TFLN Continuation + Action threads

[hellfire_andfury]

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[hellfire_andfury]

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.

[riff_razor]

Rik took time if only because he had to dodge people. As the youngest of the group it was sometimes like having 3 fathers in the room watching him. He's not wearing anything special when he comes out of the emergency stairwell door into the alley. Just a tee shirt, black jeans and a pair of tennis shoes. His hair is back in a braid though, something rather unusual but he knows better.

"You ready to sit on your ass?" Rik is furious with the whole thing but he isn't backing down. Maybe the only thing good to come out of his childhood was his ability to stand up for himself without budging even in the face of violence. No one here really knew what his childhood was like, except Hunter who had hinted at suspecting it.

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor laughed at that and flicked his cigarette to the floor, crushing it out with his large boot. Glancing up at the Dane, he noticed all the big hair was pulled back in a braid. Afraid of getting his girly hair pulled? That got a small snort out of the punk. He wanted to see what the Dane could do. If he really was all mouth and no pants.

"You can go home to your Swedish cocksucking tart if you want. I know he'll kiss and make it all better for you."

He was goading the Dane, wondering if Rik would throw the first punch. That, or he'd bottle out and run away. Cracking his neck, Viktor readied himself for the other man who was a few inches shorter than him but much less built. Viktor was a brawler and prized himself on his strength.

"Are you going to hit me, princess?"

[riff_razor]

Rik didn't care if his hair was pulled. He wanted to be able to see but there was something very off about the Dane. The usually happiness and lighthearted feel was gone from his presence. There's fire in Rik's eyes and anger.

"Shows how much you pay attention if you think Hunter will be the one there after I'm done with you." Rik sighed. God, Viktor got on all of his nerves. It's true the Dane wasn't strong but he was fast and used to taking the brunt of physical violence. He stalked right up to Viktor, fearlessly.

"You probably don't have the balls in those tight pants to hit me." The taunt was flagrant and arrogant. Rik knew how to stand up to people who turned to violence. His parents trained him in that as much as anything else. "You're probably the pansy ass here. All show and no go."

for Billy and Rik

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"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.

[riff_razor]

"I asked if you were going to take care of me, you sexet britisk oprør." Any pet names the Dane was going to leave Billy hanging on. He could figure those out if he wanted.

Rik sat down on the bed and pulled off his dirty shirt. There were already ugly bruises forming around his midsection where Viktor had used his shoulder to knock him down. He probably would have bruises on his ass from that fall now that he thought about it. It was enough to make him laugh as he took the ice for his lip to get the swelling down.

"My ass is too bruised to have you kissing on it." Rik winked from behind the bad of ice. The cheering up was doing him good.

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"...Sexet---Britisk opror? Whatever that means, I'm guessing sexy British something?"

He laughed a little and watched as Rik sat down on the bed to remove his shirt. The poor guy revealing the number that Viktor had performed on his lithe body. As much as Billy liked his band leader---sometimes Viktor could be a right fucking blockhead. The whole coke thing should never have happened and the whole hotel knew this by now. The ugly bruises causing the Brit to frown.

"You poor thing. Even your ass is bruised? Let's just get you feeling a bit more comfortable."

Going over to the mini bar, Billy made up a nice cool glass of water for Rik and a small whiskey for himself. Fuck, he needed it after this. Passing the Dane his drink, he sat down and just wanted to be here for his lover.

[riff_razor]

"Rebel?" Rik starts laughing. "It's more punk or hooligan." If they were to use a UK version of the idea.

Rik was thinking about a shower to get his hair cleaned and just get the dirt and blood off. However, lifting his arms hurt a little. He's not used to fighting at all.

"He tackled me and I went down hard." He nods at the water and drinks carefully. Then sighs and glances at Billy. "Would you mind brushing out my hair? It hurts it lift my arms."

for Viktor and Gloria

[hellfire_andfury]

"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.

[drkenison]

Gloria sighed, more than used to rude men in her life. "I don't need another fucking asinine and ill behaved man in my life either, but here we are."

Gloria was used to hospital patients and, worse, men in her field who thought she didn't belong. She could handle some lip from a punk.


"I am." She acknowledged that they were dating and then frowned. "It does appear talking less keeps your face from bleeding so often."

The sassy sarcasm wasn't held back as she set her things down on the bed side table.

"Take off your shirt." It wasn't a request really. There was weight to her words and she wanted to check his ribs to make sure they weren't fractured. "And your shoes."

The swelling in the ankle caught her eyes as well.

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor sighed and removed his shirt. To be honest he hadn't expected Gloria to come around and start doting on the injured band members. Had she already been to the Dane or was he next? She had a mouth on her which the punk did have respect for. It seemed she was no wilting flower and the woman had guts talking back to the rather imposing singer.

"Fine. I just----this whole fucking mess shouldn't have happened! It was a fucking joke and harp boy took it too far."

He screwed his vodka bottle back up and chucked it to the bottom of his bed as he removed his blood encrusted t-shirt, baring his bruised torso. It wasn't that bad. At least---it didn't feel that bad to Viktor. That prick had landed a few kicks and punches but nothing serious.

