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I’m back. Sorry, sorry sorry. But I have my reasons for not updating. I had to take a trip that took about 2 days of driving there, family for a week, where I get no privacy and therefore can’t type, and two days back. I’m tired, I’m hungry for something other then sandwiches and my gremlin has been attacking me for the whole time. So this got typed and the others should be around soon. Warning not much slash but next chapter maybe some Chris and Leo. I’m evil and sick many have already said. Warning Mushy in some spots.

Chapter 7

Wyatt snuggled down into the pillows. Chris was delightfully pressed against him as he realized that it was 8:45 in the morning and he had a meeting in about ten minutes. The stupid alarm had been tkayed across the room some time earlier by one of them.

“Shit!” Jumping up and upsetting a sleeping kitten Wyatt managed to trip over the bars from the night before. After getting caught in his own pants, which were inside out, he fell head first into the shower where his forehead started to bleed at a rate where it had already stained the shirt he had managed to find.

Chris sat up and reached over to his housecoat. His bother was sitting on the floor in the doorway of the attached bathroom holding the cut in on forehead and cursing. Taking pity on the tyrant Chris opened the drawers of Wyatt’s dresser and pulled out a shirt and jeans. He took the rest of the clothes that Wyatt would need over to him. Stepping over the rocking and cursing lunatic who woke him he placed his pile on the counter. Wetting a cloth he knelt down to his brother. Chris gently he touched his brother to encourage him to let Chris see the cut.

Wyatt glared at the treacherous child who was probably laughing at him as he sat there trying not to cry. When Wyatt actually looked he saw the cloth and kind eyes and allowed Chris to clean the blood so they could see the damage. When Chris had wiped the blood off he saw a cut not even half an inch long. It was clean and straight and could be healed as soon as Wyatt stopped cursing and concentrated. Gently he took his brother’s hand and raised it over the wound. “Just calm down and heal it. It’s really nothing.” Wyatt glared at his brother one last time and did as he was told.

Wyatt expected his skin to be split from his nose to he back of his head. When the cut healed he felt nothing but foolish. Resting his head against the door jam he watched as his little brother filled the tub and got out towels and soaps from the cupboards. Wyatt continuedwatcwatch as Chris went over to the phone and called Wyatt’s secretary and cancelled the meetings and rearranged his schedule for the week giving him some time off. Chris delegated some of the workload and Wyatt was amazed that he would now have more time to relax. In fact he had an entire day off without having to overload his other days.

Chris got off the phone, turned off the water to the tub, tested its temperature and knelt back down to Wyatt. “Have a bath and relax. I’m not asking you to do it, I’m telling you. You need to breath. You’re going to drive yourself to an early grave and I don’t want to find out what life would be like without you.” The pleading in his tainted cherub’s eyes was enough that Wyatt didn’t argue. He didn’t refuse the hand offered to help him stand and get undressed and into the tub. Chris dropped some salts and oils into the huge tub and went to leave. Wyatt snagged his arm and pulled him closer to the tub.

“If you aren’t going to join me can you at least stay and talk. We need to.” He watched his brother’s eyes. They weren’t looking up at him or even sad, just tired.

“I know. I just want to have a quick shower first. I smell.” His voice was still quiet and submissive. Wyatt gently rubbed his fingers over the silk cover elbow. He wanted to free Chris of the exhaustion that seem to seep from his soul.

“It’s a big tub. You usually like being in here with me. Come on. You need to relax too. And I prefer it when I can wrap my arms around you while talking. You have a nasty habit of orbing away when I want to talk seriously and I don’t think that had changed.” Chris slipped the robe off and stepped into the tub. Wyatt reached down to his pale legs and undid the leather sill there.

Running his hands over the molested skin he healed any and all marks he found. His forehead creased in concern at Chris wrists. He should have told Wyatt last night that they had been bleeding. After healing them he kissed both and pulled Chris so he could snuggle into Wyatt if he wanted. Chris just laid against his chest so still the Wyatt thought he had fallen backeep.eep.

Wyatt reached down and messaged Chris’ hips. His tongue tasted the neck that it was offered by Chris staying against him and his cock was alive and wanting. He rocked forward a little and felt Chris relax. Smiling he started to nibble on the ear closest to his mouth and ran his hand up Chris body. Over his abs and to his nipples Wyatt listened to the music flowing from Chris’ lips. The slight moans and hitched breaths were more beautiful then any sonnet or melody that he had ever heard.

His mouth moved to swallow the notes and his other hand reached out to grab the scented oil left on the ledge by Chris. Wyatt wondered if he had taken it out for more then just to pamper Wyatt’s bath. Chris could think twenty moves ahead when playing chess and bedding. Chris moved back from Wyatt’s kiss and slipped his hands over Wyatt’s. He took the bottle of oil out and placed it back in the ledge. “You said talk.” Wyatt dropped his head back against the tub. He wanted inside of Chris. He needed Chris.

