Inside Is What Counts

Okay, I know I have two stories on the go and am really ignoring Puppet but I’m not going to be posting this until I’ve written about half and have the other half mapped out so my gremlin says that it’s okay to write since I won’t be teasing you with it. Ha ha he he. All you readers don’t even know right now that I’m writing another story right now. *Goes off laughing until gremlin strikes him on top of his head with a frying pan. The one his mother bought him. It really hurts. It was a really good frying pan. * Okay, back to the explaining.

This story takes place in an alternate universe. Piper is a half demon. Her mother was still Patty but her father was an upper level demon that seduced her mother then took her away once she was born. She grew up in the underworld and knows about being a Halliwell.

When she was 20 she seduced a white lighter by the name of, take a guess, Leo. To mock him she named their child Wyatt. About 2 years later she did it again, but when Leo had been made an Elder. (My story, so I can make up the excuse for them making him later. ) And had lil’ Chris. Now Piper is about 30, and the boys grew up demonically fast. Wyatt aged about 2 years for every one and now looks and acts about 20 and Chris looks and acts somewhere between 16 and 18. All three of them have demonic forms, but since Chris is half Elder his isn’t that impressive or intimidating.

The power of three consists of Prue, Phoebe, and Paige. They don’t know about Piper. If Patty could hide Paige then she could have hid Piper. Leo knows about Wyatt but not Chris. You’ll see why Piper keeps him hidden later.

Oh and warning…This is written by me. Anyone who has ready any other of my stories knows that means slashy incest sex! Brother taking brother. Like it or leave now.

Also I don’t own Charmed.

Chapter 1

Piper shimmered into her eldest’s room. Both of her children were usually up by now but Wyatt had been hunting late last night and still needed more rest. She quietly watched as he shifted beneath his blankets. He was laying on his front. No other position was as comfortable when you had wings. She envied both of her children for them. She loved watching them fly and be so free.

Shaking her head she moved closer and lightly let her hand fall on one of Wyatt’s leathery wings. It was smooth as the rest of him and held a glint of red in the darker coloring. Her child was so beautiful. Dark leathery wings, talons that could pierce stone, small but noticeable horns that came from hiding spots under his mass of long blond hair and a tail that was nearly five feet long that ended with a point. While most of his skin was a pale peache-ish colour that would draw no attention from mortals, except maybe the flawlessness of it, the demon appendages were dark red, the colour of clotted blood.

With a firmer nudge he woke from her hand. His sparkling clear blue eyes sleepily regarding his mother. If it had been an emergency she wouldn’t have woken him so nicely. Piper shifted to sit on the side of the bed and allowed her child to cuddle his head in her lap. While Wyatt looked 20 when he was really only 10. Sometimes Piper wished he had grown up slower, so she could have enjoyed his youth and the joys of raising him longer. But moments like this reminded her that he was still only 10. Moments like this reminded her that he still wanted his mother near to keep him safe.

“Why’d ya wake me up?” Piper watched and ran her fingers through his unruly hair that seemed even more wild then before he had gone to bed. He yawned so cutely and Piper wished she had a camera. Something to blackmail him with later. She felt his arms go around her waist as he tried to find his dream again. Tugging a little on one of his peach-ish ears, she earned a sleepy glare from the demon. He had been out hunting good creatures for the Source and had duly earned sleep. But her other one hadn’t been out with him. Her other child had slept well and had woken before either of them. Her other one wasn’t in the caverns where he was supposed to be.

“Sorry young one but I need you to find your brother.” Wyatt quickly pushed himself up and growled. The brat was probably off getting himself into trouble. Their mother couldn’t find him very fast. Chris was too good at blocking her. But not Wyatt. Huffing once more he reached over and grabbed his leather pants and boots. Once the blackness had encased his legs he shimmered out after the younger trouble maker. If Chris was hurt Wyatt was going to kill him.

