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Fic -- Firefly -- Batteries Not Included (remix) 5/5 -- Jayne/Kaylee -- 18

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 20:48:01 GMT

Title: Batteries Not Included (the very extended version) (5/5)
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee + various threesomes and mention of other non canon pairings
Word count: 6.100/30,000
Warnings: Little bit of slash
Rating: 18
Disclaimers: Joss is boss. I am his minion.
Beta: The fabulous mercsgoodgirl
Summary: Porny soap opera telling the story of Jayne and Kaylee complete with threesomes, fluff and angst.

Dedicated to mercsgoodgirl who once asked me to write a certain scene involving Jayne and Kaylee ;) and to bookaddict43 who gave me a prompt for a drabble which became this 30k fluff fest.

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Batteries Not Included (5)

A week later Serenity lands on Nova Six to a welcome reception that seems more suitable for Core dignitaries than a bunch of ruffians. A swarm of folk rush towards the spaceship and as soon as the ramp is lowered there’s a pile of unruly kids bundling inside with the crew fending them off in true pirate fashion.

When Kaylee disembarks she’s amazed to find that the first person she sees is her mother. The woman is stumbling towards her with tears in her eyes, almost tripping over both feet in her eagerness to lay hands on her daughter again. “Kaywinnit Lee Frye, you are a sight for sore eyes, but a skinny one at that.”

“Hi, Momma.” Kaylee throws her arms around the woman who she hasn’t seen for real in a good many years. She looks older, but well and happy and that’s all that matters far as Kaylee can see.

“Now where’s this feller of yours?”

Kaylee looks to her left and points out Jayne who is currently being swamped by a whole bunch of his family then, before she has a chance to say anything, the rest of her kin turn up to welcome her and it’s a long time ‘til either of them can get around to meeting their new in-laws.

She’s nervous when Jayne finally introduces her to his ma, although it’s apparent from early on that she has no need to be. Whilst Jayne takes after his father physically, Kaylee soon realises that he’s inherited a lot of maternal character traits. Jayne’s mother is as sweet natured and protective as her eldest child; it also turns out that she’s just as blunt.

“You said your girl was plump, Mrs Frye, but she ain’t got an ounce of fat on her. We’ll have to get the dress altered.”

Kaylee bursts out laughing at the expression on Jayne’s face.

“This is my pa,” he says as Kaylee shakes hands with an older, more serious looking version of her fiancé.

“Pleased to meet you,” she says and is a little intimidated when the man hardly says a word in reply and then wanders off.

“Don’t mind him,” says Jayne. “Ma says he’s got too much work on at present.”

“Or maybe he’s just plain rude,” says a scrawny blond haired man with an engaging smile and an amused gleam in his myopic blue eyes.

“And this here’s my little brother Mattie.” Jayne stands between the two of them, looking proudly from one to the other.

“So you finally came home, Jayne,” Mattie says with a wink. “I was beginning to think you were a figment of my imagination.”

“Just giving you time to find your feet,” Jayne answers, slapping his brother on the back hard enough to give him a coughing fit. “Sorry there, kid,” he says with a rueful look.

“I’m fine,” replies Matthew. “The doc gave me a clean bill of health less than a month ago.” He turns his attention to Kaylee, looking her up and down approvingly and it ain’t hard to recognize a hint of Jayne in them eyes. “Well then, you’re the crazy girl who’s decided to make an honest man out of my brother.”

“Honest may be an exaggeration,” interrupts Mal as he’s walking past and, guffawing with laughter, Jayne drags the captain away, introducing him around to all of his folks and as many of Kaylee’s family as he can remember.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mattie,” says Kaylee shaking the man’s hand which is soft and callous free. “What kind of work do you do?” she asks, filled with curiosity at how different he seems to Jayne.

“I’m a lawyer,” he answers with a wry grin and Kaylee can’t help but laugh at such a mismatched pair of brothers.

“Manda!” Mattie shouts suddenly. “Come and meet Jayne’s girl.”

The woman who approaches them is dark haired and very pretty, in fact she reminds Kaylee a little of River. A toddler, who has to be the spitting image of Jayne when he was a child, is clinging tightly to her, making walking difficult and she’s carrying a baby in her arms.

“Kaylee, this is my wife, Manda,” says Mattie as he removes the limpet-like little boy from where he’s attached himself to her leg.

“Hi there.” Manda leans forward and kisses her on the cheek. “I’m still trying to catch a glimpse of Jayne to see how much he’s changed since I last saw him.”

“He’s too tall to be missed,” replies Kaylee, but she’s so transfixed by the baby that she can’t look away long enough to point Jayne out. “Your children are beautiful.”

“This one’s Jimmy,” says Manda, ruffling the head of dark curls that belong to the shy toddler who’s burying his head in his father’s jacket. “And the youngest is Louise, named after Mattie and Jayne’s ma. Would you like to hold her?”

Kaylee nods eagerly, taking the baby in her arms and tucking the blanket around her.

“This isn’t the whole family,” explains Mattie. “The older ones in our tribe are off causing trouble.”

But try as hard as she might Kaylee can’t pay attention to his words, unable to concentrate on anything but baby Louise who is staring up at her with big blue eyes. “She’s so perfect,” she says, blinking away tears as the tiny girl clutches her finger.

It’s the saddest, happiest, most wonderful introduction to her new family that Kaylee could ever imagine.

~~~

Mal weren’t wrong when he said there were a million Cobbs. There seem to be at least that many present and the funniest thing of all is that they mix right in with Kaylee’s family as if they’re cut from the same piece of cloth.

There’re so many folk staying here that they have to set up trestle tables in the garden for meal times and Kaylee doesn’t have a moment to spare that isn’t filled with chattering women, crying babies, food preparation, dressmaking and flowers. She don’t get to see Jayne during the day when he’s off with the men and, worst of all, they ain’t even allowed to sleep together at nights. In fact they ain’t even in the same house. She’s staying with the rest of her family in a big old homestead about a mile away from the Cobb place where even at night times she ain’t got a moment to think seeing as she’s sharing a room with several of her female cousins.

They’ve been on Nova Six for four days before Kaylee finally gets a chance to breathe. Sitting on the steps of the wraparound porch she watches the second moon appear from behind the mountain and revels in the fact that, for once, everything is absolutely silent.

“You okay, Kaylee?” asks her mother some time later. “You’ve been out here for an age. You ain’t having second thoughts, are you?”

“No, Momma.” Kaylee smiles over her shoulder. “Just missing having my man around is all.”

“You’ll see enough of him soon. Just think how long your father and I have been married and we ain’t hardly spent a night apart.”

“I know, but we been so close living on Serenity for all these years that it’s seems kind of worrisome not having him nearby.”

Her mother sits next to her on the porch steps and hands her a cup of warm milk. “Maybe this’ll calm you down enough to get some sleep.”

Kaylee sips at the drink, wondering how she could have ever stomached something so revolting when she was young.

“Do you like Jayne, Momma?” she asks nervously. It’s the first time she’s actually plucked up the courage to ask.

Her mother smiles serenely. “Of course I do. Do you really think I’d be encouraging this if I wasn’t certain he was the one for you? I was worried about how much older he was, but now I’ve met him that ain’t the case at all. He’s a good choice.”

“I think so too.” Kaylee watches the sky darken and traces the outline of the distant mountain with her finger. Nova Six is more beautiful than she ever imagined -- empty and peaceful. At least it will be once this wedding is over.

There’s another spell of silence and then her mother pipes up again. “I would’ve been a lot more worried if it was that Core doctor you was getting wed to.”

Kaylee tries to stifle the giggles, but they burst free. “To tell you the truth, Momma, I was keen on Simon for a while, but I found out he ain’t my type. He’s nice enough though.”

“I’m sure he is,” says her mother. “They all are. Did you hear we’ve finally persuaded that captain of yours to stay for the ceremony?”

Kaylee slips an arm around her mother’s shoulder. “You are the best and you always will be,” she says, taking another tentative sip at the contents of her mug, “but there’s no way I can drink this… even for you.”

“You’re turning down fresh milk? No wonder you’re so skinny. Still, I bet there’s a feller over there who won’t say no to it.”

Kaylee peers out into the darkness and as soon as she sees Jayne sauntering up the path, all thoughts of milk are forgotten and she puts the cup down and runs like streak of lightning into his arms.

“Wo ai ren,” she breathes.

The slow kiss that follows ain’t about sex. These few days that they’ve been apart have shown Kaylee once again how very much in love she is. She’s missed being with Jayne as much as rutting with him and she’s about to tell him exactly that when he pulls away and looks at her with worried eyes.

“I’m here to say sorry,” he says and he looks so miserable that all of a sudden Kaylee’s scared out her wits.

Has she done something wrong? Are they not getting married any more? When Jayne finally opens his mouth to start speaking again, Kaylee’s shaking like a leaf.

“I never did reckon on how difficult it might be for you being around Mattie and all his kids,” he continues in that sorrowful way.

Kaylee frowns and pinches him sharply under his ribcage. “You really are a big dolt just like I always thought,” she says crossly. “You had me all worried that you were about to break up with me.” She takes his arm and slowly they wander down the path that winds its way towards town.

“Me?” He sounds shocked to the core of his being. “I’d never… Do you know how long I been in love with you, girl?”

“No.” Kaylee’s mystified by this remark.

“Only since the day I met you when you laughed at me over the table and asked if I ever stopped eating.”

Kaylee remembers it clearly. She can picture the big man staring shyly up at her and then slamming that piece of cake back onto the plate. Since then he’s been there watching out for her, holding her when she needed it, carrying her when she needed it, keeping her safe always.

“I wish I could marry you right gorram now, Jayne Cobb,” she says, chewing at her lip when she realises that she ain’t always been there for him.

“Just a few more days,” he murmurs reassuringly and it’s only then she notices that they’ve instinctively come to a halt outside the chapel.

The white wooden building looms over them like a ghost from its raised position on the peak of the small hill that lies just outside town. In three days time they’ll be standing in front of all their family and friends, making vows to each other that Kaylee intends to keep for the rest of her life and for the first time since they’ve arrived on this planet she feels elated at the idea of the ceremony.

Up until now even trying on the dress hasn’t filled her with any joy. She’d always dreamt that one day she’d be standing at the altar, dressed up to the nines in a fancy frock but the approach of the big day has been giving her a severe case of the jitters. She ain’t a frilly kind of a person how ever much she once thought she could be. She ain’t a person who likes drawing attention to herself neither. She simply wants to be with Jayne.

Tonight, however, Kaylee’s back to being that excited little girl again and she don’t have a clue why. “I love everything about this place,” she says as they ascend the steps and then sit amongst the gravestones, holding hands like kids and looking out at the inky-black sky.

She thinks about Mattie and Manda and their flock of babies and knows that they could be safe and happy here on Nova Six. They could bring up a family, Jayne could go into business with his pa and they’d never have to eat protein bars ever again.

“Can we stay?” she asks quietly.

Jayne nods. “Can’t think of a reason why not.”

~~~

Three days later Kaylee’s standing in her momma’s temporary bedroom, staring in astonishment at her reflection in the full length mirror. She’s wearing this simple, white dress that don’t have a single ruffle nor frill in sight. There are some kind of blue and white flowers twisted into her hair--engine parts are so much easier to remember than plants--and she’s looking happier than she’s ever looked in her life.

“Meimei, you are so beautiful,” says Inara as she enters the room and there’s a chorus of agreement from all these wonderful womenfolk who are here to see her take the biggest and most astounding step of her life.

Kaylee looks around at a sea of family and friends and suddenly she comes over all weepy.

“Don’t cry,” insists River. “Tears will spoil the make up then you’ll be late and Jayne will growl like a bear.”

Kaylee laughs, pulling the girl in for a hug and she wants to whisper some kind of secret goodbye, but her and Jayne have agreed to wait until after they’re married to tell everyone their plans. River probably knows everything anyway.

“Come on then, Miss Frye, let’s get you to that the church,” says her momma in business-like fashion and as she takes her by the hand and leads her down the stairs Kaylee tries to imagine what’s it’s been like for her parents having their only daughter traveling round the ‘verse for the last few years.

“I love you, Momma,” she says softly as they step out onto the porch.

Her mother reddens a little and wipes a tear away before answering. “I love you too, Kaywinnit and I am so proud of you. You make the prettiest bride in the world.”

The sun shines brilliantly down on them as a blessing and they walk in a group to the chapel, chattering and laughing and now that the fit of sadness is over Kaylee can’t help but smile at how wonderful everything is.

Her father is waiting for her at the church entrance and as the latecomers hurry in to find their seats Kaylee takes his arm. “Ready for this, pop?” she asks.

“I think I’m supposed to be asking you that question.” He leans in and kisses her cheek. “But I know the answer already from the look on your face.”

As the music starts up Kaylee finds she’s shaking a little, although it’s anticipation rather than nerves that’s the cause of it. Then as she and her father prepare for the walk up the aisle he whispers in her ear, “You could at least have married a man with an interest in mechanics. That feller of yours don’t know a Trace Compression Block from a Gurstler, shame on him.”

Because of this Kaylee announces her arrival to the congregation with a loud peal of laughter and Jayne immediately looks around and beams at her. There’s so much love and happiness flying around that little church that Kaylee swears she can taste it and when she finally arrives at Jayne’s side she can’t help but hug him. In fact it’s only a withering look from the elderly church minister that persuades her not to embark on a lengthy kissing session.

As expected Jayne messes up his vows. Tongue tied in knots he gives up, snapping out some mandarin curses and a grouchy, “I ain’t the sort for long sentences nor speechifying.” A few whispered words from Matthew help him through to the end of the service.

None of this matters though because in just a few short minutes the ceremony is over and finally Kaylee and Jayne get to kiss and kiss and then kiss some more. After that everything passes by in a whirl. Names get signed on dotted lines and photographs and captures are taken by the hundred for posterity. At one point, Kaylee has baby Louise in her arms, Jayne is holding shy little Jimmy, who has taken a real shine to his uncle, and they’re all standing in the steps of the chapel like a ready made family.

The party is being held in the town square and having returned the children to their rightful owners, Jayne and Kaylee walk hand in hand to where the celebrations are taking place.

“How’s it feel to be an old married lady, Mrs Cobb?” Jayne lets go of her hand and wraps his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in for yet another kiss.

“It’s the shiniest thing in the verse,” she answers, “’though I hope you ain’t reckoning on me going all respectable now.”

“Be gorram disappointed if’n you did.”

The week’s enforced celibacy becomes too much for Kaylee to deal with and she almost faints with longing. “Do we have to go to this party?” she asks coyly, reaching a hand down and stroking Jayne’s cock through his suit pants, causing him to stop dead in his tracks.

“Gonna be coming rather than going if you don’t quit doing that.”

His voice comes out as a low warning rumble and that excites Kaylee more than ever. Teasing down the zipper of his fly she wriggles her hand inside, running her fingers over his hot, hard ji ba.

“Kaylee, you gotta stop this or else-” Lost for words Jayne spins her around, pushing her off the path and up against the trunk of one of the many trees that line the borders of the street.

Tugging up her dress, Jayne rucks the material up into a wad then, with a wicked leer on his face, he grips the elastic of her panties and is just about to rip them off her when she stops him with a quick shake of the head. She might be saying no, but this doesn’t stop her from wanting him so bad that she can feel the wetness building inside her and when he brushes his fingertip over her puffed up labia she’s so desperate to get fucked it ain’t true.

“I suggest you leave the sexing ‘til later,” says a voice from beside them. “Some folks in town are hunting around for a happy couple to toast.”

“Yes, Cap’n.” Kaylee blushes and pulls down her dress swiftly.

“We was about to get all kinds of happy,” grumbles Jayne.

“That ain’t the kind I meant.” Mal rolls his eyes, but then most unexpectedly he pulls the pair of them in for a hug. “I ain’t saying I like this any more’n I like Zoë and Wash being hitched, still I reckon congratulations are in order,” he says with a rare smile.

“Thanks, Mal.” Jayne’s beaming from ear to ear like he’s just got lucky at the gaming tables, but suddenly Kaylee don’t feel quite so cheerful.

She follows the two men down the street, hanging back a ways so they don’t see that she’s coming over all weepy again. This ain’t like her at all. All through the wedding breakfast she’s totally self absorbed and when Book and the Simon come over to give her a hug she can’t stop the tears from flowing.

“Just so happy,” she sobs into her bouquet of blue and white flowers.

Drink flows and the party becomes more raucous. The speeches, especially Wash’s, go down particularly well and when it comes time for Jayne to thank everyone, Kaylee stands up with him.

“You’ve all done me and my girl, that is to say my wife proud,” says Jayne. “And we can’t thank you enough.” He clears his throat. “We’ve had such a wonderful time back here with you and all the young uns and, well, Kaylee and I been thinking that we’d maybe like to start our own family some time soon and would love to come back and settle here-”

“When the time is right,” Kaylee interjects. She turns to look at Jayne and for the first time sees how handsome he is in his wedding suit. “You’re looking mighty shuai, today,” she says with a cheeky grin. “Got all gussied up just for me, did you?”

“Some of it for you, but mostly ‘cause my ma made me,” Jayne says with a wink in the direction of the Cobbs.

“Anyway, xingan, I ain’t certain that the time is exactly right for us to settle just yet,” Kaylee continues. “So maybe we should wait a while longer before we make hasty decisions.”

The firm kiss on the lips tells Kaylee that Jayne’s in complete agreement and the strangest speech in the history of weddings ends with a round of applause and a series of toasts to the bride and groom that go on for many hours.

As evening begins to draw in and lanterns are lit all around the town square, the trestle tables are packed away and any food that’s left over is taken back to the kitchens of the hotel. A group of musicians cluster together on a small raised platform and as they tune their instruments and then strike up a song, the drinking and the dancing begins for serious.

Kaylee ain’t much of a dancer--not like River who’s a whirling dervish with an endless supply of partners--although she has one less left foot than her new husband who’s still trying to learn to keep his big shoes away from her toes. They opt for just swaying together to the music and it’s such a lulling kind of a motion that if Kaylee closes her eyes she’s able to forget that she and Jayne aren’t the only ones here.

“Think anyone’ll notice if we take a rain check from this party,” whispers Jayne, his breath tickling her ear and making her skin prickle with delight.

Kaylee looks around at the crowd of happy folk. “Reckon not,” she says. “Where do we escape to?”

It’s been arranged that they’ll spend their wedding night in the hotel, but neither Jayne nor Kaylee are really keen on that idea mostly because it’s right on the square and, according to Jayne, is notorious for having thin walls and creaky beds. However the other options are not so great either. Neither of the houses they’re staying in are particularly peaceful at present, Kaylee’s not fond of the idea of spending the first night of her honeymoon in a barn and she sure ain’t sleeping back in their bunk on Serenity.

“I got somewhere in mind,” Jayne says, gripping on to her hand. “Need to stop by my ma’s place and fetch a few things first ‘though.”

They take a short cut through town and as they pass by the side entrance to the general store Kaylee catches sight of something surprising. She can tell Jayne’s about to stop and have another gander so she drags him past as quickly and as quietly as she can manage until they come to a halt fifty yards or so up the street.

“Was that who I thought it was?” Jayne asks with a comically exaggerated expression of shock on his face. “That weren’t really Mal and the doc getting sexed, was it?”

Kaylee thinks about how right the two men looked all wrapped up in each other and then everything starts to make sense inside her head. She has a feeling life on board Serenity will be a lot happier from now on, although she ain’t certain how long Inara will stick around now Mal’s gotten around to acting on his true feelings.

“Yeah, it was.” She leans up to kiss Jayne. “Now are you gonna stop thinking about them and start thinking about me, or am I gonna have to smack you on that fine butt of yours?”

“Mal and Simon.” Jayne sighs dreamily and when Kaylee spanks him hard with the palm of her hand he grabs her and lifts her into his arms. Her dress rides up as he pushes her against the wall and Kaylee wishes so much that she weren’t trying to find the perfect place for wedding night sex because the feel of Jayne’s cock resting up against her pussy is driving her to distraction.

“Not here,” she insists, wondering exactly what her husband has planned for the evening. If they can ever get on with it.

“I’m gonna be consummating my marriage inside my pants at this rate,” grumbles Jayne as he lowers Kaylee to the ground.

Kaylee laughs. “Which about serves you right for trying to have me up against every flat surface.”

“Shouldn’t be so gorram tasty then.” Jayne grins then adjusts his cock and they carry on walking up the street that leads out of town.

The Cobb residence is swathed in darkness when they arrive and if’n she didn’t know how full of folk it could get at any second then Kaylee would happily drag Jayne up to bed, ‘though right now her husband is busy searching in drawers and pulling out all kinds of weird stuff.

“A blanket?” Kaylee’s confused.

Jayne looks sheepish. “There’re ain’t no privacy to be had around here so I reckoned we could go back to how it was at the beginning, if you get my meaning. I know this place that’s real nice.”

Kaylee thinks back to how perfect it was that day on Bracken and she smiles with delight, because ‘though it ain’t the most luxurious way to spend a honeymoon, it’s still a romantic plan.

“You get pillows and blankets and I’ll pack up some food,” she says, already on her way to raid the kitchen.

“I love you, Kaylee Cobb,” yells Jayne, loud enough to alert everyone in town to where they are. “And I’m busting to show you how gorram much.”

It don’t take long to collect all the things they need and dusk is still hanging on by a thread as they take the back route out of the property that leads through the woods.

Using a flashlight Kaylee can just about pick her way through the trees, but it’s no easy task. “You ain’t planning on murdering me and burying my body in the wilderness, are you?” she asks with an accompanying giggle that quickly turns into a yelp of fright when Jayne lets out this evil cackle and catches her up in his arms.

“Put me down, you bully,” she squeals as he carries her out through the woods and into this grassy clearing which has a trickling stream running across its boundary.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Jayne puts down the bags then lays Kaylee gently on the grass and straddles her, running a fingertip over her face. “Can’t believe you’re mine,” he says in this hushed voice and there’s so much wonderment there that it makes Kaylee feel like crying again, but this time for all the right reasons.

The moment Jayne slides down next to her the kissing starts up again, slow and languorous as they toy with the buttons on each other’s clothing. Kaylee’s a different person now; the desperation has left and replacing it is this hunger which comes complete with the knowledge that she and Jayne have all the time in the world to sate it.

Arching her body she shivers as Jayne slips the dress over her head and her skin makes contact with the cool ground.

“Need a blanket?” he murmurs, but she shakes her head.

“Nope, it feels good,” she says as she kneels up to finish undressing Jayne, taking her time with him and kissing every exposed piece of skin whilst enjoying the feel of his hands as they wander lazily over her body.

Once they’re both completely stripped of clothing they lie next to each other, illuminated by the moon and the glow from both flashlights. Nothing can be heard here except for the swish of the grass stalks and the burble of water and finally Kaylee discovers the peace that she’s been searching for, although now she understands that it was never about being alone.

Jayne covers her with his body and as they shift restlessly until he’s inside her where he belongs, Kaylee reckons that maybe she’s never made love until today. She clenches tight, feeling him rigid and pulsing within her, and when they begin to move in unison she wants it to be like this forever -- lost in their own small world.

Breathless, Kaylee arches her body with delight and as Jayne kisses her she knows that their own small world has nothing to do with a place. She remembers each time they’ve rutted, every glorious dirty orgasm when they’ve been unable to keep their hands off one another, and with her head full of pictures of the sadness, happiness and fulfillment of their life together, she comes with a soft sigh.

Jayne keeps up the pressure, gliding into her slow and deep, his body glued tightly to hers as he kisses her throat with tiny touches of his lips. Stretching her arms out wide with joy Kaylee thrusts up with her hips then, wrapping herself around Jayne’s body, she pushes on the ground with the sole of her right foot until they roll over onto their sides, never losing the rhythm for the second.

The next part becomes a journey of discovery for Kaylee. Leg raised high she watches wide-eyed as Jayne’s cock enters her body. Resting a hand on his thigh she feels the way his muscles work against one another. She lays a palm on his chest to test the strength of his heartbeat and when he kisses her she knows she’s almost ready to come again. Reaching downwards, she touches the point where they join and the sense of him being in her, pushing inside her, is enough to make Kaylee cry out. It’s so still and quiet here in this sleepy little world of theirs that it seems as if her voice echoes for miles.

Shoving roughly at Jayne until he winds up on his back Kaylee sprawls on top of him, her hands moving possessively over his body. They’re still joined, still moving together, and she lays her head on his chest so that she can hear his heart resonate inside him. His skin is rough and warm against her cheek and she wants to stay this way forever, just rocking against him with his cock filling her up to bursting. Sucking gentle kisses onto his neck, her fingertips go on a wander and as she feels his pulse increase she knows for certain that he’s almost there, drifting on the edge of climax.

Kaylee braces herself on her arms and studies Jayne’s face, reading the depth of emotion in his eyes and watching the way he reacts to being so close for so long. Sweat beads on his forehead and she laps up the droplets then as his lips part her tongue drifts between them and the kiss becomes as slow and rhythmic as love, leaving them both as breathless as each other.

Jayne pulls her close, folding his arms around her until she’s wrapped up safe inside him. He’s shuddering now, muscles taut and shaking, and every part of him is tingling and full of life. She lifts her head wanting to see exactly how he looks, aware that she’s never known him this way before, so raw, so very open and it’s then that the orgasm crashes over her in waves. Jayne’s hot between her legs, hips shunting up to meet hers and she knows when he comes that he’s seeing her in exactly the same way that she sees him.

