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 let out a murmured curse as the bandages tangled in the scissors. He was just too sleepy to pay attention, and he wished that Columbia or Magenta were around… They would wake him up properly. It was far too early to play nurse to anyone, let alone dress wounds. He wasn't even sure how to do that correctly. His former attempt had apparently not been good enough, as his assistant's back still bled. And all over his lovely, beautiful bed!! Were his chambers doomed to be ruined? Did Riff Raff secretly wish to do a hostile takeover of his bedroom? As preposterous as it would sound, Columbia had tried to do just that once, packing her clothes into his wardrobe and trying to sneak her disgusting make-ups into his bathroom. He had thrown her out quite quickly. Her lipsticks were cheep and unflattering with his skin, and her corsets wouldn't fit at all. So he had tossed all of her things into the elevator and let her find them. Shortly after, she had roomed up with Magenta, as if to tell him that she was wanted somewhere…
He hissed as the scissors jabbed him in the finger. He paused and examined the small indent, making sure that it wouldn't mar his flawless skin. In his peripheral vision, he say Riff Raff turn his head to watch him. Frank inwardly grinned. Let the man look. As he cut the bandages into strips, he shifted slightly, letting the corner of his robe slip off his shoulder and dangle near the crook of his elbow. Ahha! That got a slight smirk from his servant. That twitching, tiny smile…did that not scream encouragement? Why, that smirk of his was almost begging him to take the man right then and there! He wanted to so badly. However, he would build it up. He had seduced many stubborn men before, and although Riff seemed to have lasted the longest, Frank was positive that he would fall in the end.
The smirk quickly turned back into the grimace that it usually was. A shudder rippled through Riff's rigid frame. Frank wanted nothing more than to see that smile return. Perhaps not in actual happiness, but maybe in lust. The thought of his servant sweating, panting, crying out underneath him… it fogged his mind… and went straight to his groin.
"Turn over onto your stomach." It wasn't a suggestion, rather, a command. It was said in a velvety smooth voice; rich and alluring, but it carried the tiniest hint of steel. Frank smirked at his little servant, placing a hand on the man's back and rolling him over when he didn't move quickly enough. His fingers lingered on the silk robe, feeling the warmth of skin beneath it. He moved, straddling Riff Raff's legs, making sure that the silk of own robe was between him and his servant. While he had no qualms about sitting fully nude on the man, he didn't want to frighten the man too badly with that bold of move. "Now then, my little dove, off with that robe…."
Riff Raff instantly went still. His eyes widened slightly, taking on a worried look. Now that it was mentioned, he noticed that he was wearing a robe…. And only a robe. He could feel the smooth silk against his skin, caressing the bare flesh softly with every breath. He closed his eyes in despair; He felt violated. This was worse than the beating, worse than deep freeze. Only Magenta had even seen him naked. And as he was wearing nothing but the robe, he could only assume Frank had been the one to undress him. He tried to feel if he were at all sore anywhere below his back. He wouldn't put it past the man to have taken complete advantage of the situation. After all, one could only be put off a few times before snapping. Rape was something he felt Frank might just sink to if given the opportunity.
However much he wanted to try and fight, he didn't protest as the robe was pulled off of his shoulders and down his back, coming to a stop just over his hip. Though Frank had probably seen all of him by then, Riff Raff was less than eager to give him a repeated showing. He could only imagine what he must look like, his flesh bloody and mangled from the harsh whipping he had been given, and his face a mixture of pasty white with furious red splotches on his cheeks from humiliation…
"Tsk!" Said his Master in disapproval, snipping away the bloody bandages from his back, not minding much as he accidentally snipped the skin as well. "There's blood everywhere! What in garters name did you do to yourself while sleeping?!"
"You… were clutching my back, Master…" as soon as the words slipped from his mouth, Riff Raff knew he should have kept quiet. The withdrawal was making it difficult to concentrate on keeping his guard up. The feeling of another body so near made him think of Magenta, and he always spoke freely with her. Riff bit his lip and waited for the explosion that was sure to come.
The scissors paused.
