Title: SOCHYA EH SHAUKAUSH*

Author: T'Lin (LinkyS@aol.com)

Series: post-TOS, pre-VOY

Code: S/Vo, S/f, Vo/f (and an odd kind of 4-way)

Rating: NC-17

Note: Part IV of SEASON OF PEACE - A TRILOGY IN FOUR PARTS. All four stories are part of the Rumairie Fest - Part I is PEACE ON EARTH (K/S), Part II is SOCHYA TEVUNYONUK* (K/S) and Part III is SHAUKAUSH SADALAYA* (K/S)

Note 2: From the Vulcan Language Institute - http://www.teleport.com/~vli/vlif.htm

Web Page: T'Lin's FANFIC PAGE - http://www.oocities.org/tlin_s/

Rumairie Fest Web Page - http://www.fvillha.org/Romulan/index.htm

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Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own the STAR TREK universe ... I just borrow their characters and settings for recreational purposes. I intend no copyright infringement, nor do I make any money off of my labors ... this original fanfiction story is ŠT'Lin - 0105.12

My Scenario: Each clan on Vulcan has their own unique traditions for how they participate in Rumairie. Follow a clan through the festival to show how this clan celebrates and what makes it unique.

Story Note: the scenario is answered through parts II, III & IV of this 'Trilogy', by viewing Spock's experiences with Rumairie at two distinct times in his life. The first experience (Parts II & III) finds him sharing his families traditions with Kirk. The second (Part IV) finds him sharing the traditions of Vorik's clan, later in his life.

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SEASON OF PEACE - A TRILOGY IN FOUR PARTS

Part IV - SOCHYA EH SHAUKAUSH

by T'Lin 0105.12

Strange how those words were more true than I ever imagined ... for when Rumairie had ended, Jim went back to Earth to finish off his tour with Starfleet, as I prepared our home, and took my place among the diplomats and ambassadors here on Vulcan.

All had been arranged ... it was simple, really. We had no reason to believe that Jim would not return in less than three months. When the invitation came to join him on one final 'inspection tour' ... of the new ENTERPRISE, no less ... I declined ... my duties here did not allow for liberty at that particular time.

As a matter of fact, I was in the middle of some rather delicate negotiations when it hit me ... the sudden loss of my t'hy'la in my mind. Something had 'ripped' his essence from the very core of my being. I was unaware of the people around me ... although I could sense someone trying, without success, to enter my mind ... to fill the void that had been left by Jim's abrupt departure.

Later, I was to learn that it was my father ... he had rushed to my side, sensing my mental anguish from across the room even before I collapsed.

Day after day ... week after week ... I fought the notion that Jim was dead. Although his link to me had been severed, I still felt him there ... fleeting glimpses of the powerful mind that had been his ... as if he were trying to find his way back from some unknown place.

Acceptance of Jim's fate took a great deal of time for me ... had his body been found, it would have been far easier. But his ultimate fate has never been learned ... and after several years, I have come to terms with his loss ... although I would not say that I have fully accepted it. But, as the saying goes, life goes on ... and Jim would be the first to berate me for not going on with mine.

"Am I interrupting, Spock?"

The words broke through my musing, and I looked up sharply to see Vorik in the doorway to my office. His presence brought me back to the present, and the invitation in my hand that started the flow of memories in the first place.

Rumairie ... traditionally a time of celebration for my people ... but for me, it has become a time of mourning. From Trn'Kana to ch'Rihan ... I have avoided participation in the Festival for nearly seventy years. But as I look up into the face of this eager young man, I begin to tell myself that it is time to stop running away from the memories.

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In the days since I accepted Vorik's invitation to celebrate Rumairie, I have done some research into how his family observes the Festival, and I was a bit surprised by my findings. First and foremost, I was dismayed to note that the women of his clan take part ... and that each male must be 'properly anointed' by his female, and their union consecrated to bring good fortune and strength to the clan.

When I asked Vorik about this, he was equally surprised to learn that females had no role in my own families observances of Rumairie, and that it was the joining of t'hy'la that we celebrated. He explained that his betrothed, T'Pea, would be serving him, as was only logical. Her mother T'Laar, who was recently widowed, would be more than happy to fill the role of 'mate' for me, if I so desired.

I admitted to him that I was a bit skeptical of the plan. In my nearly one hundred and thirty five years, I had *never* been intimate with a female. At his look of incredulity, I amended my own statement, saying more accurately that I had never been intimate with a female without being under the influence of some outside agent.

