Title: Ambassador's Privilege
Author: Gayle Rochefort-Potts
E-mail: tpotts@sprint.ca
Series: TOS/MIRROR
Rating: NC-17
Codes: Sa, m/f
Posting:December 8,1999
Archive:ASC, ASCEM, BLTSSummary: This look into the Mirror Universe shows how lives can be owned, (guided) and lost all for the sake of honour.
Disclaimer: The Great Bird of the Galaxy created "The Universe" we play in. Paramount owns "The Universe" we play in. They will have all the monetary gain and all the headaches... we will have all the fun!
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"AMBASSADOR'S PRIVILEGE" (TOS/MIRROR)
Written by Gayle Rochefort-Potts
Assisted by Selek
March 1999
Originally posted: December 8, 1999
The diplomatic offices were of the standard Vulcan simplicity. The inner office was empty for the moment and the outer receptive office held two desks. The Vulcan pair was busy attending to the usual matters of this office.
Selek looked up as he was handed the slates. "You are working quickly today."
"There is little work in the final drafts." T'Aitlu began to turn away, returning to her desk but Selek's hand held hers. She glanced towards the doorway that led into Ambassador Sarek's office, wondering if he was occupied or not. She took the chance and took a step closer to Selek; her fingers ran through the silk of his hair then caressed his face. "I must complete the work assigned to me."
"You can care spare a moment." He looked towards the other office as she had. "Sarek is not due back for another fourteen point four minutes." His fingers stroked the back of her hand. "He has a conclave tonight." He turned her hand palm up and drew two fingers slowly across. "He will not require either of us."
She closed her eyes, reacting immediately to this man's touch, as she always did. "It is not certain, Selek." She withdrew her hand then returned to her desk. Now was not the appropriate time to indulge. As she sat down, Sarek was heard entering his inner office. She breathed a soft sigh of relief that Sarek had not seen them. Of late, Sarek's patience for displays of affection of any kind were not to be tolerated.
Selek stood, gathered all of the reports and legal papers, then headed into Sarek's office and closed the door.
After about twenty minutes their voices began to raise, then there was a sudden bang as if something was slammed down on the desk. T'Aitlu stood at the sound, unsure if she should investigate or not. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief when Selek emerged from the office. He was not pleased.
"Ambassador Sarek wishes you to accompany him tonight." Selek would not look directly at her. "I have been instructed to leave for the day as I am no longer required." He began to close down his workstation without any further comment.
His voice was monotone, informing her without words that he did not approve of this arrangement nor did he wish to discuss it. She moved from behind her desk. "Selek..."
He looked up from his work then stood. "My patience will only stretch so far." He moved to take his travel cape down from the hook. "Even with him." He laid the cape over his arm then looked to T'Aitlu, his head bowed slightly. "I will see you later... I presume."
He turned and left before anything more could be said.
T'Aitlu sat back down and returned to her work, somewhat reluctantly. She recalled the gradual changes in Sarek over the past year. The minute changes had begun just over a year ago when T'sai Amanda became ill then died. A human's constitution was not that of a Vulcan's nor was she expected to live as long as a Vulcan might. Sarek had always been more than attentive towards his mate and had seemed lost since her death. Then recently, for some reason, Sarek had changed even more.
******
Sarek entered the room of Elders with T'Aitlu at his side. The sandalwood scent in the air and the atmosphere were of wealth and indulgences. There were others here with their bondmates, bondservants, concubines and such. They were quickly welcomed and served some drinks. Sarek had arranged for the purchase of the gown T'Aitlu wore and had made a point of complimenting her on her appearance. As he discussed business with the others of the Council, he ensured that she was attended to throughout the evening. He would have done the same for his bond-mate, T'Aitlu noted.
A bond-mate of another Council member came and sat down with her. "So, it has taken Sarek this long to find another. I was not privy to the introductions. I am T'Pring. My mate and I serve the Council."
Her head bowed. "T'sai T'Pring, it is an honour." She had known of this one from Selek. This was the one that had rejected Sarek's son, Spock. "I am T'Aitlu."
T'Pring drained the glass of wine, stopping in mid sip as the signifigance of this one's name hit her, "Desire," She purred suggestively, "A most interesting name. Did Sarek award you with this honour? Or have you earned the name?"
T'Aitlu met this woman's eyes and chose not to answer such a rude query. She picked up her glass and moved to the table of food. She ate only a few bites of food before Sarek once again appeared at her side.
Sarek turned her face towards him with the gentle touch of his fingers. "My business is done here. Do you wish to leave?" His fingers brushed her lips. He sipped on his dark ale. "Or do you wish to remain for a time?" If he and Amanda had had a daughter, he envisioned her to bear some resemblance to T'Aitlu. She could have even passed as a member of Sarek's family, a cousin perhaps. The only difference was that T'Aitlu's eyes were darker.
"It is not my place to chose, Ambassador." She had understood his attentiveness towards her. He was lonely and at times she served to fill the social gap. He had never gone any further than a gentle touch, never crossing the barrier into the privileges of her bondmate's. That is until tonight.
Sarek stepped closer to her; his paired fingers caressed her jaw line then traveled down her neck. His fingertips brushed the darker areola that peeked just above the plunging neckline. T'Aitlu stepped back slightly avoiding his touch. He drained the glass and left it on the table freeing both his hands then closed the distance between them. He held her hand; pulled her close to him then wrapped his other arm around her waist, twisting one hand behind her back. "Then I will choose. Aitlu-kam, I will choose what I wish..." He bent his head and kissed her neck, tasting her perfume.
