Title: After the Rescue

Part: NEW 15/73

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.

McCoy's and Spock's errand to Plintes 3 was more design than accident. Spock had been in contact with one of Styren's assistants, Sirev, who was Spock's cousin by blood and Styren's cousin by marriage (the familial relationships were so complex the Standard word cousin was very useful to describe situations that required graphs and extensive knowledge of Vulcan history and custom to understand. Almost half of Vulcan is related by blood or marriage). Spock had written to Sirev to let him know how close the Enterprise would soon be to the Plintes system and encouraged Styren to request his and Dr. McCoy's presence on Plintes 3.

Dr. Styren obliged Sirev as they were both anxious to see Spock after his divorce. A Vulcan divorce is almost unheard of and surviving males even more so. The Kalifee was public knowledge. It is customary to record marriages and, in this case, the battle and its outcome. Unless the privacy seal is invoked the record can be accessed by anyone with access to the Vulcan data archives and an interest. Both had viewed the recording, both knew that T'Pring had been bonded to Stonn the next day and they were curious to hear Spock's side of it.

Vulcans, contrary to their stoic public image in the Federation, privately have a huge appetite for news about their fellow Vulcans. This is more commonly known a gossip in the rest of the galaxy. The research team on Plintes 3 had been away from Vulcan for a long time and were very much looking forward to a long session of "news" with Spock.

They were also looking forward to meeting McCoy whose work in xenobiology was much admired throughout the Federation by this time. He and Spock, in addition to being brilliant scientists, had been, in the course of the five year mission thus far, in the most enviable places in the galaxy to do research. In addition to his contribution to science, McCoy's role in the Kalifee was much discussed by the Vulcans - such deviousness was foreign but fascinating to them and they looked forward to meeting its perpetrator.

Spock was aware of all this from Sirev's letters and he was mulling it over as he packed. It had not occurred to him to invoke the privacy seal on the Kalifee, he was not disturbed by its public knowledge. In fact, it saved a great deal of explaining why he was not now married to T'Pring as he should be. As he had never wanted to be. What it did not explain clearly was why he lived and the most obvious conclusion most frequently drawn over the ensuing months had been that his diluted Vulcan blood had caused Spock to fail, yet again, as a Vulcan. He preferred and even encouraged this speculation.

He had recently, however, had a note from SaGolia of the eccentric Sa family on his birthday (she was one of the few beings that remembered his birthday) which had contained an odd postscript: 'PS. Spock, we Sas have watched the Kalifee over and over and over and don't believe for a nanosecond that your Terran blood saved you. You always out-vulcaned the Vulcans when you were a youth, logically you should be dead. SaMirt reminds us of old legends prior to the Surakian dictatorship that tell of warriors spontaneously bonding in battle, making peace and creating the alliances that were so cruelly crushed in the name of logic in the war of logical aggression by you know who. We all think this is rather farfetched but, then again, so are you and we are rather convinced if such a thing could happen it could only happen to you. We have concluded that you are bonded to Dr. McCoy because a) you were restored to sanity after he pushed you away from the prostrate Captain Kirk, and b) you couldn't possibly be bonded to someone as stupid as Kirk and he is the only other possibility. By the way, my door is always open to you but closed permanently to T'Pring and T'Pau. They are a disgrace to Vulcan womanhood if such a thing is still possible. Save me an Imman.'

Spock had marveled at SaGolia's astuteness and SaMirt's grasp of history. He had researched pre-reform legends and there was an obscure reference to such occurrences. He was directed to an epic poem in old Vulcan that was so dull even in modern translation he'd given up and taken SaMirt's word for it. SaMirt was a renowned Old Vulcan scholar and historian. Spock was also relieved that only the Sas would come to such an incredible and nearly accurate conclusion and that nobody amongst Spock's circle on Vulcan ever took the Sas seriously

'What circle?' he thought, 'my life there is over.'

He picked up a tube of lubricant and tossed it into his bag. Upon a second's reflection, he tossed in another.

