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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: ‘Give yourself over to absolute pleasure. Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh - erotic nightmares beyond any measure, and sensual daydreams to treasure forever.’ - Dr. Frank-N-Furter (Rocky Horror Picture Show)

I had to take five days to visit family. I hope things will be back on track from here on out.

Chapter Thirteen: Coming and Going

    After how much work she and Manson had put in, it was hard to believe the album was done. Especially given how often the man had distracted her with sex. Each track they recorded together seemed to be an excuse for him to just bend her over and have his way with her when they were through. She had to go through each of the songs just to be sure none of their sexual escapades accidentally made it out into the public. She was just grateful that nothing had been found in the review of the tracks.
    Sighing with satisfaction as she awaited the response of her agent, she felt a slight pang as she realized Amanda and the others would be back soon. It wasn’t that she hadn’t missed her friend as well as the odd family the band had become but she had honestly come to enjoy the quiet time she had been having with Manson. The only thing she was really looking forward to was Johnny being back. With him being part of the relationship, she had missed the actor almost as much as she would have missed the singer and was eager to have him in her arms once more. From the looks of it, the goth rocker felt the same way.
    While being cuddly, near the end of their time alone together he had started to act antsy. Every so often he would look up at the door, like an excited puppy expecting the return of its master at any moment. It was honestly adorable and she had no doubt he’d be just as happy to see the actor as she would. Even now, with her firmly seated in his lap and his arms wrapped around her, he kept looking at the door every now and again; letting out a subtle sigh before placing his chin back on the top of her head. Smiling, Raven decided to have a little fun with the performer. “Missing Johnny?” she teased, giggling when he growled at her.
    Kissing under his chin to soothe him, she patted one of the hands resting on her pudgy tummy. “Its okay sweetie. After all, he is your boyfriend,” she purred, her laughter turning into a squeal as he gave her neck a quick nip in retaliation. Then he was sighing in defeat, letting out a small chuckle as his hand moved under her shirt to rest on her bare skin.
    “You’re right, I do miss him. Its kinda strange. Never thought I’d honestly be able to love two people at once, let alone one,” he confessed quietly, resting his cheek against hers as if he was seeking comfort.
    Nuzzling the singer, Raven hummed in agreement as she nodded. “I’m surprised you even suggested Johnny be in the relationship in the first place. You don’t exactly seem like the type to share,” she pointed out, flinching slight when the celebrity holding her let out a gruff, possessive noise.
    “Cause I’m not. Not normally. Anybody else tries to get in your pants and I’ll kill ‘em. Johnny’s... different... He... he took good care of you when I couldn’t be there for you despite the fact he had no real obligation to go as far as he did. He’s also been there for me for a lot of hard shit,” Manson murmured, his hands twitching slightly on her belly.
    Lily, who had been curled up beside the pair, gave them a disdainful look as she yawned; stretching before hopping off the couch and sauntering over to Lady. It appeared the regal cat had grown bored with the conversation they had been having, staring at the mutt that was sleeping peacefully in a sunbeam. Wanting to call out to the cat to get her to stop, Raven knew it was a lost cause before she had opened her mouth. No matter what she did, Lily White would continue with what she had planned. Something that would more than likely disturb the unsuspecting canine. Even Manson was watching, a slight smirk quirking one corner of his mouth.
    Sure enough, the spiteful felid was smacking the dog on the nose; causing Lady to jolt awake with a startled yip. Upon seeing the white terror so close, the black mutt had an immediate and rather amusing reaction. Tucking her curly tail between her legs, she scampered up the stairs to hide under the bed; acting like the hounds of Hell were right on her butt. Staring after the canid with utter disgust, Lily licked one dainty paw before curling up in the spot her would-be rival had been sleeping in. “That cat...,” Raven sighed, her tone holding more exasperated amusement than any real anger.
    “I swear, she gets that from you,” the former artist chided playfully. Manson only beamed at her in response, his hand slowly travelling up to her ribs without her noticing.
    “Well, I am her daddy after all,” rumbled his baritone, a mischievous spark in his matching eyes. Then he struck, his fingers moving rapidly over the delicate skin covering her ribcage.
    The reaction was immediate, Raven practically melting out of his lap as laughter began to pour out of her. Flailing at him uselessly, the young woman begged him to stop; tears of mirth already streaming out of her eyes and down milk white cheeks. “S-s-st-o-op!” she begged, doing her best to squirm away from the assault but finding herself trapped between him and the coffee table. Huffing out laughter, the rocker stilled his fingers; snaking out his tongue to lick her tears from her skin.
