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Long, Hard Road Out of Hell	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 2983 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: As you know, I still do not know Marilyn Manson, Johnny Depp or any of the other famous people in this fic. This story is, of course, fiction. This was written for fun and no profit will be made.

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Author’s Note: ‘Lightning is but a flicker of light, punctuated on all sides by darkness.’ - Loki (Thor/Avengers)

Chapter Ten: ‘Family’ Reunion

    Light snoring and two warm bodies that smelled of man, that was how Raven started her days for a week now and she still found herself feeling slightly confused by what was happening. Of all the things she had expected when she got home, initiating what felt like a threeway relationship with Johnny Depp certainly hadn’t been on the list. Hell, it hadn’t even been within her realm of possibilities and yet here it was. Some part of her was extremely confused while the rest of her seemed to be taking a firm stance against questioning a good thing. Turning her head, she took in just how happy the actor looked and found herself smiling just slightly.
    As strange and sudden as the arrangement was, she really couldn’t bring herself to feel too much wrong with it. The two men obviously loved her as much as she did them and they were both very devoted to making sure she was taken care of and safe. While most of her heart would always belong to the singer on her left, she conceded the fact that some of it very firmly belonged to Johnny as well. As long as Manson didn’t become jealous, she saw no reason why this arrangement couldn’t work out in the long term.
    So, deciding to just accept what her fiance had initiated, the ebony haired femme rolled to wrap her arms around the slumbering thespian; allowing her lips to brush his muscled pecs. Moaning softly as he inhaled deeply, the taller male stretched languidly before one of his arms wrapped loosely around her slightly chubby waist. “Mmmm, morning. Did you sleep well?” came a sleep muzzed mumble from somewhere above her head, the sound of him making her giggle slightly.
    “Morning yourself. I slept great, when you guys finally allowed me to get any that is,” the former freelancer chided with a light swat to his left pectoral. This warranted a warm chuckle from behind her as the taller, thinner rock star shifted.
    “Why waste time sleeping when there are much more fun activities to participate in,” came the rasp of his baritone behind her ear, the slight growl clinging to the tone causing pleasant shivers to run through her skin. Then soft kisses began to land under her earlobe, travelling down to her collarbone and making her laugh due to the ticklish feeling they gave her. That mirth soon turned into a moan when he gave the junction of her neck a firm bite.
    “Didn’t you guys get enough over the past few days? I don’t think we’ve left the bed for more than a few hours this week,” Raven groused playfully, squeaking when Depp rolled to fondle her right breast with his corresponding hand.
    “Never,” the pair sighed in unison before looking up at eachother and grinning slightly. A silent communication seemed to pass between the two celebrities before they were craning over the woman between them to begin making out.
    Effectively sandwiched between the pair, the stunned femme could only watch with her mouth hanging slightly open. It wasn’t just a quick peck, it was a full on french kiss, the two men obviously enjoying the act as their tongues moved almost lazily. She was only brought out of her stupor by hands slowly roaming her body as they moaned into eachother’s mouths. Gasping as a thumb brushed her nipple, Raven shuddered as she became painfully aware of the erections pressing against her on either side. To make matters worse, she was beginning to get turned on by the noises they were making.
    Suddenly they were breaking their embrace, Manson giving Johnny a meaningful glance before releasing the former artist to putting a little distance between them. Moving his brown eyes down to lock on her hazel ones; the singer looked briefly nervous before reaching to cup her cheek, leaning forward place a loving kiss on her lips as well. “Would you like to watch us hun?” he whispered against her lips, an unasked question hanging in the background of his spoken words. Realizing he was asking for permission to have sex with Johnny in his own way; Raven went beet red before giving a stunned nod, her greenish-brown eyes wide with shock.
    The only response she got was an impassioned kiss, the rocker’s tongue sweeping into her mouth as he held her to his thin body. Then he was releasing her, giving her a heated look before looking over her head at the man behind her. Squeaking slightly, the flustered woman skittered from between the two men; sitting on the end on the bed and looking unsure of where to go. “Lay here sweetie,” cooed Depp as he moved into the space she had left, leaving room for her to lie beside them. Gulping audibly as a shudder of nervous lust shuddered through her, Raven gave a small nod before complying; watching as the muscled actor moved to straddle her fiance.
    Marilyn whimpered softly, arching his hips into the tanned thespian above him; his body almost a shocking white in comparison. The goateed star only chuckled in response, leaning down to nip the other man’s neck with a low growl. This caused the normally domineering rocker to moan almost pathetically, his breath coming in soft pants as he turned his head to look at the woman next to them. He looked more vulnerable than she had ever seen him, almost afraid that she would leave during what was about to occur. Giving him a small smile, she reached across to him; leaving her hand on the sheets with the palm upwards. The goth rocker took the appendage with a grateful smile before returning his focus to Johnny.
