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SPECIAL NOTE FOR READERS OF _Jason and Kylie, Naked In School_:

You may or may not be aware, but Shalon broke his arm in two places three weeks ago; Jason and Kylie is temporarily on hold (he had a nice cushion built up on Pandora's Box, which is why he switched to that. Please see http://playground.pele.cx for details, including news on when Jason and Kylie will return.

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SPECIAL NOTE FOR READERS WHO DON'T LIKE M/M SCENES:

You want to either make it through the upcoming M/M scene (next chapter, IIRC) or skip to the end, because the scene after that involves Pandora, a bottle of lube, and a latex catsuit that fits perfectly.

Meow.

And a blindfold.

(And I promise, not all of our stories are MM; we've only got three, in fact, which are. It's just that somehow those three (Pandora's Box, Prudence, and Jason and Kylie (to a very small degree -- two scenes) ended up being some of the first ones we posted.

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given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
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for you to read this, or you're disturbed by the content, please don't 
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Comments *greatly* appreciated.

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Angel blinked, then said, "You know, if you want to make some money, I've
got a friend who's an artist who would pay a _fortune_ for you to model for
him. $50 an hour for painting or drawing, or $150 for photography. He's
been looking for someone built like you for _forever_."

Chris grinned. "Isn't she a doll? Well, once the corset came down from
damned near around her _neck_, that is. Silly girl."

Pandora blushed. "I thought it was supposed to cover more, that's all."

"Holy _shit_," Gabriel whispered. "I mean... _damn_!"

She peeked up at him shyly. "So... it's okay?"

Gabriel nodded emphatically.

She laughed, trailing her fingers down the tight, shiny leather. "It
feels... strange. Not bad, though. Not like the one I had to wear for the
shoot. Oh!" She turned to Angel, finally registering what he said. "Sorry,
I hate modeling. I really hate it."

"Love, I think you'd find that it's a completely different experience if
your mother's not involved. You might even find you like it," Gabriel said.
"Maybe not, I don't know, but I certainly wouldn't rule it out."

She looked skeptical. "I don't know. I've never liked anything about it. I
don't like being poked, and made-up, and handled like a piece of meat, and
the lights hurt, and it's either freezing or broiling, and you have to pose
all day and you can't eat or drink because you'll spoil your makeup, and
it's just really, really awful."

"Jesus, girl, don't you have an agent?" Angel sounded scandalized. "What
the hell is he doing, letting them do that to you? There are rules about
that sort of thing!"

Pandora shrugged. "My mother handles it... handled. Gabriel says I don't
have to anymore," she added.

Gabriel nodded firmly. "You don't. Love, the problem is that your mother is
nuts. Certifiably whacko."

"Well..." She sighed. "Honestly, the other girls, when we talked about it,
they all said it was pretty much the same, and so were their parents. The
really creepy cases were the couple whose dads handled things." She
shuddered. "That was even worse."

"Love," Gabriel said, giving her a crooked smile, "Can you _really_ see me
not kicking their asses if they tried that on you?"

"Look... I've got friends who are models. And I've posed down at the
college," Angel said. "They'll walk all over you if you let them, but if
you know your rights and insist on them, it's different. You're supposed to
get 15 minutes out of every hour for a break, for one thing. And nobody can
touch you unless you allow it, and you _don't_ have to allow it... hon, you
were getting thoroughly screwed over... no matter how much you were getting
paid, it's not worth it."

Gabriel looked at Pandora suddenly. "Speaking of paid, what happened to the
money you were being paid? Legally, it's yours."

"Paid? Money? Oh, I guess there was prize money and stuff. I don't know,
honestly. It never mattered to me. I guess it probably went to buy my
instruments and clothes and stuff," she said with another shrug.

Gabriel grinned viciously. "Then your mother will damned well not say a
_word_. Because that money is _yours_, and she's legally required to manage
it with your best interests in mind. If she didn't -- and it certainly
sounds like it -- she committed a _crime_."

She looked at him, confused and a bit worried. "Gabriel... it's just money.
It's not a big deal."

Gabriel shook his head. "It's not money, it's _leverage_ in case she gives
us trouble. Or Tandi trouble."

"But I never asked for the money," she protested.

Gabriel shook his head. "Doesn't matter. Any money you earn as a minor is
still yours, and she's obliged to manage it to your benefit."

