Title: After the Rescue

Part: NEW 31/73

Author: Karmen Ghia, karmen_ghia@yahoo.com

Series: TOS

Romance Code: S/Mc and then some.

Rating: NC-17

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See part one for disclaimers, etc.

Upon entering, Maja adjusted the lights to low and tossed his wrap on the couch. He turned to look at Sarek, standing by the door, watching him.

Sarek simply crossed the small distance between them and pulled Maja into his arms. He lowered his lips to the half Mage's and kissed him with a passion and sweetness he never realized were in him.

Maja put his arms around the Vulcan's neck and let Sarek's tongue explore his mouth. He let go of fear, prudence, anger, the past, the future, right, wrong, and everything except that he loved only Sarek the Vulcan with all his mind and soul.

Maja's sense of propriety briefly flopped back to life and he broke the kiss: "This is madness, Sarek."

"It is." Sarek stated and pulled him back into the kiss. /... this is beyond my understanding and if that is madness then I welcome it/

/... I, too, welcome it with all my heart, my love/

Sarek held him close and guided them into their bedroom. He undid the closure at the back of Maja's gown and slid the rich fabric and furs off the nonsymmetric shoulders. He leaned forward and smoothed his lips over the right one, noting the strength beneath the soft alabaster flesh. He ran his warm hands down Maja's soft back and clasped his firm round ass, pulling them tightly together. He was gently aroused and ready to be more so, much more so.

Maja simply clung to him, whatever finesse he'd developed over the years with various men evaporated and he clung to Sarek as if he were his only hope in life. Perhaps, by then, he was Maja's only hope, the only thing he cared about at all. He roused himself to unbutton Sarek's shirt and run his fingers through the thick jet pelt there. He eased off the coat and shirt, slightly delayed by Sarek undoing his cuffs behind Maja's bare back, and tossed them on the floor. Maja rubbed his smooth chest against the furry Vulcan one and dropped his hands to Sarek's belt. He struggled with the buckle and the closure, finally freeing Sarek's impressive erection. He stroked it and pressed his own along it.

Sarek gentled Maja down on the bed and quickly dispensed with the remainder of their clothing. He slipped in next to the half Mage and pulled him close.

/Maja Maja/

The Vulcan rolled on top of Maja and pressed a kiss onto his mouth. His breath caught as Maja spread his legs and drew them up. Sarek held him close and still as he brought himself under control. He rolled Maja forward, looking into Maja's eyes and slipped the head of his cock inside him. He waited for Maja to calm down before proceeding.

At the first gentle thrust inside, Maja had arched against the waves of pleasure that roared up and down his body and momentarily deafened him. He sensed Sarek waiting for him to return to this plane and dutifully did so. He reached up to kiss the Vulcan and urge him in deeper.

Gently moving forward into the sweet tightness Sarek sighed with relief as he achieved full penetration. He rested a moment, collecting himself for the next action. He was unsure what he would find when he reached up and placed his fingers in meld position on Maja's temple.

There was a moment of resistance from the half Mage, as if he would not be so naked in front of his lover, and then surrender. With a sigh, Maja let all the gentle love in his soul flow between them through the link and twine with the pure strength and truth that was Sarek. They became an edifice of their essence, as joined in spirit as in body. They began to move together, drawing their pleasure higher into the structure of their beings.

Sarek was silent in his climax as usual but he heard Maja, thrashing against him, cry out his name and no other in that moment. The Vulcan's last thought before tumbling into the abyss of sleep was that he was pleased, very pleased.

* * *

Sarek walked briskly through the winter streets on his way home from dinner with Obsta Fira. It had been an extremely interesting conversation, one of the many in the weeks since Nvra-miq's party. It was an odd line of work for the Vulcan, merely pointing out the illogical aspects of plans. It was simple and gave him something profitable to do. Money kept Maja home more and having Maja home had become important to him.

Not that the half Mage had given up prostitution entirely. Now he only took clients that might have or know a way off Imk and back to their previous lives.

But even that was not as important to Sarek as it had been prior to becoming Maja's lover. The Vulcan found this odd and disconcerting when he thought about it so he refused to think about it.

Sarek quickened his pace, knowing that Maja was home, waiting for him. He could not recall when he had longed for such proximity to another.

