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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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Wow, Just wow. Thanks so much for all of the comments, it means a lot to me to sign on and see practically one a day. You all rock.
Winter: If you haven't yet, go read anything and everything by Grumpy_Writer. He never ceases to amaze me.

James: No, never done any Leo and Chris. It's a cool pairing, but it's not what's stuck in my head right now (obviously) demanding to be written.

Rating: NC-17. You no old enough, you no read. Si? Comprende?

Male/Male story. Oddly, between two guys. Who saw THAT one coming? Don't like go away. Bye!

Disclaimer: Don't own them. Not a single freckle. Nor the show. But I'm not bothered about owning THAT. Still, better write that in, because to be sued for plagerizing something that's got itself that bad? Would be embarassing. Very, very embarassing.

Chapter 7
Chris could practically feel his cock bruising.He could almost see the blood vessels rupturing to leak under the flesh as Wyatt twisted mercilessly at his erection.

“Wyatt…” Chris whimpered, tears springing from the corners of his eyes and threatening to roll down his face.

Wyatt gave an amused smirk. “Oh, does that hurt? Sorry, Chris.” he said, gritting his teeth as he twisted his brother’s cock. The tears began to roll down Chris’s face as Wyatt gave it an Indian burn, wrenching it hard enough for him to worry that he might actually be doing permanent damage. Well, he could always heal Chris later to make him forgive him. “are yiu going to drink the potion now?”

Chris screwed his eyes shut, cryin silently. Wyatt flicked the head of his dick impatiently and Chris looked up, blood dribbling from his pouting lip and turning tears pink. He nodded once and then looked back down ashamedly.

“Can’t hear you, Chris.”

“Yes.” the brunette whispered.

Wyatt smiled and moved to Chris’s face, gently kissing his brother on the lips. Suddenly, he slammed Chris’s head backwards into the headboard. “You had you chance,” he snapped, squeezing Chris’s dick a final time before striding across the room and collecting his clothes.

Chris looked up at Wyatt with hurt eyes. Wyatt had done that to him for nothing? “What?”

“If you’d drunk it when I told you to, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Wyatt…”

“Magic spirits, I invoke thee,

Hold Chris’s lust and mote it be.”

Chris’s eyes, which had narrowed as Wyatt started reciting, flew open with realization. “No, please, Wyatt…” His erection was sore. It hurt from Wyatt’s brutal treatment, and yet now more blood than ever was flowing into it, swelling it and causing pressure, hurting.

And, worse, through the pain all he could think about was getting off. He could only think about his dick and somehow making himself cum, and he pulled against the chains hard, but he couldn’t get free enough to do anything.

“Wyatt…”

“Sorry, Chris. You’re too late.” His little brother’s whimpering and mewing and small pants made Wyatt shudder with the desire to touch him and be touched by him and the blond almost turned, but then realized that this was probably a product of Chris blasting his empath power at him

“I’ll drink it…” Chris begged pathetically, turning puppy dog eyes on Wyatt. “I will, and you can wake up next to me tomorrow…”

Wyatt turned around and Chris’s eyes sparked and his heart leapt with hope. But then Wyatt snapped his fingers and conjured a gag, which tied itself around Chris’s mouth.

“I’m not a pushover, Chris. And don’t you forget it.”

Chris made muffled pleading noises and fixed Wyatt with his miserable glare again, but his brother just walked out. “Good night, Chris.”

Chris pulled hard on the chains scraping the wood and bruising his wrists. He couldn’t get free no matter how hard he pulled. He let out a helpless sob, looking down at his erection. It was throbbing with every heartbeat and leaking a little. It was still aching, begging Wyatt to touch it, to stroke it, to suck on it. Anything. It was screaming for contact that he couldn’t give it and he pulled once more on the handcuffs, feeling the first of many trickles of blood run down his arm.

*~*~*~*~*

Wyatt spent an uncomfortable night in Chris’s bed. He cursed himself for not having thought to bind his brother to his own bed. Chris liked a soft mattress, one that you could sink into at the end of the day. Consequently, Wyatt had got Chris a feather one. It moulded itself around the ruler, making him feel claustrophobic. He liked his beds big and wide and firm. It was better for his back, anyway, which hurt now.

He gritted his teeth and rolled over. It was two in the morning. It had been five hours since he’d tied Chris up and left him. Every now and then, he would get a burst of lust from his brother’s powers, trying to coax him into the next room, followed by telepathic yelling when that failed.

It wasn’t going to work. Even though Chris’s burning desire was causing his own cock to grow and throb and tent the sheet covering his body, Wyatt could take care of it. He’d been lying on his back staring up at the draped ceiling of his four poster for months taking care of himself while Chris had been gone. Tonight would be no different, he’d just be starting up at the glo in the dark starts Chris had stuck all over the ceiling instead.

