Puppet (Rewrite)

Author’s Note

I disliked how Puppet was going. I had 5 chapters and a nice tiny little corner that I had written myself into. I hated that I had done that to myself and I thought that I could rewrite it and make it better. While rewriting the first chapter of it I tried to clear up the things that were confusing everyone caused me to have crib notes in the second.

I do hope that you all enjoy it too. There is more sex and Melinda in it. Yes the first chapter has both in it. I know what you’re saying though, “We want sweet Chris and over sexed Wyatt.” Well there here too, and better. My writing style lately has been sucking and I figured that the re-write would help. I like the idea just not the corner. My gremlin is still asking to be fed and promises to behave and poke me to write more when he is.

I would also like to give an apology for the time it has taken to post this. My Internet is down and I don’t want to use a public computer to post this so you had to wait. Sorry. Also I would like to apologize to anyone who still wants the older version to read or to continue. I can’t continue it. It’s dead. But if you want a copy I can email it to you. I just don’t want to post a failure on my account.

The warnings:

There is M/F and M/M possibly M/M/F later. There is a lot of oral, normal and soon anul.

My main characters are Wyatt Halliwell., Chris Halliwell and Melinda Halliwell. See the names, yes all related. Incest!

Chris is under Wyatt’s control. Wyatt is being a nasty bastard and using him like a puppet just like we wish he did on the shoee tee title.

Spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. Along with the wrong word occasionally sprinkled in. No beta, writing mostly at 2am. I do have paragraphs!

I don’t own Charmed at all. Please don’t sue me. I have no money and my computer isn’t worth half of my debts. I really need to cut up my visa. I also make no money off of this story. Just reviews of the readers are nice enough to give them. Enjoy and please review. I need to know if it should be continued. Once more sorry. I hade ice wine, Pepsi and a lot of sugar. I mean too much and not much real food.

Chapter 1

Chris took another drag from his cigarette. He still had an hour and forty minutes of time. He partly didn’t know what to do for the time but wanted to annoy Wyatt at least a little. That was the reason for the smoking. His brother hated it. It made him smell and, if he were mortwoulwould kill him. Wyatt still held on to some beliefs from before. Like ‘you looked after family.’ Yah right. Wyatt just controlled what was left of their family and nothing more.

Chris took another slow drag. He had picked up the habit when he was a teen and rarely indulged. There was little reason for him not to now. What else did he have to do? Orb somewhere, nope, that power was bound. Tkay something, nope, that power was bound. Ah feel something, nope that power, too, was bound. Every power of his was bound when he was allowed out of his prison to make him escaping impossible.

He had tried another method last night. Wyatt had been furious while healing the slashes that ran down Chris arms. He’d been locked away since. Unable to feel, or see, or hear anything until Wyatt had let him out to lecture him and tell him never to do it again or innocents would pay. Chris could almost laugh. Since when does Chris behaving himself ever save lives? Wyatt would just use another excuse to kill.

“You shouldn’t be doing that.” His brother’s voice almost sounded concerned. If Chris closed his eyes he could almost believe it was soft and caring. But the key word was almost and Chris kept his eyes open. That was the difference between him and Melinda. He saw what Wyatt did and didn’t try to rationalize it. He didn’t try to make himself believe that it was beyond his control.

Chris took another drag and flicked the ashes onto the balcony. Even up here the winds weren’t strong enough to be felt more then a light breeze through the force fields that surrounded Wyatt’s home. Chris finally looked over at the blond. He was dressed normally and comfortable in black jeans and t-shirt. Alison must not have seen him yet today. She’d make him change into a dress shirt and such. Hell, she’d make him put on a suit. ‘Appearances are everything.’ The first time Chris had hehis his sister in law say that he hated her. Appearances were nothing. TimeTime’s up I guess?” Chris swung his legs off of the lounge chair across from the one he was sitting in.

