helland_damnation | TFLN and Continuations, bitches!

Aarne was trying to eat and laugh and not choke while Viktor, Rik, and Billy taunted each other. He glanced past Joe at Viktor.

"I can't wait to see your bitchy tartface when we get to Norway and people start wanting to hang on your man." Aarne is laughing as he drinks his beer. He wanted to see it so badly, mostly because there had been so much shit dealt to Vars by the people back home. Viktor laying into them would be a delight.

Then Viktor was talking about the food. Rik looked over at Aarne. "Do you think Viktor can take it?"

Aarne smirked because they were about to start riling the punk again. "I don't know. Brit food is supposed to be bland as shit."

Rik had one of the baskets of fries and was starting to load them up with hot sauce and pepper flakes, pickle relish and vinegar. There were others if the Brits didn't want them spicy but Rik had started his bandmates on the hot and sour fries not long after they met.

Vars suddenly got in on it as he took one of the hot sauce covered fries. "Viking always stronger than Brit. We invade so many times." Now he's joining in on prodding at the Brits. "Maybe not able keep up with us."

Edited Date: 2021-07-04 03:21 pm (UTC)

"Viking always stronger than Brit because you bastards invaded our land? Fuck off, Spiky! You too, you kinky bitch."

Viktor was laughing though and now punching Vars on the left shoulder, whilst offering Aarne the finger. Joe just rolled his eyes and then went to jump onto the table, pulling down his pants and outright mooning Viktor with his naked ass cheeks. Of course. Billy burst out in laughter and couldn't believe Joe was doing this right now. Scratch that.

He could.

Fuck, they would get thrown out if Joe didn't calm down. Viktor went to push Joe back into his seat but the bassist was already there, pulling his pants back up, sitting back down, sliding an arm around Aarne and giggling madly. What a shit show. The punk spoke up again after taking a gulp of drink.

"Brit food isn't bland as shit. You blokes just need to try fish and chips. That is so fucking good when you're hungry as shit."

Aarne looks over at Viktor hardly able to stop his laughter. "From what I hear down the hall the Norse are still invading Britains every night."

Rik instantly choked on his food from laughing. He couldn't help it after Aarne said that to Viktor. The moment Joe bared his ass Aarne smacked it because he couldn't resist the chance. He then wiggled over to sit in Joe's lap while they ate.

"Norse live on water. Eat fish lot." Vars told the other punk. "Aarne make Norse fish and try."

Aarne was all for cooking some traditional food sometime. He did it as a comfort.

Viktor just paused mid-drink, holding the glass to his lips before setting it down with a rather loud "clunk." Fuck! That Fin---what the hell. His mouth was like a fucking toilet and everyone knew it. Billy was laughing too hard he nearly choked on some of his food at that comment.

"The fuck? None of your damn business, you Finnish cock sucker. Joe "invades" your tarty ass every night."

It was all he could muster as he rolled his eyes and got back to his food. No more fighting now, he just wanted to eat and be with Vars. Joe couldn't help but squeak with laughter and pulled Aarne close whilst feeling his long-legged lover sit on his lap. The Fin was going to cook Norse fish? This should be interesting.

"So, you're going to cook fish for us then? Make sure you take the bones out first."

"You yell louder than Rik when Billy has him pinned down." Aarne commented with a grin. He loved seeing Viktor get agitated but he also wanted him to learn that what he did didn't matter to them. "My ass is peachy and I LOVE being invaded."

Vars could see that Viktor was getting wound up and put and arm around his shoulder and kissed his neck, or rather bit it lightly before going back to his food.

Aarne shrugged. "Some of our dishes are the whole fish with bones and head still."

"I don't fucking yell. It's called growling and roughing each other up. Bloke stuff."

