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“Alright, SO, we’ve got some time before you need to record with the boys. I think we need to circle back to this whole, uh.. “Planet Piss” idea, mmkay Willy?” Knubbler stated shortly, spinning his leather chair to face William, fingers steepling just below his lips. 

Murderface, slumped against the couch with his arms crossed, grumbled in response. His gaze looked past Dick, unfocused and glassy, his eyes furious as always. 

Treading carefully, Knubbler offered “Look, I think we’ve been making great progress with the demos and uhhh.. I’m invested in this idea, baby, I think it could take us places, both of us.” He stopped briefly, expecting an insult, a self-deprecating remark, some stupid idea in response. 

Nothing.

The air felt heavy.

Knubbler cleared his throat awkwardly, feeling suffocated by the unusual silence from his client. 

“uh-HUM… well let me show you what I got here and we can-” 

Murderface groaned loudly and slumped further into the sofa, rolling his eyes as he did so. Everything was so… IRRITATING right now. He couldn’t focus, and he definitely didn’t want to hear whatever garbage they’d cooked up last time they were in the studio. The same sentiment was not shared by Dick. His eyes flashed red briefly and whirred into focus on Murderface as he straightened his posture and crossed his arms, matching the juvenile attitude facing him. 

“I’m sorry “rockstar” he muttered mockingly, “am I BORING you?”

Murderface whined. “JEEZ, don't get all SENSHITIVE on me Knubbler. I don't wanna deal with that right now..”

“Ok, ok.. then what DO you want Willy? Because I THOUGHT you wanted to work on this album, mmkay? But that’s clearly not, uh.. important to you right now.”

A dramatic sigh echoed through the room.

“OBVIOUSLY PLANET PISS ISCH IMPORTANT TO ME. I jusht… urgh.. I just can't do it right now, ok?? You wouldn’t understand.”

Knubbler readjusted in his chair. Was there a flicker of emotion in his eyes when he said that? Of frustration, of passion, of pain? Usually, Murderface’s eyes were like black holes, void of any perceptible feeling other than violence (if that even counts). But, for a moment, they looked softer. Dick repressed a smirk.

“Try me, Willy. You can tell me... ANYTHING. Anything at all, babe. I'm your confidante, mmkay? Lay it all on me, whatever it takes to get this record a rock and rollin'.”

Murderface paused. He glanced at Knubbler, then down, then around, fidgeting his gaze nervously. Before he knew it, his mouth was moving on its own, even though his instincts were screaming at him to shut it. He needed to get this off his chest. It was killing him. And Dick just kept staring with those cold, knowing eyes.

“I..i-i..” he stuttered, before taking a deep breath. “I’ve been, er… somewhat... FRUSHTRATED down here, you know um….s-sexchually, I mean.” His stomach was turning as the words slipped out of his mouth, which was strange as he usually didn’t shy away from this topic. He coughed and readjusted his legs awkwardly. Dick leaned forward, nodding his head in a knowing way.

“Yeagh, so uh, NORMALLY I’d just, ya know…practice some, uh, shtress-relief…” Murderface’s ears were turning red as he tiptoed around the subject. “But the fuckin’ robot’s insistin’ we can’t, I mean, GOD knows why..” He continued, noticeably avoiding Dick’s gaze, as the white lie slipped out.

“Okayy... uh... forgive me for asking but what does that, er... mean, exactly?” 

William growled in frustration, and tightened his fists. “IT MEANS I CAN’T JACK IT, JEEZ. So, I’ve been uhh… you know, WORKED UP, and I can’t... you know. RELEASE, so to shpeak.”

Why was he having so much trouble getting this out?? Why did it tie his stomach in knots to talk about his dick right now??? This had never been a problem for him before, not with the guys, not with chicks… he was confused and it was making him furious. But most of all he just felt awkward, and he didn't know why.

Knubbler rested his chin on his thumbs, and gazed curiously at Murderface’s indecipherable expression. “Mm-hm. Okay. Look, Willy, I’m sorry but you're gonna have to break it down for me. I’m just not seeing the, uh.. connection here.” He was teasing him a little at this point, he couldn’t help himself. Dick had never seen William so flustered, so... emotional. It created a stir in him that he hadn’t felt in years. He wanted to milk this moment for everything it was worth. And, hey, it's good to bond with your business partner, right? He figured they’d both be better off if they stopped mincing words.

Murderface gaped at Dick’s suggestion, his brain running a million miles a minute. He grumbled under his breath, trying to decipher his thoughts. Every inch of his body was screaming at him to brush it off, to back out, to scream and stamp and destroy... but he stayed frozen on the couch. Because 4 1/2 inches of him (quickly becoming 5) begged him to stay. He turned his head up to meet Dick’s steady gaze “I- i mean..” Knubbler’s robotic stare bore into his very soul, unwavering, unblinking, but somehow sympathetic.

“I'M JUST SO HARD MAN.” 

He regretted the choice of words as soon as they came out of his mouth. 

“I MEAN.. look that didn't come out right, it's just-“ Dick glanced down as he floundered, and noticed for the first time the considerable bulge in Murderface’s shorts. He felt his face get warm, and his muscles tense.

“I’m gettin’ fuckin’ blue-balled every day and there ain’t schit I can do about it. How the fuck am I supposed to feel?!? I need to get laid sho fuckin bad...” Murderface continued. “That ASSHOLE Offdensen didnt let any fuckin’ chicks into this shtupid thing, and NOW he’s all, ‘ohh Murderface if I catch you ‘massurbatin’ I'm cutting your allowance, blah blah blah’… SERIOUSLY, I mean… IM OUTTA FUCKIN’ OPTIONS!!” He sighed dramatically and sank back into the couch, leaning his head up to stare at the ceiling. He failed to notice Dick straighten in his chair, eyes literally lighting up as he was struck with what seemed like the perfect solution for both of them.

“I understand, Willy, I do. So, you REALLY can't work on ANYTHING in your, uh… condition, per say? You’re certain of that?”

“Are you KIDDING?! I can barely fuckin’ walk !!!”

“Alright, baby, easy. Look, I’ve been here before. I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do. You just, uh… you just close your eyes, mmkay?”

“PFFT. Uhh, no offenshe Dick, but I don’t exactly see how a nap ish gonna help me right now.”

Knubbler paused to take a hit from a small metal snuff box, which he tucked neatly into his blazer as he continued, “Trust me, Willy, it’s better this way. You just have to trust me.”

Murderface thought for a moment, his gaze turning down to meet Dick’s. He had to face it. He was desperate. He had no idea what Dick could possibly be about to do that would warrant his eyes being closed, but his previous statement was true; he was completely out of options and, honestly, willing to try anything. He could NOT take another month of this.

“ALRIGHT! Fine. Whatever you say “MR. MANAGER’…”

He grunted, flicking his eyes away from Dick’s cold stare and crossing his arms. A heavy growl left his mouth before he let his eyelids fall and slumped into the couch. Knubbler readjusted his ascot and rose from his chair.

“Look,” William started in a confident, almost condescending tone, “I don't know what kind of uh.. ‘RELAXASHUN TECHNIQUE’ youre plannin’, Dick, but trust me I’ve tried just about every trick in the fuckin book.” He snorted. 

“Just keep those peepers closed, baby, I’ll take care of it.” Came the response, calm and concentrated. Dick got on his knees as Murderface chuckled. 

“Ya know, that sounds pretty fuckin gaaaARH-??!!”

zzZZIP!

OH FUCK.

SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE DOING?!?

Murderface’s eyes shot open, but his hands reacted faster, already clenched over his junk. The fly on his shorts was half pulled, his raging boner quivering to get out; the first thing he felt, though, was a cold slender hand holding the zip. As soon as his eyes snapped awake, they darted downwards.

Knubbler was perched between his spread legs, gazing up at William’s reddening face through loose strands of fine blonde hair. “I did tell you to shut ‘em, Willy..” He started, a smirk spreading across his face, but Murderface interrupted him before he could finish. “HOLY SHIT. H- HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!! FUCK I… NOT LIKE THISch I-I-...” He trailed off. Just looking at Knubbler beneath him, poised over his cock, teasing him, was getting him more excited than he cared to think about. He could feel blood pulsing through his dick, which was trembling like it was spring-loaded; itching to get out of his (suddenly VERY tight) shorts. Fuck. FUCK. URGGH, the fucking bastard looked so.. FUCK!!! He tried to force words out of his mouth, but they didn’t come. He just kept stuttering awkwardly, his hands still clenching Knubbler’s.

Dick’s grin grew discernibly wider as he watched William struggle. All of a sudden, this malevolent, violent superstar was trembling from a single touch. It was extremely fucking hot. Testing his luck, he peeled his free hand off the floor and up to William’s crotch, stroking the bulge in his shorts playfully. He felt Murderface tense immediately. His head reared up and he bit his lip, stifling a groan, while his grip on Knubbler’s other hand tightened in warning… then loosened slightly. He was fighting a losing battle with himself here. Knubbler knew Murderface needed this. He’d known he needed this since they’d met.

Sweat was pouring down William’s face now. His hands were getting clammy. 

Fuck, he wanted this so bad. FUCK, he wanted him SO BAD.

FUCK, HE wanted HIM so bad??

The thought was pushed down as soon as it flashed across his mind, years of internalised homophobia relentlessly battling his primal urges. He weighed his options while choking on the gasps Knubbler was coaxing out of him. On one hand, he’s DEFINITELY not into men (duh!!). On the other, he was about to fucking explode right now. 

Knubbler was still massaging his crotch softly, slowly, tenderly, and just that was edging him towards the completion he’d been craving for weeks. His face scrunched and a deep moan slipped from his mouth, snapping him back to reality. With a concentrated effort, he managed to squeeze out his decision. 

“I’M NnnNOT GAY.” he muttered, stifling another gravelly moan. 

As soon as he finished the declaration, Dick’s hand faltered, then stopped entirely. Murderface immediately regretted saying anything. He lifted his own hands, which he’d only just realised were still clenching Knubbler in a vice grip and wiped them on the couch cushions, avoiding Dick’s gaze, but it didn’t do much. He was ridiculously hot and bothered, and the sweat just kept coming. He tugged at his collar awkwardly and cleared his throat, breaking the silence. The air between them was thick, and they could both feel it; the tension had been rising since they’d stepped in the room and now, with William’s input, relief was much further. 

Or so he thought. 

As Murderface started to murmur an apology, Knubbler’s hands drifted back towards the growing bulge, the buzz of arousal and cocaine simmering in his bloodstream. He was in a moment he’d been dreaming of for months, which he’d never imagined would ever come to fruition. His star client was compromised, at his complete mercy, and, let’s face it, practically BEGGING for him. He’d never been one for missed opportunities, and he was not about to start now. 

In one calculated action, Knubbler pulled William’s fly.

His cock, already drenched in sweat, sprung from his pants like it was mechanised. Murderface froze, clenching his muscles and widening his eyes… but he didn’t stop him. 

Just the sight of William’s dick was enough to stir something in Knubbler, a sensation he hadn’t experienced in YEARS. Sure, he’d seen it PLENTY of times before (this was William Murderface, after all - who hadn’t?), but it was a whole different kind of beast erect, and Knubbler savoured the intimacy of the moment. He shuffled closer unconsciously, as his own crotch started pulsing and drool pooled in his mouth. With one pale, manicured finger, he traced a vein on the girthy shaft of Murderface’s dick, which felt at that moment as though it was towering over him. 

The moan that came in response was devastating; it was loud, uncontrollable, and rolled out of William’s mouth in a way that made both men blush. 

Exactly what Dick needed.

His own cock immediately leapt to attention, almost tearing straight through his tight linen trousers. WHOA MAMA! The little pecker had been MIA for so long, he barely remembered how it felt to be hard. And by god, this was maybe the hardest he’d ever been. Just the knowledge that he was now sporting a RAGING boner turned him coy, and he lifted his hand, causing Murderface (and his dick) to twitch wantingly. William looked down at the man who’d so easily overpowered him, turned him breathless from just a few gentle strokes, who’d taken away his control of the situation, suddenly look down in embarrassment, and a thought that had been nagging at the corner of his mind for a long, long time suddenly grew very strong.

He NEEDED to be inside him.

I mean, the guy sorta looked like a chick from here, right...? He had that stupid long hair that framed his face perfectly… a-and those dumb mechanical eyes, they could be anyone’s right?? Robots can’t be gay. It made sense. It wasn’t gay. And those… full, pale lips. FUCK, those lips. Holy SHIT he needed them. HOLY SHIT HE NEEDED HIM. The voice was too loud to resist now. He let his eyes fall closed as a primal desire took over; Knubbler was right of course, it was easier with them shut.

Dick, who’d been a bit too focused on himself, was snapped out of his self-reflection by a sudden strong tug at his hair. He felt a meaty hand grip the back of his scalp and pull his head upwards, his heart beating fast as he realised what was about to happen. His gaze found William’s face, scrunched up with eyes tight, mouth slightly agape and lips quivering. Knubbler smirked. He knew it. He knew he’d come around.

“s-suck it..” Murderface muttered, in a trembling voice. Knubbler held back a giggle at the suggestion, and his grin grew wider.

Confidently, he teased “What’s that, baby...? You’ll have to speak up, I can barely-“ Murderface growled in frustration, and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I SHAID SUCK IT.” He roared, slamming Dick’s face towards his crotch with so much force it almost broke his neck.

Knubbler wasn’t arguing anymore. 

