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 shifted drowsily, cuddling up to the warm body next to him. The silk robe had slipped off of him sometime in the night, and the room was freezing. Mmm, he was so comfortable though, laying her like this. He could feel hot breath on face from his Servant who slept soundly against him. They're bodies were tangled, Riff's thigh trapped in between Frank's legs, they're arms were curled around the other, hands somehow entwined. It was constricting, but not in a suffocating way. The warmth of skin contact felt wonderful against his shivering limbs. Frank relished in it but being close to his sleeping servant only made him realize how cold every other part of his body was.
He blinked his eyes open wearily, noticing that many of the candles had gone out, leaving the bedchambers bathed in a dim, dying light. It must have been getting closer to dawn, as he had only changed the candles the day before. Frank frowned slightly. The day before… then today Magenta and Columbia would be returning.
Frank was torn between excitement and disappointment. Sure, his two favorite partners would be back home and into his bed once more. He had noticed they're absence for the past few days and he couldn't help but miss them. They were always thrilled with his presence, unlike some. However, he almost didn't want them to come back. Or at least stay away longer! Something had happened between himself and his little servant, and he had enjoyed every moment of it. Never had anyone aroused him so, and sex had gained a new level of excellence that Frank hadn't known was possible. Riff Raff had been so delightful to be around, excluding his somber personality and two-word responses. Frank almost wished that he could stay like this forever; securely wrapped in his servant's warm arms…
He blinked the sleep from his eyes and examined the man next to him. Riff's face was completely relaxed, lips parted slightly, soft sighs escaping as he exhaled deeply. For once, there was no sign of twitching in the shadowed, sunken eyes. It was a rare moment of vulnerability that Frank hadn't witnessed before. He had seen Riff Raff asleep, of course, but never this peaceful and calm. He had always been twitching or tense, never this tranquil…
His mind raced back to the event that had happened in the last few days. It seemed like so long ago that he had discovered his Servant against the Entrance doors, soaking and shivering pathetically. So much had happened in such a little time. Riff Raff had been so vulnerable looking, so weak and helpless. Looking like that, one could hardly blame him for being attracted. Riff Raff wasn't the strongest person. He too easily let people walk over him, and Frank took advantage of that frequently. He didn't ever feel bad about it. His servant was a spineless coward most of the time. It was the man's own fault. If he didn't like that people used him, he should put a stop to it himself. Until then, the temptation was too great to resist. But then again, for all his faults, Riff Raff was incredibly faithful. One you had his affection, the man would do anything for you. The length his servant would go to protect his sister was astounding. That sort of loyalty was almost impossible to come by and even more rare to be on the receiving end.
It was almost sad, in a way, that Magenta didn't return that same devotion. That selfish cow… Frank loved her, in a way. Her lovely, long-fingered hands were dangerously skilled in sex, and the results of her touches were mind-blowing. However, whereas she was a delightful partner to have in bed, she wasn't the most charming person to be around. Mischievous, cunning, always planning something. She wasn't above using her own body to get her way, something Frank often allowed. Guests quickly fell to her charm, and she used that to her benefit. She did seem to have a deep affection for her brother, but nothing close to his passion for her. Did she not realize how lucky she was to have that? Of course not! She was to busy fucking around with Columbia and Himself to pay much mind to her Brother. Perhaps Frank should have felt bad about this, after all, it was partially his fault for keeping Magenta and Columbia all to himself….
But he didn't.
A small smirk curved his painted lips as he let his eyes roam downwards from Riff Raff's calm face. The smooth, creamy chest, so pale it was almost translucent. It was glowing most intriguingly in the dying candlelight. A stirring in his groin indicated that he had sufficiently recovered from his earlier orgasm and was quite ready for another one. With a clever hand, he brushed the skin of the man's torso, letting his fingers tease the flesh there ever so slightly…
Frank inched closer to his Servant, licking his lips. With his thumb, he brushed over one of his servant's extremely sensitive nipples. Ah! A slight gasp and a twitch from the man next to him. How utterly arousing! Riff was beginning to stir, slowly waking up from the taunting touches that littered his chest. Again, he brushed over the pink nub, which lifted somewhat in response. Oh yes, Frank was quite ready for another go. He hoped Riff Raff would be too. Not that it really mattered much. He could hate it or love it, but in the end, the man would succumb.
