fcTitle: After the Rescue

Part: NEW 25/73

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.

The Enterprise had rendezvoused with the USS Aketi and USS Bharata and Kirk, in charge of the mission until Commodore Phillippe Yakolev and Ambassador Sdiz arrived in the Commodore's flagship, invited the captains and their first officers to dine.

"Do we have to dress up or is it just family, Jim?" Captain Blyton of the Aketi wanted to know.

"Just family, Grace, come as you are," Kirk told her. They had met a long time ago when Kirk was on his first ship and she was XO on the USS Robert Johnson. She'd cheered his ambition and offered him some sound and sisterly advice: "Expect the unexpected; you'll see a lot of it in space." And she had been very right.

"You mean we came all this way out here and don't even get to dress up and show off? Kirk, Ah'm crushed." This was from Captain Xu of the Bharata. Bobby Xu had been raised in Atlanta, Georgia and had a rather disconcerting drawl until one got used to it. He had never met Kirk but was looking forward to it. Also to meeting McCoy, a fellow southerner.

"Nineteen hundred hours, then?" Kirk suggested and all approved.

It had been a boisterous dinner and the last of the Loegerian wine was consumed with gusto. McCoy and Xu had a serious debate about where the best restaurants were in Atlanta. Scott and Lola Hombach, the Bharata's exec, had a long discussion on warp drives and the wisdom of diverting power from shields to weapons and back again in battle. Spock and Francis Renamo, a xenopaleontologist and the Aketi's new executive officer (the former having been snatched to run Commodore Moldanavian's headquarters on Ivbisseria 7) discussed a controversial paper recently published on the fossil findings on Delta 6-55.

Kirk and Blyton refought a recent skirmish the USS Fiji, escorting a Star Fleet 'materials' (weapons and munitions) transport, had had with a trio of pirate ships near Taurilian on the edge of the Erteg system. They had bottomless admiration for the Fiji's captain, Juan Cornet, and thought his tactics superb, however, what if...

The whole table joined in the discussion of how the battle might have gone 'if only' and eventually all the condiments, flatware and a few wrist chronos were pressed into service as surrogates for starships and short range fighters.

By the time the Enterprise's officers saw their satiated guests back to their shuttlecraft it was very late into the ship's night. Elated as they were with wine and conversation, Kirk and his officers were ready for bed. Kirk himself was very much ready for bed but not necessarily for sleep.

Mr. Scott said he'd check on Engineering before he went to bed and left them. The trio silently made their way to their quarters.

McCoy had noticed a light in Kirk's eyes that made him wary and he was trying to think up a gracious way to beg off sex. He liked sex with Kirk but, under the circumstances, didn't think it wise to let it become a habit. He was somewhat disconcerted when Kirk took a firm, no arguments, grip on his elbow and led the doctor into his own quarters, Spock following.

"Now," Kirk began quietly, "I would like to discuss what happened on Plintes 3."

"Jim," McCoy drawled, "I'm exhausted. Can't it wait until tomorrow? I need to sleep." 'Alone,' he added to himself. The doctor was denied Kirk's response when he heard a shipwide page for him to come to sickbay.

"I'll be right there, Lt. Vens," McCoy told the Beta shift communications officer and walked out of his quarters without even looking at Kirk or Spock. So they looked at each other.

"You were saying, Captain?" Spock murmured.

Kirk said nothing, merely closed the distance between them and pulled the Vulcan into a kiss.

~

McCoy arrived in sickbay to find Ensign Taus with a broken tibia. He made comforting noises in his best bedside manner to the pained crewman.

~

Kirk led his Vulcan to the doctor's bed and they pulled each other's clothes off.

~

McCoy hyposprayed the ensign with a sedative and anesthetic.

~

Gliding his lips down Kirk's smooth chest, Spock paused to flick the tip of his tongue just at the end of the hard nipple; teasing it higher. Kirk shivered with pleasure beneath him. Spock allowed himself a moment of gratification before moving lower.

~

McCoy cut away the dozing Ensign's pant leg.

"How'd this happen?" he asked Lieutenant Morris, who'd carried Taus into sickbay.

"Fell off a ladder in Engineering," Morris said guiltily.

Suspicious, McCoy sniffed Taus' breath but didn't smell any alcohol. He gave Morris a hard look anyway.

"It was a race," Morris said, caving in like rotten fruit. "Taus and Friedman wanted to know which could get from here to there and back again in Engineering the fastest." It came out in a rush of relief. No one enjoyed trying to prevaricate in front of Dr. McCoy.

"Well," McCoy grunted, setting the leg. "Now we all know what a bad idea it was, too."

"Will you tell..." Morris started nervously.

