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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"I'm not pretty boy, you fucking ball sac."

Viktor knew the other punk would keep on calling him that because he seemed to like it. Did Vars get a kick out of it just because the singer had long hair? Maybe. He also loved to pull on it which Viktor also liked but fuck would he admit such things. That was a weakness. Yet, the Brit was buckling slowly but surely as the lust seeped in and took over form the rough defensiveness.

"Bite me, bitch."

Another laugh and the Brit aimed to try and pull Vars into a rough hug, as he rolled over on the limo floor, trying to land on top of the other punk. The battle for dominance was fucking hot. He was hard and aroused and this could be seen between his legs, as he rubbed himself against Vars' leg. A hand came around to rake his short nails across the Norwegian's ass cheek.

Vars gave Viktor a playful, if hard, slap on the cheek for denying he was the pretty boy. He definitely was and the words riled him up, but the bassist loved it. He pulled harder on the Brit's hair. It felt good to have his fingers in all the long hair.

Then that request had the punk smirking at the singer beneath him. Of course he was going to bite him, hard and on the collar bone. The bites getting harder now because Vars is so aroused. Though he braces his hand out against the seat to stop the rolling. The Norwegian refusing to get on his back for anything even when he gasps at the nails digging into his skin.

"No." He tells Viktor. "You stay under and take cock." Vars isn't budging. Part of it is his desire for dominance but most of it, most of it is that he's hot for the British punk and wants him desperately.

Viktor gasped at the slap and growled, wanting more of those slaps secretly. Fuck, did he want to get his ass cheeks slapped like Hunter's girly lover? Maybe. It was a kinky desire he seemed to want the other punk to perform on him. Then, he was being bitten hard. Groaning, the Brit bit Vars on his own collar bone in kind. If he thought the singer would buckle so easily he was wrong.

"You like pulling my hair don't you, Spiky? Spank me. I fucking dare you."

If he was going to take cock then he wanted Vars to be rough with him. That was hot. Viktor's nails still digging in on the soft flesh of the bassist's ass, as he bucked up and wondered if he would get his own ass spanked. It might seem weak and girly but he didn't care anymore. He wanted Vars and no one was watching this.

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Hearing the other punk gasp got a laugh from Vars. He knew that Viktor wanted things he would refuse to say out loud. The pulling on Viktor's hair slowly turned to stroking it. Slowly, his fingers wrapped back into all that long hair. If the Brit wanted spanked then he would.

"Accepted." Vars yanked Viktor into a kiss and started to sit up onto his knees, dragging the Brit right along. "I beat your ass then fuck."

Vars is laughing, though it is more playful than mocking, as he pulls Viktor up onto his knees, if the singer will let him.

The Brit liked how forceful Vars was being with his hair since he hardly allowed anyone anywhere near it. The Norwegian was an exception in this because the singer was finding it arousing being manhandled and rough housed by the bassist. Being inside the limo was even better.

"Beat me ass then fuck? Ok, Spiky. You're on. Don't be a pussy and go easy on me."

Snorting in amusement, Viktor sat up on his knees and bent over. It was a good job they weren't in anywhere public because this wouldn't be happening otherwise. The singer didn't want anyone else to know he liked being spanked. This was a special private moment between him and Vars.

"Don't tell anyone else I like this, will you? It's private between us."

There was a brief look of worry over the Brit's face because Viktor genuinely felt vulnerable and uncomfortable at that fact.

Vars was not going to go easy on him, not now. In the morning when they were both hungover and banged up he would but tonight was all about the roughness.

"Shame cane at hotel." If he had it with him he would cane the Brit's ass but for now other things would have to do. Vars pulled a little harder in his hair, biting the back of his shoulder before speaking. "Pretty boy want hand or belt?"

It was a question of likes and how rough Viktor wanted to go. The question gets a little relaxing of Vars' grip on his hair and he shakes his head.

"Not tell but bandmates know what I like. They tease but not tell anyone." Vars is serious though about Viktor's comfort. "Don't want teasing then I bust thier mouths and stop."

Vars would go toe to toe with his bandmates for Viktor's comfort. It was important to him because the more he was with Viktor, the more he wanted. The last thing he wanted was the punk to feel uncomfortable constantly.

"Cane? You've got a bloody cane back at your hotel room? You fucking kinky bastard."

Viktor just looked behind him at the other punk and smirked. Of course Vars had a cane. It seemed the sort of thing he'd be into and the Brit loved the idea of the bassist going hardcore on his ass cheeks. Perhaps once they get back to the hotel this could be a thing for the nights coming.

