Fic: Surviving Young Service Part 1/4

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Title: Surviving Young Service
Author: whiteraven1606
Artist: chosenfire28
Mixer: shadowclub
Series: ST XI
Character/Pairing(s): Kirk/McCoy, Kirk/McCoy/Spock, Kirk/various OC's
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 34,800
Warnings: Non-con, underage, threesome, kinky smut, violence and language. Also, I abruptly skip the Academy years part of their lives as I can't write Academy era without sounding stupid (yes, this is a warning as someone has bitched at me it needs a warning).
Summary: Jim turns to street life after running away from home. McCoy sees young Jim working the streets and after a time ends up taking Jim home. They adjust to each other and end up in Starfleet. After the events of the movie, Jim inadvertently cleans up the streets he once worked and gains a bigger family along the way. On the five year mission Jim's family continues to grow.
Link to Fic: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 or at my AO3
Link to Art:   http://chosenfire28.livejournal.com/171201.html
Link to Mix: http://shadowclub.livejournal.com/78152.html
Author Notes: Beta: nightshadow_t2 . This is a companion fic to Young Service. This fic starts before and goes past Young Service. They both can stand alone. Written for the 2010 startrekbigbang. I literally spent six hours getting this onto LJ and AO3, so if something doesn't work I'm sorry and I'll try to fix it in the morning. Right now, though, I'm beat and going to bed.




Jim sobbed as he slowly walked towards home. He hurt so much. Stopping to retch again, Jim tried not to think about what he'd just gotten away from. Their laughter still rang in his ears. He pushed up and kept going, wiping at his tears. He just had to get home. It was dark, but Jim knew his way. The house glowed up ahead. He stumbled and went down to his knees and gripped his stomach as he sobbed uncontrollably. He dry heaved for several long minutes.

He wiped his face with the dirty edge of his torn shirt. He heaved again as he realized his shirt was streaked with semen. He shoved off the ground and ran for home. He didn't care that the ground was tearing his feet. He wanted his shower. He wanted...He stumbled and slowed. He wanted his Dad. He doubled over and sobbed until he had no more tears.

He stepped into the house and Frank was standing there frowning at him. He froze in the process of closing the front door.

"What the hell did you do now?"

He blinked sore eyes and looked down at himself. He was stained and dirty. He started to tell Frank what had happened, but he was already walking away waving his hand.

"No. No, I don't want to know. You are not to watch any vid or use your comm except in an emergency for a week."

Jim's chest felt like it couldn't expand. He'd lost his comm unit. "I lost it."

Frank rounded on him and pointed. "You're nothing but a delinquent."

He sucked in a breath and doubled over to dry heave.

****

He slipped out of the house later that night with a packed bag. He just couldn't stay. Frank would send him to school in the morning and he wouldn't be able to walk down the halls with that group of tormentors. He'd kill someone and that'd just prove Frank right. Jim walked through the fields until he got to the filtering pool near the next farm over. He looked down at himself reflected in the surface of the water.

He hadn't even tried to clean up. He'd just packed and gotten out of there. Jim dropped his bag and stripped. He left the dirty clothes next to the pond and knelt in the edge of the water. He scrubbed at himself. He gasped harshly at the cold water as he tried to clean them off himself. Suddenly he froze. Jim touched the red in the water and blinked. He looked down at his body and scrambled out of the water.

Shivering, Jim yanked on the worst set of clothing he'd brought and walked away from the pile of filthy clothes at the edge of the water. He straightened up as he walked and kept going.

****

Jim slid off the freight transport and brushed off his pants. Jim looked around and tried to decide where to go. There was no going home now. He watched everyone around him as he walked through the city. He wasn't even sure which city he was in. He tightened his hold on the strap of his bag. It didn't matter where he was because he wasn't going back. Ever.

He saw a crowd of people ahead and he didn't want to get near that many people. He was still fighting the skin crawling feeling when someone touched him. It had only been two days so he was fairly sure it would lessen, but...He veered down a tiny alley and found a fire escape. He headed up to the roof. From there he could see all sorts of buildings.

Moving slowly he memorized the area as he looked for a library or information center that could give him a map. He found a diner that looked a little run down, but clean. He went down the back side of that roof and stopped two floors from the ground. There was a big vent cover in the wall near the fire escape. He reached out and tested the edge of it. His body didn't protest too much and it was only a little dangerous to climb out on the tiny ledge. He popped the cover and peered inside before climbing in.

He explored and then came back to the cover. There weren't any motion detectors in the vent, so they weren't housing anything valuable in the building. He sat up and decided it was a good place. He'd worry about winter temperatures and keeping warm later. He climbed back out, replaced the cover, and left his bag behind. He went the rest of the way down the fire escape. Then he went to the end of the alley, around the corner, and into the dinner.

The serving lady stared at him so Jim smiled charmingly as he sat at the counter. "Morning, ma'am."

She looked down her nose at him. "You have enough money to pay?"

He blinked. "Yes. Why are you asking before I've even seen a menu?"

She sighed and plopped a menu in front of him. "You look like hell, youngster. Every boy that looks like you is a body for rent." She poured him a glass of water. "They never have enough to pay."

He plopped a few credits on the countertop. "I promise I'll never walk in unless I can pay, okay?"

She smiled at him. "We'll see."

****

He slipped into the library's stacks and trailed his hand along the shelf. These were replicated books, but he didn't care. He found a corner to settle into with the books he'd chosen. He couldn't check them out because the library would require an ID he didn't want to give. He read as much about the area as he could stuff into his head and then he put the books back carefully.

Standing outside the library, Jim looked up and down the street. He turned down the alley between the library and the office building next door. He slipped the latch on the basement window and climbed down in. He looked around the storage room. Searching carefully, Jim found several places where he could hide money. He found a battered couch in the back corner and flopped down onto it, exhausted.

"You wake him."

"No, you. He's just a child, look at him, Ruth. His little wrist bones are showing."

Jim came awake in a rush, but stayed still. He listened to the two voices as they continued to argue over his head.

"We need to report him."

"And get him thrown in holding until they contact his parents? Oh, phooey, Ruth. He'll just run away. We're little old women. He could over power us easily."

There was the sound of someone smacking someone else. "You maybe, you pansy. He needs fed up some."

Jim opened his eyes as someone poked him in the ribs.

"Wake up." The lady poking him was very old.

Jim sat up and rubbed at his hair. "Sorry. I'll just go."

The other one pressed the tip of her cane into his kneecap. Jim went very still. She smiled at him. "Sit still, son." She waved a hand at him. "What happened to you?"

He looked down himself. He was fairly clean and he'd combed his hair before coming here. "Sorry?"

The other one dropped to sit beside him. "Don't apologize, sonny. Just tell Ruth and Tella all your troubles."

