Title: Bound and Drugged
Series: The Game Series, part 1
Author: sffan
Email: sffan2004@yahoo.ca
Websight: http://www.animeglore.com/fanfiction.php
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/Mal; Simon/Jayne
Rating: R
Warning: drugged and naughty Simon
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them
Notes: Response to Denise's (Firefly_Slash list mom) Challenge for a drugged and naughty Simon

Bound and Drugged

The subterranean room is dark, a small bulb in the ceiling the only light source. Two men sit side-by-side, tied with their arms behind them, to a steel pole set in the ground. Mal is struggling against his bonds, but soon realizes it's no use, the knots are too expertly tied. He's been beaten and has a knife slash crusting over on his right shoulder. Against his left shoulder, leans Jayne, still unconscious from the blow he took to the back of his head. Jayne begins to twitch and moan.

"Jayne, Jayne. Wake up. C'mon, we got us a little situation here," Mal says urgently, shifting his shoulder, hoping to shake the big man awake.

"Ruttin' hell," Jayne mumbles as he tries to move a hand to rub the back of his head. "What hit me?" To go with the goose-egg growing on the back of his skull, Jayne has a split lip and a slash wound on his thigh.

"About six guys," Mal replies, snorting with forced mirth.

Jayne snorts back and then looks around. "Where's the Doc?"

Mal gestures to a dark corner with his head. "Over there."

"How come he ain't tied up too?" Jayne asks.

"Dunno. After you went down they hypoed him with something. He screamed his head off when they did it too. Then he just collapsed in a shivering heap."

"Can you reach him? We gotta get outta here before they come back to finish us off," Jayne says, trying to pull against the ropes at his wrists.

"Funny thing that," Mal says. "I don't think they're comin' back. The leader said something like 'Next time we won't have a sense of humour about bein' crossed' then he left. It was weird."

"Didn't I tell ya not to mess with these guys?" says Jayne.

"Couldn't help myself. They deserved it," comes the smug answer.

"Well look at us, now, Mr. High and Mighty."

Mal strains forward and kicks the Doc's foot. Simon, startled, sits up suddenly. His eyes focus on the two men and a long slow smile creeps across his face.

"Doc? You O.K.?" Mal asks, the dazed but hungry look in Simon's eyes giving him cause for concern.

"You're hurt!" Simon exclaims, his speech slightly slurred, and he begins to crawl towards the two bound men.

"It's nothing. Just untie us and you can treat us on the ship" insists Mal.

By now, Simon has reached Mal. He runs his hands up the Captain's legs spreading them so that he can kneel between them.

"Simon, what the hell..." squawks Mal.

"Gotta look at the shoulder," Simon says dreamily. He reaches forward and unbuttons Mal's shirt, running his fingers lightly on the Captain's chest.

"Mmmm, silky," Simon mumbles, then pushes the shirt off Mal's shoulder.

As he reaches up to examine the wound, Simon is momentarily distracted by the light trail his fingers seem to be making in the air. "Oooh, pretty," he giggles. Simon returns his attention to the stab wound.

"Shit, Mal. What did they give him? I ain't ever seen him like this, not even when Kaylee got him drunk that time." says Jayne.

"No idea. Hopefully, it will wear off soon and he'll untie us."

The doctor rips the sleeve off his own shirt and uses it to clean the wound. "Not so bad," he murmurs. "Maybe a kiss will make it better." He leans in and presses his lips to the cut. When he runs his tongue across it, Mal gasps and twitches.

"Simon!" Mal shouts. "Gorramit, untie us."

Simon ignores the order and continues to lick the wound.

Jayne has been watching this whole procedure closely. He laughs out loud at the look of distress mingled with desire on his Captain's face as the doctor continues to administer this new, drug-induced, first aid.

Shooting Jayne a dark look, Mal says evilly, "Doc, you've got another patient. Jayne's hurt worse than me."

