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The Rose and Thorn	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3123 -:- 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'm shy, paranoid, whatever word you want to use. I hate fame. I've done everything I can to avoid it.’ - Johnny Depp

Quick thanks to my persistent fans. I know this hasn’t always been an easy read but I promise it will be worth it in the end.

Chapter Twenty-One: Unwanted Company

    As soon as they were in the back room, his lips were on hers; a low, husky growl trailing from his mouth. Gently, the taller male was shoving her back toward the bed; laying her down gently and nudging her thighs open with his own without breaking contact. His tongue pried her mouth open as one of his black nailed hands tangled in her ebony hair. Half gasping, half moaning at the assault, Raven could only wrap her arms around his neck as she began to respond to the kiss. “Do you have any idea the Hell you’ve brought upon yourself,” he rasped against her mouth as he broke the embrace just long enough to utter those words. Giggling against his mouth, the freelancer broke the lip lock again so she could answer.

    “I’m tired of hiding Mare. Tired of running. No matter where I go, they’re going to be there; with or without you,” she responded before her lips were once again claimed, one of his rough hands moving to remove her left breast from the top of the corset. Making a purely possessive noise, the rock star broke the kiss to take her pink bud into his mouth; his tongue wrapping around her nipple to pull it into his mouth.

    “Oh fuck!” the writhing female gasped, a shock of need rippling through her body to center in her core. Manson only chuckled against her soft flesh before his hands flew to the buckles on the front of the leather contraption she wore.

    “As much as I love seeing you wear things like this, I’m glad you don’t wear it more often. It’s too hard to get you out of,” hissed the frustrated male against her breast as his fingers impatiently fiddled with the buckles.

    “At least they’re in the front and not the back, otherwise I’d have to get up,” Raven joked as he managed to work the first one free after a few seconds. The nearly frantic singer only growled low in his throat before reluctantly pulling away from her to focus on what he was doing.

    “If this didn’t look so expensive, I’d cut it off,” he snarled as the bus started up with a shudder. Raven could only shiver as his heated words caused another pulse of sheer lust to clench her womb.

    “Well I appreciate that. This thing cost $1000. It took forever to save for,” she responded in an attempt at a joke, only to gasp at the heated look her lover gave her.

    “Would you mind sucking in just a bit? The leather is a bit stiff,” the singer requested, sounding more and more frustrated by the lack of cooperation from her garment. Giggling nervously, the artist complied; giving the struggling male some much need slack. Thankfully this was enough to allow him to undo the rest of the buckles and practically rip the corset off her torso.

    As soon as she was bared to his gaze, he let out a relieved noise as one of his hands moved to her left breast; his thumb playing with her nipple. “That song Raven, fuck. I’ve heard it before but the way you sang it...,” he rumbled before covering her lips with his own once more, his leather covered crotch resting against hers.

    “I would have used one of yours but this one seemed more appropriate,” she replied against his mouth, earning a frustrated noise from the thin performer.

    “Are you going to stop talking and let me fuck you?” he teased in throaty voice before beginning to pepper her neck with kisses. His thumb busily played with her rosy flesh as Raven moaned heatedly, bucking against his clothed manhood.

    Purring against her skin, the rail thin singer pulled away from her to pull off his shirt. Raven used the space to sit up and fumble with his pants, grinning up at him shyly when the singer gave her a look of absolute shock. Giggling shakily, she kept eye contact as she unfastened the button. The sound of the zipper going down filled the room, making Manson’s eyes fill with heavy lust. “Fuck Raven,” he rumbled in a gravelly voice, his hand moving from his pants to her skirt and panties, removing them in one motion before flinging them and the corset onto the floor.

    “Lay back and spread ‘em,” he ordered gruffly, giving her a lust filled smirk when she did as he asked. Giving her an absolutely lascivious look, the bony male began to kiss his way down her pale body; stopping when he reached her womanhood.

    Meeting her eyes with his mismatched ones, the rock star deliberately licked his lips before moving his gaze to her slit and giving the silky flesh a loving kiss. Then his tongue was slowly licking along the outside from bottom to top, his eyes watching his fiance as she released a soft moan. Her hands immediately tangled in his hair to keep him in place, causing the amused superstar to chuckle against her before delving past her outer lips to lap at her passage. “Marilyn,” Raven gasped, releasing a heavy moan as she felt pleasurable pressure begin to build up within her. Manson only released an animalistic noise against her before pulling his tongue out of her to latch onto her aching button.

