Author: 66witch
Rating: M, later maybe R (so, only for mature readers).
Characters: Chris, Wyatt and some others.
Disclaimers: I don't own any Charmed characters or the show.
Summary: Just another Chris&Wyatt-lovestory, set during the finale.
Warnings: This story deals with slash and incest. If you have a problem with that, then don't read!
Note 1: Actually I haven't seen the final yet, so all I write here is from what friends told me. So please don't flame me, if there is something wrong.
Note 2: This is my first story ever and english isn't my mother-tongue, so even if I give my best (re-read this about 50 times), there will surly be some mistakes. So please don't flame me for that either.
Note 3: Thanks to shyeye, bstant, Azzy494 and RuByMoOn17 for the nice reviews!
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2. Chapter
Chris and Wyatt looked at their grandfather in shock. "Oh shit..." Chris muttered, while Wyatt took his hand and pressed it tightly.
"We can explain that..." the older one of the brothers started.
Victor just chuckled hysterically: "Oh, I believe that..."
Chris and Wyatt turned to each other, sharing a worried look.
"What now?" asked Chris. He felt ashamed to be caught like that. But the more important problem: He had no idea how they should get out of this mess. And, if Victor would tell the others... the consequences would be terrible.
"Memory dust?" Wyatt asked back.
"Do you have some?"
Wyatt sighed. "No..."
"Guys, do you know how wrong this is?" Victor asked meanwhile, looking at them without understanding. "It's not only wrong it's against every moral AND law...and..."
"Grandpa... please..." Chris said nearly crying. They had have that discussion thousands of times before, and everytime it hurt him. It wasn't the reaction itself, Chris lived with that for half of his life. No, it was that fact that his grandfather acted like that. Victor really meant a lot to him, not just because of the other life he lived, but also because - until he had found out in their time - he was the best grandfather in the world.
"Please, let us explain..." Wyatt added desperate, seeing and feeling that Chris was close to freaking out. His brother, his lover, was completely overwhelmed by that situation. Of course Wyatt knew why, and honestly... he didn't feel any better. "Please let us explain, so that you understand... like you did in our time."
Chris head shot around to face his brother who's eyes lied still on Victor: "What? Wyatt what's going on in your mind? Grandpa never accepted..."
Wyatt looked at Chris and then back at his grandfather while telling his brother: "I've got an idea... maybe we can change our future a little... in a positive way..."
"Wyatt that's crazy... we could kill everyone with that!"
"Easy sweetheart... If all will go to hell, I go and steal uncle Coop's ring to fix it... I promise..." Then Wyatt begged to their grandfather again: "Please... just listen to us for a moment... That's all we're asking for."
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Five minutes later, Wyatt and Chris sat side by side on the sofa in the livingroom. Victor and Patty where in the other room with the kids. The boys had insisted to talk alone to their grandfather, so he finally agreed and was now making sure that his ex-wife would watch the kids and not disturb their conversation.
"You're sure this will work?" Chris asked.
"It has to... Look, we have no memory-dust, so we can't change it now anyway. And when we manage to make him understand and make him believe that he accepted us, then he'll maybe do it in the future." He looked at Chris and smiled: "Wouldn't that be better."
Chris just nodded. Then he felt his brothers hand in his. Their fingers entwined, they still looked at each other lovingly, when Victor joined them.
The man cleared his throat, making Chris nearly jump from the sofa, while Wyatt just turned to look at him. Victor sat down on a chair on the other side of the table, facing them. "So, I'm listening."
"Ok," Wyatt began, "this, between Chris and me... everyone is fine with that in our time."
"Really..." Victor said unbelieving.
"Yeah," Chris said. "Mom, the aunts, even the Elders..."
Victor shook his head, mumbling: "As if I would give a damn about them..."
"Phoebe is married... to a cupid. He can sense for the true love and he also said that this between us is real..." Wyatt went on. "And mom and dad tried to separate us. They went back in time to change it, but whatever they did, it didn't work."
"We always ended up being together," Chris added.
Victor shook his head: "And then? They just gave up?"
The brothers nodded.
"But how...?" Victor asked. "How could you do that, when you know that it's wrong?"
"Well..." Chris said, "sometimes you just don't think with your mind but with your heart." And he couldn't help smiling when his mind traveled back to that fateful day, when everything had started.
§§§§§flashback§§§§§
It was already kind of late in the evening. 16 year old Wyatt sat on his bed, submerged in a book he had to read for school, when the door to their room was opened.
"Hey," Chris said as he entered the room, only dressed in a towel, his hair still wet from the shower.
"Hey," Wyatt replied and looked up, right that moment when his brother threw the towel into a corner and went over to his wardrobe to pick up some fresh underwear.
That moment it seemed a speel had paralysed the older of the brothers. All he could do was staring at Chris, or better his dick. His brother was13 and surly not completely grown up, but you could already see the change in his body.
"What?" Chris asked annoyed, who had noticed his brother's look. Not that it bothered him, but... it made him feel uncomfortable, because the feelings, which he tried to hide deep inside his soul, were only growing bigger this way. He knew what he felt was wrong and he tried to ignore it, but with Wyatt gazing at him like that, this was really difficult.
But Chris's words seemed to help. Wyatt shook his head, as if he wanted to clear his mind, then said: "Nothing, just noticed that you're not my little baby-brother anymore."
