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Tainted Love	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Marilyn Manson or anything affiliated with him or the band. I don't know any of these famous people in real life and none of this story happened. This is fiction and just for fun. I make no profit from this.

Chapter List
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Warning!!: Illegal drug use.
Author’s Note: ‘There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.’ - Raoul Duke
‘Devour’ belongs to Marilyn Manson

Chapter Fifteen: One Toke Over the Line
Raven awoke in her bed after a night she couldn’t really remember. All she knew for sure was that, instead of taking her home after Bazooko’s Circus, Johnny had stuffed some mescaline pills down her throat and they had driven off. Groaning, Raven sat up; rubbing her sandpaper tongue against the dry rug of the roof of her mouth. There was a faint taste of vomit in the back of her throat, making her swallow reflexively.
As she tried to get out of bed, a very male arm wrapped around her t-shirt covered waist. Freezing in place as her face went a deep crimson, Raven turned very slowly to see Johnny fast asleep next to her. He was nestled in as close to her as her could get, only dressed in a pair of loosed sleeping pants. “Oh fuck noodles,” Raven hissed, a mixture of mortification and arousal rising within her.
Desperately hoping they only snuggled all night, Raven gently pulled free. Once she was free of both the sheets and Johnny, she took a careful assessment of herself. She wasn’t sore and still wore her undergarments. With a sigh of relief, Raven tiptoed into her bathroom. She turned on the faucet, cupping her hands under the icy stream and slurping it up from the cupped appendages. When she had relieved her thirst enough to withstand getting dressed, Raven left the bathroom and was greeted with the sight of Johnny sitting up in bed.
The half asleep actor was looking around with a sort of half asleep panic as he tried to figure out where she had gone. Finally his brown eyes found her form and a relieved smile appeared on his face. His growing goatee now had a few days growth to it, making it look a bit thicker and Raven couldn’t help but notice as well as subconsciously approve.
When his unfocused eyes finally found her, relief filled his lithe frame. “Raven, I thought you had run away for a second,” he murmured softly, getting out of bed slowly.
“Nah, I was just thirsty. Not to mention it was kinda awkward to wake up in bed next to you,” she replied quietly, digging in her dresser for some clothes.
“I’ll, um, let you get dressed,” the actor replied quietly, leaving the room as quickly as he could.
Sharing the actor’s discomfiture, Raven pulled on a black t-shirt as well as a pair of black jeans before leaving the room as well. As soon as she entered the main area of the suite, she noticed Amanda sitting at the table and Johnny sitting on the couch. Flushing a bit at the awkwardness of having spent a night in bed with the handsome actor, Raven skittered into the kitchen and got herself a ‘Red Pop’.
Opting to sit by Amanda, Raven twisted off the top of her soda and took a long drink from the bottle. Amanda smirked at the nervous female over her Superman mug. “So, did you two have fun last night?” Amanda asked teasingly, taking a small sip of her black coffee. Raven nearly spat out her mouthful of soda, swallowing the fizzy fluid instead and coughing slightly when her mouth was finally clear.
“Wh-what? We did nothing!” Raven coughed out, resting a hand over her racing heart. Amanda only laughed before shaking her head.
“I know. Johnny carried you in at 3 a.m. last night. He was acting… different when he came in but I didn’t think anything of it. He put you to bed and just never left your room,” Amanda replied, resting her hand gently over Raven’s right hand.
Raven sighed in relief, relaxing slightly at the knowledge that her suspicions were confirmed. “Well, at least there’s that,” Raven murmured softly, taking another sip of her soda. A sudden dark shadow over her made her jump slightly as she looked up to see Johnny looking down at her sadly.
“Do you really think so little of me to assume I would take advantage of the state you were in?” he asked quietly, an odd tenseness to his voice.
“No! Of course not! I was more worried I had done something,” Raven confessed, meeting his troubled, brown eyes.
“Even if you had tried, I would have simply refused,” he assured gently, kneeling down so he could look straight into her hazel eyes.
“Huh, that hadn’t occurred to me,” Raven replied with a small smile, hugging Johnny around his neck.