Piper watched her oldest shimmer and shook her head. How many times did she have to send Wyatt after Chris? Wyatt truly didn’t mind finding his brother it was just the fact that he had too. That he had too or something might happen to the young one. It was Piper’s fault. Chris just didn’t have many powers and the ones he did have weren’t very offensive. It was her fault for getting together with an Elder. She had thought since Wyatt had so much power, hell magic stopped the day he was born, that Chris would be born with even more. Maybe enough to become the next Source. But fate was cruel and her youngest was pitiful while in a fight. His best redeeming power was that he was an oracle. Worthy of being trained by the Source’s Seer.

Even his appearance was as far from demonic as any creature could get. Yet that got him into most of his trouble. Many demons wanted Chris in their beds and on his knees. She wouldn’t let that happen and neither would Wyatt. They maybe demons but they loved each other and Chris would have the chance to feel true love of he wanted. She would not give him to some Upper level demon who just wanted a bed toy. Sighing to her self and running a hand trough her dark hair. Piper let her fingers trial down the long sharp ridges that came from just above her eyebrows and disappeared into her hair while she thought about her boys. They were both noticed by the Source. Wyatt for his power and hunting skills and Chris for his premonitions and beauty. Well at least she didn’t have to worry about what they would be when they grew up anymore.

Wyatt materialized in an ally way about a block from where he felt Chris. The child was in sight with his back turned from him. Shaking his head Wyatt shifted his form from his demonic to his human guise. His clothes morphed too as a black t-shirt slid over his naked chest and jeans covered his leather clad legs. Even his boots were replaced with runners. Walking slowly up behind Chris Wyatt noticed what his brother was starring at. Across the street was a house that surrounded by police cars, ambulances and what looked like a mortician’s car. Quietly he walked right up to his brother who only turned his head slightly to notice Wyatt and then looked back as they both watched another black bag being wheeled out of the house by more attendants.

From what Wyatt could see and guess someone or many someones got murdered last night. Smiling slightly Wyatt was happy to find Chris here. Maybe he had followed the scent of death and was curious. It could be a start for him. If he understood how frail mortals were then it might help him kill. At 7 Chris still didn’t have blood staining his hands. That worried both him and their mother the most. A demon grows more powerful the more they kill. Chris didn’t kill. His powers were weak to begin with and both feared that he would be killed when the Source didn’t need him anymore.

Wrapping his arms protectively around his smaller brother Wyatt smelt his hair. Chris smelled as always like cinnamon. Although a metallic scent had laced its way into it today. The scent wasn’t something you could get from an injury of your own. Wyatt smelt mortal blood on him. Cuddling his brother more Wyatt moved them back a little more into the shadows and turned Chris in his arms just slightly so he could see his face. His brother had his eyes closed enjoying the closeness of their bond. “So see anything you like or wanna do?”

Chris gently opened his eyes softly looked at his brother. Emerald green that seemed to shine with some mischief that said yes greeted the other demon. Wyatt’s smile seemed to grow past what his face should be able to hold as he waited for his brother to speak. “I just…” Chris looked down. He didn’t really want to say anything. He didn’t want to brag like Wyatt did.

The sound of a struggle brought Wyatt’s attention from his brother. A young woman was being forcefully escorted out of the house in handcuff and shoved in the back of a cruiser. Wyatt instantly recognized her. She was a witch who Wyatt had been told to have dead or worse by the end of the week. She was part of a strong coven who was making trouble for some demons that the Source had on a very important mission that involved the Charmed ones.

He noticed that no other members of her coven were there. Turning back to his brother for an explanation Chris offered, “Her powers are bound. She was the only one left and so they think she did it.” Wyatt watched him with growing glee. Had he? Had he finally?

“Last night they saw each other as demons, as their most hated demonic enemies. When they found their powers not working against each of them they grabbed any weapon they could find. Knives, bats, chairs. She was found this morning still stabbing a younger man. He had been dead for over three hours.” Scrunching up his nose. “It really stank.”

Wyatt cuddled Chris further into his arms. “And why would they see each other as demons, brother? Why didn’t their powers work?”

