Don't own it, blah blah blah... Thanks for the reviews everyone, you all rock lots and lots! And yes, the strawberries are hot.

I feel the need to clear up a few things... No, Riff Raff is not a Vampire. Goodness gracious no. He bit his sister's neck pretty damn hard in the movie, and I imagine there was blood involved, but that's just expressing a healthy interest in S&M. Also, I'm now putting lines in to separate the two time frames (like the one below) because I think it gets confusing working out whether they are in the castle or at home.

Please read and review! Review's brighten my day. There's at least three more installments written and waiting to be uploaded so I promise there's more to come. By the way, I'm glad to know I'm getting so many people hot and bothered.


Magenta stepped out of the shower and dried herself off, wrapping her hair up in a fluffy black towel. She took her silk robe from it's place behind the bathroom door and slipped into it, tying the knot loosely. She dried her hair roughly for a few seconds so that it scrunched and curled up tightly and regarded herself in the mirror. She didn't like her face without makeup. Her eyes were wide and she thought it made her look vulnerable. She would always reapply her eye makeup at least, before leaving the bathroom in case she came across anyone else.

When she had made herself up to the extent that she felt satisfied, she shook her hair about one more time and ran her fingers through her untamed locks before exiting the bathroom in search of a hairdryer. She didn't notice her brother sat on the edge of the bed at first, and jumped when he stood up. She glanced at him questioningly, then at the bowl of strawberries. Her eyes lit up in delight.

"Where did you get them?" She asked, when he picked one up and held it to her lips. She took it eagerly.

"Columbia." Her brother said, smiling at his sister's rapture. "She's… gone off the taste."

"Mmm," She licked her lips clean of the juice, "Not nearly as delicious as Transylvanian strawberries but still…" She sat down on the bed and he fed her another. "They're pretty good." She bit into one of the fattest fruits and let the juice run down her chin. Riff Raff caught her eye and grinned, licking her lips clean for her. Magenta suddenly didn't care about the hairdryer anymore and leapt on top of her brother, her eyes flashing with an appetite that would definitely not be satisfied by strawberries. She tore off his hideous butler jacket and ripped open his shirt, breathing in his scent and devouring his lips with her own. Magenta's hunger was almost insatiable in moments like this, and Riff Raff was perfectly happy to become a slave to her desires for as long as she required it of him. She pulled at his belt and he reached up to undo the carelessly tied knot on her bathrobe, their lips never leaving one and other. His hands tangled in her hair, hers explored every last inch of his body, reading him like a kind of brail. His body spoke to her in more ways than anyone in the world could ever imagine, and she knew that no one else could ever experience such absolute pleasure, such desperate love between two people.


Magenta's head pounded when she was woken by Ayana's transmission. She sat up groggily and staggered over to the computer turning it on begrudgingly.

"Oh, I see you've had a productive night then." Ayana said, grinning.

Magenta frowned, "Why?"

"You're naked."

Magenta couldn't find the energy for shame first thing in the morning, and shrugged dismissively. "So are you." She pointed out. Ayana looked down at herself in surprise.

"Oh," She laughed, "No, I just got out of the shower, see?" She stood up so that Magenta could see the green towel wrapped around her body. "Anyway, did you ask Riff Raff? Between all the sex I mean."

"Yes."

"And?"

"And he hasn't answered yet."

Ayana looked distressed. "He hasn't? Ugh. Men. Well get him to answer quickedy quick. I've got three VIP passes to Vortex tonight, and you're coming."

"We are?"

"Yes. It's in the city. It's very low key and underground. Everyone's got something to hide in Vortex; you'll fit right in. Meet me at the station at nine and I'll sort us a ride." Ayana grinned, "See you then." She disappeared and the image on the screen crackled and died.