Without further hesitation, he leaned into Murderface, sticking his tongue out and licking his shaft from the base to the head. It sent shivers through William’s entire body and he moaned again, from somewhere deep inside him. Slowly, Knubbler started working, lapping trails of pre-cum off his dick before tracing small, light circles around the tip teasingly. His cool breath drifting onto William’s pulsing cock, mixed with the rippling pleasure of those delicate laps around his tip sent shocks through Murderface’s system that left him twitching. He released a long groan at the sensation, which echoed throughout the studio, and Knubbler paused to relish the moment, still panting gently onto the mound of flesh in front of him.

“Awww furrrccckkkk...” Murderface moaned, thrusting his hips towards Knubbler’s open, inviting mouth; Dick made him chase the feeling, holding his face just out of reach of Willy’s gentle pelvic motions, tongue still drifting over his swollen tip. He took a moment to admire the absolute bear of a man now completely desperate for him, from the whitened knuckles of his clenched fist, to the subtle arch of his back, to the sweat pooling around his neck and dripping onto his heaving chest. As his eyes whirred from one spectacle to the next, he moved his left hand down to his crotch, starting to gently tug on his own hard-on, his digital irises shifting into hearts out of pleasure. 

Absorbed, he failed to notice Murderface’s increasingly frantic thrusts, and a frustrated glimpse downwards followed quickly by a desperate huff. The grip on Dick’s head tightened again, coaxing a gasp out of him. 

“F-FUCKIN- BLOW ME KNUBBLER.” 

William thrust the entirety of his cock into his open mouth in one rough motion. Dick choked on it and let out a muffled moan; William bit his lip and released a mix between a sigh, a growl, and an “ohh FUUUCK yeeeaaahhh..” as his entire body quivered. Knubbler massaged his own dick faster, and brought his free hand up Murderface’s thigh to steady himself. His eyes crossed as he worked his mouth up and down the 5 inches of solid muscle, accompanying Murderface’s chorus of unencumbered groans and gasps with his own stifled moans.

He started moving faster, working his tongue across the underside of William’s calloused cock, sending shocks through his muscles that ramped up the volume of his symphony of pleasure. Murderface stared down at his bobbing head, panting hoarsely between growls and grunts; as much as he’d hate to admit it, the sight of Knubbler’s messy blonde hair clenched in his fist, head bouncing on his dick, was largely contributing to the best blowjob of his fucking life. 

As he admired, he suddenly noticed Knubbler unabashedly tugging himself off with his free hand, and his eyes widened. SHIT! He’s getting off on this?!? He spent about two whole seconds contemplating being pissed off before Knubbler released his dick (which felt VERY differently about what they’d just seen) from the warm wetness of his mouth, a single strand of saliva still connecting his tongue to William’s member. He moved his right hand up to its base and stroked the lubricated shaft gently, while his tongue flicked back and forth across the tip. 

That was enough for Murderface. 

While Knubbler’s right hand squeezed his dick tighter and started pumping up and down, Murderface gripped the couch so hard his nails broke the leather. He scrunched his eyes and panted, desperately trying to shove down the oncoming climax, but it was a futile effort. 

Knubbler noticed and sped up, prompting a string of satisfied moans and gasps from Murderface as electricity pulsed through him.

“Oh, Willy, BABY, let it aaaalll out!” He cooed. “Mm-hmm, cum for me, babe...you know you waaant to..” He continued in a sing-songy voice.

That pushed William over the edge. He followed the comments with one uninterrupted amalgamation of groaning, growling, and indiscernible curse words; a howl of pure pleasure as orgasm finally bubbled to the surface and exploded - literally and figuratively. Jizz shot out of his twitching dick onto Knubbler’s face as his entire body tensed, then released, then tensed again, swallowed in rippling waves of euphoria.

Dick held onto his cock and milked it dry, tickling the shaft with his thumb and adding tiny shockwaves to Murderface’s climax. He kept jacking it (both himself and Willy) until William slumped into the couch and his dick started to soften, breathless pants escaping from his agape mouth. He tried not to focus on Knubbler’s cum-splattered face - although he hated it, he knew that seeing Dick covered in his jizz would be enough to send him right back to full-mast - and instead stared at his wilting dick, almost in disappointment.

After a long silence - broken only by William’s heavy breathing and consecutive snorts from Knubbler as he re-upped his coke dose - Murderface pulled his hands over his face and let out a long sigh. The post-nut clarity hit him like a fucking steam train. He’d just been blown. By a DUDE. And not just any dude, no. By RICHARD FUCKING KNUBBLER. DICK KNUBBLER had just sucked him off and he FUCKING LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT. It took all his strength to not slam his head into the nearest wall. 

Dick straightened as he tucked the snuff-box back into his pocket, stretching his slender frame and cracking his neck. “What’d I tell ya, Willy? See, I uh.. I can take care of you.” He glanced at Murderface’s dick, completely spent, then up at his reddened face, partly obscured by his hands, and chuckled under his breath. “And er, pretty well, it looks like.” William slumped further into the couch, as though the shame was literally weighing him down.

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Dick shifted his weight, still perched on the floor, and brought his hands up to Murderface’s inner thighs, tenderly tracing a nail across stretch marks and cellulite. This was not the end. He was still pitching a tent, and he was not about to let this rare opportunity go to waste. Willy had his fun; now it was his turn. 

The touch gave Murderface goosebumps. He inhaled as Dick made contact with his bare skin, and his breathing quickened. Unsurprisingly, the producer knew exactly how to press his buttons.

“So, uh… you wouldn’t happen to have a tissue or two on ya, would you babe..?” He murmured playfully. “You left a bit of a mess on me, ya know.” His face was still drenched in Murderface’s load. He’d REALLY let it all out; his seed was all over Dick, splatters across his face connected by small, stringy trails. Several fine strands of hair were caught in the splotches, hanging like cables between them and his scalp, and the substance pooled in the lenses of his eyes, clouding his view in a translucent white screen. So much of it had crept down his face that it was dripping from his chin, mixing with sweat and forming a small puddle on the floor. 

Knubbler was daring William to look. Just imagining it was driving William crazy and Dick could tell. He chuckled.

“C’mon Willy, don’t get all coy on me now!” 

Murderface turned his gaze away in defiance, folding his arms across his chest.

Alright, so he wanted to do this the hard way. Not a problem for Knubbler. In fact, he almost preferred it like this. A mischievous smirk ran across his face as he rose slightly, slipping his cold hands under the thick denim of William’s shorts and easing them towards his pelvis, caressing folds of skin and pinching him lightly as he inched closer to his groin. His focus remained steadily on Murderface’s eyes, goading them to make contact with his. William’s skin got noticeably warmer. Dick grinned. 

He took his time, admiring the view towering above him; Murderface’s head rearing up ever so slightly with every tug at his tender flesh; his eyes scrunching into tight slits as he furiously battled the urge to look; his chin quivering as he stifled gasps of arousal. Fuck, his entire BODY was twitching to the rhythm of Dick’s strokes. How could Knubbler POSSIBLY be expected to contain himself?? His boner pressed against his tighty-whiteys, anxious for relief, and Dick squeezed his legs together, biting his lip. 

His hands were resting on Murderface’s love handles now. He wanted to pounce on him right that second, tear off his clothes and fuck him silly, but he knew he had to stay calculated to get what he wanted. He’d take it slow, for now. 

With his fingers still caressing William’s hips, Knubbler straightened his knees and propped himself up, inching closer to the mountain of a man in front of him, still up to his elbows in those tight denim shorts. 

“Don’t fight it, babe…” He cooed. “We both know you want this, kay?”

As the words cascaded from his lips, sticky white droplets fell from his jizz-soaked face onto Murderface’s limp dick, which, admittedly, seemed much more energetic than it had been just a few minutes before. The contact made it quiver. William tensed as the beads of cum crept down his half-erect shaft - tracing bulging veins and pooling in a mat of thick, brown pubes - and forced his eyes to close. That familiar feeling was returning. He could feel arousal simmering through his bloodstream, racing towards his core. Instinctively, he brought a clenched fist to his mouth and bit down on his knuckle, muttering under his breath as he did so.

“furck… n-not again, ssschit…p..pleashe..”

Good fucking LORD. That almost sent Knubbler right over the edge. I mean, for pete’s sake, the man was BEGGING. He shivered. No more Mr. Nice Manager. He needed some instant gratification, and he needed it NOW. He yanked his hands out of William’s shorts and pushed them under his sweat-dampened shirt. A moment passed like that, as he relished the feeling of Murderface’s bare chest on his palms, caressing folds of skin and smatterings of thick, curly hair before reaching one hand to his nipple and flicking it.

“Mmmmm….what’s that, Willy..?”

Murderface moaned loudly, the sound cascading from his mouth like a waterfall, not at all stifled by the fist in his mouth. He immediately turned red and used his free hand to grab Knubbler’s upper arm. It didn’t do much. Dick started to pinch and tug at his nipple, squeezing the small metal bar lodged through it and creating a pulsing, energetic sensation. 

“Is THIS why you always wear that cute vest…? Oh, Willy, I had no IDEA you were so… WILD!! Very, VERY sexy, babe…” Knubbler leaned closer to Murderface, letting the praise he knew William loved so much drift from his mouth like a melody.

“Y’know… piercings really turn me on, Willy. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To make me RANDY for you…?”

His torso was hovering over William’s crotch now, and as he crooned, something began to poke lightly into his chest. As soon as he felt it, he grinned smugly and looked up at Murderface, who was now covering his own mouth with one hand, eyes wide. Dick chuckled, and Murderface shot him a furious glance and- oh shit.

Fuck.

He looked at him.

He… STARED at him.

Holy shit. He was DRENCHED in jizz. And he looked FUCKING INCREDIBLE. 

The minute their eyes made contact, Knubbler let his tongue fall out of his mouth, accompanied by another laugh, raining more drops of cum and saliva onto Murderface’s twitching cock. His eyebrows were furrowed upwards, heart-shaped digital irises crossed, gazing desperately into William’s widened eyes, arms still buried underneath his shirt, stroking his sweaty, heaving chest.

Murderface’s dick hardened instantly, and he choked out a gasp as it rubbed against Dick’s blazer, releasing his grip and stroking his hands over Knubbler’s shoulders instinctively.

Without a second thought, Dick leapt on his moment of desperation. He pushed his knees off the floor and pounced upwards, until his face was resting in the crook of William’s neck, forcing his shirt up as he did so. In a moment of senseless arousal, fuelled by the sensation of Dick’s hot breath on his bare throat, William ran his hands along the slender body pressed into him - tracing the bumps of his protruding spine and the seams of his blazer - before his senses came back to him, and he raised his arms and averted his gaze. Knubbler used the moment to dive for William’s neck. He started with small pecks, punctuated by the occasional pressing of tongue, before aggressively smushing his face into the tender area and latching on. 

Murderface inhaled sharply as Dick bit down and started sucking on him, lifting his head ever-so-slightly to give him more room to work with; the string of tugging, biting, and sucking at his sensitive flesh forced waves of arousal through his body, and more gravelly groans escaped through gritted teeth. As Knubbler planted more hickies on William’s neck - leaving trails of the man’s own jizz as he went - he started to grind the crotch of his pants against Murderface’s bare dick, which left a damp stain on his dark pinstripe slacks. 

“mmmf… FURCK, Knubbler…s-schitt..”

He was so fucking hot when he was begging. 

Dick bit him harder, speeding up his humping, and Murderface’s anxious stammering erupted in another deep moan. 

“scHHIT URG- …i-i..”

“Mm-hmm..?” Dick murmured sympathetically, a strand of saliva hanging between his mouth and William’s neck (now spotted in dark red patches) as he gazed at his handiwork. His thrusts became deeper, more focused, and he could feel dribbles of moisture pooling in his trousers. Murderface spoke between pants and growls.

“UNGh- Dick, I- MMph- I NEED YOU.. p-pleasche, j- hHNG- just t-take it again.. pleashe, ggGIIVee it to mmMME PLEASE..”

“Aw, babe, did you really think I was gonna make it that easy for ya?”

Knubbler stopped abruptly and pulled away from Murderface, prompting a desperate whine. He got to his feet and fiddled with his belt, still standing between William’s legs, but now towering over him. Furrowed, malevolent eyes glared up at him. 

“W… what are… what…”

Murderface shivered, suddenly feeling VERY exposed given the considerable change in dynamic, and clenched his fists in rage. His chest was still heaving, and he struggled to get his words out between heavy breaths. 

“W… WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!? NO, NO FUCK THISH, IM YOUR FUCKIN’ BOSS, YOU DONT GET TO BE IN CONTROL I-I… NO!!”

Dick giggled and loosened his belt. William’s eyes flicked downwards.

“NO THIS ISHN’T FUCKING FAIR I- What.. what the FUCK are you doing.”

“Willy, babe, I love ya but you can be awful dense! I mean, I thought it was pretty obvious where we were, er… heading here, heheh…”

He began to unzip his fly, but Murderface interrupted him, reaching for those slender, adventurous fingers. 

“NO. STOP. RIGHT FUCKING NOW. I schwear to god you ASSHOLE I will FUCKING KILL YOU-“

“Whooa, easy baby!! Don’t get TOO excited now!” Dick yelped, before William’s hands landed on his crotch and squeezed. 

HARD. 

The touch propelled a shock through Knubbler’s entire being, and a shrill, energetic moan melted from his lips. His legs buckled slightly, and he reached for Murderface’s shoulder to steady himself, messy strands of hair obscuring his eyes as his body bucked forward in a moment of long-awaited ecstasy. His breathing got heavier and he pushed his knees together while William floundered with his hands, which didn’t leave Knubbler’s groin; he was completely taken aback (that's one word for it) by the sudden reaction, but he knew that if he released the man, he’d be surrendering control of the situation. Honestly, this was the first time he’d felt the power dynamic shift, and it was REALLY turning him on. 