~

McCoy was unaware of Spock's machinations to get them to Plintes 3, he was simply glad to be going off with his lover. He dearly hoped they would find time to be alone and had packed an extra jar of lubricant in that hope.

He was ready for a break from the ship. His relationship with Jim had been back to normal for months but he had noticed a minute change between Jim and Spock. They were more in tune with each other, he'd noticed Spock watching Jim's hands more lately, and Jim had switched their chess games from the rec room to his quarters. McCoy was feeling a little shut out but he dismissed it because sex was better than ever with Spock. He wondered if Spock was reading erotica because the variety of his caresses was awesome

'He is positively inspired in bed these days,' McCoy thought fondly.

McCoy wondered if the bond was affecting Jim and Spock but Spock was so closed on the subject he could never bring himself to broach it. As long as peace and harmony remained among them why spoil it? At least that's how he reasoned.

He closed his bag and went to the shuttle bay where Spock was waiting for him and they set off for Plintes 3.

* * *

McCoy had looked up from his reading in surprise when he felt Spock's warm hand on his thigh: "Don't you have to pilot this thing, Spock, perhaps you shouldn't be distracted?"

"Auto pilot." Spock pulled him out of his seat and onto the floor of the craft.

"Oh," McCoy got out before Spock's lips crushed his.

"Are you concerned, Leonard?" Spock broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.

"No." He pulled Spock back down to him.

They undressed each other and squirmed around in the limited space as best they could. They soon discovered a sixty-nine was the best position and applied themselves to some serious cocksucking.

McCoy ran his tongue around the head of Spock's penis, loving his taste and texture. He bobbed up and down as far as he could. By relaxing his throat he could get most of Spock down his throat without gagging. It was an accomplishment he was very proud of.

It was an accomplishment Spock was also very excited by. He played his tongue along the underside and then over the head of McCoy's cock. He fondled his scrotum and nuzzled the soft skin at the base of this cock.

McCoy was enjoying himself. He cupped Spock's ass in his hands and gave it a hard squeeze. He stroked the strong lean thighs and nuzzled his balls, sucking each in turn before returning to the pale green shaft. He sucked noisily on the head until Spock gave him an irritated swat.

The pleasure of the sensation is canceled out by the annoyance of the sound, he was thinking as he massaged McCoy's tingling cheek. He further thought he'd like to come and have a nap and to that end he swallowed the doctor's cock to the root.

Spock had very powerful throat and mouth muscles and soon had McCoy writhing in ecstasy.

"Spock, I can't ..." McCoy panted as he arched and came with a sob.

Spock planted a kiss on the now soft human flesh and moved around to where he was face to face with his lover: "You can't what, Leonard?" He held the shaking human in his arms and kissed him.

"I can't wait," McCoy breathed and rolled Spock on top of him and into a deep kiss.

McCoy broke the kiss and urged Spock's hips up along his body until the Vulcan was straddling his chest. A few more pulls and pushes and he had maneuvered Spock's still hard penis into his mouth.

Spock looked down at his lover and gently slid his cock a little farther into his mouth.

McCoy tilted up to meet him. This looked uncomfortable to Spock so he cradled McCoy's neck in his hands and thrust gently in and out. McCoy stroked the Vulcan's hardness with his tongue, lips and even, ever so gently, his teeth. He ran his hands over the warm hips and ass, wishing there were more room to make love.

Spock would also have liked to have fucked McCoy but contented himself with cumming in his mouth which was also delightful. McCoy sucked him dry and pulled off the still hard flesh, giving the head a last hard lick. Spock shivered with pleasure and rose to check the instruments. He pulled a thermal blanket from a cabinet and lay beside McCoy, covering them.

He pulled McCoy into his arms and pillowed his head on his shoulder, adjusting the blanket around him. He brushed some thick brown hair out of the way and kissed the human's forehead. McCoy snuggled a little closer and dozed peacefully. Spock contemplated at the stars on the viewscreen for a few moments and then dozed off himself.

