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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: ‘My interests and obsessions have always been so wide-ranging that I keep popping my head out of different boxes as much as possible.’ - Tim Curry

Chapter Twelve: Sweet and Sour

    Yawning as she stretched in the pair of arms wrapped around her, Raven made a content noise as she nuzzled a bony chest. A sleepy hum responds from above her, thin arms tightening their grip as their owner lets out a soft snore. Sighing contently, the rising singer opened her eyes slightly to look at the man she shared a bed with. His face was slack from sleep, a stream of drool pouring out of his mouth while foul breath filled her nostrils. Even what was left of his hair was horribly mussed. Giggling, she wondered what his horde of loyal fans would think of him now.
    Kissing the tip of his nose and patting a tattooed shoulder, she flung the covers off her naked body. Fighting the slight wave of shame that came over her, the dark haired female walked over to their shared dresser to get out some clothes. Since they had come back from her first tour, both Johnny and Manson had insisted on her sleeping in the nude. Something about the act helping her to feel less shame about herself. Sad thing was, it was actually starting to work. She had been having less hesitation about taking off her clothes or even just seeing herself naked.
    Sighing, she shook out a t-shirt before rummaging for other articles of clothing. Without realizing it, she had slowly been gaining in confidence. Not too long ago, she would have been a bit intimidated to even think about sharing the same room on a permanent basis. Now, she couldn’t imagine a night not snuggled up with at least Manson. It seemed the singer behind her shared this opinion, the soft snoring tapering off as the sheets began to rustle. “Raven?” husked a sleep muzzed voice as she hooked her bra into place.
    “Right here Mare,” she called out into the darkness of the room, knowing he would probably have trouble seeing right off the bat.
    More shuffling came from behind her, accentuated by grunts, moans and the sound of bones cracking in a stretch. “Mnnnnh, th’fuck ya doin’ up so early?” he complained, his voice soundly slightly distorted. Assuming he was still stretching out after sleep, Raven rolled her hazel eyes before slipping the shirt she had picked over her head.
    “I have to start work on my next album. But, I might have a slight request,” she responded, a nervousness racing through her veins that had nothing to do with her looks for once. A masculine cry of protest came from the rocker on the bed, making her smile due to how much it reminded her of a spoiled child not wanting to get up for school.
    “Ugh, that means I have to get up doesn’t it? I hate mornings,” he whined while the springs creaked to signal his weight shifting.
    “It won’t kill you to be up before noon. Besides, you’ll like what I have in mind,” the determined woman stated, pulling on a pair of red silk panties.
    It was then a pair of hands landed on her hips, pulling her close to the naked, almost emaciated body of her fiance. A hot breath gusted against the nape of her neck as he seemed to almost lean into her. “I have no doubt I will but I can think of much better things we could be doing,” purred his baritone, the lusty tone to it making goosebumps break out all over her skin as she shuddered.
    “As much as I would like that, I really should at least get some phone calls made,” she responded, sounding truly regretful. Then she was bending over, pressing her shapely rear against the singer’s crotch as she pulled up her ebony jeans. He let out a hiss in response, grinding against her a few times before she was pulling the denim over her hips and straightening.
    “Though, if we get enough done in a short amount of time, I can’t see why we can’t continue this a bit later,” she continued, secretly stunned at the confidence in her voice. Spinning on her heel, she took in her lover’s expression before taking his lips in a kiss bordering on seductive.
    “Meet me downstairs?” she whispered before backing out of his loose hold and leaving the room. Manson could only stand there, staring at the space his beloved had been just moments before with his arms still raised. Then he was chuckling, lowering his arms before deciding to follow as he was. They were home alone after all and unlikely to have visitors. Besides they had come far past the stage to be modest.
    Already a laptop was opening front of her, a couple of pieces of dry toast sitting on a plate beside her right thigh. So far all three of the animals had sniffed the charred bread to see if it was edible and all of them had deemed it unworthy of them. Picking up a piece and putting it in her mouth, Raven opened a music writing program on her computer. Even with Manson’s help and a bit of knowledge from her days in highschool choir, she still barely knew what she was doing. Thankfully the program was able to play out the notes she had put in so far, allowing her to know what she was composing sounded like. With this, it was very easy to put a tune she had only in her head in a physical form and place lyrics to it that went along.