Wyatt watched as Chris cutely bit his bottom lip. Clearly not wanting to say the wrong thing but knowing that he had to say it anyways. “Because I bound them all.” Wyatt gave Chris a quick kiss on the cheek. His brother turned to him and slowly smiled. His little brother had finally done something evil. Really evil and useful. The coven was now out of their master’s way and Wyatt could tell the Source that Chris had done it. He wanted Chris as his Seer but worried that he would turn. “I used a bit of my powers and a spell. They might have let me close to them earlier when they thought I was an innocent that had been attacked.” Wyatt snuggled Chris and turned to watch the police car drive away with the ex-threat.

“Mother will be happy with you. Hell, she’ll be thrill that you killed them cherub.” Scanning the area Wyatt’s smile faded a bit. Off in a corner talking to one of the police officers was their father. He was standing beside one of the Charmed ones and the three of them were whispering back and forth.

Leo couldn’t believe what the demons had done. The coven was of good witches and whoever had done it had turned them on each other. It had been a blood bath inside of the house with only one survivor. Worse yet the police found some Wicca ritual started in the basement with a few of the younger children’s bodies. The demons had gone all out to frame the coven for the death and pain they caused. Darryl was saying that there was nothing he could do for the girl. She’d probably get either a death sentence or be locked up in a mental hospital for the rest of her life. Leo knew that it wouldn’t be to long of a life if the demons had anything to do with it.

Turning away from Darrel he could still hear Phoebe and him talking. Earlier both had been silent when Leo had admitted that the girl was his charge. He hadn’t felt anything from her since around 8pm. Now she sported some slashes that Leo should still be able to feel but couldn’t. Someone had blocked her from all outside help.

Leo’s eyes roamed over the crowd that had gathered and was ignoring the three of them. They were all morbidly fascinated by the never ending removal of the bodies. His eyes stopped when he noticed a pair watching the scene and not in disgust or morbid curiosity. They watched as two demons would who wanted to see their pain.

Phoebe listened to Darryl and couldn’t fault him. She had already told him that they expected nothing from him to help the girl except maybe him suggest she goes to a doctor instead of the chair. There was little else they could do for her. Taking a breath and turning back to Leo she was surprised to see him walking away. Maybe he was mad because they couldn’t help his charge more? “Whose that over there?” Phoebe’s eyes followed Darryl’s finger and saw the couple. Some blond and what looked like a pretty dark haired girl.

Phoebe quickly tried to catch up with the white lighter with Darrel hot on her heels. When she reached Leo he stopped suddenly in front of the pair and she noticed that the brunette wasn’t a girl at all. Just a smaller man. He looked maybe 16 but when he finished standing up out of the blonde’s arms he seemed to be an 18 year old. She quietly watched as the older of the two moved the younger quickly and easily behind him and out of Leo’s reach. Then he turned to Leo and with a smile on his lips that Phoebe only hoped belonged to a demon he happily greeted the silent guardian. “Hi dad.”

Darryl looked from the blond to Leo and back. He had Leo’s blue eyes but they were so different. Cold instead of soft. This man was a killer not a healer. Unfortunately, physically he could be Leo’s son and the white lighter wasn’t denying it. “What are you doing here Wyatt?” Leo’s voice was void of any emotion. It didn’t seem to phase the blond only made him smirk more.

“Oh just checking out the craftsmanship. Such a good slaughter needs to be really appreciated.”

Darrel and Phoebe couldn’t believe that this creature was related to Leo. He was defiantly a demon. But how cold he be a demon, with Leo being a white lighter?

“Half.” Phoebe blinked at the smaller until now quiet boy. What did he just say? “I said Wyatt’s only half.” Darrel’s eyes slid into a glare and Wyatt’s smirk grew.

“Oh dad where are my manners? You and Chris haven’t met yet. So let me introduce you. Leo this is Chris. Chris this is our wimp of a father Leo.” Leo tried not to be shocked. He should have seen this coming but the timid boy was so…real. “Oh dad you really don’t think that after the last encounter with our mother that she wouldn’t have something to keep of you? I mean, she loves to brag about how she seduced a white lighter and then an Elder.” Leo was barely paying Wyatt any attention. He watched as Chris’ eyes looked him over, as if he had never seen him before. Leo could easily pretend that this one could be saved. That if Chris was taken away from Piper that he could be spared an eternity of evil.

