The Terror Tour

[ziggyplayedguitar]

[Continued from here]

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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[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor was enjoying the show of strength from Vars, as both punks aimed to beat one another. Would it be a stalemate? The Norwegian was shorter but that didn't make him any less stronger than the Brit. The insults though? Viktor had to try and shake them off as he knew any weakness could cause him to lose.

"You're a pussy. Do you like it rough up the ass?"

It was a playful goad but one with serious sexual connotations as he wondered what Vars' sexual preferences were. Did he even like guys the way Viktor did? Pushing against the arm with firm strength, the Brit smirked.

[midnight_devil]

It's true that the Norwegian's arm is starting to shake but force of will is keeping it from moving anywhere despite the pain.

"Like you long haired pretty boys." Vars dealt the insults right back, smirking with a half smile. "You have pussy in pants to match your girl arms?"

Vars loved to insult others but usually it was more to fuck with people than anything meaningful or serious. He's teasing more and more as they struggle, enjoying that the Brit isn't giving up.

[hellfire_andfury]

The shake was noticeable and Viktor was smirking but he could see the Norwegian not giving up. His words just causing a snort to erupt from Viktor's lips. Fuck, did he have a pussy in his pants!

"Long hair is good on a bloke these days. Not like you, pin cushion head."

It was a playful jibe as Viktor aimed to push his opponent's arm down towards the table. He had guts and this pleased the singer. Hunter's lot weren't a bad bunch really even if they did have a man Barbie as a band leader. Keeping his eyes locked on Vars, Viktor wasn't going to give up.

"Your band leader has a fucking pussy. He's a man Barbie."

[midnight_devil]

Vars starts laughing. "Punk hair isn't for a soft girl face like yours." He was quickly picking up on Viktor's ruffling over his masculinity being poked at. "Still. You had your hands on it."


"I heard he still has balls to slap your mouth." Vars had heard all about Rik and Viktor going at it and Hunter just strolling up to bitch slap the punk.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Oh yeah? My face is pretty fucking masculine, you blond wanker."

Viktor was laughing at the Fin's comments because they were just totally untrue. It was all about putting the Brit off from his game and the singer knew this. Taunting Viktor would make him lose his cool and the arm wrestle. It was true though. He did have his hands it it.

"I'm surprised he's got any balls under all that make-up and leopard print he wears. The bloke is a fucking queen."

A strong push from the punk as he tried to gain ground on Vars, offering him a smirk.

[midnight_devil]

Vars laughs. "No. You the one wanking. Told us all in the car pretty boy all alone at night. Need a girl get you something other than your hand."

Vars really did see Ziggy as a woman. The bassist could see it, that despite being a male he wanted to be a lady and the Norwegian was just fine with that. Vars downed his drink and patted the Brit roughly on the cheek. He's warming up to him and growing fond of how defensive he gets.

"You and I get along the world just fine." Vars tells Viktor. "The femmes deal with shit from fuck mouths all day."

He's very serious as he resists the stronger push from the Brit. "The other three, my bandmates, always some drittsekk bastard gotten something to say or trying to bust them up. They get the claws out and break a man in the balls. You got from the little one few days back."

He'd seen the other three turn on people like vipers and if they all three came down on someone it was a sight to see.

[hellfire_andfury]

It was true. Viktor was the one wanking here, or jerking off, whatever. He was the odd one out without a partner aside from Zack and Joe, of course. Billy had his Dane and the other bands had their partners. Being lonely fucking sucked though and the punk yearned for company at times when he was laying in bed just drinking vodka wondering what else to do.

"Yeah? You reckon we could set the world on fire? In a fucking epic way of course."

Viktor was a pyromaniac and most knew this. Vars had probably realised that now and so far the Brit hadn't set the fire alarm off in the hotel which was an achievement. Yet. No doubt Tom would burst out of his room at stupid O'clock cursing at the punk who set his room alight pissing around making home made molotov cocktails.

"Break a man in the balls? I love doing that too, mate. We could punch some shit out of the fuckers that insult our mates. Hunter has a mean slap too."

The punk's face stang after the Swede slapped him hard. Fuck, it hurt but like hell was he going to admit that he was in pain by Hunter. Pushing with his shoulder strength, Viktor wondered how determined Vars was in this arm wrestle. The Brit wanted to wrestle soon.

[midnight_devil]

"I got fire in here." Vars patted his own chest over his heart. "I don't need bottle with wick to set the world on fire."

The Norwegian was fiery and stubborn, as Viktor was learning while trying to get him to submit in arm wrestling. Vars is tiring slowly but he's managing to keep that shaky arm upright for now. His grip on the Brit's hand starts to tighten down, almost painfully.

"Eh... teaches the fuckers they need protecting because girly are weak." Vars looked over at the trashfire Aarne and Joe are turning into behind the bar. "I bust anyone pulling a weapon but let them take the fuckers down coming with fists. Fun insulting them getting kicked by someone they think weak."

While he seemed like a simple punk, Vars thought a lot about giving the others space to back people down who turned on them for looking like women. His eyes go back to the punk across from him. "Taught you not mess with the Dane no more. Works to keep them safe."

