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WHO Chris Halliwell (

misconceived), Cole Turner (

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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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With the addition of a new whitelighter for the Charmed Ones, that meant that Cole had to change his plans to get at the sisters and get rid of them once and for all. Cole was smarter than most demons, sticking to intelligence instead of raw power, knowing that even he wasn't powerful enough to face the Charmed Ones head on. The new whitelighter was a weakness to exploit and he struck at the first opening he saw. It had been easy enough to grab him, binding him up in a harness and then chaining him to the floor to restrict his movement, keeping him forced down on his knees to put him in a vulnerable position. He was going to corrupt this whitelighter and turn him against his charges so that he would be a weapon in Cole's arsenal, the sword that would pierce their hearts and take them down for good.

"If you keep this up, I just might," he said with an amused chuckle from where he was standing, looking down at him for a long moment before he strode over with confidence, bending over so that he could grab Chris's chin and turn his head up so that he could stare him in the eyes. "Has anyone told you what wonderful eyes you have?"

It was a difficult position and not one Chris appreciated being in. His own experience was overwhelmed by how prepared Cole seemed to be, yet he was too stubborn to show the weakness in the middle of the Underworld with someone known for being far too astute for anyone's good. Whatever plan Cole had, Chris was sure it had to do with revenge against the Charmed Ones somehow and that was probably the worst part. If he or the sisters didn't get him out of there soon, there was no telling how Cole planned to use him and if Chris could do anything about it.

"My eyes?" asked Chris, utterly incredulous. He was already trying to shake his head free from Cole's iron grip. This was not the turn he expected things to take. What the hell? "Weren't you like, totally into Phoebe? Now you're just making moves on her whitelighter?"

Years of dealing with the Halliwells have trained Cole to always be prepared for the unexpected and try to turn the outcome in his favor. He may not be successful in taking out the sisters, but he always came away from his dealings with his life and pride intact, which was far more than many others could say. So Cole was completely prepared for anything the young whitelighter could throw at him, which really wasn't much and Cole laughed the attempts at upsetting him off and kept his grip firm on Chris's chin.

"Past tense, little whitelighter, but points for trying to upset me. You didn't succeed, though it was a good attempt," he said almost cheerfully. Talking helped make Chris focus on him and thus plant the seeds into his mind that would spread and root itself deeply there so that Cole would twist and pull into what he wanted. Give him enough time and the whitelighter would be his. "And your eyes are beautiful, a nice green. Nobody's ever told you that before, have they?"

Barring a miracle, Chris had nothing else to turn to. It was just him and the demon and Chris was unfortunately at his mercy while he had Chris all tied up and effectively powerless. His only chance would be to come up with a strong enough spell on the fly, but even a Power of Three spell couldn't take Cole down and a dinky little ditty on Chris's part would hardly even phase him. That was going to take some work if he was going to turn anything around.

Being paid compliments was odd enough, but them coming from Cole Turner of all people was turning this whole thing into some kind of surreal farce. He could feel his brain slip just momentarily and he scoffed while trying to pull his mental bearings back together. "I've heard it before," he replied flippantly. Bianca loved his eyes, his freckles, his hands. Everything about him, even when Chris didn't care to see it in himself. "But, you know, usually people go to dinner before they skip to the harnesses and sweet talk."

It's going to take a whole lot of work to try and get out of the situation and Cole knew it. He had set everything up so that Chris wouldn't be able to get out of his clutches with a well-timed orb or a nice little spell. Right now, Chris was trapped in his clutches and there was nothing he could do to escape him. At the scoff and the mental fighting back, Cole dug in deeper, what little roots growing sharp and spearing themselves into Chris's mind to create a foundation that Cole could build on to tear him down into what he wanted.

"Mm, but I'm not most people. Why dance around the subject when you can get straight to the point?" He let out an amused laugh. It was almost cute how Chris used his words to fight him, but he had heard far better from Piper and didn't really seem all that bothered by anything Chris was saying. He'd have to better than that. Until then, Cole would going to dig what mental claws he could into Chris and start working on wearing down his defenses piece by piece. "You've got quite the mouth on you. Tell me, are you afraid?"

