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 awake slowly, still slightly held tight in the misty realm of sleep. A soft weight seemed to be on his chest, which felt rather exposed. He twitched slightly. Was that Magenta? Often, when they slept together, she would rest her hands on his chest or stomach and curl up against him. He usually woke up when she did this, taking a few moments to look at her before they made love once more. She was so wonderful to lie next to. So warm and soft…
The weight moved a bit lower, tracing and outline of his navel with a something long and sharp. Riff fidgeted weakly. What was Magenta up to? This was rather new, though he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying it. It was rather… arousing. Ah… It was a hand. He could feel all five fingers, now, as he began to become more aware. Sleep was fading from his mind, which was still quite lethargic. A long fingered hand, long sharp nails… just barely brushing… there! A soft gasp escaped him, and the hands abruptly left.
Need was burning in his veins, but he couldn't understand what it was he wanted. Perhaps it was for Magenta. It wasn't as if he didn't want her every time he spotted her beautiful form. But for some reason, this didn't seem right to him. Oh yes, there was that sort of need present too…. But the overwhelming wanting was for something completely different… Was it time for his next dose? He couldn't exactly do that in front of his sister, as she would undoubtedly wonder what he was taking…
Still… it was easier to focus on the other desire than the uncomfortable one when those hands were on him. And… Oh!! Velvety lips replaced the hands, breath tickling and heating the skin of his stomach. A delightful chill went up his spine. The slight smacking sound as the mouth drifted farther down, coasting past his stomach. Riff couldn't resist… those soft lips kissing… going lower…
"Magenta…"
The lips froze instantly, and he could almost feel them tense.
Riff Raff frowned, confused. What was wrong? Magenta often cried his own name in the heat of lust. As he did hers. She had told him quite breathlessly before that she enjoyed hearing him cry her name… that there was nothing more stimulating than listening to her name being called out into her neck to smother it as he gripped her hair and hips tightly…
He felt the bed's mattress move and then rise as the presence climbed out.
Blearily, he willed his eyes to open. They seemed caked shut, and it took a second to be able to focus. And what he saw was… not Magenta.
His breath caught in his throat as he stared into the smoldering eyes of his seething Master.
Frank cursed as his elbow accidentally sent blueprints flying to the floor. Detailed diagrams stared up at him; everything clearly labeled and marked down. It had taken quite a bit of time and effort to draw them all, but he and Riff Raff eventually succeeded. Frank, needing a model, had used a bit of clever trickery.
He had carefully altered a sign, deployed a concealed spike belt, and a few hours later, he had his model. The man had been alone, thankfully, and he had wanted to use the phone to call for help after his tire had blown out. He was shown in, brought up to the lab, and killed…
Frank bent down to retrieve the diagrams, scowling as he noticed they were no out of order. The drawing of the next was a bit off, but he supposed, that there hadn't been much of a neck after it had been slit. It hardly mattered in the long run, but never could it be said he wasn't thorough. The man had been cut up and they carefully labeled where the organs went and what they're function was, as well as what the insides looked liked…
Transylvanians had a very similar anatomy to Humans, though there were a few differences. Divergences in the Heart, different sort of blood cells, tissue variations. Not much, but obviously enough to give Transylvanians superiority over the less intelligent Earth beings.
Carefully arranging the blueprints and illustrations, he glanced towards the half drawn curtains of his bedchambers… Ah, he had almost forgotten. Had his ill Servant made it to his bed, or was he still slumped on the tile floor in the lavatory?
Frank smirked, removing his lab coat and tossing it on a nearby chair. Only one way to find out. He tiptoed slightly, the effect ruined by the loud clacking of his Platform shoes. Frowning, he wondered if this was always how his servants seemed to know when he was approaching…
Brushing past the curtain, it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dim candles in the dark draped room. A soft breathing was the only sound, emitting from the curled figure huddling in the middle of the bed.
So, Riff Raff had made it to bed after all. Frank wasn't sure if he was disappointed or not. On one hand, he was pleased that he now had such access to the slumbering servant. On the other, he had been hoping to ridicule Riff Raff about sleeping on the floor (A proper place for servants…).
No, instead, the man was huddled under the silk sheets, shivering and trembling, his legs jerking slightly. The sweat on his brown indicated that yes, the man was still ill. Riff Raff seemed to be resting peacefully, however, from the expression on his face. Something in Frank stirred at this, a feeling of electricity traveling straight to his groin. Now that was nearly orgasmic, seeing the calm, peaceful look on his servant's face, as if he hadn't a care in the world. The sallow, somber Riff Raff had always been closed off, his face carefully blank. Only now was he coming to realize that the man did have emotions! Who would have thought? Earlier, he had seen panic, nausea, and even the slightest bit of fear in those hazel-green eyes, half lidded and twitching from his sickness. It had been a wonderful rush to see…
But this…! The change was startling. Riff Raff nearly looked like a different person. Dirty Blonde hair fanned around the pillow limply, facial muscles relaxed… lips slightly parted in sleep…
The lack of Hump and Tailcoat also added to the surprising change. He hadn't realized Riff Raff had been that thin. But it was a lovely look. The hump wasn't very flattering at all, and the backless vest he had on revealed lovely pale skin, slightly blemished with scars from past beatings. Hmm. Perhaps he was a bit harsh to take his frustrations out on his servant's back. Maybe… just maybe after this night there was another way he could vent on the ever-obedient handyman.
