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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"I'm going to go make some calls." Jack got up because he knew most of these people were adventurous. The chances that they would all give it a go were high.

"Or less permanent." Damien offers. He's not sure whether to smile because the charming and cute drummer is single or be disappointed that no one saw how charming and attractive he was. Either way it might have been a suggestion, or interest, given that the Dogs had been brought here as company. There was nothing that said the company couldn't be enjoyable company that he might choose to keep and it was unlikely he would need to be on guard here like he would back home.

Damien leans in close, closer than he probably needs to, in order to see the picture. "Are you a mechanic?"

It seemed the obvious question with the wrench and the chains. Damien smiles and pulls up his shirt sleeve to show the symbol tattooed on his bicep. "This is the Diamond Dog symbol we all use."

Zack nodded and watched Jack get up to make some calls. He must be a busy guy to have all these Dogs and run his business. Not that the Brit wanted to delve too much into what the business was since he had a bit of an idea. It was just that he wasn't as worldly as some of his other band members.

"Yeah, I do like doing up my bike and others. Viktor taught me some of what I know since he's good at bikes too. Most of the other band members do bikes up. I just like to add a bit of paintwork too."

Looking at Damien's bicep, Zack smiled because he liked it that the Dogs had their own tattoo. It meant that they were a gang of sorts? That was the vibe that the drummer got anyway. Then, he had to ask the important question, slightly quieter than anticipated.

"Are you asking me out, mate? I mean----to be my boyfriend sort of thing?"

"We don't have many vehicles back home. Most of us use horses." Damien knew he wasn't supposed to say too much since he wasn't in his own world right now. However, there wasn't anything wrong with what he had said so far.

The question got a smile from the Dog as he leaned his elbow on the back of Zack's chair. "Do you want me to be asking you out?"

Now he's curious what the drummer is thinking. "If you are, well.. then maybe we can see if I'm boyfriend material."

"Horses? I've never ridden a horse before. I mean----I've got my bike but it must be different in control of an animal. Do you have one with a name that's yours?"

The drummer was curious about Damien's world as he became more and more interested in the Dog. Jack's world was a much different place than the world Zack came from and this made Zack curious. As for being asked out the Brit offered a shy smile through his long tresses of hair.

"Yes? I mean, I'd like to hang around and chill with you and the Dogs. But mainly you, yeah."

A pink blush tainted his cheeks.

"Most of us do. His name is Cyanide." Damien has a picture of the horse.

Damien can only smile at the blush on the drummer. He's damned cute and the Dog wouldn't mind spending more time with him.

"Jack says we're staying in the hotel for a few days. You can come to my room whenever you want." He wouldn't force the drummer but wanted him to know the door was open, for anything. He wouldn't mind simply doing something normal for once rather than constantly being on guard.

"Cyanide? As in the poison?"

Zack leaned in to look at the picture of the horse in more detail. He really was a magnificent beast and very handsome. The spots were certainly something as it caused the drummer to smile fondly. Imagine having a horse to ride everyday. He wanted to spend more time with Damien and get to know the man and it seemed he was a very interesting bloke indeed.

"I've not known any blokes with horses before. You're the first one. Oh---your room? Ah, thanks, mate. I'd love to. Want me to bring some booze or snacks if I do?"

Because Zack was into bringing food and drink to other people's rooms. Even if the booze was only light stuff like beer.

"Yes." Damien admitted with a laugh. It was a good name for the calm horse.

He liked the drummer leaning in and leaned in to until they were just touching while looking at the picture.

"Most of the Diamond Dogs have horses or we roller skate." The innocence of the drummer has Damien laughing and leaning in closer. "Bring whatever you want."

He just wanted to spend time with the musician, though he is definitely attractive and Damien wouldn't mind sharing more than a drink.

"I think it's a really cool name for a horse. I've never ridden before but I'd be up for a ride if you wanted to give me one."

Zack had no idea how much innuendo was in his words, as no doubt, Joe or Billy, would have picked out by now. Yet, they were busy with their own lovers, no doubt fucking each other's brains out. The drummer however, was much more of a laid-back and calmer kind of boy. He preferred to move slower when it came to relationships.

"Roller skates? I'd probably fall on my ass if I tried."

That got a small giggle out of the Brit who realised how close he was to Damien. The man was alluring and that hair? It was so beautiful, he just wanted to touch it. Yet, unlike the other band members, Zack was very shy and wanted to be polite to his new friend too.

"You've got nice hair, mate. Can I touch it?"

"I could bring him here if you wanted to try." Jack had mentioned bring things through to this world. Though, Damien is near laughing because he does pick up on the innuendo. It's hot and wonders if it is on purpose or just that much innocence.

"Most people do when they start." Damien had when he first put them on too.

