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

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Author’s Note: ‘Born to be a king, I ask one thing in return: a front seat to watch Earth burn.’ - Loki (Marvel)

Chapter Fourteen: Stress Test
    Getting through the mob of camera wielders had been an absolute nightmare. As soon as the bus doors had opened, the mass of people had crowded in and began firing off camera flashes. Manson had reacted instantly, shoving Raven behind him while keeping a tense arm wrapped around her. As soon as the crowd saw them together, all new questions burst forth as they pressed forward with microphones outstretched. “Get the fuck back!” Jeordie snarled, causing the sea of humanity to part. Not wasting time, the small group ran for the house; locking themselves inside.
    “Holy fuck Megs,” Amanda groaned, leaning against the closed door.
    “They’ve been out there since this morning,” a baritone sighed, causing the group to startle badly.
    “Tom,” Raven gasped out, barely managing to grab Manson’s arm to stop him from charging forward. The amused actor held up his hands as he grinned at the high strung crowd.
    “Toooom,” Amanda groaned, looking torn between wanting to hide behind Ginger and wanting to charge forward to give the TV star a hug. The square faced male only smirked at the flustered journalist, only stopping when two black blurs darted from behind him and nearly knocked him over.
    The stunned artist and her roomie only had mere seconds before their respective pets barreled into them, knocking the two females to the ground. Lady’s tail wagged wildly as she licked her master’s face, Mystery doing the same to the curly haired female that belonged to her. “I think they missed us,” Raven giggled, missing the panicked look that had briefly flashed across Manson’s make-up coated face. For a few seconds, the rock star looked about ready to kick the dog before he took a deep breath to compose himself.
    “Anyone else here,” the stressed singer gritted out, his angry, mismatched eyes moving to the unexpected and unwanted guest.
    “Who do you think let him in?” came a familiar baritone from the living room, drawing everyone’s attention to said room as an exhausted but relieved looking Johnny appeared.
    Manson stiffened slightly at first, his mismatched eyes narrowing for a split second before he relaxed with a defeated grin. Then the tall male was walking into the house, dragging Raven behind him as he lead her to the living room. “Good to see ya man,” the rock star murmured to the ragged looking actor, placing a companionable hand on his shoulder. Behind him, Ginger was giving Welling an outright death glare as he wrapped an almost possessive arm around Amanda’s shoulders.
    During the tour, Amanda had pulled him aside to tell him about the actor as well as her confused feelings. As much as it hurt the drummer, if the journalist chose Tom; he would let her go. Until then though, he was going to fight for the woman he loved. The T.V. star only gave him an arrogant smirk before his blue gaze shifted to the flustered, blue cad female beside the musician. As soon as his gaze landed on her, his expression shifted to one of tender longing for a brief second before his suave mask slammed back into place. Just seeing that let the bleach blonde know his job would not be an easy one.
    “How was your trip?” the dark haired male asked, breaking the silence as he turned to gesture for them to come into the house. Ginger only narrowed his eyes before sighing and moving into the kitchen.
    Manson threw himself on the couch, dragging a stunned Raven to sit beside him. Lady, who had trotted behind them, hopped in her lap and got comfortable. Ignoring the canine, the superstar pulled the midnight clad female close and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Giggling slightly at the small gesture, the artist looked up at the rocker and was just about to give him a kiss of her own when a loud bang on the front door caused her to jump back. The singer’s reaction was immediate, his tattooed arms wrapping tightly around her as he began to murmur softly in her ear. “The police will be here soon,” assured the forgotten movie star, drawing the attention of a tense Marilyn.
    “Good, thanks,” he bit out curtly, the burning look in his heterochromic gaze telling the actor to fuck off. Right now he desperately needed some space to just be with Raven and decompress. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem about to happen.
    Just as a compliant but concerned looking Depp was about to leave, his band shoved into the large room; talking amongst themselves loudly. Releasing a quiet growl, the high-strung ‘Rock God’ scooped up his terrified girlfriend and stormed upstairs. He didn’t see the concerned gaze Johnny was giving his retreating back. “It’ll be okay. A lot happened after you left and Manny is feeling a bit protective. It’s best we just leave them be for now,” Twiggy whispered gently as Pogo sauntered past them and flung himself on the couch.
    “C’mon John-o! Let’s just sit back and relax,” the keyboardist urged, patting an empty cushion next to him with a grin. The tanned actor only grimaced before choosing to sit in a chair instead. As much as he was worried for the shy, soft spoken female, he knew Jeordie was right. The best thing he could do was just wait until the pair came back down.
