A/N: This is completely written for fun. I by no means make any profit out of this. I make no claims of owning these characters either. And I by no means claim that I am a professional writer. I am not perfect, I am human and I make mistakes.

*PLEASE READ*: Before we continue on I'd like to mention that i have stated this story is very slow build. That being said, it means just about everything may take some time to piece together plot, character and even relationship developmentwill be very slow build. My characters will not always jump into sex even though this story is about prostiutes. I will also say now that only has the option to place 2 tags of pairings, so I will tell you all now that it starts with Bones/Kirk, be aware it is only flirting. Sulu/Chekov are my second main focus of the story so naturally I placed them as the second tagged ship. Those of you who are only here for (Spirk),if you havent picked it up yet, (Spirk) is meant to be the final result of this fic.Thank you for your time.

"All you have to do is breathe…"

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Another cold autumn night rolled in and Jim sighed walking down the lonely streets to one of his usual spots for the night. Each and every night he rotated spots, different streets so the cops couldn't catch up, but each street was dark and lonely, they were all the same. The kind of place that screamed trouble, with only one corner light post and even that was dim and faded with the occasional flicker. Jim stuffed his hands in the pockets of his coat, as shuttering breath left trails of fog behind him. Looking around, he knew he wasn't alone, there were other people standing around too waiting for some poor desperate bastard to pick them up. Jim frowned sourly knowing he was just like the rest of them, it was sadder yet that he knew every single one of them.

One in particular, a seventeen year old boy; Jim met the boy one night on one of his rounds, dressed in raggedy dirty clothes, the poor boys hands clinging to his arms for warmth, clutching at his stomach from the constant pain of hunger. Jim couldn't leave the boy there knowing he was about to sell himself to the next scum bag looking for a cheap a fuck. He remembered the smile on the boys face when he smiled after he ate some real food, the bright grin on his lips with bits of food at the corners made him laugh; he knew he had to protect this boy.

Jim huffed out a laugh pulling his coat closer, he looked up hearing the quick patter of running feet cross the street, it was the boy. Jim sighed as the boy came running towards him, the same smile gracing his lips despite the awful circumstances. They were in the same line of work, in a perfect world, this boy wouldn't be here. He would be in a nice warm home probably doing homework or playing videogames, but it wasn't a perfect world, Jim didn't save the boy. He was just as sad and pathetic as the rest of the people lined up on this street. He smiled weakly giving the boy a hug.

"Pasha… What're you doing here; I don't like seeing you in these places." The boy smiled sadly.

"Da, I know, but I got to help pay the bills too don't I?" Jim sighed and nodded.

"Ya, I know… Did you at least lock up the place after you left?"

The boy nodded as he started unzipping his zipper tying the sweater around his waist. Jim eyed the boy, watching as pale skin was released from the sleeves and forgotten. Chekov wore a loose fitting white tank top with tight light blue faded skinny jeans showing off his long slender legs. The boy looked up smiling his wide blue-gray eyes accented by the slightest touch of charcoal grey eye shadow and black thin eyeliner.

"Well aren't we pretty today? Planning on catching some big fish today or what?" The boy giggled giving Jim a playful push.

"N-nyet! But, we'll see no Jim? Twenty bucks says I get more money than you tonight?" Jim smirked already used to the game they played to make light of their line of work.

"You're on shrimp, that twenty is mine!"

They laughed as they waited for cars to start coming and soon enough cars came taking people from the street, others bringing them back or parking in a darker spot nearby for a quick stop. A few minutes passed by before a fancy looking black car rolled up stopping near them. Chekov gave Jim a curious glance before running off to the car as the window opened.

"Are you lost sir?" Chekov glanced back waiting for the man's response eyeing Jim wearily.

"No… How much?" Chekov smiled putting on his act for the night as leaned down to the driver and spoke in a whisper.

"Depends on what you're asking for? I'll be your wet dream if you want… As long as you pay me first…" Chekov licked his lips seductively trying to make the client want him more. The man pulled out his wallet flashing a wad of cash.

"Get in." Chekov smirked looking back to wave at Jim as he got in the passenger seat.

"I'll see you in the morning captain!"

Jim laughed as the car drove off, but it didn't stop the worried feeling in the pit of his stomach. Every time he saw the boy leave in another car Jim's heart sank just a little bit more. He didn't want this life for them but at the moment nothing was saying it was ever going to get better. The blonde leaned back against the wall waiting for anything to happen, maybe even a miracle.

The night rolled on, people were starting to leave, most of the street had gone empty and Jim was beginning to think no one would come. He rolled up his sleeves and lit a cigarette about to leave when a car blocked his path. The window rolled down and Jim sighed taking a puff of the almost sweet tasting nicotine. 'Looks like it's my lucky day...' He thought sarcastically.

"You know smoking is bad for you…" Jim chuckled at the strangers remark.

"The way I see it, I'm already half dead." The man in the car smirked.

"Aren't we all…" Jim sighed taking another puff of smoke, 'Great… Another weirdo who just wants to talk…' The blonde huffed irritated, shifting his weight to his left foot.

