His Heart

Gremlins are sneaky. They like to hid things on you and then spring up and attack you by surprise. Well here’s another chapter and probably the second last one. *Ducks from the fly objects the gremlin keeps throwing* Hey the story goes onto playtime and then present. And I think I like how it’s going so don’t get mad. Get reviewing and I’ll finish this one and then work harder on present and puppet. He, he, he. Well onto the chapter.
Oh warning cross-dressing Chris. And I don’t own Charmed.

Chapter 9

Leo fell to the ground when the fireball hit him. They weren’t all that powerful. Mostly used to make him feel pain but there was just so many. Wyatt had thrown at least of 12 them and Leo couldn’t heal himself. Tears leaked from Leo’s eyes but not from the pain. His son had demonic powers. Chris death was for nothing. Wyatt just kept demanding what Exactly happened to the ‘other one’ and his own kidnapping.

“Well are you going to tell me or not?” Wyatt angrily formed another fireball and aimed it at the injured Elder. He was running out of time. Chris would expect him home soon and he still had to take care of stuff at the club. If he hadn’t hire a manager to be there when he wasn’t able, being 18 sucked, then the club would have fallen apart by now. He stopped thinking of Leo as his father about 20 seconds after he had orbbed in a saw Chris and Wyatt sleeping together. He had gone off on some rant about needing to erase Chris memories about Wyatt seducing him and finding Wyatt help. The other two Elders had agreed and were whispering about waking Chris up to bind Wyatt’s powers. Wyatt really hated when people tries to talk about him behind his back. Excalibur had sung and Wyatt had felt what it was like to kill Elders.

“Wyatt please...you aren’t evil…your good…we saved you….” Shaking his head at the coughing Elder trying to pick himself up he tossed the fire into his leg. If Chris wasn’t allowed to move one according to the Elders then Leo wouldn’t either. “We can save you both…” He had to save his sons. He’d promised Piper when she dies and was cut off from them. Watching didn’t make her feel any better. She wanted to hold them and kiss them and scare away their monsters.

Crouching down closer to the injured but unable to die traitor he studied him before replying. “I’m not evil Leo.” The Elder’s head shot up to look into his son’s eyes. All he wanted to see was just a spark a glimmer of hope that they both could be saved. “There is no difference between good and evil. Good just had better PR people.” Leo starred at the floor of his cage. Wyatt was lost. ‘They are both lost.’ And he was taking Chris down with him. ‘You let this happen.’ He had to save him. At lease he could save Chris, get him up to the Elders to keep him from Wyatt’s influence and then…then send him back to start all this again? ‘Again and again and agina. But what if this is the only way Wyatt can turn out?’ Leo kept searching his mind for some hope that they would get out of this whole and as a family.

“No, Wyatt there is a difference a big one. Your just being …” Leo was having hard time keeping the blood out of his mouth. Before the fireballs Wyatt had been beating him. And his boy was strong. “…Manipulated. You have to help me. We have to save Chris.” ‘Save the son you failed, again.’

“I’ve already saved him.” Wyatt reached in and took Leo’s chin in his hand. How dare this thing try to lay claim to his brother. ‘He’ll try to steal him too.’ He forced the bloody head to look him straight in the ey “Yo “Your council took him, stole him and soon they’ll pay for the damage they did to him.” ‘Make him pay. Make him know what it’s like to helplessly watch someone you tried to protect be stolen from you.’ Taking a breath to calm his voice and added a cheerful tone. “But first whose up for finding out what I can do to dearly departed aunts who betray me as well?”

Wyatt walked upstairs to the attic. After orbbing home into the basement, there was much less of a chance of someone looking in and seeing him or his brother, he came upstairs to see two boxes of pizza on the counter. Chris did have two methods of cooking, take out pizza or so fancy that you could serve to your mother in law and get permission to marry her other daughter. He could sense Chris was up there probably taking advantage of the peace and quiet to read their book. He knew Chris took comfort from the tome. He did himself. You could hold it and feel their mother and aunts that they loved through it. How it protected and guided them. How it taught them their powers and heritage.

