You do know me, by Karmen Ghia

A sequel to You don’t know me, by Jane Seaton

For Jane.

*Dear Captain Kirk,*

"I got your letter."

"Oh? You did not mention it in your message."

"No......"

*I hope this letter finds all is well with you and the Enterprise.*

".....however, you should have guessed because I'm here less than a week after receiving it."

"Yes. I was wondering.... You are not expected here for another two weeks."

"I said I had urgent business here before I took up my post."

*I wish to congratulate you on your posting as head of the Deep Space Exploration Department on Vresinia 3.*

"May I know what urgent business, sir?"

"You."

*In the three months since I came here as part of Commodore Novak's staff ....*

Kirk was smiling his Gordo Calibar smile. Chekov had not seen it in a long time. He smiled and moved into Kirk's arms.

*.....I have found Vresinia 3 to be a very beautiful planet.*

"You still smile more with this side of your face, Pavel." Kirk bent to kiss the side he was talking about and then moved on to Chekov's soft lips and shy kiss of welcome. "Are you nervous?" Kirk murmured into Chekov's ear.

"A little."

"Don't be nervous." Kirk brushed his lips over the Russian's. "Think of it as old times." He pulled Chekov closer and soothed him until he stopped trembling.

*Although I miss the Enterprise ....*

"Come to bed with me."

"Yes."

*….I am finding my new position on the Commodore’s staff to be very rewarding.*

Kirk slid into Chekov's bed and drew the younger man into his arms and kissed him tenderly. He felt Chekov relax against him and nestle into the warm embrace. He gently drew his hand along Chekov's arching cock.

*Although the Commodore’s flagship spends very little time out of orbit...*

"Gordo..."

"No... call me Jim ..... when we're like this... "

*....and most of the missions are diplomatic in nature,...*

"I..." Chekov faltered.

"What's wrong?"

"I... I'm surprised... that you, ….. Jim ... want to.. to..."

"Make love to you, Pavel, and not to Samon?"

"Yes."

*.... I do not find this boring....*

Kirk sat cross legged on the Russian's bed. Chekov raised himself up to sitting as well.

"Sometimes on the Bridge, when I had the leisure to think through a situation twice, I'd think it through from Calibar's point of view. Sometimes this was helpful; sometimes it was useless but it was always interesting. And always, when you were there in front of me, I had to restrain myself from swooping down and stealing a kiss from you. One time I was even on my feet before I realized where I was and what I was about to do. I think Spock knew what I was feeling. I would find him watching me when I was thinking in Calibar mode and he'd distract me somehow whenever I became too interested in you."

*....or annoying.*

"And then one day, I realized that it wasn't just Calibar who wanted to kiss you."

*In some ways I am enjoying the predictability of the routine...*

"I had a long talk with Spock and McCoy about why I was coming here early, to see you and what I hoped. McCoy reminded me that I'm fourteen years older than you and should know better. That whatever I felt for you was a neurosis left over from Foreman IV and I was unwise to try to act out a delusion with you. I told him that if what I feel for you is a neurotic delusion then I would rather have it than sanity. He threw up his hands and wished me good luck. He wished us both good luck."

"What did Mr. Spock say?" Chekov moved closer.

"He said 'Mr. Chekov has many admirable qualities'."

*....and the camaraderie of my fellow officers.*

Kirk drew Chekov astride his lap and pressed a long kiss on the Russian's eager lips. He gentled his hands over Chekov's back and soft mounds of his ass, soothing him, slowing him down, setting a calmer pace for them both. Kirk eased Chekov back to accommodate their burgeoning erections. He pulled the Russian close again, pressing his cock along Chekov's.

*I am also enjoying being a second lieutenant and wish to thank you again for your recommendation.*

"You see, this is not about Calibar and Samon anymore, is it? It hasn't been for a long time," Kirk whispered into Chekov's ear.

*I think you will enjoy living here.*

Chekov, his arms around Kirk's neck, was lost in sensation. Moving sensuously up and down in Kirk's lap, his whole being concentrated on the delicious friction he was creating between them.

'....how long I've wanted this....' He heard Kirk murmur somewhere far away. '...and not been able to touch you...'

*There are some officers here you know.*

Kirk let Chekov find his own rhythm. It was enough for the older man to hold him close and feel the youngster’s cock sliding maddeningly along his, his warm dark thatch pressed against the copper one, the Russian's balls nestling against Kirks' at each descent. To hear Chekov's little gasps of pleasure as the Russian brought them a little higher, a little closer. Kirk smoothed his hands over the warm flesh of Chekov's back and smiled at the slick moisture on the end of the younger man's cock. He brought his lips to Chekov's and coaxed the sweet warm mouth to open to him.

*I believe you know Captain Daniels of the Fortunata....*

Kirk slid his hands down to Chekov's hips and took a firm grip. He ground their erections even closer and pulled the younger man hard against him. Sliding Chekov's willing body against his in faster, harder strokes, Kirk smiled against the Russian's neck as he felt Chekov begin to shudder and sob as a prelude to his climax. Kirk held Chekov tight against him as the Russian came.

