hellfire_andfury | TFLN Continuation + Action threads

Viktor was currently leaning against the brick wall of the hotel taking a drag from a cigarette waiting for the Dane to show up. If he wanted his ass handed to him then the singer would gladly give him it. Part of Viktor guessed Rik was all talk and wouldn't show. Was he a pansy after all? The whole incident with the coke in the sugar had gone too far and now both musicians had wound each other up. There would be a scuffle. Viktor did not back down.

He took another drag and then exhaled the smoke above his head, waiting. Wearing his big, heavy spiked leather boots and leather jacket and pants, the singer looked all the punk he was. This was bullshit anyway. It was a fucking accident and the Dane had to take it all too far.

"Want to translate for me, Fluffy?"

Billy smiled fondly up at his poor beaten up lover, knowing full well that he needed some tender loving care before going to bed to rest. Gently squeezing Rik's hand, he walked to their room and opened the door closing it behind them. Sighing, he then walked towards the mini bar freezer pulling out a bag of ice, gently passing it to Rik, hoping it would be enough for now.

"You can use this for your bruises. There's plenty of ice here. Want me to kiss the bruises on your ass better?"

He wanted to make a light joke to try and cheer his Dane up a little.

"A doctor? Right. I don't need a fucking nurse."

Viktor wasn't in such a good mood because he'd been in a fight and the Dane was stronger than he had previously thought. It was more a kick in the ego more than anything else because harp boy wasn't such a pushover after all. Besides, the fight got broken up by Ziggy's old man. Moody bastard. Yet, Viktor was no fool to mess with the ex-astronaut who looked strong enough to land any young punk on their ass.

"Aren't you Weird's girl? He doesn't talk much does he? What's with those side burns too?"

He necked down some more vodka and slumped onto the bed ignoring his bruises and injured ankle from when he smashed into the large trash bin.

"I didn't think he did. The poor bloke is skinny as a bloody rake."

Mick had noticed how tall and lithe Rik was and wondered if drink and drugs would go right through him, causing his body to react in bad ways. Coke could really fuck you up if you weren't used to taking it. Mick himself remembered the first time he took it back in his late teens and got fucked up bad.

"The first time I took coke when I was a lad of about seventeen, I passed out and threw up. It took me a time to adjust. All the other lads having fun and chilling out and Mick Ronno was on the fucking toilet all night."

It was all part of growing up and the macho lad culture that existed around in his neighbourhood. To refuse would get you called a girl or a queer. Social norms once more. Sliding onto the bed next to Ziggy, he gently slid his hand up his lover's arm.

[From here.]

Let's get fucked together then! Bring that nuclean on stuff you just mentioned. Wouldn't mind trying it myself. Does it fuck you up good? Classy is for pussies. I like being a rough punk.

Edited 2021-05-31 18:41 (UTC)

You've got a snake? I've not seen yours, mate.

What type is it? Back home I've got a Burmese Python. She's a big girl at 25 feet long.

[From here.]

Viktor watched as Rekker left the keys on the table so Devon could take the car and drive Hexed and Mick around when need be. They could walk back to the apartment and tease the fuck out of each other in the process because the punk was riled up and wanting to get rough.

"Nice meeting you. See you about."

The punk nodded to Hexed and then to Mick as he then grabbed onto Rekker's ass, giving it a rough squeeze as he headed out of the club. The ginger had wound him up and the punk was spoiling for a playfight with Rekker.

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