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The Rose and Thorn	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I still don't know Marilyn Manson, Johnny Depp or any of the other famous people in this fic in real life. Needless to say, this is a work of fiction. I make no profit from this and this is just for fun.

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Author’s Note: ‘I weigh about 111 pounds, and the public feels that you have to be big and strong, but it actually doesn't matter what your body weight is as long as you know the correct technique and know where to hit.’ - Cynthia Rothrock

Chapter Twenty-Four: Settling In

    Manson’s house ended up being even bigger than she had imagined, nearly making her drop her jaw through the floor of the car when they started pulling up the driveway. “Holy fuck and you said my house was big,” she whispered, her hazel eyes wide as her fiance put her car into park and shut the engine off.

    “This is nothing, you should see Johnny boy’s house,” the singer quipped with a smirk, getting out of the car to avoid the star’s playful swipe.

    “I told you I hate that nickname Bri,” the goateed male groused, no real anger to his voice as he got out as well; both males heading to Raven’s door. When their hands met over the handle, they only gave eachother a sardonic grin.

    “You know, I could just let myself out,” teased a female voice from inside the car, making the pair chuckle as they released the metal in unison. Rolling her vibrant eyes slightly, the artist got out of her trusty old car and gave the red hood an affectionate pat. Then she was looking up at her new home, her heart very nearly stopping at the realization.

    The house was huge, have three stories and several rooms that she could see from the outside alone. On top of all of this, it looked like the massive dwelling also had a large basement just going by the windows she could see on the underbelly. Just seeing that made her fall in love instantly with the place. For some reason, she loved furnished basements; often preferring to spend her time down there rather than upstairs. “You fucking have a basement!” she declared loudly, raising her arms in the air and doing a small, happy dance in celebration. Manson only chuckled in response, sauntering toward the front door and swinging it open. What greeted her eyes nearly made her heart halt in her chest.

    The carpet was a plush, almost shaggy red, accentuating the pieces of black leather furniture scattered about. The walls were painted a dark, smoky gray and framed paintings of his were hung all over. The only splash of white was the grouchy looking cat curled up on one of his long couches. “Lily,” came out of her mouth as she slowly entered the house, her eyes fixed on the infamous feline. While she didn’t know much about Manson’s pet, she knew enough to be aware she only liked her owner. Anyone else was considered a scratching post.

    “Yep, that’s her. Let’s go say hi. Just don’t try to pet her. She can be a bit... mean to other people,” he advised, confirming her suspicions as he grabbed her wrist to lead her toward the couch. Said cat was currently stretching, making a show of baring her teeth and claws before sitting up.

    Raven stopped at what she deemed was a safe distance, watching as the haughty felid sauntered over to her male and let out an affectionate chirp. “Did you miss me darling? I’m sorry I was gone for so long. I hope ‘grandpa’ took good care of you,” the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ cooed, picking her up in his black clad arms to place a kiss on her forehead. The white feline purred in response, licking his chin and giving it an affectionate bite.

    “I want you to be nice to that woman over there. Her name is Raven and she’s going to be living here from now on,” he announced, turning the animal to face his fiance.

    The artist waved slightly, grimacing when Lily gave her an unimpressed look; her eyes narrowing and her triangular ears tilting back slightly. “You don’t need to be jealous Ms. White. I’m not here to steal Marilyn. I assure you I won’t get in your way,” she soothed, not feeling the least bit silly about talking to a cat. The felid only made a grouchy noise before hopping out of the rock star’s arms and stalking slowly towards her. Raven stood her ground, her heart racing in her chest as the tiny animal stopped just inches from her legs. Then Lily gave her jeans covered legs a singular headbutt before hopping back onto the couch and giving a tiny little mew. At hearing that noise it took everything the freelancer had within her not to pet the tricky kitty.

    “I think she wants you to pet her,” the taller male whispered, coming up to stand beside her as Johnny brought in Raven’s bags.

    “It might be a trick. I’ve had my fair share of encounters with cats before,” Raven replied, giving Lily a suspicious glance. Said feline only looked up at her innocently before giving a more plaintive sounding chirp.

    The cute noise settled somewhere inside the black clad artist and she shook her head before cautiously extending her hand to the waiting animal. She stopped a few inches from actually touching Lily’s fur, allowing the cat to close the distance if she wanted to. To the pair’s shock, the normally aloof felid headbutted Raven’s hand and released a loud purr. This encouraged the young woman to pet the cat, gently smoothing her palm along the amazingly soft fur a few times before backing up. There was no point in pushing her lucky after all. “Thank you Lily,” she whispered just before a warm kiss landed on her cheek.

