This was a difficult chapter to write.

Jim went silent as he and Spock stared at the newcomer. The Romulan smirked at them.

"Imagine my surprise when I go to the same auction I go to every Terran month, only to find two Starfleet officers up for sale." He slowly approached the two as he spoke. When he reached them, he ran the back of his hand down Spock's cheek. Spock flinched and Jim went to stand in front of him. The Romulan backed off, laughing. "The Vulcan would have been fine. In fact, I was going to take him alone, but then I remembered the reports I received from an insider Romulus has on the Enterprise. I remember him remarking how terribly protective you are of each other. I figured I could have more fun this way." Jim and Spock both had a sinking feeling. "My name is S'Tcaevra. You may call me Master." S'Tcaevra walked over to a closet on the wall and took two plain, black pairs of pants out and threw them at Jim and Spock. "Get dressed. We leave in twenty minutes." with that, he left the room, locking the door behind him.

Spock and Jim looked at each other. They knew, full well, that, if they left this planet, the chances of them being rescued would go down even further. Their only hope was that the crew of the Enterprise would be able to locate them soon. After they put the pants they were given on, which was difficult due to the fact that their hands were still chained, Jim moved over to Spock. He had seen how that jackass had taken a shine to his Vulcan and he couldn't stand the thought of what that meant for Spock. Jim took Spock's hands in his own and, to his delight, Spock didn't flinch and allowed the touch to happen.

"Listen," he began. "No matter what happens, I'm here, okay. I'll always be here." Spock's eyes softened as he looked into Jim's bright blue ones. He nodded. Spock was well aware of what was likely to happen. He also knew that Jim would be there for him. He always was. Spock felt a warmth spread in his abdomen at the thought. No matter what lay ahead, he had Jim.

~x~x~x~

The subsequent ride from K'rellen to Romulus was a long and boring one. Spock and Jim were held in cell aboard the Romulan ship and left there to stew. Once the ship arrived, they were beamed down into a room of a large mansion. The room, itself, was large as well. There were all kinds of tools and toys lining one wall. In the middle of the dark-colored room was a large bed. Spock immediately felt nervous and physically ill at the sight. Looking at Jim, he determined the man wasn't much better off himself. They didn't have a chance to sleep as S'Tcaevra promptly entered the room. He had changed into a long robe that flowed as he approached the two. He removed the chains on their hands, but left the collars, to which he held the remotes in his hand.

"Strip." he ordered, walking over to a couch set up against one of the walls. Jim moved to challenge S'Tcaevra, but Spock placed a hand on his arm and gave him a look that said, not now. Jim sighed in frustration and kicked his pants off as Spock did the same. Once they were both nude, S'Tcaevra motioned toward the bed. Both officers walked over to the bed and sat. Jim was looking at Spock, the fire in his eyes dying as thoughts of what was about to happen played through his head. S'Tcaevra smirked at them as he spoke.

"We can do this one of two ways. As much as I would like to get my hands on the Vulcan, I also enjoy watching my pets play with each other." It took a moment for realization to hit them, but, when it did, both of their eyes widened. S'Tcaevra chuckled. "I can take him or you can, blondie. Your choice." Jim spluttered for a moment. He had no idea what to say or do. Spock was going to get raped one way or another, it just depended on who was going to do the raping. Jim didn't think he could stomach that. He looked at Spock who looked back with unbelieving eyes.

"No." Jim said, firmly, looking at S'Tcaevra defiantly.

"If I do it, there won't be much left to console." Jim gritted his teeth. He looked back at Spock.

"Please." Spock whispered. "I want you to be my first." That was when Jim remembered it, Spock saying he was a virgin. Nothing about this was right, but the least he could do was try to protect Spock.

"Fine."

"Good. Get to it." Jim looked around for a moment.

"What about lubrication?" he asked. S'Tcaevra laughed outright.

"You won't be needing it." Jim looked shocked.