"Ambassador..." she whispered. "This is not desired." As he lifted his head she met his eyes. "This is not your right, Sarek."
"You... and your bond-mate are bound to me in service." He whispered in a deep and soft voice. "I require your service." He noticed that her ample breasts had spread against his chest and had all but become totally exposed. He held both her wrists behind her; his fingers on his free hand traced patterns on the swell of one breast. "Has he ever kissed you, as humans do?"
"No." T'Aitlu did not know what to make of his behaviour the last few weeks. He had become increasing demanding of the house servants and short with Selek. Today was the first time they had argued. She wondered if some of this treatment was because of that discussion. "Why would he choose to?" she replied evenly attempting to diffuse and end the situation as quickly as possible.
"It has its pleasures." Sarek lifted her chin, debated on teaching her then slowly released her. He looked around the room and all were in various states of pleasuring. "I will take you home."
*******
Selek stood in the door way to the bedroom he shared with T'Aitlu. Bond-mates since the age of seven, as it had been decreed by their parents. Theirs had been a match which had succeeded more than most. She had just finished preparing for bed and was in the process of brushing her long hair. They were fortunate that Sarek, once he became Ambassador, retained Selek as his aide and then found a place for T'Aitlu. Many couples were not as fortunate.
"You have been unusually quiet since your return from the conclave meeting." He had sensed this uneasiness in her. "Did anything happen?"
She fastened a quick loose braid for sleeping. "In what respect?"
"In any respect." He was not comfortable that she had been given another gown nor did he find the style appropriate for the event. He had even noticed that she was keeping her distance. Had something happened and she was wary to inform him. "The travel arrangements have been confirmed. We leave tomorrow."
"We?" She had been informed that the travel plans were to be made for Sarek alone.
"He wishes that we travel with him." Selek was not certain if he was content with the arrangements. They had traveled many times with Sarek but it was usually business oriented. This is the first time they would travel with him for a pleasurable time.
"Very well." she replied, resigned to the situation yet curious as to the reason for the change.
Selek reached out to her when she was finished preparing for bed. He drew paired fingers down her face then lifted her chin. "To spend time on Risa with thee is most pleasing."
"It pleases me as well." She turned away from him as the memory of Sarek's touch flashed through her mind and unsettled her.
"Your thoughts..." and he reached for the meld-points.
She welcomed his touch, and to refuse it would have aroused suspicion in him. Just as his warmth began to creep in, his hand dropped away. She opened her eyes to his dark ones. He had 'seen' the liberties that Sarek had taken and was enraged!
"He has no right! You are my bondmate, not his," Selek whispered angrily.
T'Aitlu reached for his hand, her lips brushed his palm. "He is lonely and wished only some company." It had been a long time since they had been together. "He went no further." Their thoughts and duties had been centered on Sarek; neither realizing how much Sarek would change. At one point all Selek would have to do is ask and time for Seclusion would be granted, now it had become a rare commodity that they had any time to themselves.
"There are other ways to satisfy the urge for company than by taking another's bond-mate." He debated challenging Sarek for his actions. Much could be lost in that challenge; his life for one thing. Sarek would then take her as his. With Sarek's position and the probability that T'Aitlu would remain here, he would have no control then, if he lived. He drew her close to him.
She molded herself against him, feeling safe within his arms but also fewarful that matters may be outside of her control. She felt his hands clench in her length of hair, matters would have to be dealt with carefully or she could lose him.
******
Sarek moved through his dimly lit room. He had been disturbed by his unusual behaviour, and how it had aroused him. It was unexpected to say the least. He had never considered using T'Aitlu in a sexual manner before. She was the only female in his House that he had not considered before this. He immediately went to his closet and withdrew his meditation robe. He must center himself if he was ever going to get any sleep tonight.
He drew his meditation robe over his shoulders, covering his nakedness, then knelt in the accepted position in front of the firepot. He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. However, when he wanted to clear his mind, he could not. He was thinking only of T'Aitlu and the feelings she invoked in him. Only Amanda had affected him in this manner before. It was much too soon for his pon farr, but he could not shake the warm feeling that had started in his belly and had centered itself in his groin.
Sarek shifted his position and the robes rubbed softly against his semi-erect penis. He groaned and, again, tried to center himself. This was not logical. T'Aitlu has been in his service for 5 years, bonded, and she was a trusted, efficient aide. He did not see her in that light at the moment but could not stop reacting to her. He tried to concentrate on the flame, but Sarek kept thinking back to the gown she wore tonight at the meeting. The gown that he had chosen for her. How the swell of her breasts caught and held his attention. How the plunging neckline had enticed him to explore further. Even her protests did nothing to dissuade him; in fact that seemed to encourage him. He remembered the kiss and how she tasted, had it been a hint of cinnamon? He wanted more... much more.
His erection was now commanding most of his attention. The cloth covering his penis was becoming an irritant. He opened his robe, parting the fabric and just enough to reveal his rock-hard member. He stared down, marveling that at his age of 128, he was still in excellent shape and his penis reacted as if he were a 50-year-old. He thought of T'Aitlu again, and a drop of pre-cum leaked out of the head and glistened in the light of the firepot.
Sarek bowed to the inevitable and grasped his cock in his hand and slowly stroked it. He could picture T'Aitlu's hand holding his member, gently stroking it and allowing her hair to wash over the jade green head. He could see in his mind's eye her luscious breasts, bobbing slightly as she pulled on his cock. His own strokes became faster and longer.
