Title: After the Rescue

Part: NEW 23/73

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

See part one for disclaimers, etc.

"What did Hobie call you, Spock? Noli? What does it mean?" Kirk asked in the turbolift.

"Yes. Noli," Spock said quietly. "It means little brother."

McCoy smiled warmly: "You were close to them, weren't you Spock?"

"Yes." He paused. "I was."

They stepped out of the lift on their quarters' deck.

"Please excuse me, I wish to compose a message to my mother and I have work to catch up on this evening so I will not join you for dinner." Spock turned to go. "Or afterwards," he added, looking McCoy in the eyes.

"Yes, of course," Kirk said smoothly.

"Spock, if you need..." McCoy began but the Vulcan was gone. 'Foolish to offer moral support to that Vulcan,' thought the doctor keying in his doorcode.

McCoy, in his musing on Spock's condition, didn't realize Kirk was still with him until he was inside his own quarters and Kirk's tongue was down his throat.

"Jim, please." McCoy pulled away. "I have work to catch up on, too. And I'm tired. And I have a headache."

Kirk walked into the doctor's bathroom and returned with analgesic tablets and a glass of water.

"Thanks," McCoy said, sitting down at his table to take the pills. "And I'm worried about Spock..."

"I'm more worried about Sarek myself." Kirk sat next to him. "But I share your concern." He patted McCoy's knee comfortingly and then began to move his hand up.

"Is this how you do it with women, Jim?" McCoy asked, irritated, removing Kirk's caressing hand. "If so, I don't know how you got your reputation as a seducer."

"I love you." Kirk picked up the doctor's hand and pressed a kiss into the palm.

McCoy was unnervingly reminded of Spock doing the same thing once or twice, however, silently: "I love you, too, Jim," he said, pulling his hand away.

Kirk hung on: "That's not what I mean. I love you. I want to make love to you. I've never felt this way before."

'I bet,' thought McCoy, giving up the struggle for his left hand. He remembered Spock's look in the corridor and then Spock in the house on Plintes 3, helping Kirk seduce him. He correctly drew the conclusion that if he didn't give in to Kirk, Spock would probably disturb himself and come here to help Kirk get him into bed. And Spock had enough on his mind as it was. And, truth be told, he wanted to - Jim Kirk was looking pretty good right now.

'I want to,' he thought as Kirk pulled him to his feet and into a gentle kiss. 'I wonder if that makes me a slut. Oh well.' And then he didn't care anymore.

Kirk was generally a great seducer but his passion for McCoy had robbed him of subtlety. He crushed the doctor to him and explored his mouth with his tongue. He slid his hands under the blue tunic and black t-shirt and almost swooned with pleasure at the feel of the firm warm flesh.

McCoy pulled back for air: "Slow down, Jim, we have all evening, don't we?" He smiled and Kirk's heart did backflips. He led McCoy to the bed and helped him undress.

McCoy lay back and watched Kirk undress. He'd seen Kirk's body a lot over the years but not like this. Kirk was rosy with passion and hard already. He slipped into bed and pulled his doctor into a tight embrace, which he gentled as McCoy began to respond to him. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked teasingly down at his lover.

"Whaddya mean I'm not a great seducer? We're here, aren't we?" He bent down to plant kisses along the doctor's jaw.

"Hmmmm."

"Hmmmm, what?" Kirk left off grazing to look at him. "I'm just being very direct with you. I know how you hate all that shilly-shallying around." He bent his lips to McCoy's collarbone and kissed a trail down his chest.

He flicked his tongue over the hard nubs and gently bit them. McCoy ran his fingers through the golden hair and spread his legs wider.

Reading the body language, Kirk ran his tongue down the doctor's warm belly, around his navel and down to his erect cock. He slid his tongue around the shapely head and down the sides, exploring it, learning it. He blew hot air at the base and on the silky balls. His fingers explored the soft brown hair neatly framing the rosy shaft. He quickly discovered the sensitive underside of the head and teased it with the tip of his tongue until he heard McCoy's amorous groan. Taking that for a cue, Kirk stroked the shaft with his strong hands while sucking as hard as he could on the head.

