(A/N: WARNING, PLEASE READ. Oh boy, long chapter. And it's going to be pushing the rating a little bit, but it still falls in the range of T. Now that Frank is back, things are going to start to get really fun and interesting. Just what exactly is he planning to do to the others? Besides the obvious I mean. Let's take a look and see. Fair warning though, there's a part near the end that may be upsetting to some people, so beware.)

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Second Disclaimer: The song that appears in this chapter is the unused and unreleased song intended for the canceled Rocky Horror sequel. It's called "Love At First Sight", by Richard O'Brien, all credit goes to him. Since the song was never released, it should be ok to use.

Chapter 7: Lustful Nights

Dr. Scott couldn't sleep. His mind was too active. So much had happened in the past few days. Abduction by aliens, witnessing Frank being brought back to life, seeing a super weapon destroy a planet. It was all too much.

How did the Old Queen bring Frank back? What mad methods did she use? Some kind of super science? Magic? Supernatural activity? He wasn't ruling anything out. This whole thing was crazy.

And that weapon, that was especially concerning. The Transylvanians now had the ability to destroy whole worlds. It was like something out of a sci-fi movie. He had thought that nukes were bad, but no one should have a weapon like that, let alone a race that sought to take over the galaxy. And they would eventually set their sights on Earth once more.

But none of that mattered right now. There was something far more pressing at the moment. And that was Frank being back. None of them had anticipated this. Magenta's plan had been crazy enough, but with Frank around, things now seemed impossible to pull off. What more, Frank was planning something for revenge, something bad, and Dr. Scott couldn't help but worry about what it was.

As he considered all this, his thoughts took a different turn, in regards to the way Frank had propositioned him. Not that Dr. Scott was surprised; Frank was… well, Frank. The man was very obviously a sex addict who would screw anything that moved. No, the real problem was that Dr. Scott had been tempted. Badly.

The very thought revolted him. Not because it was another man, he had long since accepted that his attraction had shifted from women to men ever since that night. The problem was that it had been Frank.

How could he be lusting after the man who murdered his nephew? The man who had tried to brainwash them. The man who was very obviously a disturbed individual. He should despise him. And, truthfully, he did, but the lust and attraction was still there. Had it been anyone other than Frank, then…

He shook his head as he rolled over, trying to get some sleep. He hoped Janet and Magenta were having better luck than he was. Especially Janet. Stress wouldn't be good for the baby. And with Frank dangling his plans for revenge over their heads, she was undoubtably stressing.

That's when he heard the door to his room open. So it seemed that Janet wasn't able to sleep after all and probably wanted to talk. Or maybe it was Magenta sneaking in to speak to him about the plan while everyone was asleep.

Letting out a sigh, he rolled from his side onto his back. It took a bit of work since he wasn't wearing the mechanical garter belt that allowed him to walk, so his lower body was paralyzed once more. But as he shifted onto his back and lifted his head to address whoever it was that had entered his room, he saw the covers at the end of the bed being held up as whoever it was crawled into his bed by his feet.

Any traces of sleep that he had been able to conjure up from before disappeared in surprise at this unexpected development. "Who's there!? Janet, is that you?"

He received no response as the person under the covers made their way up the length of the bed. They crawled up his body, but Dr. Scott felt nothing until they reached his waist. From there, he began to feel the light presses of kisses moving from his lower abdomen to his chest.

"Magenta?" he asked when Janet's name had brought him no response.

There was still no answer, and as Dr. Scott felt a love bite on one of his nipples, he suddenly gained a sneaking suspicion and threw aside the covers to see that his hunch was correct.

"Furter!" he cried in outrage.

Looking up at him, Frank gave the scientist a saucy grin. "Hello, my good doctor. Restless night?"

"I should have known," Dr. Scott exclaimed. "You're not one to take no for an answer."

"No, I'm not," Frank agreed wholeheartedly. "And when I see something that I want, I go for it."

"Well, go elsewhere."

He pushed Frank off him. Frank went willingly, rolling to the side and stretching out on the bed next to him, and then scooted up beside him and propped himself up on his side.

"Oh, come now, Dr. Scott. I've spent nine months in the circle of Hell designated to lust without any release. I need some release."

