This is a work of pure fiction from my crazy imagination. I do not own the characters that belong Charmed. This contains male/male relationships and sexual themes. Fair warning. If you aren't at least 18 please don't read, you aren't ready for this.
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Charmed Blood-1
"You aren't the Charmed Ones. It's as surprising to us as it is to you." The Elders said to the Halliwell Family in the old attic.
"How? This makes no sense." Piper yelled pacing back and forth in frustration.
"Well when you had the Angel of Destiny remove all destinies it caused a form of independence. You have to make your own destiny. We are pretty sure Wyatt and Chris will be Charmed Ones, but we aren't entirely certain." The Elders said.
"We are only going on the prophecy that existed before the destinies were changed." Another elder said.
"Uh, excuse me." Wyatt said as everyone turned to him.
"What was the prophecy?" Wyatt asked stepping forward.
"It spoke of three boys from the Charmed line who would come together as a source of pure good the magical and mortal world has never seen before. Tipping the scales of good and evil, forever. " Clarissa a female Elder spoke.
"Who would that be? Everyone already knows it'll be Wyatt and Chris, but who is the last boy?" Paige asked with her hands on her hips. Eager to finally be free from Charmed Duties.
"We do not know. He could come from anywhere." Odin said in his gruff holier than thou voice.
"Only good thing is that there isn't anything that currently needs the new power of three." Clarissa said with a sigh.
"We must go but before we do we cannot stress how important it is to find this boy. The fate of the world is at stake." Odin said with worry as swirling blue lights lifted them back into the heavens.
"So how do we start?" Chris asked out loud.
"Simple, peanut. We go on with our lives and eventually we'll find him." Piper said with confidence.
"The Elders did say that nothing big was happening at the moment. Let's just enjoy it." Phoebe said happily.
"You going to just stand there or come inside?" My new boss asked as she led me inside.
I accepted a job in the only place that would accept someone like me. A pretty gay boy with a beautiful singing voice. I wasn't lucky enough to get into Broadway. Besides...I needed to pay for them to even let me audition. I needed money and fast. I had to drop out of high school to support my mom's medical bills.
She's in the hospital in a coma. My dad a no show, I'm glad he is not around anyway. He was just a loser...drug dealer.
"New performer." Lisa, my boss said to the staff who were there.
"Show us what you got. You want the job? Sing." She said grabbing a seat in the front with a clipboard.
"Let's just hope you aren't as bad as the other 123 people to attempt this job." Some blond girl said as she spun in her chair by the bar. She was making out with a big muscular guy.
I was nervous when I got on the stage. I couldn't stop playing with my fingers.
"Nothing about love. We are a unisex burlesque club. We keep our love lives underwraps. No one wants to know who you're boning. We just want to know who you're willing to bone." Lisa said as her assistant sat next to her handing her a ice tea.
"Thanks, Doll." She said to him as everyone's attention turned to me.
"Are you going to perform or what?" Lisa asked getting annoyed.
I began to vocalized first. I closed my eyes and began to sing. I decided to go with a slow heart aching song. I chose "Bound to You" by Christina Aguilera
"Sweet love, sweet love. Trapped in your love. I've opened up, I'm sure I can trust...my heart and I were burried in dust." I sang and opened my eyes to see everyone just watching me in what looked like awe.
"I found a man I can trust. And boy, I believe in love. I am terrified to love for the first time. Can you see that I'm bound in chaaaains...I've finally found my way. I am bound to yoooou. I am bound to...you." I finished singing...it was only an audition.
I closed my eyes as tears began to fall. I thought of my mom...she has been in a coma for 3 years already. With the insurance no longer supporting her...I had to. I was so surprised when I felt hands touch my face. I looked up to see Lisa with a tear in her eye, threatening to fall. I realized that the staff were all clapping for me.
I smiled as I heard whistling.
"THAT. Was singing." She said as she hugged me to her chest.
"Such emotion." She pulled me to her office.
"Now that was something. I'm going to make you my center act." Lisa said sitting down pulling a glass and bottle of jack to her.
"Not to be rude. When will I get paid? I need to get paid as soon as possible. I need money for my mom's medical bills." I said to Lisa.
"So that's it...why an innocent little boy like you would even step foot into a shady place like this." She said with a frown as she lit a cigarette.
"Yes." I said sadly.
"I don't have a lot of skills or much to offer. However I will do all that I can with what I can do." I said to her.
"Good. Meet me here tomorrow at 11am. We will be having a long day. We need to learn what keys you can sing and what songs you know." Lisa said happily.
"Great. Thank you." I said grabbing my things.
