Strange Bedfellows

Rating: R (for adult themes discussed)

Fandom: Charmed

Spoilers: A few minor ones for old series'

Pairing(s): Chris/OC

Warnings: Slash! Yaoi! Male-on-male!

Plot: Set in the future, Chris is 17 and Wyatt is 18 - they also have a little sister called Eva aged 15 and they have a friend called Eric who's 18, he's the Manticore Baby from season 6. So far the Halliwell sisters have vanquished so many demons their children have grown up in a world where evil is squabbling for power.

(I)

Piper exploded the demon with a gesture. She sighed and put her hands on her hips, the clock was destroyed...again. She shook her head and looked over at Paige who had started to pick up the fragments of a chair. "We're lucky we keep the carpenter on speed dial" Piper said at last.

"We're paying for his new condo" Paige muttered. They dusted up the room. Chris orbed in. "Grab a broom nephew of my heart we're dealing with a monster attack!"

"No there's trouble at the school!"

Paige dropped the brush. "What?"

"It's - I can't explain it you have to come and see!" Chris exclaimed. Paige blinked in surprise and Piper took her hand. "Wyatt's already going to get Aunt Phoebe…quick! We haven't a moment to lose!"

"Then orb already!" exclaimed Piper. The blue lights shifted and rose.

The School of Magic

Paige orbed in. "Okay pal let's…uh…Chris where's the trouble?"

"Right here" a voice called. Paige turned around…the confetti flew into the air.

"Surprise!" Eva exclaimed. She had the same hair and face as her mother but Leo's eyes were prominent. She smiled as the teachers and students all blew streamers or shot off decorative sparkles. Above their heads a notice was pinned: "Thanking Paige"

"Since Wyatt's about to graduate this seemed like the best time to thank you for all you've done" Lenore one of the lecturers said. "Eva's suggestion"

Phoebe was standing beside the Prodigal Wyatt and talking animatedly to him. Chris smiled and Paige hugged him and went into the crowd of students she was looking after for 15 years or so now. Chris sighed as the people milled around.

He had inherited many powers: telekinesis, energy bolts, orbing and he'd recently discovered he could use Deflection. The problem was that his younger sister and older brother could both do more.

Wyatt was the big Forcefield man and possessed lots of power, sure Chris could muster enough strength to make an even fight with Wyatt but everyone loved Wyatt. Getting through everything here at the school was a Trial by Magic for him.

Eva had gained the power of premonition by some unfair twist of fate. And she could glamour and use the same Deflection as Chris. It was blatantly unfair…Chris sighed and orbed out knowing no one would notice.

The Demon Night Club.

Demon's came here for more then just drinks. The dancers were for hire for more "private" sessions and not exactly vertical either. Chris always orbed into a secluded area and always dressed in basic black since it would be asking for trouble to do otherwise.

Everyone wore basic black down here.

Like Nick. Nick was Chris' – eh – friend. Nick was a demon who'd been enslaved to the club via a silver band around his neck that wouldn't let him leave. He was dressed in tight leather shorts and a see through mesh top. His hair was spiked up and blonde. He looked sweet an innocent in some ways.

One of the demons slapped Nick across the backside. The result was a kick to the head as Nick walked on. Chris walked towards Nick. "Chris" the demon boy didn't turn around – he just walked towards the staircase. "Come on I imagine there's a family dinner in ten or something"

"Nick…"

"Just…don't Chris. You try to be civil to me and I'll actually start thinking you care"

Chris nodded. He wasn't gay. He just needed an outlet for his frustrations and Nick was good at relaxing him. With massages and…stuff like that…He entered the room, the door flicker white and sealed for privacy. That was a good thing, Chris imagined the demons could be rowdy with the dancers.

Nick sat down on his bed and removed his black hiking boots. The bed was big a fourposter with red velvet and black silk all around. The cast iron bedframe was twisted and thorny… the room was lit by torches on the wall and the only other decoration was an armoire in the corner and a full length mirror with a silver frame shaped like a demon of some sort.

