After the Rescue, by Karmen Ghia, part fifty-one

Title: After the Rescue

Part: NEW 62/73

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.

"Have you never had sex with a man, Hobie?"

"No."

"I thought you had."

"No. If you've been listening to rumors, they're all about Jir." Hobie let his forehead rest on Sarek's collarbone. "And they're all true, too."

"As part of your diplomatic duties for the Vulcan Interplanetary Ministry, did you ask Captain Talljet to lay siege to the port of Griza on Frinta and remove the contents of several warehouses there?"

"No."

"Would you prefer to wait?"

"No."

Sarek looked around at the various couches in the room and then back at Hobie.

"One of the guest rooms or a hotel, Sarek, either will be fine for me."

"As part of your diplomatic duties for the Vulcan Interplanetary Ministry, did you ask Captain Talljet to attack and engage in a prolonged skirmish with the USS Praga en route to Meza 6 to quell the unrest there?"

"No."

"This will do." Hobie stepped into the largest guest room. "Have you done this before, Vulcan?"

"No."

"Then how will we know what to do?"

"We shall ascertain and enact what brings us both the maximum pleasure and avoid that which does not."

"Ah, logical." He reached for the fastening at the back of his tunic.

"Until it was announced in this court, were you aware you had fathered a child with Captain Talljet?"

"No."

"No further questions," Lapham said. "However, I reserve the right to recall this witness."

Sarek gently brushed Hobie's fingers away from the fastening and unfastened it himself. He undid each clasp slowly and smoothed the garment off Hobie's ivory shoulders. Overcome by the urge to taste the soft flesh, he bent down and found it sweet.

"When Polmira gets home, send him up to my studio with tea for both of us, hey?" Master Ghet asked his highly reliable son, Hraja.

"It is done, Master." Hraja bowed.

Hobie let his head fall back on Sarek's shoulder as the Vulcan worked his lips around and under the half Mage's left ear. It was a gentle but demanding caress and exactly what Hobie had been fantasizing about since the night Sarek had kissed him in the cellar.

"Defense," Lord Suqiet said. "SaJir, phrase your questions carefully or I'll fine you for contempt."

He tried to turn, to crush his mouth to the Vulcan's but Sarek held him fast.

"So beautiful."

"You sent for me, Master?" Polmira asked as he entered with a tea tray.

"I did." Maja turned from sponging the whitewash off his mural of his middle school friends and surveyed his nephew. Maja was dressed in only a loincloth, his favored work dress. He eyed Polmira's immaculate school uniform and wondered how he stayed so tidy. Maja and Ling were always muddy and dusty and trailing vines by the time they got home from school at that age. "Change into that smock and help me with this. Then we'll have some tea and a chat."

"So very beautiful."

Hobie arched as Sarek's warm fingertips glided over his hardening nipples.

"Did you ask Captain Talljet to gather intelligence for you in the Miska system?" Jir asked.

"Yes."

They lay down together, both almost overwhelmed with desire.

Almost.

"Who are these children?" Polmira asked as more and more of the mural was revealed.

"All my little friends from Shirkar Middle #7," Maja answered. "There's T'Paga, Spoda, SiBrodza, Stven ... Spock."

"You are not relaxed, Hobie. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm not very good at relaxing. I've had to watch my back and my brothers for so long...." Hobie dropped his eyes. "Sorry."

"It is all right, Hobie, you're safe here."

"And did Captain Talljet send back information from the Miska system?"

"Yes."

Hobie relaxed a little more in Sarek's arms.

"Why was it covered up?" Polmira asked.

"Ling said he covered it so Jir would not destroy it," Maja said.

Sarek rolled on top of Hobie and placed his hands in meld position. And was deafened by the roar inside the half Mage's head. He removed his hands.

"As part of your duties at the Vulcan Interplanetary Ministry, did you use the information relayed by Captain Talljet to make policy decisions regarding the Miska system?" Jir asked.

"Objection." Lapham rose. "We cannot know how much or how little the putative information influenced policy. The Vulcan Interplanetary Ministry was not the only decision maker in the plans to bring the Miska system into the Federation."

Hobie looked wryly at the Vulcan. "If you had asked permission to meld with me I would have said no and you'd not have been startled."

"What is going on in your head, Hobie?" Sarek was trying to shake off the psychic energy that had washed over him. Recovering his composure and erection were something he'd think about later.

"Why would Uncle Jir want to destroy something of yours, Master?" Polmira asked.

"I think Jir was very angry for a long time, so angry he didn't want to see anything of the happier past for a while." Maja sat back and poured tea for them.

"Overruled. Answer the question, Lord Sarek," Lord Suqiet growled.

