His Heart

Hey the gremlin has me typing again. Anyone for cross-dressing in the next chapter?
I have an idea on how Chris could get even with Wyatt, no not Wyatt cross-dressing, but I don’t know how far Chris should take it. He still pretty innocent and maybe in the next chapter some demons getting their hands on the cherub. Hrhehehehhe..evil gremlin giving me ideas.

Chapter 7

Wyatt chuckled at his cherub. He was running around his room searching for something to ware to school and cursing his lack of foresight to have done his laundry Friday night. Now Chris had no clothes clean except his demonic ones. Wyatt glanced over at the tight black jeans hanging lonely in the closet. Chris looked good when they had to go undercover in the Underworld. In black jeans and a dark shirt it never took the enemy to long to accept him as one of their own. Wyatt had a harder time. He was better known for his blond hair and scowl. He usually needed a spell to change his face.

But the dress shirt hanging up wasn’t exactly something Chris would wear to school. If Wyatt suggested the jeans alone he knew he'd get a glare. Chris just didn't wear clothes like that unless he had to.

Wyatt heard Darrel come in down stairs and was thankful he had taken a few seconds to throw on pants and a t-shirt. "Anyone home that should be in class and will be thrown in jail if he doesn’t hurry up. I have a warrant that I can use!" Darrel didn't sound mad. He was used to this. If it weren’t for him Chris would eve every single Monday. Chrised Med Mondays with a passion.

Wyatt chuckle and headed down stairs to check the dryer for anything Chris could wear.

Chris groaned. He would have to wear those jeans. Darrel would make him just so he could get to class. Slipping them on over his boxers he felt the pockets to make sure there wasn’t any potions or spells hidden there. When he pulled out a 50. He couldn't remember how it got there.

The last time he wore these jeans they had been at a demon bar and some dark lighter hand pulled Chris onto his lap. He had whispered profanities into his ear while feeling him up. The dark lighter had invited him to come back to his hide out later mentioning tChriChris was cute when he blushed. When Chris had declined the dark lighter had said something about making it worth the young one's while.

Glaring at the money he now realized what the demon assassin was talking about. Shaking his head he was glad that Wyatt had killed it. It died quickly while Chris was still on its lap. He was just glade it chose not to burst into flames that would have hurt more then landing hard on the chair.

Wyatt had glared at a few more demons and then yanked Chris to stand beside him and told him to stay where he belonged. Chris didn't like being treated like this but soon realized that it just wasn't just the dark lighter who was eyeing him. So he stayed next to Wyatt all night. He idly wondered if Wyatt had done that out of jealousy that Chris was getting attention from someone else.

He was smiling at the memory. How long had Wyatt wanted him? How long did he wait for Chris to be old enough to accept this?

Oh well the dark lighter would be buying his lunch and breakfast today. And possibly his and Wyatt's dinner. Pizza for all three sounded good to the hurried teen.

Grabbing his wallet he hoped Wyatt had found him a shirt that at least wouldn’t be like the jeans. They were comfortable to be in but he was used to his baggy jeans that hid all his potions that he might need during the day.

Wyatt opened the dryer while only half listening to Darrel lecture him on letting Chris get away with murder. His smile faded slightly when he realized it was his clothes in the dryer. Okay maybe one of his tighter shirts might fit Chris and not make him look like more of a geek he usually does. Pulling out the dark jeans he saw his new shirt fall on the floor. Grabbing the dark blue cotton up he noticed the curse that his aunt Paige always said the dryer had on it had struck again. His new cotton t-shirt was about three sizes too small for him. Sighing he realized it would just be snug on Chris. He smiled at the though of Chris in snug clothes that would show off his form.

Shaking his head he saw Darrel starring at the empty pot of coffee. Looking back at Wyatt he mocked scowled. “You could have at least saved me some.”

“I would have if there was any but Chris got kidnapped again and I didn’t get around to setting it up last night.” Someone might actually find it funny for the again in there. Chris getting taken by something wasn’t unusual. Mostly it was by a magical creature that was Chris’ friend and didn’t understand that Chris’ family might not like seeing him disappear without a trace. “He came back but because of the healing he doesn’t remember what happened or who took him.”