Smiling as he entered the sunlit attic he noticed Chris was napping with the book in his lap. He fell asleep reading like they both had when they were children. On rainy days their mother would have them come up here and study magic to keep them from fighting over toys. He remembered that Chris was always trying the same spells over and over again. He was always trying to perfect protection spells. It was basically the only type of spell that Piper let Chris learn. She never guessed that Chris wrote half of the vanquishing spells that Wyatt used. The little poet had a knack for them that the Charmed Ones ignored like most of his other talents. Since their death Wyatt had taken Chris with him to vanquish demons and such.

Focusing back on the snoozing cherub he wondered what he was dreaming. Was it like other innocents glo glory on the sports field or getting the girl or guy you want? Wyatt thought back to his dreams growing up, of being able to protect his family. They would never fully come true because many of his nightmares already did. The Elders had turned on them. They only had each other. Wyatt vowed to protect what was left. Leo didn’t count anymore. He hadn’t really counted since two years after Wyatt was born. He had left his family willingly. At least Prue didn’t have a choice when she left. Death was death.

Wyatt quietly snuck over to his brother. Carefully stepping around the lose floorboard that squeaked and demanded repair but Piper could never bring herself to have it fixed. Wyatt didn’t know why but hadn’t asked. All he knew was that it was something their mother had left un-perfect and to Wyatt it was something perfect. Like Chris. There demanding attention whenever you tried to ignore it.

If Chris caught wind that Wyatt was comparing him to a floorboard it would cause a small uproar. Not a mad one. Chris would pout until he got an apology and then make Wyatt buy him chocolate or something. Well he bought Chris something.

Wyatt carefully slid the book from the cherub’s arms and placed it back on its pedestal. He turned back to Chris and took a seat on the floor in front of the couch that had been repaired as many times as both of them combined. Chris was dress like yesterday. Only he had turned the cloths that Wyatt got him to look good in to make him look pure. A white tank under a long sleeved white dress shirt left open to gain access to the slight breeze coming in through the open windows. Dark jeans that were hugging his lean legs and just slightly covered his bear feet that were stained from running in the grass without shoes.

Wyatt couldn’t help but want to take his picture. Chris was sweating because of the heat and his darker features made him look so exotic. Wyatt quietly summoned his camera from his bedroom and made sure the flash was on. He did need to wake Chris up.

Snapping the picture was enough to wake Chris. The flash caused his eyes to tighten and the body to spring up. Glaringhis his older brother sitting there on the floor he decided that wasn’t nice. “You’re a dead Man.” Without another sound Chris dropped down onto his older brother. Wyatt didn’t have time to react as Chris wrapped his legs around his midsection and pin him to the ground. Laughing with the cherub he wrestle with him until he saw the opening he was waiting for. Chris was laughing so hard he didn’t notice until he gave a shriek when Wyatt attacked his sides.

Scrambling back while panting he was corned by the tickling monster. It was a game Chris hated and loved. He loved contact with people, especially Wyatt. And he loved feeling what the other was feeling. Also seeing his normally somber brother smiling like Christmas was early and giggling himself was an amusing sight to say the least. But he hated to be reduced to a shrieking and laughing puddle of a child.

Chris was still laughing as Wyatt slowly crawled towards him. Reaching out he tickled the air in front of his kitten’s foot. He only got a few more inches closer to it before Chris giggled and yanked it back. Chris bit his lower lip trying to breath right. He looked adorable trying to escape his tormenter. Wyatt also knew that it was only halk torment for Chris. Chris body was so ticklish when cornered. Wyatt was surprised that their enemies hadn’t sent someone to tickle Chris to death yet. It might have worked.

Wyatt scooted closer. His cheeks would be sore tomorrow from the smiling but it was worth it. To be carefree if only for a moment or two was worth it. Chris could forget and be a happy normal person. If Piper were watching right now she’d be ecstatic. If she was watching any other time in the attic Wyatt was getting grounded.

Reaching out telekinetically He pulled the cherub into his arms quickly. He wrapped his arms around his kitten’s form and snuggled him singling the end of the game. coulcould breath in the scent of his hair and could feel the softness of his skin. “Okay, come on we’re going out to eat and I have to help you get ready.” Chris looked up worrying at his smiling brother. That tone meant trouble.

And trouble it did mean. Once Wyatt had him back in their room as Wyatt now called it he had pulled out the bag that Chris had seen the other day.