Sarek started thrusting into his hand, which was grasped firmly around the base of his rock-hard manhood. He threw his head back and held his breath in anticipation of his climax. Faster and faster, he pulled on his cock and thrust his hips. His hand was coated in his hot pre-cum. Still he pumped furiously and felt his balls contract. His climax was explosive, his ejaculate covering his belly and robes. In his thoughts he screamed a single word: Aitlu!
******
On Risa...
Logically, the reservations were the very best. Sarek had requested a suite of rooms and had been accommodated. Selek had personally inspected the females who were assigned to attend Sarek. There could be no chances taken with a man of his power and station.
Sarek floated with his eyes closed, his head resting on the pillow and his body suspended in the hot scented bath. He tried to clear his thoughts of all his concerns. He heard movement behind him; he opened his eyes, just as the attendant was entering the bath. He felt her hands along his side as she moved closer. "Your name."
"Desiree." She stated softly with a slight bow of her head. She was Orion and her skin was a shade darker than Aitlu's. Her hair was dark and long and her eyes were a golden shade. She began to wash his body, taking time to pleasure him as well. Her touch was firm and experienced.
Sarek, a slightly arched brow of amusement at the sound of her name. 'Curious," he muttered to himself as he wondered if Selek's choice of this one with THIS name had been intentional. Was this because Selek wished to please him or remind him of what he could not have? There had been no mention of the incident at the conclave but she had never been left alone with Sarek since. There was always someone with them if Selek could not be near-by.
Desiree suggested that Sarek move to the table for his massage. He complied. He wrapped the toweling around himself and crossed the warm room to lie on the table. He chose the oil and Desiree began. He removed the towel and lay down on his back, his penis starting to demand her attention.
She had been surprised at the Vulcan's condition. More often than not, when many attained Sarek's position their physical condition was not important any longer. Sarek on the other hand was most attractive and her duties to him were unlimited. Her hands massaged every accessible inch of this man's body concentrating on his manhood. It responded to her ministrations as Sarek started to writhe under her expertise.
Sarek suddenly sat up. "Get my aide. T'Aitlu." He reached for the ale that sat beside the table.
Desiree, her small hands still slick with oil, was surprised at his actions. "Ambassador Sarek, I believe she is with her bond-mate..."
"Did ask you if she was available? No, I ordered you to get her and bring her here," he stated firmly.
"Yes, Ambassador." Desiree quickly replied, knowing that she had just been reprimanded. She grabbed a small towel and hastily wipped her hands clean. She slipped on her robe tying it as she left the room. She knew where to find this woman but knowing the intrusion would not be welcomed.
******
T'Aitlu poured the scented oil into one hand then placed the bottle down. She rubbed her hands together then straddled his body. She leaned forward and began massaging his chest. She had learned a great many things over the years and this was one skill that pleasured them both. She ran her hands over his taut nipples then leaned down and bit gently. He moaned. She smiled then drew her hands down lower.
Selek lifted one leg, knocking her forward and he wrapped his arms around her then rolled her over onto her back. He kissed her ear, then her neck tasting the oil that he had already smoothed her body with. It was scented heavily with sandalwood and had amazingly little taste. He moved torturously slow down her body. Tasting and touching her.
She breathed deeply then moaned. He was most proficient and enjoyable. She wrapped one leg around his thigh to pull him down. She pressed against his erection. A whispered invitation to end this pleasant torture and her fingers wrapped in his long hair were all the invitation he required.
He pushed into her slowly and sighed. He reached into her thoughts as she did into his and his body began the familiar rhythm.
The door chime sounded but it went unnoticed.
Once the meld had been established, her hands ran down his body encouraging him.
The door chime sounded once again and this time Selek withdrew from the meld. He felt her nails dig in slightly as their passions died. He slowly withdrew from her.
"Come." He drew the sheets to cover what was necessary. He twisted to see who was coming in. He frowned; this was the female he had left with Sarek. "There is a problem?"
"I ask forgiveness. Ambassador Sarek ordered me to find T'sai T'Aitlu and bring her to him immediately." Desiree kept her eyes down. She regretted with all that she knew that she had been commanded to disturb the activity here. She had been trained to recognize the first stage of pon farr and this was not a situation that one wanted to interfer with.
Selek sat back. "He what?"
"He wishes me to find..."
"Yes. It is understood." Selek looked to his wife. He was uncertain of what to say. He knew full well what he wished to say. "She will be out in a moment."
Desiree bowed her head then backed out.
Selek reached for his robe that had been discarded by T'Aitlu earlier. He slipped it on then moved from her. He poured a large glass of brandy. He drank it down then placed the glass down hard. "You should not keep him waiting." He stated with his anger at Sarek and his desire for T'Aitlu, both barely contained.
T'Aitlu nodded then moved from the sheets. She picked up her robe, slipped it on then stood behind Selek. "I will not be long."
"You will be as long as he chooses for you to be." He was definitely losing his patience for this. "Now go."
******
T'Aitlu moved through the quiet corridors following Desiree. She was uncertain as to why Sarek wanted her. The attendant was not helpful in any way. When they arrived at the room, Desiree stepped aside.
T'Aitlu entered the room. She bowed her head and waited.
Sarek looked up and was surprised by her state. Her hair was messed, she wore a loose fitting robe and her face was flushed. When he usually saw her she was dressed to perfection without a hair out of place. "Aitlu-kam, come here."
She lifted her head, brushing her long hair back as she crossed to him. "Yes, Ambassador. How may I be of service?"