Dr. Scott was appalled at the insinuation that he was essentially being viewed as an outlet for Frank's lust. "Then use your hand, or go find a willing partner."

A saucy smile spread across Frank's face. "I did. I just need to convince him to stop being stubborn.

"Stubborn! You murdered my nephew!"

Frank rolled his eyes. "Again with that? Still? I don't see why that has to stop us from having a bit of fun."

"Fun!?" Dr. Scott practically shouted, and began shifting away from him on the bed when he suddenly realized that Frank was actually naked. "I thought I made it clear that I have no intention of having any 'fun' with you."

This just made Frank smile even more. "Oh, but I think you do, you just don't want to admit it. And I certainly can't let a unique opportunity like this pass."

"What do you mean?" Dr. Scott asked as he turned onto his stomach and attempted to crawl away. "What opportunity?"

Reaching out, Frank grasped the scientist's hips and pulled him up against him before giving his rear a slap that went by unfelt by Dr. Scott. "I've never been with a paraplegic before. You can't feel anything below the belt, right? Such a tragedy for you, but such an opportunity for me. I can do anything to you and you wouldn't feel a thing. Oh, just think of the possibilities. You can't even tell where I'm touching you right now."

It was true, Dr. Scott couldn't tell, and he didn't want to look to know. Even when he wore that mechanical garter belt that let him walk, he still hadn't been able to feel his lower body. He wasn't sure if that made the situation he was currently in better or worse. Because the truth was, he was feeling very tempted. So tempted in fact that he did just want to pretend that Frank hadn't murdered Eddie and just give in.

"What the hell makes you think I'll let you touch me?" he demanded.

Frank let out a chuckle. "You mean aside from the fact that I already am and you're not exactly beating me off? Well, my dear Dr. Scott, as much as you deny it, I can tell that you desire me. Even now, you're trying desperately to convince yourself that this is wrong. Why not just cast aside such moral dilemmas and enjoy yourself a bit?"

"Never!" Dr. Scott objected. "I don't desire you, and I never will."

Letting out another chuckle, Frank scooted closer so he was spooning him and began speaking seductively in his ear. "That's just your denial talking, but I know lust and desire when I see it. Why hold yourself back for some silly notions of morality? And just think of what an opportunity this could be for you as well."

Dr. Scott's brow furrowed in thought at that. "What do you mean?"

Grinning, Frank nibbled on his earlobe. "I don't know how long you've been paralyzed. Were you born this way, or did it happen later? Either way, it must be hard to find pleasure. Especially without the ability to feel any sensation down there."

A low grunt of acknowledgment escaped Dr. Scott. As much as he hated to admit it, Frank was right. Without working 'equipment' or the ability to feel anything from the waist down, sexual pleasure wasn't really in the cards for him. Even when he was with Judy, he had only been able to satisfy her with his hands and mouth. And while he had enjoyed bringing her pleasure and getting what he could out of it, while feeling nothing down below, there was a great level of dissatisfaction at what he was missing and a feeling of wanting.

"What of it?" Dr. Scott demanded, though he couldn't help but notice that his tone no longer sounded as outraged and appalled as before.

Frank picked up on it as well and his grin widened. "That means that you must get your pleasure in other ways. That must be difficult for you. However, with my vast knowledge on all the different ways of giving and receiving pleasure, even without sex, I could give you satisfaction unlike you've ever imagined. And let me tell you, my knowledge has only expanded learning what I did when I was dead. I could do things to you that would make your paralyzed toes curl."

He whispered the words haughtily in his ear, and Dr. Scott had to hold back a groan. The truth was, he believed what Frank was saying, the Transylvanian probably could make him experience all kinds of pleasure, despite him being paralyzed and unable to feel beneath his waist.

"I could do such things to your body," Frank whispered seductively, his tongue snaking out to lick the shell of his ear. "Things you never thought possible. Pleasure like you'll never experience again. And afterwards, you'll have the memory and experience for the future. Doesn't that sound nice? And all you have to do is give in."

