Warning: This story contains Incest and SLASH, heavy male to male contact. Consider yourself warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or any of the charaters.

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I love him.

I love everything about him. I know I shouldn't but I can't help myself. There's just something about him. About the way he walks, the way he talks, the way his hands touch my body in the darkness of the night and day when he's feeling particularly bold. I know it's wrong. I know I should tell someone, my Mom, my Aunts, my brother, anybody that can force him to stop, force him to go back to the way our relationship was, one between father and son but I can't. I need him as much as he needs me and no matter how hard I try to scream for help late at night I can't. It feels too good, I enjoy having his body pressed against mine and I never want it to come to an end.

Never.

It's like a hunger that burns deep inside, an aching sensation that can only be cured when his mouth joins with mine and our tongues part each other's lips as the bitter-sweet moments between us brings about waves of ecstasy and pleasure that only we can give one another. He knows just what to do, how to make me scream and cling on to my sheets so tightly that they rip. He's amazing. The best lover in the world for sure and with his capabilities I'm likely to be spoiled for life and very aware that no one else, no matter how hard they try will ever compare to him.

I remember the first night it happened.

I was sixteen years old that first night my lover came to me. It was a cool stormy night and I remember laying there with my eyes closed listening to the large drops of water pouring from the sky and tapping stridently against my windowpane. I was thinking about a girl I went to school with and needless to say both hands were not above the covers. I am after all a healthy teenaged boy.

I was so lost and into the moment that I didn't even hear him come into my room. I was alerted to his presence only because I felt a heavy weight lower down onto the right side of my bed.

"Dad!" I practically screamed as I instantly stopped what I was doing to glare at my father.

"Hey" he smiled sheepishly as I sat up and folded my arms across my chest.

"What do you want?" I said trying my best to sound annoyed as opposed to showing my true feelings of total humiliation.

"What were you doing?"

"Are you kidding me?" I questioned now slightly amused by the fact that neither one of us was willing to answer the questions of the other.

The second the words left my mouth my father pulled back the covers in one swift motion, completely revealing my naked body to him. I was expecting him to laugh at me or something but when he only stared at me, at IT I grew wary. Looking into his eyes it became obvious what he was thinking. He was lusting after me, his own son.

I was frozen, shocked to see my father looking at me with desire and wanting, wetting his lips with his tongue. My astonishment only increased when I felt his hand touching me, stroking me. I sat there in a state of panic, why was he doing this? More importantly why was I letting him?

"Do you like it?" he asked me as I shifted my focus from him to the weather outside.

I couldn't look at him. I couldn't answer his question because I was afraid to. If I admitted it then that would make me an incestuous freak, an abomination, immoral. So instead I ignored him, hoping he would just go away and forget how hard I was for him. Forget that his son wanted to be touched in that way by him.

But he didn't.

Instead he stood up and the next thing I knew he was laying next to me unclothed with his hands pulling me down so that I was now laying on my back next to him. My mouth was dry as I struggled to say something. Struggled with my mind and body to say or do something to stop this from going any further. But I couldn't.

I then felt him lean over me and start kissing my neck and any other expose flesh he could find while he made it a point to touch every part of my exposed skin with his hands, forcing me to enjoy and relish each nibble, caress and kiss.

Suddenly he pulled back, causing me to open my eyes, which I didn't remember shutting, and stare back at him.

"Do you want me to stop?" he questioned with apprehension. I could see that he didn't want to hurt me or force me to do anything I didn't want to do.

We sat there for a long moment as I thought about the question posed. Did I want him to stop? Did I want this new found relationship to end before it had a chance to begin? I didn't have to wait long to hear my own voice answer back "No"

He then drew me into the longest most passionate kiss I had ever received in my life and I savored every second of it. Every time his tongue captured mine a slight moan would escape my lips, egging him on, making him come at me with everything he had. Next he returned to kissing my neck while his hand had found it's way back down below my waist and a soft cry filled the air as I welcomed the sensation that it brought to my body, sending chills up my spine as I allowed my hand to reach down and do the same for him. His cries matched my own as we lay there caressing one another.

After a few more minutes my father stopped moving once again causing me to open my eyes and focus on him.

"Chris" he spoke to me in deep, low voice.

"Yeah?" I questioned a bit upset that he had stopped.

"I need more then this" he said quietly.

I had to think about it for a second to understand what he was talking about but as he rolled me over onto my stomach it became very clear.

This scared me.

Did I really want it to go this far? Did I want to be one with him, here in my mother, his wife's house?

I laid their contemplating whether or not I wanted to go through with this as once again I could feel his hands groping me with his lips pressed against my skin. I felt his hand grip my rear as he laid most of his weight down on my body as he parted the half moons below.

I wanted to change my mind. I didn't want to this any more nor was I ready for the pain that it may or may not bring. I could now feel the very tip as my eyes closed and I squeezed a hand full of the pillow next to me.

It hurt so badly, but yet it felt so good.

The two emotions played off of each other for a short while before I started to feel more pleasure then pain as his rhythm increased. His soft whimpers brought a smile to my face, knowing that I was the one causing them. My grip on the pillow loosened so that his fingers could intertwine with my own as we both moaned and gasped as the pleasure we were receiving intensified.

It was building us both up so high that the climax shook us to the core as wave after wave of rapture made our bodies tremble for almost an hour later.

Once our breathing had returned to normal we lay there in silence thinking about what this would mean for the two of us and the connection we once had.

"Chris" my father's sleepy voice called out to me.

"Yeah Dad" I replied now resting my head on his chest.

He then kissed the top of my head, much like he did when I was a small child and said "Do you hate me now?"

"What?" I asked surprised by the question.

"For what I've done to our relationship, for how I've changed it. Do you hate me? If so I will leave this room and we will never speak of this. We would never have to see each other in this light again" he spoke sadly.

I was shocked by what I was hearing but that didn't stop me from responding. "Of course not, I wanted this to you know"

At this I heard him release a sigh of relief. "So what happens now?" he asked me as if I had all the answers.

"We love each other. Just as we have in the past only now that love takes on a new meaning" I answered back before capturing his lips with my own.

After that no more words were spoken. There was no need. Instead we lay there in each other's arms and fell into a peaceful slumber that night, knowing that our relationship had changed forever.