Date: Thu, 12 Aug 1999 18:13:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Randy Seigel <rseigel@yahoo.com>
Subject: Man(son) of my Dreams 7

Hey everybody! Here it is part 7 of Man(son) of my Dreams. And there is
actually some sex in this one. My editor loved that part. Poor girl has
never edited gay sex before. But she learned quick. Thanks sweetie. Well
hope you guys enjoy this part. E-mail me at randyseigel@hotmail.com with
any comments. Flames will be replied to accordingly. For anyone who wants
more of the non-boy band related stories, check out KoRnS big day
out. Toodles!

Disclaimer: This is a story and nothing more. It in now way implies that
Marilyn Manson, MW Gacy, or John 5, or anyone else mentioned in the story
are really gay. It also is not following any real time with his tour or his
real life marriage to Rose McGowan, so like I said before we are
pretending. So lets click our heels three times and read on.



Man(son) of my Dreams part 7



Back in the conference room.

	"Ginger what the fuck are you doing to me?" Marilyn stood up,
towering over Ginger who was just sitting calmly in his chair.

	"I'm not doing anything to you. If I am doing anything, it's being
your friend Brian."
	
	Marilyn turned to face him. He grabbed Ginger's shirt and looked
right in his eyes. "Don't call me Brian." Marilyn let him go and sat back
down.

	"Fine Mr. Manson." Ginger shot back at him. Twiggy began to cough
and gag, interrupting the tension between Marilyn and Ginger. John grabbed
a trashcan and shoved it under Twiggy's face. He began to throw up again.

	"So there's a problem with the opening act?" MW tried to get them
back onto the topic at hand.

	Ginger straightened his shirt and nodded. "Yeah, they split on
us. So we have no opening act. Turns out that's part of what Trent's
meeting today was about. They want us to tour with Trent again."

	"No we can't tour with Trent. I won't fucking tour with Nine Inch
Nails again!" Twiggy sat up and added his two cents before returning to his
trashcan.

	MW nodded. "I agree with Twiggy. We can't tour with Nine Inch
Nails. It would be too messy."

	John just shrugged. "I've never toured with them. You guys
have. But I don't think it would be good to try another dual headlining
tour. I wouldn't want the same thing happening that happened with Hole."

	All the guys, except Twiggy turned to look at Marilyn. He looked
down at the table and began to twist his hands together.

	"I agree. We can't tour with Nine Inch Nails again. It wouldn't
work at all." They all let out a sigh of relief.

	"Good, now lets go over the list of names the label sent us."



	In the Hallway

	
	I found myself wandering the halls, totally lost and confused. I
took a wrong turn while walking back to the living room. I had ended up in
this dark hallway with no lights in it. Every time I passed a door, there
was a candle next to it, but nothing to light them with. I searched my
pockets and found my lighter there. I grabbed one of the candles and lit
it. I was standing in front of a red door with a lock on it. Intrigued, I
took out the key Marilyn gave me and opened it.

	I don't know what I was expecting when I opened the door, but what
I found was shocking. The room was all red, the light, the walls, the
carpet, even the furniture. There were shelves lining one of the walls. I
moved closer to them to try and figure out what was on them. When I saw I
jumped back, almost dropping my candle. All kinds of dolls were lined
up. None of them had been spared. I picked up one and looked at it. The
doll's eyes had been torn out and the hair had clumps missing. The face was
grotesque, all twisted and malformed. I put it back on the shelf and looked
around the rest of the room. A painting was on another wall, above a red
bed. I looked at the painting, a watercolor, of a two-headed man. I
recognized it as one of Marilyn's. I began to feel like I was being watched
and started to sweat. I backed out of the room and locked the door again.





	Back in the conference room

	"No, I don't want them. I don't think they would do anything for
the tour." Ginger glared at MW, who was the lone holdout.

	"What's wrong with Orgy?" Ginger asked him.

	"I don't think it's a good idea. They are directly linked to Korn
and I thought we agreed a while ago not to deal with anyone from the Korn
camp."
	
	"Yeah but Orgy is not Korn. They are a seperate band."

	"Yeah a seperate band on Korn's personal label." MW shot back at
Ginger.

	John, Marilyn and Twiggy just sat back and watched as the other two
argued.

	Finally Marilyn jumped in. "Forget Orgy okay. Let me call
Rob. Maybe I can convince him to tour with us. Do we all agree with that?"