With one sly hand, Frank reached out and tangled his fingers in the man's stringy hair. Hardly daring to breath, he pressed his lips against his servant's.
Riff's eyes fluttered open and those beautiful hazel-green orbs widened in surprise. The man opened his lips slightly as a noise of alarm made itself heard. Frank took the opportunity and gently plunged his tongue into the warm, moist depths of his servant's most luscious mouth. Ooh! Sparks flew from his mouth and traveled swiftly to his groin, hardening his half-erection. Desire coursed through his veins. A repeat performance of earlier that night wouldn't be unwelcome.
Riff Raff fought, struggling and trying to pull from the arms that encircled him. They were strong though, much stronger than he, and they held on tightly. Realization of exactly who was kissing him made him cringe. This was not his beautiful sister. This was a man who was cunning and cruel, a dangerous mix for anyone to be involved in, not to mention in bed with. This was the man who had lashed him and… ahh!
Riff blinked in shock as the tongue stoked his own soothingly, hitting sensitive spots along his tongue lightly, relaxing his tense muscles. It had been a rather pleasant surprise, waking up to such actions. At first, he thought it his sister. It had taken a few seconds for him to become aware of what was actually going on. However, the skilled mouth against his had told him all he needed to know. He felt the part of him that despised this fade away. Being pressed against the firm, bare chest of his Master, the slightly quickened thrum of the man's heartbeat. It was… stimulating. Already a slight stirring in his abdomen indicated that he was becoming aroused.
Frank's tongue was beginning to explore every inch of his mouth, probing every spot with its curious touch. Despite his exhaustion, Riff Raff felt himself falling deeply into the kiss, letting it works it's power over him. This wasn't at all like Magenta's tender, brief pecks. His Master's motions were both powerful and intoxicating. Like the drugs, almost. Riff could see himself easily forgetting anything else but the stoking motions of the man's tongue against his own.
Slender hands roamed down his body, brushing and scraping the skin with sharp fingernails. The nipples of his chest were grazed, and he jerked slightly. His Master changed position, rolling over on top of him once more. Frank's torso was pressed against his own, and Riff Raff could feel his Master's erection against the inside of his thigh.
Experimentally, Riff slipped his own tongue into Frank's mouth, taking his Master by surprise. For one, fleeting moment, he was in control, dominating the man above him. Frank quickly defended himself against the invasion, battling with strength and skill that Riff was no match for. He gave as well as he could, in this silent, exotic dance. It was a war, of a sort, one that Riff Raff was glad he would lose. And he did gracefully, overwhelmed by his Master's experience and talent. Painted lips smirked against his, and he felt the reward that came with his surrender.
Ah! A hand was sliding down his waist and towards his erection, which was now quite prominent, having been rubbed against his master's abdomen. Fingers slid over the head teasingly, missing the most stimulating spots on purpose. Riff groaned and Frank chuckled deeply.
"Patience, my little dove…" Frank said, breaking the kiss and looking at his servant with an intensity that startled Riff Raff. "All good things come to those who wait…"
The hand began to trace patterns into the soft, sensitive skin of his thighs, driving all thoughts of impatience out of Riff's mind. Oh! It was maddening, and the urge to take his Master's hand in his own and move it to the right spot was growing.
Frank's erection thrusted against his own and Riff Raff gasped thrusting his hips up eagerly in response. He was functioning purely on instinct now. His mind was empty of anything but desire and need. Want burned in his veins and he gripped his Masters back with his hands, desperate for something to hold onto. Something to stabilize him. He had to cling to his sanity, had to remind himself that this was Frank Furter, his Master who had lashed his back to the point of permanent disfigurement, the man who had taunted him with an empty bottle and who locked him up into deep freeze. Riff Raff had to hold onto something…He would otherwise be washed away in the overwhelming rush of lust, though that fate was becoming more and more appealing…
Frank pressed against him, thrusting his hips forward and backward, stimulating both painfully hard appendages with each motion. Desire overtook any attempt at thought and Riff Raff gritted his teeth and closed his eyes desperately. Much more of this and he would loose it. His Master's lips were on his neck, sucking and biting and nipping at the tender, sensitive skin there. Riff could only hold on for the ride…
Right when Riff was getting close to an orgasm, his Master shifted his hips and aimed his erection towards his entrance, pressing forward slightly.