That primal urge was returning, and his aroused brain was quick to rationalise the desire. Shit, they’d already gotten this far. If this was what it took to get relief, maybe he should just bite the bullet. Better than nothing, right? Besides, he’d always been somewhat… CURIOUS… especially about Dick (pun intended)… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…?

FUCK! NO! WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE THINKING!?!?

Murderface clenched his fists again, squeezing a sharp inhale out of Knubbler. Dick reared his head up, and his eyes darted to the roof before making contact with William’s as he moaned again. Fuck.

William bit his lip. His tip dribbled onto the couch. 

“scchhit… schtupid gay dick…” He murmured, prompting a breathless snicker from Knubbler. 

He took a deep breath. Ok. Think about this realistically. 

• A) It had already been over a month, and this was the best he’d felt that entire time. 
• B) At this rate, NOBODY knew how long they were actually gonna spend down here in isolation, and jacking it was off-limits indefinitely. 
• C) He was really fucking hard. 

Shit. 

No matter how much he protested, that nagging voice in the back of his mind kept insisting. And to be honest, his more-than-erect member spoke for itself.

Reluctantly, he released his grip on Knubbler’s crotch. Dick giggled between pants, and made an effort to compose himself somewhat. 

“Jusht… ugh… jusht do what you have to do.” 

“ Huff… sure, baby, sure. But truuust me, you’ll come around to it. Quite, uh…LITERALLY, I hope.” He chuckled and unbuttoned his slacks, letting them drop to his ankles. His legs shuffled apart as he did so, slender, bony stems scattered with small blonde hairs parting to reveal the outline of his quivering dick pressed against his tighty-whities. William stared, jaw clenched. 

The second Knubbler peeled the underwear down, his cock leapt to attention like a jack-in-the-box. It was a decently long, but not too girthy; almost the exact opposite of William’s chode, which was now standing much straighter and bulging with veins. 

Dick pulled the waistband behind his manicured ballsack, balancing his shaft on the elastic, and let it sit there as he stepped out of his trousers. Using the hand still gripped on Murderface’s shoulder as balance, he pulled his legs over William’s and brought his knees to the couch until he was resting on his lap, his dick delicately placed to the right of his counterpart’s and leaking onto his ridiculous tattoo. 

That small contact with his manhood made William groan and he shuddered as moisture trickled down his stomach, catching on stray hairs and jelly rolls. Dick pulled his arms around his neck and began to grind on him. This was getting him REALLY fucking hot. Every moan that escaped from Murderface’s gaping mouth made him more desperate to be inside him. He knew he had to play a long game here, but it was getting harder to control himself. 

Murderface seemed to lose himself in the moment, a string of whimpers melting from his lips as he reached his hands up to Knubbler’s waist and gripped it tightly. Air whistled through the gap in his teeth with every whine; Dick thought it was cute. 

He joined his chorus, unleashing hoarse moans between panting breaths as their cocks seemed to crawl together, eventually rubbing against one another. 

“aww f-fuuHHck… knubbler…” Murderface exhaled the words under his breath, barely audible, but Dick heard and whimpered. Good GOD, this man was KILLING HIM. He couldn’t keep taking it slow. The sensation of their cores pressed together was edging him, BADLY. He needed something more. 

“o-ok babe… I’ll show you what we’re- mMhh.. what we’re gonna do, mmkay? Stay with me on this…” He rose to face William, stroking his cheek with a thumb. The words came out barely above a whisper, punctuated by sharp gasps. 

Murderface melted at his touch. He gazed into those cold, robotic eyes, drowning in them, hanging on every word Knubbler uttered and humping him like a frenzied dog. His bottom lip, clenched under a row of teeth, quivered as Dick pulled his crotch away, stroking his palms across William’s broad shoulders as he did so. Knubbler felt the meaty hands gripping his slender waist tug him forwards, but gently manoeuvred himself out of the desperate, rough yanks nonetheless. With a concerted effort, he untangled himself from Murderface’s lap and repositioned - now stood between his legs - prompting a sigh of quiet satisfaction from William. 

Murderface didn’t know why Dick had taken his time, but he didn’t care anymore. FINALLY, he’d suck him off again. Oh man, he couldn’t wait. The guy REALLY knew how to work his shaft. Though he tried to hide it, a wide grin lit up his face as he closed his eyes, lifted his arms behind his head, twitched in anticipation, and waited.

And waited.

And… waited…?

Following a string of muffled snorts and grunts, one curious eye flicked awake and glanced down to see Knubbler; now facing the control panel with his back to Murderface, painstakingly yanking his tighty-whities down his thighs. William groaned in frustration. 

“Aw GOD DAMMIT Dick what the FUHCK are you doin’ now…” he whined, the words laced with exasperation. “Ya know… I could have you FIRED for thisch. INSUH-FUCKIN’ - BORDINASHUN. Shtop playin’ around and jusht… jusht fuckin’ BLOW ME ALREADY.” His voice was dripping with frustration and feigned authority, but it did little to mask the desperate undertones. Dick had him EXACTLY where he wanted him. 

Knubbler dropped his underwear to his ankles while William continued to protest, hurling expletives and threats that fell on deaf ears. He snickered and observed the board of controls in front of him, which he’d grown extremely familiar with over the past few years. It wasn’t going to be the most comfortable, but it would have to do. 

Given the lack of response, Murderface snapped to attention, straightening his posture as he stared at the producer in confused frustration.

“OK I’M GETTING PISSCHED NOW KNUBBLER. FUCKIN’ SAY SOMETtthiiii…”

In a calculated manner, Dick bent over the desk, taking care to avoid any important buttons or dials as he slid his hands up the inclined panel and gripped the top edge. He turned his head towards William as he straightened his legs, raising his bare ass in the air.

“…iiinnnnn…mmmh…”

“You, uh… you wanna take it from here, babe?” He murmured with a smirk, watching Murderface’s expression flick from surprise, to arousal, to anger, finally settling on a look of solemn desperation.

“I- N-no, I’m not… I mean, I-I… I don’t… well, it’sch just…”

The sight was too much to handle; Knubbler’s half-clothed body BEGGING to be penetrated, that stupid smug grin plastered on his face (still covered in drying cum), his delicate knees tilted slightly inwards, just barely concealing his swollen cock. That nagging voice was coming back, louder than ever. He cut his own stuttering off with a deep sigh. 

“…gawd fuckin dammit Dick…”

“Whaaat, don’t you trust me, Willy…? Don’t be scared, babe… I, er… I know what’s good for you, mmkay?” 

“SCHUT UP ALREADY…” Dick’s teasing, relentless and mischievous, was IMPOSSIBLE to resist. William hated it, but FUCK, it got his blood pumping. 

He’d just pretend it was a chick. It would be easy. He didn’t even have to look at his face. He NEEDED to cum, badly, and this was the best shot he’d get for a long time. He wasn’t going to think about the fact that it was Dick Knubbler he was taking from behind, and he DEFINITELY wasn’t going to think about how excited that made him.

With a long exhale, he got to his feet. He wobbled as he stood, partly from nervousness and partly from the dawning excitement of finally fulfilling a repressed fantasy, and shuffled towards Knubbler. As his pulse quickened, he reached for his shorts, hands moving faster than he’d like to admit, and released his dick from its denim cage, exposing a bed of thick, coiled pubes. Knubbler grinned at the sight; of course, he’d already gotten VERY familiar with the most important part, but seeing Murderface exposed like that, turning red as he moved forward awkwardly, gave him an inimitable sense of sexual power that pumped adrenaline through his bloodstream. William positioned himself behind Dick, hands sweating as he reached for his pale flesh.

Fuck.

Was he seriously about to do this? 

…No... no!?!!?> No no NO NO HOLY-

All thoughts left his head as soon as he gripped Knubbler’s tight ass in his hands, which almost covered the entire surface. Dick, still watching the man behind him, let out a soft gasp. All of a sudden, William was MUCH less tentative. 

He squeezed, digging his fingernails into the soft flesh and coaxing quiet, sing-song purrs out of his dominator. Growls crept from his lips as his cock twitched and quivered, desperate to explore Knubbler’s guts, and he reached his palms up to Dick’s waist, pushing his blazer up as he did so. His tip was pressing against skin now.

“EASY, baby… not yet- mmPHh! There’s, um… there’s lube in my jacket pocket just…mmm…just grab it for me, won’t ya…?”

“O-oh, right… urrr…”

Murderface scrambled to find the right pocket, bending into Dick and patting him down in a way that sent shivers. His dick rubbed against Knubbler’s ass as he searched, filling both men with a surge of electricity; William’s legs almost buckled from the sensation, but he kept searching with frantic, desperate fervour. Eventually, he pulled a small pouch of lube from an inset pocket, and wasted little time in tearing it open and spreading it on his chode. He tried to slow his breathing. It didn’t work. He was sweating fervently, and his hands shook as he reached them underneath the flaps of Dick’s blazer in an attempt to steady himself. 

“Ok…o-ok…” he muttered.

“Mmkay…?”

William gulped. 

“F-fuhck, what am I doing?? Schit, I can’t-“

Knubbler started to grind against his glistening dick playfully, and all doubt ran away from Murderface. Without further hesitation, he grasped Dick’s waist and carefully slipped the tip of his cock into his tight ass.

The moan that escaped from Dick’s gaping mouth was indescribable, a carnal shriek of pleasure that bounced off the walls of the room, and filled William with butterflies. It took all his strength not to shove himself into Knubbler right that second; instead he tried to take it slowly, easing half of his shaft in gently, Dick erupting in howls with every tentative push. He dug his nails into Knubbler’s waist as he went, stifling his own moans as best he could. 

He didn’t want Dick to know just how much he was LOVING this. Being inside him like that, connected by tender, warm flesh, his swollen cock pressed against wet muscle… the sensation made his eyes flutter, and his entire being quivered with pleasure. 

Slowly he pulled out, leaving Knubbler feeling empty, and took a deep breath before plunging in again; still keeping his pace slow and steady, still only using a couple inches of his member.

“mMPHh… what’s wrong, babe…? You- nnNGHh~… you SCARED to go all in…?”

The teasing words came out between choked gasps and deep groans. Don’t get it twisted, Dick was having the time of his life, but he craved more. Shockwaves weren’t going to cut it for him. He needed more than just sparks to get where he wanted to be, and he’d waited long enough.

Murderface surrendered to the suggestion immediately. He couldn’t resist that smug, playful tone, and he needed it just as badly as Knubbler did. He bit his lip and pulled out again, still connected to Dick by thin strands of lube, before slamming into him with as much force as he could muster.

“f-FUUUuuCK, WILLYyyynNGh..!!”

Dick shrieked in pleasure, his high-pitched yowls harmonising with William’s heavy, rumbling groans. Murderface was completely pressed into him, and he could feel sweaty hands reaching underneath his navy button-up and stroking patches of soft, blonde hair on his heaving chest. He started to pant hoarsely between audible gasps of satisfaction, his fingers gripping the control panel tightly as Murderface thrust into him again, and again, shoving his face into the spread of sensitive dials. His mouth hung agape, rippling grunts and moans slipping from his lips like the drool trickling down his outstretched tongue, and his irises were crossed, digital hearts beating to the rhythm of William’s fervent humping. 

Murderface sank into the moment, all of his previous hesitation melting away with Knubbler’s cascading moans. Pumping into Dick, with as much force as he was capable of, took too much energy; he sure as fuck couldn’t be bothered to think about how gay this was. It was the best sex he’d had in… shit, it was the best sex he’d had, FULL STOP. And he was determined to keep it going, no matter how much his inner demons protested.

“… Dick…mMph~ y-you feel scho- HNNGg… scho g-good…”

More choked groans fell from Murderface’s quivering lips as he bent into Knubbler, wrapping his arms around him and scratching lines across his stomach. His excitement only heightened Dick’s, whose moans grew louder and longer with every passing second.

“Y-YEAH baby, fUUHck… USE me, Willy, H-HARDER..!!”

William obliged. He sped up the pace, reaching deeper inside Knubbler with every thrust, pushing against warm, tender muscle and sending pulsing streams of electricity through both their bodies. Dick felt the hands underneath his shirt slither back, retreating to his waist, before one lifted and came down on his ass, leaving a bright red handprint on his buttcheek and forcing a whimper out of him.

“uuUNGH…YEAH, WILLY- AAGh…! WHIP IT GOOD …”

Murderface groaned deeply, relishing the gentle ribbing of Knubbler’s insides as they stroked his shaft, squeezing his dick tighter than any pussy he’d gotten EVER could. His head reared up and he clenched his muscles, slamming into Dick with even more intensity and forcing animalistic whines out of him. 

“hmMFf… yeah….ya like that…UNGGH-!? fuckin- aaAGh… f-FUCKIN FAGGg..?!” William grunted. The defamation sent shivers down Dicks spine, and he responded with a passionate, ecstatic moan.

“NNGh- OH YEAH , BABE..! FUCK ME, WILLY~!”

Fuck, this felt SO GOOD, on both physical and emotional levels.

For Murderface, it was like pieces were falling into place, like he was fulfilling some deep, emotional desire that had been pulsing within him for years. 

For Knubbler, the adrenaline of single handedly turning this violent, ‘STRAIGHT’, worldwide-superstar into a slobbering, horny mess, willing to do ANYTHING for another go at him, was driving him CRAZY.

They continued like that, Dick screeching in pleasure as Murderface continually pounded into him, going deeper and harder with every thrust and releasing hoarse groans that made Knubblers stomach twist.

“F-fuck, Knubbler… HNG- I’m gonna… mmMFF~! …I’m gonna cu-”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“wh-aaARRGhh…!! f-fFURCKk there’s s-schooOmeone ooUGG~!”

