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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.
p.s - Thanks to all who reviewed! Your encouragement has allowed me to continue this fic.
CHAPTER THREE:
- DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES
Wyatt dragged him into the sitting room and tossed him down on the couch. With a glare that bespoke serious consequences if Chris moved, Wyatt started rifling through his potions cabinet.
Pulling out a vial of some blue potion, he approached the panicking Chris. Sitting down beside him, he held the vial out to Chris. "Take it," he demanded.
"What is it?" Chris asked nervously, not liking the look on Wyatt's face.
"Something to ensure that you are more… co-operative in future." he replied.
"No way am I taking anything like that," Chris said vehemently, "I don't trust you Wyatt."
His brother's face hardened, "You can either take it yourself Chris, or I can force you to drink it. Your choice."
Chris searched his brother's face for any hint that he was bluffing, but saw nothing. Wyatt was deadly serious. And he did not want to have to go through Wyatt's methods of 'persuasion' again.
"Fine," he snapped, taking the vial with a shaking hand, "What the tyrant demands, the tyrant gets."
Gulping back the potion, only a few seconds had passed before he clutched his head as a bout of dizziness struck. "What's happening?" he slurred, feeling his muscles turn to water.
Wyatt caught him as he slumped and leaned his dark head against his broad shoulder, while Chris nursed his light-headedness and wondered why he felt so weak all of a sudden. "Something that will keep you in line. A controlling potion. It will make sure that you can't disobey a direct order from me. It'll make you feel sick and weak for a day or so but after that, hopefully, you'll be easier to handle."
"Controlled like a slave Wyatt?" Chris mumbled, eyes drooping.
Wyatt stroked his hair tenderly, "It won't be necessary forever Chris. Once you don't need it anymore, you can take the antidote. Until then, this will stop you from performing any more assassination attempts."
"I hate you for this," Chris hissed, even as his head pounded harder and he instinctively curled into the comforting warmth of Wyatt's embrace.
Wyatt actually had the gall to laugh at him, "If that was really the case little brother, you would have done a better job of killing me. And deny it all you want, it's not going to change a thing. You're mine now."
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Two days later, when the potion had been fully integrated into his system, and Chris was moving under his own power again, Wyatt amply demonstrated the effectiveness of such a measure.
Looping his arms around Chris's waist, he drew the younger man back against him. "Do you enjoy my touch?" he purred into Chris's ear.
The dark haired witch gritted his teeth, "About as much as I would like being mauled by lions," he ground out.
Wyatt chuckled into his ear, "Defiant to the last Chris?" he teased, "Well, I think you're just trying to convince yourself that this is 'wrong' and therefore you don't want to like it. But that really doesn't fit into my plans. So listen carefully Chris, this is a direct order." He felt the slender body in his arms tense but continued on, "You will forget that it is supposed to be 'wrong' and enjoy my touch, is that understood?"
Involuntarily, Chris nodded, the potion exerting its influence and transforming Wyatt's previously smothering embrace into a warm and soothing one. Wyatt kissed the side of his neck, and he felt a warm flush go through him.
Apparently, Wyatt was determined to drive him insane. Chris wasn't sure how long he could last under Wyatt's powerful onslaught.
Drawing away from his brother, Wyatt grabbed Chris's hand, "Come," he said, "Now that you're less likely to try killing my staff, and by that I mean that I am ordering you not to hurt them unless you are defending yourself, it's time to get you outfitted properly."
"I'm not some little pet dog on a leash, Wyatt!" Chris snarled, snatching his hand out of his brother's, "And I don't jump when you say so!"
"That's not the way I want it either," Wyatt answered, "Chris without that famous stubbornness wouldn't be Chris at all. But neither can I let a walking time bomb masquerading as a martyred witch loose to kill off my best demons."
"Oh, because that would just be such a huge loss," the dark haired witch replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Next thing you know, there'll be a society for the prevention of cruelty and vanquishing of demons."
"Chris," the elder man said patiently, for what felt to him like the hundredth time, "You are not here to be my pet, but my partner. Once you've embraced that, your restrictions will be lifted. But I know better than to let dynamite walk around unguarded. You can fight this all you want, but you know in the end that I'll win. I always do. Now, you will be the Source's consort, and his partner once you're more agreeable to the idea, and it's high time you start acting like one. Starting with the wardrobe, you just do not look intimidating in jeans yet."
"I look just fine!" Chris said defensively, "Better than your all black, grim reaper, ensemble."
"Maybe when you get older, you can pull it off Chris," Wyatt said sceptically, "But you'll need to beef up first. And until you do, then its time for you to be outfitted as is proper. No complaining."
"Why? What would you do to me if I did?" Chris challenged, "I really doubt there's much more you could do to me."
"Oh trust me little brother, there's many more ways of persuasion than you can even conceive…" Wyatt said silkily, grabbing the teen's hand, and leading the suddenly doubly wary witch away to his fate.
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A week passed with little progress on either Chris or Wyatt's agendas, but then something happened that left the Source exceedingly happy.
His bounty hunters had finally captured Leo Wyatt, the Elder who dared to say that he loved him when he plotted his return to the 'light' side.
Wyatt had been eager to stop the Elder's scheming, and while he was Leo's favourite son, he didn't hold the same affection for his father. He remembered all too well where Leo's priorities had lay during his childhood, and how miserable the man had made his mother. Piper had always been furious at Leo over his treatment of his family.
Wyatt would enjoy having his revenge, and from beyond the grave, he was sure his mother would appreciate it too.
But Wyatt had plans to carry out, before that would happen. After all, he could think of few people better than Leo Wyatt to do this task….
