A BROKEN CROWN BY CHILD OF TWILIGHT

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Summary: How far will Wyatt go to get his brother back? And can Chris resist the temptation? Can he turn his back on being ruler of the Underworld alongside Wyatt and turn his brother back to good? Or will the temptation of evil make him fail?

Author's Note:

Warning: This is slash people. That means male on male action. If you do not like that leave NOW. No flames accepted by homophobes after this point.

This story deals with incest, and rape. If you do not like that leave NOW. No flames accepted on the subject after this point.

Ok, then. If you're still here after that. You have been warned. Read at your own peril.

Thanks to all who reviewed! Your encouragement has allowed me to continue this fic.

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Ashton, Cat, Chris Perry, Good Witchd, Jaime, Jen, Kaiyote, loves-wrath, mi-au, RoseWood1, Shelly, Slain, ssj, suzanne, The Astringent,

CHAPTER TWO: TAMING CHRIS

Wyatt's main conference room.

Wyatt had just finished a meeting of many hours length, and now the only people left in the room were himself and Lex, one of his highest ranking demons. He was a very special little demon to Wyatt's eyes though, if only because of the assignment he held.

Looking expectantly at the smirking demon, he waited to see what he wanted.

"There's a present for you in your chambers, a result and a reward for how well that ingenious little ward of yours worked, my Liege." Lex said casually, looking out the window at the expansive view, his whole posture screaming that he was well satisfied with this latest job.

Blue eyes bored into him from behind, "How… generous of you," Wyatt murmured, "I trust it is a present of the welcome kind?"

"He should be. Though I would hope he hasn't gotten overly mad and wrecked your rooms."

"He?" Wyatt asked.

Lex turned to face him, "Yes, he. Your brother was quite the slippery one to catch but he needs a helluva lot more experience if he's going to outsmart me. I thought you would be pleased that he's yours at last."

An anticipating smile lit the Source's face, "Yes, it will be a most interesting reunion. I shall go to see to my prize. You will be well rewarded for this I assure you."

Still smiling, he went to see exactly how his little brother was faring.

When Wyatt walked into the room, he was greeted by the sight of a wild-eyed Chris trying desperately to find a way out of the room. Wyatt had to give Lex his due, he always did his job well. The wards on the room were preventing Chris from leaving, and Lex had used a Phoenix to remove Chris's powers until he was more… amiable to the new world order.

"Long time no see, brother," Wyatt said, causing Chris to notice his presence. The sixteen year old blanched at the sight of him, and started frantically scanning the room for something to use against his elder brother, the Source.

Wyatt was not blind to his panic, and with a careless flick of his hand, Chris was orbed over to a chair. "Sit," Wyatt said, "Don't be a fool. You're powerless, there's nothing you can do except surrender. I'm warning you Chris, don't try my patience anymore or else I can't guarantee that your stay here will be either pleasant or painless."

Chris glared stonily at him, he knew better than to get into a direct fight with his brother, especially when his powers were down, but that didn't mean he would submit without a fight.

Wyatt moved closer, using his powers to ensure Chris couldn't move from where he sat, "Are you scared of me, Chris?" he asked regretfully, "There was a time when you smiled when you saw me instead of trying to kill me."

"There was a time when you weren't evil," Chris answered crossly, "Or a murderer."

Wyatt kept a firm rein on his temper. Chris had inherited their mother's mercurial temperament, and knew better than anyone how to provoke his big brother. Stubborn as a mule, Chris would only dig his heels in if Wyatt didn't tread carefully.

Still, there was no point in keeping him in the dark. The more time he had to get used to the idea, the better Wyatt's chances of winning.

Stepping closer, until he was towering over the chair, he leaned forward, ignoring his brother's flinch. "Do you know why you are here, Chris?" he said silkily.

Chris's green eyes flared with anger, "Probably so you can kill me too? What's the problem Wyatt, am I killing too many of your little pet demons for comfort?"