BANGBANGBANGBANG

The sound was coming from the studio door, an increasingly adamant pounding accompanied by multiple muffled voices. Both men’s eyes darted towards the commotion, watching shadows move through a small, tinted window. The moans they were releasing became more choked, as both tried to stifle their apparent pleasure, but William kept pumping into Dick, subconsciously facilitating his oncoming orgasm; caught between panic and a crippling new addiction to his manager’s tight asshole. Knubbler brought one hand to his mouth in a performative attempt to quiet himself. 

Unfortunately for Willy, he was EXTREMELY excited about this new development. Just imagining Murderface’s reddened cheeks, spitting out strings of defensive stuttering to the rest of Dethklok while up to the balls in their producer, was enough to get Knubbler absolutely RANDY.

They waited in, aside from Dick’s muffled whimpers, relative silence. William clenched his jaw and slowed his pace, still trapped by indecision on what mattered more to him right now; whether it was worth giving up an INCREDIBLE climax to save face. The door went quiet, and he breathed a sigh of relief as his hips returned to their previous fervour, pushing him to the brink of orgasm. Thank fucking god. Now he could just relax, focus on the moment, and-

“MURDERFACE!! WE NEED TO RECORD, GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!!!”

SHIT. 

Murderface froze abruptly and dug his nails into Dick’s waist, desperately trying to postpone the explosion of pleasure he could feel rushing through his core, but it was too late. The gentle gyrations of Knubbler’s hips and the squeaky, muffled whines drifting from his obscured mouth were too much for him. Across the surface of his skin, nerves started twitching to foreshadow the impending climax, and his muscles pulsed uncontrollably. 

“DEWD SERIOUSLY, WHAT ARE YEW DOOIN’ IN DERE?!?” Came a frustrated yell, followed by more oppressive banging at the door and indiscernible, muffled chattering.

“F-FUCK OOoufFFF…!” Murderface roared between irrepressible, rippling moans, while Dick yelped in pleasure, rubbing against the 5 inches of muscle still wedged in his ass. “WE’RE DOIN- uNGHh..! WE’RE DOIN’ P-PLANET PISSCHHNG—-!”

His sentence was cut off abruptly by a deep groan of unquenchable, undeniable orgasm that reverberated around the humid room, bouncing off the walls and leaving behind faint echoes. The cry, dripping with pleasure, rolled out of William’s gaping mouth effortlessly, his already active vocals amplifying and encouraging its emergence. The sound sent shudders through Dick’s entire body, and he gasped as the cock he was still grinding on shot strings of jizz inside him. The sensation gave him goosebumps, lighting up the surface of his skin with energetic shivers. It was better than he EVER could have imagined. And BOY, had he imagined.  

He felt Murderface fall into him, knees buckling from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that rippled through his being, and slowed his gyrations to relish the moment, stifling yowls as William’s seed filled him. 

“mmmfh… f-fuckkk… Diick…” 

The words came out slurred and breathless, accompanied by a few final thrusts, slow and gentle, as explosions of ecstasy turned to calm waves of satisfaction.

William panted onto Knubbler’s half-exposed back, the hot breath sending shivers up his spine. The state of the man hunched over him gave him a feeling of pride, and control. Getting some dude to cum in his ass was all fine and good, but to overpower WILLIAM MURDERFACE? Of the indomitable DETHKLOK? And sending him into TWO overwhelming, irrepressible climaxes without even TRYING? Now THAT was something to write home about. He grinned smugly, propping up on his elbows and gazing at the man behind him. It felt good to have so much power over him. But not good enough. He glanced at his own hard-on, pressing against his stomach. He’d gotten tantalisingly close, and he wasn’t too keen on keeping it that way. 

There was still work to be done.

Chapter Text

Their moment was broken by a gravelly, muffled yell.

“DUDE. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.”

Murderface snapped to attention, his widened eyes darting to the door. He could hear howls of laughter coming from the other side. His eyebrows furrowed, and he clenched his jaw.

“uhh… JUSCHT…fuck, uh- VOCAL WARMUPS! I’M TRYIN’ SCHOMETHIN’ DIFFERENT, THAT’SH ALL.” He yelled back, chest still heaving as sweat trickled down his face.

“OH, YAH, THAT AMS REEEAL LIKELY STORIES…”

“WAIT, DEWD… ISN’T KNUBBLER IN DERE?!? HOLY SHIT—!“ the declaration was cut off by more muffled snickering, as William tightened his fists.

“schitschitschituHH N-NOPE!! IT’SH JUSHT-“

“YEA, YEA, HE IS!!! I SEENS HIM GO INS!!”

“S-SHUT UP TOKI!!” Murderface growled, his gaze whipping back to Dick, who simply shrugged. He still had that smirk plastered on his face. Did he think this was fucking funny?!? Fuck, if the guys found out about this he’d NEVER hear the end of it. He’d be the laughing stock of the band, and then the whole fucking WORLD!! They’d… THEY’D ALL THINK HE WAS A FUCKING HOMO!!! 

He exhaled hoarsely, trying to compose himself, still paralysed in place by panic. 

“MURDERFACE, BRO, THIS IS PROBABLY THE GAYEST- snicker- GAYEST THING YOU’VE EVER DONE…”

“ALRIGHT, LAUGH IT UP, CHUCKLESch. REAL FUCKIN’ FUNNY. IT’S A FUCKING WARMUP, ALRIGHT?! GAWD, YOU’RE SCHO IMMATURE!!”

“NO, NO -snort- DUDE, OF COURSE. I BELIEVE YOU- sh SHH- 100%!”

“OHH YAH- pfft- WE AMS TOOOTALLYS UNDERSTAND! JUST SOMES “NEW METHODS”, JA?!?”

More howls of laughter drifted into the studio. William’s eyes turned to slits.

“WHY YESCH, SHKWISGAAR, IT IS A NEW METHOD. NOT THAT I’D EXPECHT YOU TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT INNOVATION… fuckin’ loudmouth asshole…” His words were calculated, but seething with rage.

“pfft-! OHKAY, WHATEVER YEW SAY DEWD. WE’LL GIVE YEW SOME PRIVACY, JUST UH… DON’T FUCK WITH THE DEMO, OOKAY?” 

Murderface let out a sigh of relief, relaxing his muscles as laughter slowly faded away with muffled footsteps. Thank GOD he was SO good at thinking on his feet, and had come up with such an IMPENETRABLE cover story. That was a close one! They almost found out what was REALLY going-

“Babe…”

The train of thought was interrupted by a quiet, flirtatious voice cooing to him. His eyes met Knubbler’s again, widening as they identified the mischievous look on his face. He was planning something.

“W-what?” He muttered, in a tone that blended frustration and anxiety.

“Mmm… I’m glad you had fun, babe, but uh…” Dick ran a slender finger along the controls he was resting on. “You know, I could use a little, er… STIMULATION, per say…” The gentle encouragement made William’s skin warm and he shuddered, biting his lip; then shook his head and forced out a phony laugh.

“Y-YEAH, RIGHT! You wisch. That…huff…that’s not fuckin’ happening. I’m DONE.” He murmured, keeping his voice at a sharp whisper. Absorbed in stifling his own desires, he failed to notice Knubbler’s LED irises shifting to red. “Look, Dick, thisch was a one-time thing. I wasch deshperate. I don’t want you thinkin’ this makes me queer or shom-“

“OH, WILLY~!!” 

Dick squealed performatively, in the most evocative, erotic tone he could muster. The howl reverberated around the room as Murderface stood frozen, mouth still agape, staring at Knubbler in shock. 

“W…WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!? SCH-SCHUT UP!!” Murderface hissed back, his eyes furiously darting between the door and Dick’s gaping mouth, which was releasing shrill, pornstar moans. He had no idea how far the rest of the band had gotten, and this stupid sub echoed like a MOTHERFUCKER. If they heard that, it was OVER. He could explain away his moans (at least, he thought he could), but Knubbler had NO excuse. 

Dick started to grind on the pelvis pressed against his ass, easing his hips back and forth while glaring at William. 

“uuUNH- FUCKIN’ QUIT IT DICK IM NOT GONNA DO IT.” William muttered under his breath, yanking himself backwards with a roughness that made Knubbler groan. Cum dripped onto the studio floor as he did, trailing down Dick’s inner thighs; the view DEFINITELY made it into his spank bank, but he wasn’t kidding. He was done.

“SCHERIOUSLY, Knubbler, it’sh NOT happening. Thisch guy doesn’t have a third round in ‘im, anywaysh…” He growled, motioning to his limp dick, and Knubbler went quiet. He frowned in disappointment before straightening himself, cracking his back as he did so and pulling his arms above his head. With some effort, Murderface dragged his eyes away from the man and turned them to the floor, reaching for his discarded shorts and pulling them on as Knubbler spun to face him. 

A heaviness settled over the room, and tension grew as they stared beyond each other in silence.

William cleared his throat.

“Schoooo…I’ll uh…I’ll let the guysh know we’re, uh…” He stammered anxiously, reaching for his phone and turning his gaze to the screen, away from Knubbler’s discerning stare.

“…d-done…I guessch…” 

He let his thumbs navigate familiar icons and buttons as the final stutters crept from his mouth. Ironically, after forcing the situation back into his control, he now felt completely powerless; not to Dick, but to himself. A sense of bliss had fallen over him when they fucked, a euphoria deeper than the primal ecstasy of orgasm, that made him feel free for the first time in his life. He’d felt…content. Like everything was in its right place, as though he’d finally clocked the hidden layer of an optical illusion. Now that it was finished, muscle memory was taking over, and he could already feel his thoughts falling into familiar, loathsome patterns of self-deprecation.

Dick leant against the control panel, drumming his fingers on the slanted surface. A faint whirring could be heard as his mechanical pupils studied William; watching him fidget and twitch, avoiding eye contact awkwardly. Nervousness suited him, Knubbler thought. 

His expression was confusing. Even Dick, who was usually quite gifted at reading him, was somewhat puzzled by it. He was clearly embarrassed, but there was something deeper flowing through him, an undercurrent of solemnity that left Knubbler hesitant. 

Should he really go for this? Shit, Willy had CLEARLY been into it up to now, but was Dick pushing his luck by taking it further? Maybe he was getting too cocky, putting too many cards on the table at once. 

For the first time in just under an hour, his mind filled with hesitation, which fought with the shocks of arousal still racing through him. He glanced down at his quivering dick - practically begging to get inside Willy - and back up at Murderface, catching a subtle, lustful glimpse to the same place.

…Fuck it.

Arching his back and squeezing his knees, he erupted in another dramatic moan, bucking his head up as it rolled out of his mouth. He let one hand fall to his crotch - which Murderface’s gaze was still lingering on- and started rubbing himself gently as soft gasps escaped from his lips. William tensed immediately, his eyes darting back upwards.

“wh-what… I schaid-“

“Oh, YEAH WILLY, TAKE IT LIKE A WHORE~!”

“s-SCHUT THE FUCK UP YOU ASSHOLE..!!”

Murderface shot forward, snapped out of paralysis by the picture Dick was painting with his deafening shrieks. He pounced on him, clasping one hand firmly over his gaping mouth, stifling his yelps and coaxing a muffled whine out of him, shrill and sulky. The other palm landed on Knubbler’s fist, slowing its frantic pumping; Dick groaned as William fingered his junk awkwardly, his clammy hands slipping on trails of sweat as he chased the nimble fingers dancing up and down the shaft. Unconsciously, Murderface glanced down at his fist and blushed. Shit. He’d really stepped in it now. 

He might as well be jacking Knubbler off. 

Fuck that, he WAS jacking him off.

He was giving Dick Knubbler, his longtime producer and engineer, the tightass, prissy, cokehead hippie he was pathetic enough to call a friend…a fucking handjob.

The thought - REPREHENSIBLE as it was! - gave him goosebumps, and he struggled to maintain authority as his softened gaze drifted back to Knubbler’s face. 

“D-dick… we- I mean, YOU… loohk, I already-“

Frustrated at his own nervous stammering, he tightened his fists, squeezing a whine out of Dick, breathless and muffled. The sound pierced his ears like an arrow, sending shivers down his spine as it pulsed and echoed in his mind. He stifled a moan. 

A stabbing pain shot through his wrist. 

RIGHT! 

HIS WRIST!!!

He had the perfect out, just sitting there; he’d been given explicit orders NOT to beat his meat, surely that applied to… THIS… as well. As the realisation washed over him, he waited for a feeling of relief that never came and fruitlessly willed his twitching body to pull away from Dick. It didn’t. Nevertheless, the excuse crawled from his lips, almost instinctually.

“I-i… I already texted the guysh, Knubbler… we… we CAN’T…a-and my wrisht, it’s… it’sh all messed up, I can’t do a-anything like… like… THAT…”

The words crept out of his throat, hoarse and barely above a whisper, dripping with a desire and desperation that made Dick’s eyes roll back, turning his stomach into knots. That whining tone in his unusually soft voice; the pleading look in his deep, misty green eyes; his twitching bottom lip, hanging as he panted breathlessly; he was plunging Dick deeper and deeper into a whirlpool of arousal.

Knubbler sighed, raising one hand and peeling the clammy palm from his lips, as the other released his quivering cock and reached for William’s waist, caressing the curves and folds of his stomach.

Murderface exhaled deeply at the contact, indescribable emotions settling over him; some putrid melange of self-pity and frustration that made his stomach churn. A quiet murmur drifted from his mouth, soft and breathless.

“… S-shorry…”

Without warning, Knubbler yanked Murderface into a tight embrace, pressing their bodies together and entangling their legs. William yelped and scrambled to steady himself, becoming exceedingly aware of the muscle squeezed between them, and tried desperately not to think about the wetness seeping through his shirt as his skin tingled with arousal. Dick gazed into his eyes, their faces now millimetres apart. He could feel the wiry hairs of his moustache brushing against his lips, and the warmth of his blushing cheeks. Fuck, he couldn’t take it anymore. 

