Payback's a Merc

Jayne slammed his fist into the pillows of his bunk, madder than ever at the sneaky little core-boy and his comments. One more meal when his verbal humiliation had ended with Jayne holding his tongue by force of Mal’s orders, then storming off, hungry and pissed. It was getting more than tiring; it was becoming a near-nightly ritual, one that had to be stopped.

The trick, Jayne realized, was how to do it. He could tease him some more, but Kaylee would back him up, despite the fact they’d not so much as held hands, or Book would lecture him about the perils of anger and benefits of forgiveness.

Or Mal would simply stare at him with that meaningful look, the one Jayne would shy away from every time, and then leave the room, lest Mal reveal Jayne’s shameful secret. The one he was certain no one could forgive him for. He sat there, abjectly wishing it was Simon he was pounding and not the pillow, and a light began to go on in Jayne’s head.

Give Simon a secret even more shameful than his own. One not even Kaylee would understand. It would be a lesson the core-born pill-pusher would never forget.

Jayne’s memory went dimly back to a time of incarceration; he’d been nabbed for something he’d not been guilty of, the violence in the prison was occurring on a minute-by-minute basis, not to mention the other events he’d rather not remember. He’d been strong, but a gang is a gang, and no amount of fighting back works every time.

He was overpowered by eight men, and taken the way they’d taken every other newbie in the cells. The Alliance soldiers did nothing to stop it, some even taking bets on how long he’d hold out during it.

But a grim determination set in Jayne’s mind, and this was exactly the thing that Simon deserved, to his way of thinking. Humiliation should be treated with the like, and besides….there was something in the way Simon would back off from Kaylee that had made Jayne suspicious. Like if he got too close or there was an interruption…Core-boy would get all jumpy and stalk off somewhere else, leaving Kaylee alone and confused. He’d heard her crying more than once, to ‘Nara or Zoe, or even Wash if he was in a listenin’ mood.

But she never came to him or Mal for this kind of consolation…and Jayne knew he could’ve made her forget all about the scrawny doc, given half the chance.

But it wasn’t about that now...he needed some leverage on Simon, the kind only a visit like this would bring. Time to call it even on the embarrassment level and make him shut up in the way only the violent could.

First, he needed equipment. That was easy; some rope from the hold, a few pieces of cargo restraint strapping would do the trick. A few minutes later with Boo in hand, and he got what he wanted. He also needed something to gag him with. Or maybe not, the way he hemmed and hawed around Kaylee, Jayne mused, Simon probably would get more out of this than he would.

Gear in hand, Jayne would his way around the infirmary into the passenger section of the ship. It was late, most of the crew was already in bed, the exceptions being Kaylee, who liked late hours with the engines, moon-brain, and the doc. Simon would be doping her right about now, which would make things easier for him, not having the tiny terror reading every intent in his mind would be a comfort Jayne couldn’t begin to pay for. Stealing into the dorms, he moved into Simon’s quarters and hid, waiting for the moment.
Simon walked River out of the infirmary, the shot he’d given her was already beginning to take effect, his sister would be out in minutes.

It would give them both two things; for River, a night’s peaceful slumber and dreams that were only that, and for Simon, just maybe a chance to talk with Kaylee again, to try and rebuild the fractured thing that was the beginning of their relationship. He knew that there would only be so many chances with her before Kaylee would give up entirely and look for greener pastures, Simon was almost sure of this.

“Just walk with me, River, and we’ll lay you down.” He reassured her. It wasn’t easy to find out what was wrong with his sister; it was however so very easy for him to love her. Blood or not, there was a light River brought to his life that could not be vanquished. No matter how badly the Alliance treated her; there was still that light in her, the old River, before that dark time
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He set her down to bed, River defiantly sticking her tongue out at the elder sibling, and within a few moments, she was sound asleep. Creeping out of the room and sliding her door closed, Simon figured he’d have enough time while Kaylee was down in the engine room to clean himself up and meet her halfway along the ships corridor, maybe even surprise her with-

He slid his door open, made it exactly three steps inside when the mercenary pounced. One hand over his mouth, the other in a vice-grip on his arms and chest, Jayne had little trouble overwhelming the smaller man.

“Jus’ keep it nice an’ quiet, Simon.” Jayne warned in his ear. “We got a while to talk a few things over. Nothin’ stopping me right now. So keep quiet, dong ma?”

