Robin had to help with the wardrobe since Cal owned nothing but jeans and t-shirts. No way in hell would the puck degrade himslef by showing up with a 'thing' like that!

Cal is toned and lean. The chili cheese dogs have not reared their ugly head...yet. Robin lent him a pair of black leather pants that buttoned on each side from waist to ankle. 'Easy access' pants the puck had called them with a mischevious grin. They were tight; like a second skin. 'No doing cherry pickers in these,' Cal thought. Robin had also procured some knee high boots with all sort of contraptions. They added an inch or two to the boy's height making his legs look long and sexy. A finely woven balck mesh shirt added the skin to the outfit. A pair of thin stripes down the front barely hid his nipples.

Promise let him a choker to hide the still visible marks around his neck; an every day reminder of a nightmare that did not go away with the sun. She also helped with the make-up.

Being so pale, he didn't need to 'white out' his face. The vampire applied a light powder; it made the young man's face soft and flawless. She forewent the black eyeshadow and used a deep shade of purple then lined the eyes with kohl. Cal's storm gray eyes beamed. She left his hair untouched save for parting it to the side so that a perfect, captivating eye was visible always. For his lips, she went with a shade between red and purple, bringing the whole look together.

Nothing, including threatening glances from Niko, took the grin off the puck's face from the moment he saw Cal. The boy could've sworn he heard a growl.

Robin swept in wearing an outfit ripped from a Regency Gothic romance novel. A long green coat draped over a matching vest and ruffled white shirt. Black riding pants and boots, along with the gargoyled cane, were not to be missed.

Cal couldn't cointain his anger, "Why are you dressed like that," he pointed at Robin, "while I'm friggin' dressed like this?"

Robin looked at him with amused eyes and spoke with a sweetened voice, "We have to send the right signals, Cal. This way they'll know that I have a toy and that you're being played with. Unless..."

Before his brother made an attempt on the randy goat's life and ruined their plans, Niko stepped in. "We better get going. We don't know when or how this guy makes his move so the more we can observe the better."

"I agree," chirped Robin. "Hey, no microphone this time? I guess not with Cal wearing that shirt. Unless it was taped some place else..." he mused.

"Robin?"

"Yes, Niko?" A flutter of eyelashes made its way into the blonde's name.

"Keep your hands to yourself or you'll be the one needing the tape."

I hope you're liking the story. I know the posts are not very long, but I feel I can write better a bit at a time. So please be patient. Thank you.