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My gremlin is back from vacation and wanted to know why I hadn’t posted anything so this got ripped from my head and put together.

By the way, Soon It will be time for the time travel! Yahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! This is what happens when you don’t plan out your stories better. You get stuck trying to figure out how they got to the point and it takes you five chapters longer then it was supposed to. Well enjoy. Next one Chris will be time traveling in.

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Chapter 6

Chris had napped for a few hours. He still hadn’t decided what to do about Wyatt. How do you confront someone what can take the reason for the confutation right out of your head? Wyatt seemed to be holding all of the cards and Chris knew that he’d have about three seconds after orbing back down there before Wyatt pulled the spell over him and reduced him back to his kitten. He hated that name. He also hated cherub and Lover. They made him sound so innocent and he hadn’t been innocent since the night Wyatt had came in his room to see if he was going to go to sleep. Innocents were not something you could get back but Wyatt was trying his hardest.

Getting up he started searching through the rooms attached to the chamber he was in. Most were empty and he was finally able to find some paper and something to write with. The paper was yellowed form age and the pen had to be dipped in ink to be used but he found it. He began his first draft. It sucked royally. It wouldn’t have even worked if the power of three di. . Going over it again and again and again didn’t help. He needed to block the one person he never thought he’d have to fight. Wyatt was too powerful. If Chris just went home and talked with him Chris knew that Wyatt would forgive him. He knew that Wyatt would kiss his forehead and take away the confusion and the shame that filled Chris’ mind.

He wanted too; to forget that he had killed; to forget that he had been violated so badly. Chris thought about his mother. Her strong arms holding him, rocking him when he had visions that were discovered to be true too late. He hadn’t had a vision in years now. Probably Wyatt’s was doing it to protect him and his innocents. His powers hadn’t really been used in years. Wyatt liked him keeping out of trouble. Chris’ life had basically been a joke. He wasn’t a witch anymore. He didn’t cast, he really used them in even in self-defense. Why would he have too? Everyone worked for his brother. His brother. His wonderful evil brother. No Wyatt couldn’t be evil. He had a temper, yes. He did have demonic powers, yes. But Chris didn’t want to say it. Because He also had the same temper, just it cooled faster and took more to get up. HE also had demonic powers. He was supposed to be half Elder. The only Elder thing he had ever done was stay out of the real fight.

Closing his eyes he sensed for his brother. He was still in the apartment and pacing. He almost saw him as he felt Wyatt touch his mind for a moment. It was all his brother had ever been able to do along the lines of telepathy. He could feel when Chris was looking for him if he took the time to notice and Chris could do the same. It made finding the other person easier if they concentrated on you and you let your orbbing do the rest. Chris didn’t orb. He stayed in the chamber of Elders and rewrote the spell again.

Wyatt’s head shot up. Chris was searching for him. He only hoped it was so he could come home. Bianca was already gone. With Chris remembering there was no reason to fool him. He was going to have to find another spell to use on Chris. He had undone this one with the simple memory of pain. Chris was frustrating when it came to keeping spells on him. The stupid, innocent, scarred to death brat needed Wyatt to protect him. He just wouldn’t admit it.

Wyatt was dressed again in a shirt and jeans. He outfit could be removed in under ten seconds and he needed Chris here to do it properly. He wanted Chris back. He had tried eight times to summon his lost brother but couldn’t. Stupid Elders, they were most likely laughing at him from their graves. They were always the source of his frustration. He closed his eyes and tried to feel if Chris was sng fng for him still.

Chris finished the spell. It might not work. If it didn’t he was no worse off then he was right now. If it did he had no idea on how Wyatt would react. If Chris was right then his brother was lo The Then Wyatt had become worse then a warlock, he had become evil incarnated. He was still the savoir of magic. Magic flourished but not the way their family had intended.

He closed his eyes seeing his mother again. How far had he fallen from her? Their father had always said, whenever he would actually manage to stay in the room with Chris for more then three minutes, that he was just another version of her. Strong and delicate. Dark and loving. Tears softly trailed down his face at the unknown loss os ins innocents. Their father had betrayed them. He had never even tried to help. He just stood back and watched their family be destroyed and then tried to finish the job himself. Their mother would have banished them from her heart for what they did. Their aunts would have turned their heads and walked away for the evil they accepted as normal.

Chris was so full of it. He knew it. So was Wyatt. Wyatt had taken over the Underworld and took in the powers of the source. Yet Chris never saw that as evil. Wyatt had been able to explain why he needed the powers and why Chris needed demonic powers too. Chris could still feel them inside of him. He could hear them whispering things. Such simple things whispered into his inner ears. Like how to stop Wyatt and take revenge for Wyatt using him. Wyatt had always used him. He could slip back in. He could pick up Excalibur from where it rested and slice through Wyatt like he had done to Leo. Wyatt wouldn’t expect it from him. He was Wyatt’s little cherub. But first thing was first.

