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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: ‘Why resist? You love this as much as I. After all, you made me. There is a world out there, waiting to yield to us. So much flesh, so many different pleasures.’ - Pinhead

Chapter Eleven: Honeymoon

    She knew she was being unreasonable but she was only five months along! She was perfectly alright to travel, especially to some place as close as a cabin in the mountains. Besides, she really didn’t think a few weeks away with her husband was too much to ask for, especially with the fact this was supposed to be her Honeymoon. “Ginger, please. We aren’t even flying there! The doctors already gave their okay,” Amanda pleaded, green eyes drifting to her amused friend for help.
    Raven, who was snuggled up against Johnny as he read only smiled before getting to her feet slowly, stretching as quiet piano music filled the Living Room. “I agree. While you’ll be up in the mountains, its not as if its going to snow soon. Also, if the doctor’s say its fine it should be safe,” the dark haired femme reasoned, doing her best not to snicker at an increasingly defeated looking Ginger. The drummer had his heart in the right place but he was being just a bit over protective. Manson, who was the one currently playing around with the piano, simply rolled his mismatched gaze and shook his head.
    “None of that helps me feel any better. Things can go bad so quickly. But, I suppose you guys have a point. I guess we’d better get packing then. We only have a few more days to get ready for this,” sighed the obviously worried musician, running an unsteady hand through his bleach blonde locks.
    Suddenly Ginger was being shoved forward, having been tackled by an over-enthusiastic and very naked Pogo. “So, decided to keep the reservation after all? What about all the whining you did last night? Christ, me and Fiver thought you were never going to shut up,” the crazy keyboardist teased, giving the slightly shorter man under him a noogie. Behind him, a very exhausted Tim and John 5 stumbled down the stairs.
    “How many times have I asked you not to call me that,” grumbled the still mostly asleep guitarist, his normally well groomed hair hanging in a messy tangle in front of his face.
    Before Gacy could answer, there was another voice from further up the stairs. “About a million times but he hasn’t listen to you yet,” purred the amused baritone of Jeordie, said male soon reaching the bottom of the stairs as well.
    “Not gonna start now either!” came the cheerful reply of the keyboardist, accompanied by the loud sound of Ginger’s back cracking as he pulled the other man’s torso upward slightly. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt him but it it sound like the percussionist had temporarily turned into a bendy straw.
    “Please don’t break my husband in half,” Amanda chided, wishing she could just jump in but not daring with her pregnancy. Once this baby was born, however, all bets would be off.
    Giggling, Raven only rolled her eyes before wandering over to her own fiance and whispering something in his left ear. Humming, the taller male kissed her knuckles before closing the cover for the piano keys and getting to his feet. “As I recall, they aren’t the only ones who have to get ready to go somewhere,” came an amused reminder, stopping the shenanigans just as Pogo was getting ready to wrestle with his unfortunate victim.
    “Yeah, yeah. Ya paid us to skedaddle for a while too. We already packed,” the mohawked menace groused, getting off the drummer and drawing a strained groan from the poor man.
    Then the group was heading to the kitchen, Pogo oblivious to Manson face-palming in annoyance. The others simply followed, giving their leader varying looks of sympathy before making their own breakfasts. Raven and Amanda, on the other hand, had dissolved into raucous laughter; the pair collapsing onto the carpet and leaning against the longer of the two couches. Even Johnny looked vaguely amused, a slight smile quirking his goateed mouth as he locked eyes with his friend and current lover. “Mmm, Brian didn’t you tell us they were going off to some retreat to become a more cohesive group,” the thespian inquired, a dark brow raised as he fought to hold in his own mirth.
    “As if you guys ever bought that shit excuse in the first place,” the performer pointed out, exasperation clear in his voice as he slid his palm down his pale visage and pulled a disgusted face.
    “You’re right, we didn’t,” the curly haired journalist chimed in as her best friend continued to howl with laughter beside her.
    “Its just a different thing entirely to hear it put out in the open so bluntly like that,” Depp pointed out, a small chuckle slipping out despite himself.