Nope, she decides. They ain’t never done this before.

~~~

The goodbyes are a long winded process and Kaylee’s gonna miss her old and her new family real bad. Handing baby Louise back to Manda is painful; in just a few days she’s grown attached to the little girl and though she’s aware that it has a lot to do with the grieving process that doesn’t stop it from hurting.

Once the doors are closed and the ship is made ready for take off Kaylee follows Jayne up to the living area and watches him stare at the same page of his manual for far too many minutes than is needed.

“We could’ve stayed if that was what you wanted,” she says quietly, hating the fact that Jayne seems so down.

He looks at her likes he’s waking up out of a dream and then reaches for her hand. “It ain’t that, baobei,” he says. “It was just so gorram good.” He smiles broadly. “Better than I ever expected.”

Jayne falls silent and Kaylee knows that once again he’s thinking that she’s better than he deserves and it just ain’t true. Straddling his thighs she seats herself in his lap and kisses him thoroughly. “Was shiny for me too,” she says with a smile. “Though I ain’t so much thinking of the wedding ceremony, but more a case of what went on afterwards.”

Jayne’s cock hardens instantly and Kaylee thinks about all the times they’ve had sex in this exact place when the ship’s been in night mode and the rest of the crew are asleep.

“See,” she says as she rocks against him. “We don’t have to be back on Nova for things to be good. And anyway we’re still gonna settle there someday, ain’t we?”

“Been meaning to talk to you about that,” says Mal who’s standing in the hatchway listening in to their conversation and he may well be trying to look mad, but Kaylee can see that he’s distracted by the presence of a certain person who’s preparing food for supper.

“You don’t figure it kind of ill mannered to plan on jumping ship without even telling the captain?” Mal folds his arms and quirks an eyebrow.

“We did tell you, as it happens,” says Jayne. “Told everyone at the same time. ‘Sides we got caught up in the moment.” He looks pointedly from Mal to Simon and back again. “And I reckon it weren’t just us neither,” he adds with a wink.

Kaylee pinches Jayne’s ribs because it ain’t their business to go blabbering on about other people’s affairs. Then again the way the cap’n and the doc are smiling at each other it won’t be long before everyone knows. And good for them too, thinks Kaylee.

“We was just planning ahead,” she says by way of explanation. “Nova’s good for bringing up a family and, well, Jayne and I are fixing on having babies someday and I don’t reckon Serenity is the place to be rearing them.”

Mal scratches his nose thoughtfully as he heads for the galley. “Ain’t certain I agree with you about that,” he says. “We have spare rooms in the passenger dorm and there’s plenty of space can be fixed up and made safe. Depends if you want your offspring to be brought up on a back of beyond rock miles away from anywhere or a place you both call home.”

“You saying you’re happy with the idea of a boat full of children?” asks Kaylee and when there’s no immediate answer she glances over toward the kitchen where Mal and Simon are standing as close as they can get to one another without actually being inside each other’s pants.

Smiling happily to herself, Kaylee purses her lips in this self satisfied way ‘cause it’s safe to say that she was right. Life on board Serenity sure is looking to be a whole lot happier from now on.

“Reckon it must be bedtime,” she says, giving Jayne a very dirty kiss and when they get to their feet, tongues and limbs all tangled up together, Kaylee’s certain that they won’t be the only ones on the way to their bunk.

DONE

Fic -- Firefly -- Batteries Not Included (Remix) 4/5 -- Jayne/Kaylee -- 18

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 19:45:32 GMT

Title: Batteries Not Included (the very extended version) (4/5)
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee + various threesomes and mention of other non canon pairings
Word count: 5,400/30,000
Warnings: Little bit of slash
Rating: 18
Disclaimers: Joss is boss. I am his minion.
Beta: The fabulous mercsgoodgirl
Summary: Porny soap opera telling the story of Jayne and Kaylee complete with threesomes, fluff and angst.

Dedicated to mercsgoodgirl who once asked me to write a certain scene involving Jayne and Kaylee ;) and to bookaddict43 who gave me a prompt for a drabble which became this 30k fluff fest.

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three |

Batteries Not Included (4)

There’s two weeks to go before the wedding and surprisingly the atmosphere on board Serenity isn’t the least bit strained. Mal’s been nothing but sweet to both Kaylee and Jayne, probably trying to make amends, and Kaylee’s taken advantage of this in a way that she hopes Jayne will enjoy very much.

“Who’s in charge of the bachelor party?” asks Wash. “I’m thinking it’s gonna be pretty difficult to find something dirty enough to shock Jayne.”

Kaylee smiles secretly to herself as she makes a list of her favourite foods to send to Jayne’s ma. “You ain’t gotta worry about that,” she says. “It’s all been taken care of.” Jayne ain’t the only one who can organize a surprise and this is something that she knows he’ll get a kick out of.

Inara has helped her fix everything; in fact they even discussed whether she should be the Companion of choice, but both decided early on it could lead to some problems. Kaylee’s a little sad over this because she’s long fancied the idea of having sex with Inara. They may be close friends, but that would only be a good thing as far as Kaylee’s concerned. There’d be none of the awkwardness of not knowing each other. Still that ain’t to be.

Right now Kaylee’s sitting in Inara’s shuttle sharing tea and talk with her friend while she laps up the heady atmosphere in here and thinks ‘bout how much fun she’s gonna have later. “I still wish it was going to be you,” she says, sighing happily as Inara massages her neck with deliciously scented oils.

“Truthfully, so do I.” Inara presses a delicate kiss on the shell of Kaylee’s ear. “But Elinae is wonderful and, trust me, you’ll both have the most wonderful time ever.”

“I can’t wait for Jayne to find out. A real registered Companion.” Kaylee’s face lights up.

“I envy you.” Inara pushes Kaylee forward and raises her tee-shirt, rubbing slow circles onto her back. “I think it must be wonderful to have the kind of relationship where you can share everything -- even your bachelor party.”

“Ain’t sure what Jayne thinks of the idea yet,” laughs Kaylee, ‘though she knows for certain he’ll love his surprise far more than a few beers, a stripper and a bar fight.

Later Kaylee kidnaps Jayne from the crew deck where Zoë’s trying to teach him to play chess. “Time to get dressed up, ai ren. I’m taking you on a mystery tour.”

Jayne looks confused and stares around at the rest of the folk who are present in the dining area, but they all look as blank as he does.

“All I know is that Kaylee wants to borrow you and my shuttle,” says Mal a mite quietly for him. “So you’d best make the most of it while I’m feeling generous.”

Kaylee can’t keep the grin off her face as she tugs at Jayne’s hand to get him to hurry up then almost bouncing with excitement she shoves him down the ladder and into their bunk. Still looking as puzzled as ever he collects his wash things and heads for the bathroom then while he’s showering she picks out some clothes for him, deep blue shirt and black pants, shiny black boots and a sharp looking vest. Once upon a time this was his best whoring outfit; now they’re going whoring higher class than Jayne would ever have thought possible.

Laying his outfit on the bed Kaylee slips out of her coveralls and into the dress she’s bought especially for tonight which is slinkily tight, a deep emerald green in colour and indecently short. Inara helped her pick it out and Kaylee wonders if the Companion would have chosen such a daring item if she was aware that Kaylee rarely wears panties anymore. It ain’t worth the effort of buying underwear when you have a man whose favourite hobby is tearing them off with his teeth.

Jayne emerges wrapped in a short towel, clean, dried his face smooth shaven except for the goatee which is trimmed to perfection. “Kaylee,” he groans as he sets eyes on her.

She slips into high heeled shoes, checking herself over in the mirror, then turns to look at him, smiling at the expression on his face and the impressive erection that’s pushing apart the folds of terrycloth.

Narrowing the gap between them Jayne takes Kaylee in his arms and lifts her, the knob of his cock searching out that delicious wet cleft between her legs and, wo de ma, she wants to rut, she’s aching to rut so badly, but the thought of what’s on offer this evening makes her rein in her urges.

“Put me down and get dressed,” she says. “I got plans for you.”

Jayne almost does as he’s told, but at the last minute he kneels before her, brushing his mouth over her pussy and tonguing her clit until she’s breathing rapidly and coasting on the edge of a climax.

“D’you want to come now?” he asks, looking up at her and with his lips all wet from her juices and his ji ba rearing up slick and hard and ready to ride, Kaylee ain’t certain she has it in her to wait, but, gorramit, she’s going to.

“Not yet,” she breathes, but when he gives her clit one final swift suck she’s so close that she’s trembling.

Moving away from the danger zone Kaylee leans against the ladder, watching Jayne get dressed and imagining how handsome he’s gonna look on the day of their wedding. The closer it draws the more excited she gets. She’s never wanted anything as much as to become Mrs Jayne Cobb -- except maybe one chance to hold her lost baby, but tonight ain’t the night for sad thoughts like that.

Stepping aside to allow Jayne up the ladder, Kaylee smacks him on the butt and then ascends the rungs after him. She’s so thrilled by the idea of what lies ahead for them that the wetness spills out of her and trickles down her thighs and it’s a heck of an effort not to give in to temptation and rub herself off against the shaft of the ladder. One touch of that cold metal would have her reaching instant climax.

“Can tell how close you are,” murmurs Jayne as he closes the hatch. “Wanna explain to me what’s got you in heat?”

“Wait and see,” says Kaylee, letting her tight dress ride up just a small amount until she knows he can see her butt cheeks as she leads the way to the shuttle.

“Kaylee, you keep doing that and I’m gonna have to fuck you right here,” he warns and she smiles happily, loving the way they’re so in tune with each other.

Going through all the instructions in her mind, Kaylee takes the pilot seat then checks her purse for credits, idents and Skytel reservation cards. Wouldn’t do to land and then have no idea where the meeting is to take place.

“Don’t I even get to fly us there?” Jayne whines, leaning over and kissing her neck then straightening up so that when she looks over her shoulder to answer him, his hard cock is prominently displayed in those tight pants, temptingly close to her mouth.

“You ain’t piloting this thing, Jayne and I ain’t sucking you off neither, so sit down, buckle up and behave.”

Kaylee grins when Jayne obeys her instantly. He always responds so well to her dominating him and it’s a game she’s looking forward to taking further at some point, but right now she needs to stop thinking about sex and concentrate on flying this shuttle. She ain’t a top class pilot that’s for sure, but she’s better at it than Jayne, who flies about as well as he cooks supper.

Within minutes they break atmo of Beaumonde and land at the docking station on New Dunsmir. The Skytel they’re staying in is just a short walk and as soon as they arrive Kaylee can see that it ain’t the kind of place they’re used to--a step up from their usual hang outs--and she’s glad she bothered to dress up. Folk on more civilized worlds have a way of making her feel common and stupid, but if she ever told Jayne that she knows he’d just go and hit every high class person within arm’s reach.

The hotel is swarming with life; Kaylee hangs on to Jayne’s elbow--both for confidence and to steady her on her heels--and then, a little awkwardly, they walk through the entrance hall and up to the automated reception. While she’s filling in details and collecting the keycard, Jayne is checking his guns and as each weapon is locked away in the safe Kaylee can see his confidence diminishing.

“There ain’t nothing to be worried about,” she says wrapping an arm around his waist. “I swear.”

“So many fancy people here,” he mutters uncertainly and Kaylee knows again what a good match he is for her. Both of them try and front it out, acting all brash, but underneath things ain’t so cut and dried.

“Less people in our room,” she whispers, taking his arm again as they weave their way through the crowd that’s milling in front of the elevator.

The moment they reach their floor Kaylee is struck by a sudden, terrifying thought. Both she and Jayne appear to be as nervous as all hell around Core type folk and yet she’s gone and made arrangements to have sex with a registered Companion -- the kind of person who wouldn’t normally even speak to the likes of them, let alone get down to some rutting. What has she gone and done? She freezes outside the door to their suite, dropping the keycard and wishing the floor would swallow her up.

Jayne retrieves it and swipes the lock. “What’s got you so jittery, girl?” he asks. “This is just a hotel room.” Pushing open the door he strides in with Kaylee following behind him like a lamb to the slaughter, but before she can dare look around she hears something which makes her head spin and her eyes close tight shut in confusion.

“’Nara, what in gorram hell are you doing here?”

“Ni hao, Jayne,” says a familiar voice. “I thought perhaps that you’d both enjoy some time with a Companion as a wedding gift.”

Kaylee opens her eyes just a slit to see if this is real. The suite of rooms is nothing like any hotel she’s ever been in. It’s dark and colourful with couches to relax on and draperies hung everywhere. Most surprising of all is that Inara is here pouring out cups of rice wine from a jug and handing them around. “Where’s Elinae?” asks Kaylee as she takes the drink from her friend. Inara must be here to make introductions or some such thing. Kaylee ain’t up on the etiquette of the Guild.

Just for a second Inara loses her composure. “If you’d be happier with her then I still have time to alter the arrangements,” she says coolly.

Gorramit! Kaylee could kick herself for being so dumb at times. “No, that ain’t what I meant, ‘Nara. You know it ain’t.” She sits on the bed, patting the mattress beside her and despite the slightly affronted expression on her face Inara perches next to her.

“Let me explain,” Kaylee continues. “I was just worried ‘cause of what we talked about. About the captain being upset I mean. But we can do this and keep quiet. Leastways I know I can.” Kaylee looks at Jayne who’s playing it safe and keeping well out of this, but one glance is enough for Kaylee to know how turned on he is by the idea.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice thickly coated with arousal. “I can do that.”

“Thank you,” says Inara and she leans in to kiss Kaylee with lips that look and taste just like cherries. “But that won’t be necessary. Mal and I have finally had that long overdue talk and we both agree that there really is nothing between us except friendship.”

“Oh god, ‘Nara. I’m so glad. I’m so glad it’s you. I was real nervous about this.” Kaylee reaches for Inara’s mouth, opening up and dipping her tongue between them full red lips. She’s had sex with other girls, but not for a long time now and it’s something she’s always enjoyed very much. She’s never felt a hint of love, other than platonic, for a woman, but the softness and mutual pleasuring is something she adores.

“Jayne, would you like to join us?” Inara holds out both hands to the big man who steps eagerly towards them, resting his butt on the edge of the bed and taking off his boots.

“I’ll just watch for now if’n that’s okay,” he says, lying on his side and leaning up on one elbow.

“That will be fine,” says Inara and Kaylee thinks there’s a hint of disbelief in the Companion’s eyes. She’s always been surprised when Kaylee’s told her about Jayne being a very considerate lover. A long time ago, when she and Inara used to gossip about sex lives of the crew, they always imagined that the mercenary only paid for rutting because he wanted to get it over and done quick with so he could go ahead and get liquored up. Turns out they were very wrong.

“You look beautiful,meimei.” Inara leans in and eases down the top of Kaylee’s dress until her breasts are revealed, full and tanned to a soft shade of golden brown from where she and Jayne enjoy as much outdoor sex as possible any time they hit dirt.

Jayne heaves in a deep fortifying breath as Inara leans in and presses delicate kisses to Kaylee’s nipples, tonguing each bud of rosy flesh in turn until it hardens. The girl’s fingers wander lazily over Kaylee’s body raising the hem of her dress and smiling with approval as she discovers the lack of underwear.

“Sexy ain’t she,” murmurs Jayne and when Inara nods in absolute agreement Kaylee feels so gorram good about herself. Nothing can get shinier than having both her fiancé and one of her best friends admiring her in this way.

Inara removes Kaylee’s dress with a touch so feather light that Kaylee can hardly feel the material sliding free from her body. Once she’s naked Inara encourages her to lie supine on the bed and Kaylee does as she’s told raising one knee and parting her legs just enough so Inara can see how aroused she is.

The Companion ghosts her palm over Kaylee’s bush of hair and then turns to speak to Jayne. “Will you undress me, please?” she asks.

Kaylee catches a look of excitement from the big man; they’ve hardly spoken a word to each other since they’ve been in the room and yet this only makes her realise exactly how aware she is of him all the time. He’s a huge presence in her life, making her feel protected and loved, and she smiles reassuringly at him as he rests nervous hands on Inara’s shoulders then slowly begins to unwrap the crimson sari from her body.

Dressed only a pair of flimsy lace panties, Inara reaches for a bottle of scented massage oil. Pouring some into her cupped hand she replaces the lid and rubs her palms together then as she passes the bottle to Jayne she notices that he too has undressed and studies his naked body with an appreciative stare.

The look convinces Kaylee that, despite some of her negative words, Inara has always had an urge to rut with Jayne. He’s an impressive man: big in every way, as masculine as anyone could wish for and that powerful array of muscles goes a long way towards making a girl feel good.

It ain’t just Jayne that’s full of prettiness though. Inara is breathtakingly beautiful; curvy yet delicate with perfect coffee-coloured skin and dark pools for eyes. In fact Kaylee would likely be jealous except that right now this gorgeous woman is concentrating on her, rubbing sensuous circles onto her belly while she kisses a path over her neck and breasts.

Jayne kneels up, massaging Inara’s back and shoulders and his eyes are as dark as Kaylee’s ever seen them as he watches the girls make love. “I can’t hold on much longer,” he groans and Kaylee can see how much agony he’s in from trying to restrain his orgasm.

“Yes you can,” soothes Inara. The Companion sits up and hunts inside a small case of her belongings and then with a quick snap-click she fastens Jayne’s cock and balls into a set of straps.

He winces at the pain as the blood is trapped inside his ji ba but then as Inara slicks mint scented gel up his shaft he begins to relax. “This will numb you a little. It may feel strange but it works wonders,” she explains with a smile.

There’s a slight hesitancy then Inara hooks both arms around Jayne’s neck and pulls him close. They share their first kiss which starts off whisper soft then intensifies the moment she goes back to pulling at his cock, fingers rippling slightly as her hand moves up and down. As she watches them, Kaylee wonders if Companions get taught every little detail of how to make love while they’re being educated at the Training House or whether Inara has picked up a lot of things since she’s become a registered Guild member.

Inara leaves Jayne and lies back down next to Kaylee. Facing each other they kiss, tongues darting back and forth and for the first time Kaylee reaches out and cups Inara’s breasts. “You’re so pretty,” she whispers, pinching the girl’s left nipple until it peaks and then leaning down to soothe it with her tongue. “Mal don’t know what he’s missing out on.”

Inara sighs softly. “That boat has long since sailed,” she says, allowing herself a moment of sadness. “In fact I’m not even certain I was ever close to boarding it, but the subject is closed. Tonight has nothing to do with Malcolm Reynolds.”

“Gorram right,” mutters Jayne as he insinuates himself between the girls, stroking an oily hand up the flank of their bodies.

With determined fingers Jayne rips away Inara’s panties and Kaylee giggles at the shocked expression on the Companion’s face. “Now you know why I don’t wear any,” she laughs.

Kaylee goes back to sucking kisses onto Inara’s perfectly soft skin, moving her leg back a little so Jayne has easy access. Inara matches the slight movement and Jayne shifts his hands until they’re working a path up the girls’ silky smooth inner thighs, his big fingers teasing their labia open. Wet with oil and juice he moves upward a little and when he presses down on Kaylee’s clit she knows full well from the sound Inara’s making that Jayne’s doing the same thing to her.

Kaylee needs to come now. Reaching for Inara’s mouth she kisses with firm stabs of tongue and is almost on the point of climax when Inara wriggles away. “Let me,” she says insistently, tugging Kaylee over onto her back and lying between her thighs with her lips a bare inch away from Kaylee’s pussy.

Jayne rests his head on Kaylee’s hip watching intently and if Kaylee looks down she’ll orgasm just from the thrill of this. Her clit is full and throbbing and the ache works its way upwards from her cunt through to her womb, spreading like fiery fingers inside her.

“Please,” she begs, looking down again to see Inara and Jayne kissing. “Please.”

The Companion turns her head and with a grin of delight she teases the tip of her tongue over Kaylee’s aching parts and then goes back to kissing Jayne.

“Inara! Jayne!” Kaylee’s gonna kill them with her bare hands if they don’t get to pleasuring her soon.

Inara smiles again and then dips her head, tongue swiping over Kaylee’s labia then pushing up inside and licking out her juices. Next minute things change and Kaylee can feel the bristly hair of Jayne’s beard rub over her clit.

The two of them fight over her, laughing, kissing, licking and suckling at her and if it ain’t the most incredible thing in the verse then Kaylee’d like to know what is. She’s so over-sensitised and desperate that when climax hits she throws her head back and yells out loud with no idea at all which one of them has brought her off. Next thing she knows Jayne has his fingers reaching deep inside her and she’s clenching around them and howling out again as Inara works her clitoris with firm rhythmic sucks.

When finally she can’t take any more Kaylee squirms away, trying to decide whether she wants to go down on Jayne or have her first taste of Inara. The decision is made for her when Jayne straddles Inara and oils up her breasts, pushing them together then squeezing his erection through the tunnel of cleavage, every now and then letting the tip of his cock rest against those gloss red lips.

Kaylee watches for a while then sighs happily and settles herself down between the Companion’s spread thighs, her legs kicking back in the air with contentment as she leans in and licks pussy for the first time in a long while. This ain’t what tonight was supposed to be like, she thinks as she nibbles at Inara’s clit. She’d expected it to be formal and slightly daunting with sex laid out like a menu. This is way better than that. This is fun and wild and she gets to do whatever she likes. She knows both Inara and Jayne are up for anything and that’s the most exciting thing of all.

Leaning over the side of the bed she peeks inside Inara’s case of belongings and finds exactly what she’s looking for. Sliding the dildo into the harness she straps it on and slicks up then, kneeling in between Inara’s thighs, she leans forward an inch at a time and, gorramit, if it don’t almost feel as if that latex dong is a part of her body.

Once Jayne sees what’s happening behind him he moves away to get a better view and is now lying on his side watching intently as the girls begin to fuck. All Kaylee can think is that’s a real cock swinging between her legs and as she bends her head to suck at Inara’s nipples she gets a real sense of what it’s like to be a man.

Jayne’s staring glassy eyed at them, he’s stroking his ji ba which is swollen to painful proportion and a dark purple in colour and Kaylee’s excited to see him in this desperate state of arousal, but she also wants him to have some fun.

They twist around on the bed until Inara’s on all fours with Kaylee taking her from behind and in this new position Inara has access to Jayne. She leans over taking the head of his cock into her mouth, bobbing up and down on his shaft then sucking at him with voluptuous, slurping sounds and Kaylee ain’t certain when she’s gonna wake up from this dream, but she sure hopes she’s gonna come at least once more before she does.

Wetting her fingers with a squirt of lube she reaches beneath Inara to rub her off. The girl’s clit is swollen hard with arousal and as soon as Kaylee touches it she can feel tension build within that slender body.

Jayne’s yelling out now and Kaylee ain’t certain at first if it’s pleasure or pain he’s feeling, but as soon as Inara unsnaps the leather bands from around his cock she can see relief written all over his face. With fingers twisting gently into Inara’s hair Jayne shunts his hips upward and comes with a loud groan of pleasure, his body arching and shuddering as Inara finishes him off with lips and a hand.

Fingers working fast, Kaylee ruts into the Companion, dildo slapping wetly against pussy as Inara moans with mounting excitement. A moment later she’s there, crying out a long sibilant “Yes,” as she reaches orgasm and Kaylee ain’t at all certain that she hasn’t come too from the dirtiness of the moment and the pressure of the latex dong rubbing against her. She feels empty as if she’s had a real wet orgasm.

“Ye su,” sighs Jayne as he pulls both the girls into his arms. “I’ll be damned if you ain’t the most filthy, wicked women I have ever had the pleasure of sexing.

Kaylee laughs with delight and, despite looking slightly aghast by the description, Inara can’t help but join in. Kaylee loves the way the Companion suddenly relaxes; tonight shouldn’t be about work.

Once they’ve all recovered from the sex they share food, drink and baths and after some quiet girl talk while Jayne is snoozing, Kaylee then curls up in her man’s arms and falls asleep.

She wakes a while later to the delicious feel of Jayne’s cock inside her, pumping slowly in and out then grinding in slow circles against her.

“Needed you, baobei,” he explains with that abashed look on his face which always makes Kaylee’s heart melt. There’s nothing more happy-making than the way Jayne needs to express his love for her… especially when they’re having sex with other people.

Inara’s watching them sleepily with a satisfied expression on her face. “You look perfect together,” she says.

Emitting this low throaty growl Jayne makes a sudden grab for the Companion and pulls her towards them. “Jealous, are you, ‘Nara?” he says, sucking kisses onto her bare body then worrying her nipples gently with his teeth.

“You are such an animal, Jayne Cobb,” she retorts, but her words don’t hold the same amount of conviction as they once did and Kaylee laughs uproariously at their play.

“And you’re the dirtiest whore in the verse.” Jayne leers, taking the game of brinkmanship up a level.

“I can promise you that you’ve not seen anything resembling dirty yet,” she says with a gleam in those dark eyes. “But seeing as you asked for it.” She reaches for the harness and then slots a smaller curved dildo into it, fastening the straps onto her body and then lubing up the shaft.

“Keep making love to her, Jayne,” she whispers in his ear and Kaylee knows from the look on Jayne’s face the moment Inara has her fingers inside him.

“Tianna!” he mutters and Kaylee can feel him swell inside her as he’s being stretched open. Jayne enjoys finger play, but they’ve never taken it far. This has Kaylee dripping wet with excitement.

“I can stop if you want,” murmurs Inara, pressing a kiss to Jayne’s neck then, over his shoulder, she and Kaylee lock thrilled eyes.

“Do it,” growls Jayne softy.

“This toy is designed specifically for men, to stimulate their-”

“’Nara,” interrupts Jayne. “I don’t want no lecture. I just want you to fuck me, dong ma?”

Inara hitches in a gasp of pleasure at Jayne’s willingness--or maybe his dominance, Kaylee ain’t quite certain--then there’s a slight shifting of the mattress and she watches Jayne’s expression as Inara slowly enters him.

“Deng yimiao,” he groans. “Just wait a while ‘til…” He runs out of words and as he rests his head on Kaylee’s shoulder she can feel him shaking.

Inara massages his shoulders. “No hurry, xingan. Tell me when you’re ready. Or if you want me to stop.”

Kaylee balks a little at hearing Inara use such an endearment with Jayne, but then she realises that sexing is completely different to real life. ‘Though she’s always found it easy to imagine these two in bed together, seeing them interact in most other situations is whole different proposition.

“You okay, ai ren?” she asks, nuzzling in for a kiss as she feels Jayne soften off inside her. Maybe the ‘lover’ is partly about exerting her ‘ownership’ rights.

“Try and push out a little,” says Inara. “It should make things easier.”

Jayne groans helplessly. “I have no rutting idea why anyone wants to do this. It ain’t-”

Then Inara shunts her hips forward a fraction and his sentence comes to a sudden halt.

“Do that again,” he snaps and when she repeats the movement his eyes darken with a mixture of confusion and ecstasy.

Inara begins to speed up the fuck, rolling her hips and pushing Jayne against Kaylee. His ji ba twitches and begins to stiffen and Kaylee can hardly remember how to breathe as they rise and fall against each other in these undulating waves of pleasure.

Jayne braces himself on his arms, letting Inara do most of the work, and gazing down at Kaylee he begins to talk, words pouring out of him as he tells her how good this is, how precious she is; telling her how much he’s gonna enjoy it when she does this to him. Right now though Kaylee can’t imagine there’s any place could beat being at the bottom of this pile of bodies. The weight is a blanket of love and as Jayne’s cock glides in and out of her--the shaft grinding against her clit, the knob teasing her most sensitive parts inside--she’s teetering on the edge of a fierce climax.

“Can’t hold it much longer,” grunts Jayne, sweat trickling down his forehead. “Too good.”

“Come whenever you want, baobei.” Kaylee reaches up and, wrapping her arms around him, she pulls him closer for some hungry kisses. Holding him tight she feels his body tense and then shudder and as he finishes off with a blissed out sigh she smiles her thanks to Inara for giving them this night as a gift.

“Are you alright, Jayne?” asks the Companion when the big man rolls over with a groan.

“Just old and tired,” he says, adding with a wink, “and a mite sore in unmentionable places.”

Unfastening the harness Inara replaces it in her case and then passes Jayne some analgesic cream. “This should help.”

“Reckon watching you girls play with each other would help more.” Jayne grins and yawns at the same time and in Kaylee’s eyes it makes him seem like a powerful sleepy lion.

“What about it, shall we give the man his wish?” asks Inara with a playful look.

Kaylee nods enthusiastically, although she knows full well that Jayne wants this for her and not him. She can see how exhausted he truly is. Mal’s been working him hard for the past few days and after a couple of rounds of heavy sexing he’s near to done in.

“Lie down and let me look after you.” Inara pushes Kaylee gently back onto the bed then leans over her to whisper in her ear. “You shouldn’t always be worrying about him, you know.”

“He’s had a hard time of things,” answers Kaylee, looking to her left at Jayne who’s already most of the way to being asleep.

“No more than you,” Inara insists. “Now stop thinking and let me do my work.”

As Inara’s fingers trickle gently over her body, easing out tired muscles and pent up emotions, Kaylee finally remembers what it means to relax. She loves Jayne so gorram much, but it ain’t easy being part of a couple on a spaceship and it’s even harder when there’s been a whole bundle of stressful things happening to them.

The massage becomes slower and more intimate. Inara uses her lips and fingers to bring Kaylee to a lingering climax and afterwards Kaylee reaches for the girl ready to reciprocate.

“No need, meimei,” says Inara kissing Kaylee on the forehead. “You get some sleep now.”

Kaylee’s relieved that having sex with Inara hasn’t changed a thing between them. She’s also comforted, in a selfish kind of a way, by the fact that Jayne and Inara didn’t actually fuck -- leastways not in the conventional sense.

The two of them have shared another wild night of sexing and discovery and as always it’s left Kaylee feeling closer than ever to Jayne. Dragging the comforter up and over them she watches Inara tidy away her things and once the Companion has left the suite, Kaylee falls asleep with her head on Jayne’s chest, planning exactly how she’s going to wake him up in the morning.

Part Five

Fic -- Firefly -- Batteries Not Included (Remix) 3/5 --Jayne/Kaylee -- 18

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 17:33:23 GMT

Title: Batteries Not Included (the very extended version) (3/5)
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee + various threesomes and mention of other non canon pairings
Word count: 5,200/30,000
Warnings: Little bit of slash
Rating: 18
Disclaimers: Joss is boss. I am his minion.
Beta: The fabulous mercsgoodgirl
Summary: Porny soap opera telling the story of Jayne and Kaylee complete with threesomes, fluff and angst.

Dedicated to mercsgoodgirl who once asked me to write a certain scene involving Jayne and Kaylee ;) and to bookaddict43 who gave me a prompt for a drabble which became this 30k fluff fest.

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Part One | Part Two |

Batteries Not Included (3)

How things can change in just a short time.

A couple of weeks ago, Kaylee was the happiest she could ever be, knowing that she’d found a man with whom she was able to share her most intimate fantasies to the point of making them real. Now she can’t think of anything like that, in fact she don’t even want to rut, because right now she’s scared beyond belief. Her period is a week late and if she’s pregnant she’s only got her ownself to blame. Along with Jayne of course. She knows when it happened, can remember how stupid they were that time in the bath at the brothel on Santo, both of them too desperate to make love to each other to care about the need for condoms and the result of that moment of carelessness is that she’s gonna have a baby.

She’s kicking herself, wishing she’d done what she’d first intended to and got Simon to fix her up with some proper contraception, but at the time she was too embarrassed to talk to him about it. Now she’s paying the price for that stupidity ten times over.

A baby! What is she gonna do with a baby on board ship? A baby ain’t gonna be happy to go hungry on half rations and wait ‘til they hit rock to re-supply. A baby ain’t gonna allow her to do her work and spend time with Jayne. A baby is gonna ruin her gorram life.

She ain’t told Jayne yet. All he knows is that she’s out of sorts with him and the rest of the world to boot. He’s tried to talk, but after so many times getting his head bitten off he’s learned to leave her be, looking at her with a sad expression across the dinner table as he shovels down his food.

The thing is Kaylee has no idea what Jayne’ll say about having a child. Before they hooked up on Bracken she would’ve reckoned the man would be the worst father imaginable, but now? Now she’s seen a different side of him and even when he’s angry with her there’s this gentleness about him. When she’s on the point of sleeping sometimes she imagines him holding their baby and tears roll down her cheeks. She wishes she was ready for this.

Another week passes and things have gone from bad to worse. They spend a few days on Beylix and its nothing like their last stops dirtside. There’s barely a moment goes by during which Kaylee isn’t been stomping around and when Jayne tries to fix things so that they get some quiet time together all Kaylee can think about is the unwanted child that’s growing inside of her.

“Get your paws off me,” she says wriggling away when Jayne tries to hug her. Then, to make matters worse, she goes to pick up a box of gear shafts that she’s acquired from the junker yards and the slight cramping in her belly makes her put it down quick. Aiya, she’s so messed up.

Willing away the tears she glares at Jayne. “I need help carrying them breaker parts to the engine room,” she snaps.

“If’n you’d ask nicer then maybe I would.” He ain’t frowning though and that makes everything worse somehow.

“Mo qing de yao guai.” Kaylee storms off up the steps and she knows she’s overreacted, but Jayne’s gentle accusation burns deep, mostly because he ain’t wrong in telling her off.

Curling up inside one of Serenity’s many nooks--this one situated just off the upper catwalk--she self-reflects and don’t like what she’s seeing. She can’t even look at Jayne without snarling like a rabid bitch and her anger’s starting off a chain reaction amongst the rest of the crew. It’s only now when she’s listening in to another conversation between the captain and Jayne--this time not such a happy making one--that she knows she’s got to stop acting so selfish.

“Can’t go on like this,” says Mal’s voice. “Gotta fix things ‘tween you and Kaylee or else we’re gonna have ourselves a major problem.”

Jayne grunts and Kaylee knows he’s lifting a stack of crates ready to carry through to the engine room for her.

“Can’t make it right if I don’t know what I done wrong,” he says and he sounds so miserable that Kaylee’s heart breaks.

Mal sighs. “And this is exactly why I ain’t fond of my crew getting cozy.” The voices get a little louder as the men make their way up the stairs. “Women are not the most predictable of creatures, Jayne. If you’re certain this ain’t about you then best advice I can give is just be there for her.”

They pass right by her hiding place and Kaylee holds her breath, terrified that she’s going to be discovered.

“I been thinking on it for weeks now and I ain’t done a thing that I can recall.”

“For what it’s worth I believe you,” says Mal. “Only that ain’t helping any of us none.”

The voices get quieter until Kaylee can’t make out any more of the words and she knows now that she’s either got to talk to Jayne or maybe discuss a way to get her problem sorted with Simon. The tears are becoming an inevitable part of her life.

Another week goes by and it seems as if more’n a year has passed since she and Jayne were happy. Kaylee’s still being a coward over this. She still sits in the john every day willing that flow of blood to appear even though she knows now it ain’t going to for a few months. It’s not that she don’t ever want a baby, it’s just that she don’t want one yet. Kinda like marriage really. She just ain’t ready.

Even Serenity is in a bad mood with her. The more she listens to the engine the more confused she gets by that slight lateral shift and the out of sync stutter. She’s adjusted everything she can think of and now the piece of space lese won’t even fit back together for her.

“Gorram coil rig,” she yells smashing at the housing with her wrench. “Tian xiz shou you de ren dou gai si!”

“Quiet down now, girl.” Jayne takes the tool from her hand and wraps her up tight in his arms. For a moment she relaxes and soaks up the affection that’s pouring out of him then she remembers the reason for her anger and shoves him away from her viciously.

“Qu di yu, Jayne and leave me alone.”

“Gorram right I’ll leave you alone,” he yells. “Ain’t gonna spend any more time around you than I have to.” Then his voice softens. “Kaylee, I gotta get ready for this job today, but when I get back you’re gonna tell me what’s up, dong ma?” She gives him a watery smile and he continues speaking, his voice getting quieter by the second. “Been thinking it must be ‘cause of what happened back in St Ives.”

Kaylee freezes for second. Has Jayne worked out what’s wrong with her?

“I ain’t sly if’n that’s what you been thinking. I don’t ever want another person ‘cept you -- man nor woman.”

Kaylee forces back more tears. She wants so very much to explain things to him--to reassure them both that everything’s gonna be alright--but by the time she’s made up her mind what to say he’s already turned tail and gone.

Six hours later she’s lying in her hammock reading one of Jayne’s old comic books when there’s a chorus of folk calling her. She’s too frightened to answer though because not one of them is her man’s voice and that ain’t right.

It’s Zoë who gets to her first. “Listen, meimei,” she says, taking Kaylee’s cold hand in her own. “Jayne’s been hurt, but I swear it looks a whole lot worse than it is.”

Kaylee don’t hang around to listen to no more of Zoë’s explanations, she’s already out of her hammock and racing through the ship down to the infirmary where Simon has Jayne laid out on the operating table.

“Keep her out of here.” Simon nods to Mal who takes Kaylee by the hand and slowly but steadily pulls her away from Jayne -- her Jayne who’s so big and strong and right now is lying on his back, all covered in blood. She wished for blood and here it is, a ton of the stuff dripping down onto the floor.

“He’s gonna be fine, Kaylee,” says Mal, slipping an arm around her shoulders. “I promise you.”

This can’t be happening. Why is fate such a hundan? Just laying there waiting for folks to mess up and say stupid things they don’t mean. Why hasn’t she ever told Jayne how she feels about him? Why did her last words have to be to tell him to go to hell?

The tears fall endlessly and she don’t even attempt to hold them in no longer. She’s having Jayne’s baby and he has no idea. Might never know. Mal’s arms offer her nothing but cold comfort which is fair because she don’t deserve anything more.

Two hours later she’s still sitting outside the infirmary waiting on some news. Her stomach cramps with fear when Simon emerges looking pale and drawn. Jayne’s dead. She knows it for certain from the look on the young man’s face.

“Simon?” she asks.

“It was a tougher procedure than I thought. The bullet was lodged close to his spine. I’ve removed it, but there was some internal bleeding.”

Her voice reduces in volume. “He’s dead, ain’t he?”

“What?” The doctor looks at her with a bemused expression on his face. “Dead? No, Kaylee. No. He’s fine. He’ll be as good as new soon enough. There’s no major damage at all.”

It’s then that the cramping gets worse and Kaylee feels a flow of wetness seeping out from between her legs. It what she’s been praying for and yet--she clutches her belly and peeks through the doorway at the unconscious body of Jayne--now it don’t seem good news in the slightest.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” she says in a monotone voice then she turns and makes her way up the stairs to the john.

The truth is crimson-coloured and stares up at her thick from the wad of toilet paper and as she’s attacked by more of those cramping pains she knows from the heaviness of the flow that it ain’t nowhere near to normal. “My baby,” she sobs. “I’m so sorry.”

Showered and changed Kaylee stares at her reflection in the mirror. She don’t look any different, but the happy-go-lucky person she used to be has lost some of that shininess. Ain’t time to think about her though. Pulling a brightly coloured sweater over her head to ward off a sudden attack of the chills she walks slowly back down to the lower level of the ship.

“How is he?” she asks when she enters the infirmary.

Simon and Book look at her, both of them full of unspoken questions that she has no intention of answering right now.

“He’s fine.” Book reassures her with a mile.

The doctor has much the same to say although he’s far more clinical in his analysis of the situation. “Jayne’s still under from the anesthetic, but he should be coming around fairly soon,” he says. “He’s dosed up on painkillers though so he won’t be his usual self.”

They’ll make a matching pair then, Kaylee reckons, ‘cause she ain’t her usual self neither. Taking a seat beside Jayne she can’t believe how still he is. It ain’t right. He’s always on the move even when he’s sleeping, rolling over from back to side and vice versa then mumbling away to himself. When he’s awake it’s even more of the same story. Kaylee never knew how busy his hands were until she got around to falling in love with him.

“You gotta wake up, wo ai ren,” she says leaning over and dropping a kiss onto his forehead. “I have so many things to tell you.”

Suddenly she remembers she’s not on her own and looks up at the two other occupants of the sick bay. “Can I have some time alone with him?” she asks.

“Not right now,” says Simon curtly, checking Jayne’s vitals on the monitor.

The coolness of his answer promotes a fiery response and Kaylee gets to her feet, her insides cramping in agony as a reminder of how much she’s lost.

“I ain’t asking for much,” she yells. “I never ask for anything from any of you, but I really need to talk with him now. Please.”

“Let the doctor do his work first, Kaylee,” says Book gently. “Once Jayne’s awake and we’re certain that he’s fine then you can have all the time in the world to be alone with him.”

Kaylee pushes the shepherd away and as she huddles down into a corner of the sick bay she falls into a bout of hysterical sobbing. “But there’s things I need to say and they can’t wait,” she gasps, struggling for breath.

Out of the corner of her eye she can see Simon loading the syringe with smoothers and that makes her cry more, tears of rage and pain pouring down her face.

“You don’t understand,” she wails. “None of you do.”

“Tell us then,” says Book, kneeling next to her and resting a hand over hers.

“I lost our baby.” It feels as if she’s breaking apart. “And he don’t even know we was having one.”

