Desperation

Desperation
Summary: They had been driven to each other, and only want to go home. what now will desperation drive them to? Riff/magenta
Disclaimer: I do not own rocky horror, richard o'brien does. I recieve n money from the posting of this story.

Magenta wept softly into his navel, her riotous hair stuck to her tear-tracks.
“I just want to go home, brother.” He shushed her, nodding in agreeance with her sentiment. His wheels were turning, the cunning part of his mind whirring to life in the face of his sister’s…his love’s….distress. But in the back of his mind, the younger part of his mind wondered how in the world it had come to this. When had earth become their prison?
He had been skeptical when told they were being sent here, unsure as to why. Were they to bring home the transexuals already there? Research humanity? Colonize? Maybe all of the above?
Honestly, it hadn’t been clear. Frank, their prince, had taken to the planet with abandon, though. To him, the denizens of the streets of this planet were endlessly fascinating. And, in the beginning, he and his sister had been only too happy to indulge him.
Transexuals, frankly, needed physical contact, primarily sex. It was a hormonal requirement, and one easily fulfilled at home. And when they had first come to earth, it had been easy too. They slept in a kitten pile of love and lust, with no awkwardness, not after so many years of knowing each other.
And honestly, when Frank brought little Columbia in, they had been delighted. Magenta especially, charmed by her combination of worldly knowledge and naivety, a grown up china doll at 19. Magenta still rolled in lust drugged fun with her occasionally. Occasionally he listened at the door, too.
Bringing Eddie in had worked for a while, but eventually they’d been left out in the cold. Magenta had tried to withstand it, inhaling and shooting and taking whatever balm these lunatic aliens had around. She eventually grew pale, and though he tried to refrain from touching her, one day he was so concerned that a hand brushed her arm…
And she exploded.
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“Magenta-“ she shuddered, and he called her name again. His hand unconsciously slid from her elbow to wrist, unthinking of the sensitivity there. Suddenly, she had whipped around in a flurry of curls, and ripped at his clothing. He half-heartedly struggled with her, but there was nothing half-hearted about the lust in her eyes.
As they panted and petted, seemingly scared to proceed, he admitted to himself that he wanted his sister. Had for a while. He had imagined he would be the one to snap, honestly. Only his hands had been able to hold him off this long.
She backed him against the stairs, sharp nails intent on his clothes. His shirt torn asunder, his pants nearly shredded, she hiked up her negligee and ripped off her underwear. Glittering eyes locked onto his cock, straining towards her in the face of her ardor. Slower now, she slid onto him, her fishnet stockings rasping against the hair of his legs. At the first contact, the both of them nearly shattered, Magenta’s tears streaking through her thick black eyeshadow to drip like ink onto his chest. He took hold of her hips, and slid to the hilt, seeing stars as she came explosively around him, dragging the first one out of him as well. She shuddered for what seemed like several minutes, her head tossing back and forth, soft hair waving with her. Though it hurt slightly to keep thrusting, he didn’t stop, fisting a hand in her hair to bring her down into a kiss. Their mouths slid together as if designed to fit, both kissing so hard that their jaws ached. She moaned, murmuring to herself and to him in their home language
When he had recovered (faster than humans, he remembered. And less painfully. Poor creatures.), he withdrew flipped her to her hands and knees, sliding in with no resistance. She moaned again, his name this time, and he gripped her clothed breasts, his cheek to her back tenderly, as he sometimes hugged her. It was slower now, now that the urgency was gone. This was…less like fucking and more like…making love? She sensed it too, her voice quavering.
“Riff…are wrong for this?”
Were they? A relationship between siblings was not taboo on transsexual…just…unconventional. But that was a precedent, not a personal action.
“does this feel wrong?” he slid to the hilt inside of her as he asked, gloved hand snaking down to stroke where they joined, and the bundle of nerves he found there. She sobbed with the pleasure, the sound warbling into a watery laugh.
“No. I feels so goo---ahh!” she moaned as he pinched her clit, hips slamming into him eagerly. Their pace slid up, his teeth finding her neck as he bucked hard into her, her soft hips meeting him thrust for thrust. They came together again, her passage milking him as she slid down to lay her face on the carpeted step.
“Can we…go to your room?” Her voice was hesitant, but husky with the promise of more touch. Without a word, he disengaged, picked her up, and took her there. Neither cared about the nudity or the clothing left behind.
**
They had had each other since, but they missed home regardless. So when Frank had whined about his attraction to Eddie’s personality (but less so his body-) Riff raff had offered to help. Together (with riff doing most of the work,) they had constructed a monster of both beauty and Eddie’s sweet and rebellious nature, and in return riff asked to go home within the year. Frank had agreed, and took all the credit, but he didn’t mind. Now, with Brad and Janet here…it didn’t look like they were going to be free.
And now, here they were, strung out on the floor of the lab after chasing the monster down the elevator shoot.
“I have to kill him. It’s the only way we’ll get home.” He muttered it to the ceiling. She heard him anyway, sitting up.
“really? But-“ He shook his head, stroking her hair.
“Go to your room for now, with Columbia. I’ll plan the rest. It’s my burden.” She nodded, kissed his stomach, and did as asked. He lay there for only a moment longer, before he too got up. He did, after all, have an assassination to plan.
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an: now before you all tell me “WTF RIFF NO HELP MAKE ROCKY YOU NOOB”, actually, that is a canon thing. Richard o’brien himself alluded to this part left out of the final movie. There is also heavy drug use left out, for obvious reasons. Explains a lot, yeah?