"Mr. Scott? No," McCoy was wrapping the leg in a light bandage. "I should but I won't. No sense adding insult onto injury. Let this be a lesson for all of you."

Morris hung his head in shame tinged with relief and watched McCoy apply polytrenicone to the soft bandage in long smooth strokes. The PTC would harden into a lightweight cast in a few minutes.

~

Drawing his tongue along the human's cock in long smooth strokes, Spock explored Kirk's taste and texture. They were not the same but compared favorably with McCoy's, he noted. Engulfing the rosy head and descending, Spock was momentarily distracted by Kirk handing him the lubricant.

Never breaking contact, Spock rolled Kirk onto his left side and settled the human's right thigh on his shoulder, stroking and squeezing the firm round flesh. He ran his tongue along the sensitive band of flesh on the underside of his cock and squeezed a generous amount of lube on his fingers. He gently stroked the entrance to Kirk's body.

Securely held around the waist by Spock's left arm, Kirk could only slide a little further into the hot Vulcan throat as the hot Vulcan fingertip entered him. He moaned softly as the finger progressed to its full length, withdrew and was joined by a second digit. Kirk gasped as the exploring digits found his prostate and gave it a brisk rub with each thrust and withdrawal.

Knowing the human was more than ready, Spock removed his fingers and applied a generous amount of lube to his own cock. He rolled Kirk onto his back and gave the pink cock a few last licks. Spock moved up to kneel between the human thighs, arranging Kirk's ankles on his hips and rolling him forward. He centered his cockhead on the tight ring and very gently but firmly pressed past it. Seeing Kirk grimace, Spock paused to let the human adjust and relax. Knowing how much Kirk wanted this didn't blind Spock to the fact that the second penetration would not be entirely painless either and hence his consideration. Kirk pulled the Vulcan into a passionate kiss and Spock slowly sank into his lover.

Spock buried his face in Kirk's neck and paused to pull himself together when he hit bottom. He looked down into the glowing hazel eyes, merely a ring of hazel around huge pupils, and brought his hand to stroke the cool flesh at Kirk's temple. The meld flared between them as it had before and the Vulcan began to fuck his bondmate with long elegant strokes.

'Yes. Perfect,' Kirk thought, marveling that the sex made the meld so much more amazing than it was, which he'd thought was incredibly amazing anyway.

/... yes.... perfect..../

~

McCoy tapped on Taus' cast and pronounced it a success. He and Morris gently roused the ensign and got him sitting up, groggy, but up.

~

Very close, they thrust against each other with greater and greater urgency, doubling and redoubling the pleasure between them. Kirk arched against the Vulcan and came, crying out his lover's name. Feeling Kirk clenching around him, Spock managed one last convulsive thrust all the way in and came, his cock jerking and pulsing inside the human flesh that held him. He sank down on his lover, breathing hard and trying not to black out.

Kirk, shuddering with pleasure in the erotic sensation of Spock cumming inside him, wrapped his arms around the broad back and held tight. He felt Spock's arms tighten around him and shudder as the last waves of his profound orgasm died away and they lay spent and satiated.

After a few moments, Spock carefully withdrew and lay on his back. Kirk curled up beside him and went to sleep with his head on the Vulcan's shoulder.

Spock ran his fingers through the gold hair, something he'd always wanted to do, and went to sleep himself. His last thought was that this was McCoy's bed but he was too sleepy to pursue it.

~

McCoy watched Morris support Taus out of sickbay and turned to put away his instruments. He gave a moment of thought to Kirk and Spock as he'd so abruptly left them and wondered how their evening had ended up. He was tired, he wanted to sleep and with that in mind, headed for his quarters.

Upon entering them, McCoy thought it was nice that Kirk or Spock had turned off the lights before they left. He then looked at his bed and realized they were still there.

Spock had woken at McCoy's entrance and looked up sleepily and satiated at the doctor.

McCoy always found this look irresistible and melted a little.

The Vulcan twitched back the covers on the unoccupied side of the bed.

After a nanosecond of hesitation, McCoy pulled off his clothes and nestled in Spock's arm. He was asleep almost immediately.

Spock tightened his arm around the doctor and dozed off again noting how enjoyable the sensation of dozing between these two particular beings, of all the beings in the galaxy, was.

* * *

"Fire at will and run for it," Hobie bellowed to his ships, pushing Albany off his lap. Likely, they could have fought off these last three Tziviians but seeing ten fresh ships drop out of warp and assessing the damage to his own ships, Hobie'd sensibly concluded that they should get the hell out of there as fast as possible. They'd come back to look for Maja and Sarek when they'd shaken the Tziviians. "Any sign of the shuttlecraft, Neria-Tza?"

"No, but we were blown out of scanner range so they might be all right," the first mate answered. "I reckon they were far enough away to survive the blast."

