. He really didn’t need to actually feel the cramps that the secretary was having during that week. Saying the spell Chris felt his mind expand. He felt Bianca was having a very naughty dream and Wyatt was fitfully dozing. He felt his elder powers return full force as he orbbed up there.

He didn’t really know why he always chose to come up here when he had to orb just anywhere. But for moments like this. Moments where you just wanted to feel yourself orb, up here was pretty safe. And Wyatt couldn’t follow. So up here was all Chris’. He had asked Wyatt why he couldn’t get up there and Wyatt had just said that it had to do with the last thing the Elders had tried against them. He wouldn’t talk anymore about it then that. Chris just assumed that they had tried to separate them.

The Elders had betrayed them and tried to take Chris away to become one of them. Leo had even help according to Wyatt. Apptly tly Leo had been sent to kill Chris and bring his soul up there. Chris didn’t really ask for any details after Wyatt had told him that. Wyatt’s face had changed when he told that story. It seemed to crumple, and he couldn’t meet Chris’ eyes. It almost seemed that he had failed Chris. Like he had hurt him and didn’t want to see Chris mad at him. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out that Wyatt had probably killed Leo to save Chris.

Chris still like how it was up here. It was calm, no demons, no brother, no fear. Chris didn’t really know what he should be afraid of lately. Since Wyatt had found out about his affair with Bianca and…

…no Chris rethought his memories. Bianca had been the only person he had been with other then Wyatt. But something itched in his brain. Something that wasn’t going away with Chris standing there shaking it.

Why had he wanted to name another? It was like when he thought about Wyatt going away for meetings and leaving him alone Chris got scared for no reason and made Wyatt take him with him. Wyatt never minded the company but did try to tell Chris that he’d be busy and so Chris would get lonely. But Chris wasn’t ever lonely when… There it was again. It was starting to drive him mad. It was like when you had the simplest word that you need help with spelling and you can’t find it anywhere. What word did he want to spell out? His head knew it. He knew it he just couldn’t say or remember it.

Walking over to one of the benches he knocked the pillow that had been ignored for over 4 years to the ground and sat down. Crossing his legs he tried to mediate and focus on the word, the memory that he just couldn’t remember.

Huffing he realized that it was like trying to catch the caress of the breeze. Not a lover’s strong touch but the dream of one. Chris tiled his head and felt the slight breeze that wasn’t even there. The touch of a lover. A hand too big to be Bianca’s and too soft to be the wielder’s of a sword. A hand that held him against a chest that wasn’t Wyatt’s. Chris blinked. If this were real he’d remember it right? No many people could erase things from him right?

Orbbing back in to the apartment he saw Bianca had been moved to their bed and Wyatt was standing in the doorway to the alter room, arm crossed waiting for him. He seemed tense, like he’d been pacing or something. Like he was angry and di kno know whom to kill first. “I just couldn’t keep without them.” Chris saw Wyatt instantly relax. What ever his brother was thinking Chris had done the opposite. Wyatt was relived and wanted to hug him, to hold him. So Chris did. He wrapped his arms around his lover and breathed in the expensive cologne. Wyatt held him in his firm grasp and lifted him up a little so even when Chris wanted to end the hug Wyatt could still hold him for a few more moments.

“I needed to feel you again.” Wyatt snuggled his face into Chris hair. The cherub just wanted his powers back to feel again. He probably hadn’t meant to leave the apartment, just test his powers out a little. Wyatt understood what it felt like to have so much power and to feel caged. He was partially glad that a resistance had popped up and was trying to destroy him. It made life interesting. Not that life with Chris was boring but they did tend to get on each other’s nerves after a few days of non-stop togetherness.

Wyatt felt Chris try to get down and held him higher. Chris squirmed in his bigger brother’s arms. It was times like this Chris had wished he had a spell to grow taller. He was one of the most powerful beings in the world and here his big brother was picking him on. Stupid football player. Chris wrapped his strong legs around Wyatt’s middle and tightened. He knew how to make Wyatt let go, Wyatt like to breath as much as he d
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Wyatt felt the restraint from Chris’ legs. The little imp was pulling out his fabulous legs muscles to distract Wyatt with. Wyatt shifted Chris in his arms until he was kissing the kitten’s pout his brother wore. Wyatt felt the legs go slack as he stole Chris breathe a much better way then with restraints. Chris’ eyes sailed shut and he locked his arms around Wyatt’s neck as the kiss turned darker, more desperate, like Wyatt was trying to cleanse every kiss that Chris had ever had before from his mouth. Chris let him. He let him claim the spot in his mouth where Chris could taste sweets and bitters. He could taste the butter from the popcorn on Wyatt’s tongue and the salt on his lips. He could feel the scratch of the coarse stubble that ghosted across Wyatt’s chin and loved it. It scratches became faster as Wyatt plunged his tongue into and over Chris lips. He removed ever grain of salt from Chris moth and finally pulled back when Chris was certain his own lips were starting to turn blue.

Chris would have bruises around his mouth for sure tomorrow. Ones that showed Wyatt’s claim over Chris. The cherub couldn’t catch his breath as Wyatt sat him down on the couch. Chris seemed to be so boneless, relaxed in Wyatt’s arms. Wyatt was certain he could squeeze Chris through bars at a prison right now. Wyatt chuckled at the thoughts of the inmates being happy to play with his kitty. Chris was soft like a woman yet still had the hard angels that made him so fuckable. Wyatt had the sudden urge to kiss him again. Tste ste Chris and make sure that it was only his scent on his property.

