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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.

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Author's Note: Raven will find out that having a house full of band members isn't all its cracked up to be. I feel so bad for poor Amanda. XD; (Also I may prioritize this story over others for a bit. Been wanting to work on it for years)

Chapter Four: Welcome to My Madhouse
Raven had been drifting in the warm comfort of sleep when a sudden scream jolted her awake. Shooting straight up in the bed, she blinked blearily as she tried to discern what was going on. “What the fuck did you assholes do?!” came an angry female voice from downstairs. In a rush, all the memories of what happened last night came back. With a groan, Raven looked at the clock by her bed. 6:00 a.m., way too early to deal with any of this.
Rubbing her tired eyes, the black haired female swung her long legs out of the bed and went to her dresser. With a deep sigh she pulled out a pair of black jeans, then shuffled through her shirts praying she had a shirt that wasn't Marilyn Manson. To her relief she had several black t-shirts and she pulled one free. She then lifted the over-sized Marilyn Manson t-shirt over head, discovering that she had no bra on. “Oh shit... I hope he didn't notice,” she murmured, her face going crimson as she put on a bra. It was then that she saw the shirt she had on during her 'illness' last night and went pale.
The stereo, a system that had cost $500, now stood in a heap of parts and wires in front of her. It almost looked as if it had been struck with a mallet. “I threw it against the wall,” Pogo replied, looking all too proud of himself.
“Why the fuck would you do that?!” Amanda screamed, her pale face turning red from rage.
“It kept skipping,” he replied simply, as if his answer was a perfectly reasonable one.
“Did you ever stop to think that the problem might be your CD or that the stereo was someone else's property?!” she hissed, her hands clenched in tight fists.
“Nope!” Pogo replied, a smirk on his red lips as he watched the curly haired woman fume. This one was a lot of fun to piss off.
“That stereo cost $500!” she screeched, seeing red.
“And I'll gladly get you another one. Now stop that horrible screaming! Its way too fuckin' early to deal with this,” came an irritated male voice from behind her.
Amanda whirled around, her heated words dying on her lips as she took in just how Manson looked. His mismatched eyes were horribly bloodshot and he had dark rings under his eyes. His black hair stood up every which way as he stumbled into the kitchen. Setting her jaw, the small female followed him. “Do you really think just getting me another one will placate me? One of your band members broke my property!” she snarled, poking him in the back.
Manson whirled around, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he glared down at the brown haired woman. “Please, stop yelling. I have a really bad hang over and every noise is like a knife in my brain. Now, what's the difference if I just replace it? Its not as if you have to buy it again,” he responded softly before turning around to rummage in the cupboards.
What he said gave Amanda pause. He was right, if he bought a new one it really shouldn't matter. Then again it wasn't just the loss of the stereo that bothered her, it was the fact that one of his band had disregarded her property. “Well, I suppose if you replace it that it would be okay. I just don't want any more of my things to be broken,” she responded.
Manson tugged out two bottles of alcohol and a short glass. Then he poured a small amount of a green liquid from a bottle labeled 'Absinthe'. Deftly, he crumbled a sugar cube into the licorice smelling fluid. Then he added a small amount of Vodka and swirled the fluids around in the glass. “Isn't a little early in the day to be drinking?” Amanda asked with a brow quirked.
“Ever hear of hair of the dog that bit you?” he asked grouchily before knocking the fluid back. He set the glass down on the counter, shuddering as warmth spread through his body. Then his gaze focused solely on the entryway, a smile curling his lips.
Raven stood in the doorway, watching the small exchange between Manson and Amanda. It seemed as if Manson's fame didn't matter one whit to the tiny woman. Raven found herself envious of her friend's confidence. She was trying to pluck up the courage to even go in the kitchen and her room mate had the bravery to be locked in an argument with the man. That was when his eyes landed on her and a smile appeared on his pale, make-upless face. “I take it the commotion woke you up too?” he purred, slowly walking toward her.
Raven's pale face went red as he got closer, still remembering how she found the shirt she had been wearing before the hospital trip had been on the floor. How could she not have noticed she was wearing an entirely different shirt? Looking up at the singer who was rapidly closing the distance between them she found her answer, she had been far too distracted by the odd goings on. She found it happening again as her embarrassment fled for breathless flusterment as he stopped mere inches from her. Her hazel eyes met his mismatched eyes and she felt as if she couldn't breathe for a moment. His eyes were staring down at her, full of deep affection, lust and amusement.