When he reminded me of the use of Riilin, I realized that my uneasiness was just another excuse to avoid taking part, and I relented. Besides, once the official 'anointing and consecration' is done, he explained to me, everyone is free to pursue their pleasure in any way they desire.

He assured me that he would speak to T'Laar ... he was certain that both mother and daughter would understand our desire to be intimate with each other, instead of with them, after their official part of the ceremony was completed. Apparently, Vorik and T'Pea already had an understanding in this regard for after their bonding.

The other aspect of Rumairie, as celebrated by Vorik's clan, that I found puzzling, was the lack of 'preparation'. They did not go through a period of Sochya Tevunyonuk ... no cleansing of body, mind or soul. No self-imposed abstinence ... no self-sacrifice of any kind. So, in order to prepare myself for the upcoming festivities, I insisted on spending the last two days before Rumairie commenced alone. I would observe my own traditions in preparation for what was to come.

*******

I had prepared myself as best I could for what was to come ... meditation and fasting doing only so much to prepare me for this latest adventure. I had spent my entire life in exploration of the unknown ... yet, when it came to meeting T'Laar, I found myself exceedingly anxious. "What a time for 'performance anxiety' to kick in," I said to Vorik, as he came into my home, and asked if I were ready.

"You have nothing to worry about ... T'Laar has been apprized of the situation, and is eager to comply with your needs."

"Indeed." I said, as I raised my brow. The expression always made Vorik smile ... part of the reason I did it so frequently in his presence. The only other being to react so strongly to my cocked brow was McCoy ... and his reactions always made *me* smile ... although never openly.

"Come," he said, as he took me by the hand and led me out to the waiting aircar. It was a short drive to the ceremonial lands of his clan. When we arrived, we were shown to the tent that had been provided for our use over the course of the festival.

Much like the ancestral home of my people, the tent was furnished in the style of the hareem ... probably the only universal constant when it came to the various clans, and their method of celebrating Rumairie.

"T'Pea and her mother are preparing themselves in their side of the tent ..." He paused, listening to the sound of the bells in the distance. "It is nearly time ... we must also prepare." and with that, he started to undress. Taking his lead, I did the same.

I was inwardly pleased when my flaccid organ responded to the sight of my gorgeous companion. I had feared that I would be unable to respond sexually to T'Laar, but now I knew that if I held the image of Vorik's firm ass in my mind, I should be able to convince myself that it was he, and not T'Laar, who was stimulating me.

"We greet the gathering in our natural state ... I hope this does not offend you."

"Of course not," I replied ... I had never been one to be ashamed of my body, nor offended by the sight of others ... "and when it comes to Rumairie, nudity is the eventual outcome, in any case ... why not start out that way?"

"Precisely." Vorik said, as he made his way to the tent flap. Before lifting it to exit, he turned to me, and said, "not just yet ... come here, Spock ... let me firm you up a bit before we go out there."

I approached him, mentally rerouting the blood flow to my semi-erect penis as he reached out to give it a few firm strokes. I was hard and throbbing in no time, and wanting nothing more than to ravish his firm ass. He gave me one final squeeze, then let me go. I grabbed him by the shoulders, and pulled him into a tight embrace, kissing him passionately ... our erections rubbing as I sucked his tongue into my mouth.

With effort, he pulled away, gasping as he said, "not yet ... we must go through the ritual first." and with a light kiss, full of promise for later, he said, "Come on ... time to meet our 'brides'."

As Vorik lifted the tent flap, I saw the size of the gathering clan. Far smaller than my own, as Vorik's people mostly lived off-planet. Those who were here, however, were determined to celebrate Rumairie as fully and as passionately as if they numbered in the thousands.

The tents we were in were all divided into two ... males on one side, females on the other ... all in pairs. Apparently, each 'couple' would retire to one side of the tent when the time came for 'consecration'. As I was looking around, T'Pea and her mother, T'Laar, emerged from their side of the tent ... the mother every bit a beautiful as her daughter, although the women, unlike the men, were dressed in robes.

they approached us, and Vorik met his betrothed with a familial greeting. He then bowed to her mother, and turned to make introductions. "T'Laar, may I present Spock."

"I am honored," she said, as she bowed in a gesture of great respect. When she stood once again, and looked him straight in the eye, she continued, " ... and I come to serve."

"I thank you for your service ... and hope that I do not disappoint." I was surprised by my words, and could see a spark of interest in her eyes ... that is when I realized that Vorik had most likely been very forthcoming with information when he spoke to T'Laar on my behalf ... I wondered exactly what she thought about the situation, then realized I would find out very soon, indeed.