He lifted his hand to her face then ran his fingers down her throat. He felt the smoothness of the oil on her body and the scent was overwhelming. "Open it." He indicated her robe.
Stunned, T'Aitlu stood frozen. He could not be asking this of me, she thought to herself. "I do not understand..." she whispered.
Sarek reached forward and tugged on the fastener and the robe fell open. He breathed deeply as the sight and smell of her heightened his desire for her. He reached into her robe, a hand on either hip and he pulled her to him. "Of course you do." His hands began to investigate the feel of her body, every curve was being memorized. His eyes held hers. His hand reached to hers and he held it for a moment.
T'Aitlu felt her heart pounding. This seemed as if it was unreal. She felt the heat from his body as her hand was pressed against the hard roll of muscle. He wrapped her hand around it. She held her breath, disbelieving of this man's actions.
"You are the only one that can satisfy this." His lips brushed her cheek then her lips. He sighed as her hand, pressed beneath his, began to stroke him. This was just as he had envisioned it the first night, when he was alone. His body shivered as the anticipation grew. He moved the fabric of her robe from one shoulder, as he pulled her closer, then tasted her lightly oiled skin.
Unknown to them, Selek stood off in the dark corner of the room; he had entered through a concealed pathway. He could not believe the actions of this man. One he had served and honoured for most of his adult life. He had been with Sarek when he became Ambassador. He stood with him at his bonding to Amanda. He was uncertain what had driven this man to do this. One thing was for certain, Sarek's death would come sooner than later if things went any further.
Sarek slipped off the table, he lifted her chin then claimed her mouth with his and tasted her. He lifted her easily up onto the table, keeping her close to the edge. His tongue teased her taut nipple.
T'Aitlu shook her head, she did not wish to be pleasured by him. She did not want his touch or to be a part of his pleasure. She wished only to leave here before she became ill.
Sarek moaned. His member was throbbing and glistening with pre-cum. Her hand was wet and his cock was slippery. He ran his hands down her back and pulled her closer to the edge of the table. He positioned himself against her, preparing to enter her, to find the satisfaction his body demanded.
T'Aitlu held her breath, she did not wish this but she felt powerless to stop it. She shook her head as she asked him to let her leave. For all intent of purposes, she was considered Sarek's property, but rarely was a bond infringed upon without consent. She began to shield her bond-mate's reception of this; they both did not have to suffer.
Then suddenly, Sarek was gone from in front of her. She looked up to the sight of Selek attempting to strangle Sarek. She was so shocked at her mate's behaviour she could not move at first.
"She is my mate! Not yours! You have no privilege." Selek's eyes were dark.
"No!" She closed her robe as she left the table and ran to Selek's side. "Kroy'kah." She moved his hands then held them. "You do not wish this, Selek. You do not wish him dead. It is the fever..."
"Leave him." Sarek stared at Selek. "If he wishes to fight... let him!"
"I will not." T'Aitlu turned to Sarek, angry and unsure of everything for the moment. "It is the fever that guides him."
Sarek was breathing deeply, just as Selek was and for almost the same reasons. He grabbed her wrist. "Come."
She pulled her hand from his hold. "No. I will not, Sarek." She looked to her mate, the fire was still in his eyes and she knew that if he truly wished it, Sarek would die. "You paid for the attendants. Use them!"
Sarek grabbed her chin. "I have paid for your services as well."
She drew in a breath and knew her next action would either solve the issue for now or cause her death. She drew back and slapped Sarek's face, hard.
His pride was now at stake. His face stung and he felt his anger rising. Was she worth it? Did he wish her for a mate or was she merely a means to an end? "Leave me! Take him with you!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. He grabbed the nearest breakable object, a large vase, and hurled it against the wall. T'Aitlu ducked the shower of broken crockery as she guided Selek.
Sarek clenched his fists as the two left him. He had been wrong. He now realized that he was closer to the pair than he had been willing to admit. Without a bondmate he was being affected by Selek's Time. He should not have even considered touching her again. He sat down in the collection of floor pillows and closed his eyes.
******
Selek had slowly begun to realize what had happened as she closed the door to their room. "Did I hurt him?"
"No." She poured a generous amount of brandy then offered it to him. "Drink."
He waved it away. "No. I do not need it." He took the glass and placed it on the table. He reached to the fastener of her robe and opened it. "It is you that I require." He slipped it from her shoulders. It dropped in a heap on the floor behind her. "Did he hurt you?" He made a quick inspection of her.
"No." She held her breath as his hands moved up her arms then along her shoulders to cradle her face. She reached to his robe and opened it. Her hands slipped in to touch his warm body.
"Did he manage..."
"No." She stepped closer to him. "Forget him." She slipped the robe from his shoulders then brushed her lips on his warm skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers moved into his hair and she pressed herself against him. "I wish you."
Selek dropped one arm then the other allowing the robe to slip from him. That was all that separated them at the moment. He held her tightly, his growing erection pressed against her stomach. His hands caressed her arms then along her back, her derrière. His fingertips caressed her shoulder then her breast. Her skin felt like warm velvet. He teased one nipple and then the other until both became hard and sensitive.
Slowly, he moved down her body, tasting, licking and sucking her warm skin. He went down on his knees then held her steady as his mouth brushed against her warmth. He heard her whisper his name. Her fingers moved into position and she began the meld that would share this euphoria she was experiencing. His tongue touched her, sending a shiver through her body.
