Title: After the Rescue

Part: NEW 40/73

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.

"Tell me, Vulcan," Kzost husked in Klingonese, leaning back. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you inside me," Voren panted in the same.

"Say it."

"I just did."

"Say 'I want you to fuck me'," Kzost coached patiently.

"Does that mean the same thing?"

"Yes," Kzost said, realizing it was only a language problem.

"I." Voren licked his lips and looked into the Klingon's hot eyes. "Want." He leaned forward and licked Kzost's lips. "You." He ran his teeth over Kzost's jaw line. "To." He bit the Klingon's earlobe hard and heard him gasp. "Fuck." He reached down and squeezed the head of Kzost's cock - hard. "Me," he whispered, rolling onto this stomach.

'Impressive,' Kzost thought as he settled himself between the Vulcan's thighs and put lots of Mvorian jelly on his cock. He slipped quite a lot more into Voren for good measure. He felt the Vulcan tense when he centered his cockhead on his anus. "Relax, Voren, relax." He felt the Vulcan obey a little. "I know this is difficult for you. We'll go on the count of three, yes?" He saw Voren nod and felt him relax a little more. "One." A little more relaxed. "Two," Kzost murmured as he pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring. "Three."

Voren gasped in pain and tightened but there was no way to push the Klingon out and no way to move forward away from him. He steeled himself against the pain and brought all his Vulcan mental discipline into play to overcome it. He took deep breaths, relaxed even more and was relieved the Klingon had not plunged in full length.

Kzost had sighed with pure bliss when Voren tightened on his cockhead. 'Ah, such rare and divine constriction,' he thought, 'and heat,' and had drawn on great reservoirs of restraint not to bury his cock to the hilt in the Vulcan. After all, Voren was still a virgin but not for much longer. He watched Voren's resistance subside and felt him relax more. He slowly pressed in a little further and a little further until he was all the way in. He bent to kiss the back of Voren's neck, rest and give them both a moment to adjust.

By the time Kzost hit bottom, Voren was completely surrendered to him and enjoying the Klingon inside him. 'Anything you want, Klingon,' he thought and was immediately glad they were not in a meld as he did not know what 'anything' might mean for a Klingon or this Klingon anyway. Marveling at how instinctual he was finding all this, Voren squirmed a little to let Kzost know he was ready to be fucked. He moaned softly.

"What?" Kzost leaned down.

"Fuck me."

"Ah."

Kzost began to move gently in short thrusts. He knew Voren was relaxed and slick enough but Kzost wanted to maintain control for as long as possible. He reached beneath the Vulcan and stroked his cock. He lengthened his strokes and was pleased to feel Voren thrusting up to meet them. They moved together in longer, harder and faster thrusts. Kzost decided he'd have more finesse next time but for now, he pounded into Voren until he felt the Vulcan climaxing and clenching around him. Kzost lunged once more into him and came with a strangled roar.

They lay panting together and trying not to black out.

Kzost gently pulled his soft exhausted cock out of the Vulcan and rolled onto his back, noting how hard the mattress was.

Voren rose gracefully and tottered to the bathroom. He returned with a wet towel and dropped it on the Klingon's chest.

"Thanks," Kzost said in Standard, cleaning himself up. He tossed the towel into a corner and pulled Voren back into his arms. "How do you feel?"

"Sore."

"Do you want to go again?"

"No. Not right now." Voren snuggled a little closer to the huge, cool, honey colored body.

"Ah." Kzost tightened his arm and dozed a little. He eventually went home and had dinner with Khatanya, who did not ask any embarrassing questions beyond, 'Where's your shirt?'

* * *

"I don't want to go."

"You must go."

"I want to go with you."

"You can't," Kzost said, trying once again to gently disengage Maja's arms from his neck. He'd succeeded in getting Maja to stop choking him at least.

Voren, Kzost and his escort had brought the Talljets to the transporter rendezvous to meet the doctors and go to the USS Lexington. Kzost had not expected to find himself in this futile argument with Maja. He declined all offers of assistance in favor of reasoning with the child.

"Why not?"

"Because I say so."

"Bah."

"Don't you 'bah' me, Maja." Kzost knelt and set Maja's feet on the ground. "Look, you can't come with me because I'm going where they eat little boys like you for breakfast."

"You'll protect me."

"I can't, Maja, there are some things I can't do."

