Riff Raff had never been good at fighting temptation. He was far too selfish. He was weak. So weak. It wasn't difficult to persuade him, and it was even harder to change his mind once he had agreed on something.

It was even worse now, because he happened to be heavily intoxicated. After working a long, late night at the lab, Frank had pulled out a bottle of wine. Riff Raff didn't enjoy his masters company, he didn't particularly want to sit up until the early hours drinking wine with him. But wine was a great temptation, and Riff Raff could never quite refuse it.

And so, many, many bottles each later, Riff Raff found himself lay across his masters bed. Frank, meanwhile, was hovering above his manservant, planting kisses on his bare chest.

Riff Raff closed his eyes, and lay for a while, relishing the feel of Frank's warm lips against his skin. This wasn't the first time that he had been in the same situation. It was true, Riff Raff loathed Frank. But he was also deeply, frustratingly attracted to him. Everybody was. He knew that Frank didn't feel the same. A fuck was a fuck, and that was all that Riff Raff was to him at that moment. But Riff Raff, being in the fuggy mind state that he was in, didn't care one bit. He was enjoying this too much.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Frank purred, as if he could read Riff Raff's mind.

"Ugh," Riff Raff moaned, half out of pleasure and agreement, half out of annoyance and disgust with himself.

He tried distracting himself with his own drunken thoughts. He wanted to ignore the fact that it was Frank above him right now.

Suddenly, Frank made a fast, pleasurable movement.

"Magenta!" Riff Raff cried out.

Frank laughed.

Magenta was suddenly floating in the midst's of Riff Raff's thoughts. She'd been lying in her bed right now, waiting for him to sneak in and lure her up in to his room.

But instead he was playing around with the person that his sister most despised. He didn't want to imagine what Magenta would do if she discovered them. What she would say if Riff Raff told her that it wasn't the first time he and Frank had been in the same bed.

It wasn't the first time that Riff Raff had been unfaithful to her, either. He loved his sister, he really did. He adored her, just being in her orbit made him the happiest he could ever be in his life. But there it was again, his biggest problem: weakness.

However, Riff Raff doubted that Magenta had been truly faithful to him over the years. He knew that his sister had always been a bit of a whore. No, he didn't really mean that.

"Your turn," Frank announced softly, biting down on Riff Raff's ear.

Riff Raff knew that all he had to do was pull himself away from this, and finish the night with his Magenta.

But...

Riff Raff had never been good at fighting temptation.