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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[midnight_devil]

Vars knew it wouldn't be easy for the taller Brit to walk while someone much shorter was dragging him by the hair. That was the point and Vars laughed at Viktor's attempts to get loose.

Being smaller had its disadvantages, one being how easy it was to be pulled off his feet by someone taller and equally strong. This did get the punk to let go because he had to get ready to brace himself. For all he knew Viktor was about to toss him again like the table.

"Put me down, bitch." The words came grouchy and with a hard fist jab to the Brit's shoulder, even if Vars was laughing at the whole situation.

[hellfire_andfury]

"I'm not a bitch you fuck head."

Viktor was laughing because this whole thing was hot. He loved the roughness and now he was shoving Vars into the limo and barrelling into the vehicle, slamming the door behind him. He moved to jump on top of Vars on the seats, once more biting the bassist's shoulder, growling. Fuck, it was hot. Did he want to fuck the man? The Brit was shirtless, covered in a few bruises and scratch marks. He was loving it.

"You want to fuck me, hard man? Prove to me you have a big cock."

The Brit was slightly panting as he began kissing Vars roughly on the lips, biting the lower one as he finally pushed himself off the Norwegian and slammed himself back on the limo seat.

[midnight_devil]

"Be my little bitch, pretty boy." Vars shot back as he was shoved into the seats. The biting was getting to him and every one of them felt like it was pushing his heartbeat faster until it was pounding in his chest. Fick the other punk was hot and Vars wanted him.

The bassist got a handful of hair and bit back in the middle of the rough kiss. It left him gasping when Viktor finally pulled away. Vars was undeterred and scooted to sit up in the seat.

"Fine." Vars snarled in response. "You take off too, prove you man enough judge what I got."

[hellfire_andfury]

"Is that what you want, Spiky? I don't buckle easily."

With that last comment Viktor snorted in amusement but began unbelting his jeans and unfastening his pants as he shoved them down his muscular thighs. He was left in his union flag boxers which matched his small shorts and t-shirt he often wore. Being already semi-aroused, the Brit then kicked his pants towards Vars wondering what the punk would do next.

"Afraid to show your manhood, Shortie?"

It was an obvious goad as Viktor leaned towards the champagne holder on the side of the door and pulled a bottle out, biting the cork off and chugging down a few mouthfuls. Some spilled out of his mouth and ran down his mouth and onto his chest.

[midnight_devil]

"You will." Vars wasn't backing down, not after being tossed on the table. He pulled off one if his boots and threw it at Viktor while he was undressing, then slipped off the other.

"Not afraid of anything, not your tiny, girly cock." If Viktor wanted to goad, Vars would deal it back in spades. It took him a little longer to work off the belt and chains before shoving his leathers down to the floor. He has no shame, sitting there in tight black boxer briefs, completely hard. He gave Viktor a side long look while he drank from the champagne bottle. The Brit hot enough to cause the punk's cock to pulse.

"Thought punk enough to show." He snarks then slides his own briefs off. Vars has a huge scar in his thigh that shows part of the thigh muscle is gone and another long, ragged scar down the outside of his calf and knee. These were all from his bike accident.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Like fuck will I."

Viktor offered a hard stare and a tarty smirk before putting the bottle down and then kicking off his own boots, which were still attached to his feet surprisingly. Now, his eyes were on Var's tight black boxer briefs staring at his cock but also the scars down his thigh and along the calf and knee. Shit. They looked rough. A accident? Either that or someone had taken a long knife and gutted the poor bloke's leg.

"Nice scars. Even better I get to see that cock finally."

Not bad. Even through the fabric Viktor could see it was a nice shape and had a good girth to it. The Brit sitting up to slide his boxers down his legs, offering up a nice view of his erect cock now darkened with arousal, throbbing and wanting attention. He splayed his legs and then grabbed the champagne to drink more.

[midnight_devil]

He took a long look at the naked Brit beside him and his skin felt on fire from lust. His chest heaving with his breath as a moment passed of the two sitting there in the moving limo naked. The tension was too much. He's too horny and it's been too long since he had someone get this rough with him.

Vars snatched the champagne bottle out of Viktor's hands and threw it aside, maybe it shattered or spilled. Who cared? His other hand grabbed the singer's hair and yanked him into a rough kiss, biting the Brit's jawline and neck with the obvious intention of pushing him down in his back, either in the seat or on the floor.

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor felt the champagne bottle get snatched out of his hand and watched it smash into the door. Well, that was the end of that. Smirking up at the other punk, he then growled when he felt his hair being yanked once more. Fuck! Then he was being bitten along the jawline and pushed against the seat. The Brit grabbed hold of Vars' own short spiky hair and pulled the man's head back, aiming to get a few bites along his neck.

"Fuck!--"

It was all he could get out as he felt himself slip off the seat and onto the floor almost with the Norwegian landing on top of him. When was the last time he bottomed? A few years ago with this other rough punk boy. It wasn't often Viktor allowed anyone to top him. At least not without a fight.

[midnight_devil]

He didn't resist the bites like he had before, he wanted to be bitten and he gasped loudly in response to the teeth on his skin.

Falling onto the limo floor with the glass and spiked clothing probably hurt but Vars has a one track mind right now. He wants to fuck.

"Like on back?" Vars is asking what position Viktor wants while trying to pin Viktor and get on top of him. Vars might do some bottoming but not now, Viktor was so much of a bastard that it was hot to watch him give in and submit.

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor didn't care about the spiked clothes or glass on the floor because he was too wrapped up in the Norwegian now currently on top of him. He was loving it all. They were naked and wrestling on the floor of Ziggy's limo. Poor Robert might have to drive around a bit before they got back to the hotel at this rate.

"Sometimes, yeah. Do you?"

The Brit pulled Vars' hair and kissed the other punk roughly on the lips before wrapping both strong legs around the shorter man's body. Fuck. His hard cock rubbing up against Var's own one creating friction, as a soft gasp slipped out of Viktor's lips as he was now uncontrollably horny. The bastard was on top of him and wasn't letting up.

"You want to fuck me here in the limo, Spiky?"

Viktor's voice came out raspy and deep, panting slightly.

[midnight_devil]

"No." Which wasn't exactly true because he would rarely, but absolutely not tonight. Viktor had teased the bassist too much for him to want anything other than fully dominating the Brit and fucking him senseless.

The kissing got a deep growl from Vars as he pressed in, bucking his hips against Viktor after hearing that gasp.

Though he could only laugh breathlessly at the question. "Pretty boy wants fuck in limo."

He's slowly working his legs between Viktor's while they make out. Though he's finally seeing some cracks in the other punk. That submission only fuels his arousal. "Too much idiot, not notice until I bite you."

Vars had been watching the Brit for awhile and liked his attitude but he'd been more interested in showing off than seeing what anyone else was doing.

[hellfire_andfury]

"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.

[midnight_devil]

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.

[hellfire_andfury]

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.

[midnight_devil]

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.

[hellfire_andfury]

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.

[midnight_devil]

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.

[hellfire_andfury]

"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.

[midnight_devil]

"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.

[hellfire_andfury]

"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."

[midnight_devil]

"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.

[hellfire_andfury]

"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."

[midnight_devil]

"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.

[hellfire_andfury]

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.

[midnight_devil]

"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.