'This is even better than my fantasies,' Kirk thought happily.

He stilled his motions when he tasted the first sweet salty drops on his tongue. McCoy's cum tasted incredibly sweet to him but he would forego more of it for now. He hoped to feel McCoy come in a slightly different position. He reached for the lubricant he somehow knew he'd find in the bedside table. 'That's where I'd keep it,' he thought and slipped a generous amount into McCoy. He was gratified with the response his fingertips on the doctor's prostate provoked and languidly licked the moisture off the tip of McCoy's cock. Kirk paused in his ministrations to carefully put lube on his own hard penis - he was very close and very ready to be inside McCoy.

Kirk covered his lover with his body and kissed him hard, forcing McCoy's legs a little wider. He rolled the doctor forward and centered his cock.

"You know," McCoy said quietly under him, looking into his eyes. "You've never asked me if I wanted you to fuck me." Kirk paused, trembling. "Suppose I said no."

Kirk, mustering reserves of control he didn't know he had, looked into his old friend's unreadable blue eyes. He swallowed hard and rolled McCoy back down on the bed. Kirk took a steadying breath: "Do you want to?" He was shaking.

McCoy, seeing how far gone Kirk was and wanting to (but just wanting to be asked), nodded, "Yes, I want to."

Kirk stopped shaking, rolled the doctor forward and pressed his cockhead against the center of McCoy's body. The pause had calmed him and instead of plunging in, he pressed gently against the tight ring until it yielded to him. Seeing McCoy's wince of discomfort, he stayed still until he felt the doctor's muscles relax a little more. Looking into McCoy's dilated blue eyes, feeling his legs wrapped around his waist, Kirk gently thrust his cock all the way in. He leaned down to kiss his lover when he hit bottom. He lay quietly in McCoy's arms, letting McCoy get used to the feel of him completely inside and giving himself a chance to calm down a little. Although he had also enjoyed it with Spock present, Kirk was almost overwhelmed by the erotic intimacy of making love to McCoy without the Vulcan present. He savored it for a moment longer then began gently pumping just enough to stay hard, wanting to prolong the contact. He propped himself up on his arms and lengthened his strokes.

"I..." Kirk trailed off when McCoy reached between them to stroke his own cock.

"Oh, god," Kirk moaned when McCoy tightened his legs and thrust up to meet his lengthening strokes.

"Oh, my GOD." Feeling McCoy come and clench around his cock, Kirk nearly fainted and then came himself.

Kirk collapsed onto McCoy, crushing him in a fierce embrace as his cock jerked and pulsed inside the other man. He lay spent and panting as McCoy comfortingly stroked his broad shoulders.

"Thanks for asking," McCoy whispered, kissing Kirk's round rosy ear.

"Thanks for saying yes."

* * *

...//*/hey/*/ho*/**here/**/we**//go/*/**//*...

Maja looked up from the drawing he was making of the cell and shuddered. He sat very still and tried to hear the whisper in his mind again.

'They're coming,' he thought and turned to wake Sarek. 'They're not here yet but they're coming.' He fought down his fear as he shook the Vulcan.

Sarek looked a question at him.

"I think the, ah, entrepreneurs are coming," Maja whispered nervously.

"You think?"

"I...," Maja tried to catch the whisper again and couldn't. "I'm sure. It was very faint but I think I heard them."

Sarek inclined his head. "What shall we do, Maja?"

"Let's get toward the front of this cage and see what happens." He slipped the pad and crayon back into his cloak and pulled out some dried fruit, dried vegetables, nuts, and water tabs. He stuffed them into Sarek's pockets. They each took a water tab and ate the tasteless but filling grain crackers Maja brought from the Commune.