    “Ooooh, feels so goood,” the dark haired femme sighed, her hips moving in small circles as his dextrous muscle lapped at her; the tip occasionally entering her quivering passage.

    One of his black nailed hands snaked onto her lower body, pressing down on her mound before pulling up slightly to open her more to his assault. The panting woman only released a shuddering moan as he intensified the attention to her clit, causing the pulsing coil within her to grow tighter and tighter. His name leaving her lips like a breathless mantra, Raven’s breath caught in her throat as she felt her insides clench hard from orgasm. Then she was pouring into his mouth, her vision filling with white as he kept licking; as if reluctant to pull away from her sweetness.

    Then he was coming up from her junction, a haughty smirk on his make-up covered face. Keeping his whitish blue and brown gaze fixed on her, the celebrity deliberately licked his lips slowly; chuckling gruffly when the female beneath him blushed heavily. “I don’t think I ever asked you, is it everything you thought it would be?” the tattoo covered male husked out, his black coated lips still quirked as his slitted tip came to rest against her drenched, sensitive opening. Raven only let out a heated, slightly pained moan as her arms came up to wrap around his back. An admittedly smart ass remark danced on her tongue but it flew away as he hilted slowly, drawing a low, raspy groan from somewhere deep in her chest.

    “Fuck,” she hissed breathlessly, her right hand fisting in his shoulder length hair to push his head down so she could take his lips in a ravenous kiss as her legs wrapped around his thin waist. The lithe male only chuckled gruffly, his own arms wrapping around her to pull her against his heaving chest as he began to lazily make love to her.

    “I guess that answers my question,” he purred against her lips, his hips moving slowly and causing a very slow, sensuous pressure to build within her body.

    “Are you, mmmmm, gonna shut up and, oooooh, fuck me?” she teased, mirroring his words from earlier; earning a laugh from the rock star. The feeling of his manhood jolting inside her drew a moan from them both and Manson’s eyes glittered as they met hers.

    “I love you Raven,” he murmured, his hips still moving agonizingly slow and drawing a groan from both of them.

    Breaking the kiss, the lightly panting male resting his forehead on hers as he continued to take her slowly, sweetly; the sounds of their soft moans gaining in volume as his back muscles pulsed beneath her hands. “I, oooooo, love you too Marilyn,” she gasped out, arching into him as she felt the first pulse of a beginning orgasm ripple through her body.

    “Oh shit. Cum for me,” he rasped as he angled his hips so he was entering her at a slightly upward angle. Making a high pitched keening noise, Raven raked her nails down his back as her walls clenched around him. Then she was whimpering his name as she orgasmed long and hard, her silken passage fluttering around him.

    Huffing hard through his nose, the singer snapped his bony hips a few times before he was spilling into her; his mouth moving to the crook of her neck and biting hard. The freelancer cried out in surprised pain, her womanhood giving him another squeeze as he released her to lick the tooth marks in a soothing manner. Then he was pulling out of her to collapse next to her, rolling onto his side to pull her against his slightly shaking body. Peppering her face with light kisses, the infamous rocker held her close as they both caught their breath.

    After a few moments, Raven chuckled breathlessly as she kissed her lover’s make-up coated chin. “Sometimes I still have trouble believing this all wasn’t some sort of dream. Something like this happening to someone like me is an impossibility,” she sighed, nestling into her once idol’s chest and sighing contently. His spicy, slightly sweaty scent filled her nose and she knew she would never get tired of moments like this. For once, she wasn’t even remotely worried about the fact that she was completely naked. The performer holding her only rumbled laughter before placing a kiss on the top of her head.

    “Before, I could honestly say I would never find someone I trusted enough to become close to ever again. After what happened with all my other exs, I just didn’t think love was for me. So I would say we were sort of in the same boat,” he rumbled, his rough hands moving over her back as the bus continued to move. Giving the man she had loved since teenhood a smile, the black haired femme yawned before snuggling in and allowing herself to drift off to sleep.

    It was some time later that she woke up in her own bed, wrapped tightly in the superstar’s arms as he quietly read one of her books. To her amusement, it was ‘Gunslinger’ by Stephen King. “What time is it? she asked drowsily, giggling when the normally intimidating man jumped out of his skin and came close to dropping his book. Placing a hand over his heart, the goth rocker gave her a slightly admonishing look before it gentled into a smile.

    “One in the morning. How are you feeling?” Manson murmured, Lady groaning from the foot of the bed as he rolled slightly to face her.