It took Frank all of two seconds to decide that he absolutely wanted his assistant, and even less time to cross to the bed. Sinking down on it slowly, he crawled towards the sleeping servant, unconsciously falling into his seductive look. He let his eyes rake down that lovely body. Riff was curled onto his side, his hands near his head and his fingers entwined in the material of the fabric. He looked so innocent, so small, lying there like that. So utterly appetizing…
Frank reached out a well-manicured hand and gently stroked the pale skin of Riff Raff's back. The man arched slightly, giving a small drowsy murmur. Frank grinned. Oh how he loved this vulnerable state his little servant was in. Unaware of everything and completely at his Masters mercy. It was intoxicating, this feeling of power, this dominating control! With a gentle hand, he pushed one of the man's shoulders, rolling his assistant over so that he was lying on his back. Riff Raff stirred slightly, letting out a soft sigh that went straight to Frank's groin. Fingers carefully unbuttoned his servants stained vest and tattered vest, pulling the cloth back to reveal a flawless pale chest. It was too much to resist… he placed his hand there and stroked the skin.
Riff flinched at the bold contact, and Frank froze, holding his breath. It wouldn't do to have him wake up now! The fun would be over, and he was fully determined in having his fun. After all, they were just getting started! After he had his entertainment, then his servant could wake up, completely clueless about what happened to him while 'safely' dreaming.
Frank smirked, licking his lips and he trailed one nails down that creamy, smooth skin, watching the peaceful face for any sign of stirring….
None.
Lower, tracing the navel… undoing the top button of the black trousers… even lower… sliding over the dark, warm fabric… just barely brushing….
A soft gasp escaped the man, who twitched slightly in obvious arousal. It was all Frank could to stifle a groan at that. For all he was pleasuring the man he barely glanced at, this was shockingly electrifying! Each movement of the Servant made his blood race faster… every twitch of those parted lips made saliva fill his mouth… and that gasp…
He was fully aware now that his Assistant was half awake, but now he didn't care. It would be even more beautiful to see that horrified, humiliated expression on the usual expressionless face. Oh yes, the very thought stirred something deep inside him. Still, he wanted a little taste of that skin before the fun was over…
A frown of protest as Frank removed his hand, but the look that came over Riff Raff as her replaced his fingers with his lips was positively breathtaking! Frank kissed his way down the creamy flesh, savoring the smooth feel of it beneath his painted lips. He was wondering if Riff Raff had ever had someone do this to him. He couldn't imagine many people lining up to have sex with his cold, calculating assistant. And of course, he would have known if Riff Raff had taken a partner during this mission. There was no one. So that must mean that his little, obedient slave would give himself over completely, after a bit of half-hearted protesting. He might not want to, but soon, the arousal would be to great and any objections would be replaced with those little gasps. Oh this would be sweet.
Frank kissed his way passed the navel, drifting down the pale, fabric towards the undone button of the man's trousers. He wondered whom this was more pleasurable for: Himself or Riff Raff? A little bit lower…
The groan that sprung from the half-dazed Riff Raff almost made him pounce on that slender frame and take him that very moment…
"Magenta…!"
Frank froze instantly, his arousal gone as if it had been stabbed. He blinked once, his lips still firmly pressed against the warm skin. He pushed himself upright in shock. Mascara covered eyelashes flickered as he blinked, stunned at the name he had heard. Magenta? Riff's sister? Surely he had been mistaken… had, perhaps, his imagination run wild again? No. If it was his imagination, Riff Raff would have been gasping his name, not that of his sibling. He had heard correctly? But no…there was no confusing the groaned-name…
Riff Raff's lips were turned into a slight frown, his brows furrowed in obvious confusion. He was becoming more aware now, and the slight tenting that had been prominent seconds before was fading away from the absence of stimulation. The trembling was back now, as was the slight jerking and twitching, and just like that, the man changed on the bed changed once more into the skulking, sallow servant.
Frank sneered and climbed off the mattress, staring down at his fidgeting assistant. Incest? Riff Raff and Magenta? How had he not known?! Those… fools! Sneaking around behind his back, thinking they would get away with it. It was obvious now, of course. Those shared looks, those disgusting half-smiles, the light stroking of each other's arm. Not having any brothers or sisters of his own, Frank had assumed those small touches were normal sibling love. Now that he thought about it, he realized that it was not Sibling Love at all, but Lovers Love.
Hazel-green eyes opened, blinking to adjust to the presence of the candlelight. Then they turned and met his own stormy gaze.
Frank scowled.
The air around them seemed to crackle with tension. Memories of the previous day came rushing into his head and he realized that he had begun to tremble. Riff now recognized the room he was in. With the overwhelming candlelight and black draped walls it was hard not too. He would know this room anywhere.
