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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: ‘They all deserve to die. Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why! Because in all of the whole human race, Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two. There's the one staying put in his proper place and one with his foot in the other one's face. Look at me, Mrs Lovett! Look at you! No, we all deserve to die... Even you, Mrs Lovett, even I!’ - Sweeney Todd

Chapter Twenty-Two: A Little Help From My Friends

    In what seemed like days but was really only a matter of several hours, their already crowded house was filled with even more people; something Amanda wasn’t amused by when she came home from work. “What the fuck is going on?!” the confused, shocked female yelled, trying to be heard over the voices of the men cramming her shared home. A bunch of them wore dreadlocks and full on beards or goatees and only two were familiar in the mess of newcomers, Johnny Depp and Jonathan Davis.

    “Sorry, this is kinda my fault for yesterday,” Raven called from somewhere in the kitchen, Ginger and one of Davis’ men stepping out of the way as she and Manson made their way to the front door.

    “There are way too many people in this house,” the harried looking writer complained, looking exceedingly exasperated.

    “Look, this was their idea. Talk to them,” the freelancer returned, gesturing to the two Johns.

    The two flinched guiltily just before the curly haired hellcat turned her gaze to them, her green eyes shooting pure fire. Then she was charging at them, making the group around them spread out as she pounced. Giggling, Raven rolled her hazel eyes before checking her watch. It was only six and her mom had yet to show her face. If she was lucky, the older woman hadn’t wanted to spring the dough for an overnight flight but when had she ever gotten that lucky. As it was, she was still exhausted from all the questions she had answered earlier. The paparazzi was understandably rabid, asking rapid fire questions until Manson had eventually shoved them out the door hours later. By the time they had left, Johnny had arrived; soon followed by Davis and his crew.

    Sighing, the midnight clad artist rolled her eyes before moving into the less crowded living room to plop herself on the couch. To tell the truth, while they meant well, the huge amount of people in her house was stressing her out even more than she already was. She wasn’t used to all this hubbub, being rather introverted and shy before Manson came into her life. The fact that she had so many famous friends still frankly made her head swim. A weight sinking down beside her drew her out of her thoughts and she found herself looking up into her famous fiance’s concerned, mismatched eyes. “I could ask Davis’ band to leave if that would help,” he offered, making her smile gratefully.

    “Please? I have enough to deal with as it is without having to ask his band to fuck off to a hotel or something. I don’t mind the sentiment but I highly doubt they’re here for me. They don’t really know me and have no real reason to feel concern for me,” she responded, his offer helping her relax significantly. She felt like a bit of a coward but she honestly didn’t handle confrontation well. In fact, she often froze up at critical moments.

    Smiling at her gently, the rock star pressed a kiss to her lips before getting to his feet and taking in a deep breath. “Alright, everyone who isn’t here to support Raven get the fuck out! This isn’t some concert hall!” he hollered, making the now mortified artist wince.

    “You could have found a quieter way to tell them,” she murmured in a small voice, doing her best to avoid looking at all the band members that filed their way out.

    The quiet that followed was deafening and she soon found herself in the company of the two Johns and her lover’s band. Amanda and Twiggy also joined the party, the large group wearing varying expressions of worry and amusement. “You know, if you wanted my band to leave all ya had to do was ask,” Jonathan teased, breaking the silence and drawing a chuckle from the nervous woman on the couch.

    “Sorry, I’m not too good at that type of thing. Every time I tried I just... lock up. Probably a leftover from my parents,” she returned, looking a bit rueful as she leaned into her fiance. Manson only wrapped a loose arm around her midnight clad shoulders, pressing an affectionate kiss on her forehead.

    Thankfully Davis seemed to understand, nodding in response as his mustached lips pursed. Jeordie, Ginger and Amanda also looked slightly displeased, each wearing identical expressions of rage. Rage that wasn’t directed at the artist snuggling with the ‘God of Fuck.’ “Gotten any calls from record companies yet?” Pogo chirped, breaking the somber mood and drawing everyone’s attention to him.