"Give me your hand, mate. No belt tonight. I won't mind feeling the belt or cane in your hotel room another night maybe. Kinky shit can be fun."

The singer licked his lips and then readied himself for Vars' roughness. Fuck, he wanted it. Being drunk and horny helped his mood as he was loving it so far. It could only get better from here. As for keeping this part of his sex life a secret---he was placing deep trust in the Norwegian.

"Leg not always good." Vars was talking about all those scars. He actually had to use it for what it was intended for but with the metal dowel down the middle of the wood it could be used on the punk if he wanted.

"Pretty boy spending nights in my bed?" Vars is curious if Viktor is suggesting this wasn't going to be just one night. It had been a long time since Vars had a regular lover and the other punk was tripping all those desires that made him want Viktor to stay with him.

"Hand good as belt." Vars laughed and tangled his fingers into all that soft hair. Then he licked his palm, slightly cupped his hand and gave Viktor a hard slap to the fullest part of his ass. It was the kind of smack that would leave a lingering red print and sting behind.

"You've got something wrong with your leg?"

Viktor just frowned at that but was then smirking at the bassist's words regarding their possible future sleeping arrangements. Did the singer want to spend more time with the punk? Fuck yes did he. It wasn't exactly a secret that he found Vars to be hot and rough. It turned him on that the man was aggressively attractive.

"Pretty boy? Fucking hell, mate. You're stuck on that word aren't you? What if I do want to spend more nights in your bed? I could get you laid every night and exhaust you with rough sex."

The Brit didn't have a chance to get any more words out as Vars was now slapping his naked ass cheek. Fuck! That felt good. Gasping, Viktor tried to silence his noises of pleasure but it was too late. A low groan slipped from his lips as he bit his lower lip and he was painfully hard and now pushing back a little towards the bassist.

"That all you got, Spiky? Spank me. I want it."

"Had accident and pain." He might not want to admit that much but this was intimate and close. The trust with secrets had to go both ways. Viktor with his sexual desires and Vars, his physical weakness that he never let others see.

"Name gets you and true." Vars admitted and grinned at Viktor. It wasn't only that Viktor got pissed over the name pretty boy it was also Vars saying he was hot, and fuck all was the Brit hot. "Why wait so long? Wanting you there since walked off plane when tour start but too daft notice because too busy being show off for attention."

That sound was all he needed and sent shivers through his body and a ragged breath because as much as the Brit liked it, Vars found it arousing too. Then he's challenging again and it gets him another hard slap, lower, under the curve of the ass where the skin is more sensitive. "Ever get off just spanking?"

He had a skill with this and though better with a cane or a whip he could probably manage it easily enough with his hand.

"Oh yeah? Sounds fucking rough. I've burnt myself loads of times."

That was more his fault messing around with fire when making molotovs or just setting fire to aerosols and the like. Things he shouldn't be. But then he was a pyromaniac punk and enjoyed doing it. The whole pretty boy naming thing would get someone in serious shit if their name wasn't Vars. The Norwegian had a special place in Viktor's heart already it seemed.

"If any other fucker called me pretty boy I'd smash his teeth out and set him alight."

Then, Viktor was gasping once more at the hard, lower slap. Fuck, that felt good! The Brit keened and arched, moaning louder this time. Fuck it---he couldn't stop himself from enjoying it. The whole thing was kinky as hell and he was loving it. Breathing faster, Viktor felt his long tresses fall down his shoulders and down either side of his face.

"Do it. Get me off with your hand."

"Better." Vars frows a bit about Viktor hurting himself so much but said nothing. He could intervene though and show the Brit how to manage things better or at least be there.

He pulled on Viktor's hair and leaned in. "Anyone call you pretty boy and have my fist in face."

There's a dominance and possessiveness suddenly to the Norwegian. There's no telling if this is temporary because he is so damned horny or something that would still be there in the morning. Right now though, he'd kill someone for touching Viktor. The other punk was his.

Vars shifted and got a whole handful of that hair. Fuck pulling his hair had his cock throbbing hard. It could wait though. If the punk wanted to get off Vars would accommodate. Grabbing some of the ice from the champagne bucket he got the Brit's ass cold and wet then used his teeth to pull on one of his leather gloves. He knew this was going to sting like a bitch for the Brit. Pulling harder on his hair he started hitting, hard, cupped hand and faster to keep the hits in tempo with Viktor's breath.

The Norwegian was once again pulling on the Brit punk's hair as he growled, aroused and loving how it turned him on. Only Vars could do this and Viktor wanted more of the bassist's rough touches to his body. The sentiment felt good that the other punk wanted to stand up to his new friend----lover? Whatever it was, Viktor wanted it.

