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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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."

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"Bite me, bitch."

Viktor just smirked at the Dane's words and chuckled in amusement. He was asking for it. This much was obvious as he moved quickly, aiming to grab Rik's neck in a headlock. He wanted to get the man where he wanted him so he could knuckle into that head of his. It was a dirty move but one that Viktor had grown up using on other boys his age. The streets could be a cruel and unforgiving place. If the headlock failed then he would try to kick Rik's legs from under him, aiming to jump on him and pin him down.

Either way it was what Viktor wanted.

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"I wouldn't if you paid me."

Rik didn't shy away from being grabbed. Once Viktor had a firm grip Rik grabbed his leg and hefted him right off the ground. Years of moving pianos and carrying harps had an advantage. The Dane had an incredibly strong body for his apparent size. He's also quick and doesn't mess around. With a fight you get in, get done and move on.

He's carrying Viktor right toward the brick wall. If the Brit wanted to play dirty the Dane was going to follow suit and bash him right into the wall if he didn't let go.

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"Slut."

Viktor spat out and then laughed when he felt those long arms actually pick him up. Not bad. So the Dane did have some strength in him after all. Then, he was being carried towards the brick wall. Not letting go, Viktor wanted to prove that he was used to pain, having played with fire nearly all his life. Getting burned was part of it all. Go ahead and bash him, Rik.

He grunted and aimed a kick at one of Rik's knees to try and get the younger man to buckle. Then it would be easier for the bulkier man to jump on his back and grab around his waist.

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Rik kept going. The kick came and it was as if the Dane didn't feel it at all. The sad truth of his past is that it left him numb to pain and some of it was literally due to bodily damage. Most of it was just not caring. He stumbled a little and paused to get balance.

His tactics re-evaluated he shoved the Brit against the wall and then buried his head onto his throat and started to push. Rik was much lighter than Viktor and could probably be shoved away but Rik didn't want to injure him too much. Choking him out seemed more humiliating anyway.

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The kick didn't seem to do much which pissed of Viktor even more as he was shoved against the wall, letting out a loud "oof" noise at the impact. It was then he felt himself being pushed against the wall with Rik's head pushing against his throat. Shit. He began to cough and splutter, as he grabbed hold of the Dane's shoulders, shoving them away as he tried to get his breath.

Viktor, aiming a punch at the younger man's jaw just to get him away. The bloke had strength and this surprised the singer. He wasn't finished with Rik yet, since he hadn't even landed a blow on him.

"Fuck----"

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It was a matter of weight that sent the Dane stumbling backwards. He was just getting his footing from the shove when he was hit in the face. It sent him a couple steps farther but he shook it off despite the blood in his mouth.

It busted his lip but Rik's eyes went empty when he stared at Viktor. Some of the white hair had come free of the braid. "What are you a fucking pansy. My mother hit me harder than that you little bitch."

It was an insult but someone with Viktor's background might see the rage behind it. The coldness in his eyes, the way he just didn't care about being hit. It wasn't uncommon in people that grew up with physical abuse. The fighting and why, the disregard for the injury Viktor did to him, sent the Dane raging with hate and pain. Rik is furious as he heads right toward at Viktor while wiping away the blood, smearing it on the white skin of his chin.

"Jeg smadrer dit ansigt.." The words come out a growl and Rik is coming in fast with the desire to just pound Viktor's face bloody. The Brit definitely has weight and strength on the guitarist but he was faster.

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Viktor spat on the floor as he could taste blood in the back of his mouth where Rik had pushed his head against the singer's windpipe. So, he wanted a real fight? The punk would give him one but he frowned at the words around Rik's mother hitting him? He was beaten as a kid? So was Viktor but the cold glare he got from the Dane wasn't one during a scuffle between two men. The man looked seething with rage.

"I can't understand you, you daft bastard."

The blood on his pale features caused Viktor to wonder just how strong Rik really was. At the minute he looked like he wanted to deck the singer in. Steeling himself, he aimed a dodge and aimed to try and get the Dane on the ground so he could hook both arms around him and wrestle him to the ground.

