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Slave to Love	By : RyanneDeath Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 1868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Marilyn Manson. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"Slave to Love"

(A/N: This story is based on the song Slave to Love by Brian Ferry
and Roxy Music. Listening to it while reading this is recommended. Thanks to Shaun for his invauable assistance.)

Febuary 2001

The room was hot, stiflingly so. Or maybe it was just in his head.

He couldn’t remember why he was alone…

Oh. Right.

Not enough time to pick out proper "re-enforcements".
Brian and his rushing. He just wanted to get back to the hotel so he could do drugs, MORE drugs, without interruption.

Like he needed more.

Twiggy hadn't even had time to properly change, so here he was, in his dress, in his room, completely trashed and trying to get comfortable on the bed. There was ugly wallpaper on the walls and they already trashed the TV, so there was no porn to be had…

Too bad, because for some reason, he was REALLY fucking horny. It could have something to do with Brian constantly touching him during the show.

It was always like that though; Teasing.

Just teasing.

Manson would come up behind him, grab his crotch, pretend he didn’t feel something stiffen there.

He’d pretend that he didn't know it left Jeordie panting and wanting. It'd been like this for months. It wasn't like they hadn't been fucking before, but he knew Brian was teasing him now. In
fact, they'd never been so close. As friends....and lovers. Practically attatched at the hip.

Funny, cuz that's where Jeordie wanted him right now.

His body was buzzing from the show. Not all the cocaine in the world could drown the sound of the crowds out. Oh, they loved it. Absolutely ate it up. He couldn't remember when they had been like this last, so angry and righteous. Certainly not since 96, and that was over five years ago. He'd never felt this alive. Night after night, hearing his name screamed at him, adrenaline pumping like a drug as it suffused his body. So he sat there in his hazy stupor and remembered this one girl in the front row; She'd stared at him the whole time. Not moved. Not looking anywhere else. Smiling this little Mona Lisa smile. The way she'd danced, you'd think she was seeing a completely different show. He could tell her burning eyes were unnerving Brian, but when he’d looked up during "The Dope Show" she'd been gone. He never saw her again. They called her the Fire Woman, and they both vowed to look for her again. But now all he could remember were eyes. Dark and seductive, but that could've just been the light. They reminded him a lot of Brian’s eyes when he had his contacts out.

He was reaching under his dress, pulling at his tights, god, he was hard. Eyes. The Fire Woman’s....Brian’s...then mismatched ones as they slunk across the stage. Stalking him in their own private sex game.

"Ah" He whimpered, dragging his hand over himself. Oh yeah, this needed to be taken care of. He started rubbing. The throbbing was starting to really itch at him when the door all of sudden burst open.

"You are SUCH a slut; couldn't even wait fifteen minutes." Marilyn Manson slurred as he came in. His flat ironed hair, mismatched eyes and perfect makeup left no trace of the sweaty showman of just a half hour ago.

For some reason, he felt it necessary to walk around the halls without anything on but leather pants. It wasn't of course, but try convincing Brian of that.

"You're the one who teased me all fucking night." Jeordie tried to sound indignant, but it only came out as a blushing whimper.

"Like you didn't know I was coming. And I am coming. But where is the matter at hand." Every gravelly word out of Brian’s mouth sounded obscene. And it was. Manson came closer, and the mattress dipped as his knee dropped onto it. The bed was big, so Brian actually had to crawl to him.

Jeordie almost shrunk from Manson’s look. It was devouring. It was taking him over. A light pink tongue licked over black lips, and all of a sudden, he was on his back, with Manson straddling his lap. He took in a deep breath, the drugs swirling in his brain when suddely pain bloomed in his dick. He looked down only to find that Brian had dug his nails into the tender flesh, and his eyes teared up. His hands pressed against Brian’s chest.

"Brian that.....hurts!" Jeordie pleaded. It was unbelievable how quickly the pain spread. It was up in his stomach and down his thighs and he looked up at his best friend/lover with confused wide brown eyes, "Stop it....that fucking hurts!"

