Fic: Under Your Skin - PG-13
Title: Under Your Skin
Pairing: Lister/Cat; sort of Lister/Rimmer too
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf or make any money.
Notes: I blame kahvi for this! Many thanks to her for all the help with this one.
Lister needed this, in so many ways. His time as a hologram, his time in Rimmer's un-body... he needed to stamp the experience from his mind and be human again. He needed to remove all trace of Rimmer from his body and replace it with something... different. And what could be more different than this rough tongue like sandpaper on his skin? These sharp nails on his back, so unmistakably feline? These bright cat's eyes staring at him more intensely than they ever had before?
Sure, it had freaked him out at first when the Cat had come climbing into his bed with that weird, predatory look in his eyes. But then he had thought of Rimmer, who had found a way to abuse Lister's body even as a hologram, who had been inside him, whose smell was still on his skin. Cats have some sort of sixth sense, right? As he ran his tongue around the inside of the Cat's mouth, catching it on those sharp, pointed teeth, he decided that the Cat must have known that he needed this, and he was grateful.
It wasn't how he expected it would be. Not that he'd ever expected it at all. His self-esteem, still battered from Rimmer's taunts about his looks, put the Cat's uncharacteristic clumsiness and hesitation down to him being put off by Lister's appearance. Smegging Rimmer. Lister had never really worried about the way he looked until he'd started going on about dead frogs and fat, middle-aged women and now... if he wasn't before, now he was definitely porky. He sighed as he slipped his arms around the other man's slim, taut waist. Enough self-pity. That was for smegheads like Rimmer.
By morning Cat was gone, as Lister knew he would be. He ached all over but, man, it was good to be able to feel something again. Kryten soon appeared, still guilt-ridden over the whole incident, not quite looking Lister in the eye as he served him a meal of lettuce and grated, raw carrot.
Rimmer entered the room not long after, looking like he'd seen a ghost, but Lister felt calmer now, more able to face him again.
That is, until he spoke.
“I was asleep, okay.”
This was not Rimmer's voice. This was not Rimmer.
Lister felt like he was going to be sick.
Pairing: Lister/Cat; sort of Lister/Rimmer too
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf or make any money.
Notes: I blame kahvi for this! Many thanks to her for all the help with this one.
Lister needed this, in so many ways. His time as a hologram, his time in Rimmer's un-body... he needed to stamp the experience from his mind and be human again. He needed to remove all trace of Rimmer from his body and replace it with something... different. And what could be more different than this rough tongue like sandpaper on his skin? These sharp nails on his back, so unmistakably feline? These bright cat's eyes staring at him more intensely than they ever had before?
Sure, it had freaked him out at first when the Cat had come climbing into his bed with that weird, predatory look in his eyes. But then he had thought of Rimmer, who had found a way to abuse Lister's body even as a hologram, who had been inside him, whose smell was still on his skin. Cats have some sort of sixth sense, right? As he ran his tongue around the inside of the Cat's mouth, catching it on those sharp, pointed teeth, he decided that the Cat must have known that he needed this, and he was grateful.
It wasn't how he expected it would be. Not that he'd ever expected it at all. His self-esteem, still battered from Rimmer's taunts about his looks, put the Cat's uncharacteristic clumsiness and hesitation down to him being put off by Lister's appearance. Smegging Rimmer. Lister had never really worried about the way he looked until he'd started going on about dead frogs and fat, middle-aged women and now... if he wasn't before, now he was definitely porky. He sighed as he slipped his arms around the other man's slim, taut waist. Enough self-pity. That was for smegheads like Rimmer.
By morning Cat was gone, as Lister knew he would be. He ached all over but, man, it was good to be able to feel something again. Kryten soon appeared, still guilt-ridden over the whole incident, not quite looking Lister in the eye as he served him a meal of lettuce and grated, raw carrot.
Rimmer entered the room not long after, looking like he'd seen a ghost, but Lister felt calmer now, more able to face him again.
That is, until he spoke.
“I was asleep, okay.”
This was not Rimmer's voice. This was not Rimmer.
Lister felt like he was going to be sick.