    The actor had been watching the exchange with soft expression on his handsome face. From what he had learned about Brian over their long friendship, this behavior was highly atypical. The singer was usually in charge, dominant and just plain overwhelming. This man craning up shyly for a kiss almost seemed nothing like his long time friend. “Brian... are you...,” he began to ask, interrupted by needy lips on his own.
    “Yes, yes I’m sure, I’m okay, I’m whatever you need me to say to continue this. I want this, I need this. Please, you don’t know how exhausting it is to always have to be the one in control,” came a desperate plea, the truth that came forth explaining the scenario very well.
    “Alright, Bri. I think I understand now. Still, the last time I’ve done this was when I was a teenager. I may be a bit rusty so you’ll have to tell me if I’m doing something wrong,” the star whispered, bending down to give his friend a passionate kiss. Manson moaned into his mouth in response, his erection rubbing against the inside of the actor’s right thigh.
    Raven watched the scene, spellbound as she felt her lover’s fingers twitch around hers. Slowly, she became of a slightly musty but not unpleasant scent filling the room as Johnny moved to nip over the rocker’s bony body. When he stopped to give the ‘Antichrist Superstar’s erection a kiss, she came to the realization she was smelling their building arousal as well as her own. “Pleeeeease,” came out of her tough idol, his thin chest heaving as his dark haired head lolled on the pillow beneath it. His thighs shuddered in the actor’s hold and the goateed male let out a low chuckle as he licked slowly up the erection resting on Manson’s stomach.
    Drinking in the soft whimpers Brian was letting loose, Depp closed his eyes as he took the singer’s sizeable cock into his mouth. The thick appendage twitched as he applied suction, moving slowly up and down as the man below him began to moan. Bony hips moved shallowly as a pair of hands came to tangle in his shoulder length hair, massaging and pulling gently as he increased speed. Soft pleas escaped the rockstar, his fingers twitching on the actor’s scalp as Johnny swirled the sensitive tip with his tongue. He only stopped when he felt more insistent tugging on his hair, almost seeming to beg him to look up.
    Slowly pulling off the erect shaft, the thespian gave a low purr before reaching for the nightstand close to the side of the bed. Pulling open the top drawer, he took out a small bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount on his fingertips; his eyes shifting briefly to the woman lay beside them. She had the most pleasant flush over her porcelain skin, her vibrant eyes watching every move he made raptly. Giving her a downright evil smirk, he returned his gaze to Manson; bending to kiss his way down the shuddering performer’s almost emaciated body. As he reached the man’s twitching erection again, he began to play with the tight pucker between the rocker’s legs with slickened fingers.
    The ‘Pale Emperor’ let loose a low cry of pleasure mixed with pain, his hips shifting to allow better access as his head rolled to face Raven as well. It seemed both men sought to reassure themselves that she was okay with all of this and he found his internal question by her leaning forward to brush his fingers with her lips. Then Johnny was breaching his ring of muscle, making him groan as heavy waves of lust rolled through him. He had wanted something like this to happen with the actor for a very long time, making this experience all the more pleasurable for him. If he had been in his normal state of mind, he would have been ashamed of the sounds escaping him as the fingers inside him explored. As it was, however, he only cared about the sensations flowing through him.
    Soft moans, whimpers, groans, sighs and pleas filled the room, dark eyes glimmering as skilled digits searched for something deep within the silken passage. A certain spot that would make the squirming ‘God of Fuck’ see stars. Then he found it, the small bump that was the prostate. Just the briefest brush made the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ mewl like a kitten, asking in a breathless keen for Johnny to just fuck him already. Grinning, the star removed his finger to lift Manson’s hips; squeezing some lube into his hand to rub along his erection.
Once he was sure his member was slick enough, he placed the tip against the small sphincter before slowly moving forward. The feeling of the tight passage opening around him drew a ragged gasp from his lips and he had to stop before hilting so he wouldn’t cum prematurely. Muscles tense and twitching in his forearms, Depp grunted as he tried to regain control; doing his best to ignore just how good the other man felt around him. Then a hand was landing on his upper back as a pair of legs wrapped around his lower back, forcing him in to his root and drawing a shuddering noise from deep inside his chest. “Ffffuuuuck Bri,” slipped from him as his entire body shook from the sensation of tight walls pulsing around him.
