Title: Flow Morphia Slow
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.
Frank yawned, stretching on the dark green plush duvet, letting the fumes from the many lit incense whisping over him. A beaten copy of the Kama-Sutra lay open on his lap. He had been flipping through it for the last half hour, but he was getting quite sleepy. Of course, baths and incense could do that to a weary mind. He arched his back with a moan of blissful contentment. How relaxed he was! Oh, he never wanted to get up again. It was so nice, laying here in this boneless heap, so peaceful and soothing…
With a clap, he shut the cover of the book and placed it on the side table, taking his cigarette from the porcelain ashtray. He inhaled a puff, holding it a moment before letting it waft out from his nostrils. Columbia had always said that his smoking was incredibly sexy. And why shouldn't it be? Everything about him was sexy…
Frank lounged back on the plush duvet, rotating his slipper clad foot absentmindedly. The castle was so silent. The only sound was the steady patter of rain against the many windows and the occasional boom of thunder. It was almost depressingly quiet. Usually, the sounds of his servants could be hard, going about they're chores, cooking dinner, sweeping, and dusting. Columbia's record player was, for once, off. As much as he told her to shut that terrible noise down, he found himself missing the snazzy Rock n' Roll that she often put on. The steady clacking of Magenta's shoes in the main foyer were absent, as well as the skulking sound of Riff Raff's boots in the lab.
He hated when the Castle was like this. It was such a big place, and when it was empty, it felt like a tomb. Even the normally soothing Zen Room wasn't truly helping him. The incense, though calming, was muddling his senses.
His stomach growled, breaking the silence.
"RIFF RAFF!" He called loudly, waiting for his assistant to slink into the room. One good thing about the house was that voices echoed very easily. His beckon would have been heard throughout nearly every room…
Frank waited a long moment for his servant, frowning when the man didn't appear. And then it hit him. Oh! That's right! His servant was in Deep Freeze! He chuckled softly, taking a drag from his cigarette. Yes indeed, his little drug-addicted pet was sound asleep, frozen solid, next to that blasted Eddie. Deep Freeze was truly a marvelous invention. A person would sleep through they're entire containment, all they're body functions completely suspended. And once they were removed and thawed, they would simply wake up, as if they had never been in there. He had to admire the Transylvanian who invented it. He figured Riff Raff would also enjoy the ingenuity. After all, he was sleeping instead of in a sobbing heap of misery.
Sighing, Frank picked took another drag from his cigarette, tapping the drooping ash onto the floor. That was all well for Riff Raff, but what would he do? What would he eat? How in Garters name would the laboratory get cleaned? He wasn't going to do it! And cooking? The idea of him bending over a stove was preposterous! A scientist he may be, but a chef he most certainly was not! Again, he wished Magenta were here. She wasn't a very first-rate cook either, but at least her food was edible. Even Riff's lovely mixed drinks would be satisfactory right about now.
Oh, he wished he had gotten the recipe for his favorite drink while he had had the chance! Riff Raff was on ice and he was left to do all this menial physical labor by himself! The absurdity of it all!
He frowned, absently picking at a fingernail. A startled gasp escaped his painted lips and his eyes grew wide with dismay! S-Such travesty! How could such a thing have escaped his notice?! How long had he been walking around in this state of disarray?!
Frank mournfully balled his hands into fists so that he didn't have to look at the dismal, pealing condition of his nail polish. The Zen Room was no longer soothing to him anymore. His mind was in a racing turmoil. How did they get to be in such a condition? Ah… whipping Riff Raff had probably done it. Really! He was almost certain that he was suffering more than his wayward Servant. What is a few tiny lashes compared to a shockingly bad manicure?!
He rose from the duvet, letting his cigarette fall to the ground. With the bottom of his slipper, he ground the embered end into the floor. He'd get Magenta to clean it up later. The Zen Room was in need of a good sweeping anyways, what with ashes falling from the constantly burning incense…
It was a short walk to the elevator, his blue silk robe billowing out behind him. It wasn't unusual for him to walk around the Castle in his robe, or even in anything at all. The members of his household had seen him all states of dress (Or undress, as it were), and he was not one to be self-conscious. He figured that he was doing them a favor, letting them gaze upon his body of utter perfection. And it truly was perfection.
