A/N: Sorry this took so long! I've been busy with real life stuff. Enjoy!

Part II

It feels good, Jayne thinks, to have his own little whore on board the ship, especially such a good looking one as Simon Tam. He likes the way Simon looks, continually flinching away from him and Mal, like he's afraid they'll hit him again. The way he always drops his eyes just after finishing a sentence, oh yes the doc knows his place sure enough.

It's going to be hard to keep fooling him though. Because however much Jayne sneers at Simon, he has to admit, the kid is sharp. Too sharp. It won't take him long to realize that Jayne Cobb has about as much influence over Mal's decisions as he does over gravity. And Jayne needs some other way to attach the doc to him, he wants to keep his pretty soft-skinned rich whore, who sobs and struggles so nicely.

There's something else he wants to try as well, he wants to treat his slut properly, not just a mouth-fuck, he wants some proper action. He's stayed off it so far, he doesn't want to terrify the kid and send him running off to Mal, but thinking about it, he figures there's a way to solve both problems at the same time, as it were. He doesn't know much about mind games, he can't beat the doc on gorram smarts, but he figures that threatening, that's something he's good at. Get the kid scared of what he might do, and then give him a touch of what he can do.

So he signals to Simon at breakfast. It's a simple signal, he just drops his hand onto the doc's thigh and drums his fingers sideways, like you do on a chair when you're bored. And Simon tenses right up, it almost gets Jayne hard when he sees that hopeless helpless look fall onto Simons face.

It's a simple signal. It means that this evening, Simon will creep out of his bed and shiver his way over to Jayne's room. To Jayne it means a night of shoving the doc around, teaching him who's boss, and getting a nice hard fuck out of it. To Simon it means another evening of being forced into whatever Jayne wants, swallowing his pride and trying to hide the growing swell in his trousers that he feels every time. He has no idea what Jayne would do if he realised that Simon was getting off on the whole thing but he has no intention of finding out.

He comes over that night, knocking gently on the door before he pushes it open. Jayne is sitting on the bed, still in his slacks, legs apart, his elbows resting on his knees. He looks like he's thinking about something, but he straightens up quick when Simon comes in, eyes lowered, and quietly sits in front of him.

Jayne takes a deep breath, "Now, you know why you're here, huh?"

Simon nods.

"Why?"

"To...service you?" Simon has a semi-sarcastic ghost of a smile on that Jayne is just itching to slap away, but he can't, not yet, needs to get things straight first.

"I mean... you know what'll happen if you don't, yeah?"

"You'll get me and River thrown off the ship." Simon says, and frowns slightly when he says it, because he's noticed enough about Mal by now to know that the man doesn't tend to let other people make up his mind for him. He wonders why Jayne's so certain about the fact that he can sway Mal's thinking.

"That's not all you need to worry about." Jayne smirks. He's quite proud of that sentence. It implies further threats without diminishing the power of the first.

"What?" Simon can't work out what the hell's going on, or why they're even having this conversation. He just wants to get Jayne's cock in his mouth and get it over with.

For River, obviously. He needs to protect his sister.

"See you might be thinking, in that pretty little head of yours, that maybe you could convince Mal you're useful enough to keep. Or maybe you'll be thinking that even if he does decide to drop you, you'll have a few days without Jayne grabbing at you before you get dropped off."

Simon frowns and Jayne continues fast, not wanting the kid to start properly pondering things.

"Thing is, I've been easy on you so far. Treated you nicely." He idly backhands Simon for the incredulous look he gets for that sentence. "You ever seen the whores lining out at the docks on the rim-worlds? They'll show you what a tough time is, and if you try to push things any, so will I."

Simon gently wipes the blood off his lip, being careful not to stain his shirt, "I...think I understand. You're worried you might not be able to make good on your promise to throw me out, so you're threatening me." He bit the side of his lip nervously. It had been worth saying just to get Jayne's fish-out-of-water look, but he had a feeling he was going to suffer for that one.

Jayne gaped for a minute, pissed off at being so easily read. He gave a small snarl of frustration then decided, as Simon flinched back from it, that this was the best way to do things. No fancy talk, just straight out what was meant. Simon tells Mal, Jayne hurts Simon. Straight talk. His talk.