"Yes."

"Elaborate." Lady T'Pnov said before Jir could ask his next question.

"We Talljets are wired up a little differently from you Vulcans." Hobie sat up to explain. "Where you shield the psychic energy around you, we filter it. Some we absorb and use, some we reject and let pass through our telefield." He reached out a long warm hand and stroked Sarek back to full hardness with the barest caress. "But it is necessary that everything in all four of our telefields is processed and it can be very noisy if you're not used to the traffic." He ran his tongue over Sarek's erect nipple and found it less salty than he'd anticipated. "We Talljets can never bond in the traditional Vulcan fashion because we are bonded to each other. More like enmeshed in each other." He bent to nuzzle the head of Sarek's cock, his silky curls brushing against the Vulcan's belly.

Sarek pulled him up by a handful of ebony locks. "Does that mean your brothers are here now?"

"Polmira," Maja said, lunging into his mission from Hobie. "I know you love your brothers and that you loved Tossar. I also know you have sometimes felt ... odd. As if you didn't entirely belong to the family you were born into." He watched Polmira nod. "Then, would you be very surprised if I told you that Tossar was not your biological father?"

Polmira didn't make Maja's job any easier; he simply raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

"No. There are certain things we shield from each other. Jir shields especially; if we experienced everything Jir does, we'd be in a constant state of arousal."

Sarek said nothing as he maneuvered them in to a sixty-nine.

"Captain Talljet," Sarek said, "relayed valuable information about the internal warfare in the Miska system over a period of four years. During peaceful interludes, he relayed information regarding trade agreements between the planets, technological advances, political developments and interference from outsiders - mainly the Klingons and the Romulans."

"How was the information relayed to you, Lord Sarek?" Judge Sjrika asked.

"Usually in person."

"On Vulcan?"

"No. I would travel to a prearranged location that did not arouse suspicion."

"You said 'usually.' When not relayed in person, how did you receive the intelligence?"

"Through the Shirkar offices of Talljet, Inc."

Fellatio was new for both of them but with focus, they mastered it quickly.

"Well, you little thing," Maja snapped at last. "Aren't you going to ask me whom your bio father is?"

"I believe it's 'who your bio father is', Master." Polmira said mildly into Maja's most ferocious scowl. "But, yes, please tell me who my biological father is."

"Sarek the Vulcan."

"Oh? I met him the other evening. He seems very nice."

"He is, child, he is."

Sarek was pleased by how neatly Hobie's cock fit down his throat. He stroked Hobie's round ass and concentrated on giving the youth as much pleasure as possible.

"Resume, SaJir," Lord Suqiet murmured, mulling over what he'd just heard.

Jir was displeased that Talljet Inc. had been brought into the testimony but what was done was done. "Lord Sarek, did you ask Captain Talljet to convince Hypz, the dictator of Meza 6, to break his alliance with the Neqfarsian Imperial Trading League."

"Yes."

Jir was seriously hoping one of the judges would ask 'why,' but they did not.

Hobie unhinged his jaw to take in all of Sarek's cock and shuddered with his own pleasure.

"Then this Spock person," Polmira gestured to the gawky little kid in the mural standing between Maja and T'Pring, "is my half brother."

"That is correct."

"Does that make Amanda my step-mother?"

"I've no idea. Ask your Uncle Jir; he'd know all the legal ramifications."

Hobie arched and cried out, although it was muffled by Sarek's cock down his throat, as he came.

Puzzled that Hobie had come but not ejaculated, Sarek decided to ask him about it ... later.

"Did you ask Captain Talljet to convince Hypz to bring Meza 6 into the Federation?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Lord Suqiet asked, thereby winning Jir's heart forever.

Sarek let Hobie's soft organ slip from between his lips.

Recovering as best he could, Hobie applied himself to bringing the Vulcan off as quickly as possible.

"Listen, beastie, aren't you the least distressed that Tossar, the man you thought was your father all your little life, turns out not to be?" Maja asked, exasperated by the little beauty's composure.

"Tossar will always be my father, Master," Polmira explained with gravity. "And I will always love him as my father. But he's dead and Hobie, Sarek, Spock, Amanda, you, Uncle Jir, Aunt Ling, the cousins and everyone here with us is alive. Isn't it fortunate that I've lost one father and gained another?"

Maja eyed him for a moment and decided he was sincere - what else could he be? "I must endeavor to remember that you are a VulCheq and therefore logical."

Sarek drew Hobie up to his chest.

"I haven't ..." Hobie protested.

"I know. I have something else in mind." Sarek settled himself between Hobie's legs and spread them very wide.

