Title: After the Rescue

Part: NEW 18/73

Author: Karmen Ghia, karmen_ghia@yahoo.com

Series: TOS

Romance Code: S/Mc and then some.

Rating: NC-17

Appendices: http://members.tripod.com/karmen_ghia/atrappendices.html

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

See part one for disclaimers, etc.

"On course for Plintes 3, sir." Chekov stated briskly.

"We'll be a day early," Kirk mused aloud. "We can surprise Mr. Spock and Dr. McCoy."

"Aye, aye, sir."

* * *

"This is madness, Gozine." Master Khat was arguing for the tenth time that afternoon. "You will put yourself at risk when you can do nothing for him. Our best course is to wait for your brother..."

"I think that unwise." Master Ghet said flatly, removing the bronze runes, duplicates of the runes on his hands, from his habit's cloak thus making it anonymous. He had already changed his cassock for a black shirt and trousers. He was now stuffing dried fruits, vegetables, nuts and water tabs into the inner pockets, next to the doubloons, knives, rope, pencil and drawing pad. The dilithium crystals were sewn into the hem as usual. He completed these activities and turned to rubbing a cream that covered the tattoos into his hands. Finished, he put the tube in his cloak also.

Shortly after Sarek had been arrested the Commune received the news that Colonel Imstk had declared a state of emergency and himself provisional head of the government. He had the full support of Colonel Khalatz and the Garrison. Yustala and Morel had nothing to say as their heads were on stakes in front of the Palace of Government.

The Commune had wisely barricaded themselves into the cathedral at this news. This was their usual practice in times of civil unrest. It was advantageous in another way. When Khalatz arrived with his own guards to demand not only Tien but also Polmira, the Commune was not at home to them. They surmised that Khalatz was assessing how much damage he could inflict on the cathedral and commune with impunity. General Kizjiet would arrive in three days with the Hierophant Kroldt, whom he'd gone to fetch for the cathedral's consecration.

"You sent for me, Master." Tien entered sheepishly.

Master Ghet gave him a hard look. In the confusion following Sarek's arrest Tien's escapade had been overlooked. But not forgotten.

"And just what were you doing on that scaffolding?" Master Ghet gave his oldest son his full attention.

"I wanted to see whom you didn't want me to see." Tien knew only the truth would do here. He lowered his eyes.

Master Khat raised his eyebrows and almost smiled. Master Ghet did neither: "Why?"

"The way you told us to stay out of the cathedral, Master," he raised his eyes. "Something so strange was in your voice that I had to know who could make you sound ... "

The Masters waited.

"... sad and afraid at the same time. I'm sorry to disobey you but I had to know."

Master Khat drew a breath and hoped Gozine would not be too harsh with Tien.

Master Ghet merely looked at Tien with sorrow and love and regret that he did not know his first son better. Of course Tien would have tried to see what provoked him. Hadn't he himself overreacted to Sarek's arrival? Hadn't he himself skulked around in the shadows just for a glimpse of SpockDeVulCheq's father?

"Well," Master Ghet said quietly, "so now you know." He turned away.

"Leave us, please, Tien." Master Khat murmured. Tien closed the door quietly behind himself.

Master Khat turned back to Master Ghet but he had already gone.

* * *

"Order the Dancer, the Lokka and the Skolta to rendezvous with us at Rovirin." Hobie was seriously alarmed by the news from that planet.

'More speed,' he thought, 'more speed.'

* * *

Spock woke next to McCoy on the penultimate morning of their stay on Plintes 3 and felt his bondmate very near and very aroused. He reached for McCoy and kissed him awake.

~

Kirk had located McCoy's communicator and had beamed down nearby it in the cool gray dawn light. He was moving around the house, creeping up to the shuttered doors of the bedroom where he assumed McCoy was sleeping. He planned to surprise the doctor. Although he had behaved himself these many months, Kirk still enjoyed as much intimacy with McCoy as the doctor would allow. Surprising him in bed was just the sort of almost unacceptable liberty Kirk dared take with him. He found it rather odd but pleasant that the prospect of watching McCoy sleep was so arousing. He moved up to the shutters and peeked between them at the object of his affection. And froze.

Spock was exploring the inside of Leonard's mouth as he had every dawn since their arrival on Plintes 3. Leisurely morning sex was perhaps the most pleasant part of the stay. McCoy was responding with his usual fervor. He spread his legs and wrapped them around the Vulcan's waist as they provocatively ground their erections together.

Kirk stood transfixed, wishing he could free his suddenly painfully hard cock from his pants. He was silent and still, watching intently, not wanting to give his presence away. And yet, as Spock pulled back the covers, he vaguely felt that the Vulcan knew he was there and was giving him the best possible view of the proceedings.

Spock was almost overwhelmed by Kirk's, McCoy's and his own arousal. His hands shook as he squeezed lubricant onto his fingers and applied it to McCoy and himself. He rolled the doctor forward and centered his cock at the tight opening. He gently pressed the head in and watched breathlessly as McCoy arched against him with pleasure.

