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Back at Square One	By : TwistedWorld Category: 1 through F > Charmed Views: 16850 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Apparently, I need disclaimers. Well, I've always had them, they've just not been too serious, so: I own nothing. Nada. Zip. I don't own the characters {:(}, and I'm not making any money from this. Although this would be a kickass job to have sadly, no. Summary of all of that: Don't sue me. I'll bitchslap you in court.

Title: Back At Square One

Summary: Y'all just read this on the outside. Don't be so lazy.

Rating: Say it with me: NC-17.

Pairings: Look at last chapter and ditto ditto.

Characters: ... For God's sake. It's spelt: D-I-T-T-O. I think.

Betas: None. Seriously, look at the typos, do I look like someone who has a Beta?

Author's Notes: I'm an author. I write notes.

Disclaimer: Huh. Would ya look at the deja vu...

I've Forgotten Which Chapter This Is After Writing My Disclaimer, Yes It Took That Long, So Don't Ask.

Chris woke up with a really dry throat. He squinted at the sunlight coming into the room and held up his hand against it before trying to move. It hurt to move, and the memory of the two Wyatts abusing him came back to him, and he shuddered, wondering how much damage they�d done.

His stomach growled. It had had nothing but load after load of Wyatt�s creamy cum in it for the past thirty-six hours. Time to find some food and some water. He got slowly off the bed, kind of dizzy, and managed to stagger out of the master bedroom, feeling his way along the walls until he got to the living room and then the kitchen. He looked vaguely for something to drink out of before just giving up and sticking his head under the faucet and drinking like he�d been in the Sahara for a week. When his stomach felt like it was going to burst he stopped and let the water splash all over his face and hair, waking him up and washing away some of the grime.

He straightened, pushing sopping hair out of his face, and came face to face with his brother, who had crept up behind him.

�Whjat do you want?� Chris asked, looking at him with his green eyes.

�Do you have to ask that when I�ve just watched you bend over the sink?� Wyatt smirked.

Chris looked down at himself. He was, of course, naked, because that�s the way Wyatt had left him. �Go to hell.�

�It�s just not the tourist season down there right now.�

Chris just glared at him. �Is there anything to eat in this place?�

Wyatt shrugged. �Chef normally sends something up at meal times.� Chris looked at the clock behind Wyatt on the wall and sighed. It was ten in the morning � he�d missed breakfast and it was too early to expect lunch to be served. He sighed but then backed against the sink as Wyatt advanced on him. He was tempted to bring a knee up and smash it into his brother�s balls, see how much Wyatt liked that, but when he tried Wyatt caught the movement just in time and stepped back, backhanding Chris across the face so that a little blood sprayed into the sink.

�Is that anyway to treat you lover?� Wyatt asked with a smirk.

�You�re not my lover, you�re my brother,� Chris spat, glaring again.

Wyatt leaned in towards Chris again, treading on his brother�s feet so Chris couldn�t raise a knee in response again. �They�re the same thing,� he whispered in Chris�s ear, before throwing his bodyweight forward and attacking Chris�s mouth with a kiss, sucking Chris�s tongue into his mouth and bruising the lips again. Chris was wincing and trying to pull away, but Wyatt held on, grinding his clothed crotch against Chris�s abs. Chris could feel Wyatt�s erection stabbing him in the stomach. His brother was permanently hard.

Wyatt was running his hands lightly through Chris�s hair as he kissed his brother, and he suddenly took a handful of the soft, brown hair and yanked backwards, pulling a grateful Chris out of the kiss. The brunette reached up and touched his lip, which was bleeding even more. Wyatt had sucked last night�s scab right off it. His tongue was bleeding too � either he or Wyatt had caught it on their teeth.

�I�m going to need a bit of help down here, Chris,� Wyatt said, looking at his erection. �And, you say you��re gungry, so��

Chris gave a false laugh. �Ha. Ha. Ha� No. Get off me.�

Wyatt put his full weight onto Chris�s feet and the brunette�s knees buckled slightly with the pain. This was enough for Wyatt to force his brother down onto his knees. Chris�s kneecaps slammed into the floor and he cried out in pain, and in a flash Wyatt was pressing two fingers into his jaw and forcing it to stay open. Chris couldn�t close it if he tried, which he did. Somehow, Wyatt had found the perfect pressure point. Chris squirmed, one of Wyatt�s hands forcing his mouth open the other gripping his hair.

