Rimmer practically threw himself into his double's arms, kissing him back
for all he was worth.
Ace chuckled a bit at the other man's raw eagerness. He wanted to make this good for him. Better than good, actually.
"Come on then," he whispered, beginning a slow, sensuous exploration of the body that was so like his own. Rimmer's hands soon began their own tentative journey over his duplicate's shoulders and neck. Their lips connected and they kissed again.
Ace parted his lips slightly as the kiss continued. He felt his counterpart do the same, and was soon rewarded with the soft touch of the other man's tongue against his. Without breaking the kiss, he trailed his hands over Rimmer's chest, touching and caressing, and occasionally drifting downward to explore below his waist.
He was pleased to feel the technician beginning to respond to his ministrations. That was as it should be. Each of them had to want it as much as the other.
"Oh god," murmured Rimmer, unable to keep himself from pressing back against Ace, against the growing hardness that mirrored his own. "Oh god..."
They stayed that way for a little longer, kissing, and pressed against each other as their hands roamed freely over each others' bodies. Ace knew what he was doing, knew how to make Rimmer want him to go further; and when he felt he was ready, he began to undo the clasps on the other man's jacket.
Rimmer fumbled with his duplicate's flight suit, obviously trying to get it off without ending the kiss. It didn't quite work, so with a whimper of frustration he pulled back, attacking the zips and buckles in a frantic effort to remove it.
"Steady on, not so fast," said Ace softly. "I want to make this last."
Rimmer nodded briefly, and the other man went back to undoing his jacket. Once that was off, the pilot began to strip. Rimmer found that he couldn't look away; it was slow, tantalizing, and seemed to be designed to drive him insane. He practically ripped off the rest of his own clothing -- everything except his boxers -- all while watching Ace.
Once Ace was down to nearly nothing, he smiled at his double. He liked what he saw, and he could tell Rimmer did too -- his lack of experience was more than made up for by his enthusiasm. Ace reached out to him, resting his hands on the technician's hips, then slipped Rimmer's boxers off.
There was a sharp intake of breath at that, and Rimmer shakily reached for what was left of his double's clothes. The undershirt had covered a makeshift bandage, not there for any medical reason but rather to hide the flashes from the power leakage. He avoided this, and instead removed the other man's black silk boxers.
Rimmer couldn't help but stare in fascination. If Ace was that big, then he must be the same...
Ace drew him back into his arms, kissing him deeply and letting their erections slide against each other. Then he grasped Rimmer firmly and began stroking him. Rimmer gasped, thrusting into his counterpart's hand as the pilot maneuvered them both down onto the bunk. Once he was on his back, Rimmer reached for Ace, trying to match the movements of his duplicate's hand. His touch was hesitant at first, but soon became more confident as he found the right rhythm; and with his free arm around Ace's shoulders, he pulled the other man closer and kissed him again.
Ace let his double hold him there for a little while; then he reluctantly left Rimmer's lips, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead, right over the H. After that he began moving down Rimmer's body, licking and nipping at the skin. It was agonizingly slow -- from the chin down to the chest, then further down to his belly button and stomach. Rimmer was practically whimpering when he finally reached his destination.
In one quick motion, he took Rimmer into his mouth, expertly taking him to the back of his throat. The technician looked like he was beyond coherent thought; there was a look of pure ecstasy on his face as he groaned and twisted the sheets in his hands.
Without missing a beat, Ace reached down to the floor and took a small packet of lubricant from his jacket pocket. He'd found that it paid to always carry it with him -- and condoms as well (not that he had to worry about disease or unwanted pregnancy, but the human versions of Ace did, and it helped to maintain the illusion that they were all the same man). He would only be needing the lube today; there could be no barriers between him and the next Ace during the transfer.
He lubed a finger, then teased around the opening of the other man's body. He was still sucking Rimmer's cock and holding its base with his other hand. Rimmer moaned, wordlessly begging him to go further. Once Ace was sure he was ready, he did.
