Title: Leo's Sex Puppet
Author/pseudonym: R.A. Swain
Fandom: Charmed
Paring: Cole/Leo
Rating: Mature Audience (MA)
Status: Part one of a series.
Archive: Yes, please. You have my permission to archive.
E-mail address for feedback: raswain@internettrash.com
Series/Sequel: Part One of a Series
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Disclaimers: The characters are not my property. They are used without permission,
and are used for the sole intent of entertainment and not for profit. Note other
disclaimers at beginning of story.
Notes: A wicked idea inspired by someone on the Rare Slash List who asked if
there was any Leo/Cole slash out there.
Summary: Leo and Cole get it on. Hot, heavy sex ensures. Or, does it?
Warnings: mild spoiler, unless you've seen the new season.
Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If you are under
the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it is illegal for you to possess
it. If you read beyond this point, you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and
that it is legal for you to possess adult oriented material.
This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between consenting adults,
homosexuality or therein is offensive to you, DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond
this point you are accepting homosexuality and adult oriented material willing.
Leo's Sex Puppet
by R.A. Swain
Cole knew it was a mistake to agree to stay at the manor while Phoebe and Piper
took Paige on a sister bonding weekend in the Sierras. It was even more wrong
for a demon, even a mildly reformed one, to be spending time with a white lighter.
Aside from the fact Leo was arrogant with his superior goodness, and all, Cole
just felt uncomfortable around Leo.
He shifted on the couch and turned the page in the bridal magazine he found
hidden in Phoebe's dresser drawer. He had hoped to find something spicier, like
at least a Playgirl, but Bridal Magazine would do. "Leo, what's wrong with
the air conditioner?" he called out.
Leo orbed in, wearing his tight jeans, and nothing else. "I'm working on
it," he said.
Cole sat frozen to the couch. Leo's naked sweat covered chest terrified him.
It terrified him because he couldn't take his eyes off Leo. "Wh-wh-what
do you think you're doing, orbing in half naked?"
Leo allowed a wicked smile to dance at the corner of his lips. "Why Cole?
Does nudity bother you?"
Cole shifted again, and licked the sweat from his upper lip. "No, I'm a
demon. I like nudity. It's just--" He stopped.
"Just what?" Leo asked sitting on the couch next to Cole, his leg
touching Cole's.
"Nothing," Cole answered, jumping up. "I'm not feeling all that
well. I think I'll go upstairs and lie down for a few moments."
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The temperature must've risen another ten degrees, Cole thought as he lay on
Phoebe's bed, clad in his tight white and blue striped cotton boxers. He got
up and stumbled downstairs. It was dark, and still no AC, he noted. He wandered
to the kitchen, passing a mirror on the way. He paused to look at his mostly
naked reflection. Maybe I should put some clothes on, he thought, remembering
the strange encounter with Leo earlier. Nah, he reconsidered. If he wants to
flaunt that tight little white lighter body of his, two can play at that game.
He entered the kitchen and froze. There, at the sink, moonlight streaming through
the window lighting his nearly naked body stood Leo, wearing impossibly tight
white boxer-briefs.
"Hi Cole," Leo said. "Looking for something?"
"Um, yeah," Cole said. "I needed something to quench my thirst.
I was looking for a drink." His eyes never left Leo's bulging briefs.
"I can see you look," Leo paused before allowing the word to roll
off his tongue, "hot."
Cole opened the refrigerator and took out a pitcher of Iced Tea. He walked to
the sink near Leo and reached for a glass from the drying rack. Leo reached
out at the same time and grabbed a glass. He held it out to Cole.
"Here you go, buddy."
Cole's eyes met Leo's and he reached up for the glass. His fingers touched the
Tip of Leo's fingers. He felt a hot shiver run down his spine. This is so wrong,
he thought.
"Let me help you." Leo said, moving around to pin Cole between the
counter top and himself. "You look very tense."
"I am," Cole said. "I, um, Leo, um, don't you find this a bit
strange?"
"Strange? Two men, a demon and a white lighter, almost brothers-in-law
of sorts, being friendly toward one another. No," Leo replied. He reached
passed Cole for a dishtowel and casually pressed his bare chest against Cole's.
Cole tried to pull back, but the counter top was in the way. "Um, Leo,
I really think this isn't appropriate behavior for a white lighter."
"What?" Leo asked, pressing closer to Cole. "This?" He gestured
toward their bodies now firmly pressed together. "Or this?" he asked,
grinding his bulging crotch against Cole's.
Cole closed his eyes and rode the wave of pleasure he felt at the contact of
skin and crotch. "Both," he whispered. He sat the pitcher down, opened
his eyes, grabbed Leo by the ears and pressed his lips against the white lighter's.
He forced his tongue into Leo's mouth, and Leo pulled away.
"I knew you wanted me," he said. He almost did a little dance of glee.
"I do not," Cole said, regaining his composure.
Leo stepped forward again, and placed his hand on Cole's tenting boxers. "You're
lips say no, but your cock says yes."
Cole jumped at Leo's touch. "Why are you doing this to me?" he asked.