"What is the point?" Kidnapping and taunting aside, the whole purpose of Cole's show was a mystery to Chris. Was he just biding time for the sisters to notice their whitelighter had gone, playing games in the meanwhile until the real action started? He couldn't really say, but it was with definite resentment that he was faced with no other option than to struggle fruitlessly until something happened to break the uneven stalemate between them.

At the question, something shifted in Chris's mind. It was subtle and more like vertigo without physical sensation, a flop that almost felt like he was about to black out while still completely aware of his surroundings and circumstances. Almost uncomprehending that he had begun to speak, Chris answered, "Yeah, I am." Silence followed where his eyes widened and he stared up at Cole in confusion. "No. No. I'm not afraid of you. You're just some two-bit half-demon too stupid to know when he's been beat. I'm not scared."

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"You. You're the point, whitelighter." It was true to some degree that this was all about Chris, about Cole controlling him and corrupting him to the point where he'd be useful in his battle against the Charmed Ones. The demon half of Cole saw the whitelighter in front of him and desired nothing more than to corrupt him into being evil and he was going to do his best to make sure that was going to happen.

When he heard Chris answer his question truthfully, the look on Cole's face became predatory and he grinned. Good, he was at least starting to dig into his mind and pushed further, wanting nothing more than to control him completely. "Don't lie to me," he ordered softly, not really sounding like an order with the way he said it. "I know you're afraid, terrified of what I'm going to do to you and you should be. Now how about we start with something nice and simple? What's your name, whitelighter?"

That wasn't the answer Chris had expected. Being some center point to Cole's plans had never entered into his ideas over what he was being used for. Bait? Sure, definitely. This... he wasn't so sure. He was just a whitelighter here and now. Whitelighter to the Charmed Ones, but nothing more than that, and he had definitely preferred the anonymity since it made his mission easier in the past. Now, however, it was shooting him in the foot for a number of reasons. Would Cole have been more reluctant to take him if he knew who Chris was? The sisters, they would probably put a priority on saving him if he were more than some neurotic whitelighter from the future, but no, Chris had gotten himself put in the middle of this with hardly anything to defend himself. Just great.

"Chris Perry—" He stopped forcibly, words spilling from him like someone forgot to turn off the tap. His mind was slip-sliding all over the place and his heart was pounding in his throat because he knew how he had been about to finish that. Something was wrong, alarms blaring in his head while he slowly lost control of himself for no apparent reason. His struggle began anew, his whole body trying to wrench away from Cole now to the point of rattling the bindings and closing his eyes. "What are you doing to me?!"

Being the whitelighter to the Charmed Ones was enough for Cole to want to take him. Finding out who he really was would only add to his desire to corrupt him and force him to try even harder in breaking Chris down into something much more controllable. As it stood now, Cole was taking his time forcing his control onto Chris and if he knew the truth, then he would have gone full force upon Chris to make him into his.

"Chris Perry. Well then, Chris, you and I are going to have a nice little talk." The way Cole said his name was soft and gentle, unlike the predatory gaze that he gave Chris while he struggled. He stayed calm and moved his hand from his chin to his hair, grabbing it tightly, but nowhere close to hurting him. It wouldn't do to cause him pain, after all. At Chris's question, Cole focused on mentally holding tighter onto Chris's mind, chipping at what mental defenses so that he could take hold more firmly. "I think the question you should be asking yourself is why are you so eager to give me the answers I want? Are you not happy with the situation you found yourself with the Charmed Ones, Chris?"

With the hand in his hair, Chris's eyes opened once again to glare up at Cole. He didn't understand what exactly was being done, but he knew it was magic and that it was extremely dangerous going forward. This wasn't a truth spell, he was pretty sure, but then what else was it that Cole was doing to him? If only his head would stop swimming every time Cole spoke, an oily feeling coating his mind thicker with every word.

Chris tried to hold out, he really did. No matter what he did, however, the questions wormed their way in from some other angle. Distracting himself or focusing, nothing worked. Words kept bubbling up to answer the prodding and he could only do so much to keep himself from speaking. "Of course—" He grunted, trying to stop there if he could. Just let his sentence finish, let himself answer with the bravado he so desperately needed. "—not. Dammit."

