Long wait for an update again... I can only apologise... and send love to you all! Your reviews give me a reason to get up in the... afternoon! (I would like to add that that is a joke... I have an actual job and get up early... I promise)

It was late, very late, when Riff Raff staggered out of the laboratory and headed back in the direction of his bedroom. He pushed open the door, a slither of light appearing on the floor and leading up to his bed. He was surprised to see that it was empty; he had expected Magenta to be there waiting anxiously to apologise for her earlier outburst.

Puzzled, but not deterred, Riff Raff closed his bedroom door again and crossed the hallway to his sister's room. Before he even opened the door he knew she wasn't in there. To satisfy his own curiosity he poked his head around the door, looking for a trace of where she might have been. There was nothing. He frowned, Magenta was never usually wandering the castle at night. Every single night since they had come to Earth, she had been right there waiting for him, offering kind words or soft kisses or… something else…

He went into her room and closed the door behind him, wondering whether he shouldn't have granted her request to be left alone earlier. The shutters had been thrown open so fiercely that one of them had been torn from it's hinge. Riff Raff noted this silently, unable to escape the mindset of a handy man, even at this time of night. He went over to the window and lifted the wooden shutter, swinging it back and forward carefully to see if it would be easy to fix. As he did so, he caught his sister's presence. The way they could detect each other was almost like a sixth sense, he could tell she was nearby as though he could smell her scent. Letting the shutter rest back on the ground her stepped through the window and onto the small balcony the on other side of it. He felt the pale moonlight beating gently down on him and the cool night breeze caught wisps of his hair. Looking up at the castle, he saw her.

Drawn like a moth to a very volatile flame, he climbed up onto the crumbled stone railings at the edge of the balcony, hoisting himself up onto the rooftop where she was sitting and staring up at the moon.

Several tiles were missing near her feet, and it looked like she had scrabbled up there and dislodged them in her haste. He wondered how long she had been sitting there; maybe she had been there ever since dinner, waiting for the cruel sun to dip its head and reveal the moon, giving her solace as her one reminder of her home. Other than her brother.

He was more careful as he crossed the rooftop, stepping on loose tiles and creeping up beside her. He sat down, his back against a turret, and reached out to brush her hair away from her face and tuck it behind her ear. She didn't respond to his touch, sitting silently, eyes fixed on the moon. Riff Raff sighed at the sight of her wet cheeks, but knew there was nothing he could say right now that would make her feel any better. He knew his Magenta was in there somewhere, all fun and games and sordid thoughts, but since they had left their home world that Magenta had been replaced by the tortured soul he saw before him. That, besides his obvious infatuation, was the reason they spent so much of their time together in bed. The only way Riff Raff knew how to remind her of home and of good times was to make love to her and take her back to those times.

His eyes flickered into focus and out of his reverie when he caught her first movement of the evening. She blinked and shook her head back and forth, as if trying to banish a thought or memory from her mind. Her eyes were tightly closed, and stubborn tears were still fighting their way through, making little streams down her cheeks that were red from cold. Riff Raff ran his finger up and down her arm to sooth her. His emotions had long since been destroyed, or rather had been hidden so deeply inside himself that they rarely made it to the surface, but it still tore at this heart to see his sister so upset. Earlier she had been angry, but now all that anger was gone and had been replaced by pure sadness.

Eyes down, Magenta shuffled along the tiles to settle herself between her brother's legs, huddling as close to him as she could. He wrapped his arms around her fragile form, running his hands up and down her shivering arms and planting a kiss on her forehead. The close contact shattered whatever sense of self control Magenta had left, and she sobbed relentlessly into his chest. She had been afraid that he would have been angry for the way she had exploded at dinner, but she should have known better, she could always find comfort in the arms of her brother. He was the only one who had never left her.

Riff Raff let her tears soak his shirt for a few minutes, before lifting her face up to look into her eyes. They were full of pain, and he felt overwhelmed by an inescapable need to take that pain away. He brushed the tears from her skin with his thumbs, and held her head in his hands, kissing her gently.

