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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: ‘I always had a repulsive need to be something more than human. I felt very puny as a human. I thought, "Fuck that. I want to be a superhuman.”’ - David Bowie

Chapter Sixteen: Bonding
    As they drove to the hotel Manson had booked, Raven couldn’t help but giggle at the chaos they had left behind. As soon as she had finished packing, she had come downstairs to find the singer booking the room they would be staying in; much to Amanda’s consternation. “What do you mean you’re taking Raven somewhere? How long are you guys going to be gone?” the curly haired female asked in a worried voice. It was clear the journalist still didn’t entirely trust the rock star but at least she wasn’t throwing an all out fit.
    “Marilyn and I need some time alone. No offence, but do you really think we’d find it here?” the midnight clad female answered as she reached the landing and set her duffel bag down. As if to prove her point, Pogo ran naked across the hall and into the kitchen; followed quickly by John 5 and Ginger.
    Both Raven and Amanda looked at eachother with identical expressions of violation before shuddering heavily. “Okay, I just saw way more of Gacy than I ever cared to,” the freelancer groaned, a blush coloring her pale cheeks as the image kept replaying in her head over and over.
    “How do you think I feel... That’s the second time I’ve seen him sans clothes,” her roomie replied, a grimace on her face as her gaze moved back to the impatient rock star.
    Sensing what the problem was, the black haired female grabbed her friend’s arm in a gentle grip and lead her to the living room. “Sit down Mandy, we need to have a talk,” the slightly taller woman sighed as she sat on the couch, patting an empty cushion. Her childhood companion gave her a worried look before taking a seat and giving her full attention.
    “I know Manson fucked up pretty badly before we broke up. It must have been hard to see me so scared when he was around and yet so depressed when he left. There’s a lot about him that you don’t know and isn’t really my place to tell you. I just want you to know that he’s really and truly trying right now. You not giving him a chance could very well set back any chance he has at changing himself for the better,” Raven reasoned, looking her roommate and best friend in the eyes as she spoke.
    Amanda couldn’t help but wince, rubbing the back of her head slightly as she thought over what her roomie said. On one hand, she had seen a significant change in Manson and she felt a bit encouraged by it. On the other hand, she didn’t want to see Raven end up in another situation like Tony and Miah. She had seen flashes of the rocker’s temper that had her frankly more than a little frightened for her friend. Still, she wasn’t all that experienced with men in general; let alone ones with tempers like his. Taking a deep breath, the journalist nodded to herself as she decided to trust Raven’s judgement. “I’m sorry for how I treated him lately, I was just worried for you. In the long run though, treatment like that will only create a self fulfilling prophecy. I can’t promise I’ll ever like the guy but I can promise to try to give him some leeway. Who knows, maybe he and I will be able to have a conversation at some point,” the brown haired female joked before getting to her feet.
    “That’s all I really ask Mandy. Where are you going?” the t-shirt wearing femme asked as she got to her feet as well. A picture of Manson from the ‘Portrait of an American Family’ era graced her torso but she had long since gotten over the embarrassment of her attire. She loved a lot of these shirts and wasn’t going to stop wearing them anytime soon.
    “To apologize to long, dark and gruesome out there,” the formally dressed twenty-seven year old sighed, giving a smile to show she was joking about the nickname. Then she was going back into the hall, leaning against a wall as she waited for the performer to finish his phone call.
    Manson hung up with an exasperated sigh. The normal staff had thought he was pulling a prank and he had to call back several times to get a manager. That man hadn’t been much better, very nearly hanging up until he threatened to sue the hotel. After that, things went much more smoothly and he was able to acquire a suite at a steep discount as an apology for the mix-up. Feeling eyes on him, he turned to see Raven and Amanda looking at him. Wondering what the curly haired shrew wanted now, the weary male raised a naked brow to show she had his attention. “I’m sorry for being such a bitch,” the small female sighed, nearly bursting out into laughter when his jaw dropped from sheer shock.
    “Excuse me, what?” he asked, wondering if he could have heard her wrong.