"Why do you think she wouldn't? I mean, I've always had plenty of money...
it could have come from that," she said.

Gabriel looks thoughtful. "You have a point, I guess. Still, it's something
to keep in mind if we need it."

Angel looks at her and shakes his head. "Still... an agent could make a big
difference for you. A _good_ agent, one on your side. And my friend would
_so_ not touch you. He's very, very gay. Might be something to think
about... everyone should have a way to make it on their own, even if they
don't have to. Kinda, a safety net."

Gabriel nodded.

She frowned, looking at Gabriel. "I guess."

"It doesn't have to be that, love. But you should at least try it, and see
what it's like when you aren't just an... object for your mother's... I
can't even figure out what to call it," he said.

She sighed. "I guess. I just... I wouldn't need it unless... awful things
happened."

Gabriel smiled. "As far as I'm concerned, you'll never have to work again.
But... things happen, and if something happened to me..."

She wrapped her arms around herself, looking at the floor, markedly
uncomfortable and unhappy. "If something happened to you, I wouldn't care
about money. I wouldn't care about anything."

"Not even Tandi?" he asked. "Besides, if worst came to worst, you might
have to make it on your own for a little while, until I could get back to
you. But I _would_ come back. If Lissa did it, I can too."

Pandora looked up at him miserably. "I guess," she whispered. "But I don't
like to think about it. Besides... I don't think my parents would
_actually_ let me starve or anything. I mean, that would embarrass them."

"I don't like to think about it either, but..." He smiled. "I don't intend
to go anywhere. I promise.

Pandora smiled up at him, stepping close to gaze up into his eyes for a
moment. She reached out, straightening a fold of his shirt. "So... what are
we dressing you in?"

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "This won't work?"

"Um... Tandi's friends usually dress less... restrained... when they go
out. And you put me in _this_," she added, giving  him a slightly chiding
look.

Gabriel looked thoughtful. "I guess I could wear the pants..."

"No!" she blurted loudly, then blushed. "No, not the pants. Not out of the
house. Maybe some leather pants? Nice boots?"

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "You sure? I bet Angel would like the pants..."
He grinned. "We should get you a pair of the pants..."

"That _wouldn't_ be legal," she said firmly. "I'm sure of it."

"No, you'd _definitely_ need underwear. Something lacy, I think." He
grinned at Angel and Chris. "Imagine pants made out of something like
tissue-paper-thin stretch gauze."

Chris went red and ducked behind the counter again. Angel smiled and said,
"Sounds like it'd  fit right in at some of the parties I've seen... but
maybe not a public club."

"Well... maybe not." He looked around. "Maybe those latex pants? And those
boots?"

"Latex?" Pandora licked her lips. "It probably won't fit, but... oooooh
nice boots..."

Gabriel looked at it thoughtfully. "Let's find two or three things for me
to try on."

Happily, she dove into the racks, moving towards the back of the store.

"Hey," he said, quietly. "Do you think you should offer Angel the same
opportunity Chris had? I'll need help trying on the latex pants..."

She shook her head. "Honey... you can't try on latex. It takes powder to
get into them, and you can't wear anything under them."

Gabriel shrugged. "I'll go ahead and buy them, then. I mean, if we can
_make_ clothes, surely we can figure out a way to make them fit if they
don't."

She looked at them, holding them up to him. "I think, miraculously, that
they will. I didn't expect that... maybe elves have some sorta super-luck
thing, because there's no way they ought to have a pair of size 28-40's _on
the rack_."

He laughed. "Well, you definitely count as super-luck, so maybe you have
something."

She gave him a heart-melting smile and handed him a bit of black, stretchy
lace on a hanger.

Gabriel took the lace and the pants. "What else? And you never answered my
question."

She looked puzzled. "What question?"

"About Angel?" he asked.

"I did... you can't try them on."

"Sure I can. I'd just have to buy them whether they fit or not."

"But you can't _get into_ them. Not without powder. It's just not
possible," she said.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "You seem to know a lot about the subject."

She blushed. "Well... one of the photo-shoots I did had a lot of latex,
including this full-body thing? It took, like, half an _hour_ just to get
it _on_. But it did look good..."

He grinned. "You have copies of those pictures? Seriously, though, I bet
that they have the powder if they sell the clothes, right?"

