This is an idea that just popped into my head, and I've always wanted too write a story for Sonny, the offspring of Janet and Frank. ;D Well, here it is. Tell me what you think. Everything goes too Richard O' Brien.

Third person pov. (may change as story grows.)

Sonny Furter walked down the dark street in search of booze and a nice play toy too take home. Makeup set upon his chizzled face, and his ink black curls bounced with every step. A smirk landed on his burgundy lips as he caught sight of a bar and stepped over too it, his large heels clicking on the cement.

"ID, please." Sonny reached into red leather jacket and quickly held it up too the dark skinned bouncer. He nodded, and Sonny quickly placed it back into his pocket and stepped into the door, a Cheshire cat grin becoming his features. People stared at his clothing strangely but he took no heed, placing himself at the bar.

"What would you like, pretty boy?" The bartender sneered at him loudly. Anger flared in the young King, and he pursed his lips in annoyance. Good help is so hard too find on Earth.

"Straight Vodka with ice, hold the chit chat." He sneered too him and the bartender grunted, rubbing a hand through his grease slicked hair. Sonny gagged deep in his throat. And they're disgusting habits are revolting. The man slammed the glass down in front of him and his mood quickly lightened, the grin from before returning. He pulled the cold glass up too his red stained lips and took a sip, smirking as fire rose up his throat. "Thank you, kind sir." The man grunted again but Sonny ignored his, turning around in the bar stool too check out the goodies. A tan male in the corner made out with a tan woman furiously, and Sonny shook his head. Ah young love, wouldn't mind breaking it.

"Hello." He turned too where the voice had came from and a small statured woman sat there, a hand curling into a auburn ringlet. Her purplish blue eyes held uncertainty. Sonny grinned widely at her and gave her his full attention, loving the way she squirmed under his stare. A virgin. Hmm, I could teach her the reigns. He took another sip of his Vodka as a plan had formed. Perfect.

"Well hello there," He said in a sultry voice, folding his right leg over his left knee. "I'm Sonny, Sonny Furter." He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at his last name. "Whats your name, baby?" She bit her lip, and he knew she was turning too putty in his hand.

"I'm Anna, Anna Smith."

"Ah, what a delightful name you have!" He leaned in closer too her ear, breathing cool air over her lobe. "I could moan that day and night." As she whimpered he lightly kissed her neck before pulling back, taking a drink of his alcohol of choice. Anna's face flushed self consciously and rubbed her face with her hand.

"So where are you from?" Sonny rolled his foam green eyes at her lack of confidence, that needed too change too.

"Well, I was born in Denver, moved too a faraway country, and then moved back today." She nodded, biting her rose petal pink lip. "What about you, Anna?" He purred her voice, smirking with his pearly white teeth.

"I've lived here all my life under the rule of Christian baring parents." She sighed out, and immediately flushed at her remark. Sonny nodded, thinking his own mother's parents. Bible thumpers, the lot of them.

"My grandparents were the same way. Thank god my mother turned out differently."

"Oh, who is your mother?" Anna asked, brushing some auburn hair down on her head. He sighed loudly, rolling his eyes at the thought of her.

"Janet Weiss." Her eyes got wide; that didn't shock him. His mother was known as a floozie with a drinking problem. Though she had gotten better with it, that didn't mean she wasn't a slut.

"That slut is your mother?" Anna froze as the words propelled out of her mouth. Sonny raised a brow with tight lips. Slut is a very strong word, and his mother was definitely not a slut. She just had the same thing all Furter's had. Pleasure over everything. " I mean-"

"Please don't insult my blood, Miss Smith. I have a funny way of getting pay back." A wild look came too his eyes and he snorted, chugging down the rest of his drink and standing up, leaving her. He didn't want a virgin anymore, he just wanted too have sex with a well done person that knew how too. He heard Anna yell back too him but he ignored the annoying sound, strutting across the room too a well done man with long black hair. His hand rested on a petite blondes ass cheek, groping it as she giggled in a nasally voice. They were used enough, he thought with a smirk. I could take them both home and use them for something bigger then a virgin fuck.

"Sup pretty boy?" The hunching male said, a drunken smile set onto his lips. Sonny nodded, sitting next too the female. She poked his shoulder and lost it, dropping her glass as it crashed too the floor. Her hand wove into his mound of curls and she squealed at the feel.