"Come ... the ceremony is about to begin." Vorik offered his fingers to T'Pea, and she offered her own ... they walked, with fingers touching, along the path that led to the center of the ceremonial grounds. I, in turn, offered my fingers to T'Laar ... she accepted with a slight smile, and we followed the young couple to the gathering.

All in all, there were about thirty couples present ... the males forming a circle, with the females inside, facing us. There was an alter of sorts in the very middle, and on this alter, a large bowl. We stood there, as the bells grew louder, and the chanting of the monks became clearly audible. That was when I noticed the other alter ... just outside our circle, and to my right. The officiating monk had just arrived, and with ever increasing volume, the bells announced his arrival. As he stood at the alter, he raised his hand, and with a gesture, all sound ceased.

The silence was deafening.

Suddenly, it was as if there were electricity in the air ... my skin tingled, as the tension grew. I looked to my left, to see if Vorik were also feeling it, and he smiled ever so slightly at me, as he nodded ... obviously, he had been expecting this sensation.

"T'Kuht rises ... lending strength and stamina to all who stand witness to her. She is the life-giver ... the watcher ... the playmate to our world. As she risen above the horizon, we feel her power ... let us anoint our mates, and consecrate our unions as the power of T'Kuht flows through us ... and around us ... and over us."

At these words, the women turn and dip their hands into the bowl. It is then, as they turn back to us, that I realize that it is Riilin in the bowl ... time to be anointed, and with the use of Riilin, I know I will have no difficulties in 'performing' with T'Laar.

"Do not be troubled, Spock," T'Laar whispered, as she skillfully applied the Riilin to my flesh, reaching between my legs to massage it into my scrotum, "... I know how to please you," she continued, as she dipped her finger into my anus, effectively lubricating the area for later use. I tried to stifle my gasp of pleasure, but I was not entirely successful. She stood back, as she continued, "... and after the obligatory union, you are free to spend the rest of your time with Vorik ... T'Pea and I will join the other women, who have mates who would rather be with their t'hy'la."

"I thank you for your understanding ... and I anticipate a pleasant experience with you, T'Laar." I was eager to get underway ... partially to get this over with, so I could ravish Vorik ... partially to see just how this lovely lady would go about 'pleasing' me. My body was reacting to the Riilin, and I could feel my cock pulsing, needing to enclose itself in a tight opening.

I looked to T'Laar for guidance, and she offered me her fingers once again. As we turned to make our way back to our tent, I saw Vorik and T'Pea, forgoing the privacy of a tent, and quenching their lust on her spread robe ... the sight of Vorik and T'Pea, 'fucking like a couple of rabbits', as Jim would have said, made me weak in the knees ... I turned to T'Laar, and pulled her to me, as I fiercely whispered, "lets go ... I need to ..."

"Yes, I understand." She led the way, and we were in the tent in no time ... I tore the robe from her body, and as I did, I revealed her means of 'pleasing' me. She was wearing a strap-on ... every inch of the shaft was perfection.

Seeing my surprise, she offered an explanation, "my husband was like you ... preferring men. We had a marriage of convenience, and he taught me a thing or two about pleasuring him in a way that a mere woman could not."

At this point, she stepped around me, and pressed up against my back, her faux-penis pressed firmly against my ass. As she reached around to stimulate my cock with her hand, she continued, "I found it enjoyable to be the aggressor on occasion ... and he found he enjoyed my attentions. For all the years we were married, we made love as two men, except when Pon Farr was upon him ... it was a straightforward solution to our unique situation ... and one we lived very happily with for over fifty years."

I was only half listening to her explanation ... she was, as she claimed, expert at her technique ... she had maneuvered me to a plush pile of pillows as I sank to my knees ... she remained pressed against my back, the phallus starting to slide into my depths. As she gently thrust deeper into me, she touched my meld points with her free hand ... I felt her mind lightly touch my own, and a sense of peace settled over me.

I came with an intensity I had not felt in some time, as her phallus pressed against that most sensitive spot deep in my core. Simultaneously, she projected her own pleasure into my mind, and it reverberated and intensified the sensations I was feeling.

I collapsed onto the cushions ... she collapsed beside me. "Thank you," I said, as I wiped the tear from her face ... I did not realize that I, too, had cried until she touched my cheek.

"I think we both needed that," she said, with a bit of a smile, "it is difficult to accept loss, is it not? You must always remember that life must continue ... and our lost loves would be the first to tell us so."

