First of all, I have to thank my beloved reviewers for keeping me going on with the story! Thank you, Magenta-Skye and Richard (even though we haven`t met)!
The next days I`m hardly able to upload some new chapters, because I have some gigs and that means that I have to travel around for quite a few days. Nevertheless, I`m glad about every review! Hopefully, I`ll be able to go online...

**Warning: this chapter contains sexual contents. So please, stop reading at an instant if you`re not allowed to know about such things! Thank you!**

Conversations

He was peeking out from behind the opened castle-door.

First he had wondered at the opened door, but then he felt the urge to hide up.
Luckily, that hide-and-seek had not been in vain because two silhouettes standing outside arouse his suspicion.
He couldn`t exactly tell who it was, but their behaviour said it all.
The way they were talking in a low voice – almost inaudible for him for he was standing too far away, they way their heads were close to each other all the time and last but not least the way both of them warily looked round every now and then.

He squinted in an attempt to identify the two figures, but it was fruitless.
All he could see was one of them shaking his head while the other person made no move. Suddenly, the person that had just shook his head bowed slightly and turned around to the castle.

Frank ducked out of sight and waited.

Riff Raff was slowly walking the path that was leading to the castle.
The weathered leaves were rustling under his steps and it sounded as if they were whispering something incomprehensible to him.

What should he do?

First he would have to consult with Magenta. There were too many unanswered questions.
Should he have told Sir Collins that Frank was not the real prince? Should he have told him that he himself was the actual heir to the throne?
Would the alliance going to kill him too?
Most of all, what`s his connection with the Queen? What`s his connection with Frank? Were they truly siblings? He would never be able to kill his own blood...
What if the Queen would be overturned – would he still have the title to the throne?

While Riff Raff was deep in thoughts, he managed to claim the stairs that were leading into the castle.

"You`ve promised me that you will never tell anyone about it."

Columbia nodded and sniffled audibly – still staring at her hands that were resting in her lap.

Magenta was right.
Days ago they both had vowed that they would never give their little secret away.
Nevertheless, what if...

"What if our plan fails?" Columbia blurted out and managed to focus her reddened eyes on Magenta who was sitting at the dressing table – looking everything but gracious.
"Oh Columbia," Magenta sighed and her voice softened. She was not able to be angry with the girl for more than a few days.
She shook her head and took a seat at the bed, taking the groupie`s head into her lap.
"Our decision was not just a gut reaction," she caressed Columbia`s cheek softly. "We both had our reasons."
"I know," Columbia whispered, "but tonight he killed Eddie."
"Columbia, until this evening you didn`t even know that Eddie was still alive, as did I."

There was a short silence between the women while they were both deep in thoughts.

"Now go to sleep," Magenta suddenly demanded and laid the groupie`s head down at the pillow. "You need to rest."

Then, she raised and went to the door. As she opened the door she turned around.
"It was for the best, believe me, but do not talk to anyone about it," she said and closed the door behind her, leaving the girls-room in complete darkness.

"Another one of your business associates?"

Riff Raff spun around at the familiar voice.

Frank on his part smiled evilly and slammed the door behind his servant shut by kicking it sharply with his feet. It closed with a loud bang that was certainly echoing through entire the castle.
It didn`t matter because all the guests had departed.

"I am sorry, master?" Riff Raff dared to ask. He just needed some time to think about a proper answer.
"Oh, I`m terribly sorry, but your ears seemed to be affected by that loud bang," Frank moved closer, his arms folded at his chest.
As he was standing right in front of Riff Raff he leaned his head forward so his face was now close to his servant`s face.
"DID YOU HAVE A BUSINESS APPOINTMENT OUTSIDE?" he shouted every single word as if talking to someone being deaf.
Riff Raff didn`t dare to move. He just stared into his master`s eyes.
"I was just talking to the motorcyclist," he lied.

"I see," Frank said nonchalantly and stepped back, arms still folded.
"Is there a guest missing?"
Riff Raff blinked in confusion.
"No, master, all the guests had departed," he answered although he knew what Frank was trying to imply. "It was just an old friend of mine."

Frank kept on staring but didn`t say anything.
He needed to find out what was going on behind his back, but he also knew that pure violence would be everything but a soar away success. Therefore it was time for a different strategy.

His facial impressions softened as he walked slowly and gracefully towards his servant.
This was his best method for getting everything he wanted – so why not using this special facility?

Riff Raff backed away carefully.
The second door inside was wide open, so he managed to reach the stairs in a backward direction without causing any damage.
Unfortunately, his mind was completely captured by his master`s looks.
That`s why Riff Raff`s feet were stumbling by the unforeseen touch of the stair-rail.
Riff Raff felt down at the staircase.