It was full dark when Sarek let himself into the house and took the stairs two at a time.

"Maja," Sarek nodded, walking up to the steaming bathtub and looking down at the steaming half Mage.

"Indeed; c'mon in." Maja watched the Vulcan undress and moved aside to let him climb in the tub. He found himself gathered up on strong arms and kissed hard. The MageCheq wrapped his long legs around Sarek's waist and lightly teased his erection against the Vulcan's.

Sarek, never one to be teased, ran one hand down Maja's back and ground them together. Lowering both hands he cupped Maja's fine ass and urged him a little higher.

Maja tightened his arms around his lover's neck and angled the entrance to his body over Sarek's cock. He let himself down slowly, resisting Sarek's urging and pointing out the similarity in their strengths as he did so.

Sarek surrendered and let Maja take him in at his own pace. It was pleasant and he leaned back to enjoy it.

Feeling Sarek's balls against his ass, Maja paused, shuddering, to enjoy feeling the hard Vulcan cock inside him. He looked into Sarek's impassive face where he'd learned to detect the subtle signs of pleasure as being hooded eyes and a microscopic tightening of the lips. Wanting those eyes to open, Maja reached down and tweaked the Vulcan's jade nipples really hard. The black eyes flew open and Sarek sat up, sloshing hot water around them.

"Oh," Maja deadpanned, "did I wake you, Sait?"

"Hardly, Maja," Sarek informed him. "If you are going to be playful, perhaps we should retire to the bed where it is possible for me to obtain a better angle of penetration."

"You mean so you can hold me down and fuck me how you like," Maja told him bluntly. "I know, I like that, too." He began to slide sinuously up and down Sarek's cock. "But at just this moment I ... like ... this ... better ..." Maja grew incoherent from the pleasure this angle afforded him.

Sarek, lips growing tighter and tighter, let his head fall back but kept his eyes open and on his lover. Watching and listening to Maja bringing them both to climax was a great aesthetic and sensual pleasure to him.

Maja's thrusts became short and erratic as he tipped them both over the edge.

Sarek held him as he shuddered in the aftershocks of his powerful orgasm. The Vulcan noted again that the half Mage did not ejaculate and recalled asking him about that on the first morning. He'd been told that it was Maja's Magidrian biology at work, that even half Mages only make sperm when they're breeding. 'So much more tidy,' Maja had informed him. Sarek could not but agree with him.

Maja leaned back in the cooling water and let Sarek's nearly soft cock slip out of him. He turned on the hot water and moved around behind the Vulcan, soaping a hard brush. He worked the brush over his broad shoulders and down his arms.

"How's your pal, Obsta Fira?" Maja asked him deadpan.

"Obsta Fira is not my pal," Sarek informed him. "He is an acquaintance and he is well."

"Oh." Maja scrubbed lower. "I'd really rather you weren't so involved with him, Sarek, it makes me nervous."

"I know."

Maja waited in vain for more.

"So, you know and you continue to allow me to be nervous about something that is in your power to stop."

"Yes."

"Do you want me to be nervous?"

"No."

Maja scrubbed a little harder.

"Then stop," the half Mage finally said, "stop working with him."

"Maja, we have this conversation far too often," Sarek said firmly. "I do not feel that I am in danger and your nervousness is unwarranted in this situation. I do not believe your nervousness is harming you as much as you would have me believe and that you can overcome it simply by trusting that I am able to take care of myself in my dealings with Obsta Fira." Sarek silently thanked what all the years of Human and Klingon interaction had taught him about dealing with emotional beings. Be that as it may, Maja, on this subject, was a trial to even Sarek's enormous patience.

Maja sighed and decided to shut up; he knew his Fira phobia was annoying Sarek.

"I learned something interesting today," Maja said, changing the subject. "The pirates are letting certain ships dock and certain ships leave. No one knows how it's decided but it's good news, isn't it?" He fell silent, wondering if it was good news. They did want to get out of here, didn't they? He moved in front of Sarek and looked into his unreadable face. Shrugging, he lifted the elegant Vulcan feet and thoroughly scrubbed each one.

Noting Sarek's deepening abstraction, Maja carefully worked his brush up to see if the Vulcan was aroused. Sometimes Sarek clicked off just before making his move but Maja found only a flaccid penis and flat nipples.

