**Disclaimer and Writer's Note: As everyone should well know, I own none of the characters that originally appeared in "The Rocky Horror Picture Show". Although this story takes place many years before "A Life More Ordinary", it was written after, and independently, of it. I have since made some minor changes to ALMO in order to remove at least some of the resulting inconsistencies between the two stories, but at this point most of those changes have not gone beyond my hard drive (others were already incorporated into the story as posted). After I have finished posting this "new" story, I may go back and post the remaining revisions for those who would like to consider the stories as parts of the same work. Incidentally, while "A Rocky Road" is longer than most fan fics, it is considerably shorter than ALMO.**
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Frank N Furter, Crown Prince of the planet of Transsexual in the galaxy of Transylvania, awoke from a deep, dreamless sleep. As he stretched slowly, savoring the sensation of the silken sheets caressing his bare skin, he became aware of an equally silken arm curled around his shoulder. He smiled with smug satisfaction as he took in the sight of the beautiful girl sharing his bed, her gleaming black hair sparked by the eternal moonlight flooding the bedroom. As his mind cast back to their enthusiastic carnal activities the previous night, his smile became even more self-satisfied.
At seventeen years of age, he'd already acquired a list of lovers men twice his age would envy...a feat he'd accomplished in a mere two years. In accordance with Transylvanian royal tradition, he'd been a virgin until his fifteenth birthday. On that momentous day, he had been presented with Romana, the gorgeous twenty-year-old daughter of a senior member of the Queen's Court. Romana had been groomed for the honor of being the Prince's first lover since her own fifteenth birthday, spending those years being trained in the erotic arts by Transsexual's most skillful and experienced courtesans. By the time Frank's birthday arrived, she was well equipped to provide him with a memorable initiation to the pleasures of the flesh.
Ever a brilliant student, Frank picked up on effective sexual techniques as quickly as he did mathematical equations and scientific theories. By the end of that night, he'd managed to provide Romana with a number of highly memorable experiences of her own.
His introduction to lovemaking had ignited a fire within Frank he could never quite extinguish. Driven by unquenchable lust, he began seducing a succession of beautiful, well-born young women. Already possessed of an enviable advantage by virtue of his royal status and sensual good looks, his quest was made even easier by his rapidly spreading reputation as an extraordinarily skilled, imaginative and adventurous lover - qualities highly prized in the sexually obsessed Transylvanian society.
His latest conquest, Madria, was the daughter of a Transylvanian nobleman. He'd met her the night before at Moonstar, Transsexual's trendiest nightclub. Tall, slender and elegant, clad in a clingy silver minidress and glittering platform shoes, she'd presented an irresistibly sexy picture to his appreciative eye. It had taken him very little time to persuade her to leave her friends and accompany him back to the palace, where they'd spent hours making wanton, passionate love.
Of course, for Frank "making love" had nothing to do with love at all. None of the many young women who touched his body had managed to touch his heart. To be fair, he never pretended the relationships were anything but purely physical. His partners knew enough to enjoy their time with him as long as it lasted, and give up gracefully - if reluctantly - when his attention inevitably turned to another.
For now, Frank was content enough with the girl asleep beside him. Madria possessed that combination of looks, sophistication, and raw sexual appetite he always found so compelling. Deciding they should begin their day the same way they ended the previous one, he was leaning down to kiss her when he heard a discreet knock at his bedroom door.
Frank grabbed the silk bathrobe he'd carelessly tossed to the floor next to his bed, quickly donned it, and opened the door. To his surprise, standing before him was the most incredibly handsome young man he'd ever seen in his entire life. Looking to be perhaps four or five years older than Frank himself, he was about six feet tall, with shiny white-blond hair, clear blue eyes, and golden skin. Although the servant's uniform he wore hid his body, it was obvious he was very well built - muscular, but not overly so. He had a shy smile on his face, and a breakfast tray in his hands.
The young man opened his mouth to speak. Quickly, Frank put his finger to his lips, stepped into the hallway, and closed the door behind him.
"Good morning, Your Highness. Would you care for breakfast?"
Frank gulped, regained his composure and found his voice. "No, thank you." He paused. "I don't believe I've seen you before. Who are you?"
The young man's smile widened. "My name is Rocculus. Everyone calls me Rocky. I'm your new manservant. Didn't Her Majesty tell you I was starting today?"
Frank smiled back. "She might have done. I don't always pay as much attention as I should." He extended his hand. "I'm pleased to meet you, Rocky."
Holding the breakfast tray in one hand, Rocky firmly grasped Frank's hand with the other. For a brief instant, Frank could see Rocky's eyes wandering over his robe-clad body. "The pleasure is all mine, Your Highness."
With that statement, Frank heard a subtle change in Rocky's voice, a slight huskiness that hadn't been there when he'd introduced himself. He was suddenly acutely aware of the delicious warmth emanating from the contact of Rocky's hand with his own. As his eyes met Rocky's, he felt the electric jolt of physical attraction surge between them, almost taking his breath away. Judging by the fire blazing in Rocky's eyes, and the flush creeping across his cheeks, he was equally under its spell.
Reluctantly, Frank forced himself to release his grip on Rocky's hand. He took a deep breath in an attempt to keep his own voice from betraying him. "Please, when there's nobody else around, just call me Frank. That `Your Highness' form of address can get rather tiresome."
Rocky nodded. "As you wish, Frank. Is there anything else I can do for you?" His smile became distinctly suggestive.
