Title: After the Rescue

Part: NEW 13/73

Author: Karmen Ghia, karmen_ghia@yahoo.com

Series: TOS

Romance Code: S/Mc and then some.

Rating: NC-17

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Legend: * * * separates events in time; ~ separates events that are more or less simultaneous.

See part one for disclaimers, etc.

Hobie sat with his bridge crew on the Ling watching Spock's Vulcan wedding deteriorate into tragedy in one corner of the view screen. He was trying not to be too happy about it because Maja, Jir and Ling were watching him, it and each other from the other three corners.

"Well, this is awful, Ling, how do you come to have such an awful thing?" Hobie was trying to hide his elation at Spock's downfall.

"Maja told me to get it from Vulcan." He looked at his brother. "It turns out to be all the old families can talk about these days." Ling was not elated. He was horrified by T'Pring's actions.

"I knew KirkaFara was stupid, but not that stupid." Jir put in. "To accept a challenge not knowing a thing about it is the most incredibly stupid thing I've seen in a long time."

Maja Talljet was silent.

Ling: "The Sa's think T'Pau's gone over the edge."

Hobie: "How so?"

Ling: "They say that this is the worst possible interpretation of the Surakian code and should not be allowed. The Kalifee is only to be invoked when the husband is judged unfit to breed. Not because the wife doesn't like the way he wears his hair."

Jir: "The Vulcan family lawyers would agree with you."

Maja was silent.

Ling: "Well, I tell you one thing, lads, T'Pring and T'Pau – they're right off the A list."

Hobie: "They were never on my A list."

Jir: "Nor mine."

Hobie: "But I wonder why she did it?"

Ling: "To marry Stonn."

Jir: "Which one?"

Ling: "The one that lived on her father's estate."

Shocked silence.

Jir: "The gardener's son, Stonn? That Stonn?"

Ling nodded.

Hobie: "Poor Stonn. She had him on a leash when we knew them, I can't imagine what she'll do to him now."

"Perhaps she'll calm down and treat him right now that Spock is out of the way." Maja was stony with all this gossip, but wanted to know: "Where the fuck were his parents while their only child was being sacrificed to the cruel Surakian gods of logic?"

Ling: "Sarek still considers him outcast for joining Star Fleet. I also hear Sarek is ill."

"Has he no mother to protect him from the Vulcans?"

Jir: "Maja, be fair, what could Lady Amanda have done?"

"Been there."

Hobie: "What, and been as weak and useless a Terran as ever?"

Jir rolled his eyes, Maja and Hobie had some grudge against Amanda that he and Ling did not share, understand or even want to know about.

"Let us thank the unknowable mercy of the mind of god that Dr. McCoy is not such a weak and useless Terran."

The brothers silently gave varying degrees of thanks for Leonard McCoy and his hypospray.

"And let us thank god that at least someone loves Spock enough to save him for once."

Ling: "We loved him, Nolo."

"And we failed him."

Hobie: "Maja!"

"We were not enough for him to want to stay with us."

Jir: "Maja, please."

"And he chose exile and unhappiness named Vulcan duty because we were not enough."

Hobie: "Noli."

"Because I was not enough."

Ling: "Oh, Maja."

"And he is so fucking stupid I can't even imagine how he finds his way out of bed in the morning."

His brothers exhaled in relief.

"What was he thinking taking those humans to Vulcan? Did it never occur to him that T'Pring might just reject him after milking him for the bride price?"

Ling was tapping into his computer, he whistled appreciatively: "That girl twisted some change out of him. He's been paying into her account for years."

Hobie: "How'd you know this, Maja?"

"I saw it in Spock's mind once. I remember thinking no one would ever pay so much for me."

Jir: "No, they only lay Empires and Religions at your feet."

"She would have been smarter to marry the VulCheq and kept Stonn on the side. At least the money would have kept coming in."

Ling: "True enough. Her family is very hard up these days. Been so a long time."

Hobie: "Perhaps she had a point to make."

Jir: "Such as?"

Hobie: "That she was not willing to throw herself away on Spock." He watched carefully for Maja's reaction.

"Perhaps," Maja almost snarled. "However, was it necessary to try to kill him? Or worse, to let him rot in prison for killing his Captain and his friend."

Hobie: "How do you know this, Maja?"

"I can feel it in Spock's mind."

There was another shocked silence.

Jir: "After all these years you're still linked to him."

"Just a little and only when he is under extreme emotional stress."

Ling: "That's how you knew about the Kalifee before I did."

Maja nodded.

"What now?" Hobie asked.

