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Okay, new chapter that in my opinion is a lot better then the last. It had slash in it. Oh sweat normal incest slash. Not mush interaction between the Charmed Ones and Chris. Don’t have the episode on my computer anymore and only watched it once. Watched Chris Crossed about ten times, evil Wyayum.yum.mighmight give you a couple of episodes in a chapter due to the lack of places for Wyatt/Chris love. But the places where it is available will be made … longer. He he he.

Chapter 8

Who ever said that it would be fun to go back in time to see what their parents were like is on crack! Chris listened to his new ‘charges’ argue about how there were going to beat the titans for over an hour. It was really annoying. Leo wasn’t much help. And they kept comparing him to Leo. He thought being compare to Wyatt was bad. At least Wyatt never acted like he was a threat to his manly pride. Chris just wanted to grab the nearest Charmed One turned Goddess and shake some sense into her. He hated them. They were petty and only concerned about mortal stuff and god, he was sounding like an Elder. Chris leaned his head back on the couch.

The elf was watching Wyatt and the house was calmer with the magical creatures gone. The nymphs had finally left him alone when he told them he was gay and they believed him. Something about either that or married. Chris wasn’t listening. He needed to talk with his mother. He needed to make her understand that this was one of those battles that could end all good and that was more important at the moment then her son or husband.

He stood in the doorway of the bedroom and waited for her to notice him. She was humming a lullaby to Wyatt and he wondered if his W sti still remembered it. Maybe he should tell her that Wyatt dose grow up strong and happy to let her mind ease for at least a moment. But that moment might be all that whatever hand turned him needs to slip in and destroy them. She turned to him as she laid down the baby and Chris watched Wyatt snooze for a moment before beginning. “You have to focus. You have to beat the titans.” Her face-hardened and her hands found her hips under the white robe.

“I have to looter ter my son. He’s important to me. He’s my family.”

“Well where I’m from there aren’t many left. The titans destroy the world. You want your little boy to grow up in that. One where you have to fight everyday just to stay alive. I don’t mean just demons. I’m talking about finding food and shelter. You think that he’s so important and act like the world isn’t? Look Piper you have to beat back everything or the world isn’t going to be here for him to grow up in. You have.” He was cut off by her blast and screech. He was flung against the door as she raged. Now he definitely knew where Wyatt got his temper from. He was getting pretty used to being hit around by things now. He orbbed bef before she could do any more damage and went to find Phoebe or Paige. Maybe they were still sane? Probably not. Castration was something he didn’t plan on experiencing in his life.

Mist wasn’t much help in figuring out how to beat the titans. Her kind just basically avoided things like them and kept preparing. Chris wondered if it would all be in vain again. Wyatt had killed their soldiers last time in about thirty seconds. He had absorbed their energies to grow stronger and gave the Valkyrie a choice: Join him or die. They died. He had already over worn his welcome there. They were still willing to help. The chance of a joining between one of them and an Elder/witch was valuable. The child born would be able to fight with all the magics of their parents. They just weren’t used to a man walking around that they couldn’t fully control. Mist had already commented on that was a trait she liked about him. No matter who was in control he would fight to be free.

Mist understood why it was hard for him to just have her and then be out of her life. She and their Queen had said that he would always be welcome to help with the raising of the child. He just didn’t want to be Leo. Sure he was trying with Wyatt now. H was always trying with Wyatt and sending Chris letters. Chris hoped that if his and Mist’s child was a girl maybe she’d be accepted in the tribe more then he was in his family. He needed to go talk to her. He was going insane sitting here waiting.

Wyatt paced in the attic of his old home. Reports said that Chris had gone through a portal and was somewhere lost in time. He wished he had a genie about now. He’d willingly spend the next month going over the perfect wording to have his brother back. He was alone. The guards sent away hours ago as he contemplated what to do. He needed to figure out exactly when his little brother had ran away to and why. The spell could send you to anywhere.

Well he was still Chris’ family even if Chris seemed to forget that all the time. Wyatt walked over to the podium where the book now laid. Chris had used a simple spell to steal it for his trip. Shaking his head Wyatt re-read the spell. It was basically untraceable. If his demons didn’t get the answers he needed from Bianca then he could kiss his brother good bye. He paled and orbed with a sickening realization in his gut to his storage room in his apartment.