Riff Raff gasped and jerked back, pushing against Frank's chest with enough force to break through his Master's lust-fogged mind. He hadn't noticed it until he was touched, but his lower body ached and throbbed terribly, having been stretched far too much. There would be no way he could take his Master like that again, at least not without quite a bit of pain.
Frank pulled back, pushing up on his hands so that he was staring down at his servant, hands on either side of him. The man blinked, a dazed, slightly confused expression on his pale face. Lust and need were burning in those wide, green eyes, blazing with a wicked hunger still, and Riff Raff resisted the urge to fidget, feeling as if he were being roasted simply by being held in the intense gaze.
"Riff Raff…?" The words were oozed out with a barely restrained lust mixed with curiosity. A slight flush stained the man's cheeks and his lips were bruised and puffy. Sweat dotted his brow and breathing was coming in uneven pants.
Riff Raff cleared his throat slightly, wincing as his mouth felt quite empty without the slick presence of the man above "Master…" He started "I cant…not now…"
Emotions swirled in those hazy, sex-fogged orbs. Anger, frustration, lust, annoyance, and something unrecognizable. Riff Raff stared into his Master's eyes, making the direct eye contact that he usually avoided with the man. That last look clouding the jade coloring… it was something he hadn't seen before. What was it exactly? He had faced almost every feeling possible from Frank; the wrath, the joy, the sex, the amusement. Why was it so hard to place this one?
"I see." Frank's words were said in a thoughtful, pensive sort of way. There was that look again, flashing briefly over the man's face before being replaced with determination. "That is, perhaps, my fault. I may have been a tad…over hasty last night. I forget that you haven't been with a man before…"
A blazing flush made its way up Riff's neck and onto his cheeks and ears, burning hotly. That was right… he had slept with a member of the same sex for the first time inn his life. He had cheated on Magenta… and he had enjoyed it…
Frank saw the shock and guilt flicker into his servant's blushing expression, and he quickly put a halt to that before it could get to far. No. There was a time and place for watching his servant fall to pieces before his very eyes, but now was not it! His erection was throbbing, aching for relief, and each slight movement his little pet made caused his cock both agony and absolute pleasure. Why couldn't his servant just let him fuck the hell out of him?! Really! He couldn't have been that sore! Frank had made sure to properly prepare the man (Though admittedly, it had been rather hurried…). H could have fisted the miserable man, he could have tied him up with those handcuffs and dug out his collection of toys! It could have been far worse for his servant. Frank had actually extended the effort to make it pleasurable for him! In fact, if he recalled correctly (And he knew he did!) Riff Raff had pleaded for him to pick up the pace!
Riff had been practically begging for this the whole weekend! Every action had cause Frank to groan with a barely controlled hunger. The open vest revealing that luscious, smooth chest of his, those amazing hips that he took so much pleasure in gripping… Why, his Servant's looks and actions had screamed for a good lay, even if the man didn't know it yet. And who was Frank to deny such an invitation? The chance to but screw and humiliate the man was to tempting to resist, not that he had wanted to. One look that that perfectly creamy skin and all bad thoughts of Riff Raff had been dashed.
His arousal was twinging in anticipation and he stubbornly huffed. There was no way that he would let his Servant get away without fixing this little problem.
"Hush, my little dove." Frank said, placing a soft finger over Riff's kiss-bruised mouth, stroking the petal-soft lips tenderly. His servant's hazel-green eyes snapped onto his and he let himself radiate gentle warmth. "Shhh… relax, love…."
Frank made kind crooning noises, caressing the smooth, sallow cheeks and teasing the sensitive spot behind his ears. Riff's eyes fluttered shut and his erratic breathing began to calm despite the likely frantic mind. With a sly grin, Frank leaned down and pressed a light kiss onto those delicious lips. To his surprise, Riff Raff eagerly opened his warm, moist mouth and allowed him entrance.
He slipped his tongue in immediately as his hands once again traveled downwards.
It was much brighter in the room than it had been, when Riff Raff stirred and cracked an eye open drowsily, feeling content and satisfied from his orgasm hours earlier. It hadn't been on the same level as the one before, but then again, it had been caused differently. He wasn't sure he had ever felt so… content. Every inch of him ached pleasantly, his muscles sore from being strained. His breathing quickened just thinking about it.