	Twiggy gave him a strange look. "You want to tour with the Zombie
even with your past together."

	"Rob and I are cool. We were just in it for the sex. Besides he's
with that dancer of his. You know the one who dances naked onstage. But he
did tour with Korn last year on the Family Values tour."

	Ginger nodded. "If you can get Rob go for it. I think he'd be great
to tour with despite the Korn connection. I'd have someone to play Nintendo
with." Twiggy grinned happily.

	Everyone readily agreed to trying to add Rob Zombie to the
tour. Ginger picked up one phone and called the label while Marilyn dialed
Rob on the other.

<Ginger> We are not going to tour with Nine Inch Nails. Tell Trent we are
sorry, but it's not best for us. Right now Mr. Manson is on another line
with our first choice. Nope none of the names you gave us were agreed
upon. We are going outside Nothing and talking to Rob Zombie.

<Marilyn> Hey Rob, what's up man? It's Marilyn. Same old same old here. Hey
what are you doing for the next few months? You and guys up for some more
fun and antics? How about joining us on tour? Our opening act pulled out
and your name was the only one we could agree upon. Fucking A, you will
great! Okay, I got your word on that right. We'll have our people get in
touch with your people with details. I owe you big man. Thanks.

<Ginger> Yes, Rob Zombie agreed. Now it's up to you guys to finish all the
details with his people. Call us when you have the paperwork.


	
	In front of the Playroom door

	I finally found something I recognized. It was the playroom, where
Marilyn had locked Rose yesterday. Despite what I found in the other rooms
I had looked in, I wanted to see the playroom. So far I had found the red
room, the white room, and the blue room. The white room was the scariest by
far. There was nothing in it but a pure white rug in the middle of the
floor. You couldn't tell where you were or how to get out. There were no
windows and the door was practically invisible.

	I read the warning on the playroom door before opening it:
'Twiggy's playroom. All other's beware." I decided to go for it. It
couldn't be worse then the other rooms. I flipped on the light and began to
laugh. An old worn couch was in the middle of the room. Sitting in front of
it was a TV and a VCR. Scattered around were videogames and movies. On the
wall were posters of Kiss, David Bowie, and Alice Cooper. I walked over to
the couch and sat down. I sunk in and picked up a controller. So Twiggy
played Nintendo. I turned on the TV and pressed play on the game. Turns out
Twiggy was in the middle of a game of Zelda for N64. I turned it back off
and looked at some of the movies. He had good taste. The first three I
picked up were 'Doom Generation', 'Velvet Goldmine', and 'Clerks.' I looked
at my watch and realized I had to go check my mail soon. I got up and left
the playroom. I locked the door behind me and headed down the hall.



	Back in the conference room

	"So Rev, how did you manage to convince Rob to tour with us? I
thought he was done for a while."

	"Got me. All I did was ask." They began to laugh.

	Twiggy pulled out a joint from somewhere. "Care to celebrate
gentlemen?"

	MW clapped his hands in glee. "Light it up my good man."

	John looked at him with dismay. "Just one little joint okay baby. I
promise I won't do anymore today."

	John nodded and got up. He went to the fridge and pulled out an
orange juice. He sniffed the bottle and took a small sip. "Twiggy, have you
done anything to this yet?"

	Twiggy shook his head. "Here you go Pogo." He passed the joint to
MW who took a drag and passed it to Marilyn. "Nah, I'll pass." He handed it
to Ginger who took it readily.

	"Is this because of Mikel?" Twiggy looked at him with his eyes
narrowed.

	"No, I just don't want any right now." Marilyn said unconvincingly.

	"I don't believe you for one minute. Since when have you ever
changed anything about your drug habits for anyone your dating. You didn't
even do that when you were with Kevin."

	"I don't know Twiggy. I'm not sure what I feel right now. I don't
want to screw this up though. This one is special. I told you that
earlier. And I did slow down when I was with Kevin thank you very much."

	The other guys just watched the two of them. John moved behind MW
and put his arms around him.



