Desires And Dreams
A Rimmer/Lister FanFiction
Set during Series 6, Episode 1 – Psirens
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Lister hadn't exactly been honest about who he had encountered when he stepped out onto the asteroid to blast Starbug free. The excuse of someone's model-like sister definitely seemed more plausible, and Lister had stuck with it.
Because the truth; well the truth was terrifying. It was his own fault, Lister supposed reluctantly, for when Kryten explained the psirens were there to tempt with a person's most primal desires there was only one conclusion Lister had jumped to. And he didn't like it. Not one bit.
Still it was hardly surprising when, just as he was heading back to the 'Bug, he encountered the psiren version of Rimmer; just the way he had been visiting Lister in his naughty-never-talk-about-dreams.
That is to say the Rimmer who was at home in fishnet tights and suspenders, tight leather stretched across his crotch and the holowhip in his hands.
Ever since meeting their low incarnations, Lister had frequently become very horny at the thought of what lay beneath Rimmer's uptight exterior; what depraved desires were hidden below his insecurities.
In his dreams Lister had allowed – begged – Rimmer to take him as he had threatened. In his dreams there was no need for the whip – Rimmer had been corporal: able to tear at Lister's clothing with his teeth, to slap Lister's arse with the palms of his hands.
But this was not a dream. True, the psiren was hardly Rimmer either, but it was Rimmer's face and Rimmer's body. And this Rimmer was staring at Lister – licking his lips and rubbing his groin openly and suggestively and it would take a better man than Lister to resist him. It. Whatever the smeg.
He pulled the low-not-really-Rimmer into his arms, grabbing handfuls of that too straight hair and crashing their laps together. The connection was delightfully violent, just as Lister had always imagined it to be. And for that split second it didn't matter that it wasn't real – it felt smegging fantastic; Rimmer's tongue hot and thick in his mouth, his crotch grinding up into Lister's thigh.
If he was going to die then this was the way to do it. He was pretty sure his brains had turned into easy to suck mush anyway.
And just when he thought he might have died and gone to heaven already – where the smeg had Rimmer learnt that?! – something knocked the extremely sexy psiren out and Lister was faced with Kryten.
Kryten, who kept calling him "Dave."
Damn his subconscious for knowing he needed to be rescued. He'd have to have a serious talk with it later.