Dr. Scott realized he was gripping the blankets tightly, his heartbeat racing and his breathing getting heavy. He hated Frank for doing this to him, but he hated himself even more for wanting it. How could he be tempted by such a man? It wasn't that it was another man that was the problem, it was who it was.

"I'll never be able to forgive myself," he said quietly.

Frank's smile widened further. "I would make it worth it. The pleasure to come and the memory you'll be able to savor from it will be well worth any guilt you might feel. And besides, if you don't give in, then you'll always be left wanting and wondering. That seems so much worse than carrying around a little bit of guilt, don't you think? In any case, the only one making you feel guilty will be you. All you have to do is let go and enjoy yourself."

Dr. Scott squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his resolve crumble. "God forgive me," he whispered.

Frank chuckled and moved in. "Don't worry, I'll give you something better than forgiveness. And I'll definitely make it worth your while."

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Janet was dreaming. She knew she was. It was one of those dreams where you became aware that you were dreaming and simply went along for the ride while remaining somewhat in control of your actions.

But even though she was dreaming, her mind was buzzing with thought. After her confrontation with Frank, many thoughts had been running through her head. Particularly thoughts of the relationship between her, Brad, and Rocky. The claims that Frank made about her feelings towards the two of them had caused her to confront certain truths about herself.

While it was true that both she and Brad had cheated, she began to feel that her betrayal was greater. Brad's affair with Frank had seemingly been based on lust and was purely physical, but Janet's with Rocky had been emotional; that was a different kind of betrayal, a bigger one than mere lust.

Sometimes in relationships, affairs happen. At one point back when Brad had still been alive when Janet had been feeling particularly guilty, she had done some research on how often cheating occurred in relationships, and found that despite what stereotypes claimed, statistically, about 10% of all women would cheat at some point in their life and about 14% of all men would. That hadn't exactly made her feel better, but knowing that there were others who succumbed to lust the way she and Brad did was at least some form of comfort that she wasn't some horrible person.

At least that's what she had told herself. But while a moment of weakness where one gave into lust may be forgivable if the wronged partner was willing to forgive it, an emotional connection was different. That was a betrayal of the heart. And Janet had indeed developed some intense feelings for Rocky, very quickly too. His innocence and sweetness had drawn her in, and his physique had gained her attraction, despite her saying that she didn't like men with too many muscles; that had just been something she had said for Brad's benefit since he wasn't exactly muscular.

Of course, one couldn't exactly control their feelings. And the ones she had developed for Rocky despite being in love with Brad wasn't the betrayal. It was acting on those feelings that was the betrayal. One couldn't control how they felt, but acting on such feelings was a different matter. Acts of lust were bad enough, but acts of love, they were something else, something deeper. And the pain she felt upon catching Brad with Frank and the desire for revenge that followed had allowed her to give in to her desire for Rocky, serving as the excuse she needed to act on the feelings she had developed for him.

Even now, she still loved him. She loved both of them. It was strange, but she loved both Brad and Rocky, in different ways. But that brought up Frank's point, the one she couldn't stop thinking about. Had she chosen Rocky over Brad?

She hadn't had time to think about it or consider the future of her relationships before Rocky was killed and taken out of the equation. Rocky had chosen her over Frank, which had been what had sent the Transylvanian into a jealous rage, but would she actually have left Brad for Rocky had he lived past that night? She didn't know. What she did know was that when she had been with Rocky, she had never felt so alive, never felt so much like a woman. And no, it had nothing to do with sex, because she had never felt that way again since, not even when being intimate with Brad, and he certainly knew some good moves. Moves he probably learned from Frank.

It was likely these thoughts swirling through her head as she tried to sleep that caused the dream she was currently having. Rocky was in it. Her subconscious mind remembered that he was dead, which had been what tipped her off that she was dreaming; for some reason, the fact that she wasn't pregnant in her dream didn't register to her though.

This wasn't the first time she had dreamed about him, and usually the ones he appeared in ended up being rather erotic. Even seeing him now had her pulse racing and made her mouth water. He was exactly like she remembered him. That rock hard, muscular body, that perfect all-over tan, that golden beach-blonde hair, those gorgeous blue eyes that looked at her in innocence and wonder. His only flaw, if it could even be considered a flaw, was his lack of a bellybutton, which only made sense since he was made, not born.

