His Heart

Okay the site was back up and down and when it gets up again I’ll post this. My gremlin got tied up and thrown in the closet while I had some friends down and he’s now back out. He’s mad and made me type this up, proof read it and I even had to add more detail.

Soooooooooooooo I hope you like, cuz it took freaken long to write it. I did enjoy writing, just took longer then expected so next chapter should be up by Monday or Tuesday. Depends on how much the gremlin pokes. And he’s found plenty of sharp things. He said that you all have no worries Grumpy will be typing more.

Well I’m done with the insanity for now. Enjoy!

Chapter 8

Slowly Chris began to register where he was again. He rolled over to the edge of the table and tried to stand. His legs seemed to be stable enough to but he was afraid of meeting the hardwood floor too quickly. He said a silent pray to the gods of mercy and compassion and stood up. He felt Wyatt’s cum drip out and down him legs. He felt sore all over. He stumbled to wards Wyatt and slid down the wall next to him.

Wyatt was falling asleep. Chris put an arm around his older brother and pulled him into a hug. Wyatt for his part purred a lot like Chris did. Smiling Chris recognize that they were a lot alike. Both needed each other. Both loved each other so much. Wyatt wrapped his arms around Chris’ midsection and snuggled his head into his little brother. Orbbing them both to bed Chris tked the covers over him and Wyatt. The soreness didn’t seem to be keeping him up. The moment his head hit the pillow his dreams started. There was an older Elder talking to him.

Wyatt woke to Chris screaming. His hair was plastered to his forehead. His breath was short and shallow and his eyes open, bright with fear and crying. ‘Your cherub is hurt.’ Wyatt immediately pulled Chris against him to protect him from whatever nightmare had attacked. He wanted to kill what caused it. ‘It won’t do any good now.’ He had for the past three moths kept them from Chris. ‘But something still got to him’

He could only stare as Chris’ tears turned red with blood and the same seeped from his nose. ‘The Elders, they must have done this.’ He was dying. ‘You failed him.’ Wyatt immediately put his hand over Chris face to heal him. ‘They stole him before and now they’ll steal him again.’ He couldn’t lose him. ‘Everyone you love is lost. Including him.’ His powers weren’t starting. ‘They must be blocking your power. Trying to make him an Elder another way.’ Chris’ body began to convulse as he spat up blood mixed with something else, tissue. ‘Everything that you hold dear is lost.’ Chris was still managing to scream but it came more like a gurgling.

“No no no no.” Wyatt was crying. His own body trembled from the fear of this. He tried to think of another way. Excalibur! He tried to call for it.

‘They stopped that too. They don’t understand. They want you to feel this pain.’ Chris looked right into Wyatt’s eyes pleading him for help. ‘He was so defenseless. So trusting.’ Wyatt didn’t have the power to do anything. ‘He died because you didnave ave the power to stop his killers.’ He couldn’t save Chris. All he could do was hold the body that was a moment ago his brother and lover and cry.

A sharp slap snapped his eyes open. Chris was in front of his living and worried for his trembling and insane brother. He had woken Chris up by trying to heal him, and then started really freaking Chris out. He was crying from then tightness that Wyatt was holding him. He could barely breath.

Wyatt grabbed Chris face. He forced Chris to look him straight in the eyes. Fearful green met wild blue. Chris was still trembling but Wyatt had gone deathly still.

Was this Chris? His mind was trying to comprehend what he saw. Chris had died? But is right here still with him? Maybe he had a nightmare? The chances of that were good. He had rarely for the past three months had a good night’s sleep without the sight of Chris in danger.

Taking a deep breath Wyatt moved his mouth over Chris’. His kiss was deep and stole Chris breath. He pushed his tongue into the warmth and took over. Tasting every tooth, every millimeter of his mouth. He didn’t give Chris room to protest. He held his cherub’s chin with one hand and the top of his head with the over. He rolled them over so he was on top of the kitten and continued his assault on the tender mouth. He could tell that Chris needed to breath. He just couldn’t let him go. He wanted to stay like this forever. The taste was Chris. Cinnamon mixed with artificial sweetness. The type you get from drinking too much pop.