Wyatt's hand shot out and gripped Chris's jaw with an almost painfully tight grip, "Careful little brother," he cautioned, "You really do not want to get me angry. You've caused quite enough damage over the past year. I'm willing to overlook it for now, but angering me is not the way to go."

"Why?" Chris hissed, "So you can have a clearer conscience? You are not my brother anymore, Wyatt! You are the Source of all Evil. My job is to kill you."

"Not anymore brother, you're mine now. The sooner you understand that, the better. And it's the Source of everything, good, evil and everything in between. You can't run from me any more, Chris, there's nowhere left to hide."

Chris swallowed nervously at the predatory look on Wyatt's face, "Just kill me and get it over with," he demanded, "I've heard enough of your ego trip."

Wyatt's smile was chilling to Chris's eyes, "I'm not going to kill you little brother. I have something else in mind for you."

In an almost parody of tenderness, he played with Chris's hair, even as the younger boy's breath grew shallow with barely masked fear. Locking eyes with Chris's, he spoke the words that would chill the other to the bone, "You're here because I want you here. And I'm not going to let you go. Ever. You will rule beside me, you will forget about the stupid outdated ideas you were raised with, and most importantly, you will be mine. In every sense of the word. Body, mind and soul."

As Chris's expression grew steadily more panicked, he gently stroked one pale cheek, brushing a kiss onto it, and making it very clear what the hidden meaning behind his words was, "You will be mine," he repeated, "My consort, my lover. And through it, our power will be so great that none will be able to stand against us. Make yourself comfortable in my rooms, Chris," he said, gesturing to indicate the lavish apartment, "You're going to be living here for the rest of the foreseeable future."

Wyatt had left this dance go on for a week now, and while it was somewhat amusing, he had had enough of it. For a full week, Chris had flinched at the very sight of him. Forced to share Wyatt's lavish apartments, and unable to leave them thanks to the wards, the dark haired witch was steadily feeling more and more caged, and as a result, more cranky than usual.

Also, he went out of his way to avoid Wyatt. He had even taken to staying up later than Wyatt so that he could sleep on the couch without him saying anything. Wyatt's revelation had shaken him to the core but the blonde had allowed him all the adjustment time he was prepared to give.

Having gotten dressed for bed in a loose pair of sleep pants, he padded to one of his studies, which incidentally, was also the furthest away from his bedroom so trust Chris to pick it.

Opening the door, he found Chris reading and obviously startled at his presence. "Coming to bed, Chris?" Wyatt purred, leaning against the doorframe.

"I'm not tired," Chris lied, his exhaustion evident by the dark circles under his eyes, "I'll go later."

Wyatt's smile was determined, "I don't think so Chris. Come to bed now. With me." he demanded.

Chris's eyes widened in shock, paling at the very thought of what Wyatt was suggesting. "No," he said quietly, shaking his head, "No way."

Wyatt stepped into the room, "I want you to get some sleep. With me. In our bed." he said firmly, "It's not a request Chris."

"No," he answered, "You may be sick in the mind, but I'm not. What you want is wrong Wyatt. What's more, it's disgusting. I'll never do it. Never." He looked repulsed at the very thought.

"You seem to be under the impression that you have a choice here, little brother," Wyatt said silkily, "Now you can come of your own free will or I can force you to go. Your choice Chris."

He stared stubbornly back, "Do whatever it is you want, warlock, but I'll never go willingly."

"So be it," Wyatt said, with a small smile, "You know, this could be fun."

Advancing on Chris, who moved to put the couch between him and his brother, he swiftly caught up with the panicking witch. With a swift movement, he dodged Chris's frantic efforts at throwing something at him, and grabbed the witch's wrist with a firm hand. Grabbing Chris around the waist, he pinned him to the wall with ease.

Wyatt was taller, more sturdily built, older, stronger. A still growing Chris was not going to pose him much of a problem to subdue.

Hearing the shallow breathing of his brother, he said softly, "Are you going to come quietly or do I have to manhandle you some more. 'Cos I got to admit, it's kind of fun if you like it rough, if you get my meaning?"