"During the Hypz dictatorship, Meza 6 was the largest and most developed of the planets in the Miska system." Sarek explained. "I felt that if Meza 6 could be persuaded to apply for Federation membership, it would bring the rest of the system with it. I considered Hypz the key to bringing Meza 6 into the Federation and I asked Hobie to sound him about it. I do not know what Hobie's success was as Hypz was murdered and the system plunged into chaos before his next report."

"Continue, SaJir." Lord Suqiet intoned.

"May I go now, Master?" Polmira asked, forsaking his work smock and putting his school uniform back on.

"I don't see why not." Maja, feeling a chill, pulled his Master's cloak over his lack of attire. "Where're you off to?"

"I'm dining with Strig's family tonight."

"Oh ho! So you're off to make sure you look extra gorgeous for that clan. If that old witch Princess T'Pira is there don't get any water on her or she'll melt and you'll have transgressed one of the few Vulcan etiquette laws about melting your hostess or her dependents and they would never be able to invite you back."

"Yes, Master," Polmira agreed, as usual somewhat confused by his uncle Maja. "I will try to remember."

"Then go with god, my child."

"Thank you, Master."

Sarek rolled Hobie forward and centered his slippery cockhead at the entrance of his body. He watched with pleasure Hobie relax, trust and open to him.

"Did you ask Captain Talljet to murder Hypz?" Jir asked.

"No."

"Do you think he did?"

"N..."

"Objection." Lapham rose. "Counsel is asking the witness to speculate."

"Why not? It's a yes or no question, is it not?" Jir fired back.

Sarek sank gently into Hobie's body and leaned to kiss the flushed and parted lips beneath his.

"Counsel is recasting acts of piracy and murder as mandated by a Federation agency that was not fully in control of those events and therefore could not, would not have ordered them!"

"I'm just trying to ascertain what Captain Talljet's job for the Vulcan Interplanetary Ministry really was!"

Sarek looked away from the argument before the bench and found Hobie studying him with the cool amusement that a lover would recognize. He returned the look in the manner he had always returned it - dry and curious.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I never thought I could relax this much."

"Well done, then." Sarek lengthened his strokes.

"I request this witness be dismissed as unreliable!"

"There is nothing unreliable about this witness!"

Sarek could not feel Hobie in the room but noted that he was a beautiful as ever. He also thought Hobie looked peaceful, as if he'd surrendered to his fate and whatever good Jir could do him here, in the courtroom. Sarek leaned back as Jir's holograph merged into the dock as he and Lapham seemed to be trying to climb up the bench to make their arguments. He held Hobie's eyes and wondered, for the nth time, why his beautiful half Mage had left him without a word, without a sign until several years had passed and Hobie was a .... an entrepreneur.

Sarek was gentle with Hobie, even as he came, plunging in full length and throwing his head back with a strangled cry of pure pleasure, pure release. He tried not to black out and propped his weight on his arms when he regained consciousness so as not to crush his lover.

Hobie put his arms around Sarek and held his shuddering blacked out lover and shuddered into his second orgasm. More subtle but as enjoyable as the first one.

"Counsel, that's enough!" Lord Suqiet said firmly.

"If you have no grounds to remove this witness!"

"I have plenty of ...!"

"BAILIFF! SAJIR AND COMMANDER LAPHAM ARE EACH FINED 500 CREDITS FOR CONTEMPT AND IF THEY ARE NOT IN THEIR SEATS AND SILENT IN 5 SECONDS THEY ARE TO BE GAGGED AND TAKEN INTO CUSTODY UNTIL TOMORROW MORNING!" Lord Suqiet roared as Jir and Lapham fled to their seats like bad third graders. "The witness and accused are dismissed until ten o'clock tomorrow morning." Boring into Jir and then Lapham with his eyes, as if daring them to even think the wrong thing, Lord Suqiet paused as Sarek and Hobie were hustled out of the real and virtual courtrooms. "THIS IS A COURT OF LAW AND I WILL NOT HAVE IT TURNED INTO A BACCHANAL! THERE WILL BE NO FURTHER OUTBURSTS IN THE QUESTIONING OF THIS WITNESS! THIS COURT IS ADJOURNED UNTIL TEN O'CLOCK TOMORROW MORNING!" Lord Suqiet rose abruptly, followed by the other judges, and swept from the room.

Defense and Prosecution left the courtroom with alacrity as well.

Sarek rolled off Hobie and settled him on his chest. They lay comfortably together for a short while. It was necessary for them to return to their respective homes before their absences aroused suspicion.

The next day Hobie accepted his place at the Vulcan Institute and Sarek, through a third party, bought a chic new villa in the mountains outside of Shirkar.