Hobie had half expected that answer. "More speed, Dolo-fra," he sang to his engineer.

"FUCK YOU HOBIE, YOU'VE THRASHED THIS SHIP AND THESE BABIES ARE COOKING AS HOT AS THEY'RE GONNA GET," Dolo-fra screamed at his old friend and captain from the bowels of the ship.

Hobie loved few beings as he loved Dolo-fra and he knew the XochiCheq's devotion to these ships and sympathized with him over their condition. However, this was not the time to merely explore their limitations. It was the time to transcend them and pretty damn quick at that.

"Well, darlin', you better crank 'em up a little higher or we're all gonna die," Hobie crooned, knowing it would drive Dolo-fra wild. He also knew Dolo-fra would howl like a moon-crazed Folsa and coax a little more speed out of his babies.

"Seems to be having a challenging day in the engines, don't he, Captain?" Mizat opined from communications.

"Aye, a bit," Hobie agreed. Opening the weapons console on his chair, he blasted one of the fresh ships to hell.

"Well, that's good. We're down to an even number again,"

Qwuushi at the helm said cheerfully either from the Tziviian ship's destruction or from the significant boost of speed he'd just seen from the engines. He adjusted his evasive movements accordingly.

Were he not the second best pilot in the galaxy (Hobie was the first), Hobie might have told Qwuushi to shut up and attend to his job. That was, however, unnecessary as they were, all three of them, putting some distance between themselves and the pirates.

"Is thirteen unlucky in your culture, Terran?" Mizat asked politely in Standard.

"Ummm, yes, it is," Albany managed.

"Really? How interesting," Hobie commented in Standard, firing on another ship, crippling it. 'Albany must feel a little lost in all this screaming and howling in Patois,' he thought. He watched the crippled ship limp away and be picked off by the Maja, along with another ship.

"Hey, that's nice shootin' over there," Hobie opined to no one in particular. His crew nodded.

"We're down to ten ships but they're gaining on us and our weapons are at three percent," Neria-Tza solemnly informed him.

"Dolo, we need more weapons power!" Hobie snapped.

"PULL IT OUT OF YOUR ASS, TALLJET." came the almost incoherent howl. Weapons, however, were boosted 2.88% with only .483% loss to engine power.

"I tell you, that Dolo-fra is a sorcerer," Qwuushi enthused from the helm, adjusting for the slight deceleration.

"Or a saint," Hobie murmured, very very carefully sighting a ship and hoping this was not his last shot. A direct hit, he watched the ship flash into nothingness but could not enjoy it; the Tien's weapons were at zero percent, the engines were spent and that was that.

Hobie tightened his lips when Mizat informed him that the Maja and Yaja were in the same condition.

"Acknowledged, Mizat, acknowledged. Continue evasive ..."

"HOBIE," Neria-Tza yelped, the long cool XochiCheq finally losing his extreme poise, "we've got 15 ships dropping out of warp just behind us!"

"Friend or foe?"

"Dunno."

"Mizat, open a hailing..." Hobie was unable to finish due to the sudden appearance of 15 Talljet, Inc. warships and the sudden destruction of the remaining nine Tziviians.

Hobie sat back. He listened to his mind for a moment and then smiled:

"Oh, it's Ling."

* * *

"Orbit established, Captain," Sulu reported briskly. 'And a rather tight fit,' he thought, looking at all the ships his scanners told him were also in orbit around Rovirin.

"This is a parking lot, Sulu," Kirk sighed at his helmsman.

"Yes, sir."

"Who are all these ships, Spock?" Kirk asked testily. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at McCoy just entering the bridge.

"Unknown, Captain. Other than the five Federation marked Talljet, Inc. ships, our scanners read the other ships as Klingons but no further information is available to our systems." Spock nodded to McCoy before turning back to his station.

"This is as bad a Starbase 1," McCoy drawled, watching Sulu thread the huge ship through the huge ships.

"Worse. These are Klingons," Kirk said.

"What do we do now?" McCoy asked.

"We go to the planet, find Imstk and demand Sarek and his party be returned to us."

"Or what?"

"Or ... terrible but nonspecific things will happen to them." Kirk was in a difficult spot; he hoped to convince Imstk to return Sarek and his party but if that didn't work all he could do was threaten force but not use it. Commodore Yakolev and Ambassador Sdiz would not arrive for another nine hours and they were not expecting to find five Talljet Inc. and twelve unidentified Klingon ships.

"We're being hailed from the planet, sir," Uhura informed him.

"On visual, Lieutenant," Kirk said and they all looked into General Kizjiet's bland face.

The General, being a member of the highly evolved Haat clan, looked around the bridge and nodded urbanely: "What brings you to Rovirin, Kirk?"