At Chris's eyes opening up, Cole smiled gently at him and his grip on his hair loosened so that he could pet it softly, trying to make him conflicted by seeming nice and caring despite having him tied up and manipulating his mind. He wants Chris to be kept off guard so that it's easier to control him fully because even so far, he can tell that he's a stubborn one and it's going to take him a while to finally break him.

"You don't need to hide it from me. You want to tell me," he said easily. Even if Chris didn't becoming more willing on his own, Cole could force the change through the magic and was happy to do so. Just because Chris was stubborn didn't mean that Cole would give up. "I'm the only one that's listening. The sisters ignore you and you know that they don't trust you and that they don't want to. You're nothing but a cheap replacement for their beloved whitelighter Leo. That upsets you, doesn't it? That you will always be compared to him and will never live up to his standards."

That was enough to throw his guard off. A simple smile, some easy affection and Chris was staring at Cole in heavy confusion. It had been a long time since anyone had spared him even a smile and not since Bianca had anyone been so gentle. It took a moment for him to realize that it meant his head was momentarily free and he shook it hard to dislodge Cole's hand. This was a cheap trick and like hell he was going to be taken in by something so cheesy.

His mind did another flop, only this time it didn't stop. It was like sitting through a dream, not quite lucid but enough to examine his own thoughts even if he didn't understand them. His reluctance began to melt away despite everything else about the situation still keeping him tense and alert. What harm was talking going to do, anyway? "It does," he said slowly. Something kept ticking in the back of his mind as he spoke, something he couldn't reach. It just kept slipping out of his fingers no matter how hard he tried to grasp it. "Leo's not worth it, and I'm just—I'm trying to save the future, and all they can do is moan about how they miss Leo and how he'd let them live their own lives."

The shake of his head dislodged Cole's hand, but only momentarily. He gave his hair one last ruffle before his hand moved, fingers tracing his jawline until he reached Chris's chin and then rubbed under it like he was a cat instead of a person. "You like the affection I'm giving you. You want more, no, you need more because nobody else is giving it to you."

The smile on his face turned from gentle to predatory as he listened to Chris. Good, it was sinking in even more and Cole mentally reached out for more. Chris was going to be under his control whether he liked it or not and honestly, it was more fun for Cole if Chris fought for it. That meant that breaking him was going to be all the more sweeter. "You hate him. He's making things more difficult for you when all you want to do is save the future. It'd be easier if he was out of the way and the sisters forgot all abut him. You want to stand on your own without the comparisons to him, that you're just as good of a whitelighter as him if not better."

"Not from you," Chris said, strained as his body reacted in ways he wasn't giving it permission to, his chin resting halfway on Cole's hand while he petted at the sensitive skin. It felt so good, so right for someone to finally have someone's attention and their positive interaction. It was everything Chris could do to remind himself who this was to try and fight it, a shudder running through him when it just wasn't enough. There was only so much resistance he could muster when Cole was right. God, he needed this. "Please."

That comfort was at odds with the sudden well of anger at Leo. It was true: there was a buried hate for Leo under the familial love and duty. No respect for what Leo had done—or not done, in this case—for his youngest son in the future. Now it was all rushing to the forefront and he gasped quietly. "That's not going to happen," he said with a ruefulness he knew all too well. The sisters forgetting about Leo was just impossible and something Chris couldn't bring himself to totally wish for. If they forgot about Leo, then where would Chris be in several months' time? "I... I want to do what I came here to do... with or without Leo in the way."

"You want this from me. Look at how you react to my touch. You crave the affection I'm giving to you willingly and you want more so badly that'd you put away your pride and ask for it," he said, his voice not changing from a gentle tone as he kept rubbing under his chin, smiling at how he was starting to rest on his hand. Despite his protests, Cole could see that the touch and his words were sinking into Chris's mind and fighting him with kindness and affection was a much easier battle than being violent.

It was obvious that Chris got angry at Leo as he wished, but Cole was genuinely surprised that he was still holding back. There was more that Chris was hiding from him and he'd have to dig more to find out what and twist things into his favor. "Why?" His voice was filled with genuine curiosity as he asked and his expression changed to match. "What are you not telling me about you and Leo, Chris? You know it's okay to tell me anything."