    The room that Manson had once occupied while living with her was depressingly empty. His mismatched eyes narrowed before he simply turned around and lead her to her room instead. “Hope you don’t mind. I would rather not have reminders of what happened right now,” he gritted out, a muscle ticking in his painted cheek as he swung her door opened and ushered her inside. To his shock, the poster still adorned her wall right where it had when he had first come in here.
    “I... cared about you a lot before I even met you. I was... obsessed with you for quite a long time when I was a teen. I owned a lot of your shirts, several posters, all of your CDs. I wrote fanfics, read wiki articles. After a while, I began wanting to actually have a relationship. I guess it was kind of a strange fantasy I turned to because of what was going on in my life,” she found herself blurting as a blush colored her cheeks. Manson turned to stare at her, an indiscernible expression on his make-up coated face that made her nervous.
    “It... it got better as I got older. I gradually grew to accept that something like a relationship between us couldn’t happen and that helped a lot of my more obsessive tendencies. Yet I kept worrying about you, kept looking up information just to make sure you were alive. Everytime something bad happened to you, I couldn’t help but want to help you in some way. You were all I had for so long, it didn’t seem right that you were so miserable,” she continued avoiding his gaze as she walked over to her bed and sat on the deep red sheets.
    Her heart pounded in her ears as she clasped her shaking hands between her tensed thighs. She had no idea why she was telling him all of this, Hell she knew just how bad it sounded. To anybody else, she would sound like a crazy stalker, obsessed with knowing his every move. In reality, all she had done was look at a wiki article every so often just to assure herself he was doing alright. What she had seen was a man that was just as unstable as she was and her heart had gone out to him. She had never actively searched for his address or anything but she had secretly hoped to meet up with him.
    The sinking of her mattress startled the nervous woman badly and she found herself instinctively flinching back from Manson when she noticed he had sat down beside her. To her shock, the tall male looked hurt by her fear. “Well, you already told me some of this but it certainly explains a lot. I guess that would make us even in how much we know about each other, huh?” he rumbled in a joking tone before he wrapped a long arm around her shoulders.
    “N-none of this bothers you?” the stunned artist asked, staring up at him as her heart continued to beat in her ears. Instead of looking angry, paranoid or disgusted, the rock star simply looked a strange mixture of amused and worried.
    “Not really. Despite how much stuff of mine you collected, you haven’t pinned any fantasies on me. You seem to have no expectations of me despite knowing all that you do and I honestly appreciate it. Raven, I honestly feel comfortable around you; something I’ve never felt around anyone,” he whispered, wrapping strong arm around her shoulders and leaning his forehead against hers.
    Stunned, the artist couldn’t help but giggle as relieved tears began to stream down her marble cheeks. To be honest, she had been dreading telling him this part about herself. She had been afraid he would leave her, accuse her of only wanting to get in his pants because she was obsessed with him. It was so much more than that to her! He had saved her life, had given her a reason to keep living. She had only wanted to repay just the tiniest bit of that, maybe even be his friend. Now, now she found herself sitting on her bed with the rock star; the much taller man beginning to press loving kisses to her face. If her younger self had been here, she would practically be doing cartwheels. “All this means is that you’ve loved me for a long time and I bet you only really wanted to meet me at first,” he murmured quietly, breaking her out of her thoughts.
    “You seemed so lonely, all I wanted to do was help in some way. Even if I managed to just bring a smile to your face, that would have been enough. Though, I honestly wanted to be your friend. You just seemed like you had so few that you actually trust,” Raven replied, a sad smile on her face as her eyes shyly met his. The expression in the whitish blue and brown orbs nearly took her breath away.
    A man that was infamous for his sour temper, for never caring for anyone but himself; was staring at her with such adoration that it made her heart ache. Swallowing a lump of happy tears and not quite succeeding, the timid female slowly craned herself up to meet his lips with hers. Two tears escaped down her cheeks, getting caught immediately by the singer’s thumbs as his hands came up to cradle her head in his hands. “Raven, you have treated me more human than anyone else ever has; an impressive feat for someone as obsessed as you had been. You don’t see me as some superhero here to save you. You don’t see me as only my anger or my nymphomania. You don’t badger me about my drinking despite the fact that it worries you. You have forgiven me for far more than you should and yet ask nothing in return,” he rasped, his voice shaky with emotion as he pulled back just long enough to say those words.
