Title: Toy

Fandom: Firefly

Pairing: Mal/Zoe/Wash

Rating: NC17

Archive: Sure, just let me know.

author: nancy

email: the_tenth_muse1@yahoo.com

website: http://www.geocities.com/the_tenth_muse1/

summary: Zoe puts things back in order for Wash and Mal after the events of Bushwacked.

**WARNINGS**: spoilers for Bushwhacked. and okay, it's NC17 for the reason that this is pure and utter sex. not only that, but there's role-playing, something along the lines of b/d but not really, more like control issues (there's probably a word for it, but I can't think of it), and *HET* sex involved, too. both *HET* and slash sex in this one. gotta love a take charge Zoe. she does know what she wants. *big grin* (hope that was clearly labeled enough, don't come crying to me if you get squicked by the *HET* sex. *grin*)

so this is a weird-assed little ficlet that just wouldn't go away. Zoe just stomped me until I wrote it. it was actually inspired by Zoe herself in Bushwacked when she says, "Jayne. You'll scare the women." In the original thought (even more bizarre) Zoe herself was a man. (don't ask, I have NO idea) but then she said to me, "hey, psst, what about this?" and I thought, okay. that's not too, too out there. *grin*

so anyhow, this is the result of that odd conversation. and hey. I never said I was mentally stable or anything. *grin*

all feedback gratefully recieved. :o)

PS- Zoe had a mild hankering for a part 2, but it was kinda wish-washy, so not a necessity. if anyone's interested in seeing Zoe deal with Wash's behavior of War Stories, let me know and I'll see what we can come up with. ;o)

"Jayne. You'll scare the women." - Zoe, Bushwacked.

*

He knew the instant he stepped through the door that tonight was a night for playing. The lights were at half and used candles were lit all over the place. He could smell the musk in the air and knew that she'd already relieved some tension on her own. And really, given everything that had happened, he wasn't the least little bit surprised. The near-imprisonment-near-death-near-reaver-experience had left everyone shaken, himself especially.

Walking further into their quarters, Wash found his matt on the floor by the bed and had to suppress a grin at the Pavlovian twitch in his cock. He was going to get fucked but good tonight, he could just tell.

"On your knees."

Just the way she said it, hardened him. Shivering at the hard, almost cold tone of voice, Wash instantly crossed the room and dropped to his knees.

"Off with the shirt."

Without hesitation, he yanked the shirt off and threw it away.

"Drop the pants."

Hands shaking slightly with need at the continued commands, Wash unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pushing them to the floor, which was as far as they could go in his kneeling position.

"Bend over, Toy."

He shuddered at the caress she made of his play-name and immediately leaned over the bed, widening the space between his legs as much as possible. He felt her long, incredibly strong fingers push rudely inside and gasped in pleasure and need.

"My, we are tense, aren't we? Good thing I have all my toys to play with tonight."

Oh fuck! That only meant one thing. Zoe moved away where he couldn't see or feel him and he nearly moaned in anticipation. It had been a real long time, after all.

"Over here, Sweet. Go kneel behind your playmate."

*Oh, yeah,* Wash thought in ecstasy as he felt Mal kneel behind him, naked body pressed against him so that he could feel the other man's cock riding his cleft. Unable to help himself, Wash pushed back against Mal.

"Stop that right now or you're not going to come at all tonight."

Wash instantly stopped moving, dropping his head, contrite and anxious. The whole point was so they'd relax, right? Forget everything and give up control. She wouldn't really do that, would she?

"Good toy," she purred in his ear.

Jumping in surprise, he hadn't heard her get that close, Wash lifted his head in mute appeal. It was answered with a hard kiss, her hand cupping the back of his head and her tongue dominating and fucking his mouth until he couldn't breathe. He felt Mal's tongue slip along his shoulder blades and nip his skin lightly. Mal's broad, rough hands slid up and down his sides in heavy caresses while Zoe's more slender hands roamed his front, making him feel just like the toy that Zoe called him.

"Move back, Sweet, I want a piece of that ass first."

Wash went dizzy at the lust-filled voice. Mal moved away and light strands of hair trickled against his back as Zoe knelt behind him. The familiar, hard cock his wife liked to use on him drove slowly but firmly into him, stretching him without pause, and he moaned long and low at the sensation. Her mouth sucked against his shoulder as she rocked inside him, driving him wild.

"God, you're so hot, Toy, so hot. Sometimes I wish I really did have a cock just so I could feel you around me like Sweet does. Sometimes, I want to have a cock so I can fuck you raw and then come until I drip outside your hole. Would you like that?"

Wash's body had dropped forward again, over the bed. He couldn't move his legs because of the pants holding him together, so the cock fucking him felt even bigger than it really was. It seemed forever that she drove in and out of him, but then she jerked against him, uttering a few sharp gasps and he knew that she'd come, the cock inside her rubbing against her clit at just the right angle; she was riding him and fucking him all at once. Mouthing his back, Zoe bit him playfully then pulled out, leaving him empty and he mourned the loss of her body, as well as the pole inside him.

