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Long, Hard Road Out of Hell	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 2983 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: As you know, I still do not know Marilyn Manson, Johnny Depp or any of the other famous people in this fic. This story is, of course, fiction. This was written for fun and no profit will be made.

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Author’s Note: ‘That's what they all say "Fuck you", well it ain't gonna save you. It don't scare me none and it don't suddenly make you a fucking hero.’ Otis B. Driftwood (Devil’s Rejects)

Chapter Five: Start Things off with a ‘Bang’

    Tim, John 5 and Pogo were busy setting up the stage with the roadies while Raven paced in the room they had provided to touch up make-up. Manson, Ginger, Jeordie and Amanda could only watch; amused expressions on their faces. “God, there are so many people out there. But I can do this. I’ve sang in front of bigger crowds!” she whispered to herself, stopping in place to close her eyes and take a deep breath through her nose. The ‘Antichrist Superstar’ chuckled as he slowly got to his feet, coming up behind the nervous female to wrap his arms around her.
    “That’s the spirit,” he rumbled, knowing damn well what his voice did to this woman. Sure enough, she melted into him with a sigh; doing wonders for his ego.
    A knock came from the door, interrupting the moment and making the nervous woman jolt slightly before she was telling the person to come in. It turned out to be the trio that had set things up, Pogo leaning against the doorframe as he grinned at them. “Time to get this train rolling!” the mohawked musician announced, charging forward to grab Ginger in a headlock. Amanda, who had been standing to his right, only pinched the bridge of her nose as she watched the pair roll across the floor.
    “Please try not to hurt him,” she sighed, sounding playfully exasperated as the duo flung fake punches at eachother.
    Manson only rolled his eyes, leading his fiance out of the room and toward the stage. “Remember the setlist hun. We’re going to open with ‘Completely Fucked’ just to give them a taste of what you can do. Let’s go out there and knock them out,” whispered the seasoned performer as he motioned for her to go out before him. Peering out to the stage, she licked her lips when she saw the hundreds of people out there. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes briefly, squared her shoulders and went out onto there like she owned the place. Grabbing the mic off the stand, she ignored the heart drumming behind her ribcage as she gave a glare worthy of her fiance and idol.
    “Alright people, let’s get things started off with one of my favorites!” she snarled, John 5 wailing on the guitar before she began to belt out her opener.
    Her form was utterly perfect, moving back and forth along the platform while she gestured with her hands. Soon the audience was swept up in the performance, cheering at the right moments and even singing along once they learned the chorus. Adrenaline dumped into her veins as she put her all into the song, remembering all to well the bitterness that had driven her pen when she had written the lyrics. She had written this song in Highschool, bitter with society and its unfair expectations. A lot of that hate had been pointed at religion, just how blind she felt the followers were. Then she was finishing, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The crowd below her burst into cheers of approval, some of the more offendable people walking out.
    For just a moment, she felt guilt for causing them to leave but that was replaced by determination. After all, Manson himself had been protested and even outright banned without warning. If she ended up going down the same route because of her music, she would consider it a compliment. “If ya liked that, then you’re going to love my next number. Just a little something I call ‘Killer Instinct’!” she announced before launching into her next number. This one was a bit more somber but no less hard hitting than her previous one, her bitter lyrics resonating with a lot of the audience. She was so focused on her performance, that she was unaware of the effect she was having on her lover.
    The superstar’s focus was solely on her, his nostrils flared as he restrained himself from joining her out there and giving those bastards out there a real show. She looked fully in charge, full of an anger and hate he had never seen. He had never been more turned on in his life. By the time the song ended, he had a hard-on that was quite noticeable under the g-string he wore. Something everyone around him had noticed but didn’t dare comment on. In fact, Amanda only rolled her eyes before returning her focus to the show.
    Oblivious to the goings on backstage, Raven finished her song; waiting for the applause to die down as her eyes moved over the mob. There was a general sense of delighted surprise and she felt herself smirk as she raised her mic to her lips. “That’s only the beginning of what I have in store for you tonight! As I’m sure most of you are aware, I brought a very special guest with me! In fact, that’s his band you’re hearing behind me. Allow me to introduce my fiance and a man we all know and love, Marilyn fucking Manson ,” she announced into the mic, almost reveling in the shocked noises she had gotten in response to her announcement. Apparently not as many people had take their engagement all that seriously when it was covered by the paparazzi.