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"Would it matter if you could?" Rik missed because skill matched for his speed but the Dane turned on a dime so he couldn't get caught. These skills at least came from something less traumatic, the teasing and tickling from his bandmates who picked on the younger man and his stage antics.

Rik is not a violent man but the anger and pain, and honestly fear about what happened was sending him over the edge. He might calm down if Viktor was such an ass about it. "You almost fucking killed me and it was your own guitarist watching to make sure I kept breathing. It isn't a damned game when you are fucking with whether someone else stays alive."

Rik is feeling the pain in his mouth and it is breaking through the rage a little. He just wants to walk but he won't because he can't stand by and let this kind of thing just go on.

*****

Upstairs, Ziggy stops where he is and just slumps over. He can feel the rage and the pain paired with fear and a whole other swirl of emotions. "Mick!" His voice is high and scared. He doesn't know what is happening or where but he knows the emotions are connected to people he knows.

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Viktor just shrugged and held a defensive pose because he wasn't sure what the Dane's next move would be. He was fast and agile and that put the singer at a disadvantage yet his pride and ego would be bruised more than anything. This whole fight just seemed to be an outlet for Rik to vent his rage at Viktor for his stunt with the coke in the sugar bowl.

"I wasn't trying to kill you, Rik. I'm no murderer, even if people think I'm a fucking waste of space rebel punk kid. Just like my own father thought I was. I ran away from home, got into a gang, evaded police. This is the only life I've known and you have to be tough on the streets. The coke thing---it was just meant to send people on a crazy high. Not kill them."

He spat out some more blood and walked right up to the Dane. Maybe he did deserve the punch because he could have actually killed someone. It was a fucking stupid move but he hadn't intended for it to go this far. Rolling his eyes, he knew this had to be done because otherwise he'd feel shit about it.

"Punch me. Maybe I did deserve it for being a fucking idiot. Just----hit me."

He resigned himself to be at the Dane's mercy.

*******

Mick immediately got up to find Ziggy after hearing the worried voice from the Anthean. He was by his side holding onto his lover's shoulders, concerned. What was going on?

"Love, what's wrong?"

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Rik started toward Viktor again. "It doesn't matter what you were trying to do. It matters what actually happened. You almost caused me to die. You'd have worse shit on your plate if I hadn't survived."

Rik had thought about it, imagined the way Viktor's band could have blown up if his stunt had actually caused a death. Imagined Hunter beating him. He had thought about it in the time after he woke up terrified and he realized how close he was to dying.

He looked up the few inches between the two of them when Viktor got up in his space. There was blood trickling out of his mouth and he was tense, fists clenched to the point it felt like they were drawing blood. The words come cold and even more accented than usual.

"You think you're the only one who had it bad?" The coldness was back in the Dane's blue eyes. "You can't run away when you're eight and you're thrown across the room for a wrong note or know you're going to get beaten after every time you play in public. You just injure people and act like you've got the right to do it and take no responsibility. If I wanted to be around someone who didn't care if they killed me I would have stayed home with my parents."

Rik spit blood in Viktor's face and shoved him with all his strength. He wasn't going to punch him, not when he tried to get in his face and goad him into it.


**

Ziggy leans against Mick and shakes his head. "I don't know. Someone's getting hurt. I can feel it."

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"It was a fucking accident you wanker! I didn't want anyone to die. Get it in your thick skull you, idiot. Fuck---I had no idea you nearly died or anything."

Viktor felt anger coming back up because fuck---how was he supposed to know the stupid Dane would eat it and not be able to handle it. Then he was telling Viktor about his shit childhood. It seemed both men shared something in common. Growling, the singer just frowned at Rik and then felt the blood spat in his face.

"Fuck..."

He wiped it off his face with his sleeve and went barrelling into Rik, determined to knock the wind out of him. He yelled out in anger as he went to grab the Dane's waist, pushing him to the floor.

