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

Chapter List
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Author’s Note: ‘You know the thing about a shark, he's got... lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white.’ - Captain Quint (Jaws)
Holy fuck, long chapter is long. Sorry ‘bout that guys.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Bittersweet
Raven returned to the house with Johnny while Amanda went with Jerome to grab their belongings as well as the pets. Despite the fact that she was happy to be sleeping in her own bed after such a long absence, the pale, bruised female found herself very hesitant to go into the house. It was only Johnny’s reassuring presence behind her that gave her the strength to unlock and open the door. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, the timid female opened the door and stepped inside. “Wow, it’s like nothing happened in here,” Johnny breathed behind her, awe tinging his baritone voice.
Hazarding a glance, Raven found her jaw dropping from astonishment. Sure she hadn’t been expecting everything to be broken when she got back but she certainly hadn’t expected it to be exactly the same. “Oh wow,” she breathed, slowly moving to the left and into the kitchen. All new cabinets adorned the walls and a new table sat in the familiar breakfast nook. Yet, despite everything obviously being much newer, it looked the same as before.
“I don’t know if I should be amazed or excessively creeped out,” she murmured to herself as she glanced around the kitchen, strands of her ebony hair hanging in her still slightly swollen face.
“You should see the living room,” came a male reply from the right, sounding amused and yet a bit creeped out.
Sighing softly and steeling herself, Raven slowly moved towards the living room. Yet she was still unprepared for the sight that greeted her. Everything was the same as before, just like the kitchen. There was even the same ugly couch sitting its position behind the coffee table and facing the T.V. “Holy fuck. What the hell did he do? Rip open a hole in time and bring shit here?” whispered the astonished female, her jaw hanging open for the second time that day.
“Maybe Pogo has a photographic memory,” the goateed actor half joked, his brown eyes sparkling with humor. His brown hair, which now reached mid-neck, was tied back in a very short pony tail. Today he wore a pair of rather tight blue jeans and a form fitting white t-shirt. The way his pecs stood out against the white material was nearly enough to drive Raven to distraction.
“Somehow I wouldn’t be surprised,” she sighed, looking away from the much too handsome actor with a blush.
Noticing her sudden discomfort, Johnny only chuckled and smiled. Every day around Raven, he felt more and more attached to her. In fact he was even starting to have awkward fantasies about her. Fantasies that were getting harder and harder for him to ignore. He found himself almost craving any sort of contact with her, even wanting to kiss her at times. It was only his respect for her and Brian that kept him from acting on any of his urges. “So how ‘bout ya show me around?” he suggested with a slight grin, affection sparkling in his brown eyes as he gazed down at her. Sadness briefly flashed through his eyes as they moved over her still faintly purple skin but quickly vanished as she began to lead him through the huge house.
Amanda and Jerome came back with little incident, although Amanda was just as blown away as Raven was. Soon the small group got to lugging the bags upstairs, both females shooing the males back downstairs so they could unpack. Both Lady and Mystery were elated to be out of their crates and back home, racing around as soon as the doors to the cages opened. Once the two animals were done stretching their legs, they proceeded to engage in a fight over the couch; Mystery quickly coming out as the victor. Both were unaware of the amused looks of the four humans.
As the night wore on, Raven began to notice that Manson was nowhere to be seen. Remembering what he had been like before he left, she had a pretty good idea of where he was and what he was doing. A familiar clenching feeling beginning to fill her chest, the black haired woman snuck up to her room and locked the door. Once the lock clicked in place, she slowly collapsed to her knees as tears began to fill her vision. “Manson,” she whispered, pulling out her phone and staring at it sadly.
Manson stirred beside the hooker he had bought for the night as a familiar ringtone began to blare from his phone. A light hiss leaving his naked lips, the singer pulled away from the sleeping woman as if burned before grasping his phone and flipping it open. “Are you okay?” came a strained sounding female voice before he could even open his mouth.
“I... Y-yeah, I’m fine,” he whispered gruffly, slowly getting out of the bed and moving away from it. Guilt began to clamp his heart like a vice and he found himself beginning to pace nervously.
“Are you... Are you coming home?” came a broken reply, sounding more and more clogged by tears.
“Of course I am Raven,” Manson murmured, wincing as his heart twisted painfully in his chest. It sounded as if she suspected what he had been doing and it was hurting her. More guilt lanced through him like a spear, causing him to stagger in place and tightly squeeze his eyes shut.
“Okay,” came a breathy reply before the line simply went dead. Staring at the black phone with worried eyes, the singer sighed and began to pull on his tight, black jeans. At some point he had gotten rid of his shirt and he was now hunting for it on the floor.
As he searched, the prostitute stirred and slowly sat up. “Mmmm do ya need me ta go?” she asked in a sleep muzzed voice, looking at him blearily.
“No, the room is paid for the night so you might as well stay. Check out is at noon so be sure to be out by then,” he answered tersely, doing his best not to look at her as he rooted through the discarded sheets for his shirt. He didn’t notice the woman looking at him more closely, recognition slowly coming into her eyes.
“You’re Marilyn fucking Manson,” she whispered, wonder slipping into her voice. Her eyes fixed on the tattoos that rippled on his arms and shoulders as he put his tight, long sleeve shirt on. She wasn’t too surprised when he didn’t answer, instead reaching for the sunglasses on the nightstand and slipping them on.
“And that phone call was probably that Raven person wasn’t it?” Lacy asked, a tinge of sympathy in her voice.
Manson sighed before turning to slightly face her. “Yes,” he answered tersely before stalking towards the shut and locked door. Lacy watched him with a slightly sad expression.
“You know, from what I read in the tabloids, she must really love you.” she whispered softly, wondering why he was finding his pleasure with a whore instead of the woman who so obviously occupied his mind. The rock star only froze at her comment, going stiff for a moment before his shoulders slumped.