“You always like saying things more with actions.” Wyatt smiled at the sleepy kitten. He kissed his brow and moved to kiss his lips again only to feel Chris trying to get up and out of the water. Giving up on the lips Wyatt wrapped his arms back around the kitten to keep him in the water. They did need to talk. Tiredly Wyatt willed his excitement to die down and concentrated to the new task that didn’t involve his hands. “Fine, we’ll talk.”

“I love you.” Wyatt smiled again and cuddled Chris against him. Chris stayed there until he felt the water start to go cold. Neither of them wanted to move or speak in fear of losing this precious moment that seemed tell the other how much they truly loved anoth It It was silence that would be their truce. Instead of Chris’ smart-alic remarks or Wyatt’s teasing, silence was their future.

Wyatt closed his eyes and tried his spell again. When Chris pulled away with tears in his eyes and got up he knew the spell would never work. Wyatt watched from the tub as Chris went over to his dresser and got dressed. With his hair still dripping wet he took his clothes out of the closet and walked out of their room. Wyatt quickly got up and dressed, following his curious cherub. He saw Chris dump his pile onto the floor of his playroom and turn to his brother.

“I need a bed.” The last of Wyatt’s heart broke.

A bed had been moved in the smaller room and their new way of life had started. Chris wasn’t avoiding Wyatt just not being as friendly with him as he once was. Breakfast was eaten together but in quiet. Wyatt would watch as Chris read boo books, learning ancient languages that were spoken only by a few demons and magical creatures and go over spells that concentrate mostly on healing and teleportation. Chris really hadn’t changed much since he was 14. Wyatt got used to sleeping alone and hated it more for it. He had been irritated when he had to sleep alone while Chris was mad but now!

The knowledge that Chris slept comfortably on a double bed in his own room was infuriating. He had spent the first night laying awake waiting for Chris to sneak back in and cuddle with him. He had waited awake the second hoping to catch the kitten coming to take a peak of him. Nothing, his kitten had made up his mind. That was it. After a few more nights exhaustion had taken hold and force him to sleep. In his dreams he still saw the other one playing with him. He saw the other one laugh with their mother and smile and hate their father to the point of banishing him.

He woke up sweating and shaking. He never would let Chris become that. He didn’t know exactly how to stop it but he would. He would keep his cherub safe even if it meant destroying him. He knew that the other one had been a white lighter. Chris was far form an angelic guide but he could still be driven further.

Wyatt got up and quietly tiptoed out of his room to the hall. Glancing at the closed door he sensed to see if Chris was awake. Still sleeping. His brother had gone to bed earlier and was still out cold. Wyatt shook his head. His sweet brother was actually asleep at 11 on a Friday night. Wyatt’s forehead creased. His brother never was home on a Friday if he could help it.

Shaking his head again he opened the door and surveyed the room. The bundle on the bed moved a bit and a tiny kitten head popped out. Wyatt sat down at the end and picked up Chris’ cat. The smoke gray creature was a new addition to their home but one Wyatt had no complaint about. He much preferred Chris sleeping with the kitten then Bianca. He looked back at the bulge on the bed while scratching the furry Persian under its chin. Looking back down at the cat he reached out and pulled the comforter off the pile of blankets and laundry that had been his brother’s ploy.

He shook his head and addressed the kitten. “I really wonder where he is?” The kitten just starred back at him with his golden eyes and mewed knowing its master was about to be found and grounded.

Chris swayed with the music on the dance floor. The entire night he had forgotten who he was. He had danced with Bianca and drank more then usual. Bianca had listened to him when he told her the truth. She said that she loved him too but that Wyatt would never let him go. They both knew it was only time before Wyatt had Chris back in bed and under another spell. Wyatt never gave up. It was as reliable as the sun rising.

So they danced on the floor and held on every moment they had. Bumping around the floor they made it to the back room. Her short leather skirt was soon pushed up as she undid the front of Chris’ jeans. The door was still half way open. The zipper bit into the sides of his cock when she pulled it out until she undid the button. He tkayed the door closed. His fingers felt inside of her thighs until the met her folds. Slip the them in he rubbed her clit. Their mouths never parted as he made her feel like fire. His thumb circled and pressed into her sensitive flesh as two of his fingers entered her. She moaned as he inserted another and pumped. He removed his hand and sat her up on the desk, his cock still hanging out.

Dropping down into his knees and banging them in the hard floor he ran his tongue over her shaved slit. He moved his tongue over her clit and caused he to shake. She ran one hand through his hair as the other braced itself against the desk. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back as Chris ate her out. Holding on to one of her thighs while the other hand tickled her cunt with the other was pleasure for both of them.

Wyatt watched from the corner invisible, rage barely concealed. He had taken some potions to block Chris and now could see where his heart now was. Bianca owned Chris. He was her bitch now. On his knees pleasuring her when he should be in font of Wyatt doing such things. Wyatt watched as Chris moved up and impaled Bianca. She groaned and braced both of he hands to keep sitting up while he hammered into her. Chris was holding her hips as he pounded in and out. She was gasping as he used her body for pleasure for them both.