    At first, Manson looked like a volcano about to blow its top; his paper white face going red as his hands curled into tight, shaky fists by his sides. Then his entire frame was slumping with acceptance, a strange relaxation seeming to wash over him as an unreadable mask slammed over his face. Walking forward, he rolled his hips in a way that both spoke of danger as well as sensuality and effectively putting an end to the mirth. With the exception of one person. Raven continued to laugh, unphased by the danger filling the atmosphere. In fact, she only laughed harder as he got closer; almost seeming unable to help herself.
    As the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ closed the distance and began to bend toward her, Amanda made an instinctual movement to protect her long time companion; only stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Rough bristles of facial hair rubbed her soft cheek as cologne filled her senses and made her feel a bit faint. “Leave it. He would cut off his own hand before he hurt her,” came a reassurance mixed with an order, making her turn her head to see Johnny giving her a look full of a seriousness she had never seen. His strong jaw was tense, dark eyes almost seeming to be bottomless pits as he kept them locked on hers.
    Turning her head toward the couple, she watched as Manson kept leaning toward her laughing friend; an almost evil smirk on his painted face. Reaching down, the intimidating male grasped her chin and tip her head up so she was looking at him. While Raven was still laughing, the performer bent to whisper something in her ear that made her shudder despite the giggles currently trickling out of her. Then he was kissing her, making Amanda flush slightly as she looked away from the pair. Yet, despite her apparent embarrassment, the journalist had a small smile on her pale face.
    It wasn’t too long after that guilt followed and her brow crinkled ever so slightly as she slid onto the couch beside Depp. After all the time she had spent watching the pair, she should really know better. She and Manson had been getting along quite well, even snarking playfully at eachother more often than not. A wave of shame washed over her and she averted her gaze to the gentle swell of her stomach. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, her reaction had been purely instinctual. She hadn’t even had the time to consciously think, her body moving before her mind engaged. Although the need to protect her childhood friend had long since past, it had been ingrained in every fiber of her being.
    A loose arm wrapped around her shoulders just as the band came back from the kitchen, Amanda going quite an interesting shade of red when her husband saw the position she was in. It certainly didn’t help when the thespian whispered in her ear, his warm breath making her shudder. “You have to try to learn to let go of your protective instinct. You have no need to shield her anymore, least of all from any of us,” he murmured, straightening to nod at Ginger. Blinking, the drummer simply shrugged and moved to sit on the other side of his wife.
    The pair on the floor were oblivious to the conversation, continuing to kiss until the singer pulled away with a low rumble. His body language, as well as the heated expression in his mismatched gaze, told her exactly what she was in for when Ginger and Amanda left. On top of that, their own wedding was coming quickly and she found herself feeling more than just a little nervous. While she was quite sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with this man, a very public marriage was a whole other matter. Not only could wedding crashers be pretty much guaranteed but her mother already knew where she was. It was only a matter of time before the media storm that was brewing about their engagement announcement brought others to her door. People she wasn’t necessarily ready to face again.
    Her mother had already found her, it was a miracle she hadn’t been found by her father or her exs. When the wedding did happen, she shuddered just to think about it. Flashes of memories flashed before her eyes while echoes of voices rang in her ears. Three in particular stood out, swirling into a mass of images and sensations that nearly rendered her catatonic as her breathing began to speed up. Before she could descend fully into panic, a pair of warm lips met hers and effectively snapped her out of it as Manson scooped her into his arms. “You’re safe. I have you. Nothing will happen on the day of our wedding,” rumbled his baritone in her ear as she tried desperately to slow her breathing.
    Oblivious to the others in the room, the former freelancer burrowed into his bony chest; whimpering quietly as she slowly calmed. The journalist on the couch next to theirs watched with a mixture of helplessness and a deep desire to comfort. It was very hard for her to accept the fact she wasn’t needed at the moment and it was best that she leave the pair alone. So, with a smile to Johnny, Amanda leaned into Ginger and did her best to ignore what was going on. It helped that it sounded like Raven had fully recovered but was still a bit shaken up. If the rising singer had been thinking about what she was assuming, she truly couldn’t blame the fragile woman one bit. Her newfound fame would bring a lot of attention, a wedding being a particularly juicy bit of news.
