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.

It was the sound of soft knocking that roused Riff Raff from his weary slumber. He opened an eye blearily, glancing at the door. How long had he been dozing? It could only be an hour or so, judging by the position of the old numberless clock. Again, there came the quiet tap of knuckles gently striking the dusty wood of his door. There was only one person whoever knocked like that. He had expected this for a while….

Riff opened the other eye as the door opened a crack to reveal Magenta, dressed in one of her sheer robes. All over it hid little. He was hardly surprised at her wardrobe; he had seen her in all states of dress. But he was surprised at her late arrival. It had taken a surprisingly long time for her to seek him out. Usually she came within the first hour of coming home. Now, it was three hours since then. It was a mixed blessing, in a way. He loved his sister more than anything, but he had almost wished he had more time to himself. Being in the company of others always wore him out. He was paranoid enough…

"Riff Raff?" Her voice washed over him like silk. It was beautiful, although it contained a slight edge of concern. "Brother, I noticed that you weren't downstairs… oh! It's freezing in here!!" And that was saying something. The Castle was always extremely chilly. They occupants wouldn't have it any other way. The Planet Transsexual was very far away from the sun, containing only a large moon that lit up the land with a dark silver light. The fireplaces were only used to provide comfort (or much needed heat, in the case of Columbia).

"I… did not notice." Riff had tried for a light tone, but it seemed to sound dark and heavy with depression. "Come in, please, Magenta..."

The door shut softly with a click and she immediately made her way over to him. Her high-heeled boots clacked loudly in the silence, regrettably reminding him of his Master. Her body radiated a unique Transylvanian warmth as she stood close to him, hesitating briefly. He knew what she wanted, and as he spread his arms to accept her, she curled up into his lap. Riff folded his arms over her, pulling her against him. Her face was buried into his neck; her hot breath moistening his skin and sending chills up his spine.

"Welcome back," He said softy into her ear, forcing a diminutive smile onto his face, knowing that she would sense the motion and not the emotion behind it. He had very little to smile about. However, The act seemed to bring her comfort as she scooted herself even closer into his chest, her half-exposed breasts firm against his bare skin. Riff lightly stroked her hair, trying to relax into the comfortable position that they usually shared.

For some reason, he couldn't calm down. His mind was racing a mile a minute and it was all he could do to hold on. He knew that his beautiful sister would figure out his secrets soon enough, and he dreaded that moment. Even her slender form curled against him was spoiled by the thoughts of what the future held. Riff hated the idea that he may never hold her again like this again. He did love Magenta, more than she realized.

"I missed you, sister." Riff Raff told his sister softly, trying to convince himself just as much as her. He had missed her. At times…

"As I you, Brother." Magenta smiled at him, her thick lashes fluttering over hazel-green eyes that nearly matched his own. Hers were far greener (and more stunning), than his own, which were more of a brown with a touch of mossy coloring. He always loved her eyes… they were hypnotic. At the moment, they sparkled with a hungry passion and the dim candlelight brought out the green much more than the amber.

He shifted uncomfortably, glancing away from the penetrating orbs. They reminded him too much of someone else with green eyes. The same someone who had also looked at him lustfully.

"Riff Raff?" She asked, her taking on a lightly concerned tint.

He cleared his suddenly tight throat.

"Everything is fine, my beautiful sister…"

Magenta stared at him for a moment, scrutinizing before brushing aside her unease. She buried her face into the crook of his shoulder, her long fingers idly running over the skin of his bare chest. Riff Raff had dressed in suitable attire once Columbia and Magenta had arrived home, unsure as to when to expect his sister's approach. His vest had been battered beyond recognition, but he had scrubbed it as well as he could. It was drying in the lavatory attached to his bedchambers. There was still much blood that would never leave the fabric. His tailcoat had survived in tact, luckily, though his trousers hadn't been so lucky. They were covered in blood, and they reeked of Deep Freeze. He had tossed them. The scent of the freezer was almost impossible to get out…

His sister nuzzled the sensitive skin of his neck, letting her breath heat the icy flesh. Riff couldn't help but shudder at a sudden twinge of pain. Her lips had brushed passed a particularly receptive spot, one that already had been teased and nibbled on far to much. He thanked the dark immensely, for he knew that if there were anymore light than one dying, sputtering candle, she would see the marked flesh on his neck and chest…and beyond, if were to let her get that far.