Joe just burst out laughing at Viktor's words and then nuzzled into Aarne's big hair, giggling like a school boy. "Bloke stuff?" Total bullshit. The punk loved being pinned down by his Norwegian and fucked roughly up the ass. That was all there was to it. Even Billy just shot him a look and then shook his head, smirking. They all knew. The bite was welcome as the punk tried not to get riled up again.

"You eat fish heads? Doesn't that make you sick? I'm guessing you eat horse cocks too."

Billy giggled into his drink at that comment.

Edited Date: 2021-08-15 06:37 pm (UTC)

"You're full of bullshit." Aarne says while laughing because Viktor certainly did yell. "Blokes can yell when it feels good."

Aarne was all out for Viktor today but it was in good fun and really he loved that Viktor had been fucking like a jack rabbit with Vars. It was good for both of them.

"If anyone here is eating horse cock, it's you." Aarne told him which makes Rik choke on his food from laughter. "I've seen Vars naked in the dressing room. Hung like a horse and I bet it's in your mouth."

Vars just shook his head. Aarne tortured everyone this way and to be honest it was kind of funny and oddly complimentary.

"Fuck off am I going to eat a horse cock."

Viktor got up and wanted to throw something at Aarne but Joe also got up ready to challenge the punk if he tried anything. The Fin was fucking him off but now all the Angels were on high alert for Viktor becoming a raging bull in a china shop. One way ticket for them to get booted out of the diner was for their singer to go crazy and get angry.

"I bet Aarne is right though, mate. Just enjoy your horse cock lover."

Billy couldn't help but begin tarting at his singer because it was fun to see Viktor wound up. Joe giggled and then began making blow job signs with his hands. It was all to wind up the punk but Viktor just middle fingered everyone and sat back down, drinking down some beer.

"Oh come on Viktor." Aarne pleaded with the irate punk. "It isn't like the rest of us here don't suck our men's cocks."

Aarne starts laughing and points at Billy who is being a brat to agitate Viktor even more. "Billy gets a mouth full of Dane cock."

Vars grabbed Viktor when he sat down but under the table aimed to give Joe a heavy booted kick under the table. "Want make mad. Aarne try all time."

Vars turns to the others and scowls. "Need learn torment."

Maybe the punk was being just a bit touchy as he looked to where Billy and Joe were sitting offering him lewd gestures but being dorks about it. They meant no harm. It was just a hard habit to break out of being defensive all the time. Viktor knew he didn't need to be and slowly he would start lowering that shield he had around people.

"I know Billy likes a fat fucking sausage down his throat. It's all he talks about at breakfast."

Joe snorted out his drink and giggled. Billy just offered a tarty sneer and then began to giggle himself because it was true. The blond guitarist did love his big sausages. Turning to Vars, Viktor punched the Norwegian's arm playfully. He knew Aarne was just teasing and he didn't want the bassist to get upset.

"Don't worry about it, mate. I know bitch legs doesn't mean it."

Vars suddenly turned on the others to team up with Viktor on the teasing. "Billy always got hand between Dane legs under table."

As soon as Vars said it Rik turned red as the tomato on his burger. Though the Norwegian is already laughing at the name Viktor called Aarne and the punch to his shoulder.

"Bitch legs tease all friends. Good he tease." Vars bumped his shoulder roughly into the punk beside him then leaned in speaking so quietly that only Viktor would here and so close that it looked more like he's kissing the singer's ear. "Fin right. You like my cock."

Vars gave him a smack on the chest and a bite to the ear before turning back to his food. "We eat now."

Billy just gasped and then shot Vars a middle finger as well as a tarty look. He had been rumbled because everyone knew how much he loved his Dane. His fingers were always in Rik's hair or touching his body somewhere. The crotch or thighs were also a good bet. Viktor speaking up after taking a gulp of drink;

"Bitch legs does, yeah. I'm getting used to you fucking crazy wankers now though."

The Brit just shooting a finger at Aarne but in a friendly way. Joe made a lewd gesture at his singer and the punk took it as normal. Friendly band banter between members. No hatred or anger. Viktor just looked at Vars when he whispered and then shook his head laughing slightly.

