Playtime

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Explanation for this ranting above: It’s 2:30am, too much diet Pepsi and ice tea, and ice wine. (Stupid stuff spilt on my computer and got it sticky) gerrr.

Chapter 6

Chris was crying out as Wyatt pushed another finger into his body. He never had a chance to breath as Wyatt alternated between spanking him and finger fucking. His mind was a wreck from the loss of outside emotions, he was bounds and blindfolded and Wyatt was spanking him like he was 5 years old. Okay maybe not like he was 5 years old but still it hurt. He didn’t have time to react if he could figure out what he was supposed to react to or from. He felt Wyatt’s finger leave him and something cool and large press into his opening just a few millimeters.

Chris tried to squirm back from the cold lifeless thing that was trying to find a home in his body. HE could hear Wyatt start to chuckle at him and his reaction. Chris had no idea even if he was moving away from it or towards another assault. He just wanted to cuddle up in a ball and go to sleep.

Breathing heavily Wyatt forced the huge dildo into Chris’ ass. The tip was only about the size of two fingers but the thing became as wide as four in the middle and back to two at the end. He loved Chris bound up like this. Anything he wanted to try with Chris before he could today. He started to work it back and forth. Pulling it out a little and pushing it back in more. The brunette was sobbing again. He was probably scared that Wyatt would force the whole thing into his tender body. No Wyatt just needed to force it a little.

“Please.” Wyatt stopped what he was doing and looked up at the cherub. HE had never heard Chris beg so truly. Plead to be fucked yes, beg for mercy no. Chris, like himself, was proud. They did not beg. “Please stop, Wyatt.” And here was the proud Christopher Perry Halliwell begging.

“Why? Why should I?” The words sounded breathless even to Wyatt’s ears. Chris was a sight.

Mewing, he pleaded more. “Please Wyatt it hurt please don’t.”

Wyatt ran his tongue over the back of Chris’ knee. Every time he heard Chris speak he felt like he was about to cum. He started to work the dildo back in to coasted a few more sound from him. HE leaned over the squirming child and kissed him deeply. Pulling back he noticed that Chris was still hard and therefore wasn’t in as much pain as he claimed.

He took one more look at the toy half way in and jammed it the rest of the way. Chris screamed out when it hit his insides. He hated that thing as much as the cuff. He wanted out of this. He wanted to rewind time and not have set his brother off. He wanted this thing out of him.

Wyatt was disappointed that Chris had stopped begging. Huffing he pulled his hand back and gave him another swat right over the base of the toy sticking out of Chris’ ass.

Chris could feel it vibrate inside with the hit. He felt as if every part of his was being bruised by it. A few more swats later he was crying and begging Wyatt to stop. The blindfold soaked up tears before they reached his cheeks and Chris felt his body going numb in some places. But not where he needed it.

The begging was sending Wyatt nuts. He wanted to be inside of Chris. He knew it would be the best. Pulling out the toy he noticed some blood. He was mildly surprised he could tear Chris. Its not like he was a virgin there but Wyatt did tend to heal him after sex. He liked Chris tight. And as long as he healed Chris after he stayed as tight as their first time. Moving a finger inside of his brother again he mended the swollen and torn flesh. He felt Chris become tight around his finger as if none of the past however long it’s been had happened.

Smiling he poured some more oil into the crack and worked it slowly into the hole. He didn’t want to his his brother anymore. Chris just whimpered at the touch. He didn’t bother to try to escape anymore. He just wanted this over.

Wyatt added another finger to stretch Chris. He added another and started to pump Chris cock again. Keeping this up while removing the fingers Wyatt moved so he could impale the kitten.

Pushing in with one long thrust Wyatt felt the tightness consume him. He felt heaven on earth inside of Chris as usual. He began pumping back and forth not for a moment forgetting what he held in his hand. Speeding up he was so close but couldn’t go off. Something was missing. Then he realized Chris wasn’t squeezing him. His body was tight but Chris could be tighter if he tried. He away enjoyed seeing Wyatt go mad from doing it. Using hi free hand he spanked Chris once more to try and get him to squeeze. The result was a tightening that felt like he was being flattened. God it was great. Wyatt started spanking him when he pulled out and rubbing the sore spot as he pushed in. He was sweating from the exertion and Chris’ dick was sliding through his hand easily.

Leaning down he grabbed Chris’ lips in a searing kiss as he came. Ridding out the pleasure he felt Chris come in his stilled hand and go limp. Chris had passed out.

Slipping out of him he felt his throat had gone dry. He needed a drink of water. Tiredly he got off the bed and pulled on his robe. He didn’t really know why he bothered with it. He could walk around naked outside and no one would say anything to him.

Walking out he stopped in front of one of the air vents. The coolness dried his body and chilled him to his core. No a bad sensation after the burning work out he just had. Wyatt continued walking and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and downed it in a moment. He grabbed another to give to Chris but stopped when he pasted the couch. His legs were sore from kneeling on the bed so long. It was still morning but the sun was up and the fucken birds were singing. Wyatt closed his eyes trying to block out the cheerfulness that claimed t be morning.

He felt someone tap him firmly on his shoulder. It was probably Chris telling him to get up. Screw him Wyatt vowed nothing short of a rebellion attack was getting him up. He mumbled go away to the intruder but they tapped again.

Cursing at his brother he opened his eyes to meet yellow snake slits, Minnka’s eyes not Chris’. The confused look was lost on the demon as she tried to explain that she was sorry to bug him when he was clearly busy but she needed to know if Wyatt would be able to just look over a deal made by some of his advisors to try to flush out resistance members.