The elevator trip seemed to take forever and he impatiently tapped his foot on the floor, crossing his arms. When first installing the elevator, they had tried to make it go faster. Unfortunately, the old machinery hadn't been built to ascend three floors in a second, and the unfortunate result had been the entire elevator shooting through the roof of the Castle, landing in the fountain in the back courtyard. He frowned. That had been a complete disaster. Earth material was not nearly up to the standard of Transsexual's superior machinery…
Finally, the elevator came to a jerking landing and Frank flounced from the cage. He froze.
Oh…
Oh dear…
The lab was a complete disaster. Papers were strewn on the ground, some torn in two from being caught with the metal tips of his favorite whip. The pile of glass and brain had been scattered disgustingly. And worst of all was the blood that lay on the rosy marble floor. Dried red smudges and bits of crimson stained silk dotted the marble, a gory looking scene. Uhg. Frank couldn't help but blanch as he saw the bright red trail leading to the door of the Deep Freeze.
Had he really laid into his servant that badly? He had intended to whip him a few times, maybe breaking the skin slightly, before taunting Riff Raff with the his beloved Morphine. He hadn't meant to flog the man that badly!
Frank rarely felt any guilt about his action. Everything he did had a purpose, and he hardly ever looked back. Now, however, he could feel the tiniest bit of remorse swelling deep within his chest. Mind, it was a very, very small, only the slightest little sliver. Still, It was there, and he ran a hand through his hair in dejection. There was only one thing he could do…
His appetite all but destroyed, he made his way to the Deep Freeze door (mindful to avoid the crimson blood trail). He pressed the button. Surely his servant was cooled down enough now? His punishment was over. Frank had never been trapped inside Deep Freeze, but he was sure that it would be punishment enough for most crimes. He dodged as the large red door fell with a shuddering crash, revealing a very thin layer of ice. He smashed it with his fist easily and poked his head into the frozen chamber.
The automatic lights kicked on and as the icy mist swirled out, he found what he was looking for. Frank clucked his tongue as he bent down next to his balled up servant. He looked so very pathetic and weak in this state, lips blue and tears frozen on his cheeks. His back was an icy mass of red, bits of stained silk sticking up completely stiff. It was almost enough to make him regret lashing out like this.
Almost.
No matter how harsh the punishment had been, it was fully deserved. In the last day, he had found out much about his little assistant, not all of it good. The man was fucking his sister and addicted to drugs. How depraved. And he had destroyed the brain for his lovely, unmade Rocky. Such actions could not be ignored or tolerated! He had to show his wayward servant that there were consequences to sneaking around behind his Masters back.
He hoped that Riff Raff would get the message. As fun as it had been, he didn't whipping Riff to become a daily routine. His nails would definitely suffer. And really, He never looked his best when he was hot and flustered! Walking around, sweating and flushed was unthinkable.
Frank reached out a hand and brushed his fingers down the man's frozen, stiff cheek, brushing the iced tear drops off of his skin. Hmm… He had to thaw Riff Raff out or his servants wakening would be very unpleasant. He hardly cared about that, but he didn't want to hear the constant whining that would be sure to follow. Frank re-arranged himself so that one of his arms was under Riff Raff's legs and the other under his shoulders.
Grunting, he rose rigidly, staggering, before catching his balance. He was thankful that he wasn't wearing his Platforms right now… He would have definitely fallen. As it were, his slipper has very little in the way traction and the slippery floor underneath him was causing him difficulty.
Childishly, Frank stuck his tongue out at the frozen from of Eddie. How he despised that man! He had stolen his delectable little Columbia away from him for a while, but in the end, Frank had triumphed!
He hefted the icy, stiff form of his servant higher in his arms, grimacing over the frozen blood that was getting on his lovely blue silk robe. He would have to toss it after this. How unfortunate! At least it wasn't his favorite Black Dragon one. Frank scurried out of the freezer, eager to deposit his cold assistant out of his arms. The man's weight was alarmingly small. Without that ratty black tailcoat, his arms and legs seemed little more than sticks, and he could see his ribs clearly under his skin. For a man who was deeply attracted to Muscle and lots of it, Frank wondered briefly what it was about his little servant that made him so appealing…
Frank shivered, hitting the button to Deep Freeze with his elbow, trying not to drop Riff Raff. The door swung up and sealed with a resounding boom that seemed to shake his entire body. He wished that he could do something about that door. He had nearly crushed Columbia under it once, unaware that she had been standing there. Of course, She had shrieked at him in her high-pitched glass-shattering voice and he had smirked and said that the incident had counted as a fight, which meant that it was time to 'make up'. Or 'make out' as it were…
Riff Raff was freezing cold in his arms, stiffly hanging there, his hands still holding onto the empty bottle that had contained the disgusting Earth Drug. Frank chuckled slightly. So his little surprise hadn't gone unnoticed. He couldn't help put mentally pat himself on the back. The thought of actually giving the drug to his servant had never even crossed his mind! Really, Riff should have known better. Frank had poured the pills into one of the downstairs sinks.