    “A few actually. Right after the reporters went away. I already decided on which label I’m going to work for though. I’m going to be under Marilyn’s record label. They want me to move out to California. That’s the only part I wasn’t sure about. I mean, we already paid off this house after using our collected inheritance as well as substantial savings. Also there’s Amanda to consider,” she replied, her pale brow crinkling as she mulled over her thoughts.

    “I say we do it,” the curly haired female supplied, shocking everyone in the room with her declaration. Before Raven could even ask, her longtime companion held up a hand for silence.

    “I know we’ve already paid off this house but California is closer to everyone. I’m sure Johnny is going to get sick of living in that hotel at some point. Also, I bet Manson has a house there as well. Not to mention all the opportunities that would be available to both of us in our fields,” the slightly older journalist reasoned, her green eyes glittering with excitement.

    Raven could only heave a sigh before internally conceding her friend’s point. It would be easy to simply just move in with Manson, provided the singer was up for it. Before she could even ask, she felt a hand under her chin moving her head to look at the man to her right. “We’re getting married anyway, I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to move in,” he whispered, answering her unasked question before his lips were gently brushing hers.

    “Okay I guess. I’ll tell them my answer. They offered to take care of the move as well as the sale of the house. Must be because I’m dating one of their stars,” she chuckled, before giving the man who held her heart a light kiss.

    Then she was up and moving, leaving Manson looking both irritated and amused as she went right to the landline to place her call. Soon the still sizeable group settled in, the rock star leaning against the wall by his fiance as she hashed out the details with her new bosses. By the time she hung up, it was going on nine at night and she had yet to send off her client’s artwork. Swearing heavily, the frazzled freelancer sprinted upstairs to grab her sketchbook. She didn’t make it far out of her room before she ran face first into something rather immovable. “Oof,” the nearly spent artist gasped, rubbing her sore nose as she looked up to see what she had bumped into.

    There stood a very concerned looking performer, his naked lips pursed as he gently plucked the leatherbound object from her hands. “H-hey!” Raven protested weakly, making a jump for the book and failing miserably.

    “No hun. You’ve been going nonstop since early this morning and you’re going to get sick if you keep going. Give me the numbers and I’ll fax these off,” the intimidating singer declared, his eyes stilling any protest she had.

    Huffing slightly, the black haired femme swayed slightly as she tried to gather her thoughts enough to try to plead her case. This only resulted in giving her body enough time to come to the realization that she was indeed running on very little sleep. In moments she was collapsing, Manson’s arms catching her just before she would have hit the carpet. “Numbers by sketches,” she informed weakly as her lover laid her on the bed and covered her. Lady quickly hopped on the bed and curled up beside her, acting as a living plush while the still dressed artist simply passed out.

    “Okay hun. I’ll be back in a bit,” rasped a voice through a filter as she drifted into unconsciousness.

    The next thing she knew, Raven was sitting bolt upright; staring into the darkness as she tried to figure out why she had woken up and why her heart was beating so fast. Manson snorted beside her and rolled over as Lady let out a low growl, only making the organ in her chest stutter even more. Then there was a loud knock from downstairs, sounding like angry pounding and answering several of the questions filling her mind. Whispering a soft apology, she reached over and began to shake the thin superstar lying to her left. Unfortunately he only flailed at her in response, rolling away from her with soft noise. “Well shit,” the frightened female hissed before shaking him even harder.

    This time the goth rocker released a low growl and swatted her hands away sharply, grumbling at her before settling back into heavy breathing. Torn between being scared of her infamous other half and wanting to have someone come with her downstairs, the now shaking freelancer shook him even harder while murmuring his birth name in an urgent tone. Releasing a soft exhale, the ‘Rock God’ beside her opened his now brown eyes. “Mmm, what,” he rasped in a groggy, irritated sounding voice as he sat up. Another, much more angry sounding knock came from downstairs; making the pair go absolutely still.

