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The Rose and Thorn	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I still don't know Marilyn Manson, Johnny Depp or any of the other famous people in this fic in real life. Needless to say, this is a work of fiction. I make no profit from this and this is just for fun.

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Author’s Note: ‘Nothing amazing happens here. Everything is ordinary.’ - Naota (FLCL)
Uh, yeah my fiance had a seizure. He’s fine but the event sorta makes this chapter a bit ironic.

Chapter Ten: After Effects
    Manson seemed summarily unwilling to let Raven far from his side, even when they were safe in his tour bus. Currently the distraught singer was on the couch, holding the pale woman tight against him. “Ging, can you get him a drink to settle his nerves?” the freelance artist asked, giving the man next to her a worried look.
    “Uh, we took all the alcohol off the bus,” the drummer replied with a grimace, liking the looks of the rock star less and less. The normally angry male almost seemed like a broken shell of himself, hanging off of Raven like she was a living security blanket.
    “I’ll go get some,” Pogo declared, his own gaze also locked on Manson. Then he was dashing out of the large vehicle, leaving the group in awkward silence. Amanda seemed torn between anger and sympathy while Jonathan seemed to be just plain worried.
    “Raven, are you sure this is a good idea?” asked her long time friend. Raven only gave her roomie a vaguely impatient look as Manson began to cling to her tighter, his painted face firmly burrowing in the spot where her neck met her shoulders.
    “Not at all but I don’t have much choice. Just look at him Mandy, do you really think I can leave him in this condition?” the much paler woman sighed, exasperation tinging her voice when she felt the singer’s shaking start up once more. Automatically, her hand came up to rub his back soothingly as she looked up at her worried friends.
    “No... he looks pretty bad honestly. I’ve never seen him act like this,” the curly haired woman replied, sounding begrudgingly concerned as she rubbed the back of her head nervously.
    “You know we’re just a few feet away if you need us,” Davis replied, sounding just as reluctant to leave her with the performer as her roomie did.
    “I’ll be fine. Besides, I can always call you. Right now though, I think it’s best you leave. Not only should you and Amanda try to keep Johnny from flying out here, I also doubt you being around is helping Manson right now,” she ordered in a semi-stern voice, her hazel eyes silently begging them to comply. Thankfully Davis gave a nod before gently taking Amanda by the arm and leading her out.
    As soon as the pair was gone, the distraught male relaxed considerably but he didn’t remove himself from his position. “Let’s get you in the back where it’s quiet,” the black clad female suggested, still rubbing his tense, shirt covered back. Manson only nodded mutely against her, moving only when she stood and following her to his room in the back. Once they were inside, Raven shut the door and helped the rock star over to his bed; sitting down on it with him when he refused to let go of her.
    Taking the opportunity to look around a bit, the pale female noticed not much had changed since she had last been on here. The floor was still riddled with dirty clothing and empty alcohol bottles. The only thing different was Kathy laying on his bed, not a stain on her worn fur. Just seeing her treasured plush safe and on his bed made her heart swell with warm feelings for the mercurial man clinging to her. Smiling despite her lingering apprehension, Raven grabbed the well loved plush and gently placed it on Manson’s lap.
    The gruff singer’s reaction was instant, completely out of character and utterly heartwarming. The instant Kathy hit his jeans, he was scooping her up into a tight hold; pressing her tightly against his scarred chest while he continued to keep his face burrowed in Raven’s neck. “You’re really not leaving?” came a small, scared voice that almost didn’t sound like the temperamental male at all.
    “I promise,” she replied, feeling extremely guilty when the celebrity sagged against her in relief. Normally this man’s only emotions were rage and lust, seeing him like this tore her apart.
    “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. For all of it. I can’t... I can’t take being away from you any longer,” he uttered in a tear choked voice, hot moisture hitting her skin as he began to cry again.
    “Marilyn...,” she began, only to be silenced by the adamant shaking of his head against her.
    “I know with the way I’ve been acting that it’s seemed like I utterly hate you and can’t stand to have you anywhere near me but the exact opposite is the truth. I’ve never actually needed someone so much before. When you’re gone it feels like a piece of me is missing,” he confessed in a lost, frightened voice, the hand that wasn’t holding Kathy coming up to wrap in her midnight shirt in a needy fashion.
    His words and his actions had her heart and mind going in two places at once. One half was euphorically happy, ready to forgive everything and start up where they left off. The other half was apprehensive, knowing that none of this could be a good idea and that it would be best for all involved if she got out as soon as possible. Yet, despite the confused state of her head, she knew that if he asked she would crumple. “I... I know it’s a lot to ask after what I’ve put you through recently but I’ve never felt this way about anyone. When you ran away and actually losing you became a possibility, I felt more afraid than I have in a long time. I... can we please try again,” he pleaded, more of his tears hitting her skin as he began to shake.