Johnny closed his brown eyes, his arms coming up to wrap around Raven’s waist. “Raven, you’re very important to me. All I want is your happiness. I would never do anything to hurt you if I can possibly help it,” he whispered, his baritone voice thick with emotion as he gently nuzzled her neck. He gave her neck a small kiss before he pulled away with a smile.
“Now, I have some things planned for us today. I’m going to get ready, you eat something,” he announced boisterously, cupping her cheek before he trotted off to his room.
Raven stared after the actor, a dazed look on her face and a light blush coloring her pale cheeks as her bandaged left hand rested over the place where he had touched her. “I think he likes you,” Amanda teased gently, elbowing Raven in the ribs.
“That’s the problem,” Raven whispered, a look of concern beginning to knit her brow.
“How on Earth is a gorgeous guy like him liking you a problem in any way!” the curly haired female responded loudly, astonishment in her voice. She looked at her friend with a mixture of disbelief and exasperation. She would gladly swap spaces with the other female in a heartbeat!
“Because I’m already in a relationship, as odd as it is, with Marilyn Manson. What makes it worse is I’m starting to develop feelings for Johnny too,” Raven replied quietly, lowering her head shamefully.
“So dump that ass and get with Johnny! Johnny would treat you so much better than that fuckwad ever could,” Amanda urged, resting her hand on top of Raven’s right hand again. Raven looked at her with such a harsh look that she immediately removed her hand, recoiling away from her long time friend.
“How dare you. When I get in a relationship, its because I intend to be with that person for my entire life! I would never toss Manson aside like that! Never!! Do you have any idea what that what do to him, to me?! Not to mention what it would do to Johnny!” Raven hissed angrily, getting to her feet slowly while glowering down at Amanda. If looks could kill, Amanda would have been reduced to a smoking pile of ashes.
Raven moved to the couch, taking an angry chug from her bottle of soda as she sat down. Amanda followed soon after, cautiously sitting next to the black haired female. “I’m sorry Raven, I was out of line,” she whispered, not quite daring to look at her friend. Raven only snorted derisively in reply, getting up to go to the kitchen.
She wasn’t particularly hungry, she just wanted to put distance between herself and Amanda. She was afraid that if she stayed near the other woman for much longer she would punch her dear friend. Sighing, Raven rummaged around in the cupboards for a bit before pulling out a bowl and can of ravioli. At the sight of the food her stomach came alive with a loud grumble causing a light blush to color her pale cheeks. Clearing her throat in embarrassment, Raven popped the canned concoction into the microwave for three minutes. “Sounds like you were hungry after last night,” came a baritone purr from behind her, causing Raven to jump slightly.
The black haired female whirled around to see ‘Raoul’ smiling at her with a full cigarette holder in his mouth. Today he was wearing a red hawaiian shirt that hung open to reveal a white tank top, white shorts, a white sun hat, orange tinted aviator sunglasses and white converse sneakers. He took a slow drag off his cigarette, blowing the smoke off to the side before giving her cheek a gentle kiss. “J- er Raoul! Wha?!” Raven responded, a deep blush appearing on his cheeks.
“What? I’m not allowed to kiss my gal?” he chuckled, pulling her close and grinning at her.
“I, wha, buh, what?!” Raven squeaked out, her hazel eyes going wide as both flusterment and arousal exploded inside of her.
“Aw c’mon, I’m just jerking your chain,” ‘Raoul’ laughed, releasing her and going to the table.
Raven couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief as she tried to slow down her heart. For a moment she had thought Johnny was being serious. Once her heart had stopped trying to beat its way out of her chest, she took a shaky drink of her soda. A loud beep from the microwave caused her to nearly jump out of her skin. Clutching the black material of her shirt over her racing heart, Raven whirled around and growled at the unassuming appliance.
‘Raoul’ chuckled at the unbalanced female, twirling his red cigarette holder in his fingers. He had purely done what he had to see what her reaction would be and he hadn’t been disappointed. She would be thrown off balance all day but he had to admit that she was just adorable when flustered.