He let a hand glide down his front, tweaking each nipple gently as it past and disappearing under the sheets. He brought his left hand into play and used to to roll his nipples whilst slowly stroking up and down with his right making the sheets rustle.

Another burst of pleading lust from Chris made Wyatt grip harder and stroke firmer faster. The sheet slid off him and to the floor and he was left naked on top of a cream silk sheet underneath him, his tanned body contrasting with it and sticking and gliding over it at the same time.

He bucked his hips into the air a couple of times, getting into the swign of it. His eyes were half closed and his mouth was open, gasping in air past a tongue tracing circles inside. The glowing green stars on the ceiling were starting to blur into one as he bucked his hips again, giving a light moan and he imagined Chris chained to his bed, his erection straining to be serviced…

He felt himself get closer and he sped up the strokes, his eyes finally closing and blotting out the stars and he bucked his hips into the air a final time as he came, shooting globs of cum all over his torso. They gleamed palely in the moonlight and Wyatt came down form his post-orgasmic high, his eyes opened and he breathed heavily, readjusting to coming back down to Earth.

He grabbed the pillow from behind his head and slid his hand inside the cover, using it to clean himself up and then got off the bed and slipping into Chris’s robe, knotting it around his waist loosely. It didn’t fit very well — he was too broad in the shoulders — but it would do. He then shimmered out.

He shimmered back in on the terrace, with his back to the exterior wall. To his right was one of the picture windows on the master bedroom, where Chris was currently tied up. The blond swallowed, feeling the rough brickwork under his hands and peeked around the corner, brushing some clinging fern out of the way.

Chris had a little dried blood on both his hands and arms, but was still bucking against the chains, even as his wrists swelled and bruised from the treatment. He Was crying a little to. Crying silently, the way he always did. Chris didn’t often sob. He just let tears come.

He was lifting his legs into the air and Wyatt caught sight of his brother’s ass before Chris managed to bring his toes up to his face. Wyatt watched with interest as Chris’s feet tugged on the gag, but then fell back down, exhausted. A couple of minutes later, he did the same again, curling his toses around the gag. This time, there was enough space to get a good enough grip. He’d obviously been working at it for ages.

Finally, he wrenched downwards and tore the cloth gag down around his throat. The brunette worked his jaw for a little while and then took a deep breath. Wyatt saw his brother’s abs rippling and marvelled at how lithe and flexible Chris had become. This could be so much fun…

Chris leaned forwards so much that his arms were stretched out behind him and Wyatt was actually worried his brother would pop out a shoulder. Chris was shifting on the bed, moving his legs back up towards his ears again and Wyatt frowned a little as Chris craned his neck forward and drew in his stomach muscles, and once again Wyatt admired the straining muscles.

He could feel the head of his cock start to poke against the rough material of Chris’s robe and he adjusted himself, drawing closer to the window to watch Chris’s incredible feat of gymnastics.

The brunette had bent himself up and the head of his cock as inches from his lips. Wyatt licked his own and leant forward, his breath fogging the glass cooled by the AC from inside. Chris’s tongue darted out and he licked around the top of his dick, swiping away the precum that had built there before his muscles gave way and he collapsed back down in a heap.

He r
ested for a while, breathing hard, and then tried again, this time getting the entire head of his cock between his lips and sucking before having to drop his legs back down.

Wyatt gulped and pressed closer to the window, having to tuck a straining erection back into the robe again to stop it pressing against the glass. It hurt to be hard so soon after just getting off, but that was the price of living with Chris again, and he was willing to pay it.

Chris tried one last time, but this time his efforts were labored, and he looked as if he were in pain. It didn’t surprise Wyatt. The blond had been surprised his brother could manage to get that far without pulling something.

Chris managed to suck on his own dick for about a minute before his shaking muscles gave out and he flopped back to his original position, tears pricking at his eyes again at the various pains he had gone through to try and get himself off. He’d wrenched something in his stomach, he was sure. And maybe his neck.

It would be a lot easier if you just came in here and helped me out, you know.

Wyatt jumped, seeing Chris’s green eyes fixed on the window. Shit. He sucked at the whole peeping Tom act.

As much as the ‘problem’ between his legs was telling him to get in there and sort his brother out, his mind refused and he smirked at Chris, shook his head, waved and shimmered out.

“FUCK’S SAKE!” Chris growld, pulling hard on the cuffs and yanking off a scab, sending more blood running down his arm.

Short, but hopefully sweet. I need to work out where I'm going first. More sex next chapter, maybe... A couple of comments couldn't hurt in between, right? Just to give me a guiding hand?
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