Chris shuddered, "Do I have a choice?" he said bitterly.

Wyatt's grip on him tightened, "Always Chris. Take my word for it, taking the easier road will save you a lot of pain in the long run. You can't defy me forever, and I will use any means necessary to secure your co-operation if you force my hand in this. I don't want to hurt you but that doesn't mean I won't."

Keeping a firm grip on Chris's waist and arm, he led the teenager into his bedroom. Closing the door behind them and locking it so that Chris couldn't slip out in the night, he turned to face his shaking little brother. "Get dressed," he said, tossing him a pair of pyjama pants and a loose t-shirt.

Chris blanched further to a ghost-like pallor, but did what Wyatt demanded as soon as his back was turned.

Wyatt smiled at him reassuringly, and climbing into the bed, patted the space beside him invitingly.

Chris looked terrified, but when his eyes fell to the developing bruises on his wrists, he gingerly sat on the very edge of the bed.

Wyatt soon remedied that by looping an arm around his waist, and yanking Chris inwards so that his shaking form was pressed close to Wyatt's.

The elder witch noted his brother's fear with some genuine regret. He wished that things had never come to this, that they had never been turned against each other. But what was done was done.

And the only thing he could do now was to tame Chris to his touch.

Noticing that Chris had closed his eyes in an attempt to pretend that one of his worst nightmares wasn't happening, he took the opportunity to brush his lips against Chris's.

The teenager tried to jerk away but Wyatt's arm around his waist stopped him from going far. Using his free arm to hold Chris's head still, he devoured his mouth, trying to coax Chris into forgetting his inhibitions, and give in to the sensations he was creating.

Chris kept trying to get away from this new horror Wyatt was inflicting on him, but Wyatt was heavier and stronger, and he was firmly pinned down. To his own disgust, he felt something stir in him under Wyatt's ministrations, and so when Wyatt finally pulled away, he pleaded with him to stop.

To his surprise, Wyatt brushed a light kiss on his forehead, and acquiesced. Pulling Chris close to him, he settled in to sleep, leaving Chris to fret long into the night.

The next morning, Wyatt awoke to find a comfortable weight against his side. Chris had finally given in to his need for sleep and now slept soundly beside his currently despised brother.

Wyatt studied him silently. While he was chasing Chris because a blood bond between them would increase his powers dramatically, he couldn't deny that an attraction existed. Chris, while not yet full grown, had the makings of a stunner. Deep green eyes framed by long dark lashes, longish dark hair perfect for playing with, a baby face, and slender frame. Not to mention, he was probably the only person living who understood him somewhat.

No, it would not be much of a hardship for him to make Chris his.

No matter how much he wanted to deny it, Chris was the son of a Charmed One. Power was his birthright. Fearing it was not the way to go. And Wyatt would be the one to show him what he was truly capable of.

Chris was going to push him to the limits of his tolerance, he knew. But he would win out in the end. He always did.

In his heart of hearts, Chris didn't want to fight him, he was only doing so because he felt that it was the 'right' thing to do. All he needed was patience, and Chris would eventually give up.

And by then, nothing would be able to separate them again.

When Chris woke up, he was cocooned in a pleasant warmth, and for the first time in years, he felt… contented somehow.

A heavy weight across his middle shifted slightly, and memory of the night and week before flooded back to his sleep muddled brain. Panicking, he tried to scramble away but Wyatt's grip on him immediately tightened on him as soon as he realised that Chris was awake and trying to get free.

"Calm down," Wyatt murmured in what Chris thought was supposed to be a reassuring tone. Chris didn't buy into it for a second. Wyatt has not only kissed him, his own brother, but had forced him to share a bed with him. Wyatt may be perverted, but Chris wasn't.

"Get off me!" Chris snarled, trying to loosen Wyatt's hold on him, "Let go!"

Wyatt contained his struggles with sickening ease, "I said calm down," he repeated firmly. "You don't want to force me to keep you quiet."