    Licking her lips as she felt her own arousal cover her like a warm blanket, Raven rolled onto her back as just a tiny bit of apprehension fluttered in her chest. What she was about to do would have been out of the question for her just a matter of months ago. Now she found herself feeling just a hint of excitement for them to discover what she was doing. Taking a deep breath and twitching her right hand around Manson’s, the former artist snaked her hand down her slight paunch to the rim of her black pajama pants. As her questing fingers entering her cotton panties and headed toward her heat, she heard an almost musical yowl from Manson as the sound of something slick became very apparent.
    Rolling her head slightly, she saw a sight that took her breath away and caused a cramp of lust to coil around her womb. Johnny had his head down, his jaw tensed as his ebony hair hung in his tanned face. His muscled hips moved with a deliberate purpose, sometimes slow and teasing and other times hard and driving. The writhing rocker below him was mewling affirmations as his hand tightened around hers almost reflexively. A fine sheen of sweat covered both males as they moved, the sound she had heard earlier being the actor moving in and out of Manson’s passage. Groaning at the vision beside her, Raven felt her hips jolt upward as her fingers finally met her aching womanhood.
    Whimpering quietly, she watched the pair beside her avidly as her fingers began to expertly work her slit. Soon she had a rhythm going, her digits moving in time with Johnny’s thrusts. Every so often, she would play with her clit when Manson let out a particularly loud moan but she left that part of her alone for the most part; wanting to cum when the two men did. From the sounds of it, it wouldn’t be much longer. Sure enough, the rockstar was letting out a breathy sigh; cum spurting free of his twitching member as Johnny went eerily still. This was enough to prompt her to achieve her own peak, her vision filling with stars as she became aware of eyes on her.
    Feeling a tug on the hand that still held Marilyn’s, Raven allowed her limp body to be pulled closer; humming softly when familiar lips landed on her cheek. “Mmm, I see a certain someone enjoyed that as well,” rumbled a baritone from above, making her giggle as she cracked open an eye.
    “You kidding? Its not every day I see Manny bottom,” came out of her, her eyes going wide as she clapped a hand over her mouth. Silence followed, both men looking at her with unreadable expressions.
    Just when she was starting to feel afraid she had offended them, she heard a warm chuckle bubble up from Manson. This was soon followed by Johnny and soon all of them were laughing hysterically as the actor carefully extricated himself from his friend. “Indeed, I’ve never seen it before now myself,” he confessed, giving the man below him an affectionate kiss. Then he was crawling onto the bed behind Raven, resuming his previous spot as he allowed himself to kiss her covered shoulder.
    “That’s cause I don’t have the urge all that often. I get the feeling you don’t bottom too often yourself Johnny,” yawned the smug sounding singer as he rolled to envelop his fiance.
    In a room far down the hall, an entirely different story was playing out. Unable to drown out the sound travelling down the hall, Amanda stared at the ceiling as she tried to decide if things would be any better downstairs. Ginger’s room was almost near the end of the hall and yet that wasn’t enough. Turning her head, she saw her husband dead asleep; his acne scarred face relaxed and free of make-up. Sighing, she rolled to face the musician; just a hint of nervousness fluttering inside her. They’ve barely been married and she was already three months pregnant. Were they really ready to be parents? What kind of upbringing could this child have living in this madhouse?
    Wrapping her arms around her beloved’s waist, the nearly thirty year old woman nuzzled the sleeping drummer’s nose; melting on the inside when he subconsciously wrapped his thin arms around her and kissed her cheek. His warmth gave her the feeling that things would turn out okay, the beating of his strong heart even helping to deafen the moans from down the hall. With any hope they would be done soon and she would be able to scamper past their room before they started up again. Nothing was more awkward than walking past their door and hearing a loud moan from your friend you’ve known since Kindergarten. Just thinking about it made her want to squirm in mortification.
    Brushing it off as best as she could, the journalist kissed her lover on the cheek before getting out of bed to change her clothes. As much as she wanted a shower, she knew she couldn’t waste the precious opportunity to get some food into herself. So, as soon as she got her jeans and t-shirt on, the curly haired femme scampered down out into the hall toward the stairs. She had just about made it to the top when she heard not so friendly knocking come from the front door. Blinking, she found herself confronted with three choices. She could ignore the knocking and go downstairs, she could answer the door by herself or she could go back to get the back-up of her husband before answering the door.