Rimmer's eyes shot open at the new sensation, then he moaned again when the finger brushed something inside him that sent sparks of pleasure through his entire body. Ace was smiling, or rather trying to smile; his mouth was too full to really manage it. He slipped another finger inside and this time Rimmer cried out in delight. He pressed down against Ace's hand, desperately trying to keep the fingers in contact with whatever it was that was shooting fireworks up and down his spine.
"Are you ready, Arn?" the pilot asked, nuzzling him. His voice was low and husky, like he was holding himself back, waiting until his partner was fully prepared.
"Yes, god yes, do it now, please..." he murmured.
"All right, then."
From his spot between Rimmer's legs, Ace slicked his own cock with the lube and withdrew his fingers. He positioned himself, then slowly pushed forward, passing through the virgin-tight ring of muscle into his double.
Rimmer gasped, looking like he was going to cry out again, but no actual sound came out. His eyes were glazed and unfocused, and he was holding onto Ace like he was his sole lifeline to earth. Ace was holding him just as tightly, kissing him and letting his tongue stroke against his partner's. Ace's thrusts were careful, slow, but soon Rimmer was pushing back to meet them, encouraging him to go harder and faster.
Ace could feel his orgasm building, and he could tell Rimmer's was as well. They were fully joined now, body to body, as close as they could physically be. It was time.
Without slowing his pace, the pilot triggered the light bee subroutine that would begin the transfer. Once the program had been activated, he pushed as far into Rimmer as he could, their mouths never breaking contact.
Both holograms flickered, then glowed a bright, bright white. The two men were still locked together, and now new connections were established between them as Ace's light bee began to transmit through the interface. Digital information streamed from one to the other; each man had a sense of moving closer to one another, then into one another. Merging.
For a brief moment, they were one.
Then their mutual climax hit, and the white glow around them exploded into a blinding sphere of light.
"What's that?" Rimmer asked lazily, some time later. They were wrapped around each other, the two identical men, relaxing in the afterglow of both the sex and the transfer.
"Light bee remote," replied Ace, who'd taken the object from his jacket when he took out the lube. It had been sitting on the nightstand, ignored until it was finally needed. "If you can fool your crewmates into thinking you're me, we'll know you're ready." He regarded his duplicate evenly. "Are you ready, Arn?"
Rimmer considered his answer for a moment. "I think so."
"Then stand up."
Rimmer did so, after disentangling himself from his duplicate's loose embrace.
Ace pressed a few of the device's controls, and suddenly Rimmer was in a flight suit identical to the one his counterpart had on earlier that day. While Rimmer was marveling at that, Ace took off his wig and handed it to him -- lamentably, very few versions of Arnold Rimmer had hair that matched the original Ace's, and neither of them was an exception. The pilot watched Rimmer put it on, noting with some satisfaction that his appearance was now identical to Ace's when he'd come aboard Starbug.
Rimmer felt his forehead in wonder. The H was gone.
"Do you really think I can do this?" Rimmer asked hesitantly.
Ace smiled. "I know you can."
"But I don't feel any different."
"Just trust yourself. Trust your instincts. You'll see." Ace gazed at him warmly, but not without a pang of regret. He'd chosen his replacement and trained him, but he would never see the results of his labors. The afternoon's activities had exhausted him. In his weakened state, he couldn't do much more now than lie back on the bed. He knew he had very little time left; but he also knew that even as his own journey was ending, this man's was just beginning.
Even though they were no longer linked, Rimmer seemed to pick up on what he was feeling. "I will," he said solemnly. "I promise I will. I'll make you proud."
"You already have," said Ace. "You were brave enough to take this on."
"Thank you, Ace.'
"No...thank you, Arnie." Thank you for accepting the challenge. Thank you for becoming what was always inside you, what you always could have been. Thank you for not making my death meaningless.
Thank you for all those things he couldn't say, but that Rimmer already knew.