	In the living room

	I was reading my mail, well skimming it really. It was mostly junk,
a couple important e-mails. One from my mother and another from my cousin
Maria. My mom's e-mail was the usual. Telling me how things were at
home. She also told me more about the shower and the details. They weren't
having it at the house in Houston, instead it was going to be at the house
in Avalon NJ. I sighed out loud. I didn't want to travel to Jersey. Going
back to Houston was bad enough. I guess they were having so many people
they needed to use the biggest house. But why not use the one in
Seattle. That was by far the biggest. Oh well. She told me again that I
needed to bring a date and not to worry about anyone coming. They had all
been told to be good towards me and my date. She also let me know how
Allison was doing. I needed to call to talk to her anyway, so I was glad to
find out she was going to be home for a few days.

	Maria's e-mail was asking to borrow the car again. Jose was leaving
town for a few days on business and taking their car with him. She had an
important meeting with some prospective clients and needed a car. She
promised up and down that she would take good care of it. I knew she would,
which is why I didn't mind loaning it to her.

	I closed my e-mail and heading to my website. I had just uploaded
some more stuff yesterday and I needed to check on it. As usual everything
was fine. I surfed on over to my sister Pam's page to see how she was
doing. I read a bit about how the pregnancy was going and her job. I
dropped her a quick line telling her I love her and I'd see her soon. I
followed her link to my parents page. Their's was partially about work and
also personal. I checked out some of the newest pictures of them. I also
hopped over to their page for Allison. She was fifteen now and looked
beautiful. She was going to be a heart-breaker. She looked just like her
mother. I had lost track of time while looking at pictures of Allison.

	"Hey beautiful, what are you doing?" I felt Marilyn's arms around
me. I quickly closed my browser window and turned towards him.

	"Nothing really. Just checking out some of my family's
webpages. Keeping up on stuff you know." He sat next to me.

	"Your whole family has webpages?" I nodded. "We are all scattered
all over the world, so my parents came up with the idea to have
webpages. We all update at least once a day. It has really helped alot with
keeping in touch."

	"Can I see some?" "I guess so. Whose do you want to see?" "You
chose."

	I logged back on and pulled up my Aunt Joey's page. Joey was in
Venezula right now and she had alot of pictures up of the area she lived
in. Using her links, I surfed over to my cousin Pedro and his wife Tina's
page. From there I went to Aunt Rebecca's page. Marilyn was enthralled with
my family. I took him around to my extended family for awhile.

	"Why won't you go to your immediate family's pages." I knew he was
going to ask that question.

	"I'd rather have you meet them in person. So how about it?" "What?"

	I closed my laptop. "My sister Pam is expecting twins soon and my
mother is throwing a huge shower/birthday party for her in a few
weeks. Will you go with me? I have to bring a date and I can't think of
anyone I would want with me more then you."

	I crossed my fingers as he thought about it. "Okay, I'll go with
you. Where is it?"
	"Avalon, New Jersey."

	"What?!" "My parents have a huge house down there. I guess since
it's the summer they thought the beach house would be a good idea."

	Marilyn sighed deeply and nodded. "I guess that's why. I thought
they lived closer that's all. I still will go with you."

	"Great!" I hugged him tightly to me. "Thank you so much
Marilyn. This means alot to me."

	He hugged me back, but he felt faraway to me. I pulled back and
looked at him. He gave me a half-hearted smile.

	"So your meetings over?" He nodded. "The guys are in the conference
room getting stoned, well except for John that is."

	"I noticed that last night. He didn't do anything or drink any
alcohol either. What's up with that?"

	"John doesn't drink and very, very rarely does any drugs. I think
I've seen him smoke pot twice in the years I've known him and he's never
done anything harder. He's a very good influence on MW, who if let to run
free would be just like Twiggy is, maybe worse."

	"What about you? Does anyone curb your drinking or drugging?"

	Marilyn shook his head. "Not anymore. The band members did for a
bit after Anthony, but I learned my lesson there. If I am doing something,
I don't overdo it. I still miss being able to dose myself into oblivion. I
loved not feeling anything. My drug habit was picking up again while I was
with Rose, but that was also because she did alot herself."

	I nodded, still not feeling good about this. I wanted to know the
full extent of his drug habit.

	"How often do you take drugs now?"

	He narrowed his eyes at me. "I can see where this is going Mikel
and I don't want to go there. This is still my life, even though I want you
to be a part of it from now on."

	"Really? You want me to be a part of your life?" I was kind of
suprised. I figured he wasn't really serious about this. I decided to drop
the drug issue for now and focus on what he had just said.

	Marilyn took my hand in his. "Your a very special person Mikel and
I would like to be able to say that you are my boyfriend. So can I say
that? Will you be mine?"

