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Pasty White Ass	By : twiggysrabies Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 1510 -:- 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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Title: Pasty White Ass

By: Twiggysrabies

Summary: John 5/ Twiggy Ramirez wasting time.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Slash.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the members of this story, nor is it true to any real event.

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“Aww..c-come on...s-stop it...” Twiggy panted, squirming helplessly.

“Mmm...no. You taste too good for that kind of nonsense,” John 5 murmured into the crook of Twiggy’s neck.

Twiggy squirmed again, trying to push the other man off him, “Come on...M-Manson is gonna find out...”

“Don’t give a rat’s ass...” John grinned, flicking his tongue at Twiggy’s earlobe, nibbling gently.

“Nnngghh...come on...stop it...P-Pogo’s fucking watching...” Twiggy begged, looking over John’s shoulder into the body of the bus. He could see Pogo grinning insanely, his grey eyes boring holes into John’s back.

“God, Twiggy! Get the fuck over it! You’re the one always fucking flashing everyone. How’m I s’posed to react when I’m horny as fuck and you’re prancing around with your goddamned dick hanging out?!” John huffed, irritated, and continued, "And everyone knows you'll fuck anything on two legs...hell, you'd probably fuck anything on four legs too," John finished, adding insult to injury. Twiggy blinked and swallowed hard, his feelings taking a sharp blow. He pushed John off him roughly and turned his back, pulling his comforter up and leaning against the wall.

“Damn Johnnie...you’ve done it now - even Twiggy won’t fuck you after that kind of comment,” Pogo remarked, sighing and shutting off his bunk light. He pulled the curtain shut, convinced the night’s activities had come to a close.

Twiggy waited a few minutes trying to make sure Pogo was asleep - or at least not watching. He grinned to himself as he felt John’s arms snake around his waist. John’s breath, warm and sweet against Twiggy’s neck, “Mmm...good acting.”

Twiggy giggled, leaning his slight body back into John’s embrace, “Me? You’re the good actor...and I don’t fuck anything on more than two legs,” Twiggy pouted, turning his head, trying to look at John.

“You’re so damn cute,” John smirked, nibbling at Twiggy’s earlobe once more.

Twiggy squirmed, “Come on, if we’re gonna do this, we gotta get it done before M-Manson and Ginger get back...”

“Ah, calm down...you know they won’t be back tonight, and if they are,” here John paused, chewing on his lip, thinking for a moment, “Well, if they are...they can kiss my pasty white ass. I’m free to fuck whomever I damn well please,” John growled, quite uncharacteristically.

“Ahhnn....” Twiggy’s reply faded into a small sound of pleasure as John’s mouth found that small spot behind his ear. The small spot that made Twiggy feel just right.

“You like that?” John murmured, his hot breath tickling Twiggy’s neck, the fine hairs on his arms standing on edge.

“Y-yes,” Twiggy shivered, shifting.

“Mmm...think you’re ready? Hot enough for me, yet?”

Twiggy moaned in response, pressing back into John again, squirming against John’s own excitement. John ran his fingers down the front of Twiggy's dress, slipping easily along the silk of the stockings hiding covertly beneath.

Twiggy groaned, pushing up into John’s touch, needy and tortured, “John, just fucking get to it...I need you so damn bad.”

John grinned, licking at Twiggy’s neck. He was determined to make this last as long as he possibly could. “I want you clawing at the fucking walls before I’m even inside you,” John purred.

Twiggy shivered, sighing softly as he felt John’s talented hands slip up to caress his stomach. “Get the clothes off at least...please,” Twiggy begged.

John kissed the back of Twiggy’s neck, nibbling softly. His hands gripped the hem of Twiggy’s dress, pulling it up slowly, his fingers trailing deliberately slowly over Twiggy’s skin. As he lifted the dress higher, he started shifting so he could face Twiggy. He straddled Twiggy's thighs, and pull the pink dress up over Twiggy's head; the long dark messy braids falling back down, severely contrasting with the milky paleness of his skin. Twiggy shivered, clothed only in the white silk stockings and panties. “J-John...”

“Shh...don’t ruin the perfection with your voice.”

Twiggy huffed, pouting, “You’re so mean to me!”

John groaned, “That’s it. You’ve killed the-” John was cut off as Twiggy’s full lips crushed his own, the sweet wetness of Twiggy’s tongue invading John’s mouth. John twirled a finger into Twiggy’s hair, pulling.

Twiggy gasped, opening his eyes in surprise, “What’re you doing? Why are you stopping me?”