“So do you?” Darrel was concerned. Chris going missing was one thing, he had gremlins for friends. But needing healing meant demonic stuff and Darrel couldn’t stand to lose the boys like he lost the sisters. It had only been 3 months before they were killed that Darrel was friends with them again. It was Chris who made him realize that he wasn’t mad anymore.

He had come downstairs to hear Sheila in the Kitchen talking with someone. He thought it was a new kid to mow the lawn. But when he walked in he stopped dead. The half grown boy standing there whole and healthy was Chris. No stab wound, no snarky comeback, no burdens. He seemed so innocent and he saw what Chris wanted for his family. What the Halliwells wanted for the world. Chris had just stopped by to return a dish to Sheila from Piper. They were still friends even if it annoyed Darrel. When Chris introduced himself Darrel could see bits of the young man he knew Chris could grow up to be. He rolled his eyes the same way when Sheila mentioned that he was going to be late for dinner and Piper would kill him. Darrel said he could orb from the stairwell, there were no windows there. Chris thanked him and hurried home. The biggest difference between that Chris and this was his smile. A real smile and had so much happiness and innocents in it.

Wyatt also helped make the friendship easier. He had no problem telling Darrel what was going on. He knew what Darrel was capable of being a cop and what he wasn’t. So Darrel was informed of why he was risking so much and he saw the results of such risks. Both Wyatt and Chris were healthy and happy boys. Weird and wonderful and all they were innocent boys who just happened to help save many people’s lives.

“I … it was the Elders.” Darrel thought for a moment that he heard wrong. The Elders, who Leo, their dad was part of, hurt Chris.

“Are you sure?”

“Without a doubt. They stole Chris. Forcibly orbbed him up there and electrocuted him so badly I had to use my sword for a power boost.” Wyatt punched the counter. He hated the Elders. They took so much and they would regret taking and hurting Chris.
Taking a breath to calm down he saw Chris walk into the kitchen topless. He was pouting and looking adorable. Wyatt tried to remind himself that no, you can’t grab him and kiss him senseless. Darrel will say something and then he’d have the police say something. Chris had just turned 16.

“Anything in the dryer?”

“Only this. All the others are either too big even for your taste or jeans.” He tossed the shirt and watched as his kitten struggled to get it on. The kitten hated getting up in the morning without some caffeine and sugar filled beverage waiting for him. And he had already seen the coffee pot.

Chris looked gorgeous. He looked liked he could be Wyatt’s little brother now. You could see the stomach that he got from doing 100 sit ups every two days and the arms that he got from learning how to throw a potion bottle as good as a major league base ball player. He hadn’t had time to brush his hair and it kept falling into his eyes. He looked like a bad boy and Wyatt was glade that Darrel was on the other side of the island or he might wonder why Wyatt was sporting wood for the cherub.

Shaking his head once more at the coffee pot Darrel decide they needed to stop to pick Chris something to eat or he’d be sent home for passing out due to lack of sugar. The boys tended to eat a ton of food. They took after Paige that way. Eating their parents out of house and home. Luckily both love peanut butter and they went through about two jars of it a week.

Wyatt grabbed his wallet and pulled out a twenty. “He grab lunch and breakfast for you and Darrel.” Turing to Darrel. “And don’t let him buy only chocolate bars again. He’s too hyped after eating 15 of them.” Darrel laughed at this. Chris loved chocolate as much as his mother did and regularly ate so much you were surprised he didn’t break out.

Chris grabbed the bottle of potion above the fridge and poured about two shots into a glass. He hated this part of school. He hated it taste, its effect and how if he didn’t take it he would have to stay home. Drinking the glass he scrunched his face up at the after taste and stuck his tongue out. He hated empathicness. Stupid power.

He knew he really didn’t mean it but still when to go to a hellhole you needed to bind a power of yours it is ridicules. He felt the bond to Wyatt lessen, it never disappeared anytime, just almost went to sleep when he took the potion. He hated it.

