Even if he did admit to killing people, Viktor would just shrug and think Vars was a tough guy for doing so. They were both punks and sometimes things got dangerous when others carried knives and fire was involved. At least this was the life Viktor had known ever since being expelled from school. He was a drop out and a delinquent. The phrase being used a lot by his parents over the years.

Laughing, the Brit felt the Norwegian grab a load of his hair and pull. Fuck, that stang but Viktor loved it. Rough foreplay like this really got him going as he growled and then bite down roughly on Var's collarbone, aiming for a knee kick to the other man's solar plexus. Wrestling with some dirty fighting thrown in.

"Like it rough, do you?"

Grunting with effort, Viktor grabbed hold of Var's hands in his thrusting them back behind his head, aiming to pin the man's arms above his head. It was all very sexual and everyone could see what was going on.