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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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There was a moment where Cole just takes in the fact that Chris was boneless against him and doing the closest he could to purring that he could. Perhaps later he could try to convince Chris to magically alter himself to allow purring to truly happen. That was a fun thought and he kept petting his hair contently, imagining what it'd be like for Chris to purr like an actual cat.

He took a moment to think about the question and he kissed his cheek. "I liked it," he said honestly, licking his lips and nuzzling up against his neck. "Maybe next time I'll think about sucking you off. I wouldn't mind being with you a little bit earlier than I should if it means another taste."

The noise petered off soon enough where Chris remained content to stay where he was now that he was finished, cleaned and somewhere supremely comfortable. His mind was a comfortable blank and he shifted a hand behind himself to hold on to whatever part of Cole he found. Thoughts of going back to the sisters, the mission, the time period in which he found himself, all of those could wait just a little while longer.

"Earlier than you should?" he parroted. What did timing have to do with it? Sure, Cole hadn't truly joined him this time but he wasn't going to sweat the details just then.

It was surprisingly nice, just the two of them together like this. Cole didn't really want to let things change, whatever bit of humanity he had left craving for something resembling real affection. He knew this wasn't going to last, that Chris would eventually break free of his mind control or get killed by his family or whatever else fate would do to make sure Cole wasn't allowed anything. That didn't mean he wasn't going to take advantage of this, but instead wasn't going to think of this as any more than a mind controlled fling.

"There's something I want you to do to show me how good a pet you are and when you succeed, I'm going to reward you by having sex with you," he explained with a nuzzle. There was no way that Cole was going to give him all the details right now, but he could give him something to look forward to. "You're not ready for it yet, so I'm going to train you and until then, we can't have sex. We can do this, but nothing more."

From where Chris stood on the other side of the control, the current situation was nothing but natural. Now that his mind had been cleared a bit, the previous shift of his love toward Bianca being moved onto Cole remained behind and made this moment more than precious. He wasn't quite sure or aware of what they were supposed to really be, but he couldn't deny the feelings that had been manipulated and from where he currently stood that was all that he needed. Cole had really not done much to dissuade the image that he'd painted for Chris to believe in. It might fall apart later upon closer inspection, but there was no need to borrow trouble just yet.

"Train me?" he asked, brow beginning to furrow in confusion. He wasn't that kind of pet. "Some kind of obedience course?"

He was going to do his best to make sure nothing fell apart under scrutiny at least until after he had successfully convinced Chris to murder Phoebe for him. It was why he was still snuggled up behind him, head resting on his shoulder with one hand petting his hair while the other was wrapped around his waist in a loose hug. Just because Cole didn't really have love for him didn't mean he couldn't fake it. After all, he had been in love before and knew how to go through the motions.

"Something like that, but think of it as a way to show off to me," he said as he kissed his cheek once more gently. "This is a new relationship between us and I want to know everything you're capable of."

Chris tilted his head to try and catch Cole's mouth in a kiss, obviously tired and relaxed with his movements. The struggle before and his own overworking tendencies matched together made for the fact that he was rather exhausted now. He then shifted to something more comfortable and conducive to being pressed up against Cole while he rested and let himself enjoy the aftereffects of his orgasm.

"You could just ask," he said in obvious amusement. "We could talk. People tend to talk in relationships, I've heard."

Cole helped Chris along by moving so Chris could kiss him, humming appreciatively into it. It was obvious that Cole liked him like this, sated and content, and he was definitely going to work on making sure he saw more of Chris like this in the future.

"We're not exactly a normal couple, Chris," Cole pointed out with just as much amusement as he started to play with Chris's hair a bit, curling it around his fingers and watching how it fell from his fingers. "I'm the ruler of the Underworld and you're the son of a Charmed One. There are things we can't talk about."

It would be difficult in the future, where tensions would only raise higher and higher, but if there was a will, there would be a way. Chris was far too stubborn for his own good, yet Cole had the advantage of a magical influence planted directly inside of his mind. Getting him to relax would probably be easier for Cole than any of Chris's family.