    Making a shocked but amused noise, the former free-lancer scooted away from her lover; rubbing where his saliva sat. “What’s gotten into you?” chuckled her unsure voice breathlessly, her heart leaping slightly as Manson slid onto the floor to crawl after her.
    “What? Aren’t I allowed to have a playful side?” husked his throaty voice, a predatory glint in his eyes as they continued their odd game of cat and mouse across the carpet.
    Feeling slightly nervous but no less exhilarated, the twenty-nine year old giggled nervously in response; startling when her back hit a wall and she was effectively trapped. Smirk turning into something that took her breath away, the superstar let out a sound that almost sounded like a soft growl as he pulled himself up into a position hovering over her. His brown eyes were now dilated and his tongue slowly lolled out to lick his lips, making him seem like some large predator getting ready to devour his next meal. “Mmmmm, seems you’re trapped. What’s my little kitten going to do now?” husked out his deep voice, something dark shining in the depths of his chocolate colored eyes as he lowered himself so their foreheads touched.
    Letting out a shaky sigh, she reached up to wind her fingers into the short hair on the back of his neck before pulling him down so their lips met. Just as their tongues touched, the pair heard a throat clearing and sprung apart like two teens caught in the act by their parents. Looking at who had interrupted them, the couple shot to their feet when they saw Johnny. “Hope you don’t mind that I came back a little early. Though it looks like I interrupted something,” the actor sighed, an amused expression on his goateed face.
    Before he could react, the pair were enveloping him in a hug. Raven was nestled into his muscled chest as close as she could get while her fiance had him in a tight hold, tattooed arms shaking. “I take it you missed me too?” the thespian murmured quietly, happy tears crowding his throat as he wrapped his arms around the couple.
    “What do you think?” Marilyn gritted out, his own voice thick with emotion. Then his mustache crowned lips were taken in a fierce kiss, a tongue forcing its way into his mouth when he gasped in shock.
    Frozen for a few moments as the other man softened the embrace, Depp cautiously returned the kiss. Raven, who was still holding onto the movie star, could only watch as she felt desire begin to awaken in her lower body. Still, she felt like she was witnessing something meant to be private and began to pull away. All this resulted in was the actor tightening his grip on her and looking at her out of the corner of one eye while he continued to make out with her fiance. It almost seemed like he didn’t want her to be too far away even while he was obviously being seduced by the singer.
    Breaking the kiss with a breathy hiss, Manson gave Johnny a soft grin with half-lidded eyes before his gaze was moving to Raven. As if sensing her sudden discomfort, the much taller male bent to give her a kiss as well; his tongue sweeping into her mouth as he let out a quiet groan. “Nothing that happens between me and Johnny is ever meant to be private, understand? We want you here,” whispered an urgent voice against her lips before he was straightening to allow the two to have their own greeting.
    Looking from the handsome star to her fiance, Raven felt a slight bit of apprehension as she reached up to kiss the second man she was in a relationship with. Depp sighed softly, his arms wrapping around her as his tongue begged her for entry. Opening slightly, she met him as he entered her mouth; the taste of him nearly overwhelming after such a long separation. While she had expected to miss him, she hadn’t expected this ravenous need when he had come back. This hunger to hear his moans while she used the feel of his skin to reassure herself he had really come back home. “You missed me too, it seems,” husked into her mouth as the lips left hers just enough to speak.
    Next thing she knew, they were all in Manson’s bedroom in varying states of undress. She had somehow wound up completely naked while the two men still had their jeans on. The pair seemed torn between continuing what they had started downstairs and attending to her. In the end, Raven was on her back between the two; an erection in each hand as the pair sandwiching her latched onto a nipple at the same time. Two different hands travelled down her body, their strokes on her heated flesh melding into one as they broke away from her breasts just long enough to kiss.
    Elsewhere, another pair was lounging in their own bed; a curl haloed head resting on a bony chest as a hand rested on an upper back. Soft, labored breaths escape the couple; lips seeking out eachother’s in the dark as they try to come down from their peak. “I kinda wish we didn’t have to go back,” sighed a soft, female voice; drawing a gentle chuckle from the figure holding her.
