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As they headed backstage, Billie Joe heard faint sounds of fighting in a dressing room.

“Who the hell is even opening for us? They’re making a ruckus,” Mike sounded annoyed.

“I don’t know, I’ll go check it out. You guys go on and get ready,” Billie responded.

Billie headed to the dressing room that was making the commotion and knocked on the door, “Hey, uh, it’s Billie Joe.. Is everything alright in here?”

The room went silent for a second before someone began stomping toward the door and yanked it open.

There before Billie stood the devilish fiend from The Network known as Willhelm Fink. As Billie looked around the room, he noticed another person who resembled the Foxboro Hot Tubs lead, Reverend Strychnine Twitch, known informally as Rev by many, seated on the couch. It only took Billie a moment to connect the dots and make sense of their fighting, though he’d rather not talk to either of them.

“Look, I didn’t even know who the openers were, so don’t blame this on me.”

Fink decided to speak up first, “It’s your fucking show! I already didn’t want to play before you, but now I have to play before him?!” He pointed back at Rev as he said this.

To his disgust, Rev stood up and chimed in, “And I refuse to play after their horrendous act on the same stage. It’d be sacrilegious.”

“Would you two rather switch acts?” Billie just wanted to sort this out and get away from them as soon as possible.

Somehow, Rev looked even more disgusted, “What? And have my set lead into his demonic worship? Absolutely not!”

“Like I’d ever play after you poisoned the stage with your ‘holiness’ and shit!”

Billie groaned, rubbing his temples. “You two sound like middle schoolers fighting, you know that?”

Rev scoffed, crossing his arms. “I’d never waste my time like that on a creature like him.”

Fink chuckled low, stepping just close enough to make Rev shift back an inch. “Relax, preacher, you know you’re lying.”

Rev shot him a glare sharp enough to cut glass, but his eyes lingered for a moment too long before he turned away with a dramatic huff.

Billie noticed but shook his head. “Whatever this is, keep it off my stage. Flip a coin, draw straws, I don’t care. Just figure it out before I lose my mind.”

That only seemed to set Fink off more and he approached Billie much closer, “You don’t get to just bail out! It’s your show, so you gotta sort this out.” He rested his claw-like nails against Billie’s neck and grabbed his wrist.

Rev gasped and rushed forward, trying to pull Fink off the startled singer. “For God’s sake, let him go! You’ll ruin the show before it even starts!”

Fink didn’t budge. His grip on Billie tightened, teeth flashing dangerously close. “Maybe the crowd would rather see blood than hear another recycled chorus.”

Billie squirmed, panicked and ready to leave. “Seriously! I don’t need you two adding this to my night!”

Rev yanked harder, his face dangerously close to Fink’s. “Get off him, you unholy fiend. If you want a fight, try me instead.”

Fink leaned in, his smirk teasing, almost flirting in the way only a masochist could. “Careful, Reverend. Sounding a little eager there.”

Rev’s eyes jumped to Billie, and then back to Fink, a flush creeping up his neck. “This is not… ugh.” His voice wavered slightly before he finally pulled Fink off of Billie.

Billie froze between them, heart racing at the closeness, the intensity, the heat in the air. He couldn’t tell if they were going to rip each other apart, or if the spark under all the quarreling was something far different. They all stood there still, the burning energy between all three lingered, heavy and unspoken.

After a moment, Billie straightened, rubbing his wrist where Fink’s grip had been, and shot them both a glare. “Seriously, can we just get through the show without trying to kill each other?”

Fink’s smirk returned to his sly face, “Oh, come on, Billie. You have to admit that watching us argue is fun, isn’t it?”

Rev’s eyes narrowed, “It’s just agonizing. Don’t flatter yourself, Wilhelm.”

Fink leaned closer to Rev, close enough that Billie felt a flicker of heat between them. “I’m not flattering myself,” he murmured, teeth barely showing. “I’m just making an observation.”

Rev’s eyes burned into Fink, sharp and calculating, though a faint tension lingered in his posture. “Keep your opinions to yourself,” he snapped.