    Then his lips were devouring hers hungrily as he laid her back on her red silk covered bed. Breaking the kiss with a ragged growl, Manson shocked them both by pulling back and closing his eyes tightly. His thin chest heaved with the effort of holding himself back as his hands opened and closed spastically on the bed. Raven could only look at him from her position on the bed for a few moments before her body moved of it’s own accord. “Mare?” she asked in a questioning voice as she sat up, wondering immediately if she had done something wrong. Old fears filled her in a rush and she felt bile rise from her stomach. Maybe he wasn’t attracted to her after all.
    “I can’t... as much as I want to all I can think about is those fucks out there surrounding your house. Where the fuck is the motherfucking police?!” the rocker fumed, stress clear under the fury in his tone. Every muscle in his body was tense, as if it was taking everything inside him not to rush out and beat the paparazzi to a bloody pulp.
    “Manson, calm down. We’re safe in the house. As eager as those assholes are for a story, I doubt any of them want to have a B&E on their record,” the black wearing woman soothed, placing a hand on his arm in an effort to draw his attention back to her.
    The superstar flinched at her touch, giving her a briefly terrified look before relaxing ever so slightly. “Yeah, yeah you’re right. It’s not as if you’re really all that famous anyway. The longer you stay out of the limelight, the sooner they’ll get bored and move on,” the painfully thin male murmured, almost as if he was trying to reassure himself. The woman beside him could only give him an understanding, worried smile as she wrapped her arms around his and snuggled into his side. Closing her eyes and breathing deeply, she took in his scent; smiling at the comfort she felt from just his smell.
    Despite how tattooed it was, the skin of his arm was almost baby soft and she found herself rubbing her cheek along it like a cat. Blushing a bit at her actions, the flustered artist cleared her throat and pulled back just slightly to look up at the rock star’s face. His decorated visage stared back down at her fondly, a small smile playing on his black lips. Looking up in his mismatched orbs, Raven found herself coming to a decision and straddled his lap. Manson seemed just as shocked by this development as she was and looked up at her with a dumbfounded expression.
    Clearing her throat and nibbling her lower lip shyly, the flustered female carefully pulled herself off his lap and gestured for him to pull himself on the bed. “Raven, wha...,” the confused male husked out, his black nailed hands clutching in the crimson sheets as his chest heaved. His approval of the situation stood out in clear relief in his skin tight black jeans, making her body flush with desire and embarrassment.
    “J-just trust me okay?” she begged, her heart racing in her chest as she moved to the door on shaky legs and locked it. The sound of the tumblers turning was like a gun going off in the tense room and the already unsure Raven found herself very much regretting this idea. Maybe what she had in mind would only make things that much worse, not better.
    Thankfully Manson only gave her a nod before positioning his long body on the bed. His head was propped up by her pillows and his intense gaze was fixed on her as he watched her curiously. Coughing nervously, the freelancer rubbed her arms as she began to approach him like one would approach a hungry wolf that hadn’t been feed in weeks. All too soon she found her shins meeting the bed and she took a deep breath to steady herself before she crawled onto the mattress. ‘It’s just your boyfriend for fuck’s sake! You’ve fucking done this before! Get a goddamn grip!’ her mind supplied helpfully as she found her gaze unable to move up from her red sheets.
    “Raven,” came a soft rasp, making her look up at the understanding gaze of the celebrity. Before he could say anything else, the frustrated femme was locking her lips on his as her hands fumbled with the button on his too tight pants.
    “Mmph,” the stunned man hummed, his body tensing as his hands moved to stop hers.
    “Mmm.. Raven shtop,” he whispered, his voice distorted by the fact her lips were on top of his.
    Instead of stopping, the determined woman tilted her head to deepen the kiss; her tongue licking his soft lips as she fought off his hands. Soon the tense male gave in with a groan, his arms wrapping around her as he opened his mouth to allow her in. Meeting his tongue with her own, Raven fumbled blindly until she pulled his awakening member free of the denim material encasing his bony hips. Then she was breaking the kiss, dragging in a ragged inhale as her hazel eyes met his blueish white left eye and brown right eye. The mismatched orbs were full of lust, protectiveness and a deep worry for her. The look on his make-up coated face told her that he needed a way to release some tension or there was going to be a violent explosion very soon.
    Giving him a gentle smile, the embarrassed artist slowly moved down his lithe form until her eyesight was level with his quickly hardening manhood. The knowledge that it was her touch that was awakening him helped boost her confidence greatly as she slowly bent down to give the slightly musky flesh a slow lick. Manson’s reaction was quick and violent, his hips jerking as he let out a harsh hiss. His hands flew to her head as he began to try to pull her up. “Mare, please. We’re safe in here, the door is locked and everything. Let me do this or you’re going to explode,” the flushed female begged, looking up at him with pleading eyes as she fought to stay right where she was.