That comment earned Cole a scoff and an eyeroll from Chris. That was a given, he didn't need to be told about their different stations. "That's not what I meant. There has to be some things that aren't about demons and witchcraft."

Well, it was going to be a fight to relax and Cole was very good at fighting, especially when he could cheat and order Chris to relax at any moment. Not that Cole was going to use it if he didn't need to. The more he used it, the more obvious it would be that Cole was manipulating Chris into being with him, which wasn't what he wanted. He wanted this to feel as natural as possible and constantly abusing the power he had wasn't going to make it natural.

"Oh, there's some things, I'm sure," he started, still sounding amused. "Like for example, I like to dance even though I'm not very good at it and I love to listen to jazz."

At the apparent confession, Chris tilted his head as something came to mind. That sounded familiar... and after a moment, he realized why. Either Cole was laughably predictable or those tended to be really strong character traits that anyone who took time to know him would figure out. Either way, it was pretty funny and he chuckled.

"Actually, I knew that already," he said easily. Those words had been in the Book of Shadows for longer than he could remember and now he was thinking maybe he should go back to them. Look at them with a fresh perspective to see if anything else could be gleaned about the man holding him so gently.

There was a frown on his face as he went to turn his head towards Chris, very confused as to how he knew that. Yeah, he liked those things, but how would Chris know that? The only person who he had told those things to was Phoebe and he highly doubted that she'd tell.

"Hold on, how do you know that?" The confusion was obvious in his voice when he asked. "I'm not exactly the open type about those sort of things."

The reaction only got Chris more amused. He shifted to lay his head against Cole's shoulder and closed his eyes, a smile on his face as he thought about it. Whenever Phoebe had written those entries in the Book, it must have been a time she was still attached to Cole. For whatever reason, the record had never been struck from the Book and it had survived even into Chris's own present day. That Cole was completely unaware of it only made it funnier somehow.

"It's in the Book," he explained. "Apparently it was vital information on the mighty Belthazor."

"There's a page on me in the Book of Shadows about my favorite type of music and my enjoyment of dance," he said flatly, no amusement in his voice about it. These were things he kept secret for the people he loved and wanted to be with, but now the Halliwell line from now on knew things about him that he didn't want to share with anyone but a select few.

"She wrote it, I take it?" He turned his head away and huffed gently. It always came down to Phoebe and even now, with someone else, she was brought up. He was definitely going to twist Chris into killing her for him so that he could finally escape her. "What else did she write, I wonder."

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Hearing the tone in Cole's voice, Chris reached up and placed a hand along his arm without opening his eyes. It was amusing to him, but on the thought of having secrets out in the open for anyone in the family to see about someone who was still alive and obviously had a soul to be affected by it, it really wasn't so great. There were more things on Cole in the Book that Chris didn't feel the need to share. That would probably be pushing it.

"She did," he said. "I'd rip it out, but who knows what that would do to me knowing any of that, you know? Better not to risk it. Do you have any blankets? No offense, but it's seriously cold in here."

That helped Cole get pulled out of the mood he was starting to get in. Thinking about Phoebe always made him outraged and furious, but having Chris be there helped a small amount. It was honestly a good sign that Chris was his if he was at least trying to keep him from being too upset. "Then we'll keep it in just so you can read about me."

Oh, right. Blankets. Cole was used to the temperature in his cave system because demons were more impervious to extreme temperatures, but witchlighters didn't seem to have the same thing going for them. He apported a blanket over and covered Chris up with it, snuggling up closer to him as he did. "I'll see about warming this place up. We're too high up in the Underworld to rely on the natural heat most areas have, but I'll figure something out for you. It'd be a shame to have you bundled up in clothes all the time you come to visit me."

It was a good move, Chris could tell, when Cole seemed to shift his attention toward the physical comforts rather than their previous topic. He hummed and burrowed into the warm blankets where he could get the most comfortable. With things evened out and settling, he was more than ready to drift off and let himself go for just a short while. When he woke later, Chris knew he would be getting right back to the grindstone of his mission. For now, he would rest.