He wore only his tiny pair of golden underwear, showing off his fantastic physique, and Janet swallowed as her eyes drank him in. She never had this response to anyone else, not even Brad. And he was looking at her in equal appreciation, the silk nightgown she wore doing nothing to hide her figure. It was just the two of them here in this completely empty, dimly lit room, a pink mist surrounding the two of them. And as he took a step towards her, holding out his hand, he began to sing.

"Look what's popped up.

I think I'm in love.

She looks like she's out of this world.

I've never seen so much loveliness

all in one wonderful girl."

Smiling, Janet reached for his hand. She was conscious of her actions in the dream, and felt as if she could take control of herself if she tried, but she did nothing to stop what was happening and allowed her hand to fall into his. He gave her arm a tug, and Janet was pulled forward towards him. He held her hand against his heart as his other hand went to her lower back to hold her close as he looked down at her.

"As I stand here before her,

can she tell I adore her?

Am I making too much of this thing?

I've never seen so much fluffiness.

She looks like she's fit for a king."

Janet smiled as she looked up lovingly into Rocky's eyes and began singing as well.

"I want to hold him tightly."

He let go of her hand and moved to cup her cheek, gently stroking it.

"I want to love her so."

Janet looked down. She ran her hand up his chest, feeling his chest muscles. When her hand reached his shoulder, she wrapped both hands around his neck as she looked back into his eyes again and brought their faces closer, pressing her nose to his.

"I want to hold him nightly."

Both of Rocky's hands dropped to Janet's lower back, pressing her against him. Janet closed her eyes in bliss and leaned back as Rocky dipped her back, and she released him to stretch her arms out over her head.

"I'll never let her go."

He pulled her back up and turned her around. Janet spun in his arms so her back was to his chest. His arms circled her as she raised her own, wrapping them around his head behind her as he rested his chin on her shoulder, his hands going to her hips. They began swaying together in a dance, Janet rubbing her backside against his front as he ground against her, and they both sang together.

"It's that squarest of square things,

at the best trite.

That fairest of fair things,

a sunburst so bright.

That rarest of rare things,

love at first sight."

Rocky's hands began to travel up her body, and Janet spun around so she was facing him again. She pressed herself against him, raising one of her legs to wrap around his waist, and Rocky's hand moved to support her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her forehead against his as she sang with her lips grazing his.

"I'm hot and I'm stressed,

and I'm not overdressed.

But the thing that makes me sweet on you

is that."

Rocky suddenly lifted Janet up and spun her around as they sang together.

"We can have our cake and eat it too."

He set her down and they began dancing erotically against each other as they continued to sing.

"Our minds and our glands

tell is these are the hands

with the touch to excite and delight.

We'll never need any other's kiss.

Now we've found love at first sight."

They come apart and Rocky spun Janet around. He released her and she spun away from him. When she stopped, she faced away from him as she placed the back of her hand to her forehead as if she were about to swoon.

"I want to hold him tightly."

Rocky dropped to his knees and held his hands out as he sang to the ceiling.

"I want to love her so."

Janet turned around and reached out for Rocky from the distance between them.

"I want to hold him nightly."

Rocky looked back at her and reached out for her as well.

"I'll never let her go."

Janet suddenly ran back to Rocky. He got to his feet as she approached, and she leapt at him. He caught her in his arms and scooped her up bridal style as he spun around. Janet wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her, and a bed suddenly slid across the room. Rocky carried her over to it and rolled her onto it. Janet stopped on her side and pat the spot beside her. Rocky hopped onto the bed and laid on his back as Janet rolled on top of him as they sung together.

"It's that squarest of square things,

at the best trite.

That fairest of fair things,

a sunburst so bright.

That rarest of rare things,

love at first sight."

As their song came to an end, they stared into each other's eyes. Janet could feel her heart pounding heavily in her chest as arousal flowed through her. It wasn't uncommon for her to experience such things in dreams featuring her and Rocky, but as she stared down at him, she began to feel something that felt more real, something more than a dream.

