Sacrifice

Riff Raff and Magenta find themselves in trouble after one of Frank's parties, but little do they know that things will become much worse when Magenta learns of something soon after.

AN: Hello! Hello! So sorry for the wait *to those of you who actually read my first chapter* Here's the thing. I have a good chunk of this written out; it's only a matter of typing/editing it before it can go up on the fanfiction site. So please be patient with me. I do have college to deal with too ^^; Please read and enjoy! To any of you people who are reading this only to FLAME it at the end…just…don't. It's a waste of my time, and I'm sure a waste of yours…

Don't forget, these characters and the RHPS universe does not belong to me. The amazing Richard 'O Brian is lucky enough to claim that title *pouts*

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Magenta had spent the rest of the evening dusting, sweeping, and scrubbing every visible inch of the castle. By "visible inch" meaning, she was not one to get into the little cracks and crevices. Her back, where Frank had whipped her, throbbed in pain with each lunging stroke of the mop as she cleaned the kitchen floor. More than once, tears had threatened to make themselves known, but Magenta held them in. She did not like to show weakness, even to herself. At nearly ten minutes to five, Magenta stumbled through the door to the bedroom that she shared with Frank's little playmate, Columbia. For the most part, the girl was easy enough to get along with, but on a night such as this, Magenta was in no mood to deal with her chipper high-pitched voice. Luckily, Columbia was nowhere to be found. The one inside the room was a much more welcome sight. Riff was sleeping on the small couch-like bed that Magenta used, a book laying open across his chest, as though he had fallen asleep mid read.

'Has he been waiting for me this entire time?' Magenta wondered, momentarily forgetting her pain and exhaustion.

Riff was always worried about her, not just because she was his sister, but because he genuinely loved her. Magenta was grateful for that love every minute of every day, and she knew that Riff was well aware of this. Quietly closing the door behind her, Magenta moved to her dresser. She unbuttoned her domestic uniform, letting it fall in a heap at her feet. She grabbed the small pitcher of water and poured its contents onto the washcloth. Pulling her hair away from her back Magenta applied the cool cloth to the wound on her back. The wound was not deep, and the blood loss was minimal, though what little blood had seeped through had begun to crust over while she was working, and had to be and properly cleaned. She stopped when she felt eyes on her. Turning around quickly, Magenta saw that Riff was awake and sitting up, watching her carefully.

"Riff." She said with a bit of surprise in her voice. She had hoped to hide the fact that Frank had whipped her, not wanting her brother to worry unnecessarily. "How long have you been awake?"

"Ever since you walked through the door." He replied, eyes still locked on her, "You should know by now that I am a rather light sleeper. Or were you hoping otherwise?"

Magenta looked down somewhat shamefully, the washcloth falling limply back into the bowl of water. She did know how easy it was for Riff to be awakened Frank's constant demands for him in the lab at all hours of the night had caused Riff to be quite the light sleeper. However, she had hoped that just this once he would sleep easy, and not have to worry about her. There were times when she felt like a burden to her brother. Though Riff would adamantly deny this, she could not help it.

Riff had gotten up from his place on her bed and moved towards her with even footsteps. Standing in front of her now, he immediately noticed the look she had in her eyes.

"You will never be a burden to me Magenta." He told her, his voice serious, but soft, "Why do you still not believe me?" he reached up to cup her cheek, but Magenta had flinched back the moment his fingers had touched her pale skin. She cursed under her breath. Confusion clouded Riff's face, but the moment was fleeting. He reached out and tilted her chin upward so her gaze remained on him. His touch was gentle, but Magenta could tell that he was fighting to remain composed.

"Did he strike you Magenta?"

Magenta, knowing it was pointless to lie, nodded her response. Riff Raff delicately trailed his fingers to the same place on her cheek, before letting it fall to his side. Then, without warning, he lashed out and kicked a small chair off to the side. Magenta jumped in surprise.

"Riff, what are you-?", but she was cut off when he suddenly embraced her, "Riff?" she tried again.

"He swore to me." Riff finally spoke. His voice was bitter, filled with anger and betrayal, "He swore that if I took the lashings instead, he wouldn't harm you. But of course he can't even do that judging from the bruise on your face and the wound to your back." He had released her by now and had turned away, no doubt to try to calm himself down again, but Magenta had stopped listening.

"You told him you would take the whip if he didn't harm me?" she asked in disbelief. Riff was facing her now, completely calm, but completely serious as well.

"I was not about to let you get hurt when you did nothing wrong."

"But neither did you!" Magenta countered closing the distance between them, "We did nothing to deserve that punishment. Frank just enjoys his little games too much to care."

