reddwarfslash | Dream lover

Hello. *waves*

I've been lurking around for a while and was finally enticed to write in this fandom for the first time in about 15 years (we used paper and pen back in those days) after reading Everyone is Wrong Here by

nice_girls_play and finding I simply couldn't resist trying my hand at a sequel where Rimmer finds out what's going on.

Title: Dream lover
Rating: 17/18
Genre: Slash
Warnings: bondage.

Not sure I've got Rimmer's voice down though (it's been a while) Any thoughts?

Arnold J Rimmer lay in his bunk with his arms folded tightly and sent silent curses up through the thin partition that separated himself from his roommate. This was the eighth night running that Lister had spent thrashing about in the bed above him, clearly in the grip of some disgusting sexual fantasy, and frankly it was wearing more than a little thin.

What, or who, could the man possibly be dreaming about?

There was, of course, no real reason Rimmer had to lie in the lower bunk and suffer this. He hadn’t actually needed sleep since his death but he still liked, or rather preferred, to keep up the illusion of a reasonably normal life. So he continued to exercise and to sleep and to study for the astronavigation exam even though there were no Space Corps left to acknowledge the fact even if, by some miracle, he were to pass it.

It all gave him a purpose, just like lying here thinking what an inconsiderate gimboid Lister was gave him a purpose.

And what the smeg was the fucker thinking about? But he knew the answer to that already. Kochanski probably, or one of the nymphets off the AR games. Rimmer gritted his teeth. Lister had always been over-sexed, although God alone knew how he managed it, given that he had the face and hygiene standards of a cuddly rodent, but.. Rimmer pulled himself up.

How had the word cuddly got into that last sentence? Lister wasn’t cuddly, he was a gimp, a total and utter gimp who was proving exactly what a gimp he was by keeping Rimmer from his valuable downtime. Rimmer launched himself out of his bed and glared, uselessly, at the other man as he let out a low moan. A very low, very sexual moan. A horrible thing for someone to have to listen to when he knew he would never touch another person again.

Alright you bastard, Rimmer thought, I’m going to get to the bottom of this.

It took another two days to get the dream recorder back from the Cat. Oh he admitted, in his usual nonchalant way, that it hadn’t originally belonged to him but as far as he was concerned that was just a technicality. After he’d gone to all the trouble of getting the skutters to hotwire the thing so he didn’t need a JMC crew number to use it and then had to supervise Kryten while he carried it up the three decks to his favourite snooze spot, he felt he was entitled to compensation at the very least. Who knew what style tips he might be missing if he couldn’t check out his dreams after every snooze?

Rimmer just smirked to himself, pretty sure that whatever the skutters had done to the wiring would mean that there were no remaining privacy protocols at all. Which meant that all Rimmer had to do was tell Kryten to move it back into their quarters and then later, when Lister was asleep, turn it on.

‘It is ours after all.’ He insisted when Lister questioned the reappearance. ‘The Cat’s had it for ages.’ Lister just rolled his eyes in automatic reaction to Rimmer’s pettiness. So he was winding up the Cat now was he? Wonderful. As a hologram it wasn’t as if he could even use the stupid thing and Lister had never seen the point of it himself. No matter what went on in his dreams Lister had never had any impulse to analyse them.

All he knew was that right now he hoped they kept coming. That they were good, disturbing but arousing, weird but – enjoyable. He swung himself into his bunk and snuggled down into the foetal position, hoping for more of the same.

Rimmer could hardly contain his excitement the next morning, watching Lister all bright eyed and bushy tailed over his huge breakfast. The moment he went off to play the customary stupid game with Cat in the cargo bays Rimmer voice-locked the door and settled down to watch.

10 minutes later he had to stop, stomach churning.

Oh God, Oh smeg, Oh Dear God. When the hell had this started? Rimmer risked a glance through the viewscreen again, looking for clues.

In the dream Lister was tied to a table, naked or very nearly naked. Rimmer couldn’t tell which because his doppelganger - Lister’s fantasy - was leaning over in a strategic area. Sweat was dripping down Lister’s skin and he was whimpering slightly, eyes wide and dark and helpless-looking as the taller man bent over him.

‘Hush now. Be still.’ The voice was Rimmer’s, but not Rimmer’s, both more affectionate and more strict. An odd, purring voice. ‘You don’t want to wear yourself out before the good part.’

‘God, Rimmer.’ Lister’s voice was hoarse. ‘Please just, just do it ok? Just take what you want.’ Then he flinched and cried out at the crack of a whip, a red mark flaring across his stomach. ‘I said hush.’ The not-Rimmer said firmly. ‘And I meant it.’ The voice became insidious again. ‘You want a reward don’t you? How can I give you what you want if you won’t earn it first?’ Lister’s only reply was to swallow hard. ‘Well?’ Rimmer prompted.

