Title: Flow Morphia Slow

Author: quillian91

Summery:When the 'Candyman' fails to show up one rainy night, and Riff Raff begins to suffer withdrawal symptoms, the one he despises decides to take care of him. Riff has every reason to be wary…

Disclaimer: I do not own Rocky Horror Picture Show, nor do I own the characters featured in this Fanfiction. They are only being used for amusement and pleasure.


Riff Raff moved further out of reach from the painted nails that lightly stroked the soaking wet fabric of his tailcoat. For the life of him, he couldn't tell what his Master was up to. The man who never touched him… He was making infinitely more contact in the last fifteen minutes than in the last two years. It was unsettling. The only one who ever bothered to touch him at all was Magenta, and on very rare occasions, Columbia. Those irregular nights when he made love to his beautiful sister, there was certainly physical contact. But Magenta had a certain feel to her, one he was extremely familiar with. She was smooth, delicate, graceful, and even when she dug her fingernails into the flesh of his back in a fit of passion, she was quite gentle. Columbia knew of his aversion to being touched, and she kept any contact to a minimum….

No… Riff Raff didn't liked to be touched by anyone other than Magenta. It was a foreign thing to him, the feeling of unfamiliar skin brushing against his own…

To be handled like this by his Master, who never seemed inclined to touch him beyond the occasional harsh backhand… it was upsetting. Riff wasn't sure how to deal with this situation. His stomach and head were in agony, and every movement seemed to come with a spasm….

He wished someone else were in this dark, damp castle… Someone who could distract Frank while he escaped. Someone who Frank could relieve his constrained tension on. Perhaps that was most startling of all. He could see the heat burning on his Masters eyes, the same lust filled gaze that Frank often turned on Columbia or Magenta, or any other guests who were at the manor. Riff was certain that he wouldn't be able to hold off the advances of such a man, who was much stronger than he looked. Already Frank was trying to undress him… It was obvious what came after that. He wouldn't be able to handle this…

"Shh, shh, Riffy…" Frank crooned at Riff Raff, drifting to the bed and inching closer. Green eyes sparkled slightly in anticipation. This was evidently quite a bit of fun for the high-heeled scientist. The hunt was often more fun than the catch itself. An adrenaline rush. Frank was clearly enjoying Riff's vulnerability more than he should, if that smirk was anything to go by.

"…Master, I'll j-just…" Riff Raff paused to swallow heavily, tensing his jaw to try to fight the urge to vomit. "I'll just… go to my r-room and s..sleep…"

The scientist clucked a few times, as if the idea was absolutely absurd.

"Really, Riff Raff, Do I look like a fool? I am very much aware that you're quite ill. I am a scientist, after all! These things do not escape my notice..." Frank grinned and scooted a just the slightest bit closer, on his hands and knees. He resembled nothing more than a large predator, closing in on its cornered meal. "We both know that you can't go anywhere. You're much better off here, and you're in luck! I am feeling rather generous tonight; Riffy. I can stay here to… take care of you."

It was said in a way that were anyone else present to hear it, it would sound quite tender and caring, but Riff Raff could hear the ominous threat underneath it. The green eyes that were lit with a sort of heated passion held a slight spark of warning.

Suddenly, a manicured hand shot out and gripped the lapels of the ratty tailcoat. One strong tug brought Riff Raff much closer than comfort permitted to his Master, who's triumphant grin clearly said: Victory.

"Now! The bed is already a mess, thanks to you, but I really can't allow you to wear that drenched rag! Come here, Riff Raff… I'll help you…"

Riff's stomach lurched and it was all he could do to not vomit on the smirking man in front of him. That would go over like a sack of bricks. Forget the whippings or the beatings, his organs would be volunteered to the creature, Rocky. He would try to stay in control of himself as long as he could… there was no other choice. To surrender would mean giving himself over to the passion-filled Transylvanian, to give in would mean being at the mercy of this sinister man…

Hands pulled Riff closer to the cross-dressed man. Frank ignored the uncomfortable expression on his servants face. Comfort would be received the same way that discomfort would. Why should he go out of his way to make sure his patient (oh, how that word made his groin ache…) was at ease when his efforts would be disregarded? Whatever his servant thought of him right now (and he was certain that those thoughts were quite dark…), he should fully be aware that his kindness didn't extend too far.

Frank slithered one hand to play with the single button of his assistance, tracing it, letting his fingernails click each time he stroked it. Shifting, he drew nearer; eyeing his servant with what he knew was a desiring look. The look of alarm on his servants face was indeed rewarding. He hadn't had this much fun in a long time… not since he had picked out the sexual organs for his creature.