“Kept from me by a lover,
Stolen for innocent’s cover,
Blessed sprits help me please,
Mother’s strength now needs,
To let me keep tainted what is mine,
From the past till end of time.”

He burned the spell. Letting the ashes settle on a floor that showed none of the blood that it should. He orbed back into the apartment.

Wyatt basically pounced on him. He had Chris wrapped up in his arms faster then Chris could blink out of the arms. He heard Wyatt mummer something in Latin and tried to struggle out of his older brother’s grasp. Wyatt held tightly onto him. He made it hard to breathe for a few moments and Chris felt Wyatt’s magic wash over him and then Chris still remembered. He smiled a little to himself and Wyatt must have taken it for a sign that the spell worked. Wyatt nuzzled his ear and loosened his grip.

Chris could almost let himself be lost in the feel of Wyatt so close. Of Wyatt removing the robe and burning it to ashes in his hand. Chris shivered in the apartment’s cool air. Wyatt orbbed them to the bed room and pulled up a blanket from the end of the bed. Tucking it around his brother he kissed his nose and then his lips. Chris was still his. The spell was stronger then the others he had used and would last until the end of time.

Chris was sorely tempted let this go on. He wanted to feel Wyatt inside of him. He wanted to feel Wyatt’s hands worshiping his skin. But the images of Mike being devoured flashed into his mind and made him tense. Wyatt felt it and moved back to see Chris face. Chris was pale and shaking slightly. Wyatt prayed to any god listening that the spell hadn’t damaged his cherub. That much magic concentrated on a single being could do damage, even to Chris.

Chris moved back and went to his dresser. He pulled out clothes and get dressed. Once his dress shirt was buttoned up and his jeans secured on his hips he turned back to his worried brother. “I still remember.”

Wyatt paled and advanced on his brother. He had to erase the memories before Chris ran away or did something equally stupid. Chris back up and put a chair between them. “Don’t. Don’t try to erase them. They belong to me.”

Wyatt shook his head and tkayed the chair away. “Chris,” He purred at his brother. He had to get a hold of Chris. If he didn’t have contact with him the spells that he had wouldn’t work. He had to just reach him and not spook him and why was Chris making this difficult. “I can make the pain go away. Don’t you want to be like you were? Do you really want to remember all that? Just come here and I can redo the spell. If it hurt in any way I can use a different one. I am not going to hurt you. I love you. You can remember that can’t you?”

Starring straight into Wyatt’s blue eyes Chris was tempted. He did want to be innocent. He did want to forget all the horrors that he had seen. But doing so would betray his soul. He didn’t want that. “I do remember you love me. And I do remember that I love you. I’ve always loved you, brother.” Wyatt smiled at Chris words and tried again to approach him. Chris backed up and around to put more distance between them. Wyatt stopped and frowned at his cherub. He knew he wasn’t going to like what he was about to hear. “But they are mine. My memories and I won’t let you take them. They make me, me and I need to be me. Or I’m just some lap dog of yours. I’m not Chris then.” Chris could feel the tears falling down his face and his nose had started too. Sniffling he continued. “Your spells won’t work. I’m sorry.” He really was. Innocents lost, trust gone, his brother had tried so hard.

Wyatt’s eyes closed in pain. His brother had fought him. Chris never fought him. Chris knew he loved him and accepted his place and Wyatt’s mate. Wyatt reopened his eyes and glared at the thing in his brother’s place. How dare it try to take what was his? How dare it try to take Chris’ innocents? He saw the thing back up again and lashed out at it with a growl. Chris felt the energy ball hit him and flew back into the wall. His body crumpled and left a dent in the plaster. He bounced a bit, slid down and stayed there. His brother was going to kill him now. He idly wondered how hell would differ from the living world.

Wyatt stopped when he saw what he’d done. There was blood coming out of Chris’ nose and his arm looked broken. He wasn’t fighting, just accepting what ever Wyatt was going to do to him, just laying there passive as death close din. But if he killed this thing, this other version of Chris, then his died too. He couldn’t live knowing that. He couldn’t live withoutis. is. Wyatt went over to him. Chris was still in there. Chris didn’t know how to fight his way out and Wyatt had to help him. Kneeling down to the crumpled and whimpering form. He nuzzled Chris cheek and spoke softly in his ear. “What did you do to stop my powers? Tell me so I can undo it and fix this mess. If you tell me I can make it all better again.”