Kirk simply stopped breathing as Spock buried himself to the hilt in McCoy. He resumed breathing when the Vulcan established a steady rhythm fucking the doctor. He was almost wild with arousal when McCoy, the object of his denied desire for so long, thrust up wantonly to meet his lover's strokes. He watched them thrash together as they came and drew on measures of self-control he didn't know he had not to come himself.

'I must have him,' Kirk thought of McCoy.

/then come, t'hy'la, and have him/

McCoy, curled in Spock's side, did not see the door silently open. He was still breathing hard in the aftermath of a profound orgasm and was thoroughly enjoying Spock's fingers, on his cock and at his temple, stroking him to hardness again. This was something new but he attributed it to the limited amount of time they had left here together. They had certainly made good use of it thus far. He stretched voluptuously and rolled his head to see Kirk standing over him, smiling wickedly.

Spock microscopically tightened his grip on the doctor when McCoy recoiled against him. It was subtle but the 'lie still' message was not lost on the human.

McCoy could only wonder why Spock was still holding and stroking him with Jim standing there. And then Kirk pulled off his tunic and T-shirt and all doubt evaporated.

Kirk dispensed with his clothes, never breaking eye contact with McCoy. He was pleased when Spock hooked his ankle under McCoy's and spread the doctor's legs for him. He gratefully slid between them and silenced whatever McCoy started to say with a deep, forceful kiss. Kirk was enjoying the feel of McCoy's skin on his, especially his belly against Kirk's hard cock.

Spock broke contact and moved back to watch them. He could feel his bondmate swoon with pleasure as he rolled the doctor forward and slid his cock into him. He could feel McCoy trying to resist his own shocked erotic excitement as Kirk took him. Spock ran a warm hand down Kirk's back and flank, slowing his motions and coaxing him into a calmer rhythm. He reached for the tube of lubricant and squeezed some on his fingers. He reached between them to stroke McCoy reassuringly as he slipped his fingers between the cheeks of Kirk's fine round ass.

Kirk had given a surprised thrust when Spock had slipped a slick fingertip into him. He thrust further into McCoy trying to elude the Vulcan's warm finger, thrusting into him. He slid back when Spock did. Very soon Kirk began to enjoy the sensation and found himself sliding out of McCoy and onto Spock's now two fingers and back into McCoy. He was awash in the multiple sensations of Spock's fingers in him, he in McCoy and McCoy's passionate and surrendered lips on his (McCoy had finally gotten over his shock and was engrossed in his incipient second orgasm of the morning.) Kirk, feeling the doctor's urgency, quickened pace and was gratified to feel McCoy thrusting against him, moaning against his mouth.

Spock wiped his fingers on a towel and applied a generous amount of lube to his own hard cock. He waited patiently for Kirk and McCoy to come.

Kirk was very close and knew McCoy was right behind him. He shortened his thrusts and ground his belly against the doctor's cock. He was gratified to hear McCoy's voluptuous groan and feel the first drops splash between them. He flung himself against the doctor thrice and collapsed on top of him, shuddering in his own wild climax. He lay atop the object of his desire, groaning with pleasure while McCoy gently stroked his broad shoulders.

McCoy felt more than saw Spock moving behind Kirk. He slipped first one leg and then the other between Kirk's and spread them very wide for the Vulcan. He very slightly tightened his hold on Jim's shoulders and looked Spock right in the eye as the Vulcan knelt between the four human legs.

Kirk jumped slightly at the feel of inhumanly warm hands spreading his cheeks. Whatever he would have said about it was silenced by McCoy's lips on his. Knowing he could have stopped Spock with a word, he was silent. It somehow seemed only right that as he had just made love to McCoy that Spock should now make love to him. He allowed himself to feel firmly held helpless between them. He hoped Spock would somehow realize it was his first time and be gentle.

McCoy felt Kirk's trepidation and soothed him.

"Relax, Jim, relax."

Spock was very gentle. He thrust gently against the entrance to Kirk's body until his cockhead slipped past the tight pink ring and stopped. He held there allowing Kirk to get used to the feeling.

McCoy held Kirk in his arms and planted kisses on his lower lip, soothing away the wince of pain.

"There, that's the hardest part. Now, push against him."

Spock slid in a little deeper. He adjusted his weight and the angle of Kirk's hips so McCoy was not crushed.

'Ever the gentleman,' McCoy thought. He wondered if this was such a good idea but knew they were too far into it to stop. He watched Spock's eyes fall shut as he achieved full penetration. McCoy knew that look and he wasn't sure he liked seeing it just now. He turned his attention back to Kirk, whose cock had slipped out and was hard again, moaning against his neck. McCoy reached between them to stroke Kirk in the same rhythm as Spock's gentle thrusts.

Once the pain had transmutated to pleasure, Kirk found he was enjoying himself very much. He moved his lips to McCoy's and tilted his neck to give Spock's lips better access to it. He rubbed his cock voluptuously against McCoy's belly and writhed beneath Spock's thrusts. He found himself at the threshold of his climax and held there, enthralled and enfolded in the rush of sensation between his two lovers. He thrust against McCoy until he felt the doctor responding with his own climax. Kirk groaned with pure animal pleasure as he came and felt Spock thrust all the way in and come himself. The rush of hot cum and hard jerking cock inside him was like nothing Kirk had ever imagined and he was nearly overwhelmed with pleasure.