He smiled again. "Now, get out there and convince your friends you're me...Ace."
Ace chuckled a bit at the other man's raw eagerness. He wanted to make this good for him. Better than good, actually.
"Come on then," he whispered, beginning a slow, sensuous exploration of the body that was so like his own. Rimmer's hands soon began their own tentative journey over his duplicate's shoulders and neck. Their lips connected and they kissed again.
Ace parted his lips slightly as the kiss continued. He felt his counterpart do the same, and was soon rewarded with the soft touch of the other man's tongue against his. Without breaking the kiss, he trailed his hands over Rimmer's chest, touching and caressing, and occasionally drifting downward to explore below his waist.
He was pleased to feel the technician beginning to respond to his ministrations. That was as it should be. Each of them had to want it as much as the other.
"Oh god," murmured Rimmer, unable to keep himself from pressing back against Ace, against the growing hardness that mirrored his own. "Oh god..."
They stayed that way for a little longer, kissing, and pressed against each other as their hands roamed freely over each others' bodies. Ace knew what he was doing, knew how to make Rimmer want him to go further; and when he felt he was ready, he began to undo the clasps on the other man's jacket.
Rimmer fumbled with his duplicate's flight suit, obviously trying to get it off without ending the kiss. It didn't quite work, so with a whimper of frustration he pulled back, attacking the zips and buckles in a frantic effort to remove it.
"Steady on, not so fast," said Ace softly. "I want to make this last."
Rimmer nodded briefly, and the other man went back to undoing his jacket. Once that was off, the pilot began to strip. Rimmer found that he couldn't look away; it was slow, tantalizing, and seemed to be designed to drive him insane. He practically ripped off the rest of his own clothing -- everything except his boxers -- all while watching Ace.
Once Ace was down to nearly nothing, he smiled at his double. He liked what he saw, and he could tell Rimmer did too -- his lack of experience was more than made up for by his enthusiasm. Ace reached out to him, resting his hands on the technician's hips, then slipped Rimmer's boxers off.
There was a sharp intake of breath at that, and Rimmer shakily reached for what was left of his double's clothes. The undershirt had covered a makeshift bandage, not there for any medical reason but rather to hide the flashes from the power leakage. He avoided this, and instead removed the other man's black silk boxers.
Rimmer couldn't help but stare in fascination. If Ace was that big, then he must be the same...
Ace drew him back into his arms, kissing him deeply and letting their erections slide against each other. Then he grasped Rimmer firmly and began stroking him. Rimmer gasped, thrusting into his counterpart's hand as the pilot maneuvered them both down onto the bunk. Once he was on his back, Rimmer reached for Ace, trying to match the movements of his duplicate's hand. His touch was hesitant at first, but soon became more confident as he found the right rhythm; and with his free arm around Ace's shoulders, he pulled the other man closer and kissed him again.
Ace let his double hold him there for a little while; then he reluctantly left Rimmer's lips, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead, right over the H. After that he began moving down Rimmer's body, licking and nipping at the skin. It was agonizingly slow -- from the chin down to the chest, then further down to his belly button and stomach. Rimmer was practically whimpering when he finally reached his destination.
In one quick motion, he took Rimmer into his mouth, expertly taking him to the back of his throat. The technician looked like he was beyond coherent thought; there was a look of pure ecstasy on his face as he groaned and twisted the sheets in his hands.
Without missing a beat, Ace reached down to the floor and took a small packet of lubricant from his jacket pocket. He'd found that it paid to always carry it with him -- and condoms as well (not that he had to worry about disease or unwanted pregnancy, but the human versions of Ace did, and it helped to maintain the illusion that they were all the same man). He would only be needing the lube today; there could be no barriers between him and the next Ace during the transfer.
He lubed a finger, then teased around the opening of the other man's body. He was still sucking Rimmer's cock and holding its base with his other hand. Rimmer moaned, wordlessly begging him to go further. Once Ace was sure he was ready, he did.