'When, o lord, was I there? It seems like another life ago,' He mused, looking Sarek over and deciding he was still weak but would be okay.

Sensing something was up, the gypsies were standing nearby, ready for anything. Boda gave Maja a smile that broke his heart.

'I wish I could take you with us, gypsy girl,' he thought, hoping Sarek wouldn't fuss too much when she was left behind. 'Silly ass, this is Sarek the Vulcan,' Maja scolded himself, 'he won't even notice.'

The little band moved through the prisoners, some awake, most still asleep, as unobtrusively as possible. They took up a position near the cell door and a little to the left.

Maja was listening intently but heard nothing. He jumped when the outer door banged open and the food cart was wheeled in.

Sarek gave him a rather pointed look and glanced toward the back of the cell.

Maja took hold of the Vulcan's cloak and held on. He was shaking and watching the cell door being opened for the food cart. He noticed his guard staring at him but was oblivious to everything else around him. His senses were hyper -lert and he relaxed into the fabric of space around him. He switched his vision from form and color to energy fields and saw the world in pure light. He knew he was in Tziviian space and he let it flood him. He felt his awareness notch up and he coiled to spring.

Maja's grip on Sarek kept the Vulcan from falling when the first impact rocked the ship.

* * *

Hobie caught up to the Shilo just inside the Tziviian Autonomous zone. He and his crew were impressed when the little craft wheeled to face the three huge warships while backing into the zone. Mizat hailed them politely and let Hobie do the taking: "Oh, please don't shoot us Captain Norris. Our only dream is that you will let us help you take the prison ship and rescue that foolish old Vulcan," Hobie said suavely.

Captain Norris exchanged looks with her first officer, Thomas Albany, and turned to the Communications station: "Open a visual if they are so inclined, Mr. Mibri."

Hobie and his bridge crew perked right up when they saw Maria Norris was willing to talk to them face to face.

"You know who I am," Norris said coolly. "Now, who are you?"

"I'm Hobie Talljet, ma'am, and I'm chasing that Ristian ship, too. Not just for Sarek; my brother's inside with him."

"I see." Norris hated to be called ma'am but decided, under the circumstances, to overlook it. She further decided not to try to arrest Hobie Talljet at this moment. Especially since her sensors had just registered twenty ships, armed to the teeth, converging on the prison transport.

"Oh shit!" She and Hobie spat in unison and turned to their crews.

"Norris, stay behind us," Hobie said as Neria-Tza brought the three ships into formation around the Shilo and set off at full speed. "As soon as we fight off the Tziviians ('if we can,' he thought grimly) we'll board the prison ship together."

"Aye, aye, Talljet, let's see how you do it out here." Norris was not disappointed to have help but was dubious as to what four ships could do against twenty.

They closed the distance between the prison ship and came upon a ring of unmarked warships waiting for three of their sisters to blast through the prison ship's shields so they could board it. They foolishly had their own shields down to conserve energy and Hobie's ships blasted nine of them to pieces before the others knew there was anyone else about.

"Nice shooting, that," Norris muttered to Albany, her first officer.

"Yes," Albany said, "only eleven more to go."

Two of the Tziviians swung round and closed with the Yaga. Movra, in command, firing continuously, drew the Tziviians away from the prison transport while Ebiv, commanding the Maja, moved up and punched through one Tziviian's shields and crippled her. That ship limped off a safe distance but three more joined the fray.

Movra and Ebiv had been with Hobie a long time and knew the plan was to board the transport, grab the Vulcan and Maja and get the hell out of here. They'd fought the Tziviians once or twice and knew if the fight looked good, the other Tziviian ships would join it. Without a mothership to guide them, the Tziviians were fierce but undisciplined fighters and easy to defeat tactically. Movra and Ebiv were therefore somewhat disconcerted to see the carrier mothership drop out of warp to supervise the battle.