    Manson, who had been completely focused on just what he wanted to do to the woman out there, blinked when he heard his cue. Swearing softly, he ran onto the stage; turning to catch a mic from a roadie on his way out. The he was heading to where Raven stood, his heterochromic gaze fixed on his lover as he rapidly closed the distance. She looked utterly gorgeous and he found himself giving her an utterly possessive kiss as a low growl escaped him. To his surprise and delight, she responded in kind; releasing a snarl of her own. Her hand went up to his ebony hair and tugged hard, calling to all kinds of dark instincts that always lurked dangerously close to the surface.
    Breaking the kiss, the master of the stage turned to address the crowd; spreading his arms wide when they broke into loud cheers for him. “Are you shits ready for a party or what?” he snarled before motioning his band to start off with ‘Beautiful People.’ As soon as the pulsing beat began, he was pacing around the stage; dragging a grinning Raven with him. Then he was spinning her in his arms, leaning her back as he began to sing one of his old staples. She played along beautifully, allowing him to move her and position her how he wanted and giving the appropriate reactions to the lyrics. By the time the song finished, the audience had been whipped into a frenzy; demanding more and even calling for them to kiss again.
    Not one to disappoint, Manson planted another aggressive kiss on his woman; inwardly enjoying the fact that she responded just as heatedly. He had never seen this side to her and he had to say he enjoyed it immensely. Her aggression very nearly matched that of his stage persona and he lost himself more to that part of him. When they finally broke, he noticed she was giving him a rather predatory look of her own before shifting her focus to the nearly packed concert hall. “For this next number, I thought we’d do a little duet for you. A little song Marilyn likes to call ‘We’re Running to the Edge of the World,’” she announced, Jeordie and John 5 quickly changing places behind them.
    Soon the pair descended into a back and forth performance, one of them singing a line so the other could react with the next one. During the chorus, they ended up singing together; their voices merging wonderfully and filling the building with a sense of awe. The entire audience could feel the emotions that drove the number, some even bringing out lighters to wave in unison to the tune. When they finished they shared a sweet kiss before turning as one to talk to the rapt people below them. “Let’s shake things up with something a bit harder hitting, what do you say babe,” hissed the more seasoned performer, his singing persona entirely in charge as he smirked at her.
    “Whatever you have in mind can’t be as hard hitting as my next number,” she quipped, smirking right back before backing away from him. After a violent motion from her, the band launched into ‘Tears of Blood’.
    Manson could only watch as she spat out the bitter, hateful lyrics, all aimed at the various people that had hurt her during her life. Some were also pointed at him and his behavior but he could only find himself wanting to grab hold of her and make sure everyone knew just who she belonged to. She was driving him wild, the way she seemed to be chastising him as she backed away. He found himself following after her aggressively, something in her posture setting off his more dominant side. All at once he wanted to put her in her place, show her just who was boss. Then the song was ending, leaving him feeling a bit off balance and more than just a little wanting.
    As if she knew this, Raven lowered her eyelids and gave him a look that practically dared him to do something about it. Huffing out a low growl, he enveloped her in his arms before giving a curt signal to the band. Once again, Twiggy and John switched before starting up ‘Wight Spider’. As he sang the oddly romantic tune, he nipped the base of her neck roughly before shoving his leather covered crotch into her rear. Not breaking song but huffing slightly, Manson wrapped his arms around her front to rest his hands on her lower stomach. When she moaned in an all too real manner and leaned back into him, it took every ounce of his restraint not to take her here and now. Fully aware of where they were, he gritted his teeth as the song finally wound to an end; outright snarling when she pulled away from him. It was almost as if she was trying to push him beyond his limits of control and it was working far too well.
    As she watched him struggle with himself, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t turned on. She knew he could be rough and possessive just from what she had seen of him on stage and somewhat in bed. She found herself wanting to bring this side out of him, some part of her practically starving to see it despite how frightening it could be. His temper was just as much a part of him as everything else and she wanted to experience the rough along with the sweet. So she quirked a brow and told him it was his move with body language alone. She wasn’t surprised when he gestured to the band and started the next song, launching into ‘Odds of Even’ and joined in without missing a beat.
    A song obviously written about their first separation, the pair pulled it off in style and aplomb; each playing their part flawlessly. Raven played the hurt female while Manson played the domineering but just as injured man. This made the women in the audience go nuts, screams of approval filling the air every time they leaned toward eachother. As the number neared its end, the goth rocker pulled her against him and stared down at her as he finished the last lines. With an absolutely devious expression, the normally shy woman reach forward and cupped his erection; making him jolt slightly from sheer shock.
