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She Was the only One	By : RyanneDeath Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 1871 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Marilyn Manson. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Dont own shit.....if I did, I wouldnt have to write about it, would I?
Part 2 - How She Claimed him
August 24th, 1997
She slid over to him, her eyes piercing, entrancing, pushing him back onto thier bed without even moving.
The day had been very akward, a wedding hurried and quick. Theyd only met two weeks ago....two WEEKS. Marilyn Manson was NOT a happy man. He paced back and forth in the side office of the Justice of the Peace, looking daggers at his best friend and seething. He let his one white eye and hazel one take in the sight. Jeordie was in a dress on his wedding day. Brian thought for sure he would drop the act, but he seemed to be into more than ever since hed met her. Kira made Jeordie want to be very feminine. This day, Twiggy was in his best pink dolly dress. It was clean and he was pulling at his dreadlocks, smoothing them incessantly, pulling on his fishnets, touching up his lipstick.
"You look FINE you idiot, stop it!" Manson grated out, his won black tux with a red shirt an itchy reminder how utterly normal he looked, and it made him want to smear his lipstick all over. Wouldnt want to upstage the bride....groom....jeez.
"Fuck you Brian, youre not helping." Jeordie snapped back, knowing that look on Brians facce. He was mad as hell. But it wasnt as if he didnt know why the God of Fuck was nervous. He was in the middle of a major change, and his bassist and writing partner falling in love wasnt part of his plans. He growled and resumed pacing,
"Youre making a huge mistake Twiggy, shes after your money!" Twiggy laughed.
"No shes not, I made her sign a pre-nup. And it was HER idea!" Jeordie snickered, he knew hed won the argument.
"I cant afford this fucking bullshit Jeordie, I need you back in the studio in two days! Dammit, leave it to you." Manson snapped, biting on his nails.
"Brian, shut UP. God, youd think she was stealing away your girlfriend!" He snapped, and caught the look of jealousy on Mansons face. Now he knew what the problem was. "Youre just jealous Brian....purely jealous."
"Fuck you MRS. Underwood!" He yelled, his infamous temper reaching critical mass. He slammed out of the room, and gave them both glares through his sunglasses through the entire wedding. Kira couldve cared less.
When she appeared coming before the JOP, Kira was in white finery. She thought it was funny, considering his last name. Her tight, crisp cotton suit came with a very short skirt, a slit that went up nearly to the top of her thighs. Her long, long legs walked on matching heels, her hair perfectly smoothed, a black bob, drawing her face into sharp view. She gave Manson a snicker, her crystal earrings winking in her ears. She was a simple, yet stunningly beautiful. She wore almost no makeup. Her green eyes were lined lightly, and she looked like a sunkissed beauty. Truth was, her golden complexion was a result of her african american father. Standing next to Twiggy in his finest cross-dressing glory, they looked like a gay couple.
When the words were spoken, the papers signed, She licked her glossed lips, and dragged him to her, smearing thier lipstick together in a firey kiss, her arms sliding down to cup his ass and yank him up against her. Twiggy whined and breathed hard, using every bit of strength he had to not get an erection. When they parted, his chocolate eyes were clouded and horny.
Afterwards, they went to a local club for the reception. And thats where Kira met Brian for the firt time. Well, she thought, at least I met Marilyn Manson. Coming up behind her, he stood silently. She sighed.
"I can see you there brian, what do you want?" She turned around, piercing his eye with both of hers, the green gaze unsettling to Manson, turning on him with an icy defiance not even he was capable of.
"I need my bassist in two days you know that?" Manson gritted out. He hated not being in control, and Kira was in his way.
"You need your partner and lapdog. You cant do this without him. I know it, you know it, even down deep, Jerodie knows it too. Scared you sont be in control anymore?" She snapped, her voice flat and unimpressed. "You dont scare nor shock me. I work for the public school system. Dont worry, youll have your Twiggy back, but Ill be around. God help me Manson, if you drain him while Im working," She stood face to face with him, whispering.
"Ill kill you."
She walked away after that, seeing the fleeting look of fear before she rejoined her husband, telling him it was time to go. He giggled, and let her drag him out, whiskey on his breath and sordid fantasies in his head. He was going to get laid like nobodies business, and he knew it.
Kira locked her apartment, and danced him into thier room, putting on some Melissa Etheridge. She lead thier dance, holding him close, and dipping him, and just as Melissa sang about how she was the only one, leaned down and placed tender kisses on his neck, nipping and licking. Jeoride was in full rapture now, his blood singing. He whined and whimpered, sighing.
"Kiiiirrraaaa......"
"I know baby, come on, weve got unfinished business. I havent had thechance to really fuck you yet." At that, Jeordie looked up, widening his eyes,
"Well....I dunno bout that."
"Trust me Mr. White, Ive just begun to scratch the surface of pleasure with you." She laughed, producing a pair of handcuffs from behind her.
"Dont you mean Mrs. Underwood?" He giggled. Kira just snickered, "Yes actually, thats exactly what I meant."
They both giggled as she shut thier bedroom doors and locked them, pulling the phone cord out of the wall. She pushed him back onto the bed, sliding her body over his.
"Scream all you want you precious thing, aint nobody gonna hear you" She laughed darkly, and Jeordie looked up at the ceiling and wondered for a moment what God he had pleased.
Back at thier hotel rooms, Brian Warner threw a fit that could rival the devil people claimed he was. He snorted coke untill his nose went numb, and scratched the wallpaper off the walls, everytime he closed his eyes, seeing those mocking green orbs.
She said shed kill him. What pissed off Manson more than anything was that...for a moment...hed been scared of her. And that fleeting moment of fear caused him to fly into a rage, and he threw all his masks up. Problem was, shed see right through them. He yelled out loud. He wasnt sure if it was anger, or jealousy. Fuck Kira Underwood. Fuck her to all hell. He proceeded to get drunk and pass out, the hole in his own soul never quite filled enough to hide the pain.
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