When he felt Chris hands on his shoulders pushing he released the mouth and moved to the jaw line. He kissed, sucked and liked every spot he could find, ever line that made up Chris, and ever inch of shin that was there. He moved from one side of Chris’ face to the other, using his hands to force Chris to look towards the headboard so he could get better access to his neck. He continued down.

He found the spot where Chris shoulder met his neck, right where the jugular was, and clamped his lips down. He sucked till he tasted blood. Chris’ knuckles were white as he gripped the sheets. Sitting up a little Wyatt admired his work with wide unblinking eyes. The bruise and the blood would mark Chris for all to see. He belonged to Wyatt and no one was allowed to touch him.

The hand holding Chris’ chin released and snaked its way down to his nipple. Wyatt pinched the bud and heard Chris gasp. He wanted to hear Chris, taste him and feel him. He needed to. Chris was all he had left of love. He couldn’t lose him!

He assaulted the nipple more while his tongue dipped into the indent just below his neck. He tasted the sweat that dried there earlier and wanted more. His other hand moved to Chris’ shoulder pinning it to the bed.

Chris could only tremble and pant from Wyatt’s attention and eons.ons. The brother he knew wasn’t there. The touches were rough and possessive and the emotions were animalistic. He could feel the predator in Wyatt was in control. With every taste and bite he marked Chris as his and his alone. With every touch and pinch he reminded Chris who was strongest and in control. While one drew out fear in Chris the other drew out lust.

Wyatt moved his mouth over the tip of the neglected nipple and bit. He felt the kitten arch to escape the pain and whimper. He wanted more. He opened his mouth wider and grabbed more skin to bite and did. He could hear the mews flow from Chris’ mouth and wanted to find if Chris would cry for him. He licked over the nipple as if to clean his kitten and then clamped down to add another hicky to his body. The kitten tried to squirm away. Wyatt pinched the nipple in his hand with his nails almost hard enough to draw blood. He would mark Chris so that any other predator would know he belonged to Wyatt.

Abandoning the reddened nipple he ran his teeth down Chris’ naked front to the patch of dark curls. He kissed and sucked at the skin above delighted that Chris was responding is mis mate wanted. Wyatt took the head into his mouth and ran his teeth over it. Chris mewed in pain as tears escaped the corners of his eyes. He was too sensitive to enjoy the treatment that Wyatt had in mind for the night.

Realizing that Chris wouldn’t want teeth he slipped his mouth down over as much as he could fit in his mouth and sucked. He wanted to taste Chris again. He moved his hands so they held Chris down with one on his stomach and the other on his hip. He kept sucking and bobbing his head until he could taste pre-cum.

He let the cock fall from his lips and moved back up Chris form. He kissed Chris again. Pushing the drops of saltiness into his mouth so he could taste himself. His tongue assaulted the cavity and kept precious air from Chris lungs. He force Chris to taste himself, tangling their tongues together. He pulled Chris’ slightly into his own mouth and sucked. He would make love to every part of Chris he could find.

Releasing the panting witch’s mouth he moved off the slender child and turned him over onto his front. Chris let Wyatt do anything he wanted. He feared that any sudden movements would set Wyatt off on a hitting spree. He wanted Wyatt on him, against him, in him and at the same time wanted Wyatt as far from him as he could be.

Wyatt ran his tongue down Chris’ spine. He loved the way that Chris moved when tasted. He half moved away from the tickling sensation Wyatt’s stubble and long hair created and half move to for the softness and firmness of the slick flesh meeting hot tanned skin. Wyatt’s left hand grasped Chris’ throat and held him still. He could close his hand around his little brother’s windpipe and kill him of he wanted to. He didn’t.

He pushed three fingers into Chris and watched him squirm for a moment before tightening his hold on his air supply. Chris held still and gripped the sheets again. He wasn’t allowed to move more then that. Wyatt pumped the fingers in and out wanting to make Chris cum again. He had to feel inside of Chris it had become an addition. It was proof that they were both alive.

He knew Chris didn’t need anymore preparing then this. He was still slick down there from earlier and Wyatt didn’t mind. It was his. He moved into position, sitting up on his knees with Chris’ legs on either side. He pulled Chris’ hips so that he could impale the child and plowed in. Taking him by surprise and filling him completely. He pulled Chris up against his chest and attacked his nipples and neck again. His hands ran over the tight muscles and abused nipples while he thrust in and out of the trembling body. His tongue ran over the throat and his teeth still nipped over the pulse.