"But he's-"

"You won't be needing it." Jim swore and looked at Spock apologetically. He swallowed before leaning in and gently kissing the man beside him. To his surprise, Spock returned the kiss. If they could play this right, if they could just try to ignore S'Tcaevra's presence, maybe this wouldn't be so hard. Jim reached a hand up and lay it on Spock's neck, his thumb caressing a pointed ear. Spock sighed into his mouth and tangled his fingers in Jim's hair. To his surprise, Jim was getting hard just from kissing Spock. He could tell his first officer was in the same state. Spock moaned slightly, breaking the kiss to slide further up the bed. Jim followed him, running his hands up Spock's torso. They kissed for a few more moments before S'Tcaevra sighed in frustration and rose from his seat. Jim looked up, protectively moving his body to cover more of Spock's. The Romulan silently jerked Spock's hands up and cuffed them to a chain bolted into the wall that neither of them had noticed before.

"Get to it." he ordered, walking to the foot of the bed. Jim watched him out of the corner of his eye until he felt Spock's chilled hand on him. He let out a guttural moan, looking back down into chocolate eyes. Jim reached a hand down to begin preparing Spock, only to hear a stern "No." Jim closed his eyes. When he reopened them, he saw a look of acceptance and something he couldn't quite put a name to. It made his heart ache.

"I'm sorry." he whispered, lining himself up. He was about to ease in when he felt a boot kick him from behind, forcing him into Spock, swiftly and roughly. Spock yelled in pain, eyes wide and unseeing. Jim squinted, pain in his chest intensifying, as tears began to prick at his eyes.

"Move!" S'Tcaevra instructed fiercely. When Jim didn't comply, staying completely still for Spock to get, at least, a small chance to loosen up, he grabbed a dagger from his boot and walked around the bed. He grabbed Spock by the hair and pressed the dagger firmly against his neck, under the collar he wore. Jim sucked in a breath as he saw green begin to drip slowly from where the dagger was against pale skin.

"Move." Jim had no choice but to begin moving, causing Spock to wince and whimper slightly. No matter what he did, Spock was going to get hurt, but he wasn't about to call the Romulan's bluff and hope he wouldn't slice Spock's throat right in front of him. "Faster!" The yell was accompanied by more pressure being put on the dagger. He looked directly into Spock's eyes, whispering an apology over and over as he set a punishing pace. The in and out movements became easier and Jim wanted to vomit at the realization that it was blood helping his cock move. He was ashamed that he still had an erection. He was well aware that it was a physiological response, but he couldn't help feeling guilty.

S'Tcaevra was grinning and released his grip on Spock's hair to reach down and pull his erection from his robe. Dagger still against his neck, Spock's head was forced to the side and, without preamble, S'Tcaevra shoved his cock into Spock's mouth, choking the inexperienced Vulcan. Spock close his eyes, but was unable to stop the tears from running down his cheeks at the assault. His body was on fire. He felt like he was going to be split in two and suffocated all at the same time. Spock's mind was reeling. His shields were nil and he was unable to block the barrage of emotions emanating from the two men. Deep guilt and sadness was coming from Jim and lust and satisfaction from S'Tcaevra. Spock was unaware of how long the assault lasted. His body and mind had gone numb some time ago. It wasn't until he felt warmth fill him that he knew it was over. A moment later, with an obscene moan, S'Tcaevra came, choking Spock, who coughed and spluttered before throwing up on the bed. S'Tcaevra looked disgusted and silently walked away, closing and locking the door behind him.

Jim realized he had been crying as well when a drop of moisture fell onto Spock's stomach. He scrambled off of Spock and moved to the head of the bed, tugging at the chains. When they wouldn't budge, Jim sighed and walked into the attached bathroom.

"I'll be back in a minute." he quietly told Spock. He looked in the mirror over the sink and took in his appearance. His face was wet with tears and his eyes were red and puffy. He sniffed and looked around, searching for any kind of cloth to clean up with. When he found two, he wet them with warm water. He first cleaned the green blood off of himself then walked back into the bedroom. His heart clinched painfully when Spock flinched at his touch. He started at Spock's head, first cleaning the cut on his neck, cringing as the image of what could have happened came to his mind. He then moved to his mouth and gently cleaned the come and vomit from his swollen lips and from beside his head. Jim felt tears come to his eyes once again as he took in Spock's lolled head and blank eyes. He moved on and used the other cloth, that he had rinsed after he had used it, to clean Spock's thighs and hole. By the time he was done, the Vulcan was shivering. Whether it was shock or the cold, he had no idea. Jim put both of their pants back on and curled up around Spock on the bed, throwing an arm and leg protectively over him.