    She already had a good beginning going when she caught the sight of something pale and wraith-like making it’s way down the stairs out of the corner of her eye. Startling slightly, she looked up to see an extremely naked Marilyn Manson making his way to their living room. Grateful their closest neighbor was miles away, Raven could only gape at him while her heart tried to fall back into a normal rhythm. “Good grief Manson! For a second I thought this house was haunted,” she gasped out, doing her best not to allow her gaze to wander below his chest.
    “That’s not too flattering but I can’t say I blame you. I don’t exactly get a shit ton of sunlight,” snarked the superstar, his faux hawk looking more like a rat’s nest on top of his head.
    Just seeing it made her snort laughter, any intimidation or lust she had felt flying out the window. Huffing playfully, the thin male placed both his hands behind his head and began to pelvic thrust. This made his balls slap obscenely against his thighs, making her completely lose it; laughter pouring from her as she leaned into the back of the couch. “Just what do you find funny? Don’t you find me irresistibly sexy?” he chided, his tone joking.
    “Normally, yes. Right now you look a bit like Pogo!” the twenty-nine year old guffawed, tears of mirth rolling down her pasty cheeks as her fiance closed the distance; still waggling his hips.
    Once he was close enough, the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ placed his shaven balls on the top of the screen to her laptop and grinned down at her. “He has rubbed off on me a bit over the years,” Manson replied, inwardly overjoyed Raven was laughing so much. After how much drama they had been through, he was relieved to see she was recovering. Not just that, she had been actively improving; sassing him and being a bit mouthy when she would have normally been too timid. It was as if he was finally seeing the personality that had been buried under all the damage her past had caused.
    Rolling her green-brown eyes, Raven simply kept composing the tune she had in her head; already forming lyrics in her head. “When you’re done marking your territory or whatever it is you’re doing there, I would like to ask you something,” she sighed, still smiling despite her stern tone. A playfully annoyed sighed escaped the singer before the flaccid penis disappeared off the top of her screen before he was moving to sit beside her and wrap an arm around her waist. Settling in, he cast a slightly judgemental eye on the meager meal she had made for herself.
    “Ask away,” he replied, reaching over her lap to snag her last piece of toast.
    Raising her brow at the rocker as he bit into the browned bit of bread, the former artist simply decided to just let him have it. “You know, if you’re going to steal my breakfast you might offer to make me a new one,” she groused, poking him gently in one of his visible ribs.
    “That was the idea. You can’t possibly expect to do any serious work on something like that. Was that all?” purred the man beside her, earning a light slap on his right arm.
    “You know it isn’t, smart ass. I wanted to ask... Well, uh... You remember how well the concert went with the duet?” she asked, starting out confident and ending up sounding meek. The celebrity next to her only tilted his head to one side before comprehension sparked in his mismatched gaze.
    “You want to do a joint album,” he stated, his tone slightly surprised. Raven flinched slightly, nodding shyly as a blush colored her cheeks.
    “I don’t see why not. You still haven’t really found a band of your own so you’d have to use mine anyway. If my agent disagrees I can always get a new one,” Manson responded, leaning over to kiss her forehead. Then he was getting to his feet and heading to the kitchen, taking her crumb filled plate with him.
    Staring at him as he left, the stunned female shook herself before going back to work. Still, the thought of doing an album with a man she had been a fan of since her teen years kept whirling in her head. Shifting her eyes quickly to make sure her fiance hadn’t suddenly come back, Raven let out a very quiet squeal of excitement. Despite being engaged and having lived with him for so long, she was still a fangirl. Hell, she still only wore Marilyn Manson tees and she was getting married to the man. But she just couldn’t help the giddy rush of excitement that was flowing through her at the moment.
    Staring at the bacon as it cooked, Manson heard the small celebration his lover was having with herself over his acquiescence and smiled. When he had first pulled her onto his stage, he had never envisioned anything like this. He felt comfortable around this woman, trusted her implicitly. The fact that she had been a pretty obsessed fan at one time had never really bothered him. If it had been anyone else, he would have just called it good at the concert. With her, it felt different. It felt like she had loved him for a very long time and would keep loving him, no matter what. So far, this feeling had been proven correct time and again.