"How long have you and Weird been together? I've heard him play bass on the radio. It's pretty decent. He knows how to hit the low notes just like my bassist, Joe."

Slowly, the punk was beginning to act more like a respectable human being.

[drkenison]

"It should not have." She agreed. "He came to speak to me after it happened. He was still feeling sick and from his symptoms, I think it came close to stopping his heart."

There was no accusation in her voice just the facts of the situation. The young man had came very close to needing an emergency room or losing his life. Gloria accepted that it was part of the life these people lived but it should be a choice. Though she didn't share her opinion about thinking it was wrong to take that choice from people, especially for a prank.

"I've known him for almost two months." She talks to Viktor while checking his ribs, running pressure down each one. Not only is she looking for how it feels but also his reaction. "I like music. My parents wanted me to do ballet and dance but I prefer this even if I still love music."

for Mick and Ziggy

[guitar_voodoo]

"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.

[ziggyplayedguitar]

"I heard some of what was being yelled down there." He hadn't paid attention too much but the gist of it seemed to be Viktor had given the Dane coke without him wanting it or knowing he would be taking it. Ziggy wasn't a fighter but he could understand why that might set someone to want to go after someone else. The violation of choice alone might set someone off even without any negative effects.

"My first time I got so crazy my father locked me in a room in his apartment." Ziggy laughed and turned into Mick to nestle into his chest. "I don't remember it but my dad says I couldn't sit down or stop making strange noises and it went on until I exhausted myself and passed out."

[guitar_voodoo]

"It was crazy, mate. For one moment I thought Tom was going to slug that punk or bang both their heads together. He was pissed."

Mick knew of Tom's temper but the other two didn't. There was a reason why people were told not to mess with Major Tom and that was one of them. Dragging the poor bloke out of his room at some stupid time of night to separate two brawling rock stars. Rik seemed a decent kind of bloke---committed to his boyfriend but Viktor? He needed some grounding and some manners.

"He locked you in? It sounded crazy for you, love. How about I give you a nice full body massage? You looked ready to feint a few moments ago. You looked after me when I got a cracked head. It's only fair."

He smiled lovingly and kissed Ziggy's cheek before getting up off the bed to slip out of his shoes.

[ziggyplayedguitar]

"Dad hates when people fight." Ziggy sighed and shrugged. "I think it has to do with his military service."

He didn't really know but he did know his dad reacted poorly to it. Ziggy leaned up and kissed Mick. The fighting had been stressful for the Anthean.

"I'd like that." He smiled and motioned toward his bag on the floor. "There's some nice citrus lotion in there if you want to get it."

Then Ziggy sat up and started pulling off his kimono and anything else that would be in the way. He did leave the silk shorts on though to not be too much of a tease as he laid down on his stomach in the center of the bed.

for debonairsharpshooter

[hellfire_andfury]

[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.

for itmeanstruth

[hellfire_andfury]

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.

Re: for itmeanstruth

[itmeanstruth]

Oh wow!! Kazumi’s a butter ball python. Still under four feet, but she’s not even three years old yet.

Which, isn’t tiny. But apparently still small enough to slither her way out of sight!

[hellfire_andfury]

A butter ball python? In the UK we call those Ball or Rock pythons too. Same snake though. She sounds like a cute girl.

I let mine slither around the house at will. Now she's staying at my mate's house since I got thrown out of my family home. My parents were just fucking assholes to me. It's just my mum at home now since my old man is doing time inside. Whatever. The bands are my family now.

[itmeanstruth]

I’ve heard them called royal pythons before. Not rock, though.

Yeah, butter’s her morph. It’s a pretty common one, which meant she didn’t cost an arm and a leg. (As if snakes have those, lol).

Papa jokes a lot that I take after Uncle Sasuke. He breeds snakes as a hobby. When I was a kid, getting to see him and help take care of the snakes was, hands down, the best part of going to Japan. They never once let me take one home with me, though.

for AU Rekker

[hellfire_andfury]

[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.

[rage_rekker]

Devon and the rest of Hexed were still in shock a bit over their guitarist ending up with a punk guy. they weren't rude to Viktor though and offered them both a good night. No sense in starting off on the wrong foot if they were going to have him around for awhile.

Rekker snarled at that ass grab and took a hold of the back of Viktor's jacket to shove him out the door of the bar. He's ready to start a fight especially with how much VIktor hurt him. The walk home was going to be a rowdy one for sure.

[hellfire_andfury]

"I'm going to fucking floor your ginger ass once we get back."

Viktor laughed as he was being shoved by the back of his leather jacket. The walk back to Rekker's would be fun. The punk now shoving the ginger in the guts with his elbow while biting down onto the Brit's ear. This was all in view of people walking past. Fuck them. He didn't care.

"Your band are the shit, mate. Dee and Missy fucking rock. That Mick bloke wants pussy."

The punk knew that much.

[rage_rekker]

Rekker started laughing. "You can try bitch."

Part of the fun of being with Viktor was smashing his cockiness. Rekker gave Viktor a hard slap on the ass for the bite. He deserved it.

The comment about Missy brought a frown to the ginger as he shoved Viktor away. "If he hurts her I'll skin his fucking ass."

There's a protective anger there that Rekker couldn't suppress, especially not after Missy's most recent husband.