That had been quite enjoyable, finding and propositioning young men. It took a very specific sort of body to be granted that high prestigious honor of being used in this particular science experiment. It hadn't been at all frustrating; finding the correct… well… it had been the exact opposite of the strain of searching for the heart and brain. Oh, it had been a strain, of course… but a different, much more pleasurable, sort of strain. Twelve delectable young men he had seduced, each of them rather lovely. But it had been that last one that had caught his well-trained eye… it was a shame that the rest of that body couldn't have been used. Oh well. The organs would go to good use and… what was that earth saying? Ah, God rest his soul.

However, that was neither here nor there. In fact, thoughts of the late-beauty shouldn't cross his mind, less he forget who it was exactly he was toying with. Toying… it really wasn't more than that. Personally, the assistant in his arms was somewhat repulsive…

Frank examined his servants face with a skillful eye, taking in the gaunt and sallow features, as well as the dark hazel-green eyes that peered at him in panic and nausea. One eye twitched and he could see Riff Raff tense. Ah… so his little assistant was truly ill. He hadn't really thought about it much, preferring instead to take full advantage to his vulnerability. It was nearly orgasmic, seeing his normally stiff and somber servant so exposed and helpless. It turned him on in ways that were rather different than normal. Curious. He had always known that the predator/prey game was extremely exciting, but this… this was positively exhilarating!

He pondered this situation, as Riff Raff closed his eyes in an attempt to regain some form of control. Well, perhaps the man wasn't completely repulsive… he did have a certain… look to him that was at least a little appealing. Or perhaps he was just disgusting, and it was the thrill of this situation that made him attractive. No... That wasn't it. Riff Raff did have a strange sort of charm to him, albeit an unusual one. The dark bags under his eyes stood out against the sunlight deprived pale skin, and his eyes were rather sunken in. His nose was rather narrow and pointed, lending an even more sinister look to the already haunted appearance. As did the high cheekbones that sharply stood out…

No, Riff Raff was certainly not the most eye-catching man Frank had ever laid eyes on, but he wasn't… too unsightly.

Riff's legs kicked slightly, now far beyond his control. His stomach was churning, threatening to empty itself of its contents. He wished for not the first time that he had never ever taken that terrible drug. He had read about addictions in his reading of earth customs. After all, much of the world was addicted to drugs. But he had never expected this. It was as if every defense he had was shattered in mere seconds, leaving him wide open for any attacks…

And of course, his Master had been the one to spot the open spot and take full advantage of it, teasing him and torturing him in his own special way. How sadistic. Riff Raff never had any qualms about his Masters lack of morals, but even this was a new blow. He felt… used. And he was being used. The man didn't want him, of course not! Frank found him repulsive and found him a necessary annoyance. Perhaps it would be somewhat different if Frank had actually wanted him, but this… this was not want. It was cruel. This was little more than his Master seeing his weakness and exploiting it.

And through all of this, he could hardly concentrate on the man in front of him for more than a moment. Let him take what little there was for the taking. Riff Raff knew that his body was hardly appealing. What Magenta ever saw in him, he would never know. In his opinion, he was dreadful inside and out. Let his Master take his flesh. It didn't matter right now. There were much more pressing issues. This complete need that surged in him… it was pure torture. His hands clenched and unclenched as if trying to grab that wonderful release. Riff wanted it… he had to have it… Without it, he would surely die before the weekend was over. His mind couldn't take this for much longer. If only the car had shown up, then this would never have happened! If only he hadn't tried that controlling drug, than he never would have been in this position…

His stomach lurched, and this time, he wouldn't be able to hold it. With strength he didn't know he possessed, he shoved Frank away from him. Tripping out of the bed, he blindly stumbled to the lavatory door that was hidden behind a velvet drape.

He could vaguely hear the clicking of heels behind him and he miserably lost the contents of his stomach, giving into the demands his body had begged for. Things were not going well at all this night… He was so very glad Magenta was not here to see him like this. She would be so very worried for him, a frown marring that beautiful face of hers. It was humiliating and degrading, him on his hands and knees like this. His hair, still wet from his hours in the storm, was plastered to his back, and he was thankful that it didn't hang in his face. This was mortifying. The fact that his Master was leaning against the doorframe didn't make it any better. He didn't even need to look to know that Frank's dark red lips were drawn into a smirk and that his eyes were glittering in cruel amusement.

