Fic: A Man's Man, part 3 (pg-13)
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reddwarfslashTitle: A Man's Man, part 3
Pairing: Lister/Rimmer
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf, and I do not profit from this. I just do this to amuse myself.
I'm using a prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lgbtfest, which I didn't have time to play with back then. Thank ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kahvi for the awesome prompt.
617. Red Dwarf: Arnold Judas Rimmer/David Lister. While being Ace, Rimmer is confronted with a dimensional alternate of himself that is openly gay, and in a relationship with that dimension's Lister. This awakens his long-repressed homosexuality, and in desperation, he sets out to find a way to cure it.
Alternates in love!
This comes after
A Man's Man part 1
A Man's Man part 2
Lister groaned as he became more aware of his surroundings, and thus, more aware of his pain. He strained to remember what had caused it, wincing as his mind returned memories of Starbug’s controls going haywire, his heart in his throat as his body was thrown up, and back... and strong, hard light arms griping him from behind, shielding him, as always. Worry sunk into his stomach. Rimmer, in his hard light form, was resilient, but Lister could never help fretting that one day, his luck might run out. He squinted through his swollen eye, and was relieved to see a familiar faint glow. “Rimmer…” he croaked out.
“I’m here.” A hand clasped his, firmly.
Lister allowed himself a small smile as he gingerly sat up, supported by the hologram. “Is everyone all right?” he managed, leaning against the other’s chest, musing how calming and comforting the familiar, faint vibration of the light bee could be.
“Nothing that can’t be fixed. We can’t say the same about Starbug quite yet.” Rimmer kissed his temple, gently, avoiding the bruise.
“Right.” Lister stood up carefully. His head ached and throbbed from the inside and out, but this wasn’t the time or place to complain. “We’d better see what can be done.”
Rimmer regarded him with an odd expression, it was as though he were sucking on a lemon while trying to recall a bit of trivia. “I don’t like the look of that bump. You’d better take it easy and let the rest of us sort it out.” Rimmer draped the faded Titan Hilton blanket around his shoulders, and gently eased him back onto the makeshift pallet of bedclothes he’d constructed.
Lister struggled to sit up. He knew this sort of behavior well, although it usually manifested in Kryten. Rimmer wasn’t telling him the whole truth. “Something’s gone wrong, hasn’t it? Like, really smegging wrong? Tell me.”
His imagination conjured all sorts of feasible scenarios. They were stranded. They were under attack by rogue simulants or crazed GELFs. Starbug had no power-and was three quarters deep in quicksand. All of these seemed likely situations; perhaps he was even being a bit optimistic in his predictions.
Rimmer flexed his fingers together nervously. “No, no, everything’s shipshape. Er, rather, a shape approximating a ship. We’ll sort it out.” he assured Lister, with a forced, eerie smile. “Now you just rest up, and-“
Lister shrugged off the blanket. “Tell me.”
Rimmer shook his head. “Lister-“
“Rimmer.” Lister stood. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Rimmer was quiet for just a moment, and then turned away, regarding him from the corner of his eye with something halfway between a pout and a scowl. “Ace is here.” He growled.
“Ace?” Hope rose in Lister. They weren’t going to die, after all!
“Yes, Ace smegging-smoke-me-a-kipper-sodding-git Rimmer.” Rimmer’s eyes narrowed.
Lister sighed. “Look, Arn… I know how you feel about him, but he’s a nice guy, and he’s gonna get us out of whatever mess we’re in. Can’t you just be civil?”
“Civil.” Rimmer snarled. “I’m always civil. He’s the one sauntering around in that ridiculous costume insulting people. Everything he says is a trite, self congratulating expression of snide gittiness.”
“He doesn’t insult people!” Lister protested. “You goad him, and no matter what he says, you take it the wrong way.”
Rimmer’s nostrils flared, and his lip pulled back to reveal gnashed teeth. “You’re perfectly willing to let yourself be sweet talked, aren’t you. You’ll go out there, half dazed, and let the Rectum Ranger use his pompous lines on you. Next thing you know, you’ll be off for a bit of doughnut punching in the cockpit.” Rimmer let the seething irritation he felt seep into each word. He rested his hands on his hips and faced Lister, defiantly.
Rimmer looked smug, which only added to the incredulous outrage beginning to stir in Lister’s chest. Sucking in his breath, he raised his eyes to the other. “Do you really think that, then?” he began. “I know you and he have got some bad blood between you, but don’t you bring me into this. I’ve been nothing but faithful.” Lister focused on keeping his tone low and even.
Rimmer stubbornly held his ground. “You haven’t exactly been spoilt for choice.”
A cold silence followed, and he was certain that he’d gone too far. Lister’s muscles tensed, his eyes narrowed, and Rimmer flinched, sensing that the human was going to deck him. Instead, Lister glared, and shoved him hard before storming out the door.
Rimmer winced as his shoulder connected with the smooth steel wall. “Lister!”
“Smeg off!” Lister barked, not looking back.
Pairing: Lister/Rimmer
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf, and I do not profit from this. I just do this to amuse myself.