    “I said I’m sorry for how I’ve been treating you. As long as you’re willing to try, I should be willing to give you a chance,” she responded, stepping forward to offer a hand. She still didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him but she was willing to try to start building that trust, if not for Raven’s sake.
    The stunned ‘Antichrist Superstar’ stared down at the offered hand before extending his own and giving it a shake. “I accept your apology,” he replied in a quiet voice, a bit touched despite himself. He would probably never really like the tiny female but he was willing to try for civil. Grinning mischievously, he pulled the curly haired journalist into his arms; chuckling when she pulled away from him with shocked look on her pale face.
    “Did I hear something about the two of you leaving?” came a sleepy baritone, making the small group turn to face the source. In the right hall under the stairs stood Johnny Depp, a tired smiled on his goateed face.
    Pogo chose that exact moment to go streaking by again, cackling madly as Ginger made a wild tackle for him and missed; crashing to the floor with a loud thud. “Only for a few days. Can you blame us?” Raven joked as Amanda rushed to the fallen drummer to check on him. The dark haired actor only chuckled before his chocolate eyes moved to Manson.
    “I won’t be here when you guys get back. I have a few things to do, a few movies to shoot but I will be coming back soon,” Johnny announced quietly, giving his singer friend an assessing look. What he saw put him at ease and he smiled widely before he came forward to wrap Raven in a tight hug. Then he was releasing her to hug a stunned Manson, patting his old pal’s back solidly.
    “I hope you guys have a great few days,” the star said, sounding like he honestly meant it. Then he was moving into the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee. Before Raven could follow to say goodbye, Pogo was charging back into the kitchen; his flaccid penis flopping on his upper thighs.
    “Johnny!” he called in an oddly musical voice before jumping into the air.
    “Oh dear God no!” came the actor’s distressed reply right before a loud thud was heard.
    The pale artist could only grimace before looking at her nonplussed boyfriend. “You know, I’m packed and you haven’t unpacked yet so let’s take my car and go,” she sighed, hefting the duffel she had brought downstairs over a shoulder and leading the way out the front door. The lithe male behind her only chuckled before squatting by his drummer and giving him an apologetic look. Ginger only grimaced as he got to his feet and went into the kitchen to wrangle the keyboardist.
    “You’re not really gonna leave me here alone with this group!” Amanda protested playfully as she straightened.
    “You’ll be okay Mandy, I believe in you,” Raven reassured playfully just as they heard John 5’s violated sounding voice take on an unusual pitch in the kitchen. The curly haired journalist only grimaced before moving into the small kitchen to help.
    Her car coming to a sudden stop startled her and Raven looked around to find herself in front of a rather intimidating looking hotel. This one looked even fancier than Johnny’s and she found herself honestly wondering if he could afford something like this. While she considered his music great, he certainly wasn’t as famous as some of the other singers out there. Manson’s music appealed to a very niche market and his reputation only helped to cement that. “Holy fuck came out of her mouth as the singer beside her pulled the keys out of the ignition.
    “Only the best for you my dear,” he purred teasingly before placing a warm kiss on her white cheek and getting out of the car. The flustered woman sat there for a few seconds, doing her best to get a handle over her extreme urge to let out a rather excited, fangirl squeal. They were well beyond all of this by now! His small gestures of affection, as well as the fact she would be alone with him for lord knows how long, shouldn’t be affecting her like this!
    Taking a deep breath, she opened her door and got out, moving to the rear of her car to get her duffel. Before she could make a move to grab the canvas strap, Manson was grabbing both bags and closing the trunk. “Come on, I wanna get up to the room and settled,” he urged, grinning widely as he strode toward the entrance. The stunned female could only stare at his back for a few seconds before following close behind. Once she reached his side, the taller male gave her a wink before going into the revolving glass door. Gathering her courage, Raven took a deep breath before following him in. Once inside, she couldn’t help but gape at the beauty that greeted her.