Raven grabbed the steaming bowl with a hot pad, looking at the table ‘Raoul’ sat up with a fair amount of apprehension. “Well, come on,” he coaxed gently, patting the chair beside him. Taking a deep breath, Raven moved over to the table and sat down. ‘Raoul’ kept smiling at her as she ate, occasionally taking drags of the cigarette in the holder.
Once she had finished eating, the ‘journalist’ slid her a few odd looking pills across the table. “Ugh, is there any way I can get out of taking those?” she asked quietly, placing a hand on her head.
“Mmmmm, nope!” he exclaimed excitedly, with a quick shake of his head.
Making an odd whimpering noise, Raven took the brown matter containing capsules with a swallow of ‘Red Pop’. As soon as they were down ‘Raoul’ slid a strange sheet of stamps across the table. This time the picture on the stamps was of Scooby-Doo. “Oooooh no! I had enough of a weird time yesterday! Hell, I don’t even remember yesterday!” Raven exclaimed, sliding the sheet back towards him.
“Now, now. You’ll be perfectly safe. This sheet of blotter is a bit weaker than the one from yesterday to compensate,” ‘Raoul’ encouraged, pushing the sheet back towards her insistently.
“And you’ll probably make my day a living hell if I don’t take some,” Raven grumbled, running a hand through her shoulder length black hair.
“Sounds like me doesn’t it,” he quipped, grinning around the cigarette holder in his mouth.
“And you probably wholeheartedly encourage this, don’t you Amanda,” Raven sighed, plunking her head down onto the table. Her head made a hollow thumping noise as it hit the table.
Still shaken from the earlier disagreement, Amanda looked at Raven over the back of the couch in shock. It took her a few moments to absorb what had been said and a teasing smile curled her lips. “Of course I do!” Amanda exclaimed excitedly.
Raven could only shake her head while it still rested on the table, a small grin appearing on her lips. As much as she was protesting, she was actually excited to see where today would take her. With gentle fingers, the black haired female tore off a couple squares from the sheet and put them in her mouth.
Manson was absolutely thrilled, they were ahead of schedule and by the looks of it they would be in Vegas by that night. He was so excited to see Raven after such a long separation he wanted to sprout wings and fly the rest of the way. “Can’t you drive any faster?” he snarled to the driver.
“Sorry Marilyn, I am doin’ the best I can,” Time responded, a patient grin on his red painted lips.
Manson wasn’t the only one on the edge of his seat either. Ginger was pacing impatiently, nearly driving the other band members insane. “Fucking love birds,” Pogo grumbled with a good natured grin on his pale face.
“Oh fuck off Madonna,” Ginger growled, running a hand through his chin length, bleach blonde hair. The drummer was uncharacteristically short with his fellow bandmates due to his nervousness. This would be his first date with Amanda and he hoped against hope that what he chose was something she would enjoy.
“Hey, take it easy Ging. I’m just playin’,” Pogo replied, coming up behind the drummer and putting a gentle hand on his back.
“I know. I’m just so nervous man! I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” Ginger sighed, putting his head in his hands.
“I know how you feel Ginger,” Manson whispered, coming up beside the drummer and putting a tattooed arm around Ginger’s shoulders.
Ginger nearly jumped out of his skin when Manson placed his arm around him. The singer had never offered comfort to any of them before, especially him. The drummer was used to being the band’s whipping boy, calmly accepting all the abuse thrown at him with no complaint. So it was no surprise that the usually abusive singer’s behavior had thrown him for a loop. “Uh, thanks,” Ginger murmured, half sincere and half scared out of his mind.
“At least you taking Amanda out will give Raven and I some much needed privacy,” Manson stated with a smirk, pulling away from the pale drummer.
There was the Manson he was familiar with! Laughing and rolling his brown eyes, Ginger shook his head. “Have something special planned?” Giger inquired, quirking a blonde brow.
“Actually, I do. It seems Raven may have inspired a new album already. I wrote a few songs for her last night. I plan on singing her one after dinner,” he replied, his mismatched eyes sparkling with excitement.
People kept morphing into strange animals and weird colors swirled around her as her world tipped and swayed. The ground and walls seemed to almost be melting around her as someone she almost didn’t recognize led her into a huge, open room filled with dancing people. Lights of many colors bounced around the room as a band played on a raised platform near the back. Questions formed in her mind but refused to leave her mouth correctly as she was lead in a stumbling line towards a table.
