Title: After the Rescue

Part: NEW 21/73

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.

"Have you enjoyed your visit to Plintes 3, Captain Kirk?" Dr. Styren asked at dinner that night.

"Yes, very much," Kirk answered truthfully. "I understand your marine research here is quite interesting." He changed the subject hoping Spock and McCoy would join the conversation.

"Indeed, Captain. We have discovered several interesting things in the sea here." Styren was off on his favorite subject.

Spock listened politely to facts he'd already memorized.

"We theorize that mammal life on this planet evolved from a V71-type sea lizard that has only been sampled in the Beta 15 system to date." Styren continued.

McCoy put on a polite interested face to cover his consternation that soon this dinner would be over and they would have to find something to do with the balance of the evening. And into the night. They had spent the day walking on the shore and sitting on grassy knolls. McCoy had managed to keep Kirk and himself in sight of the compound and the fact that they might be observed had kept Kirk's hands from straying. Well, sort of. He'd managed to keep Kirk at bay in the various labs with the Vulcans. And now this very pleasant dinner was drawing to a close and McCoy felt nervous about what was next.

'Just say no.' McCoy thought firmly, 'Just say no to Jim Kirk.' He felt Kirk's hand on his thigh and removed it with a subtle but stern look. 'Just say no. Have I ever said no to him in anything? No. I have not. Not really.'

"The prostaglandin system of the V71-type sea lizard is quite fascinating." Styren began a new paragraph.

Spock was actually looking forward to going to bed with both of them again. That morning had exceeded any sexual pleasure he'd had so far and he wished to discover whether it was a repeatable phenomenon. He had, however, decided to leave McCoy and Kirk alone for a time after dinner. He could feel Kirk wanting it and wanting it badly.

"The hormonal secretion mechanism of the Plintes V71-type sea lizard prostaglandin system is similar to the Beta 15 V71-type sea lizard."

Kirk listened politely. He had read about this on the way back here and actually did find it interesting.

"However, the truly fascinating observation has been in how little the prostaglandin systems of the V71-type sea lizards differ from planet to planet in this system."

But not as interesting as the love he planned to make to McCoy, hopefully, very soon.

"We feel this indicates a larger evolutionary paradigm than we had previously suspected."

McCoy found this very interesting and hoped Kirk appreciated what he was hearing from the great scientist. He also hoped Kirk would believe he had a headache and not press for sex.

"We are unable to determine at this time whether this is a biological fluke or natural law."

"A fluke?" Kirk had never heard Spock use that word.

"Yes, Captain. The galaxy is full of flukes we cannot yet explain." Styren informed him.

"Ah." Kirk nodded.

"You look somewhat fatigued, Dr. McCoy." Styren commented.

"Oh? I was just thinking I'd like another cup of coffee." McCoy finished the cup in front of him.

Sirev moved to refill the cup but Kirk pulled it out of reach: "It's rather late for that, Bones. Why not just go to bed?" He suggested innocently.

"I think I'm capable of deciding..." McCoy began to snarl but was interrupted by Spock's gentle voice: "Perhaps you will both excuse us. I would like to examine the lab's specimen tanks again before I leave."

Styren rose and made for the door before McCoy could suggest that he come with them to the lab. Because of his relationship to Spock, the Vulcans had been extra welcoming and considerate of his wants and needs. He was dismayed that that now translated into worrying over his looking peaked and sending him to bed. Obviously Spock had no compunction about leaving him alone with Jim after this morning. He hadn't asked Spock to stay near, that would have been silly, but, dammit, the Vulcan was practically throwing him at Kirk.

McCoy rose and began collecting the dishes to stall for a little more time. Kirk silently picked up what McCoy could not carry and followed the doctor into the kitchen. McCoy put the dishes in the sink and began to wash them when one of the Vulcans came in and insisted it was not necessary. The doctor acquiesced gracefully and turned to find Kirk looking at him with big, innocent eyes.

"Well," McCoy drew a brave breath. "I guess I'll call it an evening. Good night all." He stepped around Kirk.

"Yes. I believe I will too." Kirk murmured, following close behind.

They walked silently over the path to the house. McCoy stopped to admire the moons over the water one last time. Kirk caressed his shoulders from behind. The doctor stepped out from under the provocative hands and turned to face his seducer.

