Just a little warning. There's some guy on guy kissing in this chapter, but it's Frank N Furter so that shouldn't surprise anybody.
Also, I know it looks like I have a lot of OCs in this story, but I assure you that none of them are going to be main characters.
Don't own.
Hope you enjoy.
Officer Stevens paced the room. He was uncomfortable, and the feeling was getting worse with every minute that went by. He kept sending accusatory looks at the alien in the bed.
Frank had calmed down considerably and was resting with his eyes closed.
Stevens wanted to feel hatred, fear, and disgust towards the unusual creature, but with every glance, those feelings ebbed away. The problem was that the 'creature' didn't look unusual at all. He looked like any other man, if a little on the soft side. He was also a trauma victim, the evidence of which was obvious on any area that was not covered by the hospital gown or blankets.
Soon the Cop's glances turned into a gaping stare. Frank had nothing going for him. He was male, bandaged, bruised, and not even human. He wasn't doing anything other than being unconscious, but he still managed to be the most delicious looking thing...
Officer Stevens shook his head. He remembered the doctor mentioning telepathy. The knowledge that he was simply being effected by alien mind control actually comforted him, however it didn't stop the feeling that an invisible magnet was pulling his body towards the bed. He gulped, rushed to the window, and opened it in the hopes that the fall air might alleviate the pressure in the room. One of his hands sneaked up to the collar of his uniform and undid the top few buttons in attempt to find relief.
There was a soft whispering.
The Cop turned around so fast that he lost his balance and had to grab the windowsill to avoid falling.
Frank's head shifted. His eyes were still closed and he was muttering brokenly. He was asleep, caught in a dream.
Step by step the Cop got closer, holding his breath so as to catch what Frank was saying. Frank shifted again, though he couldn't move far. That settled Officer Steven's fear enough to come right up to the bed. He was fascinated, captivated. He couldn't look away if he wanted to.
More whispering.
He still couldn't hear.
Slowly so slowly he leaned over. Closer and closer, until...
A pair of lips met his own.
With a cry of disgust, Officer Stevens leapt back. He vigorously scrubbed his mouth with his sleeve and then snarled at the offender. Realizing that Frank was wide awake and laughing seductively, his face turned red and he yelled, "What the hell man! What's wrong with you?"
"Absolutely nothing at all," Frank purred, "Except that you're too scrumptious to look at but not touch."
The Cop shuddered and took three steps back. "I'm not gay," he said firmly.
"Then it's a good thing I'm not much of a man," Frank countered with his womanly voice.
The magnet was on again, and Stevens didn't even notice that he was moving closer once more. As he stood over the prone figure he panted and shook and fought with every fiber of his being to back away. He really needed to hit the Bran Flakes though, because a second later he took a grip on the bar of the bed and leaned forward.
As soon as he was in range, Frank was attacking the side of his face and his neck with gentile kisses. He moaned and reciprocated, relishing in the little noises of pleasure the creature beneath him was making. He was not a virgin, but not even his wildest dreams could compare to the sensations that Frank was able to coax with nothing more than a touch of the lips. Because of this, when he heard a whisper of, "Undo the restraints," in his ear it seemed like an excellent idea. Just imagine the ecstasy that Frank's hands could bring.
It was the smooth feel of a leather strap against his fingertips that brought him back to realizing what he was about to do. Suddenly visions of every sci-fi film he had ever watched gave him the strength he needed to break away.
Frank made a frustrated whimper and strained towards the Cop as far as the restraints would allow. That wasn't very far, so he settled for pouting.
Officer Stevens gulped and made a mental grasp at sanity, managing to gain enough of a finger hold to realize he should call for Detective Craig, but when he pulled his radio from his belt, the alien spoke up, "You're going to call Tim over so he can spoil our fun?"
"I'm not having fun," the Cop responded. He was about to speak into the device, but Frank cut him off.
"Au contraire," he said. "I think you quite enjoyed it. Besides, what are you going to tell him? That you lost your head and made out with the 'thing' (as you so charmingly put it)? I'm sure that will go over well."
"You shut up!" Officer Stevens pointed the radio at Frank like an accusatory finger. "It's you're fault! You're to blame. You used some sort of... of... Jedi mind trick on me!"
One of Frank's eyebrows arched. "Darling, I have no idea what you're talking about." This wasn't a lie. Though he could understand what was meant by 'mind trick,' he didn't recognize the word 'Jedi.'
"Don't give me that." The Cop tried to sound forceful, but the hunger in his eyes and the quaking of his knees were giving him away. His momentary resistance was fading fast.
Frank gazed at him with artificially honest sympathy and made a 'tut' noise with his tongue. "Give you what? Why do you keep fighting this pleasure. I can see you want it, you crave it, and you can't deny it."
And indeed he couldn't. The bit his lower lip and shuffled his feet uncomfortably, then he ever so slowly placed his radio back into its spot on his belt.
"That's it. Come closer."
He did as he was told and soon was in the exact same position he had been in moments before. After a couple of seconds Frank grunted over his inability to move. "Release one of my hands," he breathed. "I want to touch you."
Stevens was nibbling on his ear and only paused long enough to say, "No."