Billie’s stomach twisted. He could feel the tension vibrating between them, a dangerous, magnetic pull he couldn’t ignore. And suddenly, he realized he was caught in the middle of more than just a fight. He ran a hand down his face, trying to ignore the pull in the air. “Right. So, can we get this over with now?”

Fink sighed, “Fine. As long as he doesn’t do any preachy shit on stage.”

“What the hell!” Rev’s eyes shifted to Billie briefly, then back to Fink, jaw tight. “Ugh, fine. But if you so much as breathe wrong…”

Fink smirked, tilting his head just slightly. “I’ll try not to.”

Billie felt a faint warmth rise in his chest, and he couldn’t tell if it was adrenaline, fear, or something else entirely. The room felt smaller, heavier, each movement charged, though none of them would admit it.

For a long moment, the three of them simply stared at one another. The fight had been stalled, for now. Billie realized with a sinking dread that whatever was brewing between Fink and Rev, and somehow involving him, was only going to get more complicated from here.

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After the show, the roar of the crowd faded behind the closed doors, leaving backstage quieter than expected. Sweat still clung to Billie’s hair, and his heart hadn’t quite slowed from the adrenaline of the show.

Mike passed Billie up, and Tré patted him on the back before following Mike and turning around to call out to Billie, “Have a good night, Bill!”

Billie waved to Mike and Tré as they left. “Yeah, see you two tomorrow!” After watching them leave, he glanced around the room, and his gaze drifted toward Fink’s dressing room where Fink and Rev were, and they seemed oddly calm. Fink lounged on the couch, arms crossed. Rev sat upright on a chair, meticulous as ever, straightening his jacket and looking entirely unbothered, though there was a faint flicker of sharp calculation in his eyes.

Billie felt that same magnetic pull from before, subtle but undeniable. After some hesitation, Billie headed to their room to make sure they were alright. He knocked lightly on the doorframe. “Hey, you guys okay?” His voice was careful, almost tentative, as if speaking too loudly might reignite whatever had been simmering earlier.

Fink’s smirk was there, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We’re fine,” he said slowly, every word carrying a faint edge. “Just resting after the show.”

Rev’s hands rested stiffly on his knees. “Fine,” he echoed, though there was a tautness in his voice that made the word sound hollow.

Billie stepped further into the room, trying to act casual, but he couldn’t ignore how the air felt thick and heavy with unspoken words and unresolved hostility. He swallowed and offered a nervous smile. “Just wanted to make sure everything’s alright.”

Fink’s smirk deepened, slower this time, deliberate. “We’re surviving,” he said, voice low, eyes flicking sharply toward Rev.

Rev’s jaw tightened ever so slightly. “For now,” he said, sharper, though the stiffness in his posture portrayed more than irritation. There was an energy in the room that neither of them addressed.

Billie shifted on his feet, suddenly aware that the tension from earlier was still present, “Right, well, don’t let me keep you from whatever it is you were doing.”

Fink leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, smirk still in place, eyes lingering on Billie. “You don’t have to worry about us. We manage just fine.”

Rev’s hands flexed subtly on his knees, eyes glancing between Billie and Fink, though he didn’t move. “Just keep your distance if you value your sanity,” he added, voice even, but Billie noticed the faint flush creeping up his neck.

Billie swallowed again, trying to mask the awareness prickling at the base of his spine.

Fink stretched, deliberately slow and taunting, letting his arm brush the back of the couch just enough to make Rev’s face a bit redder. “Or you could stay a little while,” he said, voice smooth, smirk sharp. “I promise we’re not that scary yet.”

Billie took a half step back. “You say that like I’d be intimidated,” he replied, voice cool but low. “I’ve dealt with worse than you, trust me.”

Fink leaned forward, letting the smirk deepen, his gaze teasing, “Oh, I don’t doubt it. But it’s fun to try.”

Rev cleared his throat, ready to lunge at Fink with guns ablazing, but chose to try to ease the situation instead. “This has been going on all night. We should calm it down a bit.”

Fink let out a low, mocking laugh. “Calm it down? Rev, I think you forgot that I thrive on chaos.”

