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Title: Cocoon
Author: Sevangel
Disclaimer: I own nothing; Joss Whedon and Co owns everything Firefly
Warnings: M/M of the Mal Simon variety. If this bothers you, don't read it.
Dedicated to: All my loyal readers whom I haven't gifted many fics to in a long time. And as I was asked numerous times for some Mal/Simon, I have responded with this. I hope it is enjoyed
Rating: Heavy R
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"For a ruttin' genius, you ain't got a lick of sense." Mal comments as he cups Simon's chin and tilts the younger man's head to the side. "Why the ruttin' hell did you jump in front of that fist?"
Simon winches as Mal roughly prods his bruised skin. "I don't know; I guess I didn't want him to hit you."
"I'm a big boy." Mal rubs his thumb back forth over Simon's cheekbone. "I can take a gorram hit, lot better than you."
Simon closes his eyes on a sigh and leans into Mal's warm hand. Mal is right; it was stupid. The captain is much more capable of taking a hit than he is but for some reason, one he doesn't want to admit to until he's a little more sure of Mal's own feelings, he didn't want the older man to be hurt.
In fact, over the past two years that him and River have been living on Serenity, he's found himself worrying more over Mal than any other person, save River. And even now, his worry over Mal's safety is starting to compete with his worry over his sister. River is, for all intents and purposes, the safest person on this boat, having her very own personalized mercenary that will kill anyone that so much as looks at her wrong.
Her relationship with Jayne shocked him…and everyone on the boat, but once he verified with River that the brutish, ape-man was what she wanted, he gave Jayne his blessing, much to everyone's disbelief. Except for River. He's always just wanted her to be happy and if Jayne makes her happy, that's all that matters to him. And she's always known that.
He tried to return Kaylee's feelings for him. He shared sweet, chaste kisses with the bright-eye mechanic but his heart, his passion was never in it. Kaylee, bless her heart, knew and bowed out with one of her beautiful smiles.
And throughout all that, he slowly started developing feelings for someone he never even considered a threat; Mal. The captain is still, and probably will always be, an ass. He still closes himself off from everyone around him, covering himself with a mask of authority.
But there are times when Simon wonders if maybe Mal might return the feelings he won't admit he feels for the captain. Moments like now, when Mal is looking at him like he's something other than the fugitive doctor under his employee. And his hand cupping his face, warming Simon's cold body.
Simon licks his suddenly dry lips and slowly opens his eyes, gasping at what he finds.
Mal rubs his thumb back and forth over Simon's sharp cheekbone while his palm cups the younger man's bristled jaw. He knows he's crossin' a line he ought not, showing affection for the boy in a way he shouldn't, but it can't be helped. His heart stopped for a second when he the young doctor went flyin', his pale frame slamming back against a table before he fell to the floor. He took out the man with little more than punch and then moved to Simon's side, moving a fluttering Kaylee out of his way.
And their port stay was ended then, his hand wrapped tight around Simon's upper arm as he lead his crew back to Serenity. Wash had them in the air within a few minutes and he had the doctor in the room he's called home for the past two years.
Where they sit now, both of them on the small bed Simon uses every night, Mal's tall framed turned slightly towards Simon's. The doctor's door is shut, sealing out the rest of the world, cocooning them alone.
Mal can feel the nervousness of Simon's frame, can feel the doctor's face shake slightly in his hand. He should leave now, walk out of the room and to his own, ending this spell they're under. Be he doesn't. And when Simon's tongue moves out to trace his lips, Mal feels himself harden. He tightens his hand around Simon's jaw, willing the doctor to open his eyes, as he lowers his face. He tastes rather than hears Simon's shocked gasp as his lips brush the doctor's.
Simon's stomach flips at the first taste of Mal on his lips. Warm, rich, and intoxicating, he's never tasted anything like the captain. Not that he's tasted many at all. His younger years were spent studying, pushing his mind to its limits, and then beyond. Medical school was even worse and it wasn't until a year before River joined the academy that he actually settled down enough to actually date. Not that he did much dating. He's always been aloof around women, unsure of what to say or do. In fact, besides River (who is his sister therefore no reason to be nervous around her), the only woman he found he can be around comfortably is Inara. The companion is much like a female version of himself.
