AN: Hopefully the next few chapters keep a little more on topic than the last one. I know, I know, I'm not making much sense, but I PROMISE I have somewhere I'm going with this.
"Pavel."
He pulled the blanket back up over his head with a little groan. "Five more minutes..."
"Pavel, get up!" The blanket was rudely pulled off his head. Groaning again, the boy turned to look up at whoever had woken him. James stood over his bed, his hands folded over his chest and his lips turned down into a small frown. "I have to present you to Master Spock this morning and he expects you within the hour."
At the mention of Spock, the boy's face paled and he sprang out of bed. He clumsily caught the fresh clothes that James threw to him. "V-vhat does Master Spock vant from me?"
"Well, considering where he bought you, I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say you're going to be another of his pleasure slaves."
"V-vhat?"
"Get dressed, Pavel." James glared at him impatiently as the boy struggled into the tight black slacks and the ruffled grey shirt. The blonde reached out and adjusted the slim black collar around his neck. "I guess that'll have to do. Come on." He pushed the boy toward the door, chivvying him along by flapping his hands.
"James... V-vhy vould Master Spock choose m-me for a p-pleasure slave?"
"I don't really know, Pavel. And you shouldn't be asking so many questions. Didn't they teach you anything in that place?"
"Y-yes, but-"
"Then you should know to keep your mouth shut."
Pavel looked down at his toes in shame, keeping his gaze lowered as James led him through door after door and room after room. They finally stopped outside a set of double doors, lavishly painted and gilded. "This is Master Spock's room. When he calls for you, this is where you will have to come to meet him."
James put a hand to the doorknob and looked back at Pavel. "Master Spock is still asleep. You will kneel beside his bed and wait for him to wake."
The boy nodded mutely. James pushed open the doors and ushered him into the room. Padding over to the bed, where Spock lay facing the wall, the boy knelt and dipped his head. He winced as the doors thumped closed, shutting Pavel into the room.