RHPS/Velvet Goldmine Crack Fic THAT I WROTE FOR CLASS
It’s Not Easy Having a Good Time
Velvet Goldmine/Rocky Horror Picture Show crack-fic
Characters: Frank, Brad, Janet, Rocky, Columbia, Riff Raff, Magenta, Dr. Scott, Curt Wild, Brian Slade/Maxwell Demon, Arthur
Pairings: Frank/Everyone, Brad/Janet, Janet/Rocky, Columbia/Magenta, Riff Raff/Magenta, Curt/Brian, Curt/Arthur
Rating: R
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“You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss. You'd better wise up, build your thighs up. You'd better wise up,” sang Frank, teasing Janet, touching her thighs and bra while she struggled in vain to push him away.
“Sto-o-o-o-o-o-op!” she screamed, beating Frank’s chest with her small fists. Frank staggered back into the control panel, Brad swinging in vain for Frank to let out his raging man-hormones. Looking on with priggish disdain, Riff Raff and Magenta walked calmly through the hole in the wall down to the control panel.
Fixing Janet with a fierce glare, why was she bothering to fight back now?, “Don't get hot and flustered - use a bit of mustard,” Frank sang, sauntering in front of the helpless humans. Bursting at his seams, Brad had to call him out. “You're a hot dog but you'd better not try to hurt her, Frank Furter!” he sang, punching the air to no avail.
Frank was unimpressed and at his nod, Magenta flipped the switch on the Medusa transducer.
ZAP! went the transducer and something very unexpected happened.
Long ago, in a movie far away, Curt and Arthur were fucking. On a rooftop in London with Maxwell Demon running through their minds, Curt and Arthur succumbed, vigorously, to the sexual tension coursing between them like an electric wire.
Arthur had never felt this level of pure pleasure before. Sure he’d fucked before but this time was different. Arthur knew he looked like Maxwell tonight; he was honoring the famed rocker for this last night of Glitter, since the man himself wouldn’t dare show. Arthur knew, as the world did, of Curt and Brian’s affair and messy breakup. Arthur knew Curt could be using him; some sad fantasy fuck to reconcile the past, present and future. But Arthur didn’t care. Curt was nice to him, treated him like an equal, when it would have been so easy to treat him like some annoying fan with a crush. For just this moment Arthur was Maxwell, was Brian, because Curt wanted him to be these things and because it was like he was fucking Brian too. Their bodies moved in contrast; thrusting and pushing; squeezing and caressing; squirming and shivering.
“Curt…” Arthur called out, breath coming hard and shaking his body. “Curt!” Grunting, Curt sped up and Arthur’s body shook, sending them both over the edge of ecstasy. At this very moment, both men felt a curious sensation. It was unlike anything either of them had felt before but could not stop the last push of their lust.
Simultaneously and a few hours ago, Brian Slade himself, recently stripped of his career, stood outside a door watching Curt perform at the Death of Glitter show.
“Gimme danger, little stranger. Gimme danger, little stranger. Gimme danger, every day…” Curt moaned from the stark and low-lit stage. His voice rose and he writhed on the floor, heaving and moving, clawing at his chest, “Can ya feel it? Can ya feel it? Can ya feel it? Can ya feel it?” As if in a trance Curt moved to his knees and sang “I gotta feel it. I gotta feel it. I wanna feel it. I wanna feel it. I wanna feel it. I wanna fucking feel it. Feel it, feel it” until he was screaming into the microphone and collapsed. Brian watched on, seemingly indifferent, but the song called to a deep part of him, a part he told himself was pointless and over. He popped his collar and turned away. He walked away from that man screaming out his pain, screaming for him. But before he could pity himself too much, the ground and buildings seemed to move around him, bend towards him. He nearly tumbled to the ground but was caught by a gentle air bubble. A second later his face hit a floor that was very different from the brick and mortar street he had been walking down. It was white and glossy, he realized, before losing consciousness.
Back at the scene of the crime, Frank and company were blinded by a great white light and terrible noise. They shielded their eyes and when the light was gone, looked to find a strange sight indeed. Curt and Arthur were naked and lying on the floor of the lab. Brian Slade was lying close by, eyes closed and decidedly more clothed than his mates. Everyone stared at these newcomers and their pert bums while Arthur and Curt looked around in a daze.
“What in the bloody hell…” Curt mumbled and, seeing Brian, scrambled to his side. Brian was ok, if a little bruised and puffy from his fall and recent binging. Arthur stared at the strange people staring at him and his general state of undress. Curt turned Brian over and started tapping him on the face, muttering, “Come on Brian, wake up, come on.” Arthur stood, trying in vain to cover his manhood, and looked to the tallest man. The man had on heavy makeup and wore a corset with stockings.
“Excuse me, but where the hell are we?” said Arthur.