“I really think she does,” he replied softly, barely loud enough for her to hear. Then he unlocked the door and simply left, closing it behind him.
Raven laid on her back on her bed, an arm thrown over her closed eyes. Tears rolled down her pale, slightly sore cheeks as her heart continued to constrict in her chest. Although she honestly couldn’t blame him for going to someone else, it still hurt a great deal. Just the idea that he would go to a prostitute while he was in the same town as her made her feel ill and heartbroken. “What do you expect him to do? Be celibate until you’re ready, if you ever are?” she admonished herself, punching the mattress under her in frustration.
A gentle knock broke her sad thoughts and she sighed. “Yes?” she called in as steady of a voice as she could muster.
“It’s just Johnny. Are you okay? You’ve been in there for awhile,” came a concerned reply from the other side.
“Yeah, I’m just tired after all the traveling and what happened yesterday,” she replied, wiping her tears from her pale cheeks, being careful of hurting her battered skin as she stared at her jeans covered knees. The only response was a soft sigh from the actor, who didn’t sound like he believed her one bit.
“If you need me or Jerome, we’ll be downstairs. Amanda has already gone to bed,” Johnny offered before the soft sound of fading footsteps signaled him leaving.
Once she was alone again, the distraught woman gazed up at the poster on the wall by her bed. “I just don’t know what to do. Is this relationship even fair to you?” she whispered, more tears filling her hazel eyes. The image of Manson wearing a nazi-esque uniform blurred in her vision as she released a watery sigh.
“Should I just let you go? What’s the right thing to do here?” Raven sighed, more tears rolling down her pale, purple and blue splotched cheeks as she moved a strand of her black hair behind her ear.
The sound of running boots and a frantic knocking out of her door startled her out of her thoughts, fear filling her as she stared at the closed door. “Raven? Raven are you okay?” came a nearly frantic sounding male voice from the other side.
“What the hell Brian?! You probably scared her to death!” scolding another male voice from much further away.
Raven sighed before getting to her feet and going to the door. Opening it slightly, she peeked out to see Manson staring at her with worried, guilt filled mismatched eyes. “Come in,” she whispered, hanging her head slightly as she backed away from the door to allow him to enter. The singer didn’t waste time, immediately moving into the room and shutting the door behind him. The pale female moved to her bed, sitting on the red sheets while still hanging her head.
Instead of pausing to look around, Manson was kneeling before her; pulling on her left wrist insistently. Knowing what he wanted to check, Raven offered the appendage with no protest; watching him as his examined the still scabbed flesh. Bits of the scab flaked off as he gently brushed the wound with his thumb, a relieved noise escaping him. “Manson?” came a broken, female voice, making the rock star raise his head to meet her eyes. The amount of sadness and heartbreak in the hazel orbs took his breath away and his heart twisted painfully in his chest. The bruises on her face only helped to twisted the knife and he sucked in a pained breath.
“Raven, I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered in a gruff voice, his throat working as he swallowed thickly. It almost seemed as if he was fighting back tears.
“I’ve been thinking,” she continued in the same soft, broken tone, her gaze shifting to the right as she stared at a wall to avoid his gaze.
“Don’t... don’t leave me,” he gasped out, his heart almost stopping in his chest. Fear filled him as he got to his feet, his hands grabbing both of hers in a tight grip. If she left, he was sure he would break and never be able to repair himself again. The woman before him had grown to mean more to him than anyone else had in his long life. She had forgiven him for everything he had done so far and he was sure he would never find anyone that came close to loving him as much as she did.
“But... what happens if I’m never comfortable enough to have sex with you? What kind of relationship is that for someone like you? Would it be fair of me to continue to put us both through this?” she asked quietly, more tears silently slipping down her pale, bruise covered cheeks. Manson sighed, half out of relief and half out of understanding as he sat beside her on the bed. A clothed arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her tight against him as he rubbed her arm.
“Why worry about things that might never come to be?” he asked quietly, holding her close as he gazed down at her. Instead of pulling away like he had feared, the woman merely snuggled into his chest, fisting a hand tightly in the black material of his shirt.
“It just hurts so much to know that you’re out with some other woman while I wait for you to come back,” she whispered, beginning to cry into his shirt as her heart constricted in her chest. Just the thought of what he had been doing only a short while before brought her a huge amount of heartache.
Instead of answering, Manson merely tugged her chin, being gentle with her wounded face, until her head turned to face him. Then his lips met her still slightly swollen ones in a tender, apologetic kiss as the hand on her chin moved to cup her cheek. Raven relaxed into the chaste kiss, smiling slightly as he broke it to look in her eyes. “I’m sorry for hurting you like this,” he murmured in a gruff voice, his thumb gently brushing her cheek.
“No, I’m sorry I’m so fucked up that you have to go to another woman to have sex,” she replied, her smile turning sad as she reached up to cup his make-up free face. She didn’t like the pain and guilt she saw swirling in his mismatched eyes. She knew she should be the one who felt betrayed and angry but all she could feel was sorrow for his pain. Pain that she knew she caused.
“Don’t apologize for that, not ever again. This is my fault, not yours!” Manson snarled, shaking her lightly before meeting her lips with a searing kiss. He poured all of his love, lust and possession into the kiss, his hands roaming restlessly on her shirt covered back.
Raven broke the kiss with a breathless gasp, her battered lips throbbing slightly as she looked up at him with confused, lust filled eyes. “B-but...,” she began, feeling unsure as she looked up at him. The look the singer gave her stopped her breath in her throat.