~~~

When Jayne wakes up Kaylee’s there leaning over him, watching the way he smiles when his eyes finally focus on her.

“What happened?” he asks blearily.

“You went and got yourself shot,” she answers. “Don’t do it again.”

“I won’t, baobei,” he says. “I’m getting old. It hurts more every time.”

After kissing him goodnight she takes a deep breath then says, “I love you,” and the words come easier than she ever imagined they would. His eyes open wide with amazement as if he still don’t think he’s good enough for her and that makes her heart sink a little.

Six days later he moves back into his bunk and Kaylee’s with him every step of the way. Her bleeding’s almost stopped now and she’s promised Simon that as soon as she has time she’ll let him do an ultrasound to make sure everything’s okay. Now all she has to do is tell Jayne the sad news.

“I’m sorry I was so mean to you before.” She perches on the edge of Jayne’s bed looking down at the floor and when he tries to pull her in for a kiss she resists.

His mouth turns down and he looks so crestfallen that her heart lurches, but she has to get all this off her chest before the worry kills her stone dead. “Jayne, I love you and I want you to be with you always, but I have something to tell you first before we can move forward.” She chews at a nail. “The reason I was so mad at you was ‘cause I was pregnant.”

Those blue eyes shine with something that looks close to happiness, but then he recognises the past tense of those words. “Was?”

“I lost our baby.”

Hugging isn’t an easy thing to master on the narrow bed, especially when one half of the couple is still recovering from injury, but there’s times when it’s the only thing that can begin to make things right.

Clinging onto Jayne’s solid body she tells him the rest of the story in fits in between tears and kisses. “I didn’t want a baby.” “I wasn’t ready.” ”I was angry at you.” “I was scared enough to be sick.” “When I lost it I was so unhappy.” She finishes up with, “Jayne, I’m sorry, I’m a bad person,” and she’s never felt as small as she does right now.

“Everything’s okay, baobei.” There’s sadness in his voice but no hint of condemnation. “You’re a hell of a long away from being a bad person, Kaylee. Being scared ain’t a reason for shame. Gorramit, I know I’d be scared if’n I had a little person growing inside me.”

She’s crying harder than ever. “But now that the baby ain’t there I want it so bad. Feels like a part of me is missing.”

Jayne hitches in a breath. “There’ll be plenty of time for us to have babies… if that’s what you decide you want.”

Kaylee’s overwhelmed with love for this man. So much so she can hardly remember how to speak. “You don’t hate me?” she asks in a small voice that’s an exact match for how she feels.

There are tears in Jayne’s eyes, but he still manages to cuff her gently around the head. “Wo de ma, Kaywinnit. I love you and I always will and there ain’t nothing you can do that’ll make me stop. Don’t you know that already?”

As broken hearted as she is, Kaylee can’t keep the smile off her face nor can she keep from saying crazy things. “You know if’n you had asked me that question the answer would be yes.”

Just for a second it feels as if the verse has stopped moving as Jayne stares at her, looking as startled as a man could ever get. “You proposing to me, girl?” he says and Kaylee can’t do anything but nod.

~~~

There’s room in Jayne’s bunk for a bigger bed and as soon as he’s well enough he sets about fixing the space up good enough for two people. Kaylee don’t even have to ask him to take his guns off the wall. He keeps some of them safe in a lock box under the bed, but most of ‘em are stowed away in Kaylee’s old room which is now filled with all kinds of junk. It ain’t difficult to decide what’s in and what’s out; contrary to most expectations they find it easy to make compromises.

“D’you reckon Mal took the news okay?” Jayne traces a finger over Kaylee’s belly then slides his hand upward, circling each breast in turn.

“Better’n I expected, that’s for sure.” Kaylee giggles, remembering the look of absolute shock on the captain’s face on hearing that they’re planning on getting hitched in the near future. Everyone else is okay though and even Simon appears to be coming to terms with it. The thought of the doctor’s silent infatuation with her man still intrigues Kaylee.

Pushing Jayne over onto his side she examines the newest scar puckering his skin and kisses the healing flesh with a gentle press of the lips. “You got too many of these,” she says in a stern voice.

“You ain’t without them neither,” answers Jayne.

“Not got so many as you.” Kaylee gulps back the fear and the sorrow. It’s a good thing they ain’t having a baby. A child should have a father to learn from. “Did I ever tell you it was my daddy that taught me how to fix engines?” she says quietly.

“My pa mostly learned me how to drink and cuss.” Jayne grins. “’Though he did teach me how to weld too. Ain’t never forgotten neither. Was the only time the old feller ever showed any patience.”

Kaylee senses a story and stays quiet. Jayne don’t often talk about his past.

“Mind you I wasn’t of a mind to listen much,” he continues thoughtfully. “Too busy making trouble.”

“Now that I can imagine.” Kaylee can almost picture that overgrown grubby teenager raising hell all over the dead-in-the-water rock he hails from. “Where we gonna get married, Jayne?” she asks. It’s a question that has been bothering her ever since she popped the question.

“Been wondering that my ownself.”

Jayne takes her right nipple into his mouth and suckles on it until it swells against his tongue and Kaylee gasps softly. It’s the first time her body has reacted this way since she lost the baby.

“We could just get the preacher to marry us whenever we make a stop somewhere shiny,” he says, looking up at her and Kaylee’s heart grows heavy, “but I reckon my ma would give me a beating if I ever dared go back home.”

Kaylee laughs, imagining the big man getting a switch to his backside. “My folks too,” she says as she reaches down and takes hold of his cock, squeezing and stroking until it leaks out a dribble of fluid. “Reckon we’ll have to find a way to organize some kind of shindig.”

Jayne moans quietly in agreement ‘though Kaylee thinks he may have lost the thread of the conversation a little, not that she cares much ‘cause all she can think about is making love with him. It’s been too long.

Wriggling down the new bed, she lays her head on his belly and plants delicate kisses all over the smoothed out, taut skin of his ji ba, then lapping up the beads of pre-come she takes the swollen knob into her mouth and begins one of them leisurely sucks jobs they both enjoy so much. She don’t get to go down for as long as usual because in no time at all Jayne is tugging at her, eyes dark with need, breathing hitching in his throat.

“Love you, girl,” he mutters as he reaches out to the locker and skins on a rubber.

Simon’s fixed Kaylee up with contraceptive shots, but both she and Jayne have decided that they ain’t taking any chances. She never expected the big merc could be so considerate. In fact Jayne’s full of surprises all ‘round and when she wraps her legs around him and cants her hips sharply to take him inside her body, she vows silently never to mess things up again.

As far as Kaylee’s concerned she and Jayne are a forever kind of a deal that’s never going south and she’s gonna do her best to make certain that it stays that way. She had planned on doing some work on Serenity’s grav coils, but the look on Jayne’s face tells her that there’s other, more vital maintenance required and instead they make love for most of the night. Bed needs to be christened, bodies too for that matter. Both she and Jayne have changed a lot during these past few weeks and they have a fair amount of fixing that needs doing.

~~~

“I have an announcement to make,” says Mal over breakfast as he squeezes the bridge of his nose and then looks around at everyone with tired eyes.

“A captain should sleep more,” says River helpfully. “Sleep is a restorative and regenerative process necessary for most higher level species.”

“Thanks for the advice, Albatross.” Mal frowns at the girl. “I’d love to take you up on your offer and I would if I didn’t have two sets of frustrated family waving me all hours and demanding to speak to their offspring.” The captain glares at Kaylee and Jayne. “From now on anyone who disables the internal comms channel in their bunk will be taking a space walk at the earliest opportunity.”

Kaylee flushes rosy red. She’s got into the habit of doing this whenever she and Jayne need some alone time and it’s never backfired on her before. “I’m sorry, Cap’n,” she says.

“I ain’t,” adds Jayne with a quirk of his eyebrow and Kaylee knows he’s recalling every detail of their sexing.

Mal huffs defiantly. “Well now that the point’s been well and truly raised can you both please go and fix things with your parents. Why they think I have anything to do with this gorram wedding party of yours I have no clue.”

“My ma sent a wave?” asks Jayne incredulously.

“With a little help from your brother, your pa, your uncles and various assorted nephews nieces and cousins, yep she did.” Mal looks more than a mite fed up. “I got to learn them all by name by the end of several very long conversations. Cobb folk number at least a million and sure love the sound of their voices.”

Jayne guffaws. “Ain’t that so,” he says pouring more cereal into his bowl.

“You say my folks waved too?” asks Kaylee nervously. She sent the news by mail same way Jayne did, mostly ‘cause she weren’t too sure how they’d react.

Mal nods. “You have one excited mother who’s already been talking to me about dresses. I ain’t interested in dresses, Kaylee. It best never happen again, or else…” He cards the fingers of both hands through his hair making it stand on end and Kaylee knows full well that spacing is likely to be mentioned again at some point.

“You haven’t mentioned the best part yet, Sir.” Zoë’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Huh?” Mal looks at his first mate in a befuddled way.

“The fact that to shut them up you gave them each other’s contact details,” says Zoë turning to look at the happy couple. “I think there’s some serious wedding planning going on as we speak.”

“Don’t much care as long as I get to marry my girl,” says Jayne, slinging his arm around Kaylee’s shoulders and Kaylee swells with pride, her sides aching she’s so full of happiness at being wanted this much.

After breakfast is over she decides to take the bull by the horns and contact her mother. It turns out that between Ma Cobb and Momma Frye most of the arrangements are already in hand and all she and Jayne have to do is to turn up and say their piece -- a thing that suits Kaylee down to the ground.

~~~

It’s been decided that the wedding will take place on Jayne’s home planet of Nova Six. He has a much bigger family who have more land available to accommodate visiting folk. Also none of the Cobbs seem that happy at the idea of traveling whereas Kaylee’s father, being a mechanic, has a passel of craft he can lay his hands on at short notice.

“We would’ve chosen you to perform the ceremony,” says Kaylee to Shepherd Book as they’re seasoning meat substitute with all kinds of spices. “Only…” her voice tails away to nothing.

“I understand what family can be like, Kaylee” says the preacher. “I have one of my own, you know.” His eyes sparkle with amusement as if he can tell she’s intrigued and then, predictably, he changes the subject. “How are you and Jayne coping with the loss of the baby?”

Kaylee’s eyes fill with tears. “Oh, you know, it’s gonna take me a while. Jayne too I reckon, even though he’s mostly quiet about it. He’s being so good to me.”

“No surprise to me,” says the man and Kaylee suddenly recalls the amount of time Jayne and Book spend together as friends, spotting each other for weights or just hanging out and chatting. Maybe the shepherd’s the only one on Serenity who always recognised Jayne’s true character shining through.

“He asked me to be witness at the ceremony,” continues Book, “but I refused. His brother Matthew will be there and it’s more fitting that he gets to stand up.”

“You folks bad talking me again?” says Jayne as he strides into the room with Mal following on just behind him. Both men are grimy and sweaty from where they’ve been carrying out minor repairs all day.

“Never.” Kaylee smiles, “’though I ain’t letting you near me all dirty like you are right now.”

“Thought you liked me as dirty as I can get,” leers Jayne, grabbing her in his arms and stealing a long kiss.

“’Nough of that.” Mal shuffles awkwardly. “This ain’t a break we’re on so you best be ready to get back to work now, Jayne, or I’m gonna have to take a wrench to your thick head as encouragement.”

“Y’ain’t gonna keep saying gou shi like that when we’re home for the wedding are you, Mal?”

Jayne looks nervous, twitchy kind of, and Kaylee suspects that he don’t wanna be shown up in front of his folks. He’s a proud man for sure and she gets distracted thinking about how proudly he showed himself off to her that day on Bracken. However the captain’s next few words soon put a dampener on her lustful feelings.

“Won’t be a problem, seeing as I won’t be there,” says Mal, pouring himself a mug of coffee. “I conjure you’ll have enough folks there without needing one extra.”

Kaylee feels a little sick inside. Mal’s become like a surrogate father to her and she knows how much Jayne respects the man. In fact the thought of him not being present at her special day makes it seems less special already.

“We’d both sure like it if’n you was there, Mal,” says Jayne and Kaylee loves him even more for speaking the words out loud.

“That’s as maybe.” The captain shrugs. “But seeing as I’m none too excitable about members of my crew getting hitched then it’d be a mite hypocritical, wouldn’t you say?”

Kaylee glares at the floor. Everyone else has been so happy for them. Inara, River and Zoë have all asked to be a part of the wedding. Wash has been writing a hilarious speech that he swears he’s gonna read out and even Simon has been adding some jokes to it -- some not so funny ones about man apes, but Jayne seems to laugh at them. It ain’t as if they’re asking for much from Mal. Not even time off for a honeymoon.

“Reckon it’s up to you.” Jayne scowls. “We got work to do so we best get on with it.” His footsteps echo as he ducks through the hatchway and heads out along the passageway in the direction of the cockpit.

“Was that really necessary, Mal?” Book looks quizzically at the captain.

“I ain’t used to family nor big occasions neither,” says Mal sheepishly, by way of explanation.

“Well, I still don’t see there was need to sound so tetchy over it,” Kaylee frowns. “If’n you don’t wanna come then, like Jayne says, it’s up to you. Stay on the ship and be miserable if that’s what you prefer, but was there any need to make out that it’s ‘cause you got a problem with us being together?”

Mal rubs his temples, smearing grease over his face in the process. “It’s never been a secret that I ain’t fond of crew getting fixed up.”

“Gou shi!” snaps Kaylee. “Anyone can see that’s just an excuse so you can keep from having to act on whatever feelings you have for ‘Nara.”

It’s pretty apparent that Mal is a whisker short of furious, but Kaylee don’t regret what she said. As far as she can see it’s the gorram truth and there’s nothing wrong with telling it as it is. That’s her way and she ain’t gonna change for no one.

Part Four

Fic -- Firefly -- Batteries Not Included (remix) 2/5 -- Jayne/Kaylee -- 18

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 13:14:21 GMT

Title: Batteries Not Included (the very extended version) (2/5)
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee + various threesomes and mention of other non canon pairings
Word count: 7,700/30,000
Warnings: Little bit of slash
Rating: 18
Disclaimers: Joss is boss. I am his minion.
Beta: The fabulous mercsgoodgirl
Summary: Porny soap opera telling the story of Jayne and Kaylee complete with threesomes, fluff and angst.

Dedicated to mercsgoodgirl who once asked me to write a certain scene involving Jayne and Kaylee ;) and to bookaddict43 who gave me a prompt for a drabble which became this 30k fluff fest.

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Part One |

Batteries Not Included (2)

Jayne’s love becomes apparent to everyone when Kaylee gets injured during a job. It’s nothing major, just a broken ankle from falling off the mule, but the mercenary cusses the whole crew out and then carries Kaylee to the infirmary as if she’s made out of glass and is about to smash into tiny pieces.

After Simon fixes her up, Jayne fusses around like he’s her momma rather than her lover and although she might appear vexed with him at times it’s more than shiny to know how very safe she is this with this new man of hers.

“Am I happy you decided to go skinny dipping that day,” she says, snuggling up to Jayne as they lounge on the seats in the living area. Swallowing the final inch of her tea she hands the mug to him and he places it on the table for her.

“Never thought you’d look at me.” Jayne pulls her toward him until she’s resting with her head in his lap and as he strokes her hair she drifts on the boundaries of sleep.

“How could I not look at you when you was laying there all naked?” she murmurs. Memories of that day generate a flood of warmth and she peeks up at him though half-lidded eyes, expecting to see a matching look of desire on his face. That ain’t the case though. In fact Jayne looks solemn, thoughtful even, which has to be said is kind of unusual for him.

“Been looking at you for years, baobei,” he says and all of a sudden Kaylee knows that all those mean comments slung her way were only because he was shut out and hurting because of it.

“You could’ve said something.” Kaylee hoists herself up until she’s leaning against his shoulder, looking upward into dark blue eyes that are verging on frightened.

“I weren’t what you wanted,” he explains and Kaylee feels a knot of anguish tighten inside her chest. She’s wasted so much time.

“Maybe not then, but things are a whole lot different now, ai ren,” she says, wanting to add a chunk of words to the end of that sentence, but she ain’t quite ready to do that.

Even so Jayne’s looking a sight happier and when he pulls her in for a kiss she can feel the love and the lust and the need all jumbled up inside him. Things heat up the way they always do and it ain’t long before Kaylee has her hand in Jayne’s pants and Jayne has her coveralls pulled down and is shamelessly finger fucking her towards one of those lingering climaxes.

“Captain would say get a room,” says River’s voice.

“Too gorram right, captain would say that. Captain is saying that.”

When Kaylee looks up Mal’s there, arms folded, frowning at the pair of them with River standing just behind him, an inquisitive look on her face.

“Sorry, Cap’n,” Kaylee says, giving Jayne’s cock a final squeeze. Then, as she removes her hand from the open fly, Mal gets a perfect view of his mercenary’s erection and grimaces at the unwanted sight.

“I ain’t sorry,” says Jayne with a grin as Kaylee tucks him away safe.

“Can’t say as I thought you would be.” Mal’s full on glowering now. “Now by my reckoning you have two serviceable bunks between the pair of you, so be kind to the rest of us and go put one of them to good use.”

Kaylee don’t have a problem with this idea at all. Nothing feels better to her then being hauled up over Jayne’s shoulder and carried off somewhere to play.

~~~

For a while life is better than Kaylee could ever imagine and the only fly in the ointment is finding enough room to sleep. She’d love them to share a bed permanently, but neither of their bunks have enough space and more often than not, once Jayne is snoring away merrily, she ends up sneaking back to her own.

Then five months into their relationship things inexplicably begin to get frayed. Kaylee ain’t sure what’s up; all she does know is that closer they get to Santo the edgier Jayne becomes. At first she thinks he’s got himself mixed up in some trouble there and it’s gonna be Higgin’s Moon all over again, but for some reason she’s certain that ain’t it. They’ve been to Santo City and St Ives many a time and Jayne’s never had a problem before.

Tipped off about some stolen jewels being smuggled via an unusual carrier they swoop in and rustle the shipment away from the thieves, the only problem being that they now have a cargo hold full of sheep and have to check each one over to find the goods that have been sewn into a woolly coat.

“Smacking sheep ain’t as satisfying as smacking cattle then?” asks Mal as Jayne snarls and tries to keep hold of the violently wriggling beast while Wash checks it over.

“Sheep crap ain’t my favourite smell,” grunts the mercenary.

“And yet an improvement on your own.” Wash smirks and then finds out what it’s like to get soundly smacked on the butt by Jayne.

“Enough now, boys,” says Book who is paired up with the captain for sheep checking duties. “Sooner we get this done-“

“Sooner we can have roast lamb for dinner?” Wash interrupts with a grin.

“Now that I could go for if’n…” Jayne’s voice wanders away to nothingness as he makes a grab for another sheep. “Are you certain there’s diamonds in these here animals?”

Kaylee’s been watching all this from above and whilst it’s a pretty funny sight seeing the four men all at sea over a flock of sheep, in truth it only gets her more worked up over her own big dolt. They’ve been together for a long time now and though she hasn’t mentioned specific words to Jayne she’s getting fuller of feelings every day. Last thing she wants is him doing something dumb that’s gonna mess them up.

“Has Jayne said anything to you?” she asks Zoë who’s standing next to her at the railing, yelling encouragement to her husband.

“Is there a reason why this is a men only job?” shouts Wash from the hold.

“Women are allergic to sheep crap,” answers Zoë with a wide grin then she frowns and looks over at Kaylee. “What would Jayne be talking to me about?”

“Oh, guns and other kinds of stuff, you know.” Kaylee feels a blush rise. “It’s just he seems a mite out of sorts right now.”

“He ain’t his usual amicable self… oh wait now.” Zoë bursts into laughter.

Kaylee pouts and pokes the older woman in the ribs. “You’re starting to sound like your husband.”

Zoë laughs even more. “Wo de ma,” she snorts, “God help us all if that happens to you too.”

“Zoë, I ain’t funning,”

“I’m sorry, meimei. It’s just the notion of you turning into Jayne…” The woman dissolves into fits of laughter again and Kaylee gives up.

They go back to watching the antics, waiting for the culmination which happens when Wash hits jackpot and finds a small bag neatly stitched into the underside of a woolly belly and carefully cuts it free with his knife.

“These are top grade gems,” says Book, assaying each one carefully before tightening the drawstring and handing the leather sack back to the captain.

“Well that’s a relief,” Mal smiles at the preacher. “Don’t want to be going through all that for a bundle of paste. Now all we have to do is drop the sheep off at the Norland ranch,” Mal checks his timepiece, “and by the look of things we’ll easily be in time to meet up with our friendly jewel fence in St Ives.”

The captain sounds a very content man as he pockets the bag full of gemstones, but right now Kaylee ain’t concerned with Mal’s state of happiness. Instead she’s focusing on the mercenary who’s becoming more and more nervous as time goes on.

“Do we still get the night off like you said, Mal?” Jayne asks.

“Yep.” The captain pats him on the back. “Once the transaction’s been done you’re a free man for a whole day… ‘cepting of course that you have Li’l Kaylee up there to tell you what you’re gonna be doing.”

Jayne answers with an oddly apprehensive laugh. “Can I go get cleaned up?” he asks, looking down unhappily at his beige pants which are stained brown with muck.

“Not until we dump off them animals. For now you’d better get used to the stink.”

Kaylee leaves the men to it, fed up to the teeth with seeing Jayne all surly and mean. She takes the best kind of time out, keeping herself busy in the engine room, and the only thing that makes her aware of hours passing is the roll and yaw of Serenity as she takes off and lands a couple of times, never breaking atmo.

“Been looking for you, baobei,” says a familiar gruff voice. “Was wondering if you had a fancy to go somewhere tonight. St Ives ain’t exactly Core living, but it’s nice enough.”

Kaylee looks up to see Jayne wearing his best pants and striped shirt. His goatee is trimmed neatly and he even has a smart jacket slung across his arm ready to put on.

“You look mighty shuai.” She appraises him, eyes shining brightly. “I’m thinking we should just stay in.”

When that edgy look returns to Jayne’s face Kaylee has a minor panic attack. The annoying little thought that’s been nagging away at her pops back into her brain and her belly rolls over in fear. He ain’t… He wouldn’t be thinking… It’s too soon.

“Put on that pretty blue dress of yours that I like,” he says, smoothing down the material of his shirt.

Kaylee pouts. “S’pose I don’t want to.” She pulls away when he leans in for a kiss.

“Kaywinnit, don’t be like that.”

Now he’s frowning and she’s sulking and it’s all because he’s being a gorram moonbrain with a tendency for taking things too far and too fast.

“Please,” he says. “I just wanna take my girl out somewhere for the night. Somewhere away from this gorram ship.”

Kaylee does a quick rethink. Maybe she’s on the wrong track. There’s most likely times when Jayne gets as sick of Serenity as she does. “Okay, xingan.” She kisses him on the lips and then withdraws before tongues get involved. “I’ll finish adjusting the power ratio of the fuel cells and then get to showering.”

“Be quick now,” he says, his gaze shifting from side to side in awkward fashion which does nothing to reassure Kaylee.

Once the sounds of his booted footsteps have faded to silence, Kaylee tightens the screws on the casing then crouches down on the floor, replacing all her tools and shutting the lid of the box. After the engine room has been made pristine, she wanders her way along Serenity’s passageways, taking the long way ‘round to the crew deck so as not to bump into Jayne. She’s so lost in thought that just outside the infirmary she crashes into Simon who’s on his way back from the stores, by the look of things, replenishing supplies of bandages and distilled water.

“Duibuqi,” she says, helping him pick up the packages.

“Are you okay, Kaylee?” The doctor cocks his head to one side and stares thoughtfully at her.

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” Kaylee frowns and shoves an open box of dressings at him.

“Jayne’s not treating you badly, is he?” Simon’s gazing rather obviously at a bruise on her forearm which is the result of a memorable all nighter she and Jayne pulled down in the engine room. They always end up playing hard when they’re in there.

“No,” she snaps. “He’s treating me as good as gold. Not that it has anything to do with you.”

Simon would be happy enough for Jayne to treat him the same way, thinks Kaylee and then, all of a sudden, she ain’t sulking no more and the smile that’s been missing for a while sneaks back onto her face. She’s a fool that’s for sure, worrying about the little things so much they’re spoiling the goodness that’s right here.

“Can’t stand here talking all day,” she says, “I got me a date with a big handsome feller who’s all dressed up and waiting for me.”

Sluggish pace turning into a mad scurry, she leaves Simon to pick up the rest of the boxes and races through the cargo hold and up the steps in the direction of the crew deck. Showering as quickly as she can, she shaves away any excess body hair and her pussy lips puff with excitement as she runs the blade over them. She ain’t had a proper date with Jayne since they’ve been together.

Returning to her bunk to get dressed, she dries her hair and twists it up, securing the strands with painted chopsticks. Then tingling all over with fear-laced excitement she pulls on a pair of delicate blue panties and slips on her cheongsam, shivering when the silk slinks over her body as if it’s alive.

“I’m ready for you, Jayne Cobb,” she whispers into the mirror. “Reckon I’m ready for anything.” Stepping into some high heeled sandals she gives herself a final once over before dabbing on some lightly scented green tea fragrance. “Ready for anything,” she repeats and heads for the living area where Jayne’ll be sitting at the table pouring over weapons manuals and waiting impatiently for her.

Kaylee knows her man real well and smiles when she sees him sitting exactly where she expects him to be. Looking up, he puts down the book and casts an appreciative eye over her which makes her blush with happiness. She ain’t the sort for wearing dresses and such--how can you strip down a grav dampener wearing a skirt and high heels?--but that lustful look makes it all worthwhile. Just on occasion though.

“Coming then, Mr Cobb?” she asks, holding out her hand.

“Ain’t too far from it.” Jayne stands up, very obviously adjusting the lie of his cock which results in a huff of irritation from Mal.

“What I tell you, Jayne?” says the captain, not giving him time to answer. “Keep your crudeness to your ownself ‘til you’re in private.”

“Yeah, Mal,” says Jayne, tipping him a wink. “Best me and Kaylee get somewhere private quick then ‘fore my John Thomas grows any more excited.”

Kaylee giggles. “See y’all later,” she says, wondering again if her instincts are right. Things could be very different when they get back to the ship tomorrow, she thinks and a shiver of apprehension runs through her.

“Bye, meimei,” says Zoë and the last thing Kaylee hears as Jayne takes her arm and leading her down to the cargo hold is the first mate demanding a date night from her husband.

“Take me out dancing, zhangfu.”

Kaylee’s too far away to hear Wash’s response. Do things change when you’re married, she wonders as she steps delicately down the ramp and onto the quayside.

“Where’re we going then?” she asks as Jayne hails a taxi.

“S’for me to know,” he replies a mite brusquely and as she grabs his arm she can feel him shaking with nerves so much so that the western hat he’s wearing almost falls off his head.

“Everything okay, ai ren?” She takes hold of his hand as they sit in the backseat of the open top vehicle.

“Hope so,” he says in a sombre tone and Kaylee snuggles in to him.

What is the big lunk up to?

“Where to?” asks the driver and as Jayne reels off the address the man looks over his shoulder and grins at his passengers then puts his foot down and weaves the taxi through streets which are teeming with all kinds of folks.

“What the di yu is this place?” Kaylee asks when they stop outside a low sprawling building that’s built out of sandy coloured blocks of stone.

Jayne shrugs and pays the driver. “Patience, girl, you’ll see soon enough,” he says as he takes her hand and helps her out of the vehicle in gentlemanly manner.

Now Kaylee was expecting to be entertained in style. She was looking forward to some good food with luxury items to make her taste buds tingle with happiness. She was hoping for crystal chandeliers and soft music and a night spent dancing away with her sweetie. She wasn’t expecting to arrive all done up at the door of a place that looks more like the town jail than anything else.

Jayne keeps hold of her hand, squeezing her fingers so hard they’re on the point of being crushed to bone meal.

“Jayne,” she whispers urgently, trying to tug herself free from the vise-like force he’s exerting on her.

“’M sorry, baobei,” Raising her hand to his lips he kisses each finger. “Forget my own strength at times.”

“Don’t want you worrying about it ever,” says Kaylee, her eyes lighting up in memory of some of the ways he’s used that muscle power during their sexing. “Love the things you do to me.”

It ain’t really the thing to be kissing the breath out of each other on the doorstep of an unknown building in the backstreets of a rough and ready town, but Kaylee don’t care. Soon as her lips make contact with Jayne’s she’s lost, panties getting damper by the second as she curves up against his growing hard on. Even the rapping at the door doesn’t distract her and it’s only when there’s a creaking sound and a voice coming from inside the building that she pulls away from Jayne.

“Ni hao, Mr Cobb. It’s always a pleasure to see you.”

The tiny woman welcoming them inside looks refined enough to be Core, but her heavy accent sounds as if she originates from somewhere around the Georgia system.

“Zhufu n, Madam,” says Jayne and Kaylee starts a little on hearing the mercenary using such formal language.

He continues speaking. “Did you get my wave?”

“Yes, Mr Cobb. All arrangements have been made. Please follow me.”

Covered in a whirl of confusion, Kaylee holds on tight to Jayne’s hand, wondering what in the name of ye su is going on. At first she’s too nervous to look around, but then she glances up and seeing that the floors are covered in worn but pretty carpeting and the walls are decorated with an expanse of intricate paintings -- some of them very erotic in nature.

The small woman stops outside a set of carved wooden doors. “Your suite,” she says stepping aside and allowing them to enter.

“Jayne! You gonna tell me what’s going on or…?” Kaylee stops speaking and just looks around her in amazement.

In the centre of the room is a bed hung with colourful silks that must be the size of the whole of Serenity’s living area and off to the left is a carved table covered in plates of food. Kaylee races across the room, picking up chunks of fruit and popping them into her mouth then stuffing down two or three of the marzipan sweets in quick succession.

All the time Jayne watches her, his eyes are lit up with amusement. There’s more than a hint of apprehension present although Kaylee is far too absorbed by the contents of the table to be able to think about anything else. Sipping mouthfuls of a sweet fruity drink that’s heady with alcohol she gorges on discs of bitter chocolate and it’s only when she’s passing Jayne a glass full of Canaan Brandy that she realises they’re not alone.

