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Um my muse is a gremlin who had many sharp and pointy implements that are all pointed at a very …tender…spot on me because he read your reviews and said write now or sing higher notes. So on with the next part of my series. (The first part is still being written, His Heart)

But Thank You. All, everyone makes me feel so loved and appreciated.

The prologue is set about 6 months after Playtime. And the rest will be taking place in the present, past… time that Piper is alive and doesn’t know Chris is her son.
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I ask for so little.
Just let me rule you,
And you can have everything that you want.
Just fear me, love me, do as I say,
And I will be your slave.
- JARETH, The Labyrinth

Prologue

Chris starred at the sleeping form of his brother. It had been 6 months since he last slept in that bed with him. Ever since the night he had came home drunk and stoned and Wyatt had taken revenge for his words he had left their bed and slept in his playroom. He still hadn’t tried to get a bed in there. Sleeping on the floor with a good amount of blankets and pillows was comfortable enough to prevent him from asking Wyatt for anything. He didn’t want to owe Wyatt anything else.

He did miss his lover though. He hadn’t thought it would be this hard to stay mad at Wyatt. He had tortured him all night and here he was watching him trying to figure out if he’d wake up if Chris climbed into bed with him for a few minutes. A few tears found their way to Chris’ chin.

Wyatt was trying his best to pretend to sleep. For the past few nights Chris had been quietly coming into their room and watch him. Wyatt was used to people trying to kill him so he woke instantly when the cherub opened the door. He had to stay so still, the slightest movement would send Chris speeding from the room and into hiding. All he wanted to do was pull his kitten into bed and cuddle him. He missed the warm trusted body next to his.

Thinking of that body he remembered Chris still hadn’t asked for a bed for his playroom. Maybe that was a good sign, maybe that meant that Chris wasn’t planning to make it a permeate change. Just until he calmed down and taught Wyatt a lesson.

But Wyatt knew it was more likely Chris didn’t was to ask for anything. He barely ate lately and it was starting to show. He didn’t look healthy. His normally tanned skin was pale and pasty and he hadn’t felt fresh air in the past months. He hadn’t even had his hair cut in that time. Which was the only good thing. Chris hair was now curling around his chin and gave him a more delicate feminine look. Driving Wyatt’s hormones straight to his length, imagination and left hand.

The fault for Chris not going outside was Wyatt’s. Since he bound Chris powers and Chris didn’t want them back. So Wyatt had told him that if he wanted to leave the apartment he had to keep his bodyguards plus some new ones Wyatt had assigned with him and not try to lose them. Wyatt didn’t for a moment doubt that Chris could lose the demons even powerless. He was damn sneaky when he wanted to be.

Chris just didn’t say anything and sat where Wyatt told him to and picked at his food that was set in front of him. The stress of this was getting to Wyatt. He hated to see his kitten sad and that’s all Chris seemed to be. Chris didn’t talk, he didn’t eat he didn’t play the piano, he didn’t practice his gymnastics or kickboxing. He just existed and it was Wyatt’s fault. He had crossed the line too many times that night and now was paying for it.

Minnka even noticed his manner was less then loving towards others lately. All he wanted was Chris to love him again and understand that he was funken sorry and he loved the jerk. But no, Chris didn’t and he was damn good at giving the silent treatment.

Wyatt heard Chris stand up quietly and tread over the soft carpet to the door and leave. Breathing out a sigh Wyatt wondered when he would get Chris back. Blinking back tears that tried to fall he wondered if he could get Chris back at all or if he was just delusional.

Wyatt woke up in the morning to his annoying alarm clock. He wanted to kill it. The stupid thing with its overly cheerful buzzer telling him yes, it’s 6:15 am and you need to get up and rule the god damn word! He hit it once and cuddled back down on his side into the blankets stopping when he felt something snuggle into his back. Turing his head he saw his kitten there. Sound asleep and lightly snoring. His pale features were a stark contrast to the deep forest green of the sheets. His hair was splashed out over the pillow that had been unused for months and his presence had stopped Wyatt from hanging himself with the sheets again.

