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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: ‘And as a writer, one of the things that I've always been interested in doing is actually invading your comfort space. Because that's what we're supposed to do. Get under your skin, and make you react.’ - Stephen King

Chapter Eight: Small Hiccups

    As she lay on the bed she shared with her fiance, Raven found herself reflecting on the tour. It had been two months since she had begun on this strange journey and a lot had happened. Manson and Amanda were getting along a lot better for starters and she was developing quite a fanbase, to the consternation of her protective lover. Despite his announcement of their wedding date, many of the men in the crowd had begun catcalling her and even throwing things on the stage to her. While she generally ignored it as part of the concert experience, her much more seasoned fiance had come very close to leaping into the rabble to give them a piece of his mind.
    There was also the fact that he was still extremely protective, even with nightly talks about what had happened and how neither of them were truly at fault. He had let go of his guilt a while ago. His fear was another matter entirely and the twenty-nine year old was honestly worried he was going to lose it one day. With the way things were going, it was inevitable and she was helpless to stop it. It seemed that nothing she said or did helped alleviate the issue and she found herself pondering if maybe a bit of distance would be the answer. While it seemed counter-intuitive, it might actually do the trick. Making the singer see she would be safe away from him might be enough to break him from the cycle but she was reluctant to try. She was no Psychologist and her actions could very well make things worse.
    To top off the huge shit taco, her best friend was now experiencing the very best in morning sickness; an ailment not helped by the rocking of the tour bus as it went down the road. Tim tried his best to drive gently but there was nothing he could do about motion sickness brought on by hormones. It was getting so bad, the former artist was honestly considering ending her tour early. Ginger was also starting to push for that, against heavy protests from his wife. The fact was, the normally energetic woman could no longer keep down more than soup and it was worrying everyone. If things weren’t better soon, she would have to give heavy consideration to committing the greatest sin in the business. If Mandy was sent home, the drummer would follow and it would be impossible to continue further.
    Staring up at the ceiling, the pale woman winced as she heard the all too familiar sound of her childhood companion vomiting. Even the grouchy performer next to her sat up, a sympathetic expression on his naked face. “Poor kid. Christ, I wish the dramamine did shit for her,” he growled, slowly getting to his feet and revealing the fact he was very naked. Just looking over his tattooed body brought back pleasant memories of the previous night and she shook them off to nod as she got out of bed as well. She was just as naked as her lover and she tried to ignore the faint sting of shame and disgust over her body as she went to the dresser. She had regained a bit of weight since she was eating more regularly and some of her natural body fat had returned to her hips, belly and breasts. Unfortunately this also caused stretch marks due to her constantly fluctuating weight and only added to her image issues.
    A pair of thin but strong arms wrapping around her broke her out of her dark thoughts as a chin came to rest on her right shoulder. His hands spread out on her pudgy, marked belly and he let out a low sound that settled into her womb as he pulled her back hard against his burgeoning erection. Hot, needy, open mouthed kisses began to land on her porcelain colored neck and shoulder, his hands massaging and kneading the soft skin of her tummy like warm bread dough. Then they were moving to grip her hips as he gave her left ear a gentle nip. “Mare,” she gasped out, warm tendrils of need beginning to branch out from her lower body to take over her entire being. The primal vocalization he made in response only helped to stoke the inferno now blazing inside her and she found herself panting as she shifted her hips backward to rub along his steel hard member.
    Next thing Raven knew, she was being bent forward as talented fingers stroked and rubbed teasingly along her slit. “Aaaah,” she gasped out, her knees going weak as he brushed against her protruding pearl. The rock star behind her only released a guttural noise, his other hand reaching up to play with her right breast as it dangled in the air. Then two digits slowly dragged up along her womanhood, entering her shuddering entrance shallowly to gather her nectar on his fingertips. Using this slickness, he went to work on her clit as his other hand played with her sensitive nipple.
