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 winced as he heard the door slam a few floors below, accidentally cutting his hands on pieces of glass. Frank was in a bad mood again. He wondered who had been at the door. It couldn't have been Magenta and Columbia. They would not have used the doorbell. Especially Columbia. The groupie often delighted in making her presence as loudly know as possible.
There was silence after the shuddering boom of the Main Door closing, and Riff Raff took advantage of the opportunity to hurriedly pick up shards of glass and Brain Tissue, disgusted by the slippery preservation liquid and slimy feeling of the ruined brain. It had been a complete accident. The jar had been quite close to the edge of the table, and when the Doorbell had rang, his elbow had hit it. Obviously a mistake…
Frank wouldn't take it as such, though. He would be furious. Riff Raff suspected that there would be quite a lengthy beating in his near future. He frowned. With this drug withdrawal, he was sure that the feeling of the whip cracking down on his back would be worse than ever. He was already trembling from head to toe, almost ready to break into tears. This drug craving that he had was worse than anything his Master could send at him, but getting his back flayed open would hardly making things easier. He knew he wouldn't be able to last the whipping for long. He was quite close to a complete breakdown right now…
He clenched his hands together angrily, not even noticing as he mashed bits of brain between his fingers. He was truly a pathetic person. So weak. Frank was absolutely right. Magenta could do so much better than her twisted, hideous brother. They had been 'together' since her teenage years, but perhaps… perhaps it was time for them to stop this. He was ruining her future by occupying such a portion of her life. Here she was, trapped here on this terrible planet with a Lecherous Brother and a Walking Arousal. He was dragging her down. Riff Raff wasn't blind. He could see that his sister worried about him all the time. It was in her eyes when she left his bedchambers, whenever he was hurt, even when he walked into the same room.
It wasn't good for her, being this concerned about her worthless excuse of a lover. Magenta could have anyone. Any Man or Woman would hardly pass up the opportunity to be with such a delicate, gentle beauty such as her. Columbia had often expressed her desire. And his Master… Frank… he was interested in only one thing Magenta had, and his sister enjoyed it enough to continue to allow it…
Riff Raff bit his tongue in rage. What was it about the man that made his so desirable? Was it the look? The eyes? The voice? Riff ached to be desired in the same way by someone. His sister told him that she loved him, but did she say the same thing with Frank? Love. What a terrible word. It was used to frequently and had lost its initial meaning. He heard Frank say he loved each and every one of his bed-partners… his sister included. When working in the lab, many times he was forced to endure the sound of lovemaking coming from behind the large curtains that separated the will-lit room from the Bedroom. Frank's partners occasionally confessed they're love for him in a fit of mad passion and lust that was like a finger down Riff Raff's throat.
Was that all love was? Sex? Magenta told him she loved him only after sleeping together. Granted, that was the only times they were truly alone, but he had hardly ever heard her declare her feelings for him in any other situation since they had landed on this horrible planet…
So what was it he felt for her? He felt far more than just lust. She was his everything… The only part of his life worth living. Every moment in her presence was bliss, every look and touch they shared was cherished. He loved her. Sex was amazing with her, but even if she didn't wish to sleep together anymore, his feelings would be unchanged. Frank would not be like that. Were Magenta refuse him her body, he would most likely toss her aside as easily as he had the rest of the overnight guests. He might even take her by force, if he was truly enraged…
Mindlessly, Riff Raff swept the shards of the broken glass jar into a pile with his hands. The elevator was humming, indicating his Masters approach. He tried to calm himself. The man would be less than thrilled with the disaster Rocky's brain had become. It had been quite difficult collecting all of the human insides, and they had sighed with relief after cutting the last part from the kidnapped donor. Now they would have to find a new benefactor to steal from. And the Brain had been the hardest part of the body to remove, what with it connecting to all the nerves. It was such a complex organ that it had to be removed with a very fine delicacy. It had taken hours to make sure they wouldn't damage it, and even longer to be positive that they knew how to install it properly.
All that hard work: shattered on the floor.
Riff Raff would have kicked himself had he been in control on his legs.
The electric hum of the elevator came to a jarring thud and the cage doors slid open, allowing its occupant to walk out. Platform heels clicked slowly as Frank moved with an almost predatory walk, gracefully moving towards his huddled Servant.
"Hello there, Riff Raff…" Fran crooned softly, as if surprised to see his assistant. "What ever are you doing on the floor?! Not to say that it isn't where you belong, mind you…"
Riff took a deep breath and braced himself.