“I been thinking on what you said to me a few times,” stumbles Jayne the moment Kaylee’s eyes light upon the newcomer. “’Bout how you were interested in the brothels.”

Kaylee looks around her and everything clicks into place. The security, the luxury, there’s even a display case of sex toys that she’s only just noticed. How could she miss something like that?

“Anyways, I looked into what you said,” Jayne continues as the stranger proceeds to check him over for weapons, removing the pair of pistols and his bowie knife and stowing them safely in a closet. “then I remembered this place from last time I was here and I knew that they had what you was looking for. Leastways, what you said you was looking for.”

Kaylee examines the stranger from head to toe and is intrigued as a pair of dark eyes gaze back her.

“This is Paulo,” says Jayne waving a nervous hand in the direction of the young man. “And… oh hell, girl. Just tell me if I done wrong.”

Kaylee continues to examine the boy. He looks younger than her, certainly older than a teenager though. He has silky dark hair which flops across his forehead and eyes which are closer to dark green than brown. He’s bare-chested, wearing just a pair of loose cotton pants and his skin is perfectly smooth and tanned to a soft nutty shade.

“You paid for him,” she says incredulously. “For me?”

“I did.” Jayne’s looking sorrowful to the point of desperate and as Kaylee feels a rush of warmth between her legs she steps closer to the pair of them and puts her man out of his misery.

“Shiny to meet you, Paulo,” she says, knowing that if she were a braver person she’d be stroking a finger across his chest and down that hairless belly.

“Ni hao, Miss,” the boy answers; his voice accented, but from a different part of the verse than the Madam. She can’t pin-point it yet, but she will given time. It’s a game she’s fond of playing.

“You can call me Kaylee,” she says, weighing up the differences between the two men standing in front of her. They’re a complete contrast to each other, but both of them equally gorgeous. If she wasn’t so gorram terrified this could turn out to be a fun evening.

“Are you mad at me?” asks Jayne and in answer Kaylee steps closer and locks her arms around his neck.

“Do I look mad?” She pulls his mouth to hers for a long, lingering kiss. “Just nervous is all.” Taking his hand she places it on her thigh then pushes his fingers towards her soaked panties. “And excited.”

“Would you like a massage, Kaylee?” asks Paulo, keeping a respectful distance from the two lovers.

“I don’t know.” Kaylee’s confused; she ain’t never been in this situation before and she looks to Jayne for guidance. “Maybe I would. Would I?”

Jayne takes her face in his hands and presses his lips against hers. “I bought time with him for you, baobei. Just for you. I can go if’n it’ll make things easier.”

Kaylee feels panic well in her chest. “No,” she whispers. “I want you with me all the way, y’understand?”

Jayne smiles and slides a hand up between her thighs. “Was hoping you’d say that.” He works a finger into her pussy and then pulls out and presses the tip against her clit. “Me and the boy’ll see that you have a good time.”

At first there’s just Jayne there filling her world, making her feel as if she’s about to explode with happiness, but then she can feel another body pressed against her back, arms snaking around her and unfastening the buttons of her dress. Terror builds inside and she’s on the point of running until she looks up into Jayne’s eyes and trusts that he’ll keep her safe.

“You’re very beautiful,” says Paulo and Kaylee feels him shiver with pleasure, his cock rising up and resting solid against her butt. She kisses Jayne feverishly, scared yet thrilled at the idea of having these two men here just to make love to her.

“Bed looks tempting,” says Jayne, cupping her naked breasts as her dress falls to the floor, “and a good sight bigger’n we’re used to. Reckon we should make the most of it.”

He takes both her hands and tugs her gently over to the huge four poster and when they tumble on to it the mattress is soft and springy -- a little piece of heaven set in a very strange world.

Stripping off his loose pants, Paulo follows Jayne’s beckoning finger and lies next to Kaylee, running his hands over her skin and massaging her tense muscles until she’s as molten hot as lava. Dressed only in that pair of high heeled sandals and a little lace thong she leans into the boy’s touch then, too aroused by now to think about anything but sexing, she turns to examine her present.

The boy is as pretty as a picture; his cock thrusts up proud from a nest of dark pubic hair, but the rest of him is as smooth as a new born baby, except for the thin treasure trail of delight. Wet beyond belief and barely able to stop her hips from canting with excitement she pinches his left nipple hard then leans in to kiss it better. Paulo responds with a throaty moan and Kaylee whimpers, her head full to bursting as she thinks about the kind of thrills this evening has in store for them.

She reaches down for Paulo’s cock and gives it a couple of delicate strokes then whispers in his ear. “I want you to undress Jayne for me.”

The young man nods and turns his attentions to Jayne, unfastening each button of the striped shirt then pulling it free and kneeling to remove the man’s boots and socks.

“Okay?” asks Kaylee and as Paulo tugs open the zipper of Jayne’s pants she presses kisses onto Jayne’s forehead and watches with mouth watering anticipation as his erection springs free .

“Sure am, darling.” Jayne and Kaylee wrap themselves up in each other, mouths pressed close together, tongues twining and it’s only when she feels hands rest on her shoulders that she remembers there’s three in their bed rather than two.

Kissing a path down her spine Paulo teases her ass crack with his tongue and then buries his face in her pussy and there aren’t words Kaylee can think of that would come any way close to describing the eroticism of this moment. Making these tiny breathless moans she sucks on Jayne’s tongue and reaches for his cock, wrapping her hand around it and jacking him at a slow pace.

“Jayne,” she cries as the sensation becomes too much and her body erupts into climax.

“Wo de ma, girl, I love seeing you come.” Jayne lies on his back on his back and pulls Kaylee around until her back’s resting against his chest. “I want to see him fuck you,” he says his eyes lock on to Paulo and as his lips press close against Kaylee’s ear he whispers, “Do want that, baobei? Want to feel his ji ba filling you up?”

“Hell yes,” she murmurs and it’s all she can think about. How good it’s gonna feel getting fucked while she’s laying in Jayne’s arms.

Paulo sheaths his cock and then crawls up the expanse of bed towards the two lovers. Jayne’s holding Kaylee’s legs wide open and playing with her clit and she can hear herself making these impatient sighs at the sight of this pretty boy whore with his pretty diao all stiff and ready for her. She can’t get over the fact that he’s there just for her to play with.

As Paulo covers her body and eases his cock eases inside, he dips his head for a sudden kiss and his mouth tastes of mint toothpaste and pussy juice. For some reason Kaylee becomes a little flummoxed; she can’t understand how sex with two men can make her feel more monogamous than ever. She’s done plenty of wayward things in the past, but she’s never once considered a ménage a trois. The three-way intimacy bothers her and in fact if Jayne had suggested this to her first instead of going in all heavy-handed as usual then she would have given him an emphatic ‘no’ as her answer. Right now, though, she’s mighty glad of her man’s impetuous nature because she’s having a whole lot of wicked fun from rutting with this stranger who’s been rented for the night solely for her pleasure.

“Lie on your back,” Jayne says to Paulo and their mouths end up so close that Kaylee swears they’re gonna kiss and her ovaries go into overload at the thought of so much prettiness.

“Kaylee.” Jayne looks at her. “If you lay on top of him and fuck him then I can play too.”

It’s a question as much as a statement and Kaylee understands what he’s asking for. She nods tentatively, shaking with nerves because she just knows she ain’t gonna be big enough for what Jayne has in mind.

“I’ll be careful,” he says, kissing her gently and firmly to seal the promise.

Nodding again she does as he asks and slides down onto Paulo’s cock, riding the boy good and steady and adjusting to the feel of rutting in this strange position -- normally if she’s on top then she’s kneeling over her man rather than laying on him. Slick fingers press into her asshole, opening her up gradually and instead of being painful it becomes an intense and glorious pressure to be filled from every direction.

“I can feel you through her,” Jayne says to Paulo and he sweeps the hair away form the boy’s sweaty forehead in an intimate gesture which makes Kaylee think very dirty thoughts.

“Ji tai yin jing nei wo,” she begs and when Jayne covers her and slides in one thick inch at a time she ends up gasping and yelling out every kind of phrase in every kind of language to try and explain how shockingly amazing this is.

Rutting this way is nothing like normal sexing. At the bottom of the pile Paulo’s eyes widen with bliss and as the filling in the sandwich Kaylee gets to feel everything. Jayne braces himself on both arms to keep his weight from squashing the two smaller bodies beneath him and begins to fuck Kaylee with firm strokes. Each arching motion sets off a responsive buck of the hips from Paulo and soon Kaylee’s on the point of exploding into a frenzied climax.

“Want to see you kiss him,” she whispers as Jayne leans in over her shoulder. “Will you do that for me, ai ren?”

She watches Jayne press his lips nervously against Paulo’s, giving the boy no more than little pecks to begin with, but then the yanse lang opens his mouth and Kaylee can see Jayne’s tongue darting inside.

It’s such an erotic sight that Kaylee comes hard with a loud yelp as every muscle in her body shifts into spasm. She ain’t never thought… she ain’t ever seen anything like it. This is so much better than those misty fantasies of Simon and Jayne rutting in the infirmary. All three of them absorbed by the kiss, Kaylee can feel both men pushing against each other inside her and she clenches tighter, urging them on, wanting to see what it looks like when they mouth fuck each other to orgasm.

Dirty, filthy, gorgeous, is the answer.

Rolling off them with an exhausted sigh, Jayne disposes of the rubber in the sealed medical trash can. “This weren’t supposed to be about me trying things,” he says awkwardly.

“No, it’s about me having fun,” Kaylee drags him down towards her, kissing the worry away from his face “And I’m having a whole lot of fun.” then she looks over at Paulo who’s just disposed of his own rubber and is lying there on his back, hand tucked behind his head.

“You look sore.” She brushes a fingertip over the reddened skin around the boy’s mouth. “Jayne playing too rough with you?”

“I enjoyed it,” he says with a smile. “I hope it was mutual.”

“Reckon so,” says Jayne, pecking the boy on the lips and then dragging Kaylee into his arms. “Sleep first play later.”

As Jayne drifts off into a nap Kaylee wriggles out of his clutches and nibbles her way through a plate full of treats while she enjoys the feel of the boy’s hands massaging her body.

“Why do you do this?” she asks quietly so as not to disturb her sleeping lover.

“Because I like it.” Paulo grins. “There’s nothing I love more in the world than sex and this way I get paid for it.”

“Do you sleep with more men than women?” says Kaylee.

“Yes, by far,” says the young man as he pops a cherry dipped in chocolate sauce into her mouth.

“And which do you prefer.”

“I just like to have sex,” says Paulo, a provocative smile following that diplomatic answer as he slides down the bed and inserts one of the chocolate dipped cherries into Kaylee’s pussy. Lapping gently he sucks the fruit out from between her labia then munches on it and spits out the pit.

When they first arrived Kaylee was so filled with nerves that she was barely even able to look at the boy let alone give him instruction, but now that they’ve fucked, the ice is well and truly broken and she can understand perfectly why Jayne enjoys this kind of impersonal sexing.

“Tongue my pussy,” she whispers to the yanse lang as Jayne mumbles in his sleep and rolls over onto his back, his head turned to one side and his breath rumbling against her ear. “That’s it. That’s a good boy. Now suck hard at my clit.”

Paulo works her up to a slow dreamy climax and after allowing herself a few minutes to recover Kaylee slips out of bed and goes to the bathroom for a pee and a wash. When she comes back Jayne’s still asleep and Paulo’s eyeing him speculatively.

“Shuai, ain’t he,” she says proudly as she climbs back into bed. “Reckon you can suck him off if’n you want.” After all this is her treat.

She watches Jayne’s eyelids flutter a little and knows, as she suspected all along, that he’s dozing rather than sleeping. Paulo nods then lies to one side of that big body, resting his head on Jayne’s belly and tonguing the slit of his semi-hard cock. It stiffens up immediately from the attention and Kaylee hitches in a breath and slides down onto her side, watching the boy take the knob of Jayne’s ji ba into his mouth and swirl his tongue around the spongy flesh.

Wriggling up the bed she rests her lips against Jayne’s ear. “Are you enjoying this, ai ren?”

Jayne nods, watching Paulo suck him off through half-lidded eyes.

Despite the fact she’s only just come, the sight of another man going down on her feller has Kaylee wet and ready for more. She loves how open Jayne is to everything; she ain’t never met a man like him before.

“Xiexie for this,” she whispers as his eyes open fully and taking his big hand in hers she places it over her bush. “Shi wo gao chao.” She writhes against his hand as his fingers begin to tease at her pussy.

Paulo climbs over one of Jayne’s sturdy thighs until he’s nestled in between the man’s legs, bobbing rhythmically up and down on Jayne’s cock. Raising his head Jayne watches intently, his fingers caressing Kaylee’s pussy, and Kaylee finds herself more transfixed by the expression on his face than by Paulo’s mouth.

“Have you done this before?” she whispers, arching up as Jayne’s thick fingers delve inside her.

He looks at her with a wicked grin on his face. “Finger fucked you? You gotta pay more attention, girl.”

Kaylee pouts. “Had sex with a man, I mean.”

“Nope.” He pauses. “Not so’s to speak of anyhow.”

The blood rushes through Kaylee as her imagination runs wild.

“Had a feller jack me off once,” Jayne glances at her then threads his fingers into Paulo’s shiny hair. “Did it back to him as well.”

“Did you like it?”

“Was something different.” Jayne’s voice is coming out strangled now as his arousal builds and he shoves Paulo’s head away from his cock and pulls him upwards. “Kiss her,” he says, watching as Paulo swipes his tongue delicately over Kaylee’s lips.

Kaylee makes out with the boy for a while, but the lingering taste of Jayne’s cock in his mouth fuels her hunger for more wish fulfillment. Pulling away a little, she sits up and runs her fingertips lasciviously down those two contrasting but extravagantly male bodies until she has a cock in each hand.

“Suck him,” she says quietly, jerking them both off with gentle flicks of her palms.

It’s Jayne that she’s asking and it’s obvious from his expression that he knows it too. Time freezes, the moment lasting too long for anyone’s comfort, and Kaylee begins to get scared. However next thing she knows Jayne’s pulling Paulo away from her and he’s kissing each hairless nipple then tonguing a path down that smooth concave belly and he’s… Oh god, he’s licking the fluid away from the tip of the boy’s cock and his lips are parting until little by little he’s taking him in.

Kaylee’s sure she’s stuck fast in a permanent state of arousal. It may happen that she’ll die from an overdose of sex inside this house of ill repute in St Ives, but honestly she doesn’t give a monkey’s pigu if she does.

“Suck him, Jayne. You look so pretty doing it. Yeah, suck him deep. Cock tastes so good, don’t it? Love the taste of your cock.”

Twisting around in the bed she goes down on Jayne, her pussy clenching with excitement as she hears the soft slurping noise from where Jayne is sucking away at Paulo. They stay like this for a long while, floating on the cusp of a three-way orgasm, and it’s only when Kaylee hears Jayne’s breathing change that she knows he’s too close. He won’t want to come again just yet.

Giving Jayne’s cock a final suck, Kaylee sits up to watch the intimate act between her lover and the boy whore draw out to a conclusion. Will Jayne let Paulo come in his mouth? She ain’t certain and when Jayne takes his mouth away she thinks that’s the end of it, but then--oh god--then Jayne’s jerking Paulo off hard and the tip of the boy’s prick is just a bare inch away from his lips.

Kaylee’s fingers drift over her body as she watches the men play, one hand absent-mindedly caressing her breast while the other wriggles down into her bush as she fingers her clit in delicate circles. She’s so ready to come.

“Tianna!” she gasps and as she rubs herself close to climax, Jayne’s hand speeds up. The boy’s hips buck helplessly then he cries out and shoots jerk after jerk of jing ye into Jayne’s open mouth.

This is the dirtiest night of her life, thinks Kaylee as she works a finger in and out of her sore pussy, leaning over to lick away the droplets of spunk from Jayne’s face.

“Need to fuck you,” he says as he pushes her down onto all fours then with shaking hands he skins a condom over his cock and with a lunge of his hips is fully embedded inside her. She understands; she knows that this sudden turn of aggression is all about reasserting his masculinity and, besides this, the tingle of pain adds an extra facet to the insane level of arousal she’s feeling. As Jayne fucks her with stabbing thrusts she watches Paulo laze on the bed and stare up at them. She ain’t sure she should ask this but she wants to see it more than anything.

“Jayne, will you fuck him?” she asks tentatively. She wants it so very much. “For me?”

Jayne stills then there’s this heavy blanket of silence hanging over them and Kaylee knows she’s said the wrong thing and if’n she’s gone and thrown away a perfect gorram relationship over one humped up demand she’ll gorram space herself. “Only if you want to, I mean to say,” she adds quietly.

“Reckon I can,” he says warily. “If he don’t mind, that is.”

“I’d like it.” Paulo shifts around on the bed and Kaylee can hear soft words and quiet sucking sounds as the two men kiss.

She sits up, propping herself on pillows and as Paulo drops to all fours Kaylee’s heart is thundering in her chest. From where she’s sitting, with just that slim body and sleek dark head on display, it could be her most secret fantasy come to life. Jayne and Simon rutting like animals!

Jayne already has his fingers slicked up with lube and he’s murmuring to the boy as he presses inside, loosening him up. Kaylee’s own hand works at her pussy, tweaking and smacking at her clit until she’s cruising on the point of yet another orgasm and with her body on fire she’s growing desperate. Ye su! She needs to see the two men screw now. Removing her hand she tries to ignore the insistent throbbing of her cunt, wanting to come while she’s watching the show rather than the warm up act.

“Fuck him, Jayne. Please,” she urges, her hips arching up off the bed as she clenches every muscle and burns up inside. How can she be getting this hot just from the idea of her man having sex with a male whore? She reaches meltdown point the moment she watches Jayne unroll a rubber over his ji ba and as he edges closer to the boy she’s on her feet, running over to the cabinet and hunting frantically through the items that are for sale.

Dismissing the vibrators--the last thing she needs is anything too stimulating--she rips open the packaging of a thick latex dildo then slicks it up with cooling lube and lies back on the bed, inserting the dong into her pussy and fucking herself slowly as she watches Jayne slide his cock inside Paulo.

“Wo de ma,” she murmurs as she stills her hand and clenches her internal muscles around the dildo. “That looks so good.”

“Feels it,” Jayne mutters, running his fingers over Paulo’s tanned skin, but as he begins to hump the boy it’s Kaylee he’s looking at, every part of him visibly reverberating with excitement as he reaches beneath that slim body and begins to pump cock with slicked up fingers.

“Like what you see then?” Jayne asks. It might be Paulo he’s screwing but it’s Kaylee he’s making love to as his eyes rake over her and his breath comes in rapid gasps.

“Do I, baobei,” she moans, fucking herself with the toy.

This kind of sexing should be dirty and sordid, but it’s a world away from that and Kaylee knows she’ll never forget this night. Kneeling up she leans in toward Jayne, her mouth reaching for his, and as he fucks Paulo and she fucks herself with the dildo they bring each other to climax with hungry kisses.

As soon as this round of sex is over, Jayne dismisses Paulo. Counting out a handful of money he passes it to the boy as a tip and once they’re on their own he stares at Kaylee with a worried expression on his face.

“I need you all to myself,” he says. “You ain’t mad at me, are you?”

“Course I ain’t, you big dolt,” she says with a giggle of laughter that dissolves into a yawn. Her eyes close and she wraps her arms around Jayne’s big body, safe in the knowledge that she and him are better than good together and that all her worries were unfounded.

Later, after a long sleep and a whole lot of food, Jayne runs a bath and they lounge together in the sunken tub, drifting inside this moment of quiet contentment.

“Was it what you thought?” asks Jayne as he pulls Kaylee close up against him.

“It was shiny.” Kaylee’s eyes open wide as she recalls everything in detail. “Though I ain’t certain it’s something we should repeat too often.”

“Maybe not,” agrees Jayne. “Probably best for fantasies to stay where they belong.”

Kaylee leans back against his hairy chest and nods.

“Though I reckon sometimes they can turn out better than you can ever imagine.” Jayne’s voice is quiet and as he kisses the top of her head Kaylee feels this wealth of heat swell up inside her which for once isn’t about sex. She’s never thought of herself as fantasy material.

“So it was okay then?” he questions.

“Yeah.” She leans up to kiss him. “You know I reckoned you was planning on doing something way more crazy than this.”

He looks at her with bewildered blue eyes. “Like what now?”

“Oh I dunno, just thought you was thinking ‘bout asking me a question.”

The light slowly dawns on his face and he goes from confused to shocked in two seconds flat.

“So that’s why you was all ornery with me?”

She laughs and decorates his mouth with kisses.

There’s a long spell of silence and they Jayne speaks up, his voice more muted than usual. “So if’n I had asked that question.” There’s another long pause. “What would you have answered?”

Kaylee reaches out and turns on the faucet with her toes. She’s mulled this over many times in her head, thinking about how well marriage works for Wash and Zoë and how much better life has been with Jayne as her lover. But is she ready for more?

“Ain’t telling you a thing like that, am I?” she retorts with a giggle. “How much do you understand women, Jayne Cobb?”

“None at all.” The big man smiles. “But there’s a thing or two I have learned.”

Pulling her up into his lap, he kisses her hard and before long it isn’t just the bathwater that’s heating up.

Part Three

Fic -- Firefly -- Batteries Not Included (remix) 1/5 -- Jayne/Kaylee -- 18

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 12:03:36 GMT

Title: Batteries Not Included (the very extended version) (1/5)
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee + various threesomes and mention of other non canon pairings
Word count: 6,000/30,000
Warnings: Little bit of slash
Rating: 18
Disclaimers: Joss is boss. I am his minion.
Beta: The fabulous mercsgoodgirl
Summary: Porny soap opera telling the story of Jayne and Kaylee complete with threesomes, fluff and angst.

Dedicated to mercsgoodgirl who once asked me to write a certain scene involving Jayne and Kaylee ;) and to bookaddict43 who gave me a prompt for a drabble which became this 30k fluff fest.

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Batteries Not Included (1)

Life on board Serenity pleases Kaylee. In fact it pleases her so much that most of the time she could squeal with happiness. She loves everything about the ship, from that beautiful thrumming engine to the cozy little bunk that she’s made her own with all manner of trinkets -- mementos of every planet she’s ever visited.

Sometimes though, when Mal’s out of sorts and poor little River’s out of her head, Kaylee wants nothing more than to be alone someplace quiet. An open space where she can run and run and run ‘til her legs are too tired to go any longer and her lungs are bursting in her chest. Serenity may have given her a brand new life out in the black, but on bad days it’s more restricting than her home world ever was.

“We gonna be dirtside any time soon?” she asks as she scoops up mushed veggies on her fork and glares at them balefully.

“Ain’t like you to be scowling, Li’l Kaylee.” Mal looks at her over the top of his mug, the lines on his forehead drawn down into a worried frown.

Kaylee bites her lip and wills away the tears. She don’t like to be a concern to anyone. Most of the time she’s more’n happy with her lot.

“Reckon her best friend’s run out of batteries.” Jayne guffaws and when Kaylee throws the plate full of bread at him the only person looking the least bit surprised is the mercenary.

“I just wanted to see something different for a change. Ain’t much to ask to have a few hours away from you folks once in a while,” Kaylee says, getting up and heading over to the hatch. “Not that you ain’t all good people,” she adds before ducking through the exit.

The last thing she sees is Jayne pushing his half-full plate away from him and staring down at the table.

~~~

They finally hit dirt on a middle-of-nowhere planetoid that goes by the name of Bracken. There’s nothing here except for a couple of podunk towns and a distribution warehouse run by a notorious friend of Patience, but as far as Kaylee’s concerned it’s real and solid and the emptiness is a bonus.

“Reckon we can spare a few days for some rest and relaxation if that suits you all,” says Mal after the deal is complete and the flesh wound in his arm has been bandaged by Simon. Seems like friends of Patience are about as trustworthy as the lady herself.

There’s a certain amount of reluctance in the air at his words.

“Ain’t seen a brothel nor a bar nowhere,” grumbles Jayne.

“As long as I can still make my appointment on Osiris.” Inara peers dubiously out of the open airlock at an endless vista of trees and fields.

But Kaylee ain’t up for listening to no more grouchiness. Stepping outside, her bare feet speed up across the dusty ground until she’s running as fast as her legs can carry her and when she can’t run no more she collapses down into long strands of coarse grass that are sprouting in thick clumps from the banks of a slow moving river.

“Beautiful, just beautiful,” she says, rolling over and over and coming to a halt just before she falls into the lazy water.

After an hour spent baking in the sun her face begins to burn and, not wanting to end up looking like she's been roasted alive, she bounces to her feet and skips over to a sprawling tree which has leaves that shine like burnished copper. It’s been years since she climbed one, but the branches are fat and smooth and the rustling sound offers her the promise of some restful shade.

Pulling her small frame up onto the lowest limb, she looks around and spies a good place to settle, choosing her footholds carefully as she slowly makes her way upward. The branch she’s chosen is almost as wide as her mattress and has a natural dip along its uppermost side allowing her to nestle safely in the crook of its arm.

The peace she discovers here is only a fraction short of perfect. Some sweet stuff to munch on and a book to read would make this idyllic, but even without those extra pleasures she’s happy enough to settle herself into the curve of her makeshift bed and doze.

Sometime later her solitude is disturbed by the sound of splashing and she opens her eyes to see Jayne sitting on the river bank, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts as he dangles his feet in the water. She’s about to call to him when a small voice inside her whispers how much more fun it’d be to spy on the big man, getting him back for some of his mean comments.

Hitching in a breath, Kaylee stares intently as Jayne gets to his feet, looking around as if to make sure he’s alone. Maybe this is gonna get a whole lot more interesting. Chewing on a knuckle, she prays silently that Jayne’ll decide it’s quiet enough for some skinny dipping and, sure enough, he unfastens the catch on his shorts and pulls down the zipper. Kaylee makes certain to keep her breathing as quiet as possible as she waits impatiently for him to strip down to naked.

The pants fall to his ankles and Kaylee’s kind of shocked to discover that he’s wearing nothing underneath them. She thinks of all the times she's been pressed up close against that body when they’ve been playing ball and wonders whether he was commando then too.

Jayne has a gorgeous, muscular backside, just the perfect size for groping, and Kaylee wills him to turn around so she can ogle his other parts too, but then he takes a running jump into the river and it seems as if she ain’t destined to see his ji ba just yet. She can wait. He has to come out of the water sometime.

Kaylee ain’t a swimmer. She can just about manage a few feet with some furious flailing strokes before sinking beneath the surface. Jayne, however, is beautiful when he swims. He’s all muscle and power, exactly like he is on dry land, but there’s an added elegance when he’s in the water which makes Kaylee ache a little between her legs. This is new to her; she’s never wanted Jayne for sex before, but now… She gulps. Now it’s all she can think of.

Rolling over as silently as she can mange, she lays on her belly, the thickness and the undulating ridges of the branch resting against her as she watches the show. Jayne’s fully warmed up now, his body ripping through the water as he swims hard against the sluggish current, then diving down he flips over like a fish, coming back to the surface to do a stretch of backstroke, this time going with the flow of the river. Kaylee watches, mesmerised by his movements, examining the area between his legs and trying to get a good view of his cock as it swings from side to side -- an enticing hint of dark pink flesh. Gorramit, she wants to see more.

Finally, she gets her wish as he climbs out into the long grass, shaking water droplets off him like a dog. He’s a beautiful mass of curved muscle and solid bone. All animal, all male -- sleek and tanned and big where it counts most. His cock and balls hang heavy, jiggling provocatively as he brushes off the remainder of the water and Kaylee licks dry lips, watching his penis thicken a little as his body acclimatises to the warmth of the sun.

He flattens out a bed of grass and lies down slightly to one side, his genitals flopping luxuriantly against a backdrop of hairy skin, and as he runs a hand down his flank, that cock stiffens just a small amount.

Kaylee pushes down with her hands until she’s resting astride the branch then swings a leg around until she’s seated properly, feet dangling like a little girl. Searching through the twigs she picks a few prickly half-formed fruits from where they’re hiding beneath the leaves and drops them into her lap. Once she has a fair number piled up, she begins to toss them at Jayne. The first one lands a few feet short of its target and her brow furrows in concentration, then when the second one misses by a mile, that frown turns to a pout of frustration. It doesn't take long for her to get her aim in, though, and she smiles when Jayne opens his eyes and swats away the missiles which have landed on his belly. A few hits later she laughs as the prickled hooks of one of the fruits gets caught up on the thick pelt of hair that covers his body. Untangling the small object, he looks around in consternation at the unexpected sound coming from the trees.

“Reckon the sight of you spread naked is making me wish I’d brought along my battery powered friend.”

“Aiya!” Jayne jumps to his feet. “Kaylee? Where the gorram hell are you?”

He still hasn’t spotted her and she laughs again. “Up here, you big lunk.”

His eyes wander a path through the branches and she can tell immediately from his expression when he discovers her hiding place.

“You are one bad girl, Kaywinnit. Spying on a man when he’s taking a quiet swim.”

She loves the way Jayne stands there so proud. His cock has filled out a little more at the idea of being watched and Kaylee clenches tight, feeling that delicious ache between her legs as this new found desire burns through her. She laughs again at Jayne’s ticked off face.

“If’n you don’t get down here right now then I’m coming up to fetch you.”

“Better do just that then,” she says. “Not that you’ll be able to manage it with that big old body of yours,” she adds teasingly.

“Big, yeah well that’s a given, but old? I’ll show you how old I am.”

Swinging up into the tree, the first thing Jayne succeeds in doing is banging his head on the underside of a branch. Kaylee winces sympathetically, but his sad puppy look makes her giggle more than ever.

“You’d laugh at a man when he’s hurt, girl? You’re a cruel one for sure.”

All the time Jayne’s talking he’s making his way through the tree and the closer he gets, the more Kaylee’s body begins to hum with anticipation.

“I only laugh at big old exhibitionist lunks.” She tucks her feet up under her, just out of reach of Jayne’s grabbing hand then a moment later looks around in confusion. “Hey! Where you gone? You ain’t fallen out, have you?”

There’s a rustling sound coming from all around her then she squeals in surprise as a naked man drops down from above and catches her in his arms.

“’M right here, baobei.”

Kaylee turns to melted mush at the feel of that sun-warmed body surrounding her. She’d like to tease him some more, but right now every part of her is in danger of spontaneously combusting.

“Ain’t you gonna kiss me, Jayne Cobb?” she asks and he answers with a tongue that presses against her lips, opening her up and exploring every part of her mouth with determined swipes.

His cock, which had been at half-mast last time she looked, now stands full and hard, rubbing up against her as he leans in for more of those kisses. She can’t wait to touch him, wants to know how good it’ll feel with that big prick teasing at her clit and then pushing inside her. How come she’s never thought about sex with Jayne before?

“Seems to me like you’re wearing way too many clothes, pretty girl.”

Jayne's words are punctuated with more kisses and she melts a whole lot more when he unzips her coveralls and pulls them off her shoulders. His hand squirms its way under her tee-shirt and as he cups her left breast she lets out this sigh of delight.

“Want you so gorram bad,” he says pinching the swollen nipple between finger and thumb.

“Jayne,” she murmurs, pushing greedily into his touch and wriggling out of her coveralls. The clothing falls unwanted to the ground as he kisses her again, running a finger under the waistband of her panties then dipping lower and pressing the tip against her aching clit.

“So wet and horny for me, ain’t you,” he says as she cants her hips and lets him have his way with her. “Want to hear you come.”

She lays back, legs dangling down, tee-shirt hiked up, and sighs with happiness as Jayne sits astride the branch, fingering her with one hand and stroking his cock with the other.

“Come for me,” he says a few minutes later, his voice all gravelly with need and, giving in to her pleasure, she does just that, riding his fingers as he circles her clitoris with his thumb and drags her to a sudden climax. Swooping down, he rips off those panties and buries his face in pussy, tongue busy inside her, licking up her juices and drawing out that orgasm to a blissfully long conclusion.

Allowing herself a few moments to recover she then sits up. “Lean against the trunk of the tree,” she says and when he obeys she shrugs off her tee-shirt and climbs into his lap. She can feel him trembling with need as his ji ba presses thick and warm against her.

“Can’t rut here,” he says in between more of those hungry kisses. “Too dangerous.”

“Can’t rut anywhere without rubbers,” smiles Kaylee, taking Jayne in hand and stroking him slow and smooth. “Don’t want no little ‘un filling up my belly,” she says and the kicker is that soft inner voice of hers which adds an unexpected ‘not yet,’ to the end of the sentence.

“Gonna screw you good when we get back to the ship, baobei,” groans Jayne as he rests his head against the tree and watches her jack him off with a spit-wet hand. “Gonna screw you and lick you and make you come for me over and over again.”

Kaylee’s ready for more and she takes his hand and presses it against her pussy, letting him feel how much she’s enjoying this sexing of theirs. “Want to come again now,” she murmurs, licking a pathway of kisses up his neck.

Jayne’s moaning; fucking her with his hand, fucking her with his eyes and his mouth and she’s giving as good as she gets, fist flying as she strokes him off hard and rocks against his fingers. When he yells out she draws every drop of spunk out of him then kneels up and works herself to climax with the heel of his hand pressed firm against her pussy and his mouth sucking fiercely at her nipple.

After they’re both done she curls up against him and wonders, despite Jayne’s earlier words, whether this is a one time only thing. She hopes it’s not. She can see a future for herself and for once it doesn’t involve a whole load of batteries.

