Author Note : Hello! It's been a while since I've posted anything Fanfiction wise; but, I know a lot of people wanted a full verison of this story and when I moment of inspiration struck I couldn't help but sit down and at least write this. This isn't going to be a long story. Maybe a handful of chapters. To read the two-shot, go to my sister profile (Link is on my profile) to read it. It has the same title. This happens before that two-shot; and, you should problem read it eventually because once I reach the two-shot in the timeline, I'm just going to gloss over it in this story. If you choose to wait until that moment, that is up to you. Furthermore, updates will be a tad sporadic as free time is dictated by my full-time retail job. I believe that is all I really have to say. This is un-beta'ed so if you find mistakes, please let me know. Thanks! Enjoy the story!

Prologue|Expectations

Darkness is his friend. Beneath it, he was able to shed the overwhelming identity that he gained since birth. Born to a Wiccan Coven leader and her Whitelighter-turned-Husband, Wyatt Halliwell was the heir to the largest Coven in the United States and was deemed the prophesied one that would unite the Wiccans together in some makeshift Albion or Utopia. It was a surreal experience being 10 and having all of this placed in his lap. Expectations and responsibility was his life.

During the bulk of the day, he was at the University of San Francisco High School, taking the courses that every growing politician should. Before and after mortal school, he would be in his room or the United States Magical School with tomes written in various dead languages and expanding his knowledge about everything magical and Wiccan that his family, or the Elders, could get their hands on. Every moment of his daytime was spent guiding him and shaping him into the benevolent leader that he didn't really see him being. One could never do the best of a job when one is pushed into it.

Even now, nestled in the back corner of his mortal school he was reading over the latin words about high-level spells that apparently every witch needed to have in his arsenal. Granted, he never saw his aunts or mom use them; but, for some reason that didn't matter. He was nodding off between the second stanza of a spell when a pair of arms wrapped around his neck.

"Could've killed you right then, witch."

Smirking, Wyatt tipped his head back, his blue eyes connecting with a pair of sage green ones. "Should I scream?"

His captor shrugged, "If you wish, but then the body count climbs and it gets messy, and all of these precious books would go up in flame. Dirty, very very dirty."

Wyatt laughed, reaching up to push his captor's head downward just enough to push his lips against his in a chaste kiss. "How was your day, hun?"

"Long….that damn biology test."

"You? Scholar Christopher Perry complaining about a test?"

Chris's lips pulled downward into a scowl, "I didn't have time to study last night, now move over."

"What's the magic word?"

"Do it or I'll burn the couch?"

"Pretty sure it's please…."

"I like my answer better."

Wyatt chuckled, "You would." Gently, he tugged Chris into the lap, the lithe man squirming before relaxing. "If we get in trouble, I'm not talking to you for a week," was the weak protest.

Wyatt chuckled, "All the teachers are busy. We'll be fine. Why couldn't you study last night?"

"Father decided that other lessons were more important."

Wyatt frowned, his hold unconsciously tightening, "Are you okay?"

"I'll live to see another day."

Wyatt forced himself to take a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he pushed it out. He couldn't stop his arms from tightening around the lithe man in his arms. Chris squirmed, frowning. "I'm fine."

Nuzzling the back of Chris's neck, Wyatt loosened his grip. "Sorry, kit"

"Always so protective," Chris said, relaxing back into Wyatt's body, "you wouldn't make it as a demon."

"Good thing I'm not one then." Wyatt replied, chuckling.

Twisting slightly, Wyatt could just see the small upturn of Chris's smirk. He watched as Chris grabbed the book, it laying forgotten beside Wyatt's knee. Thin fingers traced the edges of the yellowed parchment. "These spells haven't been used for at least a hundred years, why are the old coots making you learn such archaic things?"

"Once you find an answer could you let me know?"

Wyatt could feel the chuckle more so than actually hearing it. Gently, he pulled Chris close, his chin resting on his lover's shoulder as they both flicked through the tome. Part of him found it silly that such a domestic and common thing could fill him with so much happiness.

His only longing being that he could share the man in his arms with his family.

It wasn't the gender. He was sure his parents wouldn't care that their son viewed the male body a bit more appealing than the female. The old coots might have a few words seeing that they would want him, the Twice-Blessed, to produce as many offspring as physically possible; but, would eventually concede with the fact that his sister and handful of cousins could birth the next generation of Halliwells.

They would have no problem with Chris's magical power. He was as powerful as Wyatt himself, which shocked him. The Community always spoke about him as if no one could come close to his power level. The Twice-Blessed was supposed to be the most powerful being on Earth. That was why he was so revered. He was their savior from years of fighting with the Demons.

And there was the problem.

He was suppose to save them from the demons.

Not lay with one of them.

Especially not with the Prince of the Underworld, the Source's one mistake, half-witch half-demon Christopher Perry.

Closing his eyes, Wyatt pushed his face into the side of Chris's neck, breathing in the soft scent of stone and books. He knew that beneath his hands and the school uniform was ivory skin that was marred with the bruises and wounds that came from Chris's "lessons". He willed the tears away. He knew if he wept, he wouldn't stop. Right now, all he wanted to focus on was the strong heartbeat that he could feel against his hand and the warm body that was nestled with his. Problems could wait.

Right now, all he has to worry about is learning this spell and the horrific algebra test that was coming up. Not the crossroads that was rapidly coming closer. One way pointed towards his family, his kin and all the expectations that he knew about since the moment he could speak. The other was side was more barren. He didn't house all the people that the other side did, it only showed one. He had green eyes, long, shaggy brown hair and demonic blood; but, Wyatt couldn't stop his looking into those eyes and finding the least demonic emotion showing in those beautiful eyes : love.

And he just stood at the break.

Unsure what side he was going choose.

But as that day came closer.

Those eyes.

Those beautiful eyes.

Were getting harder and harder to look away from.

Family be damned.