***

"People getting hurt? Where? We need to find them because it's making you ill, love."

The concern on Mick's face was obvious as he went to the nearest hotel window and tried to see what might be causing it. If it was outside or inside.

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"Accidentally? You put the coke in there on purpose. It isn't my thick skull that didn't think that through. It was yours." Rik was not going to back down. Viktor missed the whole point of everything. He still wasn't seeing anything he caused, wasn't sorry about it. At least not sorry for it in any way Rik could see or understand. In Rik's mind that one stupid action had a cascade attached to it that the singer simply appeared to brush off.

The tackle came expected and Rik hauled back and punched Viktor right in the cheek bone as they went down. The slam into the ground hurt and caused Rik to cough as his breath went. Any defusing that had happened when they stopped going at each other was lost.

Rik used his smaller size and flexibility to start maneuvering to get his knees between himself and the singer. He was going to kick the hell out of him if he got the opportunity.

**

Ziggy shook his head and started holding his head like he had a migraine. "It's... someone I know. Check on everyone."

As his mind started wrapping around the empathy he realized it might be one of the band members getting jumped for appearances or anger over how they lived. It was the first and only worry Ziggy had.

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"Yeah, it was supposed to be a joke for my band. We all take coke so I knew it wouldn't affect them. How was I supposed to know you nearly died on it?"

Viktor was tired of trying to explain himself sine Rik couldn't see his side of it. Yeah, he was sorry the guy nearly did because that would be shit. The last thing he wanted was a dead bloke on his conscience. The Dane was just angry and Viktor was angry too. This wasn't going to solve itself.

The punch to the right cheek bone got a grunt of pain from the larger man but he held his own. No way was he going to get beaten by a fucking poncy Dane who played the harp. Fuck this! Viktor aimed a headbash to Rik's chest, if he could get close enough.

***

"Right. I'll check on Gilly just in case that bitch is fighting with someone."

Mick knew it wasn't Gilly's way to fight physically. It was more the other bands fighting with each other since Viktor's lot seemed a bit rough. Maybe they were fighting with Hunter's lot.

"That Viktor's lot are a bit rough. Do you reckon it might be one of them?"

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"You would have known if your head wasn't up your ass and you paid attention to your own band." Rik spat the words out. Everyone, as far as Rik knew, that was in the group was aware he barely drank or did drugs and he had been shacked up in his guitarists room for near on two weeks.

On the ground he was squirming and trying to get his knees between them. Once he got one wedged between them, the Dane started shoving the Brit away with his knee while trying to get the other in the way too. He hauled back to punch Viktor in the face again. Now he was fighting not just for anger but because he was pinned down and vulnerable.

**

Ziggy was helpless and shrugged to Mick while working on trying to get back up. "I don't know. There are too many people in the hotel for me to tell who exactly."

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"Piss off, you wanker!"

It was all Viktor could get out as he was now wrestling on the floor with Rik, grunting and growling in anger. He knew what went on in his band but he wasn't some voyeur who stuck his head into other people's rooms, finding out who was sleeping with who. He knew Billy liked the Dane but didn't know they were seeing each other.

He felt the knee come up and went to grab Rik's leg, hoping to stop it from kicking him in the face. The punch came and it hit Viktor in the ear as he turned his head. Fuck. Swearing under his breath, he went to slug the Dane in the face as an equal comeback. Viktor's head was ringing but fuck if he was going to give up because he got a bloody face. Getting up he near lost his footing as he stumbled backwards and crashed back into a large wheeled rubbish bin.

***

Mick felt equally as helpless because he couldn't find out where the fight was coming from and it could be anywhere in the whole fucking hotel. Shit. He then heard something from the back of the hotel. A noise? It sounded like a rubbish bin being disturbed. Or someone being pushed against it?

"Ziggy----I think something's going down behind the back of the hotel."

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Rik couldn't dodge being hit because he was on his back, on the ground. However, between the kicking and Viktor's own desire to get away the Brit was stumbling away. As Viktor stumbled, Rick rolled onto his belly and Kicked at the singer's ankle as hard as he could.