The blond squinted at the zipper on his pants and it unzipped itself. His erection flopped out gratefully. �You know what to do.�

Maybe Wyatt would leave him alone, Chris thought. Maybe. He could hope, right? Closing his eyes in self-disgust, he gently licked the head of Wyatt�s cock, his bleeding tongue leaving trails of orangey blood all over the pulsating flesh. His talented tongue darted down the shaft and he suddenly engulfed Wyatt�s dick in his mouth, sucking on it for all he was worth and easing forward, letting it slip down his throat. Wyatt was soon fully sheathed in Chris and began roughly fucking his brother�s throat, never letting his head out of the back of Chris�s throat. It felt too good.

�Uhnuhh� I swear you just get better and better at this, Chris�� Wyatt moaned, throwing his head back, never once realesing the pressure point on Chris�s jaw. It was all Chris could do not to gag on his brother�s throbbing meat as the blond�s hips pistoned a pulsating cock in and out of his throat.

Wyatt closed his eyes as Chris sped up his strokes, sensing Wyatt�s climax approaching. Immages of Chris, bound and kneeling on the kitchen floor instead of just kneeling flashed through Wyatt�s brain until the very last second when his cum burst into Chris�s throat, half-drowning his brothber with the volume of it. Chris swallowed all of it, knowing his brother liked that. He didn�t look up for signs of approval, just sucked his brother�s cock of every last drop of cum, swallowing it and then staring at the granite-tiled floor.

Wyatt came down from his orgasmic high with several pants, and Chris felt rather than heard his brother using magic. The brunette risked a peek upwards through dark lashes and saw Wyatt holding a circular object in his palm.

Realizing too late what it was, Chris was too late to struggled and Wyatt snapped the leather collar around his brother�s throat. The steel lock clicked closed and Chris glared up at Wyatt, one hand shooting to his painful jaw, the other to the collar.

�Better,� Wyatt said, smirking at the sight, putting himself back in hbis jeans before he got hard again. Damn. Chris�s reproachful green eyes, the dark bangs on his forehead, the black leather against his brother�s skin were so fucking hot. Maybe if he� No. Nope, not at all. It was five past ten. He had meetings at ten. Five minutes late was royal, anymore sloppy. Maybe�

Chris, I�ve got something for you to do.�

~*~*~*~*~*~

Chris stared at the white carpet. Wyatt�s ten o� clock had been going on for twenty minutes now. Wyatt had moved the meeting to the living room. He was sitting on one couch; the darklighter was sitting on a couch opposite. Chris was sitting on the floor at Wyatt�s feet, still naked except for the collar. The darklighter was mumbling and losing his thread, breaking off to swallow and try to adjust himself as he stared at him. The brunette moodily flicked at imaginary link on the carpet.

�So, I�m missing thirty darklighters. The ones that you promised me. How did that happen?

�The fact was that it, was, a, uh, communications, um, breakdown, and that was how it� happened. Sorry. That was how it happened. I couldn�t get to them to, um� t-tell them.�

�So when will I have them?�

�It�s really, um, uh, not, not that simple, y-you see I can�t just do that for you and I�� he paused to adjust himself nervously.

�You look a little uncomfortable. Is it too warm in here for you? I can turn up the AC�� Wyatt hid a smirk as the darklighter�s eyes flicked to Chris. Again. The blond played with his brother�s collar lightly, his blue eyes boring into the darklighter. The ruler looked at the darklighter�s bulging crotch. �Perhaps some� relief?�

�Oh, sire, I, um, I��

�Don�t mention it. Chris�?�

Chris drew in a deep breath and balled his fists, digging his nails into his palms to stop himself saying everything as he crawled on all fours towards the darklighter, settling between his spread legs.

�Oh, sir, I couldn�t. It wouldn�t be right for me to� uh��

�On the house,� Wyatt said with a casual wave of his hand.

Chris looked up through a curtain of dark hair with his shimmering green eyes, forcing a hopeful pout onto his face and outlining the darklighter�s erection with light strokes of his fingers.

�If it�s what you wish, master��

But Chris was already nuzzling the pants-clad crotch with his nose, lightly nipping at the concealed cock. Tilting his head to hide his disgust from the darklighter, he unzipped the pants with his teeth. The darklighter was wearing no underwear, as was their trademark, and Chris immediately devoured the erection, taking it deep into his throat. It was about the same length as Wyatt�s, perhaps a little shorter, but nowhere near as wide, and with the workout his throat had had not half an hour ago, it went down easily. He used his tongue, lathering the shaft with spit whilst the head was still buried inside him and massaged balls swollwen with cum with his hand.