They arrived on Plintes 3 in time for dinner which was vegetarian, of course.

McCoy's brief nap had not refreshed him and thirteen hours in the shuttlecraft's cramped cabin had taken their toll.

Dr. Styren had noticed his fatigue at dinner and suggested that he go to bed and sent them off with Sirev to show them the way.

Styren asked Spock to come back when he had settled the doctor in bed. McCoy had thought it was strange choice of words but was too tired to analyze it just then.

The research station on Plintes 3 is housed in regulation Star Fleet prefabricated indestructible and extremely ugly structures. Prior to the research station, Plintes 3 had been called Lokka and had been a base for Captain Tossar and his pirates. Captain Tossar's new lover, some said master, Hobie Talljet, seemed to have connections to a Klingon commune and brought artisans to build houses, parks, and plazas on the shore for Tossar's people. Tossar had chosen Lokka for the same reason he'd chosen Hobie, they were both beautiful. Lokka had warm seas and hot springs, abundant fresh water and food that could be picked off the trees. Its animal population was small and none of it interesting to hunt so that was the only drawback in this Pirate utopia.

The settlement the Klingon artisans designed and built was a work of art. Houses scattered as if randomly, separated by the natural flow of the terrain and yet unobtrusively connected by plazas and paths and all in a defensible to ground assault pattern surrounding the pirate's treasure vault. The artisan's engineers built aqueducts and drainage and hinged it all on a renewable solar and hydro energy source. It was so well designed that porch lights lit, water was purified, gardens were irrigated and the clocks kept perfect time even during the resident's long absences. It was a joy to live there and the pirates and their families lived there joyously between raids.

Until the Federation encroached into the quadrant two years ago and Hobie (Tossar was long dead by then), no fool, decided there were other lovely planets to build lovely houses on and Lokka was abandoned. Losing Lokka was yet another brick in Hobie's wall of resentment against the Federation and Star Fleet. Maja was not very happy about it either, the Gozshedrefreingin Commune had built some lovely structures there, now abandoned.

The Vulcan research team, however, were not stupid and moved immediately into the abandoned structures and enjoyed them very much. The houses had lines pleasing to Vulcan sensibilities inside and out, lots of windows overlooking the sea, wide doors opening onto patios and verandahs. The floors were covered with tiles made from indigenous clay and painted in colorful designs, the patios tiled in flagstones. The buildings were constructed from blocks of the local granite and the insides were plastered with a fine layer of cream colored clay that soothed the eye and kept the heat in during the winters.

Neither the pirates nor their treasure had been in residence when the starship transports had arrived but all their household goods were there. The lucky Vulcans inherited thick rugs, soft mattresses, warm blankets, fine linens, luminous porcelains, sparkling crystal, elegant furniture and paintings looted from all over non-aligned space.

The Vulcans closed up all but six of the houses around a plaza facing the sea and lived and worked in them harmoniously. They kept one house for their rare visitors and it was there Sirev led Spock and a sleepy McCoy.

Sirev brought them into the little house and showed them the two bedrooms, the kitchen, the sumptuous bath and the sitting room.

McCoy bid the Vulcans good night and stripped to shower. He felt odd in the spacious shower and looked forward to getting Spock in there with him as soon as possible. He toweled off and fell into the huge soft bed and was instantly asleep.

Spock returned to the Vulcans and accepted a cup of replicated Relan tea and thought wistfully of Jir's fresher brew.

They talked of Dr. Styren's work and related work by other scientists in the same field. Eventually Styren asked, in Vulcan, about Spock's parents.

"My father was ill but now he is well. My mother is also well."

"Why weren't they at your wedding?" Spock had almost forgotten Vulcan bluntness.

"I was still estranged from my father at that time." They were silent for a moment.

"I've known T'Pau for many years," Styren said, "but I cannot understand why she would allow the challenge to proceed with an offworlder."

"I believe she was merely following Vulcan law and tradition." Spock didn't really want to talk about it.

"Vulcan law and tradition only applies to Vulcans, Spock."