"Are you saying that this is my fault?" The words were hissed dangerously, the lips that uttered them leaning towards his ear. He felt the hot breath against his neck and he broke out in goosebumps. The blades of the sharp scissors gouged into his skin, causing more blood to trickle down his side. Riff winced and shook his head a fraction. Perhaps not the explosion he had been expecting, but in fact, much worse. A shouting Frank he could deal with, a calm, collected one was unpredictable.
"No Master, a… slip of the tongue…" They both knew it wasn't, but if Frank was still playing his little game, it would hopefully pass. And it did.
"For your sake, my little dove, see that you don't slip again…" Frank crooned softly, licking the tip of his ear just barely. Riff shivered and tilted his head away. From the corner of his eye, he could see his Master, looking both seductive and sadistic. The sly smile, the dark, burning green eyes that met his in a brief lock. A sinister gleam was in his eyes, which were glinting in the candlelight. The shadows that played across his face made him look much more like a predator about to taste a particularly delightful prey…
Frank was the first to break the eye contact and he returned to the bandages. Riff Raff felt the cutting continue and then, with a sharp tug, the bandaged were pulled free. Actually, much more like ripped free, as they had dried into the lashes when his Master had first bandaged them. His eyes watered in slight pain as he could feel more blood dribble down his waist and into the sheets beneath him. Riff Raff buried his face into the pillow and tried to ignore the happenings behind him. A moan of despair from Frank as he obviously caught sight of the increasing number of stains on his beloved sheets. The trickles were wiped away roughly.
There was silence for a moment before the man spoke again.
"Goodness, I really did a number on you, didn't it?" His Master declared with a hint of smug pride in his voice. "Not that you didn't deserve it, mind you. The incest might have been tolerated. Your disgusting Earth Drugs would have been dealt with by a simple whipping, as your paying for it dearly already. Rocky's brain however…" Frank paused and Riff felt a wet cloth dab roughly at the wounds, mostly likely doing more bad than good. "Well, be grateful that I didn't use your brain to replace it. It doesn't seem like your using it anyways…"
"Master…forgive me…" Riff wanted to gag at the simpering tone he made himself use. He hated calling this revolting man Master. Master of what? Not science! Riff did most of the dirty work, and solved most of the equations. Sure, Frank may be quite brilliant at it, but he didn't have the same grasp of the art as Riff Raff did. If only he could use that lab to truly create an intelligent person instead of a built-up plaything. It was such a waste of talent, making a walking sex-toy…
Frank examined his servant's back with slightly dismayed eyes. He had seen the extent of the wounds when he had undressed his soaking wet servant after the bath, but he had been quite distracted about his assistant's exposed state to really take in anything else. Riff Raff's back would be scarred for the rest of his life, thanks to that one little whipping. He brushed a long gash with the cloth, frowning as he pressed too hard and it tore open again. This would take forever, and he didn't have forever. Any sign of his former arousal was now non-existent. It had been a delight to lick that pale ear and see his servant quiver beneath him, however, facing the damage he had dealt to the man only hours before was quite effective in ruining his erection…
Truly, he hadn't meant to cause this much damage. He had just been in such a rage… His loyal, obedient servant was found to be anything but! Fucking his sister, addicted to drugs, ruining his creations…! He had only meant for Riff to understand that such acts were not to be taken lightly. Then again, he mused, he wouldn't have done that to Magenta or Columbia. In fact, he had never whipped either of them before. Never. They're punishments were rather different, but just as effective. Once, when Magenta had gone out of his favor, he had had slipped into her and Colombia's room in the night, climbing onto the red-haired woman and tying her tightly to the bed. If there was one thing Frank knew how to do, it was how to bring a woman to absolute pleasure. He had gotten her right on the edge before stopping all together. Then he had crossed the room to Columbia and had given her the most mind-blowing satisfaction he ever had, leaving Magenta sweating and in agony, listening to the lust-filled cries of her friend and unable to do anything to bring her to the same enjoyment.
And that had been all it took. She had apologized to him the next day and the next night, he finished what he had started. Columbia had been dealt with the same a few times. He was able to cause either pleasure or pain with his body, something he took such joy in. Sex and Torture. Nothing else could get him more aroused than that.
