Author's note: Thanks for the reviews! I was particularly interested in reading what people thought of this story, since so many here are major Riff/Magenta fans. Glad it seems to meet with your approval.
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Of course Riff Raff never discussed it with Magenta. To this day, she was completely unaware he knew she lost her virginity to Frank. Before she and Riff Raff first made love, a few months after her experience with Frank, she tried to lead him to believe – without actually saying it – that her "first time" had been with a considerably less intimidating rival, a shy boy in her class who'd had a crush on Magenta since their earliest childhood years. He pretended to believe her, but her deception stung him to the core – even though it was done with love, and was obviously intended to increase his confidence. He realized she was afraid he would crumble under the pressure if he knew who his predecessor really was. It was not one of his happier revelations.
The only real consolation he could take was that apparently Frank was telling the truth when he said their encounter meant no more to Magenta than it did to him. Despite Magenta's self-possession, she could never hide emotional pain from Riff Raff…and none was in evidence. He didn't understand why she didn't feel the need for her loss of virginity to be an expression of love as well as lust – utterly failing to realize Magenta's pragmatic attitude was much more typically Transylvanian than his own romanticized view – but nonetheless he was almost proud of her ability to use Frank for her own pleasure the same way Frank used her for his. Almost.
Magenta may not have suffered any emotional repercussions from her liaison with Frank, but Riff Raff couldn't say the same. The memory of that night wedged in his mind like a particularly annoying pebble he couldn't remove from his shoe, growing ever more irritating as the years passed. He couldn't believe it when he and Magenta were assigned to accompany Frank on the mission to Earth. It was his ultimate nightmare come true. It had been difficult enough hating Frank at a distance; it was immeasurably worse having to hate him at such close range.
Particularly in the beginning, he kept a close eye on Frank and Magenta, looking for any evidence of new sexual activity between them. He saw nothing. Frank concentrated on a seemingly endless succession of Earthling lovers – for research purposes, as he put it – and Magenta continued her relationship with Riff Raff. Apparently the encounter, for all its apparent passion, didn't make enough of an impact for them to feel any particular compulsion to repeat it.
Until that very morning. Riff Raff had walked into the laboratory to make sure everything was in place for Rocky's creation that evening…and there it was, the scene he'd been both expecting and dreading since Magenta first lost her virginity to Frank. He observed Frank and Magenta entangled on the floor, still dressed but apparently in the throes of passion. He bolted out of the room, unable to deal with what he'd just seen.
It was at this point he took refuge in his workshop, ostensibly to finish the building of a table, but really just to escape to a place he knew he would be left alone. What he had witnessed undermined every hard-earned bit of self-esteem he'd managed to acquire over the years. How many liaisons had there been between Frank and Magenta he just hadn't discovered? He couldn't imagine how Frank could find the time, between all the Earthlings and his lab work, but Riff couldn't believe he'd managed to stumble on the one and only time they'd been together.
The more he thought, the angrier he got. Frank must have picked up on Magenta's relationship with Riff Raff, and couldn't stand the thought she'd prefer to be with someone other than him. After all, what could she say if he ordered her to have sex with him? She was a mere servant, without recourse. Magenta couldn't possibly want to be with Frank, especially after she saw how he treated the brother she loved. Yes, it had to be all Frank's fault.
Just as he reached the breaking point, it came to him. It was a notion so perfect, so justifiable, so right, that he felt his anguish float away like a helium balloon released into the azure sky. At last, Frank would pay. Oh, yes, he'd pay. Frank may think tonight will be his ultimate triumph. He has no idea who will be standing triumphant in the end.
It was a bit ironic, really. Had Riff Raff stayed just a few seconds longer, or arrived just a wee bit later, the scene would have looked quite different. He would have seen Frank struggle to his feet, snapping at Magenta to please watch where she was going in future. He would have seen Magenta glare at Frank, daggers in her eyes, as he stalked off. In short, he would have realized he'd seen the aftermath of an accidental collision, not an erotic interlude.
However, it was not to be. In life…and death…timing is everything.