"Yes ... I had been trying to convince myself of that for many years ... knowing that I am not alone in my grief makes it easier to bear, I think." As I lay there, thinking about what had just happened, I realized that I still had not 'made love' to a woman in the traditional sense. I rolled onto my side, and brushed the hair out of her eyes, then followed the contour of her face and neck, lightly brushing my fingers along her throat ... eventually making my way to her breast.

As I encircled her nipple with my thumb, I asked gently, "would you like me to make love to you? As male and female? I admit, it is something I would like to experience, at least once, and I can think of no one else I would rather do it with."

"Yes, I would like that very much." and with that, she removed the strap-on.

I was still fully aroused, due to the Riilin, yet unsure how to proceed. T'Laar, sensing this, opened the light mind touch once again, so that I would know what pleased her, as she whispered, "explore my body all you wish ... but do not linger too long ... I ache for fulfilment."

I bent over to flick my tongue across her tight nipple, as my hand moved over her belly. She moaned, and arched her back, pressing her tit into my mouth ... I sucked the nipple in, rolling it around with my tongue. Her other nipple I rolled with my fingers, bringing it, too, to a hard peak. I alternated sucking and licking ... as I pulled away, teasing the nub with the tip of my tongue, she arched her back even further, trying to increase the stimulation to her breast.

I then got up on my knees, to give the other nipple some attention ... as I did, my erection pressed against her hip. She continued to writhe against me, mentally urging me to take her. I could feel her heat ... her need ... as I moved between her legs, instinctively knowing what to do, or at least reading the knowledge in her mind.

As I pressed into her, I intentionally held back ... if I gave in to the desire to thrust, I would come long before she obtained any satisfaction out of our encounter. Instead, I slipped in part way, then retreated ... then entered a bit more, and retreated once again.

My actions were driving her to distraction, and myself as well, as I sensed her passion through our connection. As my need grew more intense, I found myself thrusting deeper and harder. Suddenly, her muscles clamped down on my engorged flesh, as she parted my cheeks, and slipped her finger into me ... with an inarticulate cry, I came.

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As I anointed Vorik's flesh with Riilin, he nearly came. I could sense through our bond that he had been very close before my touch ...apparently, he was fully aroused due to a brief encounter with Spock just prior to our meeting ...it would not take much to bring him to the brink.

He pulled me to him, pushing the robe off of my shoulders, ravishing my body in his need. I lay down on my robe, as he knelt between my raised knees ... his first thrust was hard and deep ... I gasped as he entered me. He held still, letting me get accustomed to the intrusion.

It took only a moment for the initial discomfort to dissipate ... when I was ready, I started to rock my hips, encouraging him to move within me. In no time, we had developed a rhythm that was the most pleasurable sensation I had ever felt ... I found myself grabbing his ass, pulling him deeper into me as I wrapped my legs around his hips.

He came, as I tightened my inner muscles around him. As his fluid filled me, I felt my own body responding, squeezing and releasing, urging him to a new level of arousal even as he spent his seed.

Temporarily sated, yet still quite hard, Vorik pulled out of me, and collapsed on the ground next to me. He ran his hands over my body, pinching my nipples as he whispered, "I think we should go in, now ... before I have to fuck you again."

"What of Spock?" I asked, knowing that we had agreed to go our separate ways once the obligatory coupling was accomplished.

Vorik paused for a moment, as if listening to some inner voice. After a moment, he said, "Spock is currently engaged ... I believe we have time for another round, if you would like."

I smiled, and quickly stood, offering my hand to Vorik. His arousal did nothing to hinder his agility, and he was on his feet with little effort ... pulling me to him as he stood. He bent down to suck on my nipple, as he fondled between my legs. I grabbed him, firmly stroking the length of his shaft, and squeezing the base ... a small trickle of pre cum leaked from the slit, and I ran my thumb across it, rubbing the fluid around the head.

He moaned, as he bit down on my tit ... I reacted by lightly pinching the head of his cock, which he obviously enjoyed. Knowing there was little time left till his need would overcome him, I took the initiative ... grabbing him by the cock, as if it were a lead, I pulled him toward our tent. I had no idea which side Spock and my mother were on, but it really didn't matter ... there was ample room for several people on either side.

As I lifted the flap, I discovered Spock and T'Laar ... fully engrossed with each other, and completely oblivious to our presence. Vorik, for his part, was also oblivious ... his need was upon him once more, and he threw me to the cushions. This time, however, I would continue to be the aggressor ... as he positioned himself, I wrapped my legs around him, and rolled ... he was quickly pinned beneath me.

My strength was a surprise to Vorik ... and I smiled as I pinned his hands above his head. I was lying atop him, my legs straddling his hips, with his cock trapped between our bodies. I could feel his cum leaking, making my stomach slick.

