A Friend? A Lover?
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Category:
1 through F › Charmed
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
10,816
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Charmed, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Nightmares and Revelations
Chapter 7: Nightmares and Revelations
After stepping out of the extremely erotic shower, both boys towelled themselves off and headed to their beds. In the middle of both beds was a small table that had an alarm clock flashing 12:30 to them. “It’s been a long day, let’s get some shut eye and then we can prepare for going shopping with the horde.” Wyatt said causing Chris to giggle at him.
Once both boys were snuggled into their separate beds it took no time at all for them to drift off into the land of nod, feeling utterly content.
Meanwhile downstairs the adults were sitting chatting about their new house guest. “So that’s the one who is going to bring my baby so much happiness?” Piper asked with a large smile on her face.
“You should feel it Piper, the love that they share it’s...it’s....overwhelming to say the least. I have never felt anything like it.”
“Wow, that coming from a cupid must be an achievement.”
“Yeah, I mean those boys, when they finally saw each other for the first time it was like they were searching for something for their entire lives and they found it without even knowing what it was that they were looking for. They found their other halves within that split second that their eyes met.”
“Ohh that’s so romantic!” Phoebe gushed before turning to look at Piper “So, how long do you think that you will have to wait to meet your grandchild?” She asked Piper whose face immediately split into a wide grin.
Back upstairs, Wyatt woke up confused. One minute he was in a deep contented sleep and the next he was wide awake with a sense of Panic in his gut. Looking over to the other bed he saw why. Chris was tossing and turning in his sleep, obviously he was having a nightmare. In no time at all Wyatt was out of his bed and standing next to Chris’s. Grabbing his shoulders he gently started to shake him trying to get through the fog in his mind.
Chris’s dream
Chris was an eight year old boy hiding out in his bedroom from the one that was pounding on the door. “Christopher Perry! Open this door right now!” Was being shouted by his father on the other side.
“No daddy.” The little boy sobbed into his knees. But his protests were useless. His father ran at the door and broke through the only protective barrier that Chris had. In less than three strides he was next to his son’s side and hefting him up over his shoulder. Smacking him hard on the bottom he carried the struggling child over to the bed.
He roughly threw Chris onto the bed and then climbed ontop of him, effortlessly he pinned his arms above his head keeping them in place with only one of his, as the other moved down to remove his belt and jeans. Once Jackson Perry was free of his pants and boxers he roughly pulled off his sons.
Chris screamed loudly when his father roughly pushed in. He may only be a boy but he knew that what his father was doing was wrong. He has been hurt by his father before but this type of pain was the worst. He felt like he was being split in half. He sobbed and pleaded futilely. It was only once his father was done that he pulled out, he seemed unaffected by the blood coating himself and his sons legs. He only leant down and captured Chris’s lips in a harsh bruising kiss.
“I will be back for you.” He whispered.
“No...Daddy....NO!”
“NO!” Chris screamed as he spot bolt upright in bed, startling Wyatt, who had been trying to wake him for near on fifteen minutes. Wyatt overcame his shock quickly and pulled him into a hug rubbing soothing circles on his back. A few minutes later he felt Chris’s tears soak through his t-shirt.
Shocked, this is the first time that he has seen Chris cry, Wyatt pulled away and forced Chris to look at him and rubbed his tears from his face. “What’s wrong Chris?” Wyatt asked. Chris just shook his head in response to the question, embarrassed for what happened to him.
Wyatt’s empathy kicked in at that moment and he shook his head “No, Chris don’t pull away from me. Please tell me, I want to help you.” Chris looked into Wyatt’s panicked eyes and saw no ill-will in them so he began his story.
“My father he...he...”
“It’s OK Chris, take your time.” Wyatt said pulling him into the hug again and resuming the tracing of the circles on his back.
Chris took a deep breath, inhaling the calming scent of Wyatt and continued again. “he came into my room one day....he was angry....and drunk...I thought that he was going to hit me again like usual but he didn’t instead he....he....he held me down on the bed....” He suddenly stopped, a sob escaping his lips and held onto Wyatt tighter.
To say that Wyatt was furious was an overstatement, if Chris’s father was still alive nothing would stop his from marching into his home and ripping him limb from limb. But now his attention was focused solely on the sobbing form in his arms. “Shhh, shh I am so sorry Chris.”
“S’not your fault Wyatt.” Chris said pulling away and rubbing his eyes, trying and failing to wipe away the tears cascading down his cheeks.
“I know, but I’m still sorry.” Wyatt said helping remove the tears. Both boys sat in a comfortable silence for a while staring into each other’s eyes, until Chris yawned suddenly. Chris looked shocked that the yawn snuck up on him while Wyatt chuckled at his face.
“Alright, it’s been a long night, let’s get some shut eye. We can talk more in the morning.” Wyatt said before he placed a loving kiss on Chris’s forehead and then moved back over to his own bed. Climbing under the covers he noticed Chris laying on his back and staring up to the ceiling. Chris closed his eyes and sighed.
Watching Chris ‘sleep’ Wyatt found his eyelids getting heavier by the second. He was half asleep when he heard movement from the other side of the room. Snapping his eyes open in fear of another nightmare, he turned his head to see Chris stepping out from under the covers and moving over towards him. “You OK Chris?” He asked staring up into the hesitant face of the cherub standing above him.
“Can I sleep with you tonight Wyatt?” He asked hesitantly. Wyatt just smiled at him and then lifted the blankets in an invitation. Chris smiled at him and then climbed in, snuggling into Wyatt’s chest and gripping onto his t-shirt. Wyatt smiled down at him and then lowered the blankets again making sure that Chris was covered properly. That task complete he wrapped his arms around Chris and kissed the top of his head before settling back into the pillows again.