Rev’s glare cut sharp as a knife, but there was a flicker of curiosity, almost amusement, in his eyes. “Chaos leads to madness and hysteria,” he countered, leaning forward. “Control is what matters.”

Fink’s grin widened, predatory and teasing. “Control, huh? Let’s see how long you can keep it, preacher.” He leaned back slightly, letting his fingers trail lazily over the edge of the couch, eyes locked on Rev.

Billie’s stomach twisted. The room felt electric, every word, every glance, every subtle movement was a challenge, and something else, something thrilling. He was caught in the middle, a spectator and participant all at once, knowing the fight wasn’t just through anger anymore.

Rev’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. “Careful, Fink, you might like what you find when you push too hard.”

Billie swallowed hard, heart hammering. He could feel the pull grabbing him through the air like tempation. He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. The room had shrunk, and the world outside seemed irrelevant.

Fink tilted his head, lips curving in that infuriating grin. He leaned just a little closer, “Push too hard?” he echoed, voice a whisper now, teasing and dangerous. “I think that’s the point. I think a preacher like you needs to be pushed into chaos to feel true control.”

Rev’s eyes flickered towards Billie for a fraction of a second before snapping back to Fink. “Maybe,” he said slowly, “but some chaos isn’t worth the trouble.”

Fink’s smirk only widened, “Oh, I think some chaos is irresistible,” he murmured, tone heavy, daring. “Don’t you agree, Bill?”

Billie’s throat went dry. He could feel the tension radiating off both of them like heat, magnetic and dangerous, pulling him in a way that made his pulse spike. “Uh, maybe,” he croaked, barely able to speak, heart hammering.

Fink stood up and walked slowly next to Billie. “Or maybe,” he whispered in a low voice, “you just like watching us dance around each other. Maybe you like seeing what happens when we test each other.”

Once Fink placed a hand on Billie’s shoulder, Rev stood up to push Fink away, only putting himself closer to the other men. He shoved Fink’s hand off of Billie, but stood firm, leaving Billie in the middle. They all stood there for a moment, the tension growing.

“You know,” Fink murmured to Billie, his voice low and dangerous, “you could walk away if you wanted.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Billie forced out, “Not until this is settled.”

Fink’s smirk deepened, but his eyes were sharper now, dangerous. “Settled?” he whispered, leaning even closer. “Are you sure?”

Rev’s fingers flexed at his sides, and in the next moment, he lunged, pressing Fink back against the wall with a force that was part fury, part unrestrained need. Fink didn’t pull away. If anything, he pressed in, his lips grazing Rev’s ear. “Careful, Rev,” he hissed. “Know your place.”

Rev’s hands gripped Fink’s shoulders, but the tension in his body betrayed more than just anger. “You think you have control? You’re just a cowardly demon,” he spat, voice rough, teeth clenched. Fink let out a rough chuckle before pressing a sudden, biting kiss to Rev’s jaw. Billie watched in horror and intrigue.

Rev growled, shoving Fink back into the wall, but the motion only drew them closer, bodies brushing, breaths hot and ragged. “Damn it,” Rev muttered, pushing him back and grabbing at his jacket.

Their lips collided in a vicious, consuming kiss that was equal parts anger and lust, raw and unrelenting. Billie’s pulse spiked as he realized what he was watching. His chest tightened as he watched them, caught in the magnetic pull of them, and for a terrifying, thrilling moment, he knew he was trapped in here and he wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to leave.

Before he could think, Billie stepped closer with Fink noticing. Fink pushed Rev off of him to acknowledge Billie. “Careful, Bill, think before you make a decision.”

Rev turned toward Billie and smirked like he was offering a dangerous invitation. “If you’re going to get involved, don’t be afraid. You’ll need to keep up.”

Billie’s hands trembled slightly, but with the heat in the room and the raw tension his decision was made for him before his mind could argue. He stepped farther forward, gaining a smirk from Fink. Fink pulled Billie closer in between himself and Rev. He leaned forward just enough to brush his lips against Billie’s in a teasing kiss.

