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Gabriel

By Jesse Draven


Chapter Three



Matchmaker? Telekinesis? Mind-Control? Gabriel was spinning
around those three concepts as he lay fully clothed, save for
being barefoot in his bed. He didn't know whether to be pissed
off, annoyed or flat out ecstatic. In truth, he felt all three.

Gabriel had left Rachel and Holly down in the kitchen, telling
them that he had to be alone so he could think for a while. He
had also tried to get more information about SOMA out of her, but
she was dead set and determined not to tell him any more about
them until she got the OK from her mother or SOMA itself.

The fifteen-year-old was also trying to come to terms with
everything that had happened to him over the last to days. Two
say that the last two days didn't fit into what he considered his
`normal' life, would be putting it very mildly. The last to days
had sent Gabriel's mind into a proverbial hurricane. He just
wasn't used to it when he found out most of the things that
should have been fiction, turned out in reality to be face. I
mean, Telekinesis? Mind-Control? He thought, bemused.

And then there were the other things that had sent his
quintessentially impassive front into an uproar. One of those
things was his new acquisition of a new girlfriend and lover.
Gabriel wasn't new to love, but he was new to the
girlfriend-boyfriend kind of love. And he knew for a fact that
was what his feelings for Rachel were. He had no clue WHY, but he
knew he was in love.

The only other person that he had became even mildly comfortable
with (save John) lived about two hours away. Her name was Erica
Williams. Their friendship was still a little strange to him.
Strange, because he had almost took an instant liking to her. And
Gabriel rarely did that. The other strange thing was, difference
wise, they were like night and day. Add to that, she was two
years younger than he was.

When they met, he had just turned fourteen and she was twelve.
They had met at school, and wouldn't have met at all if it wasn't
for Erica's big mouth in the lunch room. The reason being, that
Gabriel tried his hardest to blend in and go unnoticed when he
was in school. The first words he remembered ever coming out of
Erica's mouth when he noticed her were: "I can't help it if
you're I.Q. is still your shoe size! Pick up a book, it might
help. Though, without osmosis, I think you'll be shit outta
luck."

Gabriel didn't know why the little fiery redhead took it upon
herself to tell the school bully this. A school bully that out
weighed her by about a hundred plus pounds. He found out later
though, and he couldn't blame her.

Who he could blame was the bully. After she said that, Gabriel
guessed that the bully decided it was really ok to beat on girls
just as well as boys. One right hook later Erica was laying on
her back, busted lip and all. Crying up a storm.

Gabriel got expelled forever from that school on that day.

It was one of those days that Gabriel acted without thinking. He
didn't remember the books he was carrying just fall helplessly to
the floor. He didn't even remember crossing the lunch room. What
he did remember was tearing into that bully with every fiber of
his being. He heard later that the bully stayed in intensive care
for well over six months. It took three students and two teachers
to pull him off the boy. Gabriel had every intention of beating
him to death.

The next day, Erica showed up with a fat lip on his
foster-parents doorstep. "Hiya." was all she said, before she
walked in like she owned the place. She also did most of the
talking, since Gabriel didn't talk much. But she didn't seem to
mind.

Ever since that day, they had been best friends. Gabriel gave a
smile at the memory. I wish she was here now, I could use a
little advice. He thought. Then looked at the clock. He had been
in his new room now for almost three hours, doing nothing but
thinking. All that thinking and he was still as confused as he
was before he came in.

And he was a little worried about what Dawna was going to do to
him for destroying a three thousand dollar window, accident or
no. "I guess there's one way to find out." Gabriel said to the
ceiling in a subdued voice. Since he wasn't mad anymore he was
getting more and more worried about how he had acted earlier.

Just as Gabriel got out of the bed, put on his shoes, and stood
up straight, there was a gentle knock on his door. "Yeah," He
called out, but not too loudly.

The door opened slowly and Dawna walked in slowly. Her face was
drawn with worry. "You're not going to ask John if he'll move
you, are you." Her tone was blunt, but anyone with eyes could see
that the woman was worried. Dawna watched as Gabriel shook his
head in a negative manner and let out an explosive breath that
even she didn't know she was holding.