Frank cocked an eyebrow and smiled slightly.
Things were getting better than expected! Now his handyman was easy prey for him.

Frank`s smile grew as he stood right in front of Riff Raff – arms still folded.
He looked down and a wave of satisfaction washed over him as he saw the look at his servant`s face. It was just splendid! It was a mixture of the well-known impression of horror and something unknown. It was something like seeking for adventure or something like rebellion. Maybe it was just some kind of disobedience, but Frank ignored it on purpose. He just wanted to have some fun while getting some answers, and recognising some unknown emotions of his sombre handyman only meant that he had won a battle.

With a sharp kick he placed his right foot at the first stair – directly between Riff Raff`s spread out legs.
Riff Raff gulped but made no move. The question of powers had been settled. So he waited for the things to come.

"I just want to know one thing," Frank purred whilst going down.
He knelt down between Riff Raff`s legs and placed his arms to each side of his servant`s face for comfort. His dark curled hairs were dangling down right into Riff Raff`s face, so Riff Raff could smell the sweet flowery conditioner the prince often used.
Frank bent down so his mouth was barely touching the left corner of Riff Raff`s mouth.
"Now tell me, what`s the name of Sir Collins` motorcyclist?" he whispered and every move of his lips were touching his servant`s skin slightly, sending shivers down his spine.

Riff Raff was not able to think properly.
The smell of the prince, the warmth of his breath, the soft touch of his lips, his whispered words and even his dominance – everything made Riff Raff`s mind spinning around. There was only a small piece of fear left, but it was undermined by all the other influences.
Oh no, he would have to be careful – but then how could he?
Riff Raff didn`t even recognise that Frank knew who the last Transylvanian had been.
He just felt himself being captured by his master`s erotic power.

Frank felt his servant shivering beneath him and licked his dark bloody-red lips slowly and provocative.
"So... you don`t know the name, I presume?" he purred.
Oh, how he loved his power – his ability to control everything and everyone! Now it was time to use it.
He didn`t really expect an answer so he lowered his head and placed a soft kiss at his servant`s lips. It was not one of these rough kisses he often used when he tried to... convince a victim. This special kiss was absolutely different. His smooth lips were resting at the other man`s lips for some seconds. He felt the heat as the body of his servant became electrified all over.
His warm tongue carefully parted the man`s lips for entrance.
Riff Raff let it happen. He opened his mouth without any defence to let the other man`s tongue inside.
Frank on his part started to explore Riff Raff`s body with his hands. While his tongue was challenging the other tongue, his hands lifted the his servant`s shirt.

It was not for the first time that his fingers were caressing the thin body, but this white and soft skin was a great experience over and over again.

Riff Raff`s tongue lost the fight.
It was not the only challenge the thin man was not able to rise to. He tried as hard as he could to defend his master`s attempts of abuse, but the more he tried the more the prince gained power.

Frank felt that his servant was on the brink of unconditional surrender.
He lifted his head and smiled victoriously at the man in front of him while slowly opening the black trousers.

Riff Raff felt the cold fingers of his master grabbing his manhood. A short but stinging pain was going down his groin.
Riff Raff moaned.
The pain suddenly turned into a pleasurable feeling.
Oh yes, it felt so good...

Frank was absolutely pleased with his performance as his fingers were touching his servant`s cock.
"So, you`re refusing telling me the name of Sir Collins` motorcyclist?" he said in a low voice and watched the blond man squirming underneath, not really expecting an answer.
"What about..." he waited for a second to get his servant`s undivided attention.

Riff Raff blinked as the words reached his mind.
It was not easy to concentrate with someone`s hands at one`s most sensitive body part.

"What about the reincarnation of our beloved 'delivery-boy'?"
Frank`s smile turned into a sinister grin as his fingers intensified the grip slowly but surely.

Riff Raff closed his eyes in pain.
The feeling of pleasure had vanished at an instant, but there was some kind of unknown emotions as he felt his master`s power rising.
Riff Raff was in confusion.
He still hated the power of the prince but at the same time he enjoyed the feeling of being controlled.
Oh, how he loathed the price...

"Well?"
Frank lost his grip and grabbed the other man`s arm and jacket, turning him at his stomach with just one forceful move. The trousers were quickly removed.

Riff Raff knew what he had to expect.
Unquestionably, it wouldn`t be painless, but there was no way for escaping.
However, maybe... just maybe it would be a little pleasurable...

Riff Raff pressed his forehead against the stairs as he felt his master entering...

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