Magenta blinked twice, running the conversation over in her mind a few times to make sure she got it right. Vortex. Station. Nine. Riff Raff. She rolled off the chair and went headed back into the bedroom intending on curling up in her brother's arms and getting a few more hours of sleep. She was highly disgruntled when she saw him sitting on the edge of the bed buttoning his shirt up. She whined childishly and threw herself onto the bed, gripping the back of his shirt and trying in vain to pull him back down with her. He turned to look at her and couldn't help but smile at the over-exaggerated look of pain on her face. She shut her eyes in denial and moaned some more as if him getting dressed was the most unfair thing in the world. To Magenta, it was.

"Do not contort your face like that," he said, teasingly, "You destroy your beauty." She opened her eyes immediately and straightened out every line in her face, so that her expression was demure once more. He stared at her for a few seconds before turning his attention back to his shirt buttons. She remained unaffected for a moment more before hoisting herself upright again, pursing her lips in annoyance.

"You never answered my question." She said, setting her jaw in defiance. She knew he would try and leave without giving an answer. "Don't you want to take me out?" Her lip quivered and she bit it hard. She hated her volatile emotions sometimes. Try as she may, she couldn't hide her disappointment. Luckily for her, it was her inability to hide her sadness that tore at Riff Raff's heart. He worried what people would think of his sister, what they would say to her, but at the same time he couldn't bring himself to hurt her by saying no.

"Of course I do." He said quietly. "When I get back tonight we will go wherever you wish."

"Vortex." Magenta said immediately. She rocked back and forth in excitement on the bed. "Ayana has VIP passes." Riff Raff didn't look convinced. "It'll be fine, I swear. She knows what she's doing."

"But do you?" He asked, standing up in irritation. She said nothing, but watched him pacing the room. "Anyone could see you out with me Magenta. Anyone. And if the wrong people knew…"

"What? What could happen? There'd be more rumours? More whispering? Why do you care about that?" Magenta felt tears welling up in her eyes and blinked them away. She couldn't understand why her brother wanted to hide their love so strongly. All she saw was his shame.

"I don't care about that." Riff Raff spat, "Of course I don't care. I'd be proud to have you on my arm wherever I go, you know that Magenta. But if my superiors discovered us… if there was proof that it was more than just a rumour… I would never become a General."

"A General? This is about your job?" Magenta was becoming angry. "You work all day long, and well into the night. If work is really that important to you then-"

"Don't be such a fool. The only reason I work all day long and into the night is for you. I want to get you out of here Magenta, I don't want you to grow old here. If I become a General I get chambers in the City, all the privileges of the gentry… and so do you. This is not the life we were born for!" Riff Raff slammed his hands against the wall with such force that a crack appeared in the plaster. He remained there, frozen in desperation and helplessness with his head resting on his hands against the plaster in despair. Magenta was ashamed of her selfishness and stood up, unsure of how best to comfort her brother and apologise for her harsh words. She approached him carefully, because he was volatile and unstable at times, and would lash out if she wasn't careful. She was the same way. She ran her fingers down his back and rested her hand on his side, ducking under his arms so that she could wrap hers around him. Without her shoes on her head barely came up to his chin, and she fitted perfectly to his form, resting her head on his chest. The feeling of her hands running up and down his back soothed him, and he soon lifted his own head from his hands and wrapped her up in his arms, his beautiful naked angel.

"I trust Ayana's word." Magenta said finally, not breaking their embrace. "I really do. I don't think she would let anything bad happen."

"You make her sound like a goddess, answering prayers." Riff Raff remarked, astonished that his sister would trust anyone else so implicitly. She was always so distrusting of strangers, convinced they had ulterior motives of some sort.

"I pray every night that I will one day hold you in my arms without having to hide behind closed doors." Magenta said in response, her voice muffled against his chest. She was listening to his heartbeat and swaying to it's rhythm. Everything was a dance to her in the end. Riff Raff lifted her head up to face him and bowed his head to kiss her lips. She returned the kiss eagerly and it ended all to soon. Their eyes met and he smiled. All was forgiven.

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