    As he flipped the strips of pork over, he felt a contentment he didn’t think he’d ever be capable of. In the end, they had helped eachother become better people and he would forever be in her debt. He had even stopped drinking for the most part, never getting more than slightly buzzed and never doing it often. He had opened himself up completely, was feeling things he hadn’t in years. Sliding the food onto the plate, the goth rocker found himself stunned to come to the realization he was happy. Truly and deeply happy.
    Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat from the intense emotions he was feeling, the towering lyricist exited the kitchen with full plate in hand. Immediately, his eyes went to the woman who had caused all this and felt his heart swell with love. Fighting the urge to give the bacon to the dog and just scoop her into his arms, Manson placed the laden dish in front of his fiance’s face. Starting slightly, hazel eyes moved up to his as a smile that melted his heart bloomed on her face. “Thanks hun,” she murmured gratefully, taking the food from him.
    While she hadn’t been that hungry before, the smell of the cooked bacon made her mouth water as her stomach let out a loud demand for the salty bits of pig flesh. Picking up a crispy strip, she stuck it into her mouth, chewing as she began to type. “How do you want to handle the songs? Do you want to write some and I write some? Do you want to collaborate? Or do you just want to sing the ones I write?” she asked, her eyes focused on her screen as she stopped typing with one hand long enough to feed herself another piece.
    “We could collaborate on a few. Mostly, I want to see what you can do,” he replied simply, resuming his previous seat beside her. Lily, who had been dozing on the other couch, hopped off that one to jump into her owner’s lap; purring loudly as he began to pet her.
    Wondering if the fur tickled his dick briefly, Raven blushed slightly as she gave a short nod. While she was a bit surprised, at the same time she wasn’t. The man beside her wanted to see her succeed with her own music. If he helped too much, she would never form her own identity in the singing world. The fact he was willing to give help at all was astounding, now that she thought about it. “I hope I don’t disappoint,” she responded truthfully, quietly singing the first line of lyrics she had written along with the music to see how well they matched. Soon she was stopping, her fingers flying over the keys while she made several revisions.
    “You haven’t so far,” rumbled a baritone right in her ear, a chin resting on her left shoulder. Shifting her gaze slightly, she saw Manson reading what she was doing; nodding to himself slightly as he mouthed the lyrics.
    “You’ve already got a good start there. Some refining and that song will be a good hit,” the singer praised, making her feel warm all over. Then his fingers were gently pushing hers out of the way, making some tweaks to the lyrics that she approved of.
    The next few days passed like this, the couple slowly falling into a rhythm of acting domestic around eachother. Conversation now came all too easy as did teamwork, the pair able to play off one another as if they had been together for years. On top of that, Raven was acting almost completely comfortable around him. Every now and again her old nervousness would pop up but it always vanished quickly, to both their relief. They had also gotten into the habit of just cuddling while she worked, Manson allowing her to lay on him while his arms wrapped around her.
    Even now, Raven was nestled in his lap; busily working on a bonus song for the album. Soft, loving lips pressed against the back of her neck, making it very hard to concentrate. “You’ve been working so hard on this,” sighed a gruff baritone, callused hand worming their way under her t-shirt to rest on her stretchmarked belly.
    “I want to make sure I do a good job, also I kinda have a deadline to work around,” the ex-freelancer sighed, leaning back into the rocker as she closed her laptop. One of the hands resting on her tummy reached out to take it from her lap, moving it to a cushion beside her right thigh.
    “I realize that but you’ve taken almost no time off. Your deadline is a month from now, why tear yourself apart by worrying? We haven’t had sex since you started this because you stay up so late these days,” continued the soft, seductive purr, his hands moving up to cup her breasts through the silky material of her bra. Skilled fingers plucked and played with her sensitive nipples, drawing soft mewls from her lips as her hips began to thrust fitfully.
    Pressing his clothed erection into his fiance’s ample ass, Manson smirked when he saw the look of shock and lust that crossed her face. No matter how many times they did this, her reactions would never get old. She was still as responsive as when she was as a virgin, her moans irresistible and driving him the intensify his attentions. Growling, Manson nipped the nape of her neck as he slipped his fingers into the cups of her brassiere. As soon as the digits met her perky buds, she was tilting her head back to lay on his right shoulder; a soft groan gusting right into her ear. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed this and its only been a few days. When I go on tour by myself again I think I’ll go crazy,” he husked out, grinding his erection into her for emphasis.