    “I can’t begin to tell you how much of a relief it is that she likes you. Every other girlfriend I’ve brought in here she’s treated like a scratching post,” he rumbled, his arms wrapping around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

    Johnny, who had been watching the pair, smiled widely before clearing his throat loudly. “Ya gonna bring in your bags or what Brian?” the actor teased, a smirk on his goateed mouth. The lithe rocker only chuckled, turning his gaze to look at his friend while not releasing his fiance.

    “I thought you were gonna bring them in John-o,” the performer quipped playfully, raising a naked brow.

    “Oh ho no buddy. You can bring in your own shit ya lazy asshole,” Depp countered, mirth dancing in his nearly black eyes as he placed his hands on his jeans clad hips. Manson only chuckled deeply before pointedly shifting his gaze to Raven’s duffel on the floor.

    “And yet you seemed so eager to bring in hers before your own,” the musician observed in a teasing tone, getting a glare in return.

    Craning her head around her famous fiance, the artist was able to see the thespian had indeed brought in only her bag; making a flush of embarrassment wash through her body. “You didn’t have to do that,” she whispered softly, pulling out of Manson’s black clad arms to move toward the actor.

    “Well I wanted to, mostly to fuck with him,” the star replied his voice holding a lazily playful edge before he went back out to grab his own bag. Manson outright laughed in response, ruffling Raven’s midnight locks on his way out to get his bags as well.

    Now alone in the house, the young woman took a moment to examine the layout she could see from the room she was in. The room itself was a massive living area that appeared to be located in the middle of the huge mansion. To the west was a semi-open kitchen with an impressive looking marble counter and beautiful, dark red, wood cabinets. There was a large, double doored, black fridge as well as a large, six burner, electric stove. On the counter were several large knife holders as well as stone cutting boards and the floor was a bare tile instead of carpeted like the room she stood in.

To the north was another semi open area, the walls painted white instead of the smoky gray of the main room or the dark red of the kitchen. In this room sat a grand piano, its black surface polished to a high shine. There were also large speakers, a few instruments as well as a keyboard and recording equipment. “That must be where they flesh out songs,” she whispered, the surrealness of her situation setting in. This was her idol’s house, the man who had been her entire life for much of her teenhood and adulthood. All at once she was rocked with the realization that she was getting married a man she had just longed to meet. She had never once even imagined she would be engaged to him and moving into his house.

“Keep it together Raven, you’ve been around him long enough to be well over this fangirl bullshit,” she hissed, turning her gaze to the southeast. There was the large entry hall as well as a staircase that lead upstairs. Both areas were brighter than the rest of the house, the walls painted a lighter grey and the floor a bare hardwood. The staircase was flush against the right wall, the door to the basement in it’s side.

    As much as she longed to explore, she thought it would be rude of her to do so without Manson. After all, she had no way to tell what areas he would want to keep off limits to her. There was also the fact that she had just gotten here and she didn’t want to treat it like her house. Not until she had lived here for a while anyway. Sighing, she eyed a shorter couch next to the one Lily was perched on. It seemed like the much safer option and would still allow her to see the door when the two men came back in. Unfortunately, Manson’s cat had other plans.

    As soon as she sat down, Lily was hopping off the longer couch and onto the one she had chosen; almost seeming to eye the female as her tail twitched. Endless moments passed as the two females locked gazes, Raven giving the feline a small grin. To the freelancer’s relief, the white mammal merely crawled into her lap and curled up. Although this presented the twenty-nine year old with a whole new set of problems, she was happy Lily hadn’t decided to bite her. Sighing, the artist resigned herself to being trapped until Manson removed the moody kitty.

    A few moments later, the two men came back in; joking amiably until the singer caught sight of his fiance. Seeing the cat he considered a daughter in a practical stranger’s lap struck something deep inside him and he felt an unconscious grin curling his lips. “Looks like you two are getting along,” he purred, chuckling at the downright shocked look on Johnny’s face.

    “I guess. I’m just glad she not trying to claw me into coleslaw. Could you maybe get her off before she changes her mind?” Raven requested nervously, her hazel eyes never moving from the purring cat. She wasn’t fooled by the innocent act, having dealt with mischievous or mean cats before.

    Laughing softly, the taller male picked up his pet gently; earning a grouchy meow in response. “Sorry sweetie but you’re making Raven nervous. You have a bit of a reputation you know,” he cooed in a teasing tone, getting a grumpy noise from her. It almost sounded like she was talking back, making the black haired femme smile slightly. Then the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ was setting the felid on the floor, turning his now mismatched gaze to the freelancer on the couch. The performer had put in his colored contact at one of the hotels, feeling oddly naked without it.