Maja leaned back to look at him, his pointed little face was wet with tears. "Will I ever see you again, Klingon?"

"Yes, Maja. If that is god's will."

This was something Maja understood from the Talljet monks and Father Polmira: "Then we must pray for that, KzostGhet." He disengaged his hands from the Klingon's hair and kissed his cheek. He gave his Klingon one last long look and stepped back from him. He joined his brothers and allowed himself to be maneuvered into transporter position, his eyes never leaving Kzost's.

"Nine to beam up," Commander Costa, the exec of the Lexington, said into his communicator.

Commodore KzostGhet of the Klingon Empire brought his fist onto his chest in salute to Maja Talljet and his brothers. His entire escort followed suit. He watched Maja's eyes until they were gone. 'I will pray that we meet again, my Maja,' he thought sadly and turned to look into Voren's eyes.

"Aren't you going with them?" Kzost asked the Vulcan irritably.

"No. I'm going with you. We discussed this," Voren said simply.

"Was I awake when we discussed this?"

"Yes. You agreed. Have you changed your mind, Klingon?"

"No. Come."

* * *

Twenty-nine years later aboard the KaraTienKa, Admiral KzostGhet looked down at Maja Talljet sobbing quietly on his chest, again. Only this time it was over the father, not the son. This time Maja was not a broken hearted teenager but broken hearted Master Ghet of the Klingon Empire.

He stroked Maja's curls and looked up at Hobie pacing the cabin like a caged panther. He'd listened to the brothers tell their stories until it degenerated into an argument and Maja had flung himself, sobbing, into Kzost's arms and stayed there.

"Hobie, it's done, what are you still on about?" Kzost rumbled at the eldest Talljet.

"It's not done, Klingon." He gestured to Maja with his chin. "He's still upset about it."

"If you wanted him to be happy, you'd have left him with Sarek the Vulcan and to hell with everything else."

"That's not very helpful, Klingon," Hobie growled.

Kzost smiled; no matter what Hobie became, Kzost would always see him as an eleven year old, chasing after his wild little brother in the bazaar.

"I'm not here to be helpful, Hobie, I'm here to take Master Ghet back to the Klingon Empire," Kzost replied. "Back to the Commune and the Hierophant Kroldt."

Maja sighed and sat up, he was suddenly tired of Hobie and all the arguing. He gave his brother a weary look and shrugged: "Hochofedra, Nolo, hochofedra."

"Maja..." Hobie looked into his brother's sad eyes and trailed off. He lowered his eyes.

Maja smiled sadly at him and lay back against Kzost.

"Hobie, it's done. Why not go back to your ship and I'll see you next time. All right?" Kzost said quietly, unhappy to see the brothers at odds and so subdued. "I'll do what I can to twist the ransom you paid out of the Hierophant but I'll make no promises."

"All right, thanks," Hobie sighed and turned to Maja. "I'll see you in a few weeks on Zhaharnisha, okay, Maja?"

"Okay, Hobie," Maja rose and walked over to embrace his brother. 'It will be all right, in time, like last time, I won't die from this, I can't, you can't die from love, I know that, lord, don't I know that,' he thought as he let Hobie go.

He and Kzost watched Hobie transport back to his ship and turned to look at each other.

"Master Ghet," Kzost addressed him formally.

"Oh, Klingon," Maja sighed, "can't I just be plain old Maja for a while longer?"

"You are always that to me, my Maja," Kzost smiled.

Maja smiled, too: "In that case, where's my tea and cake, Klingon?"

* * *

"I want to know what these Klingon symbols mean as quickly as possible," Sarek handed the datapad to his son and rose. "I am quite tired now; I would like to rest. Will you ask someone to show me my cabin, Spock?"

Spock looked across the briefing room at McCoy and Chapel standing helplessly by. They had met Sarek at the solar cat in the landing bay and were still trying to get him to sickbay for an examination.

"I would like to take you to sickbay to check your physical condition, Ambassador," McCoy said, hoping precise wording might change Sarek's mind.

"I assure you, Doctor, I am in perfect condition," Sarek was moving closer to the door. "I am merely tired and wish to rest." He looked mildly into the doctor's eyes.

McCoy knew this look all too well; he'd seen it often enough on Spock.

"Very well, Ambassador, I'll show you to your cabin," McCoy wisely agreed and allowed Sarek to precede him. Chapel followed with a medical scanner, just in case Sarek relented.

