Frank was well known for his stamina and imagination in the bedroom, and on
this occasion he took particular care to use each attribute to its fullest.
Skillfully guiding Magenta through position after position, he made sure
to keep the stimulation level so high she would be unable to give any
thought to the implications of what she was doing. Through it all, Riff
Raff remained frozen, immobile with shock and grief, in the doorway.
Finally, in an explosive mutual climax, it was over. Lying together, still intertwined, Frank and Magenta suddenly heard the bedroom door slam. There before them, no longer frozen in place, stood a furious Riff Raff.
In a voice of deadly calm, he asked, "Would someone kindly explain to me exactly what is going on here?"
Magenta, who had been flushed from the exertions of the evening, suddenly paled – in sharp contrast to Frank, who was, predictably enough, completely nonchalant in the face of Riff Raff's anger.
Rolling away from Magenta, he grabbed his robe, donned it, and stared directly at Riff Raff with an expression of studied innocence. "My goodness, Riff Raff. Why are you so upset? One would imagine you were Magenta's lover, rather than her brother."
Magenta, scrambling for her own robe, paled even more, if that were possible. Looking pointedly from her face to Riff Raff's, he added, "Or is it possible you are both siblings *and* lovers? I wouldn't have wanted to believe such a distasteful thing of the two of you. However, judging from the reactions I see before me, I can't help but believe that must be the case." He gave them a smile dripping with irony. "I *never* would have guessed."
It was the way he said it. Both Riff Raff and Magenta suddenly realized he'd somehow discovered the true nature of their relationship, and the scenario that had been so carefully played out over the course of the night had been his oh-so-subtle way to let them know exactly what he thought of it.
Seeing the realization dawn on their faces, Frank's smile became victorious. Turning to depart, he said, "Don't worry, Riff Raff. I'm sure Magenta still has some energy left for you." He walked to the door. Before leaving, however, he looked back to face Riff Raff. "I just hope you're able to satisfy her. She's quite insatiable." His voice dropped to a seductive purr. "It's *very* erotic." After delivering that final bon mot, he walked out.
In his wake, an almost suffocating silence permeated the room. Riff Raff stared fixedly at the door, an expression of pure loathing on his face. At length, he turned to Magenta, sitting on the edge of the bed, her face as pale as death. Tentatively, she raised her gaze to look at him. "Riff Raff, I'm so sor…"
Before she could finish, Riff Raff held up his hand. "Please. Don't say it. Not right now." Caught in a firestorm of competing emotions, he couldn't deal with an apology at the moment.
He knew Magenta still loved him. He knew if Frank demanded sex from her, she had no authority to refuse him. He knew she'd been expertly seduced and manipulated by someone whose sexual prowess was legendary, in a land known for the erotic skills of its populace. He knew despite that seduction, she wasn't in love with Frank.
He knew all those things. However, he also knew she'd never again be able to look at Frank without remembering the incredible heights of passion and pleasure she'd reached with him…and Riff Raff himself would never be able to look at either of them without remembering what he'd witnessed them doing with - and to - each other, obviously to great effect. Frank's taunting voice echoed in Riff Raff's head… "I just hope you're able to satisfy her." Riff Raff had never doubted that before. Now he knew he'd hear that voice every time he and Magenta made love.
If Riff Raff hadn't been one of the victims of Frank's plan, he'd have had to admire its effectiveness and ingenuity. Frank had been looking for an entertaining way to torment Magenta and him, and he'd succeeded brilliantly. Nothing would ever be the same again.
But Riff Raff knew a couple of other things. He knew he and Magenta would never give Frank the satisfaction of seeing the effect his actions had on them…and he knew that someday, somehow, they'd get their revenge. When, or how, he knew not…but it would happen.
And it would be sweet.
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Writer's note: For those Riff Raff/Magenta fans who decided to read this and now have a trauma-induced headache for their trouble…well, I've always had good luck with Advil. g Seriously, it's just a counterpoint to the plethora of "Frank brutally rapes Magenta" scenarios out there. To me, part of the fun of seduction for Frank is getting people to do what they ordinarily would *never* do…and having them enjoy it. It's just another way to exercise power.