Rev reacted instantly, pressing closer, one hand gripping Fink’s shoulder while the other brushed against Billie’s side. The three of them were pressed together, and suddenly they were the only things in the world that mattered. Each touch was a spark, each glance was a dare. Billie could feel the pulse of both men against him, the roughness, the heat, the sharp, thrilling friction of their combined fury and desire.

Rev growled low, leaving a bite on Billie’s neck, and Fink responded by pulling Billie by the hips closer to him. Billie gasped, caught between their intensity, but leaned into the chaos, letting himself be pulled into the storm of anger and lust swirling around him.

Billie’s hips started to betray him as they grinded into Fink’s. Fink smirked and guided Billie’s hips for the best feeling. Rev took this opportunity to suck on Billie’s neck and push his hips into the rhythm that the others had created.

Fink was rough while Rev was smooth, leaving Billie barely doing anything and still getting the high of his life. He let out many animalistic noises before Fink decided to shut him up by putting a hand on the back of Billie’s head and pulling him in for a devilishly passionate kiss. His sharp teeth grazed Billie’s lips in a horribly lustful way. Rev moved his hands to Billie’s pecs and began grabbing at them over and over again. It felt so good.

As the heat of the room swelled up, Rev decided he wanted more for himself and grabbed Billie’s shoulders to turn him around. Billie’s lips were now smeared black from Fink’s lipstick and looked a perfect mess. Billie gasped as he swung around, but did not stop it. Immediately, Rev pulled Billie into a soft and needy kiss. Slow and passionate, their lips being sucked by each other carefully.

Though Fink was not thrilled about the switch, he took advantage of the situation and began tracing his teeth along Billie’s neck and moving his hand to the hem of Billie’s shirt. He slowly began pulling it up, making Rev back off of Billie for just a second to get his bare torso free. Once the shirt was off, Fink started biting and sucking along Billie’s shoulders, making Billie shudder from the sensation.

After Billie’s shirt was pulled up, Rev placed his hands along Billie’s chest and grazed his thumbs over the hard nipples, releasing a moan from Billie.

Despite all the sensations, Billie craved more. He shifted himself around one of Rev’s legs and began grinding through his jeans. Rev took notice of this and decided that they were ready to take it to the next level. He pulled Billie over to the couch, forcing Fink to follow along as well.

Rev separated himself from Billie for a moment to make his way to Fink, leaving Billie helpless and needy next to them. Rev playfully started taking off Fink’s jacket and shirt while Fink undid Rev’s pants. Billie watched and felt himself grow more needy at the sight. The two continued until all of their clothes were off, and they then looked at Billie with intent. He knew he was next, though he felt nervous. Excited, too, but he was not sure what would happen once this step was taken.

Rev could tell Billie was nervous and asked, “You still there?”

“Uh.. yeah, sorry. Just-,” Billie hesitated, “Never done this before.”

“Really?” Fink stepped forward, “I thought your whole band was fags?” Rev reacted at the slur, but Fink did not flinch.

“Well, we’re all bi, yes,” Billie explained, “but we haven’t ever all been together at the same time. At least not to this level.”

“Well,” Rev tried to calm Billie down, “if you want to back out, you can. But we have done this before, so don’t worry about logistics or anything, we’ll handle that.”

Billie thought for a moment, looking the men up and down, then he nodded slowly, “No, I can do this. But if I make it clear I want out, could we stop?”

Fink scoffed but Rev nodded, and soon enough Rev was carefully undoing Billie’s belt and jeans before dropping them to the floor. Billie looked up nervously, but neither of them seemed like they would have been judgemental in any situation. However, he noticed that Fink looked annoyed at how slow this was being taken.

“Can we fucking hurry up? I hate you empathatic bitches, let’s just fuck already.”

“Could you be patient?” Rev growled, “He hasn’t done this before. You remember your first time right?”

This reignited a sense of rage in Fink, “You motherfucker… Shut up before I rip your dick off.”

Rev chuckled and turned to Billie, “He just needs to be riled up to be good doing it. Otherwise he gets all wimpy n’ shit.”

Fink grabbed Rev by the shoulders and dug his nails into the pudgy skin, “Shut the fuck up.”