"I didn't see any. And it's just baby powder, so it's not like it's hard to
find... most people already have it at home. And they wouldn't expect
people to want to try them on here; or wouldn't let them do so. As to the
pictures..." She hesitated. "Um... I'm not sure. Mom keeps an album with
just about everything in it, so probably. They were pretty good, I
thought."

"Well..." Gabriel chuckled. "If it was possible, would it be a good idea?"

"I... don't know? I think I'd be okay with it, but... it'd be kinda
disturbing, too. Embarrassing. I know that's silly, but it just feels that
way," she said.

"Embarrassing how?" he asked.

"I... I'd be all alone."

"Why? You could be standing out here watching."

"Then I'd feel like... um... a voyeur. Or something. _Dirty_." She smiled
at him weakly. "I'm kinda having to figure all this out as I go along;
that's why it doesn't make much sense. I hope."

"You wouldn't like just watching?" he asked. "Although..." He looked at the
pants dubiously. "If these _are_ gonna fit, it might take more than one
person's help to get in them."

"They'll fit. I'm pretty sure. You'll just have to lay down to get them
on." She smiled. "I can help. And... I don't think I would like _just_
watching. That idea... well, it sort of feels... it kinda hurts," she
admitted softly.

"Okay." He smiled. "But you think that if you helped, you'd like him to
help too?"

"I... maybe? I'm not sure. If..." She broke off, blushing.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "If?"

The blush intensified. "If... if you _ordered_ me to watch, that would
be... different," she whispered.

He grinned. "Oooooh...._I_ see. If I told you to stand over by the mirror
and watch him help me try the latex pants on... that would make your
nipples all hard? And your cunt wet? You realize that if you got _too_ wet,
with that skirt on, Chris would be able to see?"

"I... I... please..."

"What's wrong, love?" He looked at her, suddenly serious. "Am I pushing too
hard?"

She bit her lip, dropping her gaze to the floor. "no, sir," she said very,
very quietly, "i'll do whatever you want."

"Then why are you scared? What's wrong?" he asked, cupping her cheek.

She closed her eyes, trembling. "It would turn me on. B... but..."

"But?"

"But I... I would be embarrassed. Enough that it would hurt, too." She
turned confused green eyes up to him. "I don't understand... I know it
would turn me on. How can something that would hurt, that I don't want turn
me on?"

"Lots of people have fantasies they wouldn't actually want to happen in
real life, even if they make them cum _really_ hard," he said.

"I... I know. I think. But I just don't see the difference. I mean,
embarrassed is embarrassed, isn't it?" she asked.

Gabriel shook his head. "No. There's good embarrassed, like when you had to
give Angel the note, and there's bad embarrassed, like when people at
school make fun of you."

"But... it's the same emotion."

He shook his head again. "It's not, really. Or maybe it's that one is, oh,
embarrassment and sexiness, and the other is embarrassment and shame, or
something."

She shook her head. "But... I _would_ do it. And I _know_ I'd get turned
on. So I don't really have any right to get upset about it."

Gabriel put his hand on her shoulder. "Yes, you do. Just because something
turns you on doesn't mean you actually want to do it. You've read enough
online to know that."

"Yes, but we're not talking about something like being raped or something,"
she insisted. "It's just a little thing, not dangerous, not physically
painful, just embarrassing. If it turns me on, it shouldn't bother me."

"Exactly," he said quietly. "Not _physically_ painful. Emotionally painful.
It makes you feel trashy. Didn't I promise I'd never do that to you?"

"But it's just stupid. Something I ought to get over."

"Do you know _why_ it makes you feel trashy?" he asked. "If not, how could
you get over it? Maybe there's a good reason, or maybe it reminds you of
something you had to put up with because of your mother, or... if you don't
know _why_ it makes you feel bad, how can you say it's stupid?"

She looked down. "It's just a little thing... and if it was important, I
_should_ know, right?"

"Lissa didn't know she was gay until two and a half years ago, and I'd say
that was pretty important, wouldn't you?" he asked. "Love, it's not that
simple; it never is when your emotions are involved. And you haven't had a
chance to figure out why, because this is the first time you've run into
it. Maybe all it is is that you need to be tied up while you watch; who
knows? We can't, yet, because we haven't had time to find out."

"I just... don't want to disappoint you."

Gabriel shook his head. "You haven't, love, not at all. Not even a little
bit."

She bit her lip, peeking up at him. "Yet."

