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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[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.

[hellfire_andfury]

The bucking felt good against the Brit who was now shrugging his jacket off with the help of Vars pushing it off his shoulders. He was still dressed in his t-shirt, leather pants and heavy boots. They would have to come off his feet if he was to get undressed in a hurry. Too many clothes. The same would apply to the bassist who was equally as dressed up in heavy clothes.

"What does jævla alt mean?"

Viktor gasping and then groaning when he was being grabbed by his hair and then felt himself falling on top of his shorter lover with a soft oof noise. Yes, he wanted this. Moving to kiss Vars' lips once more, the Brit growled once more and began rubbing his hard crotch against his lover's one. The friction felt so good and he knew they'd both have to start pulling more clothes off soon.

"Let's get naked. I fucking want you."

The Brit pulling away quickly to unlace his heavy boots and slinging them to the side whilst watching Vars. Viktor was panting and had lust-filled green eyes.

[midnight_devil]

Vars had to think about that question much more than normal because his mind was occupied with, swimming from the feeling of Viktor against his body. The response coming out in pants. "Fucking hell."

It was close in meaning and all he could say before he had to fight to recover his breath after hitting the ground. Vars grabbed Viktor as he started pulling away, taking a hot kiss ended with a rough bit to Viktor's lips before he let go.

"Pretty boy think he strong 'nough keep down." Vars wanted to submit but he wasn't about to let Viktor get away without a little fight or teasing about fighting.

Vars slipped out of his jacket when he sat up to deal with this boots, stopping between them to pull off his shirt and dig in his pocket and hit Viktor square in the chest with a thrown, small bottle of lube. He started carrying it around after their first experience since neither of them were used to being the bottom but they did have a tendency to get wild after a fight. He always wore his coat so there was no searching around and wasting time.

[hellfire_andfury]

Viktor smirked at the Norwegian words now knowing what fucking hell meant. He liked learning new words with Vars even during rough play and sex. Especially during times like these. He stood up and began pulling off his t-shirt and then unbuckling his belt just watching his hot lover slipping out of his own clothes.

"Fuck, you're hot."

The bottle of lube smacking him straight in the chest causing the punk to grab it and laugh. The roughness was still there as was the dominance. He loved how dominant Vars was and that every time they fought or fucked it was like a playfight. Pushing his leather pants down his thighs, Viktor kicked them into the pile of clothes by the tree trunk and was now just in his black boxers. Moving towards Vars, he punched the man in the chest and kissed his lips roughly.

His throbbing manhood tenting his underwear causing a groan to escape his lips when it brushed against Vars' leg.

[midnight_devil]

Vars slowed in taking his second boot off because he was staring up at Viktor, watching him pull his clothes off. The Norwegian felt hungry as more and more skin appeared.

"Get on ground. Show you hotter than fire." Vars is taunting him. He would always fight with Viktor when they were intimate because it felt good and more importantly he noticed how much Viktor appreciated it. There was always a laugh or smile when they got rowdy, even without sex.

Vars threw his boots aside but still hadn't pulled off his pants, partially because standing with his leg and the uneven ground would be a bitch and make him look weak. He ignored them for now, grabbing Viktor's hair while laying back, yanking the Brit on top of him and biting his lips and then his jaw and neck. The bites hard from the lust. Shoving his hand down the back of Viktor's boxers he grabbed his bare ass and shoved his hips up, rocking suggestively and growling at the Brit.

[hellfire_andfury]

"I'll fill your tight ass with fat cock and give you fire up your crack."

Viktor laughed and then watched Vars remove more of his clothes but not his pants yet. Maybe his leg was giving him shit. Would he need help removing them? The punk wanted to help even through a horny, animalistic rage he wanted to assist Vars. Being made to look weak was something Viktor hated and knew Vars was the same. Both stubborn bastards.

"Need help with your pants, mate? You won't look weak to me if you need me to pull them down for you."

Then he felt a yank to his long hair and was being pulled on top of the bassist. Fuck. Viktor gasped and then groaned deeply, loving the roughness. The hand against his naked buttocks felt good, as he rocked in time with Vars' hips. The growling was good too. The Brit nipping at his lover's collarbone and then lapping up the area with his tongue. His large hands sliding down to undo Vars' belt.

[midnight_devil]

"Think man enough to fuck?" Vars threw his shirt at the punk because it was at hand. "Come try, pretty boy."

The smirk there was challenging and playful but he wasn't going to just submit even if he intended to, wanted to. Viktor taking control of him felt desperate in ways it never did before.

"Have to if think you man enough take me and pin down." Vars gave Viktor a slap on the cheek, rough but not too hard. Those bites though had him moaning and squirming under Viktor. He loved the biting and would help Viktor finish undressing him. Unlike the other punk he didn't have anything on under his pants today and he's eager to be free the constricting pants. It would mean more friction against his aching cock too in the long run.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Of course I'm fucking man enough to fuck you cheeky bastard."

