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.
Warning: Mature content and sex scene below.
The moment Frank closed upon those lips, he could feel something inside him light up.
He was no stranger to sex. No, he a sort of degree in it. Transsexual was a very sex driven planet. Scantily clad bodies (By earth standards, at least) were the normal. No overcoats or suits or jeans stocked the shelves. Instead, garters, corsets, collars, platforms, fishnets, thigh-highs, and a large variety of heavy make up was what you would find in most clothing stores. Sex-Ed wasn't a two-month course, like on Earth. It was a required class that you took from ages 6 to around 14. By around thirteen, most boys and girls were sexually active and had partner/s. He himself had popped the cherry at age 11, a memorable enough experience that he had sought further training. After the required courses, there were additional classes that could be taken as Electives to get a higher study for the fine art. He had taken them all and had graduated top of his class, as well as winning first place at the graduate-talent-show.
No, He was not stranger to the delicate, passionate art of making-love. He had been with hundreds of partners, each of them rewarding in they're own way. He could cause both pain or pleasure or both. He was a Master of manipulation and had perfected the fragile skill with such grace that his name was very well known on his planet, as well as in select circles on Earth (though he was simply known as Dr. Frank in the latter). He had done it all…
But this was by far the best, and there wasn't even much contact between him and his little servant. It was just kissing, and though Riff Raff's lips made him feel rather flustered and weak-kneed, he would never have expected a simple touching of the lips to be so… exciting. He wanted to take the man then and there, turn him over and plunge in, but he restrained himself, if just. Getting the prize before winning the game… he was used to it. Fairness and Respect were all such trivial things. People say that they are the foundation in which society was built upon, but he preferred to see them as more optional suggestions. Respect was indeed a one-way street. If it suited his agenda, he would go with the flow, but if not, he had no qualms about turning right around and going the wrong way.
Frank kept his eyes open, as he broke apart slightly before diving in with a passion that would leave Riff Raff's lips quite bruised and swelled. Startled, His assistant squirmed underneath his hips. He smirked into the kiss, letting Riff know that he found the whole thing quite amusing. Slowly and tauntingly, he flicked his tongue and traced bottom lips, sucking and drawing it between his teeth. He bit softly, not enough to hurt but with enough passion that Riff Raff drew back into the pillows and gave him a poorly disguised look of loathing and fear.
Frank chuckled.
Riff Raff gritted his teeth together with such force, he thought they might break. His Master had paused for a few seconds before attacking his lips in what could only be called an assault. He wanted to cry, to scream, and to fight back. The pressing weight on him was uncomfortable, but not constricting. He wanted nothing more than to shove the man off of him and run back to the safety of his room. His hands clenched into fists and his nails buried themselves into his skin.
The painted lips left, giving him only a short-lived relief before they went straight for his ears again. Ah! He shuddered. That one, dangerous little spot behind his earlobe, right at the edge of his jaw… He wished Magenta had found that area first; that she had been the one to cause the shiver that raced down his spine with electric speed. His Sister would have been so lovely to lay next to, kissing like this, exploring each other so completely that when the night was over, knowledge of they're partner's body would be greater than that of they're own. Magenta had wanted to do that once, as had he. She had asked him to lie down on her bed and let her simply touch and kiss him. Unfortunately, Columbia had announced her approaching arrival by the excited clacking of her tap-shoes, and Riff Raff had bolted, disheveled and half-dressed, from the room.
The thought of his beautiful, elegant Sister filled him with such self-loathing. He hated that he was betraying her like this. He had made a promise to himself to forever be faithful to her, and he had never gone back on his word. Not even to himself. He found his own body quite repulsive to look at and he found absolutely no pleasure in relieving his arousal alone. He knew his Master didn't like his looks either. He could smell the rose scented oils that had soaked into his skin, and he recognized the fact that he was clean of the Brain Preserving fluid and blood that had coated him when he had been locked in the freezer. Frank must have bathed him to thaw him out. The hot water alone would have been enough to remove the dry, medicinal smell of Deep Freeze, but apparently, it wasn't good enough. Instead, he had to smell of roses… of Frank.
His Master shifted and brought a sharp-nailed finger up to tenderly stroke his cheek. Riff turned his head to evade the touch. Frank had a certain routine that he always followed before having sex. The motions varied, but the intent remained nearly every single time. Riff Raff knew that pattern like the back of his hand. He had walked in on the man having sex numerous times, and he had heard it through his chamber walls enough to form a perfectly clear mental image of how it went. Frank was not one to rush into things. While he often gave people the false belief that he was rash and hasty, he was actually dangerously clever. Not much slipped passed his notice, though he often chose to not take any action on what he observed. That made his Master both a risky opponent and an incredible lover.