    Back bowing downward as her mouth opened in a soundless ‘o’, the former freelancer was lost in a haze of sensation. It felt like electricity and fire were licking her skin at the same time, gathering in a squirming, pulsing ball in her womb. Chuckling, the ‘God of Fuck’ gingerly pinched her aching button between his index and middle fingers and began to mercilessly attack the nodule with a callused thumb. The short digit moved in alternating directions of clockwise and counterclockwise, drawing quiet keens of both his birth name and his performance name from her lips. Just before she would have tipped over that sweet edge, all activity stopped and she very nearly sobbed from the loss. She was just about to turn her head to ask him why he stopped when she felt him place his hooded tip against her aching junction.
    Time almost seemed to freeze as he rubbed himself along her, almost teasing her as he shifted to place a kiss between her shoulderblades. Holding her breath, Raven didn’t dare speak as everything inside her screamed for him to just take her already. When he placed a hand on her lower back, her heart nearly leapt in her throat and her black painted nails scraped against the drawer she held onto as she let out a wholly unconscious whimper. Then he was slowly moving forward, every inch of him filling her and making her groan as she felt his pubes tickle her butt when he hilted. The velvet steel of him twitched hard inside her walls and they hissed in unison as Manson began to pepper the back of her neck with kisses that were halfway to being bites. Shifting his weight slightly as his hands came to her hips, the superstar began to move slowly; seeming to revel in her soft keens.
    The sensation was like two puzzle pieces that had finally found eachother and both participants were soon caught up in the feeling, the formerly dominant session evolving into something almost beyond sex. It almost felt like their souls were joining and Manson continued to move at his slow pace, his bony hips occasionally moving in small circles as his moans mixed with Raven’s. It seemed like they were approaching something wonderful together and he leaned forward to cover her body with his own, his lips taking hers in a kiss as he continued to thrust and swivel within her. Then they came in unison, long and hard as their mouth met. As he finished spilling into her, the performer rested his clammy forehead against her shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. Whatever that had been about in the beginning, it had changed on them both and left the pair a bit breathless.
    After what seemed like endless moments, her fiance pulled his flaccid cock from her and helped her straighten. Shuddering at the feeling of cum leaking from her, the up and coming singer felt a wave of apprehension wash over her. What if she got pregnant again? Even worse, what if she lost the baby again? Feeling panic begin to swell in her chest, the young woman forced herself to take a few, deep breaths to calm down. So, when she felt hands on her shoulders, she nearly tripped over herself because she spun around so fast. Pinwheeling her arms, she found herself steadied by Manson as he huddled her into his skeletally skinny frame. Then he was tilting her chin up to take her lips in a loving kiss. “We’ll take care of it,” he declared, answering a question she never asked.
    “Wh-wha?” she whispered, despite having a pretty good suspicion about what he was talking about.
    “If you’re pregnant, it won’t be a problem. I want a family with the woman I love,” he husked, his words honestly shocking her. He had never seemed like much of a family man and she had never really wanted kids in the first place, a sentiment that had caused a huge part of the mess.
    The feeling of his rough thumb rubbing her right cheek brought her back to reality and she saw clear want in his matching eyes. “I want it all with you. A life, kids, growing old together. We’ve already been through so much already and... I trust you. You... you’ve helped me to become a better man,” he whispered, giving her nose a quick peck before releasing her to get dressed. As she pulled on black jeans, Raven was surprised she didn’t feel the need to ask just what that had been about earlier. She knew Manson well enough to surmise on her own that he had sensed where her thoughts were going. He had known she was feeling bad about how she looked again and he wanted to use the method he knew best to drive the thought out of her head. What it became from there was something entirely different.
    As she pulled a Marilyn Manson t-shirt over her head, she found herself wondering just what had happened. They had sex before and it had never felt like that. It wasn’t that she was complaining, what happened was otherworldly, she just wanted to know what it was. Combing her shoulder length hair into a ponytail, she leaned back into the taller man that came up behind her and wrapped his thin but strong arms around her. “I felt it too. We’ll talk about it later. Right now I wanna give frizz-head a bit of a break and have Tim pull over for breakfast,” husked his voice in her ear, his lips brushing behind said appendage tenderly. Then he was pulling away from her, his hand trailing on her hips before he was giving her butt a hearty swat.