"Jim, about this morning..." He got out before Kirk's lips got in the way.

Kirk held him in a gentle but commanding embrace until McCoy's puny rebellion subsided. He played his full lips over McCoy's until he felt the doctor relax and lean into him. He leaned back to look into warm blue eyes.

"Let's make the most of that big bed while we can." He murmured, putting an arm around the compliant doctor and leading him up the path.

~

Spock opened the link just enough to know Kirk was getting what he wanted.

~

Kirk didn't pause to turn on any lights until he had McCoy in the bedroom: "Low level lights."

"Jim, I need to talk to you, now." McCoy said, snapping out of his trance.

"Okay, talk." Kirk took a step back from McCoy so as to have a better view of his lover.

McCoy hesitated, not expecting Kirk to acquiesce so easily.

"Look, I think this morning was a mistake ..."

"Hmmm?" Looking interested.

"Yes. We live too closely to have this sort of relationship... "

"Ah." Nodding.

"And what would the magic blue iguana priests think?"

"Ummm." More nodding.

"Jim, are you listening to me?"

"Not really." Kirk moved closer, smiling warmly.

"Then what are you doing in there?" McCoy moved back until his thighs were against the bed.

"Watching your lips." Kirk pushed the doctor onto the bed and covered him with his body. He gentled McCoy's mouth open in the sweetest kiss he'd ever given anybody. It was the product of months of longing and fantasy.

Feeling compelled and stressed, McCoy was unable to appreciate it. He broke the kiss and sat up.

"No," McCoy said breathlessly but firmly. "No, I do not want to have sex with you, Captain Kirk." He finished more strongly than he'd begun and stood. He also hoped Kirk had not noticed his cock hardening.

"Do you want to wait for Spock?"

"NO. I want some fresh air." McCoy, fighting down his arousal, opened the French doors and stepped into the cool night.

Far from his goal but also far from stupid, Kirk paused in his pursuit. He stepped onto the verandah and put two meters between himself and the doctor. They stood together in silence looking over the water. Kirk was considering the best tack to take since he knew McCoy's lips were saying one thing and his body another.

"I'm sorry, Bones. I want you so badly I'm behaving like a savage." He gave the doctor a contrite look.

"Uh huh." McCoy knew this look; it looked great but there was no regret whatsoever in it.

Feeling this turn of affairs, Spock had concluded his conversation with the Vulcans and returned to the little house. He glanced at the big bed as he passed onto the verandah to join his lovers. Direct and to the point as always, Spock pulled McCoy into his arms and kissed him deeply. He was aroused by Kirk's scent on the human.

Had he not been aroused by Kirk in the first place, McCoy might have resisted a little more than he did. As the kiss progressed, however, he suddenly found himself less and less repelled by the idea of getting back into bed with the these two men.

Kirk watched patiently, hoping Spock was persuading the doctor back into bed.

Spock stepped back abruptly and said quietly: "No one will force you to do anything you don't want to do, Leonard."

McCoy paused for a moment then turned to Kirk and pulled him into a gentle kiss without a word. 'Well, why not? I can't imagine this happening anywhere else so what's the harm in one last time,' He reasoned.

Catching Spock's eye over the doctor's shoulder, Kirk broke the kiss and they moved back into the bedroom.

Spock undressed and slipped into the big bed to watch Kirk undress McCoy. He noted that Kirk was not as efficient or as swift in disrobing the doctor as Spock but perhaps in time, with practice.

McCoy snuggled up to Spock and kissed his neck. He felt Jim spoon up behind him, stroking his flank and kissing his shoulder. 'I like being between them,' he thought happily as he caressed his way down to Spock's erect cock.

Spock pulled Kirk into a kiss and was almost overwhelmed by the multitude of sensations his body was experiencing. He was also riding the wave of the triple awareness he'd so enjoyed this morning.

Kirk ran his hands through McCoy's thick hair and surrendered his mouth to the Vulcan. He was perfectly content in the moment.

Spock rolled on his back and urging Kirk up his body and into his mouth. He caressed the human's penis with his tongue and lips almost to the point of climax and held him there, teasing him. He caressed the fine round ass with one hand while stroking McCoy's hair with the other.