"I guess you have a lot of questions, huh?" Dawna continued as
she walked over to where Gabriel was standing.

"Are you mad at me?" Gabriel asked as Dawna stopped beside him.

Dawna gave him a bemused look. Out of all the questions she was
expecting, that was not one of them. She let out a bark of
laughter after she figured out what he was talking about. "Good
lord, child. No, it was only a window. I'm just glad no one got
hurt." She noticed that Gabriel's usual impassive face had a
guilty look to it.

"I really didn't mean to do it."

Dawna put one of her slender arms around Gabriel's shoulders. "I
know you didn't, Gabriel. Even Rachel knows you didn't. So lets
just forget about it," She stated in soft and soothing tones.
Then she gave him a knowing look. "I'll bet that you have a lot
more questions than `Are you mad at me'." Her eyes looked like
they took on a little twinkle.

"That'd be a pretty safe bet." He replied with a hint of
amusement in his voice. He couldn't help but feel a little
comforted with Dawna's arm around his shoulders.

"Well, I tell you what, Kiddo, you come down stairs and have
dinner with us lonely girls and I'll give you as many answers as
I can. But you have to wait until after dinner." She stated as
she took her arm away from his shoulders.

Gabriel rolled that idea around his head for only a second before
figuring that it was more than a fair deal. "Lead the way." This
was stated with a small grin.

****************************


"Do you still think he's mad at me?" Rachel asked as she took a
seat at the dinner table. Dawna had just left to go talk to
Gabriel about ten seconds earlier.

Holly gave her friend a sweet, if not understanding look. It was
still a little unnerving to see her friend so nervous. Usually
the blonde girl had such control of her emotions that she might
as well have had them locked behind a steal door.

But when she told Gabriel that Dawna was playing "Matchmaker" and
he gave her a completely blank look . . . Well, it was a
completely blank look to anyone that wasn't paying complete
attention to the boy. But the tell-tell signs like the mild tick
under his eye and the intense clenching of his jaws informed both
girls that he was pissed, but holding it in, because he promised.
Holly noticed that it almost made Rachel cry when Gabriel told
her that he had some thinking to do and turned his back on both
of them, going to his room.

"He's probably over being mad by now, Rach- but I would imagine
that he's probably still annoyed. But you have to admit, he does
have the right." Holly told her friend in her usual blunt, yet
gentle way.

Rachel placed her elbows on the table and rested her forehead in
her palms, letting out an explosive sigh. "I knew nothing good
would come from keeping this shit from him," Then she sat back in
her chair, and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like
"Fuckin' protocol".

"You better be glad your Mom ain't in here, girly." Holly
replied, a low chuckle following.

That made Rachel smile a little, just a little. Then she took on
a more somber expression. "What I'm I gonna do if Mom decides not
to lay it all on the line for him? `Cause you know he'll be
looking to me for the answers. And I can't tell him because it
the stupid, fucked-up, goddamn-"

"Rachel!" Holly exclaimed. She had never heard her friend use so
many curse words in one sentence in all the years she had known
her. Not that she disapproved, but it was shocking,
none-the-less. She must be more stressed than even I thought . .
. Guess that's what love gets ya. She thought wry. "Calm down. I
think everything will work out fine. Besides. I think your Mom
will give him enough answers to pacify his curiosity and when the
time comes, he'll know the rest. Plus, I think most of his
attention will be focused on you and his training," Holly then
gave her friend a wicked leer. "Probably mostly on YOU though!"

That comment made Rachel blush a beautiful shade of red. So, she
reacted like she always did when her friend made her embarrassed
or uncomfortable. She reached out and slugged Holly hard in the
shoulder. Hard enough for Holly to fall out of her chair with a
resounding THUMP! But it was apparently not hard enough to make
Holly not bellow out with laughter instead of pain. Holly laughed
long and loud.

She became quiet when she heard Dawna's stern, if not a little
amused voice. "Children, I will not have these kind of antics at
my dinner table. And, oh my, aren't you a lovely shade of red,
Rachel."