Styren continued softly, "Her actions were not only illogical they were cruel. She has caused a furor on Vulcan. The old families are making the most of it. They claim Surakian law, the bonding in childhood and the matriarchy are barbaric and should be swept aside and replaced by personal responsibility or free love or communal living, depending upon whom you talk to."

Spock wasn't comfortable being the focus of a new twist in a two thousand year old feud but what could he do?

Sirev spoke up: "I've had a letter from my grandmother, T'Poldi, she writes that the Ser's strongly disapprove of T'Pring's and T'Pau's actions and have called for T'Pau to step down from the High Council."

"On what grounds?" Spock was shocked, T'Pau had been on the High Council since before he was born.

"On the grounds that her judgment must be severely impaired to have so badly interpreted Surakian law that it became an instrument of cruelty for no better purpose than to humor T'Pring's whim."

"The Sa's, the Si's and the Ser's have all said that if T'Pau is an example of the best of the matriarchy then the matriarchy has run amok and its time is past," Styren put in. He was related to the Ser's by marriage of distant cousins and shared many of their opinions.

"T'Poldi also wrote that she had tea with SaGolia." Sirev's grandmother had interesting friends. "And mentioned that SaGolia had one of her strange dreams. In this dream all the great families of Vulcan went to a dance at the old Sa house, danced Immans and made peace with each other. SaGolia said that in her dream the Sa house was completely restored to how it was when she was a girl."

Which was a long time ago, Spock was thinking, but it explained the last line in her note to him. SaGolia believed her dreams were prophetic and, strangely, sometimes they were.

"She said all four Talljets were there, too, and all was forgiven." Sirev gazed at Spock. They had gone to the Western Vulcan Preparatory Institute together and he had known the Talljets there, too.

Spock raised his eyebrows: "That is quite a dream." The Vulcans nodded. Spock rose: "If you will excuse me, the journey has fatigued me as well so I will say good night."

Styren looked up at him: "Well, good night, Spock." He handed Spock a data wafer. "Here is the data you've come to collect. I give it to you now so you needn't rush out of bed tomorrow to start collecting it."

Spock stared at the wafer. Styren continued: "So that you and Dr. McCoy needn't rush out of bed tomorrow. You and the doctor may visit my lab anytime you wish while you are here but you may do as you please while you are here."

Sirev rose to walk Spock to the guesthouse.

Once out of earshot, Spock stopped and looked Sirev in the eye: "What does all this mean, Sirev?"

"Specify."

"The data collected in advance and the reference to not rushing out of bed."

"SaGolia has a theory that a bonding took place between you and Dr. McCoy in the Kalifee. She shared this theory with T'Poldi. T'Poldi mentioned it to her cousin, SerNevri, who mentioned it to Dr. Styren, his cousin-in-law. Your communication to me that it would be beneficial for you both to visit Plintes 3 has added to that speculation."

"I see." Spock clasped his hands behind his back to hide his irritation.

"Spock, Plintes 3 is a long way from Vulcan, it has taken over a year for the news to get this far and only because the Ser's are such a tight knit family did Dr. Styren hear about it. I heard about it from my grandmother, T'Poldi. I'm sure no one outside the old families knows about it or is interested in it. By now it's such old news, probably no one on Vulcan is talking about it anymore."

"And the other scientists here?"

"We all wish you and Dr. McCoy peace and long life, Spock."

Spock merely looked at him. Sirev continued: "The practice of keeping a male concubine is not unknown among Vulcans."

Spock sighed mentally.

"I hardly consider Dr. McCoy a concubine, Sirev."

"I mean no disrespect, Spock. Dr. McCoy's work in xenobiology is widely held in high esteem. I had considered his scientific ability to be a main factor in your attraction to him, in addition to whatever else is between you."

Spock was silently considering that eventually the five year mission would end and he would wish to make his relationship with McCoy public and probably official. He was not entirely dismayed that this group of respected Vulcan scientists were supportive of it already. It might cushion the blow of telling his family to have the support of one as well thought of as Dr. Styren.