Simon pulls back from Mal's chest and turns to look at Jayne and gasps, "Oh no, poor thing." Simon then crawls over Mal's other leg and straddles Jayne, pushing his bottom against the big man's thighs. He runs gentle fingers up the mercenary's face and begins to giggle again. "Tickles," he says and pulls gently at Jayne's beard. "Look at all this blood." Simon leans forward and starts to gently lick the blood off Jayne's lips. The mercenary begins to squirm under the doctor's attention. When Simon slips his tongue into his mouth Jayne can barely suppress the moan. He returns the kiss, almost against his will, white fire burning down his spine to settle in his crotch.

Simon pulls back looks down and smiles wickedly. He slides a hand slowly down the muscular chest and tummy to the bulge in Jayne's pants. "Mmm, big. Big and hard. For me?" Simon asks languidly. As he slides his backside down Jayne's legs, he notices the cut on the mercenary's thigh for the first time. "Another one? Oh, dear. Hafta get a better look." He reaches for Jayne's belt and starts undoing his pants.

"Mal, Mal. Ya gotta do something, quick. Distract him." There is genuine distress in his voice.

The Captain laughs at the panic he hears in the mercenary's voice. "Why, whatever is wrong?" Knowing full well, because the doctor's ministrations had the same effect on him.

"Mal - I ain't got no underwear on."

Mal's laugher echoes throughout the room.

End

Title: Unfinished Business
Series: The Game Series, part 2
Author: sffan
Email: sffan2004@yahoo.ca
Websight: http://www.animeglore.com/fanfiction.php
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/Mal; Simon/Jayne
Rating: PG-13
Warning: drugged and naughty Simon
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them
Notes: Thanks to: Brenda, my wonderful beta, corrupter of the last vestiges of my innocence. Any remaining spelling or grammar mistakes are mine.

Unfinished Buisness

Consciousness returns slowly, bringing with it a pounding headache. Simon lies still, trying to assess his surroundings - he's in a bed, his bed, on board Serenity, and he's naked, but he's not sure how he got there or where his clothes are. He forces himself to think through the throbbing in his head and the fog begins to clear. Simon sits up with a jerk, aghast at the memories that come flooding back - and then groans with pain and clutches at his head - sure it is about to explode.

Simon wants to crawl into a hole and die, not just from the pain in his head, but from the humiliation of remembering what he did - touching them, kissing them, about to do who knows what else if Zoe hadn't shown up just before he managed to get Jayne's pants off. He remembers trying to prevent her from getting to Mal and Jayne, and then everything fades into black. Simon realizes that Zoe must have knocked him out and reaches around to the back of his head where he finds a small lump, confirming his suspicion.

A light tap at the door distracts him from his thoughts.

"Who is it?" Simon asks - the sound of his own voice setting off new bolts of pain inside his skull.

"Mal."

Pulling the sheets up to cover his body, Simon tells the Captain to come in.

"So..." Mal begins, "How ya feelin'?"

"Sshhh. Not so loud," Simon whispers, hoping that the low lighting masks the flush of embarrassment that is spreading across his face.

"Sore head, eh? Didn't think Zoe hit ya that hard. Must be an after effect of the drug they gave you. Don't happen to know what it was?"

"No," Simon lies, deciding on the spot to play innocent.

"Remember much?" Mal asks.

"Nothing after they stuck me. What did happen? How'd we get out? You mentioned something about Zoe hitting me. Why'd she do that?" Simon plays his chosen role to the hilt - all wide-eyed and bewildered.

"Hmm. Let's just say that the drug they gave you had some interesting effects. I won't go into details, but it made you a might touchy feely with me an' Jayne. When Zoe found us you sorta wouldn't let her get near us, so she clocked you one. She untied us and we came back to Serenity."

Simon gestures at himself, "And who was responsible for this?" He genuinely wants to know the answer to this question.

The Captain looks away from his eyes. "Jayne."

"Jayne," Simon repeats, trepidation building in him.

"Yeah." Mal says still not looking at the doctor. He finally brings his eyes back up and says, "Look, I'm willin' to forget what happened in that basement - chalk it up to drug-related insanity, but I reckon you're gonna have a problem with Jayne. I think he figures you an' he's got some unfinished business. I'd avoid him for a few days if I were you."

"Hard to do on a ship this small."

"I know, but try. O.K.?" He says, getting up. "I'll leave you to get some rest." After the Captain leaves, Simon flops back down on his bed, sending new waves of agony shooting through his head. He groans loudly.

