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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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Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter -- it's great to know that I'm not writing for nothing. When I feel as if I can't be bothered to write I read your reviews and they're what make me do so.

Sassy: - You were perfectly right to be confused. I'd managed to go a little nuts with the cutting and pasting and that paragraph should have come later when Chris was asleep by the door. Fixed it now. Heh. Thnaks for pointing it out, though.

If anyone else spots any mistakes then don't feel too scared to tell me. I only bite bad people and door to door salespeople that RING THE DOORBELL WHEN YOU'RE IN THE BATH. Ahem.
Disclaimer: -I don't own Charmed. I don't own any of the characters in Charmed. Unfotunately.

Rating: -NC-17 -- This fic contains sexual relationships between to males YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
Chapter 3

Wyatt put his hand on Chris’s arm and gently stroked the brunette’s hair. Chris turned away from Wyatt, curling up tighter and shrugging his brother away. He didn’t want this. Not again — not after he had worked so hard to get away from Wyatt and start his own life far from the tyrant’s grasp.

Wyatt took his hand away and paced the small hut, kicking the demonic ashes across the floor. “So… What are you doing here?”

Chris rolled over and glared at him, feeling more pains shooting from his back and ass. He tried not to wince as he mumbled, “I came here to stop you.”

Wyatt laughed. “Stop me? What were you going to do — kill me?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Chris muttered, looking away from Wyatt again. He had had a potion that he was sure was strong enough to strip even someone Twice blessed of their powers. But it was in his bag and he had felt the vial shatter as the demon had tossed him into the corner. He’d landed on it and potion was seeping through the cloth onto his bare thigh. He had nothing and not only was he stuck with Wyatt again he’d let the resistance down. He probably looked pathetic, lying on the floor like this while Wyatt lorded it over him. Well, Wyatt always did like that; he remembered and then cursed himself for doing so.

“You came back for more, didn’t you?” Wyatt asked. “You missed the way I used to screw you, filling you entirely. You missed the way that felt, didn’t you? The way our brotherly bond made it feel so good…”

“No!” Chris spat out, his eyes flying open. “You… What you used to do…” He swallowed hard, closing his eyes. He had spent so long trying to forget what had happened, just in case he realized that Wyatt was right — he was happy letting himself being used as Wyatt’s sex toy.

Wyatt saw Chris’s confusion in his brother’s eyes and smiled. “I must admit, walking in and realizing what those demons were doing to you made me so jealous.” Wyatt crouched down next to Chris and whispered in his brother’s ear. “But it was hot.”

Chris reacted violently to this, jerking away from Wyatt and trying to get up and away from his brother’s hot breath. “You’re sick,” Chris said.

Wyatt noticed the blood mixed with demonic cum on Chris’s leg and immediately his blue eyes warmed with concern. He healed Chris and the brunette felt his pain disappear as his hole closed back to normal. He waited for Wyatt to untie the rope binding him and then used the wall to get up and started backing away towards the door.

Wyatt’s football training kicked in and he grabbed Chris around the waist, bringing his brother to the floor. His head was resting on Chris’s chest and he could feel his brother’s heart fluttering like a tiny caged bird. He could also see Chris’s nipples through his brother’s long-sleeved shirt and he took a moment to remember the way Chris squirmed and moaned when Wyatt sucked on them and rolled them between his fingers.

The ruler started to get hard, which was painful because he liked to wear his black pants tight and his cock had managed to find its way out of his underwear and the teeth of his zipper were now biting into it. He couldn’t adjust himself whilst holding Chris down, though. But he was soon distracted when he felt Chris’s bare dick started to grow as well, poking into his stomach as blood filled it. His brother flushed and looked to one side ashamedly.

“Don’t worry, Chris. Nothing to be embarrassed about. You just want sex — that’s all.”

“not with you.” Chris snarled, trying to get away from Wyatt.

“We’ll see,” his brother said, and shimmered them both to his penthouse.

As they reappeared Chris felt dizzy and sick. He hated shimmering — it always made him feel nauseous. Any demonic transportation had done that to him for as long as he remembered.

While he lay on the floor Wyatt got up off him and adjusted his erection gratefully, so the head was grazing against smooth silk instead of metal.

“Yeah. Sorry. Forgot you don’t like shimmering.”

“How come you get to shimmer and I don’t get to orb?” Chris asked grumpily, forcing himself to hold down his meager lunch. However much he would have liked to have stained Wyatt’s pristine carpet, that was outweighed by the embarrassment it would cause.

“Because I’m the boss and I’m the only one that gets to transport anywhere,” Wyatt told him smugly.

Chris muttered something but Wyatt let it slide, still distracted by the hard-on he was sporting for the mostly-naked Chris in front of him. He had some beautiful memories of Chris lying sprawled on his back, smiling up at him…

But this time, Chris was scowling at his brother. He finally used the back of the couch to pull himself up and then, under the pretence of stretching, flung out his arm and threw Wyatt backwards into the wall.

The brunette scrambled for the door and was using his shaking fingers to unhook the chain when Wyatt recovered and waved a hand at Chris and muttered, “Sleep.”

Wyatt walked over to Chris and the erection that had been fading from the pain and shock of being hurled through the air came back as he saw Chris sleeping. Chris looked so good and peaceful asleep and his brother proved his point by snuggling into the thick cream carpet. Chris’s brown hair was tousled and messy but Wyatt stroked it lovingly, noting that Chris could really do with a shave. His brother had a five o’ clock shadow. That would never do.

Wyatt rubbed the back of his head in pain as Chris crumpled to the floor, fast asleep. Chris had really learnt to pack a punch with his powers, Wyatt noted. He’d like to see how the other ones had advanced.