His master had held him tightly, restraining him from moving too much. It had been agonizing and stimulating at the same time. The impossibly close distance between he and Frank had caused him to feel his Master's powerful, skilled movements with a lusting clarity. Ever nerve had been on fire, and when Frank had taken him into his mouth, Riff had seen stars. The rest was a fogged whirl of feelings, emotions, and touches that caused him to curl his hands into fists. He was getting hard just by remembering the experience.
Riff Raff breathed in deeply, taking in the mixed scent of rose and spice that he knew was his Master's own personal smell. It was soothing and exotic, and made him relax, closing his eyes once more. He would allow himself this lie in. His body was exhausted from its previous actions…
His mind raced back to how he had originally struggled. It hadn't been nearly as bad as he would have thought… In fact, it had been quite the opposite. His Master had made it… pleasurable. That had been the last thing he expected. He had figured the man would smirk out taunts while taking him. Make cruel, degrading little comments that were slipped out so effortlessly. But none. Oh, Frank had teased and taunted, sure, but in a way that had Riff Raff begging for more…
Riff felt slightly humiliated at that. He had actually begged, pleaded for the man to take him. Not even with Magenta did he ever do that. He was somewhat ashamed of how he had acted. He was used to biting his tongue and sacrificing his pride to be crushed under Frank's platform shoes, but he always only begged for mercy when the man was beating him. He knew from experience that by crying out, Frank would go much quicker, thus tiring him out sooner. However, he hadn't ever begged for sex. Magenta was always the one to moan out uncontrollably for him to go faster…
A slight rustle of the bedcovers next to him cause him to open one eye.
Frank sat next to him, back hunched over slightly, and dressed in a dark purple corset and garters with black underwear. His pearl necklace shown brightly in the flickering candlelight, almost glowing. The man held a small brush in his long, elegant hands and was painting his toenails a bright grape color.
Riff Raff stretched slowly, feeling his sore muscles relax at the movement.
"Riff Raff." Came the sharp, blunt command. Frank didn't take his eyes off of his foot, brushing the paint onto the perfectly pedicured nails with skill that screamed years of experience.
He felt…confused. Only earlier, his Master had spoken with such passion and warmth, letting all the tenderness and lust into his voice. It had soothed him and evoked a thirst he had never felt before. But this… this was similar to the tone the Man normally used when addressing him….
"….Master…" Riff Raff said, after some hesitation.
Frank cleared his throat but said nothing, dipping the small brush into the bottle of polish that lay next to his curled legs. Riff fidgeted, wincing as his back rubbed against the silk sheets. His bandages must have come undone sometime in the night, not that he had noticed. He was certain that anything could have been done to him and he would have taken it without complaint. That wasn't a comforting thought.
His Master dipped the brush back into the bottle, painting each toe with expertise.
There was silence in the room except for the slight clicking sound as the brush was carefully inserted into the bottle over and over again. Riff Raff was… uncomfortable. He had faced all emotions from the man next to him, but this was something couldn't recognize. Was his Master simply lost in thought? Was he tired? Hungry? Any number of things could account for the peculiar change in the man, but for some reason, Riff didn't think any of these were correct…
He sat up slowly, pulling the silk sheets to cover himself from cold air. He felt exposed, sitting nude on the bed like this. His master had seen him naked, of course, and had done a lot more than looked. It would be irrational to feel embarrassed, but he couldn't help but feel almost vulnerable. Perhaps he was simply nervous to be around Frank, after the few times during the night that they had sex. Twice he had been fully conscious for it, but he dimly remembered Frank going down on him and grinding into more than that. It was a dizzying blur of sensations and touches and the thick smell of sex and sweat, with a hint of his Master's personal scent.
Truthfully, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to act in the man's presence now. Would the situation change? Would Frank visit his bedchambers now, instead of Magenta's and Columbia's? A small, disturbing thought told him that he wouldn't be that adverse if that were to happen. It could have been much, much worse. His master was a surprisingly passionate lover, although he had known that already. Hearing the moans and cries from his Sister's shared room had left little doubt about the man's skills.
