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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[bangingthe_hellouttayou]

"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."

[hungercity_hellhound]

"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.

[bangingthe_hellouttayou]

"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.

[hungercity_hellhound]

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.

[bangingthe_hellouttayou]

"Ok, let's go. I'll just follow you since I don't know my way around New York much."

He'd only been to a few bars and things with the others but no where else really. Zack preferred to practice on his drums when everyone else was either getting trashed in their rooms on booze or fucking each other. Now he had Damien, he knew he could spend more time with the other man. It was exciting.

Watching Damien check in with Jack, he nodded, knowing they'd need actual money. As for the whole ID issue...well, they'd have to try and get around it. Dodging the law was something Zack knew he'd probably have to do a lot with someone like Damien.

"Thanks for this---for taking me out. It's just been a while since I've dated a boy."

[hungercity_hellhound]

"It's a fairly long walk. I'm sure there will be something."

Damien couldn't imagine not finding at least a late night Cafe or resturant along the way.

That comment about dating as they stepped on the elevator got a full raised brow from the Dog. Were they dating? Not that he minded because the drummer was definitely cute enough to date.

"I haven't taken anyone out in a long time." Damien frowned a little. The last actual date was with the woman the Ministry wanted him to breed with. That had ended poorly. Hopefully this would go better. It certainly couldn't go worse.

[bangingthe_hellouttayou]

Was it a date? Zack guessed it was? Since he was now joining Damien on a late night walk through New York city looking to head to a bar or cafe. That's what couples did, wasn't it? The young drummer had only taken out boys younger than him or his age to burger joints, nothing fancy, so this was one step above the usual dates.

"The last time I went on a date was with a boy at music school when I was around 19 or so. We ate burgers and then went to the cinema."

After that they went back to Zack's house to play a few video games on tv and then they made out on the bed. They got naked after that but there wasn't any anal sex since it was just cuddling and some foreplay. Zack hadn't really fucked anyone properly before.

[hungercity_hellhound]

"My last date was..... tragically bad." He didn't want to talk about it. The repercussions had been immediate because he was in Ministry housing. As soon as he refused they would have come for him but he had told her why he refused when she thought it was because something was wrong with her. That had sealed his fate as far as the Ministry was concerned. He held tighter to Zack's hand as they stepped out on to the street.

"Are you hungry?" The older Dogs were used to going hungry so Damien rarely realized he was hungry until he was woozy or started getting a headache.

[bangingthe_hellouttayou]

"It was? Oh."

Zack could tell Damien didn't want to talk about it so decided to pursue the matter any further. There was no point trying to if it irritated the older man or brought back bad memories for him. So instead, he squeezed Damien's hand, looking up at him and offering a sheepish smile.

"Uh yeah I am actually. It's been ages since I've eaten anything and I've had booze."

Having beer always made Zack peckish so if they could find somewhere to eat together that would be even better.

[hungercity_hellhound]

"I was taken to prison." Damien shrugs because he really didn't want to talk about it but then he also wanted to be open with Zack. For right now it was an inner conflict that kept him quiet. Maybe some other time.

"Let's look for somewhere." Damien pauses on the street to look at the signs and wracks his mind for a minute to try and remember store fronts. Then he turns down one of the streets to head West toward the hotel. "What do you like to eat?"

Damien was an adventurous eater since they ate what they could get most of the time.

[bangingthe_hellouttayou]

"You were? That's rough. I probably shouldn't ask why. Viktor is always getting locked up or arrested for his arson and burning stuff. He's nearly killed men in the past too when getting into fights."

Zack had been told the stories by Billy and Joe because Viktor didn't like talking about getting arrested or spending the night in the cells. It had happened but more in his past before he created the Hell's Angels. The drummer himself hadn't been caught or arrested. Yet.

"I graffiti but I've never been caught by the police. They're slow bastards. Oh--uh, I don't mind. I like pizza, burgers that sort of thing. Never really eaten in fancy restaurants before."

He was pretty easy going where food was concerned.

[hungercity_hellhound]

Damien almost stops walking, his steps hitching as he glances over at Zack with a frown pulling deeply in his expression before he sighs. He wanted to be honest but the whole situation still filled him with terror. "When I was still with the Ministry, the government wanted to breed me so they had me take this woman out."

He just shoves his hands in his pockets and starts walking again. "I wouldn't have sex with her because I don't like women so I was sent to be tortured until I forgot who I was and could be used, or died."