~~~

Kaylee and Jayne arrive back at Serenity in a fluster of arousal. Having had a taste of how much fun is on offer, both of them are eager for more and barely make it as far as Jayne’s bunk before getting naked.

Zoë bumps into the new couple making out beside the hatch and raises an inquisitive eyebrow, but neither of them have the time or the inclination to respond to her wordless question. Tumbling down the ladder, they strip out of their clothes then Kaylee locks her arms around Jayne’s neck, leaning in for soft nipping kisses and shoving at him with her hips until he falls backward onto his bed, taking her down with him.

Crouched between Jayne’s legs Kaylee licks a stripe of saliva up his cock and listens to the throaty rumbles of encouragement as he lies there spread-eagled, fingers hooked behind his neck as he watches her go down on him.

“That’s it, girl. Suck my ji ba. Suck me with that pretty mouth of yours.”

Kaylee loves that Jayne’s a talker; nothing turns her on more than a man with a dirty mouth and an honest enjoyment of sex. Doing as he asks she leans in, taking that fat knob between her lips and then teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue.

“Rutting hell,” he mutters, arching up from the mattress, “You got more than just mechanical skills, that’s for sure.”

She giggles and sucks harder at his prick, taking in more of the shaft, inch by velvety inch, and mouthing at it with soft lips until he’s thrashing and near on pushing her away in desperation.

“Don’t wanna come yet,” he breathes then, pulling her upwards so that she’s kneeling astride his face, he suckles at her clitoris until once again she’s on the point of climax, the roughness of his beard stimulating her and making her whine with ever increasing delight.

Ignoring his wishes she twists around, reclaiming her territory until that thick cock is right back where it belongs, sliding in and out between her lips. Hips bucking frantically Jayne sucks and licks at her until she’s coming--coming like nothing on earth--taking him deep down into her throat and breathing in sun and sweat and sex. He’s squirming and she can feel how hard he has to work to restrain himself, but despite this he concentrates on her pleasure, bringing her off in rolling waves of bliss with his tongue. Finally, when she’s convinced that she’s gonna pass out from sensual overload, her orgasm is over and she turns into a quivering heap of bonelessness, sprawled over him with his hard on resting heavy between her open lips.

“Shiny,” she murmurs, her mouth muffled by cock.

Kaylee’s always been suspicious of Jayne’s obsession with whores, but now she understands it fully. The big man has an uninhibited need for sex and has learned a whole lot from his time spent in brothels. He knows women, understands how to please them, and Kaylee can’t keep the smile off her face as she watches him reach in his drawer for condoms.

“Can’t wait to rut with you.” he says matter-of-factly, passing her the unwrapped rubber.

Shaking with excitement she takes hold of his ji ba, feeling it twitch at her touch then having rolled the sheath down the length of his shaft, she gives his balls a quick squeeze and crawls cat-like over him, smiling at his impatient expression. Taking the base of his cock loosely in her right hand, she nudges the head between the lips of her pussy, hips gyrating enough to tease her new lover to a state of craziness.

“Hell, Kaylee. Fuck. Oh fuck.” Jayne groans, his eyes fixed on hers as she sinks lower, both of them moaning with excitement as the walls of her pussy are stretched in delicious fashion. “Ain’t gonna…”

Kaylee can see how close to coming Jayne is and takes pity. She’s the lucky one, relaxed as hell from her orgasm, all dripping wet and ready to enjoy him. “Too much?” she asks and when he gulps and nods she slides off his body, laying down on that narrow bunk and letting him lead the play at a rate he can deal with.

Licking a pattern of kisses over her body and neck, he lingers at her ear, teasing her lobe with his teeth. “Too good,” he whispers as his cock nudges at her pussy, entering her inch by torturous inch. “Too good for me.”

“Not so, Jayne Cobb,” she answers, taking his mouth in a long, tongue-heavy kiss. “Reckon you’re just right.”

As a result of those words the sexual tension in the confined space of Jayne’s bunk becomes almost palpable and their rutting takes on a will of its own. Talking, even dirty talk, stops happening and soon there’s just the slap and slide of eager sexing that feels so great Kaylee can’t even think straight. Her body reacts of its own accord as Jayne fucks her, pulling all the way out to tease at her clit then slamming back in until she’s yelling out like a feng le whore all dosed up on poppers.

“So good, so good,” she murmurs over and over and when Jayne kneels up she raises her legs automatically so allow him easier access to all of her. He leans forward and begins screwing her with these intense strokes that melt her from the inside out until she can’t get enough of this -- of him.

“Play with yourself,” he says. “Wanna watch you frig that pretty ji bai of yours.”

Kaylee licks dry lips then pops two sex-scented fingers into her mouth, smiling a little as Jayne’s eyes widen with excitement. Reaching down she begins to circle her swollen clit with the tips of those fingers, feeling the excitement building inside both of them as she clenches tight, first wave of pre-orgasm rippling through her then bucking into his thrusts she hollers out his name, “Jayne. Jayne.” And she don’t give a rut who hears her because this ain’t about anyone else but them.

In contrast Jayne comes quietly, letting out this slow sigh of absolute pleasure as his body goes rigid, sweat pouring off him in glistening trails, and the way he looks at her after he’s done is more special than the sex.

Pulling the condom off his softening ji ba, Kaylee knots it then tosses it into a corner amongst a pile of dirty laundry and curls back around her new lover, filled with satisfaction at the strange turn of events that have led her to be sharing his bunk. Things are good, she thinks. Jayne sure knows how to fuck. Now all she has to do is persuade him to remove some of the ugly old guns that are decorating his wall space.

“Wanted you so long,” he mumbles, on the point of fading away to sleep.

Hell, she thinks, maybe she can deal with them guns after all.

~~~

The next day Kaylee overhears a conversation that makes her smile from ear to ear.

“She’s gotta be young enough to be your daughter,” says Mal. “Gorramit, Jayne, she’s almost young enough to be mine.”

“Don’t see what age has got to do with it.” Jayne shoves the cargo into the smuggler’s chambers. “Kaylee’s something special, but she ain’t no sweet little virgin. That girl can suck the-”

“Tianna!” Mal sounds so horrified that Kaylee has to clap a hand over her mouth to stop the laughter from escaping. “I don’t wanna hear nothing about what you to get up to in the sack. Just make sure this don’t cause problems with the rest of the crew… and treat her right, dong ma?”

“Ain’t intending to do anything but that, Cap’n,” says Jayne and he sounds so sincere that Kaylee’s smile grows wide enough for it to hurt. Not wanting to be caught listening in to their private conversation she heads quietly up the steps to the galley to start preparing food for supper, smile fading a little as she thinks about her and Jayne’s first family meal together as a couple.

The news about their new found status has circulated fast and Kaylee’s expecting to receive a few strange looks. Despite her happiness, she’s actually kind of nervous when it comes to sharing a table with everyone, but this isn’t the case with Jayne who makes sure he gets to sit next to her and passes her bowls of food with a gloriously content expression on his face. Loosening up, she stops gazing shyly at her plate and begins to join in with the conversation and when Jayne slides a hand into her lap she inclines toward him, resting her head against his shoulder. This is a sight easier than she imagined; they have Mal’s permission to be together, the rest of the crew appear to be unfazed and only Simon looks a little irked. Maybe he does have feelings for her after all.

After supper’s over and the doctor’s helping her clear away the dishes, Kaylee decides it’s a good idea to clear the air at the same time.

“You ain’t upset about me and Jayne, are you?” she says as she wipes down the counter. “Only it didn’t seem as if you and I were ever gonna get around to having sex.”

Simon blushes from his hairline to his toes. “Kaylee, do you have to be…”

His sentence tapers out to a long sigh and the way his eyes turn to Jayne who’s sitting puzzling over a weapons manual makes Kaylee think that maybe it wasn’t her he was taken with after all.

“You’re always so forthright about things,” he finishes helplessly.

“Ain’t no point in being anything else,” she says with a shrug. “If’n things need saying then the best idea is to say ‘em.”

“Well then,” Simon looks at Jayne again and there’s a hint of wistfulness there that leaves Kaylee with a twinge of guilt. “I wish you both well.”

They finish the cleaning amidst a long lasting silence which as far as Kaylee’s concerned is less about the awkward moment they just shared and more to do with the idea of Simon being a little sly over her man. Her dirty imagination is working overtime.

Once everything’s tidy and Simon’s hurried off to hide out in the infirmary, Kaylee stealthily approaches Jayne, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his neck. “Got some work for you,” she says, snatching the book out of his hands and tossing it to one side. Tugging him to his feet she leads him away from the dining area through hatchways and along the fore passage.

“What in the name of di yu needs doing in here?” asks Jayne, looking around in confusion when they end up in Kaylee’s tiny bunk.

Kaylee laughs because he is such a sweet dolt. He may be loud and crude and insulting but, honest to god, he’s as guileless as a baby at times. What you see with Jayne Cobb is what you get and Kaylee likes what she sees very much indeed.

“Only me,” she answers, unzipping her coveralls and stepping out of them.

Jayne’s eyes grow dark and he swipes at his lower lip with a wet slip of tongue. Kaylee watches transfixed as his cock thickens to a solid bar, distending the material of his pants as it rises to a full hard on. Next thing she knows, another pair of panties bite the dust as he tears them off her with greedy fingers.

~~~

Sometimes the only time to really hear Serenity is when the ship is in sleep mode and everyone’s bedded down for the night. Kaylee loves these quiet moments; just her and her girl wiling away the hours together as she tweaks the G-line and listens to how Serenity responds.

“What you doing down here at this kind of hour, baobei?” asks a sleep-roughened voice that echoes along the corridor.

Kaylee smiles at Jayne who’s standing there in the hatchway wearing nothing more than a pair of blue cotton boxers which are hanging at a precarious angle off his hips.

“Got work to do,” she answers, leaning over the open casing and peering inside at Serenity’s working parts.

She’s wearing this real skimpy shirt and can hear that slight intake of breath as Jayne gets a good view of her behind.

“What you do to me,” he groans, stepping forward and pressing up against her. “You’re gonna kill me with all this rutting.”

“Ain’t doing a thing to you,” she says innocently, rocking a little and enjoying the feel of his erection resting solid against her backside. “Just getting on with my work. Fact is you’re the one disturbing me, mister.”

She stands upright and then turns around speedily, shoving at him with palms and hips, and just for a second there’s a worried look on Jayne’s face.

Oh, but he’s shuai, thinks Kaylee as she eyes him up and down. That thick carpet of hair, a barrel chest and firm belly, sensitive dark nipples and muscles to die for -- all of this makes Jayne Cobb the most desirable man she’s ever bedded. After three months of togetherness she’s as greedy for him as always and the way his cock is arching defiantly out of the slit in his shorts makes her hungrier and wetter than ever.

“You’re a bad man,” she says. “Now drop those skivvies and go stand with your face to the wall.

His ji ba twitches with excitement as the shorts slip to the floor, thin material pooling around his ankles, and Kaylee’s mouth floods with saliva.

“Do as I say,” she says, watching with increasing excitement as Jayne steps out of his underwear and strides naked over to the bulkhead, arms raised, palms placed flat on the metal surface. Bridging the distance between them, Kaylee dips a finger into her wet pussy, hips bucking with excitement, then with her other hand she reaches around and grips his cock.

“Spread your legs,” she mutters.

“Xingan, please,” he groans as her hand remains still on his parts.

“I’m touching myself,” she murmurs, “I’m all sticky wet, just ‘cause of you.” She begins to frig, the sound of her masturbation echoing around the metal chamber of the engine room. “Want me to finger you instead?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Wetting herself up with spit, she pushes her hand into the crack of his butt then, searching for the tiny indent, she begins teasing the muscle ring open whilst running a dry palm loosely up his diao.

“You like them whores doing this to you?” she asks, wicked dirty images of Jayne being serviced by a whole brothel of girls filling up her head.

“Hell yes,” he answers, pushing back against her.

“Take more’n one at a time?”

“Took as many as I could afford,” he grunts.

Kaylee likes the past tense of that sentence. Whilst she loves the fantasy of Jayne rutting with a dog-pile of women she’s also very glad he’s showing no inclination to continue doing it.

“You got a fascination for me and whorehouses?” he asks his voice coming gritty with arousal as she continues to rub away at his entrance, her other hand beginning to glide up and down his ji ba.

“I like thinking of you in ‘em,” she says then adds sheepishly, “and I kinda like the idea of a being able to pay for a rut and get exactly what you want.” Rich women can buy time with Companions, but amongst poorer folk it still ain’t expected for girls to want some no-strings time with a man. “Anyway, I reckon most of the boys in the brothels are sly,” she adds speculatively.

“Should think there’s a few who ain’t.”

Jayne’s voice is little more than a growl and as he arches against her she knows he’s ready. Pressing carefully she enjoys the strangeness of the sensation as her finger is sucked inside that burning hot, silky-soft place. Not for the first time she wishes she had a cock rather than a pussy. It must be a shiny feeling to be able to fuck a lover and also get fucked when you want. Men are so gorram lucky it ain’t true.

Crooking her finger she finds the knot of tissue and begins to massage it, her right hand slicking that drizzle of pre-come over him and jerking him proper with slow, determined strokes.

“Kaylee, gorramit I’m gonna shoot. Don’t wanna come yet. Please, girl.”

Clamping her hand around the base of Jayne’s dick, she squeezes tight and carries on fingering his prostate gently. “S’okay,” she says her lips resting against the skin of his back and after a few minutes of this delicate massage he shudders in her arms and she knows he’s come dry.

“How was that?” she asks.

“Good...” Jayne rests his head on the panelling. “Perfect maybe.”

Withdrawing her finger she lets go of his stiff dick and clasps both arms around his belly, letting him recover his senses some. She may be as horny as hell, but she can wait; it’s peaceful just resting close up together.

“Wanna fuck you,” he says eventually.

“There’s condoms in the bottom tray of my tool box.”

Turning, he gives her this look of surprise and admiration and she laughs with delight and goes to fetch the rubbers from her kit which, truth be told, is full of all kinds of stuff. Kaylee’s a highly charged girl and she never knows when she might feel like a little personal time in her hammock.

Jayne bends over examining the contents. “So this is why you come down here so often,” he says, fishing inside and fetching out a blue latex dildo then waving it at her.

Kaylee laughs. “You got your jianhuo and I got my toys,” she says with a cheeky grin as she tears a condom packet off the roll and springs to her feet.

“Don’t need either one of them now,” he says, tugging at the elastic of her panties with his teeth then peeling them down over her bum. “You got me to make you come whenever you want.”

Spreading her pussy with his fingers, he presses delicate little kisses all over the sensitive flesh until Kaylee’s hanging on tight to the metal framework of the ship and on the point of begging.

Too little can be amazing, she thinks as her body begins to hum with approval. “You telling me you don’t jerk off in the shower?” she asks to take her mind off coming.

“Not so much as I used to.” Jayne looks up with glossy lips and shiny eyes. “Tell me what you think about when you’re playing with yourself.” His mouth returns to her pussy, teasing it some more with soft licks and swipes of his tongue.

“Mostly I think about you and them whores,” she says honestly. Well honest to an extent because sometimes she thinks about Jayne and Simon together and it gets her from nought to climax in about ten seconds when she needs it quick. “I think about you and a bed full of women who you’ve paid to make you feel good.”

“Gorramit, girl. I gotta have you now,” declares Jayne urgently, getting to his feet and hefting her into his arms. “Condom,” he says as he pushes her up against the wall and, hanging on tight to his neck, she passes him the sheath. Tearing the packet open with teeth and fingers, he bucks at the sensation as the roll of rubber glides down over him and as his knob presses against her clit she feels an orgasm build rapidly inside her belly.

Writhing a little, Jayne adjusts the way Kaylee’s seated in his arms and then when his cock nudges at her entrance she makes these breathy sighs of delight that increase in volume as he begins to fill her up, inch by gorgeous inch. This whole session has been about teasing and delicacy, but now everything shifts up a gear. Jayne’s mouth closes over hers and kissing her deep and fucking her deeper, he slams his cock in and out of her pussy, setting every part of her on overdrive. His body hair rubs up against her clit, his fingers caress her breasts and she wonders from now on if every time she sees a wall she’s going to beg to be fucked hard against it. Seems likely.

“So good, wo ai ren,” she blurts out as she tumbles over into climax, gripping him tightly with her legs.

Looking at her, his eyes as wide as she’s ever seen them, Jayne comes with a shudder. “Wo ai ni,” he says uncertainly.

Part Two

Fic -- Firefly -- Latter Days -- Jayne/Mal -- NC17

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 21:12:40 GMT

Sneaking this in during the Friday night deadzone as it contains sex of a dub con nature and much angst. It's set post BDM (with one necessary iffy reference to FF) in a very dark future. Based on a prompt mercgoodgirl set me which was supposed to be a happy little ficlet, I started writing and this came out.

Title: Latter Days
Fandom: Serenity/Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Jayne
Word count: 1,900
Warnings: Dubcon, major angst.
Rating: 18
Disclaimers: Joss is boss. I am his minion.
Beta: Fantastic superfast beta by mercsgoodgirl
Summary: Based on the prompt by mercsgoodgirl, trying out a new gun. After the events at Miranda and Mr Universe's station, all the crew are suffering, but Jayne is affected worst of all.

X-posting at LJ and IJ.

mouseovers for translation

Latter Days

A pack of so called ‘criminals’ should be able to come to terms with a couple of deaths, but that ain’t the way things work out. There are too many ghosts on board Serenity and not just the spirits of dead folk neither. Inara’s gone back to the training house and once again her shuttle’s been left all prettied up like a memorial tomb. Zoë’s lost in a limbo world, mourning her husband, slender arms clutched around her empty belly as if she’s carrying a phantom baby. Kaylee and Simon ward off the worst of it by rutting like animals and River plots chains of numbers into the navcom as if she’s mapping out the rest of their lives. Jayne, however, is a more potent problem, hauling a heavy load of bitterness around like there’s a devil riding his back at all times.

Mal copes with the loss of good friends and the sudden departure of an almost-lover. He can be a shoulder for Zoë to cry on when she needs him and is able to keep River occupied, letting her teach him all the skills she’s soaked up to do with piloting. He can give Simon and Kaylee the freedom they need for building a relationship, but he can’t, for the life of him, figure out what to do about Jayne. Unlike him, the mercenary isn’t dealing with the aftermath at all well. As time has gone on, Jayne has been heading for an increasingly dark place; the events on Mr Universe’s station tipping him over the edge into angry despair.

~~~

They fuck mercilessly after a job goes south on Athens. Both of them are drunk and when Mal emerges unsteadily from the bathroom, Jayne’s lying in wait for him. The big man pushes him against the wall, feeling him up with dirty fingers, an even dirtier leer on his face, and Mal lands one good punch to that nose before shrugging off his suspenders and turning a speedy 180.

Ain’t no doubt that he needs something to make him feel alive again and this roughness will do for starters.

~~~

More jobs get botched and it’s beginning to seem as if they picked up bad mojo for a passenger while they were on Miranda.

“It ain’t curses nor ghosts,” says Jayne, reading Mal’s mind. “This is all about you, you chùsheng xai-jiao de xiang huo.

“Blame the Alliance if you want to blame someone,” interrupts Mal as Jayne continues to cuss him out in a long stream of filthy Mandarin.

“So it’s the purple bellies’ fault you rutted up the details of this pick up, huh?”

The merc kicks out at an empty packing box on the hold floor and Mal watches it smash into the aft bulkhead.

“Got most of the pay-off,” he snaps. “And anyhow that ain’t why you’re pissed.”

“Oh, so you know what’s going on in my head, Captain.” Jayne’s lip curls into a sneer. “A gorram reader now. Reaver more like.”

The ‘captain’ comes out sounding like an expletive and Mal bristles. “I know you reckon things would’ve turned out better if you’d been the one making the decisions.” He frowns at the bigger man. “But that ain’t up for discussion, just the way ‘skipper of this boat’ ain’t either.”

Jayne stomps up to him, glare aimed square and true, and just for a second Mal’s apprehensive. Turns out he has a right to be when Jayne’s fingers latch on to his throat and begin this slow burning squeeze.

“Never know now, that’s for sure.” The merc spits ice and fire with eyes and mouth. “Never know what the outcome would’ve been if I’d put that bullet through your brain and taken over, way I intended to back then.”

He lets go and strides off up the stairway, leaving Mal to finish off the menial work whilst trying to rub away the red marks that Jayne’s big hands have left on his neck.

“He’s wrong, Sir.”

Mal jerks around. Christ alone knows how long Zoë has been lurking there behind the loading rig. “What d’you say, now?”

“He’s wrong about you being the cause of this. We all agreed what we were getting into after Miranda, Jayne included. You shouldn’t let him push you around like that.”

Mal knows she’s right, but he’s prepared to concede to the mercenary this once. After all they’re all hurting in their own ways and Jayne’s just finding his path out of the woods. “It won’t happen again, Zo,” he says. “I can keep him in his place.”

~~~

They rut harder and more frequently than ever, although Mal ain’t actually certain if he wants it this way. Jayne Cobb’s always been a coarse man and that devil he’s lugging around is adding cruelty to the mix. Yet despite his feelings on the matter, something about this makes Mal hard. He can sense when they’re building up to one of their brutal fucks. Jayne gets angry, calling him out with a vicious tongue, shoving against him, even hitting him on the sly when no one’s about and Mal has no come back other than a thickening piece of meat in his pants.

So yeah, they rut more’n ever and Mal bleeds because of it. Hurt and humiliated, he can barely look anyone in the eye, but that gutful of blistering spunk gives him something to blame that, for once, isn’t personal.

Jayne finishes off with a satisfied grunt then pulls his captain off to a cold climax and walks away, leaving Mal alone to watch his sperm trickle down the side of a shiny metal container. He stares blankly at the insignificant snail trail, wondering again how things have become so very humped.

~~~

“Jayne ain’t right, Sir.”

Zoë places a mug of coffee in front of him and Mal nods his thanks whilst silently contemplating the mercenary who’s being patched up in the infirmary. There’s liquor in the hot drink and the fumes work their way into Mal’s nostrils. Sinuses burning, he coughs fiercely from the unexpected sensation.

“He killed five men today.” Zoë rests her butt on the edge of the table and rubs Mal’s back to ease the muscle spasm.

“That’s what I pay him for.” Mal splutters and laughs and he ain’t quite sure of the reason for the tears which are forming in the corners of both eyes.

“He killed five men that didn’t need killing.”

Scrying into the dark brown contents of his mug, Mal hopes to find an answer hidden there. “Who’s to say they wouldn’t’ve taken down one of us?” he says bleakly.

“Once upon a time you would have recommended a man like that for court martial.”

Mal takes a swig of coffee and surreptitiously wipes away the wetness from his cheeks. He isn’t up to this conversation. He isn’t up to this, period.

Zoë continues, “I understand, Mal. Really I do, but this whole situation is getting out of control. Jayne’s out of control.”

She looks anxious and tired and Mal knows he has to stop depending on her so much. The woman’s just a hair’s breadth away from snapping under the pressure. She’s speaking in this gentle voice that’s totally unfamiliar and he struggles to understand the words, his brain too muddled these days to comprehend what’s happening around him.

“Simon and I have been talking and-”

“This ain’t up to you.” Mal gets to his feet, legs buckling slightly, voice rising. “Serenity is my boat, you hear. You’re no different to Jayne, making decisions behind my back.”

Without another word Zoë leaves the dining area, head shaking solemnly from side to side, and Mal wonders if he’s made yet another mistake. His present judgement is questionable at best, but the thing--the one thing that nobody comprehends--is that it’s still his judgement to make.

His boat. His crew. His choice.

~~~

They fight mercilessly after a job goes south on Greenleaf. Neither of them are drunk and neither of them are hard and it’s only when the barrel of a pistol presses against Mal’s chest that he knows how very wrong Jayne is.

There’s craziness contained in those blue eyes. There’s tears and excitement and confusion. The big man’s half-laughing and half-crying and Mal doesn’t know what words to use to bring him back.

The hiss of the smoothers is a relief and Mal nods slightly to the doctor who’s standing just behind Jayne’s shoulder. It’s easy enough to disarm the mercenary, gun practically falling from lax fingers, and Mal catches him as he collapses forward, bringing him slowly to rest, face down on the dusty ground.

~~~

“I’m sorry, Mal.”

Jayne is utterly penitent and Mal believes him. Still, this has no real bearing on the situation.

“I ain’t gonna do a moon brain thing like that ever again. I won’t take another drop of drink no more neither.”

The crazy has gone from those eyes -- for the time being at least. All that’s left is pain and anxiety and sadness.

“It ain’t just about the liquor, Jayne. I wish it were.” Mal’s secretly been blaming whiskey for every one of Jayne’s misdemeanours since Miranda. The man is a functioning alcoholic--often times not so much of the functioning--but his actions on Greenleaf have proved beyond doubt that drink isn’t at the heart of the matter.

“I’ll be a better man. I’ll make it up to you, way I did after Ariel. Remember, Mal?”

Mal remembers all too clearly and when Jayne pushes into his arms, kissing him with a searching tongue, he kisses back, craving the comfort.