Still, he had expected the act to be torture. For every touch to be revolting and vile. He expected to hate it and detest his Master for putting him through it over and over again. It had been so different than what he had thought it would be. Frank had made it pleasurable, paying attention to the areas he got the most reaction, and making sure to prepare him before plunging in. That was what had surprised him the most. Riff Raff had been somewhat shocked when his Master had asked if he had ever slept with a man before. He had assumed that Frank would make sure to only please himself and let his servant ride along without any enjoyment. The Man could have entered without preparation. Riff had been slick enough for it to be quite easy, but no, his Master had taken care to properly ensure that his servant would take his length with the bare minimum of pain.
"Riff Raff?" Frank said, drawing Riff out of his thoughts abruptly.
"Yes Master?" He asked quietly, unsure of how to act towards the man anymore. Was he supposed to leave or stay for a while?
His Master soon answered that.
"Magenta and Columbia are expected to return within the hour. Your uniform is in the Lavatory where you left it. You can keep the robe."
And that was it. Frank blew on the wet nail polish, applying another layer to his other foot patiently, the green eyes never once wavering from the task. From what he could see of the face, it was emotionless, completely calm and controlled.
Disbelief surged in Riff's veins, causing him to narrow his eyes. So this was it? His Master was just going to toss him out and pretend nothing had ever happened? His hand curled into fists but other than that, he made sure that his face revealed nothing of the anger that was building in him.
Carefully, he grabbed his robe from end of the bed and pulled it about his shoulders, making sure to not brush his back with the fabric. He stood shakily, grabbing onto a nightstand as his head spun. He blinked a few times, trying to drive the spots from his vision. Clutching the robe around him tightly he stumbled towards the bathroom. His clothing was exactly where he had left it, laying in a scattered pile on the floor. The room was a disaster, Blood splatters covered the edge of the four-person bath and drops of it dotted the floor. Red-tinted watery smears stained the towels and bits and pieces of crimson bandages were carelessly left on the ground. He winced at the scene, his back twinging as a reminder. It seemed so long ago that he had been locked in Deep Freeze. Had it only been the day before?
Riff shook his head, and let the curtain fall in front of the doorway. He wanted to spend as little time near his Master as possible. Quietly, he gathered up his butler uniform, bundling the rags together in a careless heap. His vest was in bloody tatters, and though he figured it was beyond hope, he snatched it anyways. He slipped out as silently as he entered, staggering into the bedchambers. He was playing the part of the obedient little servant for now. He had too. His back was a reminder of his former defiance. Riff was sure that if he slipped up again, he would stay locked in the freezer.
Frank was still in the same, relaxed position, but now he had gone on to paint his long, slender fingers. He seemed so absorbed by the simple movement, ignoring everything else around him. Riff Raff was certain that Columbia could have practice her god awful tap-dancing in front of him and he wouldn't have looked up. His Master got like this sometimes. He got so lost in thought, dead to everything but his thoughts. He moved almost mechanically, acting on some basic automatic function…
Riff glowered at the oblivious man and staggered towards the large curtain. As he pulled it back, his bare foot hit something. Looking down, her saw the empty white plastic bottle that had contained the Morphine. A wave of longing flashed over him. The container was obviously empty, and he knew that. He knew that the pills were down the drain somewhere and there was no chance he would ever get them. They were gone. However, a part of him, a deep, desperate part, expected that the bottle would suddenly refill itself. It was irrational, but it was there. He bent down and carefully picked up the container, feeling a rush of disappointment, as there was no sign of the rattling of pills within it.
"Oh Riff Raff?" Came the unexpected voice behind him.
Riff straightened and turned towards his Master, half-hoping that the man might invite him back into the bed.
Frank wasn't even looking at him, as he rubbed some lotion into his legs, his nails now finished and dry.
"Yes Master?" Riff hated how eager he sounded.
"The lab is a disaster. Normally Magenta would deal with the problem, but I want you to take care of it."
Riff Raff felt his jaw tighten in rage. His hands clenched into fists, re-opening the wounds that were caused from doing just that earlier. His nostrils flared and it was all he could do not to shout his opinion at the man.
"Yes Master."
Frank waved a nonchalant hand in dismissal, never looking up.
Biting his lip, Riff Raff turned and strode through the curtain, fuming.
Riff Raff's bedchambers were freezing, but it was somewhat soothing against the fierce flush of fury that had spread onto his face. Humiliation burned in his veins, boiling and blazing angrily. He felt degraded. His Master had acted so passionately, so tender and sincere. He had gone out of his way to make the sex pleasurable for both of them. How could he suddenly turn around and act like nothing had ever happened? Would the man just go back to acting the cruel, indifferent man that he had been? Would he be forced to listen to the lust-filled cries of Magenta at night again?