Chris’ innocent eyes were closed and his tongue slipped out again and again to lick his drying lips. His arms dangled mindlessly at his sides and his entire body shook back and forth to Wyatt rhythm. He was lost in the passion and pleasure.

Wyatt right hand grabbed Chris cock and slid up and down it with firm strong fast strokes. He wanted to see Chris cum. He wanted to make a good mess of their pillows and complain about it later when they were trying to fall asleep. His hand could almost rip the organ off the cherub as he forced Chris to his climax.

Chris tightened his body around Wyatt, giving him more pleasure then before. He tried to match the rhythm but failed. Wyatt was too fast and far-gone to have any pattern that Chris could interpret. Wyatt was moving on instinct only. He was only concerned with the pleasure and dominance of their mating. Not love but ownership. He felt Wyatt cum inside of him and shot his load out over the sheets. His own body clasped und the weight of Wyatt’s frame falling forward to catch his breath.

The alarm clock was ringing. Wyatt had set it during the day when Chris had been at school and now it was waking the two exhausted boys up. Wyatt flung out his arm and the clock hit the wall with a last dying beep. He was still curled around Chris. Protecting him incase anything attacked it would have to destroy Wyatt first. He felt Chris begin to uncurl and stretch.

Wyatt moved off of him and pulled out. He had remained in Chris all night and was disappointed at the loss of the warmth. He slipped his hand down and a figure into Chris and healed him. It wouldn’t do for Chris to get sick from an infection down there and Wyatt never being able to play nice again.

Chris stretched like a kitten. First his legs moved, toes pointing and knees straightening. Then his back started to arch. Followed by his arms and fingers. They brushed against the headboard and curled around the edge of the wood. Finally his neck arched back with a sigh and his back finished it’s tightening. As soon as it was done he curled back up loosely and fell back asleep.

Wyatt propped himself up on and elbow and his side to watch him. The kitten looked innocent in the morning light. Even marked he still had the air of … prey.

Licking his lips he wanted Chris again but groaned when he knew it would have to wait. Not that Chris was going to school. He was done with sending Chris away. He needed Chris here where he could protect him and he could train him. Chris needed to understand what was going on around him. He had to stop thinking like an Elder.

He stroked the kitten’s side and kissed his cheek. Dark lashes fluttered and opened to reveal sleepy eyes. Wyatt smiled warmly at the cherub. He thought that maybe Chris would be mad from last night but Chris seemed content this morning. He also seemed to be cuddling back into Wyatt to protect him from the big nasty evil sunlight glaring at the school hater. “I have to get up and take care of things.” Chris just huffed at Wyatt. He knew what that meant; Wyatt was getting him up to go to school.

“Wyatt…” Chris started whining.

“What? You can go back to sleep and I’ll be back in a few hours but I have work to do that I have to get done.” Chris’ head lifted up. His eyes that were half open watched the twice-blessed spoiled brat for signs that he was joking.

“Does this mean I can sleep through Geometry?” Wyatt just laughed.

“No it means that you’re staying home. As in no school. As in go back to sleep and when you wake up work on magic stuff. Got it.” Chris nodded. A whole day devoted to magic was much better then school. Wyatt had been teaching him more stuff then their parents had. Like how he could freeze time AND blow things up.

Chris smiled and snuggled back into his brother. “NO! I have to go.” Wyatt sat up and got out of the bed. The room was colder then the glare he received from the sleepy cherub. “If I stay any longer you’re going to be sore. And I have to get this done so I can cuddle with you later. Okay Chris?” A pout was all Wyatt got before the blankets were pulled over Chris head. Wyatt couldn’t help but smile. Chris was adorable while sleepy. Kissing the blankets where he knew Chris head was he walked out of the room and to the shower. He still needed to teach those Elders to stay away from his kitten.


Wyatt shimmered to the underworld. He was getting used to the new powers he had absorbed and loved them. It was like stepping through a warm waterfall. All the power that they had been told was so bad for them took so much lass effort and concentration to control. He walked through the caverns until he saw Minnka. Her snake eyes glistened in the torchlight. She was a lower level demon who had a knack for organizing things, like where was a safe place to put an annoying Elder and dead aunt.

-tbc

-Enough detail?