When the World Comes Crashing Down

[hellfire_andfury]

The phone call wasn't the one he wanted to hear. His mother had just called the hotel and Viktor had picked up the call and heard it all. His old man had gone to prison for up to ten years. Fuck. Fuck it all. He just said goodbye to his mother on the phone then near smashed the whole thing against the bedroom wall. Viktor wasn't good at dealing with shit like this and even though he didn't get on with his father--the man was still his dad at the end of the day.

Fucking cops.

He was now outside livid, hurting and feeling very much alone. Not wanting to join in with the drinking games the others were doing in Aarne's room, the punk was out on the streets wanting to light something up. To burn something to the ground. He was fucking angry and would punch anyone who pissed him off at all. Or even spoke to him. Grabbing a brick from the floor he hurled it towards the nearest window he could find. Who gave a shit what it was? He was in New York, thousands of miles away from home and his old man was locked up.

"Fucking wankers."

Swearing under his breath, the punk then lit up a smoke whilst slumping down onto the nearest bench. Where was he? A few blocks away from the hotel at least. He wanted to cause carnage tonight. Maybe target the NYPD. They were police. American cops but fuck it. Cops were cops.

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[midnight_devil]

When Viktor mentioned it was family callng Vars left him to join the others, to give the punk some privacy. The sound of the room being smashed caught his attention even over the laughter. He downed his drink and walked down to Viktor's room. Everything was smashed and Vars knew why. He had done the same in his past over a call he didn't want, things he never wanted to hear.

With the tour and all the time on stage he was walking with his cane, slowed and furious with his own body over the pain. He grabbed a few things and headed downstairs. It was easy to ask after one of the others in the lobby and find out which way Viktor had headed.

They already had his bike waiting when he walked out front. It took some time to hunt Viktor down but Vars blended well with a lot of people; street kids, punks, drug dealers... he wasn't afraid to ask after the other punk on the streets.

He's worried, but relieved to see him on a bench and uninjured. A punk flying off the handle this way could easily end in a fight, a stabbing or finding him in much worse condition.

Vars rolled up on the street and looked over at Viktor wondering what was going on but giving him the space by not asking.

"Pretty boy. Want go for ride?" It was a question but almost a demand. He wasn't going to leave Viktor out here in a strange city with fuck only knows happening to him.

[hellfire_andfury]

The rumble of that engine peeked Viktor's interest through his emotional haze of anger and frustration as he looked up from where he was sitting and noticed the Norwegian on his chopper bike. Of course. How could he got a few blocks from the hotel without attracting the other punk's attention? The Brit sighed and rubbed his face in his hands before nodding slowly. It beat sitting on a cold park bench acting like some fucking hobo.

"Fine."

He didn't say anything else as he got up, still angry inside like a volcano about to explode as he made his way towards Vars sat atop his bike. Where would they ride to? Who the fuck cared right now anwyay. Viktor slumped onto the back of the bike and placed his arms around the bassist.

"Where are you taking me?"

His voice was tinged with anger, still furious over what the cops back home were doing to his father. His old man banged up for ten fucking years. Fuck them all! His face was a mask of frustration mixed with anger and pain, as he wondered if Vars had any cheap vodka in his bike bag. Oh, throwing fire bombs at cops and their cars and property sounded so fucking good right now.

[midnight_devil]

Vars knew that look of fury where your gut felt on fire. Though, he is grateful that Viktor agreed to come along without having to argue about it. The man was so stubborn that things could have been much worse. On instinct Vars stroked Viktor's thigh for comfort when he got on the bike.

"Where want to go?" Vars asks while glancing over his shoulder. "Told bands might not be back until near show tomorrow. I drive where ever. Then talk when want to."

He cared about the other punk and put the bike in gear to pull away from the curb. Viktor would talk in his own time and he would have to wait that out. He did have a couple bottles there, just for Viktor, as well as a pair of bottles of better vodka on the other side for drinking.

[hellfire_andfury]

"I don't care. Just ride somewhere."