The boxes in there went flying. He was searching for one trunk. One simple metal trunk. That was all he wanted to find. God how could he have missed it? Chris’ age was perfect. He found the trunk and threw half the contents out until he saw the object. He had seen it a million times before when looking through these memories and always passed them off as neat. In a corner on the trunk was a glass case. Their Aunt Paige had place the fragile object in it when she had found it in a corner of the attic. He picked up the case and orbed to his dungeon.

Bianca was chained to the wall. Her clothes were rags from the torture and her body wasn’t much better. Bloody scabs had been sealed the the flaming weapons used on her deceptive body and her hair was pulled out in some places. She didn’t even register that her lord had just entered.

Wyatt regarded the witch with disgust. This bitch was going to ruin everything. Walking over to her slumped head he grabbed a handful of hair that still looked attached and yanked her to face him. The spit caught him as off guard as the slap caught her. Her eyes flicked a couple of times and then registered Wyatt again.

“Listen very closely bitch. I am not going to ask nicely. Was my darling brother wearing these when he walked through that portal?” Wyatt held the thinly framed sunglasses for her to see. He was careful not to crush them in his grip. They were still precious to him and it almost seemed that they would be again.

“Why does it matter what he was wearing?” She was still dazed. Her mind was bent out of shape and her body state wouldn’t allow it to reform. Releasing her hair he lifted his free hand over her. The blood went back where it belonged and skin became a smooth surface again. She blinked and glared at him. Her scowl could have melted rocks but Wyatt was immune to it.

“Was he wearing these?” He held the glasses up again. His Aunt had found them while cleaning one day when he was four. They had been under a corner couch and had refused to go up the vacuum. She had turned to him and smiled and asked if he would get them. He had tkayed the object right in her hand and thought he had hurt her. Upon seeing them her eyes filled and breath shortened. Tears flowed and he had tried to heal injuries that were not physical. When she had remembered Wyatt being there she had hugged him and told him that he was a good boy and to go and see mommy.

Wyatt was back in his place with the trunk’s valuables all over his living room. Shirts and jackets and pictures were all over his tables as he went through mentally every moment of his younger life. There were some many similarities to that Chris and his. He should have seen it. Clenching his eyes closed he fought the bile raising in his throat. Getting sick wouldn’t solve this. Maybe give him a nice welcomed distraction but not exactly helpful.

At least he now knew when Chris was. Unfortunately he couldn’t follow. If he tried he’d be reduced to a half white lighter the moment he stepped out of the portal and if their mother di hav have Excalibur then he was toast against his own little brother. Chris had successfully stalemated him for now. Closing his eyes he tried to picture Chris safe and sound in their bed and sleeping. Yes, having a nice dream as his kitten snuggled next to his head on the pillow and purred to him to keep away nightmares.

He could only see Leo hurting Chris or a demon violating him. Wyatt ran for the bathroom. He emptied his stomach on the floor halfway there. He hadn’t eaten much so it was mostly just bile. He gagged a couple more times before standing again. HE made it the rest of the way to the bathroom and rinsed out his mouth. The acidic taste felt like it was trying to melt his teeth.

Wyatt punched the mirror. He couldn’t look at himself now. He had lost his baby brother, his lover and possibly the only person who knew him. Shaking his head again he held up his bleeding hand. Their blood, Halliwel blood. Wyatt smiled, Wyatt blood. Their father’s blood. Their family’s white lighter.

Wyatt moved over to the alter room and started to scan through his books. Something like this wouldn’t be in the book of Shadows but their aunt Phoebe was always teetering on the personal gain side. Snatching up her spell book he grabbed some paper and rewrote a simple spell.

Blinking he saw clouds. He looked down and found he was in golden robes. Leo Wyatt smiled. His spell worked. It took Wyatt a few moments to sort through his father’s powers. Not many or any that were offensive but you can always orb your opponent into a volcano. He sensed for his mother and aunts. There were fighting the titans. He didn’t have much time. He tried to find Chris.

One moment he wasn’t there and the next he was. The little brat must be visiting a place that can cloak itself from the Elders. Not a bad idea. Chris knew where all the most powerful beings were. It was part of the few jobs that Wyatt ever gave him. He orbbed to the abandoned house that his brother was standing in. Chris didn’t notice him. The boy looked distracted. Wyatt could almost feel pain radiating off of him. He saw the blood seeping through his shirt and ran to catch him.