McCoy, breathless, let them rest for a moment before he slid out from under them and went into the bathroom. He closed the door and ran a hot shower.

'This was a mistake,' he thought, stepping under the spray. 'I wonder just how bad a mistake.'

He was presently joined by Spock and Kirk, looking somewhat ill at ease.

'I wonder what happened after I left' McCoy speculated, sluicing the soap from his body, 'couldn't have been much, I've only been in here a few minutes.'

Kirk rinsed off and pulled the doctor into a deep kiss. He had felt more at ease with McCoy in bed and was glad to be with him again.

McCoy gently pulled away, drew Spock into his arms and kissed him sweetly. He moved back to rinse his pleasure-sated body once more and stepped out of the shower. He wrapped himself in the light robe he'd brought and wandered into the kitchen to replicate some coffee.

Kirk came into the kitchen wrapped in a towel and sat next to him at the table. He was still trying to overcome the awkwardness that had sprung up between him and Spock after McCoy had left them in bed. As Spock slipped out of the human, Kirk had felt suddenly violated and vulnerable in a strange way. As if Spock were manipulating his desires from a distance. He had wanted to fuck McCoy, had wanted to for months and after Spock made it possible, Kirk was disturbed that, even though he'd enjoyed Spock fucking him, the Vulcan would ask, take, payment for it. He pushed his discomfort away and concentrated on McCoy, slicing up some local fruit in front of him.

"Hi," Kirk murmured, realizing it was the first word he's spoken since arriving.

McCoy looked up and laughed a little: "Hi. Welcome to Plintes 3, Jim."

"Thanks," Kirk smiled, "you and Spock seem to be enjoying it."

"And you're not?" McCoy challenged but didn't get an answer.

Spock came in wearing the crimson robe McCoy had given him. He sat and accepted a plate of fruit.

Kirk was eyeing him, or rather, was eyeing the robe he was wearing.

"Spock," Kirk said, relaxing in his curiosity, "where did you get that robe?"

"It was a gift from Dr. McCoy."

Kirk sat back and did some math.

"Bones, is this the robe you bought on Arlisian 7?"

"Yes."

"I saw you buy it. I thought it was for me."

"Red is not your color, Jim."

"I know, that's why I thought it was odd that you were buying it and then when I didn't get it I guess I forgot about it." Kirk frowned. Spock and McCoy exchanged looks, wondering what this was about.

"We were on Arlisian 7 over two years ago."

"True, Jim, what of it?"

"How long have you and Spock been lovers?"

McCoy hesitated so Spock answered: "Two years, four months and eleven Standard days."

Kirk was silent.

"Since right after the Galileo mission." McCoy offered quietly.

Kirk was nonplussed. McCoy sipped his coffee and wondered what was next.

"'Two years, four months and eleven Standard days'." He repeated quietly. "And I thought your affair began here, on Plintes 3."

McCoy gently shook his head.

"Bones," Kirk said thoughtfully, "You've had dozens of women over the past few years, haven't you?"

"Well, yes, a few I suppose. I haven't been counting but...."

"Twenty-seven," Spock said flatly.

"...but twenty-seven sounds about right," McCoy finished nodding at the Vulcan.

The humans sipped their coffee in silence while Spock drank his fruit juice.

"I had no idea," Kirk continued. "All this time, neither of you let on."

They shook their heads at him.

"And all those afternoons you weren't talking about science, were you?"

"Well, actually, we did talk about science some, Jim." McCoy drawled. "It is what we do."

"Hmmm." Kirk was considering how well they'd not let their relationship affect their duty. He realized he loved them both and wanted to be part of their menage. But he wanted to remain Spock's friend and become McCoy's lover, or rather continue to be McCoy's lover. He had not, however, worked out how this was to be accomplished on a starship full of observant humans.

"And no one knew about you?" Kirk said, dropping out of his musing.

"Not as far as I know." McCoy picked up the empty plates and headed toward the sink.

"Nor I." Spock stood and went to help McCoy wash up.

Kirk watched them move with the grace of two people deeply in tune with one another. They had always been like that when they were together. He had always attributed it to Spock's surprising sensitivity and the cool space of peace he kept around himself and to McCoy's natural graciousness and warmth. And yet they were opposites: Spock was silent and solitary, rebuffing almost everyone and McCoy warm and gregarious, drew everyone to him. But here they were, lovers since almost the beginning of the mission. He now perceived it as the sexual peace lovers of long-standing make between them. The simple ease of learning, accepting and loving your partner for what he is and letting go of any regrets for what he is not.

Kirk had never been with anyone long enough to have ever had that. He closed his eyes, remembering the pleasure of fucking McCoy. He pushed it away, for the moment, rose and went back into the bedroom to dress.

"I hope to god you know what you're doing, Spock." McCoy murmured.

Spock lowered his eyes and did not answer.

* * *

end of part 18

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