In a sudden time skip, Raven found herself sitting down with what looked like food on a plate in front of her. With the way things kept morphing and twisting around her she couldn’t be sure. The music was just a jumbled mess of noise to her ears when in reality it was a band playing a cover of Jefferson Airplane’s ‘Somebody to Love’. The familiar stranger across from her was gently guiding her hands to the supposed food in front of her, a strange garbled voice murmuring nonsense as he did so. Sensing she was supposed to eat whatever it was she was holding, Raven took a bite; grimacing as a flood of unfamiliar flavors filled her mouth.
The next thing she knew she was in the middle of the dance floor with her odd companion. He seemed personable enough, didn’t even leave her side for one moment. Not letting herself be concerned with such things, Raven began to ‘dance’. In reality she was just kinda flailing around under the close watch of ‘Raoul’.
Another jump and she was heaving into the toilet, whatever she ate earlier making an encore appearance. A soothing male voice came from behind her as another wave was forced out of her heaving stomach. Finally it was over and a gentle hand was wiping something from her chin with a paper towel. She was gently helped to her feet as the white room titled around her.
She was led in halting steps toward what looked like sinks but were horribly wrong. They almost seemed to be melting to the floor as she got closer. The faucet was turned on, spewing forth a rush of icy water that almost burned her skin to touch. A gentle hand is scooping water up to her dry mouth and she drinks it mindlessly, gratefully.
Another jump and she’s back in the suite, being forced to sit down on the couch. A strange but familiar woman sits by her as her odd male companion fetches her a glass of water. Taking a sip, Raven smiled up at the two people. She wanted to tell them just how grateful she was for them taking care of her but the words wouldn’t come out right. Whatever she said got a confused smile from her two companions and she shrugged. Maybe she was coming down a bit but the world had stopped twisted morphing and melting around her. She was even beginning to recognize the two people watching her so closely. A sudden knock startled all of them, even causing Raven to jump to her feet unsteadily.
As ‘Raoul’ tried to coax Raven to sit back down, Amanda cautiously went to the door. Almost afraid to open it, she peered through the peephole first, confused by what she saw. “Uh, bad news Johnny. Manson’s back early,” Amanda whispered, backing away from the door slightly.
“Fuck!” Johnny swore, breaking character entirely. There was no telling what Manson would do to him if he saw Raven in this condition. Another, more impatient knock, drew both of their attention back to the door. Sooner or later they would have to open it.
Taking in a deep, steadying breath, Amanda unlocked the door and slowly opened it. She opened her mouth to greet the group but was shoved rudely aside by Manson as he rushed into the suite. Noticing Ginger was about to hug her, the curly haired female waved him off; looking at Manson with concern. “We better batten down the hatches gentlemen. Things are about to get ugly,” she whispered, beginning to back out of the suite.
“Why, what happened?” Ginger asked, fear beginning to come into his brown eyes.
“Johnny gave Raven a couple psychedelics and she’s still a bit high,” Amanda answered, not encouraged by the horrified looks from the band members.
“What the fuck is wrong with her?!” came a furious yell from inside, making all of them wince in fear.
“Well, since its only 6 p.m. how would you feel about going on our date now?” Ginger asked, looking inside the still open suite with fear.
“Sounds like an excellent idea,” Amanda concurred, hurrying to the elevator with the others close on her heels.
Raven stared up at the two fuming males, desperately trying to make out what they were saying around the audio distortions. The other man that had just come in seemed very angry at her odd companion for reasons she couldn’t comprehend. The anger only seemed to be aggravated by her inability to speak or recognize the newcomer.
Johnny backed away from the fuming rockstar, pulling off his sunglasses and taking his cigarette holder from his mouth. “I gave her some psychedelics. She’ll be down soon,” the actor assured, beginning to move towards the still open door.
Manson’s mismatched eyes flashed dangerously as he noticed Johnny moving to escape. “Did she consent to this?” he hissed, his hands tightening into fists as he stood near Raven. As much as he wanted to punch Johnny right now, the singer was reluctant to leave the female’s side.