"It's not going to be about sex the whole time, is it?" he mumbled in entertainment. He wasn't going to complain, but hell if he didn't want to wear his clothes more often than not.

It wasn't for another long while that Chris reappeared in Cole's caverns. Three weeks, give or take, and Chris had been busy in the meanwhile. His hands had been far too full to take time away and visit no matter how stressed he was or difficult the tasks he took on. There was always some other lead to follow, more important than the nudge in his brain urging him to go down below and take a break. It wasn't until the last straw fell on his back that he orbed down to the main room practically fuming at the ears for the injustice of it all. Who the hell did Leo think he was? Sure, Leo had been made into an Elder, but that didn't mean he could just toss Chris aside like yesterday's news because he didn't like him — without proof, even! Watching other witches was not what he had come back to the past to do.

Without even checking the state of the cavern or what was going on, Chris was already near to bursting and gesticulated wildly as he finally had a moment of safety to truly express how angry he was. His new charges didn't deserve any of this anger and he'd held his tongue all the way up until the day was over in their timezone and orbed straight down to let off his steam. "I cannot believe him!"

At first, Cole had thought that the mind control had weakened on Chris to the point where he had finally realized what Cole had done to him, but when there was no sign of attack towards him beyond the minor demon incursions over the filthy half-demon ruling over them, Cole knew that Chris was still under his control if not wanting to visit due to being busy. Thanks to his status, he could set out feelers to see what Chris was up to in the Underworld and he quietly kept an eye on him during those dealings, even if he never interfered.

When Chris arrived, Cole was in a meeting (well, an argument really) between two different factions over a coven they wanted to kill and it really was getting nowhere. He sat on the throne wearing the robes of a proper demon, looking completely bored. At least until Chris came in. All of the demons in the room silenced their shouting the moment they saw orbs and Cole held up a hand to stop them from attacking. Chris was angry and Cole wanted to find out why. "Chris, what happened? Who did what?"

It actually took a moment for Chris to realize what was going on around him. Cole's attire was one thing, but the presence of two other demons had him stepping back automatically in reaction to their obviously tense stances. He looked around for a long moment, anger still simmering but survival instinct allowing him to take in the scene. Something was obviously happening and judging by the positions, Cole was apparently either ordering some subordinates around or overseeing a meeting. His hackles rose before he could stop himself, restrained frustration radiating from him.

"No, it's fine," he said tightly. He nodded toward the other demons, gestured, made himself stand up straighter. That he'd be unwelcome or coming in at a bad time hadn't occurred to him, but it really should have. He would deal with it as always and move past it on his own because there was something a bit more important going on right now. Far be it from him to somehow undermine the ruler of the Underworld in his own home. "You're busy. I'll come back later, all right?"

There was an amused expression on his face when Chris realized that they weren't alone and he looked over to the demons he was dealing with. Both didn't look too pleased by the interruption and were looking between Chris and Cole as if trying to figure out why there was a whitelighter with a demon and that they seemed to not want each other deal. Cole sat up from his slouch and motioned at the demons.

"Don't worry, Chris, they were just leaving," he said as he gave the demons a look and both bowed to him before shimmering away. Cole knew he'd have to deal with them later, but for now, he needed to see what was going on with Chris. He opened his arms wide and motioned for him to come over and sit with him. "Come over here and sit with me so you can tell me what happened. I'm not going to make you wait while you're upset, pet."

"You didn't have to do that," Chris said as he watched the other demons shimmer away. It left him a bit awed that Cole would drop whatever was going on with the meeting to deal with him. It had been a while since anyone had put him that high on their list of priorities and Chris wasn't sure what to think about the fact that it was the man claiming him as a pet who put him so high.