Chris whimpered again. The pain from his arm made it hard for him to focus. He felt afraid. His lungs felt like they were underwater and filling up. He couldn’t talk. He just wanted to lie down. He needed to. He opened his mouth to beg to be left alone but only blood came out.

Wyatt’s eye widened at the sight of his cherub’s blood. It wasn’t a little that could be from a broken jaw or lose tooth. It streamed out and caused Chris to gag on the taste. Wyatt moved his hands to Chris’ throat and started healing before Chris choked on his own blood and vomit. The impact and the blow had caused some of Chris’ ribs to break and puncher his lungs in many places. His beautiful cherub couldn’t have answered him if he wanted to.
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Wyatt heard Chris’ gasp for breath as the healing finished. Chris was breathing normally, well normally for someone who had just ran a thousand miles but still he could breath. Wyatt wrapped his arms around his cherub and whispered apologies into his ears. Chris just stayed stone still. He didn’t move and was now barely breathing. Wyatt could just feel his tiny pulse beating faster then a rabbit’s and his shallow breaths as he calmed himself.


This was Wyatt. This was his brother who loved him. This was what love had become. Pain, fear and control. Chris rose from Wyatt’s arms and walked over to the bed. Laying down he closed his eyes and quietly cried leaving Wyatt kneeling on the floor. Wyatt starred at the blood spots on the thick rich dark carpet. The drops that were too big for comfort marred the sea of navy blue. He had hurt Chris. He had nearly killed Chris. And still he couldn’t get his cherub back. His eyes focused and unfocused over and over again. He had failed. He never failed. Closing his eyes and banishing tears that would never fall he stood. Chris needed him. He needed to be here for this new one. This child, who refused to bend to his power.

Chris was lying with his face buried in the pillows. His only movement was shaking from the sobs that tore at Wyatt’s heart. Any other time he could whisper a few chosen words and render what ever had harmed Chris would be forgotten. But what ever the child had done he had succeeded in doing. Wyatt wondered if he had really fooled himself into thinking that he could control Chris forever. He was a Halliwell and therefore stubborn as an Elder and as strong as the Source. He ran his hand over Chris’ back to sooth him and cuddled beside him. Chris let Wyatt rearrange him until he was wrapped in Wyatt’s arms and against his chest. He buried his head there. Innocents was lost. Fear remained.

Wyatt waited until Chris’ sobs had died down and breathing had returned to normal. “What happened? Why won’t you le hee help you?” Wyatt was near tears but refused to shed them. He couldn’t.

“I wrote a spell…I casted it to keep what was mine.” Chris still didn’t raise his head but burrowed deeper into Wyatt’s chest to hide from his brother’s wrath. Wyatt closed his eyes and took a breath. Hurting Chris more wouldn’t help. He just needed to get this spell off him and fix this. He just needed to clean up Chris’ mess.

“What was the spell? I’ll remove it and fix this. Then you can be innocent again.” Wyatt rubbed his chin over the top of Chris head. “Tell me and I can make everything go away. Why are you fighting this brother? “ Wyatt was truly confused on why Chris was being stubbornly silent. Chris defiantly wanted fro Wyatt to protect him, to love him, to keep hnut nut he was being as difficult as he could be.

Chris shifted and moved from Wyatt’s protective arms. Sitting up and looking down at his brother fresh tears leaked out of his eyes. He leaned down and kissed Wyatt’s lips half expecting Wyatt to toss him against the wall again with another energy ball. Wyatt opened his mouth and allowed Chris’ tongue to slip in and taste him. Wyatt had been munching on apples earlier and it lingered in his teeth and just inside of his lips. Chris loved it when Wyatt tasted simple. Not full of wine or exotic flavors but how he used to when they had started. When they both had some innocents that they could truthfully lay claim to.

Chris continued the slow kiss until Wyatt sat up and broke it. Wyatt slipped his hands down Chris’s arms and pulled him close against his chest. “Tell me.” Wyatt was not letting this go. If he did then he might as well carve Chris’ name next to their mother’s. The Elder in Chris wasn’t as easily subdued as the white lighter in him.

Without raising his head or voice Chris gave a definite. “No.”

Wyatt just starred a head to the wall that still bore the broken dent that had been Chris crash site. His hand played with Chris’ hair and his other soothed over his back. Chris was being a spoiled brat. “I can make you tell me. I could use magic or other things.” He stilled his hands waiting for Chris to tense or start crying again. Neither happened.

“You could probably make me. You know spells that would open my mind out for you and you could pick it clean of every detail you wanted but then you’d just hate yourself for it. I know you Wyatt. You don’t want to make me. You want me to surrender to you and it’s not going to happen.”

