Title: After the Rescue

Part: NEW 53/73

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.

"Just when I thought I'd have you all to myself for a while..." Kirk eyed McCoy over a glass of wine in the doctor's quarters. "We're ordered to deliver Lieutenant Eason to Vulcan for the trial."

"Had you known, you could have sent her off with Spock the other day." McCoy said coolly to cover his elation that they were going to Vulcan. He'd always wanted to see Spock's homeworld under less stressful conditions than his first and thus far, only visit.

"I think it's a little more than that, Bones. I think Star Fleet got nervous when Maja and Ling arrived at the head of eighty pirate warships and crews. We're going to be there just in case they cut up rough."

"Did Jessup say why they were allowed to dry dock and debark?"

"They were ordered to dry dock," Kirk informed him. "The Vulcans didn't want that much fire power in orbit so they cordoned off part of the desert outside Shirkar for them to dock in. I'm looking forward to that; pirate ships as far as the eye can see."

"And the crews?"

"Are mostly billeted in and around their ships. Apparently everybody on those ships is a Federation citizen in good standing."

"How's that?"

"When the Talljet planets became Federation members, the Federation inherited their residents, who happen to be Hobie's crews, shipbuilders and their families." Kirk paused to enjoy the doctor's laughter. "And, this is the good part, Jessup wants a look at Hobie's ships so bad he can taste it. He wants our crew, particularly engineering, to mix and mingle with the pirates as much as possible to find out as much as possible."

"I don't see Scotty as a Mata Hari."

"Nor I and I pointed this out to the admiral but he was unimpressed." Kirk sipped some more wine. "Jessup is on his way to Vulcan as we speak."

"Is he called to the trial?"

"No, but evidently Shirkar is the place to be right now. Wolfe and her flagship are there. Grace Blyton is on her way. Commodore Yakolev will arrive soon." Kirk nudged McCoy's knee with his own.

"Why is Theresa Eason being called?" McCoy moved his knee.

"She was the navigator on the Praga when they chased Hobie and his ships all over the Miska system." Kirk hooked his foot under the doctor's calf.

"I bet she's got some tales to tell." McCoy failed to disentangle his leg from Kirk's. "Maybe we should go talk to her?"

"Later." Kirk rose and pulled the doctor to his feet and into his arms. "Tomorrow; it's late, I need you." He pressed a gentle kiss onto the doctor's lips.

"Do you?" McCoy said, coming up for air. "I've always thought you were the self-sufficient type."

"I am, except where you're concerned." Kirk guided McCoy to the bed and swiftly undressed them both. "Then I'm very very needy."

McCoy could not but smile at that. He put his arms around his lover's neck and squirmed against Kirk's erection on his belly. He kissed a trail down to Kirk's right nipple and closed his lips over it, hard. Kirk ran his fingers through the doctor's warm brown hair. McCoy moved to the left nipple and nuzzled it as well before moving lower to Kirk's impressively erect cock. Relaxed and sighing with pleasure, McCoy smoothed his lips over the velvety head, slipping his tongue along the curves and hollows. He did everything he had learned Kirk loved to have done. He glanced at Kirk, languidly watching him through half closed eyes and bent to his pleasant task again.

McCoy wrapped his lips around the head and dragged his tongue along the underside. He relaxed his jaw and moved as far down as he comfortably could. He let his lips and tongue explore a bit before moving back up to the head and down again and back up. He established a gentle rhythm on Kirk's cock, enjoying its texture and taste, feeling Kirk's enjoyment.

Kirk urged McCoy up to his chest. He bent down to lick his own taste off McCoy's lips and roll on top of him, spreading McCoy's legs on either side of his hips and urging them up. He explored the doctor's mouth as he reached for the lubricant in the bedside table.

McCoy relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy the leisurely kiss. It was nice not to feel rushed.

Kirk knelt between McCoy's legs, pulling the doctor's hips onto his thighs, he teased McCoy's cock to hardness. Kirk gently slipped a well oiled finger into the doctor, up to the first joint. McCoy started at the contact, then shivered with pleasure. Kirk's finger progressed slowly deeper and McCoy was focused on the erotic finesse of Kirk's touch. A second finger slipped in and McCoy relaxed even further for Kirk.

