Title: Lovers of the Apocalypse
Author: Poet (Poet279@aol.com)
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Look at the title and take a wild guess what this is about. PWP, and oddly for me, *not* a first time fic. A sequel of sorts to "Come and Ease the Pain," but you needn't have read that one first.

There's some sexy-ness going on here, full of Lister/Rimmer, as per. *g* As for ownership... They're mine, mine I tell you! All mine!! Oh look! Those nice young men in their clean white coats are coming to take me away...

Notes: I've only seen series 5, 6, and 7 and just a handful of the rest of the eps, so grade on a curve. And yes, it *is* a cheesy title; thanks for noticing. ;o)

Warnings: Rated NC-17. There's sap, there's guy-luvin', there's extraneous commas. If you don't think you can handle any of that (I know those commas can really get to people), now is the time to get.

Dedicated to Dervla, for her help and for bugging me until I started writing, and to Chriss on her b-day. Babe, I know it's probably the day after your birthday where you are, but better late than never. :o) In the words of the Mad Hatter and March Hare… "A very merry unbirthday to you!" (09/12/01)

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Lovers of the Apocalypse
by Poet

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Lister looked around at his surroundings with approval. It was just the way he remembered it. "Cheat 1: codeword 'characterscheat.'" With that, the few people strolling down the wooden sidewalks vanished, just in time for Rimmer's arrival.

Rimmer looked around at the dirt road then down to his grey waistcoat and the leather holster slung low on his hips. He felt an unfamiliar tightness around his forehead and fingered the cowboy hat resting just above his "H." "Lister, I think that third curry at breakfast fried your two remaining brain cells. You punched up the wrong program! This isn't 1797 Austria, and I'm certainly not dressed as Napoleon."

"Name's Brett Riverboat, *Dan*," Lister answered, black fringe whirling as he turned to face the hologram.

"Brett" could almost hear the *click* as understanding washed over Rimmer's features. "Oh, ha ha, 'Brett.' I see; we're in Laredo. But you seem to have forgotten something, m'laddio."

"What's that, Dan?" Lister asked, leaning against the saloon's hitching post.

"The people?" Rimmer looked around as if it should be obvious and then returned his gaze to "Brett." "The whole town's deserted."

Lister pushed away from the post and leisurely swaggered to stand bare inches before his friend. He cocked his head to one side as if addressing the air and called out, "Cheat 2: codeword 'blanketcheat.'" Inexplicably, a brown and white horse blanket appeared to Rimmer's right. One corner was being weighted down by a large picnic basket, and the hologram could just make out the distinctive smell of a quatrofamagio pizza with extra olives.

"Oh, Listy."

Lister removed his hat and tossed it to the ground. "I said," he intoned, pressing his black leather-clad body against "Dan's." "The name's..." His hands went up to tangle in the curls at the back of his lover's pale neck. "Brett Riverboat." Each syllable was punctuated by a tug at silky hair and a nibble on softly trembling lips.

"Wha-whatever you say, Brett," he stuttered, before diving forward to press their mouths together. He could taste Lister's chicken vindaloo and lager from breakfast mixed with a spiciness that was always with him, no matter how many times Rimmer forced him to brush his teeth. Somehow he'd come to fancy that special flavor, and now it only meant "Lister."

Several minutes and a couple layers of clothes later, they broke apart, both panting. "Cheat 3: codeword 'clothescheat,'" Lister gasped between breaths. Their trousers and shoes joined the already discarded coats, shirts, and holsters on the ground.

"I must say," Rimmer breathed, his skin pebbling at the feel of warm air against his naked body, "that is rather convenient."

Lister smiled into his lover's neck. "Saves the worry of ending up a naked man in socks."

Rimmer laughed loudly, feeling his tension melt away, and pulled Lister closer. "I love you, Brett."

"I love you, too, *Dan*," Lister giggled before dropping to his knees.

"My, but aren't we forward!" Rimmer exclaimed, all self-satisfied amusement.

