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Dance 'til You Fall
Title: Dance 'til You Fall
Fandom: Charmed
Characters: Wyatt Halliwell, Chris Halliwell
Word Count: 1634
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wyatt and Chris sneak into P3 for a concert and meet a woman that might be too much for them to handle.
Author's Notes: For ladybug218's Lyrical Literature Fic challenge. The prompt was Carbon Leaf's "Raise the Roof." Thanks to ladybug218 for the beta! :)


Dance till you fall
Love till you die
Shut your mouth
Raise the roof

Piper had scored a hot up-and-coming band for P3 that night and fans packed the club. Wyatt skirted the edge of the crowd, Chris at his heels. "What are you looking for?" Chris asked. "Mom's gonna kill us if she finds out we're still here. It's 21 and over tonight and you know it."

"You need to live more dangerously, Chris," Wyatt sighed. "You're such a mama's boy."

"I am not!" Chris said indignantly.

"Wyatt, you're only 18 and I'm 16," Wyatt mocked. "Mom's gonna spank us!"

Chris smacked his brother on the back of the head. "Are you going to tell me what's so worth getting in trouble?" he said.

Wyatt stopped. "Her," he said, pointing out a young woman dancing in the middle of the crowd. She wore tight, black, leather pants and a skimpy gold top. Her long dark hair spun around her shoulders as she gyrated to the rhythm of the music. More than one man was angling to get closer to her. Her dark, sultry eyes were full of mischief as she moved from one suitor to the next.

"Whoa," Chris said. "Hot."

"I saw her first, bro," Wyatt said with a grin. "So now that you know, get lost so I can make my move."

"Like she'd have any interest in you," Chris said. "Dream on."

"Watch and learn, little brother," Wyatt said. "Watch and learn."

He began to move through the crowd toward the girl, forcing his way through the throng of admirers. He timed it so that as she twirled around, she ended up running into him. "Hi," he said, giving her his best charming smile and putting his hand on her elbow to steady her.

"Hi," she said, returning her smile with a seductive one of her own. Her gaze swept over him. "Mmm, aren't you just luscious?" she purred.

"Wyatt," he said, "but I'll answer to luscious, too."

"I'm Chris!" his brother piped up behind him, and Wyatt groaned. He had almost forgotten he was there. He was turning to tell Chris to beat it when the girl peered around him and said, "I'm Marra. Wanna dance, handsome?"

It took a moment for her words to sink into Wyatt's brain. She was inviting Chris to dance, not him. Chris flashed him a triumphant grin and bumped his older brother aside so he could move in front of Marra. She put her hands on his waist and began to move to the music once more.

Wyatt drew back, gaping and stunned. How could she barely look at him and then latch on to Chris? He was just a kid! He was barely aware of the pictures on the wall behind him beginning to rattle from the power radiating from him, fueled by his rising anger as he stared at Chris and Marra through narrowed eyes. He clenched his fists at his side, watching as Marra sensuously guided the more awkward Chris through the dance, pulling him against her.

When she turned and pressed her back against Chris, and his eyes glazed over as she wriggled her hips against his, Wyatt snatched a beer from a passing waitress and drained it. His eyes never left Marra. He wanted her. Chris had stolen her from him. And Chris would pay for it. And then Marra would be his.

Marra turned around and leaned into Chris and whispered something in his ear; he nodded. She took his hand and led him from the dance floor. Wyatt smashed his bottle to the ground and followed, stalking after the couple as they slipped through the crowd and headed for the door that led to the back alley. He found them up against the alley wall, Chris planting slobbering kisses on Marra's lips and neck as she slid her hands up under his shirt and explored his chest. "Kiss me, Chris," she urged. "Give me all your passion. Let me feel it."

Then she caught sight of Wyatt over Chris's shoulder. She didn't seem surprised; a sly smile curved her kiss-swollen lips. Turning her head, she murmured something to Chris, and he angrily spun around. "Back off, Wyatt," he snarled. "You had your chance."

Wyatt felt his anger grow and did something he had never dreamed of doing before. When they were kids he and Chris had used their powers on each other in play, but never in real anger. This time, he let his rage guide him and reached out telekinetically and yanked Chris away from Marra, flinging him across the alley and sending him crashing into the far wall. Marra smiled in approval, pressing herself against the wall and out of the way, black eyes watching the brothers battle.