What makes the whole experience worse is knowing that if there had been no hidden desires for the drug to work on, he would have just sat like a fool in the corner, giggling at all the pretty lights his hands were making in the air. How did the bandits know to give him that *particular* drug? Were his feelings for the Captain and Jayne that obvious - that strangers could pick up on how much he wanted these two men?

* * * *

Two days later, Simon is in the medlab, hiding from Jayne, when he hears the voice he's been dreading, just over his shoulder.

"Hiya, Doc. Been avoidin' me?"

Simon turns. Finding that Jayne is mere inches away, he tries to back up, but realizes that he's already pressed against the counter.

"No, not at all, Jayne," Simon says in his most reasonable voice. "I've just been busy."

"I was talkin' to the Captain, an' he says that you have no recollection a what happened on the planet. That true?" Jayne asks, moving closer, putting his hands on the counter around Simon's body, and trapping him against it.

Simon swallows hard, trying not to show how Jayne's proximity is affecting him. "Tha.. that's right," Simon says as calmly as he can. "I don't really remember anything after they gave me the drug."

"Well, that sure is a ruttin' shame," Jayne says, staring deep into Simon's eyes, "'Cause I was thinkin' that maybe we could continue what you started in a more private setting. Way I see it, you shouldn't be allowed to get away with teasin' a man like that," Jayne says and he leans in closer.

"But, but Jayne," Simon says desperately, putting his hands on the mercenary's chest, "I don't *remember* what I did." As soon as he does it, Simon realizes that touching Jayne was a bad idea - feeling the warm, strong body under his hands sends a jolt of desire through him and right to his groin. It takes all his will power to keep his hands still.

"That don't seem like a good excuse to me. I done lots of stuff I don't remember doin' and still had to pay the consequences for." Jayne grabs Simon by the waist with both hands and sits him on the counter.

Simon squeaks with surprise, his hands going out to the sides of the counter to balance himself. "Jayne, what are you doing?" His heart is pounding in his chest and a deep flush is working its way up his neck.

"I'm gonna kiss ya," Jayne says running his hands up the inside of the doctor's thighs to spread them so that he can stand between them. Simon twitches at the sensation of the strong fingers running up his legs and barely suppresses a moan.

"What?"

"I'm gonna kiss ya," he repeats. "Maybe it'll jog your memory." Jayne moves one hand to the small of the doctor's back and the other up to cup his head gently. He can feel Simon trembling in his arms as he leans forward and slowly, gently, starts to lick the doctor's lips, in imitation of the technique the doctor had used on him. Jayne sees Simon's eyes go wide and can feel his heart pounding against his chest. When Jayne slides his tongue between the soft lips and deep into the warm, wet mouth, Simon lets out a long deep moan and closes his eyes.

Jayne tightens his grip on the doctor, pulling him forward into his growing erection. Simon wraps his legs around Jayne and pulls him in even closer, grinding their bodies together, and losing himself in the kiss. As Jayne begins a trail of soft, wet kisses along Simon's jaw and down his throat, the doctor arches his neck backward. Simon's hands are digging into Jayne's back and he's gasping with desire when Jayne takes one of Simon's hands and moves it to the bulge in his pants. Working his way up Simon's neck to his ear, Jayne nibbles at the lobe and then says in a low, husky voice, "Hard. Big and hard. *Just* for you." Then he breaks away, and walks out of the medlab, leaving Simon panting on the counter, mouth open, fire burning through him.

* * * *

Mal's in the kitchen fixing two cups of tea when Jayne enters.

"Well?" He asks.

"He's lyin'. He remembers all right." Jayne smirks, "Shoulda seen the look on his face when I started kissin' him."

"Thought so," Mal says, pouring the tea. "Time for some fun."

The two men share a wicked grin and sit down to plan their sweet revenge.

End.

Title: End Game
Series: The Game Series, part 3
Author: sffan
Email: sffan2004@yahoo.ca
Websight: http://www.animeglore.com/fanfiction.php
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/Mal; Simon/Jayne
Rating: NC-17
Warning: drugged and naughty Simon
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them
Notes: Thanks to: Brenda, my wonderful beta, corrupter of the last vestiges of my innocence. Any remaining spelling or grammar mistakes are mine.