“How am I supposed to broaden minds and terrorize small town Americans when the HELP can’t even do their jobs CORRECTLY?!” Frank yelled, glaring at Magenta and Riff Raff. Frank thought he had seen it all in his years, but this was new. Magenta and Riff Raff began to pull out a panel by the controls. They looked briefly in the panel and with an “AHA!” pulled a cord from the box. A light on the control flashed and Magenta flipped the medusa transducer once more. A duck appeared at Frank’s feet. Frank scowled but quickly turned back to Arthur, a welcoming smile on his face.
“Aheh heh haha…How do you do?” Frank said, extending a dainty hand and looking him up and down. Arthur didn’t think to take it.
“What’s going on? How did we get here?”
Brian came to with a flurry of blinks and Curt stood, helping him up.
“Why don’t you tell me your name, you poor dear, and we’ll see about getting you some…Aha, appropriate clothing.” Frank sneered, glancing at Riff Raff, who scuttled to fetch.
“M-my names Arthur,” he said nervously and turned to Curt “This is Curt Wilde and I think that’s - ”
“I am Brian Slade. And I DEMAND to know why we have been stolen away from our own lives and…Curt. You do know you’re completely naked?” Brian had caught sight of and processed the nudity and general fabulousness surrounding him but it was Curt’s stance that made him ask. Curt was standing with both arms on his hips and legs spread wide, as if exposing himself for all to see and admire. Janet’s cheeks were bright red (and so were Brad’s).
“What? Of course I know Brian! What kind of question is that?” Curt gave Brian a puzzled glance but turned back to Frank “Who the hell are you?” He dealt Frank a withering stare.
“Ahehe, I am Doctor Frank n Furter. You seem to have stumbled onto a rather strange party, wouldn’t you say? Well, we are glad to have you,” Frank said, ravishing Arthur and Curt with his eyes. Unfortunately for Frank, Riff Raff stumbled back into the room holding oversized white lab coats out to Curt and Arthur.
“Now! Isn’t that better! Let me present to you our cast of characters. Similarly scantily clad are Brad Majors and Janet Weiss. The geezer in the wheelchair is Dr. Scott. Magenta and Riff Raff are my servants. And last are Columbia and my creation Rocky. Rocky! Come to mummy darling!” Rocky slid down a poll to Frank’s side. “Beautiful isn’t he?” The three men’s eyes travelled over the mountainous landscape that was Rocky’s muscled frame in mixtures of guilt, pleasure and embarrassment.
“Hmmm…Your style, I’ve seen it before, haven’t I?” Frank asked Brian, who tore his eyes away from Rocky’s abs to look smug.
“Well, I am a Pop Star and Fashion Icon. I’m sure you’ve heard of me,” Brian replied.
“Brian Slade? Hmmm, no sorry…” Frank shook his head.
“Brian Slade? The Ballad of Maxwell Demon? Surely…” Brian did his best to evoke a sense of his previous grandeur, before the murder debacle. Perhaps he really had lost it.
“Hmmm, there’s something familiar…Oh well, can’t place it! BUT it is a most fabulous design.” He gasped. “I know! We’ll put on a show! Magnificent!” Frank became all a twitter pulling all his friends to the elevator. As everyone crammed in, Brad decided to take Dr. Scott through the hole in the wall. Frank and Rocky were pressed up against the back of the lift with Arthur, Brian and Curt in the middle, and Riff Raff and Magenta shepherding the reluctant Columbia and Janet on the sides. Everyone was cramped but they managed to fit and with a push of a button and a jerk, they were on their way to the Theater.
“I suppose zere vas always ze chance ze Medusa Transducer could do vat it did. Not much evidence to ze fact, but a possibility nonezeless.” Dr. Scot announced as Brad lifted the doctor down the steps. Brad’s mind was racing with ideas, Should I escape? But I have to bring Janet, and Dr. Scott, and what about the mysterious performance by the transducer? and then Brad realized what his friend was blabbering about.
“Dr. Scott, what exactly happened back there?” Brad asked, stopping and standing in front of the doctor.
“I believe ve vere vitness to a very strange sing today, Brad. Somezing most movies don’t dare to do. Zhose men, zey are not from anyvhere ve could travel to, Brad. In fact, I believe ve may have broken somezing very important wiz that electrical mishap.”
“What is that, Dr. Scott?” Brad asked with fear in his voice.
“Brad, ve have broken… ze Fourth Wall!” Dr. Scott’s voice filled with awe as he spoke those dreaded words.
“The Fourth Wall! But they said it couldn’t be done! It defies all known laws!”
“Exactly, Brad! I don’t know vhat ve must do to send zhose men back vhere zhey came from, but ve must do it, and soon! Who knows vhat catastrophe is occurring because of ZAT MAN’S folly!” Dr. Scott griped Brad’s arm and looked him in the eyes. The doctor saw intelligence there but more importantly he saw the need to be a hero, to save the day.
“Brad, ve must go back to ze lab and see if ve can fix ze Medusa Transducer! Or ze vorld, NAY, ze UNIVERSE may be at stake!” Brad’s eyes became determined now and he spun the doctor’s chair around, back to the lab. (Asshole!)
