Fic: Conditioning M/S, NC-17
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kelly_girl
Title: Conditioning
Pairing: Simon/Mal
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: Not betaed. Written for the brilliant but evil Thetenthmuse1.
Summary: It's routine now.
Conditioning
Mal ignored the whimpers as he steadily fucked Simon into the cheap sheets that covered the hotel’s rickety bed. The whimpers grew and Mal hitched Simon’s hips closer and continued. Over the last year he’d grown to learn Simon’s cries and pleas like he knew his ship. He couldn’t fix the engine, but he knew when something was wrong. He refused to think the same of Simon. He’d fix him, or they were going to break together.
“Please, Mal, please, I promise. I won’t do it again.” Simon cried out and hiccupped, as the bed knocked against the wall. Environmental controls were shoddy and the room was thick with heat. Mal ran a thumb up Simon’s spine and licked the sweat he gathered. Simon tasted like fancy lotion and a slight taint of alcohol. Simon was tight and all Mal wanted to do was come, and get them both out of here. But that’s not how it worked. Simon with his core-worlder ways had to be so fuckin’ difficult.
Boy never knew what he wanted but when he found it, he wanted it like a kid wanted candy, all the time, and as much as he wanted, even if it made him sick. Mal liked fucking Simon. Even if it was a means to control and keep the good Doc. Mal had stumbled onto Simon’s secret one memorable night when they’d needed to leave quickly, and Mal had interrupted Simon’s quality time with a whore.
He’d been shocked, but after some teasing, he’d been curious. Simon had been cautious. But after Mal made Simon suck him off in the infirmary, he’d become as docile as a puppy. Sometimes, Simon got mad. Sometimes he stole a shuttle and left. Mal always went after him, fucked him raw, and brought him back. It worked for them.
Mal squeezed Simon’s hips and sped up. A few more shallow thrusts, followed by some deep ones, and Mal reached for Simon’s cock and untied the leather strip. Simon yelled and bucked. Mal held on as he came with Mal’s name on his lips. Simon’s body relaxed and became pliable. Mal shuddered and reached for the same control that had helped him in the war. He pulled out of Simon and flipped him over. Hazel eyes watched his every move.
He straddled Simon’s chest and jerked himself off rough and quick. He muttered a quiet curse and shot onto Simon’s chest and neck. He closed his eyes in pleasure as Simon stretched to catch some on his tongue.
Mal got his breathing under control before he got up off the bed. He threw the outfit he’d bought with him at Simon. Simon’s other clothes were gone, like the other times Mal had tracked him to these whorehouses. Once the owners saw Simon and heard his requests, they did everything to make as much money off of him as possible. Mal glanced at the two-way mirror but knew there was no one behind it. He’d cleared everyone out and locked it down before he’d come in here.
“Get dressed. We’re leaving. Next time you pull this crap, Simon, I’m going to tie you up and leave you in my bunk for a solid week.” He smirked as Simon’s eyes lit up. Mal grabbed him by the back of the neck and led him out the door. “Matter of fact, I’ll go ahead and do that when we get back.” He didn’t ask Simon if it was okay. Simon would love it and Mal had crossed that line from tolerance to need a long time ago. He figured he had Simon almost trained to stop running, just like Simon had him trained to chase him no matter what.
End.
Pairing: Simon/Mal
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: Not betaed. Written for the brilliant but evil Thetenthmuse1.
Summary: It's routine now.
Conditioning
Mal ignored the whimpers as he steadily fucked Simon into the cheap sheets that covered the hotel’s rickety bed. The whimpers grew and Mal hitched Simon’s hips closer and continued. Over the last year he’d grown to learn Simon’s cries and pleas like he knew his ship. He couldn’t fix the engine, but he knew when something was wrong. He refused to think the same of Simon. He’d fix him, or they were going to break together.
“Please, Mal, please, I promise. I won’t do it again.” Simon cried out and hiccupped, as the bed knocked against the wall. Environmental controls were shoddy and the room was thick with heat. Mal ran a thumb up Simon’s spine and licked the sweat he gathered. Simon tasted like fancy lotion and a slight taint of alcohol. Simon was tight and all Mal wanted to do was come, and get them both out of here. But that’s not how it worked. Simon with his core-worlder ways had to be so fuckin’ difficult.
Boy never knew what he wanted but when he found it, he wanted it like a kid wanted candy, all the time, and as much as he wanted, even if it made him sick. Mal liked fucking Simon. Even if it was a means to control and keep the good Doc. Mal had stumbled onto Simon’s secret one memorable night when they’d needed to leave quickly, and Mal had interrupted Simon’s quality time with a whore.
He’d been shocked, but after some teasing, he’d been curious. Simon had been cautious. But after Mal made Simon suck him off in the infirmary, he’d become as docile as a puppy. Sometimes, Simon got mad. Sometimes he stole a shuttle and left. Mal always went after him, fucked him raw, and brought him back. It worked for them.
Mal squeezed Simon’s hips and sped up. A few more shallow thrusts, followed by some deep ones, and Mal reached for Simon’s cock and untied the leather strip. Simon yelled and bucked. Mal held on as he came with Mal’s name on his lips. Simon’s body relaxed and became pliable. Mal shuddered and reached for the same control that had helped him in the war. He pulled out of Simon and flipped him over. Hazel eyes watched his every move.
He straddled Simon’s chest and jerked himself off rough and quick. He muttered a quiet curse and shot onto Simon’s chest and neck. He closed his eyes in pleasure as Simon stretched to catch some on his tongue.
Mal got his breathing under control before he got up off the bed. He threw the outfit he’d bought with him at Simon. Simon’s other clothes were gone, like the other times Mal had tracked him to these whorehouses. Once the owners saw Simon and heard his requests, they did everything to make as much money off of him as possible. Mal glanced at the two-way mirror but knew there was no one behind it. He’d cleared everyone out and locked it down before he’d come in here.
“Get dressed. We’re leaving. Next time you pull this crap, Simon, I’m going to tie you up and leave you in my bunk for a solid week.” He smirked as Simon’s eyes lit up. Mal grabbed him by the back of the neck and led him out the door. “Matter of fact, I’ll go ahead and do that when we get back.” He didn’t ask Simon if it was okay. Simon would love it and Mal had crossed that line from tolerance to need a long time ago. He figured he had Simon almost trained to stop running, just like Simon had him trained to chase him no matter what.
End.
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Date: 2007-04-19 10:52 am (UTC)You weren't seriously expecting something more coherent than that as a reaction right?
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Date: 2009-04-14 08:25 am (UTC)Delightfully sexy and thuggish and OMG when Mal flipped him over?
GUH.
I don't think I've ever read that conclusion before...Great read.