* * *

The first impact had knocked the food cart into the cell and the prisoners, including Maja and Sarek, had rushed the door. They were caught in the bottleneck and fought their way forward, Maja pushing Sarek ahead of him. It wasn't fun but they were making progress when Maja's cloak was grabbed from behind and he was jerked back. Sarek cleared the door and looked back when he no longer felt Maja's hands on his back. Seeing Maja was being strangled with this own cloak, he unclasped the closure at Maja's neck. He was surprised to see Maja turn and start to fight for the garment.

"Maja! Leave it and come." Sarek roared, pulling the furious MageCheq with him.

Maja bellowed a curse as he watched his cloak disappear into the throng. He turned and followed Sarek into the anteroom. He'd caught one last glimpse of Boda before she was swept out of sight. He looked into the Vulcan's face and knew he had seen her too: "Can we get her?" Sarek looked for a way to do it as he spoke and found none.

"No." Maja fought them into the corridor and turned left. "This way, Sarek, we've got to get in a craft before the guards take them all." They flew down the corridors - Maja knew the fastest route from the guard's mind, as the ship shuddered more and more violently with each impact.

They were almost knocked off their feet by a blast. 'Fucking shields are going. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon,' Maja chanted to himself.

* * *

Hobie, in the Tien, had crippled three Tziviians and destroyed two others. He had the Shilo behind him and had even blessed Star Fleet when Norris fought off a Tziviian on her own while he was otherwise occupied.

He was closing on the damaged transport, which was sensibly trying to make a run for it now that the Tziviians were off it, when he saw the huge bay doors on the Mothership open.

"Hard aport!" he bellowed, not wanting to be caught in the tractor beam that locked on the transport.

He felt more than saw the Maja and Yaja fall back into formation with the Tien, covering his back.

"Tractor beam on the Shilo."

"She's in the Tziviian's beam," Qwuushi sang out.

"Shit! Get 'er in mine and blast in front of her."

"You'll tear her ship apart," Neria-Tza informed him.

"Not if we do it right. NOW DO IT," Hobie bellowed. "Norris, amp your shields and hold tight."

"All power to shields," Norris ordered. "Brace for impact."

* * *

Maja and Sarek flung themselves into a shuttlecraft. Under the cover of too many panicky guards trying to get into too few craft, they broke the necks of the guards in it and threw their bodies on the deck.

Maja sealed the doors and looked at Sarek to see how he was holding up. He noted that the Vulcan's energy was down but otherwise he was okay. Fatigued and thirsty but okay.

"Now for the hard part, Vulcan," Maja murmured to Sarek. "We've got to rely on one of these fool guards getting the bay doors open for us." He activated the engines as he'd learned from the guard's mind. The controls looked as they should and he thanked all the gods for that. Thirsty himself, he went to reach in his cloak for a water tab for the Vulcan and grimaced with annoyance that it wasn't there. No water tabs, no doubloons, no dried fruit, no dilithium crystals, no drawing pad and crayon. Bad, very bad.

Sarek tapped him on the shoulder and handed him a water tab from his own pocket.

Maja hesitated. "We should save them, Sarek," he murmured.

"As you wish, Maja," Sarek said calmly, watching the scene in the shuttle bay on the monitor.

The shuttle bay was chaos. Prisoners and guards trying to claw their way into each sealed craft, trying to kill each other and falling to the deck with each impact. The scene was made truly horrible when the bay doors finally opened and the bodies were sucked out into the void.

Maja opened the forward viewports and watched with interest how each body was jerked away with more violence than he had expected to see. He was further concerned to see the first craft torn to pieces as it cleared the doors.

"Shall we go, Maja?" Sarek asked conversationally.

"I think not just yet, Sarek," Maja answered equally conversationally. "I believe the ship is in a powerful tractor beam and we'd better sit tight until ..."

"Until?"

"Until ... something."

They sat quietly watching another craft disintegrate just beyond the doors. Maja began to pray for a break. It is unknown what Sarek was meditating on.

* * *

end of part 23

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