T'Aitlu could not remain standing much longer, she was feeling light-headed from his needs. She reached to his shoulders then urged him up. She tasted his lips which tasted of her nectar then his neck, her hand moved down his body. Her hands caressed every inch of him renewing her memory of him. Her tongue teased each nipple then continued a downward path slowly inching her way to his erection. She kissed the soft tip, smiling at the moan that it caused. Her tongue traced patterns along its length. She felt his body shiver. Her mouth took in the length of him then drew her mouth slowly up the throbbing shaft. His hands held her head to prevent her from pulling away.
"What do you wish, My Husband?" she whispered against the hardness.
"Again." He managed with a moan.
Her mouth took him in and her tongue swirled around him as she moved up the length. He pushed his hips towards her and she repeated her actions, slowly. His hands clenched in her hair. She prepared herself to swallow his seed.
Selek moaned then cried out at his release. He felt her arms circle him keeping him upright as she continued milking him with her mouth. When she finally released him he almost fell but she guided him to the bed in time to collapse on the softer surface.
Selek did not require much time to rest before his body began to burn once again for her. He kissed her, brushed back her long hair from her body. He repeated the path he made down her body tasting and arousing her. She drew in a deep breath as he began to suck on her, gently at first. The plak tow had been fueled by Sarek's challenge and now he craved only her. He was not as gentle now as she felt his burning increase. Her body shivered with the first of many orgasms, her fingers curling tightly in his hair.
Selek slowly covered her body with his. He ached for this to end. He also knew that it would not end with this release or even the next. There would be at least three days of this activity. Time had not diminished their passion for each other, instead it had made it more familiar and satisfying.
She spread her legs inviting him into her to end this bit of torture. She wrapped her arms around him as his hard member entered her. She lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him in deeper. Her fingers dug into his flesh as she reached for the release. She felt him push deeper then felt the warm fluid pump into her.
He rested his head against her shoulder satisfied for the moment.
******
Sarek had tried to spend the morning meditating. He wished to discover the reason for this sudden interest in Aitlu. He had begun to drift into his second level when images of Selek's and T'Aitlu's activities drifted into his consciousness.
He felt himself grow hard again, he stood annoyed that his attempts to rid himself of this need would only bring him images of the two. Selek claiming her as his, as was his right, and T'Aitlu burning with the passion she shared with her bondmate. As it should be. But it did not stop his wanting of her.
He walked across the room to the balcony. He looked at the lush scenery that surrounded this building. He heard the occasional laughter, as the sound would drift from the other rooms. He had been under the impression at one point that this would be the logical place to find someone to serve his needs. One that was not paid by him and that was desirous of him in the same fashion. He shocked himself with the realization that he wished a mate again, yet he felt that it was too soon.
Desiree entered the room with his meal. "Ambassador." She placed the tray on the low table then waited in the collection of pillows for him.
Sarek turned to face her. She had done everything asked of her. She wore only the meditation robe and had fastened her hair back, as T'Aitlu always did. His need of this diversion was evident to himself and would be to her when he stretched out. She had been more than successful in calming his anger and his desires yesterday.
He had considered obtaining her for his own use, to purchase her and give her a place in his household. His only hesitation was in what to do with her when he bonded again. A bondservant perhaps? Or would she serve his mate? He sighed. He would deal with the matter when the need arose. With Desiree the need to find a mate became less urgent, perhaps delaying it for a time and she would serve his particular passion for the moment.
Sarek crossed the room to the pillows slightly more eager than he had been only a moment ago. He reached for her hand then kissed her palm. "Would you care to live on Vulcan?"
Desiree bowed her head. This would be an ideal situation, pleasing was, by reputation, her species' greatest gift. The variety that was offered here on Risa was fleeting. At times, she desired more than this. "If it would mean serving you, Ambassador Sarek, it would be considered an honour." She broke off a small piece of the sweetened bread and offered it to him.
Sarek finished the bite as he considered the arrangement. "I will see to it after this meal."
Desiree bowed her head. "You may if you are more comfortable, translate my name into Vulcan." She had been accustomed to being called many names by many individuals. Sometimes her own name and sometimes a name that was special to the one she was assigned to.
Sarek considered it for a moment. "There would be too much confusion." He accepted the mouthful of sweet dried fruit she popped into his mouth.
"Confusion?" She moved closer to him, slowly opening his robe and her hands began to massage his body.
Sarek reached to hold her chin then pulled her closer to taste her lips. "The translation would be 'aitlu'."
Desiree had been surprised. She knew that Selek had been very careful in his choices, and that she had been selected because she had met the majority of his requirements. Had Selek been aware of this 'attraction' to his bond-mate and wished to satisfy it or to confuse the distinction. To offer her to Sarek in place of T'Aitlu. "Then chose another for me. I will learn all that I must to honour this position." She had slowly worked her way down his body and was now concentrating on his sex.
Sarek pushed aside his need for food as he closed his eyes and concentrated on her activities. Her hands were gentle and her mouth quite skilled. She had not disappointed him in the least and she seemed to control even his level of arousal. She straddled him then slowly impaled herself. She had refused to be entered before and he took it as a sign of her acceptance of her new station. Before he lost himself in his release, he considered having a discussion with Selek concerning his motives.
******
A four-day stay on Risa had satisfied all concerned. Sarek had arranged for the transfer of ownership of Desiree and in record time. He had also paid out an unheard of price for her as well.