Manson smirked. He knew he was really hurting Jeordie, but couldn't help but love the look in his eyes. He wasn't pressing nearly as hard as he could have, but he didn't want Jeordie to be perminantly damaged. And he had to stop soon, he knew, or Jeordie wouldn't be able to keep an erection. He was already losing the one he had, and he was writhing under him, letting out sounds of immense pain. He released him,
immediately spit on his hand and rubbed the younger man’s dick. The sounds changed, became something else.

"Y-Yeesss....oh yes....ah, that feels good." Jeordie whimpered, and Brian grinned.

He knew rubbing out the pain would add to the pleasure. He used his other hand to push up his dress, until it was off him. They worked his tights down together, until his bassist was completely naked. Manson leaned down. Black met black, and a searing kiss began. Jeordie’s arms came up to put hands through black soft hair. Time stopped as Brian got up, retrieved something from his pocket, and looked back. It was a silk scarf. Jeordie smiled. He obediantly raised his arms up, and Manson smirked.

"Such a whore..." But now the accusation was light. Only laced with a tiny bit of malice as he came forward and looped the scarf around thebassist’s wrists and the bedpost. He tied it tight, but not too tight, and Twiggy writhed.

"You like this.....huh Brian?" Jeordie teased, bending his knees and raising his legs until his ass was bared and only his toes touched the blankets. Brian stared at the scene, heat crawling in his stomach and down, making his pants tight. There was something primal here that made it more enticing than any groupie that spread her legs for him; this was much different. He quickly shed his pants, and climbed atop of Jeordie, Fitting his hips into the cradle of the other’s. Manson trailed black lipstick down Jeordie’s chin and to his collarbone. Soon Brian was just as hard as Jeordie was; he let their cocks brush together, grinding. He ran his hands up to link with Twiggy’s, and two hands tipped with black nails joined.

Twiggy was stone cold sober in a heartbeat.

"Jeordie...." Brian whispered. He bit at his throat, and when Jeordie threw his legs around his waist, he knew foreplay was only going to last a bit longer. He'd never been the romantic type, but this was as close as he'd come in years. The connection between them was strong and it made Brian uneasy…

He wasn’t afraid of the authorities, nor the people who wanted him dead, but he was deadly afraid of what laid beneath him. He was scared of what this meant. He caught Jeordie’s eyes, felt moths in his stomach and swallowed hard.

He stared down, one brown eye burning with adoration and love, the other was sterilized white. He devoured Jeordie’s mouth, the black lips sucking the very kiss from his soul, as their tongues mated. There were wet sucking sounds and wet slapping sounds as lips sucked against lips, and hips forced against hips.

"Brian....Brian please." Jerodie begged, and Brian scratched his nails down Jeordie’s arms, to his back, leaving red lines behind in their wake, he eventually grabbed Twiggy’s hips where he held on. Rain began to splatter on the window. The power went out, shutting the radio off in one fell swoop. The dark was quickly replaced by the soft glow of the moon through curtains. The ambient lighting soothed the tight, hot tension between them.

They heard the rain.

"Twiggy....oh GOD....Twiggy...." Brian whispered into his ear with hot breaths, nipping his earlobe, then licking down his jawline. Jeordie was lost in the sensation, his breath quick and uneasy.

Brian had never gone down on him before, but there he was, trailing more lipstick down Jeordie’s front. He licked the younger Jeordie’s nipples, making him pant. He felt his cock twitching, as it was pressed firmly between their stomachs.

He rolled his head back into the pillows, his hair splayed all around his head like a black halo. Marilyn’s tongue slid over his navel and made him shiver. He spread his thighs and felt Marilyn’s fingers curl around his shaft, his lips touch the head of his cock.

"Brian…" Jeordie whimpered, the experience... different. The same as any blowjob, but different, somehow… More rugged, but more aware.

