thisisgroundcontrol | The Chaos can't be stopped and captcha is bloody daft.

Vars was laughing as he watched Viktor set to throw the fire. Robert moved over a lane to stay out of the way as the sirens came on.

Then he saw the maniacs coming right at them, the red ducati going the wrong way on the freeway. Aarne had seen the fire and wanted to see what the punks were doing. Riding between the limo and the other bike Aarne screamed, standing on the bike pegs to cheer. No doubt this was the work of Viktor.

"Maybe second fire. Car still work." Or maybe Vars just wanted to watch his lover throw more fire on the bastards.

Hearing Vars laugh only fuelled Viktor on to delve into the bag once more and pull out another shitty bottle of vodka. Then, he noticed the red Ducati speeding up the wrong side of the freeway right towards the punks. Of course. Aarne screaming and Joe cheering from behind but keeping a strong arm on his crazy lover just so he didn't fall.

"I'll make another because that fucking banger needs to burn."

The banger being the cop car. Viktor sticking a middle finger up at the cops who were now banging on the sirens full blast as the Brit punk lit another molotov and threw it. This time it smashed against the siren lights, immediately busting them off and causing a fire to burn on the top. Fuck them! The cops tried to control their car as wreckage spilled down from the top of the car to cover the windscreen.

It then swung sideways and grated down the concrete barrier down the middle of the freeway, spinning out of control as the driver couldn't see where he was going. The Brit punk laughing his head off at the wreck. Flames now engulfing the engine as smoke began to pile out of the wrecked car.

Erik whimpered a little then went back to snoring softly.

Aarne skidded around to come up next to Vars and Viktor. Robert slowed down and veered away from the madness. There were more sirens.

Damien had been behind, almost sight seeing with Zack. His world out this way was bombed out, destroyed or crawling with Ministry. Everything was new despite having lived in America all his life. His own was a different America. However, here he knew what sirens meant. A car flew past him and he sped up, chasing after it. The others would soon see it too with Damien in pursuit.

"Zack, do you have a spray can on you?" It didn't take much to see the fire ahead and know that was Viktor's doing.

Joe loved what was going down and loved that Viktor had started throwing fire bombs at cop cars. Of course. This was one of his favourite pastimes. Zack now holding tightly onto Damien as the bike sped up towards where the punks and Trash Twins were. Robert keeping the limo at a safe distance. Smart man.

"Uh yeah? I always keep one on me, why?"

Frowning and unsure, Zack pulled out his spray can and offered it to Damien, wondering what he wanted it for. The smoke and fire could be seen from miles away as the cops in the burning car had obviously called for back up. Shit. Zack knew this could go down bad if they drew out their guns.

Damien kept the speed up and took the can, shuffling it under one arm while digging in his inside pocket.

"We're going to help." Damien mentioned as he let go of the handlebars with both hands. He used the tape he had fished out to wrap the Zippo he now had onto the can, positioned where the flame would interact with the spray. Then his hand came down and he worked on catching up.

Aarne loved to hear Joe screaming but he noticed the next car coming up. He waved at Vars to look back. Not only was there the car Damien was chasing but another coming up behind Damien. This was going to get bad in hurry. The cops coming up behind Vars and Aarne had the window down as Damien rode up. He flicked the Zippo and reached out, depressing the top to send a burst of fire right into the window. Damien laughed as they swerved away.

Zack was intrigued as to what Damien was now doing with his spray can. It was then he realised what the Dog was doing. Oh. A make shift flamethrower! Of course. No doubt Viktor would be pleased to know that his drummer's boyfriend was so good at making these things on the fly.

Joe laughed and kissed the back of Aarne's neck as he got up slightly and pulled down his pants, mooning the other cop cars now coming up the freeway. They could all fuck off. Viktor watched Damien and Zack and then saw the flamethrower. Hell yes. Seeing the Zippo light up the jet of aerosol caused the punk to cheer and then middle finger the cop car getting sprayed.

"Fuck yeah!"

