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Part 3 is finished! My first non-humor sex(ish) scene. Let me know what you think! :)

Proximity (Part 3/?)
Rating: R
Pairing: Lister/Rimmer
Notes: Smutty smut smut. More of Low!Rimmer shining through. Definite Dom!Rimmer overtones. Enjoy. :)


“Hey Bud, you still alive?” the Cat asked conversationally as he approached a sleeping Lister’s bunk. The patient had been moved back to his room several hours ago, his memories as elusive as before, but his nausea and dizziness reduced.   

“…Ugh…yeah,” came a grunted response. It was annoying, being woken every hour, but Kryten insisted on keeping a close watch on his symptoms. Lister didn’t see why. He was feeling almost normal, aside from the headaches – or he would be feeling okay if his sleep wasn’t being constantly interrupted.

“Okay, that’s all Rubik’s-Cube-Head told me to ask. Nighty-night, monkey.” Cat turned on his Cuban heels and sauntered out again, his impeccable bedside manner having done its magic.

Lister was irritated. He sat up carefully, glad when his head did not react negatively to the movement. Rather than try to sleep some more, he would occupy his time another way. Maybe trying to regain some of the memory that had been knocked out of him.

He searched his mind for some hint of that which had been lost, but nothing had changed. He was still clueless about his past and had only a basic concept of his life and functionality. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly through a bout of rising panic.

It would all be okay. Kryten had said this was temporary. He just had to make the best of this situation. Try not to let it stress him out. Try to relax and let himself heal.

Smeg. It would drive him crazy. There was nothing to grasp onto, only a misty, vacant space inside his head. Trying to probe further only caused the mists to swirl and his skull to ache. He needed a distraction.

Lister stood tentatively. A bit wobbly, but on the whole quite an improvement, he thought. A few hesitating steps later he was convinced he could amble about the craft safely.

He headed first toward the cockpit, but when he got close enough to hear Kryten’s voice, he decided he wouldn’t enter. The mechanoid would fuss and make him go back to bed. He didn’t want to invite that reaction, so he turned around and casually retreated.

Heading back toward the sleeping quarters he ventured to turn left rather than right, assuming it would lead to Rimmer’s room. Surely a little spat with the world’s most charismatic man would be as good a distraction as any. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

The door was open. He stepped forward into an uncomfortably tidy, sparsely-decorated space. There were books lined neatly by the wall, a half-finished timetable with capped highlighter laid neatly to the side, and a strange blue something coiled around a rung of the wall near the bunk. The latter drew his attention as something tried to press through the mist into his consciousness. That coiled object almost triggered a memory. Lister had no idea what it was, or what it meant, but there was a momentary crushing sensation of fear. It was gone as quickly as it had descended. He shook his head gently in consternation.

Rimmer was seated on his bunk, reading. He looked up as his visitor entered, a smug grin appearing in tandem with Lister’s first step through the door.  So, back for more, was he? The little tart. This just got better and better. Once enough evidence had been amassed, he would never let the scouser ponce live this down. He used a bookmark to hold his place and set the large volume of war maneuvers aside.

“Listy. To what do I owe the annoyance of this unprecedented visit?” His hands joined together slowly, thumbs pointed upward. He held them on his lap while his eyes glimmered cryptically, watching Lister’s face carefully.

“Couldn’t sleep, what with all the interruptions. Thought I’d come and make sure you were just as miserable.”

“Ah. Well, it’s the thought that counts, I suppose.”

Rimmer wanted to continue; he had plenty he would like to spout off in a tirade, but held his tongue. He was curious to see what his companion would do to drive the situation forward. He wanted to have more time to assess Lister’s body language so he could be sure what he was really after. Maintaining control of the situation was paramount. Back in the medi-bay he felt his experiment had gone well to a certain point, but then he’d no longer been the one calling the shots. He would have to be more aware and precise about his reactions from now on. He would have to be sure the game was his, and its ends his own.

“I’m goin’ a bit mad, you see,” Lister conceded abashedly after the silence dragged on longer than he could bear. “Nothin’ makes any smeggin’ sense. I feel totally…lost, I guess. I was just hopin’ you could take me mind off it. But if I’m in your way, I’ll go.” He motioned toward the door, asking the question with his eyes: want me to leave?

If Arnold J. Rimmer had been the analyzing sort, he might have found the irony of their predicament amusing. Lister having lost his mind, now mainly a physical shell. He having just gained a physicality, after so long being made up of only his thoughts, words, and memories. But as it was, no such epiphany occurred. In any case, he was totally involved in watching the progression of Lister’s eyes around the room. It appeared they flitted about, not focusing on any one thing, but they strayed every few seconds back to Rimmer’s face. Specifically his lips.

Confirmation achieved. Lister wanted to kiss him. The mincing git.

Rimmer licked his lips distractedly, watching in his periphery how the other man’s eyebrows twitched in reaction, then absentmindedly mirrored the action on his own plump lips. He looked lost in his thoughts. This would be far too easy, Rimmer congratulated himself prematurely.

