ziggyplayedguitar | The Terror Tour

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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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Vars is just laughing at all of this. He liked to rough house, really most of the Hammers did. Usually Vars or Rik started it too, though this was getting to be a different type of wrestling than he did with his bandmates. The sound from the bite is definitely not one if pain. To the Norwegian it felt good and he knew this wasn't a serious fight.

"You do." Vars accuses with a smirk. One hand is easy to pin the other though, he still has a handful of Viktor's hair and Vars isn't letting go. As the Brit yanks on his hand it will inevitably pull his hair. As the pull brought Viktor's face up Vars bit his lower lip, not enough to do damage but definitely enough to make it hurt.

Viktor growled at the hair pulling since it was burning and stang but at the same time he was loving the pain. Not wanting to give in the Brit felt the bite to his lower lip. Fuck! That felt good. So good that Viktor was now offering Vars a full on kiss with tongue included.

He was kissing him.

Breaking off the fierce kiss, the singer laughed and then tried to pull off Vars' hand from his hair. If that didn't work then he'd resort to another dirty tactic. Tickling. Slightly girly but he knew it might ease off the pressure to his hair and he could feel some of the strands break off from his scalp. Not that it bothered him. This was fun.

"You fucking horny bastard. You want to kiss me?"

Viktor smirked then used a fist to punch Vars in the guts then use his fingers to tickle underneath the Norwegian's exposed armpit.

Vars used his grip on the Brit's hair to hold him in that kiss. He didn't care if any of the others saw. He's almost disappointed that that it ends.

"You not stopping me." Vars tossed back in a taunting tone. If they both ended up banged up from this he wouldn't care. Bruises and wounds were part of his reputation in some circles though everyone assumed it was always real fights and nothing like this.

The action does get a laugh but not from tickling. "I'm not the Dane."

Vars wasn't all that ticklish though he does let go of Viktor's hair, if only to grab his throat and slam him back into the floor. The wrestling starting to get to the Norwegian as he leans into a lip crushing kiss and tries to maneuver on top of the Brit.

"You ever taken a cock before, spiky?"

It was an obvious flirtatious goad on Viktor's part since he wondered if Vars had ever slept with a man before. If he had then presumably it was with a strong person who liked it rough judging by the bassist's behaviour so far. The Brit laughed at the comment about harp boy and just shook his head.

"I know full fucking well that you're not harp boy."

Then he felt the crushing kiss and the grab to the throat, slamming him back into the floor. The wind was nearly knocked out of the singer as he aimed to wrap both his strong thighs around Vars, hoping to roll the man over onto his back. Yet, the kissing felt too good. He wanted this. Yearned for it almost, as Viktor grabbed some of the bassist's hair, pulling what little of it he could grab hold of.

"Not for a girly boy like you." Vars was taunting but the truth is he was more comfortable being the top and would fight for it. The flirting though had the drunken bassist grinning, lopsided and looking like a troublemaker. "Do you let men take you for a ride?"

He's definitely interested in fucking Viktor now that they are fighting with each other. Vars let go of Viktor's throat to get a hand on the ground and keep himself upright. The Brit felt good under him and he didn't want to give that up. The pull of hair got a breathless laugh and the bassist looked down at the singer still under him. He couldn't resist leaning down to bite the thick muscle of Viktor's bare shoulder, another hard bite and then a kiss up under his ear. If Viktor wanted the Norwegian's attention, he has all of it now.

"Girly boy? Fuck off am I! No one takes me for a fucking ride, you cockhead."

Viktor growled and then laughed loudly as he tried to shove the Norwegian off. Fuck, he was a lump! Yet, it did feel good having the other punk pinning him like this yet he would never admit such a weakness as that. Girls went on the bottom. That bite though---that had the Brit punk gasping and then growling louder.

"You animal---you like it rough, I'll give you rough."

The singer keened and then went to lean up to pull Var's head down by grabbing some of his short head, yanking his head down to bite the bassist earlobe. Viktor then bucked up and tried to head-butt Vars in the chest.

"You stay down." Vars spoke quietly and out of breath, but not from struggling. While he will tease Viktor out loud some things are private. The Brit has Vars laughing as he continues to try and unseat the Norwegian from the upper hand.

