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Disclaimer: Nothing of Firefly belongs to me; No copyright infringement intended. This is not for profit. Graphic sex between men. Don't like, don't read please. Post-BDM.

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Disclaimer: Nothing of Firefly belongs to me; this is not for profit. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: graphic sex between men. Don't like, don't read. May contain spoilers; Post-BDM.
A/N: It’s sort of like two for the price of one. Depending on your ship/OTP preference you can either skip the 2^nd chapter or the 3^rd chapter; or you can indulge in both pairings. Feel free ...
Mal x Simon (ch2) and/or Jayne x Simon (ch3)

Chapter 1 – The Coin Toss
Simon should have asked. His body’s burning up and he feels just on the edge between tipsy and drunk. Mal and Jayne are running in between buildings and up alleyways with Simon thrown over Jayne’s shoulder like sack of potatoes. He’s starting to feel nauseous hanging partially upside down and his lower body is torturing him being rubbed against Jayne’s firm chest. But who could blame him if he lets out a low moan? The thin sheet wrapped around him is not for comfort, but a stopgap for the clothes of his they couldn’t find. He’s barely holding on to consciousness when Mal says, “This house is empty; we’ll hole up here until it clears out enough to get back to the ship.” He hears Jayne grunt in acknowledgement. The last thing he thinks before blacking out is, “I really should have asked who the client was.”

8 hours earlier
“Well Captain Reynolds, all that is left is for you to do is deliver the item and receive your payment. Are you available to meet later this evening at my townhouse?”
“Well councilman, that is mighty fine of you to be so prompt, we’ll be seeing you then.”
“Just one moment if you don’t mind, I hear you have an excellent doctor aboard your ship and I would be extremely grateful if you brought him along. My son needs a check up and these outer planet doctors are so rough. Regretfully, my personal doctor has not been able to join us yet. I would certainly make it worth your while in medical supplies.”
“I’m sure our doc wouldn’t mind checkin’ him over. Might actually enjoy dealing with civilized folks for a spell.” Mal smiled as the councilman nodded and the screen went blank. It had been an easy job and loaning the doc out for a chance at quality supplies was nothing to sniff at. Turning in his chair he shouted, “Simon, Jayne get up here!”
Simon can hear Mal yell his name all the way down the hall. Making sure everything in the infirmary was in order; he travelled up to the bridge narrowly avoiding Jayne as the big man barrelled through the hallway. Jayne looked at him oddly as he sidestepped. “What?”
“Nuthin’ doc, you just be watchin’ where you’re goin’ or one of these day I might smash ya into the wall”
Simon refused to rise to the bait and simply walked around Jayne up to where the captain was sitting. Mal raised an eyebrow at the encounter, a bit intrigued at Jayne’s smirk directed at the doc. “Doc, we’re going planet side to collect our payment and I need you to be coming with us. The client says he needs you to give his kid a check-up, even offered meds in exchange for the service.”