Wyatt watched his face as he did it. Chris’ eyes were closed. There was no tension in his face just bliss as he came. He kept moving until she followed and laid down on the desk pulling him down against her. She kissed his lips and whispered I-love-yous to him as he started to cry. Wyatt was startled at this. Chris pulled out of Bianca and sat down hard on the floor. Bianca stood up and fixed her skirt and sat down with him. Se didn’t seem surprised at the outburst at all. She moved so he could lean against her and tucked him back into his jeans. She kept whisperin him him about love and shushed his sobs.

“I can’t stay. I have to go back but every time I see him I know what he’s plotting.” The empty place in Wyatt’s chest lurched. “I hate being so near him. He killed Mike and didn’t even feel anything. He… he’s done so much.” Sobs filled his brother as Wyatt watched. Bianca held him tighter and continued to comfort him. Wyatt quietly shimmered away. His brother was gone.

When Chris got home his bed had been cleaned off and he knew he was dead. The kitten was gone. His room was empty and Chris hoped beyond hoped hat Wyatt had only killed the creature and not made it suffer because of him. The double bed was just a box spring and mattress and the door was wide open. Chris walked out to the living room where Wyatt was sitting. He was reading some book in his housecoat and barely looked up when Chris entered.

A few moments passed until Wyatt put the book down and stood. Chris looked stunning in dark blue jeans and a dark tight t-shirt. He was still covered in sweat from dancing and sex. Wyatt wondered of he kissed Chris would he taste Bianca. Walking over to the cherub he stood towering over him. Chris wouldn’t meet his eyes. He knew that Wyatt had caught him. Even though they weren’t together there was still Wyatt’s unspoken claim on him. He was marked by Wyatt and would never be released. He took Chris’ chin in his hand and forced him to look up. “You are a Halliwell never look like you are below anything. Have I taught you nothing?”

Chris’ eyes showed their confusion just before Wyatt’s hand slapped him hard enough to land him sprawled on the floor. Wyatt still towered over his brother clenching his fists over and over again. “There is another apartment below this one. Your things have been moved into it. Your cat is there. If you…” Wyatt took another breath. “If you and I are not lovers, fine. But I will not be made a fool of. I know you Chris and anything you do I know. You can have Bianca don’don’t ever try to deceive me again.” Wyatt starred down hard at Chris. His small brother orbbed out to where Wyatt directed and found his things already set up and his cat snoozing on his new larger bed.

Over a month had passed since Wyatt and Chris break up. Wyatt rarely saw his brother now. Chris had taken to staying out of his way and far from home. Wyatt had long ago given up on thoughts that this could have been avoided. If pride could be set aside and forgiven things could be as they were but pride had always been a sin of their family. Wyatt would find himself musing and wondering where his brother was and what he was up to. Chris now just froze his bodyguards and Wyatt didn’t have the energy to deal with that. He wanted to talk to Chris not yell a him.

He wondered of maybe Bianca was pregnant and he would be an uncle. Or why Chris hadn’t proposed to her. Frowning he banished that thought. Bianca was a temporary solution for Chris. Something his immortal little brother would soon tire of. As long as Wyatt still knew that their mother’s ring was safely tucked away in the box in the alter room he knew Chris would come back to his senses soon. The engagement ring belonged to Chris while the wedding band belonged to Wyatt. Wyatt used to joke that Chris liked anything that sparkled and the ring always did. Chris had put it in the trunk years ago to keep it from getting lost. Wyatt wore the band on a necklace to remind him of their mother. She was simple yet valuable. She had loved him till death and beyond. He just had to be patient. Chris would realize where his love was.

Chris was carefully taking the smaller boxes out of the trunk in the alter room. He waned to ask Bianca. He needed to know her answer before they went through with it. He needed to know that there was some love connected with him that wasn’t tainted. Wyatt came home and could feel his brother’s presence. He had never told Chris he couldn’t used the alter room. Their book still laid in it and Wyatt would have had no objections to Chris wanting to expand his magic but hen he saw the small velvet box in Chris hands his soul cried.

Chrurneurned to see his brother standing there starring at the small blue box. Standing Chris’ face showed his emotions even behind his new sunglasses. He looked like a child who wanted to keep a toy from a bully. “It belongs to me. I just”

Wyatt cut him off. “I know. I’m, I’m not going to take it. I was just surprised. You’re always afraid you’re going to lose it.” His eyes took in the new haircut and clothes. The chin length was gone and he looked almost ready for military camp. He looked so young with short hair and clean shaven face. Chris was planning on doing this soon. “I was just wondering why you took it out. Do you have somewhere else that you want to put it?” Wyatt walked in and started to fiddle with some of the bottles on the shelves. He was intently interested on the subtle differences of shades of a purple one that he barely heard his brother.

“Yes I do. I’m giving it to Bianca.” Chris orbbed out before Wyatt could cry.

-tbc

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