“Enough,” he hissed, a steel edge to his voice as he pressed his lips to her forehead. Raven only sighed and leaned into his warm body, snuggling into him as he wrapped his arms loosely around her. The pale female breathed his scent deeply, simply enjoying being in his arms for the time being.
“No matter who I sleep with, I’ll always love you,” the singer murmured, kissing the top of her head gently. For some reason the words helped soothe her sore heart and she looked up at him with a small smile. The rock star smiled back at her, brushing his fingertips along her cheeks lovingly, being careful of the angry wounds.
“Now if I know anything about you, you haven’t eaten at all since earlier today,” he jabbed with a smirk, getting to his feet and pulling her with him by her hands. Raven opened her mouth to protest when her stomach let out a loud rumble. When Manson hadn’t shown up she had lost any appetite she had, first out of worry then out of sorrow.
Her body having betrayed her and Manson giving her an amused look that was mixed with frustration, Raven blushed and nodded. “Yeah, you’re right,” she conceded, avoiding his gaze while nibbling her slightly swollen bottom lip shyly as his thumbs brushed over the back of her hands; ignoring the painful throbbing the nibbling caused. The reality of just what she had been doing a few seconds ago washed over her and she felt hot all over. Since when had she gotten so comfortable cuddling with Manson?
Pondering over this new information, the pale, battered female gently tugged her hands free and moved to open her bedroom door. Manson moved close behind her, pressing himself flush against her as he caged her against the wooden portal with his body. A low purr rumbling out of his chest, the singer ground his awakening manhood against her butt as he reached for the doorknob and opened the door. “M-manson?” she squeaked unsurely, looking up at him with embarrassed, incredulous eyes. Surely he couldn’t be... Not right after fucking a hooker!
Manson growled softly as he lowered his head, his hot breath fanning her neck as his hands came to her waist. Apparently he very much was! A small sound of mortification mixed with lust left her lips as Raven squirmed against him, unsure what she should do. Thankfully Manson made the decision for her, releasing her with a hiss. “Go ahead downstairs, I’ll be right behind you,” he husked out, his voice low and growly.
The singer now gripped the door frame tightly with one hand, his jaw clenched tight as he almost seemed to be holding himself back. His brown right eye was almost black from desire and the pupil almost took up the entire iris. As Raven began to back away, she noticed his thin chest was heaving, as if he was undergoing enormous strain. A bit flattered, as well as scared, about her effect on the rock star; the black haired woman slowly turned and made her way down the stairs.
Johnny and Jerome gave her odd looks as she walked past the living room and to the kitchen. “You okay Raven?” the actor asked, moving to get to his feet.
“Yeah! I’m fine,” she answered quickly, wincing at just how hot and bothered her voice sounded. The sight of Manson nearly on his knees from his need for her had turned her on fiercely. He shouldn’t have been capable of that level of arousal so soon after sex and it sort of thrilled her that he wanted her that badly.
Taking a deep breath to try to calm her excited body, Raven moved to the cupboards and pulled out a plate. “Just need to make food. Don’t think about the incredibly hot singer in your bedroom,” she whispered to herself, frustration and lust in her voice as she moved to the fridge to pull out a couple pizza pockets.
“Is pizza and soup all you eat at home?” came an amused male voice from behind her, hot breath brushing her ear.
Nearly jumping out of her skin, Raven whirled to face Manson; who grinned down at her in a rather predatory manner. “You have no idea how good it feels to hear you want me as well,” he purred softly, leaning down to briefly brush her lips with his. Then, as suddenly as he had came, he backed off to sit in a chair backwards; resting his chin on the back of the chair and grinning at her.
The flabbergasted female watched the singer, her fingertips lingering over her slightly swollen lips. He thought she didn’t want him? That her body didn’t ache for his like his no doubt ached for hers? She couldn’t blame him. Despite him doing everything he could to get into her bed, she hadn’t allowed him to take the longed for step. It would only be a matter of time before anyone wondered if the attraction was just one-sided. “Of course I want you. Look at you! What female wouldn’t want you! Sexy, charismatic and you can turn me on with just a word!” she replied heatedly, before she remembered just who she was talking to.
Her eyes going wide from mortification, Raven made an odd squeaking noise before making a break for the stairs. Unfortunately, the super star moved faster than her; quickly wrapping his arms around her and trapping her. “Really? Just a word?” he purred, his baritone voice doing naughty things to her body. Tingles ran through her in waves, pooling deep within her core and causing a needy, lustful feeling. Whimpering softly, the small female squirmed in arms; hoping against hope he would just let her go.
“From your reaction, I’d wager I’m right,” he rumbled, his hands moving to her semi-flat stomach and rubbing slowly. Then, ever so gently, he began to sway them back and forth as he nuzzled her neck. Her back pressed against his chest, tense at first and slowly relaxing as they moved in place.
“Don’t hide your desire from me. I welcome it,” he growled softly, his mismatched orbs staring at her seriously as he gently nipped her neck. Raven practically mewled in desire, her knees nearly going out from under her as her arousal jolted within her. Only Manson’s strong arms around her kept her on her feet and the singer purred in delight against her abused flesh.
A sudden clearing throat broke the spell over the pair and they both froze. The ‘Antichrist Superstar’s’ head shot up as he fixed the intruder with a furious glare, his arms becoming protective steel beams around her. Raven, on the other hand, hid her flaming, throbbing face in her hands out of sheer embarrassment. Why couldn’t the floor open now and swallow her whole, never to be seen again? She had completely forgotten about Johnny and Jerome being in a room just across from the hall. The fact that the actor had probably heard everything caused her heart to twist in pain and mortification.
It was no secret to her that the handsome actor loved her, he’d even declared that fact a few times already. The knowledge that he had heard her pouring out her feelings as well as her desire to the singer made her feel deeply ashamed and guilty. “Raven, there’s no need to be ashamed,” came Johnny’s reassuring voice. Hazarding a glance, Raven was stunned to see the actor merely grinning at her gently.