End Game

Simon has spent the last week in a state of near constant arousal. Ever since Jayne left him panting in the medlab, he has felt like prey. He's not sure which is worse, the long, hungry looks he's receiving from the Captain, or the surreptitious caresses and pinches he's been getting from Jayne. It's as though the ship herself is conspiring against him. Simon can't hide anywhere - they always seem to find him, individually or together. He can't even masturbate. He's never felt comfortable with the idea with River in the next room, but he has recently discovered, much to his dismay, that no matter how quiet he tries to be, the sound always seems to attract her attention.

He flops down on the couch, head back, eyes closed, knowing that within moments one or the both of them will appear to torment him. The couch dips on either side of him - it's to be both tonight.

Jayne puts one arm along the back of the couch, starts making gentle circles on Simon's thigh with his other hand, and begins nuzzling his neck. Much to Simon's surprise, Mal starts to lick and suck on his earlobe - it's the first time the Captain has added physical contact to his campaign. Simon sits; riding the waves of desire flowing through him, knowing nothing will come of it. The Captain has begun to unbutton the doctor's vest, while Jayne's hand moves steadily upward along his inner thigh. Slipping a finger inside the doctor's shirt and caressing the smooth, hard stomach, Mal whispers softly in Simon's ear, "Tell us you remember."

Simon says nothing, refusing to back down from his decision to pretend that he doesn't remember what he did in that basement. Within moments, both men are gone, leaving him trembling with unfulfilled desire.

* * * *

"Hey, Doc. How you doin'?" Wash asks, touching Simon lightly on the shoulder. Simon is so on edge that he flinches - he actually hears Jayne's voice and feels his heavy hand on his shoulder before he realizes that it's Wash.

"Whoa. Pretty jumpy there. What's wrong?" Wash asks with some concern as he sits down at the table.

Looking into the earnest face, Simon decides that he has to tell someone. If anyone would understand his need to protect his pride, it would be the man married to Zoe. "How much did Zoe tell you about what happened when she got us out of that basement?" He asks.

"Not much. Only that you were acting kind of oddly. Why?" Wash frowns slightly in puzzlement.

"I'm going to tell you something and you have to promise not to say anything to ANYBODY and that includes Zoe. If you tell her, it'll get back to Mal and that can't happen. Understand?

Concerned at the desperate tone in Simon's voice, Wash nods assent.

"I'm serious, Wash. If you mess me around on this, you better hope you never end up in the medlab."

"All right, I promise. I promise on my dinosaurs, O.K.? I won't tell Zoe," he says sincerely.

Simon proceeds to tell Wash the whole story.

"Um, wow," Wash says when Simon is done. He thinks a moment. "So, what exactly do you want to get out of this? Do you want them to stop tormenting you?"

"No," Simon says in a small voice. "I want them to keep going. But I will not tell them I remember. I won't, not now. I just can't."

"Then why don't you change the rules of the game?" Wash asks.

"What do you mean?"

"Change the rules to suit you. Stop playing their victim." Wash pats Simon's hand lightly and gets up from the table, "You think about that. You're a smart guy, you'll figure something out."

As Wash leaves the room, Simon begins to plan his next move.

* * * *

That afternoon, both Mal and Jayne find identical notes under their doors:

___Be in my quarters tonight at 8 pm to discuss unfinished business.___

At exactly 8 pm both Mal and Jayne find themselves outside the doctor's door.

"What are you doing here?" asks Mal suspiciously.

"Got a note," Jayne says, waving his in the air. "What about you?"

Mal pulls his note out of his pocket to show Jayne. "What do you think he's up to?"

"Only one way to find out," Jayne says and knocks on the door.

"Come in," they hear through the door.

When they enter, both men stop dead in their tracks.

Simon has planned this out very carefully. River is spending the night with Kaylee. The candles he's borrowed from Inara are set up all over the room, throwing soft shadows around the room. He is sitting on his bunk, leaning back against the wall, with one leg bent at the knee. The deep red silk dressing gown he is wearing is deliberately left half-open, exposing the lily-white skin of his chest. It pools in his lap and all around him, contrasting with the deep black covers on his bed.