    “Come on, I wanna show you around your new home. You’re gonna be living here for a long time after all,” he purred, pulling her against his side before moving towards the stairs.

    Soon he was showing her his room as well as where the bathrooms and the band member’s rooms were. There were a couple empty rooms but Raven somehow doubted he was about to let her pick one of those. Sure enough, the rock star was leading her back to his room; swinging open his door and leading her inside. “This will be where you’re staying” he murmured his voice soft and warm as he looked at her with affection in his eyes. Managing a smile, the midnight haired woman allowed her gaze to travel around the large room; not surprised at all by what she saw.

    The walls were painted a dark red and the carpet was a dark black. There was a mic stand as well as recording equipment on one end of the room while his large bed was on the other. The king sized mattress was covered in dark sheets and paintings that weren’t downstairs hung on either side. The thing that most shocked her was the neatness. When Manson had been living with her, he had made his room into a pig sty. “Did you have someone watching your house or something? Your room is a lot cleaner than I’ve ever seen it,” Raven asked, clapping a hand over her mouth as soon as the words left her mouth. Looking up at the goth rocker with a horrified expression, she was relieved to see him giving her an amused glance.

    “In fact I do. My father comes to feed Lily. He takes it upon himself to give the house a thorough cleaning from top to bottom as well since he knows that’s the only time it’ll get done. None of us are very focused on being all that neat,” Marilyn chuckled before bending down to scoop a stunned freelancer into his arms.

    “You have no idea how it makes me feel to have you in my house, in my room,” he purred, his voice a deep rumble that made her toes curl as embers of want ignited in her lower belly.

    His larger nose rubbed along hers affectionately as he closed his heterochromic orbs and inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. When he reopened his eyes, the look he gave her turned her insides to jello and she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck as she took his lips in a sweet kiss. Manson returned the embrace with a surprising ferocity, his tongue forcing entry into her mouth as one of his hands wrapped tightly in her ebony locks. Releasing a low growl against her skin, the rock star walked toward his bed; only breaking the kiss when he laid her down on the silk sheets. Then his weight was pressing down on her as he lowered himself onto her, burrowing his face into the crook of her neck.

    Releasing a sigh of satisfaction, the ‘God of Fuck’ pulled away to help Raven sit up; his eye more gentle than she had ever seen them. Reverent hands moved over her clothed body stopping at the hem of her Marilyn Manson t-shirt. Brown and white-blue met hazel as he waited for her consent, getting a shy nod in return. Then he was lifting the dark material over her head, letting out a low purring sound as her torso was mostly bared to him. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing this,” he breathed, his rough hands cupping her bra covered breasts briefly before moving to undo said piece of clothing.

    Blushing at his words, the nervous freelancer fought her innate urge to shield herself; reminding herself that two very handsome men found her desirable. Surely there was something there, right? Releasing a shuddering breath, she pressed kisses under her lover’s chin as his hands ran down her body to her jeans. Nimble fingers undid the button to her pants before pulling down the zipper. Lifting her hips, Raven helped Manson pull off her pants and underwear; a light blush coloring her milky cheeks despite her best efforts. “Absolutely beautiful. Lay back,” rumbled his smooth baritone, his voice full of undisguised lust.

    Feeling a rush of want fill her, Raven did as her fiance ordered; panting slightly as the tattooed male crawled off the foot of the bed to shuck off his own clothed. Then he was covering her once more, pressing kisses to her soft skin as he worked his way slowly down her quivering body. All too soon the pale singer was lifting her thighs over his shoulders, giving her a smirk before pressing a kiss to her weeping junction. Releasing a gasp, the artist found her hands tangling into his hair as he began to languidly lap at the puffy outer lips of her sex. This caused her to let out a low moan as her hands found his head, her back arching as her eyes closed instinctually.

    Growling against her womanhood, the rocker nudged her hooded clit with his nose as he allowed his tongue to make an exploratory swipe into her wet heat. His drew a deeper moan from the female squirming beneath him, filling his lower body with a slightly painful pulling feeling as his member became painfully hard. Sighing her name against her slit, Manson inserted the tip of his tongue into her pulsing passage before laving the flat of it slowly up to her awakening button. The sound that escaped her was heaven to his ears, drawing another deep, throaty noise from him as he performed the action again. This caused Raven to shudder as his name left her in a breathy plea, her hips moving restlessly as he continued to taste her slowly.