They were controlling Riff Raff, Frank mused as he made his way passed the curtain and into the bedroom. Riff Raff was a slave to those drugs… they controlled him. This was most certainly not acceptable. He was the only one allowed to controlhim. Riff Raff was his slave! He was his Master! No drug would take his assistant away from him. Besides… when off those drugs, Riff Raff had a certain… desperation about him that was absolutely delectable. The vulnerability and helplessness was so very arousing. How could he resist temptation when it was being waved in his face like that?
Or in his arms…
Frank gave his assistant a glance and then strode quickly to the bathroom. He set the frozen Riff Raff on the floor carefully and filled a hot, steaming bath. It wouldn't do to wait hours for the man to thaw out! He wanted to have plenty of fun with the man before Magenta and Columbia cam back from they're weekend spa trip. That would be in another day and half, he figured.
Momentarily, Frank wondered what day it actually was… He had been working in the lab and seducing Riff Raff so much that he had forgotten to check the calendar… Of course, the one calendar that he did own was two years out of date. However, the occupants of the Castle followed it nevertheless. It was doubtfully the weekend for the rest of the planet, probably not even the same month, as they frequently forgot to turn the calendar…
The bath was filling up nicely, so Frank added a bit of his rose smelling oils to the water, sighing in pleasure as the scent wafted up with the steam. He doubted that his little servant would be very pleased when he woke to find himself smelling of flowers, but Frank refused to inhale the smell of the Deep Freeze every time he got close to the man. And he planned to get very, very close indeed….
At last, he turned the spout off and slid his cold assistant over towards him, hefting him into the bathwater, clothes and all. He wouldn't be able to undress the man anyways, his clothing just as frozen stiff as the rest of him. Immediately the frost that had clung to him began to melt. Frank wondered if he should join Riff Raff in the water or not. He had taken a glorious bath earlier, but he had been alone then. However, one look at the red tint spreading in the water, he quickly rethought that plan. Ugh. No way was he going to expose his beautiful skin to that bloody water. As it was, he would have to spray Riff Raff off with the hand shower after he drained the bath….
Frank reached into the cabinet and pulled on a pair of bright sky blue rubber gloves. His nails may have already been ruined, but his cuticles and elegant fingers were not and he intended to keep them at way. Snapping them on, he grabbed Riff Raff's head and pushed, plunging the man deep into the water.
Riff's suspended body functions wouldn't kick back into life for a while and only then would he actually begin to be breath. This would perhaps be the only opportunity to wash that lip, stringy hair, and he planned to take full advantage of it…
Awareness came very slowly for Riff Raff. He fought it, wishing to remain in the peaceful oblivion that was sleep. He refused to let him mind turn on or acknowledge the fact that he was waking up. To wake up would be to face things he had no power over. And his dreams, while always quite dark, would allow him a bit of control, even if it were imaginary. In dreams, he could do anything he wanted. If he chose to have Magenta there, she would be, and his Dream-Sister would love him no matter what he did. In his dreams, there was no Frank or Columbia, or even his servant-status to interrupt his liaison with his beloved sister. However, this time, he didn't remember what he had dreamt about. It was all very murky, and he remembered blackness. Nothing more…
Still, consciousness was on the edge of his muddled, drowsy mind, and it was swiftly approaching. And with it came his senses and memories, though he was still too gone for coherent thoughts. With every heavy breath, he inhaled a strange scent, overpowering and yet very light. His head was pillowed on something extremely soft and relaxing. While that was pleasant, his back was throbbing and twinging, sending sharp stabs of pain through his nerves.