She began panting as she laid on top of Rocky, and she began grinding herself against him as Rocky's hands moved to her bottom. And then they were kissing. Janet's hands tangled in his hair as his own began running all over her body as he held her close. She poured all her love and arousal into their kiss, and Rocky returned it with equal enthusiasm.

And then his mouth was moving from her lips to her neck, and he began trailing kisses along her collar and chest as his hands continued to explore her. Janet let out a gasp as he suddenly rolled them over so he was on top, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging to him tightly as giggles and breathy moans escaped her, and she whimpered his name and words of encouragement.

The pink fog grew denser, making it harder to see, until Janet was lost in a cloudy haze. She could feel the dream slipping away as she started to wake up. Strangely though, the pleasure didn't fade away with it, it simply changed. It was this pleasure that was waking her up, and the words of encouragement she was whimpering trailed off as she awoke.

Her body still hummed with a building pleasure, but it was now accompanied by alarm. Someone was in bed with her! She quickly tore the covers away, and emitted a surprised shriek at the smirking face she found between her legs.

"Already there, Janet?" Frank asked with a mischievous grin. "That was fast."

"What are you doing!?" she shouted in outrage.

His grin widened as he gripped her hips. "I would have thought that that was obvious, my dear. Based on your mumbling, I'd say I was making your dream a reality. Tell me, are you experiencing déjà vu? I certainly am."

With that, he lowered his head to dive between her legs again, but she quickly pulled away from him and scurried up the bed. Yes, she was experiencing déjà vu, and she didn't like it. "How dare you! How dare you touch me! I haven't given you permission to touch me!"

Frank sat up, putting on an innocent face with feigned confusion. "But we're not doing anything that we haven't done before. I thought that you might be just as frustrated as me since you lost Brad. Unless you have another lover."

"You beast!"

She made to slap him, but he caught her wrist, his look of innocence becoming a seductive smirk. "A beast, am I? Yes, I suppose I am." He began rising up as he loomed over her. "And I'm rather backed up, if you catch my meaning."

Janet rolled aside and out of the bed as he dramatically dove for her. She honestly didn't know why she was surprised. Frank was a perverted deviant with a major sex addiction. Man or woman, possibly even animal, if it had a hole, he would want to get inside it. He'd tried this very thing on her nine months ago, and she still remembered how that turned out.

"What makes you think I would want you in my bed?" she demanded, furious at his presumptuousness.

Frank just smirked as he stretched out like a cat. He really enjoyed these games, and he was eager to play. He'd had his fun with Dr. Scott, but once he'd used the scientist to the point of the older man's exhaustion, he'd still wanted more, and so had set his sexual pursuit on the girl in the next room for a new game, one that he was going to make sure to win.

"Now, now, Janet," he told her playfully, "did you forget that this is my bed? All these beds are my beds. It's my palace after all." He hesitated for a moment before shrugging. "Well, ok, I suppose it's really my mother's palace, but her home is my home, and so is everything in it."

She fixed him with a glare. "I'm not a thing, if that's what you're implying. You can't just take such liberties with me."

He let out a dismissive "Hmm," as he stared at her with his chin in his hands. "Well, you certainly seemed to be enjoying it."

"I was asleep. I was dreaming. I didn't know."

Looking amused, Frank rolled over, letting his head hang over the side of the bed. "If I recall, you didn't realize it was me at first when we first did this all those months ago, but you came around pretty quickly." He licked his lips. "But back then you were worried about Brad finding out, so I could only taste your honey pot. But now that your darling is gone, this bear wants the rest of the beehive."

He gave her a growl and scratched at the air. Despite his forwardness though, Janet felt her lower stomach tighten in anticipation. It really had been quite a while since she had a lover, and she was quite aroused, both from her dream and from what Frank had been doing to her while she slept. At least he didn't appear to be upset, which let her know that despite what she had said in her sleep, he hadn't figured out that she had been dreaming of Rocky. Which reminded her.

"I thought you hated me for stealing Rocky from you," she pointed out.

Rolling his eyes, Frank let out a sigh and flipped onto his stomach again as he gave her a bored look. "My dear Janet, hate is such a strong word. Of course I'm upset, but hate is going a bit too far." He smirked at her. "But even if I did, hate sex can be extremely pleasurable."