Back in the elevator, Curt was becoming uncomfortable. He was wearing a thin lab coat and pressed between Arthur and Brian. Brian happened to be facing him while Arthur was to his back. The more Curt tried to avoid Brian’s eyes, the stronger Brian stared until Curt couldn’t stand it anymore and glared the smug ass right in the face.
“Have you got something to say, Brian?” Curt asked, his chin as far up as he could manage. Brian glanced around at his snug companions, and said “I just wanted to tell you that you’re beautiful, Curt. Is that so bad?” Brian looked away now, following the moving metal as it passed their iron cage.
“So, you’re a singer Brian?” Frank crooned.
“Yes, at least, I was.” Brian replied.
“Excellent! We’ll all have a part!” Frank seemed to be getting more excited by the minute.
Finally, they reached the appropriate floor and everyone stumbled out. When Brian and Curt stepped out, Arthur noticed their hands had been touching. Frank led the way into the theater, throwing both doors open, and proceeded to delegate jobs. Janet, Columbia and Arthur were to set the stage. Magenta and Riff Raff were to prepare the lights. Rocky and Curt would gather and distribute the clothing and Frank and Brian would prepare the music.
Everyone scuttled to their respective duties and Frank took Brian by the arm and led him down the aisles.
“My dear boy, we must do something spectacular. Absolutely outrageous, don’t you agree?” Frank schmoozed.
“Of course,” said Brian “only the best will do!” As they ducked into a piano room Frank threw Brian against the wall and kissed him vigorously. Brian played with the sensation and squirmed and writhed under the taller man but pushed him away after a moment.
“Sorry, I’ve got my eye on someone else. I’ll be right back, love.” Brian winked at the annoyed transvestite and wandered off to find Curt.
“Set the lights Riff Raff, grab some clothes Riff Raff, why do you mess everything up Riff Raff…” muttered Riff Raff in a surprisingly good imitation of his master.
“What are you mumbling about?” Magenta wondered.
“Nothing my dear… Only imagining the time when we might dance in the moonlight of our fair planet, Transylvania.” Riff Raff replied turning to his sister to perform their special handshake.
Meanwhile on the other side of the stage, Rocky and Curt were sifting thorough a large case of costumes. Well, Rocky was sifting and Curt was standing by with a quick “yes” or “no”. As Curt leaned, he saw Brian burst out of the piano room and shake himself off. Curt watched as Brian moved towards the stage, hips slightly swaying, and went behind the curtain. Curt popped his head to the other side and followed Brian’s round bum wander among the stage props and finally turn to his side of the stage. They caught eyes almost immediately and they both felt a jolt. Brian motioned towards a back room and Curt slowly moved towards it, keeping his eyes on Brian. Curt opened the door to the room and found a battered couch and a mop. He slumped onto the couch and heard a crack just before Brian walked in. Curt stood and Brian walked to the couch. They couldn’t stop staring at each other, eyes dancing over the others body before resting on the eyes that looked back, that held the same inexpressible feeling. Brian reached for Curt’s hand and pulled him in for a vicious kiss. Bodies knocked against each other, bruising knees and hips, and arms grasped and pulled at every part of their bodies. This was a kiss of desperation, of lust, of violence. Brian pushed Curt over and he fell on the couch. Brian straddled Curt’s lap, already feeling a bump through the thin lab coat. Brian gyrated his hips over Curt’s cock and Curt moaned into his mouth, making Brain grasp and pull the back of Curt’s long blond hair. As suddenly as Brian pushed Curt away before, he broke contact, but looked Curt in the eye and slid down Curt’s legs to the floor. Brian sat between Curt’s legs and reached under the coat. Curt gasped at the contact and predatory look in Brian’s eyes and laid his head back over the top of the couch. Brian began by stroking then, after unbuttoning the coat, he took Curt’s penis into his mouth and sucked him off. Curt was nearly going crazy before but now Curt could hardly contain himself. He tried his best not to yell out loud, but couldn’t help his moan an grunts of pleasure. Brian began to speed up and work the base with his hand and Curt couldn’t hold it in any more. With a loud scream I’m sure Shannon heard across the worlds, Curt came. After wiping Curt off Brian slithered up to lie next to Curt who was breathing hard.
“Mmmm, like old times ay?” Brian whispered in Curt’s ear. Curt looked at Brian who still had that predatory look, and turned away.
“What? What’s wrong?” Brian said, Curt standing and re-buttoning the coat.
“Brian - ! *sigh* Brian…it can’t… it’s not…” Curt tried but the right words didn’t seem to come out. “The past is past, Brian. We can’t go back, we can’t pretend.” Curt looked at Brian who was shocked and insulted “I’m sorry…” Curt mumbled and ran from the room.
“Did you say something Dr. Scott? asked Brad, handing a flashlight over to the man.