“No you still have more then an hour left. I came out here to talk with you.” Wyatt walked over and took the vacant chair. Chris couldn’t look at his face. So he looked everywhere else. The table, the skyline, the railing, the force field that he could see flicker every once and a while when some particle hit it that it didn’t like. “Are you going to do that for the next hour or are you willing to actually talk to me?”

“I don’t like you.”

“I know. You’re mad.”

“Mad? I didn’t know you were that observant Wyatt.” He heard his brother sigh. Chris wanted to know why the king of the world was out here wanting to talk with his prisoner. Maybe it would be another lecture about how he’s not taking care of himself. Maybe it would be one about how the world is the way it should be with magic where it should be.

“I just wanted to talk, like we used to.” Wyatt’s voice sounlonglonging. He wanted things the way they once were. When they were brothers and nothing could come between them. When Chris would come crying to Wyatt because some bully had picked on him and wouldn’t ask after what had happened to him.

“Well we can’t because if I say the wrong thing you’ll just hit me.” The matter of fact tone made Wyatt tense. He rarely hit Chris. He never wanted to hurt him. That’s why he did the imprisonment how it was. Chris wouldn’t feel any pain. He wouldn’t have to stay in a cold cell waiting for food or sunlight. His body had all the comforts that it usually had before he had betrayed Wyatt.

“I don’t hit you. I haven’t in over a year. The last time was by accident. I thought it was a member of the resistance, not you.” Chris smiled rudely and finally looked at his captor’s face. He took another drag, daring Wyatt to say something about the smoke. Wyatt glared back into Chris eyes and considered how bad their fight was about to be after he took it away form his spoiled little brother.

Chris dropped his gaze back to the floor of the balcony. The tiles were a slate gray that was still slick from the rain earlier. His voice was as low as his sprit. “No, you just torture me.” Wyatt’s eyes softened. If he could take back the past few years he would. He would have locked Chris up here without windows until he was finished taking over and then let him out. He wouldn’t have let Chris go to their mother’s funeral where they were attacked and forced to revel their magic to mortals. He would protect him better then he had done this time around.

Wyatt didn’t want to think about how he failed his family. Melinda was alive and so was Chris. Melinda had just had a birthday a few weeks ago and was now 16. She had been so happy. Chris hadn’t even started on fight with Wyatt the whole night. Not saying that they actually talked much but the dinner wasn’t too bad. Wyatt mused on the upcoming birthday of his brother. Chris would be turning twenty. A few months from now Chris would finally be out of teenage-hood and sadly wouldn’t be able to enjoy anything that came with it if he kept up like this.

“I just want to see if…”

“If what, I’m ready to give up and kneel before you and swear on Excalibur that I will serve you till death? Hum let me think, no.” Chris really didn’t want to spend his free time debating with his, with this thing. He put the cigarette out and reached into his jacket for his pack. Pulling it out he quickly lighted it before Wyatt could say anything about it. He nearly bore a hole in the floor on front of his feet.

“Chris, why are you fighting me? The resistance wants you dead as much as they want me, and Melinda, I might add. They want to take away everything I’ve built...” Chris’ quiet laughter cut the ruler off. Scowling at the interruption. “What?”

“Everything you’ve built.” Chris looked back up and stood. Going over to the railing he surveyed the city. “Come here.” Wyatt obeyed his soft-spoken younger brother, willing to let him explain himself. “Look out there Wyatt. What do you see?”

“I see my city. I see my home. Where magic thrives and our kind sits upon the place it should.” Wyatt glanced sideways at Chris. He was still smoking and starring at the horizon. Wyatt hoped it was an answer that would pacify Chris anger. Chris just shook his head. “Well then what do you see?” He tried to keep his voice soft, to keep the irritation out of his words at not being able to reach a brother who stood not three feet from him.

“I see death. I see a dragon you created eating innocent people because it can. I see demons destroying life and I see you smiling and loving it.” Chris turned to his ruler. Eyes that used to shine with mischief and love when he saw Wyatt were sad and tired. “I see your evil and I won’t be apart of it.” Chris left the balcony. His smokes forgotten on the table and the ashtray. His brother gone from the being standing by the railing.