He knew what could please his future partner before they even spoke two words to him. Frank never went too fast in sex, a mistake most commonly made. He drew it out agonizingly, to the point where the eventual relief was mind-blowing. It was that skill that made him almost irresistible to most. He made your world explode in a burst of sounds, words, colors and feeling, so muddled and twisted that it left you aching and begging for more. Or so Columbia had said, one dinner when Frank had been working. Magenta had snickered and joined in about her own experiences. Riff Raff had left the table without a word and left them to they're gossip. He had little interest in hearing how incredible Frank could make someone orgasm. Such a pointless dinner topic had ruined his appetite. He had tried to ignore that small stab of jealousy that had followed his departure...
As the lips continued from his ear and down his neck, licking and sucking ever so gently, he glanced to the side, hoping he could focus on something else. Anything else would be better than the feeling of the slick tongue on the crook of his neck, another extremely sensitive spot. However, as he did so, his eyes caught something he immediately recognized. A large white bottle that he was extremely familiar with. Oh.
Oh…
He cried out and tried to twist his body towards it. The weight of Frank on his chest suddenly seemed far too heavy and he gasped for breath as if he were being suffocated. The bottle was sitting right there, so close and yet so far. It was empty, he tried to rationalize. It had nothing in it. The pills were gone; his Master had said so. But he wanted the bottle next to him so badly, even just to hold the comforting Earth Plastic. Perhaps the scent of the Morphine would still linger inside; that medicinal, overpowering scent of release. The plastic would still smell of plastic, as well as Deep Freeze, and possibly even the rose bathwater, but to even touch the bottle would be a relief. Anything that would bring him closer to that next dosage that was now two days late…
A sharp wave of complete need raced through his veins, making him arch slightly and moan. The lips abruptly left his neck and he could feel that his Master was staring at him. He twisted again, accidentally grinding his hips into Frank's. The man let out an aroused groan. It wasn't sexual need, and Frank knew it. It was a desire of another sort. The drug withdrawal was rearing its ugly head at the worse moment. Moisture filled his eyes as he began to pant heavily. Oh… Fuck, he needed it… He had to have it. He couldn't exist without it. Everything that his sister loved was because of that wonderful drug. She would hate him if he suddenly changed, and he would have to listen to her screw Frank every night out of spite. What seemed like a sob rose in his throat and he closed his eyes and bit his lip angrily.
The hand returned, brushing and tracing his jaw-line, fingers lightly ghosting over the skin of his cheek and neck. Riff Raff turned his head to the side once more and the hand slipped off.
"Hush, pet… shh…." Frank crooned softly, lips inches from his servant's. A deadly grin threatened to break over his face as he felt the man struggle underneath him to get away. Frank held him tightly though, but gently. He was far too close to just let his servant get away. Far, Far too close, and he wouldn't give it up for anything. He had expected Riff Raff to try something- anything, to get away! However, he didn't expect it to look so pathetic. He almost felt sorry for the weak man.
Almost.
"Shh, Riffy… your fine… just relax…" He tried to sooth, getting just the slightest bit irritated, even if he was still smirking. He didn't want to start threatening the man to stop squirming like that, but he would if he had to. Riff Raff was unknowingly grinding right into his erection, and unless the man wanted to be flipped over and forcibly taken, it would be wise for him to stop. Frank wouldn't have minded, but he was hoping for a repeat of this in the future, and he knew that he would get nothing if he used force. Riff would never forgive him, and what was worse, his Sister might be told and there was a chance that she wouldn't forgive him either! He could handle loosing one partner, but not two… especially when Magenta was part of his Bedroom Trio. The thought was maddening, and he shoved it from his mind, instead focusing on his sweating, panting assistant underneath him. "Hush… everything will be alright…"
He bent for another kiss and found that his Servant turned away from him again. Frank scowled and grabbed Riff's smooth face, turning him so that Riff Raff was looking into his eyes. Green met Hazel.
"M-Master… I am about to… be sick…" And truly, his servant looked quite ill. Frank didn't fall for it.
"Shh… you wont."
The man weakly fidgeted in an attempt to get away, one shaking arm reaching out to claw at something. Frank frowned at this and glanced up at what his assistant's hand was trying to grab. Ahha. The bottle. He mentally kicked himself (Softly though, so as not to mar his talented brain). He could have sworn he had tossed that damn thing after removing Riff Raff from the bath. No wonder his assistant was practically having a breakdown. He himself had never gotten addicted to a drug of any sort, but he had heard of withdrawals. Apparently, what Riff was going through would be the sort of torture that he imagined he would feel if he suddenly couldn't have any sex. Frank could only imagine the sort of pain and frustration that would come with the absence, but luckily, if things became bad, he could take care of the problem himself. Riff Raff wasn't so fortunate.
That bottle was doing nothing but taunting him, waving what he couldn't have in front of his face. And while Riff Raff was so concerned about that, he wasn't paying any attention to Frank! Unacceptable!