“No, Brad, must have been von of ze others. Zank you. Now can you get me zat flat head?” Brad and Dr. Scott had managed to find the blue prints for the Medusa Transducer in Frank’s boudoir but they happened to be in a mysterious language neither man recognized. They were doing their best, searching for the misconnected wire out of hundreds.
“Ve’ve got to hurry, Brad, and keep our minds on our vork or our minds may very vell snap!” Dr. Scott repeated, and with a nod Brad continued searching the blue prints.
The door slammed behind him and Frank looked up to see his runaway, back again, tears streaming down his face.
“Oh my dear! Who has been so horrible to you? Let Daddy fix everything.” Frank said sweetly, taking Brian’s streaked face in both hands and bringing it closer and closer to his own. When he kissed Brian for the second time, there was none of Brian’s matching urgency, simply welcome compliance and enjoyment.
Frank led Brain to the floor and began taking off his clothes.
Curt was very confused when he left the room with Brian in it, What am I doing? He was the most real thing I ever experienced! His love was like floating on a satellite over crowds of fans…Arthur…I wonder how he is holding up. Curt went in search of this young man, hoping no one had forced or abused him.
Curt found Arthur in a room down the hallway with scads of aging curtains and broken wooden figures scattered over the floor. Arthur was leaning over a broken horse, only two legs and half a mane. As Arthur heard someone approach, he jumped up and stubbed his toe, but looked grateful to see Curt and not one of the stranger people he had recently met. Curt walked over slowly, watching the young man rub his toe and then fiddle with his buttons.
“How are you doing?” Curt asked, curious.
“I’m alright. Not much in the way of set decoration in this room so I thought I could hide from those weirdos. Arthur replied blushing slightly.
Curt smiled and walked up to the broken horse.
“Pretty ain’t she.” he said, casting a look between the horse and Arthur. Arthur just stared at him, wonder in his eyes. Curt came a little closer, put an arm around Arthur shoulders and began leading him to a bench in the corner.
“I don’t know what’s going on, Arthur. Everything is strange here. I don’t know how we’re going to get back.”
“Yea…I don’t even know how we got here.” replied Arthur as they sat on the rickety wooden bench. Curt removed his arm and put his elbows on his knees.
“It’s strange, isn’t it, that no matter where I am or who I’m with, I always worry about the same things.”
“What kind of things?” Arthur asked.
Curt turned his head to Arthur and looked like he was going to say everything. But his breath came out empty of words, but full of meaning.
“You wouldn’t understand. Because I don’t understand.”
Arthur sat quietly then, hoping Curt would open up and let him know.
Little did anyone know that there was no deeper in to Curt Wild. Everything he was and everything he had he put out to the world.
After a bit of preparation the floorshow was ready. Everyone was decked head to heel in stockings, garters, corsets, pearls, high heels, and clown make up. Brian and Frank whipped everyone into compliance, sometimes literally, and they all looked fabulous.
The stage was set with a dark red curtain covering the stage, Frank and Brian in front on either side. Both men perform beautifully and everyone is excited when the curtains open and the chorus performs the can-can.
Brian is entering into an upbeat rendition of “Baby’s on Fire” when Riff Raff screams from the entrance.
“That’s enough! I can’t take it anymore! This world is killing me! Frank n furter, its all over. Your mission was a failure, your lifestyle’s too extreme! I’m your new commander and you now are my prisoner. We’ll return to Transylvania, prepare the transit beam!” Riff Raff and Magenta have changed into space suits, with short skirts and sleeves. Brandishing a laser, Riff Raff moves towards our frightened cast.
“Wait, please! Riff Raff, we don’t have to leave, things are going so well!” pleaded Frank, on his knees.
“No! You all stink of debauchery and excess! How are we supposed to live like that?” Riff Raff squealed, “You can’t harvest humans when everyone thinks you’re a freak! And what makes you think you are coming with us, eh, “Master”? No, no, you belong here.” Riff Raff lowered the laser to Franks face.
Across the mansion Dr. Scott and Brad were busy on the Medusa Transducer. They could tell they were hot on the trail of this error. They searched frantically, checking wire after wire.
“NO!” yelled Rocky, and through himself into Frank, the laser bean scorching the stage. Everyone ran, but Rocky picked up the limp Frank and carried him off the stage towards the doors. Riff Raff shot Rocky three more times before the man fell flat, his maker in his arms.
Columbia screamed from the sidelines and Rif Raff shot her dead. Janet, Arthur, Brian and Curt huddled on stage, hoping they weren’t next for the execution. Riff Raff stalked towards them, laser over his shoulder.
“Well, which is next, hm?” Riff Raff lowered his weapon slowly at Brian.
“NO!” ZAP!
At the very instant Arthur dove for Brian, Riff Raff pulled his trigger and the Medusa Transducer was activated.
The men were sent flying through space and time, back to where they were from. Brian landed on the brick street of London and Curt and Arthur landed on top of each other on a rooftop in the twilight.