In one smooth, desperate action, he kissed him.

Furiously.

Knubbler pressed himself against Murderface with the passion of a thousand exploding suns, their faces slamming together like tectonic plates and crumbling into each other. William’s eyes widened in shock and his fists clenched as Dick guided his lips, pushing them apart and together in familiar motions that suddenly felt earth-shatteringly novel. Thousands of  frantic thoughts raced through his cluttered mind as he stood, frozen, for what felt like hours.

H-holy shit. NO, HOLY SHIT?! THIS IS SO GAY I’M-I’M NOT- fuck, I can feel his breath, FUCK, I can TASTE HIM F-FUCK- NO,NONONONO this isn’t happening, I’m NOT GAY I CAN’T BE ENJOYING THIS I-

His train of thought was interrupted as Knubbler’s tongue pressed gently against his lips, and he melted. In an instant, he succumbed to the advance, parting his lips slightly as his hands reached for Dick’s waist. 

He kissed him back, matching Knubbler’s passion with his own naive fervour, letting Dick’s tongue explore his gaping mouth and sliding his own over and around it.

Dick practically fainted from the pleasure.

His stomach filled with butterflies as Murderface poured into him, gripping his waist and thrusting against him gently whilst massaging his tongue. He relished the light taste of booze and ash that lingered on William’s breath, and the masculine scent of firewood and sweat that emanated from him, sliding his quivering hands to Murderface’s ass and gripping it tightly. The unexpected grope forced a muffled groan out of Murderface, which dissolved into their shared breath and sent shivers down Knubbler’s spine. 

After what felt like an eternity of passionate kissing and groping, Knubbler pulled away from the embrace, breathless. William’s eyes opened slowly as he registered the movement, gazing at Dick with a look of soft wanting. His grip on Knubbler weakened and his face turned a deep red as he realised the position they’d ended up in. 

Their legs were tangled together, Murderface’s weight pressing Dick against the control panel, Knubbler’s erect member squeezed between their stomachs. William moved his hands to Dick’s shoulders in a half-hearted attempt to create some distance between them, but Knubbler yanked him forwards, pushing his face into the crook of Murderface’s neck.

“Y’know… there’s more than one way to please a man.” Dick whispered into William’s ear, the cool breath on his sensitive skin lighting up his nerve endings like a Christmas tree. He stifled a moan and gasped, loosening his grasp on Knubbler’s shoulder.

“Mmh… i-ish that… ish that right…”

“Mm-hmm…” he pulled his hand to the desk, using one finger to trace the edge of a button as his gaze drifted. “You, er… you like hot dogs, Willy…?”

The statement snapped Murderface out of the moment, and he tugged his face away from Knubbler’s.

“…what the fuck doesch THAT have to do with anything.”

“Just a question, babe. No need to get so defensive.”

“tch…well…NO…obvioushly…” Murderface murmured, fiddling with his shirt absentmindedly. He turned his gaze up to meet Dick’s, noting the mischevious look in his eyes but still not quite clocking his double-entendres. “I mean…scoff… they’re grossch.”

“Hm…well, uh…maybe you just need to… try the right one, per say.”

William let out a hearty, gravelly laugh as a smirk crept across Knubbler’s face. “That ain’t the problem, Dick. I mean, think about it, ya might as well just be schuckin’ on a-“

He froze mid-sentence, and his eyes flicked downwards. Oh. They weren’t talking about hot dogs. His gaze hovered on Dick’s crotch for a second before raising again.

“O-on….a….” he gaped at Knubbler, speechless.

Knubbler stared at him innocently, a wide, toothy grin still plastered on his face. “What’s wrong, Willy? You’re all red…” he teased, prompting Murderface to gulp loudly and turn his head, trying in vain to hide his reddening face.

“…are you scherioushly gonna make me do this, Knubbler…”

“Hey, babe, of COURSE not!! I’m not gonna make you do ANYTHING you don’t want to.” Dick cooed gently, reaching for Murderface’s stomach and stroking it. The soft, barely perceptible touch gave William goosebumps, and - despite what every instinct was telling him - he didn’t put up a fight as Knubbler lifted his shirt and pressed a clammy palm against his bare skin. 

“But… y’know… if you don’t want this little, er… SECRET of yours to get out… it might be in YOUR best interest to, uh… ‘keep both parties happy’, per say.” The thinly-veiled threat was accompanied by a quiet snicker, and Murderface felt the grip on his belly tighten ever so slightly. His skin was getting warmer, and his muscles were tensing again. 

The implication was… disgusting!! Did Knubbler SERIOUSLY expect him to be EXCITED about the idea of… of BLOWING A DUDE?? That he would just kneel down and TAKE IT??? Because he was… I don’t know, REALLY FUCKING TURNED ON?????  And TOTALLY DESPERATE to… to taste Dick’s manhood…?? The thought was ridiculous!!! It was… he wasn’t… it…. ARGH, the whole concept was just… just LAUGHABLE!! Completely laughable. So ABSURD he couldn’t think straight. So absolutely… CRAZY… that… that he…

His gaze drifted down to Knubbler’s cock again, still standing at attention, looking swollen and desperate, and he exhaled shakily. An unquenchable desire that had been eating at him for his entire life had just been given more power than it knew what to do with. He was overcome with a lifetime of repressed gay fantasies, and the mere implication that someone, ANYONE, actually wanted him was impossible to resist, no matter how much his rational mind protested. 

“…blackmail, huh?” He muttered, chewing his lip anxiously.

“Eh… that’s such an ugly word… How about… hm… persuasion! Yeah, that’s it. Just a little persuasion, babe.”

“I-I… you know, I guessch if I… I don’t… have a ch…choice…” he gulped shakily, trying in vain to feign resentment, aversion, hesitation; anything other than the pure, unadulterated desire his tone was crawling with as he lowered to his knees.

“Sure, Willy. Let’s go with that.”

“B-but… this CANNOT leave thisch room. Ya got that, ASSHOLE? I’m only doin’ this to…” 

Murderface’s sentence trailed off as his knees hit the ground and his gaze turned upwards, now level with Knubbler’s cock. 

It looked fucking huge from here. 

He glanced past the towering muscle into Dick’s eyes, furrowing his eyebrows as he recognised the satisfied smirk plastered on his face. 

“…a-HEM… I’m only DOIN’ this to SCHUT YOU UP. Scho. Don’t get any fuckin’ ideas.”

“…I’ll be shuttin’ YOU up in a couple minutes…”

“WHAT WASH THAT?!?”

“Nothin’ babe!” 

Knubbler chuckled and patted William on the head lightly, letting his hand linger on the mound of thick curls and tangles. Stray hairs were tickling his inner thighs, and he held back a giggle as Murderface shuffled towards his crotch, then hesitated, holding himself mere inches away from it.

“Don’t worry, Willy...” Dick cooed. “It’s real simple, I promise. Just like… like suckin’ on a popsicle! You’ll get the hang of it in no time.”

“Gee, THANKSH Dick. Like THAT’SH what I’m fuckin’ concerned about…”

“Well jeez, no need to be rude.”

William disrupted his fixation on Dick’s member to shoot him a disgruntled glare. 

He was stalling. He was stalling, and both men knew it. Two sides of his brain were fighting a debilitating war that had been sitting on the back burner for far too long. But he couldn’t pussy out now. 

His heart raced as he sized up Knubbler’s erection, well past 6 inches. Fuck, would he even be able to fit the whole thing?? His imagination ran wild with the speculation and his pulse quickened. Dick snickered.

“What’s wrong, Willy? …You scared?” 

He pressed his legs together gently, squeezing the figure perched between them, and tightened his grip on Murderface’s thick curls. William flinched.

“HA! NO. I’m not SHCARED, I don’t GET shcared… I just-“

“No, no, it’s ok babe. I get it…you’ve just never seen such a big one before.”

Dick wasn’t particularly well-endowed, but  he definitely beat Murderface by a good inch or so - particularly with how much their previous endeavours had worked him up. Murderface’s inexperience was working in Dick’s favour, too, and William was noticeably shaking as he grappled with the prospect of sucking him off.

Confidently, Knubbler raised one hand to his dick and aimed its tip at William’s eyes. 

“Of course you’re nervous, I mean… just look at what you’re used to…” 

He glanced down at Murderface’s crotch mockingly, letting his eyes linger on the spot as William pressed his knees together.

“…it’s not exactly… how should I put this… fair competition?”

What the fuck? WAS THIS DOUCHEBAG FOR REAL?!?

William’s face went red as his eyes filled with rage and he clenched his jaw. A mixture of embarrassment and unadulterated fury swarmed in his head, clouding his thoughts. Dick knew exactly how to wind him up, and even though Murderface knew he was being manipulated, he couldn’t help but let raw emotion take over. It would make this part easier, at least.

The sight of William’s crimson face squeezed an impish cackle out of Dick, shrill and resounding. He maneuvered his cock closer, pressing it against Murderface’s cheek and leaking trails of pre-cum down his jaw. He tapped the tip against his protruding cheekbone playfully, goading William to react… but, to his surprise (and disappointment), he didn’t. Murderface sat frozen, like a statue, staring menacingly into Knubbler’s eyes. 

“Aw, don’t be bitter, babe...” Dick prodded, angling for a response that never came. “Y’know, you can alwaAAYS—!”

Wordlessly, Murderface lifted his chin and wrapped his lips around the head of Knubbler’s dick, letting his tongue flick across the tip.

“J-JEEPERS, WILLY…! nnGHAHA-!”

Knubbler tensed up as Murderface’s lips crept tentatively down the shaft of his cock, relishing the warm dampness of his mouth as his skin prickled with goosebumps. His gaze turned to the roof instinctively and he clutched a handful of Willy’s tangled mane like his life depended on it, choking on hoarse gasps and chuckles.

Murderface attempted to form some kind of witty retort or snappy comeback, but the muscle lodged in his gaping mouth trapped the sounds in his throat, and all he released was a series of muffled groans. Dick bit his quivering lip. The gentle twitching of William’s tongue as he tried in vain to force words out was electrifying; he could only IMAGINE the stimulation he’d feel if Murderface actually TRIED to make him cum.

Oh wait!! He didn’t NEED to imagine it!!!!

He turned his gaze back down, meeting Murderface’s eyes with a lustful smirk. He looked gorgeous perched between Knubbler’s legs, holding his dick delicately with his lips, gazing upwards with embarrassment in his eyes as he surrendered to submission. Dick suppressed the overpowering urge to thrust into him; he refused to make this easy for William. 

“Well?” He questioned teasingly, between breathless pants. “What, ya just gonna sit there and make ME do all the work? Oh no, fuck that, babe.”

Murderface blinked up at him, a familiar look of confusion settling over his expression. A small shock ran down Knubbler’s spine as he felt a light tickle on the underside of his shaft, brief and delicate. It was a cute effort. He repressed a giggle.

“Alright, y’know, not a bad start. Try suckin’ on it Willy, just a little bit… mmhm, like that, and just- YEOWCH, MIND THE FUCKIN’ TEETH, BABE…!! That’s ok, I’m ok… try to use your tongue a bit, ‘kay…? Yeah, that’s right, Willy…”

The more he trained Murderface, the more Murderface (surprisingly) bought into the whole thing. As it turned out, thinking straight (haha lol) was a hell of a lot harder with Dick in his mouth, and he could sense all his aversion, all his repression, all his familiar feelings of guilt and loneliness and self-hatred melting away, replaced by a hypnotic focus on working Knubbler’s quivering shaft. His eyes drifted closed as he took more and more of Knubbler’s member in his mouth, exploring every wrinkle and vein on its surface with his tongue. It only took him a few minutes to get the hang of it, and, before long, he was adding his own flair; pressing light kisses onto the tip in between mouthfuls, massaging Dick’s tender balls gently, pulling his tongue along the shaft in long, calculated strokes… it was as though some sort of dormant muscle memory, formed over years of masturbatory fantasising, was kicking in.

Dick could not have been more ecstatic at the result.

He tried desperately not to buck his hips, determined to make this experience last as long as possible, but the thrilling sensation he got from being absorbed by the man of his dreams was hard to resist. He caught himself unwittingly thrusting a couple times, in between the breathless moans William was squeezing out of him, and reignited the conversation to distract himself.

“C-christ, Will…are- nnGH-! Are you SURE you’ve never done this before…?!?”

Murderface paused to shoot Knubbler a malicious glare, flipping him off as he pulled his face away. He spat onto the floor, wiping strands of pre-cum from his mouth as Dick twitched restlessly and humped the air.

“tch… you’re such a fuckin’ perv, Knubbler…” William muttered, trying to hide the grin on his face. Dick reared his head up to release a cackle, which was promptly cut off by a groan as Murderface plunged back into his crotch, matching his former vigour, and sent pulsing shivers across Knubbler’s tensing muscles.

“AAUGH-! You’re the one down there so- nngh~~… so DESPERATE to make me cumMMGH—-!”

Having it spelled it out like it sent a rush through Murderface, and he suddenly felt blood coursing through his being and racing towards his core. Stifling a moan, he pressed his thighs together and pulled one hand to his crotch, trying to casually conceal his growing erection. He could only hope Dick didn’t notice; God knows he’d take any excuse to push this further.

For several euphoric minutes, William poured himself into Knubbler, bobbing feverishly on his dick and tongue-fucking him to the rhythm of the shrill, nasally moans floating from Dick’s lips. The pair rarely broke eye contact; occasionally one of Knubbler’s pupils would fling skywards in uncontrollable ecstasy, or his irises would flicker red at a light scrape of teeth, but for the most part their gaze was interlocked, captivated by this thrilling new side of each other. 