Kirk stayed still, hard as a rock and trying not to come.

McCoy was so engrossed in sucking the Vulcan cock he hardly seemed to realize they were not alone. A shaky sigh from Kirk made him glance the length of Spock's body and release a shaky sigh of his own.

Spock removed Kirk's hard shaft from his mouth and settled the panting human next to him. He then reached down and pulled McCoy on top of him and into a deep kiss. The Vulcan then rolled onto his side so McCoy was between him and Kirk. Gently stroking the doctor's cock, he reached under the pillow and put a tube of lubricant into Kirk's hand.

Kirk had been intently kissing McCoy's neck when Spock handed him the lubricant and distracted him. Still caressing the doctor, he took the tube and squeezed some onto his fingers.

McCoy jumped slightly when he felt the slippery fingers caressing the entrance to his body. He was used to Spock's long overheated digits and tensed at the cooler, blunter ones now slipping slowly into him. He moaned softly into Spock's mouth and tightened his arms around the Vulcan's neck.

Hearing McCoy's sexy moan, Kirk caught Spock's eye as he slid in a second finger. He was gentle. He probed until he found the hard place behind McCoy's penis and rubbed it until McCoy broke his kiss and threw his head back on Kirk's shoulder panting. Kirk backed off a little, softly pumping the doctor. He was waiting for McCoy to relax a little more. He withdrew his fingers to spread a generous portion of lube on his aching cock.

Spock lowered his lips to McCoy's again. He moved his hand from the doctor's cock and rubbed their erections together. He caressed McCoy's ass with his warm hand. Slipping a leg between McCoy's thighs and urged his knee up onto the Vulcan's hip. He opened and offered McCoy to Kirk.

Kirk moved forward and centered his cock against McCoy's tight ring.

McCoy tightened his arms around the Vulcan when he felt Kirk's cockhead pressing against his anus. He tensed a little but relaxed when Spock squeezed his ass and kissed him.

Kirk gave a determined push and a sharp gasp when the head popped in. He froze, afraid he'd come if he moved. After a moment of adjusting to the incredible warm tightness and letting McCoy adjust to him, he began to gently but firmly thrust into his lover. This took some time as Kirk's penis was as long as Spock's but not as thick.

McCoy sighed against Spock's chest and relaxed. He panted helplessly against the Vulcan shoulders as Kirk brought him higher with each long hard stroke. He raised his dilated blue eyes into Spock's hot black ones and kissed the Vulcan passionately. Reaching between them he rubbed them together urgently. He could feel that Kirk was very close, then there, shuddering in his climax against his back. McCoy came as he brought Spock off. McCoy lay dazed and breathless between his lovers, leaning his head against the yoke of Spock's collarbone.

His face buried in McCoy's neck, Kirk was still shivering convulsively with pleasure. He found himself fighting for consciousness and trying to remember if he'd ever had such a profound orgasm. He pulled himself together, kissed McCoy's neck and brought his lips close to the other's ear.

"I..." he tried to whisper but was cut off by a shudder of pleasure as his cock slipped out.

Spock was moved to his core by his own climax. He felt the waves of pleasure resonating through him transmogrify into a profound sense of peace. He heard Kirk's desperate failed whisper and reached out to stroke the human's arm, steadying him, comforting him. It was not an erotic caress as he already knew Kirk was finished for the night. Perhaps in the morning....

Kirk rubbed his cheek against McCoy's ear and smiled into the luminous black eyes. He snuggled against the already sleeping McCoy and dozed off himself, thinking, 'Perhaps in the morning ...'

Spock watched them sleep for a moment and then dropped off himself. He was the first to wake when Uhrua hailed Kirk with the news that Spock's father had been abducted and they were to proceed to Rovirin with all due haste.

* * *

'Well, we live,' thought Maja grimly as he kicked the occupants of a fairly warm corner out of it and settled Sarek in their place. The former occupants, a band of Rovirin Gypsies, crouched nearby, hoping that Maja would at least extend his protection to them when the food came. Maja caught their thought and sneered at them. They took it for a 'maybe' and sneered back.

Maja lowered enough of his shields to give his brothers a trail to follow.

