Running with the Devil
Chapter 2
A/N : This chapter might confuse people but dont worry, I shall clear it up in the next one! That is..if people like it. So PLEASE review!
Wyatt was leaning against the wall near his bedroom. His face had adorned the world's most bored expression in a lifetime. He had his eyes cast towards the ceiling, racking his brain for something to do. It's not that he didn't have any plans, god no, its just in honesty he didn't feel like doing any of them right now. He just wanted Chris to come back. He knew he was being over protective but he could care less. He also knew Chris didn't like killing. Why? For reasons beyond his understanding, but he needed Chris to get the hang of it. The more people he killed, the less insecure thoughts of Wyatt's followers who watched Chris's every move, afraid he would betray them with his innocence.
" My lord." One of his minions interrupted his thoughts and he slowly cast his glance towards a tall figure.
" What is it?" He looked at his servant distastefully. He smiled inwardly as he gulped.
" My lord there has been reports that some of your family members are -"
" Not dead? Yes I know, I've been told." Wyatt cut him off.
Chris and Wyatt were said to have been the only living family members left alive of their name.
" Thast what Chris thinks, anyway," Wyatt thought dimly to himself.
" My lord.. We have found proof that possibly Paige is back and I was thinking that maybe you should-"
" Tell Chris? No I've told you," Wyatt stated as he angrily pushed himself away from the wall. " I will tell Chris what happened in the past when I damn well think I should."
The servant cowered.
" Yes my lord."
" Don't tell me when I should tell him, understand?"
The servant started to nod when an orb and a slight form of fire appeared. Wyatt's face started to gleam. His baby refused to not orb.
" Leave me." He said absent mildly to his servant.
As the servant left, Chris's eyes met Wyatt and he immediately felt the need to be in his protector's arms. He eagerly walked over to Wyatt and closed his eyes as his brothers strong arms wrapped around him.
" I missed you," Wyatt muttered into Chris's brown hair.
Chris hid his smile. This was worth whatever he had to do outside of Wyatt's arms. When the two parted Wyatt's smile immediately vanished and was replaced with worry.
" What happened?" He gently tilted his other half's head, exposing his burnt looking neck.
Chris's face felt heated.
" I.., um.., got hit, but its okay," He said quickly, trying to seem innocent.
" You got hit?" Wyatt's voice slightly rose. He looked over Chris's shoulder.
" I told you to make sure nothing so much as grazed him," He spat out. Blake flinched.
" I am sorry-"
" No there is no "sorry"," Wyatt said angrily, stepping around Chris.
" It was his fault!" Blake slipped. His face suddenly went white. He couldn't believe he had let those words leave his lips and his eyes went wide. Chris winced inwardly.
" What?"Wyatt's voice was venom. Chris looked around uncomfortably.
" Nothing is ever his fault, do you got that?" Wyatt started to tread toward Blake who took a step backward. He raised his hand; his fingers curling as Blakes face suddenly went white.
" No, Wyatt don't!" Chris's voice was pleading as he wrapped his fingers around Wyatt's wrist. His older brother looked at him.
" Please don't Wye.., it really wasn't his fault." His voice was plead full.
Wyatt looked at the others worried brown eyes, his lips almost pouting. He felt himself grow weak under his brother's command. He uncurled his fingers and as Chris hugged him tight he held Chris protectively.
" How was it your fault?" He asked softly.
Chris tensed and when Wyatt felt it he frowned.
" You can leave," Chris said over Wyatt's shoulder to Blake. Blake gave him a look before nodding and flaming out.
Wyatt reluctantly backed away and allowed a small space between the two. Chris was looking at the ground nervously, refusing to meet Wyatt's eyes, which made the older one frown even more.
" Hey." Wyatt's soft voice cut through the silence and Chris looked up slightly.
" You can tell me. What's wrong, Chris?"
Chris gulped. Wyatt had a very low temper when it came to people not following through with orders. He didn't want people to know that Chris was doing some killings, because than they could set a trap and Wyatt would have a heart attack every time Chris was threatened. If someone had seen him and than lived, it paved the way for ideas that could result in the death of the young ruler.
" I stopped Blake from killing someone who saw me and knows me and I'm sorry but I couldn't let her die!"
Chris spoke really fast, only pausing for a small breathe in which to look at Wyatt worriedly.
Wyatt's mind comprehended this.
" Someone saw you, and you didn't kill them?" His voice wavered.
" Yes, but Wyatt I knew her! I couldn't -"
" It doesn't dam well matter if you knew her Chris!" Wyatt started to pace around the room. " I told you to kill everyone. And if you couldn't, than Blake sure as hell could!"