Rev nonchantly removed Fink’s hands from him and looked at the couch, “Alright, Fink I think you know what I’m thinking of. I’ll lay down and you straddle me. Then we can show ol’ Bill here his treat.” Fink, in his state of fury, smirked at Billie and almost purred as he walked to the couch after Rev.

Billie watched as Rev laid down, right side up, and Fink straddled himself on Rev’s hips. His face grew hot and his breathing much heavier. “Wh- Where do you want me?”

Fink gestured for him to walk closer and then patted Rev’s chest. Billie gulped, but eventually climbed over the Reverend to sit on his chest. Rev lightly grabbed Billie’s hips and pulled him back wards. Billie, making sure Rev was not about to suffocate, cautiously looked down at the movement, but Fink grabbed his jaw to make eye contact instead. Fink watched Billie, with pure lust, react to Rev’s tongue tracing Billie’s asshole. Billie gasped out a moan and rolled his eyes back. This made Fink even more ready for his next step.

Fink backed up on Rev’s hips and guided his length into Rev’s pussy and began to slowly grind into him. Billie was in heaven and hell while watching this, biting his lip.

Fink growled and looked at Billie, “You thought I was done, huh?”

Billie looked confused but then Fink lowered himself so his mouth reached Billie’s hips. He began to tease Billie’s cock with his tongue, though Billie needed no teasing with everything that had happened already and with Rev eating his ass.

After just a moment, Fink decided to give up teasing Billie and put his mouth fully around Billie’s length, taking him all in and bobbing up and down. This sent Billie into ecstasy.

Soon, Rev started grinding up onto Fink’s cock and everyone was feeling so much pleasure. Rev licking circles around Billie’s hole, occasionally entering with his tongue. He was being filled by Fink’s cock simultaneously. Fink was also filling his own mouth with Billie’s cock, giving Billie every sensation ever in his dick and ass.

Billie instinctively grabbed Fink’s hair to push Fink further onto his cock, which only fuled Fink’s lustful rage. This triggered him to grind harder into Rev, causing Rev to begin biting Billie’s ass along with licking. Rev gripped Billie’s hips even tighter, enough to leave bruises. One of Fink’s hands was on Rev’s waist to hold him down and the other was on Rev’s throat under Billie’s balls.

It didn’t take long at all before they were all moving at different ragged paces, all on the edge. The room filled with moans and groans, ones you would only find in the grossest of pornos. Billie, with all his nerve endings being tortured was the first to give. His ass clenched atop Rev’s face as his cock spewed into Fink’s mouth. Fink quickly swallowed, this sending him over the edge and busting into Rev messily. Fink’s cock pulsated inside him, sending shockwaves through him. And finally, this caused Rev to release around Fink.

Billie practically fell on top of Fink as he released. Rev had barely enough strength in him, but he managed to move Billie back onto his chest to allow him to breathe easier. Fink slowly slid out of Rev and off of Billie’s dick. They laid there for a moment before Fink pushed Billie off of him and stood up.

Billie dazily looked up at Fink before realizing he should get off of Rev. He attempted and failed at standing up, so he stumbled onto the couch to sit. Rev sat up and put an arm around Billie.

“You doing okay there, man?”

“Y- yeah,” Billie panted, “Fuck… yes, I’m good.”

“Never had something like that, have you?” Fink asked Billie as he threw his clothes back on.

“No. That was… that was insane.”

“Well don’t expect it to happen again,” Fink responded, “I don’t plan on opening for your sell-out band ever again.” He left the room in a quick movement and left the door ajar.

Billie immediately covered himself before reaching for his clothes and messily putting them back on.

“Don’t mind Fink, he never tells the truth.”

Billie looked up at Rev, who had now leaned back against the couch, manspreading.

“He’s probably about to schedule a show near you on purpose and act like it’s an inconvenience.”

Billie chuckles, “Has he done that to you?”

“That’s how this whole fucked relationship we have started. God, I love that demon,” Rev looked at the door fondly before snapping back, “Well, I should get dressed and head out. You may want to leave first in case anyone was lingering backstage.”