"Nothing." Maja shrugged, "Hochofedra. Godspeed to him and us on our separate paths. I hope he finds peace and happiness but I doubt it. I've lost the contact but the last feeling in his mind was something about having everything he wanted. I do hope his reach does not exceed his grasp. It felt as if everything he wanted was perhaps more than he could handle but I don't know what or how." He inhaled, "And I don't care. It's done, he's free of Vulcan, he got the smartest human in the galaxy in his bed and his heart – let us hope he has the sense to keep him, and he has all of Star Fleet and the Federation as his oyster. Godspeed. Live long and prosper."

"Indeed, Maja, indeed." Hobie was impressed by his Noli's good, if somewhat ruthless, sense.

They bid each other farewell and promised to meet soon on Rovirin. Jir returned to the Sultan, Ling to his business and Hobie to his fleet.

Maja raised his shields. He looked down at his tattooed hands and gave into one last twinge of regret over losing SpockDeVulCheq so many years ago.

'Oh, how I loved him and I didn't even know what it was. Can't I ever love anyone else like that? Nothing compares; nothing at all. And he did not love me. And he did not love me.'

He looked at his hands again, squared his shoulders, put the past firmly behind him and became, once again, Master Ghet of the Klingon Empire.

A very busy man, Master Ghet, he returned to his sculpture and gave it his entire attention.

So thorough was his discipline, he didn't give SpockDeVulCheq any further thought until events conspired to overwhelm even his best intentions.

* * *

Kirk lay on his bed, tired after a long day and a hard won chess game with Spock. He faintly wondered how Spock could have the energy to continue his scientific discussions with Bones after such a battle but perhaps there were wells of Vulcan strength he was unaware of.

He felt very mellow (a small victory brandy) and vaguely aroused. This was not unusual, he was often vaguely aroused in the long stretches between shore leaves. He did feel that there was something unusual about this arousal, as if he were on the brink of some erotic discovery. Pleasant as that might be, he decided a cool shower and a good night's sleep would solve everything.

~

In his own quarters, Spock had just finished stripping McCoy and was running his hands and tongue over as much of the doctor as he could reach. He felt extra aroused and McCoy's cool sweet skin felt and tasted especially delicious to him.

McCoy was definitely warming up. He'd found a distracted Vulcan when he'd arrived chez Spock and had wondered what was up. The Vulcan seemed to be mulling something over as he blandly kissed his doctor. After a moment he snapped out of it, whatever it was, and the kiss became quite emphatic, on both sides.

Spock had been distracted. He'd been puzzling over the lost chess game and replaying the last eighteen moves in his head. He found this difficult as his thoughts strayed to the vision of Jim's hand on a chess piece or Jim's lips as he sipped from his coffee. His concentration had been normal during the game, why was it now wandering off the subject? He'd then had an extremely odd thought: how would Jim's hands and lips look and feel if he, not Spock, were now kissing Leonard? How would the doctor feel to a member of his own species? This speculation enflamed the Vulcan and he made short work of getting McCoy out of his clothes and onto the bed.

~

Kirk's shower did not have the hoped for effect. He found himself letting the water play over his lips and had an intense desire to kiss someone for a long, long time. He was still half erect as he toweled off.

He considered working but the desire to lay down and masturbate was too great. This urgency made him feel like a teenager again.

'Oh well,' he thought, 'no one needs to know.' He got comfortable on his bed and began to fondle his arching cock while fantasizing a long passionate kiss with an unseen lover whose strong arms returned his embrace.

Strong arms? Well, he did like strong women. Was it a woman? Of course it was a woman, probably an alien woman with strong arms.

And thick brown hair and languid blue eyes. (!)

~

Spock, naked, writhing on top of an equally naked, writhing McCoy pulled back from the intense kiss, ostensibly to catch his breath but really to trace the half sensed extra something he was feeling. To cover his confusion he kissed a trail to McCoy's nipple and closed his lips around the hard nub. This elicited a groan and arch.

This was pleasing. Spock felt inspired to vary his caress by flicking the tip of his tongue just at the end of the nipple; teasing it higher. McCoy shivered and undulated against him.

~

Just flicking the tip of his tongue against a rock hard nipple was one of Kirk's favorite things. Drove women wild, even flat chested ones like this one in his fantasy.

He'd ignored the earlier moment of confusion (panic was too strong a word), intense arousal had swept aside all considerations of brown hair and blue eyes. Although he'd known and loved women with brown hair and blue eyes he didn't feel it was of them he was thinking. So he ignored it in favor of the bead of moisture on the tip of his cock. He put his full attention on the bead of moisture on the tip of his 'dreamgirl's' cock. (!!)

~

Spock was licking the bead of moisture off the tip of McCoy's cock when the bolt of Jim's panic jolted through him and he finally realized that the link was open. He was glad his teeth had not been on sensitive flesh.