He was lying in the middle of the silk covered bed, the covers pulled down to his knees, obviously done by someone other than him, as he was very still while sleeping. His backless white vest was unbuttoned and…the top button of his trousers was undone as well. Riff Raff stiffened immediately, fury bubbling up in him. To be taken advantage of while he was sleeping and drug withdrawn… that was a new low, even for Frank…
The man himself looked as if he had swallowed something extremely sour. His face eyebrows furrowed, his green eyes narrowed, and his painted lips curling into a scowl.
"So…" Frank paused here to draw the moment out, as he so liked to do. "Thinking impure thoughts about your own flesh and blood, hmm?"
Magenta…
Riff sagged back against the pillows, having weakly hauled himself up into an upright position. Now his beautiful sister was dragged into this disaster. His beautiful, gentle, beloved Magenta. How could he have been so foolish? Frank would torment her, if not outright beat her for sleeping with her own brother. Every sentence he spoke at her would contain veiled jabs at her preferences. She would be enraged by it, but even she knew that there would be no stopping her Master. He would take sick pleasure in her mortification. He every time he went to sleep with her, he would make sure she was aware that it was not her he was fucking… it was her brother. Fucking With, at least.
The once loud, muffled moans coming from his sister's bedroom would become high-pitched cries of pleasure, shrill enough to put Columbia's howling to shame. And Frank would be there, on top of his beautiful Magenta, knowing that his actions would be agony for the quiet man in the bedroom down the hall.
"M-Master…" Riff stuttered, his eyes wide and jerking. His vest was wide open, showing his flushed and sweat slick skin. He didn't bother to adjust it. Any attempt to salvage his dignity would be laughed at.
"Riff Raff… I wouldn't have believed it… even from someone so pitiable as you. Incest? Tsk, tsk! Although, I can see why you would want her… she is a wonderful little fuck…" Green eyes glinted coldly in the candlelight. A slow smirk was forming on those dark red lips. Riff clenched his teeth together in anger. "What she sees in you, however, is something I fail to grasp."
The smooth silky voice was low and seductive, though the words were anything but. That heated growl was more dangerous than another tone of voice. That manipulative, persuasive voice… purring out words that could make the most strong-willed women (and men) succumb to his every whim. Whatever they may be. Frank hadn't got the organs needed for his Creature using his looks alone…
Riff closed his eyes, willing this to be a terrible nightmare. Any second he expected the crack of a whip and the flash of pain on his skin. His Master would never let this go, nor would he allow anyone else to forget it. As a brilliant manipulator, Frank knew that his control over his servants had just increased phenomenally. Incest was a very heavy weight to hang over someone's head. He had been aware that Riff would do nearly anything to protect his sister, but only now was he realizing that it could be used.
"Fortunately for you, Riffy…" the pet name was back, and this time, it was obvious what context it was being used in. "I am rather willing to forget the whole thing. It is, perhaps, my fault for letting this happen. Maybe if I gave you more attention. As she is the only one in the castle that pities you, of course you would be throwing yourself at her feet…or into her bed."
His blood ran cold, and he couldn't help but feel horrified at what he was hearing… what that silken voice was saying. How could he suggest that his sister merely pitied him? She loved hi-… But… what did she see in him? He was disgusting, in and out. Revolting and vile. He didn't have the self-confidence of Frank, nor the looks and body. His was pathetic and thin, more flesh stretched over bone than any muscle. His hair was stringy and greasy. What on earth did she like about him? It… it wasn't just pity…
But then he remembered how she reluctantly helped out a little human girl when Frank had taken them all out to eat in some fancy Earth Restaurant. The sniveling child had unfortunately dropped a human sweet on ground and Magenta had snatched one of Columbia's sweets to give to the earth brat. At the time, he had assumed that she was doing it to get the whining earthling away from the table, but now…
She could have let Frank handle it, as the man had been moments away from snarling at the human child. Frank in a temper could frighten away most adults… a child would have been easy. Magenta, though, had just calmly handled the situation. Perhaps he was reading too much into that though…
Still, She was so kind and gentle, even to those whom she didn't necessarily like. Whenever Frank brought over a 'guest' for the night, she acted like they were best friends. If he hadn't known she secretly wanted to poison they're drink, he would have thought she liked them.
Frank chuckled darkly, and Riff glanced up at the man, his eyes narrowed with undisguised hate. This only seemed to make his Master laugh harder.
"Oh come now, Riffy… surely you didn't think she actually loved you?" He scoffed lightly, his eyes bright with mirth. Winding his servant up was a favorite past and present time. Unfortunately for Riff Raff, it worked like a charm every time. Frank was very good at stabbing you so that you didn't even realize until you looked down and noticed you were bleeding. "Oh well… Neither here nor there. What you do…or should I say, Who you do, is your business. What I came here to say is that I need you in the lab. Get up and assist me."
And with that, the man flounced off, slipping between the large curtains, which had been closed while Riff had been sleeping. Loud clacking echoed in the lab from his maroon Platforms strapped to his delicate feet.
To Be Continued…