Menage a Trois
(Home – Part IV)

"Is there a reason why your own people shoot at you?" Shran asked.

"I am gratified for your assistance and I am quite willing to provide any explanation I have. Perhaps if you could spare a glass of Andorian Ale in the evening," she said boldly. "As my human crew mates say, after the last few hours, I could use 'a stiff drink'."

"Why wait for the evening?" Shran said with an appreciative laugh. Maybe it was due to her time among humans or her personality. He really started to respect this Vulcan more and more, every time they met.

"I would first like to request some help from your medical department. My companion was injured during the attack."

Shran gave a signal and the door to the transporter room opened. He had to fight laughing out loud when he saw the Vulcan freeze again. The Denobulan doctor from the human ship walked into the room and started caring for her injured companion after greeting her quite enthusiastically.

"I will explain," Shran said. "Follow me, Commander."

=/\=

Trip woke up with his head on Hoshi's desk. Reading repair lists and damage reports while Hoshi took a mid-day nap had soon tired him and he had dozed off. She was however no longer taking a nap, because his uniform was zipped open and she was kneeling under the desk with his rock-hard member in her mouth.

"Hi vere fwieetie," she mumbled and continued swallowing as much of his meat as she could fit.

He put his hands behind his back and closed his eyes, savoring the unbelievably feeling of her soft lips sliding up and down on his shaft. Her tongue work was a piece of art. It felt as if his whole body was vibrating, when she started to hum contently.

"God, Hoshi you're good at this," he groaned as his mind began to blur.

She responded by releasing him from her throat and started to lick along the full length of his tool's underside, agonizingly slowly. He whimpered in pleasure.

"Just tell me when you're close, love. I need all the calories I can get."

Trip laughed softly. "If you're keeping that up, I'll be close very soon, darlin'."

"That's the plan, sweetie," she cooed and swallowed his meat again.

He indeed did not last long. A mere 5 minutes later his body started to shiver and with groaned 'My god, Hoshi!' he discharged his payload into her throat.

=/\=

Shran raised an appreciative eyebrow when the Vulcan downed the first glass in one go.

"I was not aware that Andorians have developed transporter technology," she noted.

"We haven't," he answered, surprised that she didn't even make a face. "Mine is the only ship that has one. Courtesy of our pink-skin friends as a gesture of gratitude for my part in stopping the Xindi weapon."

"I suppose this is why you were still in the area?" she asked and he refilled her glass.

"We stayed for two days. You never know with Archer. He always finds ways to get himself into trouble," he quipped, raising his glass. When he had downed his second ale, her glass was empty again, too. Drinking like a true warrior, he thought.

"You probably expect an explanation for the situation you found us in?" she stated dryly. He nodded.

"Another ale might help refresh my memory," she said and held out her glass.

Shran laughed out loud and refilled the glass. "You have obviously been researching Andorian drinking customs."

"I was fleeing the planet," she explained deadpan after downing another glass. He could see that the beverage started affecting her. "The High Command has tried to get hold of me for quite some time. I helped exposing the listening post at P'Jem and I embarrassed them when I came back from the Expanse, proving that they could have helped Earth had they tried. They... they don't like me."

Shran grinned. With a bit of ale, Vulcans even had a sense of humor. He gave her and himself another refill.

"May I ask... how it was that you came to our aid?" she asked and he could hear that her speech became increasingly slurred, yet she chugged down the next glass like a true warrior. After four glasses, some Andorians would have been on the ground already.

"Since your only warp 5 ship is in space dock. Starfleet contacted us. That's three times now they owe me. If I may ask: If you knew that your High Command was after you, why did you travel to Vulcan at all?"

He refilled both glasses again and they downed them. It wasn't hard to notice that she was quite inebriated by now.

"Wanted Trip to meet my mother," she prattled, switching to Andorian, slurred, but undoubtedly fairly fluent Andorian. It reminded him that he was dealing with a former operative.

"He is not with you," he stated the obvious.

"He... declined to come, … because I'm a fool," she said.

Shran looked at her expectantly. Her hand shot out with the glass in it. "Fffffor the memory," she prattled. He refilled, only her glass this time.

"I fell... fell for him and a female," she struggled after downing another glass and Shran started to wonder how much ale this slender Vulcan could take. They were deep into their second bottle. "She knows, but him... I never told. I'm afffraid he doesn't want me anymore."

Shran was about to answer when her eyes rolled back and she passed out. He could catch her shoulders in time to avoid her head slamming onto the table. He hoisted her up and carried her to a divan in the far corner of his ready room. He put her down and covered her with a blanket.

"You drank like a true warrior, Vulcan. I salute you."

He walked unsteadily out of his room onto the bridge.

"This room is off-limits for everybody," he growled. "If I learn that anyone has opened this door, there will... be... bloodshed!"

=/\=

"Time to return the favor," Trip said carrying Hoshi to the bunk.

"Wait," she said and he stopped looking down at her.

"I have a dare for you," she said in a hushed voice. "I want you to throw me over your shoulder, carry me to engineering and go down on me on top of the warp reactor."

"You're crazy, Hoshi!" he exclaimed. "What if the captain comes back again, or worse, someone from the repair crews?"

"How does a private strip show sound?" she cooed suggestively and pulled herself up to whisper in his ear. "If you are a good boy there might be some extra service in it for you."

She squealed and giggled in excitement, when he wordlessly tossed her naked body around his neck into a fireman's lift and carried her out the door.

