mObscene Ch. 03

"Manson! Open up! You know you can't just drag fans off, even if they are complete dumbasses!"

Jamie made a face at being called a dumbass, though he supposed that wasn't far from the truth for what he did. He groaned in frustration and leaned his head back against the door behind him when Manson pulled his lips away to yell back through the door.

"Go the fuck away!" Manson said very annoyed without moving from his spot, still pinning Jamie firmly against the door.

"God damnit! No! Now open this fucking door!" Tim demanded.

Manson felt like he could just scream from the sheer annoyance. He reluctantly backed away and let Jamie move away from the door. Jamie was rather disappointed that Tim hadn't done as Manson wanted and just left them alone. The door opened and in stepped Tim, first giving Manson a stony look before looking over at Jamie how had Manson's blood all over the front of his shirt by now.

"What the fuck did you do to him?!" Tim was starting to get really upset, thinking that it was Jamie's own blood that he was covered in. Jamie stood back a little ways from the door and just started at Tim, looking rather annoyed that the bassist was there. Though the dirty look that Jamie was giving went completely unnoticed by Tim. Jamie wanted to yell at Tim for interrupting like he did, but restrained himself from doing so since it was understandable why he would be upset.

Tim started to babble on and on about how much trouble Manson was going to get into for doing this, and how stupid he was. Manson just stared at him with a cocked eyebrow for a few moments, letting Tim babble on until half the things that he was going on about were no longer coherent or the least bit understandable. Jamie sighed, he was starting to think that Tim was never going to leave.

"TIM!!! Shut the fuck up!! It's not his blood! It's mine!" He yelled and pointed at his chest which was smeared in blood, though luckily had stopped bleeding now, probably because of the pressure put on it by pressing against Jamie.

"What...?" Tim blinked, his response being short and stupid. Jamie couldn't help but smirk slightly at the look on Tim's face; it was rather priceless, though he still wished that he would just go away. Manson rolled his eyes and walked over to Jamie, pulling his shirt up and ran his hand over the boy's smooth unharmed chest, causing Jamie to shiver delightfully at the contact.

"It's my fucking blood you dumb shit!" Manson pointed out.

By the newfound enlightened look on Tim's face, it was obvious that it had dawned on Tim that it wasn't Jamie's blood. His expression soon turned to one of shock as the realization of just how the blood had gotten there. He then remembered Jamie from the other night, which really only shocked him more. Manson hardly ever sought out men, and if he did it was strictly a one-time deal. Manson totally denied any assumptions made by the public that he was gay, or even bisexual. His excuse was that if he didn't have a relationship with a man, then he could fuck one all he wanted, and still be straight.

Tim didn't say another word about it, nodding his head before he wanted back out of the room wordlessly and closed the door. Jamie sighed when Tim finally left, "About fucking time..." He muttered softly under his breath, more so to himself than a comment to Manson. Jamie moved back over to the other man and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pressing himself closer against Manson and returned to the kiss that he was starving to feel again, kissing him needily.

Manson was about to respond to Jamie's comment with a derogatory comment of his own about Tim, but soon found his lips to busy kissing Jamie, and the words left him entirely, being replaced by a soft moan of pleasure and passion. He returned the gesture with vigor, his arms encircling the boy's waist underneath his trench coat as he pulled him close again, running his nails down the other's back sharply then letting his fingertips caress over the shallow marks, focusing on nothing else besides the boy in his arms.

Jamie trailed one of his hands onto the back of Manson's neck and twisted his fingers tightly in a lock of his hair as his other hand moved up to rest lightly on the other man's cheek, caressing his thumb back and forth there lightly. He let out a small whimper into the lips pressed against own as he felt sharp nails pressing into the wounds that were already on his back from his last encounter with Manson and the new ones. His body felt as though it were flaming with hot passion that ran through him from the mixture of pleasure and pain rushing throughout him. In the heat of the moment Jamie moved his hands onto the other's shoulders and pushed him up against the doorframe before jumping up into his arms and wrapping his legs tightly around the other's waist.