And Riff Raff, he allowed for both. Torture through Sex. Or perhaps not sex yet, but the touching and kissing and licking. It distressed Riff so much, and excited Frank even more.
Frank took one of the folded bandages and began to cover the scars, having washed them as much as cared to. He was much more worried about his beautiful sheets, but they were most likely ruined beyond all repair now. Playing nurse was truly hard at times. Especially when he had undressed his little assistant. Oh, it had been so difficult to restrain himself from taking advantage of that situation. Riff Raff had been so vulnerable, sitting there in the bathroom, devoid of all clothing. So helpless and unaware… It would have been so easy to flip him over and take him…
But Frank wanted to hear his servant underneath him when the moment came. He wanted to feel him move and breathe and moan. Screwing a motionless, unresponsive body was hardly something to get his jollies from. In sex, the only thing that truly mattered was that he was getting pleasure from it. As it was, he usually loved it when his partner was involved and liking it. It made him feel all the more powerful; knowing that it he was the cause. But really, He couldn't have cared less if his partner enjoyed it or not. He wasn't ever doing it for them anyways. However with Riff Raff…. He wanted the man to feel it all, to get absolute pleasure and enjoyment from it. And then, once finished, Frank would be able to lay next to him and watch the horror and dismay slink into his eyes. Oh it would be wonderful, and Frank knew that the look of his servant afterward would be more pleasurable than the sex itself.
He both felt and saw the shudder that rippled down Riff's scarred back. Ah. That withdrawal. That would be a bit of a problem. He couldn't very well seduce his delectable little servant when the man was fretting and twitching over that stupid Earth Drug. Really! He should never have gotten mixed up with substances like that. Cigarettes and booze was one thing, Drugs were another. Frank enjoyed his cigarettes as much as the next person, but he wasn't addicted. He could quit anytime. He enjoyed simply for the fact that it was calming and that he looked quite sexy with the smoke drifting out of his lips, or so his past lovers has told him. A cigarette after sex with Columbia was almost a must….
"Tsk, tsk, Riffy dear…" Frank cooed at the trembling servant beneath him. He saw Riff Raff tense as whatever he was about to say. Oh dear, was his assistant so wary around him that they couldn't even have a civil conversation?! He would have to file that observation away from future thought. Right now, he didn't really care if Riff spoke or not. "Put it all from your mind, pet, I tossed the whole lot of it down the drain…"
He said it in a calmly detached sort of way, as if he were discussing the frightfully bad weather or the food that was served the previous week. He was greatly rewarded when Riff seemed to deflate.
Riff Raff had known, of course, that there would be no possible way that he would ever set eyes on those pills again. Ever. Now that his Master was aware of the dealing that had been going on behind his back, it would be impossible to sneak out every three weeks. He had suspected that Frank would have tossed the bottle before taunting him with it. After all, the drugs were useless to the man, as he didn't have any need for them, and he certainly wouldn't allow his slave to get any pleasure from it. Slave…. That was really what he and Magenta were. Servant implied that they were getting paid for they're services, which couldn't have been farther from the truth. Well, perhaps his sister got a payment of sorts. It was that payment that often kept Riff up at night. Riff Raff figured that there wasn't really anything to pay them with anyways. Earth money was practically worthless; they had more than enough to buy anything they could have ever wanted five times over. Transylvanian currency was likewise ineffective. They wouldn't be returning to they're beloved planet anytime soon and the money would sit and collect dust. Riff cared little about money anyways; that wasn't what he wanted to be paid in. The only thing he would have wanted was for his sister to escape this hell. Riff didn't honestly care much about his freedom, this life allowed him to at least experiment in the lab, but Magenta was wasting away as a maid, a mere household domestic. She had so much potential; she could have done anything she desired. A perfect body, a perfect voice, the grace and skill that any number of professions craved… She didn't deserve to dust tables and mantles all day.