“I just wanted to come check on you two and say goodnight. Jerome will be in one of the rooms down here,” he explained, a slight sadness tinging his voice as he grinned at the pair. Feeling guilt twist in her stomach, the pale, bruised woman pulled from Manson’s arms and continued to make her humble meal.
“Rest well Johnny,” she replied with false cheerfulness, popping two pizza pockets into the microwave and inputting a time. Behind her back, Manson was giving the goateed actor a look that could curdle milk. Grinning back nervously, the handsome star wisely beat a hasty retreat up the stairs.
Just as Raven was about to turn and head to the kitchen table to wait for her food, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist as Manson pressed himself against her and burrowed his nose in her hair. Startling slightly at first, the pale, battered woman relaxed into the rock star behind her; a troubled look on her face. She had seen the flash of sadness in Johnny’s eyes and it honestly bothered her. She cared about the guy a great deal and certainly didn’t want to cause her friend any pain.
All of a sudden it struck her like a ton of bricks. She was friends with a band and a world famous actor, not to mention the fact that she was currently in a relationship with Marilyn Manson. It was surreal to think that she had gone from being a normal, free-lance artist to being friends with several famous people. If anyone had told her this a month ago, she would have laughed in their face before calling them insane. When the hell had her quiet life become a media circus’ wet dream?
A gentle nip behind her ear startled her out of her musings, bringing a gasp from her still slightly swollen lips. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice slightly husky as his arms tightened on her briefly.
“Just how one concert turned my entire life upside down,” she replied softly, turning her head to grin at him slightly. She decided it would be best that he not know she was also bothered about upsetting Johnny. Somehow, the black haired female doubted that would go over well.
“Hmm, I can tell something else is bothering you. Are you worried about Johnny?” Manson murmured, resting his cheek against her head as his hands moved over her shirt covered stomach slowly. His calloused thumbs brushed lightly over the sensitive skin under her ribs, causing small sparks of desire to dance in her lower belly.
“Yeah,” she sighed in a defeated manner, slumping slightly. She had to admit she was a bit shocked that he hit the nail on the head but the movements on her stomach were highly distracting. Her hands and feet began to tingle in an oddly delicious way as a coil of arousal slowly began to tighten in her core. Raven found just his nearness highly intoxicating, the fact he was also touching her was just icing on the cake.
“He cares a lot about you doesn’t he?” the singer behind her whispered, tenderly kissing where her chin met her neck. Freezing in shock and fear, Ravne braced herself for the sudden blow up.
“Y-yes, he told me so himself a few times,” she answered timidly, tensing as if expecting to get hit. Instead, she felt another gentle nip behind her ear, followed by a loving caress on her slightly swollen cheek. A bit shocked that he wasn’t screaming at her or roaring for the actor’s blood, the still bruised female turned to face the rock star; his arms loosening just enough to allow her to move.
“Th-that doesn’t bother you?” she squeaked out fearfully, her heart thudding in her chest. The patient, loving look he gave her was more than enough to soothe her fears. Then he leaned down to briefly brush her lips with his before letting out a quiet chuckle.
“No. He’s not going to try to seduce you out from under me and I doubt you’re going to elope with him to Vegas,” he purred, amusement thick in his voice as his mismatched eyes glittered down at her.
Unable to help the sigh of relief, Raven leaned her head against his clothed chest and wrapped her arms hesitantly around his thin waist. Letting out another chuckle, the rock star rested a hand on the back of her head and a hand on the small of her back as he leaned down to affectionately nuzzle the crown of her head. The pale, battered woman sighed contently, her hazel eyes slipping closed as she breathed in his warm, masculine scent. “Just don’t forget that you’re my girlfriend. There is never any reason to feel ashamed for showing your affection for me,” he rumbled, his voice slightly more husky as his hands tightened possessively.
The ding of the microwave broke the moment like a soap bubble, Raven darting out of his arms and to the microwave. Her heart thudded crazily in her chest and desire burned within her womanhood as she pulled her plate of food from the microwave. Unfortunately, in her haste, the flustered woman had forgotten that the plate itself would be quite hot. As soon as she pulled it free, she had to drop the plate on the counter and wave her hand; a pained hiss coming from her lips.
All of a sudden her right wrist was grasped in a firm grip as Manson was there immediately, examining her hand for serious damage. The fact that he cared that much made her heart flutter and her stomach promptly do flip-flops. As he saw the slightly reddened skin he made a displeased noise and began to kiss each injured digit, his mismatched eyes staring down at her. Her breath caught in her throat as it felt like her heart would explode in her chest. Her womanhood pulsed deliciously as she saw the love and concern burning in his heterochromic gaze. “Be more careful hun,” he murmured, his voice holding an odd edge as he released her hand and stepped back.
Standing in place for a few seconds, her hand still in the air, Raven shook herself with an embarrassed blush before she turned to grab the plate a second time. Thankfully the porcelain disc had cooled considerably, allowing her to make her way to the small table and sit down. Avoiding the rock star’s heated gaze, Raven began to eat; surprised to find that she was actually quite ravenous. As she ate, movement beside her made her turn her head. Shock and flusterment filled her as the super star sat in a chair beside her, an amused grin on his pale face as he watched her eat.