“And what,” he asked innocently as he stood up, “did you have in mind for me to do, to take your mind off it, pray tell?”

Lister’s eyes gave up the pretense of being interested in anything other than Rimmer’s mouth (now quivering with the concentration on not giving away a huge grin). He continued to stare as the hologram approached him with measured steps.

“Er…I didn’t really have a…a plan, yeh see…”

Rimmer stood in front of him now, an open, curious look on his face. If Lister had pulled his line of vision slightly upward, he would have noticed a dark gleam in a set of calculating eyes. Of course, a set of moist, pink lips held his attention. They seemed to be getting closer. It wasn’t until he felt the other man’s warm breath against his cheek that he realized it was he who had leaned forward.

The hologram remained motionless, allowing all advances to come at him, not from him. That distinction was important, he reasoned. It was a fine line that would make or break the level of control in this game.

Lister closed the space between their mouths, making a small desperate noise in his throat as he felt the explosion of sensation. Warm, soft, open, teasing, wet. He was lightheaded again, but doubted it was related to the concussion. Kissing Rimmer just sent all the blood, and reason, gushing from his cranium.

He gently sought out and coaxed Rimmer’s tongue with his own. The feel of it was sublime. He melted further into the other man, reaching his arms up to run his fingers through the unruly mess of hologramatic curls. He tugged lightly, taking hold and turning the other man’s head slightly to allow for a deeper kiss. A sigh of contentment escaped as Lister let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding in.

 Rimmer let himself be kissed. It felt pleasant, and he had to restrain himself from initiating anything more. He had to remain staunch, had to be the practical observer orchestrating an ultimate humiliation for the poor fool now drawing on his lower lip playfully. That was the only way this game would work.

When Lister began to probe deeper and more passionately with his adept tongue, Rimmer thought to question whether he should pull away before the Rastabilly sod got too carried away. When Lister lowered his hands, pulled their bodies together at the waist and Rimmer felt a distinct erection pressed up against him, he knew it was time to regain control. When Lister pushed him back onto the bunk and clambered atop him, the alarm went off. He was no longer the one orchestrating, this had to stop.

He wriggled free and stood up, then turned to face the bunk. Lister lay there, confused and apprehensive. And horny.

Rimmer took a moment to steady himself before saying seriously and authoritatively, “Lister, I want you to lie face-up.”

A puzzled look flew fleetingly across the scouser’s face before he shrugged and complied, turning from his sideways position to have his back against the mattress.

Excellent, Rimmer thought. I’ve got the reigns within my grasp. He turned away and walked toward the door.

“Wait! Where’re you…”

Lister’s desperation gave him a small rush of power, and any doubts he might have had about what he was going to do now vanished.

He pushed the button on the far wall to close and lock the door.

“…Oh…” Lister amended.

“Can’t risk being walked-in on, can we?” the hologram stated seductively, walking back toward the bunk. He stopped about a foot away and looked down on his new plaything.

The man on the bed looked up at him expectantly, his pupils dilated, his jaw slack. His chest heaving. His trousers tight around an impressive bulge.

            “Now, Lister,” Rimmer continued in his low, measured authoritative voice, “I want you to unzip and unbutton your jeans.”

            Lister did so without complaint, or comment. He was fascinated by this side of Rimmer, but had nothing to compare it to in his memory banks. What felt right was doing what he was told. It was so freeing. He didn’t have to worry about anything. He only had to listen to the words being spoken and do as they urged.

            Rimmer couldn’t believe that his orders were being obeyed. It was surreal, but he was too excited to contemplate the strangeness of the situation.

            The bulge now freed from its denim prison, it still pushed tightly against the fabric of his boxers. Lister raised his hips to feel the movement of the cloth against his cock.

            Rimmer saw this, and was not happy.

            “No, Lister. I did not say you could arch your hips,” he stated in a stern voice.

            Lister froze, admonished.

            “Since it’s your first offense, I won’t make you suffer for it. But you must remember: It makes me very angry when you don’t do exactly as I say.” He said in a softer voice.

            If possible, Lister got harder.

            “Do you understand me?”

            “Yes. Exactly as you say.” Lister answered breathily, his hands held at his sides so they wouldn’t get him into further trouble.

            “Good. Now, it appears that your hands are trembling for something to hold onto. You may use your right hand to free yourself from those constraining boxers. But after that, your hand must return to your side. No funny business.”

            Lister carefully worked his member through the opening in the boxers, trying not to handle himself more than necessary. He knew Rimmer was watching, and would notice any lingering touch. Once his cock was out, he quickly pulled his hand back to his side. The cool air against his throbbing penis made him want to arch upward again, but his suppressed this urge. Rimmer would not be lenient a second time.

            “Well done, my pet,” the hologram approved, fondly.

            Lister was relieved and proud he had followed the instructions well.

            “Now, let me take a look at what I’m working with…” he said in a vaguely interested tone.