"M-Master….I… made a… mistake…" He hated how pathetic he sounded.
A suddenly dangerous light entered the dark green eyes, giving them a threatening look. Painted lips parted as the man inhaled sharply. His once smirking face was now very expressionless and still. It was obvious that Frank had just seen the pile of glass and brain that Riff was slumped over. The air seemed to crackle with menace.
"Yes…yes you have…" it was uttered so quietly that Riff had to strain his ears to hear it. A very bad sign. When Frank was yelling and throwing things, he was usually just throwing a brief fit. The anger would soon be spent and he would go off to sulk and pout elsewhere. However, when he got silent, his actions were unpredictable. It meant he would truly be in a rage, and that bode ill for all the other occupants of the house…
And Riff Raff was currently the only one.
Frank practically slithered towards his hunched servant, his white lab coat swishing softly. Platform shoes stopped in front of Riff's face, and for one long moment, Riff Raff was certain that he would be kicked. Instead, the Frank knelt down next to his servant, lips quirking into a sarcastic smile.
"Oh, tsk tsk, Riffy… How very foolish you have been lately." A long finger reached out to stroke Riff's chalk white face, dragging its fingernail down his cheek sharply. "So many secrets. One would think you didn't trust me…"
Riff Raff redefined the meaning of the word 'tense'. Every muscle seemed to instantly freeze, his spine stiffening and his once twitching limbs were frozen. Fear took over him, and Riff longed for the shouting, venting man that his Master so often was. Never had he seen this deathly calm look about Frank. It was terrifying. He had no idea what would happen. Where was that whip that usually rained down on him?
"Oh, come now… is that it, my pet? Do you not trust your dear Master?" Frank leaned his face so very close. Warm, moist breath hit Riff Raff's cheek and yet he stared ahead, refusing to turn and face the scientist. It was childish, but in a way, he hoped that if he tried to ignore it long enough, it would all disappear…
"Well, Riff Raff… it is fortunate for you that I am so very lenient." The fingers tightened. "Let me show you how… forgiving… I can be…"
THWACK!Riff Raff went sprawling from the force of the slap, his eyes tearing up from shock and pain. He didn't even try to fight it as a sharp kick was aimed and delivered at his ribs, causing all his breath to leave him with an agonizing gasp.
"M-Mercy…" He breathed out, trying to blink the stars from his eyes.
"Oh, but I am being merciful, Riffy, pet." Came the soft cooing voice. "So very merciful… What I am going to do to you, Riffy, is nothing compared to what I could do…"
Terror seized him as he dragged himself out of reach of another well-aimed kick. The long, sharp heels of the maroon shoes hit him in the hip instead of his stomach. Riff Raff was shoved a few feet. Instinctively, he curled in on himself somewhat, shaking frantically from both fear and withdrawal. He knew what was coming. He had been kicked a few times, but Frank always quickly tired of that. High-heeled shoes were difficult enough to move in, not to mention punt in.
Sure enough, a whip cracked through the air, landing with a hiss on the vulnerable, silk covered back of the coiled servant. Riff arched with a sharp agony filled cry. This whip was quite different from the normal one. That one would hurt, but only after heavy usage did it actually break skin. This whip had sharp metal ends…
WHI-THRACK!WHI-THRACK-THRACK!
SWISH-THWACK!
Again and again the sharp-ended thrash barraged down on him. Riff felt his back split open and blood seep into the torn silk of his ruined robe. The fabric offered absolutely no protection. It stuck and clung into the lashes, ripping and shredding with every flog. Over the hissing cracks, Riff Raff could hear his Master breathing heavily in obvious rage.
He longed for the shield his fake hump usually provided him. Through all those layers of fabric, the whip rarely ever did much more than give him bruises or small cuts. Never the carnage that he knew was his back right now. The skin would be a mass of twisted scars, if he survived this night.
How would he explain this to Magenta?
Magenta…
For some reason, the thought of his beautiful sister didn't bring him the comfort it usually did. Instead, he felt only an aching sadness. How repulsive Magenta would find him after this. How weak and useless he was. He couldn't even defend himself, so shaky from that terrible withdrawal…
The Master was chuckling, he realized dimly. A mad, insane sort of giggling that struck him worse than any of the thrashes. Frank was going to kill him. He was absolutely positive. The man was in a blood rage. He would beat him and then he would kill him. Riff Raff had been left in a bleeding heap of fabric and flesh before, but he hadn't ever been near death. Not like this…
And suddenly, the whip stopped. The only noise the echoing lab was his own pitiful sobbing and his Masters heavy, harsh breathing.