That yank of hair cut the laughter off with a loud gasp. The bite felt even better and he ignored the headbutt.

"Giving me love bites, pretty boy?" Vars taunted. The headbutt did take his breath for a second but he gabbed Viktor at the jawline and took another kiss as he moved to completely straddle the pinned Brit.

"I stay down? Yeah, because you're fucking sat on me you knob head."

The singer kept his hand firmly in Vars' hair as he pulled on it once more, aiming to bite along the Norwegian's neck. If he wanted "love bites" then Viktor would give him some. He wanted to mark the shorter punk and show him that he was no pussy. The kiss though----that got Viktor smirking and enjoying it. The straddling got the Brit riled up even more as he aimed another headbutt at Vars' chest. Was it arousing? Fuck yes.

Grabbing a nearby vodka bottle, he pulled the top off with his teeth, spat it away and downed some of the contents. This was with his free hand since the other was in Vars hair, pulling at the spikes.

"I like it." Vars snarls at him with a broad grin. This is fun and it is maddeningly erotic.

The hair pulling rolls thr punk's eyes closed but his hips buck against Viktor's waist. He can't stop it because he wants the Brit. Though, not here in the middle of the floor.

Vars grabbed the bottle from Viktor as he pulled it away from his mouth and took a long drink before putting it aside. The hungry feeling of lust is burning hot but he's not like his bandmates who will fuck in public.

Setting the bottle aside he tangled his fingers into the ends of Viktor's hair. It was so soft and had him grinning. "Pretty boy should come to my bed and not spend night yanking himself?"

Vars is through with dancing around the subject. The way the Brit reacted to every kiss said more than his words. It's a blunt, open offer and from the look that comes with it an admission that he thought the Brit was attractive.

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"You like sitting on me? Maybe you'd like to sit in my lap, you horny Norwegian wanker."

Viktor was laughing now as he was enjoying himself just playing rough and tumble with the Norwegian. Both both men knew this was far more than a simple wrestling competition. It was a battle for sexual dominance and Vars seemed to be winning so far. Was the Brit letting the bassist dominate him? Perhaps. Yet, fuck would he admit that.

The fingers in the hair pulled a rather embarrassing noise from the singer, who grunted and enjoyed having his long strands yanked on. Did Vars have a kink for that? Who knew. Viktor just stared up at the other man and growled.

"Pretty boy? If anyone's the pretty boy it's you, shorty. I'm bigger than you. Like fuck do I spend the night yanking myself."

Was Viktor pretty? Maybe. Sadly, it was true what Vars was saying. Viktor did spend a lot of time alone jerking off. Now, he could have some company. Was the Norwegian outright flirting? It sounded like it.

"You want to fuck me, Spiky?"

Vars was aware of why they were still on the ground and why his breath was becoming so shallow. Any other friendly wrestling match would have ended already and they would be on their feet laughing and drinking at the bar.

"Not sitting but pinning pretty boy on floor."

He's watching the other punk, uncertain if he's buckling or if this is a ploy to get the upper hand. Either way, those noises get a ragged, growled breath from the bassist. He loves to pull hair but this is more driven by arousal. The longer they pushed at each other to prove who was dominant, the hotter Viktor looked to Vars. All the stubborn refusal and insults bringing a smile to the Norwegian's face rather than annoying him like it could others.

"Shorter but bigger in right places." Vars laughs at the obvious lie and leans down to kiss Viktor again, rough and biting. It might draw blood as he bit down on the Brit's lip. He's not as trashy as his bandmates or he'd be ripping off Viktor's pants on the floor instead of toying with the Brit. Vars is conscious of Viktor's ego too. He doesn't want the punk to look weak in public, behind closed doors might be different.

"Come back to hotel and have drink. We see if you have better time in my bed than last night in yours." Vars isn't only flirting, it's an outright offer. While Vars would never give up his dominance, he has no problem admitting what he wants.

"Is that what you call this? Sitting on pretty boy on floor?"