He buried his face in Leonard's flank and was very still, listening for Jim, who was also very still.

He stroked Leonard with his hand, hoping to hide his confusion from his lover. He was also hoping that Jim would somehow perceive the strokes to be his own hand on his own cock and therefore still believe he was having a fantasy as opposed to what was really the case: that he was in bed, telepathically, with Spock and McCoy.

Spock was shocked to the core when he felt, in Jim's fantasy, Jim's tongue circle around the fantasy cock. It was so compelling an image/sensation that Spock could do nothing but imitate it, doubling and redoubling the erotic sensation between them and driving McCoy completely wild.

'Whatever's gotten into Spock tonight has got to stay! He's inspired and inspirational tonight!' McCoy thought ecstatically.

~

'Okay, so in this fantasy I'm giving a blow job and I'm loving it. So, in that case, I'll do all the things I like and that will get me off,' Kirk's rational mind was hunting for any reason for his body to be so turned on.

'This is wild,' he thought, swallowing the hard pink fantasy cock, sweet and salty taste, hot musky scent.

Feeling his 'dreamman' writhe with pleasure beneath his mouth, Kirk arched and slowed his strokes on his own cock.

'Let's see just how far this new train of thought goes.'

~

Spock had tried to encourage Kirk's orgasm but couldn't really make him come without revealing himself. He had also had a flash of what Kirk now wanted to do. Or was it Kirk having a flash of what Spock wanted to do?

McCoy knew what he wanted to have done next: "Fuck me right now," he commanded breathily.

How could Spock really refuse? It was what everybody concerned wanted and badly.

~

/Fuck me right now/ Kirk heard his old friend Leonard McCoy say clear as day in his head. He froze in the shock of recognition.

'Nah,' he thought. 'Yeah?'

~

Spock felt Kirk freeze and so to give that human a moment to recover and to tease this human a little more, he decided to suck on the rosy head of McCoy's cock a little longer. He even made little slurping noises which caused McCoy to groan with pleasure.

~

'What a beautiful sound,' Kirk managed to think through his discombobulation, 'I want to hear it again.'

~

While Spock considered he slurped the cock again so Jim could hear Leonard's pleasured groan. 'Ah. How nice for all of us.' And he decided that if the idea of penetrating Leonard in what Jim thought was a fantasy was too much for him, he could simply pick up another train of thought. The only thing keeping Jim here telepathically was his intense desire to be here after he had stumbled in.

'Or,' Spock thought (slurp-groan-ah!), 'did I open the link by thinking about the chess game while kissing Leonard?' (wimper-slurp-groan-ah!) 'I have no erotic feelings for Jim but I am very much enjoying his erotic reaction to Leonard's erotic reaction to ..'(slurp-groan-ah! /fuck me!/).

~

'I will, I want to, Kirk was panting mentally, 'what do I...?'

~

Spock crouched between McCoy's legs which McCoy pulled up to his chest to give Spock better access to the anatomy he sought.

McCoy was more wanton and lustful than Spock had seen him since the early part of their romance. That, in itself, was terribly exciting but the Vulcan also had Jim, wanton, lustful and extremely curious, with him, too.

He slipped in two fingers and wiggled them around to stretch McCoy for penetration. Jim had recoiled from this at first but now seemed to be extremely interested in it. Kirk was even more interested when Spock stroked McCoy's prostate and the response that action elicited from the doctor.

Spock removed his fingers, gathered McCoy into his arms and gave him a deep, sweet kiss, waiting for Jim to decide how he wanted Spock, his agent, to fuck McCoy, the object of his desire.

~

Kirk relaxed a little.

'He needs to be well lubed so I don't hurt him,' he mused, 'and now that he is....'

In his fantasy he breaks off his kiss and leans back. Slipping his hands under Bones' knees he gently drapes, first one then the other leg, over his shoulders. He feels McCoy inch toward him in anticipation.

'You're going to love this, Bones,' he thinks huskily.

He rolls the object of his desire a bit forward and centers his slippery cock at the entrance of his old friend's body.

/yes yes/ McCoy sighs beneath him.

'Yes.' He presses in gently, hears McCoy's groan, feels him arching for deeper contact. He would like to plunge in but feels constrained to move slowly so as not to hurt his lover.

Slipping into the tight heat millimeter by millimeter (stroke, stroke, stroke), he looks into his lover's blue eyes. So much love there, so much passion.

'How have I never conjured this up before?,' he thinks, 'it's delightful.'

He hit bottom and could feel McCoy swooning with pleasure beneath him.

~

'Yes,' Spock thought, 'very delightful.'

He began to pump Leonard slowly, finding the angle that put the most pressure on his lover's prostate and attentively watched his face contort with sexual pleasure.