The wound looked like a titan had actually caught him. The blast was half sealed and half infected. Yellowish puss seeped out from the burnt flesh. Wyatt healed him and waited as he woke. When he woke up Chris saw a smiling Leo gently holding him. “Hey I thought I lost you for a minute. You really need to learn how to dodge better.”

“Yah. Yah. I fucked up. Big deal.” Wyatt’s eyes narrowed. His little brother usually didn’t swear. He only did it when he was really upset. Like when their mother had died. Or Wyatt made him feel like he was worthless. Whatever was going on in Chris’ head was big. He was already ignoring him and starting to orb out. Wyatt caught him and forced him back into solid form. “Hey that hurt.” Wyatt softly smiled. That was the little brother he knew. He sounded so childish when he said it, so innocent.

“Come on we need to talk.”

“Look Leo I already told you I can’t tell you anything because of the consequences. God, you’re a white lighter you should understand that you can’t always tell the people who you’re trying to help the whole story or they won’t grow. The Charmed ones have to defeat the Titians their way without any more interference.” His brother seemed so pissed. He probably hadn’t been laid in days. Wyatt chuckled to himself. “What so now this is funny? God you’re so confusing.” Chris stood and started to orb again.

“Wait Chris I want to see how I can help you.” Chris reformed. The look on his face was beautiful. Even if it was caution mixed with ‘Yah-right’. But Chris empathic power must have told him that ‘yes this person wants to help you.’

“Okay, how?”

“Sit first.” Chris sighed and sat across from his father. To anyone but Wyatt Chris looked annoyed, pissed and in a hurry. Wyatt though saw the scared child, who didn’t like being this close to a man who almost murdered him. Leo still invoked fear in his cherub. “Chris you have to stay out of the Charmed Ones way. You have to come home.”

Chris’ head shot up and stared into Leo’s eyes. Why would he say come home instead of go home? “I’m not mad or going to hurt you. Just stay out of the picture and I can figure a way to get you home. Did you really think that I wouldn’t be able to find you cherub? Did you think that I didn’t love you enough to look for you?” Chris was starting to panic. Wyatt quickly orbed behind him and stopped him from orbbing for the third time. Chris landed on his lap hyperventilating. “Shhhh, it’s okay. No one is going to hurt you. Chris will you just listen to me?” Wyatt’s words were lost in Leo’s voice. Chris was struggling and trying to hit his brother. Wyatt could hear the tears in his grunts and feel the fear in his movement.

Wyatt did the only thing he could think of. He turned Chris’ head o they faced each other and kissed him. Wyatt tasted his brother and relished in it. His arms clamped down around Chris and held him breathless as Wyatt tore at Chris’ reality. Wyatt opened his eyes slightly when he felt Chris starting to relax.

Chris eyes were screwed shut against the image of Leo but relaxing into the touch that only Wyatt could give. Whispering in his ear “Just keep your eyes closed.” Wyatt started to undo the pants his little brother had on. The fabric opened and Wyatt felt inside. The silk parted and he had his brother. Stroking him firmly he got the moan he hadn’t heard in a long time. Too long of a time for Wyatt. He attacked the ear closest and licked and sucked at every part of it. His other hand slipped up Chris’ shirt and attacked a nipple begging for attention. Chris was moaning and whimpering for him. Moving with the strokes on Wyatt’s lap he excited the body Wyatt inhabited. He wanted to feel inside of Chris. Unfortunately he had no lube. He’d just have to make Chris’ body give him some.

Wyatt kept his strokes firm and sped up. His mouth attached itself to the joint of his neck and shoulders and bit down. Sucking blood to the surface he marked Chris His hand pinched and rolled Chris’ nipple before moving to th4e next and forcing it to feel anything and everything. Chris couldn’t control his body. His empathy had him feeling himself and Wyatt’s pent up desire. He rocked into Wyatt’s hand and moaned load enough to be heard by the Elders in the clouds. His own hands were tugging at the robe covering Leo’s body. Wyatt rocked against Chris’ ass. Hoping to let the cherub understand how far this was going. Chris rubbed back and mewed.

Releasing Chris neck Wyatt’s lips sought Chris’. He forced his tongue between Chris’ lips and tasted the sweets that Chris had been eating. Magic took energy, energy had to be replaced with claries. It tasted like Chris had been eating meringues. Wyatt would have to remember to tell the cook to make enough so Chris never had to eat anything else. The sweetness was overwhelming.