    “Stay here,” he hissed before flinging the covers off himself and prowling to her bedroom door while completely nude.

    “Like Hell!” she whispered urgently, flinging the covers off herself and scrambling out of bed to grab one of his tattooed arms in a death grip.

    “Fine, then stay the fuck behind me and do what I tell you. If I tell you to run, you run,” he bit out, his voice holding a steely edge as he opened the door and went out into the hall.

    “Oh Christ, fucking put some pants on at least!” came a violated sounding female voice, startling the pair badly and causing them to turn to see a disgusted looking Amanda who was accompanied by a neutral Ginger. To be fair, the drummer had probably seen more of Manson than he ever wanted to during his years working for the man so this was probably nothing new.

    As for the performer himself, he didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the fact Raven’s childhood friend was currently getting an eyeful. “Sorry but I had other things on my mind,” he snarled, another volley of pounding on the door reminding the four of them why they were out in the hall in the first place.

    “What the fuck is going on out there?” Jeordie snarled as he opened the door to what used to be Manson’s room. Soon the others were coming out of their rooms as well, Johnny coming out of the room Ginger had been using before moving into Amanda’s.

    Within seconds the large group was moving downstairs, Ginger and Manson making sure their fiances were behind them. When they got to the door, the taller singer flung it open to reveal a rather thin woman who had her hand raised to knock once again. The older, bony female’s brown eyes flew open and an indignant sputter left her lips as she took several steps back from the still very naked superstar. “Wh-what the fuck? Meagan Claire Starling, get out here right now!” the violated looking female spat out, rage clear in her voice as her hands curled into tight, shaking fists.

    Raven froze behind Manson, all her old fear and bitterness coming back in a rush. Knowing it was best to show her face before her mother began to make rash assumptions and called the police, she took a deep breath before stepping out amongst heavy protests from her fiance. In fact, his hand scrabbled at her shoulder to stop her; only serving in her jerking the limb away. “Gee mom, what did you think was going to happen when you start pounding on the door in the middle of the night,” she sighed, her voice showing none of the abject terror she felt as she faced down a woman she hadn’t seen in several years. The only thing that bolstered her courage was the fact that there was a rather scary rock star right behind, currently using her body to shield his nudity.

    Susan narrowed her earthy eyes before leveling the man behind her daughter with a chilling glower. “Are you using my daughter as a sex slave? Were you just getting finished forcing her to suck off your disgusting band?” she snarled, her high pitched voice full of venom. Before the still naked performer could even make a move, Raven was moving forward and slapping her hard.

    “You have some fucking nerve, coming here when you clearly aren’t wanted and proceeding to accuse my fiance of things you know nothing about. As far as I’m concerned, your right to be worried about me ended the day you kicked me out and forced me to move in with Tony,” the artist hissed in a quiet, steely voice, her hazel eyes shining with old fear and hatred.

    For a few seconds, the older woman gaped like a landed fish. Then the wind refilled her sails slowly as a commotion broke out behind Raven. Diverting her gaze to behind her, the dark haired female saw her fiance struggling to join her in the yard; the only things holding him back being his band and Jeordie. “You little bitch! I’m not going to just sit by and let you dirty the family name by becoming a common whore,” came a crazed growl, drawing her attention back to her estranged mother just before she got full on clawed in the face.

    Crying out and holding the bleeding wounds on her cheek, the stunned freelancer took a few steps back before pulling her hand away. The sight of her own blood, let alone the knowledge that her mother had drawn it, made her feel weak in the knees and she found the edges of her vision going grey as she swayed in place. Her only saving grace was the sudden appearance of the two very different Johns. Davis grabbed her mother by the arms while Johnny wrapped his arms around a fainting Raven. “Call the police!” the actor roared as he scooped her into his arms and carried her prone body inside.