    To be honest, this was one of the reasons why she chose a location so close to where Manson lived. It would only be a half day drive, so she would be close if there was an emergency. She would always feel an extreme protectiveness for Raven and would try to be there but, just maybe, she could let go enough to allow the woman’s fiance to take over full on protection. “We can get ready to leave after we eat. We’ll make sure the clowns follow suit,” she found herself saying, her statement effectively breaking the tension due to how outlandish it was. In fact, everyone was now staring at her.
    Swiping her black hair behind her ear, the timid artist pulled free of the singer holding her to wander over to the couch and hug her best friend. She knew there was more behind those words and felt a rush of happiness rise within her. “Thanks Mandy,” she whispered, tears of joy clogging her throat. Thin arms wrapped around her as her companion returned the embrace, the others in the band coming into the room with their food at that moment.
    “Call me if anything bad happens, okay?” whispered the curly haired writer as she fixed her gaze on the small group that was now staring at them with some amount of curiosity.
    Then the pair were separating, Manson taking Raven’s upper arm to lead her into the kitchen to get her own breakfast. Johnny and Amanda watched, identical smiles on their faces as the others took whatever seats were available. Unfortunately for John 5, Lily had other ideas; shooting into the chair he was heading toward and giving him a glare as her tail twitched irritably. This made the room burst into hilarity, the sound of laughter fading into the background for the couple in the kitchen. It seemed that dragging her into the small room was a clever pretext to get her alone, the much taller singer pinning her against the counter as mismatched eyes burned into her soul.
    A strange fluttering started in her chest as she stared up at him, her breath coming in short pants as he bent down to her level. His short cropped hair hung slightly in his left eye and the scent of him flooded her senses, making her lower body clench pleasantly. “I’m glad they’re deciding to leave a bit early. I’m not sure I could wait the few days. We’ve never had real alone time. Even Johnny will be leaving for a bit,” Manson murmured, his eyes burning with lust as he brushed a lock of her inky hair out of her face.
    “E-even Johnny?!” the stunned woman gasped out, her heart dropping into her stomach at the thought of being truly alone with the singer for a few weeks making her more than a little nervous.
    It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him after all they had been through, far from it in fact. She was still a huge fan girl who found this man more than just a little attractive. He had a talent for making her feel flustered as well as hot and bothered in those small moments they managed to get some privacy. There was also the fact she would more than likely be putty in his hands, an intimidating prospect for anyone. She didn’t know if she was looking forward to it or if she was utterly terrified. A slightly rough hand grasping her chin brought her back to reality with a slam. Two slightly angry, different colored orbs glared at her, filled with an anger and jealousy she hadn’t seen since Jonathan Davis had taken her on tour. “Did you want him to stay?” he hissed, his fingers tightening almost painfully.
    “Of course not Mare. I’m just... nervous. I mean, I’m still a fan girl in a lot of ways. The amount of power you could have over me while alone is frightening to think about,” she replied quietly, wrapping her arms around his thin waist to pull him closer. Burrowing her face into his bony chest, she allowed his scent to relax her.
    Within moments, the performer was releasing her face to envelope her in his own arms. “Oh Raven...,” he sighed, sounding sympathetic and apologetic at the same time. Then every muscle in his bone thin body was going stiff as he let out a dark chuckle that sent a chill scampering down her spine.
    “I know,” rumbled out of him as he pulled back to take her lips in a possessive, passionate kiss that made her toes curl. All too soon the much taller male was breaking the embrace to rest his lips close to her right ear.
    “I look forward to exploiting each little thing I have learned about my biggest fan,” rasped his lust laden voice before he was moving away from her to begin making breakfast for them both.
    Raven could only watch, not noticing Amanda in the doorway of the kitchen. The curly haired journalist had a strange smile on her face as a hand rested on the gentle swell of her belly. She had gotten curious about what was taking the pair so long and had caught some of their conversation. From the sounds of it, she was doing the right thing. So with a quiet giggle, the curly haired female went back to the living room to prod the rather large group into action. If she was lucky, she could get Pogo upstairs and packing with little to no fuss.
    As the former freelancer watched her lover cook bacon she couldn’t help but smile just a bit. While the earlier confrontation had frightened her just the slightest bit, she had trusted him entirely not to take things to far. This knowledge made her want to sing with elation due to the fact it signified she had gotten over the incidents in the past. She no longer felt any fear of him, just a lingering nervousness any fangirl would have when faced with being left alone with her idol for the first time. To be honest, the pair hadn’t really had much chance to just talk; to be with one another beyond sexual escapades.
