Disclaimer: I do not own the characters they belong to the almighty Richard O'Brien and 20th Century Fox.
A/N: First off, I'd like to thank handyman's muse for prodding me to get this story up. :o) Also, this story takes place before the movie, and I will be delving into the movie and after it, but am not sure if I will break it up into parts or not. This deals with Frank, Magenta, and Riff Raff mainly, but will have Columbia and Eddie, and probably the other characters when I get to them. Enjoy and R&R it is greatly appreciated. :o) Also like to mention that my inspiration for this story was the song Wicked Game by Chris Isaak and that originally this was going to be a songfic, but it took on a life of its own.
Wicked Game
They had landed on Earth six months ago and Frank was enjoying these Earthlings, their way of life, although he dearly missed his home and mother. She had sent him and his loyal servants to Earth for two years to study these creatures and maybe the Transylvanians could integrate themselves into the Earthling population as vacation spots, permanent residence, or as punishment for the accused who would have to spend the rest of their lives on this planet in whatever country of the Queen's choosing. He grinned and heard a motorcycle drive off. His little playmate ran off with her own playmate, but it didn't matter they were both his and it was quite fun to toy with their emotions and relationship, which reminded him, he had a punishment to dole out today. He had waited a week, but it was worth it giving his domestic and handyman a false sense of security. They didn't know, but he had caught them making love which quite disgusted him, although incest wasn't illegal on their planet it was still frowned upon in their society. He was about to get ready for the day and make his grand entrance for breakfast when he sneezed. No big deal, but he kept sneezing and he hurried to his bathroom for a tissue feeling another round of sneezing coming on. Instead, he began coughing which didn't yield until he was on his knees emptying out the contents of his stomach into the toilet. He took a few deep breaths and the hurling began again. He recognized these symptoms, his servants had gotten sick when they first landed on Earth, but he had been immune to these Earth germs, so why was he getting sick now? Did his domestic poison his dinner? He opened his mouth to yell for her, but instead gave praise to the porcelain god and he sat down on the floor, resting his head against the wall as he closed his eyes for a moment wondering if he was dying.
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Riff Raff and Magenta waited, but their Master had not shown himself.
"He's probably sulking over that little Earthling," Riff Raff suggested.
"He'll be angry if he doesn't have breakfast."
"He might be in the lab already, he's excited about this creation and probably doesn't want to eat."
"Maybe, but I'll check in on him."
"Be careful, you know he doesn't like to be disturbed."
"I promise."
They left the dining room, he took the lift up to the lab and she climbed the stairs to the third floor where the master bedroom was located. She knocked on his door, but no answer.
"Master?"
Still no answer. She turned the handle and entered his bedroom. No sign of him in here, maybe Riff Raff was right. She was about to leave when she noticed the bathroom light was on and when she carefully entered she was horrified.
"Master?"
He was still in his silk robe as she kneeled in between his spread legs and she gently slapped his cheek.
"Master? Master, wake up!"
She soon caught a whiff of a vile stench and when she glanced into the toilet she understood why he hadn't come down for breakfast. She flushed it and gazed down at him, again kneeling before him. She placed the back of her hand against his forehead, he was burning up when she felt him grab her wrist, pulling it away from his forehead and he slowly opened his eyes.
"What did you do to me?"
"Nothing, Master."
He had glimpsed concern in her eyes, she hadn't shown him that emotion since they were children and he had stubbed his toe. She had taken care of him then even though at the time she was six and he was nine, her duties were to keep him company and clean up the messes he made. They had been friends at one point, but it had dissipated as they grew.
"Master?"
She was worried he was going to blackout again and hastily removed her apron, wetting it with cold water from the sink. She gently patted his face with the cool cloth and he smiled.
"Magenta, what's wrong with me?"
"You are sick, Master."
"How and why now?"
"From what Columbia says the weather here changes, there are seasons, and we're in the season called Autumn, but it is preparing to change into Winter. Columbia says this is when people get sick with colds or flu."
"But I haven't left the castle."
"Your playmates have, they could be carrying the germs and when you came in contact with them you got sick."
"Are you sure you didn't poison me?"
"Master, if I were to poison you, you'd have been dead by now."
He smirked, she was brutally honest. He tried to get up, but failed, his muscles were aching and weak. Magenta helped him up and was trying to lead him to his bed, but he wouldn't budge.
"Master, you need rest."
"I need a bath first and since I'm too weak to do it myself, you will assist me."
"Let me get my brother to assist you."
"He is no doubt toiling away on my creation and I do not wish him disturbed."
"Then I shall find Columbia."
"She is out with Eddie, the roar of his motorcycle woke me."
She was out of options.
"But Master, I am not allowed to gaze upon the royal flesh, it is against my duties as a domestic."
"I am weak and queasy, it is your duty to take care of those that are ill, is it not?"
"Yes, Master."
She sat him down on the edge of the tub and turned on the water. She then opened his linen closet removing a washcloth and towel, placing them on the sink before closing the closet. She returned to the running water, feeling it to make sure it was the right temperature, and plugged it up so the water wouldn't drain until her master's bath was through. He removed his robe and slipped into the bathtub as he reached for the liquid that would turn the water into bubbles, but Magenta took it away from him and he pouted.
"Master, you really should be in bed. I do not want you soaking unnecessarily, it could worsen your condition."
He grumbled, but stopped when she turned the water off and knelt beside him on the tiled floor. She dipped the washcloth in the warm water and proceeded to place the liquid soap onto the damp cloth. She grabbed his chin, staring momentarily into his eyes before washing his face and under his chin. She wasn't immune to his gorgeous body, but she had always resisted him, and besides she loved her brother for underneath those ragged clothes was a beautiful creature, fake hump and all. She had finished washing Frank's arms, under arms, back, legs, and was working on cleaning his chest. She was hesitant to go past his navel, but he placed his hand over hers, helping her wash his hardened manhood. She pulled her hand away after a few moments and stood, opening the towel. Frank slowly stood and into the towel that Magenta wrapped him in. She briefly left and came back with a fuzzy black robe. She went to dry him, but he put his hand up and weakly did it himself. When he finished she dressed him in his robe and led him back to his bed, covering him up. She quickly cleaned up the bathroom, drained the tub, and hung up the damp cloths on a towel rack. She went back into the linen closet and pulled out a fleece blanket. She closed it before attending to her master and covered him up with it. She felt his forehead again and frowned.
"Master, I will be back in a few moments, please, rest."
She left his room and scurried downstairs. Frank closed his eyes trying to drift off to sleep, but a few minutes later he began coughing and rushed to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet, retching. He was now beginning to loathe Earth and whichever playmate gave him these wretched germs. He wished his domestic would hurry back from whatever she was doing as he continued to retch.