“Good morning,” he purred, pressing his lithe body against hers and lowered his face to hers slowly.
Raven found herself holding her breath, her whole body tingling as his lips stopped just a hair from touching hers. Then he was kissing her, purring deeply as he wrapped his arms around her thin waist. Raven's hazel eyes fluttered shut as she fairly melted into the gentle kiss, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck. One of her hands tangled in his hair as he gently, yet insistently, licked her lips. With a small gasp, she opened to him; timidly rubbing her tongue along his as he probed her mouth. This small action caused him to growl in approval, holding her tighter and deepening the kiss.
Slowly, he broke the kiss; resting his forehead against hers as he breathed harshly. The cause for his breathing became apparent as Raven noticed a steel hardness pressing into her thigh. Her face going crimson, the black haired female felt her stomach dip like it was on a roller-coaster at the realization. Helpless arousal burned through her body as she found herself slightly proud that she had this effect on him. “Mmm, I could get used to mornings like this,” he purred in a rough, husky voice, his burning eyes fixed on her. Then he released her to her slight disappointment.
Already missing his closeness, Raven blushed and went to the fridge to grab a Red Pop. Grateful for the cool air of the fridge on her flaming face, Raven lingered a bit longer than she needed to before she pulled back and shut it. That was when she noticed Amanda grinning widely at her, waggling her eyebrows. “Oh shut it!” Raven snarled, her face going a brick red as she angrily twisted the white top off her soda.
Amanda snickered, making a small wolf whistle noise before she went to grab herself some coffee. As much as she teased Raven, she was happy her friend was happy. As huge of an asshole as Manson was, it certainly seemed as if he loved the black haired woman. If he hurt her though he was in for a world of hurt. Watching Raven nervously trying to keep from looking at the singer with a grin of amusement, Amanda sipped her coffee. She was almost sorry she would have to leave to go to work soon.
As she began to sip her soda, Raven remembered the shirt and nearly spat out the precious red liquid. Swallowing and going deep red, she found herself avoiding the performer's gaze as embarrassment filled her. From the looks of the shirt, he had changed her for a good reason but that didn't help her feeling of shame. She was deeply ashamed of how her body looked due to years of mental abuse from her father. Being seen naked by someone that meant as much to her as the singer did almost made her want to sob. What if he thought she was hideous?
Manson, seeing her get rather distraught for seemingly no reason, pulled a chair up next to her and sat down. “What's wrong?” he asked, concern thick in his voice as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. To his surprise she flinched as if she was afraid.
“Hey, its okay,” he whispered, only tightening his hold.
“Y-you... d-did you change m-my sh-shirt last night?” she whispered, so quietly that he could barely hear.
“Yes, but I didn't see anything. I was looking away the whole time,” he responded. He was now curious as to why the thought of him seeing her naked had caused such a violent reaction but he wouldn't ask. Whatever the reason, it was deeply disturbing to her and he wanted her to tell him when she was ready.
Relief filled her as she slowly relaxed. All her shame and anxiety melted away as she slumped. For a moment it had almost felt as if she would have a heart attack. How would she ever be able to make love to Manson if she couldn't even bare the thought of him seeing her naked? The thought gave her pause. Would it be fair to be in a relationship with him if she couldn't have sex with him? Could she even get over this fear in the first place? As her thoughts began to drag her into a deep depression, Raven found herself jerked out by her chin being yanked to the side and up as Manson's lips captured hers.
Manson watched as despair began to etch itself on Raven's face, concern written all over his face. In desperation; he grabbed her chin, yanked her head to face him and captured her lips in a tender kiss. He poured all his feelings into the kiss as he held her close. To his relief, she relaxed against him; beginning to respond to his gentle kiss.
At first Raven was shocked by the tenderness of the kiss; feeling love, lust and concern through some sort of link created by their lips. All her worries and dark thoughts were swept away by the sheer power of her love for the man that was currently trying to comfort her. Embracing Manson back, Raven began to respond with her own feelings; hoping he can feel them the same way she can feel his. Her question is quickly answered by his arms tightening around her as he licked her lips once.
Just as she was about to open her mouth, she heard a throat being cleared. Manson's mouth left hers and she found herself slowly turning to look at Amanda. Her friend was looking at her with a rather amused look as she took a sip of her coffee. “Just reminding you that I'm still here,” the curly haired female stated, sounding amused.