Both boys fell asleep in each other’s arms, and that was how they woke the next day.
After stepping out of the extremely erotic shower, both boys towelled themselves off and headed to their beds. In the middle of both beds was a small table that had an alarm clock flashing 12:30 to them. “It’s been a long day, let’s get some shut eye and then we can prepare for going shopping with the horde.” Wyatt said causing Chris to giggle at him.
Once both boys were snuggled into their separate beds it took no time at all for them to drift off into the land of nod, feeling utterly content.
Meanwhile downstairs the adults were sitting chatting about their new house guest. “So that’s the one who is going to bring my baby so much happiness?” Piper asked with a large smile on her face.
“You should feel it Piper, the love that they share it’s...it’s....overwhelming to say the least. I have never felt anything like it.”
“Wow, that coming from a cupid must be an achievement.”
“Yeah, I mean those boys, when they finally saw each other for the first time it was like they were searching for something for their entire lives and they found it without even knowing what it was that they were looking for. They found their other halves within that split second that their eyes met.”
“Ohh that’s so romantic!” Phoebe gushed before turning to look at Piper “So, how long do you think that you will have to wait to meet your grandchild?” She asked Piper whose face immediately split into a wide grin.
Back upstairs, Wyatt woke up confused. One minute he was in a deep contented sleep and the next he was wide awake with a sense of Panic in his gut. Looking over to the other bed he saw why. Chris was tossing and turning in his sleep, obviously he was having a nightmare. In no time at all Wyatt was out of his bed and standing next to Chris’s. Grabbing his shoulders he gently started to shake him trying to get through the fog in his mind.
Chris’s dream
Chris was an eight year old boy hiding out in his bedroom from the one that was pounding on the door. “Christopher Perry! Open this door right now!” Was being shouted by his father on the other side.
“No daddy.” The little boy sobbed into his knees. But his protests were useless. His father ran at the door and broke through the only protective barrier that Chris had. In less than three strides he was next to his son’s side and hefting him up over his shoulder. Smacking him hard on the bottom he carried the struggling child over to the bed.
He roughly threw Chris onto the bed and then climbed ontop of him, effortlessly he pinned his arms above his head keeping them in place with only one of his, as the other moved down to remove his belt and jeans. Once Jackson Perry was free of his pants and boxers he roughly pulled off his sons.
Chris screamed loudly when his father roughly pushed in. He may only be a boy but he knew that what his father was doing was wrong. He has been hurt by his father before but this type of pain was the worst. He felt like he was being split in half. He sobbed and pleaded futilely. It was only once his father was done that he pulled out, he seemed unaffected by the blood coating himself and his sons legs. He only leant down and captured Chris’s lips in a harsh bruising kiss.
“I will be back for you.” He whispered.
“No...Daddy....NO!”
“NO!” Chris screamed as he spot bolt upright in bed, startling Wyatt, who had been trying to wake him for near on fifteen minutes. Wyatt overcame his shock quickly and pulled him into a hug rubbing soothing circles on his back. A few minutes later he felt Chris’s tears soak through his t-shirt.
Shocked, this is the first time that he has seen Chris cry, Wyatt pulled away and forced Chris to look at him and rubbed his tears from his face. “What’s wrong Chris?” Wyatt asked. Chris just shook his head in response to the question, embarrassed for what happened to him.
Wyatt’s empathy kicked in at that moment and he shook his head “No, Chris don’t pull away from me. Please tell me, I want to help you.” Chris looked into Wyatt’s panicked eyes and saw no ill-will in them so he began his story.
“My father he...he...”
“It’s OK Chris, take your time.” Wyatt said pulling him into the hug again and resuming the tracing of the circles on his back.
Chris took a deep breath, inhaling the calming scent of Wyatt and continued again. “he came into my room one day....he was angry....and drunk...I thought that he was going to hit me again like usual but he didn’t instead he....he....he held me down on the bed....” He suddenly stopped, a sob escaping his lips and held onto Wyatt tighter.
To say that Wyatt was furious was an overstatement, if Chris’s father was still alive nothing would stop his from marching into his home and ripping him limb from limb. But now his attention was focused solely on the sobbing form in his arms. “Shhh, shh I am so sorry Chris.”
“S’not your fault Wyatt.” Chris said pulling away and rubbing his eyes, trying and failing to wipe away the tears cascading down his cheeks.
“I know, but I’m still sorry.” Wyatt said helping remove the tears. Both boys sat in a comfortable silence for a while staring into each other’s eyes, until Chris yawned suddenly. Chris looked shocked that the yawn snuck up on him while Wyatt chuckled at his face.
“Alright, it’s been a long night, let’s get some shut eye. We can talk more in the morning.” Wyatt said before he placed a loving kiss on Chris’s forehead and then moved back over to his own bed. Climbing under the covers he noticed Chris laying on his back and staring up to the ceiling. Chris closed his eyes and sighed.
Watching Chris ‘sleep’ Wyatt found his eyelids getting heavier by the second. He was half asleep when he heard movement from the other side of the room. Snapping his eyes open in fear of another nightmare, he turned his head to see Chris stepping out from under the covers and moving over towards him. “You OK Chris?” He asked staring up into the hesitant face of the cherub standing above him.
“Can I sleep with you tonight Wyatt?” He asked hesitantly. Wyatt just smiled at him and then lifted the blankets in an invitation. Chris smiled at him and then climbed in, snuggling into Wyatt’s chest and gripping onto his t-shirt. Wyatt smiled down at him and then lowered the blankets again making sure that Chris was covered properly. That task complete he wrapped his arms around Chris and kissed the top of his head before settling back into the pillows again.
Both boys fell asleep in each other’s arms, and that was how they woke the next day.