Gabriel let those foreign hands touch him, the fingers and palms unknown-- these weren't Paul's hands, weren't the ones he loved so dearly.  He listened to Paul shush him, like he was speaking to a frightened child, and just watched with growing discomfort as the man continued speaking to him so... so... so wrongly.<br/><br/>For once, Gabriel wanted him to stop.  This wasn't right; Paul shouldn't be treating him like this, he shouldn't be...  The man was positioned so that he held Gabriel close, leaned over the bed and now between his legs.  Gabriel's hips were starting to hurt a little, the lashmarks' stings starting to fade, the traces of the real Paul nearly gone.  The boy almost squirmed, kept himself from pulling back, but it was hard not to react to this... false sweetness.  This blasphemy against everything they had built with each other.<br/><br/>And Gabriel knew this was his fault: it was his fault for acting up in the first place, for letting himself get pulled into a sentimentality that he had avoided for so long...  Maybe it had been in part from Eddy telling him about his new love, maybe Gabriel was looking to blame someone else.  No, it was him.  Just him.  He had fucked up, and now he was paying for it.<br/><br/>Paul then threatened to leave, in that wretched soft voice that wasn't his, and Gabriel shivered, the tremor running down his spine and sparking along the red lines from Paul's fingernails.  He touched Gabriel's hair, just light caresses, and the boy wanted to scream.  His eyes were wide as Paul spoke, unable to hide his horror as his fear seemed to be coming true.<br/><br/>"I know, sir," he breathed, voice aching as the words slipped out.  "Please, tell me what to do...  Teach me my lesson..."<i>I wish you to stay</i>, he said wordlessly, just in his gaze, in his wide green eyes as they stared at Paul with a pleading gleam.<i>Please stay, please, please, please...  </i>Beat the lesson into him, brand it on his skin and his mind so he won't forget ever again, but<i><b>please</b> stay</i>.