When the World Comes Crashing Down

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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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"I still with pretty boy when old devil." Vars looked up at Viktor over him and couldn't hide the love he felt for the bastard. It caused his chest to tighten with fear but he couldn't deny it either. He'd been thinking about it, about being with Viktor for years. It was how the Norwegian fell in love, completely with eternal loyalty until the end or the other broke it.

The pinning pulled a growl from Vars even in submission he wasn't a passive man. He took a handful of hair, yanking Viktor into the kiss as soon as their lips touched. Those first few breaths came through clenched teeth but soon turned to pants as Viktor bit down and buried himself deep into Vars. Though, he didn't stay still and pushed against Viktor. Now that Viktor had him down he wanted fucked and if the other punk didn't start soon he was going to get a nasty bite to the lips.

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Viktor was going to be rough on Vars during their fuck because this is how the punks had sex. It wasn't the usual lovey dovey shit that others did---no this was how strong warrior men did it. The Brit groaning as he began thrusting into Vars; the tightness surrounding his sheathed cock pulled a needy moan out of his mouth.

"Fuck! You're tight---"

The Brit bit down onto the bassist's arm and left some teeth marks. They would show up for a good number of days and Viktor liked the idea of that. Marking his lover just as Vars marked him when he got fucked. Moaning deeply, the singer grabbed the Norwegian by the waist, thrusting into him roughly, feeling the heat build slowly between his legs. He had wanted this, needed this, ever since storming out of the hotel in a huge fucking rage. The hair pulling just had Viktor smiling and enjoying the roughness of their fuck but careful of Vars' leg.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.