    Hissing as she pulled away, he narrowed his eyes as she started to turn to address the crowd. Tired of all the games, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her back into him; his chest heaving as his mismatched orbs blazed down at her. “Our last number will be one of Raven’s songs. A little thing she likes to call ‘Bitter Medicine’,” he rasped, huffing slightly as Jeordie and John switched yet again; the dreadlocked male playing the final song of the set.
    “You were my everything, you made me want to be strong. You told me I was beautiful and made me feel like I mattered,” she began in a sigh, her eyes closed as she leaned into him.
    “But the greatest crime of all was when you held me in the night and told me that you loved me. I think that was the cruelest sting of all,” she finished before the music dropped and the song got going. Manson released her so she could storm away from him, whirling to face him to cue him for his response.
    “You dared to come into my life and make me believe I was worth something. Holding me in the dark and chasing my fears away,” he murmured, his baritone soft with emotion despite the heat in his gaze.
    “You built up all of my confidence, only to tear all of the hard work down,” he continued, slowly closing the distance as he slightly bowed his head.
    “Oooooh, you're my bitter medicine. Ooooh, but I can't wait to take a dose of you again,” sighed the woman in front of him, her voice doing terrible things to his lower body as he got ever closer.
    “You are both the best and worst thing that's ever happened to me but I just can't let you go. I've become addicted to your acrid taste and I need just a little more,” the pair belted out in unison, the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ pulling her against his body before whipping her around to face the crowd.
    “Ooooh, you're my bitter medicine. Ooooh, but I can't wait to take a dose of you again,” Raven sighed as he nipped her neck and ground against her, one of his large hands coming up to cup her right breast.
    “Rot everything inside me but I don't care even though I should. Utterly held captive by your sour hold and I don't care if I disappear into the dark,” they cried out together, his hand moving down to her ribs to be joined by the other one.
    “Why did you make me need you if you're going to only break me more. Can't you see just how much you encompass every single part of me?” whispered the freelancer turned singer, her voice tinged with pain. As she sang, she leaned her hips back into the man behind her; drawing a ragged hiss from the rocker’s black lips.
    “You have overtaken my soul and even more but you seem not notice. You have claimed me without even having to ask but you only shove me away,” came Manson’s guttural response, his breath hot against her neck as his own hips rose up to meet hers. The way he was acting told her she was playing with fire but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.
    “Pain inside you calls for me and all I want to do is help,” she sighed in a pained voice, reaching up to blindly dance her fingers across his pale visage. He leaned into her touch, releasing a noise that both chilled her blood and exhilarated her more.
    “May bite me in the end but I just don't care. I will keep hoping for you because you have entirely consumed my soul,” she continued, eeping quietly when he gave the scruff of her neck a sharp bite.
    “Oooooh, you're my bitter medicine. Ooooh, but I can't wait to take a dose of you again,” he rasped, his voice unsteady as his index fingers twitched just below her breasts.
    “You are both the best and worst thing that's ever happened to me but I just can't let you go. I've become addicted to your acrid taste and I need just a little more,” she whispered, sounding as if it broke her just to be near him despite the heavy lust currently singing through her veins.
    “Oooooh, you're my bitter medicine. Ooooh, but I can't wait to take a dose of you again,” husked the superstar, one of his hands moving down to hover over her crotch as he ground himself against her.
    “Rot everything inside me but I don't care even though I should. Utterly held captive by your sour hold and I don't care if I disappear into the dark,” they sang in unison, his chin resting on her left shoulder as he breathed heavily.
    “Bitter medicine,” the performer intoned.
    “Ooooooh my lovely medicine,” Raven finished, beginning to sway as the song wound down.
    “Bitter medicine,” Manson repeated, his voice a raspy growl that set her lower body on fire.
    “Ooooooh you course through my veins,” the ex- artist belted out, sounding like she was singing with her entire heart and soul.
    “Bitter medicine,” husked the man behind her, almost making her forget just where she was when he gripped her womanhood through her skirt.
    “Ooooooh, how I wish I could give you up,” she gasped, not sounding the least bit sorry as he fingered her through the layers of clothing.
    “Bitter medicine,” the rocker belted out, extending the last word as his index finger covertly slide across her clothed slit.
    “Ooooooh, I can't get enough,” the ebony haired femme howled, before they both descended into whispers of the song name, eventually fading into one, lingering moan of ‘bitter medicine’.
