A.N.: Have fun with this one, its a sequel to the "Makin' it Interestin'" fic I wrote way back when. Hope you like =) And please leave comments!

"A while yet" had come and gone, and still Mal kept Simon bound to the bedposts as they embraced. The younger man was getting exhausted, half from the exertion he was putting forth into their kisses and half from the exertion of trying to do more, trying to get out of the handcuffs. Mal was enjoying watching him squirm, thoroughly enjoying torturing him like this. Simon had given up asking when he was to be let free, but still he struggled, wanting to release some of his passion back to Mal. Finally after a long time Mal pulled away, both he and the doctor in nothing but their drawers, both sweating, but Simon doubly so. Mal lingered beside him for a moment, catching his breath, and then got up and walked to a drawer, from which he pulled two small bottles. Simon watched him, pulling his arms automatically. "What is that?" the doctor asked, as Mal returned to his side. "This," started Mal, setting one bottle aside and uncapping the other. "is what's going to get us some more fun." he told Simon, straddling him again. Simon helplessly watched as Mal tipped the bottle over Simon's chest and slippery oil splashed onto his skin, making him gasp. Mal hurriedly put the bottle aside and smoothed the oil over his skin so it wouldn't drip onto the bed. A sweet, syrupy scent filled his nostrils and he inhaled deeply, feeling himself relax. "Scented oil." he said contentedly, shivering as a droplet ran down his chest. Mal smiled and began working the oil into Simon's chest, massaging him firmly, watching the doctor's shimmering skin as it moved around with his hands. Simon closed his eyes and relaxed, leaning his head back against the pillow behind him, moaning contently every once in a while as Mal‘s roving hands relaxed him utterly. Mal's hands left no spot on his torso untouched; all over Simon's firm stomach, over his chest, over his shoulders. Simon was so relaxed he thought he could fall happily asleep any moment, aside from the fact that his hands were stuck above his head. Eventually Mal's hands stopped massaging, and Simon lazily opened his eyes as the captain leaned forward, reaching past him for the other bottle. Simon watched him quietly, still completely relaxed as Mal uncapped the bottle and sniffed it thoughtfully. Shrugging, the captain tipped some of the oil again onto the middle of Simon's chest, and the doctor's senses were awakened with a jolt as the strong, spicy scent of cinnamon attacked them. Simon's skin tingled as the captain began to work this new scent into his flesh, leaving him with an almost burning feeling. As Mal's strong hands firmly massaged Simon's chest, Simon could feel his heart beating faster and faster, pulsing excitement through his veins, the strong scent of the cinnamon making his brain fuzzy. Mal chuckled as he felt Simon's arousal on the side of his leg where he was straddling the younger man, and continued his ministrations, moving downwards to Simon's abs, where he prodded and kneaded, prompting moans from Simon with nearly every stroke, as though Mal was forcing more of the intoxicating feeling into him. Mal himself was feeling more excited, the spicy tang of the oil filling his head every time he inhaled. The skin of his hands were getting warmer and warmer from the oil and from the friction of rubbing Simon's skin, and Mal could only imagine the agony he was putting the doctor through. Indeed, the longer Mal massaged Simon's chest, the more the doctor writhed and tried to pull away from the handcuffs, leaving pink rings around his wrists from the effort. Soon Mal felt his own arousal and decided he had tortured the doctor long enough. With a final sweep of his hands, he massaged Simon's chest once more, admired his skin, shining with the oil, and lay over him, feeling the slightly slick layer over Simon's skin sink into his own. The doctor was breathing heavily, and gladly nuzzled his face against Mal's as Mal leaned over him, kissing his neck roughly before moving to his mouth and passionately embracing him, both men moaning and gasping for breath in the millisecond gaps between kisses. "Mal.. let me... go.." Simon begged in between the meeting of their lips and tongues, desperate to get some form of control back. To his surprise, Mal groped off to the side, came up with the key, and began to unlock the handcuffs, trying to kiss Simon at the same time. It was slow work, trying to kiss someone and unlock two sets of handcuffs, but eventually Mal got it done and Simon momentarily rubbed his wrists, before wrapping his arms around Mal as they began to embrace again. Simon tried to flip Mal over onto his back, but the bed wasn't wide enough, and the doctor and captain both fell to the floor with a loud thump and a groan from Mal as Simon landed on top of him. "Ow... Doc... Kindly.. remove.. your knee.. from my-- Ah, thank you..." gasped Mal in relief as Simon untangled himself from the older man. Simon suddenly had an idea. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" asked Simon, trying to catch his breath. Mal nodded with a slight wince as he moved his legs, his more precious parts twinging. "Oh.. well... let me help fix that..." Simon said in a would-be innocent voice, as he slipped his hands up Mal's legs. Mal's eyes widened as Simon took hold of the bottom of the captain's boxers and began tugging until they were clean off of him, leaving him completely exposed. Simon cast his eyes around for the massage oil and found it, grabbed it and began to uncap the bottle, intending for some well placed payback.

The next day, the crew with rooms on either side of Mal's were trying not to laugh every time they saw the captain or the doctor, whereas Kaylee, whom Simon still had an on and off thing going with, inquired to Simon why he smelled like a mixture of almonds and cinnamon, to which Simon stuttered that he‘d been visiting Inara, and she‘d had those scents of incense burning. It was only Inara, who, the next time she went for an appointment, and found that she was missing two bottles of massage oil, guessed what really happened that night. She divulged this to no one, but that same night, she left a note on a bottle of sandalwood oil, saying "Try this one-- You'll like it."