The moment their lips touched Magenta was overcome by passion and kissed him back so desperately it was as if she was afraid they would never be together again. Riff Raff felt her arms wrap tightly around the back of his neck as she pulled herself up and closer to him. He proceeded to comfort his sister… the only way he could guarantee taking her mind off their situation. The lovers were so wrapped up in their embrace that they didn't notice the first motorcycles arrive carrying the Earth bound Transylvanians Frank had invited to the castle.

Their first encounter with the Transducer was less than pleasant. It was a most peculiar and unsettling experience to feel ones own molecular structure disperse and reassemble itself in the space of a few seconds. Magenta was not expecting the sensation at all, and when it was possible to move once more she fell back against her brother with so much force that he staggered to support her. Ayana seemed unaffected.

"Sorry about that." She said, not sounding sorry at all. "I should have warned you, but I forget myself sometimes." She adjusted her corset and stepped down from the platform. It was only then that Magenta and Riff Raff stopped to take in their new surroundings. Riff Raff was still holding his sister tightly, and she was still rather disorientated by the whole thing, but they both realised that they were in a kind of room. It was circular, larger than the room they had been in before, and the walls were black. There were a few dull lights in the ceiling that lit the room dimly, making their eyes glint whenever they moved them. There were two doors in front of them. One had a window and obviously lead to the club, and the other was heavyset and solid.

"Where are we?" Magenta asked, easing herself out of her brother's grasp so she could head over to the window.

"Vortex." Ayana answered. "That's the club, in there. And through that door is the street, but no one really comes in that way. People prefer to use the Transducer nowadays."

Magenta was transfixed by what she saw through the tiny window. People were dancing, as she had expected, but several were dancing in such a way that she would never have dared to do herself. A good few inhabitants of the club were even more scantily clad than Ayana was, and no one seemed to notice or care. Magenta's eyes glinted and she looked around to her companions with a hunger in her eyes. Ayana grinned at her, knowing exactly what she was thinking, but Riff seemed apprehensive and uneasy about the whole thing. Ayana squealed in delight and hurried over to the door, motioning for them to follow her. She handed them their passes.

"You'll need this to get past the door man," She explained, "But once you're in, don't worry about what you do with it. Just drop it somewhere." She pushed open the door and a wave of loud music and screaming voices washed over them. They could smell the heat, making sweat drip from the bodies of the dancers and filling Magenta's mind with images of what she could do to make sweat drip from her brother's body. Ayana greeted the door man with a kiss and flashed her pass. He grinned and nodded, glancing at Riff Raff and Magenta's passes as well. They followed Ayana through the swelling crowd of people, toward the bar.

Ayana spun around when the got to the bar and grabbed hold of a woman beside her. The woman looked over her shoulder and greeted them with a grin. Magenta had never met her before, but it was clear she knew Ayana. The woman had a man practically draped all over her. He was tall and dark haired with fair skin, not unlike that of the woman whose waist his arms were wrapped around. The man's eyes flashed in greeting and he gave a little wave to Ayana.

"Magenta, Riff Raff, these are some friends of mine. This is Amelia and her brother Red." Ayana winked at Magenta whose eyes had grown wide in shock. "Amelia, I'm sure I've mentioned Magenta."

"Of course you have!" The woman spoke with a clear Transylvanian accent like Magenta's, "Ayana does nothing but talk about you my dear. I'm glad she finally persuaded you to come."

Red reached over his lover's shoulder and shook Riff Raff's hand, who was still standing there awkwardly. All five of them were startled by a cry from behind them.

"Ayana, sweetheart!" An overdressed transvestite had crossed the room in a few flouncing strides and was twirling Ayana around. "It's been too long!"

"Angelo, my angel, how have you been?" Ayana and the transvestite were suddenly engaged in a riveting conversation, laughing and dancing and singing their way into the throngs of people. She took one last glance over her shoulder at Magenta, and gestured toward Riff Raff mouthing the words 'go for it!'. Magenta looked uncertain, and her brother was certainly avoiding her gaze. Amelia and Red had turned their attention back to one and other and Magenta was distracted for a moment, watching them longingly. Riff Raff walked away from her towards the bar to order drinks. She followed impatiently.

