Warning: Slash and smut aplenty, with just a little fluff for balance!

Pairing: Leo/Kyle, brief Kyle/Paige

Spoilers: Leads on from the Season 7 episode 'Ordinary Witches'.

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. If I did, the men would wear a lot less and stand a lot closer together.

Author's note: All feedback gratefully received.

Playing Nice

Agent Kyle Brody was obsessed. Ever since Paige had told him about Leo being an Avatar, it was all he could think about. The girls were okay with it now, ever since the truth had come out about who had really killed Brody's parents. Demons, not Avatars. They all expected him to relinquish his lifelong Avatar fixation, end his search-and-destroy mission, admit he was wrong and move on. But he couldn't. Everything he had ever learned about the Avatars, everything pointed to them being more than just benign purveyors of Utopia. Even if they had managed to fool the Charmed Ones and that damned Whitelighter of theirs into believing that garbage. Brody knew the truth. He just couldn't prove it. So he had become more obsessed than ever before.

This time, however, he didn't share his concerns with Paige. She'd been brainwashed just like the others. And she'd had it up to here with how distant and distracted Brody always seemed. Always breaking dates to follow leads, never paying attention to her constant needy rambling. So to keep the peace, and to avoid arousing the sisters' suspicion while he planned his next move, he'd been trying to play the attentive boyfriend. Hence their date tonight – dinner, drinks and dancing at P3, then back to his place for some privacy.

Sitting on the couch, he tried to focus on Paige as she slowly undressed for him. Unbuttoned and shrugged off her shirt – why wasn't Leo at P3 tonight? – unzipped and stepped out of her short black skirt – was he meeting with the Avatars? – straddled Brody's legs, wearing only deep pink silk panties and bra – what was it they were all plotting?

He was snapped out of his reverie by Paige moving his hands to her breasts, unhooking the front clasp of her bra with her own hands. "Kyle…" she whispered in his ear, "why don't you take over from here…"

Next thing he knew they were in his bedroom. Brody lay supine on the bed as a naked Paige bounced enthusiastically on top of him. He felt as though he were having an out-of-body experience. He could see and hear everything that was going on, but he could feel nothing, had no emotional or physical connection to the scene. Everything was working, in a mechanical sense, but in his mind he was far away from this bedroom. Running through endless battle scenarios with the Avatars, trying to figure a way of contacting the Elders for help. A way he could get to Leo. Leo. He was the key to all this. He was an Avatar, for Christ's sake! An Avatar living in San Francisco, fucking his girlfriend's sister, for all the world as if he were as innocent as the next man. Or angel, or Elder or whatever. When really he was a traitor to the forces of good. Well, he'd get him somehow, thought Brody, as the hatred rose up inside him. He'd get that treacherous, murderous bastard, he thought, as the rage he was feeling caused him to grab Paige's hips and pull her harder down onto him, as he grunted with anger and self-righteousness. That fucking angel, that fucking Avatar, that fucking Leo… It was like a mantra in his mind, driving him on to new heights of sexual aggression. This was no out-of-body experience now. He could feel everything. And it felt fucking good. Fucking… Leo… An image of the angel's face hovered above him, obliterating Paige's flushed red cheeks. In response, he grabbed a firm hold of Paige and flipped her over onto her back, causing her to yelp in surprise and pleasure. He felt so alive, all his senses heightened as he held her down by the shoulders and drove into her again and again. So close now… he could still see Leo's face… he'd get him, he'd get Leo… Leo… Leo! He gave one last violent thrust and then, grimacing, eyes closed, he came hard into Paige.

*

The next morning, Brody awoke to an empty bed and a feeling of embarrassed confusion. Paige had left early for Magic School, thank God. He didn't know if he could have faced her after last night. It wasn't just the angry sex, the obsessive thoughts and visions of Leo, though those were bad enough. No, on top of that he'd had strange, disturbing dreams all night long, starring who else but the Avatar angel himself. Brody stalking him, trying to kill him. Failing over and over again, Leo laughing and mocking him. The other faceless Avatars, in dark robes, standing around him in a circle chanting. Brody sitting in the middle, naked and ashamed, trying to cover his modesty. And then all of a sudden he had the vanquishing potion in his hand. And he'd stood, taken aim and hurled it towards them, his arm dream-heavy, the vial curving in slow motion towards the faceless robed beings. Then, before the potion could reach them, they were gone, vanished, and only Leo stood in their place. He was naked too. And suddenly, just before the potion hit, Brody found himself standing next to Leo, and the potion exploded on his bare stomach, and he fell into Leo, and a black robe enveloped them both, and the two of them were dragged down, screaming, into the depths of hell, entwined together.

When he'd awoken, he'd felt a stickiness on his stomach. His first thought, half-asleep as he was, was that it was the vanquishing potion. But as he shook off the last traces of the dream, he realised it was something much more mortal and mundane than that, albeit something he had not experienced since he was a teenager. As he cleaned himself up and ran through the previous night's events over and over again in his head, he vowed he would find a way to put a stop to this situation with the Avatars, once and for all.