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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"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."

Through all the noise and people Zack still managed to jump a little when he felt that hand slide around his hip. Oh. Instantly he turned and slid a hand into Damien's, just to feel a little more secure around all the people in the club. Zack was never much of a social guy compared to the rest of the Angels so was a little out of his depth here.

"You managed to get in then. I suppose I shouldn't ask how. Thanks for the soda though."

Smiling shyly, he held his soda up and took a sip. All the eyes staring towards him and his tall friend got Zack a little more self conscious about his surroundings but tried to ignore it. The Dog was tall and imposing so of course others were about to stare. Pressing himself a little more into Damien, he looked up through his mass of curly hair and blushed.

"I climbed the outside of the building." Damien whispered close to his ear. The Dog leaned in and wrapped his other arm around Zack's waist. It felt good to hold him though Damien's mind was starting to imagine things a little less innocent than a hug.

"Should we go out and dance?" He's watching the people out on the floor, grinding against each other in time with the thumping music.

"Climbed? That takes some skill. You're like a sexy spider."

Zack just giggled at his rather silly comment but none the less wanted to spend this night with Damien doing things that rock stars and young men should do. Going to clubs, dancing and having fun. Didn't Damien want a drink first though before they went out onto the hot dance floor?

"Do you want a drink first or shall we dance? I don't mind waiting a bit."

He was still very shy with all the people around, since he didn't have his drum kit to hide behind this time. Usually, the crowds are way back in the stands too and not right up close. Here everyone was either dancing, making out or being intimate in a corner somewhere. Zack's eyes are immediately pulled to Damien's naked chest which had a shirt on earlier. Maybe he was feeling hot? The drummer wanted to touch it as he slipped a palm against the Dog's toned chest.

The name got a laugh from the Dog as he wrapped his arms around tighter to stroke the drummer's torso, leaning closer to his back. "You're sexy too."

The longer he was around the more that felt true. The young musician was everything Damien liked and he knew Jack was well aware of this.

"I can't." Damien didn't much care because he wasn't a drinker. "I don't have an ID."

The Dog was watching the dance floor and the way the people were grinding on each other to the beat. The idea of pressing his body against the drummer and making out like the people under the hot lights got a long sighed breath from Damien. The touch to his bare skin of his chest quickened his breath. He's not shy about anything and leans in to kiss the side of Zack's neck.

"Let's dance." Damien smiled but he could already feel the fluttering of arousal thinking about how close he was about to be with the drummer.

"Thanks, mate. It means a lot to me that you've brought me to this club. It's a nice place."

Zack was nervous but was trying to hide his nerves by smiling shyly under his long curly hair. Damien seemed to be far more confident than him in this kind of setting as he felt the kiss to the side of his neck. Oh. That felt nice and it tickled slightly as the drummer blushed even harder and giggled softly. Not wanting to be a complete idiot, Zack slipped both hands onto Damien's waist and held them there so that they could dance.

"I've not danced with many boys at all so sorry if I tread on your feet."

Glancing around he noticed the other couples being much closer to one another and it got him panicking a little. What if Damien wanted more and Zack wasn't ready? The idea of running away was cowardly but his flight instinct always kicked in when he couldn't deal with a situation. Not wanting to ruin their evening, he smiled up and kissed Damien's lips softly and then nuzzled into the Dog's neck, as they danced slowly.

"You said we were going on a date." Damien was still amused by the fact that they had just met and Zack had called this a date.

The hands on his waist felt good. Damien slowly tugged Zack closer, wanting them to be pressed in close.

"You're a drummer." Damien gave some encouragement. "Follow the beat and my body. You'll get the hang of it."

Right now, Damien wasn't thinking of much other than feeling a bit of spark and a whole lot of attraction. The Dog wrapped his arms around the drummer's waist and pulled him in even closer until their bodies were pressed together but he didn't hold too tightly. He slowly started to move so that Zack could get into the groove of the music. Damien knew how to dance, mixed with his flexibility and athleticism he could grind dance easily. The pace more sensual than sexual at the moment.

"I did, didn't I? Well, this is a good date, mate. With good company."

Zack already loved being close with the Dog and Jack obviously knew they would both click together. The slow dancing and grinding was hot and the drummer looked down to Damien's feet then back up to his handsome face. Even in the flickering club lights he looked so hot and sexy. No wonder other dancers were shooting glances at the pair now and then. Getting the hang of the beat, Zack easily got into a good rhythm, holding onto Damien's waist and moving a hand up so he could bury his fingers in that long hair.

"This is nice. Just the two of us like this."

Feeling the heat of the dance floor and the lights, Zack's face was nearly on fire due to the blushing and everything mixed on top.

"I wouldn't want anyone else on the dance floor for company." Damien couldn't resist flirting as the drummer started to move against him. The touch felt so good that Damien gasped as his head pressed into Zack's hand. Who cared who else was looking? He met that admiring gaze and leaned in to press their lips together.

"Do I get more time alone with you after tonight?" Damien whispered as he pushed his hands up into the back of Zack's hair. Those curls were the devil's work for how much he wanted to touch them.

"I wouldn't want anyone with you either. That would be awkward."

Not only that but was Zack wanting Damien to be his? Almost....possessive in a way? It would seem so as he stuck close to the taller man, holding him as they danced in time with the beat of the music. Others were doing the same with their lovers so it made the drummer feel at ease as he leant up and kissed Damien's lips lightly. Giggling softly, he felt some of his awkwardness melt away.

"Do you want that? I'd love for you to come back to my hotel room, mate. We could chill and relax."

Whatever Damien wanted really. Even though they'd only met a few hours ago at the bar, Zack wanted the Dog to be his close friend---no, boyfriend. He wanted Damien to be his boyfriend and that got his heart really pounding.

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