Zack's eyes went wide but then he too was smiling and laughing at the chaos. Cops were wankers and they deserved it.

Damien was chasing after the car aas it swerved away, leaning in to angle the fire toward the steering wheel so they couldn't drive properly.

Aarne reached back and slapped Joe's naked ass. He loved it and wanted to see the Brit naked. If he wasn't riding he would join the chaos more. Vars too was paying more attention to driving and letting his passenger take car of causing a scene. The punk though was getting wound up and it was more than just the fire and the hatred of cops.

"Hold on." Damien flicked the lighter closed and pulled up behind the cop car while opening up the throttle. He's riding quickly up on the back end of the car, preparing to jump right on to the back end with the motorcycle. The Dogs learned these kinds of stunts to take down tanks and other vehicles through distraction.

Zack was enjoying the crazy but was half petrified that they'd fall off the bike or that the cops would start shooting out of the window of one of the cop cars. Oh shit!---

"Woah---fuck!"

The drummer wasn't expecting this as he held onto Damien with his strong drummer's arms, gasping a little but still laughing anyway because it was just pure crazy shit. Viktor nodded towards the Dog and was enjoying the show. Joe giggled loudly at the ass slap and then pulled Aarne's face around to kiss him passionately on his lips. He wanted a fuck soon.

Erik just snoozing away enjoying his dreams about Robert's body and his crotch.

Damien felt the drummer hold on tighter, popped the front tire and put it on the back end of the car. The bike kicked back dangerously, nearly flipping backward before it shot up onto the top of the car. It smashed the back window, dented in the roof and cracked the windshield before he came of the front, bike jolting hard as it hit the ground. Damien didn't slow at all because he knew the cops would be on them.

The kiss got a moan from the Fin who shoved back into the Brit's crotch. He wanted this but they were driving. "Should I find us a hotel?" Aarne glanced back grinning because that sounded like a wonderful idea.

Vars cheered on the crazy New Yorker. He certainly couldn't do that on his bike. Now they would surely have issues from the police, more than before. Robert better get his checkbook read at this rate.

Zack just held on for dear life, wondering what the hell would happen next but didn't close his eyes, instead he had them wide open loving it all. This was the thrill he never experienced with his past boyfriends----this craziness Damien had. He loved it. Viktor laughed and pulled out a bottle of good vodka taking a few large gulps as he enjoyed the show.

"A hotel, babe? I'd love that. I want you to sit in my lap riding my cock."

Joe was getting horny as he ground up against Aarne's ass, gasping as he was already half hard. It didn't take much for him to get wound up especially with all the crazy going on with the cops. Would Robert have to pay the fines or bail them out if they got arrested? Probably.

Erik, however, stirred a little but then went back to sleep, his mouth open, enjoying Robert's leg cushion.

On the bright side, now Damien had the attention of all of the cops which freed up the others from their attention. Damien took off letting the cops chase him. He was used to this. At least here there were fewer.

Vars grabbed Viktor's hand where he was holding the bottle, not for a drink since he would never drink and drive, but to bite his wrist over the pulse. The bite came with lingering lips before he let go of Viktor.

"I'd ride it right here if you didn't fuck me so hard I can't think." Aarne was yelling at Joe but already looking for an off ramp. The griding against him had his whole body tense. They might all need to stop at this rate.

Robert was watching the madness and not paying much attention to the fact he was gently stroking Erik's upper arm while he slept. Robert had to watch the road and the rest on their bikes too closely to even notice he was doing it.

Viktor frowned when Vars grabbed his hand but then laughed when the Norwegian bit his wrist over the pulse. Fuck, why did that feel so good! The Brit grabbed some of Vars' hair, pulling his head back and biting his neck softly before letting go. He knew they couldn't get too rough since they were both on the bike. Still, Viktor wanted to get rough soon with his lover.

Zack just held onto Damien and nuzzled into the back of his hair after that crazy stunt. It was awesome!