"Are you all right, Sarek?" Maja whispered in Vulcan. He didn't want anyone to hear them speaking a Federation language.

"Yes." Sarek was exhausted and in pain but didn't see any use in telling Maja. "What now?"

Maja hesitated, looked around the dim, filthy, overcrowded cell and fought down his despair.

"I'm not sure. We wait and see what happens. Perhaps when the guards come to feed us ..." 'If they bother,' Maja thought bitterly. "... I can learn something useful." He looked at Sarek with worry. The old Vulcan was fatigued and aching in his joints. Maja could feel it in his own body.

"Come, Sarek, lay down here. We need rest." Maja pillowed the sleek head on his shoulder and directed a low level of energy into the Vulcan. He was holding back a little in case he needed to fight later. The looks they'd been getting from the bigger inmates made him almost certain he'd have to fight later.

* * *

"Set a course for Rist 8." Hobie had picked Maja's trail earlier and was trying to decide whether to bypass Rovirin for now since he knew Ling and Jir were on their way to protect the Talljet interests, including the Commune.

Hobie had also intercepted Captain Norris' transmission to Star Fleet that she was in pursuit of the prison ship. Her message very helpfully contained their exact heading.

Hobie was impressed with Norris. The Shilo was a 15 man sloop not well suited to deep space travel or battle but neither Norris nor her crew had hesitated for one microsecond to follow the prison ship into god knew what.

'Gallant,' he thought with admiration. 'Kinda stupid but very gallant.' This was also the opinion of the bridge crew.

They were all very curious to know what that fine lady would do when she received the message from Star Fleet they'd just intercepted.

"Return immediately to Federation space and wait for orders," came directly from Admiral P. Rao.

Hobie cursed himself that he'd let the first message through. He let this one through because, well, perhaps it was in Norris and her crew's best interest to get out of harm's way for a while. The Shilo had been asked to act as a glorified taxi and chasing a prison ship into pirate infested space was way above and beyond the call of duty.

So a little cheer went up when the Tien bridge crew heard the Shilo's reply to Admiral P. Rao:

"Unable to read your last transmission due to subspace interference. Will maintain radio silence until we are closer to Federation space. Captain Maria Norris."

* * *

Maja's second sight kicked in and he knew the food was on the way. He gestured to the little knot of Rovirin Gypsies he'd kicked out of the corner earlier. They exchanged sneers but one of the men came forward.

"Understand me, stranger?" Maja snarled in the Patois.

"I do." He was answered in the same.

Sarek's ears pricked up. He'd heard the Patois before but had never been able to understand it.

"Stranger, the guards are coming to feed us..." Maja began.

"How d'you know?"

"Never mind, I know. I will help you get food for your band if your band protects my man while we get it." Maja gave him an intense look. "Understand me? Understand me?"

"Understand, understand." The Gypsy moved to his band and, after a brief conversation, brought them to Maja.

"Half will stay with your man; half will come with us. Understand me?"

"Understand." Maja, not turning his back on the band, moved to Sarek's side and addressed him in Vulcan.

"Sarek, I'm going to ..." Maja began.

"I understood." He said softly in Vulcan. Maja stared at him. "I assume we are linked if I can understand the Patois."

"Yes. It's more complicated than that but I don't have time to discuss it now." Maja murmured distractedly in Patois, pulling his cloak off. "I'll teach you some words later. For now, these strangers will protect you while I help them get food. For us, I want a guard's mind to examine." He handed Sarek his

heavy cloak. "You, defend this with your life, please."

Maja and four big Gypsies slipped into the crowd, heading toward the door. They reached it as an outer door opened and a group of guards took up positions, weapons drawn. A cart with barrels of foul smelling gruel was wheeled up to the cell door, blocking it.

Maja had wisely chosen a position slightly back and to the left of the door. He knew that there would be a forward surge and did not want to be crushed against the bars when it occurred.

Right on cue, the prisoners surged forward and were stunned back. Their fellow prisoners trampled them underfoot. The guards raised the cell door half way and pushed the food cart forward.

Maja pushed through the crowd, making a path for his Gypsy band. He only had to fight one big male that refused to let him past. To save time, Maja crushed his throat with a blow and stepped over his body.