'Well, what's all this, then?' Maja listened to his mind for a moment but didn't hear Sarek rustling around in there so the Vulcan was very still indeed.

"Hey," he said, climbing on top of Sarek again, "you!" He leaned down and rigorously rubbed noses with the Vulcan, who pulled him into a fierce kiss, the usual retribution for such an outrage.

"Now, Maja," Sarek said, breaking the kiss. "Have you finished bathing? If so, I would like some tea." He blew out the candles and pulled the drain plug. He stood, bringing Maja to his feet with him.

"And if I'm not finished bathing?" Maja asked as Sarek hauled him over the side of the tub.

"I rather think you are finished, Maja," Sarek said wrapping a towel around his lover. "What kind of tea do you want?"

"Moshdra," Maja said. It was the closest thing to Relan they could find here. He dutifully followed Sarek into the kitchen and watched him make tea. "Let's go sit in bed and drink it." Maja suggested rather too innocently.

"I prefer to sit on the couch, Maja, if you do not mind," Sarek said dryly. He wanted to talk seriously to the half Mage and knew that would not happen if they went to 'sit in bed' as Maja suggested.

They carried their cups to the couch and Maja snuggled under Sarek's arm. This was, for them, a workable compromise to 'sitting in bed.' They craved closeness like a drug.

They sat sipping their tea in silence, listening to the quiet and centered in the link. Originally they had shielded against everything except each other in defense of the Tziviians but now it was because they enjoyed the privacy.

"Maja, do you have second sight?" Sarek asked out of the blue.

Maja did not spill his tea but was surprised by the question. "Sometimes," he answered warily.

Sarek tightened his arm a little. "I do not mean to frighten you, Maja," he said gently. "I ask because there have been rumors about Ling and his investments and there were times in the prison ship when you seemed to have a strange foreknowledge."

Maja debated, this was the one thing he and his brothers never never discussed outside of themselves - it was too dangerous. But this was Sarek and he felt closer to this being than he'd felt to anyone, except his brothers and sometimes with Spock.

"Sometimes," Maja said slowly. "I can know what will happen if I stay on a particular path but not if I do something different."

"Did you know we would be here, like this?" Sarek asked.

"No, but I knew we would live," Maja said. 'How can you foresee this kind of love? A year ago I could not have even imagined it. I'd have refused to believe it existed, I ...'

"What are you thinking about?" Sarek broke into his whirling thoughts.

"That I love you more than I have ever loved anyone or anything in my life," Maja told him bravely. "And I don't know what's going to happen and I don't care as long as I can stay with you."

Sarek exhaled. "That is my own conclusion, Maja, I wish to stay with you. Now, Maja," Sarek said, restraining the half Mage from rising up and kissing him. "We must have a serious conversation . . "

"Later."

"Now." Sarek pinned him firmly to his side. "There; better; be still and listen to me."

Maja pulled himself back under control and Sarek continued: "Let us remain together since it suits both of us. How we are to do that, we must explore in the next few days. I would prefer not to remain in this city or on this planet. In fact, I would like to leave this system altogether as I find this space disturbing and, over time, debilitating. I look to you for suggestions as to where and how we might live in peaceful anonymity and how we are to get there." He paused and looked down at Maja.

"You love me," Maja intoned as if in prayer.

"Maja, have you heard a word I have said?" Sarek asked.

"You love me."

"I am attempting to construct some idea of the future for us, Maja, and you ..."

"You love me."

Sarek paused to give that some thought, 'you love me,' 'I love you,' 'we love each other.' It was like the Patois - words that were always gibberish now seemed to be old familiar and very welcome friends. He looked down into Maja's warm, glowing eyes.

"I love you," he said simply and marveled at how easy it was to say.

Maja closed his eyes for fear his soul would fly out of them. "And I you, Sarek, and I you." He shook himself and sat up straight. "And we'll have to do some first class thinking if we're to find a way to stay alive, well and together because if we stay on the path we've been on so far, I see you returning to the Federation, alone."

"And so?" Sarek asked.

"And so I agree with you about getting out of this space, I'm not enjoying it either and worry about the longterm effects of being psychically besieged over a long period. How to get out? That's a problem. As I said, the Tziviians are letting a small number of ships come and go ..."

"Did you work this afternoon, Maja? I have asked you not ..." Sarek began sternly.

