AN: Oh my God, guys, I completely forgot about this story in the midst of some personal drama. But here you go, here's a LONG overdue update with some apology semi-smut to carry you guys over.
Most of Spock was still covered by the white cotton sheets, soft under Pavel's hands and lightly creased under the boy's legs. The Master stared up at him quietly, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Even through the sheet and the fairly sturdy fabric of his trousers, Pavel could feel the much larger male's hard length pressed against the inside of his thigh.
"M-Master Spock..."
"They taught you what to do in that place, didn't they?" As Pavel nodded, Spock pushed him down and pulled the white sheets out of the way. The young slave's bottom lip trembled as his eyes raked over the flushed flesh presented to him. "Then care for your Master like you've been taught to."
Green eyes flicked up to Spock's face. Finding no sympathy there, Pavel dropped his gaze again. His eyes closed as he leaned forward, wincing at the first taste of too-warm skin.
James had been waiting outside the door for either Spock or Pavel to emerge. When the door opened, the newest addition to Spock's household came stumbling out, pale as a sheet and barely able to stand. James moved to catch him and was rudely shoved away as Pavel made his way back to his room.
He caught the door before it could close and let himself in. Spock was sitting on the edge of the bed, his blankets tugged across his lap. "Master Spock?"
"He's still very new," the larger male said softly, glancing up at James with a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth.
"Did he fail in his duty?" James collected a shirt, jacket, tie, and trousers from the wardrobe, standing next to his Master to help him dress.
"Not exactly. He did what I asked, but he did not do so willingly." Spock held his arms out for the shirt, sighing as the silk glided over his skin. He lifted his chin a bit to allow James to do up the buttons and fasten the tie around his neck.
James bent down to pick up the trousers and slide them up his Master's legs, tanned fingers brushing against pale thighs. He spoke again as he did up the zip and the button. "He'll come around, Master Spock. I did... I'm sure he will be no different."
"Thank you for your faith, James." He bent slightly to catch the driver's full lips with his, just once. Taking the jacket from the blonde he slung it around his shoulders. "If you would... Have Nyota lay out breakfast. I have a few things to attend to before I eat."
"Of course, Master Spock."