Clothes are tugged free and they fall onto the bed, huddled together with Jayne’s knees raised and his legs hooked around Mal. The rutting is slow and gentle--a pretence of love making--and Mal’s remembering too much now and there’s a deep-seated ache inside of him. When climax hits, he looks down into a scared face and realises that comfort is a one way street and it’s all going in Jayne’s direction.

~~~

“Change of plan, Li’l Albatross. Key in the co-ords for Nova Six and then Paquin.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Mal watches the girl’s fingers dance over the panel. The thing he enjoys most about River is that she doesn’t feel the need to talk constantly. It gives him time to think.

When Jayne first became a member of the crew the man was pretty reticent about his past, but as time wore on he began telling Mal snatches of stories about his family life back home. It sounded pretty good to Mal’s jaded ears. He himself had a different kind of upbringing -- more money and education maybe, but a sight less kinfolk to rely on.

Jayne’s been calmer these last few days, but Mal’s fully aware that it’s only because of the drugs Simon’s been prescribing him. The young doctor knows everything there is to know about smoothing out troublesome situations. Mal’s also been offering up his own kind of remedy to give Jayne the comfort he needs. A temporary fix.

Having considered it over carefully, Mal has no regrets about taking the mercenary home to his family on Nova Six. It’s time he tried out a new gun and there’s always plenty of them for hire in the harbour bars on Paquin.

His boat. His crew. His choice.

DONE

Ficlet -- Chuck -- The Taste Test -- Casey/Chuck -- 15

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 19:36:31 GMT

Title: The Taste Test
Fandom: Chuck
Pairing: Hints of Casey/Chuck.
Word count: 750
Warnings:
Rating: 15
Disclaimers: Chuck isn't mine, but can I have Casey?
Beta: Nope
Summary: For ladyofpride from her prompt black licorice. There's things Casey likes and there's things that he doesn't.

The Taste Test

John Casey loves all kinds of food from all kinds of crazyass countries. He’s eaten the best meatballs ever from a street vendor in Kabul, although he has an idea that the herb used for seasoning them was not oregano. When he was stationed in Mongolia he even tried sheep’s eyes, mind you he was pretty wasted at the time. He’s tasted fried chicken feet and cooked grasshoppers and even the idea of chewing inch-long live witchetty grubs doesn’t revolt him. If you’re hungry you eat; it’s as simple as that.

As long as no one’s talking about licorice.

He hates licorice -- the black kind, not those sissy cherry-flavoured Twizzlers that pretend to be evil. It’s the real stuff that’s his nemesis. Kryptonite that disguises itself as innocent looking sticks of pure black pain.

When he was a kid--a real kid, not a Bartowski type kid--his mom used to keep a tin of licorice hard candies in the car. She’d suck on them constantly, offering them around to torture everyone in the family. They stopped sickness, she used to say, but in his case they brought it on. Or ‘brought it up’ is maybe a more apt phrase to use.

Now Casey may hate licorice, but more than that he hates the idea of anyone finding out his secret, so when Chuck Bartowski and that runt Grimes sit on the counter sucking on black Twizzlers, Casey growls low in his throat and stays clear of them. He spends the morning stacking and re-stacking the shelves until even Big Mike notices and congratulates him on the unusual amount of effort he’s putting in. The manager leaves the floor in a hurry as soon as Casey’s growl turns into a lip-curling snarl.

“Casey. Oh, Casey!”

The Intersect is calling him over to the desk now. Who the fuck does Bartowski think he is? He attempts to ignore the twerp, but that insistent “Casey,” is driving him nuttier than when Grimes and Bartowski play sword fighting with the barbecue tools. The grill section is his and no one else should be allowed to touch -- even customers if Casey has his way.

Tentatively he approaches the counter, coming to an abrupt halt at the first whiff of Kryptonite.

“Ellie wants your recipe for quiche.” Bartowski grins at him with a black-tinted mouth and Casey turns green in response. “Oh and Sarah's just called and she's wondering if you…and um Bluebell would like to come out on a double date with us tonight.” The kid winks, looking even more demonic.

Bluebell is a cow’s name. Why did the moron pick that as a cover story, for christsake? He’d never date a woman called something as ludicrous as... “Bluebell?”

“Yeah, you know, your girlfriend you were telling me about when we were car-pooling yesterday.”

Casey leans in, grabbing Bartowski by his shirt collar. He’s filled with a sudden need to throttle away all that stupid, but Grimes is laughing hysterically and the stink of licorice is getting stronger by the second, thwarting his plans of mass destruction. Dry heaving, Casey drops Chuck and cups a hand over his own mouth, willing himself not to barf in front of them. Grabbing the candy out of their mouths, he launches the evil sticks across the store and everyone watches with awe as they land neatly, side by side, on top of the rack of 360 games.

“Dude, you stole my Twizzler,” says Grimes. “You owe me big.”

“Does Casey not like the nasty licorice?” says Bartowski in a fucking baby voice and Casey is so very close to reaching for his gun.

“You can’t hurt me in here,” smirks Chuck, reaching under the desk and pulling out another piece of candy like it’s a magic trick.

“Wanna bet,” growls Casey, making a grab for the kid.

Chuck snatches his arm back and leaps over the counter, racing away gazelle-like across the floor with Casey on his tail like a cheetah.

Pushing past the customers (who are always wrong) and ignoring evil management glares, (Beckman is far more intimidating) Casey corners Chuck in the staff area, pressing him up against the lockers.

“I… I’m very sorry?” Chuck grins nervously as his tie tightens into a hangman’s noose. “Casey?”

The Twizzler drops from Chuck’s hand and Casey pushes in close, breathing in aniseed fumes and feeling Chuck squirm helplessly against him. Closer now, the scent turns more aromatic and even Chuck’s bluish-black teeth are becoming strangely appealing. Closer still, just a fraction of an inch separating their lips, Casey looks into big, scared eyes and feels a big, less-than-scared hard on rubbing against his. Reaching around, he cups Chuck’s butt and reduces the gap between them to zero, discovering in the process that black licorice tastes way better than he remembered.

DONE

Ficlet -- Firefly -- Mal -- Hand on Heart -- NC17

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 15:09:05 GMT

Title: Hand on Heart
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/hand
Word count: 550
Warnings:
Rating: NC17
Disclaimers: Joss is boss. I am his minion.
Beta: Nope
Summary: From piratepurple's prompt asking for Mal's thoughts while jerking off. This is more about what Mal looks at, but there is thinking of sorts.

Hand on Heart

Mal blames his moodiness on a whole lot of things. Being out in the black for a number of years. Being near enough celibate for too many of them. Being so closed off from everyone that he daren’t own up he has feelings.

On days like today the anger and frustration builds into a sexual charge so fierce that he’s brimming over with desperation. In fact he has his suspenders off and pants pushed down even before the hatch to his bunk is fully shut.

Cock wrapped up tight in a cocoon of fingers, he falls to his knees and hunts around one-handed in his storage locker for some of the captures he purchased recently in Persephone. Good and dirty they are -- threesomes, girl on girl, hard sly bondage with some piss play for fun. He’s so jaded he needs new stimuli to jerk off to nowadays and Badger always comes up with the goods. The little fence is a peddler of all manner of fine pornography.

Mal squeezes a dollop of lube into his palm then, shuddering with anticipation, he begins a slow pull at his erection, enjoying the slide of slippery skin, breath coming in short gasps of excitement as he lays a hand on the capture and begins playback.

Shoving his breeches lower, he uses the bunk to push himself up to a full squat then teases a slick finger into his hole. It’s only when he’s wincing from the intense stimulation that he realises he’s selected the wrong piece of film, his middle finger sliding free in shock. This is one of those little gems that Kaylee likes to keep as a record of all their good times. All of them 'round the table on Book’s birthday, pulling faces at the tiny apple pie with a lone candle in it. There they are visiting some fancy Core vacation spot with Wash and Zoë dressed to the nines, dancing cheek pressed against cheek and everyone else cheering in the background.

The images make Mal smile, but the happiness fades when he realises that his right hand is still rubbing away at his hard on and he knows he ought to stop but, wo de ma, it doesn’t feel as wrong as it should.

Too far gone to resist Mal gives in to his urges, jerking less frantically than usual as he watches a rerun of the crew playing in the cargo hold. He and Jayne are fighting for control of that ball and neither of them are about to concede defeat. Laughing in real time now, Mal watches the scene unwind as brains win out over muscle as he feigns losing and then catches Jayne unawares, causing the merc to overbalance. The big man ends up on top of him, but Mal has hold of the ball and launches a crazy shot up in the air which somehow makes its way through the hoop. The whooping and celebrating that goes on afterwards makes it sound as if there’s a hundred people in there rather than just nine.

Closing his eyes Mal slides a fist up and down his erection, enjoying the sensation of masturbation rather than just the idea of release. When he comes it’s with a new found understanding. Maybe he ain’t as shut off from the rest as he once thought.

DONE

Grrr Argh

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 13:00:35 GMT

I'm bogged down writing complex Jayne gen fic and complex Chuck/Casey plotty sex fic and research heavy d/S Casey/Ellie fic all at the same time and I really need to dash out something quick, lightweight and sexy just for some fun.

Prompts please. <3

Fic -- Chuck -- Snapshots (1) -- Casey/Ellie -- NC17

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 15:06:07 GMT

I forgot to x-post here. ::head desk::

Title: Snapshots (1)
Fandom: Chuck
Pairing: Casey/Ellie, hints of Chuck/Sarah
Word count: 2,900 this part
Warnings: Mild fetishism and D/s play.
Rating: NC17
Disclaimers: Chuck isn't mine, but can I have Casey?
Beta: Nope
Summary: John Casey thinks he knows everything when it comes to women. Then he meets Ellie Bartowski.

Snapshots (1)

i)

The first time John Casey brushed past Ellie Bartowski he could smell her. Her perfume was sweet and heavily floral, but it couldn’t disguise the heady musk of that wetness between her legs. Casey stroked a hand up his own thigh, imagining the feel of that pussy parting beneath his fingers and his palm rested delicately over his erection as he thought about all the fun he was going to have later when he was on surveillance duty.

Enjoying the feel of his hardness throbbing through the layered material of suit pants and shorts, he couldn’t resist a small encouraging smile aimed Ellie’s way. Women were gullible creatures. As utterly tempting as they were, they never seemed to be aware of the full extent of it. As far as they were concerned, sexual attraction was all about a slim waist and the perfect curve of buttocks in a pair of tight hot-pants and this, to be fair, was an added bonus, but the true secret of their attraction was buried deep inside their chemistry. John Casey understood women and because of this he knew how to get into their panties whenever he wanted to.

All it took was one appraising return look from the girl for this superiority to ebb clean away, the blood from his brain cells re-routed into feeding the demanding thickness that pressed insistently against his zipper. He stared at Ellie Bartowski and she stared right back, her eyes flickering with delight between his erect cock and his dilated pupils and for the first time in his life John Casey lowered his gaze submissively and came in involuntary spurts of hot, thick spunk.

ii)

Women were at their most attractive when they knew they were beautiful, taking long sashaying strides across a room, curvaceously rhythmic and drawing the eye of every person in there. More often than not, though, this was a self-centred act. All they were thinking about when they walked that imaginary runway was how gorgeous they looked in those new Laboutin sandals: how pretty their cleavage was peeking out of the new season Karen Miller dress. They walked around in a daze of self-obsession only coming to so they could slyly observe the effect they were having on the men around them.

Ellie Bartowski was different. She knew she was gorgeous and didn’t need to strut that runway, neither did she covet admiring gazes. When Ellie walked the aisles of the Buy More she exuded animal grace and as she hunted her prey down, John Casey could feel her approach, scenting those intense pheromones and hardening instantly.

“Mr Casey,” she said in that sultry voice.

He turned, hoping that this time he wouldn’t be aroused to point of ejaculation by the mouth-watering smell of her pussy. “Yes, Ma’am,” he said and the unexpected form of address slipping out from between his lips caused him to flush hot with a surge of excitement.

“Chuck and I were wondering if you’d like to come to dinner for Thanksgiving.”

Throwing the kid into the mix was a clever game play. It made certain that Ellie remained in control of the situation. She wasn’t asking Casey to have her; to spread her legs wide and nudge his cock between those soft wet folds then thrust home with a grunt of approval.

Exerting the remnants of his willpower he forced back the urge to climax, chewing at his lower lip to take the edge off with a little pain. “I’d love to, thank you,” he answered, withdrawing a further ‘Ma’am’ at the last second. That would have been too dangerous this early on in the game.

She smiled and it was wide and sinful and so at odds with those innocent eyes that Casey felt a shiver of excitement run through him, causing his nipples to peak and rub against the rough material of his Buy More shirt. Then with a quiet “goodbye, John,” she walked away, keeping him in her sights until the last second when she flashed him a final salacious glance before turning her head and leaving the building.

iii)

Casey wasn’t certain why he’d accepted the dinner invitation. Thanksgiving was one of his least favourite holidays. He had very little to be thankful for, other than a job which kept him disconnected from people and allowed him to play with guns. His recollections of family parties all centred around an excess of alcohol and hellish arguments and, to be honest, they weren’t something he looked back on with affection, but the moment he stepped over the threshold he couldn’t deny that the Bartowski residence was a welcoming place to spend an evening. The only negative factor was that moron Devon who kept on shouting his mouth off and running his hands over Ellie’s body. In fact Casey was hard pushed to resist skewering the jerk when they were finishing off stuffing the turkey.

“Taste this,” said Ellie as she approached him carrying a glass of burgundy, but rather than offering him the wine, instead she pressed a finger against his lips.

Opening his mouth he lapped the pungent cream from her skin, sucking the finger inside and swirling his tongue around and around in order to lick away every drop of pussy juice.

Did she come just for him, he wondered. Did she lie on the bed with her pretty little hand frigging away at her clit and rubbing herself off to orgasm just for him? Maybe she’d only brought herself close and was dripping wet and aching beneath that little black dress.

“Good?” she asked, pulling her hand away until the finger was released with a gentle pop.

“Very.”

Poking his tongue out cheekily between his lips, Casey gave Ellie a defiant look and her gaze hardened instantly. The silent admonishment stung and he lowered his eyes. If this was his game he would do some swift manoeuvering in order to get her alone then he would kneel in front of her and push her dress up those slender, bare thighs. Bending his head closer he’d kiss those tempting pussy lips then lap at her clit and tongue her until she was on the point of coming. At the last second he’d push his fingers up inside her and fuck her with his hand until the juice was running downwards, staining the cuff of his pristine white shirt.

But unfortunately he wasn’t the one in charge.

iv)

“Which microwave do you recommend?”

Casey had been dreaming about that cultured voice for months. Subtly, he adjusted the lie of his semi-erection to show it off to full advantage before turning to greet Ellie Bartowski.

“This one’s currently our deal of the month, Ma’am,” he said, indicating the Sanyo behind him and enjoying the way her soft, brown eyes raked over him as if she were eating him alive.

“I’ll take it,” she said, licking dusky pink gloss from her lips.

Casey’s cock jerked to full erection and he angled his hips forward just a little to prove to her what she’d been missing out on all this time.

“I’ll arrange that for you, Miss Bartowski,” he said, wondering how long it was going to be before he gave in to his urges, pushing her over a flat surface and taking her hard from behind.

As Casey stood behind the counter waiting for the credit card details to process, he stroked a hand up and down his erection, watching Ellie who was watching him back with eyes that shone with approval.

“Can you carry the box out to the car for me?” she asked and just for a second her hand brushed against his, the sexual charge striking him like a bolt of lightning.

“My pleasure, Ma’am,” he said, unable to disguise the raw need in his voice.

Casey was beginning to think that the girl would never be his pleasure. Having to listen in regularly to the sounds of her fucking that idiot boyfriend of hers was slowly but surely driving him crazy. His cock was rubbed sore from an overdose of masturbation, it was hard to keep his mind on anything else and unfortunately Ellie was not the Bartowski sibling he was supposed to be concentrating on.

Following her obediently, he carried the box out to her Mitsubishi and loaded it into the trunk. Then, having slammed it shut, he looked up to see her leaning inside the passenger door, apparently searching for something beneath the seat. There was a sigh of success as her fingers curled around an object, but Casey was way too distracted by the sight of that flared summer dress riding provocatively upwards around her bottom to care what it was she had been hunting for.

“Pull down my panties,” she said.

At least he thought that’s what she said, but her voice was so very quiet. His erection at its fullest he inched forward, laying the palm of his right hand at the top of her thigh.

“Pull down my panties, John,” she repeated and this time, without question, he did as she requested, kneeling down on the gritty surface and running his hands under her dress until he made contact with the waistband of that dainty scrap of layered lace that lied about being functional underwear.

The scent of her pussy was intoxicating and, breathing in deeply, he very slowly began to tease the panties down. By the time they were at mid-thigh he was gasping with need and, leaning in closer, he lifted the material of her dress, taking in every detail of that pretty shaven cunt. Unable to resist any longer he kissed a path along delicate glossed folds that were swollen with desire.

Pushing him away from her with an outstretched foot, Ellie stood up, her underwear falling around her ankles as she folded her arms and looked at him with a stern gaze. “Did I say you could touch me, John?”

“No, Ma’am,” he answered, still on his knees in the dirt.

“I want you to buy me a present to make up for this,” she said with a small smile, “but it has to be the right present.” Stepping out of her panties she kicked the material towards him. “I’ll let you have these as encouragement.”

Casey reached out and grasped hold of the scrap of turquoise and pink lace, running his middle finger over the damp gusset whilst imagining how much more tender his cock was going to become after an evening spent with Ellie’s underwear.

Getting to his feet he watched the girl walk around the car and climb into the driving seat. “Have fun, John,” she said, tearing open a sachet of lube. Smearing some gel over a small bullet vibrator, she spread her legs and eased the device inside her then clicked the switch on the controller. “I know I'm going to.”

With the hum of that toy ringing in his ears and the soft material of Ellie’s panties balled in his hand, Casey pressed a fist against his crotch and came.

v)

Working himself up to yet another orgasm--the gusset of those panties pressed against his nose--Casey looked at all the sex goods on offer online. What was the goddamned right present, he wondered, licking spunk off his fingers. A discreet vibrator disguised as a lipstick? Maybe the underwear was a clue. Did she want him to get her a rose-patterned corset or a naughty doctor’s outfit?

It was impossible to do this on the internet. This game of theirs was all about sensuality and he needed to be able to touch what he was buying to know whether it was right or not.

Wiping away the come with a wad of Kleenex, he strode purposefully to the shower, scrubbing himself clean and shampooing his hair in double-quick time. Having towelled off the worst of the wetness, he dressed quickly in standard issue Diesels and a black polo shirt then hurried downstairs to check the addresses of the local sex stores before grabbing his keys and racing out the door.

This was bad. Casey knew he should pay more attention to his duties, but he suspected that Agent Walker was willing to keep a very close eye on business and had no complaint about her getting involved with the Intersect if it meant that he had time to play games with the sister. Everything would be fine as long as Walker didn’t screw up again.

By night, even the least sordid of the Los Angeles sex stores oozed with come-fuck-me tackiness and for the first time in his life Casey found himself nervous, verging on terrified. Having circled the four stores closest to home at least a dozen times, Casey decided that further away was better and headed for West Hollywood.

Finally plucking up some courage he entered the biggest, least threatening establishment and discovered a whole new world at his fingertips. Examining shelf upon shelf of vibrators, he dismissed the assistants with a polite smile as they hurried over to help him. How would they be able to choose the perfect gift for a woman like Ellie Bartowski when they didn’t even know her?

Having given up on the idea of a sex toy, Casey moved over to the racks of clothing, touching the roughness of the lace and the softness of the silk then once again walking away empty-handed. Money was no object--he would spend any amount needed--but it was just a matter of finding something that wasn’t too ordinary or too tacky.

The shoes called him over, rack after rack of shiny patent leather drawing him in like a siren. Picking up a pair of four inch stilettos he ran the tip of the heel over his palm, imagining exactly how that would feel with Ellie’s foot inside it, applying pressure to his body. Then, with his cock beginning to make a visible stand inside his jeans, he saw a pair of thigh-high boots, black PVC fetish wear with that unmistakable smell of polish and industrial plastic. Laces hooked their way, ladder-like, way to the top and he could almost see Ellie, standing over him wearing this incredible item of footwear. Swallowing back the drool, Casey ran through details of the Bartowski apartment in his mind, recalling images of Ellie’s walk in closet with row upon row of boxed up shoes. He knew what size she took, but now for the big question. Was this the perfect present? His cock definitely thought so, dribbling at the thought and wetting the inside of his shorts with excitement, but Casey still wasn’t convinced. He was already in trouble for misbehaving and he didn’t want to make matters worse.

Then, just like those stupid cartoon shows on TV, the light bulb above his head pulsed on and off. He had the answer. He knew exactly what to buy her as a gift. With one final, remorseful fondle of the fetish boots, he replaced them on the shelf and went to hunt down that perfect present for Ellie Bartowski.

~~~

The next evening, once he was certain that everyone else was out, he presented it to her in a gift-wrapped box.

“Clever man, John,” she said approvingly as she discarded the packaging and wielded the hand-crafted riding crop, testing the strength of the sting as she snapped the leather loop against the palm of her hand.

Running the tip of the crop over John’s chest she gripped the hem of her skirt and inched it higher. “Go down,” she said. “Bring me off with your mouth.”

Leaning a hand on a wooden bookcase she waited for Casey to obey and, once he was kneeling before her, she lifted her leg athletically high and placed the sole of her sandal on Casey’s shoulder, presenting her pussy for him to kiss.

“Make me come.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Casey replied, his voice muffled by the closeness of her folds.

Nuzzling at her, he ran the flat of his tongue from vagina to clit in several long strokes and then began to nibble and suck on the swollen nub of flesh, feeling it harden to his attentions. Spreading her with his fingers he delved inside, but the increased pressure from that foot and the sharp sting as the riding crop made contact with his ribs told him that he’d made yet another mistake.

“I said you can bring me off with your mouth, not any body part you choose.”

Casey stiffened to full erection as that shoe bore down hard on his shoulder. Pressing in closer he let his hands drop to his thighs and worked busily at Ellie, licking, nibbling, burrowing his tongue inside her until she moaned with pleasure.

“More of that,” she instructed.

The taste of pussy combined with the faint smell of leather and sweat from the shoe was a powerful aphrodisiac and as he nipped and sucked at her clitoris, feeling her shudder and ride his mouth, he knew this night was a turning point. She came loudly, crying out over and over again, and he tongue-fucked her to satisfaction as deeply as he could manage, letting her use the whole of his face for her pleasure. When her lengthy climax was over Casey discovered, to his surprise, that his was also.

TBC

Mal/Jayne Drabble Series (41-50)

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 17:29:59 GMT

41. Enthusiastic

Jayne might be an enthusiastic lover, but for some reason, Mal didn’t expect to find him being enthusiastic with anyone else.

He stands there like a fool watching Kaylee riding Jayne’s cock then, when vomit begins to rise, he turns and walks away. Afterwards, Jayne tries to explain but Mal can’t listen. There’s nothing to say. What can be said to make this right? Then Kaylee starts crying in public and Mal takes her to the engine room to hear her out.

“Don’t blame Jayne,” she sobs. “I didn’t mean you to break up. He just knows me is all.”

42. Taxi

Jayne hates hisself. He had something good and, like a gorram idiot, he rutted it up. Kaylee keeps looking at him mournful like and he wishes she’d leave him be, because what’s done is done.

Next job, they get to play nice at a fancy shindig. Jayne’s made up his mind that he ain’t gonna fall apart, because that won’t win back Mal, so instead he dresses up in his best clothes and stays sober, acting as bodyguard and taxi-driver and letting everyone else have fun.

He tries not to think about all the fun he and Mal could’ve had.

43. Worker

Breaking up would be easier if Jayne would stop being so gorram mature about it.

He ain’t drinking, he ain’t whining, he ain’t fighting or sulking. He’s being a hard worker with a good attitude and, on top of that, he looks gorram fine in his dinner suit.

First off, Mal scouts around for another partner to wile away the evening with, but none of them match his taste and he ends up leaving the party early. Jayne’s leaning on the truck, sucking on one of them stogies, and when he sees Mal approach he smiles and discards the cigar.

44. Worldwide

“You don’t need to stay out here,” says Mal.

“Got thinking to do. Too noisy inside.”

The orchestra is overbearing and Jayne wishes that he and Mal had never left Nova. The music there was gentle and he remembers having Mal in his arms as they almost danced. There’s nothing but a worldwide expanse of hurt between them now.

Mal rests a hand over his and Jayne looks down at their interlaced fingers.

“Kaylee and I ain’t new,” he says, his eyes meeting Mal’s. “Sexing is something we fell into long back.”

Angry-making or not, it has to be said.

45. Voting

“Bi zui!” hisses Mal then he walks away before he does anything stupid which, in his current mood, could involve words, fists or cocks.

“Give me five minutes, Mal. Please.” Jayne catches up to him and lays both hands carefully on his upper arms. “After then I’ll let you alone, I swear. I’ll leave the ship if’n that’s what you want.”

Mal’s voting for the latter option because he can’t do this. He should’ve played by his own rules.

“You got two minutes,” he says, looking at anything but Jayne. Scared of his emotions. Scared of giving in. Who knows?

46. Indication

Jayne can’t catch a hint of what Mal’s thinking. “I ain’t proud of myself,” he mutters. “All I can say is Kaylee was hurting over Simon and she came to me for comfort.”

Mal sucks in breath and the whistling sound is an indication that Jayne’s not doing well.

“She and I been scratching itches for a while. That’s all it is, Mal. Not like you and me.”

Mal looks up slowly then leans in, his mouth closing over Jayne’s and it don’t take more’n a minute of fierce kissing before Jayne’s facing the wall with his pants shoved down.

47. Evidently

“I got work to do,” says Mal abruptly as he tucks himself away and walks back into the banqueting suite.

He don’t even know why he did that. Evidently he’s a spiteful sumbitch who takes pride in humiliating the people he cares about most. Tonight he was all set on mending the rift between them, but now things are more humped than ever. The best course of action is to stay clear until things settle down.

Mal ain’t certain how he manages it, but somehow a deal is struck with enough cash involved to keep Serenity flying a little longer.

48. Balancing

Life on board ship has become a balancing act. Everything Jayne cares about has been thrown up in the air--his relationship with Mal, his friendship with Kaylee, his job--and right now he’s struggling to keep the whole lot aloft without drowning himself in whiskey.

The first time Mal comes to him for sex Jayne reckons it’s a good sign, but when the man leaves without hardly a second glance, he knows instead it was a step backward.

Worse still, however much he practises with his weapons, his head just ain’t in the game no more. That ain’t good.

49. Cite

When Jayne says he’s leaving Mal feels like he’s taken a punch to the guts.

“Gonna cite irreconcilable differences, huh?” Mal smirks ‘though he can’t see well enough right now to judge Jayne’s reaction. “And you still ain’t getting half my boat.”

Of all the bad things that have happened to him this is the worst. “I ain’t telling you not to go, Jayne.”

“It wouldn’t make no difference if’n you did,” says Jayne, reaching out his arm for a handshake. “Tell the others goodbye.”

Mal pulls him in for a final hug and he can feel the man shaking.

50. Detaching

Detaching himself from Mal was always gonna be difficult but Jayne never reckoned on missing the rest of the crew as well. The first few days he’s so lonely he can’t even start a conversation let alone find work and, right then, he knows he’s made the worst decision of his life, especially when he’s laying there at nights, bunking in a vagrant centre, unable to sleep for the misery.

Finally he ships out with a crew of gun runners, no better ‘n the ones who almost got Mal killed.

He don’t give a gorram shit about keeping them safe.

Mal/Jayne Drabble Series (31-40)

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 18:50:52 GMT

31. Requesting

He gets patched up quick enough. There’re a few new scars to add to his collection, but he’ll survive. It’s what he does.

Mal’s loathed to leave him be and that makes Jayne feel itchy inside. Like he’s dirty. Reavers didn’t hurt him, but they touched him, telling him what they were gonna do and he dreams it like it happened.

“Requesting some time off to go home…”

The words are stilted and wrong--Mal ain’t just his captain--but while he’s hunting for more, Mal’s already speaking.

“We could go there together.”

Together.

There’s arms holding him together right now.

32. Registered

It hasn’t registered yet. It hasn’t filtered through into Mal’s tired brain that he’s about to set foot on Jayne’s home planet and meet up with the Cobbs.

He’s given everyone two weeks leave. It’s all the time they can afford and, to be truthful, he ain’t much caring what plans the others have made, because right now this is all about Jayne. About stopping the man sinking into a bottle of liquor and disappearing the way he did before.

“Do they know who I am to you?” he asks in a panic as the shuttle doors open.

Jayne laughs.

33. Publications

“Ma!”

“Ain’t they feeding you?” she says, hugging her son.

Mal stares at the wispy little woman, wondering how she could be related to Jayne.

“This here’s Mal.”

The pride in those eyes makes him flush hot. Are sly folks welcome on Nova?

“Well now.” Jayne’s ma faces him, hands on hips. All she needs is a shotgun to complete the picture. “I reckon you’ll be making an honest man outta my boy. I announced it in all the town publications when I heard you was coming.”

There’s silence then matching guffaws of laughter and the family resemblance grows clearer.

34. Opting

“She likes you.”

“And I like her.” It’s a shock but Mal loves the Cobbs and right now he’s opting to stay here forever. “Don’t know why you left,” he says, his fingers scrabbling at the dusty earth.

“Too quiet.”

“Quiet can be a good thing.” Mal wraps his arms around Jayne’s waist and pulls him back into the long grass.

They kiss slow and open-mouthed, Jayne’s beard grazing him as the intensity grows. Mal swings a leg over Jayne’s body, breathing in deep as they make contact. It’s the first time they’ve come close to sex since the Reavers.

35. Song

Jayne’s old bedroom has been done up for guests with towels folded neat as a pin. It feels weird them sleeping in here with his mother just a few steps away down the passage.

“You okay?” Mal leans in, tightening both arms around him as he gazes out the window.

Jayne’s fast falling in love with this cuddling.

“I remember Ma singing us a song to ward off the Reavers when I were ‘bout up to her knee,” he mutters.

“You’ve got me to do that now.”

Jayne turns in Mal’s arms, smiling broadly. “You offering to sing to me?”

36. Violin

“Now’s your chance.”

Mal glowers because Jayne hasn’t stopping ragging on him at him since he said those stupid words. He’d forgotten how annoying the big man could be.

“I ain’t singing to you.”

People smile as he makes himself heard above the lilting melody of a violin and he closes his eyes and rests his head against Jayne’s shoulder.

It’s their last night on Nova and Mal’s hating the idea of leaving. If they settled here they could work the land, surrounded by family, but how long would either of them survive without the thrill of being wanted men?

37. Agents

The thrill hits them full on as soon as they get back to Serenity. No sooner has Mal unpacked his pile of garish knitwear than Wash is calling him up to the cockpit.

“Got a wave from Mr Universe. He intercepted comms from government agents and says three ships are tracking us.”

Mal slams his fist on the console.

***

They go dark, hiding out in a crater on the closest ferrous rock.

“Nova’s looking gorram shiny,” says Mal listlessly as he’s laying in bed.

Jayne smiles then sucks kisses onto Mal’s belly. “Least we got time to play now.”

38. Manufactured

They evade the operatives by the skin of their teeth.

“Too close.” Mal rests his head in his hands as he sits at the table, ignoring the food in front of him.

“Vultures feeding off the dead.”

“Them’s Reavers you’re talking about, girl, not feds.” Jayne glares at River.

“Same thing. Food chain. Don’t want Reavers top.”

It’s a sinister idea that develops into an oppressive silence.

“You’re supposed to stop them!” Simon’s eyes open wide from sudden enlightenment.

River shrugs. “Manufactured for something.”

Mal shoves his chair back angrily. “You’re not manufactured and the Alliance ain’t having you back.”

39. Corrupt

When Jayne discovers Mal beating the shi out of an empty packing crate, he stands in between them, arms folded, legs apart.

“Outta my way.” That laid-back voice comes out more like a snarl.

“Nope.” Jayne restrains Mal, holding his wrists. “If’n it’s a brawl you want then I’m here and I can take it.”

Mal barrels forward, swinging Jayne around and knocking him to the floor. The first punch lands on his jaw and Jayne hopes he’s doing the right thing.

“Rutting corrupt hundan.”

Words grind out through clenched teeth and Jayne fights back, knowing exactly what Mal needs.

40. Essentially

“Are we humped?”

“Way I see it we been humped from the beginning,” says Jayne as he lays there puffing and panting.

Mal’s bruised and raw from the rutting that the fight evolved into, but at least he can think straight again.

“So it’s no different,” continues Jayne.

It is different though because essentially Mal’s got someone to share the burden with now.

Crawling downward, he lays between Jayne’s thighs and, resting his head on a warm belly, he takes that semi-erect cock into his mouth.

Jayne squirms, over-sensitive from coming, but Mal has all the time in the world.

Mal/Jayne Drabble Series 21-30

Wed, 26 Sep 2007 19:29:24 GMT

21. Curse

The curse has been lifted.

Pants are shoved down and Mal takes Jayne hard on all fours, grounding them so they can find their centre again. Next time is slower and there’s less clothing involved. Mal lets out this sigh of relief the moment he has Jayne inside him again. It’s been too long; what sex they have had recently has been nothing more than drunken unhappy rutting and Mal had forgotten how good they are together.

He ain’t gonna see Jayne crying, he ain’t gonna come so close to tears and he ain’t gonna let them get cursed again.

22. Bound

Soft leather wraps around his wrists and he pulls slightly to test the give. The room is dark, smelling faintly of beeswax and wood smoke, and this relaxes him as much as the long soak in the tub did earlier. He may be trussed up on this vast expanse of hotel bed, but inside he’s floating.

He rejects the blindfold with a shake of head, needing to see everything. A part of him has trouble believing and it doesn’t matter how many times that mouth has explored him, he still has to watch.

He’s bound in more ways than one.

23. Biology

Mal finds himself watching Jayne all the time. Often, it’s simply because he needs to fuck and when those moments come he’ll do anything to drag the man somewhere quiet and have him hard. Jayne never complains; fact is he does his own fair share of dragging.

The other times Mal watches it’s out of bewilderment. Sex is supposed to be about procreation and that’s something he and Jayne are never going to manage. He fixates on Jayne’s muscles and skills and his fuck-me-now grin and, however humped up it seems, Mal knows they’re right and the biology is wrong.

24. Assigns

As captain, Mal always assigns the jobs, but nowadays it’s an increasingly difficult task having to deny that raging instinct to protect Jayne. Truth is he’s been terrified of putting the big man in danger ever since he saw the spiralling effects of his own near miss. Simon’s mollycoddling never went down well with River and Mal can only imagine the fierce treatment he’d receive if he ever tried that with Jayne.

Best he can do is trust and make the most of the good times they share, because, with their line of work, they may not have that long.

25. Cased

Jayne has a dirty mouth and a dirtier mind. He’s seen Kaylee staring slack-jawed when him and Mal get carried away. He’s also seen the way the girl tries her darndest to get Simon to take notice and the way the doc secretly gazes at her with a blush on his face. The pair of them need a shove.

Jayne picks his moment; a time when they’re sat outside on Belroth, three of them pleasantly drunk and him sober and horny.

He leans over and, with Mal’s cock cased inside his mouth, glances to the left at Simon’s wandering hand.

26. Brand

Mal never got the point of birthdays until he found himself a family. It ain’t about the gifts--although they’re nice too-- it’s that time spent around the table celebrating that makes them special occasions.

This year’s even better because Mal has Jayne in his life and there’s a spark in the merc’s eyes that’s had him on tenterhooks all day.

Once they’re undressed and their fingers are tracing over each other, Mal discovers his initials, etched in intricate design, around the base of Jayne’s cock.

“Like it?”

“Love it.”

It’s a brand that has nothing to do with ownership.

27. Leaving

Mal’s been quiet for the past few weeks and Jayne can’t figure out what he’s done wrong. The rutting is better than ever--Jayne’s never happier than when he and Mal are bunked up together--but afterwards there’s this solid wall of silence.

“You ain’t leaving me,” he says defiantly when he’s out of options. “I ain’t letting you.”

Mal smirks. “Now why would I be doing that?”

“Figured that’s what the no talking was about.”

“Couple of jobs went south. Cash flow’s flowed away.”

Jayne frowns. “You don’t gotta worry alone no more,” he says and Mal kisses him.

28. Bananas

Life is good.

Kaylee bought herself some bananas while she was planet-side and, since getting back, she’s been giving one of them fruits a spectacular blow job. There’s a cherubic look on her face and if it wasn’t for the fact that she keeps throwing Simon overt glances Mal’d think she was guileless. Simon’s wide-eyed and it don’t take x-ray vision to know the doctor’s hiding a hard-on behind the counter.

Now this is fun, but the real source of Mal’s pleasure comes from having a hand inside Jayne’s pants, working the big man off as he watches the show.

29. Accumulated

Sometimes, especially on days that are fraught with danger, the need builds and Jayne has to rub himself up against Mal. Has to feel that big warm body touch his and know that both of them ‘em are beat on but safe.

This accumulated need frightens him. He’s always loved a grapple after action, but he’s never been brought to his knees from craving it before. Yet here he is, down on all fours, with Mal’s fat ji ba pumping in and out of his mouth and the most frightening thing of all is there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

30. Amount

The day they lose Jayne to a group of Reavers is the day Mal discovers what it feels like to have his heart stop.

“I’m getting him back,” he says, watching the radiation trace of the ship and knowing that no amount of common sense will stop him.

“We’re getting him back, Sir,” corrects Zoë.

***

Boarding the ship is like entering an abandoned abattoir, but Mal’s not prepared to think about the smell of rotting meat. Jayne’s no victim. Jayne won’t be raped, skinned and on the menu.

