Go Die (Marilyn Manson fanfiction)

Go Die!: Gone

A/N: Guys! Id like to thank a friend for writing half of my smut scenes cause I get nervous when I wrote them XD also, I am absolutely sorry for not updating in fucking ages holy shit!! I apologise, and I'll do a longish chapter here lol. Sowwy! Anyways. Please enjoy this chapter'! I also hope you liked chapter 14 on "No way in hell" because I was terrible at writing those porno smut scenes lmao. Sorry. Anyway, please enjoy! Love you all! XXX

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Pogo's POV:

After my long chat with Jeordie; I had hung up. Feeling much better about myself, no matter how corny it sounded, but I really don't know what I'd be without that man. He just....he's the right kinda guy to listen to something you need to get off your chest, no matter what it is. You could be a fucking psycho maniac serial killer, and be depressed, and Jeordie would come right up to you and go "yo man! Wanna talk? What's up"

I swear to god he's that crazy.

After the chat, I reluctantly made my way back to the bus, not seeing Brian on my way in, thankfully. I don't really need him here, whispering into my ear about how he wants to sit on my dick. I mean as much as I may want it right now, because I do, doesn't mean I'm happy to oblige to Brian. Of all people.

The bus door squeaked quietly as I opened it, stepping inside the bus, then closing the door again. It was about 5 in the morning, so everyone was still asleep. But I wasn't that happy to find out that our latest bus driver, Rick, still wasn't here. But I still enjoyed his company when he is here. He's a real punk rocker really. He's not too fond of all the sex acts Brian puts up on stage, or trying to rape the bodyguards heads, but never the less, Rick still finds it entertaining.

I make my way to the back of the bus, and onto my bunk which was below Ginger's. He reckons that if I was on top, I'd be too heavy and one day it would collapse and kill him. So he made me sleep on the bottom bunk. No these bunks aren't single beds. No fucking way will I be even able to fit. I'm not that small anymore. They're actually not too big either. Just regular double beds, a bit smaller maybe. But they're good enough.

I strip myself from clothing until I'm only in my boxers and climb into the ruffled, cold sheets. I crinkled up my nose as I smelled the sweat I had shed earlier. I need to change these sheets. I can't even remember how many chicks I've fucked in here, or how many times I've jizzed into them, but right now I'm not prepared to do the math.

As soon as my head hits the soft, feathery pillow, I fall asleep instantly, feeling better than I did an hour ago.....

Groan. Groan.groan.

Moving. Groaning.

What the fuck?

I begin to awake from my deep but peaceful slumber, peeking open my eyelids but managing to squint at the morning light pouring though the open curtains. I could hear constant groaning and moving.

My ears were still adjusting so I couldn't quite figure out what was going on, but as soon as my body started to jerk lightly, I knew exactly what was going on. I growled.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" I yelled and hid my head under the pillow.

I could hear Ginger yelling at Tim to get the fuck out.

Normally I would be quite disgusted by this, but it's become such a regular thing that I couldn't do anything but to get used to it, and that's exactly what I did.

Tim, for the last few days, has been bringing home these random sluts and fucking them senseless. I talk to Ginger about it sometimes, not that I give a fuck, but according to Kenneth, Tim's been feeling off colour, something to do with Brian or whatever. I couldn't really tell what, but I had a feeling that Tim wanted more than just girls to be having sex with.