	My head was spinning. It had been a crazy 24 hours. First I find
out that the party I am working is for Marilyn Manson. Then he walks in on
me in the bathroom and befriends me. I get introduced to the guys and find
out MW, John 5, and Marilyn Manson are gay. As if that wasn't enough, he
asks me out. I find out that my ex-boyfriend has left me more money then I
have seen in years. I almost have sex with Marilyn Manson and end up
sleeping in his bed with him. I learn he not only knows my work but loves
it. I helped Marilyn rouse Twiggy after he snorted heroin and now, Marilyn
Manson says he wants to be my boyfriend! Could I be having a more surreal
day? If this is a dream, I might as well continue on and say yes.

	"Yes Marilyn. I would love to be yours and have you be mine."

	I pulled him to me and kissed him softly on the lips. He licked my
lower lip with his tongue, tracing my mouth. I grabbed his tongue with my
lips and sucked on it. He began to explore my mouth as soon as I let go. He
ran his tongue along the roof of my mouth, tickling me lightly. He sucked
on my lip feverishly. I could feel his rising passion as the kiss began to
become more frantic. I returned the kiss with just as much passion, wanting
to taste as much of him as possible. My hands began to run along his back,
pulling him closer to me. His arms encircled my waist and he lifted me up,
still kissing me. I pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. They stared
back at me with no fear or questioning, just happiness. I wrapped my arms
around my neck and laid my head on his shoulder. I had never had anyone
carry me to bed before and I wanted to savor this moment.

	It was slow getting there because we stopped to kiss so often. I
opened the door and he kicked it all the way open. We slammed the door
behind us and he carried me into the bedroom. Marilyn laid me down on the
bed and climbed on top of me. He kissed me deeply.

	He lifted my arms up and pulled off my shirt. It was tossed
somewhere in the room. Marilyn reached into the bedside table and pulled
out a pair of handcuffs.

	"Care to have a little fun?" He shook them at me with a grin on his
face. I smiled back which was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled my
arms above my head and snapped the handcuffs around my wrist. Then he took
a length of rope and tied it to the handcuffs and his headboard. This was
not the first time I had been handcuffed and tied up, so I knew what to
expect. He began to work on my nipples, alternating between sucking and
biting. Each time his teeth closed around my erect nipple, I jumped
slightly.

	He began to work his way down my stomach, kissing me lightly and
scraping his teeth against the skin. I squirmed as he made his way down to
my cock, which he still hadn't released from my pants. He reached down and
squeezed my cock.

	"Hmmm...getting a little tight in there?" He undid the top button
of my pants and kissed the bare skin he exposed. He unzipped the zipper
slowly, kissing the skin underneath. He slid my pants down my hips and
tossed them on the ground. He ran his fingers down the inside of my
thighs. He giggled at the reaction as my cock visibly jumped. He had found
one of my 'spots'. He leaned over and planted soft kisses on my inner
thighs. I began to moan at the feeling. I didn't want this to end. I could
feel his breath on my balls as he moved closer to them.

	Marilyn stopped what he was doing and looked up at me. I had my
eyes closed and was not watching him. He stared at my face for a moment and
then looked back down. He took my cock in his hand, standing it straight
up. He placed a kiss on the tip, causing me to jump slightly. He began to
lick up and down the sides of my cock like it was a popsicle. He took the
head into his mouth and sucked softly. He moved down my cock slowly,
increasing the suction as he went. Before I knew it, he had swallowed my
entire cock down his hungry throat.

	I was lost in extreme pleasure. I had never gotten a blowjob like
this. He was working me into a frenzy faster then I wanted. And Marilyn
still had his clothes on!

	He pulled off my cock, letting it fall from his mouth. He pulled
his shirt off, exposing his beautiful body. The boxers were next. He stood
over me, naked stroking his cock. He climbed back on the bed and straddled
my chest. He began to feed me his cock in short strokes, each time sending
more of him into my mouth. He never forced himself down my throat, always
going slowly so I could adjust to his size and thickness.

	Marilyn reached forward and untied my arms. I reached over and
began to stroke his chest, working my way down to his cock. I grasped it
tightly, stroking it while he leaned over and kissed me.

	"Mikel, I want you in me." Marilyn whispered in my ear. I kissed
him softly. "Anything you want baby."