"What are you doing?--"

Glancing around he noticed the ice and this caused the Brit to stare, still breathing hard from the spanking. Then Viktor felt the ice being rubbed on his warm ass cheeks. Shit---it stang!

"Ah---fuck! That stings---shit...."

Then, Vars was once again spanking his ass. Yes, he wanted this. The Brit gasped louder, whimpering almost as his head fell and his hair spilled around his face, as his hips thrust forwards on their own. His stiff cock throbbing painfully, as the singer began moaning loud and ragged. He could feel his pleasure begin to take over as he hissed and groaned.

"Want it hurt?" He laughs at the Brit. The wet and leather was going to leave such marks on his ass and he couldn't help but imagine seeing the bare assed bruises in his bed come morning.

"Trust. Make sure you feel good until you fall asleep." With how bad Vars wanted the Brit the sex was going to be rough, exhausting and just what they both seemed to want and need.

Vars twisted his hand in the long, soft hair until he was pinning the singer to the seat of the limo by his hair. He didn't stop, a few more slaps and then more ice, the sting of cold and then even more when the leather of his gloves hit the wet skin again. He felt out of his mind with want and knew it was going to get rougher. He didn't have the longest nails but he paused in the ass beating to rake them over the hot, red welted prints on the Brit's ass.

Fuck.

Everything about this was fucking hot and kinky. Viktor was growling louder now, making more lewd moaning noises from deep within his throat. He wanted the Norwegian to slap his ass with his leather gloved hands. It felt so good. The pain stang but it caused spasms of pleasure to shoot up the Brit's stiff cock. His thigh muscles were twitching and he could feel his ass cheeks were warm and stinging.

"Fuck yes!----I'm fucking close---"

The nails raking over his hot skin caused Viktor to groan and whimper, relishing the roughness which Vars was offering him. Would he come soon? Oh yes.

Those noises only got Vars hotter to the point it was getting hard to think straight. His whole body tense from want, cock hard and aching as he knelt beside the Brit in the car. He shifted his weight to press Viktor harder into the seat, pinning him roughly with his forearm which yanked harder on that handful of blonde hair.

He could barely stand the whimpering. Fuck the submissive sounds made him want to grab the punk's hips and fuck him roughly until he was screaming. Vars put his shoulders into that next smack as he leaned down to growl in Viktor's ear.

"Come so can turn around and fuck you." His voice has dropped several octaves and has a growled purr to it. Vars is out of his mind with lust as he lays into Viktor's ass with his hand. He's not going to stop, the hits coming harder and faster until the other punk got off.

Oh fuck! The punk began crying out louder, his voice nearly breaking as he felt the Norwegian spank his ass with strong rhythmic hits as he got harder and faster with each slap of his gloved hand. Viktor arched up and suddenly tensed as he leaned into the limo chair, moaning loud and coming hard.

"Fuck!---"

It was all he could rasp out as he spilled his hot cum onto the floor of the limo, gasping and panting at his release. Biting his lip until it nearly bled he groaned and then stilled his hip movement, glancing around with heavy-lidded eyes at Vars. Fuck, that was hot.

"Fucking hell....I've never been spanked like that before."

Vars lets up and lets go of Viktor's hair so he can catch his breath. The hand, so recently beating the singer's ass, is now gently stroking the red and, no doubt, stinging ass. He pressed a kiss to Viktor's low back and just behind his ear. They are warm kisses between the roughness.

"Pretty boy like hand." He whispers while he pulls off the leather gloves, then his bare hand is back on the Brit's warm ass. "Catch breath then see if like cock too."

Vars left his hand there on Viktor's back, touching lightly. After an orgasm from pain, touch and time were needed to recover. Even as horny as he is, he knows Viktor needs it. While he waits, Vars pulls out the drawer under the seat. He'd seen the others in it and there are an assortment of things; from lighters and drugs to random things, but what he is looking for is soon found... a bottle of unflavored and unscented lube left there by the crazy Fin. They'll need it. Setting it on the floor he closes the drawer and turns back to his lover.

"Want drink?" The aggression and roughness can come back when they fuck but this pause is for recovery and a show of affection from the punk.

There it went again. The word. "Pretty boy." If anyone else uttered those words then they would be facing a giant fist to their face. Viktor panted out steady breaths as he nodded and snorted in amusement. Did he like hand? Of course he fucking did. The Norwegian got him off using it.

"Yeah, let me catch my breath. That was fucking amazing---you're good with your hand. I wonder how good you are with your cock."