Manson gave a startled grunt as he was pushed back against the door, his eyes bolting open widely for less than a second from shock before Jamie jumped on him. He quickly moved his hands onto the boy's ass, supporting his weight as he ravished Jamie's mouth eagerly, diving deeply into him, completely relishing in the moments of intense passion. He thrusted his hips forward against Jamie's groaning out in pleasure at the sparks the wonderful contact caused to run through him. With ever gasp that he took, he felt as though he were exhaling every feeling that was going through him at the time into Jamie's mouth, and Jamie eagerly accepted that feeling and emotion, basking in it as though it were his source of life. "Fuck... I want you..." Was the first thing to leave Manson's lips as he broke the kiss, gasping out hotly for breath before moving his lips onto the boy's neck and digging his teeth into the skin there, making old marks more vibrant.

"Then take me..." Jamie responded in a low breathy tone of voice, almost gasping out for air needily. The way Manson expression his want for him, it turned Jamie on greatly, making his whole body shudder slightly as a chain reaction, loving the way that the words sounded coming from the rock star. He moaned softly and tilted his head fully to give the other prime access to the soft pale flesh of his neck for a moment before he moved his head down slightly to kiss over Manson's shoulder and down over his chest, lapping his tongue over the blood on the other's chest from his self inflicted wound and took a nipple between his lips to tug at it slightly.

Manson moaned out lowly from the slightly painful yet very pleasurable pain that was caused as Jamie ran his tongue over his chest, the small sound that drifted through the room soon turning into a sharp cry as his nipple was tweaked by the blonde's teeth, his back arching slightly as he reveled in the wonderful feeling. Soon Manson was gripping tightly to Jamie as he took small steps over towards the couch while Jamie ravished him in small adoring kisses all the way up his shoulder and attacking Manson's neck adoringly.

Jamie held onto Manson with one arm while the other moved to slip his coat off and let it fall down to the floor. With Manson's help he managed to remove his blood covered shirt as well, eagerly trying to remove his clothing, feeling as though there was far to much space in between them, feeling the need to be as close as possible. Manson sat Jamie down on the couch and started to undo the other's shorts and get them off of the boy while Jamie worked on getting himself out of his boots. Jamie shivered slightly and clutched closely to Manson once all of his clothing was off, and as quickly as he could, he tugged away at what little clothing that Manson still had on.

He blonde trailed his hand over the other's body gently caressing his finger over his flesh, his fingertips getting soaked in the blood the other man was covered in. Jamie repositioned himself so that he was resting against the armrest of the couch and pulled Manson over top of him, which the ebony haired man didn't object to, eagerly moving over Jamie and recapturing his lips in a hot and searing kiss. Jamie gasped out in response as he moved one hand down between the other's thighs and grasping his member into his hand, tender fingers working up and down on the hot flesh, causing Manson to gasp out heatedly into Jamie's mouth and thrusted his hips upwards into the attentive hand.

This kiss that they shared was so hot that Manson felt as though he really could melt as he pressed the other to the couch, setting in between his legs as he moved one of his own hands down Jamie's stomach then down to his rear, caressing one of the firm globes of flesh before moving a couple fingertips between them before thrusting them deeply into Jamie's body, finding his sweet spot almost immediately as he thrusted and rubbed against the other's length with his body.

Jamie tore his lips away with a blissful cry and clinged tightly to Manson, his hips rhythmical thrusting upwards into the attention given to his entrance and the wonderful feeling of hot flesh on flesh contact between their arousals. The blonde quickly moved to wrap his legs tightly around the other man's waist, pulling him as closely as he could as he rolled his hips up, and Manson rolled his hips back down in return, giving back to each needy thrust. Jamie felt as though he were losing everything to passion, his whole body was burning with it as he instinctively moved a hand onto Manson's wounded chest.

An almost strangled sounding cry emitted from Manson at the feeling of Jamie's fingers pressing against his chest. Immense pain flooded through his entire body, more than likely from the small shards of glass that were still embedded in the skin since he had used a wine bottle to cut himself. Jamie jerked slightly; he hadn't meant to hurt Manson with his reflexive move as he pressed his hand against Manson's chest. He was just about to jerk it back away, though instead he pressed it hard as Manson pressed into the touch instead of jerking away from it, the room filled with his painful screams that only made his pleasure all that much more. He felt an over whelming need to be inside the boy, like the pain that Jamie was driving him to it.

