Beautifully Wrong

Telling Riff-Raff

Magenta awoke, wrapped in her brother's strong arms. She smiled. This was the first time in nearly a week they'd been able to make love. With Frank continuing the way he was, she was scared to walk out into the hallway. He was almost always awake, and she was afraid to bump into him. He worked day and night on his creation, and quite often would find someone to "enjoy his night with". There was no telling if she was next, but she thanked God that it wasn't her yet.

Not only that, but he was working them to their fullest and hardest, especially Riff-Raff. He'd been ten times more tired than two weeks before. She had been desperate without her brother to comfort her. Tonight Riff-Raff had been in the mood, and she had gladly accepted his advances on her.

But she had yet to tell him of the masters recent words with her... He had asked her point blank if she'd sleep with him, and she hadn't answered. Like the last time, Riff had walked in just as she stuttered with her words.

Magenta slowly slipped out of her brothers arms, as not to wake him. She stood up and threw on her short, black, and basically see-through bathrobe. She walked over to the window and sat down on the window seat. She leaned over and took the pack of cigarettes out of her maids pocket. She sat there, looking up at the full moon smoking her cigarette. She had picked up this habit a little over a month ago do to all the stress they'd been put under. That was what she had bought at the convenience store a while before they'd left. She'd been afraid her dear brother would be disappointed in her for smoking, but now he understood. In fact, sometimes he'd have one too.

Magenta went back to thinking. How she loathed to tell her Riff-Raff about Frank N Furter's true intentions. What he had asked of her. The worst part was, if he pursued her, she'd have to let him. She probably wouldn't be lucky enough to have Riff-Raff walk in and save her like he had a few times before.

Magenta shuddered and took another puff of her cigarette. She looked up at the moon again. This castle was like a prison, no not a prison, it was that two weeks ago. Now, it was hell. She hated it here. The whippings, the crude and sexual remarks, the work itself, and how Frank N Furter treated her brother. She just couldn't stand that, yet she did. As she finished her cigarette and threw it out of the fifth story window, she felt a pair of warm arms wrap around her cold body. She smiled as she felt hungry lips descend upon her neck.

"What are you doing out of bed, darling?" He asked lowly.

"I can't sleep..." She mumbled shaking her head. "...Riff-Raff?"

"Hm?" He asked, still kissing her neck.

"...zhere's somezhing I neglected to mention... I'm afraid of how you'll react to it..."

"What is it, Nation?" He asked. She smiled warmly and turned to face him. She loved hearing her old name.

"Zhat's zhe first time you've called me Nation in a long time, Cosmo." He smiled and kissed her.

"What do you have to tell me?"

"Cosmo.... Frank N Furter...He-he asked me to-to-to-" She put her head down and teared up. She quickly pushed her tears away. She needed to be strong.... "Frank asked me to sleep vizh him...and vhen he asks, he's really demanding subtlety." She answered in a whisper. She let a tear fall. She didn't want to have to have that disgusting excuse for a man on top of her, or anywhere near her for that matter. Only her brother would ever have the privilege to do something like that to her.

Riff-Raff scrunched his face up in anger. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white. He held her close as she started to cry. They both knew they couldn't stop him. He rubbed her back and stroked her hair, occasionally kissing her cheek, calming her, and him, in the process.

"I'm sorry, Riff-Raff. I don't vant to.... He keeps looking at me and licking his lips and touching me-"

"Touches you?!? Where?!?" He nearly yelled. She put a finger over his lips.

"Don't yell... He'll kill us both. I vould razher die zhan sleep vizh him, but I don't vant you to have to die because I disobeyed him. He vould do zhat you know, just to hurt us..." He slightly relaxed, but not by much. His voice came out stern and low.

"Where does he touch you?"

She stayed silent for a moment. She breathed deeply and looked away. She didn't want to see his face. "Normally up my zhighs, or my back, but sometimes..." She stopped and teared up again. She didn't like to think about it let alone talk about it.

"It's alright, Nation, I'm listening... Just point." He sounded much calmer. "Or do you want me to guess?" She felt very much like a child when their parents asked them where they hurt.

"He attempts to touch my breasts, and most times my ass..." Cosmo's eyes burned. He wasn't just angry, on no, he was INFURIATED.

"Nation, if I had a choice, I'd kill him. I already didn't like him before, but after the way he's treated us, and what he does to you, he deserves to die." She clung to him again.

"I hate zhis, I hate him, I hate our situation... But, I love you. Zhe only reason I'm here is because of you." She whispered. He pulled back to look at her sweet face.

"I know, darling, I know it's not your fault... But, why do you have to be so beautiful?" He asked stroking her cheek. She smiled a little through her tears. "I love you too, my dearest sister." He whispered kissing her soft lips. Their kiss slowly turned into a very passionate one, and they soon became carried away.

Riff-Raff picked her up in his arms and carried her bridal-style over to the bed. He laid her down gently and laid down next to her.

"Goodnight, my dearest."

She gaped at him. "Oh no you don't! You are not going to bed now!" She said, grinning and straddling him. He grinned too.

"Why not?" He asked.

"You're not going to tease me and zhen zhink you can force me to sleep. No, sir, you obviously don't know me if you zhink your going to get avay vizh zhat." He laughed and sat up, with her still straddling him, and kissed her. He pulled off her bathrobe, and she pulled off his boxers. Soon they were both right back to where they started at the beginning of the night.

Magenta breathed heavily and moaned loudly. As she reached her climax, she moaned his name. But tonight, they weren't Magenta and Riff-Raff. Tonight, they were Cosmo and Nation Mckinley, like they had once been. That seemed like ages ago. Things probably wouldn't be like this for a long, long time. They both knew the worst was STILL yet to come...