FIC: Beauty (Wyatt/Chris
Title: Beauty
Author: Auryn
Rating: R
Summary: Chris is kidnapped by demons. The aftermath isn't quite what Wyatt expected.
Beta: Unrequited666 and Kage-Alz. Thanks guys!
There were very few things Wyatt Halliwell was afraid of. His parents finding out about his unnatural affection for his brother was very high on the list.
Or, was very high on the list, since last night, they HAD found out.
Granted, it hadn't been his fault, not entirely. Chris had been kidnapped, and put into a Sleeping Beauty like sleep, where only a kiss from someone who truly loved him could awaken him. And then Uncle Coop told him to kiss Chris.
So, no, not his fault.
Only Chris wouldn't have been kidnapped if he hadn't let his baby brother (and he could almost hear Chris interjecting "I'm SEVENTEEN!") out of his sight.
Which did make it sort of his fault.
Unfortunately, whatever the demons did to Chris while he was asleep didn't wear off - it just needed to be activated.
And for some reason, it took Wyatt walking in on Chris when he was naked and wet after his shower to activate it.
"Chris, you done?" Wyatt called out, knocking on the bathroom door, "I need to use the toilet."
"No!" Chris cried back.
Wyatt scoffed. "I'm coming in. It's not like I've never seen a cock before - I have one in case you'd forgotten," Wyatt said, opening the door.
Inside, Chris was scrambling to cover himself with a towel and Wyatt just raised an eyebrow.
Chris began to trip as he tried to hurry past Wyatt and as Wyatt reached out to steady his brother, it suddenly occurred to him that this was the first time they’d touched, skin to skin, since they’d gotten Chris back.
A jolt of SOMETHING ran through him, startling him with its intensity. He looked questioningly at Chris, curious if the same thing had happened to him, and froze.
Chris was beautiful.
Chris was gorgeous, and hot, and beautiful and within his grasp. And best of all, Chris was naked.
Wyatt reached out, gaining more contact with Chris’s skin, and pulled his brother flush against his chest. Chris squeaked in surprise, the towel dropping to the floor, leaving Chris gloriously naked. Wyatt growled in approval, before hungrily claiming his brother’s mouth in a heated kiss.
Chris moaned, kissing back as Wyatt pushed him back into the shower cubicle and up against the tiles.
"Gonna fuck you, Chris. Need to be in you."
Chris froze hearing Wyatt's words, then he shivered, becoming putty in Wyatt's hands. Wyatt turned him to face the wall, and then there were fingers at his entrance, opening him up. Chris moaned, lost in the pleasure.
Wyatt slid two fingers into his brother, scissoring them to stretch him, then added another one.
Wyatt spotted Chris's body wash. It would make a poor substitute for lube, but he needed to be in Chris NOW. He removed his fingers to coat them, relishing the way Chris whined and used his muscles to try and pull him back inside.
He covered his cock in the creamy soap-substitute and then his fingers, reinserting them inside his brother to ease the way slightly. He moved them inside Chris for a very short amount of time, listening to the content moans Chris gave, before it was too much. He ripped his fingers out and lined his cock up with his baby brother's asshole, before thrusting roughly inside.
The thrusts were hard and rough, making them both moan and pant, Chris into the tiles, Wyatt into Chris's shoulder.
Wyatt knew he wasn't going to last long, so he reached around to grasp Chris's dick, stripping with in time with his thrusts. Chris keened low in his throat, coming hard and painting his stomach and the wall with his come.
The sounds Chris made as he climaxed coupled with the tight heat surrounding and clenching around his cock were enough to send Wyatt over the edge, his vision whiting out as he came into Chris's ass.
When he came back to himself, he pulled himself out of Chris, watching in satisfaction as his brother slid bonelessly to the floor. He noticed the perfect indentation of teeth marks on Chris's shoulder and realised he must have bitten his brother at some time while they fucked. Marked him, Wyatt thought with approval. Marked him as HIS.
Lust surged though him again and he took a step back to control it. It wouldn't do to take Chris again so soon. His brother was likely still sore, and Wyatt wanted to pick up some things before they did this again.
Like a variety of toys he'd seen at that sex shop he'd gone into as a dare. Dildos and butt plugs (Chris had to get used to being open and filled) and whips and handcuffs and collars. His mouth salivated at the thought of Chris wearing a collar that made him Wyatt's.
Oh, and lube. Lots of lube.
Wyatt smiled, content in his thoughts and his plans. Chris was his. And starting now, he'd made sure Chris knew it.
~the end