He had no intentions to, however. He was far from in the mood for passionate coupling. His lower body still ached and twinged every time he stood or walked, and he was worn out from the previous night. He had remembered being roused from sleep five times by his Master, who was eager for another round, and from the dull pain, he assumed that there even more times in which he was to tired to wake up for. To be used like in his sleep like that, to be taken advantage of so completely… it was not a comforting thought. He knew Frank would not care about the morals of doing what he did. Riff was certain that his Master didn't even know what morals were.

Magenta had taken his tensing as a sign to go further and for the moment, he let her. He was just as helpless in this situation as he was back in Frank's bedroom. Perhaps that was what made him most uncomfortable. The situation had nearly reversed. With his Master, he was helpless. He could not speak against the man for fear of being punished, he has cringed away from the pleasurable touches at first, and eventually, he succumbed. With his sister, He could easily push her away. She might pout a bit, and stomp away, but she wouldn't whip him to unconsciousness. That wasn't what he was worried about. He loved his sister, and he wouldn't want to deny her anything. What concerned him was that he initially longed for her touch… and now all he wanted to do was to push her off his lap…

Her light teasing reminded him too much of his Master. What was it the man had said? He had taught her everything she knew? It would almost explain it; why her touches were so very like Frank. He wouldn't have noticed it, had his Master not pointed it out to him. Magenta wasn't one to do much foreplay, she was always quite impatient, and Riff wasn't skilled enough to make it enjoyable for her like Frank could. But still, the way her fingers danced over his skin, just barely brushing the most sensitive areas on his body… it jogged his memory and instantly brought to mind his Master's talented hands over him, strong and authorative….

Riff Raff shook his head to clear his mind. When he was with his sister, he wanted it to be only him and her. No one else, and least of all, his Master.

Magenta was glancing at his large bed with a sly gleam in her eyes, her fingers playing with the fabric of his Tailcoat. He knew this look very well. She wanted more than a hug or kiss tonight, and he wasn't at all prepared to give it to her. The four-poster bed was the last place he wanted to be, at the moment. He wasn't sure if he wanted another presence in his bed for quite a while. Not so soon, at least.

"Magenta…" Riff paused as she turned to him with a baffled expression on her pale, delicate face. "I cannot do this tonight…"

"Brother?" She asked in an unsure voice. Her perfect lips were turned into a small frown, her eyes wide and concerned. This was the first time he had ever turned her down. Normally, he would take her into his arms and lead her to the bed, gently pulling her down next to him.

It was now or never. He knew that his back needed bandaging, or it stood a chance of getting infected, particularly with the filth his Tailcoat had gathered over time. The attempt at Bandaging his Master had done hadn't held up through the night, and in the morning, they had sagged and unraveled. Riff had unwrapped himself when he had taken a hot bath and hadn't bothered to try to redo them. The lashes clung to the fabric of his coat uncomfortably, likely having split open again with his movements.

He took his sister's hands and pulled her to the bed, sitting down silently. Magenta was looking at him worriedly. She opened her mouth to speak, but he lifted up a hand to quiet her. If she spoke, he would loose his nerve. He hated that it was necessary to hide things from her, but this was once thing he couldn't keep secret. Riff Raff bit the inside his cheek in apprehension before sliding the heavy, torn coat off of his shoulders, exposing his bare chest.

It took her only a moment to realize what it was he was trying to show her. There was a slight smear of blood on his side that revealed that something was definitely wrong. Riff turned slightly so that his back was facing her, wincing as her gasp pierced the silence. Did it truly look that bad? When dressing, he had made a point not to even glance at it for fear of what he would see. He knew it would permanently scar, and his back would be hideous, but now he was wondering exactly what his sister saw.

"Oh, Riff…" Her voice came as a breathless whisper of shock, one that pierced Riff's already aching chest. Was she disgusted as he was? Did she think him ugly and hideous? He couldn't blame her if she did. He knew he was unattractive. If she hadn't known it already, it would only have been a matter of time before she figured that out. Her repulsive, dreadful brother. How could she even stand to touch him? He hadn't either the charms or looks of his Master, whom she so adored. Nor did he have the bubbly personality of Columbia. Compared to those two, he was quite pathetic.

Riff arched his back as she traced a lash with her long fingers, sucking in a sharp breath as the wounds throbbed. The finger retreated quickly, and her body scooted closer to him hesitantly.

"Riff…Brother?" Magenta asked softy, lightly touching an unmarred spot on his shoulder with apprehension. "What happened?"