‘Sorry sir.’ Lister murmured, looking straight ahead.

Rimmer ordered the machine to freeze again, shocked and outraged by the way Lister had just called him – the deviant him – ‘sir’. He’d never called Rimmer ‘sir’ however many times he’d demanded it. Mind you, he’d also never given Rimmer any reason to think he might have fantasies about him either. This was all extremely weird.

There was, Rimmer told himself firmly, absolutely no way he should be watching this. It was unhealthy – almost as unhealthy as Lister dreaming it in the first place. In fact, his internal dialogue went on, the whole thing was wrong on so many levels that whole new levels would probably have to be found simply for it to be wrong on.

Lister did look pretty like that though, and this strange obedience, falling silent when ordered, calling him ‘sir’, was very appealing.

The twisted fascination was mixed in with a certain measure of smugness as well. He was supposed to be the one with the diseased brain, the smegged up one, and here was Lister being at least as disturbed as he could ever be.

Rimmer twisted his fingers together awkwardly as he studied the frozen film. Yes, he thought, ‘pretty’ was rather more the appropriate word than a wholesome masculine adjective like ‘handsome’. All tied up like that with acres of that damp caramel skin exposed and his indecently full lips parted and trembling, long locks spilling over his shoulders, no-one would have called Lister anything but ‘pretty’. Unless perhaps they’d gone for ‘lickable’.

Could it really do any harm to watch a bit more? He’d gone to all the effort of recording it. He voice activated the playback again.

‘That’s better.’ The man with the whip was purring again, walking round Lister’s fettered body as he spoke. Oh god, Rimmer thought, Lister was naked. Naked and very obviously excited. Rimmer, who had half forgotten what a big boy Lister was in certain places, felt a stirring in his own loins as his duplicate leant close to Lister’s cheek, whip folded in his hand, to mutter. ‘You like taking orders from me, don’t you?’

‘Yes.’ Lister’s eyes closed, apparently involuntarily. ‘You know I do.’ He was rewarded with a lick up along his jaw, his cheek, to his ear.

‘You’re a dirty little soldier aren’t you David?’ The smirk on Rimmer’s face was clear in his whispers too, just inches from Lister’s ear. ‘My dirty little soldier.’ There was a pause then, a look of hesitation on Lister’s face, another crack of the whip, a sob of protest. ‘Say it.’ The other Rimmer insisted, the purr in his voice a growl now, a menace.

‘Yes.’ Lister wriggled uneasily as he spoke, but he got the words out. ‘Your dirty little soldier. Sir.’

His tormentor seemed pleased.

‘So refreshingly good.’ He cooed and smiled as he trailed his hand down the other man’s chest, walking back down his body, scratching hard enough to draw blood, making Lister whimper deep in his throat. ‘You want me to do it right now don’t you? While you’re like this?’ He climbed up between Lister’s legs as the smaller man nodded, almost frantic.

His double looked like a giant spider, Rimmer decided, all skinny limbs and feathery bits, crawling out of the shadows over its prey. Not at all attractive, frankly.

He stopped the internal criticism only when he got distracted by Lister again, the excited expression on his face, the slight hiss between his teeth as the other Rimmer did, well whatever he did that made Lister hiss like that.

Rimmer stopped the recording again, panting slightly, and checked the door was closed and locked. Then he made sure the comms were all switched off (he did not need Holly’s big daft head appearing while he did this.) and finally unzipped his excessively tight trousers so that he could ease them down, very, very carefully; over the erection he was ashamed of having.

Still, whatever the cause, it had to be dealt with, didn’t it?

God only knew how he’d be able to act normally when Lister came back from the cargo deck though. Although, now Rimmer thought about it, Lister had been avoiding idle conversation for days himself. Probably worried something he did or said would give Rimmer the clue to his fantasies. Although actually, if Rimmer hadn’t seen it for himself this particular scenario would never, ever, have crossed his mind.

That was the last coherent thought Rimmer had before physical pleasure took him over completely.

That night as he lay on his bunk, arms behind his head, listening to Lister grunt and grind, he smirked to himself. As far as he knew he’d never been anyone’s wet dream before now.

It was rather agreeable.

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tardis-coral.livejournal.com

brilliant! oooh, you don't have to worry, you got Rimmer's voice perfectly right! i absolutely adored Rimmer's frustration at having to listen to the writhing commotion on the upper bunk, and the immediate reaction he had to seeing the dream recording for the first time. thanks so much for writing this!

:)

diminua.livejournal.com

Thanks. I'm really glad you enjoyed it.

veronica-rich.livejournal.com

I always wonder why that dream recorder wasn't used MORE, in both the episodes and in fanfic. It seems tailor-made for plot advancement ahoy! I like your last two lines (even though it indicates that Rimmer is obviously unaware of his fandom *G*).