"I wouldn't be so smug if I were you," Lister said, grabbing Rimmer's wrist and pulling him down onto the wool blanket. He placed a soft, short kiss on the other's lips before withdrawing to lie across the scratchy fabric. "Open the basket," he instructed.

Rimmer did as he was told, finding a tube of slick wrapped in a swath of white linen. He sighed, lying down next to Lister and gently caressing his lover's chest. "You sure about this, Listy?"

Lister sat up to kiss the hologram's "H," and softly whispered, "Yeah. I am," before lying back down.

Rimmer nodded and took a deep, shuddering breath, before moving to kneel between Lister's legs, raising the mocha-colored thighs to rest on his own. With trembling fingers, Rimmer gripped the tube and unscrewed the cap, misjudging and squirting the majority of its contents over Lister's belly.

Chuckling, Lister took Rimmer's hands into his own and stared into his eyes. "There's no need to be nervous. None at all. We've done this plenty of times before, and there'll be plenty more times to come."

Rimmer squeezed his eyes shut. "But not like this," he whispered.

"Listen to me," Lister commanded, causing Rimmer to meet his gaze. "There's nothing different about this time. I love you. You love me. And that's not gonna change. We can do this."

"I do love you."

Lister smiled. "I know." He released Rimmer's hands and rested his palms on his own thighs.

Slowly, but not near as unsteadily as before, Rimmer scraped the lube from Lister's soft belly and coated his first finger. He trailed his hand down Lister's stomach, past his cock, before coming to his lover's opening. He took a deep breath. "Ready?" Lister nodded, and Rimmer pressed into him, gradually, until his first digit was completely sheathed. He began a slow in and out motion, eventually slipping in a second and then third finger. When Lister began to softly whimper, Rimmer froze. "Are you all right, Listy?"

"Pucker." A sigh. "So how're things with you, man?"

Rimmer ignored this last remark. "You're sure?"

Lister took a ragged breath and opened his eyes to meet Rimmer's. "I'd be smeggin' brilliant if you'd get on with it," he smiled.

Rimmer leaned down to kiss him gently, sweetly, positioning himself as he did. When he felt Lister's tongue part his lips and begin massaging his palate, he couldn't hold himself back any longer and began to push in. He stopped when he was barely an inch inside his lover, afraid of hurting the smaller man beneath him. As Lister's breathing began to grow more regular, Rimmer decided it was safe to try again. He continued this slow, steady entrance until he was utterly enclosed, wholly engulfed by Lister's body.

They stayed like that a moment, each adjusting to the feel of the other's body, until Rimmer began to lose what modest amount of control he had left and could sense Lister growing restless beneath him. He shifted and took up an unhurried, deliberate rhythm. After a moment he felt Lister respond and join him, all the while chanting, "Rimmer, Rimmer, Rimmer," under his breath, like a mantra.

After several long minutes, Rimmer felt his composure cracking, letting out a strangled cry as his orgasm finally overtook him and he came hard into Lister. The younger man quickly followed, spraying his semen across their bellies as Rimmer collapsed on top of him.

They lay like that for several minutes, just enjoying the sun and wind and feeling of being absolutely connected.

"Rimmer?"

"Yes, Listy?" came the mumbled reply.

"I can't breathe."

"How sweet, Listy. I love you, too." A yawn, and then nothing.

"I *mean* you're squashing me," Lister grunted as he tried to roll his companion to the side.

His only reply was a soft snore.

"Unh! Who'd 'ave thought a hologram could be so *heavy*?" he mumbled as he finally maneuvered Rimmer to lie on blanket beside him. Lister rolled so that he was pressed up against his lover's side and caught a glimpse of the picnic basket, remembering the pizza for the first time.

Oh well, it could wait.

"Cheat 4: codeword 'covercheat.'" A soft flannel coverlet suddenly enveloped them. With a sigh, Lister buried his face in his lover's shoulder and began to drift.

This couldn't.

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