AN: Not my usual forte. Tired of seeing all the sub Simon fics… wanted to give the doc a little more power.
Simon wasn't sure what he was expecting when he walked into his infirmary late one Wednesday night. He hadn't been able to fall asleep. He could still hear her voice clear in his head. 'I don't want it to happen,' she'd said. 'And you won't want it to happen either. But it will be good for you. Just don't fight it, Simon. You need it.' River really had a way of getting to him. He'd thought that maybe a tiny bit of morphine would settle him down a bit, help him sleep. He knew it wasn't the smartest thing in the world to do, but at this rate, he wasn't sure he had other options.
Needless to say he was a bit confused when he saw the lights were on before he even got there. He was sure he'd turned them out. He stepped quietly inside, the taller man didn't even notice him. Simon simply watched as the man dug through one of his equipment drawers. He pulled out a scalpel. The man took a deep breath and turned. Simon's hands went instantly in the air, knowing better than to surprise a man who was now holding a very dangerous piece of equipment.
Jayne stood, looking like a deer in headlights. He said nothing, just stared and Simon was the first to break the silence. "Anything I can help you with?"
The silence was long before Jayne coughed. "Just borrowing it," the man pushed Simon out of the way and rushed out, carving knife in hand.
Simon regarded this for a moment, counting the steps of the man who had just left. It didn't take him long to make up his mind. Instead of reaching for the morphine, Simon turned on his heel and followed in the direction of the heavy footfalls of the larger man before him. Simon crept silently behind him and listened for the hiss of the closed latch. Simon waited, taking deep breaths.
A voice from his past called to him. A voice from medical school. Her name was Victoria. She was the one who introduced him. He remembered the nights they'd spent together. The exhilarating experience he felt when he did those things to her. He remembered watching her writhe in pleasure underneath him. He remembered the release. He could almost feel it again. 'One, two, three,' he had given the man enough time to settle in.
Simon walked to the latch. It was locked. 'One, two, three,' this time it was River's voice, echoing again in his head. 'Don't forget it,' she'd said. 'One, two, three.'
He tried it. The latched hissed open. Simon crawled down. Jayne was still silent, staring at the doctor. It was not exactly characteristic of the rough man to be so silent and so, once again, Simon intruded. "I want to show you something."
"You shouldn't be in here," Jayne tried, half heartedly, the scalpel was still in his hands, a dark look was in his eyes.
"But I need to show you something," Simon repeated. "Lay back." Simon wasn't entirely sure where this confidence was coming from. Part of him could feel the submission from Jayne. Without words it was as if both men knew that something bigger than themselves was about to happen. He watched Jayne lay back.
Approaching slowly, Simon grabbed the knife from Jayne's hand. "Now close your eyes," he whispered in Jayne's ear, a shiver going through both their bodies. Simon set the blade to the side briefly as he slipped the rough man's shirt up and over his head. Jayne was staring at him. "This isn't something you can see with your eyes." Simon waited until both of Jayne's eyes were shut tight. He reached over for the blade.
With the precision only a doctor can offer, Simon slid the blade at first very gently over the smooth skin of his collar bone and then traced it down between his pectorals. He didn't draw blood, just let the blade slide over the skin gently. He blew cold air across the invisible trail he had just left behind. He did this again, starting at the other side of his collar bone but ending in the same place. He blew on the trail again. He looked at Jayne's face. The man still had his eyes closed, a look of contentment stretched across the rest of his face.
Simon stood up then stretched one of his legs onto the other side of Jayne's body. He was straddling him now, his pelvis resting on Jayne's hip bones. He put the handle of the knife in his mouth and then reached down with both hands. His nails weren't sharp, but he traced them along Jayne's body none the less. He felt the large man's hips press into his pelvis as his back arched under the light pressure. Jayne grabbed the blade again and leaned forward. He placed his left hand on the large man's right pectoral. Using that hand, he stretched out the skin, making it tight. With his left hand, he pressed the sharp blade against the skin, feeling it easily separate under the pressure.
Jayne quivered underneath him. He slowly and gently pulled the blade down toward his left thumb. Jayne's back arched as he lifted the blade and watched the line of red form behind it. He hadn't cut deep, just enough to draw a slow stream of blood. He watched the line grow darker. Switch the blade to his left hand, he ran his index finger along the line. "Open your mouth," he whispered. Jayne didn't hesitate to oblige. Simon gently placed his finger in Jayne's mouth, running his smooth fingers along his rough tongue. Jayne's mouth closed around and Simon found he could hardly breathe. Pulling the finger clean from Jayne's mouth, Simon ran his finger lazily across his lips, taking in the smell.