    “You don’t mean that Manda Bear. You’ve missed Raven just as much as I’ve missed the guys in the band,” teased a husky voice in response, a light smack of flesh against flesh punctuating his laughter.
    “I hate that you’re right. Though I have no clue just how you could miss all the abuse they lay on you,” groused a playfully irritated reply, getting more laughter in return.
    “They’re family and they don’t really mean anything by it. I’m just too quiet for my own good is all. I make an easy target for their insanity because of how laid back I am. I don’t really mind though. Every time I’ve needed them, they’ve been there. Even Manson,” Ginger breathed, pressing a kiss to his wife’s forehead; chuckling as their child chose that moment to boot him in the ribs through the womb pressed against his side.
    Amanda pursed her lips as she mulled his words over in her head. As much as she hated to admit it, she had seen just how much the band cared for eachother. There was also the fact that she honestly did miss Raven, given this was the longest they had been apart before. With how fragile her friend was, she honestly hoped the other woman was okay. Besides, while she would never say it out loud, she’d missed the insane band too. She’d even missed Manson, something she had never thought would happen. Sighing, she snuggled into her husband and closed her eyes; allowing herself to slip into a deep sleep.
    Nestling into a much more muscled body than she was used to, Raven opened one eye to see she was firmly snuggled into Johnny’s arms. Humming softly, she allowed herself to relax; her body sore from all the activity yesterday. From the looks of the light streaming in through the dark curtains, it was still half past way too fucking early to be awake anyway. Unfortunately, a loud knock on the front door shattered all her illusions of sleeping in. Sighing as both men stirred, the former freelancer slowly sat up.
    Growling, Manson got up as well; stilling her movement with a hand on her shoulder. “Stay here with Johnny. Last time there was a knock on the door, it was nothing good,” he ordered, his voice still gruff from sleepiness as he got to his feet. Opening her mouth to protest, the young woman stopped when she felt strong arms wrap around her.
    “He’s right. We’ll just wait up here, okay? Brian can take care of himself,” assured a sleepy baritone in her ear, the velvetiness of his tone making her shudder warmly. Soft lips met her ear, drawing a quiet moan from her as her fiance opened the door to their room and left without putting on any pants.
    As much as she wanted to pull out of the actor’s hold to insist the rock star put on pants, the thought of the looks on the faces of the hapless reporters was too good. Giggling at the image of wide eyes and slack jaws, Raven sighed as she kissed under Depp’s chin. “Thatta girl. Besides, we can be there in seconds if he needs us,” pointed out a satisfied voice above her, a mustache tickling her forehead before a kiss landed there. Before she could answer, the pair heard muffled yelling come from below. In an instant, the artist was out of bed; fear chilling her veins as she struggled to pull on some jeans.
    The thespian was right behind her, cursing as he pulled on his own clothes. From the sounds of it, the singer was royally pissed off; giving someone a piece of his mind while the pair rushed to make themselves decent. After what felt like an eternity, they were sprinting out of the room; stopping to peek around the corner and get a sense for what was going on. As much as she wanted to go down the stairs to defend the man she loved, a rational voice in the back of Raven’s head managed to gain control before she could. It was much more intelligent to get a sense for what you were up against before heading smack into trouble.
    Feeling Johnny’s heat against her back, Raven felt a breath of relief leave her when she saw that the rocker was at least alone in the house. “I’m not gonna tell ya again. Get the Hell off my property before I call the cops. Since this is your second offense, I doubt they’ll take the events too lightly this time,” snarled the incensed performer, every muscle in his body tense as he seemed to be facing off with whoever was being blocked entry. His words bringing all manner of memories to the forefront of her mind, the former artist came dangerously close to swooning as dizziness threatened to overtake her.
    Feeling nausea begin to curdle in her stomach, the stunned woman clutched a hand to her mouth as she took a step backward; causing a board to creak under her weight. Tensing, Manson turned his head to look at the pair perched at the head of the stairs. “Get her back in the room, now!” he snarled, his eyes filling with a fear that did nothing to quell the outright terror growing within her. Narrowing his eyes above the shaking femme, Depp grabbed her shoulders to steer her back to the room.
    “Do as he says,” urged the tense actor, a muscle ticking in his jaw when she began to struggle.