"Why not?" he whined. "It's only one hand. What can I do to a strong man like you with only one hand? Well, that you don't want."
Stevens paused. Frank did have a point, and he was past fear or reason. He obeyed and undid the buckle that held Frank's left hand in place.
Immediately the hand caressed the fabric of his uniform as it made it's way up to his neck.
Frank captured the young man's mouth in a passionate kiss while he undid a couple more of his buttons. Once enough neck was exposed he placed his palm flat against the Adam's apple and sought out a pulse with his fingers on one side and his thumb on the other. He knew what he was doing, and quickly found the spots he wanted.
While keeping Stevens distracted with the kiss, he gently pushed his fingers upwards against the carotid arteries and slowly increased pressure in a way that wouldn't cause pain or alarm, but would still cut off blood flow to the brain. Gravity and the Cop's own eagerness ensured that he wouldn't be able to escape, and by the time he realized something was wrong he was too lightheaded to react. A moment later he blacked out.
At first Frank felt trapped. The body collapsed on top of him and his arm was pinned against his chest. Summoning up what little strength he had left he pushed up so that the Cop slid off him onto the floor.
Frank closed his eyes and placed his newly freed hand over his face. He needed to take several deep breaths as he fought an internal battle against the anxiety, fear, and lust that were wreaking havoc on his frayed psyche. Finally he calmed down enough to realize he didn't have much time.
Fortunately the straps that held him were just the usual hospital fare, and removing them was as easy as undoing a belt. Once he was free he fiddled with the bar on one side of his bed until it went down. He gingerly swung his legs over and stood up. He was wobbly, but the rush of endorphins his little episode with the police officer had caused was keeping the pain at a manageable level. He didn't know how long that would last. He would have to move quickly if he wanted to get out of there before he collapsed.
He stumbled to the door, opened it, and cautiously poked his head out. There were people coming and going, but none of them were familiar. None of them would know to look for him, or think that he was an escaping prisoner. He stepped out and, bracing himself against the wall, started making his way to freedom.
At first he followed the nearest exit sign, but that led to disaster. After staggering down two hallways, he found himself at an emergency exit. Even in his exhausted state, his mind only took a fraction of a second to deduce that if he went out that door an alarm would go off, someone would likely check why, and he might get caught. That and he had no idea what to do once he was outside. He was in no condition to drive, and didn't have a vehicle anyways.
His heart rate was rising once more, but he stubbornly forced it back down. He would find a way out of this. Intuition told him to head for the front doors instead, so that was what he was going to do.
He went back the way he came and then spotted a couple wearing normal clothes coming out of one of the rooms. It was safe to assume they were visiting someone and were on their way out. He followed.
His guides disappeared into an elevator, which shut before he could get to it. He sighed and went to the nearest window to confirm that he was on the third floor. Before he could push the 'down' button he heard a voice that made his blood freeze.
"He's awake? Well that's good."
It was the gruff and unmistakable voice of Detective Craig!
"There's no sign of him yet. No, that would cause a panic!"
Frank looked around and dove for the nearest door. He shut it behind himself just as the Detective rounded the corner. Holding his breath, he listened as the dreaded voice got closer. It passed the door and kept going.
Frank exhaled and rested his forehead against the door as relief overtook him.
"You?"
With a shrill scream, Frank jumped away from the source of the sudden intrusion. He stumbled a few paces along the wall and then went down.
The fall jarred him badly. He couldn't see for the pain that was lancing up his spine, and when his vision finally returned it only made him feel worse.
The person who had accosted him was standing there, staring with frightened eyes. He recognized her at once. She was the nurse who had removed the IV from his arm.
To make things worse, there was a sharp knock at the door and Detective Craig's voice called in. "Everything alright in there?"
Frank was frozen to the spot, unable to do anything more than breath. This was as far as he was getting. He knew it. He didn't have to try and move to tell that he had reached the end of his endurance. He watched the nurse. When she tore her eyes from him and went to answer the door, he hung his head in defeat.
The nurse opened the door and smiled at Detective Craig. "I'm fine," she said.
"Really? Because I'm sure I heard a scream."
She stepped back enough that he could see the three patients in the room and the hissing machines they were hooked up to. "Coma ward," she explained. "They have muscle spasms sometimes, and one caught me by surprise. Sorry if I scared you." She shook her head and hid her face with her hand. "I am so embarrassed."
"Nah, it's fine." The Detective gave her one of his kindly smiles. "You take care now. Have a nice night."
"You too," she said as he walked off.
She shut the door and sighed. She turned to find Frank watching her warily from his sprawled position on the floor. It was apparent that the only reason he was still upright was because his back was against the wall.
"You're name is Frank, right?"
He didn't answer, just looked her up and down. His face was filled with questions.
The nurse went closer and kneeled next to him. The hospital gown he was wearing left him somewhat exposed, and she observed his damaged body with concern. She didn't bother asking if he was alright. She knew he wasn't.
Instead she asked, "Are you really an alien?"
Again he didn't answer.
She sighed and ran her fingers though her hair. "Do you... do you know what the Government will do to you if they take you?"
"No," he said, "and I would rather not find out."
She nodded. "I know. My name is Linda. I'm going to help you escape."
