A/N: Set in the future. That's basically it. Set in the 'fun' future. Where, Wyatt, is most likely, ruler. Of like everything. And, lets just say, that this is set before Chris decides to leave Wyatt. Like, right before...
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes.
Warnings: Incest. Chris/Wyatt.
House Of Shame
"Where are you going?"
The voice is soft, but harsh as it asks the question. And his breath hitches in his throat as a hand grasps his own, pulling it away from the door. He knows before he turns around he'll see betrayal in those eyes. And anger.
He turns around slowly, trying to mask the fear in his own eyes with confusion.
"No where," he whispers, glancing at the door briefly, before returning his gaze to the other.
"No where?" the cold voice laughs, turning quickly from cold into warm, but confused, "You weren't going to leave me, were you? Betray me?"
"Of course not," he replies, lying.
He knows the other. And he knows that the other doesn't believe him.
"Why would you ever leave me," the voice asks, moving his face close to the other.
He gulps, wanting to move out of the way, but knows there's no way to. He shifts his gaze down as the other looks into his eyes.
"I would neve-" he starts, but the other puts his fingers to his lips.
"Don't lie to me," the other says softly, but changes venomous as he adds, "Chris."
Chris gazes up again, but under the others gaze, he quickly turns his head down.
"Wyatt," Chris begins, but is interrupted.
"I said 'Don't lie to me, Chris'," Wyatt started, moving his face away from Chris'.
"You would bow before me, wouldn't you?" Wyatt asked softly, moving his face towards Chris' again, after each word, kissing Chris, "Would you bow before me? Your king? You master? Your br-"
"Please, Wyatt," Chris replied softly, while closing his eyes, "Don't."
Wyatt laughed cruelly, "Don't? Don't!"
Chris shook his head softly, "Wyatt?"
Wyatt laughed again, moving away form Chris's face, "No," he said, as Chris looked at him strangely, "You will bow before me."
Before Chris could move, he felt Wyatt release his hand, and use his powers to forcefully make Chris bow before him.
"W-Wyatt, stop," Chris choked out, struggling against Wyatt's magical grip on him.
Wyatt laughed, but stopped his powers, "You see, Chris, you will bow before me? You do bow before me."
Wyatt knelt down to Chris, so that he was eye level with him, "Don't you, Chris?"
"No," Chris said finally, using his own powers to knock Wyatt away from him, onto the ground.
Wyatt growled as he picked himself up from the ground, a few feet away from Chris. He glowered at Chris, and used his power to fling Chris again a wall.
Chris moaned, not bothering to pick himself off of the ground, fearing that if he would Wyatt would become even more angry with him.
Wyatt stalked over to Chris, hand raised, and chuckled when he saw Chris gasping, trying to claw at the invisible force choking him.
"You see you will bow before me," Wyatt laughed, lowering his hand, and squatting down to Chris' eye level.
Chris gasped, trying to regain the oxygen that had been deprived from his lungs, while also trying to glare at Wyatt.
Wyatt kissed Chris softly on the lips, "You see, I own you," Wyatt kissed Chris again, in his mind, smirking as Chris kissed him back slightly.
Wyatt stood up, and walked away from Chris, but paused; back still facing Chris' face, "Oh, and Chris?"
Chris glared up at Wyatt briefly, hand unconsciously going to his lips.
"Don't ever lie to me again," Wyatt continued, but turned around to face Chris, "Little brother."