"Love, as long as you _try_, and as long as you're honest with me about
what you feel, you _can't_ disappoint me," he said. "I mean it."

She smiled at him, eyes soft. "I love you so much."

He smiled back at her. "I love you too." He took down the pants. "Oooh," he
said, reaching back behind the rack and unhooking something. "I'm buying
this. Right now."

She raised up on tiptoe, trying to see. "What?"

Gabriel pulled out the latex cat-suit. "This. Oh, _man_." He looked at her
thoughtfully. "Honest answer time. Did you enjoy having Chris help you get
the corset on? Was he respectful and nice?"

She blushed bright red. "He was nice. But it was okay because, well, it
wasn't _much_, you know?"

"Okay." He tilted his head, thinking, for a moment. "Would you like me to
have him help you into this? That's more, but is it too much more, not too
much more, barely too much more..."

"No! Please no... you have to totally strip and lay down and wiggle and
your legs are all bound together until it's up to your hips and... please
don't," she begged.

Gabriel touched her cheek. "Of course not, love. It makes you feel too
vulnerable, right?"

"I... it scares me. A lot," she whispered.

"Then I won't make you do it. I want to _push_ your limits, not break them.
How about if he just watched me help you into it?" he asked.

"From... a few feet away, right?" she asked, nipples tightening.

Gabriel nodded. "You like that idea, don't you? It really turns you on,
doesn't it?"

She nodded shakily.

"I might just send him over to the store next door for a blindfold, so that
you can't tell if he's there or not. I might even let him come close enough
to get a good look, but I won't let him get close enough to touch you while
you're naked," he said.

She shivered, reaching for his arm as her knees grew weak. "yessir... oh
please..."

He smiled. "I definitely won't let him get close enough to touch you while
you're completely naked. I might have him help me get it zipped up or
something, though. Like he did with the corset. Maybe he could get the top
adjusted while I got the crotch and legs adjusted."

She looked uncertain. "You'd be... you wouldn't be... um... free to deal
with things."

"I'd make sure that I always had at least one hand free and the other one
nearly free," he said. "I _won't_ let you get hurt."

"O-okay, I can handle that, I guess."

Gabriel smiled. "Good. But I think you and Angel should help me into the
pants first, right?"

She nibbled her lower lip. "Yeah, once we have everything, though, so we
can just get it all at on--ooooooh what's this?" With a look of rapture on
her face, she reached onto the rack and pulled out a different pair of
pants. "Oh! Oh get these, these are _better_! A bit short, maybe, but it
wouldn't matter with the boots and they'd be _so_ hot." She looked up at
him pleadingly. "Please? They'd take help too, see?" She showed him the
laces up each side...._all_ the way up each side; the leather pants would
leave at two to four inches of bare skin along each side, and be skin-tight
everywhere else. There were also laces up the front, designed so that the
pants would be open with only laces across his stomach, starting just above
his pubic hair. The laces weren't tied, but rather held in place by some
sort of metal device the operation of which wasn't immediately obvious.

He raised an eyebrow. "These? Okay... It'll _definitely_ take both of you
to get me into them, though."

"That's okay," she assured him earnestly. "God these are hot, and..." She
grabbed a vest off the rack. It was the same soft leather, and had laces up
the side and front. "This will go _perfect_."

Gabriel grinned. "Okay. Then why don't you go ask Angel to help us?"

She smiled up at him. "Yeah, I think _anyone_ would need help with these. I
don't know how to work the little lace-holder thingamies. Grab the boots!"
she said, as she turned to bounce over to the counter.

He picked up the boots and the other items and walked over to the dressing
room, leaning against the door as he watched her.

She smiled at Angel, running her hands down her hips to describe the
lacings and pointing towards the dressing room. He raised an eyebrow, but
Gabriel could see him smile slightly and nod before following her back to
the little hallway.

Angel followed, with a slight smile on his face. "She said you had issues
with the leather lace-ups?"

Gabriel kept a straight face. "Yeah. Neither of us can figure out how this
is supposed to work. Think you can help her get me into these?"

Angel took the pants and smiled, then said quietly, "Betcha you really
_couldn't_? I have a pair of these at home, and it took me 10 minutes to
figure out how to work the fastener."

Gabriel gave a little shrug. "Even if I could, it's as good an excuse as
Pandora needing help with her corset..."

