BREATHING
He shut his eyes and evened out his breath when the door opened. His heart
pounded as he desperately hoped his brother was in a laid-back mood. But
unfortunately.
"Christ, I know you're awake."
He cringed, glad he was facing the wall. He felt like orbing out, but
knew that would only worsen his situation. The mattress shifted under the
newly-added load. He hated his brother's weight on his hips, but. He was
on his back now. The man muttered something and he hissed in pain. He knew
his brother was grinning in triumph.
"Now, now, little brother. We both know that only hurts if you're awake."
He curled his upper body up, muttering something along the lines of "no.
mom.*whimper*.mom."
He was slapped harshly, and he gasped in pain and surprise, eyes flying
open. His blondish brother was practically seething. "Don't dare try to trick me."
The older man took a deep breath and shook his head before he looked down
again, sliding his fingers down his sibling's cheek. "It doesn't matter now."
He lowered his eyes. He didn't want to see his older brother. He hated
them being in the same room alone.
The older male rocked forward, capturing his little brother's lips, and slid
his tongue into the wet, warm cavern. Chris gave himself up and shut his eyes,
sighing in shame.
~Real time~
The half-whitelighter bit his lip, vague-eyed, leaning over the cradle's guardrail.
He glanced at his hand when it suddenly felt wet. He moved it slowly and smeared his
tears across his cheek. It seemed rather as though he wasn't controlling his body. Baby
Wyatt stared at his with his usual quiet, innocent, faraway look. Chris tilted his head,
evaluation the small boy. 'Just you see, little one. I'll save us both.' He offered the
young child a quick smile before he buried his tear-stained hands in his pockets and
walked out the door.