He blinked. "You don't want to hear them."

Ruth pressed on his kneecap with her cane. "Speak, son."

He shook his head. "I...I was bad and...now I'm here."

Tella pulled over a chair and straddled it. "Well, that was enlightening, sonny." She crossed thin arms on the chair back and sat her chin on them. "Now, we're old. We don't remember how to judge little upstarts like you."

Ruth frowned at Tella. "What she means is that you'll tell us why you've run away from home and we'll think about letting you use the little shower unit at the end of the hallway."

Jim thought about it. "Okay. It isn't exactly...It wasn't a good time."

Ruth nodded. "Didn't think it was, son." She pulled her cane off his knee and settled down near him. She made motions with her hands Jim took to mean talk and talk now.

"I was headed home from a dance early. The older guys thought I was weird because I hadn't touched the cake. They tried to make me eat some." He leaned forward and clasped his hands together to stop them shaking. "I fought and they held me down and stuffed it in my face. One of them got the idea that they should smear it in other places and it ended up somehow turning into..." He started gasping because it felt like he couldn't get any air. Ruth was rubbing his back and Tella reached out to pat his knee. "I didn't want them." He turned into Ruth's shoulder and started to sob. "I didn't. Then I got home and I just wanted him to care, but...I'm a delinquent."

Ruth soothed him and muttered into his hair as he sobbed. Finally the tears started to lessen and Jim pulled back. Tella was holding out a cloth. He used it to wipe his face and blow his nose.

"Sorry." He swiped at his face again.

Ruth grabbed his chin. "Don't you dare apologize." She shook his head just a little. "You will grow from this, son. You'll have a life and only the people you care to tell will ever know you were raped."

He flinched. "I was..." He stopped as Ruth narrowed her eyes at him. "There were so many, Ruth. I wanted to..." He shrugged and tried to pull his chin from her hold, but Ruth just tightened her fingers. "No one will want me." He could feel himself tearing up again.

"Oh, son." Ruth smiled. "Which one of us do you think was raped?" She released his chin and raised an eyebrow.

He looked between the two of them. "What?"

Tella gestured at him. "Which of us looks like a victim, sonny?"

He shook his head and that must have been the right answer because Ruth smiled at him.

"That's right." Ruth pointed at him. "You decide right now that you'll survive this. That you are better than that gaggle of idiots that hurt you. You will rise up and grow."

Tella giggled. "And, what, Ruth? He'll save the world while he's at it?"

Ruth whapped Tella with her cane. "He could, you old witch." Ruth pushed herself upright. "You can sleep here, son. No one else. No smoking, no food. Use the side door. Tella will go get you a key."

Tella smiled at him. "And you can read anything you like as long as you put it back." She patted him on the arm and went.

Ruth stood looking down at him. "Sleep some more, son."

He sniffed and lay down before she could stab him with the cane again. "I don't want food, Ruth. They made me eat and throw up while they..." He covered his eyes with his arm. "I can't not want food, Ruth. It'll get people killed." He knew he was mumbling as he started to fall asleep, but he couldn't do anything about it.

****

There were moments when he thought Ruth knew who he was, but she never said and no one came to the library to drag him home, so Jim started to relax. He brought part of his bag from the vent to the little chest that appeared at the end of the bed the couch had become. He read and fended off Ruth's attempts to get him to eat. When Tella would come and tell him that he had to eat or Ruth wasn't going to he'd give in. Ruth would hold his head on the days he couldn't keep food down after eating.

Jim counted up what was left of his money and sighed. He needed to get more if he was going to make it on his own. He couldn't keep taking like he was doing at the moment. Ruth had finally let him start helping out, but it wasn't enough. He locked the side door as he left. He climbed to the roofs and went towards his vent. He peeked over the edge of the roof above his vent to see if it was clear and stared.

Below him there was a young teenage boy being fucked by a middle aged man. Jim could see that the they were still clothed with only the boy's ass bare and the man's pants open. He tried to decide if he should intervened when the man pulled the boy tight to him and came. Jim watched as the boy was given money and the man walked away. Jim followed the edge of the roof to track the boy as he went around the corner to join several others.

Jim watched them for a while and quickly figured out they used the alleys on either side of the building he was on. He watched the amounts they charged and the things they did for and to various men. Jim climbed into his vent and sat calculating how much he could get in profit from their current rates. Then he thought through actually doing the things he'd watched. He nodded to himself. He could, he decided, it wasn't like anyone would want him as a life partner.

Jim went back to the library and let himself in the side door. He headed up to the stacks and found the books on sex and anatomy of the various species he'd seen the rentboys pick up. Ruth came by and frowned down at him.

"What'd you got, son?"

Jim held up the book he was reading. "I figured out how to earn enough to not have to go home.' Then he pulled the book back. "You aren't going to like it."

"Come on, son." Ruth thumped him with her cane as she headed down the aisle. Jim scrambled to follow. Ruth ushered him into her office and Jim had to move books to find a place to sit. Ruth rummaged around in a drawer. "You think you can handle being assaulted again? It'll happen if you do this, son."

He bit his lip. "I can't just do nothing and I can't go back, Ruth."

She nodded. "Yes, I know." She sat a small bag on the edge of the desk. "I thought you might decide something like this." She nudged the bag towards him. "I will let you do this and not scan your ass into the system to be hauled home on several conditions."

"Okay." He took the little bag and opened it. "Uh..."

She smiled at him. "First you will practice with that before going out onto the street. Second you will go to school." She shook a finger at him. "Shut up, son. School." She leaned forward. "And you will get checked over by a doctor. Often."

He started to protest, but she was already up and moving. He grabbed the bag and headed after her.

****

Ruth ushered him into the house ahead of her. "Sit down and be polite." Ruth steered him with nudges of her cane as she yelled further into the house. "Lisa! Get your butt out here!"

He sat and watched as a middle aged woman approached and hugged Ruth. She turned and hugged him. Jim stayed still and watched Ruth smile at them until the woman let go.

"Jim, this is Mrs. Killian."

Mrs. Killian sat down "Mom tells me you need a school that won't put you into the tracking system, Mr. Kirk."

He blinked, then looked from Ruth to Mrs. Killian and back. "How did you...?"

Mrs. Killian smiled. "Mother isn't exactly stupid and your picture had been on the new vids for a week. Are you sure you don't want to go home?"

He nearly threw up right then. He shook his head frantically. She patted his knee.

"Alright. I won't make you. I promise." Mrs. Killian produced a PADD. "Now, I can't access your records because it might trigger a flag, so you'll have to take some tests for me. You will have to come into the school at least three times a week." She looked up from tapping information into the PADD. "I handle girls that have been abused, raped, or for whatever reason can't attend any other school. You will ignore them and they will ignore you. Understood?"