Simon gets up in one fluid motion and slowly unties the robe, letting it slide from his shoulders onto the floor.

"Gentlemen, playtime is over. I'm tired of these games," he says in a strong voice. "If you want me, come and get me. If not, get out and leave me the hell alone from now on." He stares hard at the two dumbfounded men. When they fail to respond, Simon turns and deliberately bends at the waist to pick up his robe, presenting his bottom to them.

Before he has fully straightened up, they are on him. Mal cups the back of his head and pulls him up for a long, deep kiss while Jayne's lips latch onto his neck. Simon drops the robe in his hands and raises his hands up to cup their heads, holding them in position. Jayne starts stroking Simon's back in long, slow motions. Mal finds a nipple and begins to tease it gently.

Back arching, Simon moans into Mal's mouth. The Captain uses his grip on Simon's hair to tilt the doctor's head backward and starts a trail of hot, wet kisses down his throat. In unison, the two men reach for the doctor's erection. Their fingers entwine as they grip the member and they begin to stroke slowly, but firmly, using their thumbs to press on the head with every upstroke. Simon's heart is pounding in his chest, and he feels barely able to hold himself up. Mal and Jayne take their time, pulling Simon closer and closer to the edge, but stopping every time they sense he's about to come.

"Please," Simon whimpers, body shaking and twitching, "Don't stop."

They step up the pace, and within moments, Simon climaxes over their fists. They lead him over to the bed and sit him down gently. Jayne leans in with a soft, almost delicate, kiss. Without taking their eyes off the doctor, Mal and Jayne remove their clothing.

Soon all three of them are in the bunk meant to sleep one comfortably. They are a tangle of arms, legs, hands, and mouths as Mal and Jayne begin to explore every inch of the doctor's body. Simon pulls his arms out from under the two larger men and begins a bit of his own exploration. All three of them are nearly out of control with lust when Simon reaches under the bed for the jar of lubricant. He slathers some on himself and Jayne, reveling in the gasp his fingers on Jayne's cock elicits. Simon coaxes Mal onto his side and slowly slides himself into the warm cavity. Completing the chain, Jayne pushes himself deep inside Simon. Jayne wraps his arm him and he begins to pump, starting the slow, steady rhythm he and Simon will follow. As all three bodies begin to rock together, Simon links hands with Mal, they reach down and begin to pump his erection.

Jayne's mouth comes down on Simon's shoulder, alternately biting and sucking. Simon presses his forehead against Mal's shoulder, gasping short, shallow breaths, lost in the sensations, in front and in back - Mal's warm, tight passage squeezing around him; Jayne's strong firm strokes, brushing his prostate with every pass.

Jayne suddenly changes the tempo of his strokes, getting faster and going deeper. With one last, hard thrust, Jayne comes, biting down hard on Simon's shoulder. He starts off a chain reaction and one right after the other, Simon and Mal also climax, both crying out loudly.

Later that night, after a short, well-deserved rest, the three men's voices entwine and echo throughout the small room in a chorus of ecstasy once again as Mal's short, hard thrusts slam Simon deeper and deeper into Jayne.

* * * *

When he walks into the galley, Wash is surprised to find anyone there before him - he gets up pretty early in order to check the settings on the autopilot. He is more surprised to see that it's Simon, dressed in a loose red silk robe with his hair all in spikes and swirls. Wash joins the doctor at the counter and pours himself a cup of coffee. Simon is fixing a tray with three settings on it, one bowl notably more full than the others.

Simon notes the direction of Wash's gaze and says with a wicked smile, "Jayne is a man of *considerable* appetites."

"So I guess my advice worked then?" Wash says smugly, taking a sip of coffee.

"Oh, yes. Yes, it did. Thank you. You are a clever man, Wash. Zoe is a very lucky woman." With that Simon picks up the tray, leans over, gives Wash a peck on the cheek, and leaves the galley.

Wash shakes his head, laughs to himself, and calls out, " You're welcome. And yes, yes, she is a very lucky woman."

End.