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Chris had been hanging around in Wyatt's rooms, reading some books, trying to watch some television and desperately trying to forget Wyatt's teasing promise of that morning.
He so did not want to know what Wyatt was truly capable of in that manner. For God's sake, he was his brother! And yet, that little fact didn't seem to faze Wyatt in the least.
He had to admit that Wyatt always held the advantage though, especially since that little potion trick. Now, even his body would betray him. No powers, no ability to resist an order from Wyatt, and trapped in a demon infested building.
It was not the way he had ever envisioned his death would be like.
When people spoke of slow, torturous deaths, he was sure that they never meant being steadily driven insane by your turned evil, lunatic older brother, as he had taken over the Underworld and nearly everything else and decided that his little brother was a necessary part of his rule.
Next he would be looking for crown jewels, Chris thought sarcastically, failing to hear the soft click of the door as it opened.
The first indication he had that there was someone else in the room was when a strong hand grabbed his arm, and spun him around roughly, hefting the stunned witch off the couch and throwing him onto the floor.
Instinctively throwing out his hands to freeze the room, Chris cursed when he remembered that his powers were down for the count.
Gathering his wits, he turned slowly to look at his attacker.
Leo Wyatt, Elder, stood there, eyes dark with pure rage and hatred, and fists clenched.
Chris couldn't believe his luck, apparently he was just doomed to a never ending run of bad, atrocious and downright dangerous bad luck.
"Leo," he said, trying to sound calm, "What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded, his long time anger at his runaway father simmering underneath his skin. What he wouldn't give to have his powers back to put them on an even keel!
Leo looked at his youngest son with hatred, disgust and contempt, "I never thought you could sink any lower," the Elder said, revulsion practically dripping from his voice, "But it seems that you just had to prove me wrong. Sleeping with your brother Chris? And switching sides? Going for the maximum shock factor, are we?"
Chris dragged himself up off the ground, rising to face his enraged father, "And what would you know?" he snarled angrily, "Let me guess, you got your facts wrong again, because you charged in with no thought whatsoever?"
"Shut up!" Leo shouted, his knuckles white with the effort not to hit the dark haired teen, "You were always the one in trouble, always the one whose messes we had to clean up! Don't you even dare take that tone with me!"
"So what?" Chris said. "You're my father in name only. Basically only a sperm donor. 'Cos it was not like you were ever there, and then you have the audacity to come here and lecture me?! Wake up, Leo! It's not me that's jumped off the deep end, that spot in insanity-ville is reserved firmly for Wyatt, you know, your perfect son?"
"Wyatt is only confused!" Leo argued adamantly, still unable to believe that his son had truly turned, "And you with all your lies aren't helping him!"
"How could I, since I'm his prisoner?" Chris said bitterly, "But at least I can see what's going on, unlike some people who just want to pull the wool over their eyes!"
"Everything has always been your fault!" Leo yelled, "You were always getting involved with demons! If it hadn't been for you, Wyatt would never have met them!"
"The demons hunted me, not the other way round," Chris replied furiously, "And could you have your facts any more wrong? But then again, it was always easier to blame me for anything that went wrong, wasn't it? After all, I was only the mistake, the unexpected child, the one you never wanted. After all, who could ever compare with Wyatt? God, get a grip and hopefully, a brain. And get out!"
Leo raised his hand as if to strike the powerless Chris, but before he could two demons shimmered in and grabbed him.
Wyatt also entered, "Well, hello father," he said emotionlessly, "Spewing some bile again I see? You really need to get another hobby. But of course, sadly, it's not likely that you'll live long enough to do so."
Leo looked onto his eldest son with pained eyes, "Wyatt?" he said softly, "I know my son's in there somewhere. They're only tricking you, you're good."
Wyatt looked at the Elder with compassionless eyes, "Leo, you gave up the right to be a father a long time ago. And then you never stuck around to pick up the pieces. Now, you're abusing Chris, and trying to depose me. Sorry, but I can't allow it."
"Wyatt, what do you mean?" Leo said in confusion.
Wyatt walked over to Chris, trying to comfort his upset brother, but the witch only flinched and moved away from him, rejecting Wyatt's advances.
The Source's mouth and eyes narrowed, annoyance at Chris's reticence obvious and Leo watched the scene in disbelief, and wilful miscomprehension.
Wyatt turned back to his shocked father, and spoke, "Leo, I hope you're very uncomfortable in holding cells. Take him below," he ordered the guards.
The two demons nodded and shimmered away with their prisoner, and scarcely had they left before Wyatt advanced on Chris.
Wrapping his arms around the tense figure, he tried to soothe Chris's anger and pain, and after a moment, his previous command overrode Chris's determination not to give in, and the teen leaned against his brother.
Wyatt pressed a soft kiss onto the dark hair, and then led Chris over to the couch. "We need to talk about a few things, little bro," he said, keeping the witch close to him as he sat down. "It's time to make things official…."
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Responses to my wonderful reviewers!!!
Audreythewondercat - Sorry! But school and Real Life have intruded in a big way!
CharmedBookworm - Why, thank you. And where did I get the idea? Well it just came to me after I read my first Wyatt/Chris fic, and then it demanded to be written.
DawnAurilain - thanks! And male and female good witches are just called witches regardless of gender. Evil male and female practitioners are called warlocks, again regardless of gender.
Faith, Love and Penny Candy - Thanks! Your comments were brill!
Good Witch - yeah, the next few chapters will show how Chris got to be where he was in chapter one, like requested in reviews. I decided this format was better than flashbacks.
Kata Malfoy - the story will progress to include Chris's escape to the past, and when Wyatt comes to retrieve him….
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