"You don't have to ask." Damien winked at Zack, shaking his hair out so it all fell over against Zack's shoulder. "Can I touch yours too?"

Unlike Damien's pin straight hair, Zack's had a nice curl to it.

"You'd bring your horse here into New York? I'd like to see him and maybe have a go at sitting on him. That's if I don't fall and make myself into a complete fucking idiot."

Zack laughed softly and then nodded at Damien wanting to touch his long, curly hair. Not many boys asked him these sorts of things so he was more than a little awkward right now. Did the Diamond Dog like him as in really like him? That part got the drummer's heart beating a little faster.

"I usually brush it before I go out and before I go on stage. It tends to get wild when I'm banging my drums though."

It tended to fly everywhere when he was trying to keep up a good rhythm.

Damien realizes it is all innocence and smiles broadly. "I could ride with you the first time."

Damien ran his fingers through the drummer's hair, starting right behind the ear and then down to the ends. They had just met but Damien is definitely interested in getting to know Zack better, whether it was just friends or something more after didn't matter.

"Mine tangles after a day of work." Though he imagined the curls and the madness of drumming would lead to a lot more tangling. "Your hair is amazing."

"Oh uh yeah. I'd like that. Just to teach me the ropes. It can't be harder than riding a bike can it? Only that it's a living thing and has it's own mind."

Zack just realised he was sounding like an idiot so stopped talking for a bit, instead just enjoying feeling Damien's fingers going through his hair. It felt nice. This is what friends do with each other. Of course it was. The drummer wasn't sure what to say so just blushed and wondered about the Dog's hair.

"It does? Thanks. Have you---sort of dated lots of guys with long hair before?"

Being inquisitive was something Zack was more often than not and now was a good time to be asking this if he were to grow closer to Damien.

"It's very different than controlling an inanimate object. You have to learn to work with your horse like you would another person. You trust it and it trusts you."

The Dogs were all very close to their horses. They trusted in the beasts as warning, companions, transportation, comfort and so many other things. His fingers started going deeper into the drummer's hair. It felt good.

"I don't date much because of my.. job." In part he was worried about someone being left behind. Damien knew what happened to Jack over Hannah. He couldn't do that to someone else but the loneliness was still there eating at him even if he hid it well. "I do like long hair."

He nodded quietly just shivering a little at Damien touching his hair. No one had ever touched it like before since Zack hadn't really had many boyfriends before. Nothing like this and nothing ever serious. It was mainly just a bit of foreplay and sleeping in another guy's bed at a video game or movie sleepover.

"Yeah, I'll have to get used to that part. I'd love to get to know you Jack and the other Dogs better with time."

Zack really liked Jack and thought he was a really kind guy. He even gave the drummer a kiss on the cheek which not many other men would. It didn't feel strange since Jack was Ziggy's brother and the singer was a good man.

"Your job? Oh, I see. I guess it's hard to date when you're uh----busy with people."

The drummer didn't really know how to broach that subject so just offered a shy smile and a nod.

"I have a few days but I can come back." Damien leaned in and kissed Zack's temple. The innocence is attracctive but so is the wide open sincerity.

"I'm basically the head of Jack's army." That was the best way to explain it probably. There was something in Zack's behavior that Damien couldn't pinpoint but attracted his attention.

"Do you want to date? You keep mentioning it."

"You're a soldier? Sorry, I just assumed you were---something else. That's bloody epic though, mate. Do you get to carry your own gun? Although, I'm not big into weapons like Viktor is since I prefer my spray cans."

Zack didn't really like violence like Viktor did and preferred to stay out of conflict and run if he had to. Not that he wanted people to see him as a coward or anything. It was just his shy nature. Nodding, he then blushed a deeper red and didn't know how to respond so just stared a little into his now empty beer glass.

"Uh----date? I mean I want to yeah. Ok, let's date. I'm not very experienced though so you might want to go easy on me."

A small tug pulled inside of him. Was it nerves? Excitement? Possibly both.

"Militia." Damien looked at the other Dogs and realized what Zack was thinking. "I do go with them when they work to make sure they're safe but I'm not a sex worker."

He had been on a rare occasion out of need but it wasn't usual for him at all. "We don't have a choice. I think most of us would rather not fight too."

Damien was good at what he did but he would rather spend his time doing something else. Something that didn't involve killing people. The change of subjects was good and had him smiling.

"Then I guess I will have to take you out tomorrow." He's teasing a little but this time when he leans in he kisses Zack's lips, gentle and testing to see what the response is.

"Militia. Got it. I didn't want to assume....I just noticed your friends---the Dogs and Jack. Sorry, mate."