And things passed as they should, as they did, as they would.
Velvet Goldmine/Rocky Horror Picture Show crack-fic
Characters: Frank, Brad, Janet, Rocky, Columbia, Riff Raff, Magenta, Dr. Scott, Curt Wild, Brian Slade/Maxwell Demon, Arthur
Pairings: Frank/Everyone, Brad/Janet, Janet/Rocky, Columbia/Magenta, Riff Raff/Magenta, Curt/Brian, Curt/Arthur
Rating: R
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“You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss. You'd better wise up, build your thighs up. You'd better wise up,” sang Frank, teasing Janet, touching her thighs and bra while she struggled in vain to push him away.
“Sto-o-o-o-o-o-op!” she screamed, beating Frank’s chest with her small fists. Frank staggered back into the control panel, Brad swinging in vain for Frank to let out his raging man-hormones. Looking on with priggish disdain, Riff Raff and Magenta walked calmly through the hole in the wall down to the control panel.
Fixing Janet with a fierce glare, why was she bothering to fight back now?, “Don't get hot and flustered - use a bit of mustard,” Frank sang, sauntering in front of the helpless humans. Bursting at his seams, Brad had to call him out. “You're a hot dog but you'd better not try to hurt her, Frank Furter!” he sang, punching the air to no avail.
Frank was unimpressed and at his nod, Magenta flipped the switch on the Medusa transducer.
ZAP! went the transducer and something very unexpected happened.
Long ago, in a movie far away, Curt and Arthur were fucking. On a rooftop in London with Maxwell Demon running through their minds, Curt and Arthur succumbed, vigorously, to the sexual tension coursing between them like an electric wire.
Arthur had never felt this level of pure pleasure before. Sure he’d fucked before but this time was different. Arthur knew he looked like Maxwell tonight; he was honoring the famed rocker for this last night of Glitter, since the man himself wouldn’t dare show. Arthur knew, as the world did, of Curt and Brian’s affair and messy breakup. Arthur knew Curt could be using him; some sad fantasy fuck to reconcile the past, present and future. But Arthur didn’t care. Curt was nice to him, treated him like an equal, when it would have been so easy to treat him like some annoying fan with a crush. For just this moment Arthur was Maxwell, was Brian, because Curt wanted him to be these things and because it was like he was fucking Brian too. Their bodies moved in contrast; thrusting and pushing; squeezing and caressing; squirming and shivering.
“Curt…” Arthur called out, breath coming hard and shaking his body. “Curt!” Grunting, Curt sped up and Arthur’s body shook, sending them both over the edge of ecstasy. At this very moment, both men felt a curious sensation. It was unlike anything either of them had felt before but could not stop the last push of their lust.
Simultaneously and a few hours ago, Brian Slade himself, recently stripped of his career, stood outside a door watching Curt perform at the Death of Glitter show.
“Gimme danger, little stranger. Gimme danger, little stranger. Gimme danger, every day…” Curt moaned from the stark and low-lit stage. His voice rose and he writhed on the floor, heaving and moving, clawing at his chest, “Can ya feel it? Can ya feel it? Can ya feel it? Can ya feel it?” As if in a trance Curt moved to his knees and sang “I gotta feel it. I gotta feel it. I wanna feel it. I wanna feel it. I wanna feel it. I wanna fucking feel it. Feel it, feel it” until he was screaming into the microphone and collapsed. Brian watched on, seemingly indifferent, but the song called to a deep part of him, a part he told himself was pointless and over. He popped his collar and turned away. He walked away from that man screaming out his pain, screaming for him. But before he could pity himself too much, the ground and buildings seemed to move around him, bend towards him. He nearly tumbled to the ground but was caught by a gentle air bubble. A second later his face hit a floor that was very different from the brick and mortar street he had been walking down. It was white and glossy, he realized, before losing consciousness.
Back at the scene of the crime, Frank and company were blinded by a great white light and terrible noise. They shielded their eyes and when the light was gone, looked to find a strange sight indeed. Curt and Arthur were naked and lying on the floor of the lab. Brian Slade was lying close by, eyes closed and decidedly more clothed than his mates. Everyone stared at these newcomers and their pert bums while Arthur and Curt looked around in a daze.
“What in the bloody hell…” Curt mumbled and, seeing Brian, scrambled to his side. Brian was ok, if a little bruised and puffy from his fall and recent binging. Arthur stared at the strange people staring at him and his general state of undress. Curt turned Brian over and started tapping him on the face, muttering, “Come on Brian, wake up, come on.” Arthur stood, trying in vain to cover his manhood, and looked to the tallest man. The man had on heavy makeup and wore a corset with stockings.
“Excuse me, but where the hell are we?” said Arthur.