Frank lunged slightly, snatching the damn piece of plastic from the bedside-table. The pills were long gone, but this white container represented it well enough. He had to completely cut off his servant from this drug. Then, perhaps, Riff Raff could get addicted to a much more wonderful form of pleasure. Frank checked to make sure the bottle was empty before tossing it over his shoulder. He heard it thud softly as it hit the heavy, drawn curtains that section of his room from the lab, before it clattered to the ground.
"Maste-!" Riff Raff's startled plea was cut of as Frank softly quieted his servant by placing one finger on the man's lips.
"Shh, my little dove… You will not be ill; your stomach is too empty. Just relax, Riff Raff, pet…" Frank whispered gently into his assistant's ears, letting himself positively ooze sincerity and comfort. "I'll take care of you…. Just relax…"
Riff Raff wisely said nothing, giving the room a panicked once-over, as if an emergency exit had suddenly materialized. The gently resting had on his chest was being lifted and lowered with every frantic breath he took. The bottle was gone, and with it went all hopes of escaping this situation.
So Riff Raff did what he did best.
He analyzed.
Despite what some thought, he wasn't a stupid man. Because he often didn't speak and because of the fake hump, people immediately assumed him unintelligent. In reality, He simply didn't feeling like talking to hear his own voice. Mindless chatter was a pointless way to pass the time, and socializing was for those who wanted company of any sorts. He always left the socializing to his Master or Columbia and Magenta. Between the three of them, Guests were quickly made at home. No one ever paid mind to the skulking, somber butler in the background, not even his own sister at time. And that was the way he preferred it. Let them have they're fun. It saved him the trouble of trying to live up to expectations. Living around Frank for so long had made him quite paranoid of everything. Double or triple meanings around the castle were frequent, especially with his Master. He had to be always alert, always cautious, and always one step ahead.
He was clearly not winning this game his Master was playing. He was the looser, the aim, and the prize all combined. He had tried to so hard to avoid just this for so long. He was not going to get out of this at all. Frank was too close to the prize, and when determined, his Master could be a formidable enemy. He was at a disadvantage physically, mentally, and emotionally. Frank was taking this opportunity and using it to the fullest. He wouldn't let any amount of protesting deter him. Not this time.
It was only sex, Riff Raff tried to reason with himself. It was just flesh. In the long run, it wouldn't matter so much. Once done, it would likely never be brought up unless his Master wanted a repeat performance. They would both continue they're lives as they had. He hardly believed that Frank would suddenly change his attitude when the others were near. It would bring about too many questions, and Frank hated when people nosed they're way into his business. It was just sex. Just simple contact. And then it would be all over and he could slink of to his room to wonder how in garters name he would explain any of this to Magenta….
Magenta…
The thought of his beautiful, lovely sister made his chest ache strangely. She had been in this bed before, likely in the same exact spot as he was. He had heard them before, of course. But he had never walked in on them. When Frank was with his Magenta, Riff made a point to stay as far away as possible, to the point of staying out in the courtyard all night. Between Frank and his sister, the castle was quite loud. And add in a lust-filled Columbia… Riff Raff was surprised the windows hadn't broken.
Riff's muscles relaxed ever so slightly, loosing as Frank continued a rather soothing massage on his shoulders and neck. He felt the warmth of breath on the side of his face and the slight brushing of his Masters lips on his skin. Despite his reaction, or perhaps because of it, he hated Frank all the more. How dare he take advantage like this? To practically force himself on his unwilling Servant. It was degrading, humiliating, and repulsive…
He felt the slick, moist feeling of the man's tongue begin to trail down past his neck and descending to his collarbone. He remained perfectly still, taking short, slightly hysteric breaths. The hands were still kneading his taut muscles, careful to avoid the bandaged lash marks. Against his wishes, his body began to respond to Frank's actions, unwinding and easing up from his former motionless status. He stared at the black canopy above him, wishing that he were anywhere else-
A sharp tingle ran through his body, alighting his nerves. He gasped, jerking considerably in surprise. The vibrations as his Master chuckled into his chest made him aware of the source of the odd sensation. The feeling came again, and unable to control it, he let out a slight moan. Another spot discovered…
Frank nibbled on his servant's chest, licking and then blowing cold air on the man's nipple, enjoying the assorted responses from his delightful little assistant. Oh, this was wonderful. He hadn't ever had so much fun. Even that twenty-some hadn't been as amazing as this! Why, this was positively exhilarating! He would simply have to do this again. But first, he would make the most out of the present. He was in control here, and the feeling of power that raced through his veins, to know that Riff Raff was completely defenseless, was intoxicating.