“No, no, no, no. I am not wearing that. There is no reason for me to want to wear that so I won’t.” Crossing his arms over his chest he tried to stare Wyatt down. The blond only smirked and shook his head. Chris was reacting as Wyatt had expected him to.

“Oh come on. You lost the bet and I know you’ll like it once you tried it. And I promise we won’t even stay in town. We’ll go to another country if it makes you feel better.”

“No.” Chris could believe what his brother was trying to get him to do. If he thought that the cuffs were weird then this was just off the charts. He wasn’t going to wear it! “If you like it so much then you wear that stupid evil looking thing.”

“Because it won’t look good on me. You have a slender built and you’ll look fantastic, once you shave.”

“No and there’s nothing you can do to make me.”

Wyatt smirked before calling “Chris’ clothes.” At that hiversvers outfit orbbed to his hands and left a rather shocked, I didn’t think you’d do that, look on Chris’ face. “Now that you’re undressed why don’t you have a bath and finish getting ready for dinner or do I have to cast to make you shave?”

“Wyatt.” Chris was whining. He didn’t like how his brother was acting. Chris really didn’t want to wear that outfit. It was worse then wearing the demonic clothes to school.

“Look Chris we had a bet and you lost and I know you’ll like this once you’ve tried it.” Sighing to himself Wyatt knew that this might be pushing the cherub too far. Chris was still shy and he didn’t want to make Chris fell like he was trying to humiliate him or anything. “Just try it on. If you’re really uncomfortable then you can get changed back and we’ll go for pizza.”

“I have pizza downstairs.” Fine of Chris was going to be this way Wyatt was just going to have to change his mind for him.

Walking up to the naked kitten Wyatt claimed the mouth in a kiss. One of his arms went around his kitten to keep him tight against him. While the other hand stroked the skin to a nipple and began pinching and fondling the bud. All Wyatt had to do was lower Chris inhibition a little and this worked better then alcohol. “Please.” Wyatt kissed him again. “Pretty please just try it.” Chris huffed and pouted and took the bag into the bathroom. Wyatt couldn’t have been happier.

Downstairs Wyatt was still waiting for Chris after an hour. He heard the tub drain about 20 minutes ago and was still waiting. He knew that it would take a while to get ready but Chris was acting like a girl. Maybe it’s the clothes. They weren’t what Chris was used to. Shaking his head and abandoning the pizza he started to go up stairs to find the cherub and see if he needed any help with the corset.

He knocked on their door and only got a loud huff in response. Opening it he saw the Chris was still in a towel sitting on the bed and the underwear was still on the bed earning glares from the dark angel. Wyatt walked over and sat behind the Chris and pulled him against his chest. “I can’t even get it on right so what was the point of me shaving my legs?”

“I’ll help you and then we’ll get going.”

The soft green satin panties were the first thing Wyatt helped him with. The flimsy material had probably bunched up every time Chris had tried alone. But now they ran up his smooth legs and hugged his pride to himself. Wyatt slipped his hand into them to adjust Chris and earned a moan from his cherub. Wyatt made sure it was placed right and then grabbed the corset.

He had to admit it did look evil. It was a dark green to match the panties and had a bar part that Chris could stuff to look like a real chest. Making sure the laces were as lose as they could be he slipped it around Chris middle and did up the bra like clasps in the front. Chris was staying absolutely still for Wyatt. He was enjoying the caresses that his lover was placing on him in-between the garments and the extra touches that Wyatt seemed to be adjusting parts of Chris with to help make the illusion. Wyatt finished the clasps and took one of the laces and it mate in his ha He He pulled until it was snug and went to the next. The lady at the sex shop who sold it to him had told him to go slow if it was the first time his boyfriend had ever worn something like this. She had also sold him extra laces incase Wyatt had to add more to accommodate Chris width or if one broke.

Once he had all the laces snug he went back to the middle ones and pulled them tighter. He began doing this to all of laces and kept going until he hear Chris’ noise of pain. Tying the laces off he turned Chris around to face him. He was breathing slowly trying to figure out how to normally with the restrictions in place. Wyatt sat him down on their bed and made him lay back. He grabbed the stockings and covered his lover’s legs till his mid thigh and clipped them to the corset.