Simon nodded his head, still squirming in Jayne’s powerful grip. What the gorram did that maniac want now? Jayne removed his hand from Simon’s mouth. “Jayne, wha-“

The hand was instantly slapped back over his mouth. “Now, what part of ‘quiet’ did you not get?” Jayne hissed, anger growing. “Looks like we need a more direct approach.”

Pulling a strip of tape from the pieces he’d lapped to his belt, Jayne let him go for one moment and again covered Simon’s mouth with sticky surgeon’s tape. With the cargo strapping, he bound Simon’s wrists.

Oh, my Buddha, Simon realized, He’s going to kill me. Simon looked over his shoulder as much as her could, trying to plead with Jayne using his eyes.

Jayne caught the look, shook his head mercilessly. “Nah, Core-boy, you ain’t gonna get outta this, not till I’m done with ya. Then maybe you’ll shut your mouth at dinner.”

Simon wondered what, if not murder, did Jayne have in mind if he expected him to keep his mouth shut later. He tried again to face the mercenary, to read his expression, but Jayne was at tight-lipped now as he was with Alliance troops.

But then the knife flashed out and Simon’s worry went to panic in a heartbeat. His eyes opened wider, and he began to sweat. Jayne saw this and chuckled.

“You’re scared now, then what I got in mind’s gonna terrify ya.”

And then Simon’s panic went into outright sheer horror. -He’s going to-

He felt the tug on his shirt as Jayne grabbed the collar and ripped down, tearing the shirt in two. “That’s for the one you owe me.” He said with relish, unceremoniously dumping the smaller man on his bed.

Then he turned his attention to Simon himself. Grabbing a handful of the doctor’s hair, he jerked his head up to look squarely in Simon’s eyes. “You been ridin’ me all the damn time, Simon, now’s time for a little payback, on you.”

Simon shook his head, trying to dissuade him from the now obvious plan. -This can’t be happening-, his mind screamed. He couldn’t think of a way to get away from him, River was out and couldn’t read him and the rising panic he was feeling.

Jayne studied Simon’s face, enjoying the fear he was generating. “Oh yeah, this is what you think it is, prissy boy,” He said lowly, giving his intimidating manner the full effect. “You’re gonna learn a new meanin’ to humiliatin’…”

Jayne removed his shoes and socks, and Simon began to really fear for himself.

-He can’t be serious about this-, the young doctor’s mind screamed. -Oh Buddha, what if he realizes-

But then it was too late, Jayne to his knife and cut Simon’s trousers off him, stripping him bare. Simon fought back tears as his lay there; he would not allow himself to cry in front of the bigger man, that was what he wanted all along. -Or what if he wanted more….Oh no, if he wanted more-

Simon tried to look back up at his captor, plead with his eyes again. Jayne moved in front of him, crouched down low to meet the doctor’s fearful gaze. “I’m gonna take this tape off, Core-boy, you gonna shut yer yap?”

Simon nodded enthusiastically. What choice did he have?

Jayne warned him. “You let out one yell, and I’m gonna really get mean.”

The tape was removed, and Simon winced as the adhesive pulled away a bit of skin. “Jayne,” he began, quietly. “Please. Don’t do this…”

Jayne’s face whipped down lower again. “Do what, Doc?” he asked sardonically. “What’cha got in mind? I know what I got in mind.” He chuckled. “Ya got a real pretty mouth, when it ain’t flapping about how smart ya are…ya know that?” And the mercenary began tugging at his own clothes.

“NO, Jayne, please.” Simon begged. He couldn’t be humiliated like this, not with him. He experimented in college, mostly to relieve stress, but somehow this was different. Not experimental, it was ruthless, mean-spirited, Jayne was making a point with this, but Simon didn’t want to learn.

Or did he?

Now Jayne was naked in front of him, and all Simon could do was gape. He knew the man-ape might be well, gifted in more than just gunplay, all his desire for whoring had told the doctor that, but just how endowed he was had been something Simon was certain he’d not learn, or ever need to. But Jayne stood there, rock hard, a lascivious grin on his face. Grabbing Simon’s jaw, he jerked the younger man’s head up, to look into his eyes.

“Let’s see how that mouth works.” And holding his mouth open, Jayne shoved himself into him.