    Despite the overwhelming, clawing panic beginning to swell in her veins, she needed to know who was there. If only for her own sanity. So, with a shake of her head, she began to make her way down the stairs; making sure to listen closely for the other voice. What she heard made all the color drain out of her face. “You can’t order us off your property unless we’re posing a threat,” hissed the distant voice of Tony. Feeling woozy as reality seemed to ripple and gray around her as she swayed slightly, Raven began to slowly collapse as her bones turned to water. Vaguely aware of someone catching her, she clung onto consciousness just long enough to realize Johnny was picking her up.
    “I told you to get her in the room!” roared the far away voice of her fiance as everything went black.
    Floating in comfortable darkness, Raven became aware of two muffled voices arguing; breaking the lovely stillness of the void around her. “Fuck, this is why I told you to get her back in the room,” hissed a familiar baritone, drawing her reluctantly back to reality.
    “I tried but she didn’t want to go. Was I supposed to drag her?” replied an offended baritone that was much more smooth than the one earlier. This earned a low growl in response, followed by the sound of footsteps pacing back and forth.
    “No, of course not! Just, Christ, I did not want her to know those two knew where she lived,” responded the voice she now recognized as her fiance’s.
    Groaning, Raven winced as she slowly rose back to consciousness. Without the freedom of the void, all her earlier anxiety and outright terror came flooding back. They had found her. It was only a matter of time before her father joined the party. Just thinking about it made her blood go cold. There was now no place that was safe for her, no place the people she was trying to escape didn’t know about. It was enough to make her want to scream, her eyes popping open to focus on the two men hovering over her prone body.
    Sitting up, her eyes scanned the room against her will. While she knew they couldn’t possibly be in there, it didn’t stop her from feeling an instinctual need to check. “Easy, they wouldn’t make it past the front door and you know that,” growled the voice of Manson in her ear, thin arms wrapping tightly around her. Johnny merely watched, seeming unsure if he should do anything.
    “I-I know but... Just hearing Tony’s voice though... How the fuck did they... No, you know what? I think I know how,” she stammered, her fear slowly turning into outrage.
    Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Raven got to her feet with a grim expression on her pale face. “Those fucking paparazzi. Some of them think that just because they have the information, then they have every right to publish it,” she spat, making a bee-line for the door while the two celebrities behind her watched with stunned expressions. Then they were following her, seeming to both want to stop her and see what she would do at the same time.
    “Raven, are you okay?” Depp ventured, Manson a bit too confused to even question what was going on.
    “Of course not! I’m fucking pissed off!” came a response neither of them honestly expected from the soft spoken woman. Then she was flinging open the door and storming into the hallway, leaving the stunned pair behind.
    At first, Johnny and Manson could only look at eachother with disbelief; seeming unsure of what to do. “Did we just see what I think we did?” the stunned lyricist husked out, his baritone stunned as he stared at the open doorframe.
    “I think so but I still don’t believe it. Since when has Raven gotten so brave?” Depp murmured, sounded just as taken off guard as his companion.
    Before they could discuss the matter more, a squeal came from the floor below them; drawing the pair into a sprint as they rushed to see what was going on. As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, however, they were stopped in their tracks by the sight that greeted them. Instead of paparazzi or even Raven’s exs, the band and Amanda were gathered in a tight cluster around the woman as she squeezed the life out of her heavily pregnant friend. “I’m so glad you’re back Mandy! You and the guys can help me plot out some well deserved revenge,” chirped the ebony haired femme, a strange excitement glittering in her jade colored eyes.
    Giving eachother one last look, the dark haired pair simply shrugged off their confusion before joining the ‘party’. If Raven wanted some payback, neither of them was going to stand in her way. In fact, Manson already had a certain grin on his naked face as he wrapped his tattoo covered arms around his fiance. “Can I get in on this?” he purred, smirking up at the actor beside him as he shook his head in disapproval.
    “Of course, you and Johnny. I wouldn’t leave either of you out,” she declared, Amanda looking up at her long time acquaintance as if she had grown two heads.
    In all her years with the shy artist, the journalist had never thought she’d see the day the woman would stand up for herself. It was all she could do not to pinch herself or start jumping for joy as her best friend led her into the living room while discussing her plans so far. Almost mechanically, she gave response and suggestions; her head spinning slightly as she tried to comprehend the sudden change in behavior. Thankfully, the others had no such reservations; taking over for her as her husband pulled her away for some much needed time to gather her thoughts.