    This was it, the moment she knew was coming and had been dreading and yet praying for. To be honest, she felt more at peace than she had in weeks and the thought of forcing herself to be away from him again made her heart ache in her chest. Could she place her heart in his hands again so soon after he had ripped it apart? Yeah the girl he brought home hadn’t been the driving factor but it certainly hadn’t helped matters. With him still unstable, would she only be dooming herself to failure if she came back now? None of his issues had been resolved and she honestly doubted she could go through him bringing home anymore women. “Manson...,” Raven began, stopping when she noticed he had pulled away from her neck to lock eyes with her.
    “Please Raven, I need you. I’ve never needed anyone...,” he husked, tears streaking black mascara down his white cheeks.
    “You’re wrong about that you know. You may not realize it but you need your band. They’re like your family,” the confused, torn female replied, doing her best to fight against her urge to just give in. She was fairly certain that reinitiating right now would only be an exercise in futility. With how things looked, they would be broken up again within a week.
    “While you’re right, you know what I meant. Just holding you like this, I feel more stable than I have since our break-up. Please, just tell me we have another chance,” the singer begged, his hand tightening in her shirt as his breathing began to stutter.
    “We always did, I’m just not sure it’s a good idea to...,” the hesitant female began before she was stopped by a needy, wet kiss from the rock star. Raven froze at first but soon melted into the surprisingly sweet embrace. Her hands even found their way to his shoulders before they were interrupted by a quiet knock on the door.
    Taking one look at Manson, the black haired female decided against trying to move for the door. With how the singer was acting, he was bound to mistakenly think she was trying to leave. “Come in,” she called, not surprised when she saw Ginger and Pogo standing in the door.
    “Boy, you got that quick. Did you drive at mach 10?” Raven asked teasingly, watching as all four members slowly filed into the tiny room. The knowledge that his band was so worried about the man in her arms warmed her heart and she smiled warmly at the small group.
    “How’s he doing?” John 5 asked quietly, his concerned eyes fixed on his boss.
    “‘He’ is doing fine asshole,” Manson snarled, a bit of his old self slipping into his voice as he turned his head slightly to fix a glare on the guitarist.
    “There’s literally a liquor store on every corner here. I didn’t have to drive too far,” Pogo replied, seemingly ignoring the playful grouching to hand the female beside the singer the bag.
    “Somehow, I’m not surprised,” the pale artist replied, giving the keyboardist a smile as she pulled out a bottle of absinthe and a bottle of vodka. Within seconds they were whisked from her hands, almost making Raven wonder if she had been holding them at all.
    Turning her gaze to the singer, she watched as he took a drag from both bottles before recapping them both and setting them on the floor. Already he was much more relaxed but his heterochromic gaze never wandered from her for long. “You’ve seen I’m still alive, now get the fuck out,” bit out the ever temperamental male, as he wrapped his arms around Raven and pulled her into his lap. It was all the shy female could do not to scrabble out of his tight hold and off his lap as soon as possible. She could already feel him hardening beneath her butt, making anxiety and mortification ripple through her. Yet, under all that, there was the faintest thread of desire; a fact that honestly surprised her.
    The four men in front of them only gave them varying degrees of knowing looks. Tim looked like he had expected nothing else, Pogo had a perverted smirk, John 5 looked like he was very close to facepalming and Ginger looked at Raven with stark worry. The embarrassed woman only gave the drummer a reassuring smile and a very slight nod. “Come on, let’s give these guys a bit of privacy,” the ever mischievous Pogo chirped before herding the others out before him. As soon as the door was shut once more, Manson relaxed considerably; a tension neither had noticed leaving his body in a rush. His nose once again burrowed itself against her alabaster neck as he released his grip on her shirt as well as Kathy to allow his hands to roam over her back. “Now, where were we,” the singer murmured softly, pressing gentle kisses to her heated skin.
    “Marilyn... it’s just not a good idea right now. The wounds are still too raw. Besides, I doubt whatever caused the issue in the first place has been dealt with,” Raven responded, her voice strained and unsteady as she fought against her own extreme urge to just burrow into him and never let him go again.
    “The only issue here is me and my own hang-ups with relationships. We don’t have to get back together right now but will you at least stay with me for the rest of the tour? I just... I don’t want you far from my side right now,” the rock star pleaded, pulling back to lock his eyes with hers. Raven only looked up at him while nibbling her bottom lip. Some part of her desperately wanted to stay with him, to allow a relationship to build between them again. Another, more logical part of her was cursing her as a fool.