    “Mare... please,” she gasped out, an odd mixture of aroused as well as determined. She only had a few more lines to type out before this song was finished. Then again, it was hard to argue with him when he was grinding against her butt so needily.
    “Hmmm? Please what little bird?” rumbled the voice from her childhood, effectively wiping away any further need to do work.
    Instead of answering verbally, Raven spun in his lap; her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled herself close to him. Then she was giving him a passionate, open mouthed kiss, their tongues clashing almost immediately. A soft purr was her reward for her actions before she found herself swept up in his arms. In a blink, they were up the stairs and in their room; his bony frame over hers as mismatched eyes burned into hers. Gentle hands removed her clothes before his own were shucked, leaving them both naked to eachother’s eyes. “Gorgeous and all for me,” the singer sighed, reverently running a hand down the slight pooch of her tummy.
    Shuddering, the shy woman held onto his forearms so she wouldn’t give in to the temptation to shield her body from his intense gaze. He was almost looking at her like she was a piece of artwork, making her feel more than a little subconscious. As if he knew what she was thinking, the thin rocker leaned down to give her a heated kiss; one of his hands playing with her left breast. Pinching her nipple between his index and middle finger, Manson let out a gruff noise into her mouth before breaking the kiss and taking the pink bud into his hot maw. Blunt teeth played with her flesh gently, his tongue swirling around the nodule and drawing the most interesting noises from his lover.
    Timid fingers wound into his faux hawk as he teased her, pulling away to latch onto her neglected breast. A quiet mewl was his reward, causing a shudder to roll over his entire frame as one of his hands moved down her body to cup her hot womanhood. “Marilyn,” whispered into his ear as he continued to suckle on her breast, one of his fingers rubbing along the puffy outer lips of her slit. Releasing her nipple slowly, a string of drool connecting his lower lip to the rosy flesh, he drank in the sight of the woman under him.
    Her pale skin was flushed a light pink and her eyes were heavily dilated, soft pants leaving her as she locked gazes with him. “Brian for now hun. I just... I want to hear my real name from your lips to... to see if I like it,” he breathed, waiting until she gave a nod to continue.
    “Good girl,” purred the lithe rockstar, two of his fingers sliding easily into her sodden passage.
    Raven could only gasp, her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as pleasure and need burned in her veins. His given name poured through her lips as if she had always used it, his fingers moving in and out of her mercilessly as he began to plant open mouthed kisses on her neck. “I need you Meagan,” he groaned, the use of her name startling her badly. Then she felt him placing his erection at her entrance and all further thought flew out of her head for the burning need filling her womb.
    “I need you too.... Brian,” the younger woman moaned out, placing her palms on his back as he moved his hands to hold her thighs open. Then he was filling her, beginning a dance the pair had performed many times before; soft moans filling the empty room.
    In a hotel room not too far away, two men sat in a room; smoking cigarettes as they stared out at the city below them. A veritable sea of lights and cars stretched out before them but the pair seemed unimpressed, one of them flicking their still lit but over the railing of the balcony. “Why the fuck do you still want to mess with this? We both had jail time and I, for one, don’t really want to go back any time soon,” sighed a deep voice from behind the thin figure, making them turn to face the speaker.
    “I can’t stand the thought of her fucking Marilyn Manson. Fuck, just how long do you think this has been going on?! She could have been fucking him while in a relationship with us,” responded a slightly lighter voice as he moved into the room.
    “Yeah, I don’t think that’s likely Tony. She barely left the house and when she did it wasn’t for nearly long enough to have an affair,” responded the much calmer, deeper voice; a cigarillo flaring to life in the dimness of the room.
    “Yeah well you didn’t have to deal with the cunt telling you she’d leave you in a heartbeat for the cocksucker!” hissed the other male, storming over to the light on the nightstand to turn it on.
    His goateed partner immediately shielded his eyes, cursing loudly as the other man plopped on the bed beside him. “I highly doubt she meant it in the way you think she did. I know as well as you do how obsessed she was with him. It was more than likely wishful thinking on her part,” Miah grumbled lowering his hand to shoot his boyfriend a glare. While he loved Tony, this obsession with their shared ex had grown out of hand. In fact, it had gotten out of hand before she had escaped from them. The only thing was, he hadn’t told Tony that he had helped her.