Kirk leaned down and kissed him sweetly, arranging McCoy's legs over his shoulders, rolling him forward. Kirk centered his cock against McCoy's tight ring and held there, waiting for McCoy to surrender. When he felt McCoy relax infinitesimally more, he pressed into his lover's body.

McCoy rolled his head in pleasure at being filled by Kirk. He wrapped his arms around Kirk's neck when his lover hit bottom and waited patiently as Kirk established his fucking pace. With each thrust and retreat the head of Kirk's penis stroked McCoy's prostate. McCoy could feel his climax nearing and tried to forestall it by mentally reciting chemical compounds. Kirk, seeing the doctor's attention wander, upped his tempo a little and bent to take McCoy's left nipple gently between his teeth. McCoy clung to him: "Jim, I'm going to cum if you don't slow down."

Kirk cooled his pace, still moving inside McCoy, allowing him to edge back from his climax. He adjusted his angle to take some pressure off McCoy's prostate. Kirk slid all the way in, bent to McCoy's mouth and kissed him gently, coaxing his mouth open and slipping his tongue between McCoy's teeth.

Seeing McCoy and he were now on the same page, Kirk began his long, slow strokes again. He urged McCoy into the same rhythm and they stroked each other higher and closer.

McCoy had just time to cry out before his orgasm swept from his toes to the top of his head, clenching his ass around Kirk. Cum splashed between them. Kirk claimed his mouth again.

McCoy shuddered, moaning against Kirk's tongue, his cock pressed between their bellies, slippery with his cum. And still Kirk was fucking him with long, slow, powerful strokes.

Kirk was moving, harder, faster, deeper; head thrown back, eyes closed, intent on his own climax. Kirk let his head fall forward, eyes closed, panting. His thrusts became erratic and McCoy simply held on. Kirk flung himself against McCoy, once, twice, threw his head back and came and came and came with a choked cry. He collapsed into McCoy's arms and lay panting on the doctor's chest.

They lay like this, exhausted but still tingling with pleasure, until the doctor began to feel oppressed by Kirk's weight and urged the captain off him. Kirk snapped out of his post-coital trance and pulled McCoy even closer. He rolled onto his back and settled McCoy on his chest, caressing as much of him as he could easily reach.

Realizing he was parched, Kirk rose from the bed and walked over to the table. He refilled their wine glasses and rejoined his supine lover.

"Thanks." McCoy said, accepting his glass. The wine tasted especially good after sex.

"You are very welcome."

* * *

Maja had slept on after Sarek left that morning and was given a thumping good breakfast by Sredia when he finally got up. They sat in the kitchen together as Maja ate his way through a mountain of food. Sredia had brought back Maja's note with further corrections from the Sas and Maja glanced over it as he ate.

"Now you know why I dread going there." Maja told him around his toast.

"Written Vulcan is very difficult. I believe the Sas simply wish you to be as proficient as you were before you left." Sredia had had a delightful dinner with the Sas and hoped to defend his hosts and smooth down the MageCheq at the same time. "Prince Strig was at dinner."

"And who is he?"

"One of the clan T'Pira."

Maja cast his mind back for a moment: "Really? He must have told his mother he was going to the library because T'Pira hates the Sas."

"Princess T'Pira is a noble Vulcan lady, I doubt she hates anyone."

"Huh. What's he doing at the Sas?"

"He seemed very interested in his conversation with your nephew, Polmira."

"Oh? Is he Sribit's son?"

"Prince Sribit is his uncle. Strig is Sbat's youngest son. I believe they met at the Preparatory Institute."

"Where else? I can't imagine Polmira at any of those mind-crushingly boring teas the Lady T'Peja used to give."

"Nor I, Maja, nor I."

"Did you see any of my brats?"

"Yes, all three. Tien showed me the repairs on the house, it's coming along nicely."

"Really? That's a good project for the Commune. Keep them out of trouble."

"I met Farro, he showed me a sculpture design he and his brothers made that they are quite proud of."

"What didja think?"

"Too much movement."

"He likes things that move, always has. And Hraja?"

"He was working on a ladder so he only waved at me. He seems like a nice young man."

"They're all nice, Sredia. I'm very proud of them, really. I suppose I should tell them someday."