"You promised we could go wherever I wished." She hissed, when she approached him. He turned to her with a drink and held it out to her. She took it, grudgingly, and he drained his glass. He looked back to her, a new resolve in his eyes.

"I merely thought you would be in want of some refreshment before…" He trailed off, his eyes leaving her face and lingering on her chest before travelling all the way down her body and back up again.

"Before… what?" She asked, but the way he was looking at her gave her the answer. His non verbal communication had never been so clear. His thoughts were saying; 'before I ravish you in the middle of the dance floor.'

Magenta swallowed heavily, sipping some of her drink slowly but discarding it in the end to get closer to her brother. She ran her hands down the fabric of her brother's shirt, (which Ayana had, of course, torn open already) and she felt his muscles tighten as she left the fabric and her fingers grazed naked flesh. "Aren't you worried about people seeing us?" She teased, now playing with the waist band of his trousers.

Riff Raff brushed his hands underneath the sheer fabric of her top, so that he grasped her narrow waist in his strong grip, and pulled her tightly to him. She had no choice but to let her own hands drift back up to his shoulders, and as she did so she pushed the fabric of his shirt back so that she could see his bare chest beneath her touch. She had to bite her lip to try and quell the demon inside her that wanted to rip all of his clothing off right there and then.

There had been no answer to her question, but there didn't need to be. Just being there was answer enough. Riff Raff's gaze was so hypnotic and so intense that Magenta felt her heart rate racing. Her breathing grew heavier, and it was all she could do to stop herself from crying out from pure pleasure. The voices all around them, the feeling of hot bodies bumping into theirs that were so neatly entwined, was driving Magenta insane.

Interrupting all thoughts, Riff Raff suddenly grabbed the back of her head, bringing her lips to his in the fiercest of kisses. Magenta melted into him, fighting the urge to wrap her legs around him, which was almost impossible when she felt the physical manifestation of his desire pressing firmly into her.

They teased and kissed and danced all night long, stopping every now and then for drinks, but never separating for a second.

Ayana ended up sat on the bar, with her friend Angelo the transvestite, watching her other friend live her dream. Angelo watched them as well, and commented on how sweet they looked together. "You'd never guess he was her brother," She had said, "They don't look alike."

"No…" Ayana mused, the alcohol wearing off but her head still buzzing, "But you'd see it if anyone wronged her. He's got that overprotective big brother thing going on. He gets this look in his eye that my brother used to get. Then he gets this other look that my brother certainly didn't get." She groaned as the lights flickered and came back on, signalling the end of the night, or rather the beginning of the day. "Whatever happened to Amelia?"

"She and Red left a couple of hours ago," Angelo replied, "They had a good night."

"They always do." She looked over to Magenta, who was giggling in a heap on the floor, Riff Raff was trying to drag her to her feet. He wasn't successful of course, and only ended up on the ground himself, which made his sister laugh even more uncontrollably.

Finally at her level on the ground, Riff Raff stopped his sister's giggles by covering her mouth with his.

"Nearly time to go home you horny devils!" Ayana called over from the bar.

Riff Raff pulled out of the kiss to see the biggest grin his sister had ever worn in his presence. She looked deep into his eyes and whispered, "Thank you." He kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her to her feet. Magenta couldn't stop smiling and for that reason had to break the kiss, which she couldn't properly commit to. Riff Raff looked down at her, amused, and his heart melted when she mouthed the words; 'I love you.'

"And I, you." He growled in her ear. She giggled again, and allowed herself to be lead back toward the bar. Ayana had kissed Angelo goodbye and was holding something in her hand.

"I thought you didn't need to hold onto the passes," Magenta asked, puzzled. Ayana smiled, and handed the single VIP pass to her friend with a knowing glance at the pair of them.

"I figured maybe you'd like something to remember tonight by." Magenta took the pass and shivered as she felt her brother's arm tighten around her shoulders, hugging her closer to him. The way his fingers danced across the skin of her bare arm told her that there would be more to remember before the night was out.