"Sarek of Vulcan has been kidnapped from here and I'm here to retrieve him." Kirk had some difficulty believing Kizjiet didn't know this.

"Yes, I heard about it. Unfortunate. One of our, ah, artisans," the Klingon paused to once again mentally shake his head over the Hierophant's request that Master Ghet not be identified, "was swept away in that mess as well."

"Which one?" Kirk asked smoothly.

"I don't know," Kizjiet returned, "he was next to Sarek when the ship loaded. No idea how he got there."

"I see," Kirk said, finding it harder and harder to believe Kizjiet was so poorly informed but clueless as to why this was so.

In reality, General Kizjiet was completely informed and very annoyed that the Hierophant had sworn him to secrecy. The Hierophant, and Commune and Talljets by extension, feared that if Master Ghet's identity were known on Rist, he might be ransomed or killed or something equally horrible. Better to keep mum and rescue him quietly.

"We will beam down a party to question Colonel Imstk..." Kirk began.

"You'll need a spiritualist to do so, Kirk. Imstk was murdered this morning in his office," Kzijiet said wearily.

"By whom?" Kirk asked.

"Unknown, Kirk, could have been any one of the thousands of enemies he'd made over the past three days," the Klingon said calmly.

"I still wish to beam down a party," Kirk persisted.

"I would prefer you did not, at this time, as civil order has not been restored and as military governor I cannot guarantee the safety of your people." Kzijiet paused to read a note handed to him. "I would prefer to wait for Commodore Yakolev and Sdiz the Vulcan to arrive and then divert enough of my soldiers to protect all of you during our discussions." Tired as he was, Kzijiet knew the only way out of the absurd situation Imstk had put him in without starting a small war was diplomacy and reason. Nauseated, he continued to gaze blandly at the human.

"Uhura, show me what's going on on the planet," Kirk sighed.

The viewscreen split to show the riots and counter riots in the city.

The situation was still seriously bad and Kzijiet was considering surgical strikes against certain areas. His main hesitation was that Klingon ships were not equipped with weapons that only stunned their target and the vision of hundreds of Rovirin corpses, especially with the Federation now involved, was unappealing.

Kirk was searching for a graceful way for both of them to back down. 'Ah, ha,' he thought.

"May we assist you in restoring order, General?" he asked as blandly as the Klingon.

"Perhaps," the Klingon said thoughtfully. "I shall consider it," he added and broke the connection.

"Well, I guess we sit tight for a while," McCoy ventured, watching the riots that filled the screen.

"Yes." Kirk turned to his first officer: "Spock, why are there Talljet Inc. ships here?"

"Unknown, Captain, if I may be allowed to contact one perhaps they will tell us."

"Lieutenant Uhura, hail the biggest one, over there," Kirk waved at the view screen.

Mig's face filled the screen.

'Jir,' Kirk, McCoy and Spock thought.

"Mr. Spock," Kirk murmured, leaving it to the Vulcan.

"Live long and prosper, Smig of Vulcan." Spock brought his hand into the Vulcan salute.

"Peace and long life, Commander Spock," Mig responded, bringing his hand into the salute as well. "We have Lord Sarek's assistant and secretary on board, shall we teleport them to you?" Mig decided to decide for the Enterprise the purpose of their contact and end it quickly.

Spock looked at his captain, who nodded. The Vulcan turned to notify the transporter room of Sovort's and Smirek's impending arrival. He turned back to Mig.

"Live long and.." Mig began in parting.

"Just a moment, your highness," Spock cut in. "Where is Jir?"

"...prosper." Mig clicked off the connection and made a new one to the Commune.

* * *

"You have the loveliest hair, Tien. I wish mine was shiny like this." Jir squeezed Tien's shoulders with his knees and stroked his mane. He was intricately braiding his nephew's long jetty curls. Kalzat, Hraja and Farro sat nearby sketching and drinking tea as was usual in the Commune at that time of day. They were listening to a new disk of Vulcan music Jir brought them. It was performed by Strat, a renowned Vulcan lyre player and an old school friend of the Talljets. It was the first peaceful moment they'd enjoyed since his arrival. Jir opened his communicator when it beeped at him and listened carefully to Mig.

"Well, as long as you didn't tell him where I was, so what?" He said goodbye and returned to his artistic braid.

* * *

"Permission to scan for Jir's Federation Identifier signal, sir," Spock said briskly.

"Granted." Kirk was intrigued. He'd almost forgotten Jir was a Federation citizen and so would, of course, have an FIS. Unless he'd had it removed...

"Located." Spock turned, "Permission to beam to the surface, sir."

"Granted. Take a weapon. Be careful."

"Yes, sir." Spock left the bridge.

* * *

end of part 25

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