Viktor gasped at the slap then head butted Vars in the chest, whilst bucking up against that hard thigh pressing against his erection. Moving to assist his lover in removing his pants he began tugging them down now that the buckle was open. Groaning, Viktor then caught Vars' lips in a rough kiss, biting the lower lip and sucking on his tongue whilst then fucking his mouth with his own tongue. Getting up slightly, he pushed Vars' pants down his legs noticing the Norwegian's cock spring free.

"No undies today, eh? Dirty boy."

Of course the Brit loved his as he gave that hard cock a few strong rough strokes.

[midnight_devil]

Vars bit Viktor roughly, one of those that would leave his lips bruised if not raise blood. Everything about laying back and watching Viktor struggle with his tight pants, even if Vars worked to help him.

"Who dirty boy?" Vars laughed through the gasps that came with his cock being stroked. "Pretty boy one want fuck on park trail." Vars teased back but then he grabbed Viktor's wrist as soon as his pants were off, pulling, half dragging, the punk back up to bite his shoulder. Vars might be submitting to Viktor but the heat of being submissive has him biting harder than usual, leaving marks behind on his lover's skin.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Not me, Spiky. You're a kinky fuck and I love it."

The Brit gasped at the bite and then aimed a punch to Vars' chest, moving in to bite at his collarbone. Then, he felt his wrist being grabbed and the Norwegian being assertive in his movements. The whole scenario with both punks was rough sex. Everyone knew how much they loved to rough each other up before a fuck. Viktor then bit his lover on the neck softly, sucking at the skin there whilst groaning. His cock hard in his underpants, throbbing with want and need.

"I'm going to fuck you boneless. You won't be able to move."

A low growl and the singer was grinding his clothed erection against the bassist's toned thigh.

[midnight_devil]

Vars took the punch with a grunt and slapped Viktor across the face for it, growling. He was going to be rough even if he was willingly submitting to his lover. The rough housing made the sex better, the fighting. All he could do is moan for the sucking on his neck and rubbing against his leg.

"Better or get ahold of pretty boy." Vars growled at him but spreads his legs to give the singer space. The same impatience he has with fucking Viktor is there when he's submitting. "All talk or going to see if can wear out?"

Now he's tormenting the singer and bites his neck roughly. Viktor's teasing aggitating him with want and desire. He knows he's tight and it's going to hurt but he still wants Viktor.

[hellfire_andfury]

"You're going to call me that name until I'm fucking old, aren't you?"

Viktor laughed and then gasped at the bite to the neck, loving the roughness he had come to expect from Vars. No other bloke could come close to the Norwegian and that made the bassist all that more special. The Brit gripping Vars around the bicep with his hand, squeezing and then offering a bite to his lover's collarbone. He wanted Vars to submit to him then he could finally fuck his lover.

"I'll wear you out so you can't fucking walk for the next week."

Panting and gasping, Viktor yanked off his underwear, releasing his stiff cock, feeling some of the pressure release.

[midnight_devil]

"Call it until I die." Vars meant it and pressed a aggressive but loving kiss to his punk's lips.

He's laughing at the grasp to his arms, pinning him down. He was submitting but that didn't mean he was going to stop being aggressive. He leaned up and bit Viktor, hard on the shoulder after he flung his underwear aside.

"Pretty boy all talk." He'd also torment him until the end of time. "Better fuck or I toss down and pin."

It's a threat of sorts but his legs are spread a little wider to give Viktor space.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Yeah? Well, I'll call you Spikey then until you're an old man with white spikey hair."

The bite got a hiss of pleasure out of the punk who then offered a headbutt to Vars' chest. It felt good to have the teeth marks of his lover all over him. Not to mention it was fucking hot. He wanted more so shoved Vars back onto the ground and then straddled his hips, kissing his lover roughly on the lips.

"You'll get my cock. Shut up or I'll stuff in down that throat of yours in a minute."

Viktor growled and then bit Vars on the shoulder whilst then grabbing the lube spreading some over his fingers as he lathered his own cock up. He then applied more and waited for Vars to open his legs.

[midnight_devil]

"Already white hair." Vars laughs and pulls Viktor into a headlock style hug. He loves the other punk to the point it raises fear in him every now and then. The roughhousing and biting was a turn on and felt like love to the Norwegian, between them it was an act of affection.

"Not sucking cock." He gave Viktor a shove in the chest and spread his legs a little wider until Viktor had space to get his hips between them. He tugs on his lover, pulling at his hips. The bassist knows he's going to be tight but also is desperate to give himself to the Brit.

[hellfire_andfury]

"Grey then. When you're a fucking old devil with two sticks instead of one."

This was a gentle tease and not an insult because Viktor would never make fun of Vars' terrible injury because it was a serious thing. Teasing him about being an old guy in a chair with slippers and two sticks? Yeah, that was fair game. The Brit threw the bottle of lube behind him once he'd finished with it and growled, shoving Vars back firmly onto the ground as he laid over the other man.

"You'll love this, mate. Relax."

Viktor wanted to be rough but could also be a gentle and caring lover where it counted. He covered his mouth over the bassist's as he began sliding his cock in past the tight ring, hissing against Vars' lips. Groaning deeply, the Brit thrust all the way in, gasping and then biting down hard onto his lover's shoulder. Fuck! Being sheathed deep inside Vars felt so good.