Raven found herself wanting to curl up and die as her face flamed from embarrassment. All she wanted to do was crawl under the table and hide for a bit. “Mmm quite,” was all Raven could manage, suddenly finding the floral patterned table cloth rather interesting.
“In all seriousness, I happy for you Megs,” Amanda replied softly, finishing her coffee.
“My name is Raven,” the black haired female protested weakly, blushing even more as Manson pulled her close again.
“I'll have to remember that nickname,” he purred in her ear, his voice dripping with mischief.
“You do and I'll call you Bri-Bri,” she snarled, whipping her head back to face him.
“You're not serious,” he replied, sounding absolutely horrified. His mismatched eyes were filled with disbelief as well as disgust.
“Deadly,” she hissed, her hazel eyes narrowing as she poked his bony chest for emphasis. Her eyes had a hard steel edge that told him she would do exactly as she threatened.
“Okay! You win!” he growled in exasperation, throwing his arms up. Raven nodded before taking a deep swig of her soda and belching loudly.
Amanda rolled her eyes and Manson stared at her with a mix of disbelief, shock and amusement. “Oh she does that every morning,” the curly haired female grumbled, waving it off. Then she brushed off her tan slacks, straightened her red top and grabbed her purse.
“I'll be home at around 6 p.m. Try to not let them destroy the house,” she pleaded, focusing her green eyes more on Manson than Raven. Both Raven and Manson nodded in response and she sighed. She only half believed the house would still be standing when she got home.
As soon as Amanda was gone, Raven squirmed out of Manson's grasp. Now that she was alone with the performer a deep nervousness filled her. Manson obviously had no problems displaying his affection in front of others. There was no telling what he would do when he was alone with her. Managing a weak smile, she scampered to the cupboards to rummage for food. She wasn't really hungry yet but she needed some distance between herself and the rock star.
Manson watched her prepare a plate of frozen pizza rolls with a look of amusement on his face. She was so adorable when she was nervous. With an almost predatory grin, he got out of the chair and prowled towards her. His bare feet making him nearly silent, he easily snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his chin on her left shoulder.
Raven eeped, nearly jumping out of her skin as he embraced her. “Quite a glamorous breakfast,” he purred, his voice vibrating against her neck. Going a bit weak in the knees at how close he was, she shakily put the plate of pizza rolls in the microwave and put in a time.
“Well, I know it isn't the caviar and filet mignon you're used to but it keeps the engine running,” she replied, trying and failing to keep her voice steady. He chuckled in reply, the vibrations from it running through her neck and causing low shocks of arousal to wash through her body.
“I prefer a bowl of Lucky Charms myself,” he replied, resting his warm hands on her hips. He placed a soft kiss on her neck with a low growl.
“I could just as easily have you for breakfast instead,” he purred heatedly, pressing his arousal against her butt.
Raven's hazel eyes went wide and she had to use the white marble of the counter to stay standing as her knees almost entirely went out. The combination of his voice, lips and arousal pressed against her was enough to make her so aroused that she was shaking slightly. She was amazed and slightly afraid that he had this effect on her body. “Oh, Manson,” she heard her voice moaning as she pressed back into him. It almost felt as if she was having an out of body experience, her inner voice was so divided from her body. Surely that couldn't be her that was whimpering in need as the black haired man nibbled her neck gently.
A sudden crash jerked them both out of their lust-filled trance, both turning to look at the living room across the house. “I'll go. You stay here and eat,” Manson snarled, a pained look on his face. The reason for his discomfort was made evident by the erection that was pressing against the fabric of his black jeans. Noticing this, Raven quickly turned back to face the microwave and nodded. She took the opportunity to try to slow her heartbeat and calm her body down. Her arousal was still there but was going down to a low boil instead of overflowing her.
As the microwave dinged she heard Manson yell, “Pogo! What the fuck?!” from the living room. Knowing her food was going to need some time to cool anyway, Raven cautiously made her way to the living room and peeked in. Her jaw dropped at what she saw and she nearly fainted. The huge, flat-screen TV had been toppled onto the floor and had broken in half. Right next to the TV stood the mohawked Pogo, grinning his fool head off. Manson stood in front of Pogo, his right hand pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Dude, there was nothing on,” he replied, a crooked smile on his pale face.
