ziggyplayedguitar | The Terror Tour

Current Location: The Plunge, NYC, NY

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The Terror Tour

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Ziggy was happy to bring everyone out to a upscale bar in New York City. This was a celebration of all three bands coming together for a tour. It was going to be rowdy and certainly blow up social norms. He loved it and the others did as much as he did.

The Hammers, The Hell's Angels, and The Spiders from Mars were going to bond over booze and food at The Plunge. Bar, restaurant and rooftop pool with a DJ. It was everything they needed to unwind. He left Mick for a moment once free of the elevator to call up Jack. He was all too willing to bring up a gang of boys and girls and some of the more androgynous Diamond Dogs for the evening. Food and booze on Ziggy and the other bands to pay for their own wants or needs. There would be a whole group of punk and glam Dogs here soon, all young in the 18-25 range which was suitable since that was around all the bands' ages too. Then he went to rejoin Mick and get a drink.

Gloria walked slowly with Weird, worried but glad they were free of the elevator.

"Do you want me to get my own bed?" Rik teased between laughs when he was questioned about his decision to stay in the other guitarist's room. He leaned in whispering. "I like sleeping with you, in any bed."

He giggles as he's pulled out of the elevator, slipping away to wrap his arms around Billy as they walk. It's awkward and he's laughing but this is what was missing for months now.

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Damien smiled a little as the drummer pulled him out of darker thoughts.

"You could be my fun." The outright flirting came with a mischevious smile and wink.

Damien hadn't noticed the staring too much, not until it was mentioned.

"Fuck them." Damien stared right at a group looking at them, raised a middle finger and then turned midstride to kiss Zack right on the lips. They could all fucking suck it. The Ministry had wanted him dead for liking young men and he wasn't about to take the same shit here.

"I---can?"

Zack didn't have time to respond because Damien was giving the idiots staring the middle finger. Then, he was kissing the drummer on the lips. Oh god. The Brit knew this wasn't usual behaviour for two men out in the open, even in somewhere as cosmopolitan as New York. How did they treat gay men here? Was it as bad as back home in the UK? The kiss felt so good though as Zack pulled a little on Damien's long hair before breaking off, blushing prefusely.

"Yeah....fuck them. That felt really nice. I've never kissed a boy in public before."

His heart was hammering fast in his chest and then Zack felt a newspaper being tossed towards him, hitting him on the back. A group of men close by were glaring at the two, one drinking coffee and the other smoking. The other chucking his newspaper at Zack. Uh-oh. The drummer became very nervous.

"Fucking queer cocksuckers. Go and get your STIs somewhere else, you fags."

Zack frowned at the slur, wondering why they called him and Damien cigarettes.

"I'll kiss you anywhere."

The flirting kept up but then Damien's eyes came up full of fire. Zack might feel the change in his body language as he let go of Zack's hand and started moving around him to get between the men and Zack.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Damien's voice has lost all the warmth and playfulness he had speaking to Zack. It was cold with a military clip to it, the voice he learned while serving the Ministry.

"I dare you to repeat it."

The mood changed and Zack was now a little scared because Damien's words were cold and cutting while facing off the men. He knew about the Dog being in the military but had no idea just how skilled and trained Damien actually was. Would he punch the blokes in the face? Zack would but he didn't like confrontation so felt a little useless right now.

"Fucking. Fags. Both of you. You pretty tall boy who looks likes girl and shortie here. Kissing and holding hands in the street. You're fucking sick."

The men laughed with each other as the coffee drinking one then downed his drink and then kicked the empty coffee cup at Zack. It went high, hitting him on the knee. Feeling anger coarse through his veins the drummer kicked the cup away and glared at the man.

"Fuck you, you wanker. Leave Damien alone."

"You were the one staring at us." Damien mocked them openly. He knew people underestimated him because of his build and used that as an advantage.

It was his reflexes that got people, tall and lanky and used to running and fighting against the odds. Damien had been walking toward them and now there was intent. Whomever was the closest got it; a sharp jab to the temple, enough to drop someone where they stood in many cases. If nothing else he wore several rings that would make it hurt like hell. Damien is tense, watchful and not at all afraid to brawl. He did it as a job everyday.