“How am I supposed to broaden minds and terrorize small town Americans when the HELP can’t even do their jobs CORRECTLY?!” Frank yelled, glaring at Magenta and Riff Raff. Frank thought he had seen it all in his years, but this was new. Magenta and Riff Raff began to pull out a panel by the controls. They looked briefly in the panel and with an “AHA!” pulled a cord from the box. A light on the control flashed and Magenta flipped the medusa transducer once more. A duck appeared at Frank’s feet. Frank scowled but quickly turned back to Arthur, a welcoming smile on his face.
“Aheh heh haha…How do you do?” Frank said, extending a dainty hand and looking him up and down. Arthur didn’t think to take it.
“What’s going on? How did we get here?”
Brian came to with a flurry of blinks and Curt stood, helping him up.
“Why don’t you tell me your name, you poor dear, and we’ll see about getting you some…Aha, appropriate clothing.” Frank sneered, glancing at Riff Raff, who scuttled to fetch.
“M-my names Arthur,” he said nervously and turned to Curt “This is Curt Wilde and I think that’s - ”
“I am Brian Slade. And I DEMAND to know why we have been stolen away from our own lives and…Curt. You do know you’re completely naked?” Brian had caught sight of and processed the nudity and general fabulousness surrounding him but it was Curt’s stance that made him ask. Curt was standing with both arms on his hips and legs spread wide, as if exposing himself for all to see and admire. Janet’s cheeks were bright red (and so were Brad’s).
“What? Of course I know Brian! What kind of question is that?” Curt gave Brian a puzzled glance but turned back to Frank “Who the hell are you?” He dealt Frank a withering stare.
“Ahehe, I am Doctor Frank n Furter. You seem to have stumbled onto a rather strange party, wouldn’t you say? Well, we are glad to have you,” Frank said, ravishing Arthur and Curt with his eyes. Unfortunately for Frank, Riff Raff stumbled back into the room holding oversized white lab coats out to Curt and Arthur.
“Now! Isn’t that better! Let me present to you our cast of characters. Similarly scantily clad are Brad Majors and Janet Weiss. The geezer in the wheelchair is Dr. Scott. Magenta and Riff Raff are my servants. And last are Columbia and my creation Rocky. Rocky! Come to mummy darling!” Rocky slid down a poll to Frank’s side. “Beautiful isn’t he?” The three men’s eyes travelled over the mountainous landscape that was Rocky’s muscled frame in mixtures of guilt, pleasure and embarrassment.
“Hmmm…Your style, I’ve seen it before, haven’t I?” Frank asked Brian, who tore his eyes away from Rocky’s abs to look smug.
“Well, I am a Pop Star and Fashion Icon. I’m sure you’ve heard of me,” Brian replied.
“Brian Slade? Hmmm, no sorry…” Frank shook his head.
“Brian Slade? The Ballad of Maxwell Demon? Surely…” Brian did his best to evoke a sense of his previous grandeur, before the murder debacle. Perhaps he really had lost it.
“Hmmm, there’s something familiar…Oh well, can’t place it! BUT it is a most fabulous design.” He gasped. “I know! We’ll put on a show! Magnificent!” Frank became all a twitter pulling all his friends to the elevator. As everyone crammed in, Brad decided to take Dr. Scott through the hole in the wall. Frank and Rocky were pressed up against the back of the lift with Arthur, Brian and Curt in the middle, and Riff Raff and Magenta shepherding the reluctant Columbia and Janet on the sides. Everyone was cramped but they managed to fit and with a push of a button and a jerk, they were on their way to the Theater.
“I suppose zere vas always ze chance ze Medusa Transducer could do vat it did. Not much evidence to ze fact, but a possibility nonezeless.” Dr. Scot announced as Brad lifted the doctor down the steps. Brad’s mind was racing with ideas, Should I escape? But I have to bring Janet, and Dr. Scott, and what about the mysterious performance by the transducer? and then Brad realized what his friend was blabbering about.
“Dr. Scott, what exactly happened back there?” Brad asked, stopping and standing in front of the doctor.
“I believe ve vere vitness to a very strange sing today, Brad. Somezing most movies don’t dare to do. Zhose men, zey are not from anyvhere ve could travel to, Brad. In fact, I believe ve may have broken somezing very important wiz that electrical mishap.”
“What is that, Dr. Scott?” Brad asked with fear in his voice.
“Brad, ve have broken… ze Fourth Wall!” Dr. Scott’s voice filled with awe as he spoke those dreaded words.
“The Fourth Wall! But they said it couldn’t be done! It defies all known laws!”
“Exactly, Brad! I don’t know vhat ve must do to send zhose men back vhere zhey came from, but ve must do it, and soon! Who knows vhat catastrophe is occurring because of ZAT MAN’S folly!” Dr. Scott griped Brad’s arm and looked him in the eyes. The doctor saw intelligence there but more importantly he saw the need to be a hero, to save the day.
“Brad, ve must go back to ze lab and see if ve can fix ze Medusa Transducer! Or ze vorld, NAY, ze UNIVERSE may be at stake!” Brad’s eyes became determined now and he spun the doctor’s chair around, back to the lab. (Asshole!)