She chose to ignore that last part and eyed him suspiciously. "Then you're not angry with me anymore?"

"Angry sex can be very pleasurable as well," he told her pointedly. "As can makeup sex. I'm happy to try all three with you, but can't we let the past stay in the past for now and just enjoy each other?"

"You mean enjoy each other's company?"

He chuckled. "No, I mean enjoy each other."

The man really did have a one-track mind, and he was always very blunt about what he wanted. But Janet wasn't as naïve as she was back then, and she wasn't about to make the same mistake twice. "I'm nine months pregnant, in case you didn't notice."

"Yes, I did notice," he replied dismissively, his eyes falling to her stomach. "But I don't see why that's a problem. As long as you're careful, you're perfectly capable of intercourse without harming the baby. Just think of it as a threesome." At her appalled expression, he gave her a pointed look. "And besides, you're trying to pass off your child as my own. If you're going to make such accusations about me, shouldn't I at least get to enjoy what you're claiming I did?" He brought a finger to his lips and leisurely licked it. "I promise to make it worth your while. You've only experienced my fingers and mouth before, now imagine what I could do with my most impressive assets."

Almost against her will, Janet's eyes drifted downwards to between his legs. When she saw the "assets" he was referring to on display, she blushed. She hadn't seen him in the nude the first time he had snuck into her bed all those months ago, as he had still been wearing his corset and garter belt under his robe.

Frank realized where she was looking and smiled arrogantly. "Enjoying the view? You can do more than look, you know."

Her blush deepened and she turned around. While Frank wasn't the perfect specimen like Rocky, he was very attractive in a different way. And despite everything he was and had done, he had this strange sexual appeal that made him irresistible and made you forget all the bad about him. How was he able to do that? Was it because he was an alien? Could he emit some kind of pheromones that could draw others in?

As Janet contemplated this, Frank got up and came up behind her. Suddenly, he was pressing up against her, his hands exploring her body as if he had all the right in the world. "Come now, Janet, let's just forget who we are for a few hours and have a bit of fun. We both deserve it. And while I prefer to be the dominant one, I'll let you be on top; that should be easier on your stomach."

Janet sighed in pleasure as he whispered hotly in her ear as his hands explored her breasts through her nightgown. She wished she wasn't so aroused right now; it was making it hard to think straight.

Almost without her realizing it, his hands moved down to the bottom of her nightgown. And then, in one fluid motion, he tore it up and over her head before tossing it aside. That snapped Janet out of her daze and she let out a surprised and objective cry. She suddenly realized that she was now just as naked as he was, her panties having been removed by him in her sleep. Before she could react though, he suddenly turned her around so she was facing him and pulled her up against him, her pregnant stomach between them being the only thing that kept them apart.

"There now, isn't that much better?" Frank asked teasingly, holding her to him as she weakly pushed at his chest. He grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up to wrap around his hip, then gave her rear a hard slap, making her cry out. "I don't know why you resist. You were so receptive to my touch last time, and that's when Brad was still around. What's the saying for marriage? 'Til death do you part? Has death not already parted you? So what's stopping you from having some fun? I'm quite experienced, so I can really show you a good time."

She hated to admit it, but he had a point. Still, there was a moral issue here, she needed to remember that, and searched for anything she could say to discourage him. "I thought you preferred men."

He chuckled in amusement at that. "My dear, a preference is not something exclusive. One might prefer hot dogs, but that doesn't mean they don't want to have a nice taco every now and then." He wiggled his eyebrows, his food examples obviously having a double meaning, and one of his hands went from her lower back to her rear, squeezing her cheek. "And besides, you may be a woman, but if I prefer some ass-play, you have one of those as well. Are you still a virgin in that area? I'd be happy to fix that if you want to try it. I'd certainly like to."

He gave her bottom another spank, making her cry out in surprise. Then he walked backwards, pulling her with him, and sat on the bed. He pulled her on top of him, moving her to straddle him, and then looked up at her with a grin.