    As soon as they were done, the huge mob burst into raucous cheers; bringing the pair back to reality with a crash. Panting heavily, they parted from eachother; Manson much more reluctantly than Raven. To be honest, it hurt to have her out of his arms but he reluctantly allowed her to have this moment. She had more than earned the applause and he would have more than enough time to show his own appreciation once they were backstage. To be honest, he was shocked she had allowed behavior that would have normally mortified her. Not too long ago, something like that would have been a huge wedge between them but this time felt different. Whatever had changed, he hoped to see more of it. “Thank you guys for a wonderful night! If you want a copy of my CD, they’re for sale on your way out,” she announced before turning toward him again, moving forward slowly with a look on her face that heated his blood even further.
    Once she was close enough, she was reaching up to tug him into a heated kiss; moaning into his mouth the same time her tongue slide inside. It was both an invitation and a clear provocation, so when she moved to pull away before he could respond it snapped the final thread of his control. With an utterly feral sound, he grabbed her hard and yanked her back against him as his tongue responded to hers. When she immediately submitted, it only fueled his onslaught and he downright snarled as he slowly broke the kiss. Giving her swollen lips a slow lick, he simply turned and headed to the backstage; not taking his eyes off her for a second. If anyone dared to take her away from him at the moment, he would fucking tear their heads off.
    Thankfully for everyone else, Twiggy was able to sense his mood and fielded Amanda from rushing to hug her dearest friend. When she gave him a furious look, he merely smiled in a disarming manner. “You can always congratulate her later. If you take a close look at Manny, you’ll see its not the best idea to approach them at the moment,” he pointed out , smiling when she took a closer look. Pogo, on the other hand, wasn’t as easily controlled. Ginger did his best to stop the keyboardist from going near the pair but it was all in vain.
    The troublemaker seemed determined to do just that, make trouble, and nothing short of a natural disaster would stop him from achieving his goal. Raven, who saw him approaching out of the corner of her eye, could only watch events unfold in slow motion. She would have moved to stop him if it wasn’t for the fact that Manson wasn’t about to allow any amount of distance between them at the moment. There was also the little fact that if she approached another male at this point, this singer was bound to explode in epic proportions. So when he noticed Pogo himself, the performer instinctually pushed her behind his back.. Thankfully the keyboardist had a little sense and tackled the rockstar first, ignoring the snarl that ripped out of the taller man’s bony chest. Then the mohawked musician was cupping his crotch and everything froze. “Soooo, is that a boner in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” the blonde purred, giggling as his boss’ eyes dilated with rage.
    Ginger, Jeordie and John 5 groaned in unison, moving off-stage to motion Raven to join them. Eyeing the situation, the former artist decided to do so while she could. With how things looked, nothing was going to stop this confrontation and all she could do was get out of the way. So she skittered for the side area at a fast walk, not turning around when she heard the inevitable fight broke out. “Should we wait or go back to the bus?” Ginger sighed, not seeming the least bit bothered by what was happening just a few feet from them. Her audience, however, seemed to love it; cheering loudly every now and again.
    “We certainly should. Raven should stay right here,” Jeordie replied, flinching when Amanda disagreed rather vehemently.
    “Are you nuts?” she screeched, making everyone flinch. Blushing slightly, the journalist cleared her throat as she shuffled in place.
    “I mean, just leaving her unprotected...,” the curly haired femme continued, scuffing the floor with the toe of her tennis shoe.
    “I know it sounds strange but he’s strung extremely tight right now. Also, I doubt anyone is dumb enough to try to come after her with how he’s acting right now,” the former guitarist reasoned, making a good point.
    “He’s right Mandy. I kinda tweaked his nose a bit out there and its best if we’re given some space. I’m not helpless however. I used to play soccer quite a lot and still have a fair amount of leg strength if you get my meaning,” Raven assured her friend with a cruel grin. The uncomfortable expressions on the men’s faces as they subconsciously shielded their crotches was enough to make both of the women burst into laughter.
    Shaking their heads in unison, the quartet simply left; leaving Amanda to say her goodbyes to her close companion. “Try not to get too loud tonight. Our room is right by yours,” the journalist teased, giving her a quick hug before hurrying off to join the others. Just in time too, Pogo skidding on the floor to stop at Raven’s booted feet. Despite the two black eyes, split lip and bloody nose, the insane man was grinning like a loon.
    “Nice weather tonight!” he remarked, giving her a bloody grin. Raven only gave a sigh as she pinched her nose, aware of the fact that Manson was closing distance fast.