He bit down gently on his servants already erect nipple, licking and sucking slightly. He could feel the man underneath him draw short breaths, most likely trying to hold in his aroused moaning. With his tongue, he trailed his way to the other side, abusing the small numb there as well. And then it came. That oh so invigorating gasp. Frank briefly wondered why his assistant was reacting like this. While thrilling, it was as if he had never experienced this. Just how did Magenta treat him in bed? Was she the dominant, or the submissive? Personally, he couldn't imagine either of them taking control. His quite servant was far too reserved to be in charge of his mischievous Sister. She always preferred to have the attention brought to her, rather than seek it out. Not necessarily a Submissive, but certainly not a dominant either. Maybe this was his servant was acting like this. Frank couldn't see Magenta doing much other than allowing Riff Raff to smother her in attention. Knowing the somber man, he would get his kicks from pleasing his sister and require very little reciprocating.
And this brought another question to mind. Riff Raff had been with a man before, right? Or was his sister his first and only lover? Frank wouldn't have been very surprised if that was so, and he would have to make sure that Riff was well prepared. Otherwise, it would make for a very painful experience…
Frank let himself move even lower, nibbling and licking his way down Riff's chest, paying attention to where experience told him was the most sensitive areas. Many times, he was rewarded with the feeling of his servant shudder underneath him. Not much moaning, but that would quickly be remedied. With the one hand that was unoccupied, he began to remove Riff Raff's robe, letting the silk slide away from his servant's body gently. The sudden tensing let him know that the motion was definitely unwelcome, but this time, he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that he be able to look at his increasingly wonderful assistant. The fabric fell away and Frank took in the breathtaking view. He had seen Riff naked before, when dressing him in the robe to begin with, but he had been focusing on restraining his urges to really admire the sight.
He was beautiful. There was no other word for it. In the candlelight, shadows flickered across his body, causing the emotions in Riff Raff's hazel-green eyes to look dark and heated. His skin practically glowing in the light, so pale that it was. Transylvanians were naturally quite pale, as they had no sun. They're moonlight had properties in it that caused the occupants of Transsexual to grow and thrive. However, he had never really realized how pale one could be. The healthy glow of Magenta was something he frequently saw as he undressed her. He hadn't ever noticed Riff Raff's sallow cheeks, and sunken eyes or the alarming lack of weight. Nor did he notice how white his skin was. How long had it been since this body had felt the warmth of the sun?
The four of them had all gone to a public pool once on Columbia's assistance. Frank had sportingly agreed upon spotting the half-nude lifeguards sunbathing at they're posts. They had changed into they're suits, and had made they're way into the water, splashing and hooting with joy. Riff Raff hadn't a suit, and had gone in a baggy open white shirt and tight jeans. He had refused to get into the pool and instead had sat in the shadows of an umbrella, reading a beaten science book through dark sunglasses. Magenta had tried to encourage him to swim with her, but Riff had been determined not to engage in such frivolity.
Frank remembered this only because it had been the only time he had ever seen Riff Raff in bright sunny weather. He hadn't noticed at the time, but now he recalled how shockingly pale his servant truly was. Riff had looked sheet white, matching the clean sparkling fabric of his shirt. One could hardly tell the shirt had been open, as the chest beneath it was the same color. Had he not been lurking in the shadows, Frank was sure that Riff's appearance would have caused quite a ruckus. Riff Raff's torso had almost a translucent look to it. As it was, they had all been kicked out from Frank's 'indecent' wardrobe. Apparently it wasn't okay for a man to wear a bikini…
His hands ceased they're massage and gently clawed they're way down to the man's delectable hips, pausing to grip them slightly. He could see Riff Raff edgy once more, hands clenching into fists. With a dangerous smirk and a glint in his green eyes. Frank let his lips inch downwards. His tongue slipped out. Time to taste that beautiful, ivory skin…
Riff Raff lurched slightly, gasping. Cheeks were flushed from embarrassment and the sudden warm temperature the room had. A bead of sweat formed on his brow and trickled down his cheek. He almost wanted to cry out of shame. His own body was betraying him, and from the dark snicker that his Master let out as the slick tongue flicked at him again, Frank definitely noticed. Riff tried to will himself to get back under control. This was not supposed to feel good. In fact, it was supposed to feel and be absolutely terrible.
"Relax, Riff Raff," Frank said, letting his voice wash over him in a seductive wave of passion. "I doubt your as wound up like this when you are with your… Sister."
Riff Raff closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the delighted chuckle that filled the dark room.
"If I remember correctly…" the man started once more. "Your sister always had such a wonderful reacting when I licked right… here." Riff arched his back as the lips as the tongue and lips flickered at the inside of his thighs, teasing and taking the soft, vulnerable skin gently between teeth. "Well, Well! Like sister, like brother!"
