Pairing: Simon/Jayne Rating: NC17 Disclaimer: I dont own them. I doubt they were gone long enough to even be missed. Im not making any money from this. No copyright infringement intended. You know the drill. Notes: As there have been only 2 aired episodes of Firefly at the time of this writing, the characterizations herein may or may not ultimately fit what develops on the show as time goes on. Bear this in mind as you read. LOL These events follow the episode Bushwhacked. Thanks to Rick, for the beta. Warnings: bondage play, non-consensual (coercion) Summary: Simon exacts some pleasant revenge on Jayne.
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Jayne rolled his head with a wince, slowly blinking his eyes open. It was obviously the bright lights over the medcot in the infirmary that were burning into his eyelids, but he had no recollection of making his way to the medical area, or why he wouldve needed to seek out treatment. He groaned roughly, shifting to rub at his aching forehead, only to find his arm completely immobile. What the fuck-... Straining to raise his head, he blinked several times to clear his vision and stare at the padded leather straps buckled across his arms and legs, securing him firmly to the medcot at his wrists, elbows, ankles and thighs. He jerked against the restraints with a growl. The last thing he remembered was wandering into the ships galley for a drink and the Doc saying hed just made a fresh pot of coffee. He remembered cracking some joke and shoving the pantywaist aside. He scowled, concentrating on the memory. The scrawny little shit didnt even get pissed, just sat back with a stupid little smile. Hed poured himself a cup and chugged it down fast enough to burn his tongue, though he wouldnt give the Doc the satisfaction of showing how much it hurt. Thats when everything started to get a little blurry though. He remembered steadying himself on the table as the room started to spin, and that was it. Next thing was waking up here. Son of a bitch! He renewed his struggle, thrashing wildly without success. Where are you, you little bastard? he thundered. When I get my hands on you, youre gonna wish you were dead! Really? Simon drawled as he stepped out from the corner into the mercenarys line of sight. That threats a little empty at this point, dont you think? Wont be so empty when Ive got my fists wrapped around your fuckin throat, Jayne growled, still struggling against the straps. Now, now, Simon tsked, shaking a finger under the mercenarys nose, I wouldve thought a man such as yourself would appreciate the well thought out effort behind my little revenge. Revenge? What the fuck for? Surely you cant have forgotten already? What? The suit? That was just a joke! Simon crossed his arms over his chest, smiling down at the man bound to the medcot. Yes, well paybacks a bitch, isnt it? Jayne scowled, relaxing into the bonds, realising struggling was getting him nowhere, only playing into whatever game the little bastard had planned. Fine. Funs over, little man. Were even all right? So let me loose. Now. Oh, but Jayne, theres so much more. More? The mercenary kept a bored tone in his voice, only his deep swallow reflecting the uneasiness behind his calm facade. Simon turned away from Jayne to toy with some instruments on the counter, out of the bound mans line of sight. Ive seen you watching the Captains ass, he commented idly. And I know youve been watching mine too. Dont know what youre talking about, little man, Jayne snorted. Wishful thinking on your part. He began struggling again in earnest, behind the Doctors back. What use could I have for a pantywaist like you? Its rather interesting you should bring that up. Simon turned to face Jayne again, a predatory grin darkening his features. Ive met men like you before, you know. He slid his hand across Jaynes thigh, just above the leather strap binding him to the medcot, rubbing his fingers against the bigger mans sensitive inner thigh. Jayne froze. If you wanna keep those lily-white fingers of yours, youll get them off me. Now! Simon ignored the outburst, instead nudging his fingers deeper, sliding them slowly, closer and closer to the growing bulge at the junction of the mercenarys thighs. Big tough men. Men who use bullying and bravado to hide what they really want. Goddamn it, you little bastard! Let. Me. GO!! Jayne thundered, squirming in his attempt to get away from the stirring caresses before his body betrayed the truth of the Doctors words any further. You want this, Jayne. We both know it. Simon pushed up the shirt hiding his view of the mercenarys broad chest. Very nice, he grinned, bunching the shirt under Jaynes neck, leaving the wide expanse of his pectorals and belly exposed to Simons ministrations. Sensitive? he asked softly as he pinched one of the small nipples between his thumb and forefinger, tugging slightly. Jayne bit his lip against the gasp of pleasure the Doctors rough gesture aroused, determined not to give the man the satisfaction. Simon chuckled. Not ready to admit it? Fuck you! But, thats not what you really want, Simon grinned, sliding one hand lower and lower, following the thin trail of hair toward Jaynes waistband. This is what you like, isnt it? Jesus, the big man groaned, shaking his head wildly side to side. Oh yes, you love it. Long fingers worked at the fastenings of Jaynes pants, repeatedly rubbing against the erection hidden there, straining for its freedom. Submitting to the control of another man, especially one like me. Simon curled his fingers around the big cock, pulling it free. When was the last time you were this hot this quickly, Jayne? he