Jayne isn’t.

He’s fighting them off hard, just the way Mal expected.

Mal/Jayne drabble series (11 -20) Rated 15

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 23:04:30 GMT

11. Explaining

When Simon takes him to one side and puts an arm about his shoulders, Jayne knows things are bad. He knowed things were bad as soon as he had to drag Mal’s broken body out from under the wreckage. Gorram space pirates cutting in on the deal. Jayne wants to kill ‘em all over again.

“The scanner shows there’s some damage to the cervical vertebrae. Unfortunately we have no way of knowing how severe the situation is until Mal wakes up…”

Jayne can’t listen to the explaining no more because there’s an unspoken ‘if’ at the end of that sentence.

12. Hint

Simon Tam is gorram good at doctoring. So good that Mal’d take his hat off to him, if he wore a hat. In fact the day Mal gets back on his feet--not two weeks after the accident--and begins to walk like he ain’t never been off his legs he could kiss the man good and proper. He don’t though because Jayne’s there and he’d rather kiss him, long and hard and full of dirty promise. He fully intends to make up for time wasted, except there’s a hint of something wary in Jayne’s eyes that wasn’t there before.

13. Option

“I’m turning in for the night. You coming?”

Jayne looks at Mal then back at his clean gun parts which’re spread out over the table the way they’ve been for an hour. “I’ll finish up here then I’ll be along,” he answers in a dull voice.

Mal’s eyes are full of disappointment, but he remains silent, just walking away. When he’s gone Jayne fetches the bottle out from one of the storage lockers, pouring himself a mug of whiskey. The alcohol numbs the feeling which is good because Jayne ain’t prepared to feel that way again. It isn’t an option.

14. Hostile

Things turn hostile the day Jayne can’t do his job properly and almost gets Kaylee killed.

“You’re drunk,” snarls Mal as he carries the bleeding girl back to the shuttle. “You’re drunk, you’re useless and if you carry on like this then you’re gorram nothing to me, you hear.”

Jayne feels sick because he’s heard them words before, a long time ago when they were coming out of his ma’s thin-lipped mouth.

He never understood his pa back then. Now he’s coming a little closer to knowing him, ten years after the ornery old wastrel died of a rotten liver.

15. Amends

Jayne tries to make amends: staying clear of the booze, giving gifts to Kaylee and making nice with everyone, but Mal ain’t having any of it.

He’s too gorram angry to be sweetened by this kind of gou shi which smacks of insincere and makes him even more fractious than he was to start off with.

Time passes and as communication and rutting slip away to nothing, there’s this growing desperation in Jayne’s eyes.

Mal can’t stand that, nor can he stand the way the big man starts to watch the flow of liquor every time they’re in a bar.

16. Swallow

“You drink that and you’re off this boat next port.”

Up until now Jayne had no intention of opening the bottle that’s sat in front of him, but something about Mal’s sumbitch attitude makes him wanna push things. Slowly he unscrews the cap and pours the whiskey into a glass and the pain from wanting it is worse than a gun shot wound gone bad.

“Talk to me.”

He doesn’t have anything to say.

“I got something you can swallow that tastes better ‘n that.”

Jayne crumples and hates himself.

“I can’t do this,” he says. “Not on my own.”

17. Preferring

Mal sits in the pilot’s chair chewing his nails, something he hasn’t done since he was young. When Jayne asked for help Mal did the worst thing imaginable and walked away. He’s not proud of himself, but he’s not got it in him to be a prop. He can captain his crew, but he can’t carry them; not even when one of them lives with him.

Preferring solitude, he slinks off toward his own lonely bunk then something diverts him at the last second.

“Jayne!” he calls as his fists slam on the hatch.

There’s someone here who needs him.

18. Reflect

“Jayne!”

His name is distant to start off with, kind of like their rutting, but then it gets louder.

“JAYNE!”

If he opens the hatch will it look like he’s the weak one? He wants to see Mal so much. Needs to see him.

“Jayne, let me in. Please.”

He takes a while to reflect on things. A short while. Then he climbs up the ladder and slides open the bolt.

“I’m sorry.”

“Didn’t mean to.”

It doesn’t matter who says what because right now that’s irrelevant. When Mal reaches for his shoulders, pulling him in, Jayne knows it’s time.

19. Tracked

“I’m here now.”

Mal holds Jayne close, the big man clinging on to him like he’s about to fall into the black.

“Don’t wanna wind up like my gorram Pa.”

The words are mixed in with tears and Mal hates this, but he hugs Jayne tighter nonetheless.

Fingers that once tracked relentlessly over his body all the hours of the night are now gripping his shirt, full of panic.

“Y’don’t have to wind up as anyone but yourownself, Jayne,” Mal says. “And you got me. For always.”

He means it. Wo de ma, he truly means it.

“Until you die.”

20. Could

There. Jayne’s said it. The thing that scares him most in the world ain’t the bottle or losing it, it’s the thought of being without Mal. It’s easier to pretend it’s all a lie, least he thought it’d be easier. Cepting that’s been proved to be wrong and now he’s gone and humped things up and found out a few home truths into the bargain.

Could he ever be the kind of man Mal deserves?

“You're gonna die someday, Jayne. You reckon I don’t get frightened myownself?”

Jayne ain’t considered that. He never thought anyone’d be scared of losing him.

Ten Mal/Jayne drabbles -- rated 15

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 21:34:55 GMT

1. Wrongs

At first all Jayne can think about is the ‘wrongs’ of this. How men ain’t s’posed to rut with other men. How cocks are designed to slide into pussy that’s all wet and ready for ’em.

At first he and Mal are het up with adrenaline. They rub hard against each other, spitting fierce words and come, and afterwards Jayne ain’t persuaded. It still feels wrong to him and he can’t look at the captain square on for the next few days.

Later, when they have time and Jayne gets to fuck and then be fucked, he finally sees the light.

2. Mechanisms

The crew have a collective spirit all of their own, thinks Mal as he watches them work. River talks gou shi and Wash can’t resist playing with his dinos when he thinks no one is looking, but the strange truth is that, together, they function like a machine.

Inara would have been a spanner in the works. She had a habit of leaving Mal tensed up and irritable, causing him to make some rash decisions, whereas Jayne puts the serene in Serenity.

It’s a conundrum, but no one can deny that a well oiled mercenary makes the mechanisms run smoother.

3. Necessary

Jayne’s always had this checklist of what he needs to feel good.

As a young 'un it consisted of food in his belly and staying clear of a whupping, but, growing older, he discovered what lay between a girl’s legs and it was this that pre-occupied him night and day. Falling hard for one of them bitches got him ridiculed over his stupidity and he resorted to hooch and fisticuffs to see him through. Then, when the wanderlust carried him away, it was a yearning for badness that ticked the boxes.

Now there’s only one thing that’s necessary to him.

4. Obstructed

.
“Y’ain’t doing it.”

The big man stands in front of him, arms folded, and Mal scrubs a frustrated hand through his hair.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you ain’t in charge of this boat?” It’s a rhetorical question, but sometimes Mal just wants an answer; he’s sick of being obstructed at every turn by Jayne.

“How many times do I gotta tell you that you ain’t going down to Whitefall on yer own? Last time…”

“I’ll take care. I promise.”

There’s public kissing to seal the deal, which is easier than it oughta be.

5. Smug

Rutting is all manner of good. As far as entertainment goes, it’s the best thing in the world and Jayne’s been enjoying it for more than twenty years. Nothing can wipe the smug expression off his face now though as he pile-drives his ji ba into Mal’s body, making the man howl, growl and whine for more.

Sexing is never going to get better than this and the most enjoyable part is that he knows he makes the self-same noises when Mal’s fucking the hell outta him. And he ain’t ashamed of it neither. Fact is, Jayne’s a proud man.

6. Divorce

Mal don’t exactly know when the fucking evolved into fight-fucking and then into bitter words with no promise of making up. What he does know is that he screwed up, bossing Jayne around and ignoring his feelings, and, in turn, Jayne buried his anger deep inside a series of bar-sluts.

When Jayne moves out of their bunk it’s a wake up call.

“Reckon we’re both at fault here,” says Mal.

“Can we fix it?” Jayne’s eyes are wet.

“Well I ain’t giving you half of my boat in a divorce settlement.”

Jayne laughs and kisses the misery out of him.

7. Manipulated

Jayne ain’t stupid. He knows that the job is a dangerous one and that his captain is a crazy man, but after he and Mal get back together things change some and Jayne has a feeling that he’s being manipulated… in a very good way. It’s like Mal’s buying time for them to spend together; taking jobs that are high on excitement so they can benefit from the thrills, but not put themselves at risk all the gorram time.

It’s like Mal listens and cares and puts Jayne first. And there ain’t nothing in the world more horny-making than that.

8. Pharmacy

As soon as they hit rock Mal makes sure to stock up on the supplies they need from the pharmacy.

To begin with they used rubbers all the time, even for blow jobs. After all Jayne’s been pretty careless. Things are different, though, when they get back together. The sex is still heated and urgent, but they’ve calmed down. They’re together now and staying that way.

It’s Jayne who asks to be tested. Simon runs a full screening on both of them and, once the results come back, Mal just has to buy slick from the pharmacy. In large quantities.

9. Reversed

Jayne ain’t full of smarts like Simon and River and he ain’t full of common sense like the rest of the crew, but what he has got is a keen eye for weighing up a situation and a knowledge of tactics that leaves the rest for dead. Now he knows this, but when it comes to making the others understand, his words don’t usually get through -- mebbe because he ain’t mastered the right kind of speaking.

But Mal listens now and, depending on the job, sometimes roles are reversed and Jayne gets to talk first. He likes that a lot.

10. Processors

“My processors are non-functioning.” River dances away from the table.

“Oh God, why can’t my processors be non-functioning at night?” says Wash gloomily.

“We used to sleep once.” Zoë yawns.

“We used to have sex once.” Wash looks even more depressed.

“They are loud,” agrees Simon with a blush.

“They’re honeymooners,” laughs Kaylee.

“I haven’t heard anything.” But Book smiles like he understands.

“That’s because your bunk is a long way from theirs, Shepherd,” says Zoë. “Wanna swap?”

Mal listens in with a smirk. Maybe he’ll look into soundproofing their bunk because the sex sure won’t be getting any quieter.

The Fandom Meme

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 19:38:35 GMT

The steady:
Firefly. My forever verse.

The old flame you don't see very often any more but whom you still really enjoy getting together with for a few drinks and maybe a pleasant nostalgic romp in the sheets:
Tis the Buffy/Angel verse. I love my Spangels with passion and I dream them and I love to talk them but they live a little bit back over my shoulder. *yoo hoo waves at in park*

The one who seduced you and fucked you over and broke your heart in a million pieces and laughed about it:
That would be JossverseRPSRPG.

The mysterious dark gothy one whom you used to sit up with talking until 3 a.m. at weird coffee houses and with whom you were quite smitten until you realized he really was fucking crazy:
I don't know. Maybe metalslash. *nod* That's crazy. LOL.

The one you spent a whole weekend in bed with and who drank up all your liquor, and whom you'd still really like to fuck again although you're relieved he doesn't actually live in town:
Joss RPS/ Actorslash. I have serious dirty thoughts about it but staying away is good for my health.

The alluring stranger whom you've flirted with at parties but have never gotten really serious with:
PotC. I dip my toe and I flutter my eyelashes and then I run away coyly.

The one you hang out with and have vague fantasies about maybe having a thing with but ultimately you're just good buddies 'cause the friendship is there but the chemistry ain't:
Supernatural. Them and me don't click. I've tried forcing the issue with the Hurt Dean and the Dean/Jo, but we have to face it, we're never going to be in love

The one your friends keep introducing you to and who seems like a hell of a cool guy except it's never really gone anywhere:
Heroes. I can't see any of them fucking in my head. Good show shame about the fic.

The one who's slept with all your friends, and you keep looking at him and thinking, "Him? How the hell did he land all these cool babes?":
SGA. Not working. Nope.

The one your friend has fallen for like a ton of bricks and whom she keeps babbling to you about on the phone for hours, and you'd be happy for her except you just know it's going to end badly:
None yet. People would probably say that's me and Chuck.

The ones you repeatedly cheat on your steady with:
Actor slash. I have Marsters/Barrowman/Baldwin in progress and Jorli itching at me to be written but I refuse right now.

Fic -- Firefly -- Going Down (4) -- Jayne/Mal -- 18

Fri, 21 Sep 2007 06:51:00 GMT

This is the only Firefly thing I had left in the works apart from a couple of old WIPs and I have nothing more in my head, no more raging bunnies. This week kicked my butt fannish wise and I'm left feeling a bit wrung out so I'll curl up somewhere and wait for Chuck and Supernatural and hope for the best.

Have to say, pleased that I finished it though. :) I prefer to write many many words rather than quick snapshot views of life so this was different.

*baci*

Final part of the prison fic.

Title: Going Down (4)
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Jayne
Word count: 2,300
Warnings:
Rating: 18
Disclaimers: Joss is boss. I am his minion.
Beta: Nope

mouseovers for translation

Going Down-- Final Part

“You said we was getting out of here.” Jayne spits on his boots and cleans them with an old crisped up wash cloth in a parody of the way he used to tend lovingly to his weapons every day back home on Serenity. “All the gorram sex making you forgetful?”

“I’m working on it.” Mal frowns because nothing vexes him more than a petulant Jayne and to be stuck at close quarters with the man while he’s in a bad mood is infuriating.

“You also said you was keeping me in on things.”

“I did nothing of the kind.” Mal smirks. “In fact, as I recall, I said you do more harm when you know stuff than when you don’t.”

Jayne spits and misses his boot, the glob of sputum landing close to Mal’s own footwear. “If’n I ain’t in on it then I ain’t getting no more stuff.”

Quicker than he thought possible, Mal drags Jayne to his feet and has him in an arm lock up against the wall. Their breathing comes fast and heavy and they remain crushed together with Mal’s lips close against Jayne’s ear.

“I’m still captain. You do what I say, when I say it and you’ll kiss my pretty white arse while you’re doing it, y’understand?”

Jayne nods curtly and Mal can feel the slight tremble running through that big body. Licking his lips, he presses the tip of his tongue against the soft skin just below Jayne’s ear. Tamade, he wants him. He’s painfully excited at having a man, so big and powerful, quivering like a girl in his arms. Wo cao!

“Is there a problem here?”

Mal turns his head quickly toward the doorway and looks at the stern face of the guard. With Jayne’s arm twisted back like this, it must look like a disagreement rather than the foreplay which it’s evolved into, but it’s still a gorram awkward moment.

“No problem, Mr Allen. Just cellmates disagreeing over what belongs to whom, is all.” Mal smiles pleasantly at the man, hoping that the guard’ll go quickly before he has to step away and reveal the solid erection that’s distending the material of his workpants. That wouldn’t be good. No, that wouldn’t be good at all.

“Well, Reynolds, I’d quit the territorial pissing for now because your wife’s waiting for you in the visitor unit and you don’t wanna keep the little lady waiting. She looks a mean one.”

Allen’s one of the better screws, but it doesn’t stop him being a smarmy hundan. Still, Mal knows better than to cause trouble and shifts his eyes downward, kowtowing respectfully. “Yes, Mr Allen.”

As soon as the man leaves, Mal pulls away from Jayne.

“Later,” he says through gritted teeth and, right at this minute, he ain’t sure whether he’s talking about a continuation of the fighting or the sex.

~~****~~

“You keeping okay?”

Zoë’s looking all kinds of concerned and this makes Mal twitchier. He’s got a lot going on in his mind, not least of which is the tricky situation involving him and his hired gun. He needs to keep a clear head to explain things as best he can to his second-in-command. If he doesn’t then worst case scenario is that he and Jayne are gonna end up with their heads shot off.

Doing the dance of the low-level, mid-level talking he begins to put across the information to her and he’s almost done when an alarm call sounds, indicating the end of the session, and the guard gets lethargically to his feet.

“Visits are over. All prisoners to return to the compound.”

Gorramit! Mal hopes he’s said enough. “Soon,” he says, staring intently at Zoë and pressing his hand against the glass.

“I’ll be waiting.”

The longing looks they exchange must be pretty convincing, but it’s freedom that Mal’s yearning for rather than the woman in front of him.

Trudging down steps and along corridors, Mal’s shocked to the core when he makes his way out of the door into the rec yard and sees a near riot in progress. Racing away from the escorting guard, Mal pushes his way into the mix, angry as fuck at seeing Jayne on his knees, forehead pressed down into the dirt, with a steady stream of blood running down the side of his neck.

Ignoring the pain in his side, Mal kicks out at the big barrel of a man who’s the main one responsible for holding Jayne down.

“Let go of my crewman,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Reynolds,” says a slimy familiar voice, accent thickening with excitement. “I was expecting you sooner. You usually keep this one on a short leash.”

Reynard jabs his fingers into Mal’s side and he can’t help but cry out from pain.

“Not fit enough to be coming to your thieving bitch’s rescue, that’s for certain. Maybe we should have you as entertainment rather than him?”

Jayne yells out, trying to stand, but he’s thrust back down and Mal is sickened to see Reynard reach around and unfasten Jayne’s heavy work pants. Watching helplessly he sees the big man drift away inside himself.

“On second thoughts maybe we’ll have you both,” says that smarmy voice. “You steal from me then you deal with the consequences.”

Fingers grope viciously at his crotch, but Mal doesn’t do this kind of submission. With a roar that sounds like a storm building, he shoves away the hands and, ignoring the pain in his side, tumbles forwards, wrestling one man down and hooking a leg around another, noticing with satisfaction that a hint of life has come back into the mercenary’s disorientated eyes.

“Jayne,” he yells, hating the sight of his ‘gun’ so overcome. A closer look at that face reveals he’s been beaten quite badly. “Jayne!” Mal’s voice is louder this time and it provokes a more obvious reaction in the dazed mercenary. “You gonna do your rutting job for once?”

Mal’s words have the effect he hoped they would as Jayne fights off pain and confusion and hits out blindly at his assailants. It’s a pointless effort, however, because they have no chance of winning against a dozen men. From his position laying supine in the dirt, Mal looks around at the faces of the guards who are standing at the perimeter and watching the fight like it’s some kind of gladiatorial match.

“Mr Allen,” he yells, catching sight of one tiny ray of hope.

The senior guard glances up, unsure of whether to get involved or not.

“We need to see the governor,” croaks Mal, blood running in a river from his split lip.

It’s not the way he was hoping to initiate his plan, but right now they need their arses saving and there’s no one else to do it.

~~****~~

“Y’okay?” asks Mal, looking sideways at Jayne who’s resting his head in his hands as they wait outside the governor’s office.

“Yeah.”

Mal’s none too certain that this is the truth--it seems likely the merc’s taken a severe blow to the back of his skull--but there’s nothing he can do to help right now other than get them the hell away from here.

“Get you fixed up as soon as we’re clear of this place,” he says with a reassuring smile that goes unnoticed.

“I don’t get it,” mutters Jayne. “Why’s he gonna let us go?”

“Because we’re saving him a whole lot of cash and explanations by putting a halt to this thieving racket.”

Jayne looks blank, but thankfully there’s no time for more talk because at that moment the door to the office opens and Governor Regis beckons them both in.

“I hear you have a tale to tell me,” he says coolly, indicating two chairs with his finely manicured hand.

~~****~~

“It worked, Mal.” Jayne’s childlike excitement is engaging as he hides the contraband amongst the items in his kitbag and Mal’s reluctant to put a dampener on the man’s spirits.

They’re not out of the woods yet, that’s for sure.

Sometime, during the depths of the night, they’re escorted out to the governor’s quarters where their wrists are tied and they’re thrown into the trunk of a vehicle, along with their gear.

“Why’re we leaving like this?” asks Jayne, a little more groggily than usual.

“If we were let go out in full daylight then explanations would be a little hard to come by.” Gorramit! Mal’s sick of Jayne’s questions. He’s beginning to wish they’d been gagged as well as bound.

Ignoring any further comments from the mercenary, Mal waits for the engine to fire into life. He’s keyed up and twitchy as hell at the thought of finally getting free. The vehicle begins moving, making a swift turn to the left, and he rolls over, ending up pressed close to the big man. It’s comforting to feel that solid warm body against his.

“Jayne,” he begins, wanting to say something in case things go wrong. After all, things always go wrong. Problem is he’s not sure what to say.

“I un'erstand,” says that gruff voice, but Mal ain’t certain the big man gets it at all.

When the car draws to a halt he closes his eyes, praying that everything’s gonna work out, but it’ll be a gorram miracle if it does. The trunk opens and he and Jayne are dragged out by two men -- the exact two men that Mal expected to see, but from the look on Jayne’s face it comes as a complete shock to the merc.

“Why are we…?” mutters Jayne, looking around him at the wooded hollow they’re standing in.

“None too bright is he?” The doctor looks disparagingly at Jayne and Reynard laughs.

“Could be said of both of them,” responds the governor, getting out of the car and tugging at the cuffs of his suit as he picks his way over the uneven ground. “You honestly thought I’d let you walk free with information against us and a rather large amount of our goods?”

Mal shakes his head and shrugs. “No, I honestly didn’t.”

“No, he honestly didn’t,” echoes Zoë’s voice and all five of them simultaneously look up to see the remaining crew of Serenity crouched in the trees with guns aimed directly at them.

“’Bout time you showed up,” smirks Mal.

Zoë chokes a little. “Us, Sir? We’ve been hanging around for months waiting for you to get yourselves out of that mess you landed yourselves in.”

“Could’ve taken my boat.”

“Should’ve, Captain. Should’ve is what I think you meant to say.”

“Don’t be too hard on him, honey,” says Wash as he unties their wrists and uses the rope to lash the governor, the doctor and Reynard together. “He has been sharing a bunk with Jayne.”

~~****~~

Their next stop off is at Persephone, a good place for trading the kind of small items they filched from the prison.

Mal hasn’t seen a lot of Jayne since the jail break. After his fractured skull mended the merc’s been busy keeping himself to himself and Mal’s mostly done the same, unable, or maybe unwilling, to sort out what’s gone wrong between them. Best thing is to just let it go, he decides. Let the big man get over his mood and wait for some semblance of normality to resume.

Having negotiated a good price for the gear, Mal returns to Serenity leaving ‘most everyone else to soak up a little atmosphere. It’s then that he discovers Jayne lugging a kitbag around the cargo bay, apparently about to make his way off the ship.

“What you think you’re doing?” Mal asks pleasantly, folding his arms and leaning on the hatch jamb at the top of the ramp.

“Leaving,” says Jayne tersely.

“’Cause of what happened between us?” Mal’s smile widens, but it don’t feel like it. “That ain’t no reason to be walking away.”

Jayne shakes his head. “Nope. Reckon myownself it’s ‘cause of what happened on Ariel.”

Mal’s well and truly baffled. “What now?”

“Ain’t no point in having someone at your back who you don’t trust.” Jayne loads his bag onto the mule. “You can give me a lift to the far end of the docks. This thing weighs heavy.”

“There’s trust,” says Mal simply.

“If’n that was the case then you wouldn’t be so shy of telling me what was going down once in a while.”

Mal’s done listening. Pushing Jayne up against the bulkhead with an arm twisted behind his back, he leans in close.

“Plausible deniability,” he breathes, sinking his teeth into a meaty shoulder.

Jayne does one of those full body trembles, the kind that’s had Mal all at sea since he first felt it ripple through the big man weeks ago.

“Huh?”

“Plausible deniability,” he repeats. “All part of the plan.”

Jayne stops asking questions the minute Mal reaches around and palms his cock. It’s bug crazy to be rutting here in full view of passing traffic along the dockside, but Mal’s past caring. He’s chock full of that painful wanting again and his fingers twitch greedily as he unfastens Jayne’s cargoes.

“Alright with this?” he mutters, licking at the skin of Jayne’s neck until the tip of his tongue burns from the salt.

“Hell yeah.”

Mal can’t get out of his pants fast enough. Wetting himself up with spit, he spreads Jayne’s legs as far as they’ll go and then guides himself in until the tip of his cock is nestled against that tiny indent.

Gulping from the build up of excitement, he thrusts hard until he’s surrounded by heat and tightness and Jayne is tensed up and shaking against him. Mal ain’t even sure if this a good thing until he feels for Jayne’s ji ba and finds it rearing up slick and urgent, more than ready to meet his fingers.

Neither of them last long. Jayne comes over the metalwork accompanied by shocky gasps of breath then, as soon as the big man’s done and worked down, Mal bites deep into shoulder flesh again, shuddering and letting fly.

Can’t get more trusting than that, he reckons.

DONE

Fic -- Firefly --Going Down (3) -- Jayne/Mal -- 18

Thu, 20 Sep 2007 14:49:53 GMT

Part three of the prison fic.

Title: Going Down (3)
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Jayne
Word count: 2,000
Warnings:
Rating: 18
Disclaimers: Joss is boss. I am his minion.
Beta: Nope

mouseovers for translation

Going Down-- Part Three

The next visit from Zoë comes and goes with no new information passed between them. It’s more than disappointing and, after that, Mal steps up his efforts to root out who’s running the depot scam. They’ve amassed a fair supply of goods and now they’re left with the obvious problem of how to get it, and themselves, out of jail quick as they can.

“Y’know that business back on Ariel?” says Jayne one evening, looking up from his book.

“Know it all too well,” pants Mal, continuing on with his exercise regime. He’ll be toned up good by the time he gets free of this place.

“Ain’t talking ‘about what I done there.” Jayne glowers, but his eyes shift restlessly around the room showing how discomfited he still is by his behaviour back then.

Mal quits his crunches and lays there looking up at Jayne. He’s glad to see that reaction. It gives him renewed faith in the man’s shift towards trustworthiness. “I remember the job,” he says simply.

“There’s a whole load of meds I found here. They worth taking?”

“Depends,” says Mal, his brain ticking away. “Chances are if they’ve been stashed with the other stuff then, yes, they have value.”

There’s something niggling at the back of Mal’s mind, a seed of an idea forming, and it maybe would continue to form except that there’s lights out happening and after then there’s Jayne and Jayne’s mouth, neither of which are conducive to clear thinking.

Mal gives himself up to slow pleasuring which has him edging close to orgasm five maybe six times. When Jayne finally turns him on his side and pushes into him, making him come so brutally he thinks he’s gonna combust, Mal’s left as wrung out and lifeless as an old rag. The man could get a job as a Companion if he didn’t have the manners of a trench rat and a sewer mouth to go alongside.

~~****~~

Waking up wrapped in the arms of his big ol’ gunman comes as a shock. A shock Mal extricates himself from as quickly as possible and, once again, is bouncing on his toes waiting for the big metal door to slide open.

Over breakfast he thinks some more about the drugs Jayne told him about. One way or another the prison doctor is involved in this. Whether it’s from losing important drugs or from re-directing them from his own medvault it’s impossible to tell without getting closer to the infirmary.

Mal, in typical fashion, ain’t waiting around for answers. It’s not in his nature to do that, nor is it in his nature to discuss his reasoning with Jayne Cobb. The best way to find out what’s going on at the hospital is to experience it from the inside and the way Mal figures it, the most efficient way to get in there is to cause trouble.

It all goes according to plan… up to a point. Mal chooses Wickham--one of the meanest, ugliest gan ni niang he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting--then barges into him, knocking him down and insulting him to boot. It works like a dream; Wickham’s on his feet in no time, snorting like a bull, and when one sledgehammer fist flies out, Mal is instantaneously propelled backwards. Lying on the ground and nursing his ribs, he’s just congratulating himself on a job well done when he feels the slick hot wire pain of a blade sliding deep into his flank.

~~****~~

“How are you feeling, Reynolds?”

The white blur above Mal’s head forms into square insulating ceiling tiles and he blinks rapidly in succession.

“You may feel nausea-”

Leaning over and pre-empting the doc’s words, Mal retches into a handy kidney dish beside the bed and the agony that seers through him makes his eyes fill with tears. He has a feeling this plan may have gone south, the way of many. Still, on the bright side, he’s alive and in the infirmary. He retches again. Or maybe this is Hell.

“You have a small knife wound in the left side of your abdomen,” explains the surgeon in that no nonsense way of all medically trained folk. “Nothing major was hit, but we’ll keep you in for a few days just to make sure infection doesn’t set in.” The man smiles. “You never can tell what these so called shivs are made from. We no longer have lavatory brushes here for a reason. It’s amazing how sharp bristles can be when they’re melted.”

Mal winces at the idea of being stabbed by such a revolting weapon. “Could do with something to deaden the pain,” he says half-fishing for information, but mostly wanting to get free from the agony he’s encased in.

“No problem. I’ll send the nurse along in a short while.”

Mal watches the man stride away, whistling as happily as if he were practicing medicine in St Lucy’s in Ariel City. Maybe there’s a reason for his happiness?

It has to be said that Mal’s vision of a nurse in a tight-fitting white dress with a compassionate gaze doesn’t quite match up to the reality. Although the reality is a little more enlightening.

“Bonjour,” says Reynard as he approaches with a jug and a plastic cup of meds.

Mal can’t help smiling. It’s all beginning to fit into place and as he swallows the pills down with a gulp of water he watches Reynard out of the corner of his eye and enjoys the idea of exacting some revenge on the man. After all, a shiv to the back might hurt, but nothing stings more than being outwitted.

“Nurse, huh?”

“Orderly duties,” explains Reynard with his long nose raised snootily. Without giving Mal another look, the man turns and strides down the ward into the small office at the end and Mal settles back down in the bed feigning sleep.

He has a feeling he’ll be doing that a lot in the hope of overhearing some talk between the Reynard and the doctor.

~~****~~

The wound becomes infected to a minor degree and, trying to push aside thoughts of lavatory brush shivs, Mal makes best use of his extended hospital stay, keeping his eyes and ears open and ensuring that his own vocal personality remains on the down low. Subtlety is the key.

Conversations between the doctor and the orderly are hard to make out and, even though Mal’s actually seen Reynard pocket some of the meds, he’s still no closer to discovering whether the man is acting alone or not. It isn’t until his last day, when he’s getting washed up in the small bathroom, that he finally overhears talk between the two men.

“Sooner he’s gone the better.”

“Keep your voice down.”

“There’s a shipment going out today after lock down.”

The remainder of the conversation is too muffled for Mal to interpret and, ten minutes after the voices have died away, he returns to his bed, pondering things over as he dresses in his prison clothes, wincing a little as the rough material grates against tender skin.

“Try to stay out of trouble, Reynolds, at least until you’re fully healed.” The doctor looks at him with amused uncaring eyes and Mal nods, his lips drawn into a thin line. There’s nothing about this man that is any manner of appealing and he’s glad to be free of the hospital, especially seeing as he’s leaving armed with some useful information.

Wheels are ready to be set in motion.

~~****~~

To Mal, getting back to his cell feels like coming home, except there’s no big welcome awaiting him. In fact it’s more of the reverse.

“Gorram you,” mutters the big man as he throws his captain an angry glance and blusters off in the direction of the communal area.

Has to be said Mal’s confused by this reaction. Over supper--with Jayne seated as far away from him as possible and staring stubbornly at his plate--Mal wonders what the hell is up with his merc. He ain’t looking forward to sleep time that’s for sure. He had been, but now he rutting ain’t.

After playing a couple of hands of cards with a group of men he knows fairly well from work detail, Mal then saunters back to the cell, acting as casually as he can and wishing it didn’t feel like he was in trouble with the wife.

Ready for sleep and doped up on the low level meds he’s been prescribed, Mal climbs up and glares at the lumpy mattress. Seems as if Jayne’s been continuing to pilfer plenty of stuff while he’s been out of action. Talking of that particular devil there’s a slam and then a thud as the big man throws himself into the bottom bunk and Mal’s left feeling all kinds of uncomfortable as he curls up in the flatter part of his bed, trying not to injure his damaged side.

“Gonna tell me what’s eating at you?” he says eventually when the silence gets too deafening.

“Not you, that’s for gorram sure,” comes the muttered response.

“I could be,” Mal says, tentatively swinging himself down to the floor as quietly as possible so the guards don’t hear movement.