Rachel was sitting quite still at the dinner table. It wasn't
because she was embarrassed any longer. To put it simply, all
Chosens can sense another Chosen when they are close enough. And
since Gabriel tapped into his power, and broken his proverbial
cherry, his presence was very strong indeed. So, she didn't hold
her head in embarrassment, but in shame for keeping secrets from
the boy she loved. Loved. She was quite certain that was the
right word, though she couldn't understand how she could feel so
very strongly for a person that she had virtually just met.

Holly cleared her throat a bit (trying to keep in another giggle)
and took her seat back at the table. "Sorry, Ms. Wilson." She
said as she looked up to see Dawna with her arms crossed over her
chest and Gabriel standing slightly to the side of her and a
little behind her. He was wearing . . . Yes, he was wearing a
rather amused smile.

Then Rachel watched as his intense Spanish-brown eyes set on
Rachel. Holly watched with a sense of satisfaction when the
amusement turned to concern in the blink of an eye. I'm glad he
loves her as much as she loves him. She thought with a slight
nod. Of course, she could see the cause of his concern. Rachel
was sitting at the table, head bowed, looking for all the world
like a whipped puppy.

Gabriel moved without thinking, his steps as graceful as always,
and sat down right beside Rachel. But Rachel still wouldn't look
at him. C'mon, Gabe, think of something. He berated himself. Then
he thought of something, but hoped Dawna wouldn't disapprove.

I'm pathetic. Rachel thought. She thought this because she wasn't
even able to look the boy she loved in the eye. But then she felt
his soft, but strong hand slip into hers. She watched her hand as
it was lifted softly to Gabriel's lips, her knuckles being kissed
in the most gentle manner. Rachel then chanced a look at his
face. He had a half-cocked smile on and one of his twinkling eyes
gave her a playful wink.

That was all it took. Rachel pulled her hand free, reached out
with her arms, and enveloped Gabriel in an almost bone crushing
hug. "I'm sorry." She whispered into his ear.

"Forget about it, Rach." He said back.

"Ya know, if I had a mush-o-meter I think this moment would be
off the scale." Holly dead panned. But then broke into a huge
grin. That was sooooo cute! She thought warmly.

Holly looked at her daughter and Gabriel fondly. <`Well done,
Gabriel.'> She sent telepathically.

Gabriel just gave her a nod, but couldn't keep the (what he was
pretty sure was goofy) grin off his face. While looking at the
now happy version of Rachel, he thought: I might have actually
done something right.

"Well," Dawna started, slapping her hands together. "Now that
that's over with, I think I'll prepare dinner."

***************************


A half hour after dinner, Gabriel sat alone on the huge sectional
sofa. His eyes were riveted on the orangish-red flames of the
propane fireplace. Deep thought was something that Gabriel was
used to. As were many people that do not talk that much,
preferring to hide in the back ground and watch as the world
plays out like a movie. Sometimes it would be a horror movie, or
it could be a low budget B Movie.

At the moment, Gabriel felt like he was trapped in a Sci-Fi
Movie. He was still holding his overall opinion of it until he
got his answers. "Hurry up and wait." He muttered to himself as
he watched the flames flicker.

`The Girls', as Dawna put it, told him to wait in the den because
they had some things to discuss. Gabriel got the distinct
impression that they were in their arguing over how much they
should tell him. Gabriel had prepared himself for as much. He
pretty much knew that Rachel wanted to tell him more than her
mother did.

What the `The Girls' didn't know was that Gabriel had came to a
decision of his own. He decided that he would go with the flow
with whatever they told him and would be patient about learning
the rest. Gabriel found out long ago that the old saying of `Good
things come to those that wait' was mostly true. But he also
found out that, sometimes, just sometimes, if you don't cease the
moment, it may be gone forever.

He hoped that this case would be the former and not the latter.

Gabriel's head looked up towards the den's entrance as he finally
heard footsteps headed his way. And in walked the three ladies of
his life. Judging by the scowl on his Love's face, he made the
educated guess that Dawna had won the discussion. He began a
silent mantra in his head as he watched the three ladies take a
seat. I will be patient, I will be patient, I will be patient . .
.