Joe was getting harder each moment they rode on the bike as he now pulled Aarne's hair and kissed his jaw once more. They had to find a hotel. Wasn't everyone getting restless and wanting alone time with their partners? It felt that way. How was lover boy getting on with his sugar daddy back in the limo? Joe was curious.

Erik sucked in a breath then started awake because he felt a light touch to his arm. Either that or he heard a loud bang outside. Didn't he? Or was that just his imagination? Stirring groggily he turned to look up at Robert through sleepy eyes.

Vars had to struggle to keep his eyes open when Viktor pulled his hair. He wanted to close them and do more than that. He grabbed Viktor's hair roughly, yanking on it while he watched the road. They might need somewhere private.

Aarne felt it as Joe pushed up against him, moaning at the kisses. Aarne laughed loudly and moved closely to Vars. "We're going to find a hotel."

He cut in front of the punk who followed them down the ramp and into whatever town was here. Surely they had a hotel that they could get a room in for a few hours.

Robert was watching the bikes split; Damien with the cars chasing him and the other two bikes getting off the highway. He had noticed some of what was going on between Vars and Viktor and Aarne and Joe. There was no sense in following them. He knew exactly what was going on there. Robert followed Damien and wondered where Rika nd Billy were. They were the only ones he hadn't seen yet.

Viktor loved it when Vars pulled on his hair yanking it roughly. He wanted to fuck the Norwegian hard or have his bassist fuck him. Whatever. He needed to find a hotel and fast. It seemed Joe and Aarne needed to find a hotel too since they were getting frisky with each other on the bike.

Joe nuzzled into the back of Aarne's neck whispering dirty things whilst giggling. Of course. The hotel room couldn't come soon enough.

Erik yawned and then sat up, pushing his hair from his face, which was now mussed and messy. Smiling towards Robert he wondered how long he'd been asleep and if he'd missed anything in the back of the car or outside. Finding his pack of smokes he pulled one out and then went looking for his lighter.

"Did I miss anything?"

Robert watched the four take off down the off ramp and into the town. They were unlikely to get into too much trouble and could call if they needed directions or anything. Damien though had a cop car still on his ass. Rik saw him coming up in the review mirror and shook his head.

"The cops." He told Billy with a sigh.

Robert moved his arm to let the Swede sit up. "Did you have a good nap?"

He asks and laughs, motioning out the front window. "Damien is being chased by the police because Viktor set one of fire a few miles back."

Robert is surprised he slept through the booms and all the screaming.

Billy was nuzzling into Rik's hair as they rode when he felt the Dane move his head to look behind. The Brit had heard the sirens but hadn't guessed it was to do with the band. Of course it was. How could it not? Was it Joe and Aarne or Viktor and Vars? Maybe both.

"Shit, the cops? What do those bastards want?"

Looking behind he noticed Damien and Zack riding with the cops chasing them. Oh no. Poor Zack looking slightly terrified but happy at the same time. That Damien was a crazy one for sure.

Stretching his legs and arms out, Erik sighed and then lit up his smoke, opening the side window and blowing a thin trail out into the air. Did he have a good nap? Oh, did he. His brown eyes twinkling towards Robert as he explained about his dream.

"I did. It was all cuddly and fuzzy then it went warm and hot. I loved it."

Rik shrugged at the question. "To catch Damien?" He's laughing as he waves to Damien and Zack flying by at the bike's top speed. Rik wasn't going to get involved but he was going to follow, just in case. Damien had a good handle on the bike for the way he slipped in and out of the traffic.

Robert glanced over at Erik with the most devious bad school boy smile and glitter in his eyes. "Ah... well then it is for the best that I don't understand Swedish yet. You would have incriminated yourself."

While he wasn't sure if he wanted the Swede's affections there was a bit of humor in knowing he was having dirty dreams while sleeping.

Billy frowned. If they did anything to Damien or to Zack the tarty Brit would surely give the cops a mouthful or more. He just hoped the Dog knew how to ride both of them out of trouble and ditch the bastard cops. It seemed Damien was in control and Zack just held on and hoped they'd ditch the cops soon.