Wyatt just smiled at the face kittens make when they have to take medicine. It was very cute. He yelled bye to Chris and Darrel as they left and locked the beh behind them. He needed to go talk with his prisoners.

When Chris got back from school he felt like shit. All day people, mostly girls had been whispering around him. A few had came up to him a lunch where he sat and just starred at him twirling their hair and looking ready to run away from the freak he knew they thought he was. They had giggled some more and excused themselves. If he hadn’t said it before or if he hadn’t made it perfectly, scurrying crystal clear, HE HATED SCHOOL! And now the gym teacher had told him that unless he starts going to the competitions that he was trained for he’d have to partake in gym class. Stupid, evil, should be cursed, next apocalypse not saving, teachers. He had also got his geometry test back. Oh yah he loved school.

Kicking his beg into the closet he jogged upstairs to his room to grab the laundry. He didn’t want to go through this again tomorrow. When he got there he saw about 6 bags on his bed and no laundry basket.
He opened his drawers and saw that anything of his old style was gone. Wyatt had struck again. He kept threatening to throw out all of Chris’ “Geek” clothes and now finally went through with it.

Going over to Wyatt’s room he saw there were bags piled by the closet. Chris opened the closet and looked for his clothes. They weren’t there. Only Wyatt’s. Flopping down on the floor he pulled the closest bag to him. He was a snoop. He also saw no reason not to because Wyatt had clearly snooped through his stuff. He closed the bag faster then he opened it. He didn’t want to know what he just saw. He only hoped it was a joke gift for someone and not him.

Giving up right now on both snooping and finding clo clothes, that could be anywhere in the world, he walked back downstairs to the kitchen. He was starving. Stupid brother and his stupid orbbing. He kept mumbling to himself while making himself a sandwich. He felt Wyatt reenter the manor. The potion was wearing off and releasing his empathicness.

Wyatt walked in and set the take out on the counter. It was enough to feed an army. Or two growing, now sexually active, half white-lighter who orbbed constantly. He looked over at his kitten to ask if Chinese was alright and met a very cute pouting and scowling cherub. Wyatt wanted to eat him up.

You took my clothes! Where are they…” Wyatt toned the ranting cherub out as he grabbed plates from the dish drainer. Of course he stole Chris’ clothes but he did replace them. Really cheap,, he when you can orb to another country you can get good deals. He dished out what he knew the cherub would eat and handed him the plate. Chris took it, grabbed a pop and sulked out to the living room. He knew Wyatt wasn’t listening to him. He hated when people didn’t listen to him. Wyatt grabbed his plate and a beer and followed his angel.

The movie was half way done and Chris still hadn’t said a word to Wyatt. Wyatt had tried to explain to Chris before putting the movie on that he looked better like this. And he looked sexy and he should just try it for a week and after if he didn’t like it Wyatt would let him have the geek clothes back. So an hour later Chris was still sulking and staying quiet. He didn’t even make stupid comments on how Billy was going to save the day. To their aunt it had been a horror the first time she saw it. To them it was a comedy. Wyatt mused that they both might be a bit desensitized.

Chris was done is food and pop. He was just sitting on the couch not really watching the movie. He hated when people tried to change him. They would try to make him something that he wasn’t. ‘But Wyatt knows best’ he could hear his father say this, along with ‘listen to your brother.’ And ‘Chris just let your brother handle this. He has enough power to take this demon on alone.’. He hated being reminded that he was second to Wyatt.

Wyatt downed the last of his beer. His cherub was punishing him. Chris knew how much silence bugged him. He knew how much Wyatt loved the sound of Chris’ voice. Well he won’t make stupid comments then he’ll make other sounds.

Wyatt moved over a little and pulled Chris onto his lap. This earned him a glare from the witch as he moved to get off the couch and away from the clothes thief. With Chris back to Wyatt’s front Wyatt snaked his hand so they were holding Chris legs. “So I stole your overly baggy clothes. I replaced them and I promised I’d give them back later. But you aren’t being fair by being so quiet. So I have a bet for you.”