“So don't watch TV! Pogo, we've been through this a hundred times! If there's nothing on, just watch a movie or go do something else. Don't destroy the fucking TV,” Manson gritted out, sounding as if he was using all the patience he had.
“What the fuck do you care? I always pay for what I break,” Pogo replied, sounding almost offended.
“That's not the point,” Raven found herself interjecting, flinching when they both focused on her. Pogo stared at her, mischief in his brown eyes as he smirked at her.
“What is the point?” he purred, insanity and lust shining in his brown orbs. Manson growled at Pogo in warning, drawing himself up to his full height and watching the other man closely.
“Th-the point is that most people don't like to have their belongings broken in the first place,” she replied, keeping her eyes locked with his. Something about the mohawked man before her made her feel not quite safe.
Pogo tensed, about to argue his point further when he felt a firm hand on his arm. He turned to see Manson glaring at him with his whitish blue and brown eyes. “Just don't break anything else,” he warned, his eyes hard and demanding. Knowing very well what that look meant, Pogo nervously nodded before running out of the room and up the stairs.
Raven stood there for a moment, feeling a bit dumbfounded. Shaking her head slightly, she simply turned and went back into the kitchen. Sitting down, she began to eat; trying to ignore Manson as he came in. “Raven,” he whispered, his voice soft but demanding. Swallowing her mouthful of pizza roll, Raven looked up to see him looking at her from the entryway of the kitchen. It looks as if he wants to say something. Just as he's about to open his mouth, a soft bark makes both of them jump.
Lady came trotting down the stairs, stopping to sniff at the legs of Manson's jeans. Once she figured out that Manson wasn't a threat, the mutt wandered over to her food dish and began to eat. “That's Lady. I've had her since senior year in high school,” Raven explained, watching the dog with a fond look on her face.
“What is she?” Manson asked, looking at the fluffy mutt who swished her curly tail at the sound of his voice.
“A cocker spaniel/lab mix. I'm honestly surprised she didn't just go hide upstairs. She's usually very timid around strangers,” Raven replied, a bit of wonder coming into her voice as she finished her breakfast.
Almost as if she had been called, the medium sized canine came trotting over and sat in front of her owner. “Do you wanna go outside?” Raven asked teasingly. The dog jumped to her feet, her curly tail wagging wildly.
“Do ya wanna go outside?” she asked, smiling as she got up and headed to the door. Lady was dancing all around her, making excited woofing noises and jumping on Raven's legs.
“Sit,” Raven commanded, waiting until Lady was sitting before opening the door and grabbing the lead. Once it was clipped to her collar, Lady was gone like a shot. Shutting the door, Raven turned to see Manson staring at her with an amused grin on his face. 'Oh right, I forgot about him,' she thought to herself as she turned bright red from embarrassment.
“Erm, yes well... I have to get to work now,” she stated before she sprinted up the stairs and into her room. Unfortunately work was more of a from home thing for her as she was a free-lance artist.
Raven collapsed on her bed with a sigh, wondering if she would even be able to get any work done with how aroused her body was. She was so horny that it felt as if just the brush of her panties against her slit would be enough to make her cum. This was all Manson's fault for being so sexy, not to mention what his mere presence did to her body. “I'm not going to get anything done until I take care of this,” she grumbled frustratedly.
With a defeated sigh, Raven rolled onto her back, unbuttoned her pants and removed them. “This is so ridiculous. Here I am, masturbating to a rock god when I have him in my house and he very much wants to fuck me,” she whispered to herself as she slipped a hand under her silky, green panties. The lightest touch on her drenched flesh made her gasp and arch her back. She had no idea she was that close. Panting, she closed her eyes and imagined it was Manson's hand gently teasing her aching core.
Manson had come upstairs to begin putting on his make-up, stopping outside Raven's door when he heard a soft moan. Every muscle in his body went tense as he fought against the urge to go in. “Oh Manson, don't stop,” came a soft moan, barely audible through the thick wood. That small utterance was enough to make him toss his control to the wind as he slowly opened the door and crept inside. As he shut the door behind him, he took in the sight before him with hungry eyes.
Raven was sprawled on her back, one hand inside her lime green panties and her other hand under her shirt. A soft whimper escaped her lips as the hand under her shirt brushed a nipple. “Oh I'm so close Marilyn,” she gasped breathlessly, her hips undulating under her hand.