There wasn't any insult this time, just honesty about what was best for his bandmates. If Vars had thrashed Viktor for Rik he might still mess with the Dane. Now, in Vars' mind, Viktor knew the Dane would bust him in the mouth AND Hunter and the others would join in if he acted out. It made it safer faster.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Yeah? I've got fire in here too."

Viktor slapped his chest with his free hand and smirked. So Vars had fire inside did he? This pleased the Brit, who kept up with the pressure of the arm, which was strong. The Norwegian had spunk and Viktor liked this about the other punk. He wasn't like the girly men in Hunter's band. He was more masculine and definitely Viktor's type.

"If you're wanting to bust some fucker's balls then I'm in for that too. Anyone taking a pop at Billy, Joe or Zack? They get punched and kicked. Also grabbed and thrown to the ground. I once threw a bloke across the floor like a fucking rag doll because he insulted Zack."

Poor Zack being called girly or some other shit like that. No one insulted his band members. Glancing up at Vars, Viktor moved closer so that his knees were near touching the bassist's underneath the table.

"Do you like to wrestle, Vars?"

[midnight_devil]

"I don't play pussy boy when someone pops my bandmates." Vars slapped an open switchblade down on the table beside where their arms were locked together then picks up his drink. It's old and worn but the blade looks like a razor. Vars might take a swing but if someone hit his bandmates he was highly likely to knife someone. He didn't go for kills, just pain. Places that would make a bastard think twice in the future.

Downing the last of his drink he looked over at the singer and laughed. "Can't win at the table? Want to try lose more?"

He's taunting now, teasing the other man and just smirks with a mischievous look. "Maybe pretty boy wants me to pin him and pull his hair? hmm?"

The way Viktor keeps trying to win is hot as is the fluster because he can't. Vars wouldn't mind doing something else before his arm gives out. He doesn't want to lose, especially not now.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Nor do I. Fuck do I. I'll fucking burn someone's ass if they piss about with any of my band mates. Nice knife. I've got my own one too."

He reached into the back of his jeans pocket and slapped down his own flick knife. It wasn't as old and worn as Vars' one was but it was still decent enough to cause damage. The Brit snorted in amusement and then shook his head, laughing softly. Was he about to give up? Of course not since he was winning. He could see and feel the bassist's arm begin to buckle, even if Vars didn't want to admit it.

"I was winning, mate. You want to pull my hair, you kinky fuck?"

That got a loud laugh out of the Brit who pocketed his knife once more and then stood up, grabbing the bassist by his shoulders and pulling him over the table, slamming him down with his back against the wood as Viktor jumped up and performed a wrestling move, landing with his full body on top of Vars. Of course there was an almighty crack as the table gave way and snapped almost in two, with bits flying everywhere. Laughing, Viktor straddled Vars' waist and got the Norwegian into a headlock, or was trying to.

"You like it rough, you Norwegian hedgehog?"

This was foreplay. Sort of.

[midnight_devil]

Vars isn't about to admit that he killed people in the past. He's not sure how anyone outside of his own band might react so he lets it go and laughs. "Will or do, pretty boy?"

He's testing the water now to see how much of Viktor's talk is for show. The Brit was right. He would never admit he was losing. Vars wouldn't admit anything until he actually lost and that hadn't happened yet. The Brit deserved to have his hair pulled and the Norwegian might very well like it.

He doesn't have time to say anything though before he's being yanked on to the table. All he does is laugh at the singer, even when he jumps on him. The only think that stifles the loud laughter is when the table breaks and a second passes where Vars has the wind knocked out of him from the impact.

"I bet you do." Vars continues to laugh as he shoves Viktor's arm away to avoid the headlock. His other hand coming up and grabbing nearly all of the hair at the back of Viktor's head. One hard, swift pull and the Brit is coming off to find himself on his back in the wreckage of the table. Vars putting his weight into making sure the taller man stays down. Being stockier had some advantages on the ground that he wasn't above taking advantage of while they struggled. He's definitely working to pin the Brit and he would agree that this is getting to feel like foreplay.

[hellfire_andfury]

Even if he did admit to killing people, Viktor would just shrug and think Vars was a tough guy for doing so. They were both punks and sometimes things got dangerous when others carried knives and fire was involved. At least this was the life Viktor had known ever since being expelled from school. He was a drop out and a delinquent. The phrase being used a lot by his parents over the years.

Laughing, the Brit felt the Norwegian grab a load of his hair and pull. Fuck, that stang but Viktor loved it. Rough foreplay like this really got him going as he growled and then bite down roughly on Var's collarbone, aiming for a knee kick to the other man's solar plexus. Wrestling with some dirty fighting thrown in.

"Like it rough, do you?"

Grunting with effort, Viktor grabbed hold of Var's hands in his thrusting them back behind his head, aiming to pin the man's arms above his head. It was all very sexual and everyone could see what was going on.

[midnight_devil]

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.

[hellfire_andfury]

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.

[midnight_devil]

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.

[hellfire_andfury]

"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.

[midnight_devil]

"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.

[hellfire_andfury]

"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.

[midnight_devil]

"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.

[hellfire_andfury]

"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.

[midnight_devil]

"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.

[hellfire_andfury]

"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?"

[midnight_devil]

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.

[hellfire_andfury]

"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.