So, needless to say, he's probably the most innocent person on this boat. He's had sex but it was always fleeting and in the dark, never so open and bright like this is. By default, his response is naïve and very needy, his tongue pushing in Mal's mouth eagerly but with almost no finesse.
"Whoa there, Simon." Mal pulls back slightly until only the slightest brush of lips is felt.
Simon feels the blood flood to his face and he tries to pull away but the iron hold Mal has on his arm prevents his escape. "Mal?"
Mal closes his eyes, his cock pulsing at the combination of need and innocence in Simon's tone. "Xin gan, you need to slow down." He winces slightly as the words leave his lips, the pet-name unintentional. He sees the shock flash through Simon's eyes and pushes their lips more firmly together, wanting to avoid the doctor's questions. Simon tastes the way he is; innocent and lush, tasting like everything Mal's never had in his life. Like no matter how much time he spends in the black, Simon will always be core. Like he shouldn't be thinking about the doctor, much less touching him. But then again, when did he ever care about what he should be doing?
Instead he probes the seam of Simon's lips with the tip of his tongue before pushing past and finding the doctor's own tongue. He forces Simon's tongue to respond to his, the two organs sliding against each other over and over again until Simon is panting under him and gripping his shoulder so tightly Mal's pretty sure he'll have bruises. He breaks the kiss after a few minutes, chuckling when Simon falls back against his pillow.
He's completely overwhelmed. He's never felt anything like this. He never knew he could feel this much. He always thought that because of his vast intelligence, that he would never be a very physical creature. But Mal has him panting like an animal and writhing on his bed like he's in heat. And before he can force his eyes open to see what Mal's planning next, he's arching off his bed as sharp teeth nip his neck. He automatically tilts his head, baring his throat for whatever Mal wants to do to him.
Mal nips Simon's pale, soft skin, his teeth grasping firmly of the doctor's skin and tugging, his cock jumping when Simon groans. He wants to dominate this man. Wants to make Simon his in everyway possible so that twenty years from now, Simon will still feel him. The doctor's button up shirt because a burden, one his rips open, baring the Simon's pale, chiseled chest to his hungry eyes. He's never felt lust like this; never wanted anybody the way he wants Simon.
Simon whimpers when Mal twists his nipple, little shocks of pleasure/pain shooting from the nub straight to the place between his thighs where he's harder than steel. And then he's moaning, Mal's teeth worrying the hard nub of his right nipple while the captain's rough fingers abuse his left. He wants…something so bad he can't stand it but doesn't know what. His sensibilities balk at the idea of the captain fucking him while his cock jumps in excitement at that idea. In fact, he can picture it clearly in his head, his face buried in his pillow, ass high in the air, as Mal fucks him ruthlessly. He moans loudly at the idea.
Mal pulls away from Simon's chest, smirking in satisfaction at the small bruises that cover Simon's pale chest, bruises from his mouth and fingers. He walks his fingers down Simon's clearly defined abs as he leans up to kiss the doctor's panting lips.
"Mal.." Simon pleads, suckling greedily on Mal's bottom lip.
Mal growls and thrusts his tongue into the younger man's mouth while his fingers move to unclasp the belt around Simon's waist. With nothing more than a flick of his fingers and a shove of his hands, he has Simon's leaking erection out of his pants and in the palm of his hand.
"Wuh de tyen ." Simon whimpers, his hips bucking erratically in Mal's calloused hand. "Mal, please."
"Please what?" Mal growls, tugging harshly on Simon's swollen upper lip with his teeth. "You have to say it."
"Please." Simon begs, his body shaking with lust, lust he's not used to experiencing. His whole body feels on fire, pain making tears fill his eyes.
Mal places a delicate, chaste kiss on Simon's lips before disappearing from the doctor's side and reappearing between his legs. He pulls Simon's pants the rest of the way off, tossing them carelessly to the side before pushing Simon's legs apart so he can fit between them. He wants to fuck Simon, right now, so hard that the doctor cums screaming over and over again and can't move tomorrow but he pushes that dark desire away for another time. "Please what?"
Simon whimpers helplessly.
Mal wraps his hand around the base of Simon's rock-hard cock and leans down to blow hot air on the tip of Simon's cock.
