Title: Leo and Chris: Forever
Author/Email: Angel & Will
Genre: SLASH
Fandom: Charmed
Pairing: Leo Wyatt/ Chris Wyatt
Rating: NC-17
Category: Romance/Erotica
Summary: Leo seeks Chris. Chris seeks forgiveness. They find love.
Disclaimer: None of this is true. I do not own these people/characters and certainly do not make them do the things I write about. By reading this, you relinquish any liability I may have. Charmed and it's characters are the property of Aaron Spelling and the WB.
WARNING: This story involves consensual INCEST and homosexual relations between fictional characters.
Notes: I dedicate this to one of my favorite shows; Charmed and to Brian Krause, who never ceases to amaze me.
Feedback: I would appreciate it more than words can express and will try my best to reply to all of it.

Special thanks:
All of you who have so faithfully written me about the story. It means the world to me and I'm sorry this update has been so long in the making. Things have gotten in the way and I don't know when I'll be able to update again, if ever. I'm so sorry. I promise I will try my hardest like I did with this update. You guys deserve closure and so does this story I love so much.


"I'm going, I'm going! I don't move quite as fast these days." Wyatt said with a chuckle.

"Oh please... what have you gained? A pound and a half? You're only like 2 months along." Chris said as he patted Wyatt flat stomach.

"Still... it's a pound and a half, Chrissie." Wyatt smacked Chris' hand away and began walking towards the bedroom.

"It's probably from all the ice cream you inhaled yesterday." Leo teased Wyatt. "If you'd cut back on those 3 and 5 am 'sleep breaks' you'd lose it." The white lighter chuckled and flipped off light switches as they made their way to the bedroom.

"I resent that comment..." Wyatt said in mock anger. "I just happen to have a healthy appetite... during the night. And by the way that as Light ice cream... the whipped cream on it may not have been but the ice cream was. Plus you started it that night I ate it off your chest." He finished with a smirk.

"At Chris' suggestion." Leo smirked at his husband. "I think for a month it was the only thing he could keep down." Leo opened the door for his sons, and then stepped out of the way so they could enter the room first. "Wyatt, maybe you want to check out the fridge? Get a head start on those cravings." Leo cracked a grin so Wyatt would know he was playing.

"Ha ha ha!" Sarcasm dripped from Wyatt's voice. "He who laughs last... laughs... oh I forgot how it goes. Whatever."

Chris couldn't help but laugh at his brother. "Special... for sure. Oooh cake! I could go for some cake!" Chris said then ran back towards the kitchen

"Oh yeah and I'm the bad one huh?" Wyatt asked rhetorically as he gestured towards the empty space once occupied by Chris. "Oh wow dad... this is beautiful! Did you make this all yourself?"

"Chris has always had a sweet tooth." Leo leaned against the doorway, pleased that Wyatt liked it. "I did. I… um, there's a matching set in the next room... but you know wherever is cool." Leo said nonchalantly.

"Here is cool. I'm impressed..." Wyatt walked around the room, admiring the craftsmanship then made his way back to Leo. "Looks like you're good with more than one part of your body..." He said and gave Leo's crotch a gentle squeeze.

Leo blushed, partly from the praise. "Thanks, it means a lot to me that you like it." He pulled Wyatt into a loose hug, and kissed his hair.

"Like it? It's awesome... this all takes not only an amazing work ethic but talent, vision, drive, intelligence... I can say with all honesty, everything new I learn about you only makes me want to be around you more. You're quite the man, Leo." Wyatt stated and squeezed Leo a little tighter momentarily but the equal response from his father drew a burp of orbs from Wyatt. "Sorry." He said in a light chuckle.

"S'okay." Leo kissed Wyatt's cheek. "I think it's cute, that's our baby causing that." The white lighter pushed himself off the doorway and into Wyatt, so he was standing up properly. "Want to try the bed?"

"I don't see how I can decline..." Wyatt grabbed Leo's hand and slowly led them both towards the bed. "It's our duty to make sure it'll hold us and the stress we will continuously be putting on it."

"Are you saying I do shoddy work?" Leo raised an eyebrow. He sat down on the bed, and pulled Wyatt with him so they were both laying down on it.

"What if I am?" Wyatt raised an eyebrow and birthed a smirk on his face. "You'll have no choice but to prove me wrong."

"I guess I'll have to." Leo shifted so he was lying over Wyatt. "Can't have you going around badmouthing my work." The white lighter leaned down and kissed Wyatt softly as he rubbed Wyatt's arm with his hand.

"Doing a good job of keeping my mouth occupied now." Wyatt mumbled into their heated kiss with a smile. "Could have also been a compliment, saying you're capable of even breaking your own work... but you're right, doesn't sound like me, old man." He laughed.

Leo chuckled and leaned down on one elbow to support himself. "You? Pay someone a compliment on purpose? Never." Leo smiled and shifted down, kissing along Wyatt's neck and shoulders.

Wyatt moaned a little louder than he had intended but Leo's touch was wreaking havoc on his sensitive skin. "But if I did... you'd get them... often." He reached out to touch Leo's arm, instead his hand slipped between them and landed on his own stomach. "Hmm... can't wait for him to start kicking."

"A few more months." Leo leaned forward and kissed Wyatt's lips, starting a straight trail down his eldest son's body. "It'll start as flutters, but then it'll get stronger and stronger." Leo's lips reached Wyatt's hand and he pulled back, and began to unbutton Wyatt's pants.

Wyatt's body trembled for a second as Leo's breath made contact with the skin on his stomach but then smiled at his body's reaction. "Think he'll be a kicker, dad?"

"You were." Leo watched his hands work on Wyatt's clothes. "It always made me feel so close to you...to feel you kick...know you were okay." Leo started inching Wyatt's pants and boxers off his frame, kissing skin along the way.