Looking the kid over had been easy and Simon wondered why it was even necessary. Despite the unfortunate circumstance of having lost his tongue to a childhood fever the kid had been the picture of health. One of the house attendants escorted him to where Mal and Jayne were talking to their client. A familiar voice greeted him as he walked in and he froze in alarm.
“Ah, doctor, nice of you to join us. I trust everything went well?”
“Councilman Demora, how ... interesting it is to see you again. Your patient is fine.” Mal looked over and frowned at the amount of frost in Simon’s tone. “I trust you won’t be needing our services any further and we really must be going.” Turning towards Mal and Jayne, Simon muttered, “He has paid you already, right?”
Mal’s expression was thunderously angry, “Yes, but what in the –”
The councilman stood up from behind his desk and stepped forward, “Captain Reynolds, forgive me for interrupting, but I think the young Mister Tam here didn’t realize you were meeting with me or he would have never had come.”
Simon hissed, “Did the council finally found out how depraved you are and kick you off of Osiris? They couldn’t just get rid of you with all that money and influence so they stuck you out here and swept it under the rug! So who was that kid, another one of your playthings?” Mal’s head whipped around to stare at Simon. Jayne tensed, his hand moving over to his gun as the councilman’s bodyguard shifted in his place behind the politician.
The councilman grinned evilly, “Oh, Simon, Simon, Simon. Why do you think I asked your good captain to bring you along? Seeing you in marketplace with the rest of his crew was a delight beyond measure. You look well. I dare say you look as appealing as you did before you disappeared. Now that you don’t have the trappings of our civilized society to protect you, I think I just might see if you do any of my old fantasies justice.”
Mal wasn’t stupid and he concluded it was time for them to hightail it out of there. He could see the unrestrained revulsion on Simon’s face, grabbing the young man’s wrist he started towards the door. They stopped as it swung open and several of the councilman’s guards piled in. “Captain Reynolds, I will not need your services any longer. You and your mercenary friend may leave peacefully with your payment and your supplies as long as the doctor says here to entertain me. I’ll even be generous enough to give him back after I have utilized his ‘services’ as he so aptly put it.”
The next couple moments passed in a blur for Mal. Jayne snarled like a wild animal and surprised him by opening fire on the guards. His hand tightened on Simon’s wrist as a weird tug of war erupted between him and the councilman’s bodyguard. He was tackled from behind and he watched in horror as his hand broke free and he lost hold of Simon. The councilman leapt forward and plunged a needle into Simon’s shoulder. The doc collapsed and was dragged out a door that had slid open behind the councilman’s desk. The fight progressed for several moments as Mal desperately tried to open the door and fight off guards at the same time. It came to an end as abruptly as it started. From across the room Jayne yelled, “Gorramnit! They’ve locked us in!”
Mal picked his way over as the mercenary banged at the door in frustration. “Jayne! Hold up. I think we can get it open if we ram it together. Help me get these bodies out of the way.” They cleared a path to the door pulling the dead guards to the side. After a few hits the door busted open and Mal pulled up short, his pistol dropped down as no one greeted them on the other side. Looking back and forth he cursed, “Cào! How many rooms does this place have?”
“We don’t have the ruttin’ time ta check each one o’ ‘im” Jayne muttered. “Someone ‘round here’s gotta know where they took ‘im.” Out of the corner of his eye he sees a bunch of servants run down the hall. The mercenary took off down the hallway chasing after anyone that he could beat the information out of. It doesn’t take him long to frighten one of the maids into revealing that Simon’s probably in the councilman’s private rooms, which only happen to be in the farthest wing of the townhouse away from where they currently were.

Simon’s world was a mess of blurred images as he struggled vainly to remove the hands on him. After being pulled from Mal all he could remember was a sharp pain in his neck. Below him he can feel the soft texture of sheets and suddenly knows that he’s on a bed. He recoils in disgust as he remembers why, and has a moment of stark terror when he realises he is naked. The hands on him are brutally holding him in place, and he thrashed about violently as he felt rope being tied around his wrists. He’s not gagged but his mouth is thick and tastes sickly sweet.
The ties on his wrist are tight but he felt them give a little every time he yanked. “Now Simon, please be a good boy. I think maybe a little more of this should help you out. You! Get a hold of his legs!” A cup is pressed to his lips and he fought back even more frantically as his mind identified the concoction being forced upon him. The councilman’s hand tightened over his throat as he resisted. Spitting out the noxious liquid, Simon yelled at the top of his lungs. He knows Mal and Jayne have to be looking for him. Lucky as they can be, Mal hears Simon’s shouts as they pass, and he and Jayne bust through the door with little effort. Simon is putting up a hell of a fight despite being bound to the bed. They can see the councilman kneeling over him forcing a cup to his lips as a young boy tries to grab a hold of Simon’s flailing legs. Mal wasted no time at all putting a bullet through the councilman’s head. Jayne got busy untying Simon as Mal trained his gun on the young boy.
“Mal.”
“What Jayne?”
“Somethin’ wrong with ‘im.”
Mal walked over to the bed. Simon was flushed and breathing hard; Mal could tell it wasn’t from the struggles earlier. His skin was covered in sweat and his eyes wild and unfocused. He was also very aroused. Tossing the corner of the sheet over Simon’s nakedness, Mal turned to the kid and barked, “What did you give him?” The kid squeaked and shook his head.
A hoarse voice interrupted him, “Mal, his tongue has been cut out.” Mal turned back to the bed. He could see Simon was struggling to stay coherent. “I think they gave me V.”
“Tā mā de!” Jayne cursed.
Mal nodded. Valcorin or “V” as it was known on the streets was known for its euphoric effects and its ability to make a person crave sex. It was usually given to unwilling concubines or barter brides. The drug was especially dangerous because the chemical compounds only reacted to certain hormones. If the victim didn’t reach sexual gratification with another person within a few hours after ingesting it, their body would begin to shut down and they would die.
Mal searched around the room looking for Simon’s clothes, huffing slightly when he didn’t see them. “Janye, wrap him up in the sheets, we have to get out of here now!”