    “A bit sore but other than that I’ve never felt better,” she replied, wrapping an arm around his thin waist and tugging herself to lay against his side; placing her cheek on his scarred, bony chest.

    Making a soft sound, the singer wrapped his right arm around her to rest his hand on her lower back. Then he was back to reading again, his warm hand moving slowly along her back as his heterochromic eyes scanned the pages. “Ever read those before?” the lounging artist asked quietly, listening to the slow beat of his heart as he stopped his perusal to lock eyes with her.

    “I don’t have the time to read much and this series has been on my list for a long time. Since I have some downtime, I figured why not catch up a bit while you’re asleep,” he replied quietly, smiling down at his relaxed fiance.

    “That series is one of my favorites. Are you enjoying it so far?” the freelancer asked curiously, pulling herself up slightly so she could see where he was in the novel. Chuckling indulgently, the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ lifted his arm so she could get situated before wrapping it back around her.

    “Yes, it’s very good so far. I’ve just gotten to the part where Roland met Jake at the Way Station,” he replied, using his thumb to hold his place as he shifted his focus to her face.

    Raven only grimaced slightly before laying her cheek back on his chest. “Would you read to me for a bit? I like the sound of your voice,” she requested quietly, not looking forward to what was coming in the story. Giving her a confused look, Manson merely shrugged before beginning to read out loud; earning a content smile from the relaxed female. Soon his voice was faltering as he got to the point in the story where Roland was going to have to choose to save Jake or go after the ‘Man in Black’. When it reached the inevitable conclusion of the Gunslinger choosing his quarry over the boy, albeit reluctantly, the singer looked absolutely livid.

    “Why? Why does he leave him!” the nearly starved looking male bit out, not seeing the surprised look Raven was giving him. He was reacting far more violently than she thought he would be.

    “You’ll find out later... He doesn’t get out of this decision scot-free,” Raven reassured reaching up to give his naked lips a gentle kiss. The rock star only made a grumpy noise before resuming his reading, eventually getting to the part where Roland is simply left alone to continue his journey; a lot older than he had been when he had started. By the time the performer’s voice had trailed off into silence, it was nearly ten in the morning.

    “Mmmm, fuck have I really been awake all night reading?” Manson murmured in a quiet, slightly raspy voice as he slid down on the covers and turned onto his right side to envelop her with his body.

    “I’ve done it too, don’t worry. Those books are really hard to put down,” she chuckled before yawning loudly and stretching. As she moved, she noticed she had been dressed in one of her over large Marilyn Manson t-shirt.

    “Don’t worry, I dressed you in your old outfit before leaving the tour bus. I changed you into that once we were in your room. I figured you would be more comfortable in that,” the drowsy singer explained, yawning himself as he flung one of his legs over both of hers and pressing his flaccid manhood against her accidentally.

    Blushing at the contact, Raven only smiled up at him before trying to squirm out from under the musician; getting a gruff protest from the taller male as he tightened his arms around her. “You can’t be fucking getting up right now,” he growled out in irritation, his mismatched eyes narrowing when she nodded.

    “Sorry but I have a few thing to send out, fucked up sleep schedule or not,” she replied, unable to move due to the extra weight the larger man was putting on her. Chuckling, the tired singer gave her nose a loving peck.

    “Looks like you aren’t going much of anywhere unless I want to let you up, which I don’t by the way,” he purred, a triumphant smirk on his make-upless face.

    “Marilyyyyyn,” Raven whined playfully, not all that bothered by the fact her fiance wanted to keep her in his arms. To be honest, she could always send off that stuff later on in the day.

    “Mmmm, whaaaat?” he huffed in an amused tone, his whitish blue and brown eyes warm and full of love as he looked down at her through his ebony locks.

    Only rolling her hazel eyes, the freelancer simply shook her head and curled up into his bony chest; wrapping her arms loosely around him. “I guess I could take a nap,” she sighed in a falsely put upon voice before allowing her hand to snake between their bodies to play with his limp member. Manson grunted at first, huffing softly in amusement as his lips lightly touched her paper white forehead.

    “That isn’t taking a nap,” the lightly muscled male chided playfully, moaning softly when her thumb grazed his slitted tip.

    “I know. I’ve been too shy to really watch your face as I played with you before and I want to see what I do to you,” she replied quietly, her milky cheeks colored by a light blush as she felt his length begin to awaken and harden in her hand. Manson only released a heated moan, his hips moving slowly as her hand explored him.

    “Can I touch you? Please let me touch you,” the rocker begged breathlessly, his hands twitching on her back as she slowly began to stroke him.