    She would have a chance to see more of the man behind the make-up, someone he didn’t show in front of his band. It was only the sounds of shuffling coming from the living room that snapped her out of her reverie and she found herself going to the doorway before she realized she was moving. She was immediately greeted with the sight of the band, Amanda and Johnny getting up and gathering their dishes. “We’ll be setting off soon. Have fun Megs,” the pregnant journalist chirped, giving her a wave before setting the stacked dishes on a corner of the coffee table and herding out the various musicians before her. Raven could only blink in response before moving toward Johnny and looking up at him.
    The goateed thespian looked down at her with a soft smile on his bronzed features. Then, without warning, he was pulling her into a hug and pressing a kiss to the top of her head; letting out a soft sigh. “I want you to enjoy yourself with Brian. I’ll be back before you know it,” he murmured holding her tightly, as if afraid to let her go. With everything she knew about the thespian, Raven found it safe to assume his reaction was due to actual fear he would be kicked out of the odd relationship they had. He had carried unrequited affection for her for quite some time, it was only natural he would be nervous about being shoved into a less intimate position again.
    As much as she desperately wanted to reassure him that wouldn’t happen, she couldn’t speak for Manson. The singer was usually unpredictable, often leaving her in the dark about what he was going to do. While he seemed fine with Depp now, that could change in a heartbeat. If that happened, she had no idea how she would react and honestly didn’t want to think about it. Instead of focusing on things that might never happen, she relaxed into his embrace and returned it as best she could. “Everything will be fine Johnny. Just take it easy and be safe. You may even get more of a chance to work on that movie that studio has been trying to get you to do,” she pointed out, kissing under his chin before backing out of his hold.
    For just a second, the actor looked reluctant to even let her out of his embrace. Then he was putting a smile on his face before bowing and turning to look at someone behind her. Twisting her own head around to look, she saw her fiance in the doorway to the kitchen; a strangely blank expression on his pale face. “I’ll miss you too Bri,” Johnny murmured, staying where he was as the goth rocker set the plates on the couch. Then the much taller, thinner man was closing the distance, passing by Raven to wrap his tattooed arms around a very stunned Johnny.
    With the swiftness of a striking serpent, the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ took the other man’s lips in a kiss. A liplock so intense, it made the female watching flush down to her toes and wonder if she should look away or give the pair some privacy. One of Manson’s hands came up to cup the shorter thespian’s head as the other wrapped around his upper back to keep him close. At first, Johnny’s eyes were wide with surprise. Then he was relaxing, releasing a soft moan as his own hand came up to tentatively play with the goth rocker’s ebony hair.
    All too soon, Marilyn was pulling back from the other man; panting lightly as his hands came up to rest on broad shoulders. “Make preparations to move in when you get back. You’re part of the family,” the super star declared, his mismatched orbs holding a seriousness neither of them had seen before.
    “Brian...,” Depp husked, his voice throaty with emotion. Then he was clearing his throat, tears standing in his dark eyes as he backed away from the pair.
    “I love you both, please take care,” he whispered, turning to walk to the stairs leading to the second floor. In a matter of moments, he was gone; a faint scuffle coming from above them not too long after.
    “How much do ya wanna bet that was Pogo tackling Johnny boy,” Manson teased, his eyes focused on his still very stunned, very speechless fiance.
    Raven could only stare at her lover and idol with an expression of utter shock. Of all the ways she had seen that going, what happened certainly wasn’t one of them. To see the two men she cared about like that had turned her on more than just a little.   Licking her dry lips, the former freelancer could only nod before heading toward the food Manson had set on the coffee table for them. By some miracle, none of the animals had touched the food; merely looked at it mournfully from their position on the floor. Sitting down and picking up her fork, she was stopped from raising the bite of food by a firm hand on her wrist. Looking up, she saw the mismatched eyes of her famous other half.