Once done, he helped Chris sit up. Moving in the corset was hard. Chris couldn’t bend his back like he was used to and the thing made him have the best posture that he could. Wyatt smiled at the slowly moving kitten. Chris hands felt the softness of the corset. His right going over the front near his stomach while his left went down his leg feeling the soft stockings. Standing back Wyatt just watched silently. His cherub was turning him on without realizing it. He saw Chris hand move from his leg to his crouch and touch himself. Probably to make sure it was still there but also sending shivers to Wyatt’s.

Chris looked down at the bra past and looked back up to Wyatt. “Are you gonna make me stuff it?” His kitten’s pout was on his lips. Wyatt left the room and returned with a box of tissues. Stuffing the bra didn’t take long and soon Wyatt was looking at a fairly good illusion of a girl.

Wyatt pulled the blouse from the bag and help his little brother put it on. The dark green brought out his eyes. The silk made him look feminine and delicate. Once over the underwear Wyatt could have believed that this was a girl. His brother had always been delicate but now. Wyatt pulled out the last piece of clothes in the bag and showed it to Chris who just stood there pouting as he took it from his brother and tried to figure how to put it on. Once in place the pleated plaid green skirt covered his hips and legs just but would make it so Chris would have to cross his legs when sitting or risk showing off his undies.

Wyatt retrieved the shoes from the closet and helped Chris put on the heel-ed black snap up schoolgirl shoes. He then dragged the reluctant cherub in front of the mirror.

Chris could believe his reflection. It was a female him. It wasn’t with glamour that would fade with another thought though. He could let his mind wonder and never worry that it would slip. He also knew Wyatt wasn’t done. “Come on you still have to put on make up.” Wyatt helped him apply all the stuff where it was supposed to be. Even a wig to add length to Chris’ hair was added. It was the same colour as his own but allowed him to believe that if anyone did see him they wouldn’t be able to recognize him at school the next day.

Once done Wyatt stood back from the cherub on the chair. He was ecstatic on how well the transformation had been performed. His pouting cherub looked like a girl. He could go walking down any street and the only looks and stares they would get would be at her beauty and his muscles. He loved it. “Come on we have to get to dinner.”

Wyatt had paraded Chris around the city for hours. He didn’t even bother asking Wyatt what city they were in as long as it wasn’t anywhere near San Francisco. Dinner had beena nia nice restaurant, a Kelsey’s, and now they were walking through a fair eating cotton candy and laughing about stupid things. Chris could almost forget about the clothes and his situation if it wasn’t for those damn heels. He had no idea on how women walked in them. According to Wyatt he was doing a damn good job of walking like a girl. No one had taken notice to the boyish face under the make up and when they were walking Chris had heard a few catcalls that might have been meant for him. He just snuggled closer to Wyatt who had his arm permanently and protectively around his cherub’s hip to make sure he didn’t fall in the heels and let him glare at the other boys’ rudeness.

Dinner, a fair and walking had tired out the younger boy long before Wyatt had suggested they return home. Nodding he followed Wyatt to a secluded area and closed his eyes letting his brother orb them both home.

The teleportation left Chris feeling dizzy. It wasn’t like orbbing. It made his head spin and his dinner try to escape his stomach. Wyatt caught him as the floor tried to rush to his face. “Easy. It’s okay.”

Damn, he shimmered. If Chris’ eyes had been open he would have saw it and ran from Wyatt. He was sure of it. But the cherub hadn’t noticed the difference in the colour, just the feelings that were associated with it. “Maybe you’ve been wearing that corset too long.” Smile at his cover up. “Maybe we should get you out of it?” He orbed Chris to their bed.

Laying the quiet cherub down he felt him relax. Maybe the corset had added to the trauma of shimmering for the first time.

Chris just sighed when he felt the bed. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet for fear of puking. Wyatt slid his hands from Chris shoes to under his skirt. He could feel the softness of the panties and rubbed the twitching length under it. Lifting up the skirt he kissed the ach he was causing Chto hto have. A moan escaped the palely pink painted lips. Wyatt ran his teeth over the fabric lightly teasing his toy.

Bring his legs up so that Chris feet were on the bed and the heels were digging in to the bedspread Wyatt kneeled on the floor. He continued his assault on the fabric. He wanted to bury himself in the slender body and hold the kitten till next century but first he wanted to see Chris with his own hands. He held Chris’ legs open with his arms while running his hands up the shirt and opening it. He ended up popping most of the buttons but got what he wanted. The dark green fabric was showing and he could tell that his brother was sweating again.