Those cursed Platform shoes rolled him over, exposing his sweat-slicked chest to the open air and his wet, twitching face to the light. His face screwed up in pain, shuddering from the throbbing agony that rippled through his body as his back was pressed flat against the hard floor.
An extremely heavy weight settled on his chest and a calm hand lightly twirled his limp, stringy hair. Riff cracked his eyes open at the man sitting on his bruised stomach, letting out a moan.
"Oh Riff Raff. What a loyal and obedient servant you have always been. But right now… you are being such a thorn in my side…" Frank leaned his head down, his nose brushing against Riff Raff's. Red lips parted and his tongue slicked passed, licking a tear from his servant's flushed cheek. "Do you know who was at the door, my weak little dove? A Mr. Samuel Craig…" Frank chuckled at the sudden frantic look that entered his assistant's hazel-green eyes. "Mmhmm… Imagine my shock when he asked for you. It seems he had car trouble and was late in delivering something to you…"
The Scientist reached the unoccupied pale hand into the large pocked of his white lab coat, drawing out a crumpled, white paper bag. He shook it tauntingly at his nearly hysterical servant.
"Morphine…" Frank drawled, waving the bag back and forth in front of Riff Raff. Riff, whose arms were pinned at his side by his Master's knees, could only follow the white paper bag longingly, uncaring of the tears that freely fell from his eyes. His breath came in short gasps, both from pain and from the weight on his chest. "How shocking. I would never have thought it of you, Riffy! To think, my 'loyal' and 'obedient' little servant, addicted to Earth Drugs? How pathetic…" Frank bend forward to look Riff right in the eyes. "Tell me… Does Magenta know of it?"
Riff Raff's only answer was an expression of extreme panic. His Master let out a delighted laugh as he sat up straight.
"No? Tut, tut! And here I thought I might have to show my 'mercy' to your sister too! How unlucky… I was dearly looking forward to it." Frank stood, suddenly, climbing off of his assistant, finally letting the man breath in deeply.
Heels clicked loudly in the silent, unorganized lab as the transvestite Scientist sauntered over to the long wall, hitting the button that said: DEEP FREEZE. The large, red metal door fell to the ground with a deafening crash, causing the room to shake slightly. A well-jabbed elbow caused the thin wall of ice blocking the doorway to shatter into pieces, exposing the freezing room behind it.
"M-Mas-s-st-…" Riff Raff stuttered out, gasping weakly, horror dominating his hazel-green eyes. No matter what punishments he had imagined Frank would inflict on him… Deep Freeze had never entered into it. True terror seized him. His Master had completely lost his mind…
"Hush, now, Riff Raff. Your back must be awfully sore right now." Frank grabbed Riff Raff's leg and began to drag him through the Freezer doorway, ignoring the line of crimson that trailed behind him and the choked whimpering of his servant. "I always thought that ice was the best way to sooth pain. Luckily for you, we have plenty."
Riff Raff could only stare after his Master as the man dropped his leg uncaringly and stalked out of Freezer. Frank turned and smirked at him cruelly, tossing the white paper bag at his limp assistant.
"How about you… cool off… in here for a while, Hmm?"
The button was pressed and the door automatically lifted up and slammed shut, blocking Riff's view of the lab. Ice fell from the wall from the force of the now close door, bits of the frost raining down on his bleeding back. He winced and squirmed on the cold ground weakly. The cooler kicked in as the door sealed shut. Freezing cold air began to fill the room with a gentle hissing noise. It would only be about ten minutes before he would be asleep and frozen solid.
Riff Raff breathed shakily for a few moments, glancing around with twitching eyes. There was little else he could do. He couldn't escape from inside here. A frozen figure towards the back of the Freezer caught his eye and he found himself staring at the unmoving figure of Eddie, the ex-delivery boy that Frank had taken a fondness for. The large man was huddled next to his motorcycle. Riff's eyes began to water again. He would shortly end up like that, trapped in this frozen hell…
He reached out a hand and took hold of the freezing paper bag. If he was going to be in Deep Freeze, at least he could make use of his remaining moments…
Unraveling the bag took some work. His fingers were stiff and trembling, and he was having difficulty moving them. Finally, though, he simply tore the bag in two and rigidly pounced on the large plastic bottle that fell out.