Magenta…
His beautiful sister. Should he tell her? Riff couldn't imagine her reaction. She regularly had sex with Frank and Columbia, and more rarely himself. But she knew that he only made love to her. She, of all people, would know that denying their Master the use of their body was futile and a waste of energy. Frank would take what he wanted and if he wanted you, you were his. His powers of persuasion were formidable and Riff Raff had never seen anyone flee its control. He had tried so very hard to escape, doing anything and everything he could have done. But in the end, it had been hopeless. Frank had been determined to have him… all of him. And the Man had excelled with flying colors.
Still… to bring up one thing to his sister would mean bringing up all of it. As it were, there would be question he would be hard pressed to answer. His back, for one. Riff Raff knew, without even seeing the damage, that he would bear those marks until the day he died. The whip had scarred the skin for life, mottling and twisting the flesh. Would his sister be repulsed? She always had cringed at the site of his fake hump, even though it never prevented her from making love with him. But would she be further disgusted by the condition of the skin? There would be no way she wouldn't notice. When they had sex, she often dug her nails into his back in a fit of passion. Even in her lust-fogged mind, she would know something wasn't right.
And when she found out, there would be questions about what he had done to provoke his Master's wrath so much. A few light marks weren't unusual, but this was far more severe. She would ask and he could deny his beautiful, lovely sister nothing. She would likely hate him for taking the ridiculous Earth drugs…
Morphine…what ever possessed him to begin to take that terrible drug? Sure, it brought happiness, fleeting though it was. It was artificial, the joy and release it gave him. He should have never even tried it. It was a mistake from the very beginning. He should have been more like his beautiful sister. She had the sense to stop immediately, but he had to continue in secret.
And now it had all blown up in his face. The Morphine had caused much more damage than the withdrawal symptoms. Because of his terrible addiction, Frank knew of his relationship with Magenta. He couldn't ever forgive himself for that. If something happened to her because of him…
With a roar, Riff Raff threw the empty bottle as hard as he could across the room. The clang as it hit and knocked over a tall candelabra was immensely satisfying…
It was all his fault. He couldn't blame Magenta if she were to hate him for betraying her like this. He had taken drugs behind her back, lied to her, slept with his Master, and spilled they're relationship out into the open. He hated himself for it.
A loud boom shuddered the entire castle as the front door was slammed. Echoes of a cheerful, high-pitched voice floated up to him. Columbia…
With a sigh, Riff Raff sunk into a large wingback chair, rubbing a weary hand over his face, cringing as his back made contact with the fabric. So his sister and the groupie had returned. It would take nearly an hour for Magenta to realize that he wasn't present to welcome her back, and then she would go looking for him. His alone time was painfully short. As much as he longed to see his beautiful sister, he wished that he could have a day to himself. Just one day to recover from all that had happened. Though the symptoms of the withdrawal were far less noticeable than they had been, they were still present in the form of shaking.
Maybe she would think that he was simply cold; the room was freezing, after all. The fire hadn't been lit in days, and the storm outside still raged on outside. There was no way she could have guessed the real reason of his spasms. After all, a mix of withdrawal and the soreness from sex wasn't something that immediately jumped to mind when someone shook.
Riff Raff leaned his head back and closed his eyes, trying not to focus on the new longing that was slowly forming. He hated wanting things he couldn't have.
To Be Continued…
(To the Readers: Thank you so very, very much for all the feedback I have been getting! Each an every review makes my day much better! I do apologize for the wait. I have been having a bit of a block lately, which has been forcibly whipped away by my newly appointed Motivation Coach: Alice. Even though your methods are grossly unfair and you cheat when giving me a time limit, I do appreciate it! Thank you very much, Alice, my dear! I hope the rest of you like this chapter. I was having trouble with the ending, but I tried my best. There will be about two more chapters after this one, I think. As sad I am for the ending, I have finally figured out how it will end and I am somewhat excited! After this story is done, I plan to write many more Rocky Horror stories. Hopefully I get a few good ideas soon. So far, I have a few oneshots in mind. Again, thank you for your reviews! I shall try to update soon!)