Nerves…
Why was he even able to feel? He remembered that he had been in Deep Freeze, slumped on the hard, frozen floor. He should still be asleep, unless the Freezer had somehow malfunctioned and he had thawed out. What if he was trapped in here, with a thawing Eddie? He would go insane. While he had tolerated the man's music, the man himself was a rude, arrogant, disgusting human being. But no… That didn't explain the fact that he was warm and comfortable. Deep Freeze was hardly a warm or comfortable place to rest, hence why it had been a punishment…
A sharp stab of agony flared in his already hurting back, and Riff Raff gasped, snapping his eyes open. They watered with the pain, but he could easily recognize the room he was in. The bedroom he had awoken in last time. He was lying on the large, comfortable bed that Frank had invested quite a bit of money in, his head propped up by the large, decadent pillows. Warm air misted over his cheek. He weakly rolled over onto his side and looked next to him…
Frank.
Riff Raff recoiled sharply… or tried to. He seemed to be restrained in his movement. It took only a few seconds to realize what exactly was restraining him, and this made his turn his head to examine his slumbering Master.
While Riff was practically held against the man's chest, he could see that Frank was sleeping on his side, curled up somewhat, the covers drawn to his waist. He was wearing his favorite black dragon-embroidered bathrobe, though it had fallen a bit to reveal his flawless pale chest, which rose with ever breath. The man's face was relaxed, eyes closed and red lips parted slightly. One hand was tangled in the fabric of the silk pillows and the other was stretched out over Riff Raff, resting on his back. The hand was gripping his back tightly, holding him as close as he could without having Riff on top of him. Frank breathed in and out deeply, making small, innocent sighing noises in sleep.
Riff Raff blinked in shock, staring at the man, wincing as the hand tried to bring him even closer. One hand was in-between him and Frank's chest, firmly held in place, and his other arm was pinned against his side, restrained in such a way that all he could do was squirm. Ahh! Frank had seemed to notice the movement and had tightened his grip. If his back hadn't been bleeding before, it would be now.
Riff couldn't help but let a desperate scowl cross his face. The man who had whipped him, tortured him, and froze him was now cuddling up to him as if it had never happened. And worse, the need of the drugs was beginning to awake inside of him. He knew enough about the drug withdrawal to know that the symptoms usually peaked within 48 hours or so, and it had probably been at least that long if the craving was anything to go by. He knew it was just warming up, and already it was equal to what he already had dealt with. Riff Raff bit his lip to stop the scream from escaping him. Oh how he wanted to be alone, away from Frank and his manipulations. Magenta and Columbia wouldn't be home for another day, and he was sure that by then the symptoms would mellow out. His Sister would notice something was off, and if he was lucky, he could blame his shaking and edginess on his Master.
He certainly had the scars to prove that something had happened while she was away. He would hold of letting her see them as long as possible. Let them heal up a bit first. Right now, he assumed that his back was a brutal twisted mass of damaged skin. Magenta shouldn't have to lay her lovely eyes on such a sight. His dear sister would be disgusted as it was…
Riff Raff futilely tugged at his hand and Frank let out a soft groan of protest, burying his face into Riff's shoulder, murmuring unintelligibly. Riff tensed, closing his eyes in despair. He had never slept with anyone but Magenta before. He wished it were her gentle, delicate body next to him instead of the strong, muscular frame that was his Masters. She was so wonderful to lie next to, watching her beautiful breasts rise up and down in sleep, her eyes shut and relaxed, her lips parted ever so slightly. Sometimes, he would tenderly kiss her, and she would smile, recognizing the loving gesture even in her dreams.
Flinching, Riff arched his back slightly to take the pressure of Frank's hand off it. He needed to get out of this bed, out of this tight, unwanted embrace. He was betraying Magenta by resting next to this man…
His mind made up, he struggled as hard as he could, his limbs shaking and weakened by his withdrawal. Frank inhaled sharply in what could only be described as a snore and his eyes clenched in approaching awareness. He smacked his lips and muttered into the pillow.
"Mine…"
And with that Riff Raff was pulled even closer. His head was now resting on Frank's shoulder, and he was at an angle where he was quite nearly on top of his Master. He shuddered. Riff despised being touched, and sans Magenta, no one had ever been this close to him. In fact, Frank had hardly even spared him a thought before they had met in the Main Foyer those two days previous. All of a sudden, he was the object of the man's insatiable lust. Riff was certain that he could hold out a bit longer, but eventually, Frank would get too impatient and Riff's protesting would get him nowhere. He couldn't even fight his Master off, if worse came to worse.