Viktor just laughed and slid his hand up Var's chest to then slap at the Norwegian's face lightly, just as a test. He rarely slapped since that was for girls and punching was more manly, yet he couldn't resist. The Brit wanted to test the bassist to see what he liked and what pushed him too far. He was fucking heavy though. Not that it bothered Viktor since the weight felt nice.

"Oh yeah? Are you telling me you've got a big cock, mate? Prove it."

Was Viktor egging Vars on? Maybe. That, or he wanted to see the man's cock for himself so he could measure it against his own. Lots of blokes did that especially masculine punk ones. Another growl and Viktor aimed a bit to Var's shoulder, hoping for his teeth to make a mark even through the fabric.

"Fine. Let's go, spiky. There are too many fucking voyeurs here anyway. Stardust's old man and his posh table up there."

His eyes glancing towards where Tom, Aletayria, Weird and Gloria were sat.

"You are pretty boy." Vars isn't bothered by the slap and gives one back to the Brit, a little harder but it's more playful, like a slap you'd give to a friend for being stupid.

"Brit going lose more." Vars laughs at Viktor, teasingly and there's a sense that his aggression is becoming more and more playful and flirtatious by the minute. The bite feels good and forces Vars' eyes closed for a moment.

"Take Stardust's limo." Vars glances over and gives Viktor a shove in the chest as he stands up to go and talk to Robert. They needed a ride back because he wasn't fucking walking.

"Is that my nickname now? Pretty boy? You might want to save that for your man Barbie singer."

Viktor laughed at the slap and pushed himself up off the floor and dusted himself down, walking over the broken pieces of wood which used to be a table. How much more furniture would they smash tonight? Punching Vars on the shoulder, Viktor liked the idea of borrowing Stardust's limo because one glance over to the dark corner told the singer that Ziggy was too busy right now getting stuffed with Blondie's cock.

"Let's go, mate."

Before leaving, Viktor grabbed some bottles of vodka from the bar and passed one to Vars so they had something to drink back to the hotel. No way would they ride getting sobered up. That would fucking suck.

Vars laughs and shakes his head. "Hunter has girly man to give him names."

There's something hidden in how Vars is talking about it. Pretty boy wasn't Vars giving a nickname so much as it was a statement of finding the Brit attractive, and it seemed to piss him off which made it even better.

Vars turns around and gives Viktor a shoulder punch in return. Robert was collecting himself and already walking toward the elevator. Vars takes one of the bottles so he can immediately open it. All the wrestling around had made him thirsty. He's drinking while walking to the elevator.

"I bet they call each other kinky names in bed."

Viktor was becoming even more drunk as he drank out of the vodka bottle he stole from the bar. It seemed the Brit wasn't the only one who was thirsty after their little wrestling match on the bar floor. The Norwegian was fucking hot and Viktor could see that, not that he would admit to anything like that. This was still a dominance battle to him.

Stardust's driver was a decent bloke to take them back to the hotel. The limo wasn't bad either since it was fucking huge inside and had it's own booze, except that all got drank by the greedy bastards getting to the bar. Still, they had vodka and Viktor knew Vars probably had more bottles back at his hotel room. Grabbing the other punk by the hair, he pulled Var's head back and kissed his cheek playfully. The Brit then punched the elevator button and laughed.

"Least he has person in bed to give kinky name to."

Vars gave the other punk a shove in the shoulder while he was drinking from the bottle. The dynamic between them is riling the Norwegian up in more than one way.

The laugh is echoed by the Norwegian and when the doors open he shoves Viktor headlong into the elevator. Stepping in he hits the button and then is immediately trying to pin the taller singer's back against the wall.

Robert saw that the punks were up to and turned to the stairs. There was no way in hell he was getting into an enclosed space with those two right now.

Viktor didn't answer that because he hadn't slept with anyone for months now and had just been a moody bastard about it. The truth was he just hadn't wanted to sleep with anyone since getting arrested the last time with the bike gang. Yeah, he might have fucked around a bit at clubs and bars but nothing serious. It was mostly punk girls but he preferred punk boys overall like this one.

He laughed when he felt Vars shove him headlong into the opening elevator. Stopping himself with his outstretched palms, he turned and went to grab the bassist around the waist but was now pinned against the wall.