"Look, are you gonna talk all night or are you looking for something, you're wasting my time."

The man laughed as Jim stepped back hearing the click of unlocked doors. The man opened the door leaving Jim standing curiously at the passenger seat, something was definitely odd about this guy but as the blonde took in the expensive interior of the car he remembered Chekov's smile, running a hand through his hair.

"Well are you getting in?" Jim cursed throwing his cigarette to the ground, his shoes stomping over the unfinished cancer stick and closed his eyes as he got into the car and closed the door. 'We need the money…'

The car ride was silent except for the soft music of the radio playing; Jim sat as close to the door as it was possible. The man occasionally glancing in his direction although the blonde was staring out the window, Jim could see him staring. This man even in the dark looked slightly handsome, but he couldn't be sure after all he was in the dark. Jim hadn't realized the car had stopped moving till he heard the door close on the driver's side and gasped as he almost fell out the passenger door. The man chuckled offering the blonde a hand. Jim blushed nervously trying to unbuckle his seat belt. He was about to get out of the car when he noticed the hand was still there. Cautiously he reached out taking the hand, his eyes going wide and he gasped being pulled forward into the man's chest.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Don't worry so much, I won't bite. Unless you're into that sort of thing?" Jim flinched moving away from the man. He hated biters; some people were just brutal and animalistic. The man chuckled seeing the blonde's nervous expression.

"Come on… It's warmer inside." Jim swallowed dryly feeling oddly insecure with this man, something was different about this guy and he didn't like it one bit.

"You coming?!" The man yelled from the door of his house and Jim ran forward trying to tell his gut to shut up so he could finish the job.

As soon as he entered Jim stood awe struck, the place was huge. Sure he thought the guy had money, but the view of this place was pushing it. By the entrance was a small table displaying photos of a little blonde haired girl in crystal frames. Further down the hall leading to the stairs was a center piece of what Jim could guess was probably whiskey in fancy crystal containers with two glasses. The blonde backed up into a wall wanting to stay away from anything he could possibly break; there was no way a quick fuck was going to be able to pay for anything this house.

The man poked his head from another hall way looking at the blonde, observing his beauty from afar. This boy was something so much more to look at in the light. He shook his head seeing the blonde back up into a wall seemingly afraid.

"Take off your coat and hang it in the closet, there's more than a hallway to stand around in!" Jim blushed being caught and quickly put his things away taking off his shoes and ran off towards the direction he saw the man leave.

"You aren't married are you? I don't want to be the one getting in between things…" Jim said nervously as he walked looking around the kitchen.

"Who said you were getting in between anything?" Jim gasped not realizing the man was standing behind the counter with a glass of hard liquor in his hand.

"I'm sorry… I just assumed…" The man chuckled putting down his glass to take out another for the blonde.

"It's alright, would like a drink?"

Jim nodded watching as the man pointed at things in the fringe and settled for orange juice not wanting to drink any burning fluids. The man came around the counter pocking to boy with a finger to give him his drink. Jim gratefully took the cup sipping the sweet drink.

The blonde eyed the man curiously taking the moment to take in the man's appearance. He definitely was handsome. With dark brown hair and sun kissed skin, hazel eyes and a well toned body from what he could see.

"So… Do you have a name? What do I call you?" Jim blinked putting down his cup.

"Captain." The man's brow rose.

"Is that it?" Jim looked away nodding.

"That's all you're gonna get, I'm not going to give you my real name. I get paid to have sex, not hand out information." The man held out his hands with a chuckle as Jim huffed with his hands on his hips.

"Alright I'm sorry I asked…" Jim huffed taking another sip of his cup eyeing the man cautiously.

"What about you? What do I call you?" The man gulped down his drink reaching behind the blonde to refill his drink.

"You can call me Bones, that's what they all call me…"

Jim blinked curiously. He wondered who 'all' meant. He was starting to wonder if maybe it was a bad idea to let himself get picked by this guy. After all, tall dark and handsome didn't mean he was good guy. On the contrary, didn't they always come out the weirdest? At the moment Jim didn't want to think about anything bad happening, he just wanted to get the job done so he could go home and see if Chekov was alright.

Bones picked up his fresh glass taking a long drink and looked at Jim. The blonde didn't like the look, it was very unsettling. The man eyed him taking in all his features, even going so far as moving around him to get a full view. Jim didn't like this at all he looked anywhere else but at Bones trying to find anything he could use to defend himself and looked for a quick exit. This guy screamed trouble and he wanted nothing to do with it, whatever it was he wanted from the blonde.

"How would you like to work for me?" Jim blinked, that's not exactly what he expect the man to say. He turned around curiously putting down his now empty glass.

"What do you mean work for you? What is it exactly that you do?" The man chuckled taking a drink from another fresh glass and examined the crystal in the light loving the way it sparkled and reflected in shimmering beauty.

"You could say I'm a man who only auctions exquisite taste…" Jim stood wide taking a step back.

"Say what?" Jim knew he didn't like this guy and he knew why, he just hoped he'd take no for answer.