Then he was scrambling to get on his feet. His own head spinning and needing to shove his hair out of his face as it came loose from the braid.

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Ziggy nodded because he heard it too.

"I can't make the elevator." He wished he could but he would faint for sure right now. "Get my dad and some of the others. Go find out what is going on."

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The kick was felt by the singer who swore and growled in pain as he grabbed hold of the bin's lid, aiming to do a wrestling move to jump onto Rik with all his weight. Viktor had been in street brawls before and this was no different. As the Dane got to his feet, the singer got his balance and aimed a punch to his opponent's gut.

***

Mick knew he had to act to stop Ziggy from feeling dizzy and sick. Any act of violence made the Anthean ill and the blond was out of his mind with worry. Pressing a kiss to Ziggy's cheek, he nodded and quickly left the room to find Tom and rally some of the others to help in the search.

"Hey, lads? Come and help! There's a fight going down at the back of the hotel. We need to stop it!"

Banging on all the doors, Mick hoped some of them would come to help. Gilly shoved the door open half-dressed and Hunter came out behind wearing his pyjamas. He frowned and gently pushed Gilly back inside with a kiss. He would be coming to help. Weird also stepped out into the hallway hearing Mick's voice, wondering what was going on. He would also come and help Ronno.

Billy, well he was coming up to Mick wondering what was going on. A fight? Shit. Viktor's lot? It had to be. Either that or some thug was attacking one of the band members. He nodded to Mick and went to help.

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Rik didn't usually fight but he wasn't about to get punched again. Shaking his head to clear it, he set to get away from Viktor's reach.


"You coming to hit me again you bitch?" Rik taunted as he tensed to get away when the singer inevitably came at him.

****

Tom heard all the racket and came out in the hall. He's dressed and grouching. Of course there is a fight. Rolling his eyes, Tom walks to the elevator and presses the button while everyone else gets themselves together. He's going to knock some heads if he has to deal with the police.

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"I'm not the bitch here."

Viktor snorted in laughter and spat out some blood from the back of his mouth onto the floor. Fuck if he was going to lose to a lanky Dane who played the fucking harp! Cracking his neck, he aimed a swing at Rik's face once more, oblivious of all the people now descending upon them from the hotel.

****

Mick's heart was pounding in his chest as he got into the elevator with Tom, Billy and Hunter. Shit. Someone was fighting--or rather, two people were fighting at the back of the hotel and it had to be stopped. Ziggy was suffering. Tom looked pissed and he had every right to be. As the elevator came to a halt at the bottom of the stairs, everyone piled out and moved to where the disturbance was.

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Rik was up and stable enough to dodge. His speed and slender build making it a bit easier. He moved to shove the singer away. While he wanted to punch the hell out of Viktor, the Dane had no desire to be hit again. He already had blood dripping from his mouth.

*****

Tom was pissed. The drunken sex and loudness was one thing but fighting was a whole other deal. He came out the fire exit door into the alley ans didn't care who the hell was fighting.

"What in the bloody fucking hell are you doing?" His voice steely enough to cut through anything once he realized it was the bands fighting. Fucking hell!

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The dodge caused the singer to frown because the Dane was too fucking quick. There was no way he could land another blow when his opponent was being so fast. Then, Viktor heard the fire escape open and the yelling. Fuck, it was Ziggy's old man! He turned and wiped his own bloody mouth with the back of his hand.

"We're having a scuffle, nothing else. Harp boy over here wanted to take a hit at me."

His chest was heaving from exertion and his ankle, face and legs ached but he didn't care. The anger overrode any rational thought from the punk's mind.

Hunter gasped when he saw Rik in such a state and swore softly in his native tongue. Mick just frowned and felt anger rise in him. These two having a fucking fight and causing Ziggy to almost pass out. Jesus. Billy though, he looked shocked and angry at the whole thing. He ran towards his Dane and pulled him into a hug, pulling out a cloth to wipe at Rik's face.