Standing up a little he ran his hands from Chris’ shoulders to his hands. Taking them he place them over Chris cock and used his own hands on top of them to make him feel himself. He felt Chris’ hands start to message himself and released them. Wyatt got up and laid down on the bad beside Chris. Removing the tissues from the corset he took one of the nipples in his mouth and teased it with his tongue.

Chris was gasping. The corset stopped him from getting enough air and his blood flow wasn’t going in the right direction for him to consider this a problem. He just wanted Wyatt to take him. He made his hand go firmer as he slipped them under the panties.

Wyatt watched as Chris head peeked out from the soft green. He saw the pre-starstart to leak out and reached down tracing his finger over to spread it to over the weeping sex. Moving back up he stood between Chris’ legs and pulled him to stand against him. He stole what little breath the cherub had with the kiss. Chris was so docile like this letting Wyatt lead him anyway he wanted. He turned Chris around and pushed him back on the bed.

Chris landed with a slight whine. He didn’t like being tossed around like a rag doll. Yet to be totally un-in control, to be totally dominated by his brother was exciting him more and more.

Wyatt moved the shirt up again so he could see his brother’s ass hidden by the panties. Slipping them down slowly he left them on one of Chris ankle. Kneeling down he ran his tongue down the clef of Chris’ ass. He slipped it into the warm hole and began tongue fucking the withering cherub. He could hear Chris praying for more to any gods that were listening. He sped up his tongue, slipping it in and out, mimicking what he would do in a few more minutes with the real thing.

He reached over, never leaving Chris’ ass and grabbed the bottle of oil. He coated his hand with it while the other was undoing his own jeans. Once his erection was free he coated it in oil. Standing up he kicked off the jeans and pulled off his shirt. Bracing one hand on the bed he slipped his oil-coated finger into Chris moving it around to stretch him. He added another to finish the job and pulled out. He liked Chris only half prepared. He loved the feel of his muscles trying to accommodate the intuition and Chris seemed to love it more too. His little brother liked it a bit rough and who was he to deny him anything?

He yanked Chris roughly up to stand in front of him and moved to pin the younger one against the wall. Wyatt reached down and took one of Chris legs, the one with the underwear still dangling on the ankle and draped it over his shoulder. He loved how flexible his brother was. So many ways one could play when you had no fear of something hurting your lover. Bracing that arm against the wall for support he used his other hand to position his dick at Chris entrance.

Chris bit his lower lip as Wyatt pushed in. His brother was so big it stretched him to his limits. He wanted to cry out but knew if he did he might not have enough breath left to enjoy the ride. Once he felt Wyatt’s hips touch hid ass he wrapped his arms around Wyatt’s neck and used the leverage to move up off the cock and then dropped back down. He stayed still for another moment before repeating the action.

Wyatt loved watching Chris with his mouth open, his tongue darting out to lick his lips and his eyes closed to everything. He used his free hand to help his brother move up and down, guiding him and speeding him up. Wyatt never wanted this to end. Wrapping his leg around Wyatt’s waist he could feel that he was close. The corset was painfully tight and so was the ball forming in his stomach. He began seeing sparks and he felt Wyatt bite down on the hicky he had left last night.

He came between their bodies, spraying the corset with his cum while Wyatt braced his head against the wall and used both hands to raise and drop Chris. He was so close. Knowing Chris had came only spurred him on. He felt the tensing and relaxing that were form Chris climax. He was almost there. He slid his mouth up Chris’ neck to his jaw and over his open mouth. He took it over with passion and came. He continued to bring Chris up and down over his cock as the waves ran through him. He loved feeling Chris. He wouldn’t ever let him go again.

He quickly slid his arms around Chris so he wouldn’t drop the cherub and stumbled over to the bed and dropped down on top of Chris still sheathed inside. Finally after catching his breath he slid out of his lover. Trying to sit up he had to support himself with one arm while the other undid the front clasps of the corset. Chris was falling asleep fast and he wouldn’t be happy if he woke up in it. Once it was off and thrown on the floor. Wyatt moved his cherub so that he was on a pillow and comfortable before snuggling down with him and healing his ribs and other parts. He didn’t want Chris sore so that he’d never wear it again.