Viktor wasn't in the mood to talk. He just wanted to sulk and brood in peace but the temptation of riding with the other punk pulled away from being a lonely bastard on the bench. Maybe this was a better idea just to ride around going no where until Vars decided on a location. The Brit was just mulling over thoughts of how to smash up as many cop cars and property as he could because he was fucking angry. He wanted people to burn for what they did to his father. The law broke his family. His mother now alone in the house without her son or husband.

"Yeah."

Shrugging weakly, Viktor just held onto the other punk and looked down at the asphalt beneath them. Fuck it all. His life was utter shit right now and he just wanted something to go right for once. He had the Hell's Angels and Vars which was more than he could ever hope for. But it still stang.

[midnight_devil]

Vars didn't push the other punk. Without any input Vars did what he would for himself, he headed to leave the city and find some open road. A few blocks went by before the Norwegian relaxed into the ride.

Viktor would come around when it was time. As the city streets turning into more sparse, suburb type areas, Vars drove one handed. The free one, with it's fingerless leather glove, came to rest on Viktor's around him middle. It was a kind touch as he starts to stroke the singer's fingers.

[hellfire_andfury]

It was wise for no one to push Viktor anywhere, not now when he was feeling like a kicked dog left out in the pouring rain all night. He felt like shit and wanted to cause carnage with fire towards the nearest cop car he saw. That would be something for the shit they caused his father.

The gloved hand resting on his middle caused the Brit to frown but he didn't push the hand away in anger. The ride felt good and he just closed his eyes, screwing them up, wanting to scream, to shout at how he was feeling. He just had to explode in anger somehow so violence would be the only way.

"How about we set fire to some shit tonight? To some cop fucker's property."

[midnight_devil]

Vars' hand slid around to rest over one of Viktor's where he was holding on. He knew the other punk might not want comfort but he couldn't help but offer it. When his world fell apart with a phone call he wished there was some relief but, like Viktor, never asked or looked for it.

"Ride first." Vars wanted Viktor to calm down a little before they got into anything. "Fire look better in dark."

The tension though was there, obvious in Viktor's body language. "Get supplies for night and make for night."

Vars did have experience making actual explosives. He wondered if he could drum up the materials to make some magnesium explosives? Were fireworks legal here? That would be a good start.

[hellfire_andfury]

Ride first.

Viktor knew this was probably the best idea for him to let go of some of the anger inside and ease the tension threatening to cause him to blow up. He was an emotional mess and feeling the wind whip into his face and hair? Fuck, he needed this. Vars was a grateful distraction right now.

"Fuck does it look better. Everyone knows it does. Burns a hole in the black night. Makes everyone stare and run away."

What supplies did the Norwegian have on him? Even pissed and angry, Viktor wondered and just closed his eyes as they rode. That would come later. For now he just wanted to forget the world as they rode on the back of the bike. If he spotted any cop cars or buildings it would set him off for sure, so he closed his eyes.

[midnight_devil]

"We burn tonight."

Vars patted on Viktor's hand before lacing his fingers with the other punk's. It felt good to have Viktor leaning into his back even if he wished it was under better circumstances. He stayed in silence and headed farther and farther out into the city. The hard road turned to gravel after awhile. Vars always headed away from people when he felt this way, to clear his head.

He slowed in a parking lot of a small wilderness area that he had found earlier in the month when the crap started with Trine. He pulled into one of the spots, the lot completely empty, and turned off the bike.

"Come, we walk. Feel better then go back, burn something."

[hellfire_andfury]

Too fucking right did Viktor want to burn shit tonight. Cops and their property mainly. As they rode towards the parking lot the Brit wondered what chaos they could cause tonight with a bag full of fire bomb making material. The world could go to hell for all Viktor cared. Not uttering a word as he got off the bike the Brit nodded to Vars and wondered where the hell they were. Who cared? He just wanted to burn shit up.

"Where are you taking me?"

He cracked the bones in his neck as he offered a look to Vars, wondering where the hell they would walk to. Maybe the bassist wanted him to talk about his troubles? That wouldn't happen. Viktor wasn't good at expressing his emotions through conversation since he'd rather use violence and posturing. It was his way. Talking was for pussies in his opinion.

"I want to burn every fucking cop car in this city tonight."