Zack went wide-eyed when Damien started punching. Oh shit. The drummer took a few steps back because he didn't know what to do except allow the Dog to vent his anger at these bastards. They fucking deserved it. But the cops? Someone might call them and that wouldn't be good. The first man fell after the jab to the temple and the others seemed a little put off but one thought he'd try his luck and aim a punch at Damien's jaw.

A stupid mistake and even Zack could see the bloke was hopelessly slow compared to Damien's fast reflexes.

"Shit---Damien---the cops. Someone might call on them. Let's get out of here. These losers aren't worth our time."

Zack didn't see another one coming up behind the drummer to tug on his long hair, laughing and giving it a hard tug. Fuck, that hurt! The Brit went to shove the guy away from him but the man had a good grip on the long curls.

"Girly boy here is a pussy! Look at his gay hair."

Damien dodged and stepped back laughing at how slow they were. Taunting people until they got mad and messed up was a Dog tactic even at home. They could rile people up.

He heard the change in Zack's breathing and turned but only to the side, not daring to put his back to the other two. And he sees red instantly, anger boiling up. Those same reflexes pull the small revolver, cocking the hammer as he drew.

"Let go or die." He's not fucking around either as his eyes shift from the guy holding Zack's hair to the other two. He wouldn't hesitate to shoot them and it shows as his finger slides down over the trigger. Damien means business and has blotted out the people on the street who screamed and gasped at the sight of a drawn gun.

Oh shit this was bad. Damien had a gun. A real fucking gun and Zack was now aiming a kick to the guy's shin which connected, causing him to howl in pain and let go of the Brit's hair. Zack moved away and then shoved the bloke who had pulled his hair. He wasn't often physical but this? This was needed. His eyes then shot straight to the gun in Damien's hand. He was terrified.

"Damien---let's go. It's not worth it, mate. These bastards are scum. The gun---put it away before someone gets hurt for real."

The drummer was shaking a little out of fear and adrenaline because he'd never dated anyone like Damien before. A man who wielded a real gun and wasn't afraid to use it. Pulling on the Dog's arm slightly, Zack watched as the men backed off, hands in the air and then turned to run in the opposite direction. Fuck.

"Oh fuck---"

Damien lived in a world where people around him would kill and so he learned to be aggressive when needed. Harming Zack had turned on his instincts to fight and it is only when the other guys turned away that he uncocking the gun and holsters it once more inside his jacket. He was armed with several weapons, always.

Damien slipped his arm into Zack's and immediately touches his hair to make sure he isn't hurt. He's not at all flustered though his heart is hammering a little. It had everything to do with Zack being in danger rather than the situation.

"I'm sorry he grabbed you." Damien was feeling guilty that he hadn't noticed the guy coming up on Zack. Truth is there are so many more people on the streets here than Damien needs to adjust his senses to be more watchful.

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"It's ok don't worry about it. The guy was a fucking loser anyway."

Zack tried to smile and ended up just blushing and hiding in amongst his long wavy hair. At least no one called the cops on them. Not that he knew of anyway. That and no one was dead or seriously injured. Pulling Damien a little closer, Zack just wanted to eat something now and forget about the shit show that had just happened.

"Are we out on a dinner date of sorts? Lunch date? I've not been with many boys like this so---it's sort of new to me."

Dates in general were new to Zack overall. He'd eaten at fast food places with boyfriends before but it hadn't been in a romantic sense like this. Damien was much older and experienced than any of the drummer's past boyfriends.

"If any bastard tries to attack you again I'll spray them in the face with one of my cans."

Being pulled closer felt good and got a smile.

"So, we're dating?" He's still shocked that Zack is already saying that but smiles broader with a good natured humor. "I guess I will have to tell all the girls back home I am taken."

There were no girls back home, not any Damien would be interested in anyway. He was only interested in younger men and the drummer was so cute with his hiding and blushing.