“Yes, I wouldn’t just shove shit down her throat for fuck’s sake,” Johnny growled, still moving towards the door. Manson only snorted in response, sitting on the couch next to Raven and gently taking her into his arms.
“How much longer?” he asked quietly, his voice still thick with rage.
“I’d give her another hour before she’s entirely down,” the actor responded, beginning to back out of the door of the suite. Once he had made it out, he slowly closed the door before practically running to the elevator. Thankfully the others were still waiting, giving him safety in numbers in case Manson decided to give chase.
“That was supremely dumb of you,” Pogo chuckled, flinging a chummy arm around Johnny’s hawaiian shirt clad shoulders.
Rolling his brown eyes, Johnny back out of Pogo’s embrace, bumping into a slightly angry looking Tim. Even Ginger seemed to be glaring at him slightly. “What?! I didn’t force anything on to her!” Johnny exclaimed just as the elevator dinged open to reveal an old couple. The mortified actor and the couple locked gazes for several long moments, awkward silence stretching between them as the door slowly slid shut again.
“Aw man you got the worst luck,” Pogo laughed, leaning on Johnny jovially.
“Just fuck off,” Johnny grumbled, glaring at the carpet as a blush colored his pale cheeks.
“Wanna come drinking with us?” John offered, looking off into space neutrally.
“Why not, my night is shot anyway,” the star replied with a sigh as the next elevator dinged open.
As Raven came back to Earth, she found herself wrapped in a pair of very familiar, black clad arms. A warm, familiar scent filled her nostrils and she snuggled closer to the source with a content sigh. The person holding her smelled of musk, sandalwood and something sharply electric. With a lazy smile, she opened her eyes slowly to look at who was holding her.
Her eyes immediately snapped wide open and her entire body went rigid as she realized just whose lap she was so comfortably ensconced in. A pair of mismatched eyes gazed warmly down at her, a gentle smile on a pair of black lips. Convince this was just another of her hallucinations from earlier, Raven closed her eyes shut, counted to ten and opened them. “M-marilyn?” she whispered in disbelief, reaching up with a shaky hand.
She stopped just inches from touching his painted skin, afraid that if she touched him he would simply disappear. He reached out with one hand and gently, but firmly forced her hand to meet his make-up coated cheek. “I got back early,” he whispered in a gruff voice, leaning his face into her touch as he held her hand to his cheek.
Tears filled her hazel eyes as happiness rose in a thick lump in her throat. With a wordless cry of sheer happiness, Raven flung her arms around Manson and began to sob. Her tears weren’t of sadness but of pure, unadulterated happiness. As she wept into the material of his black shirt, the singer closed his mismatched eyes and wrapped his arms around her in return. “Oh god! I missed you so much,” she gasped out, nuzzled his neck as she pressed herself as close to him as she could get.
“Shhh, I’m here now,” he murmured soothingly, gently pushing her back to better look her in the eyes. Raven smiled up at him, happiness and loved shining merrily in her hazel eyes.
“I missed you too,” he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion as he brushed her lips briefly with his own.
Raven responded by throwing her arms back around his neck with a needy whimper as she kissed him. Her tongue licked at his lips briefly, plunging in when he opened to her. As their tongue wrestled, Raven’s hands tightened on his shirt covered back. After what seemed like an endless time, Manson broke the kiss with a breathless groan. “Mmmm, Raven you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he panted out, shifting uncomfortably. The reason for his discomfort was made obvious by the outline of his erection in his tight pants.
Raven blushed a bit at the sight of the effect she had on the singer. She felt a huge spike in her confidence, smiling up at Manson as she cupped his cheek again. “I can take care of that if you want,” she purred in her best seductive voice, earning a shudder from the singer next to her.
“I doubt you’d be willing to take care of it in the way I want,” he groaned, his hands twitching slightly on his thighs. The sheer amount of need in his voice made Raven squirm with arousal and flusterment.
“Did I do that bad a job?” she asked quietly, avoiding his gaze as she began to twist the hem of her shirt. A gentle hand grabbed her chin, guiding her head back to face him.