    As the rocker went out into the bus, only partially dressed, Raven wandered into their bathroom to put on her make-up. She had never liked the stuff and never wore it unless she had to but, as a singer, she now found herself having to get used to it. The first few performances, Jeordie or Manson had helped her; offering tips on how to do it herself. After some practice and less than stellar attempts, the tomboy had grown quite a proficiency for using the substance. Some part of her still rebelled at using it at all but she ground that inclination into the dirt. If she wanted to be successful, she had to be ready to fulfill certain expectations. Also, it felt more like a mask that she slipped on and it helped her feel a bit safer on stage.
    A toilet flushed as a damp paper towel passed hands, a thankful murmur echoing off the tile walls. Worried, brown eyes watched the hunched figure as a hand moved through bleach blonde hair. “I know what you’re going to say and the answer’s still no,” snarled the stubborn journalist just before she began heaving into the porcelain bowl again. Shaking his head, the drummer simply knelt behind the stubborn woman and began to rub her back in small circles.
    “We’re all getting worried hun. You haven’t kept down substantial food in days now and I really think its best we stop,” he tried to reason, only getting a heated glare for his troubles.
    “Yeah and then what? Megs gets a reputation for being unreliable? While Manson has built enough fame to get away with moodiness every once in a while, she doesn’t have that yet. She’s just starting out and don’t say I can just go back home cause I know damn well you’ll follow me,” she growled, letting out a small sigh when the vehicle finally stopped. The musician opened his mouth to argue but quickly shut it as it dawned on him that she was right.
    “We have a few more months of travel and if this gets worse, I’ll leave but... I need you to fucking give me your word of honor you’ll fucking stay here and see the rest of the tour through,” the ever obstinate femme hissed as she got to her feet and tottered to the sink to wash out her mouth. Her husband only watched, the expression on his pale face resembling that of a trapped animal.
    It wasn’t the end of the world, he knew that. It wasn’t like she was seven or even eight months along. He should feel perfectly fine leaving her at home while she was this early on but he just didn’t. He wanted to be there for her through the whole thing and the thought of sending her back to the mansion when she was this sick tore him up on the inside. Still, he knew she was right, about many things. If he left, Raven’s new career would be forfeit. To top it off, that reputation would follow her no matter what she ended up doing. If she went back to freelancing artwork, she would never get work due to pulling out of these concert gigs. While it would be purely his fault, she would be the one to get flack for it. Sighing, he ran a hand through his chin length hair as he followed the woman he loved out into the vehicle. It was only her hand grabbing his that stopped his whirling thoughts. Looking down, he saw the smaller woman smiling up at him. “If the worst happens, it won’t be like I’m alone. Johnny is at Manson’s place and I doubt he’d just leave me to my own devices. The man is as protective as you are sometimes,” she reasoned, her words making him feel slightly better. That, however, was before he turned his gaze to the front and saw his boss wandering around with his dick hanging out of his pants and no shirt on.
    Raven opened the door to join the others when she heard something that nearly made her consider going back inside. “Oh dear God! Put your dick back in you pants for fudge sake,” came the violated voice of her childhood best friend. Just that sentence alone was enough to make all manner of horrifying possibilities fly through her head. The one in the forefront in her mind was, of course, Pogo. Just thinking of seeing ‘the penis of doom’ made her shudder in revulsion. It was only the sound of Manson’s laughter that stopped her and she shook her head slightly. With him feeling more comfortable around Amanda, the singer was much more likely to let things hang loose. If there was one thing she knew about him, it was the fact he really didn’t give a fuck about being naked around others. He mostly put on clothing when he felt he had to and he apparently felt it was time to get her friend used to the idea.