Now Chris blushed and turned his back to his brother and got dressed: "Thought you already noticed that when you made jokes about my wet sheets a few days ago..." He had tried to sound emotionless, but failed miserable.
"I'm sorry for that," Wyatt answered, but his voice, even only a whisper, was much closer now.
Chris turned back to him again, just to look into his brother's eyes, who stood right in front of him now. He swallowed when he saw something in Wyatt's eyes which he had never seen before. Something strange, strange but beautiful. And even if they had almost completely blocked each others feelings out, Chris could feel the longing coming from his brother.
Then Wyatt bent down to him and pressed his lips down on Chris's. The kiss was so soft but still so intense, that Chris couldn't help to return it. Wyatt's lips felt like velvet softly brushing against his... "Like heaven," Chris thought.
But then Wyatt seemed to realise what he was doing, because all of a sudden he orbed out.
§§§§§end-flashback§§§§§
"Actually love is never a thing of the head, I would say." Chris added then frowning.
Wyatt nodded and couldn't help chuckling quietly as he remembered the same night. "Yeah... you don't believe how much things can change with one single kiss..." he said to their grandfather, who was still looking at them.
§§§§§flashback§§§§§
After their kiss Wyatt had orbed to the underworld. He had to clear his mind, and there was no better way to do so, than a good demon-hunt.
He couldn't believe that he had really done that. Chris was his brother for God's sake. Ever since he had realised that Chris was more to him than that, he had sworn to himself to never tell or show anybody how he felt. He knew it was wrong, but his heart was telling a different story. He knew he couldn't change that, but still this was simply impossible.
When he returned home about an hour later, his mom was really angry. He hated when he just disappeared like that, he knew it. But this time, he couldn't help it. "I'm sorry," he said.
"Oh you should be, mister," Piper replied, "you're grounded for a week!" Then she added in a more calmer voice: "Go to bed now, but don't wake your brother."
Wyatt nodded and went up the stairs. When he entered their room, the only light came from the moon, which was shining brightly through their window.
Wyatt stood a moment in the middle of the room, looking at his brother, who was lying in his bed, sleeping peacefully. He sighed and whispered: "I'm sorry Chris... I didn't mean to... I hope you can forgive me..."
Then he went over to his bed, pulled off his shirt and jeans and lied down. A few minutes later he was nearly asleep, but still hoping that this accident wouldn't ruin the good relationship he and Chris had.
But right that moment, he felt that someone was lifting his blanket, and the next moment Chris crawled in, next to him.
"God," Wyatt exclaimed startled, "what are you doing here?"
"There is nothing to forgive, Wyatt." Chris said.
"You had been awake?"
His brother nodded, and Wyatt could see that he was smiling, and his green eyes where sparkling in the moonlight. "Chris... I... That shouldn't..."
But Chris put his finger on Wyatt's lips to silence him. "Do you remember how you teased my about the wet sheets?" Wyatt just nodded, staring at his beautiful brother in silence. "Do you remember you asked my which girl it had been that made me go over the edge?" His older brother nodded again, completely confused. His mind was racing, but he couldn't form a clear thought.
Chris meanwhile still smiled as he moved closer to Wyatt and kissed him again. His lips were so soft that Wyatt couldn't do anything else than returning the kiss with all his heart, well knowing that with this, everything would be different. But he wanted it so much, he needed it.
Chris then pulled away, his smiled even bigger. "The person I dreamt of was you," he stated. Then he added: "I love you, Wyatt."
Wyatt just beamed at those words. He knew it was wrong, but damned, he didn't care. All this was far too amazing to ignore it. "I love you, too," he whispered. Then they kissed again, all thoughts of morals washed away from their minds.
They stayed like that, kissing passionately, for about ten minutes. Then Chris snuggled closely into Wyatt's arms. And with his head against his lovers chest, he fell asleep.
§§§§§end-flashback§§§§§
Victor frowned at those words. Then his expression changed to one of disgust. He really didn't want to picture that.
"Look," Wyatt said, "it just happened like in every other relationship. Eye-contact, those butterflies in your stomach, first kiss... There was nothing unusual about that..."
"Except that you're brothers," Victor added dryly.
Chris just nodded and lowered his eyes to his hand which was still held by Wyatt.
"I know this is weird, grandpa. But believe me, mom already tried it. There is no way to sepaerate us... They only way would be to do it now, but..." Wyatt tried it again.
"THAT'S something you really should NOT think about!" Chris exclaimed, and then looking angry at his brother. "What do you want?" he asked him, "do you want to kill us?"
"Hey, I was just about to get to this point, Chris..." Wyatt defended himself.
Now Victor was confused: "Chris... what the hell are you talking about?"
But Chris just shook his head frustrated. He jumped up from the sofa and started to pace around. Wyatt looked at him and sighed. Then he turned to their grandfather again: "What he means is, that the only way to seperate us, would be, if we don't grow up together, but if we don't do that, then we won't be able to save the world."
"Huh?" Victor frowned. "What do you mean with "save the world"?"
Chris stopped and turned to him: "When we are not growing up together and built up a strong mental connenction until I'm 8, we won't be able to fight the new source of all evil and the world will literally go to hell!"
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Note 4: Alright, so much for today. I hope you like it. - Yes I know there isn't much "action" in here, but for that you have to wait until Wyatt and Chris are alone! ;-) Please review, and if you have any ideas, or wishes about how this should go on, then feel free to tell it.