He could see where she was Ruth's daughter. "Yes, ma'am."

"You will learn self-defense as well." She looked up at him. "What would you like to become?"

"Umm." He shrugged. "I don't know. I used to want to go into space, but everyone kept saying I couldn't because of my allergies and what it would do to my mother."

"Pish. Forget what they said." She leaned forward. "What do you want to do?"

He glanced from Ruth, who was making shooing motions at him, to Mrs. Killian watching him. "I want to be the youngest Captain Starfleet has ever seen."

Mrs. Killian grinned. "Okay. Good." She thrust the PADD at him. "Tests. Now."

He started working on the tests, sliding to the floor and setting the PADD on the low table in front of his chair. Above his head they talked over him, assuming he couldn't listen and think at the same time. He ignored them for a long while, until the tone of their voices caught his attention.

"Mom, he's going to be a what?"

"A hooker, dear. Don't you worry. I'll have him trained in no time flat."

"Moooom." Then there was a sigh. "You think he'll run away again if we send him back."

"I know he will. I wouldn't blame him either. Trust me that this is both the worst and best thing that could have happened."

"Well, at least teach him about timing and having a buddy system in place."

"Do I look like a silly old woman to you, child?"

He held up the PADD. "Done."

Mrs. Killian took it away and tsked over it. Then she handed it back. "Do that one."

He looked at the new test and sighed.

****

He helped Ruth step up onto a curb as they headed back to the library. "Who is this doctor you want me to see?"

Ruth smiled at him. "Tella's husband. He's a nice man. And he'll make sure your records stay private."

"Why aren't you making me go home?"

Ruth sat down at the end of his couch. "I'm not stupid, son. You'd go and you'd either die or disappear so deeply no one would find the body." She patted his knee. "If I didn't think this would amount to less harm for you I'd have packed your ass off home the minute you woke up on my couch."

He nodded as he bit his lip. "You were the one that got raped, weren't you?"

Ruth ruffled his head. "Not ready to say yet, son." She stood. "Don't forget to practice with your toy. And Tella can tell you all sorts of things you can do with your tongue."

****

Jim found a dead boy in the gutter leading to the alley the rentboys worked in one morning as he headed for his vent. He sat next to the boy's head and studied him. His knees and hands were scrapped raw and his chest as crisscrossed with cuts. Jim headed for his vent as the uniformed officers started to arrive. They bundled off the body and spoke to several people before leaving.

The remaining boys argued loudly about how many of them had died. Jim hadn't noticed that in the several weeks he'd been watching them. He must have missed somehow.

Jim started paying more attention to the men that were picking up the boys. He watched them any time he wasn't at Mrs. Killian's taking tests or at the library fending off Tella's attempts to feed him.

After a week, Jim climbed down from the roofs and approached the boys. "Hi."

They stared at him. The biggest one cocked his head. "You on the streets?"

He shrugged. "Not going back, so yeah."

The littlest boy grinned. "You could get paid really well for your pretty mouth."

The biggest boy elbowed the littlest. "Shut up, Bell." He came towards Jim and grabbed his arm. "Come on."

Jim allowed himself to be pulled along into the alley they used the most. The boy shoved Jim back into the alley wall.

"You know how to suck dick?"

Jim nodded.

"Okay." The boy opened his pants. "On your knees."

Forcing his body to obey, Jim dropped down and took the boy's half-hard shaft in his mouth. He closed his eyes to concentrate and started sucking. The boy tasted a little bitter, but not nearly as awful as the last cock he'd had shoved in his face. Jim pulled back and started bobbing.

"Oooh, shit." The boy carded his fingers through Jim's hair. "You're a fucking natural."

Jim mentally smiled. The completely embarrassing sessions of Ruth coaching him on that toy had been worth it. The boy arched and tightened his hand in Jim's hair as he came. The boy pulled out and tucked himself away.

"Alright. You can join us. I'm Ros." He helped Jim stand up. "Now, we have to pay the Baron once a month for protection with the service of one of us for a night. You'll go this month."

Jim nodded because he knew the newbie always seemed to get the job no one else wanted. "Okay."

Ros lead Jim back towards the corner. "What's your name?"

"J." Jim settled between Bell and another boy.

Bell glanced at Ros and grinned when he nodded. "Wow, cool. I'm Bell, this is Garat."

Garat nodded to Jim. Ros sat in front of Jim, half turned to see the street and Jim at the same time. Bell pulled out a small hook and yarn and started making it into something. Jim wasn't sure what it was supposed to be.

Ros lifted his chin at him. "You sure you want to do this?"

Jim nodded as a man approached them. Ros nodded to Bell who stood and smiled at the man.

"Wanna double date?"

The man slowed. "You and who else?"

Bell kept up with the man as he jerked a thumb towards Jim. "The new guy, J."

The man stopped. "How new?"

Garat nudged on Jim so he stood and went to stand beside Bell who was conniving the man. They moved to the alley and the man traced his fingers down Jim's face.

"How much extra to fuck him?"

Bell glanced at Jim, who tilted his face into the man's fingers. "Triple the normal."

The man nodded. "Suck me, child."

Jim dropped to his knees and quickly undid the man's pants. Above him, the man was biting at Bell's neck and shoulders. Jim sucked him in and had to force himself not to gag because the taste was nearly the same as... He forced the thought down and sucked hard. The man grunted and pulled him off.

"Enough of that. Spread them, child."

Jim shucked his pants down to his ankles and spread his legs. The man prodded at his asshole and Jim focused on Bell kneeling near them, stroking himself. He looked long and thin. Jim wondered if Bell would taste like the man or like Ros. The fingers at his hole became slick and shoved at him harder. Jim whimpered and the man started to pant.

"That's it, child, open up and let me have you. Fuck you until you can't stand. Until you can't get away from me."

Jim cringed and that seemed to make the man harder. He tried to relax as the man lined up. He still arched his back hard and cried out as he was split wide.

The man didn't give him any time to adjust, he started thrusting, pressing Jim into the wall with every shove of his hips. Jim started to grunt and the man pulled him away from the wall and pressed on his shoulders to force him to bend forward.

Bell gently pressed into Jim's mouth and Jim gasped as the first thrust in this new position was deeper. The strokes started coming faster and Jim tried to focus on Bell's gentleness as the man got rougher. Finally the man shoved deep and came.

Jim fell to his knees as the man pulled out. He grabbed Bell and shoved him against the wall and started fucking him fast and hard. From his position on the ground, Jim watched the man dig his fingers into Bell's thighs.

Bell arched his neck and moaned loudly as the man started biting as his neck again. Jim pulled his pants up and waited against the wall until it was over and the man paid Bell. They watched the man walk away quickly.

Bell turned to him. "You okay, J?"

He nodded. "Yeah." He didn't really feel okay, but he thought that was from not liking the man's talk. "Now what?"

