Fateful Desire

by style='color:aqua'>KatiKat

"You´re so cute," Phoebe cooed,
leaning over the small bed where her two little nephews slept. Baby Chris was
lying on his belly, small hands clenched into fists next to his head. Wyatt was
sleeping on his side, one arm outstretched and touching his little brother´s
back protectively.

Humming a lullaby she heard Paige sing to
the boys, she took the blanket that had slid off the bed and laid it over the
happily slumbering children. But when she touched their little forms, her
senses were assaulted by a vision of such ferocity that it left her gasping for
breath. Her knees shook as pictures of the distant future hammered on the door
of her mind...

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A dark room... Moonlight streaming through
the window... white curtains dancing in the night breeze...

A large bed... dark bed sheets...

Two bodies... male... naked... glistening
with sweat... locked in the most sensual of dances...

The larger male, blond and older, covered
his brown-haired lover with his body as the other hugged the slender hips that
were driving into him with long legs. A moan echoed through the room as the
blond male, who was obviously dominating his partner, kissed his lover deeply,
then moved down his neck, nibbling and licking the heated skin. The dark-haired
male threw his head backwards and arched his back as the larger one moved in
and out of his body with steady pace, making him spiral higher and higher on
the clouds of pleasure.

"Wyatt!"

The cry shook the room as the blond male
sat down on his heels and without losing contact with his smaller lover he
lifted him up from the bed and sat him down on his lap. He buried himself
deeper into the pliant body, then bit down hard on the exposed neck as his
lover´s head fell back, eyes dazed with pleasure.

"Mine!" the older male growled
and raising his lover from his lap he drove into him with a hard stroke.

The other male screamed...

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Overwhelmed by the deep, scorching desire
that almost seared her empathic pathways Phoebe pulled her hands away, staggered,
then fell to her knees among the strewn plushies. She heaved, her lungs burning
from the lack of oxygen.

She couldn´t believe it. It couldn´t have
been... she raised her head and looked at the sleeping children... them. It
couldn´t...

When she was finally able to catch her
breath and her heart calmed down somewhat, she moved to the bed again where she
propped herself on her elbows.

"Oh, boys," she whispered,
rubbing her forehead. "And what should Aunt Phoebe tell your Mommy now?"

The boys slept on, oblivious...

The End