"Thank you for your interest, Mr. Kirk! We are exceedingly excited that you have decided to come our way with your lifestyle! Hopefully we can find someone that will be a perfect match for you."

"Ah, no worries! Even if they don't mesh well, I'm sure I can at least teach 'em what I like. It's not hard at all!"

The young man laughed, his bright blue eyes closed to the world for a few moments, before opening to stare toward the manager. The manager was short, roughly five foot five, and rather large. His shirt barely fit, his belly visible ever so slightly as he waddled down the hallway toward two large double doors. The younger one was tall, around six foot, with sandy gold hair, which spiked in every direction. Whether it was styled purposely that way or just accident wasn't known, but it fit him well. He was lean with toned muscles. Covering his body was a tight black V-neck shirt, and blue jeans, the outfit completed with a pair of black high-top Converse.

It only took a few moments before the couple was through the doors. Lining the walls were several doors, with windows the size of papers near the top. Each door had a clipboard attached, with several papers clipped to them. Every so often a clipboard would be blank. The younger man tilted his head, staring curiously toward the different doors, before looking toward the fat man who waddled before him. He quickly moved forward to follow the fat man, his blue eyes locked on his back.

"So, Mr. Kirk, what is it you are looking for? I'm sure we can find her somewhere in here." The fat man asked, turning his head to stare toward the younger male.

He laughed, shaking his head some, hands going into his pockets. "Nah… I want a male this go around… Uh… I'm going to try something different, considering my last girlfriend was kind of a bitch. So what do you have in that department?"

The fat man paused for a second, before shaking his head. "Um… Of course, Mr. Kirk. Then we need the other rom. Right this way."

They turned, walking back through the double doors which they had entered in. Within a few moments they were in another hall, identical to the last. The manager explained that each room had a different occupant. He was allowed to look inside, and read the clipboard. He was just to inform the manager when he found what it was he wanted. He nodded, smiled, and shook the fat man's hand briefly, before starting to look from door to door. Where to start?

He walked forward slowly, blue eyes bright and excited. Deciding to start from the back and move forward, he started. First the right, then the left. The last left room didn't have any papers, so he assumed it was empty. Moving to the right room, he peered inside curiously. Glancing at the male within the room, he frowned. The man was dark skinned, with long auburn hair. He was nude, and seemed to be asleep. Shaking his head, the young male moved on to the room next door, and peered in once more. He could see the man pacing. He was pale, with a shaved head, and tattoos that littered his body. He cringed, and moved away from the room and toward the left.

He walked from room to room, looking into each room quietly. He would read the papers of those that he thought would be interesting. Though he still hadn't seen anyone that had made him grow full of interest. Sighing, he shook his head and stared down the hall. What was going on? There really wasn't anyone that would be interesting? Pursing his lips some, he walked back down toward the end of the hall, eyes flickering along the different doors. Maybe if he did a second walk through…

He walked back to the last room on the right. Peering once more into the room, he stared for a moment. Sighing, he shook his head once more. Turning to continue down the hall, he paused. The young man tilted his head, looking toward the last door on the left. He could have sworn he heard something. Moving slowly to the door, he peered into the room through the window. What he saw made his breath literally leave his body, blue eyes widening at the sight.

Sitting in the middle of the room was a pale skinned male. His hair was short, bowl cut, and jet black. Pointed ears peeked out from over his hair. He wore nothing, just as every other male in the room. A few bruises littered his body, and instead of being the normal color, they seemed to be slightly green in color. His eyes were closed, his face neutral. He sat with his legs folded, feet tucked under his thighs. His hands rested on his knees.

The young man had never seen anyone like that before. He was aroused already, and he had just seen the boy. Shaking his head some, he glanced down. No papers. The male shifted his blue eyes back up to stare toward the black haired male in the room. He wanted him. He wanted him so bad. He quickly moved forward and toward the office door. Grabbing ahold of the handle, he wretched the door open and stared into the room.