His instinct was still to turn around and let Cole get back to his business. He paced away momentarily, arms crossing while he tried to convince himself just to apologize and orb away. He wasn't going to be a neurotic nuisance to the one person who had shown him kindness in the past, and yet he couldn't make himself leave. After a long moment, he sighed and moved to the throne, perching himself on one of the grand arms and letting his foot rest on an open piece of the seat's edge to balance. Thoughts of what had drawn him down here got him riled up all over again. "He reassigned me," Chris explained rather angrily.

"If you hadn't shown up then, it would have turned into the two of them fighting until I had to step in and inevitably kill one or both of them," Cole said with a laugh. Most demons were very territorial and Cole was getting tired of having to deal with them over petty disputes that they should be able to figure out on their own. To Cole, the best thing that could have happened was Chris showing up to give him an excuse to not have to deal with it right now. "You did me a favor with your timing."

Once Chris sat down, Cole reached over and started to pet his leg in a comforting manner, looking up at Chris and digesting what he was saying. It sounded ridiculous, but he knew it was true from how upset Chris was about it, which sounded right considering the sisters and their pet Elder. "You got reassigned to a new charge? Who is stupid enough to do that when you came back from the future for a reason?" There was a short pause and he groaned. "Please don't say Leo."

Chris huffed, only partially mollified by the explanation. As much as he never minded interrupting the sisters to get things done, it wasn't often he did it for himself and went for the spotlight to show his own problems. That this was a personal visit only made it more difficult to accept as a necessity. Still, what was done was done and there wasn't much Chris could do to make Cole take it back. He'd deal with it because he was now thoroughly distracted by irritation at a certain Elder for the foreseeable future.

"Who else would it be?" There was no other option. As much as no one Up There really cared for Chris, most of them seemed to respect that he was on a mission and had his own agenda to pursue while watching out for the Charmed Ones. Time travel was a big deal, and who would deny such a noble purpose as saving the world? His own father, apparently. "That's exactly what happened. I need to be watching the sisters so I can watch Wyatt so I can save everyone, and he goes and takes me off their account! Just like that!"

There was a long suffering sigh at Chris confirming that it was Leo that was behind the reassignment. It was disappointing hearing that someone like Leo could be that off the mark about his own son of all people. The fact that Leo had no clue that Chris was his son didn't make up for that, but instead only made things worse in Cole's eyes. Cole wasn't a good person, but even he couldn't deal with bad parents.

"I was hoping that he'd have more sense than that, but looks like my hope was for nothing," he said, sighing again and looking at Chris. Reaching over to him, Cole grabbed him by the waist and pulled him down onto his lap, resting Chris's back against his chest and moving to rub under his chin to try and calm him down. "You're here for a reason in this time and he should be helping you, not hindering you."

There was a surprised noise at being tugged off the armrest, his landing definitely lacking any sort of grace before Cole rearranged them. He shifted as if about to get up to remain in his state of agitation before Cole started to pet him like an errant pet and he shifted his head away instead. He didn't want to relax, he wanted to be angry and vent and having someone who understood how ridiculous this all was.

"Leo hasn't had a lick of sense this entire time in the past," he said. It was more than true. Ever since he'd returned from Valhalla, Leo had latched onto the (admittedly correct) assumption that Chris was behind it. His approach to dealing with the banishment was... less than ideal. "He just doesn't get it. Isn't it enough that I'm trying to fix his son?"

His reluctance to be soothed didn't seem to bother Cole and he moved to kiss his neck gently as he went back to rubbing his chin. It had been three weeks since he had last seen Chris and he wasn't going to allow his grumpiness to get in the way of him saying hello and giving him the affection he deserved since it was made very clear to him that nobody else would.

"I think he's jealous of you," Cole said evenly in between neck kisses. From what he could see as an outsider who knew how the family worked, that's all he could think it could be. "Outside of a couple instances, Leo's been the sister's whitelighter since they came into their magic. Then you show up, he becomes an Elder, and then you take his place as the whitelighter of the Charmed Ones. He's stuck away from his wife, son, and charges for a greater role of responsibility. Doesn't excuse him for being an ass though."

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