He abused the small moth again and loved it. Bianca would be gone soon. She was told to stay for a while and be happy she hadn’t joined Mike. Her role was simple: to burn Chris. To make him understand that Wyatt was the only thing that could bring him happiness. She had made a few snarky comments about obsessions and went flying into a few of her walls. She knew her place now. Wyatt was sure. Pulling back from Chris he could tell the kitten wanted to nap. Hell they’d been rolling around the place for over four hours till they took a break and Wyatt now felt hard again.

He wanted to sleep but he needed Chris to help him. Stripping Chris of his shirt he heard the cherub groan. He didn’t want sex he wanted a nap and so did Wyatt. Wyatt just didn’t want to admit that even he had limits. So Wyatt was going to cheat.

Smoothing his hands over Chris chest and down his stomach Wyatt flashed Chris the smile that had won him the title of prom king. It said everything you wanted to hear from him and more. It was the promise of ever lasting love, of a quick fuck or of slow coming death. What ever you wanted Wyatt to be that’s what he could be. Chris had a smile like that but few saw it. Wyatt had once said that he loved it when Chris smiled like that. Because it gave him thbertberty to do anything to the younger one’s body. Wyatt jerked Chris’ pants down to his knees in one motion almost skinning Chris’ ass with the soft hospital style pants his brother had slipped into. Wyatt’s face went serious when he saw that Chris was only half hard.

His hands went to work on Chris nipples, pinching and rolling the nubs till they stood out and Chris was reaching for the smiling tempter. Wyatt’s smile didn’t fade again as he moved down to his knees and leaned down to take Chris into his mouth. He sucked on his brother’s head and rolled his tongue over the slit. Chris tasted like candy to Wyatt. His own member throbbed for attention but knew it was coming. He wanted Chris to be hard as ice when he took him. He wanted to hear the kitten mew. So far Chris was panting and wanting more. He moved his hips to drive himself further into Wyatt’s lips and mouth only to have Wyatt pull off.

Wyatt stood up and stripped himself of the useless clothes. They had only been dressed for about an hour before the movie and Wyatt was cursing his lack of foresight about button up dress shirts. Damn them, now now on Wyatt vowed to wear only t-shirts. Freed from the clothes he climbed back on top of Chris. His slighter form sank beneath Wyatt in to the cushions and Wyatt rubbed their erections against each other. Chris was trying to keep up with Wyatt as he was pulled up and his pants were taken fully off. Wyatt was on overdrive fore sex and Chris on aon autopilot.

Wyatt sat back down and brought Chris close to him. He buried his face in the mess of hair that was his brother’s panting head. He nuzzled every square inch of Chris flushed throat. Chris head rolled and moved to give Wyatt better access. Wyatt’s teeth marked and claimed every patch of skin and every drop of sweat. Wyatt shifted a bit and moved a hand down to guide himself and pushed into his little brother. Wyatt knew it wouldn’t take much to bring both of them off. They wtoo too exhausted to need more then a few rocks of Wyatt’s hips against Chris and Chris’ muscles contracting as Wyatt hit him deep in the spots where Chris found ecstasy. It only lasted a few moments and both were spent. Wyatt was almost embarrassed to find he got off so fast. Well, he was tired but still. He wanted every time with Chris to be special and to make Chris’ heart pound like Wyatt pounded him.

Chris was panting and mewing against his chest darting his tongue out to give kitten kisses to Wyatt as he caught his breath. Wyatt reached down to Chris hips angan gan lifting him off of the larger man. He slid easily out of Chris now that he was spent. At the last moment Chris jerked from a slid of pleasure and caused himself to drop down of Wyatt again. Wyatt had no complaints. Chris felt good surrounding him. Except that Chris hadn’t expected it and tightened. Chris’ eyes were shut as images and palashlashed in and out of his memory. Two demons waking him, a lover holding him, Excalibur in his hands and through Leo’s chest.

Wyatt couldn’t grab on to him fast enough as he orbbed away. Wyatt knew Chris’ instincts would take him up there when in pain. Away from the source, but this time the source was the only thing left that could heal him of it. Wyatt tried in vain to orb up there. It had been the Elder’s last shot against him. A place where Chris could escape to if he was able to fight Wyatt. If he ever realized what Wyatt had become. It could be where Chris could directing his forchilehile being safe and sound. Chris so far had only used it to pout with.

Chris had lain on the floor of the chamber that used to house hundreds of white lighters and Elders for hours. The memories weren’t going away like he’d hoped. Each time after e saw his brother performing the same spell to strip them from his mind and soul. Each time he heard Wyatt’s voice telling him it was okay and he’d be innocent again.

Mike was . Ch. Chris knew that much. His brother wan wanted to see him suffer and he had walked in on it earlier today. It was before Bianca had come over. Wyatt had claimed to need to get some work done and left Chris to his own devices. A nagging feeling from the walls had lead him to orb to his brother and find him lounging on a chair watching Mike be pulled apart and eaten alive by demons. Wyatt hadn’t noticed Chris until it was over and Chris had started vomiting on the ground. Wyatt had looked perfectly content watching the witch die yet horrified at the sight of Chris being sick.

Chris shivered on the floor and sat up. He was still naked and looked around for something to cover up with. A golden colored robe laid a bit a ways. It was charred a bit by the neckline but was meant for someone bigger then Chris so it covered plenty. Chris curled up in it. The Elders hadn’t betrayed them like Wyatt had said. Chris still didn’t know what fully had happened. Those answers were long since dead and cut off from them. But he did know that if he returned Wyatt would simply give him back his innocents and Chris didn’t know if he wanted it back or not.

-tbc

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