My first 'Charmed' fan fiction. I am very much new to the series and I don't know alot about it. But I have been reading some of the Cole/Leo fics and decided to wing it at my own. Wow, there's so very few.

This is Slash, this is Cole/Leo. So with as much niceness I have in me, I'll say that if you don't like it, please hit the back button. Some people do like it and haters ruin their fun. It is for fantasy, it's a story and isn't real.

Of course, I don't own 'Charmed', even though I wish I owned... never mind. I am not making a profit-- duh.

Since I am a novice it will probably seem like AU. Okay, scratch that, basically it is AU. I don't know much about after Cole was vanquished after 'Centennial Charmed'. So it takes some time after that. (but before Leo was an Elder, and before Chris entered the picture, but after Waytt was born) Cole is alive and only a Whitelighter can bring him back to help the sisters. But he has a few things for Leo to, um... do.

Temptation Goes Both Ways

Chapter One: 'Help you? Help me first!'

"Come on, Cole. The sisters are in trouble. You're the only one who can help them." Leo pleaded with the alledgedly vanquished demon. He stood in the living room where he had materialized after orbing there.

"And why should I?" Cole asked bitterly. He stood a few feet from the Whitelighter.

"Because you have no choice."

"Is that so?"

Leo felt uncomfortable standing in the swank condo that Cole now occupied. After he was vanquished they had no clue what to do with him in the after-life. If he returned to hell he was sure to find a way to escape. After all what demon was really ever dead anyway? Cole was too powerful and not an exception. And now as an Avatar, he was more powerful and protected.

They sure as hell wasn't willing to deal with him in Heaven, and forget limbo. Even though this alternate reality in which he had been sent, seemed like limbo. Cole cast an evil grin at the nervous Whitelighter.

He was curious as to why on Earth he was nervous. It's not like Cole could kill him. Leo couldn't be killed, plus he could orb. Cole waved his hand and candles flickered to life with their dancing flames. The room was darkened.

"What kind of candles are those?" Leo asked, though he realized it sounded stupid and a little gay.

"They're Glade, I pick a fresh batch up everyday at Wal-Mart." Cole replied sarcastically.

Leo watched Cole wave his hand again and fire sprung to life on candles above the fireplace on the mantle. There was an odd almost evil aura with lit candles in a near dark room. Almost magical. Leo guessed it was because candles were used in so many of the sister's spells. Why Cole wanted, or needed them, he wasn't sure.

Cole was turned away from him. Leo let his eyes absent-mindedly scan down and linger on the demon's behind. Quickly realizing what the hell he was doing, he averted them.

Cole always made him feel strange. Cole had this massive overt sexual energy. This power to make all types of creatures, male and female, want him in one way or another. Maybe that's why demons could tempt mortals so easily. Leo guessed the same went for angels.

"It would give me a chance to get close to Phoebe again." Cole softly, but optimistically said, still turned around. Leo glanced back up, Cole's words breaking him from the hold his thoughts had on him.

"The Elders anticipated that. We've wiped her memory. She doesn't know or remember you."

Leo's words sent a slight spark of anger through Cole. He turned on his heels and stared at the man who stood about ten feet from him.

"You did what?" Cole asked through clenched teeth.

"Sorry, Cole. But it wasn't my decision." Leo apologized. The look the demon gave him sent a chill up his spine.

"Tell me, how did the sisters take it when you told them I was alive and well?" Cole asked, curious.

"Piper and Paige were a little shocked, but after awhile they agreed it was best not to tell Phoebe."

"How thoughtful of you." Cole said sarcastically.

"Cole, this is important. And your obligation. We can't have your heart get in the way. Not if you want to save Phoebe."

Cole opened his mouth and started to speak, but thought best against it. The demon felt himself flush with the sweet thoughts of hurting the Whitelighter. But thought maybe he could use him. Cole couldn't shimmer out of this place. Only a Whitelighter could get him out.

Cole rubbed his thumb and first two fingers together and glanced down at the ground before glaring up at Leo.

"That's fine." he said looking the angel up and down, concentrating on the bulge in Leo's pants. Feeling satisfaction as Leo noticed, flushed, and backed away slightly.