    “I... I... Okay,” she replied in a soft, quiet voice, unable to say no to the heartfelt request. A large part of her just wanted this too badly to listen to the logical part of her brain. A part that was now stewing and silently telling her this was a huge mistake.
    In an instant, Manson was pulling her into a possessive, passionate kiss that immediately rekindled her feelings for him into a roaring inferno. Inwardly agreeing with the small voice but unable to care, Raven opened to the singer to return the kiss with a desperation and passion of her own. Her hands wound into his shoulder length, ebony hair as her tongue fought with his. A low growl coming from the male holding her, the distracted female felt his hands in her hair as well and found herself smirking ever so slightly. Then he was breaking the kiss to draw in a ragged hiss of breath, his rock hard arousal now throbbing insistently against her jeans. Thankfully ‘Somebody to Love’ came blaring from her pocket, giving Raven the perfect excuse to extricate herself from the performer.
    Giving Manson an apologetic look, the ebony clad female pulled herself from his embrace to flip her phone open and press it against her head. “Johnny?” she asked, even though she knew perfectly well who it was.
    “Raven, are you okay? Why the Hell are you staying the night with him after he caused you to run away? Just what the fuck is going on over there?” came a worried rush from the star, making the pale female squirm in shame. She both felt bad that she had caused him worry and a bit exasperated that he was questioning her decision. She couldn’t really blame him after everything the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ had put her through but it didn’t aggravate her any less. She had her fill of people doubting her ability to make good decisions.
    “It’s a very long story Johnny but I’m fine now. I’ll tell you what happened after things calm down for a bit but just know that I’m safe. You don’t need to fly down her or anything,” Raven assured, doing her best to keep her irritation out of her voice. The actor was quiet for a few moments before a quiet sigh came over the line.
    “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make it sound like you’re incapable of making a good decision but you have to admit the situation is very strange,” the actor replied after a few beats of silence.
    All of a sudden Raven found her phone taken from her hands and she was looking up at a rather exasperated looking Manson. “She’ll call you if she needs you but for right now just leave us the fuck alone,” the irritated rock star snarled before simply closing the black object and handing it back to her. A bit surprised he didn’t turn it off and take it, the stunned woman turned it off herself before it could ring again. From the look in the singer’s eyes, he had a lot more to say to her and his mood would only get worse if they were interrupted any more.
    “Before you say anything, let me lock this door to prevent anymore intrusions,” the nervous woman suggested before locking the door and quickly moving away from it. The approving, appreciative look in his mismatched eyes made her heart flutter and she couldn’t help but smile shyly.
    “Come sit with me for a bit,” came an almost shy request, the sound of his voice nearly making her wonder if he had been replaced with someone else. Looking up, she saw the rail thin man moving to his bed to sit on it, patting the sheets next to him with an almost unsure look on his make-up smeared face. Her heart lurching in her chest, Raven gave him a reassuring grin before sitting beside him and cautiously leaning on his shoulder. Right now it felt like they could both use some closeness, damn everything that had happened before.
Just breathing in his scent helped her relax and, from the arm wrapped around her shoulder, it seemed Manson felt the same way. His hand moved slowly up and down her mostly bare arm, the roughness of his palm sending pleasant chills racing up and down her spine. “Thank you Raven,” he whispered in a soft voice, pressing a kiss to her forehead. The flustered, resigned woman only nodded before placing her own kiss on his cheek. Then the pair sat in silence, simply enjoying eachother’s company.
    Raven sat bolt upright in the pitch black room, her wide, hazel eyes looking around blindly for anything familiar. Then her memories returned and she relaxed slightly as she realized she was safe in Manson’s room on his tour bus. That was when she heard a small whimper beside her and she became aware of the reason she had awoken in the first place. Looking over at the man next to her, she saw tears rolling down his pale, naked cheeks as he struggled with unseen horrors. “Raven... please,” he gasped out in a heartbroken voice, grasping onto Kathy as if she was a lifeline.
    In seconds she found herself wrapping her arms around his shaking form, whispering comforting words in his ear. Gradually the distraught rock star began to quiet, turning to nestle into her arms with a sigh. Inhaling deeply, his thin but strong arms came up to wrap around her and pull her tight against him. It was then she became aware of the fact that he was very naked, causing mortification and just a bit of desire to rush through her. Taking a few deep breaths to try to slow her racing heart, Raven wrapped her own arms around him and kissed the top of his head. Soon his slow, steady breaths lulled her into a deep sleep once more.