I'm using a prompt from
lgbtfest, which I didn't have time to play with back then. Thank kahvi for the awesome prompt.617. Red Dwarf: Arnold Judas Rimmer/David Lister. While being Ace, Rimmer is confronted with a dimensional alternate of himself that is openly gay, and in a relationship with that dimension's Lister. This awakens his long-repressed homosexuality, and in desperation, he sets out to find a way to cure it.
Alternates in love!
This comes after
A Man's Man part 1
A Man's Man part 2
Lister groaned as he became more aware of his surroundings, and thus, more aware of his pain. He strained to remember what had caused it, wincing as his mind returned memories of Starbug’s controls going haywire, his heart in his throat as his body was thrown up, and back... and strong, hard light arms griping him from behind, shielding him, as always. Worry sunk into his stomach. Rimmer, in his hard light form, was resilient, but Lister could never help fretting that one day, his luck might run out. He squinted through his swollen eye, and was relieved to see a familiar faint glow. “Rimmer…” he croaked out.
“I’m here.” A hand clasped his, firmly.
Lister allowed himself a small smile as he gingerly sat up, supported by the hologram. “Is everyone all right?” he managed, leaning against the other’s chest, musing how calming and comforting the familiar, faint vibration of the light bee could be.
“Nothing that can’t be fixed. We can’t say the same about Starbug quite yet.” Rimmer kissed his temple, gently, avoiding the bruise.
“Right.” Lister stood up carefully. His head ached and throbbed from the inside and out, but this wasn’t the time or place to complain. “We’d better see what can be done.”
Rimmer regarded him with an odd expression, it was as though he were sucking on a lemon while trying to recall a bit of trivia. “I don’t like the look of that bump. You’d better take it easy and let the rest of us sort it out.” Rimmer draped the faded Titan Hilton blanket around his shoulders, and gently eased him back onto the makeshift pallet of bedclothes he’d constructed.
Lister struggled to sit up. He knew this sort of behavior well, although it usually manifested in Kryten. Rimmer wasn’t telling him the whole truth. “Something’s gone wrong, hasn’t it? Like, really smegging wrong? Tell me.”
His imagination conjured all sorts of feasible scenarios. They were stranded. They were under attack by rogue simulants or crazed GELFs. Starbug had no power-and was three quarters deep in quicksand. All of these seemed likely situations; perhaps he was even being a bit optimistic in his predictions.
Rimmer flexed his fingers together nervously. “No, no, everything’s shipshape. Er, rather, a shape approximating a ship. We’ll sort it out.” he assured Lister, with a forced, eerie smile. “Now you just rest up, and-“
Lister shrugged off the blanket. “Tell me.”
Rimmer shook his head. “Lister-“
“Rimmer.” Lister stood. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Rimmer was quiet for just a moment, and then turned away, regarding him from the corner of his eye with something halfway between a pout and a scowl. “Ace is here.” He growled.
“Ace?” Hope rose in Lister. They weren’t going to die, after all!
“Yes, Ace smegging-smoke-me-a-kipper-sodding-git Rimmer.” Rimmer’s eyes narrowed.
Lister sighed. “Look, Arn… I know how you feel about him, but he’s a nice guy, and he’s gonna get us out of whatever mess we’re in. Can’t you just be civil?”
“Civil.” Rimmer snarled. “I’m always civil. He’s the one sauntering around in that ridiculous costume insulting people. Everything he says is a trite, self congratulating expression of snide gittiness.”
“He doesn’t insult people!” Lister protested. “You goad him, and no matter what he says, you take it the wrong way.”
Rimmer’s nostrils flared, and his lip pulled back to reveal gnashed teeth. “You’re perfectly willing to let yourself be sweet talked, aren’t you. You’ll go out there, half dazed, and let the Rectum Ranger use his pompous lines on you. Next thing you know, you’ll be off for a bit of doughnut punching in the cockpit.” Rimmer let the seething irritation he felt seep into each word. He rested his hands on his hips and faced Lister, defiantly.
Rimmer looked smug, which only added to the incredulous outrage beginning to stir in Lister’s chest. Sucking in his breath, he raised his eyes to the other. “Do you really think that, then?” he began. “I know you and he have got some bad blood between you, but don’t you bring me into this. I’ve been nothing but faithful.” Lister focused on keeping his tone low and even.
Rimmer stubbornly held his ground. “You haven’t exactly been spoilt for choice.”
A cold silence followed, and he was certain that he’d gone too far. Lister’s muscles tensed, his eyes narrowed, and Rimmer flinched, sensing that the human was going to deck him. Instead, Lister glared, and shoved him hard before storming out the door.
Rimmer winced as his shoulder connected with the smooth steel wall. “Lister!”
“Smeg off!” Lister barked, not looking back.
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Date: 2008-09-28 04:30 am (UTC)Can't wait for more ^_^
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Date: 2008-09-28 05:18 am (UTC)Poor paranoid Rimmer. :P My favourite bit of this is Rimmer's speech about the "Rectum Ranger." Perfect Rimmer voice! :)
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