Paul kept up his taunting little touches, the light brushing of his lips just barely there as he met Gabriel's gaze with the cool indifference of an idol, like the boy was revealing his secrets to a sacred statue that didn't care what he had to say.  It was all true, every word, and so much more underneath that he couldn't begin to voice; it'd kill him to try, would destroy him completely.  Paul did not need to know that Gabriel loved more than just his hands, his face, his voice...  Paul did not need to know that Gabriel loved<i>him</i>.<br/><br/>Even if he did know, even if he could see into Gabriel's mangled soul, the boy hoped Paul would never ask to hear him say such a thing out loud.  He couldn't live with it if his master rejected him; it was one thing to dream about heaven at Paul's side and knowing the reality would most likely be a swift drop into his own private hell, alone only with himself.<br/><br/>The last of his admittance faded into silence, the two of them staring back at each other like their eyes were mirrors... And then Paul made a decision.  He bit Gabriel in that soft, vulnerable place where his thigh met his hips, fast and brutal; his teeth broke the fragile skin, drawing blood in an instant.  Gabriel made a sound somewhere between a yelp of pain and a gasp of surprise, hitched as his thigh jumped beneath Paul's mouth and his back arched against the bed.<br/><br/>Paul let go and immediately bit again, a symmetrical, equally vicious mark on the other side; Gabriel cried out again, quieter now that he had already felt it happen before.  His body still twitched, muscle spasming beneath the iron grip of Paul's teeth, the taste of copper flooding against his tongue.  It hurt so wonderfully, sparks shooting through his groin and up his spine, blood starting warm at the source and cooling as it trickled away, and Gabriel's slim fingers curved at the sheets while his toes curled and his thighs opened wider.<br/><br/>His eyes were wide as he gazed at Paul, so thankful and so confused.  Had he been forgiven...?  Gabriel held his breath as Paul spoke, watching his stained, gorgeous lips and his divine dark eyes.<br/><br/>He called him angel; he called him<i>his</i>angel,<i>his beautiful angel</i>...  Slowly, Gabriel smiled-- that rare, real smile, unfurling like a flower, a blooming lily on his face.  It radiated with relief, with joy, showering Paul with unending gratitude and worship, and the fear started to melt away from Gabriel's body.<br/><br/>"I belong to you..."  Gabriel could only nod as the words slipped out of him, a sigh as the smile remained, so bright and pure and all for Paul.  "Only you...  Always you."