Sasha watched with fascination as the other man began to mold the clay. His hands were so elegant ... Such a contrast to Michael's legs. What had they looked like before? Probably long and smooth, exquisitely shaped. What was he thinking? Sasha shook his head quickly and chased such thoughts from his mind. There was something seriously wrong with him. Definitely.

"How do you like your water? Boiling, lukewarm, somewhere in between? Cold? I want to make sure that next time you have a bath you're nice and comfortable. And what other things could I do to make you more comfortable?" That was his job, to make the other man's life easier, to wait hand and foot upon him. He wanted to, he really wanted to do that. This wouldn't be the chore he thought it could have been.