Riff grimaced as he was bandaged roughly, with clumsy, inexperienced hands. Frank may have been a wonderful scientist and a master of seduction, but he lacked all the skills necessary to be a passable nurse. He wished that Magenta could be here with him, dressing his wounds instead of his Master. She usually tended to him when he was injured, and her gentle, loving touch was much more familiar than the fingers running over his back. His beautiful sister had such a way about her that almost made the beating worth it. When being lashed for displeasing his Master, the thought of her taking care of him afterwards made the whole situation bearable…
His fingers clenched into the pillows and he bit his lip. He felt nauseous again, though his stomach was quite empty. That was one less thing to worry about, at least. He knew that Frank wouldn't be at all thrilled at the thought of him vomiting in his luxurious bathroom again. Riff was still amazed that he had gotten away with it once, though the beating he had later receive had more than made up for it. A wave of need raced through his veins, worse than any he had previously experienced. Oh he was a fool. He had known playing with Earth drugs was a risky thing. A one-time experiment with them wasn't enough to cause any problems, but the truth was that Transylvanians were just too different from Humans. There were definite, if small, variations to the construction of the body that set them apart from the Earth beings…
Frank studied his servant's buried head with a thoughtful look. That damn withdrawal! How was he supposed to woo his little assistant into his bed (So to speak, as Riff Raff was already quite present on the aforementioned bed)? An idea struck him, suddenly. His assistant hadn't even really noticed the withdrawal effects when Frank had been toying with him the previous day. In fact, until Frank had reacted about the shocking incestual utterance, Riff hadn't even shuddered once! Well, not from the drug at least. Really, he would be doing the man a favor, though he knew Riff wouldn't take it as such..
Frank couldn't help but let a sly grin spread over his face as he continued his sloppy, half-hearted bandaging attempt. He honestly couldn't have cared less about his servant's back, but the excuse allowed him much desired contact and justification on straddling Riff Raff's legs. His dressings wouldn't even help the vast scarring that would occur, and were quite worthless. He mainly wanted the wounds to be covered. The sight of the damage made him feel slightly ill! And who wouldn't have? Even the strongest stomach would churn at the thought of the blood dripping into ones favorite silk sheets. Best just bandage the whole thing up and save his future bedding such treatment.
Still, It wasn't so bad. He could ignore the disgusting task now that his little servant smelt so good. And his skin was truly a delight to stroke from the oils he had graciously added to the bath water. So smooth and soft… Frank couldn't resist, he bent his head down and rested his cheek on Riff Raff's shoulder, inhaling deeply. He could feel his servant tense up beneath him. He ignored it for now and rubbed his cheek against the silky feeling, closing his eyes in bliss…
The bandaging was completely forgotten as he felt Riff Raff struggle to move away from him. Frank licked his lips (brushing his servant's shoulder with his tongue), and with a hand, grabbed his assistant's other shoulder, drawing him closer. The rose scent was intoxicating, especially mixed with the man's normal smell. It wasn't anything he could define off the top of his head, but it was so very alluring. He had known giving the man a bath had been a wonderful idea, even if it had been necessary, but this was an unexpected and delightful side-effect!
He could see Riff Raff watching him from the corner of his eyes with an expression of slight despair. Good. It was exactly what he had hoped to see. He wanted Riff to know that he was completely helpless. Frank could and would do anything he pleased to the man (And he wanted to do quite a bit…), to the man, and Riff would have to just grit his teeth and bear it. Frank experimentally flicked his tongue out and trailed it up to the crook of his neck, sucking slightly. Riff's eyes flickered and twitched, and he could se his servant bit his lip and turn away. He couldn't help but chuckle softly. Such reactions he could get from his little assistant… Oh so amusing! Why, never before had a partner entertained him like Riff Raff did! Columbia and Magenta couldn't even compare, even when they were both with him. Oh, there would have to be a repeat performance of this. His servant was simply too delicious to only taste once.