Bell pulled him up. "We go back to the corner and wait for the next John."

"You call them all John?"

With a shrug, Bell lead him back to the others. "Usually. Like that one is the slick John."

Jim nodded and sat back down. "Do you usually tell one of the others that you're going to work one?"

Ros blinked and leaned forward to look at him around Garat's shoulder. "What?"

He pointed at the boy coming out of the other alley they used. "Like him...Did one of you know he was working and kept track that he actually came back?" He rubbed his jaw. "Or do you keep track of each other some other way?"

They all exchanged looks and Jim's stomach rumbled so he stood up. "You can tell me later. I'm going to go eat."

Bell dug into his pocket. "Here, you can have my share from that so you can get a whole meal."

Jim shook his head. "Just my share, Bell. I'll be okay."

They frowned at him, but Ros nodded when Bell looked at him so Bell handed over half the money in his hand. Jim stuffed it in his pocket and headed for the library.

****

He shoved his food in his face as Tella tsked and Ruth just ate at her speed. When he finished, Jim pushed his plate away. "I started today."

Tella smiled sadly at him and Ruth just nodded.

"You okay?" Ruth took his chin in her hand and turned his head side to side as she looked him over.

"Yeah." He pulled out his money. "Got this."

Tella poked through it with her finger. "Prices must have gone up." She looked at him. "You know where you are going to put it?"

He thought of all the hiding places he'd scouted out. "Maybe. What would you do?"

Ruth separated the pile in half. "You hide that half and let me put this half somewhere safe. I'll tell my girl where so if I bite it in the night you won't lose it."

She didn't really make it a question and knowing at least part of it wasn't in danger of being lost was...soothing. It helped make what he'd done to get it worth the effort. "Okay." He yawned and blinked when he snapped his mouth closed.

Ruth patted his hand. "Go sleep, son."

He nodded and went. He was really tired and he wasn't even sure why.

****

He followed the roofs and froze as he started down into one of the alleys near the working alley. Below him that slick John was fucking Garat and choking him. Garat was struggling feebly and Jim grabbed up the closest thing he could find on the roof. He hurled the small rock down at the John's head.

It hit him in the shoulder and Jim pulled back as the John turned his face upwards. Jim scrambled around trying to find something else to throw. He knew from when the John had fucked him a few days before that he couldn't overpower the man and Garat would be dead by the time he came back with help.

He nearly cried when there was nothing to throw, he even thought for a moment about his shoes, but they were too light to throw accurately. He scurried back to the edge of the roof and gasped at the sight of Garat on the ground with part of his head caved in and the John... Jim pulled back and retched as quietly as he could. He wiped his mouth and peeked again.

The John was still busy with Garat so Jim headed for the edge of the alley. He mapped the area so well he knew where each of the emergency triggers were. He climbed down and raced to the edge of the alley the John and Garat were in as he covered his hand with his shirt.

He slapped the emergency flood button as hard as he could and scrambled away as the flood blocking panel extended from the wall and closed the end of the alley. He wedged his hand into the panel for the button and burned himself as he pulled the main wire. If his hand had been any bigger it wouldn't have fit.

He breathed hard as he backed away from the panel. Someone would have to physically come and check it. They'd find the man and Garat. He bolted and didn't stop until Ros was wrapping a hand around his arm and asking what the hell his problem was.

He shook his head and slid down the wall next to Bell. They gathered around him and waited. He watched the emergency services vehicles go by and then even more as uniforms were called in.

"Garat is dead."

Bell sucked in a breath and gestured towards the direction he'd come from that the vehicles had gone in. "Killed?"

Jim nodded. "That slick John."

Ros made a noise in the back of his throat.

Jim stood up. "Let's go."

Bell stood and gripped Jim's sleeve. "Where?"

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "The diner. I, ah, need to eat."

Ros wrinkled his nose. "You need to rinse your mouth out too. It was bad?"

"The worst happened after Garat was dead." They blinked at him and Jim shook his head. "Come on."

They settled into the diner and Sue smiled sadly at them. "News says a monster was caught with his last kill in an alley near here. Was it a howler or one of you?"

Jim shoved Bell into the booth and sat beside him. "One of us. I can pay. We just need some food."

Sue brushed her hand over his hair. "Free this time, young man." She handed them menus and retreated.

****

Jim leaned back against the wall. "What'd she mean a howler?"

"Girls that do what we do. They are howlers." Ros pointed down a street Jim hadn't gone down much. "They are ruled by Thomas and he's hard. We only have to pay the Baron in trade. Thomas takes half a howler's pay and also uses them. He punishes them sometimes."

Bell picked at the hole in his pants near his knee. "My half-sister is a howler. Mom was one, not under Thomas though."

"How long have you being doing this?"

Bell shrugged. "Mom turned us out when I was seven and she was ten."

Ros rubbed his feet against each other. "I ran away at 14. I was taken in by the Baron and then turned out here when he got tired of me." Ros pulled his shirt up and showed them his back. "The scars are mostly from the Baron."

Jim fingered one of the bigger scars. "Same as the one I have to go service?"

Ros let his shirt fall back down. "Yeah. He's more careful now."

That didn't make Jim any less nervous.

****

He started watching the howlers too. He started making a wider loop to include them in his path from the boys' corner to the school. He was pleased that today Mrs. Killian said he'd start actually learning something new instead of taking tests. He was really tired of the tests.

He slipped in the door and stopped beside Mrs. Killian as she looked him up and down.

"Morning, Jim."

"Morning." He followed as she started down the hallway. He ignored the girls that moved to the other side of the hall as they passed. He was starting to get used to them being so wary of him. They didn't turn into Mrs. Killian's office and Jim knew that meant another checkup with Doc Adams.

They stepped inside the doctor's office and he looked up from the work spread across his desk. "Ah. Young Jim." He stood and came around the corner of his desk. "I'm pleased to see you aren't the young man they picked up from the streets last week."

"No, sir." Jim held still as Adams checked him over. "I'm fine."

"Of course you are." Adams glanced at Mrs. Killian who nodded. "I think you are ready to start working with Malcom."

Jim looked at Mrs. Killian, who smiled.

"Malcom teaches self defense and will probably also teach you to shoot." She took his elbow. "Come along, young man. I'll introduce you."

****

Jim flopped onto his couch with a groan. Ruth came and sat near him.

"You look the worse for wear, son."

Jim flapped his hand. "I was learning fighting today from an old man that kicked my ass. Then Mrs. Killian started asking me questions while he kicked my ass."

Ruth laughed. "Well, you'll thank them for it later, I'm sure."

"Oh, I know what they are trying to do, Ruth. I know that being able to think while fighting will be useful, but I hurt."