Leo was still maintaining that wholesome-like innocence that angels have, or supposedly have. That same innocence that makes demons horny.

"But first, you have to do something for me." Cole continued moving closer, Leo backed off and caught himself on the back of the sofa. He looked back at the couch, he was as far as he could go. When he looked back up, Cole was mere inches from him. Leo's arm slid along the black leather, looking for away out, but he was frozen. Cole pierced Leo's blue eyes with his own. The demon's lips curled up on one side in the early signs of a smile. Cole leered over him, his body brushing against Leo's slightly.

"My stove's broken, handyman. I need you to fix it." Cole stood up right and walked off toward the kitchen.

Leo straightened up and released that breath he'd been holding. Why he needed to breathe when he was dead was beyond him. It was an old habit, and they die hard, but in that moment he wouldn't have been able to anyway. Leo regained himself and followed Cole into the kitchen.

"Stove looks fine." Leo observed.

Cole waved his hand and the door came down with a slight jerk and the rack inside fell at an angle, black smoke followed this and quickly faded.

"Not anymore." Cole glared at the angel.

Leo wasn't sure what game the demon was playing, and he didn't have forever to find out.

"I don't have any tools." Leo stated the obvious. Cole rolled his eyes and made a box of tools appear on the counter.

"Anything else? Or are you going to get to work?" Cole's tone was impatient.

"Why should I?" Leo echoed Cole's earlier question.

"Because the Charmed ones," Cole said hatefully, "need my help. And if you want something from me, you're gonna repay the favor." Cole regained his composure and cleared his throat. He leaned casually on the counter, supporting himself on his arm.

"Well?" Cole followed after a few seconds of Leo just staring at him.

Leo grabbed the handle on the tool box, his stare turned nasty toward the former Belthazor. Seeing some fight in the angel's eyes made the demon want to toy with him more.

He found himself thinking about ravishing him in ways that he's sure Piper never had. Cole licked his lips, watching Leo bend forward and setting back on his toes as he got to work on the 'damaged' stove. Leo wasn't sure why they needed Cole, he was trouble. But he sure as hell hoped he could help them without any bad repercussions. He was startled when he felt a hand trail across his shoulder blades. Leo stopped and held still. Cole's hands grabbed both his shoulders in a way that felt to Leo like maybe Cole wanted to strangle him. Instead Cole began massaging him.

"Come on, Leo. You're so damn tense." The demon hissed, leaning down and saying it next to Leo's ear. The Whitelighter felt a chill inside him and he swallowed.

"I..I need to fix the stove." Leo almost stuttered. Nervous about the demon who kneeled behind him.

"What's stopping you? I was just trying to make the task a little more... enjoyable." Cole replied seductive-like.

His hands followed down the middle of Leo's back, working his thumbs in tired knots. He didn't even know that angels could get knots. Leo reluctantly resumed working on the stove. He hoped the Demon would get bored with whatever he was trying to prove, or whatever he had planned.

But the massage felt so good. Leo was so tired, so tightly strung, with all he had went through with the sisters, his charges, and fatherhood. Life seemed less tiring in life than it had in death. There was absolutely no time for relaxation. Cole was satisfied as he felt the Whitelighter's muscles losen under his grip and some of the tension leave his body. What better way at revenge than to possess the witch's Whitelighter, to be in control of him in more ways than magic. Cole felt the early signs of a hard-on with this thought.

"When was the last time you relaxed?" Cole asked.

Leo shook his head, it had been decades. Maybe even before he went to war, maybe in his old life. Cole's hands traveled lower to the small of Leo's back. The angel tensed back up abit, ashamed that he was a little too excited for Cole's hands to be on him. What was bringing these forbidden desires up? He wasn't sure. And he wasn't sure he could surpress them, and what made him feel even more dirty was that he wasn't sure he wanted to stop them.

"Ease up, Leo. Relax. It's not like I can hurt you." Cole snickered.

Leo wasn't afraid of being hurt. The demon's hands felt good as they rubbed and kneaded the soreness out of the angel's back. Leo let his guard back down temporarly and relaxed. No, the demon could not hurt him, but Cole was stirring up something in him that could hurt him as far as his position and his relationship.

"I think I almost have it."