Wyatt hung his head once he knew Chris was gone. He wanted his brother back.

Chris wondered the halls until he was in front of Melinda’s room. He opened it without knocking knowing that even if he did she wouldn’t answer. He saw her at her desk ignoring whoever had entered. Her dark hair was down, fanning against her light knitted sweater. Se was facing away from him folding a sheet of paper into a bird. Chris remotely remembered a story as a child that if you made one thousand paper birds that you could be granted a single wish. Glancing about her room he saw she was close to having five. He walked over to the younger girl and placed his hand on her shoulder.

When she looked up her face broke into a smile. She didn’t know if Chris was going to be seeing her today. He only had two hours to move around freely a day and she knew that there were many different and appealing things that she’d want to do then sit and talk with a younger sibling. She slide her hand over his, letting him feel the contact of their skin. She stood and led him over to the bed. Once laying down she cuddled into his and let him wrap his arms protectively around her. She always feared that Chris would hate her for not helping him. Chris would only hold her tighter if she said it.

Melinda looked up at his face. Chris’ eyes were closed and relaxed. She would almost say he was sleeping. But she knew that he wouldn’t do that. He was simply enjoying holding her and the feelings that were associated with the act. She scooted up and watched his face. Her small brown eyes took in his paling form. Every day his body seemed to grow weaker and weaker. The other day she knew he had tried something desperate. Wyatt had been on a rampage.

She knew that Chris had little time left to feel things so she gave him one more feeling. A kiss. She started soft on his pinkish lips and kissed him as she dreamed kissing any boy. She waited to be pushed back and off but instead his hands came up and felt her hair.

Chris was letting her decide on the pace. She slipped her tongue against his lips and he opened his mouth letting her explore and tasting her lips as well. She slid over so she was on top of him. Coving his body with hers she tilted her head to deepen the kiss more. Her long skirt had risen up and her long pale legs were kneeling otherther side ofis’.is’. One of his hands moved from her hair to the hem of her sweater. His fingers skitted around the edge before slowly going under it. He tenderly cupped her breast and squeezed lightly. She had never been touched like this before.

She kept kissing him as his other hand began exploring her body. The one on her breast slipped under her bra and fondled her nipple. She began feeling a tingling in her body. It was better then playing with herself any day. She felt the other hand touch her panties. She moaned slightly into Chris mouth as his fingers stroked her slit through the fabric and rubbed her clit. She was close but didn’t want to leave Chris without feeling anything too.

She sat back from the kiss. He was panting. Moving down his body she undid the blue jeans he was dressed in and with his help slid them partly down. His hands weren’t idle. They slipped her sweater up reveal her bra that he pushed down. He rolled the nipples into buds and leaned up and licked on. Melinda had never felt like that at in her life. She wondered if Chris would use his tongue on her later in other places when they had more time. Once he was freed from his boxers she quickly shimmied out of her underwear and moved back up so she was sitting over his waist.

A moment passed where she considered that this wasn’t right. This was her cousin, her older blood related cousin. But then a feeling of pleasure came through with one of his touches and the thoughts were dismissed. Chris was perfect for her. And she was perfect for Chris. They were meant to be.

Pushing his t-shirt up to see his body more she slid him into herself, stopping when she thought she was in as far as she could go. She laid back over Chris to kiss him and saw his eyes. His hands caressed her back and one rested on her ass. She understood what he meant and stayed still as he thrusted up breaking her virginity. The pain caused her to clench her hands quickly and scratch Chris with her nails. His lips were back on her and his hips were relaxing back into the mattress.

Then his hips came back up slowly, pressing in her deeper then before and seeking the pleasure that she offered. She still couldn’t feel anything but the pain and sighed with relief when Chris rolled them over so he was on top of her. He kissed her once more and started at a quicker pace. Slowly a warm sensation spread through her. The pain had faded without her noticing and she felt the pooling of energies inside of her. Chris seemed lost in her body as he pulsed in and out of it. He kept his pace quick yet smooth, steady.