“No, of course not. I enjoyed it immensely. I would just prefer to enjoy the rest of you,” he purred, his voice thick and gruff with lust.
Raven blushed a deep crimson but couldn’t help the shy smile that curled her lips. Manson’s mere words had sent an arrow of need right to her womanhood, making her fairly ache for him to take her. “You have no idea just how much I want to give myself to you,” she whispered, lust making her voice rough.
Manson’s mismatched orbs slipped shut as a shudder ran through his thin frame. “When you finally let me, I can assure you that you won’t regret it,” he growled in a shaky voice. Opening his eyes again, he gently took her bandaged hand in his, placing a loving kiss on top of the band-aid on top of her wrist.
Raven shuddered, a helpless moan escaping her lips. “W-well you might. I mean, I’m a virgin and not much to look at,” she whispered, lowering her head in shame. Once again his hand jerked her head up to look at him, his mismatched eyes burning with emotion.
“I was going to save this as a surprise for later, but I think you need to hear it now,” he whispered, an odd firmness in his eyes.
Raven looked at him with confusion as he got to his feet. Then he was gently pulling on her hand, encouraging her to join him. Blinking, Raven got to her feet, wondering what it was Manson was going to do. “I'll swallow up all of you like a big bottle of big, big pills,” he sang out softly, looking her in the eyes.
Raven looked at him with a mixture of confusion and wonder. This was a song she hadn’t heard before. Had he just written it? “You’re the one that I should never take but I can’t sleep until I devour you,” he continued, his voice full of emotion as he gently held her hands in his.
“I can’t sleep until I devour you,” he repeated with more conviction, locking his eyes with hers. Wonder filled Raven’s eyes as she listened. She didn’t dare believe it but it almost seemed as if he had written the song for her.
“You’re a flower that’s withering. I can’t feel your thorns in my head,” he whispered, his voice full of loneliness and longing as he rested his forehead against hers.
“This is no impressionability. You’re not crying, this is blood all over me. You’re not crying, this is blood all over me. You’re not crying, this is blood all over me,” he sang out, each line sounding more desperate and alone.
“And I’ll love you, if you let me,” he whispered tenderly, giving her a brief kiss.
“And I’ll love you, if you won’t make me starve,” he belted out gruffly, looking her in the eyes.
Raven gazed back, her breath caught in her throat. Was he saying what she thought he was? “I used to hold your heart to neck,” he whispered, still holding her gaze with his.
“I know I’ll miss you if I close my eyes,” he murmured sincerely, giving her another brief kiss.
“But this is loaded with an open film. I’ll see you and I’ll blow your heart to pieces,” he whispered apologetically, looking her in the eyes again.
“I will blow your heart to pieces. I will blow your heart to pieces. I will blow your heart to pieces,” he repeated, each line sounding more guilty and apologetic.
“And I’ll love you, if you let me,” he sang out, swaying them both gently as he began to pet her hair.
“And I’ll love you, if you won’t make me starve,” he rasped out, a desperate edge to his voice as his eyes searched hers. Raven watched him silently, feeling sad as well as happy for everything he was telling her through song.
“My pain's not ashamed to repeat itself,” he whispered, sounding vulnerable.
“Pain’s not ashamed to repeat itself. Pain’s not ashamed to repeat itself. Pain’s not ashamed to repeat itself,” he whispered, sounding lost and scared as he pulled her close to him.
“I can’t sleep until I devour you. I can’t sleep until I devour you. I can’t sleep until I devour you. I can’t sleep until I devour you. I can’t sleep until I devour you,” he belted out, each line sounding more desperate and lonely than the last.
“And I’ll love you, if you let me. And I’ll love you, if you won’t make me starve,” he whispered out, pulling back to look her in the eyes.
“Oh Marilyn,” she whispered, her voice sounding awed and touched as she looked at him with tears in her eyes.
“Will you Raven? Will you let me love you?” he asked, sounding on the verge of breaking as he looked at her vulnerably. He had never felt so exposed to any of his girlfriends before, so laid bare.
“Of course I will silly! I’m in a relationship with you, remember?” she replied softly, wrapping her arms around him.
“How could I forget?” he whispered, before leaning down to give her a soul-searing kiss.
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