What had happened? How had things gone so wrong so quickly? It had only been the other day when he had been content in the fact that he loved his Sister and she loved him. Now, everything seemed to be unraveling and falling apart. In a night, his world had been turned upside down and shaken. Instead of laying with his beautiful sister, he face away from her, his back thrashed and his body aching from his betrayal. Each touch on his skin burned with a hint of Frank. As much as he loved Magenta, she had neither the skill nor talent of his Master, and it was obvious. He wished that he could spend the night with her, holding her in his arms and inhaling her delicate, intoxicating scent.

However, he could not.

Riff Raff knew that he would not be able to make love to Magenta again without feeling like something was lacking. Frank had been so thorough, letting it build up until the urge for release was maddening and it felt like you would die without it. It had been torturous and exhilarating at the same time, and he longed for it once more. Magenta was hasty in sex, something that hadn't bothered him until now.

"I…it was an accident." The response seemed inadequate. It had been an accident, yes, but the result had been shockingly brutal. "I was working in the lab-"

"Shh…" She soothed, placing a finger on his lips, letting it linger, much in the way his Master did. Riff shifted uncomfortably at the thought. "It doesn't matter. We both know that Frank usually overreacts. Here…let me wrap your back up. Try to forget about him. You did nothing wrong…"

Hearing her say that made him feel like the scum of the planet. Her faith in him was astounding. If only she knew what he had done… everything that had happened. It had all been wrong, and it had all been his fault. He did not deserve her trust, especially after he had betrayed her so. The throbbing in his abdomen was a painful reminder of how much he enjoyed that betrayal.

Magenta had made her way into the bathroom to retrieve the surplus of bandages that was stored in the cabinet. Riff always kept a large supply. He often needed it for some many of injury that his Master had inflicted upon him. His sister was well practiced at bandaging his back, having done it many times before. He always enlisted her help when possible, and occasionally, Columbia was forced to assist him when Magenta was kept busy.

Riff Raff disliked the bubbly groupie. As an Earthling, she was an outsider in the Castle, unable to truly comprehend the complex society of transsexual. She neither helped around the house nor made any noteworthy contributions to the overall atmosphere. In fact, she was an annoyance that he was forced to interact with. Her high-pitched voice and endless chattering made him usually avoid being in the same room with her. Riff never made it easy for her to bandage his back up, often snapping at her to go quicker or to stop fidgeting and get it over with. Columbia was quite scared of him, it seemed, something that Riff took an extraordinarily amount of pride in. The more frightened she was, the less he would have to be around her and her irritating Tap Shoes.

Of course, he did slightly pity the girl. While she had become a permanent resident of the Castle, Riff didn't have any doubts that she was easily expendable. Frank may find the girl amusing and a wonderful playmate, but he could get along just fine without her, something that Columbia seemed to know. She went out of her way to make his Master pleased, making sure to never anger him and always offering to relieve his tension. Though he wished that he were in a completely different situation, Riff was always content with the knowledge that Frank would be helpless without his service. Whatever he did to infuriate the man, He and his Sister would always have a secure place next to they're Master's side, whether it be in his bed or in his lab.

Riff hissed as Magenta smoothed some antibiotic salve over the furious lash marks on his back. The balm stung and his eyes watered in the pain of it. His sister muttered a hasty apology and made an attempt to be gentler. He wished she would go faster; he just wanted to get this over with. He felt exposed and vulnerable without his coat on, and Magenta was only making him more paranoid. Her lingering touches were so like his Master's, that for split seconds, he thought he was back in Frank's bed, the man on top of him, running his long-fingered hands down his chest, gripping his hips…

When Riff Raff had returned from his Master's bedroom, the first thing he had done was take a long, hot bath in the attached washroom. It had been a painful process, stripping himself of the unraveling bandages. The fabric had clung to the open whip marks, and peeling them off had caused the wounds to crack open once more. He had filled the bath with water as hot as he could get it before sinking in the blissful, near-boiling heat.

He had spent a luxurious half hour in the old claw foot bathtub, roughly scrubbing his skin to erase the spiced rose scent his Master so favored. He had never been one to enjoy baths, he cared very little about his appearance and his schedule rarely allowed him to waste time on such frivolity. After a particularly hard day, when his muscles were screaming in protest, he would sometimes soak for a bit to relax them before bed. However, this bath had been idyllic. The hot water had seeped into his skin, calming his tensed limbs and soothing all the aches and pains he had collected during the last few days. The steam had made him rather dizzy, but the heat felt blissfully wonderful against his sore muscles.