Order after order, his mind continued to slip away with each chip against his defenses. Retaining any sense of what was good or where he was only got more difficult and Chris felt himself give a soft sigh for how Cole wasn't shying away. He screwed up his face, tried to pull together something, but considering what else they were talking about he couldn't muster enough of a fight against something relatively less meaningful. Swallowing, he asked quietly, "Could you? Please, don't stop."

His focus had shifted. For as off-putting and welcome the physical affection was, there was still the hotly boiling anger against Leo and some kind of responsibility managing to hold him back. His breathing turned shallow as he twisted his words just enough, explaining himself to Cole without outing himself as well. It sat heavy in his gut to hide something but there was still enough presence of mind to him that Chris knew his biggest secret was a step too far. "I still need him," he said. "For future reasons. Can't get rid of him yet, you know?"

Instead of pushing away, Cole got closer, moving from bending down to getting down on his knees with Chris, body pressed up to his in all the right places to garner a response. He didn't stop rubbing under his chin, but their faces were close enough now that Cole could kiss him if he really wanted to, though he wasn't planning on doing so yet. "You know I will. Tell me where you want me to touch you and I will do so."

As much as Cole was curious about what Chris was hiding, he was smart enough that barging right in wouldn't work the way he wanted it to, so instead he was going to go a different route to get the information he so desired. "I understand," he said gently. "You can trust me with your secrets, Chris. I'll keep them from everyone else and you can tell me anything so you don't have to shoulder this burden by yourself."

Having Cole move to practically sitting in his lap elicited a surprised sound from Chris. He jerked back against the binding automatically, his attention-desperate body nonetheless reacting to the unexpected proximity. Chris couldn't help but stare at Cole for how close they were, feeling the slight brush of Cole's breath. Chest to chest, it was odd to realize they were more or less the same size despite the obvious advantage of muscle Cole had on him. "Anywhere," he said in a haze. It was a word he hardly realized he'd spoken, body alight with craving need for more attention, as much affection as he could take.

All of the physical distraction was serving excellently to disarm Chris when it came to more important matters. He struggled, head shifting and tilting away in a forceful move to hold himself back. He was falling deeper, to the point where he was starting to lose sight of what reactions were his own and what he noticed were uncharacteristic. It was all melding together. "I know," he murmured. He did. Why was he trying to hide this when there was no way it would get back to the sisters or Leo? "I know. He's... Leo's my father, so I still need him around."

His free arm moved to wrap around Chris and keep him pressed up close while Cole moved to press down on his lap. Cole wanted Chris distracted with his affection and physical contact so that he wouldn't be able to fight as much when it came to ordering him to answer the tough questions. "I'll touch you everywhere," he said softly as he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against Chris's for a quick moment before he pulled back. "You like being bound like this, like being forced to wait until I feel like giving you the affection you seek. You need it nearly as much as the affection when you haven't been without for a while, love it because it means I care for you."

There was a moment as he processed that and then rested his chin on Chris's shoulder, almost as if he was pulling him into a hug without actually doing so. Everything suddenly made sense and he let out a sharp breath. "I'm so sorry, Chris," he murmured in a gentle tone, sounding as if he had told him rather depressing news. "I'm so sorry that you have a man like that as your father. He doesn't deserve to have you as his son."

What? Chris's mind whirled with the information, the command that was beginning to warp his perceptions even as he tried to make sense of it. He could feel the strain begin to leave his body and be replaced by anticipation, an anticipation of Cole's next move or even for how long it would take for his next touch. Even when they were so close, pressed up against each other, it was all he could want and not enough. Cole cared for him, and that meant he could wait as long as necessary for the sign; waiting only made it mean even more. His eyes fluttered while he tried to sort out thoughts that were no longer his own and he couldn't help the distressed noise he made. "Not... this isn't..." He licked his lips once Cole pulled away, clearly torn between what he wanted and what he was being told to want.

"It's—" fine. Don't lie to me. His brows furrowed, eyes widening as the soft words came back to him. "I'm—" over it. That wasn't true, either. What could he say to assuage this hurt without somehow tripping over a wire? Some distant part of him insisted he needed to make right of it somehow, to not give up on Leo despite the well-worn resentment for his father. "It's only me," he said after a moment. "Mom and Wyatt... anyone else—he's a good dad. Whitelighter."