Mal was grateful for the communication terminal built into office of the house they had broken into. Surprisingly enough, it had its own power source and exclusive signal. They could contact Serenity without risking the use of public channels. Mal flipped on the screen and was both relieved and aggravated that River’s face popped up. Before he could even say anything River sing songed, “Simon’s at a royal party and they forgot to invite you.” He watched as her face grew distressed. “Mal, we can’t attend either. The palace guards are at the gate.”
Mal frowned, he had gotten used to River’s roundabout way of explaining things. Serenity would show up like beacon trying to land but maybe a shuttle could get through. “River, get Kaylee for me.” Moments later Kaylee showed up and the captain prepared himself to ask something he’d never thought he’d say to a member of his crew.
“Hey, cap’n. River says there’s something wrong with Simon and you need my help?”
“Kaylee, we ran into a problem and Simon’s been dosed with a good amount of V. Do you think you can hightail it down here and help him out?”
Mal watched as Kaylee’s face blushed three shades of red. “Oh no! Inara went to visit the next planet over after she dropped you off and the spare shuttle’s under repair. It’s going to take me at least a day to get it fixed.” She paused, her eyes looking away from him, “plus I’m not sure I can help him.”
“What you mean you can’t help him? I though you two were – ” he trailed off seeing her discomfited expression.
He certainly wasn’t prepared for what she said next. “Oh cap’n, Simon and I haven’t been like that for a while now. We tried ta make it work but we’re just friends now. He ...” she hesitated looking for the right words, “He figured out he can’t feel that way for girls.”
Mal hadn’t noticed Jayne had come to stand opposite him in the small room. “Cào! Ya mean the doc’s sly? Well ain’t that a surprise! Mal, ya sure can’t we just take ‘im somewhere?”
“No Jayne! The whole gorramn planet’s got to be on the lookout for us. One of us ‘ill have ta to do it.” Mal’s tone betrayed a certain amount of trepidation at the idea.
Jayne stepped back, and in a rare moment of sensitivity asked, “Well don’t ya think ya might wanna ask ’im first. I don’t think he’d take kindly ta either of us just decidin’ that for ‘im.”
Mal didn’t have time to contemplate the embarrassed expression on Jayne’s face. Walking across the hall to the bedroom where they had placed him he glared down at the young doctor. “Why does everything with you have to be so gorramn difficult?”
His anger turned to concern as Simon moaned in pain. He’d been drifting in and out of consciousness since they escaped. His eyes came open and Mal had to lean closer to him as he said, “Don’t worry about me, if we can get back to the ship, I think I can fix this.”
Mal looked back at Jayne, who shook his head, “I ain’t tellin’ ‘im.”
The captain took a deep breath and watched as Simon’s eyes grew impossibly wider as he explained the predicament they were in. Simon’s head fell back against the pillow as he laughed brokenly. “Well I guess I got found out.” He frowned, “I understand Mal. Just promise me you’ll keep River safe. You don’t have to do that for me.”
“Nĭ shăguā! You know as well as I do that ain’t gonna happen. The only reason I came to discuss this with you is cause for some strange reason Jayne wanted to make sure ya was okay with it. I don’t give a damn about your dying wishes. I just wanna know if ya have a preference on who does the deed.”
The look of shock on Simon’s face was truly a sight to see. Even in his delirious state he couldn’t believe the conversation they were having. Biting his lip as a wave of pain wracked his body he looked at Mal then Jayne. Mal was frowning, his face a mask of determination. Surprisingly, Jayne was looking at Simon with a great deal of concern and a healthy dose of panic. Simon bared his teeth in a parody of a smile, “Two unwilling suitors, I’m a very lucky man.” He ground out, “I’m not going to choose between the two of you. Decide for yourselves.”
Mal could have killed him right there, instead he turned to Jayne. “We’ll let chance decide this.” Mal dug into his pocket. Bringing out a tarnished coin he flipped it into the air and slammed it into the bedside table.
“Call it”

tbc
I wonder where I’d be if Mal had let it fall to the ground and it ended up on its edge?
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