He ground his teeth together, biting the inside of his cheek angrily, feeling a burning heat spread onto his cheek and ears. His eyes twitched. This was supposed to be hurting him. The feeling of Frank's tongue should have felt like one of the Bottled Organs floating in the lab; something revolting and vile. It shouldn't have felt like her. This was always exactly what his sister did, though she always rushed it a bit more. It was hard to resist the urge to pull away, to lash out and force the man off of him. His Master had him firmly by his hips and the nails were digging in almost painfully. The same way Magenta always did…
As if Frank had been reading his mind, He said, "I taught her all she knows, you see. The poor girl -smack- had slacked off in class, –smack- gave her some –smack- mhmm, private lessons…"
Each kiss brought a sharp intake of breath from him, and his hand was itching to hold onto something. One of his palms was freely bleeding from being clenched and they were sweating profusely.
Frank was smirking to himself as he trailed his moist tongue everywhere but the most pleasurable. Oh, his servant wouldn't last long. The white flag of surrender was proudly standing tall, and Frank longed to take the length of it into his mouth. He would, soon enough, but only when his little pet had stopped that amusing little show of defiance. Soon. Very soon. Frank wasn't sure if he could last much longer either. His body screamed at him to take the man underneath him as hard as he could. All the taunting had truly aroused him to the point where he could easily make short work of finishing it off himself. Most lovers didn't appreciate being threatened and insulted during foreplay, though he had had quite a few men in his bed that enjoyed it more than the sex itself.
While the thought of binding Riff Raff to the bed with handcuffs did sound pleasing, he doubted Riff Raff was the type for that sort of thing, and he was far to comfortable to go fetch the cuffs, which were, in fact, in Magenta and Columbia's room.
Frank tugged at his own bathrobe, letting the fabric slide away beneath him so that his own arousal had skin contact. Thrusting forward, just barely, He ground his hips into Riff Raff's thigh, causing his servant hissed in surprise. Frank smirked and his lips slithered from the inside his thigh towards the man's own erection, which was at half-mast. His servant was far too tense to achieve anything else. Oh well… he would take care of that little problem…
The moment he was taken into the hot, moist mouth, Riff Raff's mind exploded into stars. Every nerve, every inch of him burned. He no longer thought of Magenta, no longer longed for freedom. He wanted to be nowhere else but right here. He dimly was aware that he was arching his back, gasping out loud. Emotions swirled inside the dizzying chaos inside his head. Want, Lust, Helplessness, Pleasure… oh garters, there was pleasure!
The mouth moved, taking the length of his now stiff erection and squeezing slightly, adding pressure to engorged appendage He was moaning, raising himself in a half-attempt at thrusting. The tongue flicked at the tip of his cock, teasingly and quickly withdrawing. It didn't matter anymore whose mouth he was in, in fact, the name Frank was all but forgotten. The only thing that seemed to register was the amazing feeling that was stirring in his groin.
With a final sucking feeling, the tongue and mouth retreated, leaving him exposed to the cool air of the bedchamber.
"Mhmhm…" a sultry voice chuckled darkly, heated with a fire that seemed to alight the nerves in his body. Long fingers reached up entwined with his, giving him something to grip onto. His own fingers were slick and his palms sweaty. The hand he held was warm and dry, a sharp contrast. His initial shock at the previous motion of his Master was fading, but the passion in his groin was only growing stronger. "Mmm, Riff Raff… You taste so…-smack- good…"
Frank's other hand was drifting brushing and petting the warm skin of his hip, just barely touching it so that it tickled slightly. Riff Raff squirmed, gritting his teeth as his erection was pressed into his Master's stomach. Frank sniggered and kissed they're entwined hands, nuzzling into it with a breathy sigh that made him twitch in annoyance.
"M-master…" He panted, his voice tinged with lust and need. He could still feel the withdrawal, but in light of the new desire present, it was more a distant presence than the overwhelming craving it had been. He could have winced at the frustration present in his call, but for the first time, he didn't care at all. His Master… Frank would understand and hopefully take mercy on his servant for once…
However, as always, Frank wasn't about to be merciful. Not at all…
"Yes Riff Raff?" It was said in a sort of innocence that didn't fit motions the man's current actions. The tongue was back, as was the mouth, only they were nibbling and kissing everywhere but where Riff wanted it the most. He fidgeted again, peeved at the taunting. He was very much aware of the fact that his Master knew exactly what he wanted. Still… it didn't feel terrible…
Frank could have crowed for joy at the way his little assistant was responding. Oh how the mighty had fallen indeed! Riff Raff had been larger than he would have expected. Truly a delightful surprise! He couldn't wait to do this another time. Of course, he would have to finish this, something he wad both anticipating eagerly and dreading. On one hand, the reaction Riff would have in the morning, after everything was over would be truly to die for. It would make all this waiting worth it, and just imagining it made him rock hard. On the other hand, it would all be over. He was so very content, laying here over his servant, inhaling that arousing aroma of Riff Raff. It was made up of roses, and something else… the man's own unique scent. It was intoxicating. His assistant was so warm and beautiful like this…
An impatient noise from his servant made Frank's lips quirk into an amused smirk. His eyes narrowed in delight. "Eager, my little dove?" To encourage a reaction, he flickered his tongue at the tip of Riff Raff's penis. The gasp went straight to his groin. He was positive he had never been so incredibly turned-on in his life. He had had thousands of erections before, but this was astounding…
Riff Raff was squirming underneath him, grinding into his chest. A sigh escaped his servant and made Frank glance up at the man. The look of his flushed assistant was all it took. He couldn't wait anymore…
With a groan, he lifted his head and plunged. Riff Raff gave a shocked, passion-filled moan of intense pleasure. Frank could almost feel the want rolling off his servant in waves, washing over him. He could have orgasmed then and there if the years hadn't taught him proper control. It would hardly do to come before his partner. That was just bad form. As the dominant in this coupling, he was required to extend every courtesy towards the submissive. Well, as much as he felt like, at least. Classes on Transsexual had pressed many rules on him, but he chose to disregard most of them. After all, taunting your partner was just so much fun, and he found that it enhanced the heat of it all. And as experience told him, he was right. No surprise there. He was always right.