Rimmer's eyes shot open at the new sensation, then he moaned again when the finger brushed something inside him that sent sparks of pleasure through his entire body. Ace was smiling, or rather trying to smile; his mouth was too full to really manage it. He slipped another finger inside and this time Rimmer cried out in delight. He pressed down against Ace's hand, desperately trying to keep the fingers in contact with whatever it was that was shooting fireworks up and down his spine.
"Are you ready, Arn?" the pilot asked, nuzzling him. His voice was low and husky, like he was holding himself back, waiting until his partner was fully prepared.
"Yes, god yes, do it now, please..." he murmured.
"All right, then."
From his spot between Rimmer's legs, Ace slicked his own cock with the lube and withdrew his fingers. He positioned himself, then slowly pushed forward, passing through the virgin-tight ring of muscle into his double.
Rimmer gasped, looking like he was going to cry out again, but no actual sound came out. His eyes were glazed and unfocused, and he was holding onto Ace like he was his sole lifeline to earth. Ace was holding him just as tightly, kissing him and letting his tongue stroke against his partner's. Ace's thrusts were careful, slow, but soon Rimmer was pushing back to meet them, encouraging him to go harder and faster.
Ace could feel his orgasm building, and he could tell Rimmer's was as well. They were fully joined now, body to body, as close as they could physically be. It was time.
Without slowing his pace, the pilot triggered the light bee subroutine that would begin the transfer. Once the program had been activated, he pushed as far into Rimmer as he could, their mouths never breaking contact.
Both holograms flickered, then glowed a bright, bright white. The two men were still locked together, and now new connections were established between them as Ace's light bee began to transmit through the interface. Digital information streamed from one to the other; each man had a sense of moving closer to one another, then into one another. Merging.
For a brief moment, they were one.
Then their mutual climax hit, and the white glow around them exploded into a blinding sphere of light.
"What's that?" Rimmer asked lazily, some time later. They were wrapped around each other, the two identical men, relaxing in the afterglow of both the sex and the transfer.
"Light bee remote," replied Ace, who'd taken the object from his jacket when he took out the lube. It had been sitting on the nightstand, ignored until it was finally needed. "If you can fool your crewmates into thinking you're me, we'll know you're ready." He regarded his duplicate evenly. "Are you ready, Arn?"
Rimmer considered his answer for a moment. "I think so."
"Then stand up."
Rimmer did so, after disentangling himself from his duplicate's loose embrace.
Ace pressed a few of the device's controls, and suddenly Rimmer was in a flight suit identical to the one his counterpart had on earlier that day. While Rimmer was marveling at that, Ace took off his wig and handed it to him -- lamentably, very few versions of Arnold Rimmer had hair that matched the original Ace's, and neither of them was an exception. The pilot watched Rimmer put it on, noting with some satisfaction that his appearance was now identical to Ace's when he'd come aboard Starbug.
Rimmer felt his forehead in wonder. The H was gone.
"Do you really think I can do this?" Rimmer asked hesitantly.
Ace smiled. "I know you can."
"But I don't feel any different."
"Just trust yourself. Trust your instincts. You'll see." Ace gazed at him warmly, but not without a pang of regret. He'd chosen his replacement and trained him, but he would never see the results of his labors. The afternoon's activities had exhausted him. In his weakened state, he couldn't do much more now than lie back on the bed. He knew he had very little time left; but he also knew that even as his own journey was ending, this man's was just beginning.
Even though they were no longer linked, Rimmer seemed to pick up on what he was feeling. "I will," he said solemnly. "I promise I will. I'll make you proud."
"You already have," said Ace. "You were brave enough to take this on."
"Thank you, Ace.'
"No...thank you, Arnie." Thank you for accepting the challenge. Thank you for becoming what was always inside you, what you always could have been. Thank you for not making my death meaningless.
Thank you for all those things he couldn't say, but that Rimmer already knew.
He smiled again. "Now, get out there and convince your friends you're me...Ace."