    Raven, while aware of this occurrence, found herself unconcerned. In fact, she was amused by her friend’s reaction. She was fully aware of just how submissive and frightened she normally was. She had just grown sick and tired of cowering like some chihuahua. She wanted to put her foot down for once, to stand up for herself. To show these people that they couldn’t bully or frighten her anymore. If she didn’t, she was almost certain the people she had been running from would simply keep coming. That she would never have any peace again. Just thinking about it filled her with rage as well as deep horror.
    After all she had been through in her twenty-nine years of life, she wanted to just live her life. To enjoy what she had. If the hounding never stopped... Shuddering, the former freelancer looked up at Pogo; a lightbulb going off over her head as she was struck by sudden inspiration. Motioning to the mohawked menace, she began to whisper in his ear as he smiled and nodded; a titter that chilled people’s blood filling the air before he was walking off. On his way out, he cracked his knuckles with a sadistic smirk; rolling up invisible sleeves before cackling his way up the stairs.
    Amanda and the others could only stare at the brunette with horrified expressions. “What did you do?!” the curly haired journalist asked, her hands protectively covering her five month baby bump as if on instinct.
    “Told him he had free reign to do as he pleases when it comes to unexpected visitors. Even Dita and Jonathan,” the former artist responded, rubbing her hands together and adding her own mad laughter to the mix.
    Manson and Johnny could only watch, still bordering somewhere between confusion and horror. While the rocker was proud of her for taking this step, he was also a bit worried that she might have finally snapped under the strain. There was something about the gleam in her eyes that made them both feel uneasy. It was almost like she was a desperate woman hiding under false bravado, hoping frantically no one would notice. “Are you sure you’re okay sweetheart,” burred Depp before he could, kneeling to look in her wide, verdant eyes.
    For just a moment, terror flashed across the milky expanse of her face before it was quickly replaced by her previous confident expression. “I have to be! I can’t keep going on like this. You guys can’t keep dealing with this. Besides, its not as if I’m alone,” pointed out the obviously terrified femme, jumping slightly when her fiance swooped down to scoop her into his thin but strong arms.
    “Damn right you aren’t. Johnny will be here when I can’t be and I doubt Davis’d just let it be him alone,” the rocker assured, his normally commanding baritone a soft purr as she nestled into his scar coated chest and nodded.
    After a few minutes, Raven pulled free; clearing her throat as she stood on her feet. Looking at her towering idol, the rising singer opened her mouth to say something when a shrill ringtone broke the stillness. Snarling, the Pale Emperor whipped out the offending device before opening it and proceeding to tear his manager a new asshole. Watching this with a faintly amused smirk, the young woman merely rolled her eyes before shifting her gaze to Ginger and Amanda.
    Despite how much the writer had seemed to hate the band at first, she seemed even more at ease now. She even seemed to join in on some of the less physical antics, often giving just as good as she got. Just seeing it filled Raven with a warm, safe feeling. While the pair had been gone, she’d almost become afraid of them wanting to get a house of their own. Especially with the baby coming. What she was seeing told her the exact opposite was true. “What do ya mean ya want me to go on another tour for this album?!” protested Manson, breaking the easy going atmosphere in a split second.
    Moving before she had realized what was happening, Raven grabbed the arm of her fiance; soothing him with a kiss to his cheek. “Shhhh, its fine Manny; wouldn’t this be the perfect time to prove our point?” she whispered, the singer reluctantly nodded; taking a breath before giving her forehead a smooch.

    “Guess I could squeeze it in though... It’ll only be for a few months though, end of story. I’m not willing to go on year long marathons anymore,” the celebrity insisted, hanging up with a sigh as Johnny shot him a concerned look.
    “I have to leave tomorrow with the guys. We’ll use a substitute drummer for Ging, given the fact we’d be gone during the birth of his child. We’ll send out for him a week or so after its born, however. That way he can still get some pay for the gig,” he explained, rubbing the back of his head with an irritated expression on his pale face.
    The percussionist simply breathed a sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around his wife as if he was afraid he’d be forced to separate from her anyway. “Thanks Manson. I really appreciate this,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Amanda’s temple. The journalist could only hum her approval, leaning into the bleach blonde beside her as worried eyes traveled to her long time friend. The slightly younger woman seemed happy enough yet she couldn’t help but be worried. Separation from Marilyn had never been something the nervous woman handled well. A few months without him would be a true test of her resolve. The writer just hoped the ex-artist was up to the challenge.
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