Selek was busy with the final arrangements required for their departure the following day. He closed the terminal then stood and moved out onto the balcony. His recovery from his pon farr had begun and it would take a few days longer before T'Aitlu would be aware of whether or not she had conceived. No one had been able to determine why they had not been able to conceive a child before this. Neither of them had been pre-occupied by the matter nor did either of them feel that a family had been necessary. The matter had been left up to fate.
He heard the door open and turned expecting T'Aitlu but instead it was Sarek. It was the first time they had been face to face since the incident in Sarek's room.
Selek bowed his head. "Ambassador."
Sarek assessed the man for a moment. "You appear well."
Selek nodded. "As do you, S'haile."
Sarek joined him out on the balcony. "There is a matter that must be discussed if only to clarify motives."
Selek nodded once. He was not certain what he was referring to but Sarek did not appear dissatisfied. "The travel arrangements need only to be confirmed then all preparations for returning home are complete."
"You were informed of the additional passenger?" Sarek had Desiree inform one of his aides as to the change. All had to learn to work with one another sooner or later.
"Yes, S'haile. She informed me earlier today." Selek had not been surprised to learn of the change. It had relieved some of his apprehensions about traveling with Sarek again. "S'haile, it appears that I require from you some forgiveness at my choice in the female."
Sarek raised an eyebrow. How would he have known that this was the very matter he had come about. "Explain?"
"I believe that in part my choices were influenced by my approaching Time."
Sarek considered the notion. "A possibility I will accept." He had Selek and T'Aitlu in his service for a long time and there had been no reason to doubt them so far. "I had wondered if your motivations were not entirely loyal."
Selek bowed his head. Now was not the time to orchestrate a separation from this man. "I come to serve, Sarek, as always."
"There are times when words mean very little and hide a great deal more."
Selek straightened his back slightly. "I do not understand."
"Selek, what was the motivation in choosing this place and the attendants?"
"My motivation was to please you." Selek did not wish to damage any of the trust that had been earned. He had even enjoyed a power among his peers in being with Sarek. He had served Sarek for most of his life and there were many benefits to the association. "I explained that my judgment may have been clouded but it was not disloyal." He found he did not enjoy his honour being questioned.
The discussion was halted with a knock on the door. Selek crossed the room and accepted the handwritten note. The messenger left and Selek passed the scanner over the paper. He was checking for imbedded threats to Sarek's life. Poisons that could be absorbed or fine filaments that could cut and possibly further drug or kill Sarek. Not one thing was passed to Sarek without some form of scan or personal inspection and this service had only affected Selek once. He had become quite ill from a drug that had been meant for Sarek.
Sarek read the note. "Ambassador K'Quara wishes to meet with me to discuss an upcoming vote at the Imperial Conclave." He looked to the time. "He has not allowed a great deal of time."
"I will inform T'Aitlu then accompany you." Selek stated.
"No need, Selek." Sarek had known this official for a great deal of time. "I was not aware that he had arrived here."
Selek had a sense that Sarek could be in danger. He moved to the terminal and brought up the list of guests. "He is registered. You should not go alone."
"I have the capabilities to defend myself, Selek." He headed towards the door. "We will finish this discussion later."
"As you wish." Selek waited until Sarek had left then contacted T'Aitlu and informed her that he would follow Sarek.
*******
Sarek walked through the corridors to the place indicated on the note. It was a small meeting area, others were present and K'Quara waited with drinks for him at a table in the corner. A fairly safe setting with only each other to be concerned about.
K'Quara stood. He was heavily built and was dressed in the heavy robes that Risa spas provided. In a deep bass, his voice rumbled as he kept his tone low for privacy's sake. "Sarek, I am pleased that you could take the time."
Sarek bowed his head then they sat down. "I was unoccupied for a time."
"You, unoccupied here?" He grinned at the Vulcan. His reputation of his enjoyment of the physical pleasures, were well known in the circles he traveled in. "I find that hard to believe, Sarek."
"I was with my aide arranging travel plans to return to Vulcan." He glanced down to the ring on his hand, the tiny scanner that was imbedded in the large stone was programmed to detect innocuous substances in his food. He sipped on the dark ale that had been purchased for him. "You wish to speak about the meeting?"
"We are considering becoming members of the Imperial forces. I wish to know your opinion." He leaned forward slightly, his eyes scanned the room and then settled on Sarek.
"You were asked?"
"Ask is not the word I would have used." The Klingon grumbled into his beverage.
Sarek contemplated the issue. "There are benefits, K'Quara."
His hand clenched his now empty glass, and his voice ws tight as he countered, "And at what cost?"
The Vulcan did not comment on that almost treacherous statment. It was a sentiment that he himself was not unfamiliar with.
The heavy Klingon Ambassador slapped his glass onto the table and then continued, "The worth of the cost is something that I must determine for my world."
"Vulcan has never been dissatisfied with the functioning of the Imperial Force. It has been profitable but there has been a price to pay." Sarek drained the glass then pushed it out of the way.
"Then you feel the price is just?"
Sarek met the man's eyes. "It has been for most of the worlds that have joined." He looked around the room, he was not followed nor was anyone watching them. "I believe it will be for your world as well."
K'Quara nodded. "Then it is settled." He stood. "I appreciate your honesty, Sarek." He knew it was not the custom of the Vulcans to touch, so he bowed his head.
Sarek stood. "I come to serve, K'Quara." Sarek bowed his head and then he left taking a different route back to his room.
Sarek walked at a fair pace towards his destination and then he was stopped. A tall figure stepped in front of him brandishing a long blade.
Sarek did not hesitate and managed to his surprise to knock the blade from the imposing figure. It was too late, however, as he felt another cool blade enter his chest.