"I'm not going to be some docile little pet, you sicko!" Chris growled, his temper getting the best of him, "You can take your demonic perversions and stuff them up your…"

His words were muffled when Wyatt clamped a hand over his mouth, "What have I said before about tantrums?" he chastised, "Getting yourself worked up is not going to help persuade me that you're not a rabid animal that needs to be leashed so it doesn't bite the hand that feeds it."

Chris's replied mutter sounded anything but pleased at that. "Now are you going to be reasonable? Or are you going to try and attack me again?"

Chris actually tried to bite his hand, and Wyatt was forced to pull it back quickly. Well, if that was the way he wanted to play it….

Whispering a spell that rendered Chris as docile as a kitten for all his vicious glaring, having no clue at all that Wyatt found that expression quite adorable. Unable to resist, and blinking sleepily with suddenly heavy eyelids, he couldn't protest when Wyatt dropped a fond kiss on his brow.

"We'll talk about this later when you're feeling more co-operative," Wyatt said before Chris gave in to his spell induced lethargy.

When Chris woke again and realised he was alone, he breathed a sigh of relief. Trying to survive Wyatt's machinations was like trying to not get bitten in a shark pit. He knew, perhaps better than anyone living, exactly what his twice-blessed brother was capable of. He knew how single minded he could be. And while had never before had the full force of that attention turned to him, he somehow got the feeling he was going to get it now. In spades.

What Wyatt Halliwell wanted, Wyatt Halliwell usually got. And though it made him feel sick to his stomach at the thought, he apparently wanted him. But then, it was hardly atypical of the Source. He desired power above all else, and he didn't care how he got it.

Chris couldn't, wouldn't, let him have it.

He knew Wyatt wouldn't let his 'renegade' younger brother do anything to jeopardise his oh so precious seat of power.

And Chris was not going to change sides from good to evil. Not even for his brother.

Not to mention he felt disgusted at the very notion of what Wyatt wanted to do to him.

Things could only end up two ways; either he died or Wyatt did.

And for all that he had loved his brother before he turned, he couldn't shack up with the Source now.

Wyatt thought he couldn't do it, that he didn't have the guts. He was going to prove him wrong.

It was time for the last good Halliwell to take vanquish the Source.

When Wyatt stepped into his home that evening, a heavy lamp crashed down on his head. Momentarily dazed, he sprang into action when he felt cold steel at his throat.

Grabbing the slender wrist, he twisted it mercilessly, forcing his assailant to drop their weapon. Spinning around, he wasn't altogether surprised to see his brother reaching for a second athame in his pocket.

"What are you doing?!" Wyatt hissed angrily, grabbing his other arm.

Chris glared at him murderously, "Getting in touch with my inner demon. Isn't that what you wanted, o mighty Source?" He then tried to kick Wyatt's legs out from under him, struggling mightily in Wyatt's grip.

Wyatt soon got the upper hand when he sent Chris flying to the floor, and then subdued him by pinning him to the ground, stomach to the floor, straddling his waist and pinning his wrists behind his back with one large hand.

When Chris tried to lash out and kick him again, Wyatt tightened his grip to the point where Chris could feel his bones grinding together and he subsided with a pained gasp.

"That was a very foolish thing to do," Wyatt ground out, "What were you thinking? Do you really think you can kill me?! I'm warning you Chris, you've enjoyed cushy treatment up 'til now but did you really think you were going to make things easy for yourself by trying to kill me?!"

"It's going to be either me or you when it comes down to it, Wyatt," Chris hissed, "I chose you."

"Idiot brat!" Wyatt snapped, "How many times do I have to say that I have no intention of killing you?!"

"What you want from me is worse than death," Chris said defiantly.

Wyatt rolled his eyes, getting up and dragging Chris with him, "You can't fight your way out of this one little brother, and making me mad is not a way to do it. You've brought a lot of trouble down on your head with this little stunt. After all I can't have my soon to be consort trying to kill me, now can I?"

As he dragged Chris along with him, the dark haired witch felt a sudden surge of uncontrollable fear.

What the hell was Wyatt going to do to him now?

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