"Dinner? It's late." What was it now? 11 or 12 at night? Who knew but it was definitely late. The reaction though is sweet and Damien kisses the Brit's cheek before taking his hand again.

"I hope there aren't any more."

"Uh, I think we are? I mean when two boys eat together and do the stuff we're doing it's usually a date. I think. Girls? Oh, right."

Zack quickly looked at Damien and wondered if he was just pulling his leg. He hope so because the idea of the Dog liking girls back in his own world well---that stung. The drummer didn't like girls that way anyway and hoped Damien didn't either. Pushing any ill thoughts away, Zack just managed a smile as they walked.

"You're right. It's way too late for lunch. Late night snack maybe?"

The kiss caused him to giggle softly as he then squeezed Damien's hand.

Damien noticed that look and laughed, leaning in close to whisper to the drummer. "They wish. I don't like girls."

He nodded and started walking again, trying to calm down after the fight. The attack left him on edge and that would take awhile to relax.

"What do you want to do after we eat?"

Those words caused a huge sigh of relief to wash over the drummer since he wasn't sure if Damien had a special young lady back home or anything like that. They were still quite new to one another and these things were often swirling around in the younger man's mind.

"You don't? I don't either. Back home I---I got bullied for not liking them."

His smile faded quickly as bad memories welled up inside. It was always hard thinking about his past but talking was even harder. There was so much trauma and Zack didn't like opening up to others about it.

"I don't know, mate. What do you suggest? Bowling? Ice skating? We could try any of those if you wanted. Or a video game arcade? I love those."

"I was marked for death and it didn't stop me."

Damien slipped his hand out of Zack's to slide it around his waist. "No one's going to bully you about it anymore."

Mostly because the Dog would skin them alive for it. He let his mind turn to better things though.

"I can ice skating and roller skate." Damien was really m arable good at both.

"Do you dance?" Damien had seen clubs on the way to the bar and he can't say he would regret grinding on the drummer on a dance floor.

"Thanks for saying that. At least I know if some thug takes a swing at me or pulls my hair I've got a Diamond Dog bodyguard looking after me. You, mate."

Zack laughed softly a little and then looked up at his tall friend. Dance? He hadn't really done much of that since he preferred graffitiing and riding his bike. What harm could it do if Damien wanted to take him to a club?

"I haven't really danced much. Are we going to a club?"

Then the whole ID thing would come into play once more since it was late and Zack was underage to get into most New York bars and clubs. Damien would have to intervene.

"I'm the only one pulling your hair." Damien went right back to flirting, giving Zack's curly ends the slightest tug.

"Do you want to?" Damien knew a little about the clubs in this world from talking with the others, especially Jack. "I know a couple places around that won't act like those asses did."

With his best friend being Jack, of course he knew where the gay clubs were in the surrounding area.

"I only want you pulling my hair anyway. Everyone else can fuck off."

Zack nodded and smiled, obviously better now they were on their way to do something fun together. All the thugs and homophobes could get fucked. He just wanted to spend time with the boy he was totally falling for. He'd only just met Damien a few hours ago and already he wanted to spend as much time as possible with the Dog.

"Yeah, I want to. I might be shy but I like having fun just as my other band mates do. Do you mean like gay clubs? So if we dance together at least we won't have wankers like those attacking us. Joe has taken me to a few before."

Even being shy, Zack usually sat in the corner with Joe drinking his soda or light ale. That was until Joe got wild and smashed then the drummer watched his band mate jump up onto the bar and moon everyone or some weird shit.

"You want me to pull your hair?" Damien asks with a big grin because that was the kind of invite he definitely wanted.

Arm around Zack's waist he kept walking, changing directions a bit now that there was talk of going clubbing. He couldn't ignore the temptation of grinding up against the drummer on a hot dance floor.

"Either, but after all of that a gay club is probably better." Damien agreed since he didn't want to have to fight anymore tonight. All he wanted to do was hang out with this incredibly cute Brit and maybe get into some harmless trouble. "There's a place Jack told me about not far from here, called the Metropolitan."