Not only was he at a physical disadvantage, he had to protect his Sister from that fiend. If he fought, Frank would vent at Magenta, and he refused to let that happen. The thought of any harm coming to his beautiful, gentle sibling was enough to make him feel ill. If he resisted the man's advances, it could be Magenta being whipped and locked into Deep Freeze.
A soft moan of complaint next to him registered in his ear and he felt his Master's breathing change into that of a drowsy awakened state. It was silent save for the long, catlike yawns that escaped the man next to him.
"Hmm… g'morning Riffy…" said the sleepy, smooth voice. Riff internally sighed. He had hoped to have a little longer to himself before he faced the man who had recently flogged the skin from his back.
"…Master." He acknowledged in a very quite voice, his voice slightly hoarse and gruff from lack of speech.
Another yawn and eyes blinked a few times to clear the remaining sleep from them. Frank shifted, putting more distance between them and loosening his grip around his servant. Green eyes met Hazel and they blinked wearily. "Your awake. No ill effects from Deep Freeze, I trust?"
"None Master." It was true. The symptoms he had were not caused by the freezer.
"Good, good." It was said in way that meant Frank couldn't have cared less whether we was suffering or not. "I must say… you don't look at all pleased to see me. What? Don't enjoy sleeping with me?" He chuckled as if making an amusing joke.
Riff Raff said nothing. Oh, there were many things he longed to say, ached to say… but he figured that his back was scared enough for now.
Suddenly, Frank pushed himself up into a sitting position, removing all physical contact from his servant. He stared at his hands with a look of extreme disgust on his face, as if he had swallowed something extremely sour and vile. He carefully wiped them on a handkerchief that was kept next to the bed.
"I'll have to change your bandages, you're bleeding again. I suppose there is nothing for it, you seem to be determined to ruin my lovely sheets no matter how many times I change them…" Frank heaved a very put upon sigh, acting like the weight of the planet was on his shoulders. He slid from between the covers and stood up, uncaring of the fact that beneath his wide-open robe, he wore absolutely nothing.
Riff turned his head into the pillow at this. He had seen his Master in all states of dress. Nudity wasn't uncommon on Transsexual, as many couples didn't bother to find privacy before engaging in they're love making. On they're home planet, the body was a wondrous thing to behold: both sensual and dangerous. It could be used for the good and bad. As a reward or a punishment. It wasn't unusual to find Frank in nothing. Frank frequently ordered Riff Raff to bring him a drink while he took his bath. However, those times he had seen his Master's body, he regarded it in a very detached way. It wasn't important; he had no reason to think of it, and there were more important things to tend to than admire it. But now… seeing Frank's unblemished, strong frame seemed so personal. After all, he had, only a few moments's before, been held, and practically forced, to the strong chest. Seeing it like this made him feel as if he were betraying his beautiful, lovely sister…
Frank ignored his servant's plight (as he always did) and padded his way to the bathroom, stepping over the piles of wax that had dripped on the floor from the large candles that were constantly lit. In a way, he found that he liked caring for his little assistant. It made him feel so powerful to know that the other man was helpless to do anything against him. Not now, at least. Perhaps it was cruel of him, but Frank hardly ever professed to be kind. Especially when such an appetizing morsel was lying in his bed…
The bandages were still on the counter where he had left them. He hadn't bothered to put them away. What he would do to state this lust was indeed limited and he would only extend himself so far. Physical labor and menial chores were below him….
Riff felt the bed sink from his Master's weight as the man sat next to him, fiddling with something and cursing. Curiosity impelled him to turn his head slightly to see the cause of the steady stream of foul language. Frank fumbled with the tangled unraveled roll of bandages, which had somehow knotted itself in the distance between the Lavatory and the bed.
Finally, his Master grabbed the scissors that had also been brought and began to randomly cut the tangles out, wasting more than half the bandages in the process. Riff wisely chose to say nothing, though his lips twitched in a half smile. Another curse as Frank jabbed his finger with the sharp point of the scissors. His Master was never a morning person, and oftentimes he would stumble and act almost drunk. Riff Raff had seen his Master run into walls and trip on stairs before. Of course, where most people favored Coffee in the morning, Frank preferred to nip on over to Magenta and Columbia's room to engage in a passionate hour. An hour that could distinctly be heard in the house and frequently woke Riff Raff.
The slight twitch of his lips faded as quickly as it started, and Riff's fingers clenched into the fabric of the sheets as his hands twitched for a far different reason than amusement.
To Be Continued…
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