Swallowing her current mouthful slowly, her tongue unconsciously snaked out of her mouth to lick at the tomato sauce on her puffy lips as she gave Manson a confused look. A hungry sounding growl rumbled from the singer’s chest as he leaned forward, his tongue slowly licking over the remains her tongue had left behind. Raven could only blush, her hazel eyes going wide as the rock star looped a hand behind her head to hold her in place as he began to lave his tongue over her slightly parted, battered lips. Then, shuddering slightly as he pulled back, Manson gave her a look filled with pure hunger. “I could just eat you up,” he husked out, his voice gruff and throaty as he grinned in a predatory way at her. The hand on the back of her head tightened as he pressed his forehead against hers, his mismatched eyes burning into her hazel gaze.
Raven whimpered shyly, her heart feeling like it was about to beat out of her chest as she stared up at him. Her gaze went to his lips as she licked her slightly swollen lips nervously and tried to gather her courage. It wasn’t as if this was the first time she had initiated a kiss but this time seemed a bit different. There was a palatable tension in the singer as he seemed to be waiting for something. His own chest was heaving slightly as his whitish-blue and brown eyes burned into her.
Taking in a deep breath, Raven leaned forward to capture her boyfriend’s lips in a passionate kiss; ignoring the pain from her still injured lips. The thrill of even just thinking of him as her boyfriend made her put some extra feeling into the action, her tongue entering his mouth and dueling with his. One of her hands rose to grip his shoulder length, black hair in a harsh grip as she growled into his mouth, giving his tongue a nip when it entered her own mouth. Manson returned the growl, his own hand moving under her hair as he held her locked to his mouth.
Both breathed through their noses, simply unwilling to break the kiss as Raven slowly slid onto the rock star’s lap. A crimson blush stained her swollen, throbbing cheeks as she fought valiantly against the panic and shame rising within her. She had every right to be in his lap! They had gone through absolute hell not to mention him being gone for several weeks, she had missed him. She had missed him so much that she ached at the thought of him going on tour without her. Right now, especially after him recently sleeping with a hooker, she needed to show him just how much she loved him, how much he belonged to her and her alone.
Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Raven looked up at the singer with wide, shocked eyes. Had she really just thought of the rock star she was currently straddling as hers? Holy fuck! Was she currently straddling Marilyn fucking Manson?! NO! She would not allow her fears to win this time! This time she was damn well going to show the man she had loved for years before she met him just how much he meant to her.
Manson stared up at the woman currently sitting in his lap, a happy, lust filled grin on his make-up free face. He had never expected the timid female to be acting like this but he liked it. He liked seeing the desire and love she had for him in her eyes and feeling it in her kiss. Even when she came back to her senses a bit, he found her utterly adorable. His hands itched to cup her blushing, bruised face but he held back, sensing her sudden unease. It almost looked like she wanted to run again but she was valiantly fighting the urge. Proud of her bravery, the rock star contented himself with waiting.
Luckily he didn’t have to wait long, her abused lips crashing on his with newborn ferocity. One of the closed cuts on her lower lip burst open on contact, giving them both the faint taste of blood as their tongues met again. Manson growled into the kiss, breathing out through his nose as he ground his clothed arousal against her butt. To his delight and her shock, Raven moaned into his mouth as her free hand came up to caress his cheek. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding against him a couple times before she halted the movement.
A crimson blush stained her painful cheeks as the nervous female began to break the kiss to apologize. She hadn’t meant to do that! She had been lost in the need to make the man she currently sat on feel everything she felt for him. Her desire had gone to a roaring flame, tightening into an almost painful coil of heat within her as she had kissed him. Then her body had acted on its own, her hips grinding along him.
As she began to pull back, she felt Manson’s hand on the back of her head tighten; holding her against his mouth. His tongue lapped over hers in a strangely soothing manner as his free hand came down to cup her jeans covered butt. As he forced their kiss to continue, Raven eventually relaxed and began to respond again; her tongue twining with his. Then, without breaking the kiss, Manson was lifting her into his arms and carrying her up the stairs. Small purrs escaped the rock star as he continued to kiss the female in his arms.
At first Raven was unsure of how to react when her boyfriend began to mount the stairs. This had been what she wanted but now that it was happening, she was starting to feel unsure. As they got closer to her door, her old panic and fear began to take over; making her begin to hesitate in the kiss. As if he sensed her growing hesitation, Manson broke the kiss to look into her hazel orbs. “Raven? We don’t have to continue,” he husked out, his voice sounding strained as he began to set her down.
Quickly grasping his shirt, the pale, injured female shook her head vehemently. If she couldn’t manage to have sex with him, then she would worship him. Tonight she had a few things she had gotten from fanfics that she wanted to try. Just the thought of it made her blush even harder, causing her poor cheeks to sting painfully. Then, to her relief, Manson nodded in response before continuing into her bedroom.
Setting her tenderly on the bed, the rock star turned to the wooden door; closing and locking it. Raven watched him from her position, trying desperately to keep her heart from beating out of her chest. Yeah this was Marilyn Manson but he was also her boyfriend and someone she loved very much. She was determined to show him just how much. Still, as he turned to face her with utter desire, she felt a spike of fear as well as lust. Taking a deep breath, Raven slowly got off the bed, grinning at a now confused looking singer. “Sit on the bed?” she asked shyly, avoiding his gaze as she fiddled with her ponytail.
Manson only chuckled lightly, cupping her cheek briefly on his way over to the bed. Once he was sitting on the red sheets, the rock star looked at the poster on the wall to the left of the bed. “Nice poster,” he teased, mirth and lust sparkling in his whitish blue left eye and his brown right eye.
“Oh hush,” Raven hissed, fighting the urge to cover her overly red, throbbing face. He only chuckled in response, tilting his head curiously as he watched her.
Taking a deep breath, the nervous woman began to walk towards the singer. Her heart beating so hard that she was afraid she would faint, Raven slowly crawled onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Breathing a bit erratically, she pressed a kiss to his lips and her hands moved from his neck to his shoulders. Manson purred into the chaste kiss, his hands resting lightly on her hips. Then, breaking the kiss to rest her nose against his, Raven slid her hands slowly down his lithe torso to the hem of his black, long sleeve shirt.