Finally, in an explosive mutual climax, it was over. Lying together, still intertwined, Frank and Magenta suddenly heard the bedroom door slam. There before them, no longer frozen in place, stood a furious Riff Raff.
In a voice of deadly calm, he asked, "Would someone kindly explain to me exactly what is going on here?"
Magenta, who had been flushed from the exertions of the evening, suddenly paled – in sharp contrast to Frank, who was, predictably enough, completely nonchalant in the face of Riff Raff's anger.
Rolling away from Magenta, he grabbed his robe, donned it, and stared directly at Riff Raff with an expression of studied innocence. "My goodness, Riff Raff. Why are you so upset? One would imagine you were Magenta's lover, rather than her brother."
Magenta, scrambling for her own robe, paled even more, if that were possible. Looking pointedly from her face to Riff Raff's, he added, "Or is it possible you are both siblings *and* lovers? I wouldn't have wanted to believe such a distasteful thing of the two of you. However, judging from the reactions I see before me, I can't help but believe that must be the case." He gave them a smile dripping with irony. "I *never* would have guessed."
It was the way he said it. Both Riff Raff and Magenta suddenly realized he'd somehow discovered the true nature of their relationship, and the scenario that had been so carefully played out over the course of the night had been his oh-so-subtle way to let them know exactly what he thought of it.
Seeing the realization dawn on their faces, Frank's smile became victorious. Turning to depart, he said, "Don't worry, Riff Raff. I'm sure Magenta still has some energy left for you." He walked to the door. Before leaving, however, he looked back to face Riff Raff. "I just hope you're able to satisfy her. She's quite insatiable." His voice dropped to a seductive purr. "It's *very* erotic." After delivering that final bon mot, he walked out.
In his wake, an almost suffocating silence permeated the room. Riff Raff stared fixedly at the door, an expression of pure loathing on his face. At length, he turned to Magenta, sitting on the edge of the bed, her face as pale as death. Tentatively, she raised her gaze to look at him. "Riff Raff, I'm so sor…"
Before she could finish, Riff Raff held up his hand. "Please. Don't say it. Not right now." Caught in a firestorm of competing emotions, he couldn't deal with an apology at the moment.
He knew Magenta still loved him. He knew if Frank demanded sex from her, she had no authority to refuse him. He knew she'd been expertly seduced and manipulated by someone whose sexual prowess was legendary, in a land known for the erotic skills of its populace. He knew despite that seduction, she wasn't in love with Frank.
He knew all those things. However, he also knew she'd never again be able to look at Frank without remembering the incredible heights of passion and pleasure she'd reached with him…and Riff Raff himself would never be able to look at either of them without remembering what he'd witnessed them doing with - and to - each other, obviously to great effect. Frank's taunting voice echoed in Riff Raff's head… "I just hope you're able to satisfy her." Riff Raff had never doubted that before. Now he knew he'd hear that voice every time he and Magenta made love.
If Riff Raff hadn't been one of the victims of Frank's plan, he'd have had to admire its effectiveness and ingenuity. Frank had been looking for an entertaining way to torment Magenta and him, and he'd succeeded brilliantly. Nothing would ever be the same again.
But Riff Raff knew a couple of other things. He knew he and Magenta would never give Frank the satisfaction of seeing the effect his actions had on them…and he knew that someday, somehow, they'd get their revenge. When, or how, he knew not…but it would happen.
And it would be sweet.
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Writer's note: For those Riff Raff/Magenta fans who decided to read this and now have a trauma-induced headache for their trouble…well, I've always had good luck with Advil. g Seriously, it's just a counterpoint to the plethora of "Frank brutally rapes Magenta" scenarios out there. To me, part of the fun of seduction for Frank is getting people to do what they ordinarily would *never* do…and having them enjoy it. It's just another way to exercise power.