The darklighter groanwed and forced himself all the way in by pushing on the back of Chris�s head, holding the brunette there until he was sdtruggling to breathe. Chris started seeing black spots before his vision and knew he was about to pass out, when the darklighter shot buckets down his throat and into his stomach. The darklighter�s eyes rolled back into his head as he did so, and Chris finally came up for air, gasping.

�Better?� Wyatt asked, smirking at the darklighter, who was at a loss for words.

�Sir, I, wow, thank you��

�So, when will Ib have those darklighters?�

�Today. This afternoon. I�ll get them to you.�

�What�s next on the agenda?�

They began shop talk again and Chris looked up at Wyatt, who was beckoning him nearer with just his eyes. Chris sighed mentally and crawled back over to Wyatt � he wasn�t allowed to stand, not in the presence of guests � and sat by Wyatt�s feet again. He choked suddenly as Wyatt yanked his collar and he was dragged onto his brother�s lap, his throat painfully constricted. He was sitting astride Wyatt, facing away from the darklighter, and Wyatt continued the meeting over Chris�s shoulder.

�When you�ve gotta do it, you�ve gotta just do it, right?� Wyatt asked, unzipping his jeans for the second time that day.

A monster cock came out of the hole and Chris gaped at it. Wyatt, ten inches when erect, was now sporting an erection about fifteen or sixteen inches long and practically twice as wide as it had been before. Wyatt had cast a spell to perform magical penis enlargements? Why?

Chris looked into a mirror on the wall and saw the darklighter�s shock and awe at the monster cock and immediately knew why Wyatt had done it. TO impress, to shock. It was always getting one over on your minions, Chris thought bitterly. But Wyatt had been huge enough already, and now�

Precum was glistening on the huge head of his brother�s enhanced dick and Chris realized Wyatt was going to fuck him with it. Oh, God. He would never survive having something that big in him. It would split him in two. What was Wyatt thinking? His pulse quickened and he swallowed, shaking his head and pleading silently with Wyatt. Why was he doing this to him? Why? He had to force back tears at the idea of how much it would hurt, how much Wyatt would be violating him. Wyatt grinned evilly, gripping his brother�s biceps with fingers like steel talons and then said something airily to the darklighter. Chris squeezed his eyes shut as Wyatt lifted his brother and placed the enormous head at his entrance.

Chris tried one last pleading look that failed before Wyatt started edging his huge erection into his brother a tiny bit at a time. Chris bit his lip to stop himself screaming. He could taste blood and Wyatt was only about four inches in. The wider girth made it so hard to fit it in�

It hurt so much and Chris finally yelled out in pain, which then turned into a scream of agony as Wyatt thrust in the last six inches or so suddenly and without warning.

Chr
is wanted to be sick, it hurt so much. He could already feel his ass bleeding inside and he screwed his eyes shut, silent sobs wracking his body as Wyatt began to slowly and torturously fuck him.

He said something else to the darklighter but Chris, practically passed out now, didn�t hear or care. All he wanted to do was to get Wyatt out of him, stop this right now. But he could barely move with the pain, all he could do was mewl as Wyatt groaned and moaned with pleasure and lust, slowly pumping up and down inside his brother.

Chris didn�t know how long Wyatt had been fucking him for. He was sure he�d blacked out at some stage. But he could hear his brother ending the meeting and with a quick, sharp thrust that would have hurt less had it been done with a knife, Wyatt came. And came. And came. The blond shot twenty times, throwing his head back and screaming to the now-empty heavens as the darklighter left.

Wyatt finally pulled out and Chris�s ass welcomed the coolness. The blond set the limp brunette down on his side as blood and cum started running out of his brother�s ass, the hole stretched beyond all repair. White lights surrouned Wyatt�s cock and it went back to its normal size.

Chris was crying into the couch cushions, full on sobs that practically broke Wyatt�s heart. He had hurt his angel. He had hurt him a lot. Taking pity on his beautiful brother and his swollen and bleeding hole, Wyatt quickly healed the long-suffering angel and waved a hand, sending Chris into a deep sleep.

I know it took a while and I�m really sorry. Do I have any reviewers left?
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