Then breathing became harder, like she was running. She felt herself, her body without her consent, clam down on Chris and release the energy. She shook as she felt Chris explode inside of her filling her with his warm cum. She trembled with the feeling of Chris on top of her, breathing hard as he recovered. She had never thought she could feel so good.

Chris slipped out and cuddled her. He was still on top of her when Wyatt walked slowly clapping in looking smug and amused. For all Chris’ rants to Wyatt about morality and ethics he was breaking some very basic ones here. Melinda grabbed for the blanket to cover them both up as Chris reached for his pants. He pulled them up and Melinda fixed her shirt. Wyatt smiled at her. She was too innocent to know fully what had happened here. She knew about sex and pregnancies and what would probably happen since Chris came inside of her but did she realize what it meant truly? She had lost her virginity to her own cousin.

Wyatt watched her face until she turned away to starred at the sheets on her bed then turned to Chris. His glare that he’d inherited from their mother was there. “Time’s up.” With that Chris body became relaxed and his glare disappeared. His eyes became blank and his mind was banished to ththinthin. A cell contained in his own mind where he could not escape. Chris body responded to the command from Wyatt mind and orbbed to his own room.

Wyatt looked gently at Melinda ready to cry sitting on her bed. He moved over to her and placed a fond kiss on the top of her head. Wyatt knew that this wasn’t normal. He knew that something else had to be in play here but couldn’t hate the results. He ran his hand down through her hair once and shimmered out after his brother. He formed facing his still brother sitting on his own bed. He waved his hand on front of his face and he woke back up.

“Do you know that if you still had your soul it would be damned to hell for what you just did?” Wyatt watched for a reaction. He partly hoped that Chris attacked him. It would prove that he wasn’t beaten, Halliwells shouldn’t be beaten easily. When Chris refused to give Wyatt the reaction he longed for he continued. “I mean, you took your cousin. You were rutting over her sixteen year old body like an animal. Does it register how morally wrong that is, to want your own blood?” Chris kept his eyes locked on the floor. He wouldn’t give into Wyatt’s taunts.

Wyatt moved so he was sitting behind Chris on the bed and touched the back of his neck. Leaning forward he sniffed his brother and was delighted at the mixture for smells there. Chris’ cologne and semen, Melinda’s perfume and sweat. “Yah, like you want me?” Wyatt smiled. He did want Chris. He had since he was 14 and Chris was 12. His brother was stunningly beautiful, not handsome but beautiful. Delicate and desirable enough to make Wyatt wish they weren’t blood and he could take Chris without repercussions.

Wyatt had long ago promised to himself not to let Chris find out about his attraction. He didn’t want to lose his brother for anything. When Chris had betrayed him and joined the resistance nearly three years ago Wyatt had figured out a plan to protect and cage the child. He stole Chris’ very soul from his body and confined it. To keep Chris from turning into a zombie or from something else possessing his body Wyatt had bridged his own soul into Chris. It had unknowingly strengthened their bond as brothers and allowed Chris empathic senses to pick up on the lust that Wyatt held in check. Chris had reacted by breaking off his empahic part of the bond and refusing to listen to Wyatt as he tried to explain things to Chris. Wyatt knew that feeling this way for your blood and flesh was wrong but he could not deny that he did feel it.

“I thought you believed there was a difference between thinking something and doing something? I do recall you saying some speech to me about that. About the difference between thinking you wanted to kill someone and actually doing it.” He kissed the back of Chris’ neck and sprawled backwards when Chris whipped around and hit him. The slap stung his cheek he sat back up and glared at his little brother standing over him. Releasing his anger he laughed at him. Chris was damned by all standards. He had betrayed his flesh again.