"Yeah, I like it when you do. Back at the bar---it felt nice."

Zack admitted he liked Damien pulling his hair because he genuinely liked it. There was no point hiding his wants and now that he was on a date with the Dog he might as well admit it. Walking next to the taller man, the Brit smiled up shyly.

"Joe's taken us all to a few gay clubs before and usually it ends up being a shit show. Him dancing on the bar mooning everyone smashed. Viktor giving everyone glowered looks and shoving men away who get interested in him. As for Billy? He used to flirt with guys and try to take one back with him."

This was all before the band members found their respective partners. The Angel's night outs usually ended with Joe being arrested or Viktor.

Damien couldn't resist that invitation and gave his hair a little tug at the ends.

Damien started laughing as he watched the building fronts for something that looked promising. "I won't be bearing my ass but I'm up for dancing and... I'll try not to get arrested."

Damien winked at the drummer because after pulling a gun on the street, cops were possible. Eventually they came up to a place called the Metropolitan. The club music was obviously thumping and the crowd lined up for the door looked more on the queer end of the spectrum. Damien had noticed more than one pair of men in the line holding hands.

"Want to try here?" He looked over the signage. 18 and over. He assumed the drummer had some sort of ID. He would have to make do with cunning or breaking in.

The club looked pretty busy and Zack wondered if the security was tight. If so, then surely they would be frisked and asked for ID. That was the usual in most places like this he assumed. Glancing towards Damien he nodded feeling a little shy.

"Sure. I mean I do have ID if they want to see it. Just means I can't drink but whatever. We can still dance though."

This was the main reason why they came to the club. Not to get drunk but to enjoy one another's company and to be accepted for who they were. No one was going to attack them or throw nasty insults here since it was a gay club. Men were allowed to hold hands here.

"Looks a cool place. Shall we try to front door first? Or shall we go around the back?"

"I don't have anything." Damien didn't even belong in this world, let alone having an ID for it. He was looking over the doorman and how he was interacting with the others waiting to go in. They were checking jackets and that was a problem.

"I can't get in the front with the revolver and no ID." He whispered to Zack. Never mind the knife at his back and he wasn't about to dump them. "Go on in. I'll meet you inside by the bar."

He pressed enough money into Zack's hand to get a soda inside and then kissed his cheek. "I don't need a door."

Damien left Zack to duck down the alley. He'd have to work his way through the building maybe but he could do this. At least there wouldn't be any Ministry messing with him inside, just people to avoid so he didn't get thrown out.

"The gun ah---yeah I nearly forgot."

Zack shook his head and scratched the back of his head. He often forgot that Damien was a walking arsenal and if he got stopped and searched then they'd find a lot of weapons on him. That would be bad. So, he nodded and took the money, thanking the Dog while he watched him duck out of sight around the back.

Walking up to the line he soon got approached by the security guy as he asked for ID. Zack showed it and was let in without incident. It just meant no booze. Well, none he would buy himself anyway. Damien could get that. Stepping inside the loud busy club he immediately felt very shy around the other customers dancing and watching him closely. Was he being watched? Some guys took an interest and giggled as he walked past their table. Shaking any bad feeling off, Zack bought himself a soda at the bar and then glanced around trying to pick Damien out. He'd be the tallest in the room easily.

Damien quickly found a way up the building and to a window on the second floor. The room was dark and he didn't see any security systems. Of course not. Here they didn't have the Dogs who could get to a window like this. People here didn't have the same kind of skills. Once the window was shimmied open he slipped inside and began making his way down to the bar below.

He paused to remove his shirt and put his jacket back on. He would have to keep it on to hide the weapons but the bar was going to be hot. He pulled the shirt through his back belt loops to both hide his knife more and not have to carry it.

Stepping out of the stairs he looked for the bar where he could already see Zack. Here. Damien's personality was coming out as the paranoia about injury subsided. The Dog worked his way through the crowd, using his skills of disappearing in them to sneak up behind the drummer. The first indication that he's there is a hand sliding around Zack's hip from behind.

"There you are."

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