Simon fought back slightly, and Jayne rapped the top of his head. “Fight back, or I feel teeth, an’ you’re gonna need stitches.” He growled again, voice going harsh in an instant. “Now, c’mon, Simon…all that time you been dancin’ round Kaylee, I noticed a few things. You ain’t half as straight as you let on, are ya?”

-Oh, Buddha-, Simon realized. -He isn’t as stupid as I thought-. There was no way out of this, Jayne had already subdued him, and was now in the thick of things.

“Uh-uh.” Simon tried to answer, but Jayne was working his cock into his mouth farther. He began pumping, and Simon fought back the urge to bite down and just tried to find a better place in his mind, while Jayne worked out his aggressions. And one other instinct he couldn’t stop himself from doing was yelling out to him as well.

To not just give in, but to give back, as well….So there was no point in denying it, he might as well help get this over as quickly as possible, after all, Oral rape was easier than the other way around…on his system, at least. So, he started to close his mouth and began to suck on Jayne, feeling the hard smoothness in his mouth, relishing a moment in it, and then a thought nagged at the back of his mind.

You’re giving him enjoyment, why? Two sides of his mind warred on; while Jayne noticed the change in Simon’s demeanor, let alone what he was doing.

“Thas’ right, Simon,” Jayne rasped lowly, a groan coming from him. “I knew you’d like this, Core-boys are all like that.”

-Oh my Buddha-, Simon realized…-I’m actually liking this…he feels so good-

Simon eased off a moment, and Jayne pulled out, not wanting this to be over so quickly. “Just, don’t be..I can’t believe I’m saying this…too rough…”

Jayne snorted, “Hell, Simon, you’re gonna get off on this?” He became derisive. “Just figures. I go through all this trouble and you’re likin’ it” His look went from surprise to savage “We’ll see how ya like this.”

He moved behind Simon, and now the panic really set in…”Jayne, wait…wait!”

Jayne grabbed Simon‘s legs, forcing them apart. “Nope. Ain’t gonna.” The merc replied, and he spat into his hand, rubbed it liberally on Simon’s tight entrance, slipped a thumb in, massaging him to get him to relax. Simon moaned lowly, And Jayne realized this was not going the way he’d planned, but he didn’t care, let core-boy enjoy it, leverage was leverage.

He was hard, knew why he was doing this, and didn’t worry about Simon’s sensibilities. He lubed his cock and grabbing Simon’s well-rounded cheeks, slid himself in.

-Whu de ma, boy is tight-, Jayne thought. He started pushing in further, burying himself inside the young doctor, and he couldn’t believe how good it actually felt. He wasn’t sly, not by definition, anyway, but this was still good, good and hot. He pumped into Simon, a low growl coming from him, and his breathing grew harder, more ragged and he began to let loose, getting into it.

He wasn’t the only one. Simon couldn’t believe this, there wasn’t ever a time he would have expected to be feeling this way about the crude, low-class gun hand, but here he was, being taken by him in a manner that would normally have been degradation at its finest, but somehow now didn’t matter. But it had been so long, since before he’d first come aboard, since he’d allowed himself to actually enjoy something for himself…All of that meant nothing right now, he only wanted to concentrate on the sensations Jayne was giving him, and he tried to raise his hips higher to give Jayne more depth. He could feel his inner walls being stretched; his prostate was being wonderfully pummeled. It felt so gorram good.

“Jayne,” he gasped in between his strokes, “Undo my hands, please. I…I won’t fight back.” Another plunge and Simon could feel his resolve completely give way, he wanted it now, wanted to push back and give the mercenary a ride. “Please, I’ve…learned my lesson.”

Jayne grunted a laugh. “Yeah, bet you have.” He picked up Binky, and slit the bonds on Simon’s hands and arms. Simon broke the rest of it free, and putting his hands forward, braced himself against the wall, thrusting back.

“Yeah, go on, give it to me.” Jayne cooed. “You like that, Core-boy?”

“You like it too, Jayne,” Simon husked, looking over his shoulder as best he could, giving the merc a lust-fuelled look under hooded eyes. “Go on, go on and fuck me.”

Suddenly he felt Jayne’s bare, powerful arm reach around his chest, pulling him back and upwards. And he felt himself sliding down the mercenary’s rock hard cock, leaving Simon gasping with unbridled pleasure. “Oh, Buddha, that’s so, sooo good..” he whispered, he didn’t want it to end, not yet anyway, he knew Jayne was close to coming though, the gun hand’s chest was heaving, breaths coming like a train wreck, and Simon wrapped his arms behind his head and around Jayne’s thick neck.