Wyatt pulled Chris back onto the bed telekinetically and locked his lips over Chris’. Chris was sprawled on Wyatt’s lap as he tried to fight to be released from his brother’s iron grip on his head. Wyatt tasted his lips, his tongue and teeth. He held Chris’ jaw open to keep his teeth from his own tongue. Wyatt tilted Chris head to gain better access and took his protests from him. He could feel Chris’ fists hitting him to break free and when he finally released Chris mouth he could hear the curses that would cause a considerable amount of pain if Chris had his powers.

Still holding Chris head her stroked his mouth with his thumb. Chris’ lips were swollen from the brute force that Wyatt kissed with. He wanted to posses this puppet and knew how. With his thumb still on Chris lips he waved the rest of his fingers in front of his face and Chris relaxed. He no longer fought Wyatt when he kissed him softly as an apology for the first one. Wyatt skitted back and Chris crawled up the bed to a more comfortable position.

Wyatt concentrated on Chris prison and altered it. Immediately he heard Chris’ mental screams to be let go. His brother was kicking up a storm in his mind. Wyatt nuzzled his face and Chris reacted violently within. On the outside though he snuggled into the feeling Wyatt was giving. Wyatt was ecstatic at the result of it. Chris would learn who was the ruler of this world one way or another and he liked this way. It let him indulge in a fantasy he had been keeping for years.

Wyatt took his time in undressihrishris. He didn’t have much to do since Chris had only put his jeans back on but still. He undid them and slowly slid them down his legs. Wyatt stopped every couple of inches and licked the skin offered to him. When he reached Chris’ feet he slid the pants off and kissed the bridge of one of his brother’s small feet. He laid the foot back down and got up off the bed and undressed himself quickly. He wanted to feel Chris flesh against his own.

Once freed from the confides he attacked Chris’ throat. Leaving hickies and bite marks all over it. He groaned as he heard the metal sob from the fallen angel. Looking into Chris’ vacant emerald eyes he licked the still lips. Wyatt moved down to lick Chris nipples to life. He took one between his teeth and threatened to bite. When Chris struggled against his bars he came through with it. The body reacted by arching into Wyatt’s mouth as be messaged it with his mouth.

The knock came suddenly and broke Wyatt’s thoughts. Getting up from his angel he turned to the door. “Enter.” The demon shimmered in. Dressed in the rags that it’s kind seemed to thrive in he looked more like a bum then one of Wyatt’s generals. The demon’s eyes locked in on Chris naked form. He seemed to forget that Wyatt was even present as he openly drooled at the white lighter. Wyatt watched amused for a moment caught between Chris’ silent anger and the demon’s visible lust. Lookinom Com Chris to the demon Wyatt started to anger. How dare this low level fiend think that he had any chance with his brother.

It wasn’t a secret that Chris took both male and female lovers. Chris used to say when asked why that he didn’t see anything wrong with different kinds of love. He saw no reason for someone to be ashamed of who they chose to share their heart with. Well that was until he found out that Wyatt wanted to give him his heart.

“You wanted something, I guess?” The demon started out of it’s trance and blinked at Wyatt. Immediately he whipped the drool from his chin and regarded the lounging lord.

“Sir, some troops have captured a few rebels. We were wondering what you want done with them.” Wyatt casually shook his head as his temper boiled. He had been interrupted because of some stupid demon who couldn’t find where to put his shit when he wanted to flush it.

“So where do you think I might want you to put them?” The demon’s attention was back on Chris. Wyatt turned to his panting brother and lifted the blanket from the bottom of his bead up and covered him from the cold and eyes. “Now that your blood can actually flow the right way. Where do you think I want you to do with them?”

The demon snapped back to Wyatt and crunched his face up. “Um, put them in the dungeon for later.”

Wyatt smiled at the intruder as one would a very slow and annoying child. “Yes put them in the dungeon.” Scowling, “And if I am intruded again this evening I will put you down there right beside them.” The demon backed up from the fuming blond. “Do you understand?” The demon only nodded quickly. “Now get out and don’t you ever lat aat any member of my family like that again. You are beneath him.” The demon took this as leave and shimmered out.