I released his hands so as to play with his nipples ... he convulsed as I pinched the hard little nubs. He lifted me by the hips, letting his aching cock spring from its confinement ... as he let me down, he slid effortlessly into my depths.

This time, I was in control of the rhythm ... moving in a circular motion ... sliding up and down ... taking him deep, then standing so that only the very tip of him was still inside me. Every move I made sent knew waves of pleasure through my body ... and by the sounds Vorik was making, I was driving him absolutely wild.

I was glad ... I had been unsure if I would be able to make him happy, considering his preference in partners. Mother had taught me well, apparently. Later, when we were officially married, I would offer to use a strap-on ... but not all the time, of course.

I was close ... Vorik had to be beyond his limit, yet he had held back. I shifted my weight, leaning back slightly and taking him deep ... I fondled myself with my hand, stimulating him in the process. My eyes were closed, as I moved in a circular motion, my muscles milking him for all he was worth ... he arched his back, as he came ... my own orgasm cresting at the same time.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Spock, standing at Vorik's head, coming into his mouth as my mother stood pressed behind him, pinching his nipples. The sight made my muscled involuntarily convulsed on Vorik's still erect penis, and he burst forth once again. The orgasm that coursed through my body was even more intense than the first, as I realized my bond to Vorik had intensified ... then I realized I was getting the residual effects of his bond with Spock, as well as the light meld my mother had made to make this encounter easier on him.

That's when I realized that my mother had her strap-on shoved up Spock's ass ... I could sense her pleasure at the power this gave her, and knew that I *would* have the same power with Vorik one day.

Finally sated, at least for a time, we collapsed in a great heap. We lie there, lightly fondling each other, not sure how we would be paired up next. But soon, Spock and Vorik were fondling each other, and it was time for mother and me to leave. I stood, taking mother by the hand ... and we left the tent, unacknowledged by the two men who suddenly had eyes only for each other.

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Although Riilin was used mainly for the ritualistic aspects of Rumairie, there was always a small jar of it in each tent for those who wished to extend the effects for the duration. Aside from its performance enhancing qualities, it was also a fantastic lubricant. By massaging a bit onto the anus, it would loosen the sphincter enough to ease entrance, and still have the effect of maintaining an erection.

I knew that T'Laar had already used it on Spock in that manner, but T'Pea had not prepared me. "Spock," I said, as I offered him the jar. "I need you."

"Of course," he said, as he took the offered jar and dipped his fingers in. I rolled over, spreading my legs to ease his access. As his finger slipped in, I sighed ... everything T'Pea had done had been wonderful ... but *nothing* compared to this!

Soon, a second finger had joined the first, and Spock was spreading my cheeks as he probed my depths. I started humping the cushion beneath me, as he added a third finger. When he hit that certain spot, I nearly came, but Spock prevented it. I heard him whispering for me to control ... to feel the passion, but to hold back.

I did not know what he was doing, but it felt absolutely fantastic! The desire ... the passion ... every impulse I felt was telling me to explode in the most intense orgasm of my life ... but I could not do it. And as he pulled me to my knees, and pressed his cock into me, the passion grew in intensity ... and the desire for release became more intense, but still I did not come.

After an eternity, with my cock throbbing ... aching ... wanting ... no, needing release, he moved just so, and his cock hit *that* spot. It was too much, and I exploded in wave after wave of ecstasy. I was beyond feeling, as I collapsed, Spock still firmly in me.

He rolled us over, so that he was spooned against my back, lightly fondling my cock as he nibbled on my neck. I was wasted ... completely spent, yet due to the Riilin, still as hard as can be. Spock obviously enjoyed playing with me, and I knew that I would soon be raring to go again. Spock, apparently, already was, as I could feel him moving inside me as he gently moved his hips.

I had somewhat regained my senses ... at least enough to ask, "what was that?"

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked, with a smile in his voice.

"Did I enjoy it? What a silly question," I thrust my ass back toward him, to let him know I was recovering, as I went on, "of course I enjoyed it ... but tell me, what did you do? I have never felt anything so intense in my life."

"It is a little something I have not done in nearly seventy years ... but thanks to you, I am at peace with the past ... and am ready to experience passion once again." and with these words, Spock touched my face in the traditional meld points, and initiated a mind meld ... offering me the chance to be his bonded t'hy'la.

Without hesitation, I accepted, and he opened his mind to me, and I to him ... ::: never and always ... touching and touched :::

~ THE END ~

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