"Is that so? You're a fucking cocky bastard, aren't you? I love you for it though."

Viktor then got Vars in a headlock, laughing as he pulled the other man up and then knuckled his head with his hand. The table rocked and Billy had to grab hold of his drink because of the punks getting rowdy.

Rik started to laugh at what Viktor said. "Did you ever think you'd have to live with a Joe twin?"

Rik thought it was sweet that his friend had found someone so much like him, so wild and loud. They were the same spirit as far as Rik could see.

"Not cocky. Know. everyone know." Vars laughs as he's pulled in and Vars gives his lover a grab, rough and high up the inside of his thigh.

Aarne starts laughing at the antics. "We all know Viktor. You yell as loud as I do sometimes." Aarne drank down some of his beer with a huge grin. "It's good you have someone who loves you until you have to scream about it. That's how it should be."

Viktor gasped a little at the grab so high up his inner thigh. He almost let out a growl of pleasure but held it in since he was in public and with the bands. Fuck if he was going to give more fuel to the crazy Fin after what he been hurled at him already. Instead, he grabbed Vars by the hair and pulled the short spikes a little, laughing as he pressed a heated kiss to his Norwegian, breaking off and grinning.

Billy wolf whistled and Joe laughed whilst making a lewd gesture with his fingers. The bands loved it. Was it true that Viktor yelled as loud as Aarne? Perhaps. Although, the punk would argue it was more roaring than screaming. More manly that way.

"I don't fucking scream. That's what girls do. I roar and shout. There's a difference."

Joe made a mooing noise and made a horns sign on his head. Bullshit.

Vars did growl at the pull on his hair. The response is a firm grab to Viktor's crotch.

Aarne was starting to laugh which got to be infectious and sent the Dane into giggling. They knew Vars and had seen him with some shorter term partners on occasion.

"I make scream." Vars didn't care about his bandmates. If they teased him he would turn on them with the same. "And like it."

The grab to his crotch had Viktor crying out a little and he then nuzzled into Vars' neck, biting his collar bone slightly. Fuck, why did it feel so good when the Norwegian grabbed his crotch? His face heated slightly and he could see Joe and Billy looking at him giggling. They knew.

"Yeah I know you do. Fucking hot, mate."

The Brit just smirked and drank some of his beer, giving Billy and Joe the finger. It was a riot and Viktor couldn't help but sneak his hand underneath the table, giving Vars a good squeeze of his own crotch.

Vars grinned at that sound from Viktor. Aarne just shaking his head and trying not to laugh while Rik buried his face in a hand while blushing. They knew what was about to happen. Rik made a phone call signal with his hand and Aarne shrugs.

The didn't have time to get to more before the table bumped. Vars grabbing a fist full of Viktor's hair for the crotch grab, biting him roughly behind the ear. Vars is getting wound up fast.

As soon as Vars grabbed a handful of Viktor's hair the Brit gasped and then growled, laughing somewhat as he punched the Norwegian in the guts with his fist. Things were getting rowdy between the punks and Billy was watching Joe, knowing what was about to happen. Rik seemed to know too.

"Fuck!---"

Viktor bumped the table once more as he then went to tackle Vars around the waist with his arm, whilst near jumping onto the smaller man. Joe snorted in amusement whilst Billy leant over the table to smack Viktor over the head with a menu. Chaos.

Vars floundered from the weight of the bigger punk and being so close to the edge of the seat. He swats at the menu just as he starts to lose his balance.

"No hit." He's grouching at Billy but the sound of his voice off because he's falling out into the aisle. He wasn't about to let go of Viktor's hair though, especially now that he had knocked him out of the seat. Aarne can't hold in the loud laughter as he wonder if the punks were just going to get kinky in the middle of the restaurant.

"I think I'm going to call." Rik shook his head wondering how close they were to getting thrown out.