"It's amazing..." Wyatt ran his hands softly across his stomach. "He's in there right now... and we made him. I think he'll be a kicker. He's going to be a blonde too... he'll love being a witch..."

"You think?" Leo stopped momentarily. "He's got more white lighter in him." He pushed the thought away, deciding it wasn't that important, and pulled Wyatt's pants off.

"Yeah that's true... he's mostly white lighter... but he'll lean more towards the craft. I bet he'll have the whole white lighter instinct to always help but he'll inherit the Halliwell's 'help in an active way' gene..." Wyatt smiled at Leo and brought his father closer again, locking their hands and fingers together. "Thank you... for giving me him... I love you."

“Ditto." Leo leaned in and kissed Wyatt slowly, wanting to let Wyatt feel loved. "You're brother's probably eating all the cake your mom made." Leo chuckled and tugged on Wyatt's shirt, pulling it up.

Wyatt raised his arms to allow Leo to pull his shirt off of him. "Probably? I think I hear the muffled moans coming from the kitchen." Wyatt's hands reach up to his father's chest, unbuttoning the shirt at lightning fast speed. "Bare... just how I like it..." Wyatt's hands roamed the newly revealed taut flesh of Leo's warm chest.

"You like everything bare." Leo got up to his knees and unzipped his jeans. "At least with the pool you can go skinny dipping. Because you're so not doing that at the beach."

Wyatt chuckled at his father's protective statement. It was his nature and Wyatt loved it. It made him feel wanted and loved. "Yes, sir. Dad... you should wear more shorts... I love your legs. Why don't you?"

"I never really thought about it." Leo continued to remove his pants. "I guess because it was something younger boys did when in my generation. Men wore pants, suits, there were few occasions when it was okay to wear shorts." Leo kicked off his pants, and lay back down.

"Times change, dad. Do it for me... please?" Wyatt asked with his meekest smile.

Leo didn't get why it was such a big deal, but decided it was okay. "All right, I will. But I'm picking them out, not you." The white lighter kissed Wyatt again to seal the deal.

"Agreed. As long as you do it, I'm happy." Wyatt said and kissed Leo's cheek as his hands now roamed Leo's back. "It'd just be nice, dad... you know to see you sitting on the couch watching TV and just come over... lay my head on your lap and caress your legs. I know you don’t understand it and it's not a big deal to you... but it’d be nice for me."

"I already said yes." Leo chuckled and started nibbling on Wyatt's ear. He rubbed his hand up and down one of Wyatt's arms. "You know I'd do just about anything for you."

"I love that power..." Wyatt chuckled. "I should exercise it more often." He said and sucked on Leo's neck lightly and occasionally nibbled lightly.

"I think you and Chris use it often enough." Leo cleared his throat, holding back a moan. "Besides, what fun would it be getting anything if you knew I would get it?" The white lighter brushed his hand down Wyatt's chest, and further on to his son's stomach. He took a moment and softly kissed Wyatt's chest as he thought about their child.

Wyatt moaned lightly as his hands reached blindly for his father's skin, finding it and caressing it eagerly. He could have sworn he'd felt something of a twitch from his insides when Leo neared his belly but he shook the thought away because he knew the baby was too young for kicking... far too young.

After having his moment, Leo continued to move his hands down. He massaged his hands over Wyatt's thighs, gently grinding against his eldest son as he did so. "Have I said I love you today?" Leo questioned as he stopped his ministrations on Wyatt's muscles, pushing his son's legs apart.

"Hmm... once... but that's not enough." Wyatt said with a big smirk and an overly flamboyant kiss thrown his father's way. It was obvious his playful nature shined through... but then again it did every time he and Leo made love.

"I love you." Leo replied playfully as he started kissing Wyatt's skin. He continued to repeat his words even though they were muffled, and pulled down his boxers. His movements were unhurried, since he planned on making his sons' first night in their new home memorable.

Wyatt sat up on the bed, being face to face with Leo now, his mouth found Leo's neck again, sucking and biting and nibbling and basically doing any and everything to make Leo feel good. Wyatt then dropped back down on his back but he brought Leo on top of him and their lips met in another kiss. "I'm going to miss being able to move so freely in bed... but hey I'm sure having a huge belly has advantages too, right babe?"

"Uh huh." Leo stalled, trying to think of something to say to Wyatt. "It's a turn on, to me..." Leo grinned and kissed Wyatt's chin. "And you don't have to think of an excuse for your shoes not matching." The white lighter joked casually.

"That's true." Wyatt nodded with a smile. "Though Chris told me once I start showing, I can't leave the house... something about not raising any questions... he was rambling, I try not to pay attention."

"He's adorable when he rambles." Leo commented as he kissed and nipped Wyatt's neck. "It's the fact that you're a guy." The white lighter gently rocked his body against Wyatt's, wanting to feel all of his son's skin. "Not normal here."

"A little more normal in my world..." Wyatt confessed, topping the confession off with a slight whimper and a low groan. "But I'll play by the rules... you'll just have to make sure I'm entertained indoors."

"That's why there's a small library of magical texts." Leo said with a straight face, though he was joking.

Wyatt almost took him seriously until he saw the gleam in Leo's eyes. "May cause orgasms for Chris but me... I need something..." He grabbed Leo's shaft and stroked him slowly. "... long... thick... and hard... to get me there."

"Pool?" The white lighter responded in a slightly careless voice. Leo held onto Wyatt's arms, enjoying the close contact with his son. "Or maybe croquet?"

Wyatt squeezed Leo's cock a little tighter as he stared into his father's eyes. "Maybe something involving this..." He stroked Leo faster. "And this..." Then moved Leo's cock head to the entrance of his hole. "Just a suggestion... feel free to improvise."