But he had pretended with Piper and the result was a demonic son who was powerful enough to take on the Charmed ones and give them a run for their money. This other child, Chris, he would only break his heart like Wyatt did.

Phoebe watched as Chris’ eyes slid back to a spot in front of his shoes and stay there. So the boys were Leo’s. This really didn’t add up. “Why’ did you have to kill them? They were innocents.” Phoebe barely kept herself from screaming. All five of them knew that Darryl wouldn’t be able to pin a thing on them.

“Actually I didn’t have a thing to do with it. I just came here to find Chris. I was going to be killing them but well, you have siblings, right Phoebe? Don’t they ever give you a helping hand once and a while when you’re over booked with work?” Leo’s eyes shot over to the dark haired boy. Phoebe could almost feel regret off him. Shame, things that she shouldn’t be able to sense off a demon. Immediately Chris head shot up and she hit the opposite wall. Darryl went to help her as Leo put himself in between the boys and his friends. Wyatt turned back to Chris. “It time to go home. Mom will be proud.” With that they shimmered out.

Phoebe stood up with Darryl’s help on wobbly legs. The boy wasn’t that strong telekinetically but he knew where to hit. Her knee caps would be sore for a few days. Darryl moved so he was facing the angel. He saw the tears that were running down Leo’s face that the blond had seen. He saw the anguish of the loss of a child that Wyatt had caused. Whoever this Piper was Darryl hated the bitch.

Reforming in the Underworld Wyatt quickly dropped his human guise and stretched his wings. He then turned to Chris and waited for him to do the same. A few moments later he waved his hand in front of his brother’s face to wake him from his self induced, non-vision type, trance. Snapping out of it caused the human form to slip and Chris true form to be seen.

Wyatt watched with awn as his brother’s wings came to life. Unlike most demons his wings were covered with feathers. Unlike all demons his were of the purest white. Wyatt remembered once when Chris was 4. The small brat had tried to dye his wings black. It only turned them an ash gray. Which washed out with his next bath. Since then they had stayed the perfect white. His little brother’s chest was covered with a leather vest, open in the back and his hair hid the delicate horns that few knew about. Unlike Wyatt Chris’ fingers held no talons and his feet were bear. When they needed to climb Chris could use his toes to hang on with a bit and for balance. In all truth Chris resembled an angel down to the air of purity he had. The only demonic character he has other then his horns, that weren’t even visible unless you really looked, were his ears. Even those just made him look fey-ish. They curved delicately into points not mush higher then his human ears did.

His long lean legs were covered in similar black leather as his older brother’s but even in clothes that would give a fetish wet dream to anyone they came across Chris looked like the innocent lost boy. Which only gave Wyatt a hard on every hour or so. “You freaked that witch out on purpose.” Wyatt watched as Chris shy smile came back to his face. He had noticed the others effecting him and was glad that it was all. He didn’t need his brother’s conscience waking up after all this time.

“Yah but I think you hurt Leo even more then you thought you did. He still feels betrayed by our mother.” Chris turned his head from his brother to the approaching form. Their mother strolled in looking slightly amused at their banter and happy to see her children unharmed.

“So what’s this I hear about your father? Did you run into him, baby?” She wasn’t mad. If something had to be done or Chris had done something Wyatt wouldn’t be standing as he was laughing with his brother.

“He met Chris today. They had a very bad reunion, mother. Did you know that he had no idea that he had two sons?” The sarcasm caused the demons to giggle. Neither saw the sad expression that Chris quickly hid. Both had let their demonic sides take over many years ago. Chris’ was weak and so still took much effort to conceal his human heart.

The giggles died down and Piper watched Wyatt for a moment. “What?” He looked like he had very good news but didn’t want to share. “Share….” Wyatt turned from her to his little brother urging him to tell her himself with his mind. All Chris did was study the sand covering the floor that touched the edges of Wyatt’s wings.

Huffing Wyatt turned from Chris to their mother. “Chris killed the coven.” Piper’s smile faded and her whole being seemed to stand taller and glow with pride. “He slaughtered all but one of the witches. The witch who was the most threat. He bound her powers and framed her for the whole thing. He even had the children killed. It was a blood bath. They killed each other.” Piper turned fully to her youngest. He had killed. He had killed good witches that the Source wanted dead.