    The tense performer was looking down at her with a conflicted expression, his erection pulsing and hitting her under the chin. This seemed to be the last straw for the highly sexual male and his hands fell to his sides. Groaning loudly, his watched her intently as she licked along his rod; giving the mushroomed tip a loving kiss. “Christ Raven,” he rasped, his hands clenching in the silk sheets as she slowly engulfed his head in her mouth. Then she was moving slowly down his pulsing flesh, eliciting a ragged moan. His hips tensed and shuddered from the effort to keep from thrusting and the singer’s head was tilted back with his eyes squeezed shut.
    To her, it looked like her was both suffering immeasurable pain and indescribable pleasure at the same time. Inwardly pleased by this, Raven began to move slowly up and down on his turgid flesh; her tongue pressed flat against the veiny underside as she sucked. She could feel the muscles in his lower stomach pulsing as she increased speed, his tiny keens music to her ears. “Mnnn, fuck love,” the ‘God of Fuck’ hissed, his hips thrusting shallowly as his hands wound in her ebony hair. Then he was tugging gently and whimpering as he tried to pull himself free of her mouth.
    She was just about to stop and beg him to let her finish when she heard him let out a heart breaking whimper that was full of pain. “Please, please. I wanna... after all this time... please, let me cum inside you,” he pleaded in a breathless voice that sounded on the verge of tears. Slowly pulling her mouth off him, Raven looked up to see tears rimming his heterochromic orbs.
    “Please... let me feel you again,” the rock star husked, wincing slightly as his manhood pulsed; pouring pre on his stomach.
    Feeling her old panic rising within her but unable to say no to the begging look in his eyes, the determined woman quickly removed her pants and panties before positioning herself over Manson’s manhood. Licking her too dry lips, the nervous woman positioned him so she could easily slide down on him before she looked up at him with realization all over her pale face. They had forgotten a condom and she currently lacked any birth control. In all honesty, she had never planned to have sex and found the whole thing unnecessary as well as expensive. “Check my pocket,” came a growl that was full of urgency, making her jump just slightly.
    Giving the singer below her an embarrassed grin, she reached into the pocket of the jeans he still wore. Inside was a packet of condoms, making her wonder idly if it was simply a habit from his days of sleeping around. If it was, she certainly wasn’t going to complain. It saved them both unwanted STDs as well as pregnancies. It also helped her feel a bit better about his past indiscretions to see he had at least used protection. Tearing one off the strip and opening it, Raven couldn’t help but examine the odd object. She had read plenty of fanfics but had never actually seen a condom up close. It looked like a round disk of plastic, not at all something that would fit on the pulsing flesh beneath her. To be honest, she had no idea how to put the thing on.
    Manson only gave her a half amused look as he reached out an open palm for the rubber object. “Here, let me do that,” he offered, a teasing glint to his heterochromic eyes as he gestured for her to lift herself off him. To be honest, it made something darkly feral stir within him to know she was too innocent to know how to put on a condom. The fact that he was corrupting her so thoroughly made his blood race in his veins and his black nailed fingers shook as they rolled on the lubricated sleeve. He hated the feeling of the plastic on his skin as well as the way it was nearly choking a very vital part of him but he was more willing to put up with this than he was and STD or an unexpected child.
    Raven took deep breaths in an effort to calm herself as her famous boyfriend put the condom in place. Her heart still thudded loudly in her ears as her vision swam and blurred from her building panic. Biting her lip and using the pain to clear her mind, the determined female straddled his lap and positioned him once more. His thighs rose up behind her as his hands came to rest on her hips, his lust clouded gaze staring at her expectantly. “Are you ready?” he husked out in a concerned voice, his left hand snaking under her to touch her slit.
    His fingers on her flesh were electric, causing the artist to arch her back in pleasure as a groan escaped her quivering lips. Skilled fingers delved past her plump lips and into her slick passage, probing lightly at the slickness they found there. “Mmm. Not quite yet. Take off your shirt for me,” Manson hissed, his tone urgent and throaty as his hand continued to play with her womanhood. Releasing a shuddering moan, Raven closed her eyes as she peeled off her shirt; leaving her in just her bra.
    “The bra too,” he rasped, his fingers leaving her now aching, pulsing passage to play with her sensitive button.