The blade returned to his right hand and the act repeated on the man's left pectoral. Jayne reacted even stronger this time, a moan escaping his lips. Again, Simon ran his finger across the trail of blood that was leaking from the man's body. This time he followed his finger to Jayne's mouth, putting it gently across the man's tongue but pulling out the finger before the man had a chance to make it clean. He replaced the presence of his finger with the presence of his mouth, pressing his lips on the mercenary's unexpecting mouth and flicking his tongue down Jayne's throat. He inhaled and deepened the kiss. He could taste Jayne – all of him. He could taste the saliva mingling with the blood, he could taste the whisky.
He began to pull away but lingered as the pressure of Jayne's teeth bore down on his lower lip. He wasn't biting hard, but just enough to make Simon want to stay. Simon continued the kiss but let the blade he was holding slip down to Jayne's side. Starting at the top of his rib, Simon dragged the blade down Jayne's side, not stopping until his hand ran into his own thigh, blocking him from progressing further. The entire time, Jayne arched toward him, moaning and kissing harder. Simon did this again, just an inch away from the first cut, drawing the blade all the way down. He did this two more times, leaving now four wet lines of blood flowing from Jayne's side.
Simon finally pulled away. Jayne's eyes were open. In them was a confusion, but more prominent than his confusion was relief. Simon simply stared at him with fiery eyes. This was as much a release for Simon as it was for Jayne. Simon liked to be in control. Victoria had taught him that long ago. It was intoxicating for him, the smell, the color… the taste. It was a drug that Simon had not tasted in years. Not wasting the moment Simon buried his lips in Jayne's neck, feeling the man tilt his head to the side to give him better access. Simon traced his kissed from the man's neck, lingering for a moment by the cut he'd made earlier, still fresh with blood, he could feel the liquid pool at the corner of his mouth. He continued down the man's front, toward his belly button. He back himself up, his hips were now over Jayne's knees. He then sank his lips into the sensitive skin at Jayne's hip, pressing a firm thumb right under where the four cuts ended. Jayne squirmed under him. He moved his mouth down and with his mouth, applied a light pressure on the hardened bulge pushing forth from under Jayne's pants.
He only teased for a few moments before he placed the handle of the blade in his mouth again and used his hands to slowly undo the buttons and zipper on the pants of the man under him. He didn't take the pants completely off and left them restricting the feet at the bottom. Jayne was displaying erect and ready, so Simon didn't waste time in putting the blade back in his hand and engulfing the swollen member with his mouth. Jayne gasped, only exciting Simon more. He wrapped his free hand around the base of Jayne's shaft and went to work slowly at first working up to a steady action. Every time he returned to the head, Simon took the moment to flick the very tip with his tongue. Jayne was going absolutely crazy.
Simon felt the familiar shudder of Jayne's body, telling him that his release was near. Before Jayne could finish, Simon swiftly reached the blade up to the opposite rib cage and pulled the blade quickly across Jayne's stomach making the man scream and release all in one moment. Simon felt the warm liquid enter his mouth and pumped some more with his free hand to help Jayne finish completely. Swallowing, he used his tongue to clean up what fluids were left on Jayne's pink and satisfied cock.
Simon's head was spinning. He shook as he stood, his body high. He grabbed the towel laying by Jayne's sink and wiped the blade clean. He set the blade down on the shelf and carried the towel back to the bedside. Jayne was still panting. Using the towel, he cleaned up all the fluids left behind. He did his best not to look at the man laying on the bed, he didn't want to have to answer the question his eyes would be asking. His eyes fell on the final incision he had made, it was deeper than he would have liked. It had been a while since Simon had done that, he was rusty, and the dangerous cut was proof of that. "Don't move around too much tonight. Come to the infirmary tomorrow morning and I'll make sure to clean it proper and put in stitches if necessary." Simon stood to leave.
"Doc?" Simon's heart dropped when he heard Jayne try to stop him. Simon simply stopped and didn't turn to look at the man. "That was amazing."
Simon smiled to himself and began to climb the ladder. "Just don't forget to bring my blade back again tomorrow." Simon's mouth watered thinking about next time. Would there be a next time? Of course there would be. Simon knew for sure now: He loved watching him bleed.
AN: It may not be entirely canon, but at the same time, I could actually see this happening. If I get high demand for more I MIGHT write more…