“I’m throwing you a party.” Chris eyes came up and looked at his mother. Even with his head tilted down she could see the glee seep into his face. Being around the elder probably affected him somewhat but now...Piper knew Chris loved parties. All the good feelings and excitement and this one was going to be for him. Wyatt was already going over everything he had seen in the demon market. He wanted to get his brother the perfect gift. He was trying to figure out the best way to say ‘I’m so happy you’re actually evil.’

Chris’ head shot up and he glare at his brother before shimmering away. “Shit” Wyatt knew that being that close to Chris he might have well said it out loud for his brother’s ears instead of his mind. Piper was scowling at him.

“What happened?” Pouting Wyatt didn’t want to tell her. She was probably thinking the same thoughts but she could block herself form Chris’ powers. Wyatt brother bond didn’t let him. Looking at her son’s face she understood. Both wondered about him a lot. Chris didn’t like killing and evil stuff. He avoided killing for so long that even the Source had questioned her. He wanted to know if he needed to put his newest Seer in chains. “Go find him.” Wyatt shimmered out again after his little brother. This time to grovel.

Phoebe and Darryl were waiting in the kitchen for the rest of the crew. Prue was due back from Buckland’s any minute and Paige would be home in a few more. Leo had already orbed back Up-There and wasn’t coming down. Phoebe didn’t want to understand. She didn’t want to think that their white lighter had been hurt. Wyatt had said Leo was an Elder too. Why would he say that? She needed to talk with him. Darryl had told Phoebe to give him some time. He needed it.

Darryl waited until the sisters all got back to the manor and then drove home. He didn’t need to be there when they decided what to do about the monster who didn’t really look like a monster at all. In all honesty Chris looked more like a kid who had been pressured into something. He saw it a lot being a cop. Chris did what he thought his brother wanted him to do. Peer-pressure combined with demonic upbringing and that kid never had a chance. If he had to guess Chris’ age it would be 16. He was tall but you could see that he was still very young. Wasn’t there some magical law or something that could help him? Maybe get him parole?

Darryl walked into his house still with his head full of questions. How could something that came from Leo be so cruel? Leo was a passives. And what the hell is about being an Elder? Phoebe had been freaking about that as well once the others got home. Shelia greeted him with a smile that quickly disappeared guessing that the news she heard on the radio was seen in person by him. “So are the sisters going to vanquish a demon?”

Tiredly Darryl watched his wife. She was beautiful and pure and the sanest part of today. “Yah, but.” How does one tell things that one doesn’t even understand? “The demon seems to be Leo’s son. Looks like he’s got two and both are very evil but.” He still couldn’t shake the feeling that something didn’t add up. “Something isn’t right. The younger one, Chris, his brother said it was him who killed those people but…” Sheila sat down on the chair waiting for Darryl to for his thoughts. He needed to rant this out. “He looks only 16. And he wasn’t smirking like I’ve seen demons or other things, heck even human killers smirk. Chris just, he, he looked like he didn’t mean to.” Turning to Sheila so he could see her face. To see if any part of her understood any part of his lunatic rant. “Like he didn’t want to.”

Sinking into the couch across from his wife Darryl felt old. He felt used up and washed out. He had seen many criminals start out like this Chris was. Only demons started out bigger then mortals did. Mortals, when did he start with the witch lingo? “I need to talk with Leo. I need to make sure he’ll survive this.” Sheila nodded and got up.

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to come over to my mother’s with me tonight. She wanted to see the boys and knew you had the night off. I’ll just tell her you weren’t feeling well and your friend needed help.” Darryl smiled thankfully up at his understanding half. He treasured her and his boys. He didn’t know what he would do if he hadn’t been able to raise Michael or Darryl. He didn’t know if he could survive that.

Once they were gone Darryl tried something he’d seen the sisters do a hundred times but never tried him self. He called for Leo. “Um, “ he felt really foolish. “Leo, man, um, I need to talk to you. Can you hear me?” He tried to talk loud and not yell like Phoebe or Prue did half the time. He was luckily rewarded with the glowing of blue orbs and a calm looking Leo forming in his living room.