Spock looked down at the datapad he held and did not recognize the runes for Master Ghet and the Gozshedrefreingin Commune.

* * *

"How's the narrative coming, Tom?" Kirk asked, setting a fresh cup of coffee next to Commander Albany.

"Long and hard. Lot to tell, lot to say."

Kirk sat next to him and didn't ask any more questions; Star Fleet, in the form of Commodore Yakolev, had a level five security code on the entire Rovirin incident. Upon receiving Albany's transmission that they were on their way home, Yakelov had sent the Enterprise and two ships from his escort to meet the solar catamaran. Kirk had noticed Maria Norris' absence but was unable to ask about it. He felt bad, he could see Albany was grieving and would like to have comforted him.

"I wish I could tell you, Jim....," Albany ran his hand through his dark hair and looked up at Kirk with sad black eyes.

"I know," Kirk murmured, "someday."

* * *

"It's Master Ghet's rune and the rune for the Gozshedrefreingin Commune. I remembered because I saw it on some holopix of the Tossarian gates I was studying." Janice Rand finished and stood back from Sarek. She had seen the symbols on the req for gen info Spock posted an hour earlier.

Sarek lowered his eyes and focused on the deck for a moment before he trusted his voice. "Thank you, Yeoman," he said quietly and turned away.

Spock also thanked Rand and saw her out of the guest cabin suite. He watched his father sit heavily in a chair and stare into space.

"Father, can I be of assistance?"

"No. I do not wish to keep you from your duties, my son."

"I am not on duty at present, sir."

Sarek neither spoke nor looked at Spock. His full concentration was on reviewing his adventure with Maja. It was being scrutinized for clues to Maja's true identity that the Vulcan might have missed in his ... confusion. Or his lust, perhaps was more accurate. Maja had given nothing away. Upon further reflection, Sarek decided that Maja had shown him his true identity from start to finish; that Master Ghet was likely the assumed role.

Nevertheless, it did not change the fact that Sarek now found himself in a delicate situation: he was still in love with Maja - a complex state made more complex by the half Mage's position in the Klingon Empire and with the Hierophant Kroldt.

Sarek turned his attention from his neatly ordered thoughts and looked at his son, seated across the room.

"Father, I do not wish to disturb you, however, I am curious about how you found Maja Talljet after all these years," Spock said delicately.

"Maja Talljet, my son, is Master Ghet."

* * *

"Hobie the Pirate, Jir the Dancer and Ling the Whore are Master Ghet's brothers?" Kirk asked, stunned.

Spock nodded. He looked into McCoy's sympathetic eyes and suddenly wished they were alone.

They were, however, in Kirk's cabin, watching him pace.

They were also a few hours from Rovirin. In the past two hours, Sarek had refused to speak with Sdiz, Yakolev, T'Pau, Amanda, Sovort, his assistant, KvsniviKhar, the Klingon Ambassador to Vulcan, Strivsiar, the head of the Vulcan Interplanetary Ministry, and T'Lau, the family's healer. He had, however, contacted his secretary, Smirek, and later spoken to his attorney, SerCixz, of the firm Talljet and Storen. Sarek chose not to divulge the subject of this conversation.

He had chased Spock out of his cabin and continued to refuse to be examined by Dr. McCoy. All communication ceased shortly thereafter.

Kirk had called them both together to try to piece together what the hell might be going on here. He was still pacing when he was paged to the bridge.

"I'll be right back," he said. "Stay here, please," and left.

McCoy murmured 'door lock' behind him and rose to put his arms around the still seated Vulcan. He ran his fingers through Spock's soft jet hair and over his shoulders until he felt the Vulcan relax infinitesimally.

"This must be quite a shock for you," McCoy soothed.

"Yes, it is," Spock agreed. He had actually been thinking about getting what you wish for, now that he was alone with McCoy. But he focused on the doctor's words more than his touch, or scent or sound of his voice. "I am also concerned about my father ..."

"Spock, I very much want him in sickbay..."

"Yes, Leonard, I understand. But you must realize that my father is not as easy to bully as I am," Spock said, rubbing his ear into McCoy's blue tunic clad belly. He turned his head into it to hide his smile as McCoy became outraged by this comment and then pulled the doctor down into a kiss that quickly transformed the human's rage into passion.

~

"I want to talk to Ambassador Sarek, Kirk, and I want to talk to him right now," Admiral Jessup said, highly annoyed that the Ambassador had not come directly to the bridge or even answered when Uhura commed him.