“I love you.” Unfortunately his cherub was already too asleep to hear the whispered confession.

Wyatt napped on and off all night. He didn’t want to leave his angel unprotected. Getting up for a quick shower at about 4am he noticed the answering machine was blinking. Glancing back at the cherub he knew that it wouldn’t wake him. He pressed play.

A cheerfully somber voice of the some woman greeted his ears. “Hello Mr. Halliwell. This is nurse Jakens from the Sunny Days retirement homes. I am sorry to inform you that your grandfather had passed away this morning. He had a heart failure and died peacefully in his sleep. If you could please call the office back to arrange transportation of his things and funeral arrangements it would be appreciated. We are sorry for your loss. Bye.”

Wyatt couldn’t breath. He had healed Victor. He had given Chris back his grandfather. There was no way that a failing heart could have escaped his powers. Wyatt had healed all of him. Victor had been happy. He had even said that now he could go with them to dinner later in the week and celebrate the good news that the club was going well. Wyatt couldn’t comprehend how this happened. Death wasn’t after grandpa; he had checked it washis his time. Not for another few years and all Wyatt wanted to do was make those years happy for all of them, especially Chris. Why had death come for him?

The only explanation was that someone else had undone his healing. The only beings with the power to do that were the Elders. ‘They did it. And now you have to break a promise to your cherub because of them.’ Wyatt wanted to strangle every last one of them. ‘They killed him to hurt you and Chris. The poor little one. What will you tell him?’ What would he tell Chris? whi while they were playing and fucking their grandfather had been murdered? ‘Tell him the truth. Tell him the truth you’ve been protecting him from.’ He didn’t want to. Chris was still so innocent. He didn’t know if his brother could take the news. ‘He’ll hate you later if you don’t tell him. Let him sleep now but when he wakes you have to tell him.’ Wyatt clenched his fists and eyes closed. He couldn’t cry. He had to be strong for Chris. He had to be the older reasonable one to protect him.

‘You can’t always protect him. He has to learn how to protect himself. He needs to know things like you do now.’ The atheme. Wyatt heft eft some of the demonic powers in it to give to Chris when he was ready. ‘They’d let him move about without fear of an Elder sensing him. Even a dark lighter would bug him then.’ Wyatt raced upstairs to the attic and grabbed it. Glancing at the stone he notice Excalibur missing. He had left it in Chris’ room unguarded. Panic swept through him at the though of it being stolen. Calling it he let the breath out and slid it back into the stone. No one would be able to steal anything of his again. ‘Hurry before he wakes up and tries to talk you out of it. He still too much like them and might try to flee from you.’

Wyatt shimmered back into the room and placed the knife’s handle in his sleeping brother’s hand. Closing his own around Chris he concentrated on their bond. Letting Chris feel the need to absorb this. He saw the energy flow into his brother’s arm and into his body. ‘You’ve saved him. He’ll never be an Elder now. Now he’s too damaged.’

Closing his eyes Wyatt felt sleep tugging at him. He climbed back into the bed and pulled Chris against him. He remained like that until morning.

Barbas flamed down to Leo’s cell. His plan was nearly done. Sixteen years it had taken. Sixteen years of whispering into the entire family’s ears and both children were nearly his.

Piper never wanting to let Chris become the demon hunter he was before had basically destroyed Chris’ chance of being able to fight. Leo, oh the poor father always saw Chris dying and fading to nothingness every time he saw the younger version of him. He kept seeing Wyatt begging for his brother back saying it was Leo’s fault that he had died. That Leo had failed as a father. Paige, sweet half breed Paige, she only could stand back and watch as people took the ones she loved from her. And Phoebe, she saw Wyatt going evil every few moments, until Paige herself had to destroy her own sister to save her nephews. They never guessed he was involved in the death of Piper. How could he? The bus driver didn’t see her standing there. Why else would he have sped up? Unless he wanted to kill the demon that he saw in front of him.

Both the children had the demonic powers and were so far gone neither would ever see an Elder as an ally again. Smile at the sleeping father he had one last piece to fit into this plan before it was finished, before evil finally won.

-tbc

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