    “I want you to,” the artist whispered in a quiet voice, feeling unusually aroused by the fact that she was giving him a hand job. Already a hot coil of arousal was beginning to tighten and tingle in her lower belly, making her ample breasts feel hot and achy along with the rest of her.

    Groaning in response, the eager ‘God of Fuck’ cupped her large breasts in both hands and thumbed her sensitive nipples; jerking his hips slightly when she increased her rhythm. Releasing a soft noise of her own, Raven took his lips in a sweet kiss; shuddering when she felt need shoot through her in an electric shock. “Raven, oooooh Raven,” he gasped as he broke the kiss to look in her eyes as his calluses brushed across her soft buds. He was rewarded by a shuddery gasp as her eyes dilated from lust, then her hand was moving fast on him; making him helpless to hold on. Gasping through his open mouth, Manson kept eye contact as he felt himself beginning to reach his sweet precipice; only to be interrupted by the ringing of his fiance’s cellphone.

    Grimacing, Raven stopped all movement on his straining erection; drawing a pained, needy whimper from the performer. “Please, Raven. Please. D-don’t st-stop now. God, please Raven. Let me cum,” he rasped out in a shaky voice that was several octaves deeper than his norm, his thighs shaking as he began to kiss her face all over.

    “Please, please,” he panted, groaning in relief when her hand wrapped around him once more and began to pump vigorously. Whoever was calling could wait, it would be cruel to stop now.

    “Cum for me Mare,” she urged, tuning out the familiar ringtone as she felt her lover thrusting into her hand almost frantically.

    “Mmmmnnn, fffuck. C-cumming. Oh fuck, fuck, nnnngghh,” the shuddering male growled out as his hot semen spilled out of him and onto her upper thighs.

    Giving the panting celebrity a kiss on the chin, the nearly squirming female reached for her still ringing phone, only to be stopped by a tight grip on her wrist. “Oh no you don’t. You’re not going to answer that until you’ve had your turn,” Manson rumbled, his right hand snaking around her waist to allow his fingers to play with her weeping slit. Soon the phone was entirely forgotten as the singer began to stroke her clit mercilessly, watching her face closely as he brought her to several peaks; only stopping when she begged him to in a breathless voice.

    Panting as she tried to ignored the throbbing between her legs, the ebony haired female reached for her phone while the male beside her cuddled her like a teddy bear. Already knowing it had been Johnny due to the ringtone, the artist decided to forgo checking the missed calls and simply called the star back. “Raven? Are you okay?” came his concerned voice immediately, making the well sated female feel extremely guilty for forgetting to call him in all the hubbub.

    “Yeah, we’re fine. Manson and I made a public announcement about our engagement yesterday after Ginger popped the question to Amanda, among a few other things,” she explained, laying back as she allowed her lover to cover her with a blanket and pull her against him.

    “Yeah, I just read about that in the morning tabloids. Those people don’t waste any time. Raven, they printed your fucking address again,” the goateed male warned as he threw on his coat and grabbed his luggage despite heavy protests from his publicist.

    “Yeah, I’m not surprised by that after what I did on the stage. I’m sure I’ll be getting a visit from my estranged mother here soon,” sighed the surprisingly relaxed artist as she felt protective arms tighten as a low growl rumbled from her bedmate’s chest.

    “You sound... a lot calmer than I thought you would,” the actor murmured, stopping in his tracks with his head tilted to one side curiously. His publicist took the opportunity to flutter around him and try to convince him to stay, his reasonable words falling on deaf ears.

    “Yeah, I just have to learn to accept the fact that this shit is going to happen; especially given who I’m dating. Besides, its not as if Manson will let anything happen to me while he’s here,” Raven explained, blinking as she heard an incoming call beep on her phone.

    “That’s very true but I’m still on my way,” he announced, drawing a groan from the freelancer.

    “Hold on a moment, I’m getting another call. Just don’t make any rash decisions,” Raven tried to reason as she pulled her phone away to check the number. What she saw made her blood run cold in her veins. It was her mother’s cell number.

    “Uh, I have to call you back,” she gasped out as she squirmed her way out of Manson’s tight hold to get to her feet. In seconds she was ending the call to answer the other one, putting on a falsely cheerful mask she hadn’t worn for years.

    “Hi mom,” she chirped in a voice that was far too sweet and held just a hint of strain. Thankfully the rock star was right beside her, forcing her eyes to meet his as she spoke to a woman that still had power to hurt her greatly.