His sanity… every tolerable thing about him was in that plastic container. All that Magenta loved about him. His back wouldn't matter if he had the Morphine to back him up. He could face Magenta's face when she saw the scars on his back, he was sure. All he needed to do was swallow one of those wonderful, amazing pills…
Riff Raff's breath rose in the air from the increasing chill. The blood on his back had stopped flowing; having turned to red ice, and all his body was blissfully numb. A hazy fog drifted into his mind, leaving him in a vaguely dreamlike feeling state. His hands fumbled to open the lid of the large bottle, his need for the pills a burning desire in his veins. The lid popped off and he turned the bottle over in his cut up palms…
The bottle was empty.
Riff stared at the empty container with hazy, dizzy eyes. The tears began to flow again, freezing as they left his eyes. A sob rose in him, and he didn't even bother to try to contain it.
In this icy hell, Riff Raff laid his head down on the frost-covered ground and curled up into a ball, closing his eyes wearily. The fog in his mind was thickening and he finally lost himself in it, his body relaxing in sleep, only to stiffen moments later as he finally froze.
Frank moaned softly as he lowered himself into the steaming bath, letting the hot water roll over his aching muscles. Ahh… heaven! He leaned his head on the red Bath Pillow, crossing his legs and closing his in pure bliss.
Frank N. Furter was a creature of pleasure, seeking out and participating in whatever he wanted. There were many things he liked… sex, experiments, smoking, sex, partying, winding up Riff Raff, drinking, sex, drive in movies…
Hot Baths were certainly among his favorite. That steaming, boiling hot water soothing and relaxing his entire body, all the tension racing out of him. Oh, how baths could make him sigh with joy. Every day he took one, sometimes even two, depending on what kind of day it was. Of course, Baths were even more pleasurable when he had a partner or two to share it with him. Magenta and Columbia were especially wonderful to share with. Such delectable creatures, those two.
Frank frowned, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation. He wished Magenta and Columbia home instead of at that weekend spa trip. He regretted now allowing them to go. They were probably having a bath together this very moment, engaging in they're own pleasurable acts. The mental image that came with that thought was normally quite arousing, however at the moment it only annoyed him. It was all very well and good that they were having fun, but he was quite miserable right now…
Really! It was just one constant stream of rotten luck lately! First his supposedly asleep servant interrupts his experimenting, and then he gets pushed away from said servant in favor of vomiting, after which his bathroom gets disgusting clothes flung around it and his bed hosting his sick assistant. It doesn't end there, though! Of course not! His seducing gets interrupted by incestual moans, and after repeatedly calling for Riff Raff; he is forced to practically carry the man into the lab. Then, the doorbell rings and he find out that his servant is going through Drug Withdrawal. However, upon re-entering the lab, he realizes that bald twit had destroyed his brain! Then he is forced to throw his delectable assistant into deep freeze!!
And now… Now, he couldn't even have a bath without getting frustrated! Honestly! What did he ever do to become karma's spittoon?
Frank grabbed a sponge from a low shelf and a bottle of his rose scented body wash. Perhaps after a good scrubbing he would feel better. Pouring a large amount of the gel into his hands, he lathered up his skin, sloughing a bit as the relaxing scent hit his nose and soothed his troubled soul. Yes…a bath had been a perfect way to unwind…
Sighing, Frank scrubbed roughly; making sure every bit of him was absolutely clean and rose-scented. After meeting that ghastly Mr. Craig, he was certain that he would never be quite as clean again. A part of him would be tainted forever, he mused sadly, never the same again. Oh how Columbia would pity him when he told her of his agonizing, traumatizing experience.
Frank couldn't help but smirk, all thoughts of his frozen servant and Mr. Samuel Craig driven from his mind. Oh yes… he knew that Columbia would indeed pity him…
Over and over and over again, all night long…
And with that lovely thought, Frank closed his eyes and slid underwater to wash his hair.
To Be Continued…
(A Note to my Reviewers: Thank you very much for the feedback! I read each and every review and each one encourages me to write. Without them, the wait between chapters would be much longer. I had quite a bit of trouble with this chapter, but I think I pulled through admirably. I figure that a good torture scene between them was overdue. I can't see Frank taking Incest, Drugs, and a ruined Brain very well. However, The next chapter will feature Frank 'Taking Care' of Riff Raff. Stay tuned!)