Things were heating up pretty quickly as Viktor could feel his hair being pulled which hurt but in a good way. Such a fucking good way. He could hardly turn his head so aimed a jab at Vars' stomach, trying to land a hit on the other punk. As for the other band members, Rik was going to call Robert to take the punks home probably. Billy just smirking as the menu got swatted out of the way by Vars.

"Call for what?"

Viktor just frowned and then chucked the salt pot at Billy, who was being a fucking tart as usual. The guitarist ducked just as the punk threw it towards him. Would they get chucked out at this rate? Probably. Joe laughing hard now, wondering how long it would take before clothes would be ripped off.

"Kinky bastards! Why don't you go and fuck in the limo? We don't want to see your naked punk asses at the dinner table."

Vars grabbed for Viktor's wrist once he hit the ground, already trying to roll them so he could pin the Brit down. He yanked on Viktor's hair and bit his jaw just below the ear. Things were getting hot and Vars growled at the other punk.

"The limo." Rik mentioned already texting Tom and Robert about needing a ride though he didn't mention why as he glanced up to see the punk rolling around on the floor and ducking the salt being thrown.

Rik laughs and looks up at Joe. "You should think about that next time you're flashing your ass at the bar."

Rik sassing Joe got Aarne laughing again as he wrapped his arms around Joe, kissing his cheek and whispering. "I'd like to see your naked ass at the table."

Viktor didn't care what Joe or any of the others at the table though. Fuck them. All he wanted was Vars and he wanted the Norwegian naked. But, they'd have to wait until the limo arrived otherwise they'd get arrested for indecent exposure or some other bullshit. The Brit half wanted the cops to be called so he could smash their car up and set it alight.

"You can at least wait for the limo to arrive before fucking! We don't want to see your ugly punk ass!"

Joe shouting from where he was sat just laughing at the two punks rolling around on the floor. Billy just nudging Rik and hoping Robert got the message to get the limo here pronto. Viktor bit down on Vars' ear and growled. Joe then turned to Aarne smirking at that comment.

"Yeah? How about I flash my ass for you now, Peachy?"

"You not wait. Fuck all over bars." Vars growled the words at the other Brit. He's horny as hell and if he can't fuck he might end up fighting with someone. The bite though got a guttural and animalistic growl from the bassist as he started trying to flip Viktor and pin him down.

Rik was staring and texted Robert again because he needed to get here. Then he wondered about Vars' bike but figured they could come get it later.

Aarne giggled. "YOU TEASE!!!" Aarne was getting wound up too and Rik just glanced at Billy with a sigh, suddenly feeling like the adult.

Viktor laughed when he felt the Norwegian trying to flip him over but the Brit is making sure that won't happen because he's putting up a fight. Everyone else just watching the two punks scrabble about on the floor of the diner. Fuck knows what all the other people around them thought. Joe was now getting louder due to the fact him and Aarne were getting wound up with each other talking lewdly as it often went.

"You know I am, babe! How about some hot Brit ass for your dessert?"

Joe jumped up onto the table once more and pulled his pants down. Billy smirked and threw a ketchup bottle towards Joe's naked ass cheeks hoping it would hit it. Chaos. Surely they would all get thrown out for sure now.

"NAKED ASS!"

Billy shouting out loud because he was a shouty tart just like his brother who could join in with the trash just like everyone else.

Vars bit Viktor on the neck for fighting back but this was their usual. Someone was going to come out on top but not until this fight escalated more and Vars got a handful of that blonde hair and started pulling.

Robert had came as fast as he could given Rik being concerned. He could only imagine what Vars and Viktor were getting into that caused the young guitarist to be in a rush. However, when he came in, the punks fighting on the floor was the least concerning.

"Put your damned pants on before I have to call Tom to escort you out of jail, AGAIN." Robert was already done with this and Aarne went wide-eyed. Unlike the Brits he knew better than to tangle with the two older men. They'd kick their asses for sure.