Wyatt shifted Chris until he was lying back on the bed and gp. p. Going over to his dresser he pulled out what he knew Chris would like. Maybe he’d hate himself if he took it be pure force but Chris still didn’t know himself that well. If he wanted to be forced to talk then Wyatt would indulge him. Sitting down near Chris’ head he kept his feet on the floor as he scanned Chris small form. He liked to see Chris withering under him too much.

Wyatt opened the nightstand’s drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. They probably owned about ten pairs but managed to use all of them each week. Wyatt ran his free hand down Chris’s cheek and brushed away the tears leaking out of his angelic eyes. Even tainted Chris was the closest thing he had to purity. He would cut out the tainted flesh and leave the cherub pure and maybe even give him wings. Wyatt had been looking at some spells lately on transformations. Slipping his fingers firmly around one wrist and pulling it up to attach the sharp metal to it he whispered his warnings to his kitten. “If you orb away I will summon you back and not be pleased. I might have to find a few of your friends and play with them for a while. And I can’t promise I’ll be as gentle with them as I am with you. You understand what I mean don’t you? I’ll only use them once and then I won’t need them anymore.” Chris’ eyes were a shade Wyatt had never seen before. He wondered if Chris’ eyes shone like this every time he was afraid. Wyatt wanted to taste how his soul felt when he was scared.

He moved his hand to the other wrist and brought it up to the cuff that he had slipped through the bars on their headboard. “But if you tell me the spell and help me counter it then I’ll let your arms free and just pound you into mattress like even you will admit that you like. Your choice Chris, tell or play?”

Chris was searching Wyatt’s face. He believe that Wyatt would go and find anyone who Chris cared about, the top name on that list would probably be Bianca, but he couldn’t tell. “No.” He couldn’t even muster enough courage to make it more then a whisper. But Wyatt just smiled gently and kissed his lips.

“I was kind of hoping that you wouldn’t tell. I am going to have fun tonight. If you want out at anytime then tell. But until then…” Wyatt raised his left leg and pulled an athame from his boot and sliced open the sleeves of Chris shirt. “And this was one of my favorite shirts on you.” Licking his lips Wyatt moved his attention to the buttons sliding the knife between the folds of fabric the sharpened edge severed the threads holding the garment closed. Laying the blade aside he brushed the fallen buttons off of Chris chest and pulled the silken fabric away from Chris’ skin and dropped it on the floor.

He ran his hands over Chris chest and dusty nipples. Chris swallowed hard as Wyatt bent down and licked one. He blew cooling air over the flesh and watched with delight as it reacted to the cold. Sliding himself down Wyatt cupChriChris through his jeans. “I think you like it when I do these very bad things to you Chris. I can understand why. You like it when I control everything. You know that no real harm will come to you but I am warning you brother my patients are starting to wear thin. Tell me.” Chris stayed silent as Wyatt rubbed and squeezed him, messaging his erection to life. Wyatt kept his voice even. The only notes of threats were the touches that bordered on too firm or the underlying words to his remarks.

“No.” He sounded like a frightened child to even his own ears and it made Wyatt smile even more. Wyatt leaned down and opened the button on Chris jeans with his teeth. He took the zipper inbetwen his teeth and pulled it down. Chris still wasn’t wearing any underwear. He hadn’t thought about it when he’d been cold. Still leaning over Chris he pulled the denim down and off of the small feet that hadn’t changed much since when he was 16.

“I think you want this. I think you want me to be as perverse as I was when I punished you. Do you Chris? Do you want me to spank you and fuck you at the same time? Do you want me to tech you not to cast spells on yourself that stop my own?”

“No.” Chris eyes shot open as he tried to inch away from his wicked brother. Wyatt caught his ankle and wrapped the leather cuff around it. It wasn’t attached to anything else but it would be soon. He made a quick grab for the other and was nearly shoved off of his own bed by the brat. Grabbing at it agae twe twisted the delicate limb he attached the other cuff to it. Releasing the ankles he innocently looked at Chris’ face. Chris didn’t know what was going on. Wyatt was only half tying him up and he didn’t like the fake ‘I’m a cute little puppy eyed mentally healthy sex addict’ act. Wyatt smiled evily the restrained kitten and leaned down and reached under the bed pulling up a bar that was about two feet long.