Leaning over he presses his palms to the mattress and stares in at the surly occupant of the dark cave. There’s this long uncomfortable pause and then he’s dragged inwards until his mouth smashes against Jayne’s. Teeth clash awkwardly, lips bruise and Mal sucks in breath through his nostrils, not wanting this kiss to end just yet.

“You could’ve been dead,” snarls Jayne when it’s over. “Thought you were. Thought I was gonna have to tell everyone that I didn’t do my job right.” There’s more of that angry kissing. “Didn’t keep you safe.”

Mal’s never thought about it before, but that, in a nutshell, is what the big man’s there for. To keep them all safe.

“Gotta tell me stuff. Mebbe I can help more’n you think.”

Mal laughs out loud at the idea of the mercenary doing anything useful other than killing and forgery then there’s this explosive huff of anger and he finds himself rolling and colliding with the hard tile floor. Pain blossoms in his side and he sweeps his fingers over the wound site expecting to feel warm wetness, but thankfully there’s none.

“I didn’t intend to get hurt the way I did. Just needed to visit the infirmary.” Mal gets slowly to his feet and leans into the lion’s den once more.

“If I’d’ve been there-”

“If you’d’ve been there then the other feller would have been in sick bay, dong ma?”

“Most like,” grunts Jayne unhappily, but at least he’s looking at Mal now instead of the slats above his head.

“Reckon I can get us out of here with what I found out. Your qing ren, Reynard’s in as deep as they come.”

“Figured as much.”

It bites at Mal that Jayne don’t dispute the term and, after trying to ignore his bitterness a while, he gives in and bites at Jayne’s mouth instead, pushing his tongue between Jayne’s lips in vicious swipes. Slowly the ferocity tones down a little and the kiss winds up full of those ownership overtones that had been troubling Mal before. He’s not troubled right now, although he’s certain he will be by morning.

FINAL PART

Fic -- Firefly -- Going down -- Mal/Jayne -- 18

Sun, 16 Sep 2007 18:06:32 GMT

Part two of that gratuitous prison fic.

Title: Going Down (2))
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Jayne
Word count: 2,500
Warnings:
Rating: 18
Disclaimers: Joss is boss. I am his minion.
Beta: Nope

mouseovers for translation

Going Down-- Part Two

That feverish feeling don’t go and neither does the slow thump and shimmy of the old metal bunk. Mal’s all twisted up inside. He wants it, he wants it so gorram bad, but he can’t bring himself to pull down his pants and set to. Made!

The light from that piece of porn flickers as the shaking of the bunk gets stronger and more rhythmic and in the end Mal thrashes from side to side, pushing anxiously at the material of his sweat pants until the crown of his cock is exposed, pulsing from the feel of the cool air and the dirty thrill of what he’s about to do.

“’Bout rutting time,” says a voice from below as Mal starts up a slow jacking on his prick.

Incensed ain’t the word. Bitter embarrassed anger rushes through him, burning his veins like gasoline.

“Bi zui, you fucker,” he snarls. “Get out of bed and lay on the floor.”

Now Mal ain’t entirely sure of the purpose of this exercise, but he wants Jayne’s attention and he’s learned from experience that ordering the merc around is the best way to get it.

Jayne looks nervously at the doorway, but he complies, spreading himself out on the tiles. His shorts are still at half-mast and his cock rears proud, close on reaching his navel and laying stiff across that pelt of thick dark hair. The porn-screen is forgotten, discarded face down on his blanket.

Mal’s heart thumps painfully in his chest. He ain’t had the chance to do this for almost a year and now that he’s got the big man where he can make use of him it’d be a gorram shame to waste the opportunity. Climbing down from the top bunk, he strips out of his clothes and fumbles under the pillow for the tub of hand cream he knows Jayne keeps there. Nothing stays secret when you live on top of one another. Taking his time, he strides around Jayne who’s looking up at him from the floor, unsure and kinda worried, exactly the way Mal wants him to be. Straddling the mercenary, Mal kneels, opening the pot and greasing up his fingers with the lanolin gloop then, reaching behind, he preps himself quickly, lubing up his arse and probing slippery fingers inside him.

“You been safe?” he asks in a tight voice.

“Always,” answers Jayne. “I got rubbers here ‘though, if’n-”

Mal hasn’t the time. Buzzed with adrenaline and frustration he slicks up Jayne’s thick piece of meat then, gripping it tight at the base, he shimmies down like a pole dancer, gritting his teeth as he slowly fills with cock. Stopping suddenly, with only half of Jayne embedded inside him, he leans over and gathers up a dollop more cream then begins to jack himself off.

“Fuck me,” he demands, his voice tightening more as he works at his cock, thumb swirling around the wet tip.

Jayne does as he’s told, bucking upwards and grunting from the effort as he begins to rut as fiercely as he can.

It ain’t personal and it ain’t pretty, but that’s exactly what Mal wants. He detaches himself, not caring ‘bout Jayne and his urges, just concentrating on his own needs, angling his body just so while he dictates the play. “More,” he groans. “Give it more now.”

The closer Mal gets to climax, the tighter he grips and the sudden gush of warmth inside angers him intensely. “Did I say you could get off yet?” he says, words hissing out through clenched teeth.

“’M Sorry.”

Ignoring the quiet apology Mal kneels up, clenched fist flying over his ji ba until he lets out one long moan and jerks his hips, ribbons of spunk shooting out over Jayne’s hairy chest. After he’s done he climbs to his feet with a sigh, cleaning himself up as best he can with the roll of toilet paper he keeps safe in his locker then stuffing a wad of tissue into the back of his shorts.

Next time he’ll make sure they use rubbers.

~~****~~

It goes without saying that Mal’s one of the first into the bathroom next morning. Once he returns to the cell he expects things to be a mite awkward, but then he hasn’t taken into consideration the fact that it’s Jayne he’s been rutting with and grappling to Jayne is an everyday event.

“What you reckon be best to smuggle outta here?” asks the big man as he sits on the bunk and pulls on his socks and boots.

“Small is your friend,” says Mal and then regrets his words as soon as he sees a wide grin erupt onto Jayne’s face. The man is almost good looking when he lights up that way.

“Y’ know what I mean,” he adds with a friendly punch to Jayne’s shoulder. Touching comes easier now. “I’ll boost us some kind of knife from the farm depot and we’ll hide the gear inside one of the mattresses ‘til we can figure a way out of here.”

While Jayne’s tying his bootlaces Mal tries to think up an escape plan, but that goatee’d mouth is so gorram close to his crotch.

“Ha wo deh bang,” he murmurs, reaching out for Jayne’s shoulder again, this time with grabbing fingers rather than a closed fist.

This is a dangerous time to be sexing, what with guards everywhere and none of them too happy about witnessing sly play, but when Mal gets a thought in his head it won’t quit on him.

Jayne looks up, blinking slowly, then allows himself to be drawn in and the eager way he licks his lips as he frees Mal’s cock from his pants heightens the arousal in the room tenfold.

“Wa Cao!” Mal moans, muffling his words with a hand over his mouth as he’s sucked deep down into Jayne’s throat. There’s no time for messing about and it’s truly the hottest experience of Mal’s life to get worked up and off in less than two minutes by a man who knows exactly what he’s doing. Lightheaded and shaking, he hangs onto the top strut of the bank as Jayne licks him clean and puts him away.

There’s a smile of satisfaction slowly developing on the merc’s face and once again Mal is confused by the newly emerging facets of the man’s character. Without shadow of doubt jail is a learning experience. It’s taught Mal to look harder at a person before passing judgement.

“Gotta get to work,” says Jayne, stowing his things in the small locker and tucking away the stolen porno inside one of his well-worn comic books.

“Job seems a sight more interesting now there’s thieving involved eh?” Mal’s grin is a mile wide at the thought of setting their plan into action.

~~****~~

That evening Mal gets called to the visitation room. He arrives sweaty and dirty, straight from work, wishing he looked more like skipper of a boat and less like a farm hand.

“Your wife’s here to see you,” scowls the guard, “and, mark me, there’s no conjugal entitled ‘til you been here another month.”

Mal knows who it is--he and Zoë have played this scene a number of times over the years--and he’s relieved he doesn’t get any private time with her. He and Zo just ain’t like that. It’d be like rutting with his sister.

His second-in-command is sitting there at the glass screen, beautiful in a flowing dress with her hair tied back by a ribbon and looking every inch the demure wife.

“Bao bei,” she cries dramatically, pressing her hands and face up close to the glass as she mouths, “is this place monitored?”

Mal looks around the visitation unit and focuses on the single slovenly guard who’s obviously more interested in the contents of his nose than the other occupants of the room.

“No, darling,” he says with certainty. The penitentiary is a solid fortress of a building, but it ain’t high on technology.

The important part of the conversation carries on at low volume with loud platitudes thrown in as cover.

“Have you figured out how to break us?”

Zoë looks a little rueful. “There’s always a way out… eventually. How long you in for?”

Mal grimaces. “I ain’t relishing being stuck here for another ten months.”

“Could think of it as rest and recuperation, Sir.” She shrugs helplessly.

Now Mal’s enjoying the current recuperation program, but he’d rather be doing it in other places. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, honeypie,” he says loudly, enjoying the furious expression that blossoms fleetingly across Zoë’s face. “Jayne and I’ll work something up,” he adds under his breath. “How often can you visit?”

“Weekly now I’ve been approved by the governor,” she answers.

“Make sure you do.”

“I miss you too much not to,” she sobs, dabbing at her eyes with a small lacy handkerchief.

Mal wonders where in gorram hell Zoë’d get her hands on such a dainty thing as that. Thinking about it he reckons it’s probably one of Inara’s belongings.

“Give my love to Jayne,” she says as she gets up to leave, unable to disguise the smirk on her face. “He okay?”

“Dandy,” replies Mal, recalling the blow job that morning that had left his legs shaking. He’d like to reciprocate sometime, but he won’t.

“Driving you feng le?”

“No more’n usual.” Mal don’t want to talk about the mercenary. Things are too complicated between them. “Next week then, darling.”

He has a feeling Zoë’s staring quizzically at him, but it could well be raging paranoia. Pressing his palm against the glass in a lover’s farewell, Mal hopes fervently that next time he sees the woman they’ll both be on the outside of this place.

~~****~~

Mal’s busy slitting open the ticking of the mattress with a pilfered blade that he’d sharpened and cleaned in the shop. When’s he’s done he stows the makeshift knife away, slipping it between the heel and the sole of his boot, then pulls out clumps of matted grey horsehair from his bed. Looking around for a place to hide the surplus stuffing he catches sight of Jayne who’s rooting around inside his pants. That ain’t exactly unusual, but, this time ‘stead of playing with himself, the man’s pulling out an array of small but pricey goods: tech chips, jewellery, and a stack of platinum, amongst other interesting items.

“Tight skivvies come in mighty useful at times.” Jayne leers as he reaches around to make sure he’s fished out all the contraband.

“Zoë visited today,” says Mal as he appraises the gemstone in a ring with a practiced eye before ramming it safely inside the hollowed out storage hole and repacking the stuffing tightly around the stolen items. It’ll do for now until they acquire more goods.

Jayne lights up. “What she have to say?” he asks.

“Not a whole lot that’s any use.” Mal rests his butt on the edge of Jayne’s bunk. “Reckon it’s up to you and me to save our ownselves.”

“Huh?”

“The building’s too big and solid for her to blow us out and there’s no one on the outside to bribe. No one worth a damn anyhow.”

The big man’s looking more fretful than when he’s being chased by a pack of reavers. “I can’t stay here a year, Mal,” he pleads. “I swear I’ll wind up crazier than crazy girl.”

“Did you see my mouth was flapping then?” says Mal standing up and squeezing Jayne reassuringly on his arm. “Said I was gonna think up a way to get us out, didn’t I? Just gotta keep our eyes and ears open.”

“For what?”

“You were the one found out there’s underhand dealings going on here and where there’s corrupted folk, there’s always room for manoeuvers.”

“Even when we’re boosting stuff from them?”

Mal nods. “Especially so, ‘cause then we got the proof of their misdeeds tucked away. We just gotta play it right.”

Realising that he’s still reaching out to Jayne he snaps his hand back and, at that precise moment, an alarm call sounds that startles them both out of the wary eye-lock they’re engaged in.

“Food time,” says Jayne happily, his earlier concerns apparently forgotten as he races for the open cell door. “None too soon neither. My belly ‘bout reckoned my throat’d been cut.”

Mal shakes his head as he follows the big man silently down the corridor to the mess hall, unsure whether Jayne Cobb is way deeper or way denser than he’d originally thought.

~~****~~

That night their rutting begins as soon as the lights go out.

Jayne strips off buck-naked then goes down on his knees, licking and sucking at Mal’s prick and balls like a pro. Mal ain’t certain that’s the way it’s supposed to go--he thinks he’s should be in charge of matters--but Jayne’s so gorram willing it’s hard to refuse him.

This time when they’re preparing to rut proper, Mal slides a lubed up rubber onto Jayne’s erection causing the big man to groan and thrust as that coil of tight latex pushes on over him. First off they try it doggy style, but, whilst that feels gorram good, it don’t suit Mal to be had this way by his crewman. Nor does it work with Jayne pushing him up against the cell wall.

Mal can't help being as awkward as all gorram hell. He knows from sight that Jayne likes to bottom and, because of this, wants the merc to give rather than take. Mal’s a switch, he likes sexing all ways, but when it comes to having Jayne, he needs to be contrary and still feel like he’s in command at all times. It’s a conundrum for sure.

They end up sat on the edge of Jayne’s bunk with Mal straddling the big man’s lap and gripping tight to his shoulder with his left hand.

It ain’t sensible to consider the future of this strange relationship of theirs, but Mal can’t help thinking over the benefits of keeping the mercenary as his bedmate. As Jayne rams deep into him he reckons that it’d be like having a live sex toy to play with permanently.

Sliding backwards and sideways slightly Jayne rests one hand behind him as support and the other he wraps around Mal’s cock, dragging his fist back and forth over the sensitive skin until Mal’s reeling from the assault on his senses.

“Tamade!” he grunts, leaning back to avoid hitting his head and hanging tight to Jayne’s shoulders.

“Fuck! Oh fuck!” Jayne repeats this over and over like a mantra, becoming more and more breathless as he uses up all his energy on screwing Mal.

It’s something alright to have the man under his thumb like this. It’s something to be able to get pleasure at will with no effort whatsoever. Mal relaxes; letting Jayne pushes him higher and higher and when he comes it’s so gorram impersonal it’s untrue. It's sex on tap without effort and connection. Mal Reynolds is a happy man right now.

TBC

Sweeney Todd

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 21:17:05 GMT

The website has gone live with wallpapers and such. *SQUEEE*

Yeah, I've been lurking at imdb waiting for news of this and most of all the trailer.

Fic -- Firefly -- I Ain't Missing You At All -- Jayne/Mal -- 15

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 20:59:40 GMT

Title: I Ain't Missing You At All
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Mal
Word count: 400
Warnings:
Rating: 15
Disclaimers: Joss is boss. I am his minion.
Beta: Nope

I Ain't Missing You At All

When the Doc left to get River the help she desperately needed, the whole ship felt their absence.

Kaylee was heard sobbing in the engine room and Wash didn’t find so many things to joke about. Zoë was tensed up from knowing that she was back to being the medic while Inara and Book looked permanently sad. Jayne was just silent.

Mal missed Simon and the little girl, but most important to him was keeping Serenity flying and he weren’t gonna do that with a crew in mourning.

Kaylee was the easiest to fix; sweet things to eat and a whole junkyard to scavenge from put sunshine back on her pretty face. Book got dropped off at Haven for some spiritual enlightenment and Inara? Well, Mal just had to be respectful of her business and not call her a whore. It was hard going, but he managed it… most of the time.

Now there was less of them, living quarters were re-designed so Zoë and Wash could have themselves more of an apartment to live in.

Mal was overwhelmed by the gratitude.

“About time, Sir,” Zoë had said bluntly, but she'd smiled all the same.

Then there was Jayne. Mal hadn’t been certain of how things had stood between the doc and the merc until the day Simon and River left. His suspicions were confirmed when Jayne took off and wasn’t to be found in any of the local whorehouses or bars. He came back; crumpled-looking, haggard and full of silence which refused to go away.

It wasn’t a hardship for Mal to try and fix Jayne. He had eyes and had always appreciated the merc’s muscles and looks from afar. Now he was getting the chance to do it up close.

The first time he'd locked his fingers around the man’s neck and kissed the living daylights out of him, Jayne had pulled away startled. But then that bearded mouth had rubbed against his and what followed came natural to them both.

The sadness hasn’t gone away completely-- even Mal feels it from time to time--but Serenity is functioning again and that makes him a happy man. Has to be said, having Jayne in his bunk helps with that happiness, although sometimes, when that rough voice is yelling out obscenities and informing everyone of exactly where their captain’s mouth is, Mal wishes for a little more quiet.

DONE

Fic -- Firefly -- Rigor Mortis -- Jayne/Mal -- PG

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 20:50:57 GMT

Title: Rigor Mortis
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Mal
Word count: 120
Warnings: Death
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: Joss is boss. I am his minion.
Beta: Nope

Rigor Mortis

Mal’s grown used to that gun-calloused hand. He’s seen it in action so many times: sliding lovingly over knives, spilling blood when it was needed. He’s felt it too: gripping his shoulder tight as support, fighting him in half-hearted manner to be top dog. Pulling him off night after night until he’s raw and utterly spent.

That hand is always warm and always strong and now that it’s laying limp and cooling in his lap, Mal’s lost. Gentle fingers try to tug him away, but he fights hard because he’s not ready. Not yet.

Finally, once the tendons draw up and then relax, he can let go, knowing full well that Jayne won’t be tussling with him ever again.

DONE

Fic -- Firefly -- The Nature of Man -- Jayne/Mal -- 15

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 20:41:44 GMT

Title: The Nature of Man
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Mal, Simon PoV
Word count: 300
Warnings:
Rating: 15
Disclaimers: Joss is boss. I am his minion.
Beta: Nope

The Nature of Man

People always assume wrongly that Simon is sly. He’s been approached all too many times in bars and because of this has always been quietly apprehensive around homosexual men. ‘Denial,’ ‘repressed,’ and ‘closeted’ are words that he hears whispered behind his back often, and this annoys him because it’s not in the least part true. He finds women attractive; he admires their delicacy and poise and most of all their innate strength. Men are victim to their own urges and if he’s being brutally honest this repulses him.

The sly men Simon knew at med school were all effeminate in the extreme and, since then, he’s had a very clichéd picture in his mind. Because of this, when Mal and Jayne seek him out in a professional capacity, both of them asking to be tested for S.T.D.’s, he’s left gawping slightly and lost for words. Two such big brutal masculine men don’t fit his textbook image.

Simon hides his discomfort well and is relieved when the rest of the crew become aware of the changed nature of the captain’s relationship with his hired gun. It was an impossible secret to keep; not because the two men act sly, but there’s this constant undercurrent that lingers around them as if they’re connected.

Apprehension slowly seeps away and Simon finds himself listening and lurking. He’s not a voyeur, he’s just intrigued by the mechanics, and when he does happen upon Jayne and Mal in a private moment he watches fascinated. With them it's all hands, lips, cocks and moans. There’s nothing effeminate and nothing one sided about it. They pleasure each other turn and turnabout and Simon finds their urgent coupling bizarrely attractive.

He doesn’t want to join them, but at least now he understands better.

DONE

Fic -- Firefly -- Finality -- Jayne/Mal -- PG

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 20:26:35 GMT

It's quiet so I'm going to sneak in a few ficlets I wrote for a Jayne/Mal ficlet tree challenge.

Title: Finality
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Mal
Word count: 250
Warnings:
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: Joss is boss. I am his minion.
Beta: Nope

Finality

Almost five months on from the day of the funerals Jayne leaves Serenity. It’s not because he misses Book’s friendship like his guide rope’s been cut. It’s not even because the expression on Zoë’s face grows emptier and emptier as time passes. In the end Jayne leaves Serenity because he has no choice.

He makes sure to fix himself up as good as he knows how: scrubbed clean with soap, beard trimmed neat, wearing Sunday best clothes and shined boots. Packing away his favourite weapons in an old kit-bag he keeps just one pistol on him, resting snug inside his grandpa’s old holster.

Jayne waits until the right moment--a time when most everyone is holed up planet-side, trying to wash away that raw pain with drinking and sexing--then he strides into the cockpit.

Captain’s there just like Jayne knew he would be, staring out at nothing, waiting until they can leave this rock and head out for a new piece of dirt.

“I’m gone.”

“You took your time.”

Them words burn Jayne deep, but then Mal looks ‘round, pushing himself up from the pilot’s chair and, by the look on his face, it seems like he’s understanding the finality.

There ain’t room for talk. Jayne takes a step forward, leaning down and kissing Mal harsh but fervent on his lips. It’s over almost as quick as it began and, without waiting for a knee to his balls or a telling off, Jayne turns and leaves.

DONE

Fic -- Firefly -- Going Down (1) -- Jayne/Mal -- 18

Thu, 06 Sep 2007 18:50:48 GMT

Part one of a gratuitous prison fic I have been writing for a while.

Title: Going Down (1))
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Jayne
Word count: 2,300
Warnings:
Rating: 18
Disclaimers: Joss is boss. I am his minion.
Beta: Nope

mouseovers for translation

Going Down-- Part One

Mal ain’t certain what starts it off. More than likely it’s being locked up in this prison for twenty four hours a day that’s driving him as feng le as River Tam and turning him into an eroticised, under-sexed, over-sexed, bug-crazy, stir-crazy moon-brain. Thirty two days they’ve been stuck here without so much as one word from Zoë and a month in a jail cell with Jayne Cobb as company is proving to be more trying than Mal ever thought possible.

“Y’reckon we’ll hear from the others soon, Mal?”

Mal can feel his eyes bulge and if it weren’t for the fact that Jayne was so much bigger than him then he’d surely land a fist to the side of that thick head.

“Well, if I’d woken up psychic today I could likely tell you the answer to that gorram question you keep asking me, but, as it turns out…”

Mal voice dies away as he watches Jayne roll out of his bunk then strip off shorts and tee shirt and wrap a towel around his waist. He ain’t trying to look or nothing, it’s just that Jayne’s there all the time and he apparently don’t give a rut who he shows off that big hairy body to.

The klaxon grates out its call and the cell doors in their block simultaneously slide open with an annoying clanking noise -- everything leans t’ward being annoying in this hole. As soon as the alarm sounds Jayne charges off to the bathroom, but Mal is in no such hurry, lingering behind and waiting for his other block mates to finish up. He ain’t fond of getting undressed in front of everyone. He’s a man who craves privacy and always has done. He needs time for personal things.

Knowing the pattern well enough after a month here in slammer, Mal waits five minutes and then heads for the bathroom to hide away in a stall. Another five and he’s entering the showers which are mostly empty by now. Except for-

He can’t have seen it right. Jayne wouldn’t-

Mal’s been acquainted with the mercenary for a good long time now. Living on a ship the size of Serenity means not a single one of them gets a chance to have secrets. He knows his crew -- the way they function, the way they think, they way they’re gonna react in any given situation. Well, at least he thought he did, but that look on Jayne’s face was a shock to the system. Willing. Submissive. Not words he’d ever have thought applicable.

“I’ll be seeing you, nán péng you,” The other man leaves the showers, fingers of his right hand brushing over Jayne’s skin like he owns him, and that slight gesture makes Mal’s upper lip curl possessively.

“Who was that?” he asks in his most disinterested voice, stripping off and not caring right now who sees him.

“Reynard.”

Mal don’t like that name; it’s too much like his own.

“He’s in the know. Can get hold of things too. Reckoned it might be useful to keep on his good side.”

Mal can only imagine what being on the man’s good side entails. He’s imagining it now as it happens, thoughts shifting like quicksilver through his brain.

“We don’t need a user like him to help us out. Zoë’ll be working up a plan.”

“But what if’n she-”

“She’s working on it, I tell you.” Mal ends the conversation by standing under the cold spray, lathering himself all over with foul-smelling antibacterial soap. He can’t wait to rid himself of the stink of delousing chemicals.

By the time he returns to his cell Jayne is gone. That thought concerns Mal more than it oughta do and he dresses quickly in regulation grey pants and a shirt then clatters downs the steel grid steps out to the recreation yard.

As soon as the guards check him inside the fenced-off enclosure Mal prowls the perimeter, scouting out all the quieter places where men get themselves some coupling time. He finds Jayne and Reynard behind the kitchen block, just talking it seems, but there’s a look that don’t sit right on either of their faces and Mal finds himself studying Jayne closer. He sees things he don’t want to: scuff marks on the knees of them pants and lips that are redder than usual.

“Au revoir,” says Reynard in that thickly accented voice.

Mal feigns indifference, leaning back against wall and watching the man slink off around the corner, and is more than irked to see a twisted smile of satisfaction appear on that sly face the moment before it disappears from view.

“No need for this,” Mal says when everyone else is out of earshot, tightening his lips into a thin line as Jayne examines the reinforced toes of his boots.

That picture alone is telling Mal a story that’s more detailed than words, but then the mercenary raises his gaze and looks directly at him. “It ain’t up to you,” he says carefully as if he’s been considering the matter over.

~~****~~

“D’you have to do that?”

Mal ain’t certain that Jayne spends half of every night jacking his ji ba, but it sure as hell seems like it.

“Happen I do.”

“You should be bunked up with that Reynard feller.”

“Happen I should.”

If Mal opens his eyes he can see a vague reflection of what Jayne’s doing with his hand in the dull steel splashback panel above the miniature sized sink.

“’Most done now.”

The voice is as creaky as the old bunk and, however much he doesn’t want to, Mal gets hard as he watches the ghost-like image of Jayne throwing back the thin blanket and bringing himself off with a long drawn out gasp and a shuddering of the rusty springs.

~~****~~

Thirty eight days and counting and, whether it’s subconscious or not, Mal can’t seem to help bumping into Jayne and his new qing ren. He wouldn’t say he’s okay with it--the thought still gets him worked up--but he’s dealing pretty well. Even the disturbing sight of Jayne bending over and getting his arse fucked raw in the showers doesn’t bring on that vicious red haze of anger. After all, the mercenary ain’t never been shy about his avid need for sexing.

In the end it’s a surprisingly small detail that brings matters to a head. Mal takes longer than ever getting to the bathroom this particular morning, hoping for some private jack off time, but what he sees out the corner of his eye makes his dick soften down to useless. Jayne and Reynard are naked and breathing heavy from the afterglow, not an unusual sight. But what gets Mal’s dander up is the kissing. Jayne has told them all vociferously, many times over, that he don’t kiss on the mouth and yet here he is involved in a lip-lock from the sleazy foreigner.

Slamming into a stall, Mal jams his foot against the unlockable door and rests his butt on the edge of the john. Elbows propped on his knees, he rests his head in his hands and wonders why, for Christ’s sake, he’s feeling this way. Once the low speaking voices become even quieter he emerges from the narrow cubicle and strips down for a quick cold shower, rubbing viciously at himself with the bar of caustic soap as if that’ll scrub the images from his mind. Erase the voice that’s telling him, quite insistently, that Jayne is his.

~~****~~

“Jayne is my crew.” Mal has Reynard up against the steel fencing and his fingers are tightening around the man’s throat. There’s a glint of fear in those mud-brown eyes and Mal snarls low in his throat in disgust. This pathetic little creep don’t have no call to be messing around with his merc. “You end it swift, you hear, or I’ll end you.”

Mal squeezes a little harder until Reynard makes this choking sound. As his eyes begin to bulge, he nods several times in quick succession and is dropped on the ground like a piece of lese. Getting to his feet, the man brushes himself down like a dandy. “Plenty other bitches to rut with,” he sneers then skitters away around the side of the hospital wing before Mal has the opportunity to do him any more damage.

The rest of the day is spent buried deep in a quandary. Mal stays out of the way so he don’t have to see Jayne’s face and find out that the merc has feelings for this piece of scum. It’s unlikely, but then all of this is as unlikely as hell. Tamade! It would have been gorram unthinkable just one month ago. As far as Mal was aware he hadn’t even made up his mind about Jayne being a fully-fledged crew member, yet now it seems he’s wrestling with ownership issues.

Night inevitably arrives and, after an hour spent in Jayne’s company, Mal ain’t at all certain that Reynard’s kept his word and kicked him out of his bed. The big man don’t seem perturbed in the slightest and goes to sleep like a baby after submerging himself for an hour in one of those dog-eared porn books that masquerades itself as a dime store detective novel. Mal invariably gets irritated from just watching the way Jayne’s lips move along with the words as he scans the pages to find the sex scenes; a precursor to playing with himself. There’s no jerking off happening tonight though and Mal winds up being twitchy and disgruntled because of it. Then he gets tetchy because of the twitchiness. And on top of all that he can’t get to sleep -- not the way that ignorant hundan beneath him is snoring away like a freight train.

It takes a long time to drift off and Mal spends those restless dark hours ruminating over impossible escape plans involving Zoë swooping down to rescue them from the rec yard. By dawn he’s left with a worrisome feeling that his second has taken the opportunity to make a break for it and steal Serenity away from beneath his nose. Mal wouldn’t put it past her. On second thoughts, yes he would; his trust in Zoë is absolute.

“Y’ain’t humping your boyfriend?” he snarks petulantly when he finds Jayne alone in the shower block.

“Nope,” responds the big man as terse as ever and Mal just about manages to refrain from shaking the truth out of him.

“Y’ reckon we’ll hear from Zo today? ‘Bout getting out I mean,” adds Jayne like clockwork. “S’been a fair while now.”

Forty days. Forty endless harrowing days.

“I have no clue.” Mal hasn’t even got the energy to yell. He just strips off and washes away the night sweat, trying to think about stuff that isn’t Jayne and throttling Jayne and naked Jayne. Showering don’t take long at all today and, sooner than spitting, he’s dried and dressed and on his way to the communal area.

The upside of penitentiary life is that inmates get to ease the boredom by working and even earn some coin from it. Mal’s new detail is in the prison small-holding and he enjoys it more than his previous job in the laundry. Tending to crops is something he’s familiar with and he likes the feel of dry earth on his hands.

His day’s wage buys him a fresh peach and while to most it isn’t exactly luxury, for a fellow who’s spent years in the black it’s bordering on heavenly to lounge on his bunk, clean from the shower, munching on that fruit and sucking up the juice off his fingers. In fact, Mal could almost say he’s enjoying today until Jayne comes in, water dripping off his forehead, ugly regulation clothes sticking to his damp body.

Pulling a disgruntled face Mal buries his nose in a week old news-sheet--no cortex here for them to catch up with events. He makes a long point of not looking at Jayne, but when he does he’s startled to see the merc sitting on his bunk holding a screen, big mouth open wide as he gazes at a scene of naked writhing bodies.

“Where the gorram hell did you get your boostin’ hands on that?” asks Mal incredulously. To think he was ecstatic over a peach! There ain’t no way that kind of stuff is sold in the prison store.

Jayne leers up at him. “Been set to work in the supply depot,” he says “They got expensive stuff in there, Mal. Reckon there’s some kind of fix going on and if’n we could get us out of here…”

Mal gets to thinking. If he could turn this situation into a positive he’d be wearing a grin a mile wide for a year. “What kind of stuff?”

“Fancy food, jewellery, all kinds of black market gear.”

There goes that dirty leer again and this time it has Mal a-tingling. “Reckon you could get a hold of some of it?” he asks.

“Got this, didn’t I?” Jayne extends his arm and Mal can’t help but look at the sexing happening on that wafer-thin screen.

“Do I get a bigger cut? It being my idea and all.”

“Think on this a while. Do I get a bigger cut when I do the planning and you stand there and shoot folk with your brain set to slow?”

Jayne falls silent--probably because every member of the crew knows that Mal is a fair man--and when he does start talking again it’s in a subdued voice. “I’ll see what I can snatch tomorrow.”

Mal nods and tries to bury himself in old news, but it’s gorram hard to ignore the low level sounds of rutting coming off that device below him. He knows Jayne has his hand down his pants and he’s itching to do the self-same thing. Maybe he will--the thrill of scheming has given him an adrenaline rush and made him overly hot--cepting that buddy sex ain’t his style. And even if it was, Jayne ain’t his idea of a buddy.

TBC