Simon screeches, his hips bucking towards Mal desperately.
"You gotta say it, xin gan." Mal says.
Simon forces his eyes open and pushes up far enough on his hands that he's looking down his body to where Mal is nestled between his wantonly spread thighs. He waits until Mal looks up before responding, his voice so thick with lust that he doesn't recognize it. "Make me cum, Mal, make me scream."
Mal swallows heavily against the wave of lust to pours over his body, Simon's words turning him on more than anything. The hand wrapped around Simon's base drops to cup the doctor's balls while his mouth descends.
Simon falls back on his pillow, whimpers and keens escaping his throat as Mal ruthlessly sucks his cock. He's never felt anything like Mal's mouth around his cock, the captain's tongue and teeth creating a whirlwind of sensation he couldn't describe if he wanted to. All he knows is within a few moments, he thrashing on his bed, his hips rocking into Mal's mouth chaotically. He feels his balls start to throb, the globes still being rolled by Mal's rough palm, and bites his lip, afraid he really will scream.
It doesn't help though. Because right when he feels his balls tighten, signifying his orgasm, Mal pushes the tip of one finger inside his ass, a place never trespassed by anyone.
He screams Mal's name as he cums harder than he ever has.
Mal swallows Simon's semen the best he can between chuckles, the doctor's scream so loud there's no way the rest of the crew didn't hear it. He just hopes little River is as good of a reader as she's supposed to be and keeps everyone from tearing down here to rescue the poor doctor. He unfolds himself from between Simon's legs, his body protesting the position he put himself in, and crawls up the bed to lie beside Simon. He still wants to fuck the doctor and he will, but not tonight. Simon ain't near ready for that.
Simon opens his eyes after what feels like years, a sappy, sated smile on his lips as he turns his head to find Mal. And there's that look again, a look he's never seen Mal bestow on anyone until now. But under that look is pain and Simon knows why. He closes the few inches between their lips and kisses Mal, gently thrusting his tongue inside the captain's mouth.
Mal groans against Simon's lips, his body wrung so tight that these kisses might push him over the edge. Then he feels it; Simon's smooth, gentle and warm hand against his belly. Pulling his shirt out of his pants before unbuttoning his pants. He doesn't stop the doctor, instead just continues to mate his tongue with Simon's.
Simon wraps his hand around Mal's hard cock, weighing it in the palm of his hand. Now he's doubly unsure about having Mal inside him, after feeling the other man's girth for himself. Needless to say, if they ever progress to that stage, a whole lot of lubricate will be necessary. He wishes he had some now, knowing the hand job would be easier and probably feel better if he did. Then he remembers the wetness coating his thighs and pelvic, the semen Mal didn't catch.
Mal groans his objection when Simon moves his sweet, warm hand off his swollen cock and then moans his appreciation when Simon regrips him, this time his hand warm with some liquid. It takes him a minute to figure out that it's the doctor's own semen coating his hand, pumping his cock mercilessly.
Simon works his hand over Mal's body, using the captain's grunts and groans as indicators to what the captain enjoys. He moves his other hand down to cup Mal's balls, rolling the globes like Mal did his own earlier while his hand never stops its movements, and his tongue never stops dueling with Mal's.
Mal bucks into Simon's hands when he cums, the doctor's name following off his tongue in a low, deep felt groan.
Simon gasps as Mal's hot semen hits his bare belly but continues to fondle the orgasming captain, his mouth sucking on Mal's tongue like a baby to a bottle.
Mal breaks the kiss a few minutes after his orgasm is over and tenderly kisses Simon's forehead.
"Mal?" Simon questions when Mal stands up.
"Shh." Mal strips off his clothes, using his shirt to wipe the cooling cum off Simon's body, before tossing it into the corner of Simon's room. Unashamed of his nudity, he walks over to turn off the light before crawling back in Simon's bed. He grabs the blanket off the chair beside the bed and covers them with it.
Simon cuddles into Mal's bulk, shocked by the captain's behavior. But he doesn't question it. Instead, he basks in it.
Mal wraps a possessive arms around Simon's body and finally gives into the weariness of his body.
They're asleep within moments, still cocooned in each other and nothing else.