As a Transylvanian, heat was something that he could do without. Transsexual was a very cold planet, being too far away from the sun to provide light or much warmth. The land was called Land of Eternal Night for a reason. A land without much natural color or vegetation. The cities were quite brightly colored, thanks to the equally colorful occupants. Streets were lined with red, blue or green tinted lanterns, and the residents made up for the morose décor with ridiculously bright clothing. Hot Pinks, Maroons, Vivid Yellow… It made the planet seem much more cheerful than it looked.

Riff would always prefer the dark, gloomy Transsexual that he had come from, but Earth wasn't so bad. While it was vastly overpopulated, the residents did not trying to seduce you whenever you walked passed one another. Propositions on his home planet were frequent, and as one who made a point of staying faithful to his sister, the everyday offers were unwelcome. At home, he was considered something of a hermit, the way he kept to himself and avoided physical contact. His sister was well knows for her skillful use of her hands in her groups of associates, bringing attention to Magenta, and since he was frequently around her, him. Whenever he had turned down an offer for sex, the more he was asked. More than one person seemed to take it as a personal challenge to seduce him.

He had been certain that he could hold out. He had been wrong. Frank succeeded where they had failed…

"There…" Magenta said, expertly finishing the bandaging. The dressings were firmly in place, but not too tight. He was due to be in the lab today to assist his Master with Rocky's creation, and restricted movement would likely cause problems he didn't need.

"Thank you, sister." Riff murmured softly to her, trying to convey his appreciation. A simple Thank You didn't seem appropriate to properly show how deeply in her debt he was. He truly did not deserve this beautiful creature. She was far too good for him, and he wondered what he ever did to get her.

Riff Raff turned to face her, giving his sister a slight quirk of the lips; as much a warm look as he could produce right now. She seemed to understand what he was trying to do, and returned the look with a smile that light up her whole face, making her glow with beauty.

Columbia called for Magenta down the hallway, and his sister frowned, unsure if she should stay or go. Indicating she should leave, Riff leaned in and placed a light kiss on her lips, lingering there for a moment. That was all he could give her right now…

Perhaps, in a few days, he could go farther with his sister, but for now, he need to relax and recover.

The Castle was filled with the sound of Columbia's record player, blasting out a rather fun Rock and Rock and Roll song that he had heard a few times before. Frank imagined that Columbia was in her room with Magenta, painting they're nails or working on they're hair. After all, the bubbly little groupie had to re-dye it, as her dark brown roots were showing again. He had half a mind to join them, as they had bough some wonderful looking skin moisturizer from the spa, and he dearly wanted to try it out. Hmm, perhaps he himself would take a vacation one of these days. Leave Riff Raff to tend to the castle and treat Magenta, Columbia, and himself to week trip. After all, Riff would doubtfully be interested in the importance of a spa to one's skin.

Speaking of Riff Raff…

Frank smirked deeply as he saw his little servant mopping up the splattering of blood all over the ground with a deep scowl set on the pale, sunken face. The man was obviously tired, worn out, and irritated, just as he should be. There was more blood on the floor than there had been hours earlier, still fresh, and he knew that his servant was curious as to what else had taken place. Likely, the man was thinking if something had happened to his sister. If he was, he wasn't about to voice them, instead, keeping his thoughts to himself and focusing on his task. The movements were stiff and Frank had to fight down a grin at the though of exactly why his assistant was aching. The thought nearly made him stiff.

When Riff had woken up that morning, he knew that there was no way he would be able to let Magenta and Columbia know about it. They would get jealous, Columbia especially, and he had no intention of loosing his two favorite playmates. Riff Raff may have been a delightful fuck, but seeing him upset over it was just as delightful, and immensely satisfying. While his lower body craved for a repeat performance of last night, he would have to restrain himself. It wouldn't do to approach his servant too soon after hours of shagging. Why, he had entered the man eight times, even though Riff had only been aware of two. Frank was certain he could have gone on even longer, but, of course, his assistant didn't have the experience required to accommodate him.

It was a wonder Riff could even stand up straight, nevertheless walk around. While a Transylvanian male's lubrication glands helped the process immensely, it had been the man's first time, and as such, the muscles were not used to taking his length…

Riff had been wonderfully tight though…

Frank shook his head, slightly, trying to focus on the formulas in front of him. Although it was wonderful to daydream about the experience, he had work to do. Rocky still had to be created, though the process was moving along. In a year, perhaps, he would have finished the creature and sex would be provided every night by a tan, well built man. The thing would be clueless at first, but he would learn quickly and perhaps even participate in the frequent threesome in the girl's bedroom. If only he could get Riff Raff to join in, why, then it would practically be an orgy, and the idea and mental image made his prick throb pleasantly. It was something he would have to work on….