The Gypsies got to the cart and secured several containers next to the barrels. Maja punched back several inmates to give his Gypsies time to fill the containers. While they did, Maja scanned the guards like mad and got very little of use: This ship was bound for Rist. Her captain was worried about pirates (who wasn't around here?). The rations would hold out because they'd lost about a fifth of their cargo in the riot. Maja looked at the crowded cell and could not conceive of it with even one more body in it. They would reach Rist in ten spacetime days. What kind of spacetime, Maja did not know. He sighed mentally and hoped for another chance. He noticed a guard looking him over. Maja looked back in what he hoped was an inviting manner.

"Stranger, let's go!" The Gypsy hissed at him. Maja gave the guard one last look and punched a path through the throng.

He found Sarek and his cloak unharmed but one of the Gypsies guarding him, a female, was bleeding from the mouth. They had been attacked and fought the attackers off. Maja put some healing energy into the Gypsy girl's mouth and got a peck on the cheek for thanks. The band moved a small but protective distance from the vulcanoids. They would stay close; they knew a good thing when they saw it.

"Are you hungry, Sarek?" Maja asked softly in Vulcan, pulling his cloak on.

Sarek looked askance at the gruel the Gypsies were eating.

"No, Maja, not at the moment."

"Good." Maja said shortly. "You can't eat that," he gestured to the Gypsies' bowls with his chin. "It's got flesh in it and we need to conserve our rations. This might be a long trip."

Maja sat next to the Vulcan and shook the pain and foreign energy out of his fingers. They sat in silence watching the prisoners around them wolfing down their vile rations.

"Do you know Master Ghet?" Sarek asked at last. Trained as a diplomat he'd become comfortable with the art of small talk. Very useful when he wanted to break a silence.

"Not very well." Maja answered, thinking how very un-Master Ghet-like this situation was. He was, however, glad to know he'd shielded his Klingon identity from the Vulcan while unintentionally forging the link during the healing.

"What do you know of him?" Sarek was curious.

"Just what I've seen around the Commune." Maja was wary. He knew the old Vulcan wanted to know about one of the currently most powerful beings in the Klingon Empire out of professional curiosity.

"Which is ...?" Sarek gently prompted. He remembered Maja's reticence on Vulcan as attractive but not now when the half Mage might have something interesting to say.

Maja sighed, thinking about it. "He is aloof from the Commune. He spends all this time making art, praying and hearing confessions. He is detached from personal relationships. All he cares about is art and its creation. I believe the creation of art is his true religion. It is where he feels the most strength and security." 'And Master Ghet would have had much more sense than to walk into a prison ship with you, Sarek Vulcan.' Maja finished to himself.

"What do you think of him?" Sarek had half heard the unspoken part of Maja's speech.

"I respect him as an artist and priest." Maja said truthfully.

Sarek, tired as he was had one more question for the MageCheq: "Maja, why did you rescue me?"

Maja frowned at him: "We've gone from prison to prison ship, Sarek. When, exactly, did I rescue you?"

Sarek found this a strangely logical statement and smiled mentally. He remembered this quality in Maja, logical in his own way and obstinate. A fighter; he'd defended Spock with his fists when logic and argument failed to stop the other Vulcan children from tormenting his son. At the time Sarek had deeply disapproved of Maja's temperament and behavior and had encouraged Spock to avoid the half Mage. He found it ironic that the very qualities he'd eschewed in the younger Maja were now keeping him alive.

"Why don't you sleep for a while?" Maja broke into his reverie, extending an arm for Sarek to curl into.

"Yes. I will." Sarek lay next to his protector and dropped into a light healing trance.

Maja watched the cell for a while. He and his Gypsies exchanged after dinner sneers but they were more friendly sneers than before. The Gypsy girl Maja had healed gave him a wan smile and Maja's heart was suddenly full.

'It is the infinite power of god's love that in this hell can we still acknowledge each other as god's creatures.' He thought passionately, 'God's will be done, god save us if that is your will.'

* * *

Captain Norris had never disregarded a direct order in her life and now that she was over the initial shock, she still felt elated. She looked around at her bridge crew, also elated, following the prison ship into the Tziviian Autonomous Zone.

* * *

end of part 21

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