It was Dawna who spoke up first, trying her best to sound
cheerful. But if she had known Gabriel for more than two days,
she would have known that wasn't a very good tactic. "Well,
Gabriel, it seemed that everything that I was prepared to tell
you tonight, by daughter already did." It was odd to Gabriel how
the woman could sound cheerful and look annoyed at the same time,
but Dawna seemed to pull it off with flying colors.

Gabriel turned to Rachel as she began to speak. He was very glad
she wasn't trying to blatantly add fake cheerfulness like her
mother did. "Look, Gabe, I'll lay it on the line for you. If we
tell you too much before it is time . . . Well, lets just say
that SOMA will be less than happy. And it definitely is NOT good
when SOMA is not happy."

Gabriel gave his lover a cross between a frown and a scowl before
he spoke. And when he did, it was almost a growl. Rachel actually
flinched at it. "They'd try to hurt you???" Nobody but nobody was
going to hurt HIS Rachel. It might have been little chauvinistic
to think that way, but that was what his true feelings basically
boiled down to.

Dawna Gave a small wince, before she started again. "No, `hurt'
is not exactly the word that I would use, Gabriel. But they could
certainly make life difficult for us." Dawna heard Holly give a
soft snort and say something that suspiciously sounded like:
That's the understatement of the year. She decided to ignore it.
She didn't want to get into just how powerful SOMA was on this
particular night.

"But enough of this. Let us move on to more important matters,"
Dawna started again, giving Gabriel a very direct look. "Your
skills as a Chosen must be at an appropriate level before you are
to meet with SOMA. And since Rachel is your chosen Mate, your
training lies in her hands." When she finished, she gave a look
of silent look, as if handing the part of this conversation
completely over to her.

In truth, when it came to Gabriel's training, Dawna had no say so
what so ever as to how Rachel handled it. It was the law of SOMA
that the senior Chosen handle the training of his or her Mate, if
his or her mate is ignorant of their Gifts. They made the law
because it was believed that it would draw the two Chosens closer
together. And a happy Chosen was more effective for . . . She
REALLY didn't have any interest in thinking of THAT tonight.

Gabriel had a spinning with so many questions that he was almost
dizzy. But he was determined that he would remain quite until
they asked. Thankfully, Rachel seemed to sense this and asked:
"Do you have any question, Honey?" The endearment made Gabriel
feel warm in the pit of his stomach.

But that didn't stop him from asking. "Why do you need a Mate so
bad?" He asked this fairly bluntly. But he figured a little
bluntness was a called for, so he didn't feel a lick of guilt.
"Don't get me wrong though, I'm not complaining." The whole time
he spoke, his face was completely impassive.

Shit. He just HAD to ask THAT question. Rachel thought, sighing
inwardly. She looked to her Mom with a helpless look, but all she
got in return was a shrug that said: It's your call. I'm just
watching. Then she rolled her eyes at Dawna and received a
disapproving scowl in return. "Before I tell you, will you
promise to keep an open mind?" She asked, turning her attention
back on her Mate.

Gabriel gave her a brief affirmative nod in return. This was one
of the big questions in his mind. That and what the hell SOMA was
all about. All he really knew about it was that it meant School
Of Mental Acuity. But he really didn't think that he could get
any more on that score, tonight anyway.

"Ok," Rachel went on. "You have to understand something first.
There are only, and I'm talking at the most here, a dozen Chosens
in the world. So, basically, what I am trying to say is, I'm
trying to say- to put it bluntly, our kind is dying out. For some
reason, unknown to anyone, Chosen's are only allowed to have one
child in their life . . . And as you can imag-"

"Would you please get to the point, Rach?" Guess that mantra
didn't work as well as you thought, huh Gabe?" He thought to
himself with wry humor.

"Guess I was skating around it, huh?" Gabriel gave her a nod.
"Well, I need an heir. And only two Chosens can make another
Chosen." She then stated, schooling her features in complete
blankness, for fear of Gabriel's reaction.