Back in the elevator, Curt was becoming uncomfortable. He was wearing a thin lab coat and pressed between Arthur and Brian. Brian happened to be facing him while Arthur was to his back. The more Curt tried to avoid Brian’s eyes, the stronger Brian stared until Curt couldn’t stand it anymore and glared the smug ass right in the face.
“Have you got something to say, Brian?” Curt asked, his chin as far up as he could manage. Brian glanced around at his snug companions, and said “I just wanted to tell you that you’re beautiful, Curt. Is that so bad?” Brian looked away now, following the moving metal as it passed their iron cage.
“So, you’re a singer Brian?” Frank crooned.
“Yes, at least, I was.” Brian replied.
“Excellent! We’ll all have a part!” Frank seemed to be getting more excited by the minute.
Finally, they reached the appropriate floor and everyone stumbled out. When Brian and Curt stepped out, Arthur noticed their hands had been touching. Frank led the way into the theater, throwing both doors open, and proceeded to delegate jobs. Janet, Columbia and Arthur were to set the stage. Magenta and Riff Raff were to prepare the lights. Rocky and Curt would gather and distribute the clothing and Frank and Brian would prepare the music.
Everyone scuttled to their respective duties and Frank took Brian by the arm and led him down the aisles.
“My dear boy, we must do something spectacular. Absolutely outrageous, don’t you agree?” Frank schmoozed.
“Of course,” said Brian “only the best will do!” As they ducked into a piano room Frank threw Brian against the wall and kissed him vigorously. Brian played with the sensation and squirmed and writhed under the taller man but pushed him away after a moment.
“Sorry, I’ve got my eye on someone else. I’ll be right back, love.” Brian winked at the annoyed transvestite and wandered off to find Curt.
“Set the lights Riff Raff, grab some clothes Riff Raff, why do you mess everything up Riff Raff…” muttered Riff Raff in a surprisingly good imitation of his master.
“What are you mumbling about?” Magenta wondered.
“Nothing my dear… Only imagining the time when we might dance in the moonlight of our fair planet, Transylvania.” Riff Raff replied turning to his sister to perform their special handshake.
Meanwhile on the other side of the stage, Rocky and Curt were sifting thorough a large case of costumes. Well, Rocky was sifting and Curt was standing by with a quick “yes” or “no”. As Curt leaned, he saw Brian burst out of the piano room and shake himself off. Curt watched as Brian moved towards the stage, hips slightly swaying, and went behind the curtain. Curt popped his head to the other side and followed Brian’s round bum wander among the stage props and finally turn to his side of the stage. They caught eyes almost immediately and they both felt a jolt. Brian motioned towards a back room and Curt slowly moved towards it, keeping his eyes on Brian. Curt opened the door to the room and found a battered couch and a mop. He slumped onto the couch and heard a crack just before Brian walked in. Curt stood and Brian walked to the couch. They couldn’t stop staring at each other, eyes dancing over the others body before resting on the eyes that looked back, that held the same inexpressible feeling. Brian reached for Curt’s hand and pulled him in for a vicious kiss. Bodies knocked against each other, bruising knees and hips, and arms grasped and pulled at every part of their bodies. This was a kiss of desperation, of lust, of violence. Brian pushed Curt over and he fell on the couch. Brian straddled Curt’s lap, already feeling a bump through the thin lab coat. Brian gyrated his hips over Curt’s cock and Curt moaned into his mouth, making Brain grasp and pull the back of Curt’s long blond hair. As suddenly as Brian pushed Curt away before, he broke contact, but looked Curt in the eye and slid down Curt’s legs to the floor. Brian sat between Curt’s legs and reached under the coat. Curt gasped at the contact and predatory look in Brian’s eyes and laid his head back over the top of the couch. Brian began by stroking then, after unbuttoning the coat, he took Curt’s penis into his mouth and sucked him off. Curt was nearly going crazy before but now Curt could hardly contain himself. He tried his best not to yell out loud, but couldn’t help his moan an grunts of pleasure. Brian began to speed up and work the base with his hand and Curt couldn’t hold it in any more. With a loud scream I’m sure Shannon heard across the worlds, Curt came. After wiping Curt off Brian slithered up to lie next to Curt who was breathing hard.
“Mmmm, like old times ay?” Brian whispered in Curt’s ear. Curt looked at Brian who still had that predatory look, and turned away.
“What? What’s wrong?” Brian said, Curt standing and re-buttoning the coat.
“Brian - ! *sigh* Brian…it can’t… it’s not…” Curt tried but the right words didn’t seem to come out. “The past is past, Brian. We can’t go back, we can’t pretend.” Curt looked at Brian who was shocked and insulted “I’m sorry…” Curt mumbled and ran from the room.
“Did you say something Dr. Scott? asked Brad, handing a flashlight over to the man.