The assailant watched as his victim fell in a heap on the floor. He turned and vanished as quickly as he had appeared.
Sarek moaned. His world was growing dark and his last conscience thought was wishing he had allowed Selek to accompany him. He sighed and gave in to the darkness.
Selek turned the corner wondering where Sarek was heading. If he was returning to his rooms he was definitely taking the long way around. He heard a noise up ahead and quickened his pace. He drew in a breath and held it as he recognized who was on the floor. He called through the bond to T'Aitlu to bring help. [I will guide you.]
He moved to Sarek's side and began to examine the injury. He lay his fingers against Sarek's face and reached into his thoughts to see if Sarek was alive at all. He felt the slow shallow breathing. "Sarek." He reached into his thoughts informing him that help was on the way.
"Hopefully in time," he muttered. [Hurry, T'Aitlu.]
******
Selek sat in the chair pulled close to Sarek's bed. He had not left his side since he found him and he suspected that T'Aitlu and Desiree would have remained had he not sent them to see to the changes needed with their travel plans. He found himself reacting far too urgently to the sigh that came from Sarek.
"Sarek?" He reached for the scanner allowing it to cycle only once. He felt his entire body relax, as the Vulcan opened his eyes slowly. "Sarek."
Sarek blinked a few times then began to recall the last of his conscious memories. "Attacked."
"Yes, Sarek."
He tried a deeper breath very slowly and carefully. He did remember having a great deal of difficulty doing this before. "Identity?"
"Unknown. I was hoping that you had seen or knew who it was." Selek stepped away from the bed slightly. His anxiety concerning his liege lord's life had left him.
Sarek nodded. "I saw him."
Selek's hand rested on Sarek's shoulder. "Rest, S'haile. There is time later." He watched as Sarek's eyes closed slowly. Selek reached to the contact points and gently reached into Sarek's thoughts to determine if he was capable of a healing trance. He was relieved further when he found that Sarek had initiated it on his own. He pulled his hand away and returned to the chair and the light breakfast that had been brought to him over an hour ago.
Desiree entered to find Selek eating. She carried with her a tray with a pot of hot tea and cups. "T'sai T'Aitlu said you wished the hot tea." She spoke softly so she would not disturb Sarek. She placed the tray down on the larger table then poured the tea for Selek as she continued. "I have made inquiries as to the activities at the time of the attack."
"Anything? Sarek did see him but I do not believe he knows who it was." Selek drank the hot tea down. It tasted exceptionally good.
"I have asked the ones that have knowledge of any questionable activities to wait in the outer room. They have been there for some time. I did not want them to come to any harm if the inquiries were known."
Selek raised an eyebrow, he had not been wrong in his estimation of her intelligence, but he was surprised she acted on her own. "Find T'Aitlu, she will remain with Sarek and you will accompany me when I speak with them." He looked towards Sarek. "He must not be left alone for a moment until he has recovered.
******
Sarek had awakened on his own. His healing trance was not deep enough to warrant a forced awakening. He watched her she moved around the room. He knew she was working on collecting the information that would be required for the next meeting that was in four days.
He cleared his throat then sat up slowly. T'Aitlu was immediately at his side insuring that he was cared for.
"Is there discomfort?" She poured the water then offered it to him.
"No." Sarek drank some of the water then returned the glass to her. "Selek is occupied?"
"He is speaking with those that had clues as to your attacker. Desiree went with him."
"Then we are alone."
"Yes." She was hesitant.
Sarek held her hand then squeezed her hand. "It was not my intention to harm you."
"You would not have harmed me, S'haile. It would have compromised my bonding and that I did not desire." She slipped her hand from his and placed the glass down then began adjusting the covers of his bed. "If you are well, I have other duties to see to. The Healer will be in shortly and then it will be determined when you will be permitted to travel." She smoothed the last of the covers into place. "Do you require anything else?"
"No." He looked towards the door as it opened.
"S'haile." Selek walked in pleased that Sarek was awake and appeared well. "The only thing that has been determined is that it was a Vulcan that was seen leaving."
******
T'Aitlu pulled her dark, heavy cloak tighter. The night air was damp and she had already been waiting for twelve point seven minutes longer than she had anticipated. She heard a noise behind her and turned. "You are late."
"I had a slight bit of difficulty, someone is celebrating and was being more than jovial and insisted that I join the party." He laughed then leaned forward to whisper to the female. "After one or two beers I managed to slip out unnoticed." He sighed as he caught her disapproving stare. He dropped back his hood, his voice was now quiet. "You have information?"
"Yes. He survived." She stated in disgust.
"Blame that on your bond-mate not me." He reached over and pushed back her hood. He lifted her chin. "You still owe me the agreed upon amount."
"I am aware." She withdrew a small metal casing that was the perfect size to fit in her hand. It was a perfect means to transfer funds. "Here. Totally untraceable and for the agreed upon amount."
"My father will not miss it, I am sure." He slipped the credit chit into his pocket. "And for you. What do you wish to do now?"
"I will give you enough travel allowance back to Vulcan. He will be there for two weeks. Try again but something that is more viable."
"A poisoned blade, perhaps?"
She lifted an eyebrow in appreciation of his quick thinking and skill. "Acceptable."
"As you wish T'sai T'Aitlu." He bowed his head. "How is your bond-mate? Blissfully unaware of your deception, I trust?"
"It is not for you to question one way or the other." She had moved her chin from his hold. "I must return before my absence is questioned."
He watched as she lifted her hood back into place. "What if it means his death as well?"