The boy grinned. "Possibly. But here, do watch, or you'll never get them
off." He turned them so the little engraved metal knobs on one side were
up, and put his thumbnail in the carving, holding the center still while
turning the outside. Until he started to turn it, it looked like one piece.
The outer ring rotated outwards, releasing the coiled lacing beneath it.
"Other way to close it again, then make a single turn on the inside until
it clicks, and it won't let go." All together, there were six of the little
knobs, one for each end of each set of laces. Angel loosened the others,
expertly tugging the laces out so that the pants were at their loosest and
ready to be tried on. "There we go. Now we just carefully put you in these,
and tighten both sides up at the same time so they're even. After they're
adjusted, you shouldn't ever have to mess with the side laces again,
fortunately," Angel said.

"That's... nifty. Probably horribly over-engineered, but nifty," Gabriel
said. "Pandora, love? Help me get my shoes and pants off."

"Naw, it's a _good_ thing," Angel assured him. "If you just tied them, a
quick yank on the dance floor and you're tripping on your pants. This way,
it still _looks_ hot, but nobody can 'accidentally' undo them. And the
little spikes on the ends of the laces swing niftily when you dance."

Pandora, without a word but with a surge of excitement that Gabriel could
feel almost like it was his own, knelt on the floor and started untying his
shoes.

"I hadn't thought of that. That makes a _lot_ of sense," he said.

Pandora kept her head down as she removed first one shoe then the other,
then straightened up on her knees, peeking quickly up at him as she
unfastened his pants.

"Well, you can't exactly wear anything _under_ these. So you don't want to
lose them unexpectedly," Angel said, carefully not quite watching Pandora's
hands.

Gabriel smiled. "Yeah. At least latex won't just fall off."

"No, but it _can_ split. Rather, ah, explosively."

"I hadn't realized that," Gabriel said. "Something I should keep in mind."

Slowly, Pandora unbuttoned the pants. Before sliding them off, though, she
stopped, looking up at him questioningly.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow questioningly.

With a thumb slid inside the band, she caressed his bare skin, and he
realized she was hesitating because he wasn't wearing anything underneath,
and she wasn't sure if he remembered that. He gave her a slight nod, and
she slid her hands under the band, spreading open the front and letting the
soft, flexible material slide down his hips.

Angel flushed, turning his eyes to the back of the stall, a bit uncertain
how to react. Of course, there was a mirror on that wall which gave an
excellent view of Gabriel's ass... that may have had something to do with
it.

Gabriel licked his lips. "You can help," he said quietly, his cock
hardening. "If you want to, I mean."

The boy glanced down at Pandora nervously. She looked up at him, trembling
slightly, and nodded. "It's okay," she said softly. "Really."

Gabriel nodded as well. "Really," he said. "She wouldn't have asked for
help if it wasn't."

Carefully, still not quite certain but unable to resist temptation, Angel
slid to one knee beside Pandora, the leather pants spread across his other
knee. "Go on," he said softly, and watched her hands as she slowly, slowly
slid the pants the rest of the way down to Gabriel's thighs. He licked his
lips, breath catching in his throat for a moment as she pulled them gently
the rest of the way down and Gabriel raised one foot, then the other to let
her remove them, his cock brushing against her soft brown curls as she bent
her head to her task.

Gabriel's face was flushed, and his cock was hard as he looked down at
Angel and Pandora. "Oh, _god_." He licked his lips, and Pandora whimpered,
leaning her flushed cheek against his thigh.

Angel closed his eyes, face going red, trembling ever so slightly.

"The... pants?" Gabriel said, swallowing.

"R-right," Angel said, tightly. "Have a seat."

Gabriel sat down on the little bench across the back of the fitting room,
somewhat shakily.

Angel straightened the pants out and slid one hand under Gabriel's calf.
"Here, careful not to snag the laces," he said quietly, nodding to Pandora
to help with feeding the other leg into the leather sheath. "There we
go..." The leather was soft and flexible, and the two pairs of hands gentle
as they tugged it until it was bunched around his knees. "Now, stand up
again?" the boy asked Gabriel.

Gabriel stood, his cock brushing the kneeling boy's face as he did so, and
he held on to the door-frame, needing its support.

Angel moaned, starting to shake, and turned dazed grey eyes up to look at
him. He rubbed his cheek against Gabriel's cock, unable to stop himself
from doing so, and shivered with pleasure.