He scooped Chris up easily in powerful arms that bulged from lifting so many weights — and people — into the air and carried Chris past the living area and down a corridor into the master bedroom.

It had two huge picture windows with a set of French doors in between them, leading out onto an enclosed terrace that was lush with tropical plants. Wyatt had made it for Chris because his brother had expressed such wonderment at the huge green fronds and trailing, sweet-scented flowers. But it hadn’t been enough to keep Chris with him, Wyatt remembered bitterly. Now he hardly went out there — a nymph he kept as a gardener did it all for him.

The bed was a four poster with a white muslin drape and thick, bleached-white linen curtains. Wyatt liked minimalism — it suited him fine. No stupid trinkets and photos like there had always been around the Manor. No dumb distracting colors and not enough furniture for anyone to hide behind

Chris’s room was different — the walls had sploshes of every color on them. There were pictures of his Mom and aunts and cousins and random magical artifacts that Chris had liked the look of cluttered the shelves and surfaces. That was the only place which Chris was allowed to call his in the entire place and Wyatt had just left that alone as well when Chris had left. At first he had destroyed everything with energy balls, but had then reversed the effects because of guilt and had just locked the door — he didn’t want to go in there and be reminded that he couldn’t have his brother anymore.

Placing Chris down on the bed Wyatt wrinkled his nose at Chris’s shirt and summoned it into his hand. He held it up, inspecting it, and then sent it straight into the building’s furnace in disgust. He would have burned it in here but the carpet was snow white and that was the way he wanted to keep it — no grey ash smudges.

Chris completely naked except for his socks turned Wyatt on beyond all belief. It had been so long since he’d had sex with anything but mortal hookers or gigolos and sometimes demonic ones or his own hand that he’d almost forgotten what it was like to have sex with Chris. Almost. You could never truly forget the tightness that was Chris — the way being inside of him made you feel complete in a away al entire world full of power never could.

Chris’s hair was splayed across the pillow and his eyelids were fluttering gently in his sleep. His mouth was slightly open and his chest rose and fell as he breathed. Wyatt’s was practically drooling over the thought of having his brother there and he began to unbutton and unzip his pants. He pulled them down before remembering that he would have to take his shoes off to get them off and he did so, revealing his black silk boxers with a large tent in the centre. They were already slightly damp with precum as Wyatt undid his shirt and tossed it down with his pants and shoes. He took off his socks and the slowly pulled his boxers down his toned legs, allowing his cock to spring free and taste the sweet air.

Wyatt reached into his bedside cabinet and pulled out a pair of leather cuffs attached to each other by a chain. Chris had never liked these — being helpless was a great fear of his brother’s — but Wyatt had always liked them and used them whenever he could persuade Chris to. Chris looked so hot bound with leather and chains that Wyatt had to remember to hold back for fear of hurting his brother. His cock was aching with desire as he bound Chris to the left post of the bed just in case Chris woke up and chose to voice his objections as the idea. Chris’s arms were now above his head and Wyatt’s erection twinged again — something to do with the composition of sleeping innocence and hardcore bondage.

As the ruler reached for a bottle of oil he tried to remember when he had last cum. Five days ago? A week? Maybe more, he realized, as he slowly oiled up his dick. He’d been too busy to even think about it and he rubbed oil into the head of his erection, enjoying the feelings. He poured some onto his fingers and pushed two inside Chris, moving them around. Chris stirred a little but didn’t wake. Wyatt was careful not to hit Chris’s spot because the sensations would have caused his brother to spring awake at once.

The blond gently smeared oil inside of Chris before pulling his fingers out and adding a little more to his hardon, rubbing it up and down. He then moved himself to Chris’s entrance and slowly edging in. Immediately Wyatt moaned loudly, all of the pleasure he had ever felt with Chris flooding back as his dick was engulfed. Chris was just as tight as Wyatt remembered and just as hot and Wyatt began thrusting into his brother in delirium, moaning.

However, after a few thrusts he stopped and shifted around in Chris, causing a slight groan to escape from Chris’s lips. Wyatt stopped moving in case he brushed against Chris’s spot and made him wake up

But something wasn’t right. Chris was as good as Wyatt remembered and yet… He shifted and as Chris groaned again it sent spasms through his buried erection and Wyatt realized what it was.

Chris wasn’t able to take part. Normally Chris would be moaning and mewing and thrusting towards Wyatt. Normally, Chris didn’t want the moment to end and was constantly pushing back towards his brother when Wyatt pulled out. Normally, Chris would be reaching up to lick and pinch Wyatt’s nipples, or gently jerking himself off in time with Wyatt. But Chris was asleep, and none of that was happening.

Wyatt tried again but it wasn’t any good. He might as well be humping his pillow. He pulled out of Chris and rolled onto his side of the bed, lying flushed on top of the covers for a few minutes before realizing that he was still incredibly hard for his brother. But without Chris able to participate in it, Wyatt would have to take care of himself. Again.

The blond sighed and slowly reached down and massaged his balls with one hand whilst playing lightly with the head of his cock with the other. He sunk back into the mattress, imagining the boy next to him squirming and moaning, pulling against his restraints but unable to get free — having full access to that body and Chris not being able to do anything about it…

He felt the familiar sensation in his balls that traveled all the way up his shaft and he thrust his hips into the air as he came, cumming over his head and spattering onto the headboard. His dick was still shooting smaller and smaller loads until it was doing nothing but dribbling into his pubes.

Wyatt gasped, having been too shocked by the intensity of the orgasm to gasp or cry out. He gulped, looking at the mess and wishing that he had reached that point inside of his sleeping brother.

Chapter Three. Hope you enjoyed. I think the review button's around here somewhere... Not that I'm hinting, of course...
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