A faint look of surprise coming over his pale face, the performer lifted his arms accordingly; allowing the very shy female to remove his shirt. Swallowing thickly, Raven’s hazel eyes roamed over his milky white skin. The only bits of color on the white expanse was the tattoos on his arms and shoulders as well as the multitude of scars peppering his bony chest. The already burning arousal within her tightened another notch, causing a breathy moan to leaving her shuddering, slightly swollen lips. Embarrassed of the small noise, the obviously nervous female gently pushed on his chest with his hand until he laid back on the bed. Then with shaky hands the began to unfasten the button on his black jeans.
Manson sucked in a harsh breath, sitting up just enough to watch her pull his jeans open at the top. Trying to keep her breathing steady, Raven slowly began to tug down the zipper; a blush once again coloring her bruised cheeks as she realized the rock star was very erect and wearing no underwear. Making a small noise as her heart beat in her ears and her womanhood pulsed with some unknown need, the slightly shaking female tugged on the jeans until Manson lifted his hips and allowed her to pull them off.
All of a sudden she left him, leaving the very confused singer looking at her with some curiosity. Smiling at the now naked ‘Antichrist Superstar’ on her bed, Raven moved to her small closet and began to dig around inside for something. “What are you up to?” Manson asked, his voice husky as he moved to sit up on the red sheets.
“Oh please stay laying down. You’ll see in a minute,” she called, her back turned to him and her voice shaky and full of embarrassment. Since her back was turned she was unable to see the hunger filled smirk that curled the performer’s lips as he laid back on the bed.
Soon Raven whirled around, her hands instantly going behind her back as she turned. Looking unsure with a deep blush on her battered cheeks, the flustered female moved back toward the bed with a shy smile on her face. “I read a few things on the internet and wanted to try them out. If you’re not into any of it, that’s perfectly okay! We can always stop,” she gushed out rapidly, her hazel gaze avoiding his heated gaze as he stared up at her curiously. Clearing her throat and trying to slow her breathing, the injured female brought her hands in front of her with a shameful, unsure smile. In her hands were three different colored scarves.
Manson quirked a brow at her, his smirk going into a full on leer as he gazed up at her. “Is that for you or me?” he growled out, lust thick in his baritone voice.
“Y-you, if you don’t mind,” she murmured, shifting from side to side shyly. Hesitation was beginning to fill her as she looked down at the strips of fabric in her hands. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, she really had no idea what she was doing. Also she had an idea that if Manson knew what exactly she had in mind he wouldn’t look nearly as eager.
“I don’t mind,” he rumbled in a voice filled with desire, smiling at her in a way that caused arousal to run through her in a shock.
Swallowing thickly and trying to slow her heart rate with slow, deep breaths, Raven slowly crawled on top of the naked and very aroused performer. A purr rumbled from his chest as his burning, mismatched gaze watched her. Biting her lower lip and giving him a nervous, shy look, the blushing woman tied a red scarf around his right wrist and tied the appendage to the corresponding bedpost; ignoring the fact the bite has caused her lip to begin bleeding again. “I never expected you to know anything about this,” he rumbled, his voice rough and throaty as he watched her tie his left wrist with a green scarf.
“S-some of the ideas appeal to me. Not really sure I could handle any of the more extreme stuff though,” she replied quietly, clearing her throat softly as she tied a black scarf over his eyes with shaky, sweaty hands. Nerves, desire and embarrassment scrabbled for position within her as she pulled back to look down at the now semi-bound singer.
The material over his eyes was just see-through enough to allow him to see the female’s outline as she moved back. His tongue slowly slipped out to lick his lips as his fingers lightly felt the scarves tying his wrists. His rock hard arousal pulsed as it laid on his stomach, a dribble of clear pre leaking from the slitted tip. Then his breath caught in his throat as he felt her lightly run her nails down his chest. Purring in response, the rock star arched into the touch; hoping she would take that as a cue to continue.
Raven shuddered at his response as she ran her nails from his pecs to his belly button. Light pink, very slightly raised welts were left in their wake, making guilt slightly bloom in her chest. Still, from his response, Manson had seemed to like it. Taking a deep breath and holding it for a few seconds to calm herself, the black haired female ran her nails down harder. The super star under her responded with a throaty, gruff moan, his hips jerking up slightly as he began to pant lightly.
Encouraged by the positive response, Raven slowly leaned over until her open mouth was poised over his left nipple. Allowing her hot breath to blow on the sensitive nub for a few seconds, the shuddering woman slowly ran her tongue along the taut, erect flesh. Manson groaned under her, almost sounding pained as his torso heaved beneath her chest. “Fuck Raven,” he hissed, his voice sounding like a growl as it slid from his lips in ragged pants. A jolt of arousal shot straight to her core from his words, causing her to give a light moan against the nipple still in her mouth.
Then she pulled back from the small nodule, panting slightly as she sat on his thighs and stared down at his twitching erection. Deciding to ignore it for now, Raven ran her nails down his chest once again; drawing a heated moan from the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ as he arched into her hand. The marks she left behind were more red this time, some looking close to bleeding. A soft sigh escaping her, the black haired female leaned down to lick at his wounds; almost as if in apology. Manson groaned and panted under her, his hips straining with an effort to keep still. “Raven, please,” he gasped out in a pained, lust filled voice as he wriggled his hips slightly.