            He bent down over the bed, his face mere inches above the newly-exposed skin at Lister’s midriff. Lister’s eyes widened and he wanted desperately to lift his head to see what was going to happen, but reminded himself that he had not been given permission to do so.

            “Oh, yes. Lovely,” Rimmer said approvingly. He noted how the prone man’s breathing quickened, with satisfaction. He pursed his lips and pushed a cool breath onto the exposed groin. Lister’s whole body twitched, and he made a pleading sound in his throat, but he held himself as still as possible.

            “That will do nicely,” Rimmer decided, his own erection now vying for his attention. He ignored it. He pulled himself into a standing position again. He looked at Lister’s face to find the other man with anger and defiance in his eyes.

            “What is it, pet? Did you want me to do something more?”

            “Please…” Lister choked out, desperation in his eyes now.

            “Well, since it’s what I want and not what you want that matters, I’m afraid not. I have other plans for you, Listy.”

            A whine was heard from the man on the bed. Rimmer smiled.

            “Invoking pity isn’t a tactic I would advise, pet. It makes me want to keep you writhing for longer. I am far more likely to reward you for good behavior.”

            Lister silenced himself.

            “There’s a good lad. Now, touch yourself.”

            An eyebrow quirked, Lister’s eyes sought out the holograms to confirm this order. Would he really make him work himself in front of an audience? How demeaning. How…how much longer could he resist it at this point, anyway? Smeg…

            “You hesitate,” Rimmer said softly, dangerously.

            Lister’s hand quickly grabbed for his cock and began to move up and down. He stifled noises of pleasure as much as he could, but some escaped anyway.

            “Yes. Yes Lister, that’s right,” Rimmer approved hungrily, “Bring yourself to the brink.”

            Watching his words have this effect had given him a high of adrenaline. Power coursed through his veins, pounding especially noticeably in his groin. He saw as his pet quickly worked himself in a frenzy.

            “Now, Lister, I want you to slow down,” he ordered.

            Lister, who had been moments away from bliss, resented the demand and considered disobeying. But he acquiesced, breathing deeply to focus on slowing his hand. God, he needed a release soon, this was too much. It was unbearable. He wasn’t strong enough.

            “Good boy, Listy,” Rimmer said in a proud voice. “Now,” he whispered sultrily as he knelt down beside the other man’s panting face, “I want you to bring yourself to the edge. The very edge. But no futher. Don’t you dare let yourself go. Not until I tell you.”

            Lister felt this was an impossible thing to ask, but knew better than to argue. He let his hand move at its preferred pace and was soon so near the brink he was sure he wouldn’t be able to stay this side of the line.

            “…Close…” he whimpered through gritted teeth.

            “Not yet,” Rimmer demanded.

            Lister’s eyes were panicked. He felt the start of his orgasm building.

            “…Not yet…” Rimmer repeated, a whisper in his ear.

            Lister was forced to beg.

            “Please…please Rimmer…”

            Rimmer would ordinarily not be swayed by pleading, but the way it was said and the needy look in the other man’s eyes reminded him this was a moment for merciful ruling.

            “Come for me,” he whispered into Lister’s ear.

            And Lister did.

XwX''

Date: 2009-03-16 05:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dauphkantus.livejournal.com
gaaaah, not sure whether I loathe sadistic!Rimmer or will give him a hug AFTER I smack him one.

Re: XwX''

Date: 2009-03-16 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dauphkantus.livejournal.com
Well, he'd love it if I hated him.
And true, so maybe if I kicked him in the happy sacs it'd work better ;D

And thus why I was debating...

Date: 2009-03-17 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sylveraven.livejournal.com
Yay! This was lovely! I adore Dom!Rimmer. There's hardly any of it out there.

Sub!Lister is also rather lovely. Those two work so well together. Brava to you!

Date: 2009-03-17 08:43 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] erinptah
*jaw drops*

This just keeps getting more and more out there. And it works. And it's fantastic.

Date: 2009-03-17 08:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] felineranger.livejournal.com
Gaaah I love this! It's so nice to find someone else who digs the whole Dom Rimmer thing. I think submissive Lister is Rimsy's biggest fantasy because it's so the opposite of how their relationship actually is. The idea of Lister actually doing what he's told for once - for Rimmer that's like catnip!

Date: 2009-03-17 10:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] katouttathebag.livejournal.com
Oh god, this is hotness in a bottle.
I adore dom!Rimmer.... ever since I saw low!Rimmer threaten to whip Lister and then have him, and the utter joy he seemed to take in Lister being remote controlled.
Plus, the fact that good old Arnie J feels completely powerless in his own life, what better way of arousal for him than complete and total control?

Date: 2009-04-10 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randysugardandy.livejournal.com
Domrimmer is honestly something i aint never encountered before. and i feel iv been missing out here, he is a total git but its so in character its not too far from the canon truth of it all,it adds to the hotness. i now have to go shove my head in a sink of cold water.

haaaaAAAwt.

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