A brief thought flittered into his head… Maybe he could have Riff, Columbia, and Magenta together with him for a try. After all, Riff Raff didn't seem to mind screwing his own sister, and Frank thought that perhaps he could deal with it if they gave him extra attention. Then he remembered that Riff Raff hated Columbia with a passion… That wasn't a problem, as Frank was sure that Riff hate him with a passion as well. Still, it was a nice imaginary scenario. He hadn't engaged in a foursome for quite sometime, and engaging in one with the whole Castles occupants would be rather enjoyable. Oh well, If he couldn't have Riff Raff join his current Trio, he would just have to make sure that Magenta and him didn't get any alone time. Limit the man's sex, and perhaps he would beg to join in the fun. Frank mulled over the thought of his servant bursting through the doors of his sister's room pleading his Master to remove his sexual tension. The thought was both arousing and amusing, as Frank was quite aware that his little pet would never do anything of the sort. Oh well. One could wish. His prominent imagination wasn't limited to the bonds of reality afterall…
"Mmm… Riff Raff, you- smack- taste so- smack- good…" Frank murmured in between the kisses he began to trail over the man's shoulder, moving slowly towards his neck. He felt his servant shudder underneath him, and Frank smirked as he delicately licked Riff's earlobe. When that failed to do anything more than make his servant cringe, he moved passed it to the spot directly behind it. He nibbled lightly, teasing the sensitive skin with his teeth. Frank wasn't familiar with his servant's body like he was with his other partners. He didn't know what would get his a good response and what would be ignored or disliked. Whenever he had someone over at the Castle for a night, his guest usually either said what they enjoyed or they were to far into lust to care. Riff Raff was certainly not beyond caring, and Frank doubted that he would get a decent answer if he asked Riff whether he enjoyed a certain type of foreplay or not. However, as Frank gently teased the extremely sensitive spot, he was surprisingly rewarded by a sharp inhalation of breath from to man beneath him.
Riff Raff couldn't help but gasp as his Master bit on the skin behind his ear. He wasn't a stranger to kissing and petting before sex; Magenta and he did they're fair share of it when they spent the night together. However, Riff was always much more attentive to his sister than she was to him. It wasn't her fault though. She confessed that she felt guilty that she couldn't always return the favor, but that his touches always sent her into a state where she couldn't focus. He had taken this as the compliment it was intended, and things continued much the same. However, because of this, the spot his Master was enjoying was one Magenta had yet to discover…
And as Frank shifted so that he was no longer straddling Riff Raff's legs, Riff knew that short of forced vomiting, there would be no getting out of this situation like he previously had. His Masters lips would smother any protests, and any attempt at escaping would be overpowered. Hands were already rolling him over onto his bandaged back, causing his to wince in pain. Riff noticed that he was trembling for a much different reason than withdrawal as Frank one more sitting on his stomach, resting most of his weight on his legs so as not to restrict his servant's breathing.
Riff stared desperately into the eyes of his Master as the man ran his fingers down his chest. Frank's robe was open, falling on either side of him, curtaining him from the rest of the room. His Master's green eyes, only mere inches away, stared into his own. They were filled with a burning passion as well a sinister amusement, leaving him little doubt of the man's intentions. As if the feel of his Master's obvious arousal wasn't enough of a hint.
Frank's lips curved into a wicked looking smirk and those emerald eyes glinted sinisterly. They both knew that the battle was already over and won before it was even fought. Frank's victory was assured, as there was absolutely nothing his Servant could do to prevent it.
And as his Master's lips descended upon his own, the only thing Riff Raff could do was clench his eyes shut and send a mental apology to his dear, beautiful sister for betraying her…
To Be Continued…
(To my Readers: Thank you, as always, for the wonderful reviews I had received. They have made this chapter possible. I was struggling a few times to overcome a small block I developed, but reading them made it much more easier to get over it! I hope you enjoyed it. Not much happened, and I am honestly surprised I managed to drag something like dressing wounds out for so long. Believe me, it was hard. But I did add the promised steaminess to the end, so I hope you weren't disappointed. The scene that we have all been waiting for will be the next chapter, so stay tuned. I have no experience writing those types of scenes, so I am a bit worried about mucking it up. I suppose I'll have to search for some good Slash fics and take notes. Expect the chapter up within a week or so. It will take much more effort to write. I do hope that you will enjoy it just as much! The story is winding down, but I expect there will be about 11 Chapters in all. However, if I get some good ideas, I'll be writing loads more Riff Raff and Frank stories. If you have any recommendations, I would greatly enjoy hearing them. Anyways, Thank you for the reviews! They are a delight to read and truly make my day!)