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WHO Chris Halliwell (

misconceived), Cole Turner (

devilsinthedetails)
WHAT idk Hawk said we could
WHEN Sometime in early season six
WHERE Underworld, Cole's pimp lair
WHY this is all Leo's fault
WARNINGS Mind control???

This was definitely not how Chris expected his time in the past to go. Despite interference not only from Leo once he returned, Cole Turner was getting in the way to an extreme degree that Chris hadn't anticipated. In his own time, Cole was long gone and taken care of by Wyatt, dead just like anyone else. Here in the past, the half-demon was still kicking and on some unknown agenda that Chris had never bothered to really investigate as long as Cole kept his distance from little Wyatt.

That was turning out to be a mistake.

Now he was in the Underworld, bound up in a way he couldn't properly move and couldn't orb out and his nerves were already beginning to fray. With the way the sisters didn't quite know whether to trust him or not and his father already out for his blood, the chances of them putting a priority on Chris's rescue were uncertain. Whatever it was Cole planned to do with the Charmed Ones' whitelighter, he couldn't imagine it was pretty.

"Hey, are you just going to stand there all day?" he taunted. Never let it be said Chris wasn't a Halliwell, whether anyone knew it or not. Sitting and taking whatever this was just wouldn't do.

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It was hard to think when turned on at the best of times. When magically being commanded to do anything except use his brain, it was nearly impossible. Chris groaned as his mind began to clear of any other higher function, a need to heighten the pressure and friction and pleasure coursing through his body blissfully drowning out anything else. Listening to Cole was almost too difficult, except that he would probably hear Cole even if he had gone deaf. His hands gripped into Cole's shirt as he rubbed and rutted, pace picking up and delightful little noises coming from him while his self-consciousness melted away.

When Cole allowed the kiss, Chris hummed into it appreciatively. He was going full force as he could, trying to add anything available to the heat his body was picking up, tongue reaching inside to explore and head tilting to get at the best angle. There was no thought to restraint as he gave in to the urges, taking as much as he could, as much as he needed to further his current goal. After a moment, he had to pull back for breath and only went as far as resting his head against Cole's. He breathed for a moment, turning the motions into more wind-up where he managed to moan out, "Cole."

A moan escaped during the kiss despite Cole's best efforts to not react at all to what Chris was doing. It was difficult to completely separate himself from what was going on when Chris was right there rutting against him and Cole could feel his body responding to Chris's efforts. This wasn't what he wanted and yet despite that, Cole pressed Chris against the wall with his body harder after the kiss ended. It felt good and part of him wouldn't have minded continuing just to get himself off, but he knew that this would have to end.

"Stop," he ordered breathlessly, hand going to Chris's chest to hold him there while he stepped back at arm's length to make sure that Chris couldn't continue. From where he stood, the bulge in his pants was visible and Cole definitely looked ready to keep going, but he stood firm and didn't allow himself to be controlled by what his body wanted over his mind. "You haven't earned the right to come yet and you know that. It wouldn't be right to reward you prematurely for being a good pet when you haven't done anything yet."

It took a moment for Chris to really notice he had been pushed away, mind locked into a driven purpose and filled with fuzz and he slowly came out of the daze to stare at Cole in confusion. He wasn't being good? How was he supposed to be good? He sluggishly went over what he had done versus what he could do in order to earn that sweet release. The throb down below was utterly distracting and he was having a hard time imagining doing anything else, so he reached out to try and take Cole's arm.

"What?" he asked, utter eloquence considering how badly he needed this right now. He looked Cole up and down, licking his lips as he tried to push his brain into gear. "What can I do? Oh, uh... did you want to come first? I mean—" He nodded toward the obviousness of Cole's own arousal. It was about as far as Chris could think right now. Tit for tat.

"No, kitten, I don't want to come first. Push aside your rutting for a moment so that you'll list to me properly," he said as he continued to stay apart from Chris. Letting out a soft sigh, he tried to quell his own physical desires, but that was difficult to do when Chris stood before him naked and hard and wanting to be with Cole.

"If I allow you to leave here and continue your mission, are you going to come back to me?" It was a serious question, one that Cole needed to know before he pushed forward and allowed Chris to go off and continue being the whitelighter to the Charmed Ones. He needed to know if Chris was his yet and if he wasn't, Cole was going to push and push until Chris was loyal and properly his pet just like he should be.

Blinking widely and trying to take in what Cole was saying, Chris reluctantly allowed himself to fall back against the banner behind him. It was a difficult thing, body yearning for more while Cole wanted his mind to give him a proper answer. He went over what was said more than once in an attempt to figure out the answer before something finally clicked. "Kitten?" he asked, head tilting and brows furrowing.