    The ceiling arched up in an elegant dome, the sides of the sloping pillars painted a decorative gold. The focal point of the high ceiling was the gorgeous chandelier that hung in the exact center. It seemed to be painted gold and was covered in shiny stones that suspiciously resembled diamonds but surely had to be quartz. At least that was what she told herself. The walls themselves were painted an almost pearlescent looking white, tapering down to dark mahogany baseboard. From that baseboard stretched a rich carpet that was beautifully and uniquely designed, almost having an abstract art feel. The front desk was no less elegant than its surroundings, a highly polished, dark reddish-brown podium that had a marble top. The man behind it was likewise perfect, his blonde hair slicked back and his black tux pressed neatly. “May I help you?” he very nearly purred, his cobalt eyes fixing on them straight away.
    “Steven?” Manson asked, grabbing her hand and practically dragging her behind him as he headed toward the other man.
    “Ah, Mr. Manson. I thought I would come to greet you personally to assure there were no more mix-ups,” the slightly shorter man replied, coming around to the front of the desk to offer his hand. The rock star merely smirked as he took the appendage in a brief shake before releasing it and reaching into his pocket for his wallet.
    After a quick check of I.D., the man Raven assumed was a manager gave them a beaming smiled before leading them to a near-by elevator. “I do hope you enjoy your time with us. Everything in your room is complimentary and if you need anything, simply call the front desk and ask for me,” he announced as he pressed a button and rode up with them. Once the small, metal box stopped and opened its doors, he was leading them down a long hall that had intermittent doors on the walls. Finally, he stopped in front of the last door on the right; handing Manson the keycard personally.
    “I took the liberty of giving you our best suite, enjoy,” the smartly dressed man declared before giving the pair a bow and going back to the elevators.
    Manson watched the manager until the steel doors closed, then he was sliding the keycard in the slot on the door. After a loud click, he was swinging it open and turning on a light. Before Raven could move to enter the no doubt huge room, the singer was placing their duffels down and scooping her up in his arms bridal style. “Mare, wha?!” she gasped out in a shocked voice as her arms wrapped around his neck subconsciously. The normally severe, temperamental man almost looked giddy as he smirked down at her, rubbing his nose along hers lovingly.
    “I always wanted to do this,” he chuckled as he carried her across the threshold. The only problem was that once they were inside, the superstar didn’t seem all that inclined to let her on her feet.
    “Manson,” she tried, getting a bit concerned about their bags despite how nice his arms felt and just how good his scent was.
    “Just a moment longer. You have no idea how long I’ve ached to be able to hold you like this, to not feel obligated to put up a tough guy front,” he pleaded softly, turning so they could keep an eye on their discarded luggage while he held her.
    His thin, but muscled arms tensed around her as they simply stared into eachother’s eyes. “Everyone sees me a certain way, always has a certain expectation for how I’m supposed to act. Now that I’m finally alone with you I can be as close to you as I want without fear of interruption. I can take the time to get to know you and have you get to know the real me,” he whispered, placing a kiss on her lips. Then he was reluctantly setting her on her feet and heading to the door to gather their bags. Raven could only watch him, excitement and nervousness bubbling inside her as her fingertips ghosted over her lips.
    Soon he had their luggage inside and the door shut, heading towards her to scoop her into his arms once again. Then he was heading to the huge couch, sitting down on the white monstrosity and placing her in his lap. His mismatched eyes slid closed as a look of peace came over his pale features. “You know, your band doesn’t really expect anything from you. If anything, they just want to see you happy,” she whispered, surprising them both badly. Yet, despite the shocked look on her boyfriend’s face, the artist couldn’t bring herself to regret what she had said.
    “Yeah, I know and I can’t really blame all of my behavior on acting how I think they’d want me to. A lot of it comes down to... Let’s not talk about this right now. Let me just enjoy being alone with you right now,” he replied in a quiet voice, burrowing his nose in her ebony hair. Raven only nodded, all too eager to leave all of the drama behind for the moment.