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Xin gan-darling/sweetheart
Wuh de tyen-dear God in heaven
Author: Sevangel
Disclaimer: I own nothing; Joss Whedon and Co owns everything Firefly
Warnings: M/M of the Mal Simon variety. If this bothers you, don't read it.
Dedicated to: All my loyal readers whom I haven't gifted many fics to in a long time. And as I was asked numerous times for some Mal/Simon, I have responded with this. I hope it is enjoyed
Rating: Heavy R
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"For a ruttin' genius, you ain't got a lick of sense." Mal comments as he cups Simon's chin and tilts the younger man's head to the side. "Why the ruttin' hell did you jump in front of that fist?"
Simon winches as Mal roughly prods his bruised skin. "I don't know; I guess I didn't want him to hit you."
"I'm a big boy." Mal rubs his thumb back forth over Simon's cheekbone. "I can take a gorram hit, lot better than you."
Simon closes his eyes on a sigh and leans into Mal's warm hand. Mal is right; it was stupid. The captain is much more capable of taking a hit than he is but for some reason, one he doesn't want to admit to until he's a little more sure of Mal's own feelings, he didn't want the older man to be hurt.
In fact, over the past two years that him and River have been living on Serenity, he's found himself worrying more over Mal than any other person, save River. And even now, his worry over Mal's safety is starting to compete with his worry over his sister. River is, for all intents and purposes, the safest person on this boat, having her very own personalized mercenary that will kill anyone that so much as looks at her wrong.
Her relationship with Jayne shocked him…and everyone on the boat, but once he verified with River that the brutish, ape-man was what she wanted, he gave Jayne his blessing, much to everyone's disbelief. Except for River. He's always just wanted her to be happy and if Jayne makes her happy, that's all that matters to him. And she's always known that.
He tried to return Kaylee's feelings for him. He shared sweet, chaste kisses with the bright-eye mechanic but his heart, his passion was never in it. Kaylee, bless her heart, knew and bowed out with one of her beautiful smiles.
And throughout all that, he slowly started developing feelings for someone he never even considered a threat; Mal. The captain is still, and probably will always be, an ass. He still closes himself off from everyone around him, covering himself with a mask of authority.
But there are times when Simon wonders if maybe Mal might return the feelings he won't admit he feels for the captain. Moments like now, when Mal is looking at him like he's something other than the fugitive doctor under his employee. And his hand cupping his face, warming Simon's cold body.
Simon licks his suddenly dry lips and slowly opens his eyes, gasping at what he finds.
Mal rubs his thumb back and forth over Simon's sharp cheekbone while his palm cups the younger man's bristled jaw. He knows he's crossin' a line he ought not, showing affection for the boy in a way he shouldn't, but it can't be helped. His heart stopped for a second when he the young doctor went flyin', his pale frame slamming back against a table before he fell to the floor. He took out the man with little more than punch and then moved to Simon's side, moving a fluttering Kaylee out of his way.
And their port stay was ended then, his hand wrapped tight around Simon's upper arm as he lead his crew back to Serenity. Wash had them in the air within a few minutes and he had the doctor in the room he's called home for the past two years.
Where they sit now, both of them on the small bed Simon uses every night, Mal's tall framed turned slightly towards Simon's. The doctor's door is shut, sealing out the rest of the world, cocooning them alone.
Mal can feel the nervousness of Simon's frame, can feel the doctor's face shake slightly in his hand. He should leave now, walk out of the room and to his own, ending this spell they're under. Be he doesn't. And when Simon's tongue moves out to trace his lips, Mal feels himself harden. He tightens his hand around Simon's jaw, willing the doctor to open his eyes, as he lowers his face. He tastes rather than hears Simon's shocked gasp as his lips brush the doctor's.
Simon's stomach flips at the first taste of Mal on his lips. Warm, rich, and intoxicating, he's never tasted anything like the captain. Not that he's tasted many at all. His younger years were spent studying, pushing his mind to its limits, and then beyond. Medical school was even worse and it wasn't until a year before River joined the academy that he actually settled down enough to actually date. Not that he did much dating. He's always been aloof around women, unsure of what to say or do. In fact, besides River (who is his sister therefore no reason to be nervous around her), the only woman he found he can be around comfortably is Inara. The companion is much like a female version of himself.