That moment of automatic reaction let him keep going, instinctively answering when he couldn't reason out the answer normally. "I don't know," he said honestly. Coming back... it hadn't really crossed Chris's mind. He had so many things to do and there was so much on the line that giving in and coming back even if he needed it was uncertain. How was he supposed to prioritize himself when the entire world was in danger instead?

"Kitten," Cole repeated and moved back in close. Now that it seemed like he had some control over himself, Cole could return to being nearby so that he could distract him and give him affection if he needed to push him more. "You're a newborn pet and you need to grow into this properly. This just means you're important enough to mean because I don't just give out nicknames to just anyone. Be proud to be my kitten, Chris."

Pressing his forehead against Chris's, he sighed and looked into his eyes. "You want to come back to me and I want you to come back as well. Our mutual arousal is proof of that. And I'll give you something to think about while you're away." At that, Cole moved down onto his knees and took Chris into his mouth, one hand resting on his thigh while the other hand started to tease at his entrance, not pushing in but instead just rubbing at it lightly. Sure, he wanted Chris to think, but he needed to give him some incentive first. It didn't last long, just enough to give Chris a hint of what was to come and Cole stood back up, backing away while he licked him lips as if to take in all of Chris's taste. "You're going to be so good when you're ready. Come back to me Chris, either for help in your mission or to take care of yourself."

"Proud," he murmured. There was a bit of sourness to it, but not enough. He still didn't like the nickname and the implications thereof in being something harmless, a helpless baby that was never taken seriously. Cole's explanation made sense, too, but who was Chris to ever take things only one way? No, he was still going to be a bit reluctant about the name.

Chris didn't have much time to react to the order or the closeness Cole reinitiated, he merely gasped and shuddered for the brief but unexpected attention Cole paid to his hard on and further. He gave a disappointed whimper when Cole pulled back, reaching to catch him by the sleeve before he could separate too far. "That's dirty," he accused, attention once again being heavily split between conversation and what his body truly wanted right now.

He could tell that Chris still wasn't okay with the name, but was getting better about it. There was going to be more time to convince Chris to allow being called a kitten, so he let it drop for now. Cole had more important things to deal with than a name and everything else needed to be dealt with first. Of course, it seemed like Chris was trying to lead the way things went and that was amusing to Cole.

"I'm a demon, Chris. I don't know any other way than to play dirty," he said with a grin and a soft laugh as he allowed Chris to grab his sleeve and stop him. He was having fun teasing Chris with what he couldn't have yet and enjoyed seeing him react to everything he did. Leaning back in, Cole kissed him on the chin and looked incredibly amused. "It wouldn't be any fun if I was any other way. You look like you're enjoying it."

"I'd enjoy something more right about now," said Chris. He tipped his head down in an attempt to capture Cole's mouth with his own. It wasn't in his nature to truly give up in anything, even if he wasn't always the most aggressive about it. There was nothing to say he couldn't keep trying just yet, and with the way he was craving this release, Cole's touch, anything he could get right now, he wasn't going to let it just drop.

Thoughts of returning to what he had been doing, his mission, the sisters, even dealing with Leo's absurd amount of suspicion, all of it had been put on the temporary backburner. Soon his thoughts would return to him, but as for the moment he just wanted to keep going without thought, following what he wanted to do and letting Cole care for him along the way. It was currently the path of least resistance toward getting this dealt with and winning his thoughts back, so he was determined to get through with it.

"Mm, I'm sure you would." Cole noticed what Chris was trying to do and grabbed his hair gently to tilt his hair back so that he could start to attack his neck, kissing and sucking and licking on the sensitive and exposed skin. There was only one thing wanted and it was to show that Chris was not in control with what was going on and that he should enjoy what Cole was giving him. After a moment of that, he tilted Chris's head back down and kissed him properly, giving him what he wanted only when Cole wanted to give it to him.

There was a moment after Cole ended the kiss that he just pulled him into a hug and held him there, not in a sexual manner, but something more comforting. He looked at Chris and his grin turned into a soft smile. "You're going to come back to me, Chris. I know you will. No matter what you may believe, it will happen."

It was hard to be disappointed with having his control taken away when Cole did nothing more than make things better when he put himself in charge. Chris kissed back happily once Cole was done treating his neck and moved to hug Cole tight when they came together. He was still distracted and wanting more, but there was something to be said for the simplicity of closeness.