"Master, I am finished." Came a shaky voice in front of him.

Frank glanced up, replacing the lusting gleam with a look of indifference. The lack of expression seemed to make his servant's harsh scowl turn into a furious glower. Inside, he couldn't help but chuckle. Apparently, his plan had been working. A victorious spark lit in his chest, traveling to his equally victorious groin. He had known that pleasuring with every trick in the book, that he would long for more. It was only natural! Transylvanians craved sex. It was just as important as food and water, and even more so, according to some. Frank had never seen Riff Raff screw anyone else, but if he hadn't ever done it with a man before (Practically unheard of on Transsexual!), than he wasn't very experienced. In fact, he had a suspicion that Magenta was his first and only partner. If the man truly loved his sister that much, than it was possible that Magenta would never be able to please Riff Raff as much as he could, and Frank knew that it was that fact that made Riff seethe. Oh, this day was turning out to be wonderful!

"Took you long enough, didn't it?" he smirked. Without waiting for a reply, he continued. "No matter. I have something else for you to do." Frank waved a hand over to a blood crusted glass jar next to him. "I want you to properly preserve and store that."

His assistant picked up the jar with still trembling hands, and peered inside with those pretty, deep hazel-green eyes. The inside of the glass was splattered with familiar crimson liquid, which had dribbled down the side of the container. Those beautiful eyes widened with confusion and then a bit of uneasiness. It was obvious what the jar contained. Every scientist would instantly recognize it.

"I was busy while you were sleeping, earlier" Frank clarified helpfully, noticing Riff Raff looking nervous. "It was dreadfully boring watching your just lay there, so I got up and did some work. Finished about two hours ago…"

Riff cleared his throat anxiously, eyes fixed on the contents of the container. "Master, where did you get a second brain…?"

Frank gave him a superior smirk and leaned back luxuriously in his chair, propping his heeled-feet on the paper covered table. "Eddie was very helpful with that bit, though I was very close to using yours. It doesn't seem like you ever use it anyways…" He trailed off with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"Then he is dead?" The emotionless little servant was back. Apparently, Riff hated the man as much as he did. It wasn't surprising. Frank always had suspicions that Magenta had fooled around with the ex-delivery man. He had never confirmed it, however, but obviously, it appeared that Riff had come to the same conclusion.

"Hmm, no, not really. A bit worse for the wear, I'm afraid, but he managed to pull through." A shame, that. Frank wasn't sure if he should try to finish off the job or not. It had been a spur of the moment thing. Seeing the bits of smashed brain tissue all over the ground, an idea had struck. He had been in a rage and had impulsively unlocked deep freeze, grabbed an electric knife, and went to work on the man. It had taken a while to make sure that he wouldn't harm the brain and by then, the man had begun to thaw, spilling blood all over the lab floor and operating table.

Eddie was safely tucked back into Deep Freeze and it highly unlikely that he would ever leave it again. Frank didn't know why he didn't just kill the man. After all, it wasn't like anyone would miss the annoyance, expect perhaps Columbia, but she seemed to have gotten over Eddie a few months previous. She didn't need to know about the recent lobotomy.

It looked like Riff Raff was almost disappointed at the fact that Eddie was still among the living, even if not conscious. It was somewhat heartening to know that he and Riff shared a common enemy. Though, of course, that wasn't too surprising, as his servant seemed to dislike everyone save his sister…

Those stunning eyes were once more examining the brain through the bloody glass, and they blinked, as if shocked. Again. Then the eyes narrowed and a look of irritation slid over the pale, sunken face.

"Oh tsk, tsk, Riffy, pet. Don't scowl so! I know you were hoping to use a full brain for Rocky, but I think half is all we need." A coy smile curved Frank's painted lips. "After all, giving him all of Eddie's brain would not be wise. There may be some remnant… temptations… stored inside, and we wouldn't want that, would we?"