"Fuck!--"

Viktor reached out and grabbed Vars by the hair once more pulling the bassist's head back and offering a bite to his collarbone. Dirty fighting in the elevator? Yep. A good thing Robert was now taking the stairs.

Vars wasn't quite fighting any more but he also wasn't submitting. The bite got a groan from the punk who shoved his whole body against Viktor while grabbing a handful of hair. As soon as Viktor lets go of that bite Vars pulls him into a kiss; full, aggressive with tongue and bites.

This isn't about Viktor losing at something anymore. Vars wants to fuck and Viktor is making him insane with lust by continually fighting with him.

Viktor didn't like submitting and wanted to be the man on top all the time since he didn't want to be seen as a pussy. Yet, being with Vars was different. It was like he almost wanted to submit to the bassist. A magnetic attraction? There was so much more to it.

Then, he was being pulled into a rough kiss. Fuck, yes. The Brit almost groaned at the kiss since it was aggressive just how he liked it. His hands came around to pull the Norwegian closer, shoving him up against the elevator wall, growling into the kiss and trying to dominate him. Was it erotic? Hell yes.

"You like it rough, Spiky----"

Viktor grinned and then went to press a rough kiss to Var's neck, biting just shy of his Adam's Apple.

Vars would have agreed about the animal, magnetic attraction. Viktor was under the punk's skin in such a way that he wasn't going to let up. A ragged gasp comes as Viktor pulls him in. He wants him so badly and it's starting to show. Back against the wall his pale cheeks flushing from heat.

"Eh, you too." Vars laughed as Viktor started kissing across his skin but it comes with a rough buck of Vars' hips. He's panting and getting even more aroused than he was. It feels insane, even in the drunken haze of too much booze.

Something snaps for the punk and he can't deal with it as he pulls Viktor's face to his by the hair. He just stares at the other punk's eyes for a moment, hungry and wild. Then he presses into another kiss. The elevator was totally forgotten. Who knew what the hell floor they were on.

Viktor didn't want to admit that he was getting riled up and aroused inside the elevator with Vars but he was. His skin was prickled and his breath was coming out faster than before and it wasn't just due to the rough play they were doing. He liked the punk. The Norwegian hedgehog and now it seemed they were going to start kissing or even fucking. Would that happen?

"Fuck---"

It was all Viktor could gasp out as Vars grabbed him and pressed another hungry kiss to his lips. The Brit grabbed the back of the bassist's hair and pulled his head back so he could bite at Vars' neck. Not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a visible mark. They had to get to the hotel room because this was getting more serious by the second.

"jævla det hele" Vars can't even think in English when his head is pulled back and then those bites. Vars is caught up in all of this but not so much that he misses the loud ding just before the door opens. He glances at the other punk and growls angrily. Fuck if he wanted to stop. The bassist is ready to go.

Reluctantly, he shoves Viktor away and toward the opening doors. Somewhere private was needed in a hurry, either the limo or the hotel, something. He's right behind Viktor and he's taking in the other punk's body as they move to walk out. Willpower is the only thing keeping him from tearing off his pants right here.

Viktor didn't have a clue at what Vars was saying because he didn't know any other languages aside from English. Fuck, but it sounded hot. He heard the loud ding and glanced to the now open door. Shoving the other punk out of the lift shaft, Viktor grabbed his shoulder, span him around and kissed him roughly, growling as their lips met. They had to get to the limo.

The Brit was getting horny.

Pulling away, he then smirked as he shoved Vars in the back with his hand, pushing him out towards the street where the limo was parked up. No doubt Robert was inside waiting for them.

"Let's get in the limo, Spiky. I'm not finished with you yet."

Vars wasn't expecting to be spun around so forcefully and laughed before gasping into the kiss. He managed to grab Viktor's ass roughly before he pulled away.

Robert was waiting for the punks, watching the doors for whatever disaster was coming to get in. They were already drunk and rowdy when he left them at the top of the stairs.

Vars turned laughing and grabbed Viktor's hair, dragging him through the door. "Through? Just starting pretty boy."

He spoke loudly and didn't care who the hell heard as he made for the easy to spot red limo. He still hadn't let go of the other punk's hair.

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