    “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen one before, what with Ginger and Pogo around. Unless you’re telling me that ol Fishy boy here has become celibate,” came the teasing reply as she walked down the short hall to the living area.
    The next reply was so predictable, the amused woman mouthed along with it as she took in the scene that greeted here. “It doesn’t mean I want to see yours!” Mandy squealed, looking violated while her husband looked just plain insulted. In fact, it looked like he was going to say something for several moments before he shook his head and moved to sit on the couch.
    “So where did you have Tim stop?” he sighed in a slightly exasperated tone, his earthy orbs traveling to where Raven was standing. Any left over animosity left immediately for a friendly smile as he motioned the ebony clad woman to sit on the couch by him. This, of course, made Manson whirl around to look at her; immediately putting himself back into his tight jeans.
    “Just an Ihop. I figured some pancakes could so all of us some good,” the performer responded, motioning her forward as well.
    Giving a small smile, the former artist walked forward; snickering slightly at the dirty look her closest friend was giving her. In fact, she paused just long enough to give the slightly older female a shrug before moving on. “Sounds good to me. I could use a good breakfast that will stick with me for the day,” she replied, moving to sit next to Ginger rather than head to her lover. This made everyone stare at her for a few moments before they simply shrugged it off and began to prepare to disembark the bus. Even the formerly sick Amanda seemed excited at the prospect of pancakes and practically led the charge out of the large mode of transport.
    Giggling, Raven shifted her focus to the drummer beside her; all too aware of the fact Manson was still there as well and was watching everything closely. Clearing her throat, she opened her mouth to talk when she was stopped by him holding up a hand. “Before you say anything, I want to say I’ll be staying with the tour until the end. Even if Amanda has to go back to Cali for a while. I don’t want to be the reason your career fails,” he whispered, his dark eyes meeting hers steadily as he timidly reached forward to take her hands in his. Raven could only blink, her mouth hanging open in astonishment.
    “Er, er I don’t know what to say Ging. That’s beyond generous and more than I expected,” she whispered before pulling the taller musician into a tight hug.
    Freezing, the submissive drummer looked up at his boss for okay before reciprocating in the embrace that was offered to him. When Manson nodded, the bleach blonde gave the shy woman a tight hug. “Its the least I can do for you after everything you’ve done for all of us. Besides, you’re my friend as well. It wouldn’t be right to do that to a friend,” he murmured, pulling away to give her a small smile. Nodding as she wiped away happy tears, she grabbed his hand and shot to her feet; dragging the much taller man behind her.
    “Alright, that’s enough drama on an empty stomach. There be bacon behind them there walls. Bacon, hashbrowns and blueberry pancakes,” she declared enthusiastically, yanking the drummer behind her as she made her way out of the huge bus. Manson was right behind them, shaking his head in amusement at the fact his underling was being led around like a dog on a leash.
    Ginger was wiry and didn’t have much muscle but he was stronger than he looked. He also could hold his own in a fight, something the musician had proven with Pogo and even the lead man himself. So it made it all the more amusing that a woman who used to be afraid to say boo to anyone was now leading him. In fact, the singer wished he had a camera on him just for this occasion. Even the man’s wife was amused by this turn of events, taunting him with a wiggle of her eyebrows as they walked by.
    A few moments later and they were all seated at a table, Raven by Manson while Amanda sat with Ginger. Pogo was sandwiched between a glaring Tim and stern looking Jeordie, poor John 5 relegated to a chair on the end of the table. As soon as they sat down, people around them began to get uncomfortable; some of the older people getting up to go to the front before they were done eating. Sighing, the black haired female tried to ignore the slight feeling of shame this gave her. She would have to get used to people shunning her because of her new profession, especially some of the elderly. Just thinking about it made her wonder what her own grandmother would think about this? The woman had been supportive but had also had a very strong opinion against rock ‘n’ roll.