    In his own way, he had loved Raven very dearly. Before things had started to go downhill, he had gone out of his way to treat her well. It was when Tony had begun showing his true colors that things went beyond his control. While he had loved her, he also loved Tony just as much and found himself in a very awkward position. In the end, his boyfriend’s treatment of her had gotten so outrageous that he just couldn’t endure her suffering. So he had helped her escape in the middle of the night, hoping against hope they would never cross paths again.
    Now he found himself confronted with the ghost of both their pasts and he was helpless to stop what was going to happen. Calling the police on Tony just wasn’t an option, not with how much he still cared for the man. Closing his eyes again while his boyfriend descended into a vicious rant, Miah couldn’t help but dread what would happen next. Would he be forced to actually commit violence on a woman he still cared about? Would he lose Tony to the cops? Either option didn’t sit well with him.
    Tony shot him a furious glance, shaking his head as he ran a hand down his face. “You didn’t hear her man... We have to teach her a lesson once and for all. She can’t just get away with...,” began a rant he had heard far too often.
    “Get away with what Tony?! Being happy? Wanting to move on with her life? Actually getting into a relationship with the man of her dreams?! Christ, don’t you think all of this has gone too far already?!” Miah growled, shooting to his booted feet; a grim expression on his goateed face.
    “You’ve become obsessed with ruining the life of someone who shouldn’t even matter to us anymore! We’ve both been arrested once, I got roughed up and you still want to go after her! This has gone beyond sick Tony! At what point do you intend to stop?!” he continued, freezing when he saw the black expression on his lover’s gaunt face.
    “Who ever said anything about stopping? I don’t care what you or anyone else says! She needs to be taught a lesson! I don’t intend to leave her alone until she’s the pathetic little dirt smear she deserves to be!” snarled the younger man, slowly pulling himself into an upright position to stand toe to toe with his boyfriend.
    “Ya ain’t about to chicken out on me are ya?” he growled, Miah shaking his head as he felt scared of his lover for the first time in his life.
    “N-no. I’ll be right behind you. I just... I think all of this is just going too far is all,” the shorter, goateed male explained. The maddened man towering over him only let out a bitter laugh, giving his head a sardonic shake.
    “No, I think we haven’t begun to go far enough,” Tony snarled, a strange glint in his sky blue eyes.
    The couch under her felt so good, especially after pulling three all nighters in a row. She had been on a roll, refining and polishing the songs she would be performing with her fiance. The only thing left was to record but she just didn’t have the energy, especially with Manson being unusually amorous. Over the last few days, between working on songs, they had more than likely had sex on every surface in this house. The only exception being the rooms that belonged to the others. Groaning, Raven lifted her head to look at her computer. There were just a few more little touches she wanted to throw in but she didn’t have any oomph left. “You still awake? I was hoping our last round would at least make you pass out for a while,” grumbled a baritone from the entry to the living room.
    “Can’t sleep, things to do,” she grumbled, her words slightly slurred as she struggled to sit up.
    “Raves... sweetie... You can’t keep going like this,” sighed the singer, his blurred form moving closer as she swayed in place.
    She could only stare up at him blearily, giving a stubborn shake of her head. “Know tha... godda jusss do a lil more,” slurred out of her, her eyes more closed than open. The taller, thinner male merely put his hands on his hips, rolling his matching eyes. Without warning, he was scooping her up; chuckling as she gave a truly pitiful protest.
    “Nooo, jusss nee’ lil longerrrr,” whined the twenty-nine year old, flailing listlessly a couple times before going limp and pouting.
    “I’m afraid you no longer get a choice in the matter. I can sympathize, believe me. I have also stayed awake for days at a time when in a creative flow. But you’re obviously exhausted. You need some rest,” the performer rumbled, kissing her temple as she nestled into his bony chest. Mumbling something incoherent, she gave her head another shake; soft snores already leaving her.
    Humming quietly, the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ readjusted his hold on the stubborn woman; shaking his own head and rolling his eyes skyward. Soon he had reached the room they shared, laying his precious burden on the silk sheets. Cuddling up beside her, he began to quietly sing ‘Coma White’; feeling a small stab of affection when she curled into him and seemed to slip into a deep sleep. Just the fact this song still brought her comfort made him feel elated, his arms wrapping around her as he finished off the tune and watched her sleep.
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