It wasn't that he disliked women as people but sex with them was something else. He had tried many times because he knew, more than any, that death waited for someone who was a sexual deviant. Damien wanted to leave the thoughts of his past behind him but he couldn't hide it, wouldn't lie about it. Eventually he would have to tell Zack either now or later.

"Let's see what we can find to eat." Damien pushes a smile and his thoughts behind him. A heavy breath is exhaled before he reaches out and takes Zack's hand in hopes that it will dispel the memories before they take hold.

[bangingthe_hellouttayou]

"They wanted to breed you? It makes you sound like animals. That's so wrong, mate. I'm sorry."

Zack slipped an arm around Damien's shoulder and squeezed as they walked. That was fucking rough. What kind of bastards were these Ministry? Whoever they were Zack hated them with a passion already for fucking so many people over, forcing them to have sex with people they didn't want to. Damien included.

"Yeah, let's find a good place that does epic food. Usually, I'm too skint to buy anything myself. My mates buy me burgers and stuff. Before joining the Hell's Angels I was a poor bugger."

He laughed a little and smiled shyly at the hand hold.

[hungercity_hellhound]

"I was bred by them to be in their military." Damien shrugs but those arms felt good around his neck. He tried to put all of that behind him and smiles. "I'm not sorry I was born and I bet you aren't either."

The open flirting is irresistible at this point; both because he's trying to forget and Zack is hot as hell.

"I steal everything I eat." Damien laughed and tugged at Zack's hand. "If I remember there's a good seafood place up on the next block and we can get some Sake."

Damien remembered the old signs in his New York. Assuming this one was close then the same restaurants should exist, maybe. Oh, this drummer was so shy and cute. He was going to have to thank Jack for this introduction.

[bangingthe_hellouttayou]

"I don't like the word bred. Sounds like they force you to live your life how you don't want. That's fucking wrong to me."

Zack didn't often get angry much but this? Hearing Damien explain about how the Ministry forced him to breed with women when he didn't want to and be bred for the military. It was all bullshit to the drummer who cared for Damien a great deal.

"I've stole a few times when I was a kid but nothing major. Seafood? Awesome. I like sushi but I've not tried Sake yet."

All the new sights and sounds of New York were opening up Zack's eyes to the world. The bustling metropolis was huge and intimidating but he was glad to be with the Dog who was much more street smart than the Northern UK kid.

[hungercity_hellhound]

"I was brought up brainwashed like everyone around me." Damien frowned and shrugged. "I'm one of the lucky ones that escaped."

Damien was street smart in a way that wasn't quite necessary here and in some ways he wasn't street smart at all. People were staring at the two long haired men holding hands as they walked down the street. They might well get confronted just like they would in England.

"I don't remember what they serve there." Mostly because the place was an empty husk in Damien's world.

[bangingthe_hellouttayou]

"Brainwashed? Shit---that's just unbelievable in this day and age. I guess our worlds really are different. How about I make this world fun for you? I mean we've got each other so fuck the Ministry?"

He smiled and giggled a little because he was now blushing. Why did he always have to blush around the taller man? Jack was good for setting them up like this it was just Zack was woefully inexperienced. As they walked the Brit noticed the stares as they held hands. Fuck. So many eyes. Averting his eyes downwards, Zack felt a little uncomfortable at all the staring.

"They're staring at us, mate."

Social norms were the same in every country almost it seemed. Fuck them. Zack hoped no one would hurl insults or trash at them or something. He'd seen that happen to some of his gay friends and it was painful to watch.

[hungercity_hellhound]

Damien smiled a little as the drummer pulled him out of darker thoughts.

"You could be my fun." The outright flirting came with a mischevious smile and wink.

Damien hadn't noticed the staring too much, not until it was mentioned.

"Fuck them." Damien stared right at a group looking at them, raised a middle finger and then turned midstride to kiss Zack right on the lips. They could all fucking suck it. The Ministry had wanted him dead for liking young men and he wasn't about to take the same shit here.

[bangingthe_hellouttayou]

"I---can?"

Zack didn't have time to respond because Damien was giving the idiots staring the middle finger. Then, he was kissing the drummer on the lips. Oh god. The Brit knew this wasn't usual behaviour for two men out in the open, even in somewhere as cosmopolitan as New York. How did they treat gay men here? Was it as bad as back home in the UK? The kiss felt so good though as Zack pulled a little on Damien's long hair before breaking off, blushing prefusely.