He puckered his cheeks, sucking slightly and biting the length of his servant gently with his teeth. He could have deep-throated, but he didn't feel like finishing off Riff Raff quite yet. He was having far too much fun to end it so soon. With his tongue, he swiveled it around the tip of his assistant's erection, hard enough to cause his servant to buck and thrust his hips forward.
Riff Raff was in bliss. Every movement, every slight motion of his Master's mouth was sparking nerves he didn't know he had. His groin was in flames, boiling and throbbing and sending stabs of hunger through his body. Beads of moisture were trickling down his face, and his chest and back was slick with sweat. The bandaged lashes on his back were stinging painfully, but the contrast was electrifying and only caused him to plunge his hips up, arching his back. His hands were burning from the hot perspiration that coated them. One hand was clenching the entwined fingers of his Master, and the other was opening and closing, unsure what to do.
He moaned and thrashed, the muscles in his legs taut with anticipation for his release. Oh, he knew that Frank would never let him finish now. He would want to drag this on for longer. As eager as he was, he could only feel excitement for what his Master had in store for him.
The mouth abruptly left and the head it belonged to began to move away from him. His unoccupied hand instinctively reached out and fisted itself into Frank's hair, as if trying to hold him in place. His master chuckled patiently and crawled forwards, untangling his hands from his servant's. In a swift motion, Frank was eye-to-eye with Riff Raff; the green depths showing a burning, raw lust and in them.
"Master…" Riff gasped, if only to fill the deafening silence in the room. His master's torso was pressing against his, hard and warm.
"Riff Raff…" Frank said, his eyes softening slightly, a coy smile playing at his bruised lips.
And those lips descended upon his own. Riff Raff didn't think twice about opening his mouth and allowing his Master access. The tongue thrusted itself into the moist depths, exploring and stroking his own tongue with a fervor that left Riff breathless. His eyes stared into Frank's briefly before flickering shut. One hand crawled to grip his waist and the other snuck around to hold his neck in a fiery embrace as they dueled tongues. Riff lost, of course. He had neither the experience or superiority of his Master, and he let the man take control.
Frank inhaled through his nose, breaking apart only for a split second to draw quick, shallow breaths. Oh… his little servant was incredible. Perhaps not as skilled as Columbia, but then, Riff Raff hadn't had much practice. Frank knew that Magenta wasn't one for the hungering kisses that he so enjoyed. Columbia craved them but Magenta preferred that his tongue be put to use elsewhere. He always allowed it. She was terrible at using her mouth for anything, anyways. It was almost a joke to have her kiss him at all, the selfish girl. However, for all her shortcomings, she did complete the trio. Columbia was the submissive, always prepared for anything and giving back in her own sweet, delightful ways. Magenta was the middle, usually, the one that moaned so excellently and had extremely skillful hands. And He was the dominant in the group, pleasuring both women at once while taking in they're own attentions. A better arrangement, there never was…
The only thing that would improve it would be if he could get Riff Raff to join in with them. He would never leave they're bedchambers again if he could manipulate his servant into the group. Riff would find a place to fit in somewhere. Of course, his aversion to touch might be a bit of a problem, though if he and Columbia worked on that, starting slowly, it would cease to be an issue. Obviously Riff had no objections to his sister's touch. His sister… Frank wondered if he could stand the fact that there was incest going on in his bed. The thought of Magenta and Riff Raff together made him feel almost ill. But… if he and Columbia worked to separate the two of them… maybe it wouldn't be so bad…
Riff Raff pushed against him suddenly, breaking the kiss and taking a deep lungful of air. Oh dear. Obviously his little servant wasn't as used to holding his breath for so long. Frank gave the man beneath him an appraising look. Riff's cheeks were flushed a bright rid, lips puffy and kiss-bruised. Those beautiful green eyes were dilated, looking both dazed and hungry at the same time. Frank's mouth watered.