    It didn’t help that none of the waitresses seemed to want to come to their table. Most of them were middle aged women and they all looked fairly normal. They also seemed to be having a quiet discussion about just who would deal with their group. After a few minutes, they sent an older woman to their table and she looked less than pleased to be dealing with them. Despite the sour look on her face, Raven strove to be polite and use her manners. A fact that seemed to almost shock the scowl off their server’s face. When she got to Manson, however, recognition came into her eyes immediately and she very nearly jumped back from the table. It was almost as if she was afraid he would eat her or something. Unfazed by this, the singer merely placed his order as if nothing had ever happened at all.
    By the time their food arrived, the rising singer found herself wondering if their waitress had spit in it just because she hadn’t like the way they looked. The others didn’t have the same reservations, with the exception of Amanda; digging in while the journalist looked over her pancakes with a discerning eye. After a few moments, she deemed them okay and began to eat; leaving only a highly suspicious Raven. Poking at her pancakes with a fork, she licked her lips before beginning to eat; silently praying nothing untoward had been done to her food. Unfortunately, that was when a group of young people that had just came in recognized them.
    Manson could tell what they were going to do by observing their body language and stiffened. He was on the outside of the table and was therefore protecting her, yet that didn’t help him feel much better. So, when the two young men of the group began to approach, he barely resisted the urge to shoot them a death glare.   As it was, the two idiots seemed to have a moment where they reconsidered bothering the group that was having breakfast. Unfortunately they appeared to talk themselves out of their moment of clarity and continued on their way to the table.
    Raven, who was oblivious to both Manson and the group of approaching twenty-one year olds, simply kept eating until she felt the aura of anger rolling of the man to her left. Blinking, she raised her head slightly to see immediately what the problem was. While part of her wanted to intervene, another part of her knew it would be best to let her fiance handle this one. Sighing, she leaned up in the guise of kissing his cheek. In reality she was whispering, “Just try not to start a fight?” into his ear. The only response she got was a slight shift of his mismatched eyes to show he had heard. He must have put in his contact before going into the main body of the bus. Latching onto that line of reasoning as a way to distract herself, the ex-artist went back to eating her food as she mulled it over.
    The encroaching men seemed to sense something was off, their footsteps hesitating and eventually stopping when they were a couple feet from John’s back. Soon they began whispering to eachother, more than likely discussing if this was such a good idea or daring eachother to get closer. With the way the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ was glaring at them, it was a wonder they dared to even come as close as they had. Eventually, the taller, more buff guy shoved his obviously scared, more nerdy companion towards the table. This made Manson tense, every line of his thin body tightened as he assessed the smaller man for how much of a threat he was. “What do you fucking want?” snarled the rocker, every word out of his mouth screaming at the men to just turn tail and run now.
    The poor lad could have been no more than twenty-one, pimples left over from his teenhood still dotting his thin face as he shoved his tape bound glasses up on the bridge of his beak-like nose. In fact, he looked like the kind of kid Manson would have either hung out with or beaten up in highschool. It was obvious that he was doing this under extreme duress with the way he was avoiding the singer’s eyes and looked back at his ‘buddy’ that had shoved him forward. The more buff man merely raised a brow and motioned with a hand for him to go on. Just seeing how obviously coerced the poor guy was raised the rocker’s hackles. So, when the kid turned to try to stutter that he wanted an autograph, the much taller performer held up a hand to stop him. “Never mind,” he hissed, slowly getting to his feet as his heterochromic gaze shifted to the other man. Just seeing the confident expression fade off the probable football star’s face made a vindictive flash of pleasure to course through the singer’s veins as he slowly stalked toward the more broad male.
    “I think your friend here is the one who wanted something anyway,” he hissed, a mean smirk curling his black lips. When the jock backed up a couple steps, the former nerd couldn’t help but feel a faint thread of satisfaction.