I couldn't have heard that right. "You want me to knock you up?"
He winced at his bluntness.

"Basically,"

Oh God. Baby??? She wants to have my baby? His mind then began to
systematically shut down out of shock. Or at least it felt that
way. All he could think of was the word `Baby'.

<`You think he had a stroke?'> Holly sent to Rachel jokingly,
looking at how out of it Gabriel seemed to be. She vaguely
noticed that Rachel just sent her a dirty look.

I can handle this . . . Besides, the way their looking at me, I
think they expect me to blow up at the notion. And if the kid is
as cute as it's momma, it'll do the world some good. He thought
with an inward chuckle. Then he smirked at `The Girls'. "No
prob'" He stated.

"`No Prob'?" Mother and daughter asked in perfect unison and with
the same amount of shock. Both thought that it would take some
convincing. But Gabriel just gave him another shrug.

"Yeah, `No Prob' and I don't want to talk about it anymore. What
I do want to talk about is my training and what role a Protector
plays in it." Giving Dawna a reassuring look, he added: "And I
promise I won't pressure you for more answers until you are
ready." Dawna could only nod mutely. God, do I LOVE surprising
them!

Holly cleared her throat since and began to speak since it looked
like her best friend was still stunned by Gabriel's response.
Although, I *really* wished Rach would have gone over this with
him. "Well, me, being your Protector, will have to Protect you."

"That much is obvious," Gabriel said, narrowing his eyes. "What's
the catch?"

Holly winced a little and worried even more. She really didn't
want to be rejected, again. "I'll have to hang around with you
all the time. Like when you go to the store, or to the movies.
But also have to watch you when you," Holly mumbled the restout.

"What was that?"

"I'll have to be in the same room with you when you sleep so I
can watch you better." She said it all real fast like she was
afraid of his reaction.

Gabriel took on a look of contemplation. "If what Rachel said is
true, then why would I need a Protector?"

Dawna spoke up before Rachel or Holly could. "That's one of the
things we can't tell you."

Of course, silly me, wondering why I needed someone to watch me
when I sleep. He thought sarcastically. Is it up to me whether I
or not I have a Protector?" He asked Dawna.

"Yes."

Gabriel then turned to Holly with the full intention of telling
the girl she could take her Protector job and . . . And dammit.
The girl's eyes were misted over. He was pretty sure that she
could have known by the blunt way that he asked Dawna if it was
his choice or not what he was going to say. Now she looked like
someone sucker punched her in the gut.

Gabriel gave a defeated sigh. "Then I choose to have one." He
said, feeling like he should get on the next bus and have SUCKER
tattooed on his forehead. But then he was jerked out of his
contemplation of body art when Holly let out a shriek and gave
him a hug so tight that it cut off his air supply.

Holly released him and took a step back. "You won't regret it,
Gabriel. I promise." Blushing a little because she had just
squealed like one of those perky people she hated so much.

Rachel, Gabriel guessed, decided that she needed human contact at
that moment. Because she got up from her spot on the sectional
and sat, very promptly in his lap. "You're really ok with this,
aren't you?" She asked with a touch of wonder, looking him
directly in the eyes.

Gabriel didn't have really much of a chance to deny her anything
while she was in such close proximity. Those soft sea-green eyes
could melt steel, let alone any doubts he had. But then again, he
already trusted the blonde on his lap explicitly. He didn't know
why and, at the moment, he didn't really care. "Yeah, Darlin', I
think I am."

Rachel proceeded to look extremely pleased at the endearment.
Then she looked over at her Mom, and her features were set and
stern as she spoke to Gabriel but kept her eyes on her Mother.
"Well, since you have to be the cutest student I've *ever* seen,
I think we will start with the fun stuff first. Mind control."
Again her face dared her mother to contradict her.

Dawna just gave a defeated sigh and stood up. "I think I will
leave you children to do what you will. I have some work I need
to catch up on in my office." She said and started out of the
room.

Gabriel watched he Dawna walked out of the room with his brows
scrunched. He didn't mis the battle of wills that went on between
mother and daughter, but that was not what he was thinking of.
"Mind control, huh?"

