I am not sure whether this story is mine. I came across it when cleaning out my hard drive and thought it was fit to post. If it's actually a copy of someone else's fic, please send me a link to it and I'll take this down.

Frank liked clean things.

Cleanliness was next to godliness and it took a true deity to bring inanimate matter to life. He had the laboratory lined with tiles, so much easier to wash off any revolting viscera the experiments might eject. Intimate visitors were always pre-prepared, their contaminated outer casings removed and replaced with wonderfully sterile apparel that neutralised any natural bacteria.

He kept things at arm's length, under wraps and handled with rubber gloves.

It was cathartic really. He was ugly- a rebellious fly in Frank's carefully constructed castle cake. Clever, yes, but so irritatingly unsightly like dust under the eyelid.