With some difficulty, Frank elected to ignore the subtext lurking beneath Rocky's seemingly innocent question. "No, not at the moment. When you return with lunch, we can discuss your duties in more detail."
A brief flicker of disappointment crossed Rocky's face, but he quickly replaced his smile. "Yes, Frank." He bowed and left.
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Frank N Furter, Crown Prince of the planet of Transsexual in the galaxy of Transylvania, awoke from a deep, dreamless sleep. As he stretched slowly, savoring the sensation of the silken sheets caressing his bare skin, he became aware of an equally silken arm curled around his shoulder. He smiled with smug satisfaction as he took in the sight of the beautiful girl sharing his bed, her gleaming black hair sparked by the eternal moonlight flooding the bedroom. As his mind cast back to their enthusiastic carnal activities the previous night, his smile became even more self-satisfied.
At seventeen years of age, he'd already acquired a list of lovers men twice his age would envy...a feat he'd accomplished in a mere two years. In accordance with Transylvanian royal tradition, he'd been a virgin until his fifteenth birthday. On that momentous day, he had been presented with Romana, the gorgeous twenty-year-old daughter of a senior member of the Queen's Court. Romana had been groomed for the honor of being the Prince's first lover since her own fifteenth birthday, spending those years being trained in the erotic arts by Transsexual's most skillful and experienced courtesans. By the time Frank's birthday arrived, she was well equipped to provide him with a memorable initiation to the pleasures of the flesh.
Ever a brilliant student, Frank picked up on effective sexual techniques as quickly as he did mathematical equations and scientific theories. By the end of that night, he'd managed to provide Romana with a number of highly memorable experiences of her own.
His introduction to lovemaking had ignited a fire within Frank he could never quite extinguish. Driven by unquenchable lust, he began seducing a succession of beautiful, well-born young women. Already possessed of an enviable advantage by virtue of his royal status and sensual good looks, his quest was made even easier by his rapidly spreading reputation as an extraordinarily skilled, imaginative and adventurous lover - qualities highly prized in the sexually obsessed Transylvanian society.
His latest conquest, Madria, was the daughter of a Transylvanian nobleman. He'd met her the night before at Moonstar, Transsexual's trendiest nightclub. Tall, slender and elegant, clad in a clingy silver minidress and glittering platform shoes, she'd presented an irresistibly sexy picture to his appreciative eye. It had taken him very little time to persuade her to leave her friends and accompany him back to the palace, where they'd spent hours making wanton, passionate love.
Of course, for Frank "making love" had nothing to do with love at all. None of the many young women who touched his body had managed to touch his heart. To be fair, he never pretended the relationships were anything but purely physical. His partners knew enough to enjoy their time with him as long as it lasted, and give up gracefully - if reluctantly - when his attention inevitably turned to another.
For now, Frank was content enough with the girl asleep beside him. Madria possessed that combination of looks, sophistication, and raw sexual appetite he always found so compelling. Deciding they should begin their day the same way they ended the previous one, he was leaning down to kiss her when he heard a discreet knock at his bedroom door.
Frank grabbed the silk bathrobe he'd carelessly tossed to the floor next to his bed, quickly donned it, and opened the door. To his surprise, standing before him was the most incredibly handsome young man he'd ever seen in his entire life. Looking to be perhaps four or five years older than Frank himself, he was about six feet tall, with shiny white-blond hair, clear blue eyes, and golden skin. Although the servant's uniform he wore hid his body, it was obvious he was very well built - muscular, but not overly so. He had a shy smile on his face, and a breakfast tray in his hands.
The young man opened his mouth to speak. Quickly, Frank put his finger to his lips, stepped into the hallway, and closed the door behind him.
"Good morning, Your Highness. Would you care for breakfast?"
Frank gulped, regained his composure and found his voice. "No, thank you." He paused. "I don't believe I've seen you before. Who are you?"
The young man's smile widened. "My name is Rocculus. Everyone calls me Rocky. I'm your new manservant. Didn't Her Majesty tell you I was starting today?"
Frank smiled back. "She might have done. I don't always pay as much attention as I should." He extended his hand. "I'm pleased to meet you, Rocky."
Holding the breakfast tray in one hand, Rocky firmly grasped Frank's hand with the other. For a brief instant, Frank could see Rocky's eyes wandering over his robe-clad body. "The pleasure is all mine, Your Highness."
With that statement, Frank heard a subtle change in Rocky's voice, a slight huskiness that hadn't been there when he'd introduced himself. He was suddenly acutely aware of the delicious warmth emanating from the contact of Rocky's hand with his own. As his eyes met Rocky's, he felt the electric jolt of physical attraction surge between them, almost taking his breath away. Judging by the fire blazing in Rocky's eyes, and the flush creeping across his cheeks, he was equally under its spell.
Reluctantly, Frank forced himself to release his grip on Rocky's hand. He took a deep breath in an attempt to keep his own voice from betraying him. "Please, when there's nobody else around, just call me Frank. That `Your Highness' form of address can get rather tiresome."
Rocky nodded. "As you wish, Frank. Is there anything else I can do for you?" His smile became distinctly suggestive.
With some difficulty, Frank elected to ignore the subtext lurking beneath Rocky's seemingly innocent question. "No, not at the moment. When you return with lunch, we can discuss your duties in more detail."
A brief flicker of disappointment crossed Rocky's face, but he quickly replaced his smile. "Yes, Frank." He bowed and left.