Cole could see the battle raging inside of Chris right now and he gave him a look that could easily be described as loving, soft and warm and meant to confuse things even more for him. He was enjoying the conflict he was inspiring in Chris and he was going to keep pushing until something gave in from the pressure he was putting on his mind. "Yes, this is. This is what you want. Embrace it, Chris," he said before leaning in and kissing the corner of his mouth gently. "I'm willing to give you what you what, but only if you ask. So ask me for everything your body desires. I will give it to you."

Now he truly pulled Chris into a hug, the hand that was rubbing Chris's chin moving to curl around the back of his head and pull him closer. What he was hearing was ridiculous and while he had only planned on using Chris to kill the sisters, now he wanted to keep him and make Leo suffer for hurting his youngest son the way he has. There were many things that Cole could deal with, but bad parents were never on the list. "I would never do that to you. You deserve better than what he has decided to give you, far more than that. I'll take care of you and you'll be so happy for it."

The pressure was certainly raising significantly with every new move that Cole made. There was no separation between what he wanted and what Cole told him to want, a melding that only served to smother the misconceptions and confusion engulfing him. It was still there, but now hidden and raging to get out rather than win the war. Anxiety and a feeling of displacement were all that remained and Chris melted into the hug when Cole initiated it, pressing his face into the crook of Cole's neck as if to seek more attention without asking as he was told. Something about all this felt wrong, a guilty desire and it was ready to shake him apart.

"Okay," he mumbled. This one was easy to give into, there was hardly a question to it. Someone wanted to take care of him, and after the tugging Cole had already done, Chris was willing to accept that. It didn't mean anything, didn't force him to give up on the sisters or Leo or anything else but maybe himself. He just needed to pick his battles and stay strong for his family. For the future. Pick his battles against what, he wasn't sure, but there was a thrum of discontent hidden inside of him and he'd learned long ago not to discount it.

Cole knew he wasn't done pushing Chris, especially when he didn't ask like he had ordered him to. He kissed his cheek gently before pulling away to study his face, hand moving from his hair to stroke the side of his cheek affectionately. "There's no need to work yourself up over this. Wearing the harness helps relax you. Let it do its job, Chris. That's why you're wearing it."

It wasn't the time to push the subject with his family, but to make sure that Cole's grasp on Chris was absolute before he even tackled the issue that were the Halliwell sisters minus Piper. that would be difficult depending on how Chris thought of them, but he honestly couldn't think of them worse than he thought of Leo. "You don't want to deny the affection I give you. You want me to satisfy your cravings for the attention and affection no one else seems willing to give you," he said before he leaned in and kissed in, soft and slow and not trying to force anything, instead just being more of a preview of what Cole could give him. "There's no reason to fight this. You didn't even want to fight me. I'm the only one that's on your side and willing to be here for you."

Just like that, the worry began to dissipate. Being tied down with no recourse other than to let himself be, what use was getting frustrated over something he couldn't help? Chris shifted minutely as his energy seemed to settle back into a calm he wasn't trying to understand. This was why he was here. Right? He was sinking too far under to remember how he had gotten here, so that must have been it. As long as he was being held down, he was going to stay there and let his mind clear.

It was the kiss that got him moving again, an appreciation swelling up inside of him where he kissed back just as much as Cole gave him. He stared up at him completely uncomprehending afterward because that wasn't it. That wasn't how things were. His eyes were widening as memories rose to the surface and he remembered. Bianca. She was there for him, always there for him until they had to separate through no choice of their own. Bianca was on his side. "That's not true," he whispered, clearly confused and unable to come to a compromise about his own facts and Cole's version. Relaxed as he was, there was no panic or outward struggle, just a beaten down psyche unable to let go of the most important details.

That was definitely a step in the right direction. Now the harness was a tool to use to keep him under control outside of physically restraining him. It will definitely be useful as long as Chris is still willing to fight him for control of his own mind. Not that Cole minded as it would have been incredibly boring for Chris to not even fight against him.

Of course, things weren't ever going to be easy for Cole. When Chris spoke, he looked into Chris's eyes with a confused expression, acting as if what Chris said didn't line up with what he truly believed. "If you don't think that's true, then tell me what you think is, Chris?" He needed to find out all the information he could so that he could squeeze Chris properly and with the way this worked, Cole could easily cheat and just ask him for the answer. That was definitely the nice part about this.

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