    Using one of his hands to pin her in place, the singer pulled back slightly to look at her nethers; smirking at how puffy and sensitive they looked. Then he was latching onto her button and sucking, his tongue wrapping around the small nodule of flesh as his fingers entered her slowly. This drew a long, low groan from Raven, her fingers tightening in his hair almost painfully. Relishing the slight sting, Manson released an appreciative sound before resuming his sweet torture of her hidden treasure. His tongue curled around the small pearl to draw it further into the heat of his mouth, his erection pulsing every time the freelancer released a small moan or whimper of his name.

    Her juices flowed freely around his fingers as her cries became higher pitched, her porcelain thighs shuddering around him. He dipped his tongue lower to taste the fluids, growling deep in his chest as soon as her essence met his tongue. It was slightly sweet with a tang of something that seemed to be uniquely her. If he had his way, he would taste this every day for the rest of his life. As it was, he could feel her hips bucking as her walls squeezed his long fingers; the feel of her silk sheath making his balls feel leaden and hot. He ached to hilt himself within her but he was determined to make her cum before he did.

    Lapping up some of her creme, Manson moved back upward to latch onto her almost angry looking clit. Her hips arched upward as her hands tugged at his hair in response, making the pool of need pulsing in his lower body turn into a lake of hot magma. His fingers inside her worked with his tongue in tandem, the questing tips eventually finding a slightly rougher patch inside her on the top. Just a mere touch made Raven’s voice take on a whole new register, encouraging the rock star to rub the area again. Soon she was tensing around him, her thighs clamping around his head to hold him place as she practically exploded in his mouth. His given name left her lips in quick breathless bursts as he brought her down, moving away from her quivering womanhood to crawl up her body.

    The artist didn’t have time to catch her breath before her fiance’s lips took hers in a fierce kiss, his slitted tip rested against her sensitive opening as his tongue swept into her mouth; his arms wrapping around her back to lift her ever so slightly. “I love you so fucking much,” he rasped against her lips, his voice unsteady as he rubbed himself along her.

    “I love you too Marilyn,” she gasped, her legs wrapping around his bony hips; tightening her thighs to force him to enter her.

    The pair moaned heavily in unison, their foreheads resting on eachother as he began to take her slowly. Soon their lips were meeting in frantic, wet kisses as his hips moved faster, each stroke of him inside her drawing a shuddery moan from somewhere deep inside her. “You feel so good,” the performer sighed in a throaty voice, groaning as she ran her nails down his back.

    “S-so do you Manson, oh God,” Raven gasped, clinging to him for dear life as her walls fluttered around him.

    “Nnnh, fuck. C-cum for me sweetie. I can’t hold back much longer,” Manson growled, one of his hands releasing her back to stroke her button. Soon she was moaning loudly, going tense as she clamped down on him.

    Shuddering, he felt himself spill into her as they cried eachother’s names in unison; his lips seeking her neck as they both came down from their high. In between pants, Raven began to chuckle slightly; the feeling of her squeezing him rhythmically almost making him cum again. “Mmm what’s so funny?” purred his satisfied sounding baritone, as he gave a light thrust with his still hard member. Raven shuddered and moaned slightly, her nipples brushing his pecks lightly when she arched into him.

    “That was one hell of a welcome home,” she purred, her voice low and seductive as her lips met his slowly.

    Suddenly Manson found himself on his back, his now smirking fiance giving him a heated look as he tried to remember just how he got into this position. Soon he found himself no longer caring as she lowered herself down on him, his hands flying to her wide hips as she began to ride him slowly. His head tilted back and his mismatched eyes slid closed as he felt his tip hit her cervix. Raven released a pained noise in response but her hips never faltered, her pelvis moving in small circles as his own rose up to meet hers. The singer’s large hands spread over the small of her back as her walls began to flutter around him once again, signaling that she was already close to her completion. “Let go Raven, cum for me again,” he rasped, his eyes opening to watch as she fell apart as she was riding him.

    He wasn’t disappointed, an almost pained look coming over her pale face as his name left her in a loud cry. Then her walls were milking him, drawing his own orgasm from him with a groan. Then the exhausted freelancer was collapsing on top of him, panting heavily as his hands roamed her bare back. The two of them began to press tender kisses on eachother as they recovered, the rocker gently rolling them over so he could cuddle her. In doing so, his semi-flaccid member slid from her to allow his semen to leak out of her. Shuddering at the feeling, the exhausted female placed a kiss on the tip of his nose before snuggling into his arms and releasing a content sigh as she drifted to sleep.

    Manson could only gaze down at the woman in his arms, his heart nearly full to bursting with his love for her. Just thinking about their separation not too long ago made his heart clench with a hollow ache and his arms tightened subconsciously. He couldn’t go through something like that with her again, not if he wanted to stay sane. “You have no idea just how much of my heart you hold Meagan. I need you to be happy, to feel whole. I haven’t felt this at peace in years and I’m not about to let you go,” he declared as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. His hands continued to roam her skin, even as he drifted into his own deep and restful sleep.