It was time, he knew. They're arousals were grinding against each other. Anymore of that, and they would both be finished off before Frank could even be inside of his servant. He had given Riff Raff plenty of attention, and while extremely enjoyable for him as well, he always gave and then took.
And now it was time to take.
"Have you ever been with a man before?" Frank had leaned down so that his lips were next to Riff Raff's ear, whispering quietly. He flicked his tongue out at the earlobe, drawing it between his teeth and nibbling softly. He truly was curious. Surely everyone on Transsexual had been with the same-sex partner at least once! Why, it was almost unheard of to make-love to only the opposite gender! At a young age, everyone experimented a few times, and most found both equally wonderful. Some preferred one of the other, but most didn't care. Sex was sex, when it all came down to it, and gender didn't matter when it came to giving and receiving pleasure.
To his utter shock, Riff fidgeted and spoke in a breathless murmur, "No Master…"
Frank pulled back and gave his little servant a shrewd look, as if searching for any signs of dishonesty. None. Lust, want, and a slight hint of humiliation were present, but no untruthfulness. Had he truly never been with the same sex before? It was hard to imagine, but it was obviously true.
Quickly hiding his surprise, Frank schooled his expression into an erotic hunger. He leaned down and kissed his servant once more, smirking with joy as his servant's eyes fell shut and lips parted to accept him. He brought one hand from the man's waist and he broke the kiss long enough to lick his fingers before bringing them down to Riff Raff's hip and sliding underneath to grip the sweat-slicked back-end. Riff tensed underneath him slightly, and Frank soothing stroked the man's tongue with his own, oozing comfort and security. In a motion that was both swift and skilled, he plunged a finger inside.
Riff lurched in shock and the foreign feeling. His mouth jerked free from his Masters and he turned his head as the man tried to continue. Suddenly, all his insecurity was brought back into his mind and he found himself tense with anxiety. It wouldn't hurt, Magenta had done this once before, but his Master's erection was quite a bit larger than his sister's delicate fingers.
"Shh, Riffy… relax, love…" Frank said, kissing his neck and nibbling on the tender, vulnerable skin. Taking advantage of his surprise at the endearment, his Master inserted another two fingers.
He redefined the meaning of tense. Riff began to sweat and breath heavily, trying to adjust to the rather full feeling. It was so different from Magenta… for some reason, the thought of his sister made a flash of guilt spring up inside of him. Riff squirmed as he tried to remember why he should feel remorseful, only to forget the feeling instantly. Those fingers had moved farther in… He gasped as they hit something deep inside of him…
Frank couldn't help but grin and suck heavily on his servant's neck, licking and biting gently at the flesh, leaving red marks as he did so. His other hand slid from his assistant's neck and down to the arousal between the man's thighs, he gripped it, rubbing the tip with his thumb. Riff was now beginning to tense for a far different reason that nervousness and shock. Oh! And the moan his little dove made could have finished of a weaker man. As it was, Frank wasn't weak…
He spread his compressed fingers apart slightly, stretching his servant slowly before sliding out. As Frank positioned himself at Riff Raff's entrance, he thanked every god he could think of that Transylvanian males had a gland that produced it's own lubrication. Having been with humans for nearly two years, he knew to always have a hand tube whenever he went out. But it had been so long since he had been with Transylvanian (except Magenta) that he had almost forgotten about that handy little biological extra that Humans didn't have. It was a good thing too, the tube of lubrication was in his bathroom and there was no way he was about to get up to fetch it. As it was, Riff Raff was quite sufficiently prepared…
Frank swiftly bit down hard on Riff Raff's neck as he plunged in.
Riff cried out, not expecting it. His muscles clenched, unused to anything that size penetrating him. The fingers had been nothing compared to the magnitude of his Master's erection. He bit on his lip and brought his arms up to wrap around Franks chest. His Master had paused to let him adjust to the feeling. Obviously he had enough practice at this to make it much less painful than it could have been. Riff's eyes were tightly shut, his face screwed up against Frank's neck.
Then Frank pulled out slightly before pumping back in a graceful, careful manner born out of years of experience. The many times he cursed Frank's endless libido were thrown out the window, and instead he was thankful of it for time. No doubt that had he not been prepared beforehand, it would have been quite painful…
The thrusting continued, and after a few more times, Riff Raff moaned. Oh… The feeling of his Master inside of him was incredible… it was like nothing he had ever experienced. It was both satisfying and yet left him wanting for even more. He began to get into the rhythm, letting Frank take control and holding on for dear life. His nails were clawing into his Master's back, dragging into the skin as the man drove forward and backward. The rocking motion of his hips and his erection rubbing against the man's abdomen was driving him mad…
Oh! Frank was moaning on top of him, beads of sweat falling from the taut face. The painted lips were parted in ecstasy, each plunge bringing out a raw groan of desire. Riff Raff mirrored him, closing his eyes in want. His Master was gripping his hips in an almost painful hold, nails digging in to the point where he was bleeding, but it only added a thrill to it all…
"M-Master…!" He gasped out breathlessly, panting and tossing his head from side to side. Every nerve, every inch of him was on fire, screaming and surging with boiling hunger. Faster, he wanted to cry out. Oh, he was so close… he could feel his arousal throbbing with each thrust. That spot deep inside of him was barely being touched before Frank drew back… the taunting had him pining for release, craving to feel his Master surge forward and ram into him with a fervor that would having him seeing stars.