Spock bid him good night and walked to the guesthouse where, seeing McCoy sleeping peacefully, he stripped and took a hot shower.

The sound of the shower woke McCoy and he rolled over. Then he stretched and sat up. His after dinner nap had refreshed him and he was looking forward to Spock's return. He tuned the bedside lamp on low and leaned back against the copious pillows to wait for his lover.

It was not a long wait; Spock was a fast bather by nature. He came out of the bathroom wearing the crimson robe McCoy had bought him two years ago on Arlisian 7.

"Did I wake you?"

"Yes, but I was hoping you would. Come on in, I feel lost all alone in here."

Spock slid beside his lover and took him in his arms. He pressed a long kiss on the doctor's lips and pulled him close.

McCoy drew back for air.

"What did you Vulcans talk about?" He asked breathlessly.

"I will tell you later." Spock was running his tongue down McCoy's chest. He paused to circle both hard nipples and proceeded lower. He spread McCoy's legs very wide and lay between them.

McCoy arched with pleasure when he felt Spock's hot breath on his cock. He was completely hard within moments of Spock twining his tongue around the head before swallowing it to the root.

"Oh, Spock."

Spock was too busy to reply. McCoy's taste and scent always excited him. He caressed the doctor's hips and ass and longed for deeper union.

So did McCoy and he reached down to pull the Vulcan up to him. He wrapped his legs around Spock and ran his tongue over his lips, licking his taste off them. While Spock grazed on his neck, he leaned over, opened a drawer in the table and handed the Vulcan a jar of lubricant.

Spock was pleased that McCoy had had so much foresight. He doubted he could have left the human to rummage for lube in his luggage. He rolled onto his back and McCoy on top of him.

"This is what I wanted in the shuttlecraft." Spock slipped slick fingers into the human.

"Me, too." McCoy rubbed them together as he moved to meet Spock's slippery, insistent digits.

Spock squeezed some lubricant into McCoy's hands and lay back as his lover made them both slick. He ran his hands up and down McCoy's thighs, teasing the sensitive inner thigh with his fingertips. He gently urged McCoy up and forward.

McCoy positioned himself over Spock's cockhead and moved slowly lower. He made the penetration slow and gentle for his own comfort and because it drove the Vulcan wild. He felt Spock's hands tighten on his thighs and watched him roll his head in pleasure.

After a moment of adjustment, McCoy slid all the way down. Spock moved his hands to the human's penis and began to caress him in long, slow strokes.

McCoy began to move in time with the Vulcan's hands on his cock. He slid up and down the length of Spock, slowly at first, increasing his tempo as Spock increased his. He changed his angle to feel the head of Spock's penis on his prostate and was suddenly very close to climax.

Spock was himself very close to climax and wanted McCoy with him. He increased the tempo of his caress and was gratified to feel the first drops of the human's effulgence on his belly. He thrust helplessly up into his lover and held him still, fully impaled, as he came.

Devastated with pleasure, McCoy fell forward into Spock's arms and lay there panting. Spock stroked his back with his warm hands and let his own breathing drop back down to normal. He moved McCoy enough to slip his still hard cock out and rolled the human onto his side.

They lay together in silence, drowsy but neither ready to sleep.

"We discussed the Kalifee," Spock began without preamble. "They believe I am bonded to you. I did not dissuade them. There is very little for us to do here because they have already collected all the data in anticipation of our visit. We may do as we please while here."

"You mean we get a little vacation, Spock?" McCoy's eyes glowed mischievously.

"Not entirely." That look in McCoy's eyes always made him a little wary. "We must look at Dr. Styren's lab and discuss his latest findings ..."

"Well, of course, I'm looking forward to that. But can we also sleep late and go to bed early?"

"They are expecting us to do that, Leonard."

"Do you mind, Spock?"

"Not at all." He pulled the human close and kissed his forehead. "But now let us sleep. This bed is very comfortable."

* * *

end of part 15

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