A glance back to the lights of the city behind and Viktor then kicked a nearby stone into a wall.

[midnight_devil]

Vars got off after Viktor, picking up his cane for the walk because uneven ground and his leg was a bitch.

"For walk. Clear head." Vars grabbed Viktor by the elbow and started pulling him toward the trail that went off into the woods. He did hope that Viktor would talk but certainly wouldn't be holding his breath for it.

"We take care cops later." He told the other punk. Even though he is trying to avoid it, the Norwegian gives the Brit a concerned look. "First. Take care you. More important than drittsekk politiet."

[hellfire_andfury]

"For walk? Clear head? If you say so, Spiky."

Viktor shrugged and decided to walk with his Norwegian lover wondering how much the uneven ground bothered his leg. The wound he was shown back in the limo was nasty and the Brit knew why it was bad after Vars explained about his accident. Motorbike accidents were often violent and horrific.

"You fucking bet we're taking care of those wankers later."

He wrapped an arm around Vars' shoulder to assist him in walking if he needed it. Being almost a head taller than the Norwegian had an advantage for helping him walk amongst other things. Some of the anger began seeping away slowly but the hurt and anguish was still there. The bastards locked his old man up for ten years. Ten fucking years.

"You're a soppy bastard you know that?"

Viktor was smiling though, grateful he had someone as hot-headed and stubborn as he was.

[midnight_devil]

Vars snorted a scoffing laugh and then fell in beside Viktor to walk. As much as it hurt, walking like this was good for his injured leg especially between the wildness of the stage which sometimes blew it out until the pain was almost unbearable.

It's easy to fall into pace and slide his arm around the taller singer. This was why he came out here, to get Viktor away from the people and agitation of the city.

"Soppy?" Vars furrows up his brow. "Not know word. Maybe Bastard sometime."

Vars sometimes struggled with the Hell's Angels who threw around a lot of British slang. The Norwegian had a hard enough time sometimes with normal, slang free, English.

[hellfire_andfury]

"It means you're too kind or caring for your own good."

The Brit offered Vars a smirk as he then nudged the shorter man with his elbow into his side. It was a sentimental compliment from the rough punk who was falling deeper in love with his Norwegian every single day. Vars was someone who felt good to be around and get involve in fights and set things alight. This was all he wanted. That and someone to be with when he felt like the world just wanted to crush him into nothingness like now.

"Everyone can be a bastard, mate. Even me. I know I am. Fuck the world though."

He slid his hand in Vars' one now that they were away from the busy part of the city. Viktor could start to relax a little more.

[midnight_devil]

Vars stopped and hooked his wolf cane, one handed, over his arm in a fluid motion to free his hand to run his hand over Viktor's cheek and into his hair. He might be soppy or whatever, but the bassist didn't care. "Pretty boy say because not know what like have someone give fuck about."

The Norwegian meant those words. They were terrifying words in some ways because of his past relationship but he needed to say them to the other punk. The hand in his pulled his eyes down for a moment to stare at the leather, chains and spikes at their wrists. The gaze lingered before he looked back up at the much taller punk and gave him a heavy handed, but not hard, flat palm slap to the center of the Brit's chest.

"Know Viktor bastard." He shrugs and squeezes Viktor's hand. His heart is pounding in his ears and he has to take a deep breath before saying more. "Not matter. I stay."

Vars is struggling a little with his emotions and the limited English, that shows in his expression but he's fighting to find the English for what he wanted to say in Norwegian.

[hellfire_andfury]

Was it true? What Vars was saying to him at this very moment? That the reason why he was so aggressive was that he had no one to take care of him and love him like the bassist did. It was all coming home to Viktor who just kicked a can on the floor as he walked with his Norwegian. The emotion threatened to spill out of the punk as he inhaled a sharp breath and fought back an outburst. Fuck.

"You think that? I had a shit upbringing and I was disowned at around fifteen. Had to fend for myself pretty much and school was shit. The teachers just called me a fucking delinquent and I left school without any qualifications. Shit, I can't even read properly."

Not that he cared but it was annoying when he couldn't read certain complicated words. It must be even harder for Vars who was Norwegian and English was his second language. Still, the hurt was there of being neglected and chucked out like last week's trash. Now he had someone though.

