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Blue	By : Obsolescence Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 1059 -:- 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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Genre: Fluff/Smut
Time: Eat Me, Drink Me
Word count: 1762
Pairing(s): Pogo/Tim
Characters: Pogo, Tim
Warnings/Spoilers: None.
Summary: I'll have a blue Christmas, without you.
Author Notes: Every review you give will go to the change the way Manson fan fiction is written fund. Thank you for your support and donation.

Also, this story was written as my own Christmas gift to myself. So it's late on here but was actully written on the 23rd. Though because procrastinated, I can guarantee that there are some serious issues with this story.

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I yawned as I put the final lights on the tree, I barely made it back in time for the holiday. But I thought I’d break in my new house with a mediocre celebration of Christmas. Just me, a tree, and some wine. At least my tree made me smile, unlike the lonely celebration.

I walked to my kitchen, and grabbed the bottle of wine and a glass. Pouring myself a drink watching the lights flicker and dance on the strands. I yawned again. It was late I should sleep. I knew I wouldn’t, just enjoy my wine and watch the lights of Christmas. Maybe I should eat something before I go and finish this bottle of wine.

I decided against it. I hoped the wine would help me sleep. Then I could enjoy taking down the tree I just put up. Maybe I’d wait until before I left for tour. Something about the tree made me happy. Though I wasn’t exactly the biggest holiday celebrator.

Maybe it reminded me of better times. I wasn’t sure but it made the black cloud that had been looming over me for the past month stop raining on me. I wasn’t going to bitch about having my spirit lifted.

Before I could really notice I had drained the bottle of wine, and my head was buzzing delightfully. I thought about stumbling to the kitchen and pulling the vodka out of my freezer. To finish off the night with a bang. I stood up and stumbled toward the kitchen. Hearing the vodka call my name. I grabbed the bottle out of the freezer and started to look for a glass. Giving up quickly. I headed back to the couch and sat. Drinking the vodka straight out of the bottle.

I was almost happy to live alone, for all I knew I would breakout into old Swedish carols, that reminded me of being a kid. As it stood I just drank and looked at the lights blinking around the Christmas tree. I thought I should leave out some porridge so Jultomten may leave me a gift.

Then again I wasn’t six anymore. I knew I wasn’t going to wake up with a gift under my tree, unless my cat or dog decided to bring in a dead animal. I almost missed the Christmas that lasted until Easter, sure we went to church a lot, but I always got awesome gifts. And I believed in a lot of things then that I now scoff at.

I stumbled off the couch setting down my bottle. Looking through drawers I came across a candle and a holder. Pulling up the blinds and pulling back the curtains. I set it in the window and lit it.

“Tomte, you should bring me something.”

I walked back to the couch and grabbed my bottle. Taking a drink, then walking back to the kitchen to put it back in the freezer. I decided I would go to bed. But if I was going to be traditional. I should leave something out. I don’t have any porridge. Oatmeal will do, I’m sure he’s not picky.

After two minutes passed I had instant oatmeal, thanking Quaker as I walked with it to the candle.

Again I yawned then walked to my bedroom to actually get some sleep.

The sun was rising right into my eyes. I growled in my drunken haze I forgot to close the curtains in my bedroom. I was not happy to be woken up at the crack of dawn, after going to bed only a few hours prior. I yawned and decided I might as well get out of bed and make sure my house wasn’t going to burn down.

I opened my bedroom door and walked out to the candle and the bowl of oatmeal I left out. I might as well clean that up as well. Sometimes I wondered if I was suffering from Peter Pan syndrome.

The candle had burned down then out. Only some wax on my window sill was left, but no scorch marks, no fire. I grabbed the bowl, only to find it was empty. I blinked at it. Either, someone broke into my house to eat oatmeal, or I ate it in my sleep.

I looked over at my tree, I had also left the lights on. I went to go and turn them off. When I noticed something fuzzy and brown on the other side of the tree. I lifted the bowl to use it as a weapon. When I rounded the tree the tag on the fuzzy brown thing caught my eye.

‘To: Tim, From: Pogo’

I blinked at the tag then got down on my knees and looked at it. Catching the sleeping face of Pogo under the fuzzy brown fabric I now recognized as a bear. I smiled and let the few tears of happiness escape my eyes. Before I decided to wake him up.

