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When the World Comes Crashing Down

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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Vars could indulge in both the rough and the sensual soft side. However, here, where his lover was desperate for control and power he knew things were going to be rough. It left the punk hissing in pain but it wasn't unwelcome to Vars who found pleasure in pain during sex.

"Not let..." Vars couldn't finish those words for the lusty groan Viktor pulled from his lover. "...no one take me." In the haze of sex and his limited English it was hard to find the words to tell Viktor he'd only been in this position maybe a handful of times.

That bite had Vars gasping, mouth open and near whining from pleasure. Grabbing on he bit Viktor on his shoulder, digging his teeth in and intending to draw blood as the pounding turned rougher. The Brit's hands felt amazing on his hips tugging at him. The desperation in his lover driving Vars to let go of the bite and moan out Viktor's name as his eyes closed. The pain finally subsiding and leaving the punk hot and quickly getting close to orgasm because of how long it had been since he let anyone top him.

"You're letting me take you, Spiky. You fucking love my cock, don't you?"

Viktor growled with lust as he thrust in roughly, faster and becoming more erratic. Fuck! Just feeling Vars clench around his throbbing cock felt amazing as he slid his stiffness in and out past that tight ring of muscle. The Norwegian hadn't been fucked like this a lot and Viktor could tell.

"Ngh---so close now."

A bite on Vars' ear and Viktor was grunting with effort as well as gasping when the bassist bit down drawing a few beads of blood to rise up on the Brit's heated skin. Yes, it was what he wanted. Moans of pleasure now slipped from Viktor's lips as he neared the end, feeling his orgasm close.

Vars couldn't answer, could barely think as Viktor shoved into him. Viktor felt good, everything about it felt good, but it wasn't just the sex. He knew that he was giving Viktor something no one, nothing else could give him right now, control, power, affection, whatever else the Brit might be getting from this moment that he desperately needed. The Norwegian found that as hot as the way Viktor was biting down on him.

Viktor pulled a deep growl from Vars, rumbling something in Norwegian as he grabbed on to Viktor, nearly putting him in a headlock as he yanked the Brit closer by his neck and hands full of hair. The rough pounding from his lover quickly shoving him to orgasm, yelling at Viktor, sounding angry as he swore at him, hips bucking against his Brit as he spilled cum between them. The orgasm hard and leaving him breathless because he is so unaccustomed to orgasming from being fucked but it didn't stop the Norwegian from biting Viktor's neck again.

"Fuck!----"

Viktor felt Vars come roughly and he was now growling deeply and then crying out in a guttural tone, coming hard and spilling his hot, sticky cum between their hot sweaty bodies. Fuck, it was hot! The Brit groaned and panted hard, feeling his chest rise and fall in a faltering rhythm; his mouth finding Vars' shoulder, biting down hard on the muscled flesh, moaning.

"Vars---fuck, you felt good."

The Brit kissing his boyfriend passionately on the lips, biting the lower one and wrapping his arms around the spent Norwegian. They had fucked outside and it had felt good to let go of the anger and frustration of earlier in the day. Fuck those cockheads anyway. All he wanted was his Norwegian bassist. Giving Vars' hair a rough pull, Viktor pressed kisses along his lover's neck.

Vars needed to catch his breath even as the moans took it away again as Viktor bit down on his shoulder. He groaned as Viktor let go.

"Pretty boy good." He got a handful of hair and pulled Viktor farther into that kiss adding more heat to the passion already there. The bassist could feel the way the tension of anger and frustration had faded from Viktor's body and he knew that's what the other punk needed. Vars stroked Viktor's bare skin, pulling him in until their bodies are pressed tight and flush to each other.

"Told forest make better." Vars chuckled as his head tipped back to bare his neck to those gentler kisses along his neck. This felt good, to just be with Viktor in isolation.

Viktor was spent and tired after fucking Vars in the forest. It had been a good fuck and now he was panting and pushing his sweaty body against the bassist, just happy to be close to the man he loved. After such a shit day this was just what he wanted to be away from everything and just being with Vars.

"Forest make better yeah. Fuck, that was good, Spiky. I fucking ache but it was worth it. How does it feel for you?"

The Brit wondered when the last time Vars had been penetrated anally by another man. Viktor guessed this might have been few and far between. Touching Vars' face he kissed his lover and pushed his damp blond hair away from his flushed face. His arms wrapping around the shorter man just wanting to stay in the forest before going back to the hotel.

Vars enjoyed closeness after sex, even if they were rough with each other, the slow touch as they came down was always welcome.

"Sore." He would be for sure and Vars knew it. To be taken so roughly after so long without. "Pretty boy good fuck."

He smiled up at the Brit, hazy from orgasm and feeling a bit tired, physically. Vars leaned into the hug while wrapping his arms tightly around Viktor. They could lay here for awhile. No one was likely to come by.