So, needless to say, he's probably the most innocent person on this boat. He's had sex but it was always fleeting and in the dark, never so open and bright like this is. By default, his response is naïve and very needy, his tongue pushing in Mal's mouth eagerly but with almost no finesse.
"Whoa there, Simon." Mal pulls back slightly until only the slightest brush of lips is felt.
Simon feels the blood flood to his face and he tries to pull away but the iron hold Mal has on his arm prevents his escape. "Mal?"
Mal closes his eyes, his cock pulsing at the combination of need and innocence in Simon's tone. "Xin gan, you need to slow down." He winces slightly as the words leave his lips, the pet-name unintentional. He sees the shock flash through Simon's eyes and pushes their lips more firmly together, wanting to avoid the doctor's questions. Simon tastes the way he is; innocent and lush, tasting like everything Mal's never had in his life. Like no matter how much time he spends in the black, Simon will always be core. Like he shouldn't be thinking about the doctor, much less touching him. But then again, when did he ever care about what he should be doing?
Instead he probes the seam of Simon's lips with the tip of his tongue before pushing past and finding the doctor's own tongue. He forces Simon's tongue to respond to his, the two organs sliding against each other over and over again until Simon is panting under him and gripping his shoulder so tightly Mal's pretty sure he'll have bruises. He breaks the kiss after a few minutes, chuckling when Simon falls back against his pillow.
He's completely overwhelmed. He's never felt anything like this. He never knew he could feel this much. He always thought that because of his vast intelligence, that he would never be a very physical creature. But Mal has him panting like an animal and writhing on his bed like he's in heat. And before he can force his eyes open to see what Mal's planning next, he's arching off his bed as sharp teeth nip his neck. He automatically tilts his head, baring his throat for whatever Mal wants to do to him.
Mal nips Simon's pale, soft skin, his teeth grasping firmly of the doctor's skin and tugging, his cock jumping when Simon groans. He wants to dominate this man. Wants to make Simon his in everyway possible so that twenty years from now, Simon will still feel him. The doctor's button up shirt because a burden, one his rips open, baring the Simon's pale, chiseled chest to his hungry eyes. He's never felt lust like this; never wanted anybody the way he wants Simon.
Simon whimpers when Mal twists his nipple, little shocks of pleasure/pain shooting from the nub straight to the place between his thighs where he's harder than steel. And then he's moaning, Mal's teeth worrying the hard nub of his right nipple while the captain's rough fingers abuse his left. He wants…something so bad he can't stand it but doesn't know what. His sensibilities balk at the idea of the captain fucking him while his cock jumps in excitement at that idea. In fact, he can picture it clearly in his head, his face buried in his pillow, ass high in the air, as Mal fucks him ruthlessly. He moans loudly at the idea.
Mal pulls away from Simon's chest, smirking in satisfaction at the small bruises that cover Simon's pale chest, bruises from his mouth and fingers. He walks his fingers down Simon's clearly defined abs as he leans up to kiss the doctor's panting lips.
"Mal.." Simon pleads, suckling greedily on Mal's bottom lip.
Mal growls and thrusts his tongue into the younger man's mouth while his fingers move to unclasp the belt around Simon's waist. With nothing more than a flick of his fingers and a shove of his hands, he has Simon's leaking erection out of his pants and in the palm of his hand.
"Wuh de tyen ." Simon whimpers, his hips bucking erratically in Mal's calloused hand. "Mal, please."
"Please what?" Mal growls, tugging harshly on Simon's swollen upper lip with his teeth. "You have to say it."
"Please." Simon begs, his body shaking with lust, lust he's not used to experiencing. His whole body feels on fire, pain making tears fill his eyes.
Mal places a delicate, chaste kiss on Simon's lips before disappearing from the doctor's side and reappearing between his legs. He pulls Simon's pants the rest of the way off, tossing them carelessly to the side before pushing Simon's legs apart so he can fit between them. He wants to fuck Simon, right now, so hard that the doctor cums screaming over and over again and can't move tomorrow but he pushes that dark desire away for another time. "Please what?"
Simon whimpers helplessly.
Mal wraps his hand around the base of Simon's rock-hard cock and leans down to blow hot air on the tip of Simon's cock.