Nick coughed. Chris looked at him lying on the bed and slowly slipped off the black shirt he was wearing as he climbed onto the demon. Chris touched the wide metal band around the slender neck slowly. Then he felt Nicks hands slide down his chest to Chris' trousers and unzipped them, a warm hand dived in to touch Chris' manhood.

Chris gasped and felt his trousers being pushed down. He tore open the shorts Nick was wearing and pulled the mesh top off with all his fervor. He wasn't gay but Nick did things to his body that made orbing feel like a slow day.

Nick licked at Chris' chest and teased a nipple with his thumb. Chris moaned and kissed Nick's throat. Nick bit and sucked Chris' chest and then began to move down slowly. Chris gasped as Nick dipped his tongue into his belly button…

"Uh…God" Chris moaned as Nick slid down lower and in one move swallowed all of Chris. Chris couldn't believe how incredible the boy under him was, he just let the young demon do his job… He felt heat building up in his groin. He whimpered a warning "gonna -" and Nick pulled away. Chris moaned – he'd been so close. Then he looked down at Nick.

"Come on, might as well get the part over with" Nick muttered as he looked away. Chris and Nick never Looked when they were fucking. It just made things awkward if they ever chose to – or it would if they EVER looked.

Chris slid in and Nick gasped. Nick had prepared himself to make things go faster – Nick just wanted to get it over with. He told Chris he saved time by not pretending he loved Chris like half the clients wanted or paying constant compliments.

So Chris thrust into Nick, gripping the demon's cock and licking his earlobe as he did so. Nick bit him over and over on the shoulder…then the world went white.

"Where's Chris?" Eva asked as she entered the attic. Wyatt was doing press ups.

"I don't know, he vanished at the party" Wyatt responded. "Why – what did he do now?"

"Nothing, I wanted to see if he could help me with my Magical History assignment guess not – but it's about Melinda Warren too so -"

"Yeah why not ask me?" Wyatt asked as he sat up, his blonde hair fell across his eyes.

"Because that never solves anything for us" responded Eva. "You're getting by on looks and fame so don't pretend you do as much work as Chris or I". Wyatt clamped his mouth shut. Eva nodded firmly and walked away.

Chris buttoned his clothes up. Nick was wearing black silk boxers and a red t-shirt now. "So…thanks" Chris said.

"Uh-huh – don't bother with niceties Chris…you and I both know you don't give a shit" Nick drawled as he walked over to the mirror. "Now scram…I have all kinds of stuff to do…well most of it involves me on my back or my front…or all fours…or sometimes tied up…or a whip"

"Stop that's sick" Chris said.

Nick rounded on him. "Fuck's sake if only I could use my powers – LOOK you don't have the right to pity or criticize me since you do BOTH you want to pity someone? Try a human. You want to criticize someone at least attack one of the people you don't give it up the ass to!" Nick stalked back to his armoire and took a pair of patched jeans from the hangers inside. "Go away Chris – little fallen angels don't belong here" he had turned away with a hiss. His voice was quieter now.

"I'll see you again" Chris said, at a loss for words

"What- the fuck- ever" snorted Nick. Chris walked out of the room as soon as he was out Nick reached up and touched his cheek…there was wetness on it. "Trash" he muttered. "Stupid mortal side". He pulled on his jeans. He had an hour break before he had to dance.

Chris orbed home and took in a breath. He'd orbed into a department store cosmetics department, he'd smell primarily of make up which was better the sweat and – other things…

"Hi honey" Piper said as she came out of the kitchen. "Where've you been?"

"Just looking around the shops and stuff" he smiled weakly. Piper nodded.

"Okay well dinner's in ten" Chris grinned and kissed her cheek. "Chris, honey, is there anything you need to tell me?" Chris stopped halfway up the steps.

"No" he said hoarsely.

"Okay" Piper said with a slow nod. She walked back into the kitchen.