    Biting her lower lip once again, the ashamed female slowly removed to last shred of her clothing; doing her level best to hold back the wave of self hatred that washed over her. Then his hands were pressing into her back, forcing her to lean forward to allow his lipstick coated lips to cover a sensitive nipple. The touch of his tongue against her drew a shuddery moan from the panting artist, causing electric shocks of pleasure to race through her body and collect in her womb. Then there was the noise Manson released as he gently scraped his teeth along her sensitive flesh. It was a low, raspy snarl, the sound seeming to center in her womanhood and pulse pleasurably.
    Wetness gushed from between her shaking thighs, coating the fingers that relentlessly teased her engorged clit. Releasing her nipple with a low growl, the panting rock star craned himself up to press his lips against hers. The hand between her legs moved to grasp his pulsing, rubber coated manhood, positioning it to make it easier for the female above him to lower herself onto him. His mismatched orbs watched the flustered, lust filled woman intently, secretly wondering if she was going to chicken out at the last second. A possibility that nearly made him shake from fear. He had no idea what he would do if that happened and had no desire to find out.
    Raven panted heavily as she felt heavy desire rise and ebb within her in thick, jolting pulses. Her thighs shuddered as a pleasurable ache emanated from her junction. Giving the expectant male below her a heated glance, the pale female reached between them to assure herself of his position before slowly lowering herself down. As his condom coated tip began to enter, she hissed at the slight burn as she stretched around him. In seconds his fingers were there, gently teasing her clit in an effort to ease her descent. “Relax as much as you can, it’ll help,” Manson rasped in a breathy voice, his hips jerking ever so slightly despite his best efforts.
    Taking a deep breath and focusing on the fingers teasing her sensitive pearl, the milky female waited until she felt the pain abate a bit before continuing her slow descent. “Mmmm fffuck. So goddamn tight,” the superstar sighed in a tortured voice, one of his hands rest on her hip while the other continued to play with her. Raven could only release a throaty groan, her head rolling on her neck as she felt her pain turning into pleasure. Lust and need rolled through her body in pulses, centering and tightening in her lower belly.
    Soon he was hilted within her, giving her the sensation of being more full than she ever had. Moaning at the sensation, Raven arched her back as she lightly raked her nails down Manson’s heaving chest. The rock star below her released a strained groan, his hips bucking once before he stilled and waited for her to adjust. “So fucking tight. Soooo fucking tiiiight,” he hissed in a throaty voice, his breath coming in quick gasps as his dilated pupils fixed on her.
    “M-manson, oh God. S-so full,” the shuddering woman gasped out before she began to move up and down.
    All too soon her rhythm faltered,her body simply unable to overcome the immense amount of pleasure racing through her veins. It felt so good it nearly hurt and her entire body shook from the power of what was happening inside her. Manson only released a low snarl, his hips snapping up into hers as his painted nails dug into her skin. Then her vision was going white as she exploded, her body going stiff as his name left her lips in a loud cry. The singer stiffened soon after, whispered her name heatedly as he clasped her close to his scarred torso.
    The spent pair lay together for several long moments, his softening member slipping free of her wet warmth. Manson groaned in a way that made need pulse dimly through her once more as his painted lips ghosted over her sweaty face. “Thanks,” he rasped, his arms wrapping around her as he pulled her tight against his slightly bony body. Raven could only blush heatedly, coming to the realization that everyone downstairs must have heard her cries. All at once panic began to override her sated stupor and her body went stiff as her heart began to race in her ears.
    Suddenly her chin was being tipped up and her lips captured in a heated kiss, his hands pulling her hips tight against his. “Don’t worry about them,” he growled in a stern tone, his hands massaging her buttcheeks. His fingers molded and kneaded the soft flesh like bread, occasionally spreading her open to the cool air.
    “B-but,” she stammered, whimpering slightly when his lips met hers a bit more insistently.
    “No,” he stated simply, pulling her to nestle against his slightly sweaty body. Then he was releasing her slowly to pull off the full condom, dumping the semen filled object into the trash next to the bedside dresser.
    “You’re going to have to clean that out mister,” Raven murmured in an unsteady but playful tone as she slowly began to relax against him. As odd as the sensation of him playing with her ass was, it honestly felt good.
    Manson chuckled gruffly, slowly pulling himself away from her to stand up. Just as she was about to protest his absence, the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ removed his clinging jeans. Then he was rejoining her, pulling her tight against him once more as he released a content sigh. “I’ll do it after a quick nap,” he purred, nestling his nose into her hair and inhaling deeply. Feeling a bit exhausted from their earlier activities, Raven simply couldn’t find it in herself to argue. Instead; she simply cuddled into his bony chest, heaved a deep sigh and let his slow breathing lull her to sleep.
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