At the smile, Chris tilted his head to the side just an inch. "Am I?" he asked. It wasn't necessarily that he disbelieved it, just that it would probably take a while for him to give into the urges should it come down to such desperation. "Maybe you'll have to come find me first."

Despite what he may claim to be and act like, Cole was really a large cuddlebug and enjoyed any sort of physical closeness like this, though he did his best to hide it. But Chris was his pet now and it was only right for him to see even a little bit of who he truly was under all the denials and lies. Which means hugging him and while doing so, planting a kiss on his cheek instead of returning to his lips to kiss him once more.

"You are. Even if I have to hunt you down first." He didn't mind having to possibly drag Chris back if he stayed away for too long. After all, he had to make sure his pet was taken care of properly. Speaking of, Cole glanced down between them and smiled slightly. It was wonderful seeing proof of his manipulation over Chris and he might as well be a good owner and have him deal with that. "You still need to get off, don't you?"

Chris responded to the kiss on his cheek by tilting his head just enough to nuzzle Cole's cheek back. Although he wasn't very good at expressing himself, doing what came naturally with few inhibitions seemed to be working well and it felt good, to boot. He turned and placed the side of his head against Cole's shoulder after a moment of shifting around to make it work with their lack of height difference.

At the reminder, Chris nodded quickly. "Yes," he said. Was it finally time? Had he been good enough yet? He couldn't imagine it would be dragged out for much longer and the idea of finally getting to work this off had him planting a kiss alongside Cole's neck. "Please."

When Chris shifted himself around, Cole took one hand and started to pet Chris's hair gently. It was definitely a good idea to twist Chris into being his pet even with the fight he kicked up at all the changes Cole wanted to make in him. Fighting meant that it was going to be fun twisting him and it meant that it was less likely for him to get bored of Chris after a short while.

"Then follow me," Cole said as he untangled himself from Chris and took his hand, walking him out of the current cave and into a smaller, more intimate one. It was obvious from the bed in the middle what it was and he looked over at Chris. "There are still things you need to do before you will get the chance to be with me. Until then, you're going to have to masturbate. Get on the bed and jerk yourself off to the thought of what you want me to do with you. And when you're done, you're going to clean up the mess you've made with that smart little mouth of yours."

The fight would never truly die in Chris. It was too deeply ingrained in who he was to not fight over anything new or whatever he had misgivings about, even if it devolved into playfulness or testing boundaries. He would never just completely lay down and submit which was where the cat comparison was truly apt. Even housecats were stubborn little shits.

When Chris spotted the bed, his hopes rose for mere moments before Cole dashed them. He huffed in dissatisfaction, then began to resign himself to the idea. There was no way he could convince Cole into having sex with him if he was going to keep playing games like this. On the other hand, Cole was still giving permission for Chris to get off which was better than he had been near worrying about. Slipping his hand from Cole's, he made his way to the bed and scooted himself to the center, trying to get comfortable as he realized what he was about to do. "You just going to stand there all day?" he asked, an unintentional echo of when this whole thing started. He flinched as the thought came to mind, the utter juxtaposition of then and now and brought a hand up to rub at his eyes.

"I wasn't planning on standing when I've got a chair to sit in to watch you," he said as he went over and took the chair from the small writing desk in the room and positioned it right at the foot of the bed so that he could watch Chris the entire time. He did well to hide his own flinch at the echo to earlier and noticed that it seemed to affect Chris, so he knew it was time to distract him. "You going to sit there all day and deny me a proper show or are you going to get to it?"

As if to prove that he was interested in watching him, Cole opened up his pants and pulled his erection out, hand wrapping around it and not moving it quite yet. If Chris was going to be his pet, then Cole was going to take as much enjoyment from him in any way possible and try to at least return the favor. "You want me sucking you off like I teased you before? Or how about me bending you over a table and pounding into you? How does that sound to you, Chris?"

It took a bit for Chris to pull himself out of the confusion, using Cole's words as a focus to get his world back on its axis. Thankfully once he managed to align himself enough, his hard on commanded the rest of his attention and helped to pull him back into the now where his hand moved to start rubbing it while he leaned back on his other hand for support. He looked over at Cole, expression apprehensive for a moment before the suggestions for mental images began to sink in.

"Never did that before," he answered between breaths as he went. It was easiest to imagine the first one after the glimpse from earlier, Cole's mouth around his cock, warm and wet and exciting while he worked further toward climax and satisfaction. He gasped and tilted his head back, eyes closing to help him place the phantom sensations.

