Author: Indy Baggins Title: Bad Intentions Pairing: Wayne/Colin Rating: R, because of some bondage and all-around psychopath!Wayne. Summary: Wayne wants Colin, at all costs. Author’s comments: Cae requested a story with an evil Wayne, and this is what I came up with… Wayne had never really meant for it to happen… He really hadn’t. From the moment he met him, Wayne had spent hours looking at Colin. He carefully noted the dimples in his cheeks, the warmth in his eyes, the carelessness of his touch, every image evoking a strange warmth in him, a longing that grew stronger, more desperate with every passing day. But then he saw those eyes light up for Ryan, that hand touch Drew, and he had realized he would need a plan, a plan to get Colin. His ideas had been innocent at first, to get Colin alone and talk to him, to reason with him, to hold him close and kiss him even, even if he said no. Because Colin was his, and the only problem was that he just didn’t know it yet. But then he spent months thinking about it, detailing what he would do over and over again in his mind, until the images became more urgent, snuck into his daydreams, morphed into violent fantasies. Month by month his frustration grew, and a plan alone was no longer enough to settle his mind, to soothe the deep yearning that had started to ruin his life, every waking moment spent in longing for the man, in justified anger for the fact that Colin didn’t want, that he didn’t… The first things he bought were fairly simple. Just supplies really, things he would have wanted anyway, and he tried to convince himself he was shopping for nothing special when he bought lube, handcuffs and a new, better lock for his basement door. But then he went a step further. Ropes. Leather restraints. Sleeping pills. He hesitated at a whip, thinking it might arouse suspicion, but then thought of the image of the leather strip ripping Colin’s flesh apart, making him whimper in pain, and he bought two. But, even at that point, he had never thought that he would actually go through with it. He had known his fantasy was getting out of hand, he did, but he had still counted on his affection, his respect for Colin being greater than his need. He had been wrong. He saw Colin reach out and hug Ryan after a show back-stage, and where at one point it might have barely affected him, now the image became a monster, a cruel, deadly force tugging at his throat, forcing him to get rid of Ryan with a lie, to beg Colin to come home with him because he was upset (he was, he was!) and to drug his drink. When Colin fell into a soft slumber, almost sliding off the couch, he had finally felt the ache settle, and had curiously ran his fingers through Colin’s hair, over his bicep, and kissed his mouth. He would make it good for Colin, he would, and he told Colin so, repeating it over and over while dragging Colin’s unconscious form by the arms through his living room, and into the basement. Getting Colin out of his clothes proved to be more difficult that he had anticipated, and by the time he had gotten Colin naked and tied up with the leather cuffs he was panting, both from the effort and from the thrill of touching Colin like that, tracing every inch of naked flesh with his fingertips. Once Colin was tied up the way he was supposed to, the lock on the door double-checked, and he had turned on the soft, romantic music he thought Colin would like, he realised there was nothing more to do but wait, and he did so with a growing fear. What if Colin would hate him? Had he really gone too far? But there was so much he still wanted to do, so much he needed from him… By the time Colin woke up Wayne was so tense he actually jumped a little at Colin’s sleepy “huh?” and oh, he should have used the blindfold, because Colin slowly tilted his head to one side, and opened his eyes, blinking against the bright light. After the first couple seconds though, panic almost immediately seemed to spread through Colin’s body as he started trashing around, fighting the restraints, looking around wide-eyed, until his eyes landed on Wayne. Wayne stepped out of his pants and grinned. This was what his dreams were made of.