He wasted no time at all in removing his fingers from the other's body, causing Jamie to whimper at first, but that small sound was soon turned into a full out scream of bliss as Manson sheathed his cock into his willing body while Manson's own shriek like cry echoed along with Jamie's through the room. Jamie tightened his hold around the other, trying to pull him as closely as he could, and as deeply as possible. The hand that was on Manson's chest gripped to him even tighter, causing new dropped of blood to form in the wound.

If it were even possible, Manson cried out even louder at the feeling of nails causing sharp searing pain to flood through his body, igniting the sparks of pleasure into blazing passionate fires, a few tears reflexively willing in his eyes, which soon squeezed tightly shut and his face contorted into a blissful rage. He slipped a hand down between their bodies, grasping Jamie's length firmly in his warm hand, letting his thumb play over and caress the head as he began to forcefully pound into the other's body.

Jamie buried his head into the crook of the dark haired man's neck as he was taken so roughly, his whole frame quivering in delightful passion as he rolled his hips up, trying to pull in the thick shaft as much as he could, basking in the wonderful pleasures that were being given to him. The blonde let his hand move to toy with one of Manson's nipples as he kissed his way down the other's shoulder and downwards until he was upon the other's chest, soon lapping and kissing at the gash there, letting out a small whimper the a shard of glass broke the skin of his tongue, though he didn't stop because of it.

Manson arched and pressed his body even more into the wonderful sensations of Jamie's tongue and lips on him, basking in the gentle and soothing feeling of the warm wet mouth as he let it invade his every sense, practically drowning in the things that Jamie did to him. His hand began to stroke the boy's length more rapidly and fluidly in time with his motions. He could feel the pressure building up inside of him, burning at his every cell as his testicles tightened and he gave a low growl. He grasped one of Jamie's legs and lifted it up over one of his shoulders as he began to relentlessly thrust into the boy below him.

Jamie was too lost in bliss now. He could no longer concentrate enough to continue pleasuring and soothing his other's chest as he had to throw his head back with a beautiful cry, which didn't really matter anyways because Manson was already beyond the point of no return. The pounding into his sweet spot was almost more than he could even bare. He pressed his head into the arm of the couch, wrapping his arms firmly around his face as he clinched his teeth tightly as every muscle in his body tightened dramatically before breaking down into a spastic orgasm, trembling violently as wave and wave of pleasure washed over him and his thick sticky seed spurred out of him in long ropes.

No long after Manson simply couldn't hold back any longer as he thrust into Jamie's body a few last hard times, shuddering all over as his close to violent orgasm over took his whole being. He cried out from the intense pleasure, every inch of him shaking delightfully as he allowed himself to slump against the now breathless boy below him, letting Jamie's leg slide down as he melted into him and held him closely to himself as though trying to steady himself from falling.

Warm breath escaped from Jamie's lips and brushed over the hot flesh of Manson's shoulder, turning slightly so that he could rest his head at the nap of the other's neck, not even bothering to try to regain composure, feeling as though that were completely impossible at this point. He wrapped his arms around the taller man's shoulders, holding onto him closely, feeling as though whole world was spinning around him and there was nothing that he could, or even wanted to do to stop it.

A soft pleasurable sigh passed over Manson's lips as his orgasm tingled throughout his body. Every single time that he had sex with Jamie it just seemed to get better and better, the intensity and feelings seeming to build higher with every stroke, by every thrust and every touch, even down to the smallest glances and every single second. He breathed deeply, or at least he was trying to anyways as Jamie wrapped his arms around him like he did. He didn't listen to his better judgment and did the same, encircling the other and holding him close. Manson raised his head slightly as he held the boy, looking at him for a moment before placing a tender and soft kiss to his lips.

