Rocky Horror Picture Show
Disclaimer: Please don't sue. I don't own *insert fandom name from above*... All I own is an overactive imagination.
Summary: 5drabbles challenge. RHPS in five drabbles. ^.^ Focusing mainly on Frank and Rocky of course.
Word Count: 500
Day 16 of "22 new fandoms in 22 days." Calendar link up in my
Story note: This was the one I couldn't write. T.T And subsequently never posted on its proper day. However, as recommended, here it is…
By: Lucifer Rosemaunt
Frank dreamed of many things, but the best ones always consisted of hard abs, strong arms, and tight buns, of blonde hair and a tan. It hardly mattered if he was asleep; the image was there when he closed his eyes.
When that dream finally became a reality, he'd been determined to find out if the real thing could be as good as dreams. He made sure to inspect every little detail with hands, teeth, and tongue, relishing every moment. Only one aspect had disappointed him, but stamina was the one thing he'd gladly spend more time to work on.
Rocky had learned many things upon his creation, things he committed to memory. He'd learned the proper way to be a man, how to work his muscles, and that he was a perfect specimen, more than 'okay.' He didn't particularly know what that meant or why that was even important, only that his creator looked at him with open appreciation, lustful eyes, and promise. At first, he hadn't known what that promise had been. However, he learned the most important lesson with that look. You didn't need a wedding day to really have a good night in the bridal suite.
Rocky was loyal. He simply had poor self-restraint when it came to lust – he'd just been practicing what he'd been taught with Janet. He hadn't even known that he'd done something wrong until Frank looked at him with such disappointment. Then, suddenly, he was never looked at the same way again. He didn't know if Frank hated him, couldn't tell when the other man was so focused on yelling at everyone else, with Janet, Brad, and Dr. Scott. He was never even really yelled at, just given that same look of disappointment; Rocky didn't think more needed to be said.
Looking at Riff Raff's unforgiving gaze after having heard those devastating words, Frank could only hope that he'd misheard. He hoped that this was simply a mistake, a joke. A very bad joke, but one nonetheless. After everything that had happened, he hadn't expected it to end like this.
Sparing just a moment to glance back at Rocky, he swallowed through the lump that was suddenly in his throat. He'd spent almost a lifetime searching for the secret of life. He'd rather expected to be able to spend at least part of what had been left with his own creation.
Rocky understood that he'd been given the gift of life by Frank, the only gift he'd ever really received in his short life. He rather loved it, too, treasured it. When the doctor threatened to take it back, he'd known that his creator could and probably would do so. It wasn't about dying though; he wasn't afraid of that. It was about having this one gift that was his own being taken. If that was gone, then he'd have nothing. However, when the time came, he'd gladly given the gift back in hopes that maybe Frank would come back instead.
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Story Note: Sorry for lack of inspiration on my part to write a full out fic.