[identity profile] kahvi.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] reddwarfslash
Title: White
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf. They would never stand for this, let me tell you... There is very little money in this. None, in fact.
Notes: I must warn you... This is very silly. Very very silly. PWP. Holographic sex. Silly, but happy. Stupidly so. Yes yes. Ahem. Read at own risk. Written as part of the [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100 challenge - my table is here.




There was a moment of serene bliss; where everything was at peace and in karmic balance, and the soul that was this potential David Lister detached himself, somewhat reluctantly, from the Universal Oneness. He meditated for a while with his eyes closed, having emerged into being sitting za-zen on what felt like a rather comfortable tatami mat. When he felt ready, he opened his eyes, and gazed out upon the place to which he had been summoned. He was seated in the middle of a white, well- but softly lit room. Harmonious, delicate pieces of art adorned the walls, and flowers thrived in vases and pots that were placed just-so. He nodded appreciatively at the well thought-out feng shui, and felt the positive energy stream through him, cleansing him of all cluttered thoughts and stress. Not that there had been much of that to begin with, but it still felt rather refreshing.

Suddenly, there was a tingling sensation to the left of him, as though the air was being charged with electricity. Turning his head, he witnessed a breathtaking sight. Billions upon billions of particles of perfect, white light came slowly into being. As they formed, they started to dance around one another, forming intricate patterns of almost infinite complexity, and dazzling beauty. The spectacle grew almost unbearable to watch as the light intensified, condensing and shining ever brighter until they formed the outline of a figure. A being – a being made out of light! Lister watched in awe, for he knew who the apparition was.

“Brother,” Rimmer said, once he had fully materialized, “it warms my heart to see thee in this place.”

“Brother,” Lister breathed, “forgive my outspokenness, but I feel compelled to note that I find thee most beautiful.”

Rimmer smiled, a serene, bright, beautiful smile that melted what remained solid of Lister’s heart. “And thy beauty, brother, makes my soul sing with delight, and my loins tingle with desire.” His face darkened. “Forgive me if I have misspoken.”

“Indeed thou hath not,” Lister said, his heart skipping a beat, “for how could expressions of love, yea, even carnal love, be anything but precious and holy?”

The edges of Rimmer seemed to glow, as if to accent his radiant smile. “Then might I be allowed to enwrap thee in my love and desire?”

“Oh dear brother,” Lister sighed, “need thou ask?”

Rimmer’s outline grew faint again, as he seemed to partially dissolve. The dancing particles of light he was composed of glittered and shone as they moved outward, and enveloped Lister entirely. Lister gasped as he felt that same charge in the air, entirely surrounding him now, almost caressing his skin. If he focused, he could still see Rimmers form; it was inside him and around him at the same time; it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Now and then Rimmer’s face would appear in front of his, and he would lean into it like a kiss, feeling the static crackle across his lips like tender fire.

Suddenly, something solid touched his hand, something metallic. It was Rimmer’s light-bee, moving lightly across Lister’s palm like a gentle finger. Slowly, slowly, it rolled up his arm, ducking under his tunic, passing his elbow, his shoulder. It rolled in little circles, with purpose, with intention, and when Lister opened his eyes and tried to remember how to breathe, it was like looking out through two sets of eyes.

“I love you,” Lister managed, through quivering lips.

“And I love you,” came the answer, from somewhere inside of him.

The light-bee rolled onwards, ever onwards, agonizingly slowly. It stopped by the elastic of his clean, white boxers, carefully circumnavigating the edges of it, lacking the fine co-ordination to be able to lift and roll under it. Lister moaned quietly, as Rimmer’s face materialized in from of his, and nodded, confidently. Shivering with anticipation, Lister hurriedly slid his hand inside the spacious sleeves of his soft, white robe, and found the small metal orb. He traced its contours with light, curious fingers, marveling at how the essence of his lover could be contained inside. “Beloved,” he whispered, “it seems unfair that I should benefit from thy ministrations, and yet give nothing in return. Would that I could pleasure thee in some way.” He gave the light-bee another caress, sighing. “If only thou could feel this!”

Rimmer’s face, still in front of his, gave a contented smile. “It brings me joy beyond measure to please thee, my soul’s desire.” His voice grew husky as he muttered; “So let me do so, I beg of thee.”

Lister nodded, wanting nothing more. Swiftly, he grasped the light-bee in his hand, and, stretching the elastic of his boxers’ waistband with his thumb, dropped the bee inside. He winced slightly as the all-too-cool metal grazed the most sensitive area of his body, but the sensation soon gave way to searing, long sought-after pleasure. The orb was not exactly well-suited for the purpose for which it was being used, of course, but this somehow intensified the ecstasy resulting from its erratic touch. Lister felt as though every desire he had ever had was congregating in his groin, flowing joyously through his veins. “So long,” he muttered, “so long have I loved thee.”

“And I too,” came the reply. “I have longed for this, my love.”

“As have I.” Lister collapsed onto the floor, tethering on the brink of release. “I didn’t know it, but I have.” Rimmer fell with him, the bee never faltering in its insistent movements. It wasn’t how he was being touched that drove him, finally, to a tear-filled climax; it was the knowledge of who was controlling that touch. Laughing and crying, he lay down on the tatami-clad floor, carefully extracting the light-bee, and cradling it in his arms. Rimmer was all around him. It felt warm; safe; like home.

“They don’t know, do they?” Rimmer said gently, as they lay there, enjoying one another’s presence.

“Our original selves, from which we were extrapolated?” Lister shook his head. “No. I doubt they do.”

“Does thou think they ever will?”

Lister closed his eyes, and felt the soothing, barely-there electrical tension of Rimmer’s being running through his own body. He felt complete. “For their sake, I hope so. I really do.”

Date: 2006-02-14 01:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beetle-breath.livejournal.com
Mmm, yum. =D

Date: 2006-02-14 01:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beetle-breath.livejournal.com
*throws tomatoes* But don't worry, they're not rotten. xD

Date: 2006-02-14 01:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roadstergal.livejournal.com
In physical terms, it's just like the end of Meltdown, except the other way around. :D
That "Thy love refreshes and cleanses me like a babbling mountain stream, brother," was total slash, wasn't it? Thanks for the smile!

Date: 2006-02-14 04:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spacemonkeyluvn.livejournal.com
i took a break from studying to read this and oh goodness! now i'm trying to read about whatever-it-is-i'm-supposed-to-be-studying but i keep giggling and thinking of the holographic hotness. i wish i could say that's a bad thing, but i just can't ;)


happy valentine's day!! XD

Date: 2006-02-14 11:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-draco.livejournal.com
*grins*

That was great. Brought a few giggles out and a smile.

Date: 2006-02-15 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirke-novak.livejournal.com
SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET! So fluffy and original! *hearts*

Date: 2006-02-16 05:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dracosmef.livejournal.com
so many uses for a light bee, so little time!!!! Yeah!! I always thought their other selves seemed a little slashy. Thanks for that! I love your imagination!

Date: 2006-02-17 09:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] katflace.livejournal.com
For some reason the first sentence is really, really beautiful to me. Seems like by all rights it should be cheesy, but somehow I like it anyway. Funny how that works.

and ooh, the many unintended uses of light bees. that's a great idea right there. Pity that regular Rimmer probably wouldn't be able to be so, well, selfless...

Date: 2007-03-16 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cassiopeia13.livejournal.com
awww that was soooo sweeeet! Oh my goodness that was sexy and silly and just perfect! I loved it! YAY! High!Love!

Date: 2012-01-27 01:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vejgeta9.livejournal.com
OMG!!! *Light bee overload* Loved it!

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