* * *

Jir sighed when he saw the viewer and keyboard on his table the next morning. It could only mean that Lord Suqiet had decided that Sarek's examination was only to be in writing from now on. It was all right; Jir felt he'd made his point, even if it cost him 500 credits.

The rest of the session with Sarek was extremely dull, even for a Vulcan court. Hobie nearly dozed off twice. It was established that the four acts of piracy of which Hobie was accused occurred during the four year period that Sarek received information about the Miska system from Hobie. It was further established that Hobie had made contact with and arranged for Sarek and other members of the Vulcan Interplanetary Ministry to meet with members of the ruling elite of Csro 6 and Bven 3 of the Srenis system, which subsequently became a member of the Federation, thus providing an important trade route along the border of non-aligned space. Jir was sure that this testimony was conclusive evidence that Hobie was acting in the interests of the Federation during this time and could not be guilty of breaking its laws. Jir's other argument was simply that the acts of piracy of which Hobie was accused took place in non-aligned space and were not illegal under what laws there were there at that time.

Jir also made short work of the Star Fleet crewmen that thought they had skirmished and chased Hobie through the Miska system. The Praga's logs never fully identified who they were chasing. It had merely been assumed it was Hobie the Pirate because the ship was visually identified as one of his and it was known Hobie was in the vicinity. However, there had been no visual or auditory contact with the crew or captain, therefore no voiceprint or image to confirm it. Circumstantial speculation and Jir shredded it.

Lord Suqiet watched the last Star Fleet witness leave the stand and asked that Hobie be returned to his cell until the trial resumed the next day. He waited until Hobie was out of the room before he spoke. "I have spoken to the Klingon Ambassador and he is reluctant but willing to allow you to call Master Ghet as your witness, Commander Lapham. He has agreed to allow Master Ghet to be questioned in this courtroom on the condition that he is escorted by a Klingon guard as befits his station in the Empire. I do not like the idea of armed Klingons in this courtroom but you have made a very convincing argument for SaMaja's appearance in this court. It is hoped that his testimony will give this court enough insight into what happened after he and Captain Talljet left Vulcan twenty years ago to make an informed decision in this case. I have never had so much difficulty getting subpoenaed witnesses before a court in my career. Master Ghet will testify in three days. This court is adjourned until then." Lord Suqiet, Lady T'Pnov and Sjrika rose and left the courtroom.

Jir had hoped the Klingons would refuse to let St. Gozine testify in this sordid matter but it was not to be. He wondered what Lapham hoped to prove with Maja's testimony but could draw no conclusions. Neither could Storen or Smig. He left the prison and made his way to his office to have a nap before Maja came to discuss what he was and was not to say in court.

* * *

"I'm sorry to disturb you Ambassador," Smirek, Sarek's secretary at the Vulcan Interplanetary Ministry commed a few days later. "But there is a Vulcan named SerNera demanding to see you and Master Ghet is with him."

"Ask them to step into my office, Smirek."

"SerNera prefers to speak to you here, in the anteroom, Ambassador."

"I see. I shall be with you in a moment." Sarek broke off his reply to Admiral Jessup's irritated communication as to why 'in the flying hell was the Vulcan Interplanetary Ministry running such a loose cannon like Hobie Talljet as a spy?!?.' It was almost a pleasure to be interrupted as Sarek was finding himself hard pressed for an official explanation. He rose, adjusted his robes and wondered what his old Klingon tutor wanted of him.

The waiting room of Sarek's office suite in the Vulcan Interplanetary Ministry was austere and shared by three other diplomats. Part of it was occupied by the secretaries' desk units. Smirek was standing uncertainly beside Maja and SerNera. There were a number of visitors, secretaries, assistants and clerks lingering in the area to see what business a Klingon Master had at the Vulcan Interplanetary Ministry. They all pricked up their ears as Sarek approached the trio.

Maja rolled his eyes and Sarek wondered what truly was up here. "Greetings, SerNera ...." he began.

"Defiler of youth," croaked the old Vulcan in Old Vulcan. "Whoremonger. Thief. Libertine. Barbarian. I have come to thrash you for violating the trust extended to you by the Sas when you were allowed a seat and refreshment at that ancient hearth. A trust you threw into the dust to assuage your lust."

Silence descended over the anteroom.

Maja nearly bit through his tongue to keep from dissolving into a fit of hysterical giggles.

Smirek won a major struggle to keep his eyebrow from rising.

Sarek kept his face bland as he stood before the old Vulcan. He felt SerNera's use of Old Vulcan very appropriate. It was not lost on him that entry into the Sa milieu was rare, guarded and he had indeed violated their trust. "Yes, SerNera, I have earned your censure."