He panted heavily, saw out the window. Lightening flashed in the dark sky, making everything rumble a few seconds later. He sucked in air between his teeth, saw Mansons' head pull upward, the enforcement of tongue against the very bottom. He winced; Oh god, that feels fucking great… Don't blow in his mouth, don’t fucking blow in his mouth…

Twiggy spread his thighs further and Manson stroked his middle finger against his asshole. This was Marilyn sucking on him, making him squirm and groan and whimper… It was so much better than some faceless girl… Marilyn sucked hard at the head and it felt like it was pulling on his entire body. Every nerve tensed.

Jeordie was panting as the fingers around the base of his cock, wet from Brians' saliva, slid quickly between his thighs and pushed against his ass. His middle finger slid in first, then another. Brown met hazel and white, their eyes locked as Brian descended deeper on Jeordie’s cock.

Twiggy felt his muscles yield to those intruding digits. They slid, making him squirm, until they stroked his prostate. His eyes went wide and he arched back against the bed, his cock forcing against the back of Manson’s throat. He wanted to push his fingers into Manson’s hair, stroke his skull, but he was bound tight to the headboard.

"I-Im...I-Ohhhhh-I...III'm gonna....cuummm!" Jeordie choked, feeling that tell-tale tensing in his stomach. His white flesh gleamed in the poor light from the sweat; he was shivering, sweating, nipples erect and tinged pink. He panted heavily, turning his head against his shoulder as Brian slid his fingers out, gave him one more suck at the head before he left him throbbing and squirming... So fucking close.

Brian climbed up his body, pushing sweaty black hair out of his face.

Six years, that was how long this man had stood by him. He loved him just as much now as he did the first time he'd laid eyes on him. He would never admit that.

Not to anyone.

But with the lightening flashing and the drugs a subtle buzz in his skull, he let his head rest for a moment on Jeordie’s chest and listened to his thick heartbeat. He rested there for a moment. Jeordie seemed uneasy beneath him, so he crawled forward once more, kissed Jeordie’s throat, his chin, the corner of his mouth, then let their lips meet.

Their kisses left Jeordie panting for air. He reached over to the bed side table, found lube and crawled back, sitting back on Jeordie’s stomach as he popped it open. He squirted it all over Jeordie with a snicker. Jeordie gasped as Brian rubbed him. Taking both hands and spreading the gel down over his chest and thighs. He pushed Jeordie’s thighs open, and took his own cock in hand. Reaching up, he undid the scarf holding Jeordie’s hands, and Jeordie wrapped his thin arms around Brian’s neck, fingers curling in black hair.

Brian rubbed the head of his dick over Jeordie’s twitching entrance. He watched Jeordie’s eyes as he slowly pumped between Jeordie’s thighs, silently asking for permission. Jeordie looked confused. He'd never asked… only took, with relentless fingers and harsh words.

"F-Fuck me..." Jeordie gasped, panting as the head pushed effortlessly through the ring, then he nipped Jeordie’s throat, teased him, only feeding him an inch at a time. He looked at Jeordie and smirked.

"You want it?" Brian teased.

"YES!" Twiggy nearly screamed back, bucking his hips. Brian waited. And as if he’d possessed the ability to conjure electricity, the sky lit up and the ground rumbled as he’d push full hilt. Manson was grunting, panting, but brought their lips together in a crushing, bruising kiss as he pushed himself deep in Jeordie’s body.

Twiggy moaned and whimpered, already feeling his prostate swelling. He could almost feel it; the sensitive gland pulsing… Just a little harder… Just a little harder and he could feel it…

Brian pumped, and the rain picked up. It began to soak them, the bed, the curtains blowing all the way up to the ceiling. Jeordie wrapped his legs around Brian’s hips, ankles crossing as Manson pumped into him. There were loud sounds; animalistic sounds nearly drowned out by the hard rain. They both arched off the bed together, the lightning flickering over them, making both of Brian’s eyes white for a split second. Brian pumped, Jeordie cried out. Brian withdrew, Jeordie begged.