    Smirking in a knowing manner, the performer planted a kiss on her cheek before taking a seat on her left. Just as he settled in beside her, the large group of their friends came downstairs; flooding out the front door without another word. Not even Amanda stopped, the quiet that followed the audible closing of the door almost spooky. Shaking off the feeling of nervousness that blossomed inside her, Raven dug into the food; more than just a little surprised by how good it was. A deep chuckle beside her made her jolt guiltily as hazel eyes moved to her right. “Surprised I can cook? You can thank Twiggy for that,” rumbled an amused baritone as her gaze locked on the grinning male.
    “To be honest, I kinda figured you lived on fast food and ramen,” she confessed, a light blush high on her cheeks as she returned her gaze to her plate to resume eating. Another chuckle came from the ‘Antichrist Superstar’, the sound of it making her feel warm all over.
    “That’s not a bad assumption and is what I had been doing with my original band. When Jeordie came in, he decided he didn’t want to be the only one who knew how to feed themselves. Since we were seeing eachother, I became his very reluctant student,” the celebrity to her right recalled.
    Images filled her mind at his words, a small giggle bubbling out of her while her dog weaved between her legs in the hopes of getting some food. “I can picture it now, you bitching at him to just cook you something and him threatening you with a return to ramen,” teased the twenty-nine year old, reaching down to lightly bat her canine companion on the bottom. Knowing it was a warning, the floppy eared mutt gave a chagrined expression before scooting herself up the stairs to hide under the bed.
    “After having his cooking, I couldn’t go back. So I gave in and allowed myself to learn. As it turns out, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be,” came a similarly amused response, a black nailed hand patting her upper left thigh.
    The rest of their breakfast passed in an easy silence, the two cats staring at them in the hopes of getting a bit of bacon. The result was a charming occurrence of natural yin and yang. It was so charming, in fact, that Raven ended up giving them each a single crumb of bacon. “Just don’t tell your mom I did that,” she whispered gravely to Mystery, scratching behind a black, triangular ear. The overweight feline only blinked slowly, yawning in her face before waddling off.
    “I don’t know why I bother,” she whispered, blinking when her empty plate was taken. When she looked up, she was met with a tender kiss that made her heat down to her toes.
    “Nevermind the cats. Put something on while I clean up the dishes,” the rock star husked, his simple request making her look at him like he had two heads.
    With everything she knew about him, before and after she had moved in, she had never thought of him doing the dishes. Just the image of him doing something so incredibly domestic came very close to making her laugh. Biting it back with superhuman amounts of self control, she picked up the remote for the flat screen; watching as Lily hopped up in her owner’s spot on the couch. The white feline only gave her a bored glance in response, triangular ears flicking back as the noble animal simply looked away again; as if the person beside her was not worth her time. “You do realize he’s just going to move you when he gets back,” Raven pointed out, even more amused when the prissy pet huffed in response.
    “Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” the former freelancer warned with a shrug before getting down to some serious channel surfing.
    After a few minutes, she finally settled on a nature documentary; the sounds of dishes clanking together having long become nothing more than background noise. As the show about Nikola Tesla began, the cleaning effort in the kitchen stopped; Raven far too engrossed to notice the sudden quiet. The young inventor had just made it to America after a long journey when an arm wrapping around her nearly made her jump out of her skin. “Nice choice. Maybe later we can search Pay-Per View for a movie,” purred a certain baritone, making her instinctually swallow nervously.
    Taking a deep breath and telling herself it was only her fiance, the nervous woman turned to give the singer next to her a smile. “I hope you don’t end up getting bored during our alone time. I’m not all that interesting of a person,” whispered her timid voice, easily getting lost in the massive living room. If he hadn’t been sitting next to her, he would have had to ask her to repeat herself. As it was, the performer was pulling her into his arms; resting his lips in her soft haired as she squirmed slightly.
    “I wouldn’t say that. You have a lot of talents and you’re pretty intelligent. I’ve never found myself bored when talking with you,” he murmured, chuckling when she turned a bright pink
    “I love you silly. Whatever we do or talk about will be fine,” continued his baritone, his hand resting on her right shoulder and rubbing as the documentary continued.
    Raven found herself charmed by how this simple activity seemed to be more than enough for the both of them. It was the first time she really realized just how normal of a couple they could be. She didn’t need to be on point or ready to have sex all the time to please this man. Tilting her head to press a kiss under his chin, the dark haired femme let out a sigh as her fiance took the remote to find something else to watch. All in all, it was a comfortingly ordinary day.
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