    Before she could make any decisions, another knock came at the same time a hand landed on her shoulder; nearly making her fly to the ceiling. Spinning on her heel, the journalist saw Ginger just inches behind her. “Sounds like we have a visitor. Go get Manson and the others, I have a feeling this isn’t going to be pretty,” the drummer ordered, his voice a gruff growl from just waking up. In fact, he was only half dressed; wearing only a pair of pink pajama pants. She would have laughed at his choice of attire if she weren’t so horrified by what he had asked her to do.
    A strange noise invaded the fog of sleep, sounding like knocking coming from downstairs. Sitting up, Raven blinked as she tried to make out if there was really someone at the door or if she was having a dream. When she heard a repetition of the same sound as before, she felt her heart jump in her chest. Instinctually, she shook the men sandwiching her before scooting to the foot of the large bed. Just as her feet touched the carpet, a knock came from the door to their bedroom. While her gentle shaking hadn’t been enough to rouse the pair, the soft sound of knuckles on wood certainly did.
    Manson was the first one out of bed, moving to the door while Johnny moved to block the former artist. As soon as the entry opened, the trio relaxed when they saw Amanda. Unfortunately for the writer, both men were still very naked. As such, Raven got a very interesting show. At first, all the color drained out of her long time friend’s face. Then it came back, starting out pink and rapidly deepening to a crimson. For a few seconds, the amused singer thought steam was going to come out of the poor woman’s ears. “I heard some knocking,” the black clad femme offered as Depp scampered to the bed to grab a pillow.
    “Y-yeah, someone’s at the door. Ginger is dealing with it and would like some back-up,” her kindergarten companion replied, seeming to do her best to keep her gaze on the other woman across from her.
    That got the two celebrities moving, Johnny tugging on pants as Manson made his way to the door with his dick still flopping freely. It was only his fiance grabbing his wrist that stopped his movement and he turned his head to face her with a raised, shaven brow. Sighing, she loosened her grip just slightly before motioning to a pair of jeans puddled on the floor. “At least put on some pants. It might be my mother for all we know,” she requested, not liking the grin that curled his lips at the suggestion.
    “And how is that supposed to be a deterrent?” the rocker asked, mischief clear in his raspy baritone.
    “Because it’ll only make more grief for me in the long run,” Raven sighed with an exasperated expression as Johnny snuck by behind her, grabbing Amanda on his way past.
    The stunned reporter was secretly extremely grateful for the star’s intervention and even said so as she found herself lead down the stairs to meet Ginger. Thankfully, he hadn’t opened the door yet; wanting the back up of at least Manson before he even thought of turning the deadbolt. Still, when she saw him she ran for him; flinging herself at him full force as she wrapped herself around him to assure herself he was really alright. “Mandy, please go in the living room and wait there. Don’t interfere no matter what you hear,” rumbled a soft, pleading baritone in her ear; making faint indignation blossom inside her chest. Giving him a glare, she only melted slightly when she saw the puppy eyes the bleach blonde was giving her.
    “Fine but only because I’m pregnant,” she hissed, not liking it one bit as she moved off to the sidelines. As soon as she was in place, the knocking sounded again; making everyone tense as they heard a pair of footsteps come rushing down the stairs.
    Thankfully Raven had managed to get the Manson to put on pants before coming down, much to the rockstar’s irritation. In fact, the super star was glowering as he made his way to the door; motioning for his fiance to keep a safe distance as he placed his hand on the cold doorknob. Unfortunately for him, the woman behind him had no reason to do as he said; stubbornly pressing up against him as he unlocked the deadbolt and turned the metal sphere. Sighing but making no move to dislodge her, the superstar swung open the door to reveal a rather small, thin, mousy looking woman. She was a bit shorter than the stunned woman staring at her, her hair done up in some ill advised 80’s do. Before anyone could say anything, the bone thin woman rushed into the house to nearly tackle a certain ex-freelancer into her arms.
    Blinking, everyone seemed unsure how to react; with the exception of Amanda. Not fooled for a second by the burst of affection, the expectant journalist peeled the older woman off her long time friend before placing herself between them. “Hello Mrs. Starling,” she hissed, her voice holding a harsh edge as she folded her arms in front of her.
    “Mandy, why are you keeping me from my daughter after so many years? I finally found out where she lives after all this time and you won’t even allow me to hug her,” the woman wailed before dissolving into some rather over dramatic tears.
    “We all know that’s not why you’re here. You came here because you either wanted to ‘save’ me from my life of immorality or you wanted to ty to get in contact again. After how you treated me, I really don’t want anything to do with you,” Raven whispered, moving to stand beside Amanda to level a firm glare at her mother.
    “Meagan, I’m hurt. You’ve made me into this demon in your mind. If you would only see reason and just come with me...,” she began, only to be cut off by an absolutely animalistic snarl from behind her. When she whirled around, the older female found herself nose to pectorals with an extremely pissed off rockstar.