"You'll heal up." Ruth patted his knee. "Come on, son. Tella cooked dinner."

****

Jim sat with the others as they waited for afternoon rush. In the few months since Garat had died they'd had boys come and go. The ones that stayed, even Ros, where starting to follow what Jim said. He'd gotten them to start using a buddy system to keep track of each other and made sure they all ate. He'd convinced the others to let him be the only one to service the Baron each mouth, which hadn't taken much arguing.

Jim cocked his head as a small boy toddled towards them with a book under his arm. Standing, Jim approached the boy.

"Can I join you?" The boy looked up at him hopefully.

Jim knelt down. "Why do you want to join us?" He took the book as it dropped out of the boy's hold. He titled it and read the front.

"Dad said to find a big group of boys and stay with them. He said we couldn't go home because Mom didn't want us anymore." The boy's antenna quivered. "Dad won't wake up and I'm not supposed to wake him."

Jim picked the boy up. "Come on. We'll go check your Dad, okay?"

The boy nodded and tucked his head against Jim's shoulder. Jim went where the boy pointed and they came to a rundown building in the drug area that Jim generally stayed out of because of the stench.

They went into a tiny room in the building and Jim sat the boy down on a box. He approached a body on the floor and felt for a pulse. He looked around for anything that might be the boy's and started gathering it up.

"Your Dad isn't going to wake up."

The boy nodded. "He hasn't in a couple of days and I want my Mom, but he said she doesn't want me."

Jim picked the boy back up and headed back out. "How about we take you someplace that will talk to your Mom and see if maybe your Dad wasn't mistaken, okay?"

"Okay."

Jim carried him clear to the hospital and stopped just in front of the doors. They had scanners built into them and Jim didn't want to get too close. He sat the boy down and knelt in front of him. "I want you to go walk through the doors, okay?"

"What will happen?"

Jim actually didn't know, but he knew what he'd expect. "It'll make some noise and an adult will come talk to you, okay?"

The boy nodded and pulled his things with him as he approached the doors. Jim stepped behind the nearest tree and watched. The door changed colors and an adult in a white coat appeared almost right away.

"Hi." The man squatted down in front of the boy. He had broad shoulders and dark hair. "I'm Doctor Leonard McCoy."

The boy held his arms up and out. "I want my Mom, but Dad said she doesn't want us. Dad won't wake up and the big boy said the door would make noise, but it didn't."

Dr. McCoy picked the boy up and looked around. "Well, how about we talk to your Mom and see? You know the boy's name that helped you?"

"No. He was human." They turned to go inside and the boy waved at Jim who waved back.

He hefted the book the boy had been holding and headed back into the drug area to try to figure out where it had come from. It was far too good a quality to be something a druggie wouldn't sell off.

****

He followed the druggie back into a narrow alley. The man had been eager to give him info about the book once he'd flashed a few credits his way. The druggie pressed the book against a brick that looked like the rest of the bricks, but couldn't be because as soon as the book made contact, a door popped open.

Jim held the door open with his foot and gave the druggie the rest of his fee. Then he went in. Jim found himself in a tiny room with a camera in the upper corner and the outline to an inner door.

He turned around and found the outer door had slid closed behind him. He tried not to panic as the inner door slid open. A tiny woman stood in the doorway.

"Well, James Kirk."

He flinched and then he got mad. "How do you know my name?"

She pointed to the book he still held. "There's a scanner in the book." She gestured to him and he glanced at the outer door before following her. They passed a counter and went down a tiny narrow hallway into a large room.

"I'm Ms. Amberson." She pulled a vid player from a drawer and handed it to him. "I'm looking for my daughter. She was taken as she walked home from school when she was eight. She was scanned into the hospital near here two years ago."

Jim looked at a vid of a little smiling girl running around a green grass yard. "Why didn't you come get her?"

"They'd lost her by the time I got here. She was fourteen at the time." Ms. Amberson took the vid back and smiled sadly down at it. "If she so much as touches one of the books I've got out there I'll be able to find her."

Jim hefted the book. "Why a Bible?"

She put the vid player back in the drawer. "No one pays much attention to a Bible in someone's things. And very few people won't touch one."

Jim nodded. "You going to report me?"

She cocked her head. "You don't want to go, do you?"

He shook his head. "Didn't answer my question."

"No, I didn't." She sat on the edge of her desk. "If I thought your situation there would be less dangerous than what you are in now, I’d report you."

"How would you know?"

"I'm rather powerful, Mr. Kirk. In being powerful I may not have been able to find my girl, but I can easily check up on families whose children get scanned by my books."

"You don't think they want me back like you want her?"

"Jenna was treasured by me." She smoothed her pants. "Some parents don't treasure their children."

"She won't be the same. When you find her she'll be completely different."

"I know, but she'll be alive and there."

He didn't really understand that so he changed tracks. "What about the dead ones?"

"I make sure their data gets them home. And for the ones that are alive and want off the streets, but don't want to go home there's another place. Would you like to see?"

He nodded and she lead him to a transporter pad. He stood still nervously as they were targeted.

They appeared in a small gazebo surrounded by a huge green yard. Jim turned a slow circle.

Ms. Amberson headed down a path towards a huge house and Jim hurried to catch up. They entered the house and turned into a long, large room with a huge long table. There were children of all sizes sitting there.

Jim watched as they were noticed and the children all broke into wide smiles. They mobbed Ms. Amberson and Jim stood a little away as she was hugged and they all tried to tell her about their day all at once. A little girl broke away from the others and came to stand at his feet.

Jim looked down at her as she stared up at him. "Hi."

She beamed up at him. "Pretty."

He looked down at himself. "Huuuh..."

"Emily, leave young Jim alone please. I don't think he wants you to tell him his life, dear."

Emily's lower lip poked out and her eyes started to water. Jim quickly knelt down and took her tiny shoulders in his hands.

"Hey now. I'd love to hear what you have to say."

Ms. Amberson shooed the others out of the room as Emily smiled up at him.

"Yes?"

He nodded. "Sure."

She took his face in her tiny hands. "You will hurt and be loved. You must love in return even without calling it love." She wrinkled her nose. "You'll meet young and old and not, but both." Her eyes widened. "You'll save the world."

He blinked and started to pull away, but her fingers tightened.

"You will be most important to another and come to love them both." She grinned. "Don't screw it up." She let go if his face and blinked again. "Did I make sense?"

He didn't really think so, but he wasn't going to say that. "Yeah."

She grinned at him. "Liar." She patted his cheek. "It will make sense later. Second Mother says I'm getting better at reading."

"Second Mother?"

"You call her Ms. Amberson in your head." She tapped the side of her head. "You do a lot of sex stuff."

He grimaced. "Yes, because it gets me enough money to live."

She titled her head. "Shouldn't you do it because it is fun?"