    As soon as the star got close enough, Manson was taking her; fury written on his pale features as he sprinted upstairs. Johnny stayed close on his heels, a worried look on his goateed face. “Run some water and dampen a washcloth. We have to clean these,” the singer ordered, not seeming at all bothered by the other male’s presence. Instead he seemed much more concerned with taking care of his unconscious lover, something that made the thespian smile despite his immense concern. Simply nodding, the slightly shorter male did as his friend asked; helping clean and dress the nasty gashes.

    In the process, Raven had awoken due to the pain and tried to scamper away from the touches on her skin until she heard familiar, male voices soothing her. “J-johnny? Mare?” she whispered before reaching out for one or both of them. Manson was who responded first, pulling her into his lap as he began to murmur comforting things to her.

    “Is she gone?” she asked in a small, frightened voice, getting a reassuring hum from both men.

    “I imagine Amanda has called the cops already. If she’s not gone, she will be soon,” Depp reassured, one of his hand brushing her bangs back tenderly.

    Instead of reacting with jealousy like she thought, the singer merely hummed in agreement before handing her off to the actor. Both were stunned at this but neither were going to complain, certainly not Johnny. He had missed Raven terribly in his short time away and it felt good to hold her in his arms again. “Go lay her down and stay with her while I make sure that witch goes away,” the rocker ordered quietly before getting to his feet and leaving. Smiling down at the artist in his arms, the movie star slowly straightened before doing what his friend had asked.

    As soon as she was on the sheets, he sat down with her; reluctant to put any space between them until Manson returned. As silly as it seemed, the rocker had entrusted him with Raven’s safety; something he didn’t take lightly. “Are you okay?” he asked smiling at Lady as she came out from under the bed to sniff him.

    “Yeah, I guess all the stress of the past few days finally caught up to me. It doesn’t help that she drew blood. The sight of it makes me go all weird,” she whispered, shaking slightly at the memory. A warm hand covering hers drew her attention back to Johnny and she found herself drowning in the depths of his brown eyes.

    “I’m glad you’re coming to California. I may have come out here but I have to go back soon. I was on the verge of quitting the shoot until you said you were moving,” he confessed, reaching forward to cup the uninjured side of her paper white face.

    Raven only let out a small sigh, leaning into his touch as her heart leapt at her words. His feelings for her were only getting stronger, only serving to fill her with guilt. The fact that Johnny would be happy just being around her and never being able to have her was incomprehensible to her. Then again, she could say she felt the same about Manson. If he had never wanted to be in a relationship and had only wanted to be friends, she would have leapt at the chance to just live near him. “Oh Johnny what am I doing to you,” she sighed, giving him a sad glance as she placed a platonic but no less loving kiss on his palm.

    “Nothing I’m not allowing. I’ve already told you, just be around you makes me happy. Even if we can be nothing more than friends, I want to share every moment of your life,” he replied, warmth in his chocolate orbs as his slightly rough thumb brushed her skin.

    A clearing throat broke the moment like a soap bubble, making the star pull away as he turned to the door with a guilty expression. Even Raven was blushing heavily, avoiding the gaze of her lover as he stood in the still open entry. “Johnny, I’m not blind you know. I’ve seen the way you look at her,” the performer rasped, a smile quirking his naked lips as he prowled slowly into the room and closed the door behind him.

    “Brian, I didn’t mean any disrespect! She’s yours and I accept that,” the handsome male sputtered, getting to his feet and backing away from the bed.

    “I know Johnny. I also know she won’t leave me for you. I trust the two of you and I have to say, I find them chemistry between you intriguing,” Manson purred, a strange look in his matching eyes.

    Raven could only gawp at the pair, a strange feeling blooming in her chest. Surely someone as possessive as Manson couldn’t be suggesting what she thought he was. Surely she had to have passed out and this was some sort of wet dream. Then her gaze moved to the goateed man to her right, the shocked expression he wore telling her this was definitely not a dream. “Wh-what are you saying?” the star husked out in a breathless voice as the singer kept approaching. The ‘Antichrist Superstar’ only gave his old friend a crooked grin before crawling onto to the bed beside a thoroughly confused looking artist. A lanky, tattooed arm wrapped around her waist as he began to kiss behind her ear.