"Stop denying what your body craves," he told her playfully. "It's not like I'm expecting some commitment. I'm just suggesting that we enjoy each other's company, in all aspects. Like I said, if anything, we deserve it. Both of us are clearly sexually frustrated, so let's offer each other a little helping hand."

Her resolve was failing. Damn him, how did he do that? How was he able to break through everyone's resistance and get them to do what he wanted with no care of the consequences? Janet had no idea, but she found that her stubbornness in denying him to no longer be worth it in light of what her body was screaming for and what he promised he could deliver. And as he pointed out, Brad was no longer in the picture, so there really was nothing holding her back except for her own stubbornness. Perhaps she could just forget and indulge for a while. It wouldn't mean anything, and then she could just pretend it never happened.

She let out a resigned sign as the fight slipped out of her. "Oh, what have I gotten myself into?"

Smirking in victory, Frank's arms went around her. "A world of pleasure, my dear Janet. A world of pleasure."

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Magenta had been very on edge. She had been ever since she and Riff Raff had been exposed for their treason. And upon having Frank return to life, she was more on edge than ever. So even though she had been able to fall asleep, she woke up as soon as the sound of her door opening reached her ears.

"Who is there?" she demanded.

In the darkness, she could make out the silhouette of a person standing in the doorway. They shut the door behind them and then made their way over to her, and she was able to make out who it was.

"Did I wake you?" Frank asked with false apology. "So sorry. I didn't mean to." He smirked. "Well, not yet anyway."

She glared at him. "What do you want?" she asked irritably. Her eyes narrowed. "Are you here to kill me?"

Frank laughed at that. "Kill you? Hardly. Quite the opposite actually."

Coming from him, that could mean anything. If you're not here to kill me, then why are you here?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Oh, was my meaning not clear?" He suddenly dropped his robe, baring himself to the Transylvanian woman. "I thought we could entertain each other for a few hours."

There was definitely no way for Magenta to misinterpret his meaning now, yet she proudly held up her chin. "It is the middle of the night, and I am quite tired. Your internal clock may be off since you've been dead, my prince, but you should really get some sleep; it's very late."

"More early at this point," Frank corrected, and then raised a hand to his forehead. "And how could I possibly sleep after being worked up for so long. All that time being pleasured without release was unbearable. I thought you could help me remedy that."

He smiled at the look on her face. After he had finished with Janet and left her just as exhausted as he had left Dr. Scott, he found himself to still feeling unsatisfied, and so had moved on to the next person. This one would be more interesting, as the game would be different. He wondered how long she would last before he broke her.

"My prince," Magenta said, attempting to hold back her outrage, "I have been assigned to take care of Janet while she is here, and have no obligations to satisfy that which prevents you from sleeping, even if you are the prince. And even if that wasn't the case, I have absolutely no intention to indulge your desires."

Frank just carelessly shrugged this off. "Hmm, yes, I suppose that's true. But you seem to be forgetting something, my dear Magenta. I've got you over a barrel, as the earthlings would say. You really backed yourself into a corner with everything you've said and done. This is why lies are never a good thing; they can get you in such trouble. Now, I could be… persuaded to keep your secret, at least for now, but I'm going to need a reason to do so."

Magenta's fists clenched at the unspoken threat. "You plan to blackmail me?"

Frank smiled in amusement. "I prefer to think of this as more along the lines of tit-for-tat. You need something from me, and I want something from you. And considering that you and your brother murdered me, I see no reason why I shouldn't tell my mother the truth unless you can convince me otherwise."

He saw the anger burn in her eyes, but it only amused him and got him even more excited. He hoped she would be able to satisfy him. Dr. Scott had been a fun new experience since the man was paralyzed, but the lack of mobility and ability to feel half his body had been limiting. Janet had been able to perform better since she could move her lower body, but her pregnancy had meant they'd needed to be careful and take things easy. And while he had left them both satisfied, Frank certainly was not.

With Magenta, it would be different. He could do whatever he wanted, be as rough as he wanted, and she wouldn't be able to object. Not just because he was royalty, but because he held her fate, and the fate of her brother, Janet, and Dr. Scott in the palm of his hands. One word from him to his mother would be all it took to put an end to them. He could do it at any time unless she gave him a reason not to.