Dry heaving continued for some time until, finally, Riff leaned against a dark purple cabinet, completely spent. He took deep, gasping breaths, feeling far too hot. Sweat beaded down his forehead and dripped down his long pointed nose. His mouth tasted of stomach acid, and the trembling had only gotten worse…

He cracked an eye open and glanced at the man in the doorway. Frank had a thoughtful expression on his face, as if in deep thought. Noticing that Riff's hazel-green eyes were looking at it, the scientist sneered lightly. Obviously, Riff Raff had quickly gone out of his Masters favor. Picking at a bright red nail, he spoke.

"How pitiable of you… catching some silly Earth illness. Of course, it would be you... You never were as strong as the rest of us. So weak and pathetic… I am quite surprised you haven't collapsed like this already. I expected you too, you know. I was sure that the first whipping would send you sniveling to your sister." He paused here, examining his well-manicured hands, glancing over at Riff Raff cruelly. "I'll leave you here, curled up on the tile floor. Feel free to use the bed… if you can make it there, that is…"

Heels clicked as the smug scientist left the room, allowing the curtain to fall back and cover the doorway.

Riff Raff stared after Frank, his jaw tense and his fingers curled tightly into fists. He knew that the Master couldn't last long in his presence without taunting him. It had been too good to be true. How he hated the man... how he despised him. Only Frank could make this terrible situation even worse. His words had stung, though Riff hated to admit it. It was as if all his fears had been laid bare for the man to use as he saw fit. In this case, they made a perfect weapon, and Frank, talented in the art of cruelty, had easily attacked. His own insecurities had betrayed him. Shot with his own gun…

Riff Raff weakly jumped as the sounds of experimenting floated from the lab. Frank would just continue on, unconcerned about the man who lay on his lavatory floor. He didn't know why he should be so surprised. The scientist never helped him after a beating. Usually, after a bad whipping, Frank would storm into the Zen Room to cool off. Riff was often left huddled in laboratory. Sometimes, if the beating was particularly brutal, his Master would summon either Magenta or Columbia to assist him to his room, never even sparing him a glance.

Perhaps, though, he expected something else after this beating. And a beating it was. A Verbal Beating. After the lusting actions of Frank when cornering Riff Raff on the bed, the change in the man was startling. He had seen all emotions of his Master, from anger, to lust, to passion, to frustration… they could all change in the blink of an eye. Lust or passion had never been aimed at him, however, and he had been completely thrown off guard.

Riff dropped his head on the deep purple cabinet, wincing as his leg involuntarily kicked out and hit the side of the four-person bathtub. He hated this. He hated everything about this situation. Frank had been wrong about him being sick, but he hadn't been that far off. The insults still fit, if you substituted Ill for Drug-Withdrawal. It was truly pathetic of him to get addicted to some ridiculous Human drug. So very foolish. Magenta would be so very disappointed in him. She had expressed her opinion about them quite clearly that first night…

He hated to let Magenta down, more than anything. He hated being controlled by this horrible drug… It had done so much for him though. He couldn't imagine not having it again. It had been a part of him for nearly two years… Two years in which Magenta and he had completely and utterly loved each other. Before they came to Earth, they had been in love, of course, but here, they realized how much they truly needed each other. In the house together with a Mad Man, each other were all they had.

Still, he needed this human drug… It had done so much for him. Without it, he was nothing. Magenta would despise him for lying to her like this.

Riff Raff took a few deep, calming breaths. He couldn't stay here, pathetically slumped on the floor like this. Frank would just love that, entering his private bathroom to see his servant still trembling on the tile floor. Was Drug Withdrawal supposed to be this terrible? He wasn't human, after all. He was a Transylvanian. Two very different species. He knew it was a bad idea to try an Earth Drug. He should have listened to Magenta, who showed her distaste immediately. Frank was right. She was stronger than him. She didn't need a drug for self-improvement. He couldn't imagine there was a being anymore beautiful or graceful than her. The same, however, couldn't be said about him…

Riff reached out an arm and grabbed a hold of the edge of the purple counter. His arms were shaking; his fingers spasming …holding on was quite difficult. It took a few tried to heave himself into an upright position, and even then, he had to lean heavily on the cabinet. He was sweating like mad…

With a quaking hand, he filled the sink with cold water and splashed his face a few times, rinsing his mouth out as well, removing the disgusting taste of bile. At least his stomach was no empty. A repeat of this experience wasn't preferable. The cold water felt wonderful against his burning skin. A mirror was in front of him, and he wearily stared into it at his reflection. He looked like death warmed over. A corpse. His eyes were hallow and sunken with dark circles underneath them. His skin was a pasty sheet white, lack of any normal coloring. His cheekbones jutted out sharply under his flesh. The top of his balding head shone in the light and his hair drooped limply about his shoulders, thin and greasy.