    The couple sat in silence for several long moments, the singer’s rough hand moving over her hair as he hummed ‘Coma White’ softly. “Raven?” his throaty voice sighed by her ear, making her skin prickle pleasantly. Smiling, the freelancer looked up to see the rocker looking down at her with a look that made her breath catch in her throat. His heterochromic orbs held lust and a deep love as well as trust.
    “I don’t care why or how you came to love me, all I care about is that I’ve never felt happier in my life,” he murmured, his words filling the pit of her stomach with a warm, fuzzy feeling.
    Smiling, the blushing female was about to reciprocate when her stomach reminded her very loudly that she had yet to eat. Chuckling, Manson gently lifted her off his lap to set her on the couch. “I’ll order us some lunch,” he offered, his eyes roaming over her form before he prowled over to the nearest phone. Cursing her body’s timing but grateful for it at the same time, the flustered woman took a remote off the coffee table in front of the couch and switched on the flat screen that was mounted over the fireplace. A white, fluffy, shag carpet adorned the floor in this area, giving it a very romantic, yet rustic feel.
    Taking a moment to pull off her platforms so she could curl her toes in the plush carpet, Raven took great joy in the feeling of the faux fur as she began to surf through the channels. Soon she happened to land on a music channel that was showing a video for ‘I Don’t Like the Drugs but the Drugs Like Me’ and stopped there. Despite the fact she had the man right behind her, she wanted to watch this one clip. She had always liked the video for its strange, surreal nature and only found it even more-so in HD. “You really are obsessed hun,” came an amused purr by her ear as a warm pair of lips pressed against her cheek.
    “Sorry, I haven’t seen this one in years and its one of my favorites. Almost feels like I’m watching a Kubrick film or something,” she explained, a red blush staining her paper white cheeks. Just watching it again gave her the same feeling of unease as it did all those years ago and she found herself transfixed.
    As soon as the last notes ended, the singer was gently pulling the remote from her hand before turning off the TV. “I want to actually get to know you Raven and share my own life in return. Can we do that until lunch arrives?” he asked in a throaty voice before picking her up to set in his lap when he sat down. Licking her dry lips, the shy female only nodded before thinking about where to start. She had already skimmed over all the bad parts in her life and there wasn’t much good in there left after that.
    “Well, I guess I could tell you about my early childhood,” she offered, fiddling with the hem of her shirt as she avoided meeting his gaze.
    “I was thinking more along the lines of things about you personally. What do you do for fun? What music do you listen to besides mine and Davis’? What are some of your fears? What are your favorite foods as well as the ones you can’t stand? What movies do you like to watch? That type of stuff,” Manson responded in a slightly amused tone, his naked forehead resting against hers.
    “Oh, uh... Well I already told you I’m a freelance artist. I also tend to write things for fun off and on. I like a wide variety of music, ranging from ‘Bile’ to David Bowie; it really depends on what I’m in the mood for at the time. As for fears, well I don’t like spiders or heights and I’m just a tiny bit afraid of the dark,” she replied, pausing to allow him to make fun of her if he wished. She knew being afraid of the dark was a bit childish but she just couldn’t help it. Something about the endless void of blackness just made all the hair on her body stand on end.
    “Go on,” urged a soft voice, instead of the teasing or laughter she had honestly been expecting. Giving him a shocked look, the pale woman cleared her throat before continuing.
    “I also like a wide variety of movies but I have a few favorites to narrow it down. Repo: The Genetic Opera, Batman: The Dark Knight, The Thing (the original version), Dead-Alive, Gremlins and A Clockwork Orange just to name a few. My favorite foods tend to be american but I do like beef stroganoff, kielbasa, tuna casserole and tater tot casserole,” she finished feeling a bit awkward. Thankfully a knock on the door saved her for the moment.
    Manson reluctantly set her on the huge couch before moving to the door to answer it for their room service. Soon he was wheeling in the over large stand, a grin on his face as he picked up the dome covered tray and brought it over. “I don’t think you ever did show me any of your drawings,” he cajoled gently, chuckling at the flush that took over her milky skin.