    Walking forward until their bodies almost touched, the musician gave a false smile that almost appeared to make the tough guy come very close to pissing himself. “Don’t think I didn’t see you shoving your ‘friend’ there toward us. What was so important that you would bully someone else into interrupting our breakfast?” Manson hissed, rage tinging his baritone. When the muscled meathead only stammered uselessly and avoided his gaze like a guilty child, Manson felt a strong urge to just punch his face in. If caught while doing something you shouldn’t, the least you could do was own up to it and apologize.
    “Pro-tip, if you don’t have the balls to do something your fucking self then don’t do it!” snarled the pissed superstar, leaning forward to press his nose against the other man’s. With a squeak, the musclebound coward ran; leaving his companions behind in a stunned silence.
    The poor kid did his best to try to sneak away as well, only to be stopped by Manson shooting out a hand to grab him. Whimpering, the scrawny man could only shake as the singer drug him close. Then, to his utter shock, the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ pulled a piece of paper and pen out of his skin tight jeans. “You wanted it from Raven, right?” he growled, handing the objects to the stunned twenty-one year old. With a shy nod, he skittered to table; getting a signature from a very amused Raven while Manson watched. With a murmured thank you, the college kid ran back to the group that had been left behind by the other guy; holding his prize aloft for all too see.
    Giggling, the ex-artist craned up to kiss her fiance’s cheek as soon as he resumed his seat next to her. “That was very nice of you,” she whispered in his ear, nestling into his side as he began to eat once more. Humming in response, the intimidating man gave her cheek a short peck.
    “I can be a good guy every once in a while. Just know I used up my quota for the next five years,” he warned in a completely serious tone, his blueish white and brown eye glittering with a faint playfulness before he turned back to his food.
    Smiling Raven went back to her food as her mind replayed the scene over and over. Having been picked on by people like beefcake, it did her good to see him turn tail and run like the piece of shit he was. On top of that, it had been Manson to do it; no doubt being a victim of bullying himself throughout school. It had both been vindicating and arousing, leaving her with a pleasant tingling deep inside her lower body. Eating the rest of her breakfast, she watched the group she considered her family laughing and joking with eachother. All at once, she was struck with just how fleeting this could all be. Manson’s band was well known for changing members a lot, this bunch having stuck with him the longest. If any of them decided to quit, she honestly had no idea how she would react. It had been bad enough when Twiggy had bailed long before she had ever met Marilyn.
    As she continued to mull this probability over in her head, the conversation faded to the background and her body took on automatic functions. She even got up to follow them onto the bus, heading to the couch like a zombie to sit down. Pogo, Ginger, Jeordie and Manson watched her closely, seemingly sensing something was bothering her. In fact, the four of them pulled aside to have a quiet conversation about who should approach her first. The former guitarist ended up insisting on talking to her one on one, something his ex-boss seemed less than enthused by. Unfortunately, when he approached her, she was so deep in thought that she nearly jumped to the ceiling when he sat next to her. Then she was flinging her arms around him as if she was afraid he would disappear, confusing the three standing near-by even more. Even Tim and John were beginning to become concerned, coming to stand with the others as Amanda came to stand by her husband. “Raven, wha...?” he began only to be stunned to silence when the woman simply broke into tears.
    “Don’t... don’t ever leave. None of you,” she whispered, her face burrowing in the effeminate male’s chest. She didn’t see the utterly gobsmacked expressions that crossed over the other’s faces.
    “Why would we? We’re a family here. Yeah some people have come and gone but... I don’t think any of us really wanna go anywhere,” Pogo assured, moving to wrap her into a hug.
    “What on Earth brought this on?” Manson whispered, moving to kneel in front of her.
    “I just have this horrible feeling that things have been going far too smoothly. That something terrible is going to happen,” she whispered, looking up at the two men in front of the couch with a scared expression.
    “Nothing is going to happen, none of us are going anywhere,” Jeordie husked, giving her a tight squeeze. The singer on the floor opened his mouth to agree but shut it again as the same dread began to fill him. Something was coming he could sense it. Something devastating. All he could do was hold onto her as tight as he could and hope they would both get through it.
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