He looked like a skull. His normally somber appearance had gotten even more grotesque, if that was possible. What did his Magenta see in him? She could do so much better. He knew Frank frequently slept with his sister… he heard the sounds of they're lovemaking coming from her chambers. Sometimes, Columbia even joined in with them. The three moans would carry into his bedroom and keep him up all night, his mind and heart racing with fury and jealousy. Magenta wasn't in a position to decline Frank's advances. If he wanted sex, there was very little she could do to stop him. He could be extremely persuasive when the mood hit him…

But his sister… his lovely, beautiful sister… She could have both Frank and Columbia at any moment. He knew she held a secret passion for the Man, and the high-pitched groupie was such a good friend that they played together quite intimately. Why then did she even bother with him? Incest, even of Transsexual, was still frowned upon. Why would she risk being shunned just to shag her repulsive, callous Brother?

Riff Raff frowned at the mirror and turned away, taking a deep breath as he did so. He felt fairly sure that he could manage his way over to the large silk covered bed. Frank may not have thought he had the strength to even move, but determination to regain some sort of control over the situation summoned up what little energy he had left. Frank had been right about one thing though… His coat did need to go. It was soaking wet and the last thing he needed was to get truly sick…

Sighing, he began to tug the drenched and sodden fabric from his slumping shoulders. His skin prickled as the air hit it. His body heat had warmed the wet material and he felt quite chilly without it. As Riff pulled the coat off all the way, a very large bundle of cloths fell out the back. Ahh, that did feel good. That ridiculous hump he was required to wear. It didn't seem that heavy at first, but wearing it for hours, sometimes days strained his shoulders.

Frank had been so taken with Earth that he had watched those Double Features in the closest drive-in Theatre. Convinced that his servants should fit in, he had arranged them 'proper' earth clothes. His uniform was rather incomplete, only having one spat, and no shirt. Magenta's uniform was, of course, a maid's outfit. Frank expected them to take they're roles quite seriously, and after doing it for nearly ten years, it was becoming a second habit to bring his Master a glass of wine whenever he could feel the man's frustration. However, Magenta had a rather tougher time with her duties. She hadn't ever cleaned a day in her life and it definitely showed.

Riff Raff let the tailcoat fall into a heap on the floor. He didn't bother to pick the rags up. He knew Frank wouldn't be coming back into the bathroom any time soon. Not until it was cleaned. He was certain that he himself would be commanded to sterilize it, sick or not.

His legs kicked awkwardly as he took a few jerking steps towards the door of the lavatory. Pulling the drape back, Riff glanced around the abandoned bedroom. Nothing had changed much. The bed was rumpled from Frank trying to seduce him… the large curtains that opened into the laboratory were halfway closed, darkening the room slightly. There was a silk robe lying on the bed, though, that had not been there before. It was one of the many spare ones, a creamy white color. Embroidered rose petals graced the front while a thorn-stemmed rose was stitched into the back.

Riff couldn't help but scowl. Pushing the robe off the bed, he kicked his shoes off, not even bothering to untie them or undo his single spat. He was about to collapse and he knew he would never make it to the elevator under these conditions. He was shivering now, his skin icy cold. Why was it always so frozen in this Castle? There were fireplaces for the sole purpose of heating….

He climbed into bed, letting a soft moan as he sunk into the warm, deep mattress. Riff drew the silk sheets up to his chin, curling up into a tight, miserable ball. The rest of his clothing was still damp, which was rather uncomfortable, but he refused to strip any farther. Exposing his back and arms like this was uncomfortable enough…

The sounds of cursing floated into the darkened room. His Master was obviously having trouble with his Creature. Finding the exact way to build the muscle so that it would actually project strength instead of just bulk was causing a lot of unseen difficulties. He had been helping with the formulas recently, and he had wanted to pull what little hair he had left out. Although he didn't exactly approve of this scientific breakthrough being used as a mere Sex Toy, he was honored to be involved with the process. As long as 'Rocky' acted in a manner that remotely resembled human, he would be satisfied…

"I'll build you with muscle, Rocky! Make no mistake about that. We'll get there soon, and then you shall be born!" The enthusiastic voice registered in Riff Raff's tired brain, but all he could do was blink drowsily. A loud crash made him jolty slightly, but in moments, his eyes fell shut.

And Riff Raff fell into a restless, trembling sleep.


To Be Continued...