“Are you okay Darryl? Are your boys okay? Did something happen to Sheila?”

“No, I just wanted to talk with you. Their over at my mother in laws. I called you because I wanted to talk with you. I thought that maybe you needed a friend.”

Leo’s eyes were as tired as Darryl’s He needed to tell it to someone. The sisters wouldn’t understand why he couldn’t just go and help vanquish Wyatt or Chris now. They were still his sons and as much as it hurt, as much as they were evil, part of his still loved them. Leo sat to where Darryl motioned. The couch seemed to want to eat him alive but he eventually stopped sinking. “Piper is a half demon. She was twenty when I first met her. She convinced me that she wanted to be saved and so I tried to help her. He just wanted me in bed to get powers for her offspring.” Darryl wasn’t blind to his words or the pain in his voice. While he tried to distance himself from Wyatt it was clear that Leo still wanted to save him.

Leo kept on explaining about how two years later he had met up with Piper again. How she claimed to have gone into hiding to protect their son. Because she feared the Elders wouldn’t have allowed a part demon part white lighter to live. He explained how they were together for a while and then like before she disappeared.

“God Leo. I don’t know how you’ve kept it together for so long. Wyatt must be twenty. You must hate her.”

“I don’t. That’s the problem. Piper had good in her. She could have turned from evil but she chose to be demonic. Wyatt chose as well and it seems so has Chris.” Shaking his head he added. “And it’s only been ten years. Wyatt’s only ten this year. Chris would be about 7 now.”

Darryl’s eyes threatened to jump out of his sockets. Those boys weren’t even considered legal? “But he, they both look…”

“They grew up demonically. Probably the genes reacting with each other. It caused Wyatt to age about two years for every one he should have. Chris was probably the same. Wyatt probably has stopped aging like any other demon.”

Turning to his friend Leo asked him the question he asked himself every night. The question that haunted his dreams and waking world. “What happened? Why didn’t my sons get a chance?” Darryl put his arm across Leo’s back and let the angel cry. He had the right to.

Once he had calmed down a bit Darryl spoke. “Maybe Chris can be saved. I mean, I was in the house. I know what to look for when it’s a demon thing but they weren’t there. It was like the people just went nuts. Also the woman she kept muttering about something, about so angel who needed to be cleansed. Maybe Chris was there but something else happened.” Leo looked up at his friend. Maybes were very risky. “I mean, Chris brother is evil right?” Leo nodded and waited for Darryl to continue. “Maybe something else happened and Chris didn’t want to say it. He had his big brother there beaming at him for it. He had his brother there who could and probably would have kicked his ass if he had said anything else to you.”

Leo considered it. Maybe? “Maybe. I need to talk with the girls. Maybe find out what happened before. Thanks.” Leo smiled at the father who would understand magic more after he passed on from his mortal life and orbed out. He needed Phoebe’s help. He needed to see what happened.

Wyatt found Chris sitting on the ledge over a pool of lave. It was only about ten feet down to the heat and the glow made his wings look covered in blood. “I didn’t mean what you think I did.” Chris still stayed starring at the fire. Not even giving his brother a pout or growl to be left alone or permission to continue apologizing. “I know you’re evil I just, you don’t like to kill. And I understand that it’s because your powers aren’t that strong when you do. I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” Chris was probably the only demon who ever heard Wyatt say it.

“What if I wasn’t evil, would you still love me?” Wyatt growled at the question. Of course his brother was evil.

“I would still love you brother.” Happily and quietly he added “I would just probably have to tie you up to keep you from vanquishing my future minions.” Chris head shot back and he glared at his older brother. Chris knew what Wyatt was thinking even without their bond. Chris had already decided that Wyatt wasn’t coming near him for a week for the remarks he had made.

Wyatt started to move slowly towards his cherub with a purr radiating from the back of his throat. He knew the other could take off and use the raising heat to fly faster away. But if Wyatt could get close enough Chris wouldn’t take off if talons threatened to pierce them. The purring often calmed his emotional brother and seemed to pacify him long enough most times. This wasn’t one of them.