whispered into the mercenarys ear. When was the last time you gave in? Never, was the gritted response. Never gave in, or never willing to admit it? Simon chuckled. Doesnt matter really. He stepped away from the bound man to reach for the hypo laying, already prepared, on the counter. Pressing it against Jaynes neck, he injected its contents directly into the bound mans jugular. What the-... You will, Jayne. Youre gonna beg me before Im done. Jayne barked a sharp laugh. After you had to drug me to make me want it? Whatll that prove except how desperate you are? Not exactly, big man. That sweet little drug I just injected you with doesnt cause desire, or even lower inhibitions. Sorry. He curled his fingers around Jaynes heated erection, drawing out a deep groan. This is all you, your wants, your needs. Jayne fought to hold still, to keep from thrusting into the Doctors knowing touch. Then what the hell was it, ya bastard? Useful little drug... it delays orgasm. Youll still want it, of course. Youll ache for it. Jayne shifted as much as he was able, the ache in his groin intensifying with each word the Doctor murmured. Feeling it already? Simon chuckled. You need to come, dont you? He worked his hand deeper into Jaynes pants, toying with the heavy balls still hidden there. Theyre so full, arent they? Ready to burst? A strangled moan was all that escaped Jaynes throat in answer. Little son of a bitch was right. Knew just how to play him like a fucking violin. He could feel the fire in his blood growing, his body already aching for release. He squeezed his eyes shut only to shoot them open with a startled yelp as he felt the first clamp snap closed over his left nipple. Bound, unable to move, he could only watch as Simon slowly reached to center a second clamp over his right nipple, before its bite jolted through his entire body, his cock jumping in response. Simon tweaked at the small metal clamps, producing sharp tugs in Jaynes tender flesh, each one seeming to pull directly on his throbbing groin. Jayne clamped his lips shut, biting back the groan that was vibrating in his chest. So determined, Simon chuckled. He rubbed his thumb against the bulging veins on the underside of Jaynes erection. How badly does it ache, big man? How much do you need to come? Please, Jayne whispered, though whether it was a plea to stop or a plea for more even he wasnt sure. Simon blew a soft puff of air across the wet head of the mercenarys towering erection. Youre ready to admit it? Jayne groaned, shifting under the straps, attempting to arch toward the mouth so tormentingly close to his aching organ. Let me come, he growled, before I fuckin explode! You have a way with begging, big man, Simon laughed. With a flick of his fingers, he knocked both clamps off the mercenarys nipples. Fuck! Jayne gasped. Fire burned through his chest as the blood throbbed back into his abused nipples with the same pounding beat that pulsed through his groin. His entire body thrummed with the need for release. Beyond pride, beyond bravado, all that was left was pure, desperate need. Please, Doc, he gasped. Please what, Jayne? Simon asked with a blank look. I need to fucking come, thats what! Jayne growled. Simon merely arched a dark brow. Please, okay? Jayne rolled his eyes. Let me come. Please, he gritted, his entire body trembling with need. Anytime youre ready, big man, Simon grinned, releasing the straps around the mercenarys thighs. Free to thrust into the tight fist that closed around his aching erection, Jayne began a quick rhythm, moving in time with Simons sure grip, grunting with each movement, climbing closer and closer to sweet release. Do it, big man, Simon whispered. Come for me. With a cry of pure pleasure, Jayne climaxed, his seed spilling across Simons fingers and his own belly. Good boy, Simon grinned. Leaving the mercenary where he lay, the Doctor stepped over to the sink, washing the semen from his own hands before taking a wet cloth to clean up Jayne, straightening his clothes. The big man was already snoring softly by the time Simon unbuckled the remaining straps securing him to the medcot. Mal stuck his head through the infirmary doorway. You done? Simon grinned at Mal, nodding. All done. He okay? the Captain nodded toward the sleeping mercenary. Fine. It was actually a delayed release sedative that I gave him. Between that and the orgasm he just had, hell be out for a couple hours. Simon stepped over to the infirmarys security camera, pulling the vid disc and replacing it with a new blank. At Mals inquiring look he shrugged. Insurance. I doubt Ill be having any further trouble with the big man, but it pays to be cautious. Securing the disc in a locked drawer, Simon turned back to the Captain. Cmon, you can help me get him back to his quarters. Fifteen minutes of struggling through the cramped corridors of Serenity with their burden led them to Jaynes quarters. Dropping the mans slumbering form onto his cot, Mal bent at the waist, holding his side as he gasped for breath. Youve got to quit drugging him. Hes too big for us to always be dragging his heavy ass around the ship. Simon shrugged. He only got what he deserved. Mal grinned, standing straight again. Well, remind me to stay on your good side, he chuckled as he headed back out to the corridor. Simon grinned widely, You might have more fun with my wicked side, he laughed, punctuating the comment with a sharp swat on the Captains ass as they stepped out, closing the door behind them. No shit, Sherlock, Jayne mumbled into his pillow, dissolving again into snores and dreams of sweet submission.
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