Sitting up again, Raven gave him a smoldering look that was full of lust as her hazel eyes roamed over his aroused, heaving body. Giving a small purr of her own, she slowly slid down his shuddering form until his aroused manhood was in her vision again. Lowering herself further until she was laying between his spread legs, the bruised woman reached for his throbbing, hard flesh and brought it to a vertical position. Allowing her breath to blow against the tight skin teasingly, the highly aroused Raven slowly moved up the pulsing rod until she was greeted with the dribbling tip.
Blowing on the leaking head a couple times, Raven slowly snaked her tongue out to briefly lick at the quivering top. Manson’s hips immediately jumped upward as his breathing increased in speed. His hands tugged on the silk ties binding them as he panted heavily. Feeling a rush of power as well as confidence, the normally timid woman again briefly licked the mushroomed head; getting a very similar reaction from the bound rock star. “God, Raven just....,” he growled out, his throaty voice holding a desperate edge as his manhood twitched in her hand.
Chuckling, the black haired woman obliged and licked his arousal from base to tip; stopping briefly at the top to place a loving kiss. Her panties were soaked and her core fairly ached from how aroused she was. Her thighs were even starting to shake as she slowly began to take his manhood into her mouth. Manson let out a deep, throaty snarl as she slowly engulfed him, his hips shuddering as he fought not to just start thrusting into her wet cavern. “R-raven,” he rumbled, his head lolling to the side as he continued to tug fruitlessly at his bonds.
The aroused female only hummed against his flesh as she took him as far as she could. All too soon she was gagging on his length and she had to use her hand to take care of what her mouth couldn’t. A soft moan escaping her, Raven began a slow rhythm; slight sucking noises filling the quiet room. The singer under her growled low in his throat, his hips moving as he began to hump her mouth shallowly.
Pleasure filled Manson as Raven suckled him like a popsicle. Small huffs and moans left his lips as his hips humped and ground against her moving lips. Yet he found himself wishing to bury himself in other places. Groaning and panting heavily, a tingling beginning to fill his lower body, Manson tried to pull his erection from her mouth. If he was going to cum, he was going to do it while fucking her into oblivion. “R-raven, stop,” he huffed, his voice ragged and uneven.
Raven shook her head with him still in her mouth, continuing to suck him off for all she was worth. As much as she ached to have him inside her, she knew she would break down as soon as her clothes came off. Right now all she wanted was to pleasure him, make him feel just how much she wanted to make him feel good. Moaning around his leaking erection, the pale, bruised woman began to move on him a bit faster; her core pulsing almost painfully.
Manson moaned heatedly under her, his hips jerking up of their own accord as he yanked on the scarves tying his wrists. “Raven, please! I need... I’m gonna,” he snarled out, just seconds before his arousal twitched and swelled within her mouth; shooting his thick load into the back of her throat. Raven moaned in ecstasy, even though the substance in her mouth tasted pretty darn foul. She swallowed everything he gave, giving him a few more sucks as he slowly stopped twitching.
Releasing his softening member with a sigh, the highly aroused woman reached for the scarves and untied Manson’s right hand. As soon as it was free, the singer was ripping the blindfold off and untying his other hand; almost as if he was furious with her. Yet, instead of yelling at her like she thought he was, he pulled her into a rough, lust filled kiss. He growled into her shocked mouth as his tongue forced it open to ravage the orifice. With the scarves still dangling from his pale wrists, the rock star wrapped his arms tightly around the stunned woman. “Get under the covers and get those jeans off,” he snarled, disentangling himself from her to get out of bed and to his feet.
“Wh-what?!” she gasped out, shock, lust and familiar panic beginning to fill her. The hot coil of arousal in the pit of her stomach coiled just a bit tighter, a jolt of lust going right to her womanhood despite her growing fear.
“Not your underwear, just your pants,” he urged, an odd edge to his voice as he stared down at her. The burning look in his heterochromic gaze not helping the panic currently threatening to make her heart burst from her chest.
“B-but... I...,” she stammered, her voice small and frightened as she looked anywhere but at the agitated looking rock star.
“It won’t be any different than having your pants on. I promise, I won’t look unless you want me to,” he insisted, the black locks hanging in his lightly flushed face giving him a slightly disheveled look.
Raven stared up at the still very naked singer, her heart caught in her throat as her womanhood pulsed painfully. Despite the panic threatening to make her break down, her body wanted him desperately. Forcing her erratic breathing to slow down, Raven closed her eyes to help steady herself. “O-okay,” she managed in a small voice, sliding off the left side of the bed and pulling back the red sheets. Her heart thundering in her ears and her entire body beginning to shake, the struggling woman slid under them and slowly slid off her jeans.
Still forcing herself to breath slowly in the hopes her poor heart would slow down, the blushing female slid the jeans out of the covers with a leg. Taking in a deep breath and blowing out slowly, she stared down at the covers over her to avoid looking at the silent rock star. As the bed sank under a weight, Raven found herself tensing and her hands tightened on the red sheets. “Relax Raven,” came a gentle baritone, a pale hand grasping one of hers comfortingly.
Taking in another deep breath and breathing it out very slowly, the shaking, embarrassed, shy female slowly looked up at her boyfriend. Manson smiled back at her, lust thick in his mismatched eyes as he raised the hand he held up to his lips and pressing a loving kiss on the top. “Lay down love,” he purred out, his voice beginning to sound throaty as he stared at her expectantly. The blush on her throbbing, swollen cheeks deepened as she swallowed thickly before slowly laying on her back.
“Good kitten,” he rumbled, slowly crawling over her covered form until his nose rested against hers. A soft growl escaping him, the rock star captured her swollen, bloodstained lips in a loving kiss. His tongue slowly laved over the cracked, abused flesh before entering her sweet mouth and tangling with her tongue.