=/\=

No, no, no, no! This just didn't happen, did it!? Having returned from his short two-day mountain climbing trip with Erika, he was about to dump his climbing equipment back in his quarters – if he could find the place. That did seem like quite a challenge right now, because something had to be seriously wrong with his vision.

There definitely must be something wrong with his vision, else it would mean that he had just been overtaken by his chief engineer, carrying his communications officer as stole around his neck. And both of them had apparently no full understanding for the concept of wearing clothes.

Well, they were off-duty, technically, but...

=/\=

T'Pol woke up with a crippling head ache. Looking around she found herself in Commander Shran's ready room. Two empty bottles and two glasses bore testimony to last nights bacchanal. Why was trying to honor Andorian customs so painful – and so debilitating. Her mind was absolutely blank as to what had transpired the evening before. A look under the blanket reassured her that she had at least not engaged in any foolish sexual relations. She could not even sort out her desire for the two partners she already had mated with. Adding a third one was not necessarily conductive to finding peace.

The door opened and Commander Shran and doctor Phlox entered.

"I suppose you are not feeling too well?" Phlox asked with his usual exuberance.

"A most adept description," she groaned and the doctor injected a hypospray. "What are you doing on this ship, doctor?"

"Commander Shran picked me up on Earth. The Andorians have few physicians who are familiar with Vulcan physiology and your mother's message made it quite clear that your exit from Vulcan would not be without complications."

"My mother's message? The one advising me not to travel to Vulcan?" she asked, still holding her head even though the pain started to subside.

"Yes, unfortunately it only arrived two hours after you had left and Starfleet could not know if they could trust the captain of the vessel that trasported you to Vulcan."

"I am grateful for your help, doctor," she said. "Would you please leave me and Commander Shran alone for a while?"

"Of course," he said before leaving. "You know where to find me."

"Commander, have I done... anything foolish last night?" she asked once Phlox was out of the room.

"Drinking like a true warrior is not foolish," he proclaimed. "You honored our customs. But you may have divulged more details about your life than Vulcans normally do."

She stared at him hin shock.

"Rest assured, Commander. None of this will ever leave this room. You have my word as an officer of the Imperial Guard."

"What did I … divulge?"

"You told me of your desire for two mates."

She closed her eyes and applied some breathing techniques to get the shock over her own behavior under control.

"If you want to take the advice from someone, who's race needs four mates for a successful marriage," he said. "Be like the brave warrior you are. Confront them with your wishes."

"It might not be so easy."

"Commander," Shran said and sat down in a chair. "An Andorian quad usually consists of two pairs, who have a deep affection for one mate. That affection is strong enough to motivate them to share their partners with the other two mates. Quads in which three or even all four mates love each other are exceedingly rare. Tell your Commander Tucker and the other female about your desires. If their affection for you is strong enough, they might share your attention and there might even be a chance that both desire each other as well. The worst that can happen is that your relationship does not work. But at the moment it does not exist at all and all you have is emotional pain, which must be even harder for you Vulcans than it is for us."

"I am grateful for your advice, Commander," she said meekly.

=/\=

two days later

"Wow, this is amazing," Trip said as they walked into Hoshi's house on Okinawa. It was a traditional Japanese design with a garden that was obviously well kept in her absence.

"At least we don't have to worry about running into the Captain here," she giggled, peeling off her clothes – predictably. "Would you mind being a good engineer and get the heating and the pump running for the onsen?"

"The what?" he asked.

"The bath? Just outside the back door?" she asked, rolling her eyes with a grin.

=/\=

T'Pol stepped out of the Andorian shuttle at the landing coordinates that Starfleet had forwarded to them. She had agreed to be debriefed on what had transpired on Vulcan, but the Starfleet authorities had granted her a nights sleep beforehand.

"Convey my gratitude and best regards to Commander Shran," she told the pilot in Andorian. In reference to her culture the pilot answered with a silent nod and closed the hatch.

Judging by the sounds she heard when she entered the dwelling, her beloved was most content as Hoshi's giggles could be heard quite clearly. When she walked out into the backyard, she froze. She saw Trip and Hoshi unclothed in a hot bath. He was stimulating her mammary glands with his tongue. Hoshi still looked still grossly malnourished, but slightly healthier than before her departure. Trip's physique looked even more aesthetically pleasing than she remembered him.

He stopped stimulating Hoshi and turned to look at her.

"Surprise," she heard him say. "Guess what, all three of us had the same 'problem'."

She could feel her body starting to shiver, when she realized that Shran's most optimistic prediction turned out to be true.

"Forgive me, beloved," she said meekly. "I should have told you the truth earlier."

"She's role-playing," Hoshi whispered in his ear. "She's got a submissive streak. Boss her around."

He look at her incredulously. She nodded and squeezed his member under water.

"Forgiven," Trip announced 'benevolently'. "Now show me them tits, darlin'"

T'Pol removed her boots and socks, before slowly unzipping her suit and letting it fall down to her ankles. She stepped aside, discarding the garment. With a swift motion she removed her grey top and her full breasts bounced into freedom.

"Is this view satisfactory, beloved?" she asked obediently. A wet patch appeared at the front of her bottom piece.

"Nice, really nice," Trip commented. "Now let's get rid of that wet piece o' clothing. Wouldn't want you to catch a cold, would we."

She pushed down her bottom piece, baring herself for him. Her whole body was shivering in excitement.

"Now come in here and let me kiss you senseless, darlin'."

She rushed into the water and clung to his body.

"I love you too, darlin'," he whispered and kissed her hotly.

A tear of emotion ran down Hoshi's face.

They were finally together.