"Because I can," Leo said. "Admit it, you want me."
"I want you," Cole said as Leo's hand worked into his boxers and wrapped
around his growing shaft. "Please, don't hurt me," Cole whispered.
"What, demonboy? Are you afraid you might get burned by the white light?"
Leo taunted. He stroked Cole's cock which he had pulled through the fly of the
boxers.
Cole fought the urges, but was weakening. "Suck it," he ordered.
"Ask nicely!" Leo barked.
Cole shivered with pleasure. "Please, Leo, suck my cock?"
Leo slid to his knees and pulled Cole's boxers down. "Maybe I will,"
he said. His hand caressed the upwardly curved shaft. "But you're going
to be reciprocating."
"Yes," Cole whispered again, his throat dry and voice husky. "I'll
reciprocate."
"Say it," Leo said. "Say, Leo, I'll suck your white lighter cock."
"Leo, I'll suck your white lighter cock," Cole said. "Please
Leo. Suck me."
Leo ran his tongue over the tip of Cole's cock, and Cole shuddered. The pleasure
was more than he could bear. It was wrong, and that's what made it so right.
"Yes, Leo, suck it."
Leo pulled back. "How badly do you want me to suck your cock?"
"Badly," Cole said.
Leo stood up and patted the counter top. "All right then, demonboy. Up
on the counter top, on all fours, now. You're going to let me to fuck your demon
ass."
Cole didn't know why, but he wanted Leo to fuck him more than anything at that
moment. He shimmered and appeared on the counter top in the position Leo requested.
Leo dissolved into a swirl of white lights and reappeared naked behind Cole.
Cole looked over his shoulder at Leo's large throbbing cock. "Aren't you
going to use any lube?" he asked.
"Lube?" Leo laughed. "I want it rough, demonboy, and you'll take
it any way I give it!"
"Yes Leo," Cole said. "I will."
Leo slapped his hand hard against Cole's naked ass. Cole jumped slightly. "Please
Leo, fuck me anyway you want to," he said.
Leo felt the thrill of control over Cole. He waved his hand and the refrigerator
door opened and the margarine floated out and to him. He flipped the top off
and dug three fingered into the cold greasy substance, and spread it between
Cole's ass cheeks, and then fisted his own cock, slicking it up.
Cole watched this with awe. "Is that all?" he asked. "I mean,
you're awful big, and I'm--" he stopped again.
What?" Leo asked. A smile crept across his lips. "Don't tell me you
were going to say you're a virgin? The demon Balthazor never took it up the
ass before?"
"No, I've only topped," Cole said. he felt ashamed to admit it to
Leo. "I want you to be my first."
Leo laughed, and pressed his cock against Cole's greased up hole. "Oh yeah,"
he moaned. He pushed forward until his balls rubbed against Cole's. "Oh
YEAH! You are one tight Demon!" He began to thrust, picking up speed as
Cole took short gasping breaths.
"You're so big," Cole said. "I never knew it would feel like
this."
Leo slapped Cole's ass again. "Oh yeah, Demonboy. Tell me how much you
like it! Say it!" He slapped Cole's bare ass hard.
"I like it," Cole whimpered.
"Say, my ass belongs to Leo!" Leo ordered. He hit Cole's ass again.
"Say it!"
"My ass belongs to Leo!" Cole cried out.
"Any time, any where," Leo added.
"Any time, any where," Cole repeated.
"Say, I'm Leo's sex puppet."
"I'm Leo's sex puppet." Cole felt humiliation at being dominated by
a white lighter, but his own erection was leaking and pressing tight against
his flat stomach. He felt Leo reach beneath him and fist his leaking erection.
"Get ready, demonboy! I'm gonna blow my first load of the night,"
Leo said.
Cole felt Leo pull out of him, and his ass already felt empty and in need. Then
he felt the cum splatter across his ass and back, and Leo's palm fall sharply
across his ass.
"YEAH!" Leo shouted. He squeezed Cole's cock and pumped it three times.
Cole couldn't take the feeling of pleasure, and erupted in hot streams of cum
across the counter top.
Leo pulled Cole from the Counter top and turned him to face the white lighter.
Their lips met again, and Cole felt their wet and sticky cock rub together.
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"No!" Leo shouted, as he sat up in bed with a start.
"Honey! What's wrong?" Piper asked, lighting the bedside light and
sitting up with her husband.
"Ah, nothing," Leo said, regaining his composure. "I just had
a bad dream."
"It must've been a doozie," Piper said. "You look frightened."
"It really wasn't that bad, just kind of took me by surprise," Leo
replied.
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"No!" Cole shouted, as he bolted upright in bed.
"Cole! Darling, what's wrong?" Phoebe asked, lighting the bedside
lamp, and sitting next to her lover.
"I just had a nightmare," Cole whispered, wiping the sweat from his
upper lip.
"Demon bounty hunters?" Phoebe asked.
"Worse," Cole said.
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The Source sat back on the rooftop, and leaned against the chimney, laughing
a cackled laugh. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun," he said to
no one. "I'm going to enjoy invading their dreams."