Chris stood quickly and tried to take off. Wyatt pounced and pined him face down on the ledged. His brother’s wings tried to push him off but they were like the rest of him. They only held as much strength as a mortal would and Wyatt was a fully grown demon. While one hand held down Chris back another snatched onto one of the beating white wings. It stilled the moment it felt the points of Wyatt’s talons. Wyatt stayed still above his brother listening to the blood pounding through both of their veins.

Purring again Wyatt slowly brought his head lower and nuzzled Chris’ soft hair. “Chrisssss, I want to make it up to you and your trying to run away. That’s not very nice. I said I was sorry.”

“Let go of my wing!” Chris was huffing. Wyatt merely purred deeper and licked the back of Chris’ neck. His little brother was tasty. I wasn’t like they hadn’t done this before. Demons looked very differently on blood ties and sex. Chris was fair game.

Slowly Wyatt used his telekinetic to snap the back of Chris’ vest. The lose leather fell off of his body showing more of the tempting skin. Slowly Wyatt shifted down. Still keeping his talons against the delicate wing he got off of his brother and stood. “Come on, up with you too.” Chris was trembling as he stood up. Wyatt knew he was afraid that if he slipped his delicate hollow bones and soft muscles would be torn to shreds.

Once standing and still facing away from Wyatt Chris looked like a demon’s dream. Wyatt already understood why they were offered so much of they would just hand Chris over for a few nights. His brother would always seem innocent, no matter what he did or was done to him.

Wyatt used his powers to undo the zipper running down Chris’ left leg. The pants had been ‘bought’ by Wyatt at some sex shop. He liked his brother all decked out in skin tight leather and it was the only place where he could find it. The pants fell easily off of Chris legs and revealed that the smaller demon wore nothing but leather. Wyatt moved closer and took hold of the other zipper. It only ran down a few inches but undone it allowed the pants to pool at Chris’ feet and left him naked for Wyatt’s joy.

Grinding his still leather encase erection against Chris’ ass Wyatt slid one of his hands over Chris chest. He could feel his heart beating as fast and hard as his wings had. Wyatt trailed his hand down to see if it was from fear or excitement.

Sliding his deadly weapon over Chris’ sensitive flesh he was happy to note it was both. Slowly he began to fondle the flesh to life. He felt Chris start to relax a bit to the feelings and the sounds. Snaking his tail around Chris’ leg Wyatt pulled him flush against him. Chris’ feathers were soft against his bear chest as Wyatt attacked Chris’ sensitive ear. His teeth bit down hard and marked his brother again. The cherub winced from the pain and whimpered to be let go. Wyatt stroked him again and felt Chris try to struggle away. A few drops of blood came out form under his snowy feathers and he stilled.

Wyatt moved his head back and licked the blood from Chris’ ear. He let his tongue roam over the point and moved to nuzzle the injury. He loved the scent of Chris’ fear. He loved the scent of his arousal. Wyatt’s hand released Chris length and he slowly stroked the skin just below his belly button. “Cubbling, you’re still not enjoying yourself.” Wyatt trailed his hand over across to Chris arm and took his hand. Moving it over about his length again Wyatt tightened his talons on the wing. “Enjoy yourself.”

Wyatt watched as Chris eyes slid shut and his hand start to work on the flesh. Chris kept his strokes slow and teasing, knowing if he came before Wyatt let him he was due for punishment. Slowly Wyatt moved his hand around Chris’ waist and undid his own pants. The leather seemed to stick to him as he pulled himself free.

Pre-cum was oozing out as Wyatt rubbed the head over Chris’ ass. Wyatt wanted more. Releasing his own cock Wyatt gathered some of the cum already on Chris’ body and slid it down the clef between the globes. Working two of his talons gently he started to stretch his brother. Slowly Wyatt slid one sharp appendage inside of his small brother, careful not to slash his tender flesh. He felt Chris’ wings flex but not to get away. Quickly Wyatt released the wing from his talons and wrapped the arm around his brother’s waist. Adding a third talon Wyatt began pushing them deeper watching Chris for signs that he was torn. This was why it was better to take Chris in their human guises. Wyatt’s nails wouldn’t hurt Chris half as much and he could fuck him twice as hard.