"Yeah....fuck them. That felt really nice. I've never kissed a boy in public before."

His heart was hammering fast in his chest and then Zack felt a newspaper being tossed towards him, hitting him on the back. A group of men close by were glaring at the two, one drinking coffee and the other smoking. The other chucking his newspaper at Zack. Uh-oh. The drummer became very nervous.

"Fucking queer cocksuckers. Go and get your STIs somewhere else, you fags."

Zack frowned at the slur, wondering why they called him and Damien cigarettes.

[hungercity_hellhound]

"I'll kiss you anywhere."

The flirting kept up but then Damien's eyes came up full of fire. Zack might feel the change in his body language as he let go of Zack's hand and started moving around him to get between the men and Zack.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Damien's voice has lost all the warmth and playfulness he had speaking to Zack. It was cold with a military clip to it, the voice he learned while serving the Ministry.

"I dare you to repeat it."

[bangingthe_hellouttayou]

The mood changed and Zack was now a little scared because Damien's words were cold and cutting while facing off the men. He knew about the Dog being in the military but had no idea just how skilled and trained Damien actually was. Would he punch the blokes in the face? Zack would but he didn't like confrontation so felt a little useless right now.

"Fucking. Fags. Both of you. You pretty tall boy who looks likes girl and shortie here. Kissing and holding hands in the street. You're fucking sick."

The men laughed with each other as the coffee drinking one then downed his drink and then kicked the empty coffee cup at Zack. It went high, hitting him on the knee. Feeling anger coarse through his veins the drummer kicked the cup away and glared at the man.

"Fuck you, you wanker. Leave Damien alone."

[hungercity_hellhound]

"You were the one staring at us." Damien mocked them openly. He knew people underestimated him because of his build and used that as an advantage.

It was his reflexes that got people, tall and lanky and used to running and fighting against the odds. Damien had been walking toward them and now there was intent. Whomever was the closest got it; a sharp jab to the temple, enough to drop someone where they stood in many cases. If nothing else he wore several rings that would make it hurt like hell. Damien is tense, watchful and not at all afraid to brawl. He did it as a job everyday.

[bangingthe_hellouttayou]

Zack went wide-eyed when Damien started punching. Oh shit. The drummer took a few steps back because he didn't know what to do except allow the Dog to vent his anger at these bastards. They fucking deserved it. But the cops? Someone might call them and that wouldn't be good. The first man fell after the jab to the temple and the others seemed a little put off but one thought he'd try his luck and aim a punch at Damien's jaw.

A stupid mistake and even Zack could see the bloke was hopelessly slow compared to Damien's fast reflexes.

"Shit---Damien---the cops. Someone might call on them. Let's get out of here. These losers aren't worth our time."

Zack didn't see another one coming up behind the drummer to tug on his long hair, laughing and giving it a hard tug. Fuck, that hurt! The Brit went to shove the guy away from him but the man had a good grip on the long curls.

"Girly boy here is a pussy! Look at his gay hair."

[hungercity_hellhound]

Damien dodged and stepped back laughing at how slow they were. Taunting people until they got mad and messed up was a Dog tactic even at home. They could rile people up.

He heard the change in Zack's breathing and turned but only to the side, not daring to put his back to the other two. And he sees red instantly, anger boiling up. Those same reflexes pull the small revolver, cocking the hammer as he drew.

"Let go or die." He's not fucking around either as his eyes shift from the guy holding Zack's hair to the other two. He wouldn't hesitate to shoot them and it shows as his finger slides down over the trigger. Damien means business and has blotted out the people on the street who screamed and gasped at the sight of a drawn gun.

[bangingthe_hellouttayou]

Oh shit this was bad. Damien had a gun. A real fucking gun and Zack was now aiming a kick to the guy's shin which connected, causing him to howl in pain and let go of the Brit's hair. Zack moved away and then shoved the bloke who had pulled his hair. He wasn't often physical but this? This was needed. His eyes then shot straight to the gun in Damien's hand. He was terrified.

"Damien---let's go. It's not worth it, mate. These bastards are scum. The gun---put it away before someone gets hurt for real."

The drummer was shaking a little out of fear and adrenaline because he'd never dated anyone like Damien before. A man who wielded a real gun and wasn't afraid to use it. Pulling on the Dog's arm slightly, Zack watched as the men backed off, hands in the air and then turned to run in the opposite direction. Fuck.

"Oh fuck---"