John raised his (nonexistent) eyebrow, “Who said you were in charge? I’m calling the shots tonight.”

“Oooh, Mr. Lowery...who ever thought you could be so hot?”

John smiled, pushing Twiggy back, “Mmm...well, apparently you do.” John said, his hand slipping over the silky bulge in Twiggy’s panties.

Twiggy gasped, his eyes closing, “Y-yeah...you’re right...I do.”

John grinned and whispered, “Shut up,” just before letting his tongue slide over Twiggy’s lips. Twiggy opened his mouth slightly, letting his tongue dart between his lips to flirt with John’s tongue. They kissed feverishly, as Twiggy fumbled with John’s clothes. John pulled back long enough to remove his shirt, “Goddamn. I’m not going easy on you tonight, Twiggy,” John panted, his voice rough and low.

Twiggy whimpered, “Don’t...I need to get fucked...really well.”

John pulled Twiggy’s panties off, grinning. Twiggy squirmed uncomfortably, suddenly shy. John’s hand lingered over Twiggy’s thighs, his fingers teasing the delicate flesh. Twiggy reached up, his hands curling into John’s hair, pulling him close for a kiss. John’s hands found Twiggy’s ass, squeezing gently, kissing him hungrily. Twiggy ran his hands over John’s chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos. John ran his hands over the slight curve of Twiggy’s ass, pulling him closer, Twiggy’s hardness pulsing against John’s stomach. Twiggy moaned softly, watching John with wide eyes. He loved the way John teased him mercilessly, making him squirm helplessly. John pulled away from Twiggy suddenly, tugging at his pants, “Fuck, I hope you’re ready ‘cause I need you.” John finally got his pants off. He was watching Twiggy, who was now clad in only his thigh-high white silk stockings. John grinned, leaning down and tugging at a stocking with his teeth. He managed to pull both of them off in this almost ridiculous manner.

Twiggy groaned as he felt John’s warm, wet mouth on his inner thigh, licking and nibbling. “Ah, fuck...you’re killing me here, John.”

John pulled his mouth away from the delicious heat of Twiggy’s thigh and looked up, “Listen, you’re not going to die from a little stimulation.”

Twiggy groaned again, “Fuck you...no...better yet, fuck ME."

John grinned, “I love it when you get catty.” He ran his hands over Twiggy’s thighs, slowly pushing his legs apart. When he got Twiggy’s legs where he wanted them, he reached down with one hand, stroking Twiggy’s cock. His hand moved slowly and firmly. John was even more turned on by the throbbing heat in his hand than by the entire incident thus far. He reached under the pillow Twiggy’s head was resting on, to pull out the cold container of lube. Twiggy watched, panting as John poured some into his hand. John let it warm just a little in his hand and slid it slowly over his own dick, letting the warm slipperiness of his hand excite him even more. John leaned down again, spreading Twiggy’s legs further, rubbing a finger slickly over his entrance. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Twiggy. He slowly pushed his slippery finger into Twiggy, kissing his stomach softly. Twiggy squirmed; he was always uncomfortable at the beginning. He writhed under John, waiting eagerly for the next part.

John pushed another finger in slowly, trying to accustom Twiggy’s body. John knew Twiggy hated this part, hated waiting for the real thing. Finally after what seemed like forever to Twiggy, John removed his fingers and positioned himself carefully. Twiggy leaned up a little, kissing John softly, spreading his legs just a little more. John pushed into Twiggy slowly, restraining the urge to just pound Twiggy into the mattress. He thrust slowly at first, growing steadily more frantic. Twiggy clawed at John’s back, whimpering and arching his own back, hooking a leg around the back of John’s thigh, “Ugh! Fuck! J-John!”

John moaned, deep and low in his throat, pushing deeper and harder into Twiggy.

Twiggy was squealing, bucking his hips with each thrust, "A-ah!!" Twiggy shuddered violently as he came messily. John groaned softly as he felt the warm wetness of Twiggy's orgasm splash over his stomach. He thrust harder, grunting, bringing on his own orgasm. Twiggy whimpered softly, loving the feel of the hot spray inside him. He watched as John pulled out of him slowly, his body gone slack.

“Jesus, that was great,” John murmured softly, collapsing next to Twiggy. Twiggy nodded, though he knew John couldn’t see him. He curled up next to John, resting his head on the blonde man’s chest. He listened to the beat of John’s heart, slowly calming. Twiggy smiled as he realised John was already sleeping. He snuggled close, closing his own eyes and falling into a deep sleep, full of dreams.
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