Charles looked at Michael, silent and pliable on the bed, waiting for orders. He glanced at the long table holding their toys and thought. It was a special night; not only Valentine's Day but they night they renewed their contract.

Everything had been discussed, openly and with no barriers. Michael would do as he was told, to the letter of the document. But it was an important night, a full one, and as good as Michael was at following orders he was also good at giving them. Charles had seen him in the boardroom, had seen how ruthless and strong Michael was. Had seen what the man could do with power.

He had to be careful of the wording. He would no more break the contract than Michael would, and he would not insult his lover by giving power where it was not wanted.

"I want you to please me," he said.

"Of course." Michael's voice was mild, patient. Perfectly subdued, the way Charles wanted him.

"How do you think you could best do that?"

Michael looked at him, seeing the question for what it was. What are you in the mood for, my love?

"With my mouth, my hands, my body." Lay here with me and let me touch you.

Charles lay on the bed, curling himself into the touches Michael wanted to give.