The mercenary sat down, unable to hold them up any longer, and Simon braced his legs around Jayne’s, while the merc grabbed his hips and raised him higher, lowering him, repeating it. Simon rode the merc, his vision clouded by overwhelming sensation; it was so wrong and so good at the same time.

Jayne moved one hand from Simon’s waist to his hard member, gripped it and began stroking him, and Simon closed his eyes and groaned, the sound in his smaller chest sounding almost like a purr. “Wode tian a,” He moaned, “Don’t stop, just don’t stop, oh god yes, Jayne.”

The heat of Simon’s clenching walls and his words were the only things Jayne needed to keep it going, but he was building up, could not hold on much longer. He knew he was gonna finish before Simon did, but it didn’t matter. He kept hold of Simon’s jiba and was pulling on him, wanting the erstwhile rape victim to enjoy it as much as he was. Simon used his hands to raise and lower himself on Jayne, the sweat pouring off him from the sensation of being fucked so well and the stroking his cock was getting about to throw him into ecstasy. Just a little longer, a little more…

Jayne couldn’t hold it any longer, he grabbed the younger man and, lifting him, threw him down on the bed, grabbing his ass, began pumping even harder, his growling becoming more furious, the building in him stronger, and then it happened, he knew he was going to-
Simon could feel his own building in him as well, the stroking his glands were taking was about to push him over the brink and nothing else mattered…

Jayne came, growling into his ear, a stream of curses flowing in between the growls and panting, and Simon knew his turn was next, the auditory thrashing he was taking was enough alone, from being so pent up…

Simon’s orgasm outlasted Jayne’s, and he groaned into the pillow to keep from waking Sheppard Book or River. He didn’t want to care, but that would be far too awkward, trying to explain things. So his pillow received his affirmation, how good it was and then a few moments later he realized where he’d come, and now he needed to wash his sheets.

That didn’t matter at the moment, though, Jayne rolled off him, laying on the bunk and stretching his legs out, relishing in the healthy fuck he’d just had. Simon turned over, trying not to sit in the wet spot. He couldn’t help it, he had to ask.

“Just what was the point, you were trying to make here?” He asked with a small chuckle.
He ran a hand through his sweat-dampened hair, looking at Jayne and expecting an answer.

The merc sat up, sex flushed from nose to navel. Simon had to admit, it was a good thing to see, he smiled and raised an eyebrow. After a few minutes, Jayne finally spoke up.
“Was trying to teach ya a lesson, bout makin’ fun a‘me…and makin’ Kaylee so gorram upset.” He chuckled again, “Didn’t plan on this…well, going the way it did.”

Simon now had his turn to chuckle. “You mean, you thought I’d be terrified and praying for Mal to show up.” He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Okay, fair’s fair..I was at first and for a moment I did think you we’re going to kill me.” Another laugh. “Then, when you said I needed to shut up at dinner, I figured it was something else.” Jayne closed his eyes, shook his head.

Conned by the Core-boy…he mused…Well, fool me once…”You weren’t ah, supposed to like this...it was supposed to be a wake-up call….”

“For me or you?” Simon asked softly. He looked at Jayne. “Well, where does this leave your plan?” He lay back, looking evenly at the gun hand. Now it was his turn to confess, was this really what he was saying it was…or were there other reasons? After all, he’d just gotten back from his whoring the other day; it wasn’t like he needed the release.

“Mission accomplished, Simon.” Jayne drawled, looked at him. “You can’t say spit now.”

“How’s that?” Simon countered. “All I have to do is scream ‘rape’.”

“All I have to say is you asked me.” Jayne got up, began pulling on his trousers and boots.

“Asked?” the doctor was incredulous…”Never in a million years would I have asked!”

“Try explaining that to the crew, as to why you’re so bad at talkin’ ta girls….” He smirked. “Least Kaylee’s gonna believe me.”

Simon was dumbfounded. He had fallen into the trap, and he didn’t give Jayne that much credit for modifying a plan when it went sour quickly…Jayne tugged on his shirt, smirked as he walked out the door. “Thanks for the fuck, and the leverage, Simon. See ya next week.”

The door closed on Simon’s shocked expression…

End.