I stood up taking a few steps back before I decided to speak.

“I see Tomten brought me something.” His head slowly moved up, showing me I had woke him up. “But what am I supposed to do with it?” He smiled and lifted an arm up. I about jumped on him for being way too cute. “I was hoping he’d bring me someone for Christmas not a toy. But he did, now the question is what am I going to do with this toy?”

His smile got wider. I knew what he was think about. I rolled my eyes. “I guess I’ll put it on my bed. But looks like I’ll have to masturbate for the rest of the holiday season. And I’ll make sure that the bear doesn’t watch.” His face went to a pout.

“You make Pogo a sad bear.” I must have leaped at him or ran quickly because I landed on his chest and my arms around him.

“This has to be the best gift I ever received.”

“Pogo is a happy bear now.” I looked up at him and scooted up to kiss him.

“Can I get you out of that bear suit and under my blankets.”

“That was sort of the plan.”I smiled at him and stood up helping my bear suit clad lover up off the floor. I pulled him to my bedroom I kissed him again forcing him against the bed. My tongue met with his lips and soon enough he let his lips open and let me deepen the kiss.

He pushed me away lightly, a smile on his face.

“I have to get the suit off.” I laughed.

“Good. I’m not into having sex with bears.” He giggled as he unzipped the outfit and then kicked it to the ground. I tried not to drool at him considering he was wearing nothing under that suit.

I climbed back on top of him once the suit was disposed of and continued to kiss him. His hands wrapped around my back and with fluid motions pulled up my shirt. It was all I was wearing and he seemed to know that. I broke the kiss to pull off my shirt. Again his lips met with mine. We could have kissed for hours but it didn’t matter much to me just as long as he did up and leave.

He rolled me off of him, and pushed at my hip telling me to break the kiss and roll over. I complied to his request and rolled myself over. His lips landed on my shoulder and on my neck. As his hips scooted to touch my ass.

I moaned and arched my back as his breath hit that one spot on my neck. One arm wrapped around my neck and the other positioned his cock to push inside of me. I bit my lip in anticipation.

Then in a slow moment. He pushed inside of me, and a slow breath came form between his lips. His hand found it’s place on my hip. Using it to slowly push me forward. I moaned from behind my bitten lip.

The sex was slow, something neither of us was accustomed too. I fidgeted then pushed back against him and pulled forward attempting to tell him to go faster. Not trusting my voice to do the request justice.

He understood and started to thrust harder into me. I moaned as his soft growls assaulted that damn spot on my neck. His hips met up with my body harder, I reached down to clutch onto his hand. He pushed deeper inside of me, I always wish for the sex to last forever, but I know it won’t and god my sex deprivation over the tour was taking it’s toll. I was close and we hadn’t even really started.

His hand moved out from under mine and wrapped around the shaft of my cock, pumping it. I groaned muttering some obscenity. I tired to tell him I wasn’t far off from my orgasm, but he seemed to ignore it and fucked me with the same amount of force as before.

My lip was quivering as I tried my damndest to hold back the inevitable orgasm. He nuzzled my shoulder and the kissed it. I closed my eyes. Feeling the pressure in the pit of my stomach, as it sent white hot heat around my body. Lights flickered before my eyes, I couldn’t hold on any longer. I lurched forward and came into his hand.

His hips continued to thrust in and out of my, but his hand let go of my oversensitive cock. Once again finding it’s place on my hip as his growls started to get louder. I couldn’t really handle this after the major lack of sex I had for eight months. I was shaking as his hands gripped tighter on my hip. He was close, and lord I might have been again if my body would have allowed.

He let out a grunt as he buried himself deeper inside of me. I pushed back as I could feel his orgasm drain out inside me. He was panting as he relaxed his body and started to pull away. I quickly reached back to him and then turned to look at him.

“Don’t go.” He smiled.

“Okay Tim.” We laid there for awhile catching our breath. I snuggled against him, Making him moan softly. I looked back at him.

“You know Pogo, you should have come tomorrow. It’s St.Stephen's day.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and I hope you know, in Sweden Christmas lasts until Easter, so you better stay.”

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