AN: After not writing all weekend, I had to wake up my brain. Not the best, but this is turning out to be so much fun! Enjoy!
Needless to say, Simon had slept well that night. He hadn't had release quite like that in some time. Admittedly the release that he got was a completely different kind. He'd gone to bed blue, and he woke up blue, but that didn't really matter to him. He'd gotten something better than satisfaction. He felt complete again for the first time since he'd dropped everything he had to save his sister. There was something about blood, about watching someone bleed, about being in control, that moved Simon in places he didn't even know existed. Simon sat up. He looked down. The bulge in his pants stared back at him. He sighed and tried his best to ignore it. He walked to the wash basin and splashed water on his face.
In an instant, Simon watched Jayne's face flash across his eyes. The realization struck him. Blood was his drug, and he was already addicted. The next moment they would be together raced through Simon's mind. He couldn't wait to touch him again, he could wait to taste him again. Just the thoughts made his already stiff member grow even harder.
'Red,' a voice from his past echoed in his ear. 'And it will only get redder.'
Simon gripped the edge of the basin in front of him with both hands. His knuckles whitened as he sank forward into it. All he could see was the color. Everything else was fading from his sight. He stopped breathing, just sank further into the feeling, fighting it, pushing it to the side. He needed to bleed.
Knowing he had nothing of the sort in his bunk, he dressed quickly, the world around him tinted with a scarlet hue. He raced to the infirmary and unburied another scalpel. Lifting his shirt sleeve he wasted no time in running the sharp edge across the base of his upper arm, right under his shoulder. He inhaled like a druggie taking their first hit of the day. He closed his eyes. Black. He opened his eyes and everything was back to normal. His breathing became rhythmic again. His heart was no longer pounding out of his chest. He relaxed and watched the warm liquid pool out of the fresh cut on his arm.
He waited until the bleeding slowed before grabbing a cool cloth and wiping away the now dry remnants. He pulled his shirt sleeve back down, covering the wound and the washed the blade off in the sink. That was all he needed for now. He knew that if he continued down this path, the one cut would eventually not be enough. He needed to bleed.
Simon was coming down when Jayne walked into the infirmary, moving tenderly. The shuffle of his footsteps indicated to Simon that he was there. Without turning, Simon simply stared at the man in the reflection of the window. He could just make out the man, standing there with an incredulous look on his face.
"Lay down on the chair," Simon said coldly, still not turning to acknowledge the man. He watched the reflection walk over and quietly take a place on the table. Simon looked down at his hands. They were shaking. He met his own eyes in the reflection. 'Redder and redder.' He looked down at his hand again and they were once again steady. Simon washed his hands at the sink, reveling in the silence he'd instilled in the mercenary.
Simon now turned, Jayne's eyes were trained directly on his. While Simon revealed nothing, the large man revealed everything. He saw the desire in those brown eyes, the curiosity. What Simon hated to admit is that it only encouraged him. Without acknowledging the brief exchange of eye contact, Simon stepped forward and placed a firm hand on Jayne's forearm. He felt Jayne flinch under him. Simon inhaled. He exhaled and in a quick movement secured a restraint around Jayne's wrist.
Simon looked up now to intentionally make eye contact. Jayne's eyes revealed the same, but this time, Simon's eyes said 'don't move.' And Jayne obliged. Simon slowly walked around the table to the other side and, maintaining eye contact, strapped Jayne's other wrist down.
His eyes still read the same message: 'don't move' and Jayne made no attempt at all to go against this. Simon slowly walked to the infirmary door and locked the latch. He walked the circumference of the room and pulled the blinds down. He bent over to one of his cabinets and pulled out another long restraint. He walked back to the table and looped it under the table. He reached across the table, making sure to accidentally glance the tightest spot in Jayne's jeans and pulled the restraint across. He positioned it to drape right across the stiff presence and then tightened it gently, the pressure making Jayne tense up a little.
Figuring that his eyes were no longer doing the trick, Simon looked boldly into Jayne's eyes and simply stated: "Don't move." He watched as Jayne attempted to relax. He then went to work at securing the mercenary at the ankles. He took a step back to examine his work. The large man was helpless, there was little he could now do – just how Simon wanted it.
"Where's my blade?" Simon kept his words to a minimum.
"Left pocket, Doc," Jayne nodded, anticipation and excitement in his voice.
Simon walked to Jayne's left side and worked the blade out from within in the man's pants. "I think that from now on," Simon paused, he could feel his voice ready to quiver. He took a deep breath to regain his composure. "You should call me Sir." Simon stared Jayne in the eyes, threatening him to disobey.
Jayne nodded. "Yes… Sir."
Simon closed his eyes. Red. He opened them and found his hands had already made their way to the neck of Jayne's shirt. Blade end forward, Simon slipped the blade across the collar of the shirt and then used the momentum to tear the shirt the rest of the way down. It was now open in the front.
"Hey, I liked that shirt!" Jayne burst out, struggling against the restraints and finding there really was no escape for him.
Simon looked up slowly. "Shut up." He demanded.
Jayne flinched then nodded. "Ok." A pause as the eye contact held. Simon waited. "Sir."
Simon smiled and went back to work. He ran his fingers over the deep cut he'd left on the man the night before. The majority of it was not as deep as he'd expected but at the tail end of the incision, it was obvious he'd dug in a bit too far. He walked to the counter and pulled out both his stitch glue and thread and needle. He made quick work of closing the deepest part of the wound and then ran the glue along the rest of it to make sure Jayne wouldn't accidentally tear it further if he had cause to strain.
Simon pushed his supplies to the side and walked to Jayne's right side. The long cuts from the night before were still fresh. Simon put a hand on them and squeezed. He felt Jayne tremble under his touch. He used both hands to stretch the flesh, tearing at the invisible scabs. Very small red lines began to form now as Simon reopened the wounds. Placing his tongue at Jayne's hip, he slowly kissed his way from the bottom of the cuts to the top and back again, taking in the little blood that was trickling out. His pants became immediately tense. He could feel his excitement press against the zipper of his pants.
Taking a deep breath he then reached up and undid the restraint on Jayne's right arm. He undid the ones on his legs, then the other around the left arm and saved the middle restraint for last. He then went to work at sterilizing and putting away the supplies that he had used to patch the large man up.
Jayne sat up and watched this. Simon knew what he was waiting for – and he knew it was something he wouldn't get. When the final supplies were back in their place, Simon once again walked the circumference of the room, opening the shades. He ended at the door, unlocked it and proceeded to walk out.
"Wait," he heard behind him. Simon stopped but refused to turn. He heard Jayne jump off the table and walk slowly up behind him. "Is that all?" he said quietly.
Simon waited.
"Is that all… sir?"
Simon smiled and walked forward. "That will be all." He proceeded to walk away, not looking back for a reaction, simply pleased with himself. He walked toward the galley, it would be time for a meal soon.
AN: I really like reviews. Do it! Also… isn't dom-Simon sexy?