Chris just looked on at his brother's rant.
" Now you can get hurt Chris," He started off soft. " You could get taken away from me. Do you want that Chris?" He started to get angry. " How could you be so stupid? It isn't that hard to kill someone! Don't you have any brains!?"
Chris felt his eyes start to water. He hated this. He hated feeling like a lower being.
Wyatt suddenly stopped when he saw his brother's expression and immediately walked over and pulled Chris into a warm embrace.
" I'm sorry," He whispered, his hands secured around his brothers hips. " I just cant loose you."
Chris nodded understandingly, his hand coming up to rest on Wyatt's arm.
" I couldn't kill him.., Wye.., because it was our cousin."
Chris felt Wyatt's hold body tense. His fingers went cold, and as he looked up he saw a foreign expression cross Wyatt's face.
" Who?" His voice was swift and Chris found himself taking a small step backwards.
" Mikayla.."
" Paige." Wyatt hissed under his breath. Wyatt's mind started to wheel. If Mikayla was back, than her twin sister and brother were as well. And if they were back..that meant that the spell had worn off and their mother was back. That meant Wyatt's lie would be revealed and Chris's love would be threatened and -
" Paige?" Chris looked confused. " But she's dead Wyatt."
Wyatt was silent for a moment, his back turned to his lover.
" I know she is, I was just drifting off for a second." He said, turning back around.
Chris gave him a weary look.
" Don't you trust me?" Wyatt sensed his brother's doubt. Chris nodded.
" Of Course I do." Wyatt grinned.
" Good," He started, a gleam forming in his eyes as he strode towards Chris. Chris instinctively backed up until his back hit the wall. When Wyatt reached him he placed his hands on either side of his brothers face, his breath caressing Chris's cheek.
" Because trust is the key," Wyatt's voice was a whisper. He moved his mouth to hover over Chris's ears.
" I would be mad if you didn't trust me." His tongue traced the young mans ear. Chris felt his skin start to tremble with anticipation.
" I trust you Wyatt." Chris repeated. By the look of Wyatt's face, he had made his older brother happy.
Chris whimpered as Wyatt pressed his body against the smaller one, their body heat mingling.
Wyatt's lips suddenly crashed against his brothers, his hands holding Chris tight so he couldn't move. Chris moaned as Wyatt's tongue invaded his mouth, dominating what was already his territory. Wyatt's hands came up to tangle into Chris's hair, raising his head and exposing his loves neck. Chris moaned as Wyatt licked, bit and sucked on every inch of skin that he could find. Chris's hands roamed over Wyatt's chest and their lower half's crashed against each other's. When Wyatt couldn't take the heat anymore he flamed them into their bedroom, knocking Chris off balance slightly. He stared Chris in the eyes as he pushed his brother backwards. Chris fell against the bed and crawled up towards the bedpost. Wyatt stood there, staring at his brother and licking his lips. He slowly removed his shirt before nearly pouncing onto the bed, his lips re claiming his territory. Their tongues battled and Wyatt once again, like always, dominated and made love to Chris in his mouth. They separated as Wyatt almost ripped Chris's shirt off. He always was the one to undress Chris.
" I'm going to take you so hard, Chris, that you wont remember your name when were finished."
Chris groaned at his brother's words as Wyatt's mouth moved down ward, kissing over his neck and than wrapped around his pecks, his breathe warm and earning a gasp from Chris. He felt Chris run his hands through his hair as Wyatt ran his hand along Chris's hard on. As Wyatt's kisses got lower and lower, his tongue swirled around Chris's navel. Chris could swear that his eyes rolled behind his head as Wyatt slipped off Chris's black pants. Wyatt took advantage of his brothers no under wear policy and started to nip at his thighs with his mouth. He kissed everywhere; he licked everywhere except for that one place that Chris needed.
" Wyatt..,, please," Chris begged, his eyes wide.
Wyatt obliged and started to take off his pants. Chris couldn't help but raise himself enough to re attach their lips. He ran his hand down Wyatt's chest, his lips hovering over Wyatt's ear. His hand continued downward, circling his bellybutton before coming down to stroke Wyatt.
Wyatt suddenly growled and pushed Chris back onto his back.
" I want you now." He demanded. " Do you want me?"
Chris was glistening in sweat, his body withering under his brother's stronger build.
" I want you in me," Chris gasped.
Wyatt grinned before taking Chris's legs and wrapping them around himself. Looking into Chris's eyes he placed a kiss on his thigh. It was a possessive kiss.
" Ready baby?" He positioned himself. Chris nodded.
" Always." He whispered.
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