"Lieutenant Uhura, shipwide page for the Ambassador," Kirk muttered. "He's not talking to anyone, Admiral, I ..."

"I am not just anyone, Jim. If he won't answer, go get him. Or send Spock. A man listens to his own son." Jessup was brisk.

Kirk had a vague sense that he did not want to disturb Spock at just that moment and rose: "Admiral, I shall do my best," he said gallantly and turned to the turbolift, trying very hard not to feel like an errand boy.

"Come back with your shield or on it, Jim." Jessup smiled at last and switched off.

~

Spock pulled McCoy to the deck and freed the doctor's erection.

~

"Override," Kirk said to Sarek's door and hesitated before entering.

Sarek looked up blandly from the art journal monograph on Master Ghet and the Gozshedrefreingin Commune he was reading.

"I apologize for this intrusion, Ambassador," Kirk sighed.

~

Pinning McCoy to the deck, Spock bent to take the human's cock in his mouth. He did not allow McCoy to reciprocate.

"Oh, Spock, oh, Spock, oh..."

~

"Then it is serious if Admiral Jessup is involved," Sarek said quietly, rising. "Is there a secure place to speak to him, Captain?"

Kirk discarded his own cabin as an option and led Sarek to a briefing room.

~

Intent on bringing McCoy off as quickly as possible, Spock sucked the human deep into his throat and stroked him. He squeezed McCoy's ass in his hands and angled him deeper down his throat. He reached up once to gently press the doctor back onto the deck.

"Spock, I want..." McCoy trailed off, panting, trying not to come and not succeeding.

~

"I am unable to discuss this matter, Admiral, as it involves the Talljet brothers and I am uncertain of my position in regards to them at this time," Sarek said to Jessup's face in the viewer.

"I'm not interested in those pirates, Ambassador, I want to know what Sdiz and Yakolev are doing on Rovirin."

"I do not know, Admiral. As you know, I have been away for some time now. However, Ambassador Sdiz is a fully qualified Vulcan diplomat and he, like Yakolev, must be there at someone's behest, if not yours." Sarek did not care for Sdiz - the man was the worst combination of rich and vulgar. In the past, Sarek had had two difficult conversations with Sdiz: one about Hobie and the other about Jir, the subject of both was to encourage Sdiz to cease his pursuit. Sdiz had seen the logic of Sarek's argument in both cases, however, it left a pall between the men and they preferred not to work together if possible. However, whatever brought Sdiz to Rovirin was becoming more and more interesting to Sarek as he talked to Jessup.

"Ambassador, I don't care who sent them but I want them gone. I respectfully request that you, in the name of the Federation, assume responsibility for the situation on Rovirin." Jessup was nervous. He couldn't order the starships out of there because it would destabilize the entire quadrant. He could just feel the other sixty billion plus pirates in that sector breathing down his neck, waiting for the chance to pillage the Federation and non-aligned space that lay beyond Rovirin. 'Damn you, Yakolev. Talljet and his pirates were just making themselves useful and you had to go and ruin it.' He even spared a moment to regret the Klingons' departure, their presence on and around Rovirin had been useful as well in keeping the truly scary elements of that part of the galaxy in their own backyard.

"I cannot, Admiral," Sarek stated flatly. "As I understand the situation, Commodore Yakolev, in the name of the Federation, has seized Rovirin from the Talljets and the Klingons. I do not wish to antagonize either of these groups further. Were I to assume diplomatic leadership of this situation, both would conclude that I am in agreement with the actions of the Federation, when, in fact, I am in complete disagreement with the actions of the Federation in this matter." He drew a breath: "There is also a personal reason for my refusal. One of the Talljets and, indirectly, the Klingon Empire returned my life to me. I am in their debt."

~

McCoy placed his hand on Spock's flaccid penis and looked in the Vulcan's eyes.

"What's wrong, Spock, tell me."

"I do not understand the change in my father." He removed McCoy's hand and stood. He gave the doctor a hand up.

"Well," McCoy adjusted his clothes and smoothed his hair. "He looks okay, he says he's okay. What can you see that's different?"

"He seems sad. As if he is grieving for something. It is a human reaction I have never seen in my father." Spock looked at his lover. "I find it disconcerting."

McCoy put his arms around Spock and simply held him. He did not know what else to do.

* * *

end of part 40

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