"Yeah." He says, then stands up grabs Simon by the hair and drags his torso over the bed, slapping him down when the boy tries to push himself back up. Simon gives a small surprised squeak of protest, then gulps as Jayne's hands push themselves under his shirt, rough calloused fingers snagging against his skin.

"What the hell's this shirt made of?"

"Silk." Simon whispers, squeezing his eyes shut because he's not stupid, and he knows there only one reason Jayne would want him in this position and most of him is dreading it.

"Who the hell wears gorram silk." Jayne rips it off him, finding it quite appropriate that he's just broken the smart fancy thing, like he'll break Simon, ripped up, tattered. He pushes his hands downwards, sneaking them over Simon's trousers and giving a quick squeeze. "Well?"

"Uh..." Simon squirms, then gives a gasp as Jayne slaps him muttering "Keep still." "Um, well, I do."

He's grateful that Jayne looses interest in talking early on, he's never sure what to say, or how to phrase things, and while he quite enjoys Jayne's roughness, he has no desire to be punched again, it hurts and visible bruises always make Mal suspicious. Jayne's hands run all over him, taking him, owning him, and his hands fist into the sheets beneath him, they smell of Jayne and he feels his body reacting and part of him wishes it wouldn't.

That part is getting smaller and smaller as Jayne fumbles at his belt, and Simon buckles as Jayne's hand inadvertently runs over the hardness in his trousers. Jayne growls at him and knocks a fist into the side of his head "Keep gorram still doc." and Simon's eyes snap open in horror as his trousers and underwear pool around his knees and he's open, exposed in front of the mercenary.

Jayne takes a bit of a step back to enjoy the view and doesn't his little doctor-whore look nice. All spread out and ready for taking. He can't resist it, he swings his hand down and he doesn't think it's too hard but Simon gives a shriek and there's suddenly a nice pink mark which Jayne reckons suits his little slut mighty fine.

He strokes Simon's skin for a bit, down his back, beneath to his nipples, the calluses on his palms catching everywhere and Simon's wriggling again and even moaning and that makes him hard, the pompous doctor moaning for him. He runs his fingers down, finds the little hole that's waiting and gives a small push with a finger.

Simon arches again with a whimper and half a scream. And Jayne thinks hell this is gonna be a long night, there's no way he's gonna be able to stretch the kid enough for Jayne Junior. And Simon seems to have realised this as well, because he's got that adorable look on where his eyes are desperately pleading but his voice won't dare.

So Jayne spits on his fingers and gets to work. It takes a while, but he's got all the time in the world. Simon scrunches his eyes again and tries to just cope with it, but his brain is crying and his body is so eager. It feels odd, and weird, and invasive but somehow good, so good. Jayne stops occasionally, to run a hand down his back, or slap a streak across his arse or sometimes just give a grin and ask his whore if he's enjoying this.

Simon just gives a small moan when he asks, and then clenches his hands against the mattress because every time Jayne asks that he follows it with a harder shove. And then Simon gives a wail when Jayne puts a second finger in, moving it around inside, pulling him open preparing him for something he knows is worse.

Jayne is getting rock hard on the knowledge that he's gonna be using this fragile breakable thing in a minute, he wants to watch Simon fall apart in front of him, ripped into a thousand pieces. The boy is so rutting tight it's unbelievable and it makes Jayne frown and wonder.

"Hey, doc?"

Simon gives a gasped "Yes?" wondering what the hell's going on.

Jayne scissors the fingers inside him and he collapses down onto the bed, desperately scrabbling at the sheets for any comfort they give, trying to block everything out, especially the tight heat in his own trousers. "Doc, you a virgin?"

Simon's reply is lost as Jayne pushes deeper, shoving the boys hips up to give him better access, "Anything but me been here before?"

Simon manages to groan a muffled " You're the first." Before Jayne shoves a third finger in and then he does break, snapping apart like Jayne was waiting for, tears flowing hotly down, hanging limp, held up by Jayne's hands and the heat in his trousers which is begging him to push backwards to moan instead of cry, to break all Jayne's rules and then let the man use him for anything, everything.

Jayne lays him gently back down onto the bed and then takes a step back, unbuckling his own belt and admiring the beautiful destructive carnage he's just made. "Now you ain't ready for this doc, hell you ain't ever gonna be ready but just you think on how much worse it could be if you ever go running to Mal."