Jamie really hadn't expected for Manson to hold him in return, he had thought that the other would be ready to get up at any moment... and it would be over, and his house of cards would simply come crashing down to the ground. He couldn't of been happier when that wasn't what happened and Manson held onto him in return. Jamie had always been attracted to Manson on some level... though now that feeling was about a million times higher than he ever thought possible. He wanted to kick himself for thinking that way... knowing perfectly well what he was to Manson. He closed his eyes when Manson kissed him, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something to that, or if Manson was just simply teasing him. Either way, Jamie was eager to return the gesture, trying not to think about it too much since it was rather still yo to dwell on it. He could be perfectly content just like this.

Manson sighed and rolled over to the side of Jamie, pulling the boy with him and held him to his chest that was throbbing quite painfully. Though he didn't care about that. Right now he wanted to be close to Jamie, and that was just what he was going to do. He was feeling wiped out and completely exhausted, like he might pass out at any second, which was probably because of all the blood that he had close, combined with the amount of activity that he had just done, so all he could really do at the moment was lay there and try to catch his breath. Jamie glanced up at Manson for a moment. He realized that it must be pretty painful for him to be pressed against his chest like that, and wondered if the other would be alright, but it seemed like it was what Manson wanted so he didn't do or say anything to object, only huddling himself closer to the other and nuzzling against him slightly. Jamie smiled softly from his pleasurable buzz that he was now feeling, really glad that he had decided to come here now.

Manson was really dazed now from the build up of everything, lust, passion, the performance, blood loss, and numerous other thing as he just laid there, his finger tips lightly tracing over the small of Jamie's back for awhile. Before he even really realized it he started to off slightly, content in that moment of time, completely ignoring and pushing away, or at least not caring about the pulsing pain in his chest.

Jamie looked up a moment later, realizing that Manson had fallen asleep. He blinked softly as he simply watched the man happily. Though it wasn't long before a smirk formed over his lips at his ever-growing need. At first he simply brushed his fingertips over the other man's shoulder to see if touching him would wake up. When it didn't, Jamie just couldn't resist himself from moving one of his hands up to Manson's face, and tracing his one of his fingers of the smooth place where an eyebrow was supposed to be. He had to bit down on his bottom lip to keep from giggling and waking the other up.

Unfortunately Manson's contented feeling was short lived as he was abruptly awoken from his light sleep by a knock at the door. Jamie's heart almost jumped up into his throat and he quickly moved his hand away and closed his eyes, pretending like he was asleep.

"Manson... You still in there?" Pogo, hid keyboardist and long time friend's melancholy voice came from the other side of the door.

"No. Go away." Manson responded as he sighed and held Jamie a little bit tighter.

"Are you going to the party or not?"

Manson thought about it for a few moments before he answered very simply. "No." He was too tired and had lost too much blood. Jamie listened silently.... Jamie thought that getting to go to a Marilyn Manson party would be really awesome, though he supposed that Manson wasn't really in any kind of condition, and if he went on the tour, there would be plenty of other parties, he was kind of tired himself.

"Okay, well I'll let them know, and will see you on the bus." Pogo's retreating footsteps could just barely be heard. Manson sighed happily as Pogo left. He was glad that it had been the keyboardist instead of someone else, such as 5, who would have ragged him into going. He was just to tired, and content with lying there. After a few very long moments of just laying there, Manson opened his eyes, a small uncomfortable painful groan leaving him as he nudged Jamie slightly to try to wake him. "Jamie... Jamie, wake up."

Of course, it didn't take much to get Jamie to open his eyes since he hadn't really been asleep. He shifted slightly so that Manson would have a little bit more room, and hopefully be more comfortable. It was unfortunate for Jamie that he hadn't had as much room to move as he had thought that he did, and not so gracefully ended up in the floor. "Ow.." He made a slight face as he picked himself up, his dignity hurting more than anything else as Manson snickered at him.

Manson shook his head slightly in amusement as he sat up, wincing slightly, "Let's go take a shower." Manson's karma soon came back to kick him in the ass as he started towards the bathroom, only making it about to steps before he stumbled, ending up falling down to the floor himself with a thud and cursing under his breath. He made a pained face as he got back up using the help of his make-up counter and began to stagger off to the bathroom.