“If you wanted me to do that, all you had to do was ask,” he purred, his voice deep and husky with lust.
Raven's eyes shot open, her hand flew out of her panties and she shot up into a sitting position on her bed. She was pulling the hem of her shirt over her lap, her face flushed from arousal and embarrassment. Her whole body seemed to vibrate from just how close she had come to orgasming. “M-manson,” she gasped in a shaky, lust-filled voice.
“Yessss?” he hissed, his voice rough and full of promise.
“Oh god... you saw... you heard...,” she whispered in a shaky voice, her body still teetering on the very cusp of orgasm.
“I did. You were calling for me after all. I'm here now, was there something you needed,” he purred, his husky voice running over her skin like silk.
“Oh, oh I... I...,” she gasped, shuddering helplessly; caught somewhere between mortification and a desperate need to cum, “Oh, please... j-just go.”
“No, I don't think that's what you want at all,” he growled softly, his voice strained and full of need. He slowly prowled toward her, his erection pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of his jeans.
“N-no, I do. I m-mean, I just... I've never,” she whimpered, leaning toward him despite herself.
“Shh, its okay. We won't do anything you aren't ready for. I just want to help you. I want to actually be here for your orgasm if you're going to fantasize about me anyway,” he responded, his voice thick and hoarse as he crawled onto the bed. His mismatched eyes are fixed on her, filled with a hunger that almost frightened her.
“B-but, I,” she whispered, flinching a bit as he pressed close to her and took her into his arms.
“Shh, trust me,” he whispered, breathing harshly as he ran his right hand down her side. Biting her lower lip, Raven watched as Manson moved his hand to her stomach and rubbed the hem of her panties.
“Will you let me help?” he purred heatedly into her ear, running a finger over her silk covered slit. Raven went stiff in his arms, making a whimpering noise as her legs fell open.
“D-d-do y-you really want to do this?” she asked, embarrassment, wonder and lust laced in her timid voice.
“What do you think?” he growled heatedly, rubbing her silk covered womanhood again.
“O-ooh,” she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Let me touch you,” he purred, nipping her neck gently while giving her another stroke through her panties.
“Ooooh, Mmmmansooon,” she groaned breathlessly, grinding against his hand.
“Yesssss?” he hissed, pressing a finger hard against her sopping opening.
“Oh, please! T-touch m-me,” she whimpered, her face going red briefly from embarrassment.
Manson's breath hitched in his chest as he gently slid his hand into her panties. He groaned as his fingers came into contact with her heated, drenched flesh. “You're so wet. Is all of this for me?” he growled heatedly against her ear, giving her engorged clit a brief flick.
Raven stiffened, giving a strangled cry as an electric charge of pleasure raced through her from just that brief touch. “So sensitive,” he purred roughly, rubbing a finger along her wet opening. Raven's hips jerked as she bit her lower lip and buried her heated face into his chest.
“That's it, cum for me,” he growled, grazing her clit with his index finger. Raven gasped, bucking her hips into his hand; a small moan escaping her lips.
Suddenly, despite how close she was to being tipped over that sweet edge, her shyness came rising to the surface. She became extremely aware just who it was that was rubbing her womanhood and went tense. Manson, seeming to sense this, stilled his hand but didn't remove it. “Please, let me do this for you,” he whispered, panting harshly.
“I... I...,” she stammered, whimpering and wanting desperately to cum by his hand. Yet her shyness was becoming overwhelming and she found herself wanting nothing more than to hide.
“I can't,” she whimpered, looking away from his burning gaze.
“Please, don't make me stop. Let me do this for you,” he begged, nuzzling her neck but keeping the hand in her panties still.
“I-I.. I just can't,” she gasped out, all of it becoming far too much. She desperately wanted to acquiesce but her shyness had turned into outright panic.
With a low growl, he slowly pulled his hand free; deliberately giving her still protruding pearl a quick flick before removing his hand. Giving her a furious glare, he got off her bed and left her room; slamming the door behind him.
As soon as he was gone, Raven broke into ragged sobs; curling up on her side. She desperately wanted to call him back, to apologize. Her body already missed his touch and her still aroused womanhood pulsed painfully. “For fuck's sake, what is your problem?!” she snarled at herself, angry tears rolling down her cheeks. Why did she have to let her shyness get in the way?! As she heard the front door slam downstairs and a car roar down the driveway, Raven wondered if he was going to come back.
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