    “I’m saying, if Raven is willing, I wouldn’t mind watching you two,” rumbled a raspy baritone as lips continued to roam her sensitive neck.

    Silence filled the room as the utterly stunned pair stared at the black haired male like he was insane. The taller, lithe male only smirked at them both before getting a strangely serious expression on his face. His brown gaze moved to Raven’s and locked there as he made sure he had her full attention. “I mean it. Feeling the sexual tension between you two has almost been like an aphrodisiac for me. It certainly helps that Johnny is someone I trust with my life,” he rumbled, smirking at the blush that crossed her porcelain cheeks.

    “I... I...,” the flustered female stammered, her body flushing with naughty want, deep guilt for feeling that want and embarrassment.

    It wasn’t that she wasn’t tempted, it was that it made her feel a bit like hypocrite. There was also the lovely fact that her demons about her body were still very alive, if not very quiet for the time being. All it would take would be for her to so much as lift her shirt to Johnny and she would be a puddle of tears. As much good as Manson’s attentions had done for her self confidence, they didn’t get rid of the underlying self hatred that had been cultivated over years of living with her abusive parents. As if sensing her thoughts, Johnny was kneeling in front of her to take a hand in both of his; his warm eyes locking with hers as he gave her an achingly gentle smile. “Its okay sweetie. Just because Bri suggests it, doesn’t mean it has to happen. I know how much you struggled just to be intimate with him and he’s someone you’ve loved for years,” he assured in a soft tone, placing a loving kiss on the top of her hand.

    Raven could only nibble her lower lip as she struggled with herself, a not too small part of her wanting this very, very much. A fact that sort of disturbed her. Craning her head back to look at her fiance, she got a loving smile that helped clear some of the confusion whirling in her head. “It’s like how you see me and Jeordie if that helps,” the singer offered, his words helping her feel even better. Kissing the tip of his nose, she switched her hazel gaze back to Depp. Seeing the hope and resignation in his eyes helped make her decision a bit easier but not the actions that would have to come.

    “Johnny... this isn’t easy for me but I... It hurts me to see you following me around like some puppy only to really get nothing out of it. I... I do have a lot of affection for you. A lot more than I should considering I’m engaged but it seems my fiance has given us permission,” she blathered, knowing she was rambling but was unable to stop due to nerves. It was only Johnny himself craning forward to capture her lips in a sweet kiss that stopped the flow of words.

    “Its okay Raven. If we only do this once or if we never do it, I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to feel obligated to give me anything,” he assured in a gentle baritone that made liquid magma fill her core. Not to mention his mouth watering scent that made her want to shudder.

    Before either of them knew it, she was snagging the back of her head with her hand to give her a kiss of her own; her tongue licking his silky lips as a soft, unconscious moan left her. Manson only chuckled when Depp responded with a growl, deepening the kiss as the singer slipped his hand up his fiance’s shirt to fondle her left breast. Raven gasped at the contact, arching her back as lust shot through her womb like a hot spear. Then she was turning her head to give the male behind her an incredulous look, only getting a satisfied looking smirk in response.

    A warm, slightly rough hand gently came up to cup her cheek, turning her gaze back to an amused Johnny. Huffing slowly through his nose, the goateed movie star brushed a thumb on her skin as he held her gaze with his. “Did that kiss mean you want to accept Brian’s suggestion?” he whispered, his back hair hanging in his face and making his angular face look even more handsome. Fighting off the anxiety that gripped her heart at his question, the panting female gave slight nod; gasping when her friend captured her lips in a kiss so needy it made her toes curl.

    “Oh my sweet, sweet girl. I promise you will not regret it,” he assured, before moving his gaze to lock on Manson. The singer only gave a nod, his hand continuing to massage her breast as well as play with her pert nipple.