"The reason why I'm a bastard is because of how the world shat on me, mate. How many assholes just spat on me and gave up with me."

He sniffed a little and wiped at his face. The whole thing with his old man had really upset him.

[midnight_devil]

Vars patted Viktor's cheek roughly, but lovingly. "I know. Wife threw out like trash. Call me same things. Leave wound in man don't heal right." Vars stared up at the Brit and could almost sense the pressure; maybe it was Viktor's body language or his own experience. "Had more people, make wound worse."

He was trying to tell Viktor he understood in a small way but the bassist could barely fathom what it would be like to have so many people turn on him like his wife had, so many people that were supposed to care. He did smile and lean into the punk, amused. "I not read English. We start again. You learn Norwegian. I teach."

He meant it because he could see that annoyance with his weakness. Vars felt annoyance too because he couldn't be understood as much as he wanted, needed. He needed to be understood by Viktor in ways that had never mattered before when he was speaking English.

"IF world not make bastard, then I not like much." That was the truth. Vars certainly had no attraction to softer or less rebellious people. "Other people, they fuck off. Next try spit on, I stab in face."

There's rage to those words. A protectiveness that Vars had aalways had and being abandoned by Trine only made it more extreme. "They drittsekk. Nothing. You famous singer. Assholes still shit. You better, stronger man."

Vars would have held Viktor with the other punk's head on his shoulder or something equally, well soppy, but height didn't accommodate that since Vars barely stood past Viktor's shoulders. It didn't matter though and he let go of Viktor's hand to pull him into a tight, bearish hug.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Leave wound in man don't heal right? Yeah, you're fucking right there, Spiky. It hurts. I don't mean to look like a pussy right now but----the whole thing with my old man getting banged up and shit? It just hits you right here."

Viktor thumped against his chest and then looked to Vars. The other punk couldn't read English and only spoke limited words. Still, it was a start. Nodding, he understood. It did make him feel better knowing that Vars was far worse at English than even him. Pulling the bassist close, Viktor hugged him tight just wanting the closeness all of a sudden. Fuck everyone else. This is what he wanted right now.

"I'll help you with the English, mate. If you teach me your language maybe I won't sound like such a fucking moron too."

Breaking off, he sniffed and pushed some of his wild hair back. His lover's words felt good. Vars cared and that was the main thing he wanted in his life. For someone to care. To actually give a shit.

"You are a good bloke you know that? Fucking crazy as shit but I love you."

[midnight_devil]

"We fix. Pretty boy never pussy." Vars told the Brit and he would try to help with whatever it was that Viktor needed. The rest he furrowed his brows at because there was slang in there and he made a best guess. "Father in fight?"

Banged up sounded like a fight and it left the Norwegian to wonder if he was in the hospital or something. Maybe it was the police that beat him? That would explain the desire to burn them. Vars isn't really sure at the moment.

"Speak Norwegian easier." If Viktor had a rough time reading English maybe reading Norwegian would be too much. Vars thought nothing of it. He had tried to learn to read English and failed more than once. He's reluctant to let the Brit go but gives him enough space to pull back as far as he wants.

Then there are those words. Vars' eyes snap up to Viktor's face as his heart starts to pound in his chest. He both wanted to hear those words and was terrified of them. A wary moment of staring passes with Vars' pupil's dilated from near terror. His mind is reeling through the pain of his heartbreak. Trine had crushed part of him when she left and he'd managed to start a fix. Those words brought up a desire to guard himself against more pain.

The fear comes out in a ragged breath but the hell with it. Vars grabs Viktor pulling him roughly into a fiery kiss. He's desperately in love with the Brit but so heartbroken still, even after years, that he can't bear to repeat them back.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Never a pussy? You fucking bet I'm not one nor will I ever be. Banged up? Not fight, no. It means locked up. Slang. I keep forgetting you can't understand English well. Sorry, mate."

Viktor shrugged and didn't want to talk about his old man being banged up or the cops or anything related to the shit phone call he'd received earlier on in the day. That just fucked his life up even more and he was still reeling over it all. How would his mum cope? Right now all he wanted to think about was the man standing in front of him.