Despite his best efforts, after an embarrassingly short time Dick could feel the peak of climax approaching. He tried desperately to postpone it, but the situation was too perfect and he simply couldn’t hold back any longer. 

So he gave in. 

Clenching a fistful of William’s hair, he started to take things into his own hands, gently thrusting his hips towards Murderface and pressing further into his gaping mouth. Shrill moans slipped from Knubbler’s lips like arpeggios in a symphony, accompanied by the muffled, husky grunts of his counterpart. 

The moment didn’t last, though.

The guys didn’t bother knocking this time; they went straight for the door handle, causing a metallic rattling that reverberated around the room. Luckily, Knubbler had locked it (an old habit from years of “under-the-counter” business relationships), but the sound caught the pair off guard nonetheless, and they both paused and glanced towards the source.

“OOKAY LAHVEBURDS, SERIOUSLY. WRAP IT UP!!”

SHIT! FUCKING AGAIN?!?

Murderface’s mind raced, as did Knubbler’s. He’s gotten SO close, and he was not going to let William get away with edging him. This situation would take a bit of finesse, however. 

As Knubbler choked back a moan and silently calculated, William pulled himself off his cock, yelling at the door.

“aaaARGH I ALREADY TOLD YOU… I-IT’S NOT WHAT IT SCHOUNDS LIKE YOU FUHCKIN ASSHOoa-“

Knubbler cut him off, yanking his head back onto his dick. He stifled a moan as his tip pressed against the back of William’s throat and made him gag. 

“aaAGHh~… eyes on the prize, babe… don’t let ‘em distract you, mmmkay..? I’ll take care of it. You’re- hng~! You’re so close, Willy…mmh…!”

William stared up at the man towering over him, who was gazing into his eyes and gently tugging his head back and forth along his shaft. It was undeniably hot when he took control, and just that small action gave Murderface goosebumps. Instictively, he tried to protest, but it only came out as a dull whimper that made Knubbler’s skin crawl.

“JUS—JUST GIVE US A MINUTE, FELLAS!!”

In a surprisingly controlled tone, Dick yelled towards the door, keeping one pupil focused on William. Murderface wondered how many times he’d been in this situation; even he could barely make out the underlying lust in Knubbler’s voice. Dick didn’t give him much time to think, though. 

With a breathless groan he pulled Murderface’s head into his crotch, forcing his cock down his throat. William flinched and whimpered, involuntarily making gagging sounds as Knubbler held his face against a mess of dark blonde pubes. Desperately, Murderface worked his tongue frantically along the length of Dick’s erection, silently begging him to release, and reached for his inner thighs. Knubbler gasped.

“F-fuck, Willy… don’t stop…”

His words were heavy, breathless, dripping with lust. Murderface caressed him with even more fervour, desperate for the air he knew would only come after Knubbler was sated. He dug his rough, unkempt nails into tender flesh and pushed muffled moans out of his throat; it seemed like Dick liked when he was loud. 

Knubbler let out a final gasp before reaching to his left and flipping a switch, which prompted heavy metal to start blasting at full volume from the speakers. He wasn’t particularly good at keeping quiet, so he figured this was the most elegant solution. Murderface grimaced at the sound, immediately recognising it as his shitty Planet Piss demo from the other day. Not exactly his ideal soundtrack for orgasm, but it seemed to work for Dick, who was spasming and convulsing in his mouth. He could almost make out the sounds he was releasing underneath the thick music, and he caught himself unconsciously straining to hear them; a string of shrill moans and gasps that made his toes curl. 

As he watched his producer, he felt his mouth fill with something warm and sticky as Dick spilled his seed into him. Embarrassingly, his gut reaction was to let his eyes roll back in pleasure as jizz filled his mouth, but his ever-judgemental brain was quick to replace arousal with a (superficial) sense of revulsion.

He clung onto Knubbler’s cock until Dick pushed him away, turning down the blaring music as he did so. He was breathless, staring down at William with large purple LEDs. That was a new one.

“huff…good boy…now- swallow it…huff”

What?

Murderface stared at him in confusion for a few seconds before realising he was referring to the spunk still filling his mouth, and dripping down his chin. 

No fuckin’ way.

He shook his head vigorously and started to search for somewhere else to expel it. It was embarrassing enough to have semen in his MOUTH. He was not about to spread it any further into his body.

Dick put a hand on the side of his face, and gently pushed it back upwards until they were making eye contact again.

“Babe. Swallow.”

The words were laced with something sinister that made William pause. That calculated tone, matched with pulsing red irises, made Dick look like some kind of evil mastermind from a comic book. Honestly, it freaked him the fuck out. Knubbler was awfully good at doing that to him. 

Partly out of necessity, partly out of shock, and partly out of longing, he surrendered, furrowing his eyebrows and forcing the slick down his throat. It felt better than he wanted it to. Nonetheless, as an act of defiance, he leaned forward and wiped his mouth on Knubbler’s blazer, smearing cum across the jacket that was probably worth more than his entire outfit.

In an instant, Knubbler’s entire demeanour shifted. “WILLY!!” He squeaked, abandoning his previous dominant tone. “This jacket is EXPENSIVE, babe… oh, that is not gonna come out…”

He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket as Murderface smirked proudly.

“Yeah? Sherves ya’ right, dickweed. I hope it shtains.”

With a chuckle, he got to his feet, wobbling slightly as he got used to being upright again. Dick gave up on the stain and went to fetch his slacks from the floor while Murderface started towards the door. He paused by it, waiting for Knubbler to catch up to him before opening it.

“Oh schit, Knubbler, you shtill got uh… yknow… schtuff… on yer face…” his face went red when he noticed, but Dick simply giggled, still doing up his belt.

“Yes, Willy, I’m well aware. Thanks for the heads up though, babe.”

Without another word, he jogged to where William was standing and flung the door open.

“W-WAIT-“

“HEEEY, FELLAS! Sorry about that, you know how it is when you get in a groove. Had to see it through. Come on in, we’ve got a lotta work to do!”

The remaining members of Dethklok stared at Dick, dumbfounded. The jizz on his face had dried considerably, but it was still fairly prominent, and the off-white splotches on his hair and clothes were hard to ignore. Knubbler pretended not to notice.

“I’m just gonna pop to the bathroom, so I’ll meet up with you in five. Be good, mmkay? Nathan’s in charge.”

He stepped to the side to let them in, and they obliged, filing past him and shooting confused glances at Murderface, whose head was buried in his hands. Once they were all settled on the couch, Dick leaned into William’s face, and whispered gently into his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

“Keep that ass tight for me, kay babe…?”

He reached a palm around to Murderface’s backside and gave it a quick, subtle slap before strolling out of the studio, slamming the door shut behind him. William flinched.

“…so, uh… what the fuck happ-“

“I DON’T wanna talk about it.”

“Yew sure, dewd? ‘Cause ya seemed preeetty talkative before, heheh…”

Murderface raised his head, his face still beet red, and glowered at Pickles menacingly as he made his way to the couch.

“Hey, no judgement, dewd!”

“Ja, we ams happys for yous. Yous finally finds someone as gay as you ams.”

“I DIDN’T “FIND” ANYTHING. We were… it’s jusht a fuckin’ brutal ass shong we’re workin’ on.” He turned his gaze down as he settled onto the couch, keeping his distance from the rest of the group.

“And I’m NOT fuckin’ gay.”

In unison, Pickles, Nathan, and Skwisgaar scoffed, but left it at that. The last thing any of them needed was to be thinking about sex more than they already were.

“Is funnies…” Toki murmured, after a moment of tense silence. “I never knowns he like yogurts sos much…”

Chapter Text

It was several days before they spoke properly again, an unusually long lapse in communication that registered to both of them. The morning after, Murderface had stopped Dick in the hall to deliver a clumsy reassurance that ‘the guys had no idea,’ but he’d scurried away before Knubbler could respond. Since then, it had been nothing but awkward glances and feigned professionalism. Neither of them wanted to be the one to start that sensitive conversation, and there was plenty of room for distraction with the strict record deadline.

The distance hit Knubbler hard. He was used to hookups and one-night stands, or sharing a quick, mindless fuck with a friend, but something about this was different. He’d been admiring William for so long; not just his body, but everything about him. He’d spent the better half of two years growing increasingly fond of the guy, and, sure, maybe he’d gotten his hopes up a little too high, but he really thought they had something else, something… special. Nevertheless, the harsh tumble back to reality left him feeling pretty fuckin’ pathetic.

Unexpectedly, he found comfort in Abigail. Their relationship hadn’t gotten off to the best start, but they’d been growing closer during long nights pouring over pro-tools and doing coffee runs, and she seemed more than eager for a distraction from Nathan and Pickles’ increasingly un-subtle attempts to woo her. So, he’d oblige her, chatting about his conflicted feelings over secluded lunches.

“I just don’t GET him, Abby. I mean, we had a great time, and I’m SURE he was into it too… why is he fuckin’ ignoring me?? CHRIST, he is SO… oh god, I don’t even KNOW.”

“Men are the worst.” Abigail responded calmly, bringing a mug to her lips. Knubbler responded with a chuckle.

“God, aren’t they?” He let out a deep sigh, cradling his head in his hands.

“Look, I’m sure he just needs a little space. From what it sounds like, this is all really new to him, Dick. I think you just need to let him sorta… process?”

“I know, I know. But I miss him, Abs. I’m starting to think it’d be better if I hadn’t done anything.”

“Well, maybe.”

Dick shot her a cold stare, irises flickering red. Abigail scoffed and raised her hands in mock surrender.

“What, I’m just being honest with you! You do have a tendency to rush into things. I mean, you made a move on me, what… two days after we met?”

“Oh god, don’t remind me…” Dick slammed his head onto the table between them.

“In my defense, I was tripping BALLS, baby. I mean, I HAD just been fired.”

“Hey, it’s cool. I know I’m irresistible.” She teased, patting his head playfully.

“HA-HA. You wish.”

They shared a laugh as Knubbler rose from the table and rested his head on his hand, tilting his gaze so he was staring out a nearby porthole.

“I was sober though. Well, mostly, at least. And with Willy… I don’t know, it’s different. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about someone before.”

“Sounds like someone’s in lo-ove.” Abigail almost sang the last word, exaggerating her point with a sly eyebrow raise. Dick stuck his tongue out in disgust, his eyes turning a cautious shade of yellow.

“YEUCK, I hope not. I can’t stand all that lovey-dovey bullshit.”

As their conversation drifted away from the topic, her words stayed in his mind. Was that what this was? He’d been in relationships before, sure, and he was no stranger to a crush… but he’d never felt this strongly about someone. There was usually some ulterior motive; it was a boss’s daughter, a rival’s brother, a PR stunt or a scandal. Sure, he could put on a heck of a show, but at the end of the day that’s all it had ever been. Just a show.

Murderface was different. There was no feasible excuse for Knubbler’s admiration of him. By all professional accounts, it was a terrible business move, a far cry from his usual calculated romancing. Nevertheless, he found himself unusually magnetised to the grotesque bassist. Even when he was throwing tantrums, or half-heartedly plotting hair-brained get-rich-quick schemes, or holding that beloved knife to Dick’s throat, he made Knubbler beam. He gave him butterflies. And Dick wasn’t ready to let that feeling - or the man who sparked it - slip away.

Contrastingly, Murderface dealt with his complicated new emotions alone.

Though William would never admit it, Dick had become one of his closest friends over the years they’d worked together. Usually, they spoke every day - whether it be hours of mindless conversation over blunts and booze or simple, short text exchanges - and the absence left a pit in his stomach. Waking up to an empty phone screen rather than Knubbler’s usual corny “Good Morning!☀️” texts (which, in hindsight, seemed much less platonic than he’d initially assumed) gave him an aching feeling that reprised itself with every anxious glance at his phone.

He was distracted all the time; not a particularly new sensation for him, but the reason behind it was frustrating. He found himself zoning out during band meetings thinking about Knubbler, trying to suppress thoughts of him that made his stomach do backflips. In their recording sessions, he often refused to leave the booth in an attempt to avoid the man. The static of the talkback mic made his voice slightly more bearable, but he was still plagued with echoes from that fateful day.

It got worse at night. Murderface hadn’t properly slept since the incident. He’d stay up for hours, tossing and turning in sweat-soaked sheets, trying desperately to ignore the images of Knubbler in his head and the tingling in his crotch; never able to tell if the fact he physically COULDN’T satisfy himself made it better, or so much worse.

At his worst, usually after copious amounts of alcohol and weed, he would give in to the fantasies, letting his imagination freely wander. Lying naked, he would stroke his body the way Knubbler did, imagining it was Dick’s slender hands running through his hair, caressing his thighs, crawling over his stomach, fingering the metal bars that pierced his nipples. It was pathetic how much pleasure that gave him. He’d picture Dick on top of him, and echoes of his voice would reverberate in his mind as goosebumps spread across his skin. He craved that closeness, that intimacy, that sense of shared understanding and longing. And he craved it from Knubbler.

The pounding headaches that inevitably followed were never strong enough to make the aching in his heart subside. He NEEDED Dick, and it was embarrassingly obvious.

The day everything changed started like any other.

The recording session was not ideal, even though Dick left with more than enough to work with, a surprisingly rare occurrence with Dethklok; for the world’s most famous, most brutal band, they sure were a bunch of perfectionists. That was nothing Dick ‘Magic Ears’ Knubbler wasn’t used to, though. What he couldn’t handle was the way they looked at him. Despite William’s insistence that the rest of the band were clueless, the knowing glances constantly boring into the back of his skull spoke for themselves, and it was driving him nuts. It was the same every time; a playful, almost mocking smirk from Pickles; a judgemental, condescending once-over from Skwisgaar; an overprotective snarl from Nathan; an awkward, puzzled glance from Toki; and, of course, nothing but a hollow stare from Murderface. Dick didn’t embarrass easily, but paired with William’s complete denial, the shift in attitudes was really pissing him off.