Ahha! Riff's eyes seemed to darken at the thought. Of course, it was extremely unlikely that anything would be transferred to Rocky from Eddie's brain. Removing it from the body would have damaged the brain enough to sort of 'Reset' itself, erasing any memories or impressions of its previous owner. However, there was little harm in subtly hinting that, were a part of Eddie to remain in the organ, Rocky may try to peruse Magenta. It appeared that Riff Raff didn't interfere with his sister's busy sex life, or try to stop her from seeing the partners in it. Apparently, the thought of Eddie getting back with Magenta, no matter how improbable, encouraged Riff to 'nip it in the bud' so the speak. Having an intelligent creature was just not worth risking it.

Truthfully, Frank couldn't have cared less that Rocky would be unintelligent and rather dimwitted. It didn't matter that he may not even be able to talk. It would be a nice surprise, perhaps, but overall, useless. He didn't want to have a discussion with the damn creature. Conversation wasn't what Rocky was being built for. As long as a set of vocal chords were installed and working properly, Frank would be content. Anything could moan and gasp and groan from pleasure, even if lacking in intellect….

Ah…Riff was still standing there, examining the half-brain in the jar with a scientific air about him, but also a wariness that made him look as if he was almost expecting Eddie to materialize in the container and fuck his sister.

"Ahem!" Frank snarled out, breathing huffily. "Well?! What are you waiting for?"

As his flushing servant hurried to properly preserve and store the organ, Frank bobbed his foot to the energetic Rock and Roll song that blasted from Columbia's room. It really did make this Castle seem so much more cheery. He had known that Columbia would be a wonderful addition to the household, and he had never doubted that impression. The girl had proved herself to be loyal enough to keep they're non-human status a secret. The only Earthling that he could say he was fond of.

The only one who didn't like her was Riff Raff, and he couldn't imagine why. It was an annoyance though. Without that little dislike, there would be no way to persuade Riff to join the threesome. A shame, really, as Frank would have loved to play with his servant once more…

While pretending to study Formula 19, Frank observed his assistant over the top of the paper. The man was filling the jar with the slimly, foul smelling preservation fluid stored in one of the cabinets hidden in the rosy tiled walls. The lab walls had numerous storage chambers and doors to other parts of the house. The elevator wasn't the only way to get to the lab. However, the passageways were rarely used. There was little need to use them, as it took longer to walk than to use to lift. The cabinets and cupboards, however, were all occupied with various Lab equipment and chemicals. But disguising the doors as part of the tiled wall, it had been a way to conserve space in the lab, while keeping the contents hidden and protected from any humans. Only Frank and Riff Raff had memorized what each part of the wall concealed, and only they knew what two tiles to press to open the door. Most of the contents were highly illegal and extremely dangerous to be kept out in the open, not to mention that if any Earthling stumbled upon it, it would be hard to explain what most of the alien tools were.

Riff Raff was carefully labeling the jar with the correct information in his slanted, spidery handwriting. It was the same handwriting that marked all the other bottles and papers that were scattered around the lab. It was a hard to decipher handwriting that had taken him ages to read. In a way, he thought this a good thing. If anyone ever did break into the lab and find the hidden storage, they would still have no idea what the contents were. They were all stored in a Transylvanian filing system that an Earthling would never be able to figure out.

Hmm… Riff truly was a beautiful person, in his own way. He didn't have the smooth features that Magenta had, nor the bubbly charm that Columbia possessed. He was… mysterious. A dark, sulking, morose puzzle that was just begging to be solved. And Frank was the one that wished to solve it….

Frank stood, silently creeping over to his Servant, who seemed to be absorbed in labeling the correct data of the Brain onto the jar and the file that would be stored with it. His heels clacked on the marble floor slightly, but he made an effort to tiptoe so that they wouldn't alert the man to his presence. Just a bit closer…

"You know… you never did thank me for last night…"

Riff Raff stiffened noticeably, feeling the hot breath on his ear. His hold on the blood-crusted jar slipped. Frank snatched the glass container before it hit the ground, barely restraining a scowl. Carefully, he lifted the large jar and set it on the proper shelf.

"Now, now, we don't want a repeat of the other day, do we? After all, if you should break this one, it'll be yours that will replace it…"

With a pale hand he lightly pushed his servant against the storage shelves, pressing his chest against the man's back. The heat against his scantily clad skin felt wonderful and a stirring in his groin made him almost moan. Riff was so fun to play with! Why, He was far more delightful that both Magenta and Columbia combined! It was a shame he hadn't realized it before, but better late than never.

He raised his delicately painted nails and raked them down the side of his servant's face, slowly, but letting they're sharp points digging in slightly. Ah… Riff shivered, staring straight ahead, likely hoping that if he ignored the situation, it would go away.