"I'm fucking hopeless at reading but yeah---I want to learn with you. We can do it together, mate."

Then, he was being pulled into a fiery kiss. Fuck, that felt good. The Brit not expecting it as he felt his breath get wrenched from his lungs at the force of the embrace. His own arms coming around to pull at Vars' jacket, pushing himself up against the shorter man. How much did he want this right now? A hell of a lot because Viktor was biting at the bassist's lower lip and shoving him back against the tree behind, grinding his body up against the Norwegian.

[midnight_devil]

"Good. Not want pussy man." Vars smirked at the punk, grin bright and boyish but it faded when he realized what happened to Viktor's father. "Want go home? Stardust has plane. I fly."

It was an offer to Viktor that he couldn't hold back. There wasn't much he could do but he would think about it later. He would tackle this problem some way.

"I try read English many time." Vars shook his head because he couldn't get reading it either.

He had expected a response but not this intense of one. The sudden aggressive lust pulling a gasp from the bassist before he's shoved into the tree. That almost takes his breath away but not so much that he doesn't groan at the feeling of Viktor pinning him to the tree with his whole body. It felt good and Vars let his head fall back to expose his neck to the singer.

[hellfire_andfury]

"You can fly me home with Stardust's plane? Will he let you borrow it?"

Viktor was wondering about this and loved the idea to fly with Vars back home and show the man around his home. Either that or they could fly to Norway and experience Vars' culture and meet the other punks. That sounded good. The singer nodded and then was too into pinning his lover against the tree to think about anything else. Fuck, he wanted this. Once Vars' neck was exposed, Viktor bit it and groaned grinding his crotch against the Norwegian's.

Ever since his emotional outburst he'd craved contact and this is what he wanted right now. A fuck in the woods. Raw, unbridled animalistic lust coming from the Brit, as he kissed and bit his way up Vars' neck.

[midnight_devil]

"Ask. Know how fly." Vars could just get them plane tickets too for that matter. If going home was what Viktor needed then he would find a way for it to happen.

He couldn't think about it now though with Viktor grinding against him. He tossed his cane down beside the tree so he could grab on to Viktor, legs spreading as he shifted where he was pinned. The sheer primal way that Viktor was coming at him and the knowledge that Viktor needed control had Vars submitting, probably for the first time, to the Brit. His head back against the tree, he started panting, moaning at the bites to his skin while he grabbed Viktor's ass and pulled him in, shoving their bodies roughly together.

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor wanted this. His blood was pumping loudly in his ears as he bit down on Vars' earlobe tugging at it whilst grinding his hard crotch up against a hard muscled thigh. This was the first time he was going to be dom to Vars and he wanted it. Fuck, he wanted it. All reason out of the window as he was then kissing the bassist roughly on the lips; his hands roaming across his lover's toned chest, moving them lower to grab Vars crotch, giving it a rough squeeze.

"I want you."

It was all he could rasp out as he shoved a knee between the Norwegian's leg and started rubbing slightly. His own tight jeans straining against the hard cock now tenting it. His lips moved to bite at Vars' shoulder, whilst growling like a hungry animal.

[midnight_devil]

Vars started bucking against the grinding, he's hot and wanting. Usually this would be a fight but the desperate sort of aggression from his lover had him buckling. Still rough, there wouldn't be any fighting for the top here. The bassist started shoving Viktor's jacket off, shoving himself into that rough grab.


"jævla alt." Vars can barely speak but he's already humping on Viktor's leg. Viktor had a way of getting to him where he went from average to so desperate to fuck he lost control in a matter of minutes. It had been that way since the first time they were lovers. The growling only made the bite feel better.

Vars grabbed Viktor by his long hair, the other around the singer's chest as he sidestepped to get away from the tree. Viktor's weight and shoving with his bad leg was more than he could manage. The leg gave out and he went backwards while clinging to Viktor. He hit the ground, thankfully protected by his knee length leather jacket. It knocked the breath out of him as he looked up at the other punk on top of him. Everything about this moment caused his blood to run hot and his heart to chest.