She glared at him. "You do not harm him. Is that clear?" Her voice became hard and lowered in its tone. "If you harm him in the least... I will be the one that comes for you." She stepped closer to him and before he knew it there was the coldness of a blade touching his stomach and making a gentle slow trail down. "Your death will be slow and painful." Her intent was quite clear. "Is that understood, Sybok?"
"It is, T'sai. Very clear." He drew in a breath and despite the danger that he was facing had found his body's growing desire for her. This was the prize that he had hoped for in addition to the wealth that would be his. Perhaps she even had a price. Now, the only problem to solve was how to dispose of Selek without arousing her disapproval.
T'Aitlu stepped back from him then replaced her dagger in its sheathing. "I do not wish to order your death. With you gone, the fortune reverts to Spock. He will not share it as you have promised to do. He is willing to wait. I am not."
Sybok bowed his head then met her eyes and smiled. "There are many things that are worth waiting for. Money is not one of them." He considered how warm she had felt pressed against him when they first spoke of this. Nothing more than that had happened but the memory had remained with him and fed his eagerness to complete this mission at almost any price.
T'Aitlu bowed her head then headed back into the building. She would have to watch Sybok. He was planning outside of the original agreement and she also understood his passions. She had a few of her own passions to deal with and they all included Selek.
******
On Vulcan....
The voyage home had been uneventful. Sarek and Desiree were rarely seen and when they were, it was for meals. Once home, introductions were made to the house staff and daily events fell back into the normal routine.
Selek had however noticed a subtle change in his bondmate's mood since returning from Risa. Had it been because simply caused by the chain of events? He had found her at times distant and almost pre-occupied. Other times, it had seemed as if nothing had changed.
There had even been a mysterious package that had arrived for her a few days after their return. A small box that was sealed and she had not even opened it, merely placed it in her bureau drawer. When it arrived, it had seemed as if it was unexpected, yet she seemed to give him the impression that she knew what it contained. At least that is how it appeared when he saw her place it in her drawer, unopened.
Selek stepped back from the doorway, not wanting to be seen by her. He considered all of the activities that had been going on and they all seemed to be connected yet he could not find a logical common thread. Or was he just too aware of all that was going on around them since the attack?
Sarek had become occupied with Desiree's presence, he was becoming content with her attentions. He spent a great deal of time with her and educating her. He had even begun to return to his normal routines, and oddly enough, Aitlu seemed to be insisting on it.
Selek had begun to note as well that at every opportunity, his bond-mate had suggested that Desiree begin to take some of his own jobs tending to some of Sarek's needs. The more personal assignments, mostly having to do with the running of the household. T'Aitlu seemed more than ready to assist Desiree whenever she was needed. Desiree seemed to be thriving in this new environment, almost as if she were destined for this position.
******
The preparations had begun for the yearly festivities. The first day of the change of the season and Sarek was using it as a starting point for his 'new' beginnings. The decision had been made and he would introduce Desiree as his betrothed. Sarek was well and showed no side effects to the attack a few weeks ago. The activity level was high and there were extra servants hired for the event. Desiree was handling her new duties easily.
Desiree sat down in the kitchen at the table and studied the PADD in front of her. She began to eliminate the jobs that had been seen to and the list was at least dwindling steadily. She had a few more things to see to and she would be done for the day. She had planned to spend the evening on her own preparing herself for the festivities the next day.
They were going out this evening for evening meal and then returning home to see to the final preparations. Selek and T'Aitlu were to accompany them. They were to eat at Sarek's favourite restaurant, one he had discovered while bonded to Amanda.
The evening meal, of various Italian foods, was being consumed. The after dinner dessert and drinks were being enjoyed and final details for the next day were still the topic of conversation.
"I trust everything has been seen to, Desiree?" Sarek re-filled her glass with the sweet wine she favoured.
"Yes, S'haile." She sipped the wine then licked it from her lips. "T'Aitlu has seen to a great many of the details. She is, as you have said, indispensable."
Sarek bowed his head slightly towards T'Aitlu. "My house is honoured by your service."
"I do nothing less than what is asked of me, S'haile." She drank down the last of her wine. She leaned slightly towards Selek and quietly asked if they could leave and perhaps walk home. "Time alone," she added in even a softer tone.
Selek considered it for a moment then nodded. He moved his unfinished drink aside then looked to Sarek. "If it is permitted, Sarek, T'Aitlu and I will return by foot to the house." He stood not expecting a refusal. "It has been a long time since we have walked under the stars." Selek tilted his head slightly at Sarek's questioning eyebrow.
"Of course." Sarek drained his glass. "It is time that we return as well." He waited a moment before standing then offered his hand to Desiree. "Attend me."
Desiree had stood a second behind Sarek and her hand was on its way into his as he spoke. She bowed her head to the other couple as they left. She walked with Sarek out to the aircar.
They stood at the aircar for a moment, the usual sounds seemed quieter, and something did not feel right. Sarek heard a noise, turned then pulling Desiree in close to him, sensing she needed protection.
"Not again..." he whispered as the cold blade slipped into his back. A momentary clear thought crossed his mind as he realized that the blade had missed his heart. Most fortunate. "Call Selek," he whispered to her as he felt the darkness take him.
Desiree took in a breath and called for Selek a beat before Sarek asked her to. She tried to move Sarek to the ground and keep track of the attacker. She had seen his face before! Her immediate attention was focused on Sarek as she heard the running footsteps passing beside her. She glanced up. It was Selek.
Part 2
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