Hearing the seriousness in Sarek's tone, Maja gave up his mirth and sharpened his attention.

SerNera raised a frail and creaky arm. He looked up at Sarek, who was at least a head taller then him, and assessed the trajectory of his strike. "Lean forward, Sarek."

Sarek bent at the waist and received a surprisingly hard blow to his right cheek. He resisted bringing his hand to soothe the stinging flesh. He even waved away Maja's healing ministrations.

"We are avenged," SerNera intoned. He narrowed his eyes at Sarek and lowered his voice. "Actually, Sarek, you could have had Hobie that first night if you'd made us the right offer, you know?"

"I find it futile to speculate in hindsight, SerNera." Sarek blandly told him. "I regret that I offended the house of Sa and hope I will still be admitted there."

"Yes, yes, yes," SerNera chanted. "This is a two part mission, Sarek: to chastise you and then invite what's left of you to the party to celebrate Hobie's liberation we've got planned for Noltarek’s Eve. Everybody will be there; you must come." Maja extended a heavily embossed envelope addressed to Sarek in the most elegant Vulcan calligraphy the Commune could manage. The notation 'dancing' in the lower right corner of the invitation had sent shock waves through the Shirkar social scene and much dancing shoe business to its cobblers. All Vulcans can dance an Imman or two but few and far between are the opportunities to do so.

Noltarek’s Eve was a full week before the official start of the Shirkar season so Sarek, who like 'everybody' in Shirkar had no plans for that evening, readily agreed. He wondered how much this would flummox the nouvelle Vulcan hostesses; Noltarek’s Eve had ceased to be the official start of the Shirkar season two thousand years ago when the old families were defeated by the forces of Surak. Much history, etiquette and snobbery would be tossed sideways depending on who was and was not invited to Hobie's liberation party.

If he was liberated - Sarek was not certain that the trial was going to go his way, however brilliant a defense Jir was providing his brother. His contemplation of that was cut short by the arrival of Admiral Jessup.

"You don't need a rescue, do you Ambassador?" Jessup asked good naturally. He'd seen the entire incident and could not imagine what in the flying hell was going on.

"No. Thank you, Admiral," Sarek said. "I was just about to suggest we all have lunch at Strivasa, if you can accept an invitation on such short notice."

Maja, SerNera and the Admiral were delighted to accept. Poor Smirek was forced to use Sarek's and Jir's names to get a table on such short notice but, being an effective secretary, he was victorious.

"It is a pleasure to meet you at last, Master Ghet," Jessup said, when they were seated at a highly visible table in the best restaurant in Shirkar. "I have admired your work for a long time and I was very impressed by the way you defended yourself on the Klingon homeworld."

"I was lucky on Klingon, Admiral," Maja said, muching on a raw vegetable from the appetizer tray before him. "I should be dead except I happened to tell the Klingons, most of them anyway, exactly what they wanted to hear at that moment. I highly recommend it for extricating oneself from difficult situations."

"I believe I have used it once or twice, sir," Jessup allowed. "I notice half your art sale went back to the Empire."

"Yes, good work that," Maja said. "I was surprised the Hierophant Kroldt himself bought 'Gozine the Confessor.' I'd have made him a present of it if I'd known."

"And General KmordriYhet bought 'Sleeping Youth'," Jessup observed. "I believe a portrait of your middle son, Hraja."

"Yes." Maja began to wonder how much StaFlet intelligence knew about the short reign of Maja I, the Klong-Rom Emperor. "That little art sale is going to finance the party of the century. You're invited, Admiral." Maja swerved into another subject. "We sent the most pirate looking scalawags of Hobie's fleet to deliver the Star Fleet invitations. Too bad you won't be there to see him or her. But then again, if you come to our little party, the buccaneers will all be there and you can see how exotic they are for yourself."

"I should be delighted," Jessup said sincerely. He was delighted by Maja's quaint, Star Fleet brat Standard. "When is it planned for?"

"Five days from today."

"Will the trial be finished by then?" Jessup asked, surprised.

"Should be." Maja hefted his menu. "They grill me tomorrow and then Hobie the next day. The lawyers make their closing arguments after that. The Judges will deliberate and give out their verdict."

"How are you betting on the outcome, Master?" Jessup asked.

"Victory for Hobie, Jir and his team, of course. Jir is, after all, the best lawyer in the galaxy," Maja assured him.

"Certainly one of the most attractive." Jessup smiled.

At that moment, their sumptuous lunch arrived and they proceeded to have a very enjoyable repast.

* * *

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