Title: Compulsive Behavior

By PEJA

Fandom: FireFly

Pairing: Mal/Simon

Rating: R

Summary: like the title says, Compulsive behavior

Disclaimer: the dudes don’t belong to me, but they are sure as heck having more fun in my care (g)

Note: A couple people asked for a bit more of this insanity, so who am I to refuse...especially since the Malcom in my universe has a strong will and a need to inflect it on everyone in his sphere of reality

COMPULSIVE BEHAVIOR

By PEJA

Simon walked into Medical and paused, swallowing hard. Malcolm was slouching lazily on one of the medcots, playing with the cot restraints. "Hey, Cap."

"Where ya been, Simon?" Mal asked, tilting his head to slant him the low voiced question. "I waited for you to come to my quarters, but you were a no show. Is that any way to follow your..." He smiled darkly. "Captain’s orders?"

"Yes, well..." Simon forced his feet to carry him to his desk before his legs gave out and he slumped into the chair. "I...I’ve been with.... River."

"Ah," Mal swung his legs over the edge of the cot. "River needed ya, huh?"

Hands shaking, Simon reached for a pen and the stack of papers lying on his desk. His hand hit to hard, strewing them over the entire desk and onto the floor. Springing up he scampered to pick them up, losing track of the bigger man for the moment.

He straightened right into Malcolm’s waiting arms, his back pressed against the captain’s heated chest. "I needed ya more."

"S...sir...I..."

"Easy, doc, " Mal cooed, wrapping his arms loosely around the trembling man’s waist. He leaned over Simon, nibbling the crook of his neck. "All’s forgiven."

Making a bid for freedom, Simon squirmed against the taller man. He recognized the error of his actions when Mal’s cock rose to the invitation. "Cap....?"

"Mal." He growled, thrusting his hips suggestively against his smaller captive. "I told you to call me Mal at times like this." He turned Simon in his arms, smiling down into his darkening eyes. "Say it, Simon. Say my name."

Lost in the swirling passions he saw in his cpatain’s gaze, Simon’s lips silently formed "Mal," once. He cleared his throat and this time got sound behind it. High pitched and shaky sound.

Malcolm tipped his chin back up. "Are you afraid of me, Si?"

The doctor shook his head, his features pinkening prettily.

"No?" Malcolm’s lips slid over his jawline. "Then what are you afraid of, doc?"

Simon’s arms slid up Malcolm’s back his fingers clenching in the dark material. "Not...."

Slanting a butterfly kiss in his direction, Malcolm claimed Simon’s trembling lips in several quick tiny kisses. "What are you afraid of, Simon?’ He coaxed, keeping up the quick assault on his softening lips

Simon sighed into the seduction and responded, deepening the kiss for a moment before he broke it off and said, "Me. I’m afraid of me. Of how much I want to follow your lead."

Malcolm cupped his cheek, smiling. "What would make you afraid of that?"

Simon’s eyes rose to mesh with his. "I’m afraid you could become my addiction, Mal. One I will never escape."

Chuckling darkly, Mal cupped his bottom and lifted him against his chest for a passion laced kiss to destroy any resistance. "I already have become your addiction, Si." He whispered, his tongue darting out to moisten Si’s passion bruised lips. "And you have become mine."

END