"By all means, take your time." Cole's voice was thick.

"Cole, we have to hurry...." Leo stopped as Cole's hands lifted up the shirt out of his pants where it was tucked in.

Leo froze, but didn't speak, shutting his eyes. Debating if he should orb out and go find other help. But they had requested Cole, and to tell the truth he didn't want to orb out and that scared the fuck out of him. Cole's fingers danced and slithered across Leo's bare back, rubbing against soft skin. His hands were warm, gentle, and smooth. He moved his hands up higher under Leo's red shirt then back down. Leo continued to be paralized letting the voices in his head of what was right and wrong mumble incoherently. Cole's hands slid around Leo's waist and brushed his abs, up his chest, and down his sides.

Leo felt a wave of guilt rush through him as his cock twitched. Cole's head was near his neck and the Whitelighter could feel the demon's warm breath. Cole tilted his head closer, closer, brushing his lips across Leo's neck, kissing it gently. The demon's hands traveling further down, running from the front of Leo's leg to the back and groping his crotch.

Leo's eyes shot open and he hastefully stood up, turning and leaning against the stove, which had been forgotten up until that very second. Cole got up and leered over him, placing his hands on the counter on either side of the nervous angel.

"Cole what are you doing?" Leo was surprized the words came out steady. So was Cole, but the demon never wavered.

"Come on, Leo. Haven't you ever been curious about me?" The demon tempted.

Leo shook his head 'no'.

Cole grinned, "You're lying. I know you've fantasized about me while you make love to your wife. I know you're curious as to how it'd be to fuck a demon. All angels are." Cole whispered the last line next to Leo's ear.

"Nothing good can come from this."

"Keep telling yourself that." Cole almost whispered seductively. He grabbed Leo by the ass and jerked him as close as he'd come. Leo let out a startled cry in compliance.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want to fuck me. Or hell, just go ahead and orb out." The Demon challenged. Leo looked away, but remained frozen in place, his hands behind him on the stove top edge.

"I know you want me, Leo. I can fell it." Cole motioned with his eyes down to Leo's nether region.

They were so close he could feel the heat radiating off the Whitelighter's cheeks, both sets. Cole grinned wickedly, he had Leo right where he wanted him. Cole wiggled his hips against Leo's abit, feeling the bulge concealed between the angel's pants. He swore he felt the Whitelighter grow hotter.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want to fuck me." The demon tempted once more.

Leo stared up at him, slight look of determination in his blue eyes. He wanted to resist the charms of the Demon, but when Cole grinded his hips into Leo's again it only made him harder.

"You can't." Cole hissed.

"You're evil." Leo came back.

Cole smiled and pecked him suddenly on the lips. Leo was stunned, but not surprised, so he didn't pull back when Cole did it again. He pecked him again and on the fourth time he lingered, kissing him softly. The angel tasted like Heaven. It sounded cliche, but it was truth. So sweet and of innocence. Up until this point Cole was doing the tempting, but now it was the demon who was tempted. The first signs of arousal igniting against Leo's, seperated only by pesky outer and under garments.

Leo, against the better advice of the voices in his head, parted his lips slightly to become an active participant of the kiss and it became deeper, less than innocent and more horny. Cole's tongue traced along the bottom of the angel's soft lips and begged for entry into his mouth. He felt Leo losen up as his arms snaked around the demon's waist and his mouth allowed his tongue a pass inside, dancing passionately with his own. Horny, abit sloppy, and heated.

Cole let go of his hold on the Whitelighter's ass and took hold of his head, caressing his cheeks with his thumbs. The demon pulled back, breaking the kiss, and wetted his lips.

"I see we're no longer denying it." Cole locked eyes with the angel, hungry.

"Nobody can know." Leo knew they were probably watching. But what worried him was that he didn't care, the angel was just as hungry for the hot demon that stood facing him.

"No one has to. It'll be our little secret." Cole replied, his voice just above a whisper. He broke free of Leo's grip.

"Bedroom, please." Cole said, strolling off toward the bedroom.

Leo still had the ability to leave, but Cole was right, he was curious. So the Whitelighter threw caution to the wind and followed behind the eager demon. He allowed himself to admire Cole's ass with a little less guilt than earlier.