Eyes softening, she brought her hands up to tenderly cup her brother's face. "I thank you for your sacrifice. You have always protected me, ever since we were children. But please Riff, I am strong as well. Let me protect you too."

Riff brought his hands to cover Magenta's. They stayed like that for a while, just gazing at each other with a mutual understanding, until Riff's hand began to glide slowly down Magenta's arm. With a gentle caress of her face, he leaned forward and their lips met. It was simple, yet it told Magenta of a lifetime of love and devotion. She needed more. Pulling him closer, Magenta responded eagerly. Within moments, they were out of breath. Riff Raff was amazed every time he looked at his sister. When she was like this, looking up at him, panting slightly, and her pale face shown with a faint flush of color, he was amazed at how she could look even more beautiful than she already was. He kissed her once more before taking her hand and leading her over to the dresser again. Turning her around so she was facing the mirror, Riff stood behind her, his eyes finding the lash mark on her back. After Riff had unhooked the black material of her brassiere, Magenta felt the back of his finger glided lightly over it, starting at the top, and then trailing downward until it met the smooth untouched skin of her lower back. His touch sent a shiver up her spine, which caused her to gasp softly. He brushed the hair away from her neck and kissed it softly before reaching around to grab the washcloth that had been previously abandoned. With the utmost care, Riff Raff rinsed out the cloth and began to run it over the wound on Magenta's back. The task took only a few minutes and he had soon bandaged up the wound.

"Thank you Riff." Magenta said softly as she refastened her bra, "But will you be alright?"

"Do not worry about me, my dear sister." Riff replied, Magenta's nightgown in his hands, "I took the time to clean my own wounds while I was waiting for you to return. Now put this on and get some sleep."

"I do not know why I bother." She said, lifting her arms above her head and soon feeling the cool material on her skin as Riff helped her with the nightgown, "You know I will have to wake up in a few hours to work again."

"Be that as it may, I would much rather you sleep for three hours than none at all."

Magenta knew she would lose this argument, so she resigned herself to being led over to her own bed and soon found a comfortable position in which to sleep. Riff knelt down in front of her, his hand playing with the hair around her face.

"Do you want me to stay for a while?" he asked. Magenta would have wanted him to never leave her side, but her sense told her otherwise.

"No, you should probably go now. I do not know when Columbia will return." Magenta frowned as unpleasant thoughts began to cloud her mind, "It could be a few hours or a few minutes, whenever the Master gets tired of her."

Riff Raff was about to ask why Magenta referred to Frank as "Master", since she was never the type to be so openly submissive, but thought better of it. The mere thought of Frank 'N Furter was causing her to become uneasy, and she had been through enough tonight.

"Do not trouble your mind with thoughts of him." He told her softly, "You need only to think of me."

It was Magenta who initiated the kiss this time. Pulling him close, she could not get enough. She needed him, breathed him as if he were the life-giving air. Her very soul yearned for him. Why couldn't they stay like this? Happy forever, no longer hiding from the vast galaxy, the very galaxy where they were shunned because of their love. Magenta was brought back to Earth when she felt Riff kiss a sensitive spot along her neck.

"Riff…" she said breathlessly, "If you want me to get any sleep tonight, you should leave now, or so help me I'll-" Riff silenced her lips with his own before breaking away.

"Sleep well, my most beautiful sister." He said before rising to his feet and walking toward the door.

"Riff?"

He paused, his hand on the doorknob, and turned to face his sister. The room seemed darker now that he was no longer by Magenta's side, and he could barely make out her form on the small bed. He smiled to himself and opened the door, the light from the hallway enveloping him with its faint glow.

"I love you too." He told her before closing the door behind him.

Magenta fell back onto her pillow. As she closed her eyes, a contented smile began to form on her lips. Yes, tonight she would sleep, if only for a little while, very very well.

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AN: Whoa! Finally done with that one! It's so funny! You guys would laugh if you saw the original copy of this part of the story. It's so freakin different o_O But that's what editing is for, ne? This seems short for some reason, but then again I don't know, cuz it looks different when it gets on the website. Here are some quick Notes for ya to chew on:

*Yes. Magenta was in her lingerie during the first part with her and Riff. They're comfortable enough with each other so she didn't even think about it…

*I am sorry if they seem a bit OC, especially Riff. I wanted to delve a bit deeper into their special little relationship and how much they mean to each other. I do believe they are more in character in the rest of the story. Did anyone really have a problem with their characters? I tend to get carried away when I start writing ^^;

DON'T FORGET! Please read and review! Thank you two wonderful people who reviewed chapter 1 : I will try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can!