Gabriel sucked in a breath, his cock twitching, and he couldn't stop an
involuntary motion of his hips, sliding his cock along Angel's cheek.

Pandora watched, wide-eyed, and squeezed her legs together with a little
whimper.

Angel turned his head, brushing his lips along the length of Gabriel's
cock. Gabriel sucked in a breath, and his hands moved towards Angel's head
before he stopped them with a pure effort of will, biting his lip. He
glanced at Pandora, sucking in another breath as he realized how much the
sight was turning her on, and his hands settled lightly on Angel's head
before he even realized it.

Pandora leaned forward, laying her head against the side of Gabriel's hip,
eyes glued to the sight before her. Angel groaned, opening his mouth
against Gabriel's dick, his tongue flicking out to caress the soft skin.

Gabriel gasped, staring down at Angel's face, before gently moving Angel's
head back enough that he could slip the head of his cock into the boy's
mouth. The soft moan that greeted his action vibrated around the head of
his cock. Angel closed his eyes and slowly slid his face down, taking
Gabriel deep into his mouth, then deeper, the cock pressing against the
back of his throat then sliding gently inside. His tongue flicked out,
licking at the underside of Gabriel's balls as Pandora watched, aroused and
more than a bit impressed.

Gabriel's hands trembled, and his fingers closed in Angel's hair, pulling
him further onto his cock. He let out a soft, shuddering moan without
really realizing he was going to do so, and his hips twitched, thrusting
slightly into Angel's mouth.

The boy's throat worked around his dick and he let Gabriel move him,
totally unresisting. His arm came up to circle Gabriel's hips, pressing
slightly against his ass, urging more movement.

"Oh, god," Gabriel groaned, his hands tightening further in Angel's hair.
He began to move, thrusting slowly, not sure how much movement he could get
away with.

Angel thrust his mouth down over Gabriel's cock, letting him know he could
be much, much less careful, and Gabriel groaned again, louder. He held
Angel's head in his hands, taking what the smaller boy offered, fucking his
mouth, looking the boy in the eyes.

Pandora sucked her breath in sharply and pressed up tight against Gabriel's
leg, rubbing her breasts against his thigh.

Gabriel licked his lips. "Do you want me to come in your mouth, Angel?"

The boy groaned, his throat vibrating around Gabriel's cock and nodded as
much as he was able.

"Oh god..." Gabriel took a shuddering breath. "Nobody's ever been able to
do that to me before." He glanced at Pandora. "You can touch yourself. But
don't come."

Pandora whimpered, squeezing her legs together tightly but shaking her
head. "I can't. I couldn't not." 

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? Just don't --" his breathe caught, and
his eyes widened. "Oh my _god_..." He swallowed. "Just stop if you get too
close."

Angel swallowed around his cock, his hips twitching in the air, and Pandora
groaned, pressing a hand between her legs.

"Oh, my _GOD_!" Gabriel said, coming suddenly, arching his back as Angel
swallowed again, and again, and again, providing sensations Gabriel had
never felt in his life. "_GOD_! Yes!"

Angel kept his mouth pressed down hard against Gabriel's pubic bone,
swallowing, eyes closed, arms around his hips holding him tightly, his
tongue working against the bottom of the cock in his mouth.

Gabriel shuddered for several seconds before pulling away. "Too much!"

Angel strained towards him, his mouth only reluctantly releasing Gabriel's
cock. A few drops of cum clung to his tongue, one pearly drop shining on
his lower lip. Pandora groaned and grabbed him, kissing him hard, sucking
that drop of cum into her mouth. Instinctively, he returned the kiss for a
moment before pulling away to look up at Gabriel, looking stunned, dazed,
and totally confused.

Gabriel dropped to his knees, kissing Angel hard, then turning to kiss
Pandora, then back to Angel. Pandora kissed him hungrily, hotly, but Angel
clung to him with near desperation and more than a bit of fear, as if
terrified by a world gone quite mad... but still aching with lust.

Gabriel pulled back, stroking Angel's cheek. "That was... that was..." He
shook his head, speechless.

The boy shivered, leaning into his hand. "Gods... what have you _done_ to
me?" he whispered plaintively, fearfully.

Gabriel glanced at Pandora, unsure what to say. "I... don't know. I'm not
sure."

Pandora was trembling, pressing against Gabriel, her cheeks hot and flushed
with need, too turned on to even speak.