"You're despicable," she told him.

He just shrugged. "And you're a traitor. We all have our little problems." He sat on the bed next to her. "But this doesn't need to be unpleasant. On the contrary, it could be quite enjoyable."

Scowling, Magenta turned away from him. Frank just smirked and leaned in and began pressing kisses to her neck. Magenta cringed slightly as she felt his lips press against her, but didn't object.

"Come now, Magenta, don't tell me that you're not curious. You and Columbia were such good friends. Didn't she tell you how good it was with me? Haven't you seen me in action with some of my many lovers? Wouldn't you like to experience that pleasure yourself?"

She pushed him away and shifted away from him. "Not in the least. I never liked you. In fact, I quite despise you."

That made him chuckle. "Well, that's not so bad. In fact, a few hours ago, I was just telling Janet how much fun hate sex can be."

That got Magenta's attention. "What did you do to her?"

He bit his bottom lip, looking far too smug. "Nothing that you haven't accused me of doing, so to speak. After all, according to you, I am supposed to be the father of her child. I figured that I should at least keep up appearances."

She glared at him. "You really have no shame."

He scoffed at that. "Shame puts such a limitation on such things. Shame, pride, stubbornness, morality, all so limiting. Why should we hold ourselves back? Don't you think we should all just indulge?' He reached out, running his hands down her arm. "Come on, Magenta, indulge a bit with me."

She swatted his hand away. "I would rather die."

He sighed and looked off into the distance. "Well, I suppose that could be arranged. Of course, that would also mean that Janet and Dr. Scott would die with you. As would your precious brother."

Her eyes widened, and a flash of panic flew across her face. "You wouldn't."

Smirking, he looked back at her. "Oh, wouldn't I? Care to test that? Especially in light of what you did to me?"

Her nails dug into her palms as she resisted the urge not to hit him. Frank watched her in amusement, then reached out. His hand went to the buttons of her top and began popping them open. He watched her face the entire time, but she made no objections. And when the last button was open, Frank eased her down onto the mattress.

Moving over her, he began to open her top, pushing it past her shoulders. She reluctantly shrugged out of it, and Frank leaned down and began trailing kisses across her chest and down her stomach as she attempted to stay still. But under his administrations, she could feel herself reacting to him. It seemed that not even she was immune to Frank's charms.

"Come now, Magenta," he said between kisses as he made his way lower. "There's no need to be so stubborn." Kiss. "All this is," kiss, "is a little carnal release." Kiss. "Nothing to make a big deal of." He reached her bottoms and looked up at her. "Tomorrow we can go back to being adversaries if you want, but for now, just enjoy the moment."

Magenta stared up at the ceiling. "You're not exactly giving me a choice."

Frank rolled his eyes. "You make it sound so horrible. Just think of it as mutual pleasure. You know what I'm like Magenta. I'm a generous lover. I like my partners to take just as much enjoyment out of the act as I do. And I intend to do the same to you. I suggest you enjoy the pleasure I offer, but if you want to be stubborn, then go ahead and resist what you're feeling." He smirked up at her. "It will just make it all the sweeter when your resolve breaks and you give in. And who knows, maybe we really will have a future heir afterwards. That will at least save you, even if your secret does get out."

He grabbed her bottoms and pulled them down and off. A whimper escaped Magenta and she covered her eyes. "I'm sorry, brother."

Frank just chuckled as he rose up and leaned over her. "Oh, Magenta, you shouldn't apologize, because I promise you, come morning, you're going to be anything but sorry."

(A/N: Come on, we couldn't have Frank be back and not have him seduce literally all the characters. It's Frank! And he's making up for lost time. Now he's got three more notches on his bedpost. It does make me wonder if he even hooked up with Magenta and Riff Raff before; it honestly wouldn't surprise me if he had. He is Frank after all. And as you can probably tell, the warning this chapter was for how, um, forceful Frank was in his seduction, particularly with Magenta. But again, it's Frank. And now that he's had his fun with them, what else is he planning? I must admit, I had a hard time figuring out where and how to include the song in this chapter, and doing it in a dream sequence was the only way I could think of to include it, but I think it worked. We'll see where things go from here next time.)