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Rating: 18+
Mal ran through the buildings, the Alliance had broken through the Independents line and they were on the retreat. It was the plan! Make the Alliance think they had them on the run and lead them right into an ambush. Mal couldn't get back to the ambush spot quick enough and dived into a still standing house, the soldiers chasing him not noticing.
Mal breathed a heavy sigh of relief but then noticed that the house was actually a small warehouse, a skiff and the pilot were in here. Most of these small traders were as bad as the Alliance, trading with both sides and making a mean profit off it. Mal strode up to the skiff and glared at the sleeping man inside. How could he sleep through a battle?
"Get up!" said Mal, pointing his trusty side arm at the pilot's head.
The pilot woke up, startled and with a look of pure fear on his face.
"Don't shoot me please!" said the pilot.
The pilot got up and out of the skiff.
"You hundan!" said Mal, "Trading with both sides!"
"I only just escaped from an Alliance labour camp," said the pilot, flashing the telltale brand.
"That's what you get when you deal both sides!" said Mal, shoving the pilot over and stepping on him.
The pilot whimpered but a look of resolve came to his face. Mal pushed his gun into the pilot's face.
"I'm Mal Reynolds!"
"I'm Hoban Washburne, everyone calls me Wash."
"So Wash, I'm willing to let you off for standing up for your beliefs but I'm going to need something."
"What's that something?" asked Wash, his unsuspecting eyes drifting to look Mal in the eyes.
"I've been busy fighting the war and I haven't got me anything for a while," said Mal, letting what he had said sink in.
Wash cursed silently; his good looks had gotten him in another spot of trouble.
"No!" said Wash, trying to struggle away.
Mal dragged him back and bit into his shoulder. Making Wash cry out in pain. The battle raging on outside drowned out the sounds coming from inside the hidden warehouse. Mal tore off Wash's clothes and took his own off. Mal turned Wash's head towards his crotch and forced Wash to take his cock. Wash let his tongue slide onto Mal's cock. Wash felt a strange satisfaction and became less resistive. Wash started giving Mal the best blow job possible and Mal moaned loudly. Mal pushed Wash down onto a table and spun him so he was on his stomach. Mal lined himself up and thrust into Wash's tight virgin ass.
"Cao!" cried Wash, pushing back onto Mal's dick.
Mal pushed as deep as he could into Wash and exploded. Both of them fell onto the floor, deeply satisfied.
"I actually enjoyed that," said Wash, "I'd like to do that again."
"So would I," said Mal, "But that was just to punish you. I'm bi but women are my main focus."
"Same here," said Wash, "I'll look you up after the war and I only did ever trade with the Independents."
"I guess you did," said Mal.
Mal cleaned himself off, got changed and ran off as the Alliance got caught in the trap. Mal get a piece of action after all. Wash flew off and dropped off the huge supply run to the Independents he'd been doing.
Wash met back up with Mal and became the pilot aboard a ship called Serenity (Mal's ship). Wash married Zoe, Mal's war buddy and only surviving member of Mal's squad. Wash and Mal meet up for the occasional session.
THE END