"Yes, ma'am, of course we can work tha- Oh! Did you find what you were looking for, Mr. Kirk?" The manager said.

He was now seated behind a large oak desk. In front of him was a woman. Though the male didn't see her at this moment; he wanted to get that male off the market now. He nodded excitedly, before moving forward and placed his hands lightly on the edge of the desk. He smiled and tilted his head lightly, before sitting down on the chair that was available, staring toward the manager with bright blue eyes. Yes, he was going to have this male, and he was going to enjoy every second of it!

"There is this boy, in the last room on the left. He doesn't have any papers or anything. I want him." The young man stated excitedly.

"I… I am sorry, Mr. Kirk, but-"

"I have already purchased the Vulcan."

Blue eyes locked on the female for the first time since he walked into the room. She was fair skinned, with a serious expression. Her brown hair was pulled up in a form of intricate braids and pins. He frowned, staring toward her for a few seconds, before looking forward and stared toward the manager again. He wanted to scream, to beat the woman. There was no way that he was going to allow this woman to take the one creature that he had seen as interesting in this entire place.

"Have you finished the paperwork?" He asked, voice demanding.

"Well… She just has to-"

"I said have you finished the paperwork! Has it been filed, and is it official?!"

"No…"

"What did she pay?"

"What?"

"What. Did. She. Pay."

The manager looked taken back. He wasn't sure what to say. The woman just raised her eyebrow curiously, before looking back to the manager with dark eyes. She pursed her lips, and shook her head, frowning. She stated that she was not going to just give up easily. She was going to take that boy home. The young man glared, and sat back, crossing his arms. He waited to hear the number, and when it came, a smirk formed on his lips. He offered to pay double, which the manager gaped at, and nodded his head willingly.

"I am sorry, Miss T'Pring, but-"

She smiled, a somewhat startling smile. He stared toward her, shocked that she was smiling. "I will double that of which he just offered."

Frowning, the young man glared, his eyes dark. "Double that. I will not be leaving without him!"

T'Pring frowned, her eyes darkening. She looked into her bag, staring toward a few things, before glancing toward the young male with darkened eyes. Shaking her head, she stood stiffly, and held her head up high. She bowed out, turning and walked toward the door, opening it. Pausing, she glanced toward the young man, her eyes locked on him. He stared back with those sky blue eyes, grinning toward her. Triumph was written all over her features.

"This is not over, sir. Do not expect to have won so easily." T'Pring stated, before leaving the room.

He turned back toward the manager, grinning from ear to ear. He stared for a moment, before smiling toward the young man. The fat one shifted, passing the papers over toward the young man. He glanced over them, reading quickly. He pulled his pen out, and started to sign and initial all he could. He grinned, and looked up toward the manager, before taking hold of the paper that held information on the boy in the room. He stood up, following the manager toward the room while reading.

Name: Spock

Age: Unknown

Race: Vulcan

He smiled, tilting his head to the side, grinning. So, his name was Spock. That was good to know! The young man tilted his head, glancing toward the manager for a moment, before he looked at the door. He folded the paper, and put it in his back pocket, before waiting quietly for the door to open. The manager pulled his keys out, unlocking the door easily, before he stepped back and smiled toward the young man. He smiled, before nodding at the manager and walked quietly into the room, his eyes locked on the figure in the center.

The door opening caused Spock to open his eyes. Brown met blue, and he felt his eyebrows pull together momentarily, before they relaxed back into the emotional state that his race was known to have. He stared up toward the blond haired male, his eyes flickering to take in his entire aspect. He had the man memorized within a few quiet seconds. The man stopped in front of him, kneeling down to where they were eye level. Spock frowned slightly, before his face once more became impartial.

"Hey there, Spock. My name is James Tiberius Kirk." He grinned, and from what Spock could tell his grin could reach his ears, "I'm your new Master."

Spock's eyebrow shot up.