Chris narrowed his eyes at his older brother. A bet, one that clearly by Wyatt’s smile he expected to win. But Chris did occasionally surprise the blessed one so “what’s the bet?”

“If you can stay quiet for another hour while I play with you I’ll give you back your stuff. If you can’t then I get to do anything I want with you and you have to play along play for another hour on top of that and you have to wear the style I got you. Agreed?”

Chris thought it over for a moment before he found his head nodding. In one way it was a no win. Chris knew he couldn’t stay quiet. On the other hand it was a no lose. Wyatt playing with him was a very nice way of ending a very bad day.

Wyatt pulled Chris so he was leaning against his chest. He ran his hand down to the button of the jeans and opened them. Slipping his hand down he undid the zipper, going extremely slow to tease Chris. He could feel the younger one getting hard and wondered how long it would be till he came. He lifted Chris hips up a litwithwith one hand to scoot the jeans down a little with the other. Then he started to lightly fondle his flesh. Running his hand over the silk incased treasures that made up his brother. Chris for his part had his eyes closed and his mouth open. He liked this but gave no sounds of encouragement.

Wyatt ran both hands over the child’s hips with father light touches while his lips found the spot behind his earlobe and ticklt agt again. Chris was grinding against him. He was moving his hip back and forth as if to impale himself on Wyatt. Wyatt’s hands became firmer with their touches. If he timed this right he could take Chris while he came and ride out the tensing that Chris’ body made while climaxing.

A half an hour had past with Wyatt caressing Chris. The cherub had cum twice already and was in a state of dizzy pleasure. But he still kept quiet. Wyatt wanted to hear him scream. The stupid brat. All Chris would do is pant and bite his lips closed. Every time it looked as though Chris was going to make noise he would send an empathic burst to Wyatt to make him still. Wyatt had come at least three times and the inside of his jeans were defiantly stained.

Moving him so he was on the dining room table he looked like a wonted whore. Naked and spent but aroused again for his customer he understood why everyone who looked at him wanted him. Wyatt would have traded half his powers if it meant he could own Chris fully. But at least he owned him partially. Chris was as naked and red as the day he was born. Wyatt could tell he wanted more.

Wyatt opened his jeans freeing his newest erection that Chris’ powers had given him. The little imp was getting good at teasing himself. Wyatt remembered how long it usually took Chris to get something, anything remotely connected to someone liking him right. He took Chris ankles in his hands and held them above his head spreading Chris to the cool air. Moving so they were held by one hand Wyatt ped ped his finger from Chris’ sac to his opening. Using his own cum he slicked the hole. He pushed his fingers in and prepared Chris. This caused the angel to whither more.

Once he was only half prepared Wyatt shoved himself in, hitting the spot that he knew Chris loved. Chris screamed half in pain and half in pleasure. With the past two climaxes he had became so sensitive. Wyatt reached back up and held the legs one in each hand. He drilled into the small body thaved ved with every thrust and pull. His brain wasn’t even registering the bruises that he would have from his hips hitting the hard wood. Chris had to grab the edges of the table to keep on it. He was sure that Wyatt wanted to ram him off it onto the floor. He didn’t care if he lost the bet now. He felt Wyatt filling him over and over again and loved it. He could also feel the sting of not being stretched enough before. It only added to the pleasure. He could feel how real this was in all ways. He felt Wyatt’s love, his lust and his fury.

Hearing Chris final cry sent Wyatt spiraling. He had never come so hard in his life. He felt like all his powers were gone but he loved it. He stumbled back from Chris dropping his ankles and slid down the wall. He saw Chris legs dangling off the table that had hosted birthday parties and funeral dinners. His cherub was still whimpering at the sting of Wyatt’s cum against the tears inside. He needed to get up and heal Chris but couldn’t move. Closing his eyes he focused on Chris voice and how complete he felt when he was inside of him. He had no intension of ever feeling anything else again.

-tbc

Review and I write more. The chapters seem to be staying long. The sex good? Bad? Need more detail? Less? Don’t you want to know what Wyatt has done with Leo and Prue?