"Angel...." Gabriel stared down at him. "God. Thank you. No one's ever been
able to do that before."

"I've never... I don't... I'm not like this!" The boy was honestly upset.
"I sub, but I'm not _a_ sub. And I'm not... not a slut... I just don't
understand."

Gabriel bit his lip. "I... god, Angel..." He took a deep breath. "I know at
least part of it. And I can explain that part. But... not here, and not
now. Um..." He looked at Pandora. "Would it be okay if he came over tonight
so I can explain?"

"I..." Pandora hesitated. "You said, if I was good you'd... there'd be
plans..."

Gabriel nodded. "I did. This wouldn't necessarily rule them out."

"Then I guess... it's your choice, anyway," she added.

Gabriel shook his head. "Yours too, love. You're my fiancee, and it's your
house too."

She rubbed her cheek against his thigh. "No. I'm yours."

He stroked her cheek with his other hand. "I love you." He looked back at
Angel. "How late do you work?"

"I... not that late, but I have to go straight to my other job, and I don't
get off until at least one, maybe later," the boy answered.

Gabriel thought for a moment. "That actually works pretty well. I don't
know how late we'll be at Blood and Tears, but at least that long, I
think."

Angel looked at the floor. "I'm sorry. I... I just don't understand." His
voice tightened, and he sounded near tears. "I'm not like this."

Gabriel pulled most of his aura back. "I know. It's _not_ your fault,
Angel. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine."

He straightened up, tucking a strand of straight, black hair behind his
ear. "Let's... let's just get you dressed for now." He looked up at
Gabriel, eyes large and vulnerable. "Okay?"

Gabriel nodded. "Okay. Will you come home with us after you get off work
and let me explain?"

Angel reached for the pants, sliding them up Gabriel's hips as Gabriel
stood, his hands shaking. "O... okay. Where do you want me to be?"

"Where do you work?"

"Down the road, at Dreamscape," he said.

Gabriel nodded. "Okay. Why don't we meet you there at one?"

He nodded, keeping his eyes on the laces.

Pandora tried to copy what Angel was doing on the other side, keeping the
laces tight so that the two sides would be even. She was very quiet, but
Gabriel could still feel the desire coming from her in intense waves.

Gabriel made a conscious effort to pull his aura back from Pandora, as
well. "Better, love?"

She looked up at him, startled, and gave a brief nod.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. I don't mind," she said softly.

Gabriel smiled. "Still... but thanks."

They tightened the laces up to the top, leaving a uniform strip of creamy
white skin all the way up. The pants hit just at mid-calf, but their
shortness would be covered by the boots. Then, Angel showed Pandora how to
wrap the laces around the knobs and fasten them down securely. That left
only the laces in the front undone.

Angel sat back on his heels. "I... just tighten it the same way. It
shouldn't be uncomfortable, just secure." He made no move towards the
laces, and after a moment Pandora reached hesitantly to tuck Gabriel's cock
inside and carefully laced up the front panel.

Gabriel looked at the vest. "Um. I don't think I can lace that by myself,
either."

Angel climbed to his feet. "Vests are easier. Just got to make it fit, then
the front is easy." He looked at Gabriel thoughtfully. "You're thin, but
pretty broad in the shoulders... narrow waist, though..." While he talked,
his long, nimble fingers were working the laces. "So tight at the bottom...
there, try that, and we can adjust it." He handed Gabriel the vest.

Gabriel pulled the vest on. "Should it be tighter up top?"

"And at the bottom... it should feel snug, but not tight, all the way up."
The boy tugged at the laces, straightening and adjusting them. "There.
How's that?" he asked, stepping back.

Gabriel nodded. "I think it's right."

"Cool. Now slide the boots on, then you can look in the mirror." Angel
smiled, recovering a bit of his composure.

Gabriel pulled the boots on, then turned. "What do you think, love?"

"Ooooh... oh that's nice..." She licked her lips, reaching out to run a
hand down the soft, tight leather.

Gabriel smiled. "So I look good enough to be seen with someone as beautiful
as you?"

She smiled up at him, but looked a touch nervous. "I... you'll be mobbed."

"We'll be okay." He linked his fingers through hers. "I love you, you
know."

Still on her knees, she rubbed her cheek against his fingers. "I know."

Gabriel smiled. "We need to get _you_ dressed, now."

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