He dealt with it like usual - pacing up and down the long, empty hallways in between mixing sessions with Abigail and meetings with Charles, washing bumps of coke down with blue-raspberry pop-rocks, force-rebooting his eyes anytime the underlying resentment became too apparent - and, soon enough, he had retired to the small guest bedroom assigned to him.

“-and you’re certain the demo will be ready by tomorrow?” An authoritative voice floated from the speaker on Dick’s DethPhone, which was held up to his mouth. “I’ve uh… delayed Roy as long as I possibly can and we… well, we need a win here, Knubbler.”

“Chuck, SERIOUSLY, cool your tits! It’ll be ready.”

A sigh came through the phone. Knubbler could almost hear the scowl on Charles’ face. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t get a kick out of annoying him. If there was one thing he and Murderface had in common, it was a love of being intentionally, irrationally dense.

“Just… just PROMISE me you’ll take care of it. The press will have a field day with another unprecedented delay.”

Knubbler leaned forward, steadying his tone.

“Pinkie promise, babe. Consider it done.”

“…thank you. I’ll er… I’ll speak to you tomorrow.”

“Alright. Sleep tight, Charlie.”

“Yes. You too.”

With a soft click, the call ended, and Dick fell back onto his queen-size bed with a deep sigh. He turned his head to the side, nuzzling his face into the crimson sheets as his arms reached for the ceiling, prompting his joints to erupt in a series of snaps and pops. The lights in his pupils dimmed as he sank into the mattress, and the room went fuzzy. It had been a long fuckin’ week.

Nimble fingers crept down the front of his off-white over-shirt, undoing the buttons one-by-one. Staring at the blurry ceiling, he couldn’t help but imagine it was Murderface’s clammy fingers fumbling with them, and subconsciously slowed his pace to sell the illusion to himself; his hands abandoning their calculated, familiar movements in favour of mimicking the impatient, frustrated motions of an aroused William Murderface. Knubbler’s face warmed as he pulled the jacket open, the speed of his hands feigning lustful eagerness, and pressed against his pale, bony chest.

The memories of Murderface stroking him were still vivid; his sweaty palms caressing Dick’s ribs and stomach, scared to grip too tight, but desperate to feel him. The lines he’d scratched into him had left raised marks that persisted for days, and Knubbler got a kick out of stroking them late at night, relishing in the primal, lustful side of William he’d released that day. He could only hope Murderface got the same pleasure out of the marks Dick had left on his neck. He knew they’d bruised - the uncharacteristic addition of a scarf to the bassist’s regular outfit told him that much - and catching glimpses of the reddish-purple blotches during meetings made his chest tighten.

He maneuvered his hands downwards as his heart raced, stopping them just above his crotch. Tenderly, he fingered his belt, mimicking the way William would hesitantly caress his hips, remembering the scent of his sweat and the movement of his body when they were pressed together, his breath quickening as he bit his lip, undid his fly, and…

…God, he was FAR too old for this shit.

Knubbler let out an embarrassed, breathy chuckle as his hands fell to his sides, breaking him out of his trance. Here he was, blushing like a schoolgirl with literal hearts in his eyes, and he STILL couldn’t get it up alone. He rolled to his side and sighed, the lenses of his eyes brightening again, bringing the room back into focus. The same question he’d been pondering for days drifted into his head; how the FUCK was a Brutalies award-winner able to do to him what NO ONE, woman OR man, had been able to accomplish in YEARS?

Oh well. No shame in needing a little assistance, he figured. He forced himself off the bed and reached into his nightstand drawer, pulling out a small bottle of prescription pills. He almost never popped the stuff just to jack off but this was a special circumstance, one that absolutely warranted cracking into the emergency supply. He needed some (how had Willy put it?) ‘stress-relief’ - what with the record deadline fast approaching and his hopeless attempt at courting Murderface weighing heavy on his mind - and he was running out of coke faster than he’d anticipated.

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Murderface lay face up on his bed; the same position he’d been in for almost an hour. His DethPhone rested at his side, discarded, the screen still lit up with some stupid game he’d gotten bored of moments before. Cheery, tinny music drifted in one ear and out the other. He’d hoped it would drown out the recurring visions of his producer.

It didn’t.

A grumble escaped his lips as they curled into a frown and he pulled his hands over his eyes, rubbing them as if to physically erase the images rushing across his mind. Fuck, this was pathetic. He was obsessed with him. It was a hard thing for William to face, but there was no denying it. His urges and fantasies - more invasive than ever given his inability to satisfy them - spoke for themselves. He groaned.

The strange thing was, he didn’t even find himself worrying too much about how gay it was to be thinking about another man. Of course, it crossed his mind every so often, but considerably less than usual. Murderface was far more concerned with a growing, creeping dread that this really was a one-off thing; a familiar anxiety that he’d fucked it up, fumbled something that could have been incredible by letting his self-hatred push Dick away. The dude was nothing if not persistent - often to the point of being an uptight, nagging prick - and William found himself both surprised and disappointed that Knubbler was yet to make another move.

Typical. Of course he didn’t want to be around him anymore. All that praise, all those moans, all that ecstasy, it must have been fake. At best, Knubbler was just doing him a favour. At worst, this was probably some big, fucked-up prank he still wasn’t clued in on. Why would anyone actually WANT to fuck him, let alone stick around after? God, he couldn’t believe he’d been stupid enough to think it was real. This was a new low.

Tears stung the corners of his eyes and before he knew it, he was sobbing into his sheets, punctuating resounding, miserable cries with soft whimpers. He didn’t even think about keeping the volume down until a pounding on his wall indicated that Nathan was sick of it. It wasn’t like this was an uncommon occurrence, but it pissed Murderface off nonetheless and, without thinking, he lobbed his DethPhone towards the sound; prompting its repetitive singing to cut out dramatically.

“Fuchk…” he muttered between sniffles, taking a second to compose himself before he got to his feet and retrieved the device. “Sho fuchkin’ shtupid… should jusht fuchkin’ KILL MYSELF…!” He yelled the last words at the thin wall that separated his bedroom from Nathan’s, and scoffed at the heavy, gravelly groan it prompted.

He fingered the small crack that had formed on the phone’s screen. These things were flimsy as fuck. Whatever, he’d just get Charles to fix it tomorrow. With a dramatic sigh, he flung himself back onto the bed, absorbing himself in another mindless mobile game as he fought back tears.

An unexpected pounding at his door broke him from the trance. He recognised those heavy, spaced-out knocks, and knew who was at the door before it opened.

“WHADDAYA WANT?!?”

“MURDERFACE, IT’S ME. IT’S UH, NATHAN. YKNOW. YOUR UH, PAL…eugh”

His voice had an unusual tone that made Murderface pause, eyes flicking to the door.

“…YEAH, I KNOW. FUCHK OFF.”

He turned back to his game, ignoring the muffled arguing coming from the hallway. Pickles was probably out there with him, putting him up to some stupid prank or dare. Whatever. Not his problem.

The door creaked open, and William tossed his phone onto the mattress as he rose from it, frustrated.

“Jusht leave me ALONE, sheriously. Can’t you shee I’m wallowing in schelf-pity over here?! Fuchkin’ hell…”

Nathan glanced to his right expectantly, at someone Murderface couldn’t see, then stepped into the room hesitantly.

“Uhhh… do you wanna… uh…. Like. Talk about it. Or something.”

“…huh???”

“DO YOU WANNA FUCKING TALK ABOUT IT. Your, like, PROBLEMS or whatever.”

Nathan kicked his feet, looking like a kid who’d been forced to make friends with his weird classmate. It wasn’t a sight William was particularly unfamiliar with, to be honest, but it was a shock coming from Nathan Explosion. He scoffed.

“What the fuchk, Nate? You… you tryna come onto me?” He choked out a chuckle, which was cut off when the irony of that statement struck him. He wasn’t really one to talk right now.

Nathan crossed his arms over his burly chest, raising his threatening gaze to Murderface’s eyes. William glowered right back. They stood in silence, both too stubborn to back down, until Nathan averted his gaze awkwardly and let out a frustrated growl.

“…ok, LOOK.” He hissed, still avoiding eye contact, “You’ve been doing this almost every fuckin’ night and I’m sick of it. Can you just talk to your stupid boyfriend and work it out already because, honestly dude, I would RATHER listen to gay sex than your faggy-ass whining.”

Murderface stuttered in shock. How… how did he KNOW about that?!? He thought… they said… SHIT!! He tried to form a coherent sentence while his mind raced, but ended up stammering like an idiot.

“…N-no, he’sh not… or, I mean, I’M not… we… wh…”

Nathan sighed and furrowed his eyebrows deeper.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not gay. Ok, whatever, look at it this way then.” He tilted his head towards the entrance unconsciously, as if asking for permission. “Cha- er, Offdensen said that a, uh… a certain sound engineer has been slacking off because of the whole thing. Getting higher than usual.” Nathan snorted at that last comment, but his voice was monotone, like he was reading off a script. “Dude, I don’t give a fuck about… shit, I don’t give a fuck about any of this, actually. BUT, you’re makin’ it MY FUCKIN’ PROBLEM. And that’s, uh… that’s no bueno.”

“…WHAT ARE YOU EVEN SHAYING??”

Nathan fidgeted nervously as Murderface exploded at him, trying not to piss him off more than necessary. After another anxious glance behind him, he continued, more emotional this time; at least, as emotional as Nathan Explosion was capable of being.

“WHATEVER. Just fuckin’ talk to him, OKAY? Charles won’t get off my ASS about this whole STUPID thing.”

“I-I…” William’s gaze twitched as he made a futile effort to compose himself. “I don’t even know… w-who you’re talking about… I don’t-“

“Just do it, you pussy.” With that, the vocalist turned on his heel and stormed out, leaving William’s door wide open and sharing a muffled exchange with someone in the hallway. Murderface only caught snippets of the conversation as he leapt towards the opening, fists clenched in blind fury.

(“THERE. You fuckin’ happy now?”)

(“…Yes, Nathan. I, uh… I suppose that’ll do. Thank you.”)

(“Whatever. Not like he’ll listen to me anyways.”)

(“Don’t be so sure.”)

“HEY- HEY FUCHKFACE!! WHERE ARE YOU GOING??!?”

Murderface careened through the doorframe in time to glimpse Nathan retreating to his room, followed by Charles, and yelled again.

“W… WHERE DO YOU GET OWFF?!? COMIN’ INTO MY SHPACE AND ACCUSIN’ ME OF SHOME… GAY BULLSCHIT?!!?”

This time, the response came from the room adjacent to Nathan’s.

“SHUTS UPS MOIDAFACE. AMS TRYING TO SKLEEPS OVER HERE…”

“AW, CAN IT, PRISSHYPANTS.”

A silence followed, interrupted only by the bang of William’s door slamming closed; then creaking open, as something struck him.

“AND WHAT’SH OFF-DILDO-SEN DOIN’ IN YER ROOM, ANYWAYSH?!?”

When no reply came, he huffed in frustration and slammed his door again, this time placing himself on the outside of it. He needed a walk.

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“FUCKIN’- SHIT!! FUCK!”

Knubbler groaned in exasperation. This wasn’t working. His right hand fell to the floor, releasing his twitching, erect dick.

Kneeling on the carpeted floor, hovering over an embarrassingly dry towel, he couldn’t help but picture how ridiculous he probably looked. Discarded clothes littered the floor, and he was completely naked, save for a loose, oversized t-shirt that hung from his shoulders; the garish “Planet Piss”graphic emblazoned on it draping over his slumped back. It was from an extremely limited, experimental merchandise project which had, as usual, been ruthlessly shot down by Murderface before ever making it to market. As far as Knubbler knew, he and William owned the only two in existence - a knowledge that imbued the shirt with a fuzzy feeling of intimacy and connection he couldn’t quite place - and he swore he inexplicably slept better in it. He’d hoped its ‘powers’ would extend to his current activities, but alas, it had already been fifteen minutes, and his wrist was starting to ache.

He bent over, letting himself fall to the floor as hoarse pants escaped his dry mouth.

Looks like he was gonna have to pull out the big guns.

Dick hadn’t wanted to resort to this. He’d been cruising a plethora of porn sites, pulling up various different tabs on his eyes but, despite multiple frantic, unceremonious attempts, he was still hard as a fuckin’ rock. He would have to get creepy.

Cautiously, one pupil drifted around the room as the other navigated through its memory cache.

In order for his eyes to transmit visual information to his brain, they were technically recording everything he saw, then playing it back for him within microseconds. These recordings were stored - usually only for a week or so - in a folder on his eyes’ hard-drive, making them accessible as long as Dick knew where to look. This was a neat trick he’d discovered recently - very handy for recollecting unwritten meeting notes, or putting names to faces, or figuring out how exactly he’d wound up passed out in the bathroom of a club he didn’t recognise - but he tried not to use it all too often. His current predicament, however, was begging for it.

With one eye still nervously flitting around in its socket, he navigated through the logs to the right date and started the playback.

[“Alright, SO, we’ve got some time before you need to record with the boys…”]

His own voice was the first thing he heard, and he cringed at it. It seemed to fill the room, even though it was only audible to him. A familiar scene filled the vision of one eye, and he let the other sink into it as well, losing himself in the recorded moment.

He didn’t want it to come to this, but he really, REALLY needed it right now. He knew it was fucked up to watch it, and he knew it was even more fucked up to jerk off to it; realistically, that wasn’t the reason he was worried, though. No one would ever know, anyways, and he’d done waaaay worse shit. What frustrated him was that he knew this would get him off when nothing else had; in other words, he NEEDED William to get there. It felt a bit pitiful to be so hopelessly dependent.