    All the color immediately drained out of her face and the matriarch took a quick step back as her eyes went wide. Raising his upper lip, the much taller male closed the distance; his hands twitching by his side as he seemed to be almost considering hitting the woman. “You dare to imply that she’s here against her will? You have no clue all the shit we’ve been through just to fucking be with eachother! You...,” he snarled, stopping mid-tirade to close his eyes and take a deep breath; his brown eyes moving to Johnny. Said actor, who had been standing beside Ginger to observe the happenings, nodded and stepped forward with a surprisingly neutral expression given the situation.
    The handsome male gently grabbed the smaller female’s upper arm, smiling when her head snapped in his direction. Then recognition blossomed over her features and her jaw dropped open as a pink flush colored her tanned cheeks. “Ma’am, I know you probably mean well but I can assure you that Ra... er, Meagan is very happy here. Maybe if you calm down a bit, you can come back and try to get to know us. Right now, I think we should diffuse the situation,” Depp purred, leading her to the door without her even noticing. After his speech, she was even nodding with a starstruck expression. Once they got to the door, the older female was leaving of her own volition; giving an almost shy wave to her daughter before closing the door behind herself.
    As soon as she was gone, an invisible tension left the small group still standing in the entryway. Then, as if on cue, there came the thunderous sound of footsteps rushing down the stairs. Both Raven and Amanda went even more pale than they normally were before sprinting into the living room to grab a decorative pillow each. Just in time too, as the small hall was soon filled with four very naked band members. In unison, the closely aged pair raised their pillows; making identical violated sounds. This made most of the band halt to look at themselves with a mixture of realization and mortification. Unfortunately, it only seemed to egg on a certain keyboardist.
    Raising his brow, Pogo placed his hands on his hips and began to pelvic thrust. This, of course, made his flaccid penis sway back and forth in an almost hypnotic manner; his balls hitting his hairless thighs with meaty sounding slaps. “Christ Gacy,” Ginger groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as he moved toward his fellow musician.
    “Whaaaaat? Can’t I give the boys a good airing out?” the mohawked menace chirped, looking extremely pleased with himself while the others slunk back upstairs to put some pants on.
    Johnny could only sigh softly, moving toward the women as Manson stomped towards his crazy keyboardist; grabbing the man by the back of his neck and dragging him up the stairs. This, of course, made the mischief maker giggle all the way; everyone that had remained downstairs simply shook their heads in an exasperated amusement. “I fear the day we actually get used to that,” Amanda groused as she allowed her husband to take her into his arms to plant a kiss on her forehead.
    “We all have,” the drummer offered, his words offering no comfort and instead making them shudder.
    “I know it doesn’t sound comforting now but trust me, you won’t come to mind so much,” he continued as he gently encouraged his wife toward the dining table.
    Raven only scrunched up her face and rubbed her arms, knowing the bleach blonde was right but not really wanting to admit it. “I don’t even want to think about it. Christ, why can’t Cali just legalize pot already,” she grumbled, shaking her head as she went into the kitchen. She didn’t notice both Johnny and Manson follow her. Thinking she was alone, she walked over to the counter near the fridge, gripped the ledge with her hands and braced her arms as her entire body began to shake violently. At the moment, a myriad of memories flowed through her brain with disturbing clarity. All the times her mother made her feel worthless, unloved, unwanted and a bit like a welcome mat that was meant to be stomped on. Needless to say, when she felt two pairs of arms wrap around her she very nearly shot right to the ceiling.
    Whirling around, she found her two lovers giving her identical looks of concern as well as understanding. Letting out a ragged sob, she rushed into their open arms; breaking into tears as she let out years of feeling like she just wasn’t worth anything. It was so loud, it drew the others from the living room as well as upstairs; all of them staring from the doorway as if at a loss for how to help the woman. It was only Manson shooing them away with a wave of his hand that made them eventually leave, Amanda being especially reluctant to go anywhere when her friend was in so much pain.
    After what seemed like an eternity, the tears tapered off into nothing; soft hiccups coming from the overwrought female on occasion. “She’ll be back,” whispered a soft, scared voice from somewhere in the vicinity of a certain goth rocker’s chest. This drew a snarl from the rather intimidating singer while the actor to his left made a soothing sound.
    “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Let’s get some food into all of us and try to relax for a bit,” rumbled a gentle baritone as the thespian gently lead the still frail female back into the dining area of the living room, helping her sit at the table as Twiggy moved into the kitchen to cook.
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