"I hope you will not wait too long."

"I won't. I'll tell them tonight, in fact." Maja drank some tea. "Did you see Lady Amanda?"

"I was told she and Prince Khat were at the Lady T'Preva's reception."

"Amanda's brave to take him there."

"I understand Lady Amanda is quite brave where Prince Khat is concerned."

"Aye," Maja agreed dryly. "Since when is he Prince Khat instead of Master Khat?"

"It is how he was presented to me by SaCriz."

"I wonder if SaCriz isn't overdoing it. I'm trying to forget 'Master Khat's' royal stint, I hope everyone else will too."

"Would you prefer that I call him Master Khat?"

"Yes, please. And does the number fifteen bus still run by the corner and do you have a token?"

Maja finished his breakfast, thanked Sredia for everything and went off to catch his bus.

"SaMaja!" An old woman on the bus hailed him.

"Oh, hello T’Prizi. How are you?" Maja asked, wondering how this fossil could still be alive.

"Well, thank you, SaMaja. I was just talking about you and your brothers with my grandson..."

Thankfully, T'Prizi got off the bus at the shops and Maja discreetly waited one more stop to get off himself. Being polite to T'Prizi, who could talk the flesh off your bones, he'd overshot his stop by several blocks. He was in a shopping area so it would be a pleasant if roundabout walk to the Sas. He noticed the old art store he where used to buy his paints and paper was still in business and stepped inside.

"Live long and prosper, SaMaja." Svik greeted him as if he'd just seen him yesterday.

"Peace and long life, Svik," Maja returned pleasantly. "Oh, you framed them and hung them up." Maja looked up at three of his early drawings hanging behind the counter.

"I sold one when I needed some money."

"You can't have gotten much for it." Maja observed.

"I would not have parted with it had I not gotten quite a lot, SaMaja. They are precious to me."

"Oh. Well, I'll try to make some more. You were very kind to take them in trade when I had no money for art supplies." Maja smiled with his eyes, which is what the Vulcans preferred (there was something disconcerting about baring the teeth and contorting cheeks in Shirkar - such actions were to be avoided). "By the way, where are the other two?"

"In my sitting room. Perhaps you will join me there for some tea?"

"Yes. Thank you." Maja glanced at the clock and decided he had plenty of time to get to the Sas and proceeded to have a very pleasant visit with Svik.

After lunch, Maja emerged from the art store and headed in the direction of the Sas' mansion. He only ran into three or four more acquaintances so he arrived as the light took on a pinkish glow and made everything look soft and inviting. Even the Sa mansion looked new and hopeful.

He pushed open the back gate and stared around at the huge and tidy garden. Maja had never seen it cleaned up; it seemed to go on forever. He stood staring at it for a while, suddenly very nervous about seeing these old men. He crept around the side of the house and looked in the kitchen window.

There was no one in the kitchen. He heaved a sigh of relief and turned back to his contemplation of the garden. He noticed someone had planted a vegetable patch. Maja skulked over to look at it, noticing it was planted with the same things he and his brothers always planted. Except this one was expertly terraced and irrigated so the yield would be at least ten times what the Talljets used to get.

'I see the hand of Master Pzchaz and the Farro in this,' Maja thought, suddenly feeling useless to the Commune and the universe in general. 'I've been wasting my time in spaceships while they've been creating beauty everywhere.' He heard an upper storey window open behind him and turned.

"Is that you, Maja? What are you doing standing in the garden?" SiJidi asked kindly.

"I was just looking at it." Maja was defensive but he was also noticing how pretty the house was free of vines and creepers. How huge, too.

Another window flew open: "Maja? At last! What a disgraceful note you sent here last night. Your teachers will be ashamed," SoLri, one of his Vulcan teachers, scolded.

"Not if they don't find out." More defensive.

"Master Ghet!" Farro flung open another window, Hraja waved from behind him.

"Hullo, lads. Farro, what ever are you wearing?"

"It's Jir's old school uniform, yours was too small. Bot's wearing it."

"Greetings, Maja!" SaCriz cried from a tiny balcony next to Farro's window.

"SaCriz! Why are the children wearing hand me downs?" Really defensive.

"There's lots of wear in them yet, Maja," SerNera observed serenely from another window.