    “Don’t you ‘Hi mom’ me Meagan Claire! You explain to me right now why you’re plastered all over the grocery store tabloids with that... that horrible man!” screeched a voice she hadn’t heard since she was eighteen.

    “Mom... please don’t start. I’m twenty-nine fucking years old. I can damn well make my own decisions now,” Raven sighed, giving her fiance a grateful smile as she silently kissed his chin.

    “Are you just expecting me to sit by quietly while you marry the Antichrist?! If your Grandmother were still alive, she would have died from the shock of it,” her scandalized matriarch scolded, the background noise letting her know her mother was currently somewhere that was very crowded.

    “Don’t you dare bring Grandma into this! No matter what decisions I made, she just wanted me to be happy. More than I can say for you or the jackass that provided the sperm that made me,” the midnight clad femme hissed, closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths in an effort to calm down.

    “How dare you speak to me like that after all I’ve done for you,” the voice on the other end hissed just as a boarding announcement was made.

    “Mom... mom what are you doing?” Raven whispered, dread beginning to percolate in the pit of her stomach as Manson pulled her into a tight hug.

    “I’m getting on a plane is what I’m doing! Obviously I’m not going to just sit by and let this beast brainwash you into marrying him,” snarled the older female, nearly making the artist’s vision go black from sheer fury and indignation.

    “A beast?! Did you just call the man I love a beast?! I don’t know who the Hell you think you are but you are far from welcome at my house. If you dare to show up here, I’ll have the police remove you,” the freelancer snarled before hanging up the phone to pinch the bridge of her nose.

    Before she could even begin to explain, a familiar ringtone came from the black object in her hand; drawing an irritated sound from the performer holding her. Giving Manson a small smile, the overly pale woman opened the phone to talk to Johnny. “My mom’s on her way,” the weary female sighed, her voice holding a hint of frustrated tears.

    “Christ, I’ll be there as soon as I can. No doubt Jonathan is trying to get ahold of you too. Why not give him a call once we’re done here,” the handsome actor suggested, his smooth baritone like a balm to her fraying nerves.

    “You don’t have to do that! What about the movie you’re in the middle of filming,” the stunned woman protested, some of her panic ebbing when her former obsession rubbed his pale cheek along hers affectionately.

    “Yes I do Raven and I’m sure Jonathan would agree. After seeing what happened with your father, I would feel a lot better being around than miles away,” the dark haired thespian announced before the line went dead, nearly making Raven want to scream in frustration.

    Giving the taller male holding her an apologetic glance, the black clad woman dialed Davis’ number like Depp had requested; getting an immediate and rather panicked answer. “Raves, thank Christ you’re okay,” the dreadlocked male husked before the first ring even finished, sounding like he was pacing in a moving vehicle.

    “Don’t tell me you’re coming too,” the overwhelmed female grumbled, Manson’s tattooed arms the only things that were keeping her steady at this point.

    “I’m afraid so. I don’t know much but I know enough to realize you need all the friends you can get right now,” the rock star replied, earning a groan from the now very nervous artist. Explaining Manson was going to be bad enough, let alone his band. Now she was going to have Johnny as well as the entire band of Korn.

    “Hey, are you okay,” came a concerned husk from her friend, making the stressed freelancer sigh quietly.

    “Yeah, I’m fine. Have a safe trip,” she reassured, sounding as cheerful as she could before hanging up with an aggravated huff.

    In the past few minutes, her mood had gone from cuddly to almost downright panic attack. Her mother, she could handle. Her mother’s reaction to all these men? That would be a bit harder. Turning her phone off in one motion, Raven was pulling herself free of Manson to get dressed. Just as the singer was about to protest, a loud knock was heard downstairs. “It begins,” the already nervous woman sighed as she slipped on jeans and a new Marilyn Manson t-shirt. Then she was running down the stairs before her fiance could stop her, determined to just answer their questions and be done with it. The sight that greeted her when she opened the door let the shy female know it would be more than just a few questions.
    Several press representatives were crowded outside the door, shoving their mics into her face as one entity as soon as the entry opened. It was only the band and Manson behind her that kept her from being shoved into her own house. Taking a deep breath, the unknown artist felt her lover take his place by her side; his hand curling around hers to give a reassuring squeeze. Taking strength from that small gesture, the introverted female began to answer questions; starting out so quiet that the reports shushed eachother until they could hear her. As time went on, she gained in confidence and volume; soon acting as if this was old hat to her. She was so focused on the cameras and mics that she never noticed the proud look the performer next to her was giving her.
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