"It hasn't ever been fun for me."

She patted his arm. "It will. He'll love you if you let him." She grabbed his hand. "Come on, you'll miss the talking."

"The what?" He followed her. They went through the house to another large room where Ms. Amberson was settling the other children. He sat against the back wall and watched Emily go snuggle with several other children that looked like her species. When they'd all quieted Ms. Amberson went to the front of the room and smiled at them.

"Tonight we have a big treat. Admiral Archer has agreed to read you a bedtime story." She pressed a button and on the big screen behind her a Starfleet officer appeared.

Jim forced himself to stay still and listened as Archer talked to the children and then read them a story. It was a Vulcan story that made Jim want to laugh. When it was over, Archer told them to sleep well and the screen went blank. The children sleepily piled together and Ms. Amberson had several adults help her get them all packed off to bed.

Jim followed Ms. Amberson back to the transporter. "I'll watch out for...What's your girl's name?"

"Elizabeth after my mother who died shortly after my birth." Ms. Amberson smiled.

"How'd she die?" Jim stepped up onto the transporter platform.

"She was killed in the Xindi attack. Uncle Trip helped stop them."

He opened his mouth to ask if that was the same person, but stopped when the transporter whisked him away. He hurried away from the building, only stopping long enough to tuck the Bible into a nook in the wall near the mouth of the alley. He was going to be late getting to the Baron's if he didn't hurry.

****

Jim staggered back to the library and collapsed on his couch. His back was a mass of fire. He hated having to go to the Baron. If it weren't for him keeping Thomas from overtaking their corner, Jim would have told the Baron off long ago. Thomas was becoming more bold as it was.

Jim grimaced. He could still hear the howler's screams as Thomas fucked her in front of them in the street. It had been late enough that none of the normal day people had been around. Thomas had left the howler broken and bleeding in the street. It had taken three of them to carry her to the hospital.

He knew he wasn't big enough to take Thomas down. He'd have to talk to Malcom about it in the morning.

Jim pretended to be asleep as Ruth covered his back with some awful smelling gel. She patted his hair and left him alone, muttering about keeping him alive as she went.

He woke up the next afternoon and limped to the boy's corner. Ros appeared several minutes after him and settled near him.

"Hey."

"Hey. How's your back?"

Jim shrugged. "I'll be fine." He tired to ignore McCoy as the man looked him over as he walked past them. "He ever ask for a date?"

Ros watched McCoy go around the corner towards the diner. "No. He noticed you a couple of days ago and he's not looked at any of the rest of us. He's single minded."

Jim nodded. "I'll do him when he comes back by and get it out of his system."

Ros sighed. "Good. There's a new kid Bell found hiding in a box near the howler's territory. He's really little, J."

"How old?"

Ros shrugged. "I'm not sure. He says his name is Ki."

"Alright. Don't let him do anything for a couple of weeks until we're sure he's really going to live out here." Jim rose. "I have to go."

He headed out, skirting the howlers' corner and heading for the school. He sat through several hours of lessons and then his check up with Doc Adams. Finally he got released to go learn from Malcom. He slipped into the gym and stayed out of the way as Malcom released the current set of girls to their next class.

"How are you?"

Jim rotated his left shoulder. "Back's tender. Doc healed some of it up."

Malcom ran a hand down Jim's spine and watched as he hissed. "You can still fight."

"Didn't say I couldn't." Jim settled into the ready posture. "Is your last name Reed?"

Malcom came in and Jim dodged to the outside. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

Jim ducked another punch and slammed an open hand into the outside of Malcom's thigh from where he had aimed for the knee. "I met someone that might be Tripp's niece and I wondered..." Jim picked himself up from the floor and started again. "If my life is just that much of a set up."

Malcom bore him down and sat on his stomach, pinning his arms and sitting back far enough to leave Jim without enough movement in his legs to get himself loose. "You mean that there are people in Starfleet that wished they'd kept better track of your mother and are doing their best to let you stumble your way to adulthood without letting you get killed?"

Jim lay staring up at him gasping. "Why didn't anyone just come visit?"

Malcom shrugged. "Your mother isn't exactly helpless or quiet. When she ended up in a screaming match with Archer we sort of backed off. You were too little to remember that, I think."

"Huh."

Malcom let him up. "She came back to Earth on emergency leave when you went missing. I don't think she understood exactly what happened until they found your clothes beside a filtering pond." He raised his eyebrows. "The kids that attacked you were turned in when she started offering a big enough reward. No one was sure if you were alive or not until Mrs. Pike called Archer and chewed on his ear. Ruth is a scary lady."

He blinked and sat trying to breath. "I...I'm...Captain Pike's mother taught me how to give head?"

Malcom's mouth dropped open and then he closed it with a snap. "Huh, yeah, I suppose so." He pulled Jim in against his side into a tight hug. "Kid, your mother loves you. Even if I think she's a idiot about how she's shown it." He let Jim wiggle away. "You shouldn't be forced to go back even if she spent a week in tears on the news vid begging for exactly that."

Jim scrubbed his face with his hand. "I still don't want to go back there."

Malcom nodded. "Well, you won't have to. Mrs. Killian's tests aren't just because she likes torturing you. You've tested out of about two years of classes you don't psychically have to be there for."

"Huh." Jim curled up with his chin on his knees. "What was space like?"

Malcom lay back on the floor and told Jim about his adventures.

****

Jim waited until he'd healed up from the Baron to start caring about McCoy and his watching. McCoy approached and Jim smiled widely, his special fake smile. "Wanna date?"

McCoy motioned to the alley and Jim walked with him. He could see McCoy watching how he moved. They stopped in the first alcove from the mouth of the alley.

"What do you want?"

McCoy tilted his head. "You clean, kid?"

Jim grinned and dropped to his knees. "Yeah, actually." Doc Adams said he was and he ought to know with the amount of testing he did. Jim pulled out McCoy's dick and sucked it into his mouth.

McCoy tasted clean and his skin was nicely smooth. Jim started to bob his head and closed his eyes as McCoy lay a hand softly on his head. Jim sucked and slurped making a little more noise than normal because this was actually nice. McCoy wasn't forcing him or just fucking his face.

He wrapped his hands around the back of McCoy's thighs and took him as deep as possible. Above him McCoy grunted and came hard. Jim swallowed it all down and pulled off with a slurp. He tucked McCoy's dick away. "Good?"

McCoy petted his hair for a moment and then help him stand up. "Better than good, kid. You got a name?"

Jim wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You can call me Jim." He held his hand out, palm up and waited for the haggling to start. Newbies always tried to pay less than they should.

McCoy blinked. "You going to use what I pay you for drugs?"

Jim rolled his eyes. "Gotta eat." He made grabby hands and waited.

McCoy nodded. "Alright, let's go eat."

