Written for comment_fic on livejournal
Prompt was Wyatt/Chris "The Way of All Flesh"
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Flesh rots. Its life gives way to age and then nothingness.
This is the way of all flesh, and all the grunts and grapples of love and lust are just a way to forget this fact. But the fact always remains.
When Wyatt first seduces Chris, it's scary and awkward and amazing and secret and horrible and perfect.
Chris says that it should never happen again.
But Wyatt always finds a way. To turn an ordinary conversation into another seduction, to tickle the ear while whispering to Chris, to let his hand linger in the small of his back a little longer. To make Chris suddenly, needfully aware that he is flesh, and flesh has needs.
And it works for awhile. Wyatt has Chris.
But then Chris starts having nightmares about a strange world. A world without Piper, where Leo is barely there. Where Wyatt terrorizes the world. And him. And then time travel. And a girl named Bianca. And battles barely won. And a family, finally.
And then pain. And then everything going blank. Chris himself, going the way of all flesh.
Vivid nightmares. And Chris tells himself that they're just dreams.
But when Wyatt licks a slow line up Chris' stomach, when Wyatt grins at him, predatory, and says, jokingly, "I've always loved feeling like I'm corrupting you. Bringing you over to my side": Chris feels it then, those dreams. As suddenly as a brick to the face.
And he leaves. And he can't explain it to Wyatt, or to anyone else. Because the the thought of Wyatt's flesh - its feel, its smell, its taste -- it sickens Chris now.
And the thought of his own flesh - its weakness, its impermanence, its complete corruptibility - it just makes it even worse.