Wyatt carefully turned around to cuddle his kitten and held him in his arms. He could cum right now from how good he felt. His face wouldn’t stop smiling and he was certain his cheeks were going to be sore later. He didn’t care if he was going insane and was just dreaming. Or if the world was ending and he was being given this for a moment before he was sent straight to hell. He’d roast happily.

Unfortunately moments only last as long as it takes your heart to feel the dread of the moment being lost. Chris stirred. Waking up a little he felt arms holding him and soft blankets all around him. He snuggled deeper into both and felt the arms tighten protectively around him. He was content enough to purr. He had remembered running from a demon that was going to make him take a geometry test naked in front of his old school. A type of dark-lighter trying to break him. Ha, it didn’t work. He escaped and was safe now.

Wyatt kissed his forehead and snuggled deeper. If he could he would keep Chris here forever. Tell him how much he loved him and never let him get out of this bed again. But his alarm clock picked that moment to go off again. He was now positive there was a mischief maker somewhere trying to get him into trouble with Chris because said angel was waking up fully now.

Rubbing sleep out of his eyes Chris wondered where he was. Blinking with out really opening his eyes he tried to figure out what was making that noise. It sounded like the thing that Wyatt claimed was n alarm clock. His eyes bolted open, had he fallen asleep in the room? No he was certain that he had walked out and gone to bed on the floor of his room. He knew it. That only left Wyatt going into his room and moving him here.

So Wyatt had given up and decided that Chris wasn’t allowed to sleep where he wanted to anymore. Wyatt had already imprisoned him in the apartment why not move it to the master bedroom. Tears were starting to gather in his eyes as Chris knew he was getting himself worked up. If Wyatt had picked him up off the floor didn’t that mean that he wanted Chris to be more comfortable.

Another part of his head screamed no. It was the part that told him that he was just a worthless toy that Wyatt felt guilty enough to keep. That Wyatt never truly loved or protected, just felt it was his duty to their mother to keep around. Sobs were forming at his throat and Chris wanted out of the bed and to be alone now.


Wyatt saw the tiny cherub wake and start to get worked up. He had no idea how Chris got in here and by the looks of it neither did Chris. He probably thought Wyatt did it to control him more. God what did he need to do to get something through Chris’ skull, a jackhammer?

Out of the blue Chris disappeared. Literally, out of the blue. One moment he was lying there ready to cry and the next orbs that shouldn’t be answering him were surrounding the angel and removing him from his lover’s side. Damn, like Wyatt he held a lot of raw power. Not as much as Wyatt but still enough to start to undo spell even he did.

Chris reformed in his playroom to find Minnka going through some of his books. He hated her. With her snake eyes that always followed him when he entered a room. And her forked tongue that made the occasional comment about if Wyatt ever got tired of him she’d be happy to give Chris a warm bed.

He watched her as she scanned through his favorite volumed snd sneered at them. He didn’t have time to tell her to get out because Wyatt stormed in to clearly talk with his kitten and forcibly, and lovingly, make him come back to bed and get some half decent rest.

Minnka jumped as the door hit the wall. When she had entered the room to talk with Chris she notice he was gone so she thought she might be able to find something here to use to tthe the child to do something interesting for her. She was hoping for something that he didn’t want his brother to see and blackmail him with iBut But she was willing to settle for something to bribe the child with. Chris was a beautiful creature and all who saw him wanted him.

Wyatt looked from Minnka to the floor where Chris’ books now were scattered. She hadn’t been going through them nicely and he noted a few pages ripped out scattered with the books. He looked back up at her and she burst into flames. No one hurt his kitten’s feelings and got away with it.

Wyatt turned back to Chris to apologies for his books when Chris ran into his arms and started crying. urieuried his face into Wyatt’s chest and sobbed. He hated not being able to feel anyone. He hated being trapped like a criminal. And he hated sleeping on the floor. He just wanted his brother back. The one who stroked his hair and told him his nightmares weren’t real. The one who cried with him through all their family members passing. The one who made love hrishris and made him feel worth something.

-tbc

Like? Don’t? Please review. Oh and the next chapter might be in this time as well but then it will switch to the other. And don’t worry a very agitated Wyatt will being following his kitten to spank some sense back into him.

Hehehehe one-track mind.

The gremlin says I can sleep now! YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!