Chris scurried away. No way was Wyatt pulling that thing inside of him. Wyatt seemed to realize his distress and put his strong hand down on Chris’ stomach. “Shh, It’s not something I’m going to shove up your ass. So don’t worry.” He went back to Chris ankles and almost off handily. “Well, maybe worry, but not about the bar.” He attached the ends of the cuffs to the bar about an inch into each end. Chris couldn’t run away even if he got free of the cuffs. He brought the upper part of his legs closed. Unfortunately it still left his cock in plain view for Wyatt to play with. Wyatt ran his hands over Chris’ legs and pulled them apart. He attached another cuff to each leg just above the knee and pulled up another bar. Chris was sure that Wyatt had to mad. Chris could now not more his legs more then an inch apart of closer together.

Chris’ legs were already protesting to there situation but Chris stayed as quiet as a corpse. Wyatt ran his hand over his legs and hips he gripped Chris’ erection and began to pump him. Wyatt watched Chris face fro the signs that he enjoyed this. They were there mixed with his fear and pain. Wyatt gave it another pump and released it. Standing up he unzipped his own jeans and pulled them off quickly following with his shirt. He climbed back up Chris until his cock was right in front of Chris mouth. With his knees on either side of Chris’ head he commanded his tied up kitten “Open up.” Chris shook his head no and Wyatt grinned. Chris was going to make this extremely fun tonight. Wyatt rubbed the head of his cock against Chris sealed lips and pumped himself. Part of him wanted to just jack off and cover Chris face again. HE had used that image in the months that Chris had hidden to warm up in his cold bed a few nights, and mornings.

Moving on of his hands to Chris’ cheek had pressed on the side of Chris’ mouth at the hinge forcing Chris to open up. Wyatt slipped only the head in between the teeth that threatened to close and cause a lot of permeate pain. He kept his fingers there as he used his other hand to jack off into Chris mouth. He slid his hand down from his base to Chris’ lips. Chris warm breath was tickling his sensitive flesh and Wyatt had to stop of else he’d start to giggle and lose hold of Chris’ jaw. He had no intent to give Chrn ean easy way of revenge. If Chris wanted to get even he’d just had to think up something late on. Maybe something like ha had thought up before.

Moving back down he released the hinge and stroked Chris cheek.ris ris would have bruises after tonight. Wyatt could already see his cheek blooming purple and black flowers. “Tell me.” Chris only shook his head no as tears started to fall from his beautiful eyes again. Wyatt smiled cheerfully at the invitation to do more. HE moved off of Chris and flipped him over onto his stomach. He tkayed the lube bottle into his hands and poured some in between Chris’ cheeks. Sliding his fingers up and down the cracks he hear Chris sniffle. “Stop it.” It sounded like he was asking someone to stop calling him names. Wyatt wasn’t even fully sure of it was a ‘stop teasing me’ or ‘stop I’ll tell you’. He stilled his fingers and listened to see if Chris would continue. When he stayed silent Wyatt frowned and continued to search for the opening hidden here. He found it and felt Chris tense as one of his well-lubed fingers snaked around rim.

Wyatt slipped his finger deep and pulled it back out. Replacing it with two he began to finger fuck his small brother. He pulled out and pushed in repeatedly avoiding his prostate. He wasn’t about to let Chris get off, yet. He leaned down and trailed kisses down Chris spine as he played with his body. Chris was sobbing again into the pillows and whispering nos to himself. Wyatt raise up his legs and positioned himself at Chris’ entrance. Chris would be unable to open his legs to allow Wyatt top slide in easier or to get more or less room for comfort while he was inside. Wyatt raised Chris hips off the bed while letting him keep his face hidden in the dark plush pillows.

Wyatt pushed in and heard Chris’ sobs become loader. He closed his eyes at the feel of Chris ‘ warmth surrounding him. He liked the tightness that Chris couldn’t take from him. He loved the angel that Chris created with his refusal to corporate. Holding onto Chris hips he pulled back and forced Chris to take him to the hilt. He heard Chris’ whimper and mews and slid back out. In, out, in, out, over and over and over again until he became lost in the heat and sweat and came. He filled Chris and collapsed on top of him. He could tell that Chris had come too. Probably a while ago as Wyatt had assaulted his body.

Wyatt reached down and undid the bars from Chris’ legs. He tkayed them off the bed and made a mental note not to trip over them in the morning. He reached up and undid the cuffs lowering Chris arms down to his sides. Still leaving the leather cuffs on his legs Wyatt snuggle his cherub into a comfortable position for them both to fall asleep. “Fine keep your memories but you're still mine.” Chris could only stare down at his wrist where the metal had rubbed them raw and the blood had dried.

-tbc
Like? Don’t? Sorry the rest of the chapters probably won’t be as long as this one. It just kept coming and coming and well dirty thoughts…Wyatt, Chris, we all have them in our heads.