"Oh, my little dove, it was wonderful to sample you last night. I do hope we can do it again sometime in the future…" Riff redefined the meaning of the word tense. "Ahh… You have not told her? Of course you haven't. She would be revolted, disgusted that you could take those ridiculous Earth Drugs. I doubt you would be getting anything after that. After all, it is obvious that the only reason she is with you is a sense of…dare I say it… pity. You are a truly pathetic worm, Riff Raff. Not even telling your 'beloved' sibling of your weekend. Perhaps I should inform her."

"No!"

His assistant turned around and shoved his hands against Frank's chest. Riff Raff had grown steadily pale throughout Frank's little speech, eyes growing darker and more furious. His cheeks were a blotchy red in pure rage. So beautiful… Seeing that anger flushed face reminded Frank of having his servant writhing and begging underneath him, sweat pouring down his face, hands digging into his back, head thrown back in agony…

Frank took a second to examine the man in front of him, positioning himself so that his obvious erection was obvious. He tapped a heeled foot in a steady rhythm to Columbia's record player.

Riff Raff was flushed and furious, those hazel-eyes were slightly misty. Ahh, so he had truly been affected by his words? A stab of triumph! Once again, he had come out the victor. It was so easy getting a reaction out of his assistant. Really, it was almost too easy. Does he truly think his sister loves him? Anyone could see that Magenta only loved sex. Sex and nothing else. Sure, there may be some affection between them, of the sibling type, but hardly anything else. It seemed that Riff Raff gave everything to the relationship and Magenta, the selfish bitch that she was, took it all and returned nothing.

Not all that surprising, but rather depressing for his little Servant.

His assistant was breathing heavily, and though the anger remained, a small spark of something else was present in those gleaming eyes. Rage… and… want?

Lust.

Letting his hips sway suggestively, Frank took a step closer. A slight smirk played on his red-painted lips. Without warning, he thrusted Riff against the shelves and crashed his lips against his servant's.

Ahh… Bliss.

It wasn't a tender kiss at all, nor was it filled with any romantic passion. It was rough, bruising, violent. Riff Raff was struggling, squirming, but it was halfheartedly, as if it lacked any real motivation. So his little assistant was enjoying this. Of course he would! Anyone would. Frank forced his tongue between those tightly clenched lips and explored every inch of the hot, moist mouth that he had claimed. So wonderful. Much more pleasing than the girls who were only a floor below him, blasting music and likely fooling around. As if an entire weekend of sex between them hadn't been enough…

Oh! Yes, Riff Raff did like it. Even though the man was fighting the kiss, pushing and wriggling, Frank knew arousal when he felt it, and from the slight pressure on his thigh, Riff was quite aroused. Slipping a pale hand down his Servant's bare chest… that thin waist… cupping the evidence… There was no denying that.

Frank broke the kiss first, leaving his sullen servant gasping for breath.

"You like it, don't you, Riff Raff?" He smirked wickedly down at the flushed, sallow figure. "You want me to take your right here, don't you?"

Eyes blared with lust, rage, and hatred, his assistant looked stunning. And a few careful strokes had the heavy breathing turned into a soft pant. The trousers were tented, the erection straining against the fabric noticeably. It wouldn't take much to bring Riff to climax. Unfortunately for Riff Raff, Frank had no intention of going that far.

A moan was torn from the parted, kiss-bruised lips. Heated and full of need. Oh how had he never realized the delicacy that was in front of him?! And it was such a shame to loose it so soon, but reclaiming it in the future would make it all the sweeter. Still, he had a wonderful night. Riff was quite the fuck when he lost control. It wasn't even the physical either. In fact, the sex itself, while incredible, wasn't the best part. It was the fact that the normally collected, calm, and quite man had been begging and pleading for his touch. That was what made it mind-blowing…

And Riff lost control so well, too! He was on the edge right now, hanging by a thread to his control.

Frank stroked his servant harder through the well-worn fabric, making sure to keep an agonizingly slow speed.

And the thread snapped.

"M-Master!" A few more seconds, and his assistant would orgasm. Just a few more seconds…

"Frankie?! Ya workin' up there?" a cheerful, high-pitched voice chimed, the hum of the elevator starting.

Abruptly, Frank pulled away from Riff Raff. Knees weak and legs not supporting him, Riff slid down the shelves, displacing folders of data in a flurry of papers.