"Ohhh-oh GOD...BRIAN...oh Brian-don't fucking STOP. P-Pp-please....oh god...f...FUCK!!" Jeordie whimpered and cried out as Brian’s slick fingers slid between them and slid againg Jeordie’s cock. He encircled the hard flesh in his warm palm, and began to pump it. Twiggy grabbed Brian’s hips. They writhed and twisted. Breath became pants. Pants became groans.

"Fuck my fist, Twiggy… Oh fuck, baby....oh GOD Jeordie." Brian didn't stop either movement. It felt too good. Jeordie’s opening was tight and hot as hell around his hard cock. He wanted to come, but he didn’t it to be over. Jeordie writhed beneath him, thrusting weakly into his fist.

Faster. He went faster. His body demanded it. He watched Jeordie’s face, watched his eyes... Jeordie was in ecstacy… and all because of him.

Oh god yes. After he spent a few moments watching Jeordie fuck himself on his prick and simultaneously fucking his tight fist, he began to pump Jeordie’s cock again, the thumb rubbing in circles around the head.

The sensation made Jeordie’s thighs tense. There wasn't much more he could take. Brian ran his fingers over Jeordies face, his fingertips over soft, lipstick-smeared lips.

"Manson!” Choke. “-Brian!" Jeordie choked, his own cock encased in a slippery vice, "I'm coming!" He cried.

"Yes baby....oh GOD yes..come for me...now..NOW!" Brian ordered. He watched Jeordie’s face, watched every detail; The eyes rolling back in his head, features contorting. Its not like he hadn’t seen Jeordie’s sex face countless times… But there was something different here… Something raw and honest and passionate. Jeordie screamed Brian’s name and shot his load, arching up into Marilyn’s fist as pleasure flooded his entire body. Molten hot and sparking with light, he
spasmed against the dick in his body while his own cock shot thick, white, steaming hot ropes of semen against his chest. He came so hard he almost blacked out. Brian kept jerking him hard and fast, milking every drop from his cock. Jeordie felt the head become a focal point of flashing pain/pleasure.

"Ohhhh, FUCK!!" Brian grunted, re-mounting Jeordie and fucking him hard and fast.

A man who symbolized hate, death and evil to an entire nation and beyond; Marilyn Manson, a name everyone knew and some tended to whisper, a man so terrifying and unforgiving, was reduced to a shaking leaf in the wind as he pumped hard into the only person who seemed to understand… The only person who accepted him unconditionally…

Faster… faster! Rain kept coming as he started to. He dug his nails into Jeordie’s hips as he tightened up, all the way down to his paralyzed vocal chords, and with choking, halting sounds, He joined his lover in heaven as he shot his hot cum into Jeordie’s ass. He let out one sound of shuddering release and collapsed against Jeordie’s chest.

"I love you..." He grunted against Jeordie’s throat, completely unaware of his confession. Jeordie closed his eyes, and knew Manson would forget it tomorrow. He knew that these times were all they had. The times they were the slaves to their love...their unconventional love that existed in another world, where reality didn't disturb them and Brian wasn't afraid. Twiggy buried his face in Brian’s neck, and Brian rolled over, pulling out of him and collapsing onto his back, taking Jeordie with him, the dreaded mass of hair falling on his chest. He panted, rubbing Jeordie’s back, sleep not far.

"I love you too, Brian....." He whispered, only he meant it.

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Twiggy wasn't surprized to wake up alone. He opened his eyes to find only the sun coming through the curtains and warmth in his stomach. He glanced at the table across the room and laughed; there sat a dead rose and a bottle of Jack.

" You´re running with me
Don´t touch the ground
We´re restless hearted
Not the chained and bound
The sky is burning
A sea of flame
Though your world is changing
I will be the same
The storm is breaking
Or so it seems
We´re too young to reason
Too grown up to dream
Now spring is turning
Your face to mine
I can hear your laughter
I can see your smile
No I can´t escape
I´m a slave to love" - Brian Ferry (1985)
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