    The next thing she became aware of was light snoring as well as the fact that she was hopelessly wrapped around a much taller person. Looking up blearily, everything came into focus in an instant when she saw the sleeping face of Manson. Remembering last night, as well as feeling his flaccid manhood pressing against her thigh, Raven began to try to extricate herself from the singer’s hold. All this accomplished was his arms tightening as his brow furrowed ever so slightly. Resigning herself to staying where she was, the flustered woman simply laid her head on his bony chest and listened to his heartbeat.
    It seemed like an eternity later when she felt the super star stretch under her and she scrambled to pull away from the naked man in embarrassment. Again, this only succeeded in the singer tightening his hold as he slowly regained consciousness. “Mmmm, I know that smell,” came a drowsy purr as a nose burrowed itself in her midnight locks and inhaled deeply. A shudder of nerves and lust shot through her body in a cold flood, making Raven tense slightly as Manson shifted to lay on his side and practically cocoon her with his naked body.
    “It sure doesn’t feel like a dream,” came a raspy husk as a lazy pair of lips came to rest on hers in an elongated press. A giggle bubbled from Raven’s lips against her will and she lifted her head to give the singer a sweet, brief kiss.
    “If it’s a dream, I certainly don’t want to wake up,” she found herself whispering and honestly meant it. Right now all their former angst didn’t matter, all that mattered was how safe and at home she felt in his embrace. Manson’s warm, genuine chuckle, as well as his rapidly awakening erection, snapped her back to reality like a bucket of ice water and she felt mortification slowly begin to take over.
    A sudden knock on the locked door thankfully made the singer pull away from her to sit up. “You guys want any food?” came John 5’s familiar voice from the other side, giving Raven enough time to compose herself and try to put her protective walls back up. Being on guard was nearly impossible around Manson. His music had saved her life. She had loved and trusted him from afar for so long that she doubted she could keep him at arm’s length for very long. For her sake as well as his, she hoped they figured out just how to move forward soon.
    “Yeah, sure. Raven, what would you like to eat?” the rock star asked, effectively breaking her from her thoughts.
    “Uh, A-arby’s?” she asked in an unsure voice, a bit thrown off by how much this felt like nothing had ever happened between them.
    “Huh, haven’t eaten there in forever. Why not. Hey, tell Tim we want Arby’s,” the rock star hollered before turning his gaze fully to her. Then he was tackling her to the sheets, a playful chuckle leaving him and only causing more confusion for Raven. She had never seen him act this way and found herself, once again, at a loss as to how to react.
    “Mmm good morning darling,” came a satisfied purr against her neck, making some of her apprehension fade for the pleasant feeling from earlier.
    “M-morning,” she whispered, still unsure of just what was happening but deciding to go along with it. In fact her body was way ahead of her, her hands having found their way onto the small of the performer’s back without her noticing. Something that the male currently covering her apparently approved of, a low rumble bubbling up from his scarred chest.
    “Thanks for last night,” he sighed, lifting up just enough to plant a heated but chaste kiss on her lips. His callused hands found their way to her hips, rubbing gently as he broke the kiss to look her in the eyes. There was a happy, peaceful smile on his pale face and he almost seemed content.
    “Y-you would have done the same for me,” she replied in a far too shaky voice as her heart began to pound in her ears. While the contact between them was not yet sexual, it wouldn’t take much to push it that way. Something she wasn’t ready for before their relationship ended and certainly wasn’t ready for now.
    As if sensing her unease, the singer rolled himself to lay beside her; wrapping an arm around her to keep her close. “Let’s try to start out with a clean slate, okay?” he whispered in quiet, pleading voice, reaching up to cup one of her cheeks. The only thing that ruined the moment was an insistent throb of his now awake member. Blushing, Raven let out a small squeak as she shifted her lower body away from Manson; a fact the superstar didn’t seem to like one little bit. In fact one of his hands came to her lower back to keep her pressed close against him.
    “I-I... but what about...,” the flustered female began, looking up at him with just a touch of fear in her hazel eyes. The thing she was most worried about was the Dita in his head rearing her ugly head. If that happened and he began acting out again, she had no idea if she could handle it.
    “No, she’s fuckin’ gone. I promise you. You... you mean too much to allow myself to get in the way anymore,” he hissed, a bit of his erection flagging to her relief. Then the bus was starting up around them, making the already high strung female jump.
    “Hey, hey... you’re okay. I’m not going to hurt you,” the rock star whispered before he pulled back to put some much needed distance between them.