Frank took a few steps back; careful not to step on any of the documents on the offhand they may be important. It wouldn't do to ruin something over a harmless bit of fun. He took a deep breath, ran a hand through his hair, and shook his head to compose himself. Riff Raff, he saw, was neither composed nor making any attempt at it. The man sat, on the floor, his face a pasty white except for his flushed cheeks. The tattered tailcoat had slid off one shoulder, revealing red-stained bandages that were becoming even more saturated with blood. Oh dear, once more those whip marks were split open. A shame, really. His servant's back had been quite beautiful. Such a creamy white… almost transparent from the little light it received. Then again, most of Riff's skin was like that. Pale and smooth. Frank couldn't smother a grin. The pale skin brought out the red love-bruises that dotted the man's ear, neck, and chest. Riff Raff was marked for a day or two, at least.

The elevator came to a jerking halt, and the cage doors were pulled open.

"Frankie! Din- oh! Hey Riff! You guys, it's Dinner time…"

Columbia's voice was as cheerful as ever; her rose-tinted view not permitting her to see the way Riff's shoulders hunched in shame and humiliation. Ever the optimist, she saw only what she wanted to see. And the only thing she had eyes for was Frank.

Frank treated the girl with his most charming smirk, glancing at his assistant out of the corner of his eye. Her interruption couldn't have arrived at a more perfect moment! Why, in the next moment, he would have stopped anyways. A shame that he couldn't do more taunting. Instead, he would be leaving that pasty white, huddled figure filled with the feeling of fading lust. A lust that he would hope to feel again. Of course, that was the last thing Frank wanted. He wished his Servant to go back to hating him as he had before. And then, when the man least expected it, Frank would pounce again. It was worth putting up with that scowling, morose version, just to see the façade crumble into pieces during a sudden shag session.

"Thank you Columbia, darling! Let us celebrate your return tonight!" Frank said, smiling widely in a way that made the pink-haired groupie sigh dreamily. He slipped off his lab coat, tossing it onto the table, uncaring of the papers he scattered. "We'll go down to dinner together!"

Columbia practically skipped to the elevator, her short skirt swishing around her thighs. And her tap shoes clicking with each step. Frank made to follow her…

He paused.

Riff Raff was trying to pull himself into standing position, apparently to go down to dinner as well. Well, well! Frank was never one to let opportunity pass by! Turning, he regarded his assistant with narrowed eyes, a scowl on his painted lips.

"How audacious of you! And all so presumptuous. When I said 'We' were to go to dinner, I meant only Columbia and myself. You are to remain here." Frank gave his servant a sneer and gestured around to all the papers on the floor. "Thanks to your clumsiness, the files are out of order. See to it."

His black heels clacked on the marble as he joined Columbia in the elevator. As the lift descended, he saw Riff Raff slump back down on the ground, posture stiff with both rage and humiliation.

And he couldn't help but smirk, barely listening to his little groupie's chattering. He would enjoy his dinner, drink that wonderful wine, and hear about the Spa Trip. Then he would likely have a cigarette in the Zen Room and relax from the day's stress. And after that, he would head up to Magenta's room. He could use a good fuck right now. His erection was mostly gone, but the need was still present. Magenta and Columbia would assist him most wonderfully. They would have missed him terribly during they're weekend away, and would be so wonderfully attentive tonight. Maybe they had even learned some new tricks while they were gone…

And during all of this, Riff Raff would be sulking and humiliated, locked away in his dark, depressing room, listening to his Master fuck his sister…

Life was beautiful.

To Be Continued…

(To my Readers: Thank you all for the wonderful reviews I have received. Without them, this chapter may have been delayed even longer. I am very sorry for the wait! I had some pretty bad computer trouble and had to get it fixed. On top of that, I had food poisoning, which had me out for a few days. And aside from all of that, I was suffering from writers block, which was worse than the food poisoning. If this chapter is a bit off, that is likely why. I do hope you enjoy it though! I tried my best, and even if it isn't as good as I would like, I wanted to update as quick as possible. I regret to say that the next chapter will be the last one of 'Flow Morphia Slow'. I wish I could continue on forever, but the story has almost ended. I shall, of course, be writing more RHPS stories, though! I have a few ideas rolling around in my head, all centering on Frank and Riff Raff. Maybe even a sequel to this, if I can figure out a good enough plotline. If any of you have any ideas for stories, I would be happy to hear them! Again, thank you for the feedback! As always, it is a joy to be able to read your thoughts on the story! I shall have the last chapter out in a few days. Until then!)