Zack blushed out of awkwardness but was then going wide-eyed because Damien was kissing him. Oh. Well, this felt good. Really good. He was a hot soldier and the drummer was beginning to become infatuated on him. Jack introduced Damien to him on purpose and now he could understand why. The bloke was hot. Not moving whilst the soldier kissed him, Zack then let out a nervous giggle.

"Take me out? Sort of a date at a burger place or bowling? That sort of date?"

The Brit was wondering where their relationship would head off to now and he was excited and nervous at the same time. He knew he'd had to tell Damien how inexperienced he was in the bedroom if it got that far. That would be very awkward for him.

"City guards are called Hellhounds." Damien looked out to the other Dogs and nodded his understanding. "Pleasure is illegal back home. Sex is illegal unless the government has authorized it to get pregnant. So, sex work is the equivalent of drug dealing here. It gets money and food that we need to survive."

Zack deserved to know what he was getting into, all of it. It was going to get more uncomfortable for the Brit the more he knew, probably. Damien stayed close while still brushing his fingers through Zack's hair.

"We don't have anywhere to take people on dates at home. Everything is abandoned but I could take you on that horseback ride. We do that at home."

"Hellhounds? Ok. Like the fiery mythical dogs? That's really cool, mate. But uh---does this mean you can't have sex back on your world? That sucks. The people there sound like right assholes."

Zack's face dropped a little when Damien told him about how authoritarian everything was back on his world. It really was grim. What a bunch of bastards thinking they can control people's lives like that. The Brit gently touched Damien's shoulder, squeezing softly because he cared.

"No burger joints or bowling alleys? Aw, that's too bad. I'd love to ride a horse with you though. I'll try not to fall off."

"Yes. We are the door guards too, like the myth." Damien knew it would be hard for Zack to understand but shrugs with a laugh. "You can have sex but you can be arrested for it. It does make breaking the law a lot more fun."

He's flirting, brushing his shoulder against Zack's as he laughs. The drummer is too sweet to avoid being attracted to him.

"Where we live the city is in ruins. There are nearby places, cities with restaurants and things to do but we're all wanted for crime. I can't go into them without a lot of risk." Damien explains and realizes this is getting the mood down. That is the last thing he wants. Glancing around the bar and seeing that most everyone has coupled off, his eyes turn to Zack. On the spur of the moment he stands up and nods toward the door.

"Come on. I know some of the city. Let's walk back toward the hotel and do something?" He was thinking a late night drink in a fun bar or getting something to eat or who knows, whatever they came upon. It was only a 15 or so minute drive to the Plunge so it would take an hour or an hour and a half, at most, to walk back; not counting detours. He didn't know the city exactly but the streets had the same names so he could navigate easily enough and he had no worry about any dangers along the way.

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"That sounds dumb to me. But if you can break the law and get away with it then why not?"

Zack liked the rebellious side of Damien already and he was glad Jack introduced the Dog to him. Sitting alone at the table had been boring so having Damien with him now made all the difference. Everyone else was either fucking or trashed so Zack was still wide awake and not drunk.

"Do something? Oh---ok, sure. What shall we do?"

Getting up, the drummer moved away from the table and decided to join Damien. Would they hit the town? Grab a taxi and go places? It sounded like a fun thing to do so smiled shyly and nodded.

"Sounds good to me. Lead on, mate."

"I'd break the law with you."

That was a direct moment of heavy flirting, more or less a dirty offer. The drummer was cute to the point of being sexy. He shrugs at the question.

"Whatever we find on the way?" Damien smiled and headed for the elevator with some ideas in mind. He wondered if he could get Zack in a club to dance. The Dogs got into wild dance parties sometimes and the thought of getting close with the drummer to dance was tempting. Maybe they'd see something.

"You would? How about we find ourselves a decent burger joint? There's one called a Wendy Burger or just plain Burger King. I like the double cheeseburgers. Or we could skip the food and head to a bar and try to buy drinks without getting ID'd? At least I would get ID'd at the door maybe----I don't know."

That made him frown. Would he even get into a club? He looked about 17 most days. It was his young boyish face and hair that did it. Also, his shyness. Maybe Damien would think of something to get them into a club or bar. Was New York as strict as the UK for letting under age people inside?

"Let's go."

He moved to hold Damien's hand because it felt right. The drummer was still blushing but it was a good blush.

Damien leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, all that long hair falling in the way but he's used to it. "I'm up for food or anything else."

Damien knew how to get into places and surely this wouldn't be as hard as things in the Ministry cities. He didn't even think about IDs or anything like that because his world, IDs were only to keep track of people and the same things were illegal for everyone.

He gives the hand in his a squeeze and nods, only stopping briefly to check in with Jack both to tell him he was going and to get some currency for this world. They didn't use money in Hunger City. That hand still felt so good as they walked toward the elevator.

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