    Releasing a shuddery moan as tingling pleasure began to fill her limbs, Raven leaned back into her fiance; gasping and startling slightly when he began to lift the oversized t-shirt she wore as pajamas. Whimpering unsurely, she burrowed her face in his neck as the performer lifted the midnight material over her head. As soon as her skin was exposed to the cool air, her heart began to race as she filled with old insecurities. A warm, rough hand cradling her cheek drew her out of her quickly darkening thoughts as she found herself looking into the dilated pupils of the actor kneeling in front of her. “Gorgeous,” rasped his reverent sounding voice before he shifted his gaze back to Manson.

    Before she even knew what was happening, the rockstar behind her was sitting up to lean against the headboard of her bed; placing her in front of him. Johnny soon followed, leaning over her to cradle her face in his hands and give her a passionate kiss. As his tongue gently coaxed her mouth to open, one of his slightly rough palms slid from her cheek, down her neck and to one of her ample breasts. Then his skilled fingers were plucking at a pink nipple, causing Raven to gasp into his open mouth. Depp only released a possessive sounding noise in response before he slowly broke the kiss, his molten eyes burning into hers as he panted raggedly. “Go ahead Johnny,” Manson urged in a gruff voice, leaning forward to nibble along her sensitive neck.

    Taking that as his cue, the actor slowly lowered himself down; latching onto the nipple his hand wasn’t occupied with. A shuddery moan left the artist as she began to writhe, white fire beginning to coil and flare within her womb. Her hands came up of their own accord, tangling in his dark hair as his tongue curled and lapped around the sensitive nub. Manson growled low against her neck, his hands sliding down her sides to rest on her wide hips; encouraging her to lift her rear so he could remove her panties. Thankfully she complied with little fuss, letting out a small mewl as the star switched to her other breast.

    Then she felt one of her fiance’s hands on her weeping, aching slit, drawing a relieved noise from her as he began to play with her pearl. “You’re soaking wet,” the rocker cooed in a throaty voice before offering his fluid covered hand to Johnny. In an instant, the actor was releasing her to lick her essence off the other man’s fingers; releasing a soft noise as he did so. Then he was looking up at both of them, asking silent permission despite the clear desire in his eyes to continue. Feeling Manson nod from behind her, a slightly dazed Raven nodded as well; too caught up in the sensations rolling through her body to really know what was going on.

    Releasing a noise that shot straight to her core and only added to the burning lust coiling inside her, Depp kissed his way down her body until he was eye level with her womanhood. Giving the shaven skin an affectionate kiss first, the dark haired male began to lap slowly at her dripping passage while Manson continued to play with her tiny bundle of nerves. Then the singer was removing his fingers, much to her protest, to lift her hips slightly. Even Johnny had stopped his ministrations, pulling back to watch as the tattooed male slowly pulled his lover over his erection with a low groan.

    Then he was motioning the star to rejoin them, his hips moving as he slowly began to take Raven. Johnny scrambled back into place, his facial hair scratching her pleasantly as he latched onto her small button. One of his hand moved to undo his pants, freeing his manhood as he suckled on her. Soon the two were working in tandem, her quiet gasps and moans only seeming to drive them on. “Cum for us Raven,” Manson rasped as Depp continued to orally pleasure her while he fucked her. The panting female could only shake hard before letting out a wordless cry as she orgasmed hard. Making a gruff noise, the rock star spilled into her; followed closely by the movie star between her legs.
    Then the goateed male was rising to lay beside her as Manson slowly lifted her of his deflating manhood to lay her between them. The two of them wrapped their arms around the exhausted female and kissed her cheek, smiling at her content expression. As unusual as what had just happened had been, it had taken her mind off the stress of what happened and she was grateful. Yawning, she snuggled into Manson with Johnny at her back, slipping into the best sleep she’d had in a long time.
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