    What seemed like only minutes later but was probably hours, there was a loud commotion from downstairs. “Pogo please, don’t tweak Lily’s nose any further,” came Ginger’s faint voice, followed by a familiar, insane titter.

    “Oh Christ, why the fuck are they here now? Did Tim drive without any breaks?” Manson groaned, turning his gaze to a still sleeping Raven. Not really wanting to leave her but knowing he had no choice, the rock star pressed a kiss to her lips before covering her with a blanket. Then he was up and rummaging in her duffel, pulling out Kathy and giving the plush to her before he left.

    Amanda laid on the longer of the two couches, watching tiredly as Ginger did his best to get Pogo to put a hissing Lily White down. While this was going on, Lady and Mystery were exploring their new home, oblivious to the drama in the living room. “You know what she does if you piss her off too much,” the drummer tried to reason, a strained look on his pale face. The keyboardist only giggled in response, placing the now thoroughly pissed feline on the ground. Instead of going after her antagonist, the irritable feline made a beeline for poor Ginger; leaping onto his left leg and digging in with all four sets of her very sharp claws.

    “Of course I do! Why do you think I was doing it?” the mohawked musician chirped in response, humor gleaming in his brown eyes as Lily proceeded to turn the percussionist’s legs into coleslaw.

    Rolling her eyes, the journalist sat up and lowered her hand; making a wiggling motion with her fingers and she called for the pissed cat. All the band and Jeordie began to make warding off motions, trying to warn her not to do that. She ignored all of them, giving Lily a smile when she disengaged and began to approach the strange female. The writer had been around her own fair share of mean cats and knew just how to handle them. So, when the pure white cat stopped in front of her; the curly haired female didn’t reach forward. To everyone’s shock but hers, the felid closed the distance to headbutt her hand. “So mean for such a pretty little thing. Think you could leave my poor fiance alone?” the green eyed woman asked, getting a grumpy meow in response.

    “I don’t think you’re going to get anywhere. Ging is her favorite scratching post,” came a baritone from the stairs, drawing everyone’s gaze to Manson as he descended.

    “Hey, I know we got here a bit early but Tim and the others really just wanted to get home,” Twiggy offered, taking note of the unusually warm and open expression on the singer’s pale face.

    The singer only sighed heavily, his eyes going to Pogo as a grim expression briefly crossed his features. “I don’t mind that as much as I mind you teasing Lily. What have I told you about that Gacy?” the taller male growled, his eyes roving the room until they found said cat. What he saw very nearly made his jaw drop. For the second time that day, the temperamental felid was allowing herself to be pet; even arching up into Amanda’s touch every so often.

    “Sorry but I’m not sorry. Its worth it just to see her attack Ging,” the crazed male responded, his own eyes gleaming with humor. Then he was turning and sauntering up the stairs, ignoring the glares from both the drummer and the singer as he went. Manson could only release an irritated sigh before his heterochromic eyes scanned the room for a missing person.

    Immediately his brow furrowed before he simply turned and ran back upstairs, leaving everyone to stare after him in confusion. Too focused on who was missing to care, the performer took the stairs two at a time; flying down the hall until he reached the guest rooms. Thankfully the person he was looking for was in the first one he opened, making him breathe a sigh of relief. If Johnny had left, the goth rocker would have chased him down to bring him back. Something told him Raven would be devastated if the actor had left before saying goodbye and, if he was honest, so would he. It had been too long since they had gotten along so well and he didn’t want the star to leave so soon after.

    Giving the lounging celebrity a small smile, Manson shut the door before heading back downstairs. The sight of a group of very tired people greeted him and he rolled his eyes skyward. “Why don’t the rest of you head up too? You’re probably tired and we have a long day of unpacking tomorrow,” he suggested, keeping an eye on Lily as she began to move toward the two new animals.

    “We wanted to see why the Hell you ran off so quick,” John 5 responded, a brow raised as he stared at his boss.

    “I needed to check on something, nothing to worry about,” the rocker explained concisely before waving the group off.
    Shrugging, Jeordie and two of the band moved upstairs while Ginger picked up a nearly asleep Amanda. Manson followed close behind, his own tiredness coming back full force now that the crisis was averted. He felt a bit nervous about leaving Lily with Lady and Mystery but there was nothing to do about it. Sooner or later the new pets would have to learn just who the boss was and straighten things out amongst themselves. Besides, he had a warm woman he loved very much waiting for him upstairs. A woman he was very eager to get back to.
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