"Take him, Sweet. I want to see you fuck my Toy."

Mal silently tugged at the pants that bound Wash's legs together.

"Yes, you can move him."

Mal urged him up and Wash did as he was told, or...well...not told as the case was. Mal never actually spoke during these play-dates, it was part of what he needed. He couldn't talk, or give an order, or make a demand, couldn't do or say anything on his own, except his safe-word, if he needed it.

They made short work of the pants and Wash leaned on the bed, his hands grasping the bedspread, spreading his legs eagerly. Mal's finger, wet with spit, pushed slowly into his ass, making him moan as it moved and twisted around inside him. It found his happy button and he jerked in response.

"Slow down, Sweet, we don't want to overload Toy too quick now, do we?" Zoe murmured, licking just under Wash's ear and provoking yet another shiver.

Mal moved down and Wash nearly jumped out of his skin when a limber tongue replaced the finger. Biting his lip to keep from crying out, Wash's head dropped limply as pleasure coursed through him.

"That's it, Sweet, eat him out good," Zoe urged. She lay sideways on the bed and assaulted Wash's cock, sucking it into her mouth.

Shouting at the twin attack, Wash didn't know which way to move: into his wife's hot mouth or back against Mal's invading tongue.

*Don't come, don't come, don't come,* he thought wildly, even though his balls were tight against him, demanding release. Punishment for coming without permission wasn't something he wanted tonight. He was looking forward to a night-long cuddle-fest once their most recent demons were slayed.

Zoe pulled back and leaned on her elbow, eyeing him critically before saying, "I've changed my mind. Make him come, Sweet. Fuck him hard and make him come."

Not needing the order to be given a second time, Mal spread Wash's ass apart and pushed his cock into the still-tight opening. Hissing at the combination of pleasure and pain, Wash nonetheless pushed back on the rod impaling him. Zoe's mouth returned to its place on his cock. She was sucking him just as ruthlessly as Mal was pumping into him. Back and forth between them, a single, throbbing, unthinking ache, Wash let go of everything: the fear, the worry, the anger, and the impotence of being in the Alliance's grip. It didn't matter how he'd downplayed it in that interrogation, Wash had been taut as a bowstring ready to snap.

There were many sounds in the room: ragged breathing, moaning, the meaty slap of Mal's balls hard against Wash's ass and Zoe's wet sucking of his cock. It became another kind of caress, probably why she always made sure there were no other sounds to distract them.

Mal's tempo was increasing and Wash could feel the come leaking into him, slicking him up real good, and making it easier for Mal to go faster and faster. The moans became words as he urged Mal on, "Harder, harder, God please, fuck me harder, Sweet!"

Slamming now, Mal barely pulled out before driving back in, hands like iron around his hips to keep Wash in place. He bent Wash over to start a humping motion and began triggering the happy button almost every other time. Wash moaned against Zoe's skin, sucking on her hip and bringing up a blood red patch against her dusky skin, as Mal went impossibly harder, giving him the reaming he so desperately needed.

Then Zoe did that thing that always made him come. He could never rightly tell what it was, since generally, he was too far gone to pay attention, but it was something with her tongue. This time wasn't any different, though, and he came hard in her mouth. His teeth broke the skin at just the same time and he sucked at the wound, feeling her guttural moan around his cock as she came, provoking shudders and his ass to flex. Milking Mal's cock with his ass muscles sent the other man over the edge. He humped Wash violently, barely moving as his seed shot inside, his teeth gripping the tendons of Wash's throat, but not breaking the skin.

For a long time, none of them moved, too wiped out to do anything but get their breathing under control. Then, finally, Zoe rolled onto her back and smiled up at Wash. He moved a little and kissed her mouth softly, thanking her without words for giving him exactly what he'd needed. He felt Mal press tiny little kisses over his spine and reached back, his fingers sliding through the thick hair as he brought his playmate in for a deep, wet kiss.

"God, I love watching you two kiss," Zoe murmured. "I could get off on just that, I swear."

Unbelievably, Wash's cock gave a twitch at the suggestion and he flushed, which was, of course, extremely visible on his pale skin.

Zoe chuckled and said, "Like that thought, do you? Maybe next time. You all right Sweet, or do you need another session?"

Mal shook his head, a broad and sated, if sleepy, smile blossoming on his face.

"Good night, Sweet. Let me know when you need to do this again."

Nodding, Mal slowly pulled out from Wash's body, kissing him again on the lips in parting. Before the other man was even all the way out of the room, Wash rolled onto the bed and into his wife's arms, snuggling close. His head rested on her breast and he sucked the nipple lightly in greeting before settling in for the night.

Zoe's hands lightly caressed his back as she kissed his temple and said, "I love you, Wash."

"Love you, too, Zoe."