    “Ah, yeah I never got around to it,” she whispered, reminded that she had a few orders to finish and fax off today. A hotel this fancy was bound to have a fax machine so she wasn’t all that worried. What she worried about was the artwork that lurked in the back of her sketchbook. Despite him accepting the fact that she was quite an obsessed fan, she was still afraid of how he would react to her doodles.
    She had made several animal characters based on many celebrities but the ones she had drawn most were Manson and his band. She had even gone so far as to make a character for herself, drawing the two of them in many different scenarios. It was mostly harmless but she was still worried about what he would think about them, especially the more sexual ones. Finished what food she had grabbed, she got up and made her way to her duffel; rummaging around until she found the large, black, faux leather bound book. The singer watched her all the while, using a fork to spear a piece of chicken. The kitchen had sent of a platter of all of their foods, giving them more than enough to choose from.
    Giving the superstar a nervous look, the freelancer grabbed her pencils and markers before making her way back to the couch. “Most of these are clothing designs with a few character designs thrown in. There’s nothing overly sensitive in there so feel free to have a look,” she offered, her heart thudding loudly in her ears as a cold sweat broke out over her body. The rock star only gave her a reassuring smile before motioning to the platter and taking the book. Licking her dry lips, Raven did her best to focus on eating some of the delicious steak and not the sound of turning pages filling the silent room.
    She could hear it in his breathing when he started to come across some of her more personal doodles. His lion character’s body was covered in the inward scars the rocker had carried and had an attitude to match. There wasn’t a single picture where he smiled fully, always seeming to frown in some way. There were many pictures of him with his band but further in she had begun to include her own character more and more. She had drawn herself as a white lioness with a grey belly and eye markings. Black tipped her rounded ears and long tail. When he got to the more adult pictures, she could hear his breathing hitching on occasion.
    The longer the quiet stretched, the more unease settled and bubbled inside her stomach. Was his reaction good or bad? Was he about to pounce on her or throw her out? Her nerves got so bad her appetite had fled her and she shoved the platter away as she fixed her gaze on the furry carpet. He wasn’t even seeing all of the artwork she had done nor had he heard the backstory she had given both characters. It was clear she had been dealing with a few issues at the time but she simply didn’t have the heart to change them. To change them somehow felt wrong, as if she was taking away their pasts. A rough pair of hands clasping hers brought her out of her thoughts as she found herself looking up into Manson’s intense gaze.
    The unreadable expression on his naked face only heightened her anxiety and she took a few deep breaths in an effort to calm herself. “It seems like there’s a bit of a story between these two,” he murmured softly, a small smile curling the left corner of his mouth. A small chuckle left her unconsciously and instantly dissolved her inner tension. He wasn’t angry or frightened, in fact the look in his eyes told her he was slightly turned on by some of what he saw.
    “Y-yeah. I made a character based on myself and you. Your band is in there too, as I’m sure you saw,” she replied shyly, watching as the taller male removed the platter from between them to set it on the coffee table.
    “You’re quite an artist,” he purred, turning the sketchbook to an image of the two lion anthros sharing a rather intimate moment. Just seeing it made her cheeks flush with embarrassment and she cleared her throat nervously.
    “Th-thanks. You’re pretty good yourself,” the artist responded, doing her best to divert his attention from her hopeful doodles. Most of them were ways for her to live out her fantasies but there were some that weren’t in the sketchbooks that were much darker.
    Manson chuckled deeply before setting that aside as well and taking her into his black clad arms. “I’d like to hear the story behind those two some time but right now I’m more interested in continuing to learn more about you,” the rock star rumbled, pulling her into his lap once more and inhaling her scent.
    “There’s not much more to tell. I occasionally like to play video games and I love reading books. I also recently found out I like to cuddle,” the embarrassed woman whispered, nestling into his chest, a light, warm feeling in her chest as his arms caged her lightly.
    “I’m more than happy to oblige,” the smirking performer rasped, bending to place a kiss on the tip on her nose.
    “What about you?” she urged gently, curiosity beginning to overtake her shyness.