	Marilyn climbed off of me. He reached up and undid the
handcuffs. He rubbed my wrists carefully, stroking the red marks the cuffs
had made. I sat up and pulled him to me. We kissed passionatly, grinding
our hard cocks together. Marilyn pulled away from me and reached back into
the bedside table. He pulled out a condom and some lube.

	"Are you sure about this Brian?" I stroked his back lightly. He
turned to me with tears in his eyes. "You called me Brian." "That's your
name isn't it?" He nodded and hugged me tightly. "No one has called me that
in bed since Kevin. Even Rose called me Marilyn in bed. Thank you Mikel." I
kissed him on his forehead. "Your my Brian and you always will be. You can
be everyone elses Marilyn, but to me your Brian." He snuggled up to me,
holding me close.

	We sat that way for some time, until he looked down and saw the
condom. Marilyn got a grin on his face and waved the condom. "Weren't we
doing something before all this sentimental crap started?" I laughed at him
and pushed him down on his bed.

	This time I took control. I pinned his arms back and kissed him. I
worked my way down his body fast, working him to a quick frenzy. I took his
cock in my mouth and swallowed the whole thing. He bucked in my mouth at
the sensation, moaning loudly. I lifted his legs and began to squeeze his
ass. I came off of his cock and began to tease his hole. I darted my tongue
in and out, making him moan and beg for more. I ripped the condom open and
rolled it over my hard cock.

	Marilyn grabbed the lube and began to massage it onto my
condom-covered cock. I squirted some onto my finger and began to lube his
hole. He pressed down, forcing more of my finger into his hole.

	"Fuck me Mikel!" I didn't need anymore encouragement. I placed the
head of my cock against his hole. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips
as I pressed into his body. He gasped as my head pushed past his tight
ring. Then he began to moan softly. I slowly thrust more and more of my
cock into him, enjoying the soft moans and gasps coming from him. Soon my
balls were resting against his lily-white ass.

	Marilyn pulled me close, holding me tightly by the base of my
cock. I buried my head in his shoulder, not moving, just enjoying the
sensation of his ass clamping around my cock. He began to move his hips
slightly, moving his trapped cock around between us. I lifted my body
slightly and looked down at the beautiful man beneath me. I kissed his lips
again and traced a scar on his chest. Without a word, he pulled my hand
away from it. I looked into his eyes and nodded.

	He hugged me close and whispered, 'thank you' into my ear. I began
to make little thrusts in and out. He moaned his approval each time my cock
brushed against his prostate. In no time he was moaning loudly and digging
his nails into my back. I increased my thrusting, withdrawing almost all of
my cock before shoving it back in. I was coming close to shooting from the
incredible sensations I was recieving from my cock. His breathing was
coming fast and I knew he was coming close to shooting.

	"Fuck Mikel fuck me!" Marilyn was shouting as I plunged in and out
of his ass. He began to shudder and clench his ass even tighter around my
cock. I stopped holding back and began to shoot into his ass. He came
almost immediatly, releasing his load all over his stomach and my chest. I
collapsed on top of him, kissing him passionatly as we both came down off
our orgasms.

	"Baby that was incredible. Thank you so much." Marilyn's voice was
hoarse and I turned to look at his face. There were tears in his eyes. I
rolled off of him and ran my thumb across his cheeks, wiping away the
tears.

	"Why are you crying?" He took my hand and kissed it. "No one has
made me feel special in a long time." I pulled him to me. "You are very
special Brian Warner. You are a kind, sweet person on the inside despite
the outer persona you have. Thank you for showing it to me. I love you
Brian." It had just slipped out, but I meant it. I knew it was too soon and
I had probably just scared him off, but I didn't care. I did love him and I
wanted him to know that.

	He pulled back and looked intently in my eyes. "Do you mean that?"
I nodded, never breaking the eye contact. "I love you too Mikel."

	We curled up, holding each other tightly.

	"Before you drift off to sleep Brian, I have one question?"
	
	"What?"

	"How old is Twiggy?"

	Marilyn began to laugh. He pulled me tighter and didn't answer. We
drifted off to sleep soon afterwords.


---Look sex! It finally happened. Now what will happen to Mikel and
Marilyn? Will Mikel's family accept Marilyn? Will we find out who Allison
is? And coming soon the return of Trent Reznor and Marilyn's ex! Stay tuned
for the next episode of Man(son) of my Dreams.