Wyatt turned his attention back on Chris. He could tell the mind was distressed from someone actually knowing about what was going on. His shame wouldn’t be kept a secret. Wyatt knew a lot of demons wanted the soft cherub for themselves. This would give fodder to their fantasies. Wyatt tkayed the blanket back off of Chris and rubbed his hands over his brother’s abs. He loved the feel of the muscles hidden underneath the skin. He loved the way Chris flesh folded inwards at his joints and the way it stretched at his elbows and knees. Wyatt wondered if they were every grass stained like his feet often were growing up.

He ran his hands down to where his thoughts often were. Skimming his fingers over the hard organ Wyatt took a tentative lick. He had never taken a male lover before. He had been married by the time he was eighteen and had never before cheated. Well how was it really cheating when it was your own family and you ruled the world? Okay, so it was wrong on some many levels but Wyatt knew no one would ever tell him so. He did rule the world in all senses of the phrase. Wyatt gave Chris a few pumps to bring out more and sucked off the drops.

Letting it drop form his mouth Wyatt moved up to the pillows and made himself comfortable before commanding Chris to action. Chris body rose and began licking Wyatt’s neck in thanks for the earlier treatment. His tongue traveled downwards to his objective. Wyatt was not one for too much fore play and was sitting up on his elbows watching as Chris head came to rest between his spread legs. His hand tangled in Chris’ dark hair as Chris slipped his still swollen lips over Wyatt’s head. He hummed as he licked the slit and drops that beaded at it.

Wyatt watched with his mouth open because of the pleasure as Chris shifted so he could take Wyatt further in. Chris’ mouth was hotter then any woman Wyatt had ever been with. His breath tickled Wyatt and caused parts of him to react that he didn’t know before that he had. Wyatt head finally fell back to the pillows as his arms gave out. Chris was bobbing his head up and down while using his hand to stoke and play with Wyatt’s sac.

Wyatt felt his body twitch every time he hit the back of Chris throat and time stand still as Chris relaxed his muscles and took him deeper. Wycoulcouldn’t comprehend Chris words though their bond as he felt it again. He could barely hold on to the back of Chris’ head to keep himself grounded. Chris hands were now holding on to Wyatt’s thighs. He used them as leverage to rise and drop back on his brother’s cock.

Wyatt glanced down and found his undoing. Chris’ eyes were contently closed as he moved his lips over Wyatt’s organ. Wyatt pressed Chris’ head back down to take him as deep as he could and shot dows ths throat. He could almost pass out form the force. His dick was threatening to bruise form it.

Gently he moved Chris’ head off of his lap to look up at him. Chris had gone quiet in his mind, understanding that Wyatt wouldn’t stop until he had what he’d always wanted. It took more strength then Wyatt thought to sit fully up and bring Chris up so he was laying down comfortable against the pillows. Wyatt moved down to Chris’ waist and gave the tight throbbing member a broad lick. Delighted at the sound he made Wyatt stood up off the bed and got dressed. Turning back to his brother he could almost hear him crying inside of his cell.

Wyatt released Chris from his confinement. He smiled wickedly down at the boy when he turned his head away from Wyatt. “Oh come now Chris, I’m willing to do the same for you but something tells me that this will be funner.” Leaning over to whisper in his ear Wyatt continued. “If you want me too just ask.” When Chris stayed silent Wyatt stood back up smirking. “I’ll give you another hour to bathe and take care if yourself.” Tracing his fingers over Chris’ sweat cover shoulder he murmured a spell. Chris groaned at the result. It was an invocation to a god of lust. Chris wouldn’t be able to will the throbbing away with thoughts or cold water. He would have to deal with it the old fashion way. Smiling Wyatt shimmered out. Leaving a distressed Chris to curl up and sob out his shame of being a puppet for his brother.

-TBC
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