Wyatt was only half listening. Minnka shouldn’t be here. She wouldn’t have disturbed him until much later. He had told her he wanted time to himself and … Chris. Wyatt’s eyes shot over to the clock on the wall. It was 3:46 pm. He had left Chris bound to the bed all night and morning. He was dead.

Minnka’s gaze followed to where her lord was starring with his mouth wide open. He had the look of a dead man. More precisely, a look of a dead boyfriend. When she had entered the apartment she didn’t even see the blond on the sofa and had walked over to the bedroom. Seeing the door open she only knocked lightly to get Wyatt’s or Chris’ attention. What she saw would be something to help he stay warm tonight. Chris bound up like a present. Waiting to be taken again and again. It took all he strength and self-preservation to not touch him. But he was a wake and Minnka knew Chris wouldn’t hesitate to have her killed if she offended him. So she just stuck a pillow behind his head so he could rest his neck and relax some until Wyatt returned for him.

Seeing her lord’s predicament she began. “Sir if you could look over the files later I could send a masseuse to ease your brother’s muscles. He would probably be in a better mood after.” That earned he a glare. Wyatt didn’t like the fact she had seen what he did to Chris. But it wasn’t like anyone on the 3 floors closest hadn’t heard it.

Giving in Wyatt knew it was wisest. Chris would be pissed for being tied up all night. And he needed to get this stuff done. “Have everything arranged for 6 and dinner served by 7:30. Chris will also need a snack and so do I. Have the chief send something up soon.”

“I’ll have it done sir.” With that she shimmered out.

Standing up and fixing his robe he grabbed the nearest athema and went back into the bedroom. Chris was still there tied up and shivering. Minnka appeared to have placed a pillow behind his head when she came in. He would thank her for that later. Slicing through the straps he noticed that Chris was awake sti He He didn’t look like he had slept at all after Wyatt left. Well he did get into trouble when he tried before and Chris clearly was trying to please Wyatt.

Smiling gently at the now unbound and un-blindfolded cherub he saw there were many bruises and rubbed raw spots all over Chris’ body. Instead of asking Wyatt to heal them he jumped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom.

Wyatt sighed. Chris was mad at him if he wouldn’t even look at him. Well he did kind of deserve it. He wondered if he should have the masseuse come earlier but disregarded it when he heard the shower start to go. Chris would get washed up, get dressed and they’d be cuddling on the couch until Wyatt had to go to his meeting. Knowing that the cherub would kick him out if he tried to join him in the shower Wyatt orbed to the other bathroom in the apartment and started to get cleaned up.

By the time he was out Chris had locked himself in his playroom. It was one of the extra bedrooms that they didn’t need and had become Chris’ sanctuary. He filled it with his music, art, books and anything that he wanted. Wyatt almost never went in there. It was Chris’ and he didn’t want to intrude on his brother that much. They both were still brothers.

Sighing he knew he wouldn’t be cuddling the cherub till later. Maybe if he apologized for leaving him tied up all night he could get the kitten to come out and lay down on the sofa and watch a movie with him.

Knocking in the door he heard Chris stop moving in the room. What ever he had been doing cause a lot of noise. Wyatt wondered if his lover was all right. Maybe Chris fell or got pinned under one of his sculptures that he collected.

His worriers disappeared when he heard the door unlock and Chris appear before the crack that he opened it. He had put a navy blue dress shirt on today and kept his bangs in front of his face to hind his eyes. Wyatt smiled at this picture in front of him. Shaking his head he reached out to touch Chris chin and have him look at him when Chris flinched back.

Startled Wyatt’s mind went blank for any reason why Chris wouldn’t want contact. Chris lived for contact. He was empathic. Wait powers bound, he was a dead man. “Sorry love. I didn’t mean to keep you tied up all night and I forgot to unbind your powers.” Chris still didn’t move. He still didn’t even look up at his brother to snark at him. “I’ll unbind them now.” Smiling he turned to walk to the book. He would get Chris into a good mood again by using his good mood. It had worked before.

“Don’t” Wyatt couldn’t understand the whisper. His brother said don’t? Still looking down Chris continued. “Don’t unbind them.” Wyatt just starred at the insane witch dumbfounded. “I don’t want to feel you anymore.” The words struck Wyatt from all directions. He didn’t understand what his brother meant. He didn’t want his powers back.

“Chris I said I was sorry. I’ll unbind your powers love.”

Chris head shot up and broken green eyes meet confused blue. “Don’t call me love. Don’t call me brother. Don’t call me any of the goddamn nicknames that you’ve given me. Just call me what I am to you and let me go back into my room until you want to fuck.”

Wyatt was floored. Chris wasn’t thinking straight. He had to be dehydrated or something. “Chris you are my love. You are my brother. You are my kitten and my cherub.”

“No I’m not. I’m your fuck toy.” Wyatt couldn’t breath. “I’m what you take out to play with when you’re bored. So don’t insult me by treating me any different, and don’t let me insult my self by trying to believe that I ever was anything different. I don’t want to feel you in my head anymore at least give me that. I'll do whatever you want in bed. I’ll fuck you however you want but at least give me that. And let me rest, cuz I can’t fuck you right now or I’ll pass out again.”

“Chris,” He tried to reach out to the trembling witch. He tried to comfort him but only met a quickly slammed door. Leaning against the door Wyatt couldn’t believe what just happened. Chris thought he didn’t love him. He was insane.

He could cast a spell. He could make Chris realize the truth. But deep down Wyatt knew that even he didn’t have the power to fix this.

-End.

*Author hides from people who he thinks will kill him for ending this story.