Simon screeches, his hips bucking towards Mal desperately.
"You gotta say it, xin gan." Mal says.
Simon forces his eyes open and pushes up far enough on his hands that he's looking down his body to where Mal is nestled between his wantonly spread thighs. He waits until Mal looks up before responding, his voice so thick with lust that he doesn't recognize it. "Make me cum, Mal, make me scream."
Mal swallows heavily against the wave of lust to pours over his body, Simon's words turning him on more than anything. The hand wrapped around Simon's base drops to cup the doctor's balls while his mouth descends.
Simon falls back on his pillow, whimpers and keens escaping his throat as Mal ruthlessly sucks his cock. He's never felt anything like Mal's mouth around his cock, the captain's tongue and teeth creating a whirlwind of sensation he couldn't describe if he wanted to. All he knows is within a few moments, he thrashing on his bed, his hips rocking into Mal's mouth chaotically. He feels his balls start to throb, the globes still being rolled by Mal's rough palm, and bites his lip, afraid he really will scream.
It doesn't help though. Because right when he feels his balls tighten, signifying his orgasm, Mal pushes the tip of one finger inside his ass, a place never trespassed by anyone.
He screams Mal's name as he cums harder than he ever has.
Mal swallows Simon's semen the best he can between chuckles, the doctor's scream so loud there's no way the rest of the crew didn't hear it. He just hopes little River is as good of a reader as she's supposed to be and keeps everyone from tearing down here to rescue the poor doctor. He unfolds himself from between Simon's legs, his body protesting the position he put himself in, and crawls up the bed to lie beside Simon. He still wants to fuck the doctor and he will, but not tonight. Simon ain't near ready for that.
Simon opens his eyes after what feels like years, a sappy, sated smile on his lips as he turns his head to find Mal. And there's that look again, a look he's never seen Mal bestow on anyone until now. But under that look is pain and Simon knows why. He closes the few inches between their lips and kisses Mal, gently thrusting his tongue inside the captain's mouth.
Mal groans against Simon's lips, his body wrung so tight that these kisses might push him over the edge. Then he feels it; Simon's smooth, gentle and warm hand against his belly. Pulling his shirt out of his pants before unbuttoning his pants. He doesn't stop the doctor, instead just continues to mate his tongue with Simon's.
Simon wraps his hand around Mal's hard cock, weighing it in the palm of his hand. Now he's doubly unsure about having Mal inside him, after feeling the other man's girth for himself. Needless to say, if they ever progress to that stage, a whole lot of lubricate will be necessary. He wishes he had some now, knowing the hand job would be easier and probably feel better if he did. Then he remembers the wetness coating his thighs and pelvic, the semen Mal didn't catch.
Mal groans his objection when Simon moves his sweet, warm hand off his swollen cock and then moans his appreciation when Simon regrips him, this time his hand warm with some liquid. It takes him a minute to figure out that it's the doctor's own semen coating his hand, pumping his cock mercilessly.
Simon works his hand over Mal's body, using the captain's grunts and groans as indicators to what the captain enjoys. He moves his other hand down to cup Mal's balls, rolling the globes like Mal did his own earlier while his hand never stops its movements, and his tongue never stops dueling with Mal's.
Mal bucks into Simon's hands when he cums, the doctor's name following off his tongue in a low, deep felt groan.
Simon gasps as Mal's hot semen hits his bare belly but continues to fondle the orgasming captain, his mouth sucking on Mal's tongue like a baby to a bottle.
Mal breaks the kiss a few minutes after his orgasm is over and tenderly kisses Simon's forehead.
"Mal?" Simon questions when Mal stands up.
"Shh." Mal strips off his clothes, using his shirt to wipe the cooling cum off Simon's body, before tossing it into the corner of Simon's room. Unashamed of his nudity, he walks over to turn off the light before crawling back in Simon's bed. He grabs the blanket off the chair beside the bed and covers them with it.
Simon cuddles into Mal's bulk, shocked by the captain's behavior. But he doesn't question it. Instead, he basks in it.
Mal wraps a possessive arms around Simon's body and finally gives into the weariness of his body.
They're asleep within moments, still cocooned in each other and nothing else.
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Xin gan-darling/sweetheart
Wuh de tyen-dear God in heaven