Maja turned back to Farro: "You do that garden?" He gestured over his shoulder.

"We all did it, Master," Hraja informed him.

"How did you know what to plant?"

"They asked us: we told them, Maja," SoLri said. "We remember most of your Talljet ways."

"Ah." Maja looked back at Farro, who was smirking at SoLri, and wondered just what tales the old men had told the Commune. "Is everyone here?" Maja asked vaguely and immediately regretted it.

"What do you mean, 'everyone', Maja?" SaCriz snapped irritated that Maja was still as vague as always.

"I mean the Commune and the whores and the JetCheqs..."

"That word is brilliant," SiJidi informed him.

"I'm so glad you like it." Maja turned back to Farro and Hraja. "Well?"

"Yes, Master," Hraja said. "The whole Commune and all the cousins are here and some people I don't really know. Oh, yes, and the little blind boy, Laninin."

"And WE want to talk to YOU about that, Maja," SoLri said seriously.

"Why ME? He's NOT mine."

"You're the first of your brothers to show his face here, Maja," SerNera told him.

"Oh, excellent. I could leave and come back."

"Too late, half Mage, SaBrzia wants to see you." Spaga held the kitchen door open.

Maja heaved a sigh and stomped inside. He felt like a twelve year old, he knew this would happen. Ling and Jir claimed it happened to them, why should he be spared? He kicked off his boots and stomped across the living room to drop them on the rack by Svurek and his door, which seemed to be under construction.

"Hullo, Svurek," Maja said. "What goes on with your door?"

"Your Commune is repairing it."

"Are they? How long since anyone came or went through it?"

"Oh, seventy years or so," Svurek mused, knowing full well it was 71.65 years but preferring to be stylishly vague.

"Well, I hope you remember how to let them in and out." Maja smiled at him; he liked Svurek.

"I'm sure I do, half Mage." Svurek said mildly; he was fond of Maja in an off hand way.

"Come, Maja, stop stalling," Spaga said and led him up the now tidy staircase and down a hall. He stopped and knocked on a door before entering.

SaBrzia was old before Maja was born and now he was really old. He had lost his vision slowly and refused to do anything about it. He had pupils to read to him, what else did he need? Besides, he'd seen too much silliness in the world. Appearances caused all the trouble in life, better not to see them. While Maja lived in the house, SaBrzia spent his days behind a huge desk in the office next to his bedroom. It was at this desk that he had formulated the linguistic theories that made him famous. He was not the most patient being and had a temper when roused. Of the Talljets, Jir was his favorite and then Maja but he was still gruff with both of them. Hobie and Ling he ignored and was ignored by them in turn.

Maja stepped up to the side of the bed and looked down at the shrunken figure there. He glanced back at Spaga whose face was unhelpfully blank.

"What's the commotion, boy? Can't you come into the house and pay your respects decently?" SaBrzia croaked, waving Spaga out of the room.

"Well." Maja unhooked the clasp of his Master's cloak. "Obviously not." He tossed it on a chair. "You know what a savage I am." He shook the energy out of his hands. "I really haven't changed much." He slipped into the bed and curled around the weakened old man, sending a gentle but steady healing wave into him.

At first SaBrzia could only frown in indignation at this outrageous behavior but very soon, he wheezed his protest: "Maja, get out of this bed."

Maja ignored him. Some time went by.

"MAJA, get out of this bed."

Maja closed his eyes. Some more time went by.

"MAJA, GET OUT OF THIS BED."

Maja, feeling drained, dozed off. Even more time went by.

"MAJA, GET OUT OF THIS BED!" SaBrzia roared rising from the bed and if tone could maim, Maja'd be leaving in a basket.

"What's all the noise?" Spaga asked, reentering. He rushed forward to support his teacher to a chair and wrap a robe around him. SiJidi and SaCriz also came in, attracted by the commotion.

"I'm going to my office," SaBrzia growled, rising again. "I want lunch. I want him out of my bed before dinner." He pointed at the bed where Maja lay curled on his side, looking up at him. SaBrzia stormed out of the room, Spaga and SaCriz in his wake.

SiJidi sat down on the side of the bed and pinched Maja's pale cheek.

"Welcome home, half Mage."

* * *

end of part 53

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