He can't even tell if Simon is listening, he's just lying there sniffling and sobbing but oh, yes there, he's nodding and crying and saying in that soft gorram posh voice of his "Yes Jayne."

And oh that turns him on so bad he almost forgets to spit on his hand first, but he does, don't want the doctor messed up to bad after all, could be awfully difficult getting him fixed up. He leans forward and just pushes in slow as he can manage without going mad (which thinking on it, isn't actually all that slow). And Simon makes a weird high pitched squeaking sort of sound, sounds like a kitten being strangled, and Jayne pushes as far in as he can before pulling out and now Simon's sounds are all incoherent and he sounds like he's trying to get words in there. Jayne pushes in again, its so gorram good he doesn't even snarl at Simon for talking, it's been years since he's had a virgin. He pushes in a bit too hard at that thought and Simon gives a cry and suddenly there's a bit more lubrication down there and Jayne hopes to hell he hasn't actually caused any major injury, but Simon seems fine.

He wonders if the kid realises that buckling his hips like that is actually making it worse; pushing Jayne further in. And then he catches a couple of the words coming out all garbled and the doctor is still saying "Yes Jayne, oh yes, please, please." And it's the please that really gets him, even though he's sure at this time Simon is probably pleading him to stop he half doesn't care, just reaches down and licks a swipe at the boys ear with his tongue.

At that Simon shoves his hips right back and Jayne gives a moan. Well if the kids gonna tease like that he deserves anything coming to him. He grabs Simon's hips, almost lifting him right off the bed, and shoves them back and forth, fucking himself almost raw on that gorgeous tight unused opening.

Heh, not half as raw as the doc's gonna be.

Simon screams, then gives a long wanton moan that sets fireworks off in the pit of Jayne's stomach. Simon isn't thinking any more, there's just the heat and the presence of Jayne all everywhere and the pain inside him which feels so fucking good that he can't help but want more and suddenly he's screaming it "more, oh god Jayne, please, yes, more."

Jayne obliges, he's growling something Simon can't hear properly "Should've known you really were a slut doc. You've been begging for this since the day you first came aboard." And suddenly there's fierce swats working their way down the back of his legs, Jayne is strong, it hurts more than anything, but somehow doesn't feel as much as what's happening inside him, it feels like he's burning up in sweet delicious fire.

Jayne picks him up and throws him down onto the bed then rams straight in after. And Simon's moans are howls, he's calling his name, Jayne's name and then Jayne slams into him and comes, straight into his little virgin whore, and that makes Simon come as well, screaming into the pillow, crashing against the mattress and then giving a last final whimper as Jayne collapses on top of him before rolling off.

There's silence for a bit as they both recover. Simon hardly dares to breath. He wonders if he should just quickly pick up his trousers and scoot away before Jayne recovers, except he can't remember how to walk.

The back of his legs hurt. Everything hurts, and now the feeling is going it isn't good hurt either, just painful.

"So." Jayne says, and then pauses because he can't work out what to say next. He rolls over to look at Simon, who gives a nervous swallow and won't meet his eyes, his hair is disheveled and sweaty and hanging all over his face.

He looks terrified, and Jayne decides that it's all worked out OK anyway. So his threatening didn't quite work and the docs as sly as they come but now he's got a secret on Simon and the boy looks completely fucking terrified that he'll give it away.

Jayne looks him up and down, enjoying the way Simon shivers as his eyes roam over his body. With a grunt Jayne rolls over facing away from him and says, "Yeah. You'll do."

"What?" Simon whispers, daring to hope that he might have actually got away with it, that Jayne doesn't mind him enjoying it and still trying to work out whether he minds.

"You get a day off, then be back here the night after tomorrow." Jayne pulls the duvet away from him and shoulders him off the bed; he lands in a surprised heap on the floor. "Now bugger off, I'm trying to sleep.

Simon collects his scattered things and makes a run for it, hoping desperately he won't meet anyone on the way. He's too grateful to have got away with it for his medical mind to protest that he'll need more than a day to recover from this, especially if Jayne's planning the same again.

The thought of that makes him shiver in anticipation.

He can't keep pretending that this is all about River anymore.

A/N: Yes, there is a part three... does anyone want it? (heh heh)

I love used-Simon. I can't get enough of him, seriously. If you know any other used-Simon stories feel free to pimp them in the comments, even your own cuz I like reading them as much as I like writing them.