"Yes, yes," McCoy panted, "harder, faster."

~

/yes, yes, harder, faster/ (stroke, STRoke, STROKE)

~

Spock was all sensation now, within and without. He fucked McCoy with long hard strokes in rhythm with Jim's hand on Jim's cock.

Faster, harder, deeper, longer.

McCoy was thrusting against the Vulcan in the same rhythm. Panting, whimpering, ready to die or kill for the incipient orgasm looming just over him. And then it was upon him, he arched, thrashing against Spock, clenching fiercely around the hard Vulcan cock inside him.

Spock slammed into him once more and came.

~

Kirk, writhing with the sensation of strong fantasy muscles clenching on his fantasy cock, slammed both hands up and down his cock once and came all over his chest and belly.

~

All three fought for consciousness and lay panting and spent.

~

Spock moved McCoy's legs off his shoulders and lay his head on the doctor's heaving chest to catch his breath. He lay listening to McCoy's heartbeat and listening for Jim's next thought.

~

Kirk sighed with pleasure, rolled over and went to sleep.

~

"That was incredible, Spock," McCoy murmured when he could.

"Ummmmm." Spock affirmed, not moving, rather wishing he, too, could just roll over and go to sleep.

McCoy stroked his soft hair and pinched an earlobe: "C'mon, lover, let me up before you conk out."

Spock exhaled and rolled off McCoy and onto his back. He felt floppy, like he hadn't a bone left in his body.

The doctor rose and disappeared into the bathroom. Spock did not look up but heard water running.

Having rinsed himself off, McCoy returned with a warm wet cloth and proceeded to bathe Spock, who, if anything, got even floppier. He fell asleep.

McCoy covered him with a blanket and smoothed his hair. He sat for a moment looking down at his sleeping lover and wanted this moment to last forever.

The damp, cooling cloth brought him back to reality. He hung it in the shower to dry, dressed, twitched the covers a little higher on the comatose Vulcan and went to his quarters to pass out in his own bed.

No other events of note were recorded that night.

* * *

Kirk eventually came to terms with the newfound guilty pleasure his fantasies of fucking and sucking Bones brought him. He would have liked to have confided his concerns about it to someone but the only person he might have done so to was the very object of his desire. So he learned to live with it and even decided to enjoy it.

'After all,' he reasoned. 'It's only a fantasy and it will probably go away the next time we hit a port where I can get seriously laid.'

* * *

At the next port he got seriously laid four times and felt at peace with the universe.

For a while.

Until he realized that it was more than fantasy sex with his CMO.

Until he realized he was in love with his CMO.

* * *

McCoy was completely oblivious to all this. He was perfectly happy tumbling into bed with Spock once or twice a week and enjoyed the new level of erotic intensity they'd lately achieved.

He also felt loved more cosmically by Spock since the Pon Farr. Cosmically was as close has he could come to describing it. He felt cherished as usual by the Vulcan but he also felt love that seemed to come not from Spock but through him. He did not care as long as it was wonderful.

The doctor occasionally had a guilty thought that he knew about the accidental bonding and Jim did not. 'This must be how the secret lover feels about the lawful spouse,' he mused. But he pushed it away. There was nothing he could do to get Spock to tell Jim about the bond. Spock was particularly immovable on the subject so McCoy dropped it and simply enjoyed their harmonious relationship.

He had his work, his lover, his friend - who could ask for more?

Spock was enjoying McCoy's happiness more than he let on to his lover. He was, however, extra attentive to the doctor's moods and did what he could to lighten them when they grew dark. A caress, a compliment, a question about his research would take McCoy's mind off whatever was troubling it.

He found himself being so attentive because Jim was more sensitive to McCoy's moods than Spock had previously realized. Perhaps due to the fact of their long friendship, Spock often observed Kirk thinking of ways to amuse or tease the doctor.

Spock was as close to enchanted with his existence as he ever allowed himself to be. He truly enjoyed seeing his lover charmed by his bondmate and the pleasure that provoked in all three of them.

Bondmate. Yes, well, one should call things what they are until they can be changed.

The link between Kirk and Spock was providing all three with a great deal of sexual pleasure. For Kirk it was the wicked pleasure of intense and forbidden fantasy. For McCoy the feeling of being deeply loved (he was anyway, it was just very subtle). For Spock it was the triple sensation of Kirk, McCoy's and his own pleasure, pleasuring and being pleasured.

Gradually, however, he began to feel a shift in Kirk's emotional energy toward McCoy, it took on a more intense and determined cast. It reminded Spock of Jim when he went after a prize with his heart and soul.

'If he wants Leonard,' Spock thought seriously, 'would I be able to deny him?'

The Vulcan did not know and did not want to find out.

* * *

end of part 13

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