FIC: (CCL) The Light of the World (Charmed - C/W - 1/1 - FRM)
Title: The Light of the World
Author: Sam-Tony
Fandom: Charmed
Pairing: Chris/Wyatt
Rating: FRM - slash, incest
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Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.
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The Light of the World
Above them, the Northern Lights flowed and receded in waves of color that were reflected in the pristine white snow below, untouched by the hand - or feet - of men in countless millennia.
Floating together high above the tundra, Chris held on to his brother as Wyatt danced them across a night sky that was sharp and clear, filled with brightly twinkling stars and the vibrant colors of the Aurora Borealis in full bloom.
“When you suggested the North Pole, I didn’t think you were serious.”
Chris could see Wyatt’s smile in the light of the full moon as he teased, wrapping his arms a little tighter around Chris’s waist. “Where else would Santa live?” he asked. “Besides, after the annual Christmas Dinner at the manor, including aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, dad’s students and the occasional Elder or two, I, for one, needed the break.” Pulling him closer as they danced in midair, Wyatt nuzzled his throat gently. “How about you?”
Any slight irritation at being orbed out into the middle of the frozen Nowhere having long since faded with his first good look at the peace and beauty of the night all around them, Chris relaxed into the caress as Wyatt curled his larger body around him to ward off the chill. The spell that cocooned their body heat was working, but around them, the wind still howled and the temperature was still ridiculously far below zero.
Still, Wyatt had a good idea. Just the thought of all of those people, magical and otherwise, crowded into the manor was enough to renew his headache. Mom had loved it, though. “Definitely. Though I think Mom made enough food for the leftovers to feed all of San Francisco.”
“I think Phoebe and Henry are going down to one of the homeless shelters Uncle Henry works with, to hand out the rest of the food,” Wyatt told him as his lips mouthed a trail of warm kisses down his neck. A trail that turned chilly as soon as the warmth of his lips left each spot. “Better that than a repeat of last year when Mom and Dad took them to P3 to distribute.”
Shivering at the feel of Wyatt all around him, Chris sighed and burrowed closer, starting to lose track of the conversation. Between stuffing himself silly at dinner, the charge of good times shared with good friends and the chaos that was the love of his family, just the chance to be silent and still in the arms of his brother and lover with no demons attacking them, was enough to send Chris Halliwell into a ‘all was right with his world’ coma, content just to absorb the warmth and peace that this moment brought.
Lips and a chuckle at his ear brought him instantly awake, the words buzzing through him with a renewed jolt of adrenaline. “You think we could make love like this?” Wyatt asked thoughtfully, those lips brushing against the shell of his ear with every indecent word. “Far above the snow, caught between the earth and the sky in a darkness lit only with the stars and the Aurora?”
Pulling back with a shudder that belied the heat now flushing through him, Chris eyed the self-satisfied smirk and the twinkle in the hazel eyes before sinking his hands in the dark blond curls. Pulling Wyatt in for a hard kiss, Chris chuckled at the delighted laugh that filled his mouth, brought in with his lover’s tongue as Wyatt deepened the contact, the large hands wondering down his back to wrap them both tighter together.
“No way to know unless we try.”
The look of desire and need faded, softening into a love so deep and strong that Chris couldn’t imagine a life without Wyatt in his arms and by his side. “I love you, Chris,” Wyatt whispered, the words falling like wishing stars across his lips. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Wyatt.” He couldn’t help but return the smile for the romantic who would orb his brother to the North Pole on Christmas in order to make love, floating above the world, bathed only in the glow of the Northern Lights. Even if it was damned cold. “I love you, too.”
End
Author: Sam-Tony
Fandom: Charmed
Pairing: Chris/Wyatt
Rating: FRM - slash, incest
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Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.
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The Light of the World
Above them, the Northern Lights flowed and receded in waves of color that were reflected in the pristine white snow below, untouched by the hand - or feet - of men in countless millennia.
Floating together high above the tundra, Chris held on to his brother as Wyatt danced them across a night sky that was sharp and clear, filled with brightly twinkling stars and the vibrant colors of the Aurora Borealis in full bloom.
“When you suggested the North Pole, I didn’t think you were serious.”
Chris could see Wyatt’s smile in the light of the full moon as he teased, wrapping his arms a little tighter around Chris’s waist. “Where else would Santa live?” he asked. “Besides, after the annual Christmas Dinner at the manor, including aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, dad’s students and the occasional Elder or two, I, for one, needed the break.” Pulling him closer as they danced in midair, Wyatt nuzzled his throat gently. “How about you?”
Any slight irritation at being orbed out into the middle of the frozen Nowhere having long since faded with his first good look at the peace and beauty of the night all around them, Chris relaxed into the caress as Wyatt curled his larger body around him to ward off the chill. The spell that cocooned their body heat was working, but around them, the wind still howled and the temperature was still ridiculously far below zero.
Still, Wyatt had a good idea. Just the thought of all of those people, magical and otherwise, crowded into the manor was enough to renew his headache. Mom had loved it, though. “Definitely. Though I think Mom made enough food for the leftovers to feed all of San Francisco.”
“I think Phoebe and Henry are going down to one of the homeless shelters Uncle Henry works with, to hand out the rest of the food,” Wyatt told him as his lips mouthed a trail of warm kisses down his neck. A trail that turned chilly as soon as the warmth of his lips left each spot. “Better that than a repeat of last year when Mom and Dad took them to P3 to distribute.”
Shivering at the feel of Wyatt all around him, Chris sighed and burrowed closer, starting to lose track of the conversation. Between stuffing himself silly at dinner, the charge of good times shared with good friends and the chaos that was the love of his family, just the chance to be silent and still in the arms of his brother and lover with no demons attacking them, was enough to send Chris Halliwell into a ‘all was right with his world’ coma, content just to absorb the warmth and peace that this moment brought.
Lips and a chuckle at his ear brought him instantly awake, the words buzzing through him with a renewed jolt of adrenaline. “You think we could make love like this?” Wyatt asked thoughtfully, those lips brushing against the shell of his ear with every indecent word. “Far above the snow, caught between the earth and the sky in a darkness lit only with the stars and the Aurora?”
Pulling back with a shudder that belied the heat now flushing through him, Chris eyed the self-satisfied smirk and the twinkle in the hazel eyes before sinking his hands in the dark blond curls. Pulling Wyatt in for a hard kiss, Chris chuckled at the delighted laugh that filled his mouth, brought in with his lover’s tongue as Wyatt deepened the contact, the large hands wondering down his back to wrap them both tighter together.
“No way to know unless we try.”
The look of desire and need faded, softening into a love so deep and strong that Chris couldn’t imagine a life without Wyatt in his arms and by his side. “I love you, Chris,” Wyatt whispered, the words falling like wishing stars across his lips. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Wyatt.” He couldn’t help but return the smile for the romantic who would orb his brother to the North Pole on Christmas in order to make love, floating above the world, bathed only in the glow of the Northern Lights. Even if it was damned cold. “I love you, too.”
End