This came to my mind. Doesn't relate to anything I've written in the past. Just a one shot.
"Go on. Take off your shirt."
Riff stood motionless in front of Frank.
Frank had dragged him into the bathroom, almost forcing him to take a shower for tonight. It was the Transylvania convention. He didn't want Riff to look dirty and nasty. Frank was only there to make sure Riff did take a shower, if Riff even remembered how.
"Do it!" Frank shouted at him, frustrated that Riff did nothing but stand there and avoiding eye contact. Riff looked like he was going to cry.
"Ugh! What are you? Five?" Frank walked over to him. He tugged at Riff's jacket, trying to pull it off. Riff grabbed his hands to stop him from doing so.
"I'm perfectly capable of handling myself, Master."
"Doesn't seem like it!" He took his hands back and continued to pull Riff's jacket from his body.
Riff wasn't comfortable with his body. He was bony. He was scarred. He considered himself just plain, ugly. He was only comfortable when he was around Magenta. How could he not be? They were brother and sister. They were lovers. They understood each other, loved each other, and certainly accepted each other. He was the most beautiful man in her eyes. But a man like Frank?. The type who cares about looks, and looks only. The type who puts you down for being too skinny, too fat. There was no way he wanted to be naked in front of Frank.
The black jacket fell to the floor. Riff knew what was coming next. So much humiliation and pain.
Frank slowly unbuttoned Riff's white shirt. Riff grew nervous.
"Stop." he said. His voice trembling. He never had much courage to stand up to Frank.
"Hush!" Frank shouted.
Riff's shirt was completely undone, It fell to the ground.
There was silence.
Frank looked at Riff's body. He carefully examined it. There were so many scars, and bruises. You can see Riff's ribs perfectly. They looked they were going to rip through his skin at any moment.
He looked up at Riff's face. A single tear escaped his watering eyes.
Riff turned his face away from Frank's. He shut his eyes, letting tears stream down his cheeks. He waited for Frank to say something. Anything.
Frank didn't say a word. Instead, he pulled Riff in for a small hug. He kissed a single scar. He bent down to pick up Riff's clothes.
"I'm sorry." he whispered while handing Riff his clothes.
He walked out of the bathroom, leaving a Riff confused. He put his clothes back on, walking out to invite the awaiting guests in.
The Next Morning
Riff awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon. He sat up, and looked over to his night stand. There was a plate of food for him. He couldn't remember the last time he ate. He took the plate and sat it on his lap. A note was left in the plate's place. Riff grabbed the note.
You're beautiful.
That was all it said.
He had a feeling where the food came from.
Just then, Magenta walked into the room. Riff shoved the note under his pillow.
"Morning, lovely." He smiled at her.
"Good morning Riff." she sat next to him on his bed. "Where did you get that food?"
"Erm, I-uh, made myself breakfast." he spluttered.
"Better make sure the master doesn't find out." she smirked.
"I have a feeling he won't mind." he said feeding her a piece of bacon.
Riff would never find out the real reason Frank did this. All he could do right now, was thank him.