AN: I know I said I'd have an update every couple of days, but school has just been SLAYING me. This was the week that all my final assignments were due, and I was too wrapped up in those to get anything done in regards to this story. BUT. Here is an update to tide us all over until I manage to get back on my feet.
Pavel knelt by the bed for what felt like a small eternity.
Spock was fast asleep, his immaculate black hair mussed and falling into his face. His lips were slightly parted, and a few strands of black hair fluttered as he breathed. That normally emotionally mask was softened now, almost vulnerable in sleep.
He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue and let his eyes drop back to the floor. It felt strange to be looking directly at the man that had bought his loyalty and his body as quick as thought.
The sheets rustled softly and Pavel visbly flinched, his head bowing and his back arching. Spock stretched his bare arms over his head, his body arching up under the sheets.
"Pavel. Did James send you here?" His voice was still thick and languid with sleep as he pushed up on one elbow. "Why did I bother to ask? Of course he did. He knows me very well." Pavel felt those dark, depthless eyes sliding over him, taking in his uniform, his softly brushed curls, and his bowed head. "We are alone, Pavel. Do not be afraid to look at me."
The boy raised his head and looked up at the man. Spock's face was still soft, still without that mask of emotionlessness that he wore in public. His hair still tumbled into his face, but he reached up to rearrange it a little bit even as Pavel watched.
"Is... Is zhere anyzhing zhat I can do to help, Master Spock?"
Those dark eyes slid over him consideringly again, and his thin lips twitched into what might have been a smile.
"I think there is, Pavel." One slim pale hand patted the bedsheets. "Come into bed with me, boy. There is something that I am certain you can do."
A little stiffly, the boy rose from the floor and knelt on the edge of the bed. Spock, with surprising strength, grabbed him and pulled him atop him so that he straddled his waist. Pavel gasped in surprise, clutching at the sheets that covered his Master's chest.
Spock smiled up at him, holding his hips. "Something the matter, Pavel?"
"Of c-course not, Master Spock."