Chris bit down as he came. Wyatt felt his tongue pierced and could taste the blood. Wyatt caught Chris’ cum in his hand and slid the cherub off his lap. Wyatt orbbed the robe and clothes off him. He slicked up Leo’s cock with the cum and noticed that Chris took after Leo for that. Chris was panting on all fours. His mind was trying to sort out his body and it didn’t have enough time as Wyatt pulled his jacket off of him. Next came his shirt followed by his pants and boxers. Wyatt left them around Chris ankles and sat Chris once again on his lap. Wyatt began teasing Chris again. Nipples were assaulted thing time by both hands and Leo’s mouth.

Chris withered and mewed for more. Wyatt knew what Chris wanted and thrusted up with one long push. s’ ms’ mouth fell open and gasped. Wyatt was fully inside of him and he loved it. Both did. Wyatt wasn’t stretching Chris like he usually would but the feeling of being filled was still there. Chris clenched and Wyatt was in heaven. He had missed his brother so much. Chris moved his legs to kick off his pants and boxers. Then he positioned them on either side of Wyatt’s and lifted up. Wyatt watched and felt as his length disappeared back inside of the beautiful body. His cherub wanted the pleasure and he gladly gave it to him. When Chris moved down he thrusted up. He filled Chris until the back arched against Wyatt’s front. Chris came with the most delicious sort of clamping down and making Wyatt come too.

Wyatt pulled Chris even closer. He coved Chris’ body with his arms and cuddled him. Chris was always snuggly after good sex. Chris was falling asleep fast in his lover’s arms. Snuggling into the embrace he could forget that he’d been blasted by his own mother and threatened by his aunts. Wyatt rocked Chris as the cherub gave in and fell. Wyatt knew that his spell wouldn’t last too much longer and Leo would blame Chris if he awake here.

Wyatt orbed Chris back to P3. There was a small shower stall in the back that was quite useful. He cleaned sleepy Chris up and got him redressed in his clothes. After seating Chris on the sofa he went and cleaned up Leo’s body. It was strange that he could fit more comfortably in this stall then he should have. Leo’s shoulders weren’t as wide and he wasn’t as tall as Wyatt. Once done he quickly finished dressing. He could feel the pull that signaled his spell was starting to become unstable. He poured some more power into it and it stabilized a bit more. stilstill didn’t have much time.

He walked back out to Chris who was studying the floor. Wyatt knelt in the spot and spoke. “You can’t do this brother.” Both stayed calm. Wyatt was almost surprised at that. “You have to find some where and stay out of their lives or you can make it so you don’t even exist. Please look at me.” Chris raised his head and looked at his father/brother. He looked as if Paige had yelled at him. “I can’t get you home yet. I will find a spell and then come back for you.” He watched Chris. Looking for any signs that his little brother understood what he was saying were lost to the ruler. “Just stay out of trouble.”

That drew a small smile to Chris’ lips. “Can’t.” Wyatt frowned. “Best friend are gremlins, remember?” Wyatt had to smile at the though of Chris playing with gremlins again. Those tiny blue ones never ceased to entertain Chris.

“Fine just stay out of harm. I will fix this and then you are coming home.” Taking Chris’ chin in his hands. “Do you understand? I’m not mad. I just want you to come home.” How could he be mad? This was a temper-tantrum. His little brother was just good at figuring ways to force Wyatt to pay attention and if Wyatt didn’t get him back then Chris would…

No, He wasn’t thinking that way. “Okay.” Chris voice was soft and tired from sex. Leo’s face beamed at him. Wyatt kissed him once more and stood up. “I’ll stay out of the way.”

Wyatt felt the sadness in the voice. He knew Chris felt he was in the way a lot growing up. Leo never helped those thought as he ignored Chris’ existence. “I love you.” He started to orb out. Before he was gone he heard Chris’ I love you and something else. Something that gnawed at his skull and he reopened his own blue eyes back in his apartment. Chris had said “I’ll be good.” Wyatt didn’t understand why it bothered him so much. His brother was going to be good and listen to him. Right? I mean how much trouble could Chris get into in the past as long as he listened to Wyatt?

-tbc
Like? Don’t? Better then the last chapter? Probably. My gremlin and me apologize for the last one. Not enough slashyness in it. We hang our head in shame but are happy to give you this one.