Scissoring his talons Wyatt saw Chris’ hand fall form his length as his body shuddered in appreciation. Wyatt wrapped his leathery wings around Chris’ pale body. There wasn’t a spot where he could touch that he wasn’t. Wyatt attacked Chris’ neck again, leaving hickies and bite marks all over it. His sharp teeth causing moans and yelps from the slender man.

Wyatt pulled his fingers free and took hold of his cock again. Moving it to Chris entrance Wyatt ran his other hand up across Chris abdomen to his neck. Holding the cherub in place Wyatt stabbed him. Warmth surrounded his length as Chris moaned loudly for any demon to hear. Wyatt pulled back and stabbed him again.

Wyatt wrapped both of his arms around Chris’ waist and pulled out. Pushing back in he felt Chris lose balance and sent them both toppling forward. Wyatt landed on top of Chris with his arms stretched out to brace his fall. Chris hadn’t been able to catch himself and was slowly moving to sit up and see what had happened.

Wyatt’s cock demanded to be back inside of the body it loved but Wyatt held off for a moment. He used one of his hands to turn Chris to face him and saw the dirt dusting his brother’s forehead above his left eyebrow and the slip lip he got from a stone on the ground. Leaning forward Wyatt kissed his brother’s lips gently and tucked his hair back behind his beautiful ear. He watched Chris close his eyes and lean into the caress.

Wyatt ran his hand down Chris’ lean body and trailed kisses across his shoulders. Slowly he slid back in without guidance and felt Chris shudder. Chris’ wings arced like the rest of his body and Wyatt began to rock against him. He moved his own wings to encase his cherub and felt the feathers beat against him as Chris spiraled closer. Wyatt moved his own hand back to Chris length and stroked it in time to his thrusts.

All to soon he felt himself explode followed as always and in everything by his little brother. Wyatt trembled as his wings clamped Chris to him, refusing to give up the warm presence so easily. His entire body screamed not to allow Chris to move from him even if the child was mad.

Chris eyes began to focus again as he turned to face his brother. Soft lips sought out the torn ones as Chris kissed Wyatt. When he pulled back and Wyatt saw the blood he gasped. His own teeth had ripped his bottom lip nearly in two. Wyatt concentrated and the lips reformed. Gently he hugged Chris still shaking form to him and healed his wing. There was no reason the cherub should be denied flying straight.

Chris tilted his head to show Wyatt the marks on his neck that his brother dutifully healed. Wyatt knew he had too. If he wanted to have Chris again he needed to show him that no matter what happened while they had sex after Chris would be okay.

Nuzzling the now soft and smooth neck Wyatt licked the sweat from the skin as he felt Chris shift again. A small growl escaped his throat before he could stop it and Chris froze. He didn’t want to get bitten again. “What is it cherub? I just want to sleep now. What is it that still bugs you?” Wyatt indeed felt sleeps claws inching forward to it’s prey. He knew the ledge was safe to sleep on. It was Chris favorite pouting spot and Wyatt’s favorite sex spot. The heat was suffocating and the light bloody.

Slowly Chris snuggled back into his brother more. “My ear still hurts.” Wyatt pulled back a little to see what he meant. Oh yah, he had marked him, again. Chris never let Wyatt keep his marks. It would solve some of their problems but the small boy was so shy that he didn’t want anyone to know what they did together.

Wyatt looked again at the clotted blood and teeth points and gave it another lick. The blood flowed again and so did his small dirty angel’s voice. Small whimpering noises could be heard from the creature in front of his and Wyatt closed his eyes and healed the bite partly. When he looked at the ear again it still bore the outline of Wyatt’s canines but without the pierced flesh. White and red scars marred the delicate point and Wyatt was pleased.

Chris turned to face his brother and pouted. He wanted to be healed. The look Wyatt gave him caused him to drop his gaze. The pure lust on his face, wanting Chris again caused Chris’ body to respond again. Wyatt smiled Chris moved forward and kissed him, sliding his tongue into his welcoming mouth.

-tbc
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