"Where you headed?" The blond asked as she slipped a hand up my shirt.
"You are so barking up the wrong tree. For your information, to pick up my things from my locker at school." I said ripping her hand out of my shirt and walking out.
"We need to find this guy." Wyatt said to Chris as they walked the halls of their high school like kings. They were the shit. Their mom owned the hottest restaurant and club. When people wanted a hookup they turned to them.
Wyatt especially loved it. His sex life was great. He nailed every cheerleader and almost all the girls in school. What would you expect from the Quarterback. Chris being captain of the lacrosse team attracted attention but he was loyal to his girlfriend Bianca.
Melanie was the only grounded one of the trio. She was class president and captain of the debate team. Mel was a free thinker and didn't fall into the crowds like her brothers did. She did have a boyfriend who she loved but she wasn't loose with herself. She joined her brothers as they walked to the lunchroom.
"Hey look it's Jamie." Mel said spotting her friend that had disappeared mysteriously with all sort of rumors left behind.
When Wyatt spotted the boy she was referring to something in him clicked. His stomach filled with butterflies and his mouth felt dry and wet all at the same time. He felt like his body was vibrating as he got weak in the knees. Lust grew in his chest, but his heart felt love. It was just like the movies. Love at first sight.
He couldn't believe what he felt for the boy. He was inlove. Yet how? He wasn't gay. Was he?? No. For this one guy though...totally.
"Wyatt. You're drooling." Chris said to Wyatt curious as to why his brother looked like a love struck puppy.
"Shut up!" Wyatt snapped embarrassed. He couldn't help but feel himself get aroused as he looked at the exotic caramel latino boy's lean muscular body. His thick plump pink lips that begged to be kissed. His almost unnatural green eyes shined with innocence and purity. His shaggy glossy black straight hair styled to cover his right eye.
"I have to meet him." He mumbled to himself.
I was going through my looker. Pulling out all of my personal stuff. I loved coming to school. I didn't have a lot of friends but I did have them. I wish I was able to stay but I have to support my mother.
"Hey! Jamie!" I heard a familiar girl's voice.
"Mel? Hey how are you?" I asked her as I noticed her brothers. I never met them but I did see them around school. I had the hugest crush on Wyatt.
"What's up guys?"
"H-hu..hi." Wyatt said as he blushed. It was cute.
"Not much. What happened? Mel says you disappeared." Chris said.
"I can't come to school because I have to support my mom. So, yeah. That's the truth. Don't believe whatever rumors may appear." I said picking up the box of junk.
"But what about your dad?" Chris asked.
"He's a drug dealing loser. Don't know where he is and don't care." I said with spite.
"Harsh. Do you have a place to live?" Melanie asked.
"Not at the moment. I had to sell our house and almost everything we own. I'm living in a motel at moment. I'm trying to hide from the feds though because I'm 16 and without adult supervision they want to put me in to the system." I said to them.
"That's not happening. You're going to stay with us." Wyatt said boldly.
"Thanks, really...but I don't want to impose." I said but I could tell all three of them were not going to be defied.
"No buts." Melanie said giving me a hug.
"Okay." I said to them.
"So where are you headed now?" Wyatt asked.
"Uh. To my motel room, I guess. Mel has my number...so call me after school and we'll meet. Bye guys." I said leaving.
Wyatt couldn't help but watch the beautiful boy leave. He found himself ogling the boy's juicy round Puerto Rican ass as it swayed side to side. He imagined himself pressed up against it as he kissed the boy's neck from behind.
"What are you looking at?" Chris asked as he stood watching his brother basically drool over what seemed to be the boy.
"Wyatt...are you checking him-"
"No! I was just getting a read off of him." Wyatt said blushing furiously.
"Come on, I'm hungry."
They sat at their usual table. Snobby cool kids who made fun of others who they deemed unworthy.
"You all see that Jamie kid?" A random jock asked.
"I thought someone killed the little fairy. Last I heard he was beheaded." A cheerleader said.
"Shut up!" Wyatt roared in anger. He wouldn't tolerate anyone talking about his angel.
"I will not allow bigotry. " Wyatt said without thinking.
"S-sorry man." The jock apologized.
"Relax, baby." Karlie said kissing Wyatt's adams apple. She sat in Wyatt's lap and began kissing Wyatt, but he couldn't help but feel disgusted. The feel of girl's use to feel so good. He would charm a girl just to fuck her brains out. Jamie was different. If he ever had the chance to be with Jamie, wouldn't screw it up.
(Enjoy the first chapter. I understand somethings don't make sense but just go with it. If you complain about every detail then you never enjoy anything. Anyways. Enjoy.)