“No, Brad, must have been von of ze others. Zank you. Now can you get me zat flat head?” Brad and Dr. Scott had managed to find the blue prints for the Medusa Transducer in Frank’s boudoir but they happened to be in a mysterious language neither man recognized. They were doing their best, searching for the misconnected wire out of hundreds.
“Ve’ve got to hurry, Brad, and keep our minds on our vork or our minds may very vell snap!” Dr. Scott repeated, and with a nod Brad continued searching the blue prints.
The door slammed behind him and Frank looked up to see his runaway, back again, tears streaming down his face.
“Oh my dear! Who has been so horrible to you? Let Daddy fix everything.” Frank said sweetly, taking Brian’s streaked face in both hands and bringing it closer and closer to his own. When he kissed Brian for the second time, there was none of Brian’s matching urgency, simply welcome compliance and enjoyment.
Frank led Brain to the floor and began taking off his clothes.
Curt was very confused when he left the room with Brian in it, What am I doing? He was the most real thing I ever experienced! His love was like floating on a satellite over crowds of fans…Arthur…I wonder how he is holding up. Curt went in search of this young man, hoping no one had forced or abused him.
Curt found Arthur in a room down the hallway with scads of aging curtains and broken wooden figures scattered over the floor. Arthur was leaning over a broken horse, only two legs and half a mane. As Arthur heard someone approach, he jumped up and stubbed his toe, but looked grateful to see Curt and not one of the stranger people he had recently met. Curt walked over slowly, watching the young man rub his toe and then fiddle with his buttons.
“How are you doing?” Curt asked, curious.
“I’m alright. Not much in the way of set decoration in this room so I thought I could hide from those weirdos. Arthur replied blushing slightly.
Curt smiled and walked up to the broken horse.
“Pretty ain’t she.” he said, casting a look between the horse and Arthur. Arthur just stared at him, wonder in his eyes. Curt came a little closer, put an arm around Arthur shoulders and began leading him to a bench in the corner.
“I don’t know what’s going on, Arthur. Everything is strange here. I don’t know how we’re going to get back.”
“Yea…I don’t even know how we got here.” replied Arthur as they sat on the rickety wooden bench. Curt removed his arm and put his elbows on his knees.
“It’s strange, isn’t it, that no matter where I am or who I’m with, I always worry about the same things.”
“What kind of things?” Arthur asked.
Curt turned his head to Arthur and looked like he was going to say everything. But his breath came out empty of words, but full of meaning.
“You wouldn’t understand. Because I don’t understand.”
Arthur sat quietly then, hoping Curt would open up and let him know.
Little did anyone know that there was no deeper in to Curt Wild. Everything he was and everything he had he put out to the world.
After a bit of preparation the floorshow was ready. Everyone was decked head to heel in stockings, garters, corsets, pearls, high heels, and clown make up. Brian and Frank whipped everyone into compliance, sometimes literally, and they all looked fabulous.
The stage was set with a dark red curtain covering the stage, Frank and Brian in front on either side. Both men perform beautifully and everyone is excited when the curtains open and the chorus performs the can-can.
Brian is entering into an upbeat rendition of “Baby’s on Fire” when Riff Raff screams from the entrance.
“That’s enough! I can’t take it anymore! This world is killing me! Frank n furter, its all over. Your mission was a failure, your lifestyle’s too extreme! I’m your new commander and you now are my prisoner. We’ll return to Transylvania, prepare the transit beam!” Riff Raff and Magenta have changed into space suits, with short skirts and sleeves. Brandishing a laser, Riff Raff moves towards our frightened cast.
“Wait, please! Riff Raff, we don’t have to leave, things are going so well!” pleaded Frank, on his knees.
“No! You all stink of debauchery and excess! How are we supposed to live like that?” Riff Raff squealed, “You can’t harvest humans when everyone thinks you’re a freak! And what makes you think you are coming with us, eh, “Master”? No, no, you belong here.” Riff Raff lowered the laser to Franks face.
Across the mansion Dr. Scott and Brad were busy on the Medusa Transducer. They could tell they were hot on the trail of this error. They searched frantically, checking wire after wire.
“NO!” yelled Rocky, and through himself into Frank, the laser bean scorching the stage. Everyone ran, but Rocky picked up the limp Frank and carried him off the stage towards the doors. Riff Raff shot Rocky three more times before the man fell flat, his maker in his arms.
Columbia screamed from the sidelines and Rif Raff shot her dead. Janet, Arthur, Brian and Curt huddled on stage, hoping they weren’t next for the execution. Riff Raff stalked towards them, laser over his shoulder.
“Well, which is next, hm?” Riff Raff lowered his weapon slowly at Brian.
“NO!” ZAP!
At the very instant Arthur dove for Brian, Riff Raff pulled his trigger and the Medusa Transducer was activated.
The men were sent flying through space and time, back to where they were from. Brian landed on the brick street of London and Curt and Arthur landed on top of each other on a rooftop in the twilight.
And things passed as they should, as they did, as they would.