    “You better get outta here before he fucking kills you,” she advised, giggling when he pouted and got to his feet. Then he was giving her a sound kiss before running away with an insane cackle.
    The only thing that saved him was Manson’s extremely strong instinct to make sure Raven was okay. With murder in his mismatched eyes, he took her into a tight hug before looking her over. Pursing his black painted lips, he bent to give the already stunned female a deep, dominating kiss; one that was full of teeth and aggressive tongue. This went on for endless moments before he broke it with a low snarl that shook something deep within her. “Mine,” he rumbled, running a hand over her head slowly as his blueish white and brown eyes gazed down at her almost expectantly.
    “Yours,” she breathed, nipping under his chin in an attempt to placate him. Thankfully it worked like a charm, the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ practically melting into her.
    “Forever,” he sighed, his baritone slightly unsteady as he pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes again.
    “Yes,” sighed the compliant woman, leaning forward to continue nipping under his chin to calm him more. The rocker shuddered hard, huffing through his mouth before he was simply scooping her into his naked, tattoo covered arms.
    The next thing she knew, she was being carried through the bus and straight to their room; inwardly amused when she saw no sign of Pogo. Then she was being placed gently on the bed and all other thoughts left her head as the underfed man began to fumble with the buckles on the front of her decorated corset. Sucking in her tummy to allow the material more give, she was inwardly amused at just how fast he opened the fasteners. Granted, he had plenty of experience with this particular article of clothing. These thoughts were soon cut off when he sat her up to remove it from her torso. When he saw she was bare underneath, he let out a low sound of approval.
    Eager hands moved to her skirt and panties, huffing slightly when he saw the fishnet. Those would take a bit more time to extract her from and he wasn’t particularly pleased with this fact. Raven, on the other hand, was barely holding back laughter at the expression on his face. He almost looked like a child denied his favorite candy and it was all she could do to keep a hold of those traitorous giggles. Giving him a smile instead, she took off her skirt herself; taking the troublesome nylons with it. All that was left on her were her lime green panties. Those she left on simply because she got the feeling Manson wanted the privilege of removing them himself.
    Her instinct proved to be spot on, the look he gave her in return full of affection as well as lust. Then he was removing her underwear, loosing another of those primal sounds as he took her in. Despite all of the times they had sex and even the time with Johnny, Raven still had a strong urge to hide herself. Some part of her even felt an echo of that old fear but it was nowhere near as strong as it had been. All she needed was to see the absolutely starved glimmer in his eyes to know those fears were off base. His eyes still locked on her, the superstar began to remove his own clothes.
    Her own gaze locked on his underweight form, slight worry mixing with the lust she felt for him. Before she could dwell on it too long, he was prowling over her to give her a heated kiss. While she was distracted by his mouth his hands tied a piece of dark cloth over her eyes. Startled at first when her vision was cut off, Raven soon found herself panting as she realized what was going on. A low purr came from somewhere above her, the heat from Manson’s body moving slowly down her own. Then he was hovering over her junction, allowing his breath to fan over the sensitive folds and drive her crazy. “Mmmmm Mare,” she whispered, squirming slightly as her anticipation and need grew. The singer chuckled just before the heat of his mouth was meeting her and her world was lost in pleasure.
    She could feel every lave and stroke of his tongue moving lazily over her, exploring every fold, wrinkle and crevice of her womanhood. It was all she could do to not be swept away by the sensations, deep moans leaving her as he slowly intensified his ministrations. The flat of his tongue swiped languidly over her clit before delving into her quivering passage, drawing a heated cry of his name from her lips as her hips rose to meet him. Just before she would have exploded, he was stopping; leaving her very hot and oh so wanting.
    Desperate pleas for him poured from her, only to be stopped by his mouth on hers as he positioned his tip at her needy entrance. She was faintly aware of the taste of her juices on his tongue, then he was hilting in her and she was crying out as her head tilted back. Hands blindly rose to fumble at his upper back. Grunting, Manson began to move hard and fast; his heavy moans joining hers as his hips snapped against her. His mouth rested at her neck as she felt every part of him like nothing she had before, her toes curling as her legs wrapped around him. “Mine!” he snarled against her racing pulse, moaning in an almost painful manner as he nudged against her cervix.
    “Y-yours! O-oh fuck Marilyn!” Raven screamed, red stars appearing behind the blindfold she wore as she orgasmed harder than she had in her life. She was dimly aware of him kissing her neck as he emptied into her before she lost consciousness.
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