"No, no, it's perfectly innocent. I overheard two traders and then two more in the bazaar." Maja paused to watch Sarek's features soften again. "So we might start looking for a ride somewhere. We've got the Patois so we can really go anywhere."

"Anywhere outside of the Federation or the Klingon Empire. I worry, Maja, that someone will see your hands and understand the marks. Are you not precious to the Klingons? Would they not send someone to look for you? Are there not slave hunters or whatnot in the galaxy that would take you back there for a reward?"

"Or sell me to someone else," Maja put in. "Yes, there are bounty hunters all over non-aligned space but I doubt any non-Klingon would ever take the trouble to learn what these marks mean. And I doubt the Klingons would go to the trouble and expense of sending a hunter after me. I was not that precious." He smiled up at Sarek's dubious look. "And even if someone followed the prison transport, they must believe we're dead now as I think the prison ship was destroyed. So ..." he trailed off, thinking of the prior life he was tossing away without a hint of regret. No regret? Well, no, not really. "Oh, but don't worry," Maja said brightly. "It's a big galaxy, plenty of room for everyone, Sarek, even us."

"I shall endeavor to remember that, my Maja," Sarek said.

'My Maja.' Time without number Spock had called him that. Maja froze a little but Sarek didn't see it.

"We will find a way, Sarek," he said bravely. "With the port opening again, we'll find a ship and leave this space forever."

"Indeed, Maja, indeed."

* * *

"Cargo?" the Tziviian customs agent asked over the freq.

"Sssavrasss mineralssssss and dried ssssarissso root."

"Time on the surface?"

"Lesssss than sssssseventy hoursssssss."

"You are authorized to beam down. You must either be in dry-dock or leave orbit before ninety hours have elapsed or we burn your ship out of the sky."

"Yessssss ... undersssssstood..."

* * *

/...yessssss ... yessssssss ... here, right here...../

Maja woke from a nightmare gasping for air and clawing helplessly at nothing.

"Maja, Maja," Sarek soothed him into his arms. "Shhhh, my Maja, it is just a dream, just a dream, you are here, safe with me, just a dream."

Maja brought his breath back under control and eventually stopped shaking.

"What ever did you dream?" Sarek asked. Not being of a dreaming species himself, he was familiar with it in others.

"I... I couldn't breathe, I was suffocating in something black and damp." He broke off, shuddering.

"It is all right, Maja," Sarek comforted. "Here, rest a moment, I will get you a drink of water." He rose and went to the kitchen. He looked out the front windows and thought he saw a shadow moving off. An illogical chill ran up his spine. He handed Maja his water and picked up the comm unit.

" ... ullo...?" Obsta Fira had been sound asleep.

"Obsta, I apologize for waking you..." Sarek began.

"SAIT, WHAT'S WRONG?" Obsta Fira was suddenly wide awake.

"I believe there is a threat to Maja and myself in the square below our rooms and I was wondering if you could help us get to safety."

Sarek could hear Obsta yelling for his gang to FUCKING WAKE UP! and get the car in front.

"Sit tight, I'll be there in a flash," Obsta said switching off.

Without a word, Maja reached into the closet and pulled out a phaser pistol along with some clothes for both of them.

A few minutes later, they heard a car pull up out front and someone bounding up the stairs.

Sarek walked calmly to open it but Maja gently pushed him aside, pistol cocked.

"I'll get it, dear," he whispered.

Maja let his shields down just enough to know it was Obsta Fira and two men and ... something else out there. He didn't open the door until he heard/felt Obsta running up to it and the other something "flowing" away from it. He opened to Obsta's knock, scanning the hallway. Obsta entered as his men took up positions outside the door.

"Are you all right, Sait?" Obsta asked.

"Yes, so far," Sarek answered distractedly, he had been watching the square trying to ascertain ... something. An elusive sensation; perhaps he was just responding to Maja's nightmare.

"Let's go," Obsta said shuddering. He had not at all liked the vibe around Sait's front door. "Maja, grab some stuff and let's go to my place."

Maja shoved the pistol in his coat and they hurried down to Obsta's car and away into the night.

* * *

/...Ssssssarek ... well shielded..../

/...trail... Masssster Ghet ... follow ... follow .../

* * *

end of part 31

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