"Your hair is so soft!" She yelped out, the freckles on her nose rubbed against each other as she scrunched her face up with glee. Sonny chuckled, slowly grabbed her wrist and placing it down at her side. "Damn, you're beautiful. Like a beauty queen or something." He laughed, rolling his eyes. Of course he was beautiful, he took after his dad in his looks. "I'm Melanie!"

"Sonny Furter, pleased too make your acquaintance." She burst out in laughs again, coughing as she tried too catch her breath.

"The names Fredrick, but everyone calls me Freddy." Sonny pursed his lips and suddenly felt annoyed. Why hadn't he gotten another glass of Vodka before he left? Maybe he could use his advantages without having too get up. A devilish look came onto his features.

"Nice name." He licked his red lips and looked back at Melanie, who stared at him in awe. He winked at her, grabbing her hand and kissing it. "Melanie, would you be so kind as too get me a glass of Vodka?" She squealed in excitement and nodded, standing up and walking imbalanced to the bar. Sonny took his chance and scooted over too Freddy, the cat grin coming too his mouth.

"Hey," Freddy said uncertainly, heart beating faster in his chest. Sonny slowly leaned into his ear, blowing air on his ear lobe. Freddy's face flushed, but he ducked his head down in embarrassment. Why was I feeling this for a drag queen? He felt disgusted with himself. I'm not gay! The young prince pouted beside him, raising an eyebrow.

"Whats wrong, Freddy?" Sonny asked innocently, brushing his hand across his thigh. "Feeling a little, I don't know-" He trailed off, his hand moving upwards at an agonizing pace. Freddy couldn't move his hand away, and he didn't know why. It was as if all fight had left him. "Hot and flustered?" His nails dragged themselves over his jean covered thigh, back and forth. Sonny knew he'd soon crack, they always did.

"Uh-" Freddy's breathing became ragged and he swallowed hard, blinking a few times too try and calm himself.

"Oh baby, don't worry." A hand wrapped around his hard member, rubbing it slowly. "Sonny's got you." Sonny grinned at him, leaning towards his face until there lips connected. Freddy moaned at the contact, lapping up the attention. There tongues fought for dominance and after a moment there kiss ended and Sonny let go, sitting back and acting as if nothing happened.

"What the hell was that?" Freddy asked in the moment of silence, and Sonny shrugged, pulling of his leather jacket and setting it beside him, the black corset he wore matched the one his father wore the night he was created, and the night he was demolished.

"What was what?" He inspected his red manicured nails of any abrasions and smiled when he found none. Freddy snorted, breathing in deeply as his heart pounded roughly in his chest, aching his rib cage.

"You just kissed me!" Sonny rolled his eyes at his stupidity. Of course he did, he was Sonny Furter. He did what he wanted and didn't care who got hurt. He decided too play stupid though, and bite his lips too take the charade.

"Me? No," He muttered, running a hand through his thick mass of curls. "You only wish, honey." Freddy rolled his eyes and shrugged. I definitely have a diva on my hands. He felt his dick twitch in his pants in need of the cross dressers touch, and he stifled a groan. And a emotion confusing one at that. "So, tell me about yourself."

"Uh-" He paused. Sonny wasn't implying anything happened, so why should he? A flood of calm filled him and he brushed off the memory. "I work in a gas station." He simply said, and Sonny sighed.

"How about you and Melanie come back too my house for some dinner?" He whispered too the flustered man beside him in a deep voice, smirking widely.

"I uh- I don't think-" Sonny pressed a finger to his lips, shaking his head.

"Its final, you'll come too dinner." Freddy sighed in defeat, nodding numbly. What am I thinking? What if it happens again? He brushed off the thought, sighing deeply. Like I would let that happen. A squeaky laugh sounded in front of them and Sonny stood up, smirking at her. She held a empty glass, her dress covered in the alcoholic substance.

"Where are we going?" She giggled, dropping the glass in excitement. It landed next too the other broken one. Sonny stepped over it and landed in front of her, sticking his tongue out playfully.

"Dinner ate my place." She nodded and he chuckled, nodding to Freddy. "Come come, it'll be a long walk." Sonny licked his red tinted lips in excitement as he walked the door, the two drunks at his flank. What a fun night this will be.

Hope it was up to RHPS, ST, and ROTOQ's standards! Read and review, everything counts!

-Mk.