"Yep." She replied.

"Even if, and I do mean `IF', it is real- who do I supposed to
practice on?" Gabriel asked, thinking they would have to go to
town to practice. But he still doubted that he could control
anyone's mind. But if he did have that skill, it sure as hell
would have saved him a lot of pain in the past.

As Gabriel looked into his beloved's eyes, he was a little taken
aback by the wicked gleam that appeared there. "Well, Gabe, I
don't think Mom'll let us practice on her, so . . ." And that
wicked/playful gaze was turned on Holly.

Holly shot up off the sectional like she had been goosed. "No
way, Rach!"

"Awww, c'mon Holly. You didn't used to mind when *I* practiced on
you." She stated and Gabriel was a little stunned to see an
almost leer on her face.

I CAN NOT BELIEVE SHE BROUGHT THAT UP! Holly's mind screamed,
while her traitorous face blushed deep scarlet. "T-T-That's
different and you know it! You know I don't like people playing
with my head." She stated, quite indigently.

"He won't play with you're thoughts, I promise." Rachel replied
solemnly, like it mattered, which it did to Holly. "He's only
gonna brush your emotions. And considering the particular emotion
he is going to `brush', I don't think you'll mind."

Gabriel had no idea what his girlfriend was talking about, but he
was starting to get one. And he was more than a little surprised
to see Holly thinking about it. He for one wouldn't want anyone
fucking with his head in ANY way.

"You guys won't rewire me?"Holly asked, chewing on her lower lip
as she contemplated the situation. Gabriel thought she looked as
cute as hell when she did that. It took away from the bad-ass
persona she seemed to radiate when she was around people.

"I promise," Rachel replied. "So, what'll it be? C'mon Holly, I
don't wanna go back to town and you would be *perfect* for
Gabriel's first, since he knows you . . . A little anyway."

Gabriel was starting to get a little annoyed that he didn't have
any say in the matter, but he kept his mouth shut. He really
didn't know what all Rachel would have him doing, and he was
willing to bow to her expertise because he really did trust her.
He just hoped, that if it was really real, that she wouldn't have
him do anything where he could accidently hurt someone.

"All right. I'm game. When do we start?"

Rachel thought a moment. "I don't think Mom would appreciate us
doing it down here." This said with very rueful insight. She knew
she was right. She knew this for the simple fact that she had
brought home a Normal and decided to "play" with him in the den.
Dawna was pissed. Not because of the fact that she used her
powers that way (Most Chosens did), no, it was because she did
not find a private place to do it. "Let's go to Gabriel's room.
Since my room is a bit . . . Drafty."

Gabriel looked utterly sheepish at her comment. But he also
looked a bit nervous. Nervous because of the amount of power that
Rachel said he possessed. He wasn't really sure that he was
secure enough with himself, considering what happened last time .
. .

"Gabriel, if you don't think that you're ready, or up to this, we
can do it another time."

Gabriel, being Gabriel, took that statement to be a challenge,
even though it wasn't. "I can hack anything you can put out,
blondie." He stated boldly, only to receive a devilish smile from
Rachel. Why can't I be quiet around her like I am normally with
other people? He thought dimly.

                                               
****************************


Gabriel sat calmly at his computer desk while he watched Rachel
and Holly sit on the edge of his bed silently staring at each
other, no doubt having a telepathic conversation. He took the
time to silently look them over while neither was watching.
Because, in his opinion, they were two of the most beautiful
creatures that he had ever ran across.

Holly's midnight black hair had a silky look about it that,
Gabriel imagined, made many boys (and some girls) want to run
their fingers through it. The soft looking hair fell past her
almost bare shoulders, to about the middle of her back. They were
bare because she had put up the leather jacket when they arrived
back at the mansion. And the tight jeans and black boots just
made her look all the sexier to Gabriel.