Chris scrambled to his feet. "What's the matter, Wyatt?" he taunted. "Can't handle it when somebody likes me better than you? When you're not the special one anymore?"

Wyatt's answer was another telekinetic strike. This time Chris was ready for it and orbed out before he hit the wall. He reappeared behind Wyatt and viciously shoved him into the dumpster a few feet away. Wyatt spun around and leapt on his brother, knocking them both to the ground. He straddled Chris and seized the front of his shirt with his left hand; raining brutal punches down on Chris's face with his right. Chris fought back, but Wyatt was older and stronger.

When he broke his brother's nose and felt the blood spray across his hands and face, he paused. What was he doing? He and Chris fought all the time, but never like this. Something was wrong. Then Marra's hand was on his shoulder, helping him to his feet. "I was just going to enjoy him as an appetizer," she said, "and make you the main course, but since you're so eager...."

Part of his brain screamed to get away from her, but it was drowned by the pounding of his heart and the stirring of his groin. Marra stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him, pushing him back against the wall so she could pin him there with a strength her slender body shouldn't possess. She drew back to rip open his shirt and clawed at his chest with her sharp nails, her mouth seeking his again.

Wyatt's head spun. He couldn't breathe; Marra's kiss was stealing his breath away. She laughed, deepening the kiss as she pressed against him. He could feel his strength slipping away and there was nothing he could do but drown in her kiss. It was all he wanted to do. His arms came around her tightly, his hands frantically seeking to unfasten her clothing. He had to have her. Now. Whatever the cost would be.

Then she cried out and stiffened, breaking the kiss and falling against Wyatt. Wyatt slumped dizzily against the wall as he heard Chris's voice: "Get off my brother, bitch!"

Marra released Wyatt and whirled around to face Chris, who stood there unsteadily, face bloody, broken chair leg scavenged from the trash in hand. He raised it for another strike. Marra grabbed his wrist before the blow could fall, squeezing until he yelped and dropped the chair leg. Then her hand went around his throat. "Wait your turn," she snarled. "I'll have you soon enough, little one."

Chris struggled, clawing at Marra's hand as she tightened her grip. Wyatt blinked his vision clear and tried to comprehend what was happening. Chris had hurt Marra. He had to protect her. But Chris was his brother and he had to protect him, too. The chaos of emotions roared through his head until one thing finally won out. Blood. Chris's blood, on his hands. He hurt his little brother because of her.

He staggered upright, summoning his sword, Excalibur, to his hand. "Let him go!" he shouted at Marra. She glared at him, her dark eyes glowing red. He felt his desire for her rising again, but the memory of Chris's crumpled body beneath him was a powerful shield. He swung the sword, slicing neatly through her neck. She erupted into flames and disappeared.

Wyatt vanished the sword and sank down with his back against the wall. Panting, Chris crept to his side and settled next to him. "Demon," he croaked hoarsely, the marks of Marra's fingers still on his throat.

Wyatt fixed him with a "no shit" look. "Succubus," he said. "I think. Should've known."

"Why do girl demons have to be so hot?" Chris complained. He brought his hand up to his nose and gingerly touched it. "Mom's gonna kill us," he groaned.

"Moron," Wyatt said, reaching over to put his hand in front of his brother's face. Golden light swept from his fingers, and Chris's injures healed, blood and bruises vanishing.

"Thanks," Chris said. He looked Wyatt over. "Better fix your hand," he pointed out, jerking his chin toward Wyatt's bruised knuckles.

Wyatt stared down at his hand, feeling the cold dread of "what if" grip his heart. He could've killed his brother. The thought of losing him to a demon or warlock was scary enough. But by his own hand? That terrified him more than he wanted to admit. He concentrated on healing himself to make the bruises go away, wishing it would make the fear go away as well. His parents and aunts were always stressing the importance of learning control. Now he had more proof than he ever wanted that they were right. He could never let something like this happen again. Never.

Chris stood up and looked down at Wyatt. "C'mon, let's get home before Mom finds us out here."

Wyatt slowly rose to his feet and managed to grin at his little brother. "Race you," he challenged, disappearing in a swirl of orbs. Chris made a face and orbed after him, racing him home.