Cole waited until Chris had pulled himself back out of the confusion before he started on himself, watching Chris with great interest. Even now, Chris looked wonderful and Cole was glad to have picked him as his pet and if what Chris was saying was true, then there'd be a lot of fun in the future showing him what he had never experienced before.

"Do you want to?" It was a poke into seeing what Chris did and didn't want to do even so Cole had a place to start at least when it came to this, even though it would be quite a while before they got to that point. There was a smirk when Chris gasped and Cole watched, his own hand pumping to get himself off on what Chris was doing and trying to do his best to not make much in the way of noise, but he wasn't succeeding in that front, soft gasps and heavier breathing making it obvious that Chris wasn't the only one having fun here.

"I..." Chris paused, starting to change his motion and pattern to simulate Cole using his tongue and doing wonderful things. Just having that in his head was making it even better to work up to, something that he hoped his expectations would pale in comparison to the real thing. It was some kind of twisted exercise in wish fulfillment considering the object of his fantasy was right there and speaking with him, making enough noise that Chris could tell he was enjoying it too.

He had to pause long enough to get his breath back, the voice ready to simply start calling out a name rather than answer the question asked. "Don't know," he answered. It wasn't something he could really think about right now, and his physical imagination was all spent elsewhere. Going that way wasn't something he had ever considered before.

Watching Chris do this was better than any fantasy he could think up, though he fantasized Chris's hand on his cock, pumping it firmly just how he liked it. He let out a groan at how good it was and kept watching him go, thinking about how great it will be when he can finally have his way with him.

"Then we'll try it," he said, sounding out of breath as he did. This was getting to him just as much as Chris and all he wanted now was to get off and show Chris that he affected him. "You look so good right now. So wonderful and mine and perfect. Chris."

Although it should have taken longer, Chris had already been worked up from the teasing and manhandling of before. His body was full and running on high, dick throbbing with need and coming to too fine a point to ignore. He sped up in the last moments, breath coming out in a forceful, "Cole," before he hit the top. He shuddered for a long and powerful moment before letting himself fall onto his back. Something was nudging at his mind, but he was feeling so good right now that nothing else was enough to make him move yet.

All he could do was watch as Chris pushed him further and further until he finally pushed himself over the edge. Hearing his name like that was incredibly hot and Cole pushed himself further along even while he watched. Soon, he too was pushed over the edge, though he kept himself quiet outside of a few gasping breaths and leaned forward to wipe his hand on the bed before making himself presentable. Instead of basking in the afterglow, Cole moved and sat beside Chris on the bed, petting his hair gently before he kissed him.

"Feel better now, don't you?" He just smiled at him, looking amused by the whole situation. What a wonderful pet he had. It was definitely a good idea to control him like this. "Clean up your mess, pet. Then you can take your time enjoying this."

Chris kissed back lazily, still rather eased and wanting nothing more than to let the feeling wash through his body until it was thoroughly done. At the order, Chris slowly became aware of the wet stickiness that was slowly drying and he made a disgruntled noise before forcing himself to sit up and see how bad the damage was. All things considered, it hadn't gotten everywhere, but there would still be some effort involved.

First of all was his hand. He brought it up to his lips, tongue darting out as if in experiment before he started to lick it up, tongue going the length of his palm before sucking on his fingers and making sure to get around the webbing. It wasn't bad and soon the motions were easy to keep going,moving to get the rest off his belly with his other hand to start again.

Now that Chris was sitting up, Cole moved to sit behind him, continuing to pet his hair while he snuggled up close and start to kiss his neck gently. All while he did this, he watched Chris lick himself clean, looking very interested in seeing him do this. It was incredibly hot to Cole to see him licking his fingers and Cole hummed gently against the skin of his neck in approval.

"Very good," he murmured gently as he rested his head on Chris's shoulder and watched him. After Chris moved to his next hand, Cole reached around and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand close enough so that he could start licking, tongue darting out a couple times to taste him before he let go of his wrist. "I wanted to see how you tasted."

With Cole at his back, Chris had no qualms with going nearly boneless against him. Strong support behind and pleasant warmness all throughout, Chris really was just not ready to move again for the near future at all. He hummed, and soon the hum turned into just a pleased noise in his throat while he tilted his head back into the hand at his hair.

He gasped just a bit at Cole tasting for himself, hand hovering where it was before he flexed his fingers. "How is it?" he asked, genuinely curious. What did Cole think of him? He had gone back to finishing what he had started, not much left but he wanted to be clean and then he'd be able to simply soak up what he had taken in without bother.

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