But he had to admit that Rachel looked just as sexy in her
t-shirt and blue jeans. If he was forced to say who was the
prettiest, he had to choose Rachel. But then again, I'm about as
bias as hell. Being head over heals for someone does that . . . I
guess. He thought. Gabriel was already accustomed to admitting
his feelings for the beautiful Rachel, and was fine about it. If
someone were to asked him if a person could feel like this for
someone a few days ago, he would have asked them if they were
crazy. But now . . .

Gabriel's thought patterns began to switch at that moment, to a
subject that made him *much* more nervous. What is Rach going to
make me do to Holly. That is if I can even do anything. His
thoughts added. He really liked Holly for some cause, and he
hadn't known her that long, so it confused the hell out of him.
He REALLY didn't want to hurt the girl.

Gabriel could lie to other people, but only sometimes and never
over anything important. But there was one immutable fact about
his mind that Gabriel was rather proud of: He could never lie to
himself. And he admitted to himself freely, he was more than a
little scared about what he could do. It wasn't a hunch. It
wasn't a guess. It was a stone cold fact.

But there was another part of him, a primal part, that was
rubbing its hands together in what could only be anticipation.
The ability to control minds, if that was true? The ability to be
stronger than any normal full-grown man? Oh yes, that primal part
wanted that. The primal part was the same part of his mind that
made him work hours a day on Martial Arts. It was that primal
part that made him watch his back, and took care of him in rough
situations. And that primal part *wanted* the power that came
with these gifts. It wanted the new edge it would give him for
the self-preservation it was certain he needed.

The world was lucky that Gabriel kept that primal part in the
back of his mind, releasing it only when needed. Lucky indeed.
Since Gabriel had arrived at the mansion, that part of him
quieted down more, and Gabriel began to trust more. He wasn't
sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. But as he looked at
the two girls on the bed (especially Rachel) he knew for a fact
that it felt good. Hell, it feels great. Gabriel thought with a
ghost of a smile.

Just as Gabriel focused on the girls again, Rachel seemed to have
finished her conversation with Holly and turned her attention to
him. "Sorry, Sweety, but me and Holly had to have a little `girl
talk' before we began." All the while she was speaking she was
moving closer to Gabriel, until finally she was on his lap, like
she was in the den. Only this time she planted a lushes and
lingering kiss on his lips. "Forgive me?"

"If you keep that up, I'll forgive you for every sin you've
committed in the past, present and future." He said gently,
giving her a warm embrace.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Lover-boy," She replied,
giving him another kiss, but only this one was light and quick.
To Gabriel's disappointment, she pulled back and stood up. "But
now it is time to get down to business."

"Rachel's right. We better do this now, before I lose my nerve."
Holly added, still sitting on the side of the bed. But she seemed
a lot less nervous than she did before, that fact was revealed by
the soft smile that was on her face. That made Gabriel feel a
little better.

Gabriel stood up as well. He looked at Rachel and thought: I kind
of like the take charge Rachel. "Where do we start?" He asked,
while still taking in Rachel's beauty.

But Rachel just looked over to Holly first, "Ok, Holly, you know
the drill. I want you to lie down on the bed and get
comfortable," She paused, turning to look at Gabriel. "I want you
to sit on the bed by Holly."

Gabriel walked slowly to the bed and sat not six inches from the
lovely brunette. Gabriel looked at Holly, her hands were folded
over her bare belly and legs were crossed. She looked utterly
relaxed. Then he turned his attention to his girlfriend and
would-be teacher. "With ya so far. What now?"

"All right. I guess I should tell you a little about what you are
going to be doing." That was when Rachel went into full teacher
mode, quoting things from the SOMA text book.

"What you will be doing is called Emphatic Manipulation," She
paused seeing the blank look on Gabriel's face. "You will be
controling Holly's emotions."

Gabriel gave her a slow, bemused nod.

Rachel let out a slow breath. "Ok, I'm going to walk you through
this. I want you to lay a hand on Holly," She watched as Gabriel
laid his hand on Holly's leg, just above the knee before
continuing. "Now, I want you to close your eyes and focus. Focus
real hard. You should be able to feel a link between you two."

Gabriel did as he was told and was faintly surprised when he
found out that Rachel was right. He did feel a link. He could
feel Holly's emotions. They were almost tugging at a part of his
mind. But he kept his eyes shut, as he listened to Holly.