Chris breathed out then raced up to the bathroom for a shower. Nick had scraped him down the back and he needed a shower to get the feeling his hands were still there away. His skin still tingled…

Nick scraped the blood and skin from under his fingernails with the thin needle. He placed it on a small plate and then opened a locked drawer on his armoire. Inside were potion ingredients and a vial. He uncapped the vial of bright yellow liquid and scraped the needle into it. The small sparkles ran through it and turned it brilliant blue. He capped it again. "Nearly there" he murmured.

The door opened. Nick shut the drawer and palmed his Athamae dagger. The bulky demon was standing there. Nick was dressed in tight jeans and nothing else. "Hi" he said.

"Hello little boy" leered the demon as he pulled Nick to him and ran his callused hands over the boys smooth chest. "What a nice body you have"

"And I'm glad to see you two" Nick said. "Hey…what power do you have? I just – wow I bet it's a cool one, you're so big and strong…"

"I can throw lightening bolts" the guys said as he leaned in. "That turn you on?"

"Not really – I already collected that one" Nick sighed. "But your blood will do the trick" he stuck the dagger into the demons belly, the creature howled but the room was soundproofed. Nick forced the dagger upwards and gutted the demon, dropping him aside as he burst into flames. Nick walked back to his drawer and allowed some of the blood to drip into the vial. The potion turned brilliant red. Nick laughed and drank the mix of bloods back.

"Ancestral Powers rise within

Conjure the powers of my kin

A rare half held by magic lock

Break away my true-selves block!"

He touched the collar, it snapped and fell away revealing a nasty scar all around his neck. Nick stepped over to the mirror and pushed on it. He glowed and vanished into the mirror which then vanished itself.

"Eric?" Piper had frozen the long reptile tongue as it tried to make off with the chicken leg she'd just barbequed. "Okay I'll unfreeze the tongue but please stop that if you want dinner just ask" she sighed and waved. The freeze broke and the sheepish teen stepped into the kitchen as he swallowed chicken leg in one go.

"Hi Mrs Halliwell" he said sheepishly

"Hello Eric" she smiled. "Eva, set another place for dinner Eric is staying"

Eva picked up a plate and cutlery. "Okay but he keeps his tongue in his mouth" she snapped.

"Be polite Eva" Piper warned. "Children I just had to go for the Power of three" she shook her head and went back to mixing the salad. "How's your dad Eric?"

"Oh muddling along, he's glad I'm at the magic school now – says it's a good way to get to grips with myself… and I think the witches around help – I have someone to Witch Over Me - - though no one's really happy a half-demon's there" he shrugged. Piper turned around and shook her head. "If Paige were here she'd say otherwise. You just have to accept who you are, don't give a damn about anyone else."

Chris came into the room – toweling his hair dry. "Hi Eric" he said. "Hey Mom, we're out of conditioner again".

"It's Wyatt the house can only stand two people with long hair and high maintenance" Piper whispered conspiratorially. "Me and Eva could survive on the one bottle – Wyatt too? Nope" she shrugged. "Leo should be home soon – I'll see if he can orb down to the shops" she smiled.

"Uh – magic?"

"Kidding" Piper said to her son. "Geez you'd think I lost my power to have fun!" She handed Chris the salad. "Where's Wyatt?"

"Upstairs" Eric said. "I finished my training before him"

"Superhuman speed again?" Eva quizzed.

"Hey, you got it? Flaunt it" Eric said. He ran a hand through his curly black hair and gave a wide grin. Piper smiled and handed him the juice for the table.

"Hey Chris!" Eva called. "You left your cell-" her hand fell on her brothers phone which was balanced precariously near the sink. The glass of water in her hand shattered as she had a premonition.

The dark-lighter fired his crossbow at Chris, hitting him dead on, and sending Eva's brother to the floor with a cry of pain…

"Oh God" Eva gasped.

I've left 2 episode names in this fic hidden in sentences, they should stand out – look up or TWIZ TV for episode names

Well? Whaddaya think? Thoughts and comments welcome don't bother me with flames they waist EVERYONE'S time, do you know how long it takes me to delete reviews? Too long to waste on deleting a flame. What do you think of Nick, Chris, Wyatt, Eva and Eric? Questions anyone? More slash at a later time. But wasn't that stuff nice…