That would come soon enough but first he needed to rest. A drink sounded perfect right now as the Brit sat up and rested against the limo seats. They'd pretty much trashed the inside of Stardust's ride but it would be sorted for the morning. Did that Robert bloke care? Viktor didn't. He just wanted his bassist.

"I could do with some vodka."

Vars didn't even notice the inside of the limo because he is so focused on Viktor. He's panting too but it isn't from exertion. He's so fucking horny for the other punk that he has to bite his lip to hold the moans of lust from escaping as he watches him sit against the seat.

"Better than hand." He estimated because Viktor liked it rough and with how aroused he was, Vars knew he was going to tear into the other punk as soon as he was ready for it. He got Viktor a glass of vodka with ice. He knew that he usually drank it straight up but something cold would be better to help him cool down.

He offered Viktor the glass as he sat beside him, arm around his shoulder and fingers playing in his hair. It's only a moment before he starts kissing along his jaw and up under his ear. These aren't as rough as before, sensual and passionate though there is a bit of teeth in the kisses. There's no resisting it with how aroused he is, aching for Viktor to the point he growls in the kisses. Fuck! He hadn't wanted anyone this badly in a long time.

Taking the glass of vodka with ice, the Brit downed it quickly, enjoying the burn coat his dry throat. He had made a lot of noise and that had been during his ass getting smacked by the Norwegian. It was fucking hot and felt good too. Now, it seemed Vars wanted more.

"Yeah, better than hand. Fuck, you know it."

He felt the other punk play with his hair while he rested and could still feel the slight sting to his buttocks. It was a good sting though. If anyone else tried to smack his ass Viktor would have gutted them or burnt them. Vars though? He had privilege.

"You want to fuck me now, Spikey? I know you do."

Then, Vars was kissing him once more. A little less rough than before but it felt good. The Brit pulled the Norwegian close to him with his free arm, biting Vars' earlobe and growling with lust.

Vars knew there was trust and many other things at play right now. Punks didn't submit and when they did it was a show of respect. Not only did he want Viktor but that respect was why he was taking care of him right now.

"Want for days." Vars had no problem admitting that he wanted the other punk for a long time. Not that this wasn't obvious with his painfully hard cock. The bite though got a lusty gasp from Vars as he pressed in toward Viktor. He's mindlessly aroused at this point, out of his mind for the Brit. "How you want?"

He's not so pushy though that he won't let Viktor choose what was comfortable. He couldn't be sure but behavior suggested that Viktor isn't often on the bottom so comfort would be important.

Want for days? Just how long had Vars wanted the Brit punk? Ever since they met before the bar? Viktor didn't know what to make of it so decided to say nothing since he was about to get his ass pounded by the Norwegian punk. He didn't like submitting like this usually and definitely not with a girl punk but Vars---he was something special.

"How I want? You mean how do I want to be fucked? You behind me giving it to me up the ass?"

He was still a bit awkward with the whole sex thing but knew what he wanted. It was more Viktor was a little unsure of how to tell Vars what he wanted because of his insecurities and defensive tendencies. Right now was left wide open and at the other punks mercy.

"I don't do this with most people. Fuck, it's been so long since I've been fucked up the ass."

Viktor had hit Vars like a freight train, not that he would admit it, the moment he first saw the other punk. He had shoved it away for a long time because he didn't want to deal with more fall out back home and this was going to cause fall out. Fuel for his ex, no doubt, but as he sat there playing with Viktor's hair he felt the desire to tell them all to fuck off.

"Position." He clarified though he was a little grouchy over his lack of English. The tension in Viktor made it clear that he wasn't comfortable completely. He could imagine why and didn't push.

"We go slow." Vars didn't want to hurt Viktor, well not this way. Kink was completely different than not taking your time with someone. Besides, there were plenty of other ways to rough someone up while fucking them. "Long time since I date man but..."

He was just staring for a moment while trying to think of the English words; drunk and horny make this much harder than usual. ".. I think hot when first meet. Not afraid be with man strong like me."

"Slow? Yeah, sounds good to me. I've just not---been on the bottom much before."

Viktor felt vulnerable but knew Vars would try to be gentle with him even though both punks usually enjoyed roughing each other up at bars. The sex though? This was the first time the Brit was about to be fucked by his new Norwegian lover so hoped it wouldn't sting or become embarrassing or awkward.

"You've always dated girls then? I've dates lots of punk girls some boys but mostly girls. Doesn't mean I don't like cock though otherwise we wouldn't be fucking in this limo."

He smirked slightly at Vars' words. The bassist had found the singer hot first of all? It was touching and Viktor, even though bull-headed, liked that fact. The question of lube came next. Did Vars have any on him?

"You got any lube, mate?"

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