"Now I want you to slowly open your eyes. When you do, you should
be able to see a plethora of colors around Holly. These are her
emotions."  C'mon, Gabe, I know you can do this. Rachel thought
to herself.

Gabriel did as he was told and was shock at what he aw. It was
like Holly had an aura made of every color known to man. They
were shifting and changing from light colors to dark colors
constantly. Except for a few that always stayed the same.

"Do you see the colors?" Rachel asked and watched as Gabriel
nodded and affirmative. She gave a sigh of relief before
continuing. "Ok, I want you to focus on the pink color and try to
make the other colors fade out." This is the fun part. She
thought to herself.

Before Gabriel did as he was told, he chanced a look at Holly's
face. It was flushed and a light she of sweat was on her
forehead, her bottom lip was also trembling in the slightest way.
Even though the girl was wearing jeans, Gabriel could smell the
girl's arousal. The fact that he could see two hard points helped
this conclusion as well. After processing all this in his head,
Gabriel found he was so turned on he didn't know what to do.

How he maintained concentration and did what he was told, he
didn't have the faintest idea. She knew pink was the emotion of
lust, the minx. Gabriel thought, thinking of Rachel. But he also
focused as hard as he could on the color and the others started
fading away quite easily. As they faded, he noted that Holly's
breathing was becoming more erratic and she was starting to
writhe beneath his hand. It was almost enough to make him come in
his pants. Which confused him, because he usually had better
control.

"Now, Gabriel slowly start to make the pink color turn red."
Rachel stated. She was breathing a little hard herself. The whole
thing was terribly erotic.

Holly was beside herself with passion. Rachel had done this to
her before, but it was nothing like this. Before she knew what
she was doing she was moaning and squeezing her breasts through
the black tank top. "Ohhhhhhhhh" She moaned out as a hand slept
down to rub her jean-clad pussy with great pressure.

Rachel was quick to notice the bulge in Gabriel's pants. <`Why
Gabriel,'> she started telepathically. <`Is this turning you
on?'> She asked innocently.

Gabriel on the other hand was beside himself with passion and had
lost his patience.

Rachel was a little surprised when Gabriel almo9st growled at
her. She knew this would happen. Whenever a chosen messes with
empotions, they themselves feel the emotions that they are
messing with. So she knew this would happen.

Rachel slowly unfastened her jeans and unzipping them. Then as
she sat down art Gabriel's computer desk, she let out a soft moan
as she felt her fingers findd her clit. "Go ahead and take her,
Gabriel. I know ya wanna." She husked out, the passion very clear
in her voice.

Gabriel didn't have to be todl twice, he was way past the point
of no return. He briefly wondered if he had broken a world record
in getting Holly and himself undressed. When he pulled Holly's
arm away (the arm that was giving her such pleasure.) Holly
moaned in protest, but after she figured out what he was doing,
she quickly lifted her cute ass off the bed so he could pull her
pants off.

"Hurry Gabriel." Was all that was able to come out of her mouth.

In under a minute they were both undressed and Gabriel was
hovering above Holly's body, his hard cock almost touching her
pussy. He looked her in the eyes and all he saw there was need.
So, without further waiting, Gabriel slid in smooth and hard.

He only made it about for strokes before Holly went into orgasmic
convulsions.

"ARRRRGGGGHHHH! CUUUUUMMMMMMIIIINNNGGG!" Holly screamed. Her
finger nails dug into his back and her legs had his waist in an
unbreakable vice like grip.

The spasming of the wet, hot and very tight pussy was all Gabriel
could handle. He opened his mouth and gave a silent scream as his
body tensed in orgasm. When it was all over he made hoimself fall
to the side so he wouldn't squash Holly.

All that could be heard in the room was heavy breathing for
nearly thirty seconds. He looked to his right and noticed that
Rachel was fingering herself with intense abandonment. He took on
a wicked smile. "Now what do I do, Teach?" He asked.

The `Teacher's" answer was quite simple. "Me."










































                       


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