CHARMED FIC: Sparring (1/1) (Charmed - Chris/Wyatt - FRM)
Title: Sparring
Author: Sam-Tony
Fandom: Charmed
Pairing: Wyatt/Chris
Rating: FRM - slash, incest, bit of kissing and groping
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Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.
Sparring
“Bully,” Chris accused his brother, even as Wyatt’s hand hovered above his arm, the shallow cut already disappearing under the golden healing energy.
“Wuss.” Wyatt shot back with a grin.
Chris snorted, shaking his once-again-whole sleeve. Good thing Wyatt Healed cloth, too. That was his favorite shirt. “Yeah you only say that because you and that damned sword fight like one person…”
“We are,” the older Halliwell told him seriously. Sometimes he forgot that Chris wasn’t technically as powerful as he was. Wyatt was so used to his brother keeping up with him no matter what, thinking on his feet, watching his back despite that so called lack, that he had a sneaking suspicion that he was beginning to take him for granted. “You ok?”
With a lightning-quick change of temperament, Chris smirked, asking slyly, “If I say no are you going to kiss it and make it all better?”
“I may be convinced to expend a little tlc on my woefully inadequate little brother, “ Wyatt grinned, wrapping his longer arms around Chris as he began to sputter. “You know, that’s the least I can do…”
“Inadequate, huh?” Chris grinned. “Now you see, that, you’re going to have to make up to me.”
Wyatt kissed him lightly, moving in for another before hmming, “Now however will I be able to do that?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something. But first, I’ll show *you* who’s inadequate!”
Swords, sparring and the rest of the world forgotten, the two boys tussled to the ground, Chris tripping his brother so that Wyatt landed on the soft grass with a startled ‘omph!’. “*That* is what you get for calling me names,” the brunette told him snickering. Laughter quickly turned to moans as Chris swooped down to straddle him, pinning him to the ground and kissing him breathless.
Wyatt brought his hands up to rest on the curve of his hips, smiling happily. “And that?”
“*That* is what you get for fixing my shirt,” Chris said, smiling back.
“Only you would wear your favorite shirt to sword practice.”
“What? Like I expected you to start hacking away the second we got here?” Chris argued. “Besides, could we get back to the kissing, please? I seem to recall that someone was supposed to be making something up to me.”
“Hey it wasn’t me who started arguing…”
“What? So you’re going to blame me for the fact that you’re not kissing me right now - “ Chris started, only to have Wyatt curl up and kiss him, cutting off whatever huff Chris was about to get into. The blond laughed into the answering moan, promising, “Not anymore.”
Chris pushed them both to the grass, draping his body over his brother’s and enjoying the light of joy in the hazel eyes. “Good. I was winning anyway.”
“Sure you were.” A raised eyebrow and Wyatt capitulated quickly. “Ok fine. You win. Can we make out now?”
Chris shook his head sadly, sighing, “You know, you are such a romantic…” only to claim another kiss before Wyatt could say anything else.
Melting into Wyatt’s hands running over his back, skimming under his shirt, he gave a startled yelp, ignoring his brother’s laughter as the larger body rolled them over until Wyatt was on top, using his height advantage to keep them there. This time the hand running under his shirt caressed upward along his stomach and Chris instinctively sucked in a breath, though Wyatt had no intentions of tickling him. This time.
Chris was losing himself in the smiling hazel eyes - when a jingle along his nerves that had nothing to do with that promising touch made him groan in frustration, dropping his head down onto the ground. Good thing the grass was thick enough here to prevent him from giving himself a concussion…
“Oh, you have *got* to be kidding me!” he griped. “Can’t that woman keep herself out of trouble for two seconds?”
“You tell me,” Wyatt chuckled, a sympathetic note warring with the amusement. “She’s your charge.”
Chris just stared up at the flawless blue sky, trying to get his breath back and his mind back into the mindset of fighting demons and not ravishing his brother. “Don’t remind me.”
“Come on,” Wyatt encouraged, getting up and holding out at hand to help Chris. Not that they couldn’t have just orbed from a prone position, but still… “I’ll go with you.”
“You just want to kick the crap out of the demon that just interrupted us.” Chris grumbled, but accepted the hand anyway. The faster they kicked its ass, the faster they could get back to - sparring…
Suddenly things were looking up.
“Well, duh.” Wyatt snorted. “Last one there washes the dishes after mom’s dinner party tonight.” And with that, he disappeared in a rising circle of blue orbs.
“Hey!” Chris orbed after him. “No fair! She’s *my* charge!”
…end