*....and Commander Malev of the Samarkand.*

Chekov threw back his head and cried out as he came on Kirk's belly. He collapsed back into the strong arms that held him and listened to the soft indulgent chuckle that reminded him of Calibar.

'Perhaps some of Gordo is here after all...'

*When your posting was announced....*

Kirk laid Chekov down and kissed him. "What do you want to do tonight, Pavel?" He murmured against his ear.

"Everything."

Kirk rose and went into the bathroom for a towel. When he came out he tossed the towel onto Chekov and waved a rectangular box at the Russian.

"Can I open this?"

*....they spoke very highly of you and ....*

"Yes, that's why I have it."

"Have you done this since we did on Foreman IV?" Kirk asked, sitting on the side of the bed.

"No," Chekov said quickly, deciding that what happened in the palace didn't count.

*.....said they looked forward to working with you again.*

"Do you want to?"

"Yes."

*When I first took up this duty ....*

Chekov folded his arms under his head and squirmed against the slick fingers entering his body. They were welcome, but still....

"Relax, Pavel, relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

*....Commander Malev came to congratulate me ...*

"...Oh!"

"Are you all right? Do you want me to stop?"

"No, no ... don't stop."

*....not because the Commodore had taken me off the Enterprise to be his flagship navigator....*

Kirk carefully sank into Chekov's body. When he was all the way inside, Kirk gathered the younger man in his arms to soothe him and give them both a moment to adjust. This being the first time Kirk had done this as himself, he wanted to be more gentle with Chekov than Calibar had been with Samon, however, he now realized that Calibar had been very gentle with Samon.

*....but because I was on the Enterprise in the first place.*

Chekov was hard again and quietly rubbing his erection against the pillow beneath him.

Kirk began to move gently on top of him. He lifted the younger man's hips into better angle and to caress his lover's erection in the same rhythm as his thrusts.

*He went on to say that you are one of the best officers in the fleet....*

Kirk lengthened his strokes when he heard Chekov's amorous groaning and felt slick moisture in his hand.

*....and one of the finest people he knows.*

Kirk brought Chekov off in the same moment as himself. He thrust all the way in and shuddered against Chekov as his orgasm swept over him. He propped himself up on his elbows while he caught his breath so as not to crush the younger man beneath him.

*I did not disagree with him.*

Kirk gently pulled out and rolled onto his back. He watched Chekov disappear into the bathroom and heard the shower running. He rose and went to go bathe with his lover.

*I understand you will be taking over your department in three weeks.*

Chekov settled himself on Kirk's chest and ran his fingertip over one of Kirk’s nipples until it hardened. He looked up at his lover with sleepy eyes.

*Because the Commodore’s staff and your department do not interface,...*

"Why did you write, Pavel?"

"I wanted this to happen again."

*….I cannot estimate how much we will see of each other on duty.*

"You never gave any sign of that on the Enterprise."

"The Enterprise was not the place for it."

*I would, however, like to welcome you here....*

"I was sorry to lose you to the Commodore but it's a good move for your career."

"Yes, I was sorry to go but I knew it was the right thing to do. Things were never really the same after Foreman IV, were they?."

*.....and show you what I think is best here ...*

"No. Calibar fell in love with Samon there and then that got transferred to you. It's not something that just goes away because you tell it to. It's why I held on to Calibar for so long. I thought I could confine the way I felt about you to him. But it was never just what Calibar felt about you - it was what I felt but could never admit."

"You never gave any sign of that on the Enterprise."

"The Enterprise wasn’t the place for it."

*...when we are off duty....*

"No. But now you are here. How fortunate that you were assigned here."

"Pavel, do you realize how many favors I had to call in to get assigned here?"

"You will not regret a one of them."

*....if you would enjoy that.*

Chekov pulled Kirk down into a long sweet kiss.

*Again, please allow me to congratulate you on your new post.*

Kirk ran his fingers through Chekov's soft brown hair and drew back to look at him.

*Deep Space Exploration Department cannot but benefit from your experience and leadership.*

"I was afraid this wouldn’t happen again, Pavel."

*Please give my kindest regards to Mr. Spock, Dr. McCoy, Mr. Scott, Mr. Sulu, Lt. Uhura, and Nurse Chapel.*

"Until I got your letter, I wasn't sure if you wanted it to happen again."

*I look forward to meeting you again on Vresinia 3 when you have time to see me.*

"But now that it has, Pavel, and it's really us, not Calibar and Samon..."

*Best regards.*

"….I want to be with you as much and as often as you'll let me." Kirk tightened his arms and looked down at Chekov.

*I remain yours,…..*

Chekov, in complete agreement, gentled a kiss onto Kirk's lips. He curled against Kirk and went to sleep in the warm glow of knowing that everything was going to be just fine.

*…..sincerely,

Samon*

Finis