Frank was also on the brink of release as he plunged in and out. The muscles around him were so tight. Not the virgin tightness that was almost uncomfortable, but an electrifying hold that nearly made him loose it the moment he thrusted in. Garters, would he ever be able to bed another man knowing that this sort of pleasure was living only a floor below him? Hearing his servant cry out his name, he knew exactly what it was that he wanted. Knowing that Riff Raff was completely helpless and under his power made him gasp and dig his sharp nails into his servant's skin. He was bucking forward with an almost painful slowness and he too longed to go faster. However, he needed one thing first…
"Beg." He commanded, panting and taking Riff Raff's earlobe between his teeth and biting don't harshly. A muffled exclamation hissed between his servant's tightly clenched teeth.
"P-please…" Riff Raff tossed his head, nearly crying out in want. "Oh…!"
As far as begging went, it wasn't at all what Frank was used to. However, in the current situation, it was more than enough, and he graciously granted the request.
He plunged forward with an almost bestial speed, his muscles so taut and strained that he could hardly breath. His assistant was pitching around beneath him, bucking and thrashing in complete arousal. It took very little time before he felt his servant clench around him so tightly and a loud cry filled the air as he felt his servant explode underneath him. He felt Riff Raff release underneath him, throbbing and surging in orgasm. Hands dug into his back and teeth bit down into the crook of his neck in an attempt to muffle the gasping.
That was all it took before he too lost his tight control and with a final grunt, his vision burst into stars and spots of color.
Riff Raff breathed heavily, sweating and panting, eyes half lidded and drowsy. His blood was racing and his groin was tingling, sending waves and waves of pleasure racing washing over him. His hearing was filled with a dull roar and he could feel his Master slide out of him. The man collapsed on the mattress beside him, wheezing and flushed, beads of sweat falling from his brow. Riff Raff glanced at the man who returned his gaze with a warm look of satisfaction and tenderness. Bleeding lips quirked upwards in a half-hearted smirk and the green eyes fluttered closed.
Frank turned and reached a limp warm out to pull his servant closer, curling up into the man's warm, slick side. He could hear the slightly frantic beating of Riff Raff's heart and he was aware of the fast thumping beneath his splayed palm. With a finger, he traced small patterns on his assistant's bare chest, relishing in the after feeling of his orgasm. Riff Raff turned, suddenly, so that the man's forehead was against his own. He felt the hot, steamy breath against his face, both soothing and dizzying. Riff pulled up one of the abandoned robes and covered them with it, the cold silk feeling like heaven against their sweating, sticky skin.
Riff Raff let his head sink into the pillow, eyes slipping closed. His lips parted and he breathed in the rose-tinted scent of his Master, who was already sound asleep. It was a deep sort of scent, filled with an exotic, sweet aroma that was tinged with the slightest bit of spice, much like the man it belonged to. It was… nice.
And with that thought in his mind, Riff Raff's mind drifted away completely and he joined his Master in slumber.
To Be Continued…
(To my Readers: Thanks you, as always, for the fantastic review I have been receiving. They alone are responsible for this chapter. Your encouragement and enthusiasm is what drives me to be up at 5:18 am writing this. I do hope that you enjoyed the chapter. I have never before written a sex scene, and so it was all very new to me. I tried not to describe it in to vivid of detail. To me, writing it wasn't much about the action, more about the responses and emotions. I hope that I displayed that well enough. Have you ever noticed how little words there seem to be to describe a Penis? Cock always sounded horrid to me, like something from a trashy novel. Penis reminds me of an anatomy class, and prick just doesn't seem right to me. While searching for words I found a plethora of slang words, but the day I use words like 'Trouser Snake' or 'Beef Bayonet' in any intimate scene is the day that Frank swears off sex permanently. Heh, anyways, I hope you're not disappointed about the sex scene. I tried my best, and I hope after this I'll improve. Once I got past a certain point, it began to flow a lot better, but I am still a bit nervous about it. If you would let me know what you liked and didn't like, I may be able to get better at this sort of thing, because this isn't the last time I write a sex scene between Frank and Riff Raff. Anyways, thanks a bunch, you guys, and I hope you all continue to read and review!)