    “Same as you for the most part actually. I love watching old sci-fi movies and b-movies and I also really like Bowie. Actually, David inspired a lot of my own act,” Manson’s voice rasped in her ear before warm lips placed a kiss below the lobe.
    Giggling slightly, Raven heaved a sigh before reluctantly pulling herself from her boyfriend’s lap. “I have to finish a few things, like I said earlier. After I fax them off, we can pick up where we left off,” she assured gently, grabbing her supplies and moving a bit further down the long couch. Thankfully the superstar gave an understanding smile before he picked up the tray of left overs and carried it over to the stand it had come on. Soon she was coloring in the last touches on a few dress designs, the sound of her marker scratching on paper the only sound in the room.
    “Done!” she announced, carefully tearing out the pages along the perforated lines. Gathering all the pages, she moved to the phone to call the front desk and ask where the fax machine was.
    As soon as she hung up, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and a smooth cheek press against hers. “I’ll come with you,” purred a husky voice before his warmth left her back. Craning her head, she saw the rocker rummaging in his duffel until he found a pair of over large sunglasses. Just seeing them made her remember her own, reluctant celebrity status and she wondered if he had an extra pair. Before the freelancer could even open her mouth to ask, the lithe celebrity was handing her a matching set.
    “Thanks,” she whispered, smiling softly as she put the frames on her face.
    Thankfully her business downstairs didn’t take long and was uneventful, allowing them to get back to their room without incident. As soon as they were inside, Manson was leading her back to the couch; sitting down and tugging her to settle beside him. His warm lips met her forehead as he reached for a small, black remote on the table. With a press of a button, the fireplace flared to life; making a gasp of wonder leave Raven’s lips. “Wow, I didn’t even know they made them like that,” she whispered, her hazel gaze fixed on the dancing flames. The performer holding her only laughed lightly, entwining her hands in his.
    Suddenly he was plopping a pillow on her face before getting up to run away, leaving her to collapse from the lack of support. “Manson!” she gasped out, half shocked, half amused. The ‘Antichrist Superstar’ only laughed lightly, grabbing a pillow from a chair.
    “Oh no you don’t” the midnight clad woman hissed, deciding to just go with it as she got to her feet. Right now she didn’t care that this behavior seemed wildly out of character for the infamous male, all she cared about was that she had never seen him this open with anyone.
    Giggling wildly, she hucked her fluffy payload at the rock God; ducking out of the way as he returned fire. Soon it degenerated into an all out pillow fight, playful cries echoing through the large, empty room. It all ended when the much taller man pounced on her, tackling her to the fur-like carpet. His mismatched eyes glittered down at her as he smiled in a carefree manner, all traces of his hard past gone from his face. In that moment, she saw the man that truly lay under the mask and felt her breath hitch in her throat. Reaching up with a shaky hand, she cupped his make-up free cheek as she felt her love for this man swell to a painful feeling in her chest. “Marilyn,” she breathed, a bit touched that he trusted her enough to let her see him this open, without any masks.
    His heterochromic gaze turned unbelievably tender as he turned to plant a kiss on her palm. Then he was getting to his feet, bending down to scoop her into his arms before she could attempt to do the same. “I know we’re starting over with a blank slate but I feel compelled to tell you this, I am sorry for all the pain I have caused you. I love you Raven, so deeply that its been very scary for me sometimes. Its been a long time since I let anyone in like this and I’m happy it can be you,” he rasped in a throaty, clogged voice, tears rolling down his cheeks as he carried her to their shared bedroom.
    Blushing at his words, Raven couldn’t stop the happy tears that rolled down her own cheeks as she broke into a wide grin. “That means so much to me Mare. I feel the same way for you. I have never felt more at home or at peace than when I’m in your arms. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” she confessed, making sure their eyes met as she spoke. The rock star’s breathing stopped briefly before he was closing the door behind him and taking her lips in the sweetest kiss she had ever felt from him. That night they made love many times, filling the suite with their cries of ecstasy and love.
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