As she began to slowly respond to the kiss, Manson used her distraction to quietly slip under the covers with her. As his tongue rubbed along the roof of her mouth, the performer settled himself between her milky thighs; his hungry mouth swallowing her gasp of surprise. Her body jerked under his as she tried to pull away but he wasn’t about to allow that. With a low growl, Manson grasped the back of her head with one hand and deepened the kiss, his tongue moving over hers in a soothing manner.
To the shock of both of them, she began to relax under him; her hazel eyes growing dark with lust as her arms came to wrap around his neck. Purring his approval into her eager mouth, the singer reached down with his free hand to run a finger along the soaked material that covered her weeping slit. Raven shuddered at the contact, moaning hotly into his mouth as her knees came up and she pressed into his touch. Manson broke the kiss to chuckle down at her. “My, you’re certainly aroused,” he husked out, pride and lust filling him at her reaction to the brief brush.
Raven only whimpered, shame and lust in her darkened eyes as she looked up at him. “Just shut up and kiss me,” she hissed in an unsteady, gruff voice, reaching up to grab the back of his head to force his mouth back against hers. Nibbling his lips a few times, the aroused female forced her tongue into his mouth rub along his. Manson growled low in his chest at the aggressive kiss, his tongue heatedly tangling with hers as he brushed the soaked fabric in the same place.
The panting, whimpering woman currently ravaging his mouth moaned heatedly, her hips arching up under his hand. Rumbling in his chest, the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ removed his hand from the sopping underwear; grinning against her mouth as Raven groaned in disappointment. The hand was soon replaced by his throbbing, aching manhood. The shy woman under him whimpered unsurely, her hips trying to pull back from the unfamiliar touch. Snarling against her mouth in disapproval, the rock star moved with her; keeping his erection firmly pressed against her pulsing womanhood.
The heat he could feel from her entrance was incredible and it was taking everything he had within him not to simply shove the underwear aside and take her. Shaking slightly, he broke the kiss to rest his forehead against hers as he thrust himself vertically along her clothed junction. She moaned softly under him, her voice still holding a slightly unsure tinge despite the fact her hips arched up to meet his. “Relax,” he husked out, his breathing ragged and uneven as both hands moved to grasp her hips.
Raven took a deep breath, her legs shaking not from fear but from sheer need. Every movement against her sensitive, clothed flesh sent shocks of pleasure straight to her core. Her entire body was already tingling and her breath came in short, quick pants. All panic and fear faded to the background as he rocked up against her again, his arms shaking around her. “Manson,” she sighed out, pressing her forehead against his as her eyes slipped shut.
The singer growled softly, his hands tightening on her hips and he began to rock back and forth against her; his turgid flesh slipping along the wet, clothed folds easily. To be honest, he was stunned he was already feeling like he could orgasm again. Even for him, getting aroused this soon after cumming was an achievement. Then Raven moaned and shuddered needily under him, one of her hands running its nails up his spine. He groaned gruffly, thrusting against her particularly hard.
Raven hissed at the rough thrust, both her hands curling around his shoulders to rest on the backs; her nails scratching lightly at his pale skin. Manson shuddered against her, panting harshly before he began a slow rhythm over the soaked panties. His rock hard arousal slid between the slick lips smoothly, thin material the only barrier between their skin. Shuddering beneath him, the panting woman ran her nails across his back a bit more harshly.
Manson snarled harshly, the muscles on his back tightening under his skin as he stilled against her for a few seconds. Then he began thrusting in earnest, growling as his balls slapped against her. Raven gasped, her legs going tense and she clung onto him for dear life. Her pale, sweaty forehead rested against a tattooed shoulder as the coil inside her tightened to a nearly painful point. Gasping out his name like a mantra, Raven dug her nails into his back as the pain grew white hot; the pressure inside her incredible.
Then she was exploding, her head flying back as her vision went white. Her hips jerked against him helplessly as she bit his shoulder to muffle her screams. Manson snarled above her, his own hips jerking against hers erratically as his breathing roughened. “Raven,” he hissed out, going stiff as semen exploded out of him and onto her lower stomach. His arms shook with the effort of keeping him up as he gazed down at her with love filled, concerned eyes.
Raven released his shoulder, guilt filling her as she noticed the nasty looking mark. Grateful she hadn’t broken the skin, she placed an apologetic kiss on the wound. “I’m sorry ‘bout that,” she whispered in a husky voice, removing her nails from his back with a wince. There was blood on the tips and she shamefully wondered just how badly she had hurt him. Before she could open her mouth to apologize again, her mouth was captured in a loving, tired kiss.
“Don’t apologize. I have to say I never expected you to be so... rough,” he purred slowly untying a scarf from his wrist. Then, without taking his eyes of hers, he moved his hand down to clumsily wipe his semen off her stomach.
“Hey! You’ll have to wash that!” she admonished, smacking his arm playfully. She was a bit shocked that overwhelming shame hadn’t come over her yet but she certainly wasn’t going to complain. The singer above her chuckled lightly, bringing up the soiled scarf and tossing it to the side carelessly. Then he was laying beside her, tugging her to lay against him; her face in his scarred chest.
His hand slowly smoothed over her shoulder length, black hair as his other hand rested in the small of her back. His nose burrowed in her ebony locks as his left leg nestled between hers. Finding the position rather embarrassing, Raven brought her small hands up to his chest and tried to push away to gain some much needed distance. This only caused the rock star to growl deep in his chest as his grip on her back tightened.
Resigning herself to the awkward position, Raven nuzzled into his naked chest and sighed. His heart beat slowly against her ear as his hands slowly rubbed along her back and head. Then he began to softly hum ‘Coma White’, his hand still moving through her hair slowly. “Mmm, not fair,” she grumbled, snuggling further into his chest and huffing slightly. The performer only chuckled, continuing to hum softly as she slowly fell asleep in his protective arms.
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