AN: I'm going to try and get at least one update every two days for the next little while. Since these are such short chapters, I don't foresee a problem. But at the same time, when Spock starts to warm to Chekhov I don't think I'll be able to do little jumps like this. Anyway, enjoy.
Pavel was roused from his doze by Spock's boot rolling him over. "Wake up, boy." He slowly opened his eyes; James was holding the door open for Spock to step out. The sky outside had deepened toward sunset, but after being asleep for so long even that soft light made him blink and rub at his eyes. He whined softly as Spock's boot nudged him again, raking over the whip marks littering his skin.
"Y-yes, Master." He slowly unfolded himself from the floor of the towncar and stepped out. The evening air was cool enough to make Pavel shiver softly.
"Take him inside, James, and show him to his room." Spock was already walking toward the large, lavishly appointed house at the end of the drive. "And then come to my room."
"Of course, Master Spock." James sketched a bow and waited until Spock disappeared into the house before turning to Pavel.
The slave looked down at the toes of James pristinely polished shoes. "Oh, don't be shy around me." Pavel looked up again. James had taken off his cap and was running his fingers through his scruffy blonde hair. "I'm not much better than you, y'know. Master Spock owns my body and my loyalty, just like he owns yours. I'm just... Well I'm his favourite, I guess."
"Is zat vhy he called you to his room?"
James' cheeks flushed lightly and he nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. C'mon." Putting his cap back on his head, he motioned for Pavel to follow him.
They didn't take the same path that Spock had. Rather than leading the boy to the main entrance of the house, he led Pavel across a path lined with smooth white gravel and up to a side entrance. "This way. I'm sure Spock wouldn't want you wandering around the halls naked as the day you were born."
The boy made a strangled little sound in the back of his throat and let his hands drop to cover himself. James just chuckled and held the door for him.
The next while was just a blur for Pavel. He was washed, dressed in a clean white cotton shirt and black leggings, and his tousled curls were wet down and brushed smooth. All in James capable hands, of course.
"One more thing, Pavel." James held up a thin collar of glossy black leather, edged with silver. "Master Spock would want you to wear this."