    “I-I know I just, I don’t know what to expect,” the shaken woman whispered, nestling into him almost instinctually despite the fact that he was causing most of her distress. Despite his earlier request, she found it a bit hard to just put everything that happened behind her and move on as if none of it did.
    “Let’s just see where things go,” Manson sighed, throwing a blanket over himself and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. Raven only sighed as relief washed through her. Just having that barrier between them helped her feel more comfortable and she allowed herself to cuddle up to the thin male.
    “I can do that,” she whispered, shoving all of her concerns to the back of her head. If he was willing to let go, she would have to allow him that chance. It would do no good if she kept clinging to all the bad things that had happened.
    All too soon the vehicle stopped and Raven reluctantly pulled herself away from Manson to head to the door. She only stopped when she felt a calloused hand wrap around her wrist. “Just wait, they’ll ask what we want. I’d rather not leave this room unless I have to,” the rock star pleaded, his mismatched eyes locked on hers. Unable to take the puppy dog eyes, the shy female curled up beside him once more; placing her head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. Chuckling, the tattooed male began to pet her and she found herself wondering just what she had gotten herself into as her heart practically melted.
    “And I’ll love you, if you won’t make me starve!” Manson hissed into the mic as the final notes of the song faded to silence. Raven watched from the side of the stage, Jonathan standing beside her while Amanda stood slightly behind her. The curly haired woman had her lips pursed in disapproval, obviously not liking the fact that her childhood friend had chosen to give the relationship another try. In fact, she had gone so far as to not talk to the black clad female for the past three days; a fact that honestly bothered the fragile woman.
    “Mandy, stop punishing me please,” the overly pale female tried to hiss in an angry voice, only succeeding in sounding like she was begging. The female slightly behind her stiffened a bit before she grabbed Raven in a tight hug.
    “I’m sorry Raven, I’m just.... He didn’t exactly treat you that well,” Amanda whispered, her arms tight around the slightly older female.
    “I know but...,” the gothic female sighed, watching Manson as he tossed his microphone and began to head their way. Giving Davis an apologetic look, Raven walked away from the pair. So far, the rock star had been on his best behavior but she saw no reason to invite anymore trouble. Things still felt a bit tenuous between the two singers and Manson himself often seemed a bit more possessive of her after seeing her too close to Jonathan.
    “As much as I’m afraid of what will happen, I honestly just want to work everything out,” the paper white female continued as the rock star quickly closed the distance between them. Her long time friend opened her friend to protest but stopped suddenly. Just as Raven was about to ask what was wrong, she felt a hand settle on her shoulder.
    “I know I haven’t always treated Raven the best and that I really don’t deserve this second chance. I can assure you, I will do everything in my power to make it up to her and prove myself,” the superstar whispered in a sincere tone, his gaze locked on Amanda and Jonathan.
    The dreadlocked male only narrowed his eyes slightly before moving his earthy gaze to the ebony clad female. “We’ll never be far if you need us,” the metal star reminded her, looking reluctant to leave her alone with his fellow performer. Then the two males locked eyes again and both their bodies went stiff as a silent but powerful communication passed between them. A moment that only lasted a few seconds before Manson was gently leading her past her two friends and out of the venue.
    Soon they were in the tour bus, the tense male pushing her toward the back and into his room before locking the door. Like all the other times when Davis had simply been around her, the normally unflappable singer pulled her into his lap and proceeded to wrap himself around her as tightly as possible. It was almost as if he wanted to merge into her, claim her in every way possible. A fact that both excited her and scared the shit out of her. “Mare, take it easy. I’m not going anywhere,” Raven reassured, running a hand through his unwashed hair in what she hoped was a soothing motion.
    Thankfully he relaxed against her with a deep sigh, his arms sagging slightly. “You have no idea what it means to hear you say that,” he breathed, pressing a brief kiss to her forehead before lifting her off his lap and setting her on his rumpled bed.
    “I’m gonna grab a quick shower and brush my teeth. It’s,uh.... it’s been awhile,” he grumbled in an embarrassed voice, rubbing the back of his head cutely before he grabbed a pair of black, silk boxers and left.
    As soon as he was gone, Raven took a moment to actually assess her situation. Compared to how he had been when things had fallen apart, Manson was night and day different. He didn’t push sexual contact on her, didn’t go after groupies and barely touched the alcohol. Most nights he seemed content to simply hold her in his arms while he slept. There were some nights that the rock star seemed to want more but he never so much as mentioned it, helping her confidence that things could actually work out. If things kept going this smoothly, it would only be a matter of time before she could actually convince herself that she was back in this relationship. A bit afraid and happy about this, the content female simply laid back on the bed and hugged Kathy to her chest as she waited for the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ to rejoin her.
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