AN: Okay. I know this chapter gets a little off topic, and the next few chapters are going to get off topic as well. There is a /point/ to this. Believe me, please?
"V-vhat? Zat?"
"Yeah. Master Spock makes us all wear one." James tugged down the collar of his shirt with one finger, showing the glossy, silver-edged band of leather around his throat as well. "It wouldn't be fair to put one around the throat of every other person and not have one around your neck."
Pavel swallowed raggedly and closed his eyes. James fastened the collar around the boy's throat, and it locked behind his neck with an ominous click.
"Master Spock?" James knocked on the door to his Master's office once before pushing it open. "The new boy is settled in his room comfortably enough. He doesn't enjoy the collar."
"None of them do at the start." Spock set down the papers he was looking over. "Thank you for your help, James."
James smiled and took off his cap, setting it on the corner of the desk. "You don't need to thank me, Master Spock. I'm just doing my job." He undid each of the buttons on his shirt, working his way around behind Spock's desk as he went.
By the time his shirt was discarded and tossed aside, he was sitting astride Spock's lap. "And you do your job very well, James. I have good reason to be proud of you."
Spock's thumbs traced over the old bite marks littering James' torso and shoulders. The blonde tipped his head back and gave a little shudder at the touch. "Thank you, Master Spock."
"Your marks are fading, James. Shall I refresh them for you?"
"P-please, Master Spock. Remind me who I belong to."
James arched as Spock's teeth sank into his flesh just below his collarbones. Strong hands settled in the small of his back, holding him still and keeping him from falling to the floor. Time and time again his Master had marked that same spot, until a permanent bruise marred his golden tanned skin.
The arch of his back relaxed a little as his Master released his flesh. James panted a little, his hips rolling against Spock's lap. He barely had time to catch his breath before those teeth were marking his flesh again, higher on his neck this time. The blonde sank his hands into Spock's impeccably smoothed hair, holding him there.
Spock eventually withdrew and licked over the bite to soothe it. James slumped forward, panting gently and shivering.
"Who do you belong to, James?"
"You, Master Spock. O-only you."