Jim blinked. "What?"

McCoy started off down the alley and Jim hurried to keep up. "You're hungry, I'm hungry. There's this great fucking diner around the corner. This way I know you spent it on food."

With a snort Jim bumped shoulders with McCoy. "Doesn't mean anything. You can't save me." McCoy wouldn't be the first one to try.

With a nod, McCoy turned the corner out of the alley. "Wasn't trying. You look like you could be a good fuck, but you're all bones. I got enough bones."

Jim grinned. "Bones. That's a good name for you. I'll call you Bones."

They settled into a booth and Sue served them quickly, giving Bones a piercing look as she did.

"She won't like you now, sorry." He started to eat and watched as Bones watched him.

"I don't care, kid."

He wished Bones would eat faster, but Jim forced himself not to say anything about it. Bones ruffled his hair as they parted in front of the diner and Jim bypassed the corner and went to his vent. It was smooth and quiet in there. He spent an hour trying to figure out why Bones' touch didn't make him want to cringe.

Finally he gave up and climbed up to the roof and headed for the library.

****

Jim quickly grew to look forward to Bones coming to find him. He liked Bones' taste and the gentle petting of his hair that Bones did as he sucked. He loved Bones' easy manner with him before and after. He found himself looking for Bones each day.

"Hey, Bones." He bounced over and Bones grinned at him. They didn't talk as they headed into the working alley. Bones lead him further in and turned to lean against the alley wall.

Jim dropped to his knees and grinned up at Bones as he opened his pants and took Bones' cock out. He sucked him in and Jim licked at the shaft as Bones moaned over his head.

Jim closed his eyes and wanted to smile around Bones' dick as the large hands cradled his head. He rubbed at Bones' scrotum and was rewarded with a twitch in Bones' shaft. He went down as far as he could and sucked back up as slowly as he could.

Bones grunted and cupped his own balls as he came. Jim slurped up the semen and pulled back. He gazed up at Bones as he stood panting, his eyes closed. He was handsome like that. Jim blinked. He tucked Bones' softening dick away as he tried to figure out when he'd decided Bones was handsome.

Bones pulled him to his feet carefully and they headed for the diner. Jim was starting to feel more weight on his frame from all the food that people where giving him. Between Ruth, Tella, Malcom, Bones, and occasionally Ms. Amberson he was going to be normal weight for his frame in only a few more months.

They parted after eating and Jim went back to the corner. Ros was sitting with Ki against the wall. Jim settled down next to them.

"Single-minded again?"

Jim nodded. "He's careful, so I don't mind."

Ros sighed. "The Baron's men came by. He wants you tonight."

He mentally sighed. He was starting to hate going. "I'd better go. I'll see you all tomorrow."

He could feel Ros' worried gaze on his back as he walked away. He headed back to the library and carefully lubed himself up. He rubbed as much gel into his ribs and arms as he dared. Then he put on the tightest pants and loosest shirt he had. After spiking his hair into a messy look the Baron liked to touch, Jim headed out.

He approached the club silently and was lead in by one of the huge bouncers. The girls in their cages were dancing naked and the patrons were in various states of undress. On the main stage a worker was being scarred by another worker.

Jim ignored it and sat where directed while the bouncer went to inform the Baron he was there. He noticed the girl in the cage near him was new. He blinked. She looked familiar.

"Child."

Jim snapped his head around and stood. He followed the bouncer back through the crowd into the back of the club. The Baron was being sucked by a small girl as Jim was let into the room. He shed his clothes and knelt near them as he waited.

The Baron never wanted him for body pleasures. He always wanted girls for that. Jim started concentrating on the howler Thomas had raped in front of the boys' corner. He cleared his mind of anything else. He carefully shoved Bones' gentleness down into a box in the back of his head. He layered as much of the things Thomas was doing to piss off the Baron in front as he could.

"Come here, child."

Jim knee-walked forward. He rested on his haunches as the Baron turned the girl up across his lap and he started caressing her.

"You wish to service me?"

He nodded. The Baron pushed the girl off and stood her on her feet.

"Go to bed, little girl."

She staggered off and Jim wondered for a moment how drugged she was. The Baron drew him forward and Jim settled between the man's knees. The side of his face was covered in the Baron's long fingered hand. The pain exploded in his head and Jim tried to keep breathing as the Baron delved into his memories.

The meld was rough. Jim leaned into it, willing the Baron to see what Thomas was doing. The anger hit and Jim gasped as the Baron wrapped him in emotion. He was being penetrated fiercely and it hurt, but felt so deep at the same time.

It was forever and no time before he was released. He fell forward and panted as above him the Baron spoke in Vulcan to a human bouncer. The bouncer disappeared and the Baron bodily picked him up. Jim went limp because the Baron liked his males submissive until after the whipping.

As he was strapped into the bindings, Jim stared at the side of the Baron's head. When he was strapped down, the Baron ran his nails down Jim's spine.

"You bring such strength to our melds, child."

Jim closed his eyes as the first strike landed on his shoulders. They kept coming and Jim found a math formula in the pattern of the strikes. The Baron stopped and came up beside him. Jim gasped as another meld formed. He was crying and it began to hurt more as the Baron flooded his mind.

When the meld dissolved and the whipping continued. Then the Baron shoved his fingers into Jim's ass and pressed hard against Jim's prostate until he cried out. The Baron pulled out and his other hand appeared on Jim's face. The meld was sharp and the dirty eroticism that the Baron felt from finger-fucking him swamped Jim. Then it broke off and the whipping started again.

Jim was shouting with each blow by the time the Baron came in for the fourth meld. Jim shoved on his mind, trying to keep him out. He hurt and it was becoming horrible. The Baron gripped his face in a furious hold.

"Open to me, child."

Jim cried and the whipping continued. "Stop. Stop...please."

The fingers were back and the meld was horribly tangled. Jim couldn't tell where he was supposed to be and suddenly the Baron's mind pierced Jim clear through. Jim sagged in the bindings and only felt it distantly as his back was torn apart.

The bouncer from before was in his face and Jim tried to cringe away, but everything hurt.

"Stop, child. Let me do the work."

Jim tried to turn his head to find where the Baron had gone. This wasn't normal. He tugged on the bindings holding his arms. "What..."

"Shut up. You don't want to wake him. He passed out as he was beating you." The bouncer let Jim flop onto his shoulder. "I've never seen him like that. I don't want you here when he wakes up."

Jim didn't really want to be there either. He was carried out of the club and into a waiting car. They dropped him at the boys' corner. Jim pulled himself up into his vent and passed out.

****

He waited impatiently for Bones to come by. His shirt was hurting him where it touched his back and he had a headache bigger than the whole planet. He wanted Bones' gentle touch, even if it was only for a few minutes.