That devious bad school boy smile just had the Swede gazing for a good few moments before clearing his throat and trying not to focus onto Robert's crotch. The flicker of arousal was lighting up once more between the guitarist's legs as he inwardly cursed. No, not here.

"I was talking? Oh. Do I talk? I didn't know. Uh---nothing bad I hope."

Of course Erik knew but his past lovers often told him what he said once they both woke up in bed. Feigning ignorance he started to blush.

Robert shook his head and looked out the window at the shrinking image of Damien and Zack but glad to see Rik and Billy. They, for once, didn't appear to be in any trouble.

"You do, a lot." Robert laughed and didn't believe that he was unaware. "What does 'Sug mig, Robert.' mean? You said it more than once." The saving grace is that Robert truly didn't know what it meant but he could always ask the Fin later.

"I---do? Well, I have been told I sometimes do from my past lovers. I just didn't know I spoke so much in my sleep. Åh, skit också. What? Sug mig? It means, well it means---"

Oh god. How was he going to explain to Robert that he just spilled out in his sleep that he wanted the Brit to suck him? Shit. His pulse began to race and his cheeks began burning a deep shade of pink. Drawing on his smoke he giggled a little. This was more than a little awkward.

"The truth is it means someone wants to uh---suck something."

He wanted to crawl under the seat and hide.

Robert could only laugh at the nervousness he can see. It wasn't like people didn't assume that was what Erik thought. Tom and Aarne had both teased Robert about as much.

"Something?" Robert breaks out into a full on laugh that he nearly chokes. "Isn't that suck someone?"

Robert could laugh about it but inside he was knotting up and wanting to run, only while they were driving he couldn't run. Humor was the next best thing for now.

"Something like a what's the word uh--slickepinne--lollipop."

Erik was so embarrassed he pinched his nose and sighed slowly. Jesus, how was he supposed to explain to Robert when he was picking up more dirty Swedish words by the day? Out of his mouth during sleep too! All he could do was laugh rather nervously and nod. The man wasn't naive. Not at all.

"We say some strange things in our sleep. I'm such a loud mouth sömnig pojke---sleepy boy."

If Hunter could hear his brother now through the screen he'd be laughing and being lewd.

Robert thought he was going to have to stop driving for how much he was laughing right now.

"I've been called a lot of things by people but never lollipop." He can barely get that comment out without more laughing. "Is that a compliment in Sweden?"

Now, Robert was playing a little ignorant when he wasn't. There's no way to avoid the laughter and the shake of his head. "Strange to whom? Without the language barriers I think anyone hearing that from you would know exactly what you meant."

Robert's getting nervous though, hands sweating on the steering wheel. He's not exactly comfortable with what Erik had said, even in his sleep, and yet he felt a fluttering tightness in his chest from the obviously sexual compliment given away by that blush.

"Well then let it be your first nickname given to you by me. Also fluffy teddy bear but that is something private. Uh---just my brother and me like giving names to people we like."

Erik's eyes were wide and he wanted to hide somewhere but there wasn't anywhere to go so he began laughing with Robert. The giggling from both men not being heard by anyone else since the screen was still up and thank goodness it was. All Erik needed was Hunter spouting lewd comments from the back. The Brit's laughter brought out happiness in the Swede.

"I know I sometimes snore and I've been known to hit and kick in my sleep. Strange things like this."

He scratched the back of his messy black hair and could feel the butterflies in his stomach.

"What if I don't want them?" Robert asked with a bit more seriousness than his recent laughing fit. The nicknames caused more of that feeling where he wanted to get away from Erik.

It was that other comment though that dampened his happiness and laughter to quiet. Robert had only ever been told he had screaming nightmares and sleep paralysis like symptoms. He knew why and didn't want to think about them. Erik brought up the feelings related to those nightmares, the terror inside of being anything closer than friends. He glanced over at Erik and forced a smile through a heavy breath.

"Most of them snore when they drink enough."

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