A/N: WARNING: Dubcon slash between two characters on Firefly! Other than making them both gay as the ancient greeks I've tried to keep everything in character. Enjoy...
Part 1
Men had needs didn't they? Normal needs, for normal things. Even if it wasn't in the normal way. And Jayne knew what he felt wasn't normal, hell he'd been told enough, taught enough, one of his 'uncles' (his mother had always had men hanging around, and he'd been forced to call them uncle) had even tried to beat it out of him once. Jayne had got him back though, shot the bastard right between the legs, hell he wouldn't be doing anything to anyone now, normal or abnormal.
A spaceship was a lonely place, and the women on the Firefly were mighty picky, even if Jayne Cobb had been interested in them there would have been no joy there. Mal was out of the question, and while he'd managed to get a few gropes in with Wash (every time there was a blackout on the ship his hands wandered straight to the pilot's chair) he'd never dare try anything with Zoe watching, she'd gut him alive if she knew just what his fingers were doing everytime they were in the dark. And Wash just thought it was his wife, getting playful.
He didn't know just how long Mal's attack of altruism regarding the Tams was going to last, but he meant to make the most of it. River freaked him out, but whatever was going on in her head seemed not to be connected with what was actually happening; she barely noticed her brother, and probably wouldn't recognised a guy who was being used anyway. She'd never find out and no one else one the ship gave a damn about the awkward Doctor except Kaylee who, Jayne reasoned, would give up on the guy once she realised he was not reciprocating.
Simon Tam was easy bait.
He waited though, because someone who was now hopefully suffering somewhere had once expaended a lot of time, effort and belt-leather to explain to him (among other things) that patience was a virtue. He waited until it was late, until the guy's freaky sister was asleep in the medical room, and then knocked politely at Simon's door.
"Doctor? You in?"
Simon appeared, bleary eyed and uncertain, "Yes. What is it?"
"Problem, in the engine room, come on."
"Is someone hurt?" Simon grabbed his medical bag and followed the larger man, too sleepy to be suspicious. "Is Kaylee alright?"
Jayne didn't say anything, but led him through the insides of the ship, gesturing Simon into a small room. It wasn't until he was actually standing inside that Simon began to get suspicious, "Uh, Jayne?"
The merceinary pulled the lock across the door with a small 'click' and stood in front of it. "What?"
"What, um, what's the trouble?"
Jayne gave a one shouldered shrug. "No trouble. Just wanted to talk."
"What about." Simon snapped, his temper fraying as he woke up properly. "Why drag me all the way down here?"
"I've got a question for you Dr Tam. How far are you willing to go to keep your sister safe?"
"As...as far as it takes." Simon said warily, uncertain where this was going.
"See, the thing is I don't like you. And Mal listens to me, with one word I could have you off this ship and floating round in some strange space-port." It was a lie. Jayne knew that Mal would never do anything on his say so. Simon, however, did not.
"Well." Simon said, still uncertain where this was headed, "There's nothing I can do about that."
"Isn't there?" Jayne smirked.
"What do you want? I have no money, nothing of value at all. If you want an apology I believe I've already-"
"I want you on your knees."
SiImon gaped at him. In a swift movement Jayne reached forward, grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him down. His knees hit the floor with a clunk that made him wince, "Jayne I still don't know what you..."
"You're a doctor, work it out." Jayne grunted, unhooking his belt.
Simon swallowed nervously, shuffling backwards on his knees, "Um, I don't really, I don't think I can..."
Jayne paused and looked at him. "If you don't want to do this, just say. As soon as that pretty mouth of yours hollers for stop I'll stop. Of course." Jayne smirked again, "I'll also go straight to Mal and tell him to find a nice deserted planet somewhere for you and the kid."
Slowely Simon shuffled forward again, "No... don't tell Mal."
"Sure?" Jayne grabbed a handful of the boy's hair and dragged him closer, pulling his underwear down at the same time. Simon gave a gasp, and the sight of that perfect red mouth, those soft rich-bred lips were far too much for Jayne forto resist.
He shoved himself forwards, enjoying Simon's panicked struggles, and for a moment was happy just to fuck away at his mouth, god knew it had been long enough since he'd been planet-side. He didn't continue with that for too long though, because while the kids struggles were certainly getting him rock hard he wanted something a bit more than just a wank in the dark.
He pulled himself out, mussing Simon's hair and looking appreciatively at his gasping panting face as he gulped for air, "OK kid, time to earn your fare."
"I'm already paying Mal." Simon grumbled, lifting a hand to wipe his lips.
Jayne knocked his hand out the way and backhanded him in the same movement. Simon gave a small shreakshriek, a bright red flush staining one side of his face.
"You aren't paying me yet." Jayne pushed himself closer, slapping another streak of red on top of the first one. "Get to work."
Slowly, hesitantly, Simon moved forwards. He had no idea what to do, but Jayne solved that by giving a growl of frustration, shoving himself in until Simon gagged and hissing, "It's not rocket science Doctor, just suck the damn thing."
Simon did, tears leaking out the corners of his eyes. Jayne wiped them away gently, and then slapped him again, the salt stinging the side of his face. Jayne's hands were fisted tight in his hair, ripping it at the roots, shoving his head forward, he had no control any more, no control at all over what this man, this mercenary, was doing to his body. Jayne had complete control and he knew it, he was enjoying it.
"Doing alright down there Doc?" Jayne gave a lazy smile then a gasp. "Oh yes, oh Simon with a bit of practise you could be pretty damn good at this."
He shoved his fingers into the younger mans throat, making it even harder for Simon to breath, he was already choaking over the thing in his mouth. He struggled again, the slap in return was expected but he needed to breath, he needed to get out. He gave a moan and at the sound Jayne convulsed, shooting straight into the back of his throat.
SiImon dropped to his knees as he was released, coughing and spluttering. Jayne pulled up his trousers and watched him impassively, "Simon?"
Simon looked up, and Jayne grabbed his chin and spread the mess of the spit and cum all over his face, pressing hard on the reddened area near his cheek, "Next time kid, you swallow it. Understood?"
"Next time?" He said horrified, and this one wasn't a slap, it was a proper punch that sent him reeling against the side of the ship while Jayne scowled down at him. "When, uh," he flinched away slightly at the older man's glare, "Sorry but, when is next time?"
Jayne shrugged and left the room. "Clean yourself up. Next time is whenever I want it."
Simon didn't dare stand until he'd left, pulling himself up shakily and trying to wipe the side of his face of the same time. He tried to think of River, he was doing this for River, it was her he needed to keep safe.
He tried not to think of the uncomfortable tightness he was feeling in his trousers.
A/N: I've got parts two and three stashed away on my hard drive...give us a shout if you want some more.