Bones started to walk past them, so Jim broke away from the group and hooked his arm into Bones' elbow. "Hey, Bones."

"Jim." Bones allowed his touch and they kept walking. "Bad?"

"You willing to buy me for a night?" He grinned, but it didn't feel real. He just wanted to cry.

"Can I afford it?" Bones laid his hand over Jim's on his arm.

He didn't care if Bones had him for free if it meant he got Bones' gentle touch. "I'll give you a discount."

Bones nodded and lead them to his place. It was a little small, but Jim liked the look of it. It was clean and he could already see a couple of places to hide his books and money.

"Shoes off, kid."

Jim kicked off his shoes and followed Bones to his couch where Bones sprawled out.

"How bad, Jim?"

He shrugged unsure what to say. "Just, you know, it got rough." He pulled his shirt off and turned to shuck his pants, because he was here to work. Bones' skimmed his hand over one of the big welts. Jim hissed.

"Not into pain?"

Jim smiled weakly. "Sure, just without the not stopping when I say stop part."

Bones pulled him into his lap. Bones petted his hair. "Sorry, kid."

Jim smiled, happy that Bones wasn't going to make him leave. "Wanna fuck me, Bones?"

With a gentle grip, Bones pulled on Jim's hair. "Yeah, I do. First I'm going to fix your back. I'm a doctor."

Fix his back? Jim blinked. "Huh."

Bones rummaged through his bag until he came up with a regen unit. "Kneel so I can get at your back."

Jim leaned his chest into the couch and sighed as the regen unit started to tingle across his back.

****

Jim lay back against the pillows on Bones' bed. Bones took a hold of Jim's legs and spread them wide. Jim hooked his hands behind his knees to help and he held himself open. He felt exposed and safe all at once.

"Just like that. You're perfect like that." Bones was gazing at him with warm eyes as he slicked his fingers.

Jim sighed as Bones slipped a finger into him. It was slick and cooler than his own body, but not bad. He wiggled a little as Bones worked another finger into him Bones smiled down at him and Jim made little noises of encouragement. Bones twisted his fingers and Jim dug his fingers into his own thighs. "Fuck, Bones. Do it, do it. Fuck, please."

Bones pressed the fingers of his other hand into Jim's mouth. "Quiet, boy."

Jim dropped one knee out to the side as he sucked on Bones' fingers and started stroking himself lightly. Bones slowed the thrust of his fingers into Jim's ass and just watched. Jim found he enjoyed displaying himself for Bones and he started panting around Bones' fingers. His toes started to curl when Bones pulled out and pressed into him with his slicked up cock.

Jim arched his back and Bones stilled above him, panting. Jim concatenated on the feel of Bones in him as Bones started to thrust, Jim pulled on his own dick. He could feel the drag of Bones moving in and out. He wondered if Bones would like it tighter.

"I...can clench." Jim grunted as Bones changed angles and started striking his prostate. Bones nodded and Jim tightened his hole around Bones' shaft. Bones groaned and snapped his hips forward again and again. Jim welcomed him as Bones drove himself into Jim's body. He lolled his head to the side as he jacked his cock in time to Bones' thrusts. It felt so good. He could feel his balls starting to pull up.

Bones wrapped his hand around the base of Jim's shaft. Jim arched as Bones came still pumping into him. "Don't come."

It was almost too good and Jim had to strain to hold back. It passed and he relaxed. "Bones." His voice sounded desperate and rough to his own ears. Above him, Bones pulled out and start to slick Jim's dick.

Jim lay panting as Bones worked himself open. After lowering his legs, Jim tried to hold still as Bones slicked him up. Bones knelt over him and started to press down on him.

His cock was enveloped in Bones' body. It was so hot and tight, Jim automatically moved his hands to Bones' hips. "Oooooh." He couldn't hardly believe what Bones was doing. "God, Bones."

Bones bounced a little. "Feels good, kid."

Jim whimpered at the feel and then Bones started fucking himself on Jim's shaft. Jim began to thrust up and Bones ground down onto his hips.

"My money, my show. You just lay there."

He nodded shakily because he'd never been in anyone before. It was intense and it became more so as Bones fucked himself, using his thighs to lift and drop on Jim's cock. Jim tried not to squirm. He was gasping by the time Bones took his wrists above his head. Then Bones' ass clenched.

"Come, boy."

Jim arched up and shuddered as Bones' hole tightened and let go in a wonderful pattern that sucked Jim's orgasm right out of him. He dropped back limply. Bones pulled off and flipped the cover over him.

He tried to slow his breathing as Bones disappeared from the room. He wanted to cry. That had be so much more than he'd ever expected sex to be, but then it was over and Bones would make him leave now that he was done. Jim was still trying to get a grip on his body when Bones reappeared with a washcloth.

It was warm and it felt wonderful as Bones wiped it across his skin. Jim fell asleep to the feel of Bones tucking the covers around him.

****

He woke to shaking. He blinked himself awake and Bones was leaning over him.

"Hungry?"

He was. He smiled up at Bones and then realized this meant they were done. Bones always feed him when they were done. "Is it morning?"

Bones shook his head. "Nah. Come on. You can eat and then I'll fuck you again."

Jim smiled and got up. He felt rested and happy. He practically bounced down the hallway to Bones' kitchen. "Finally decided I'm clean, huh?"

"Decided I couldn't resist your skinny ass." Bones hung back while Jim picked his food from the items on the counter. "How much do I owe you for the night?"

Jim licked his lip as he sat down at the table. He didn't even want paid for what Bones had done for him. "You healed up my back, Bones. I think I owe you."

Bones carded his fingers through Jim's hair as he stuffed his face with food. "You could work it off."

Jim glanced up at Bones from under his eyelashes trying to decide if Bones was serious or not. He watched Bones move away and start cleaning as he chewed. "Could take a while." He wanted to take it back as soon as it was out of his mouth. He waited for Bones to tell him to get out.

Bones pulled him to his feet and spread him over the table next to his empty plate. He spread Jim's ass cheeks and tested his still slick hole. "I'm not saving you."

Jim sighed as Bones thrust into him. "I know." He didn't want to be saved, but he wanted Bones' cock. Bones slammed into him hard enough to push him into the table.

Bones pulled him back from the table enough that Jim's hips weren't being bruised as they continued to fuck. Jim scrambled for a hold on the table as Bones started striking his prostate. Bones wrapped his cock in a cloth and hissed in Jim's ear. "Come for me, boy."

Jim pressed his forehead into the table and he came. Bones kept fucking him for a while, until Jim's legs felt like he wasn't going to be able to stand. Then Bones pulled out and wiped Jim clean.

"Come on. Back to bed." Bones guided him and Jim leaned into him as they went back to the bedroom. He flopped onto Bones' bed and fell asleep as Bones was covering him.

Part 2