The Brit held Vars close after the amazing fuck and knew the bassist was bound to be sore after being fucked in the ass. He hadn't been topped hardly ever and Viktor knew this and part of that fact caused the Brit's heart to beat that bit faster. He was in love. It was as simple as that.

"I fucking loved all of this tonight, mate. The bike ride, talking and the fucking. We should head out away from the crazy shit more often and just come to the woods."

Viktor liked the solace and the fact it was just them without Aarne or Joe screaming in their ears back at the hotel or the tarts bitching at one another like whining cats. This was nice. Kissing Vars on then shoulder, Viktor then sighed and caressed the man's chest with his calloused palm.

Vars was already feeling his heart being taken by the Brit punk. That was why he had come looking for the punk originally. The Norwegian pulled the singer in closer to hold him as they both came down.

"Come out in woods when can." Vars pressed a kiss to Viktor's lips. "Viktor come when go?"

"Yeah. It felt good, mate. I just wanted to fucking smash everything earlier because of the shit going on back home. The phone is in pieces back at the hotel."

Viktor smashing the phone against the wall with such force that the plastic just cracked into tiny pieces. He'd just gone on an anger rage and didn't know how to stop. Vars was perhaps the only man who could temper the punk's anger.

"Come when go? I want to. Just---I need you with me when we do go. You're the only bastard I'd want with me anyway."

He kissed Vars on the lips and then offered the bassist a punch on the arm.

"I like smash lamps when angry." Many hotel lamps had suffered that fate over the years. Vars understood what it was to get so angry and perhaps that was why he could get through to Viktor. The Norwegian knew what he had so desperately needed when he had felt this kind of anger.

Vars returned the kiss and the shoulder punch but grinned up at the Brit. "I take pretty boy in forest now." And he would, even if it meant dragging his drunk ass out of bed. Viktor had better be ready for lots of time out in the woods and driving around.

"Smash lamps? I've done that loads of times too. Mirrors, tables, chairs. Fuck loads of furniture. Together I bet we've smashed thousands worth of damage so far in all the hotels we've stayed at on this tour. It's their fucking fault the things are too weak for us."

Viktor didn't really care about the damage because playfighting with Vars in the hotel rooms was fun and he liked being rough with the Norwegian. The sex part afterwards was always good too.

"Forest now? You're keen, aren't you? We might want to put some fucking clothes on though first, mate. We're stark bollock naked."

The Brit just laughing softly while kissing Vars on the shoulder, biting down a little while slapping the bassist's ass.

"I rip door off hotel when in punk band." Vars started to laugh even if the reason he had ripped off the door wasn't a good thing.

"Mean when come next time." Vars grabbed a handful of Viktor's hair for the slap. "Pretty boy better naked. Not want make scene."

He kissed the Brit before shoving him over on the ground so they could get dressed.

"You ripped off the door in your old band? Fucking epic, mate. I've smashed my fist through a door before. Chucked a chair through a hotel window from the top floor too."

Viktor had done a lot of crazy shit through his time in the Angels but it seemed Vars had too. The punks were made for each other both loving violent destruction of furniture. The Brit laughed at the slap and then began to pull on his clothes once more. It was a good thing it was dark out and they were obscured by the trees.

"Next time it'll be good going through those woods of yours."

Vars felt more comfortable in this relationship than he had been in any other. There was no reason to tone down or be gentle, unless he wanted to be. Viktor did see some of the gentler side of the punk, especially when they slept.

However, now they needed to dress and Vars struggled a little to get up, legs stiff from laying on the cold ground for so long. Once up though it wasn't too difficult to get dressed.

"Next time mad I come. Not need make angry war alone."

Vars was perfect in everyway for the angry Brit punk because he could counter Viktor's aggression in a way that one one else could. He was an equal and was often a challenge that the singer loved, whether it be during a fight or argument, Vars was his boyfriend now. Fuck whatever else people thought.

"Need a hand, mate? You'll probably tell me to fuck off but I can help you get up if you need it."

The Brit knew the bassist had his fierce pride so wouldn't treat him as weak. It was just Viktor loved Vars and cared for him in his own way. Had the Brit behaved like a complete bastard tonight? Perhaps. Getting angry came all too easy.

"Next time I get mad? Yeah. That happens a lot. Make war? You mean next time I fuck up and go fucking crazy you'll come with me? I'd like that."

Vars took his hand for the help. If this had been anyone else he would have refused but Viktor already knew the weakness in his legs. More importantly, Vars trusted him. He did hold tight to the hand once he was standing in order to keep Viktor from dodging a rough punch to the shoulder. The playfighting would never end.

"Always go with." Vars insisted while pausing to stare at Viktor for a moment before going back to collecting his clothing and dressing. "Pretty boy not learn have someone care what happen. Go alone. I find." Like tonight. Vars wouldn't let the other punk get into situations that were dangerous, at least not without him there to back the Brit up.

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