FIC: Fetish

[laurenthemself]

Title: Fetish

Author: Princess Lauren

Rating: PG

Summary: Short, wildly OOC (or is it?) ficlet. Cat/Lister implied, Rimmer/Lister also implied (am taking bets on how many people will want to see this continued). The first bit was inspired by seeing my cat Cedric playing with a piece of string; the rest comes from the odd semantic connections that form my mind. My first RD slash one-shot since 2004, so forgive me if it's a bit rough.

Dedication: To fiareynne, as ever.


'It serves you right for having such bizarre tastes in your sexual activity,' Rimmer said, attempting to look severe, but with merry amusement dancing in his eyes.

Lister ruefully examined the reddened, chafed mark on his wrist. 'Bein' a bit, um, submissive is hardly bizarre, Rimmer. Back on Earth there were whole societies devoted to... to BDSM practices.' His face was red, and he avoided Rimmer's gaze. 'Besides, I thought he was better domesticated than that.'

Both of them looked involuntarily at the Cat. Clad only in black leather trousers, he was sprawled on his back on Lister's bunk, batting playfully at the silk cord that had, some minutes previously, been knotted around Lister's wrist. 'Ssstring,' he purred.

Rimmer sighed. 'I should have something that'll make you feel better.'

Lister followed him to the bunkroom Rimmer had been using as his quarters; Rimmer didn't sleep, but used the space to store a few personal items he'd picked up off various derelicts on their wanderings. Both of their rooms were far from as personalised as the quarters back on the Dwarf, but beggars, particularly beggars three millions years from home, couldn't be choosers.

Rimmer opened a locker door and began rummaging. 'So, you're submissive,' he said.

Lister fidgeted. 'Um.'

'Come on, Listy -- I heard what you were saying to him before he got distracted.' Rimmer pulled out a cardboard box, examined the label, tossed it back into the strew of junk on the bottom of the locker. 'I wasn't aware you could beg like that for anything that didn't contain at least five varieties of hot spices.'

'I just like to surrender sometimes, all right? It's nice to not have to be in charge of every situation.'

Rimmer turned back from the locker with something in his hands. 'I never said there was anything wrong with it, Lister.'

The thing in his hands wasn't any sort of healing balm. It was a flogger, strips of leather hanging from a smooth wooden handle. Rimmer raised it for Lister's inspection, then flicked it lightly against the locker door, noting the way that Lister jumped at the sound.

'Rimmer--'

'Master,' Rimmer corrected.

Lister lowered his head. 'Master,' he agreed.

'We had BDSM societies on Io as well, slave. Now get on your knees.'

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[radelhorror.livejournal.com]

Lulz. What I know of him from commentaries and such, he'd prolly go "Wait, my abs are more defined then that."