He heard Murderface’s gruff voice shortly after, and his concerns drifted away. These doo-dads really were amazing. It was like he was right there all over again.

[“I’M JUST SO HARD, MAN.”]

Knubbler bit down on his bottom lip, pulling a hand back to his cock. Willy looked wonderful in video.

Fuck. What am I doing??

Murderface hovered nervously in a shadowed hallway, inches away from a sturdy, wooden door. Quivering hands hung by his sides, his fingers idly fidgeting with the tattered hem of his shirt as he pondered his next move. He’d been pacing outside the entrance to Knubbler’s room for several minutes now - subconsciously hoping that Dick would hear his heavy footsteps and breach the tension himself - but to no avail. Guess he was busy.

William took a deep breath in, and raised his fist to the door… then lowered it… then raised it again… and, finally, lowered it once more. Was he actually gonna do this? Of course he would, his gullible psyche quickly reminded him. After all, he’s not a pussy. Nathan’s words echoed in his head as he pulled his hand closer to the door, pausing less than an inch away from its surface.

It’s not a big deal. It wasn’t like he was ACTUALLY confronting some jaded lover. He was just having a very professional, very above-board conversation with his producer. His employee, even. Call it… “a necessary intervention regarding work ethic and professionalism”. Yeah, that’s all it was. Offdensen probably only got HIM to do it because he was so good with the staff, and so business-minded. It had NOTHING to do with the fact that they had engaged in exhilarating, confusing, primal coitus only days before. His face warmed at the inadvertent reminder, and he gritted his teeth.

Sweat trickled down his brow as he brought his fist to the door and knocked, his entire body clenching from the rush of anticipation and terror.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“S-shit-!”

Knubbler flinched at the hesitant pounding and grunted under his breath, suppressing a low moan. Not fucking now. He was SO close. He turned his head to the side and screeched towards the entrance, not daring to spend an ounce of energy thinking about what was appropriate to say.

“F-FUCK OFF, PLEASE-! I’M BUSY…!”

The sentence tumbled out of his mouth before he could construct it properly, and the words were slurred, seeming to trip over each other clumsily. It didn’t matter. It was probably just a Klokateer, or some other Mordhaus nobody. He dialled the volume back up, letting Murderface’s voice drift into his ears. Except… it sounded strangely distant. And he didn’t remember William ever saying “FINE! WHATEVER! I DIDN’T WANNA TALK TO YOU ANYWAYSCH!”

…SHIT!! WAS HE ACTUALLY HERE?!

The thought of Murderface listening in to his freaky little jack-off session almost made him finish right then and there - he probably would have with a few more strokes anyway - but as soon as he put the pieces together his hand leapt off his dick, rushing to push his slender, hunched frame off the carpet. This opportunity was infinitely more urgent.

“W-WAIT!! WILLY!!” He called out instinctively, recoiling at the desperate, shrill voice that escaped him. Hurriedly, he used one pupil to hide all traces of sin from his eyes while the other flicked around the room, searching for something to cover himself. He settled on a heavy crimson robe, just a little too big for him, and dragged it on while kicking the rest of his clothes under the bed; all the while calling out to William through the door.

“I-IGNORE THAT, BABE! JUST… JUST GIMME A SECOND HERE!! I’LL BE RIGHT WITH YOU!!”

Murderface turned back to the door, hands shoved in his pockets. He was going to just leave - Dick’s knee-jerk reaction had unintentionally confirmed all of his swarming anxieties - but he couldn’t help but stay when Knubbler called out to him again. Though he couldn’t quite place it, something about the specific tone of his voice was familiar, and hearing those stupid pet names again was, frustratingly, enough to give him goosebumps. So he waited, convincing himself this was all completely professional and normal, until Dick threw the door open.

“HEEYYY, SO sorry about that… er… you wanted to, uh… chat…?”

…fuck.

Knubbler was slumped against the doorframe, one arm pulled behind his head while the other hung by his side. His legs were twisted over each other awkwardly, leaving the dressing-gown hanging just below his knees; the garment itself was only loosely tied on, exposing the thin shirt that just barely covered his pale, heaving chest.

Only stutters left Murderface’s lips as he struggled to keep his eyes on Dick’s face, repressing visions of what was going on under that crushed velvet curtain.

“…Yeah, I- w…what were you- or, I mean, why are… n-nevermind, I-I jusht wanted t-to…”

Following a quick glance downwards, Knubbler blushed at how disheveled he was and readjusted the robe to cover himself a little more, but it fell back to its original state when his hands left it to fix his messy bob. A soft, embarrassed chuckle drifted from his mouth as he combed through his hair, yellow LEDs fidgeting away from Murderface.

“…hahah! I, uh… sorry, Willy, I just, er… woke up! Power nap, y’know? Um… d-do you wanna…?”

He tilted his head inside the room, motioning for William to enter. If they were actually going to talk, he’d sure as shit need a seat. Besides, it would make his hard-on a lot easier to hide.

William shuffled in, too overwhelmed to argue, and stood awkwardly by the entrance as Knubbler pushed the door closed. He tapped his feet idly, hands still shoved in his pockets, and surveyed the room. It was messier than he’d expected.

After checking himself quickly, and tightening his dressing-gown, Dick set himself down on the side of the bed. A tense silence followed, as both men contemplated where to begin, but Murderface was first to speak, preceding his words with a nervous cough.

“Scho…”

“So?”

“…I think we, uhm… need to talk. Or shumthin’.”

“Sure, babe. Let’s chat. What’s on your mind?”

A frustrated glance pierced Knubbler’s eyes before William continued.

“You KNOW what’sh “on my mind.””

Knubbler exhaled heavily, a futile attempt to release the tightness in his chest. His pupils were glowing bright yellow, exposing the cracks in his confident facade. He was a lot better at lying before those stupid things were installed.

“…yeah, I have a couple guesses.”

The room fell silent again. Dick patted the spot next to him, motioning for William to take it. He hesitated for a moment, but eventually surrendered. The quivering of his legs was making it hard to stay upright, and the opportunity to be so close to Knubbler in this state was too tempting.

They avoided eye contact for a few more seconds, letting the silence grow, both cursing themselves for not cussing the other out. Once again, it was Murderface who broke the tension.

“Scho… are…are you gonna apologishe, then?”

Knubbler’s pupils flickered, a vague approximation of a blink.

“…what?”

“Y’know, I jusht think… I mean, you need to say schorry, right? Fer… y’know. All that schtuff. Whatever you… DID that made me so… like thish.” He floundered, staring blankly at the wall across from him, burly arms crossed over his chest.

Knubbler’s eyes flashed red, and flicked towards Murderface.

“You think… I need to “say sorry”?”

William fidgeted. To be honest, he wasn’t exactly sure where he was going with this angle, but something inside him was convinced that this must all be Dick’s fault. He’d cast some gay spell on him, that HAD to be why he was feeling this way, why he was longing so deeply for a man he didn’t even consider a friend, why he was so desperate to feel him again, to feel whole again. Maybe if he could just get Knubbler to-

“…FUCKING ASSHOLE!!”

The sudden yell made Murderface flinch. Slender hands reached for his collar and gripped it, pulling their faces together as Dick’s lips curled into a snarl.

“Wh…huh!? I-”

“NO. NO, for ONCE in your life, SHUT UP and LISTEN. WHY in the HELL should I apologise to YOU?!? FUCK, you’ve been GHOSTING me for DAYS, treating me like… like some MISTAKE, and I’M supposed to say sorry?!”

“That’s- I WASHN’T-”

Knubbler cut him off with a shrill laugh, eyes still pulsing a bright, dangerous red as he released Murderface and crossed his legs.

“WELL I’M SORRY, WILLIAM. I’m SORRY that I showed you the TIME OF YOUR LIFE, and you’re too FUCKIN’ REPRESSED to accept it. But you could have AT LEAST had the courtesy to just TELL me to fuck off, rather than treating me like some GROUPIE, some TWO-BIT WHORE… GOD, I mean- y’know, I thought we might really fuckin’ HAVE something, I-“

His rant devolved into hapless stammering as it was allowed to continue uninterrupted, eyes twitching frantically in their sockets; pulsing between red, yellow, and a dull shade of blue William hadn’t seen before. Speechless, Murderface just stared at him, watching the flashing screens as a sense of dread crept over him.

“...FUCK, Willy, you’re so… so…” A soft laugh escaped Knubbler’s quivering lips, but there was no joy in it. It was tense and taut, an unconscious mask. His pupils twisted into miserable navy blobs, flickering and pulsating dimly, and Murderface gaped at him.

Was Knubbler… crying?

Or, at least, as close as he could get to it without functioning tear ducts? The thought left a pit in his stomach, and he was overrun with a sudden, aching feeling he didn’t recognise.

Empathy? Regret? Shame? Whatever it was, it overwhelmed his senses and, as though driven by some unseen force, his hand reached for the man sobbing softly beside him. A clammy palm landed hard on Knubbler’s shoulder, and as it came to rest, William’s entire body tensed. If he wasn’t frozen in place, he’d probably be hitting himself over the head, cursing his own stupidity. Why the fuck did he do that?!? Shit, Dick was gonna think he- but if he did it, then… maybe-

The internal battle paused when Knubbler shifted his weight, scooching closer to William. Their legs brushed together. It made Murderface blush. And he could swear he saw a similar reaction on Dick’s downturned face. He felt something deeper than pity for his producer, slumped on the bed, still dishevelled and panting. He looked miserable. And it was all William’s fault.

His next words came without warning, and without a second thought.

“I’m… shorry." Murderface mumbled, almost to himself, before letting his gaze drift away from Knubbler, who peered at him curiously.

He HAD to be hearing things. Did William Murderface actually apologise? Had he seriously just admitted wrongdoing? He searched for answers on the solemn face opposite him, but the expression on it was hard to read; it had settled to a familiar look of resentment, but something about William’s eyes was different, more emotional. They glimmered in a way Knubbler wasn’t used to.

“… you’re… sorry…?” Dick offered cautiously, trying to mask the shock in his voice.

Murderface sighed before continuing, and rubbed his eyes with two fingers as his gaze fell to the floor.

“… yeah, whatever. I, uh… I didn’t want to makche you… y’know. Schad? Whatever this is.” He grumbled, squeezing his eyes shut. “…you’re NOT jusht some groupie schlut, I… I don’t wanna make you feel lichke that because…” he paused, letting his brain catch up with the words tumbling from his lips. This was gay. This was SO gay, and definitely NOT metal. But sitting there, with Knubbler’s curious, mechanical eyes flickering hopefully up at him, he found himself completely unable to suppress it.

“…becaushe you’re… important. To me. A-and the band, obvioushly. Scho, y’know. I’m schorry for bein’ a dick.”

With closed eyes, he waited in dread for Knubbler’s response; anticipating laughter, disgust, the regular predecessors to complete abandonment. He didn’t expect the silky, blonde hairs that tickled his neck as Knubbler leant into him, snaking an arm around his back.

“Oh, Willy…” Dick whispered, treading with caution. He could tell Murderface was battling a lot of emotions, and as badly as he wanted to slap him in the face and tell him to figure it out already, he cared enough about him to hold back.

“I’m sorry too. Sorry for blowin’ up at ya. It’s only because I…” He paused briefly, reevaluating. “‘Cause I… I like havin’ you around.”

God, that was stupid. Who says that? How was THAT gonna make him feel any better?

“…really?”

Murderface turned to him with wide, innocent eyes, a skeptical frown stretched across his face. Guess the bar was pretty low. A sting of sympathy ran through Knubbler.

“…Yeah.” His lips hinted at a smile. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Knubbler questioned them. Was that too far? He didn’t want to come off too strong, especially if Will wanted to keep it casual. Shit, he’d be OVERJOYED if they just stayed fuckbuddies. He started to mutter something, backtracking on his previous statement, but a pair of meaty hands gripping his waist stopped him.

Wordlessly, Murderface pulled him into an awkward bear hug, squeezing a quiet yelp out of Dick. He suppressed a giggle as William’s grip lifted him from the bed slightly, and wrapped his arms around the man, stroking his heaving back.

“No-one’s ever schaid that to me before…” Murderface mumbled, pulling Knubbler closer as he let the warm feeling in his chest rise. Yeah, this WAS really fucking gay. But someone actually WANTED him. That was new. And cool. Maybe it cancelled out. The fuzzy bliss that washed over him was intoxicating, and he wasn’t ready to let it go again.

“That surprises me…” Knubbler cooed, nuzzling into the side of his face. “Handsome guy like you? Babe, I thought I'd have to wait in line!” It felt right to reward Willy with some praise. He deserved it, a lot more than he thought he did. Murderface pulled away from the embrace, a dopey grin plastered on his face.

“Schtop it. That’sh not true.”

“I mean it, Will! Seriously, you’re a treat to be around. Sexy as shit, too.”

A blush crept across William’s face as Knubbler squeezed his love handles. Fuck, this was way too perfect. He hadn’t even done anything and this guy seriously, genuinely, no-bullshit, HONEST-TO-GOD, wanted to fuck him. AGAIN. Maybe it was just his dick talking, but only one thought managed to fight its way through the hurricane of his mind; Who cares if he’s a dude? In an instant, the subtle touch of Dick’s soft hands swept away any lingering doubts and, without a second thought, he leaned into a kiss he’d been craving for days.

It caught Knubbler off-guard, and he froze for a moment as Murderface pressed his lips against his; but it didn’t take long for his racing mind to settle, copiously thanking whatever holy being had made this come to be. He kissed back, deepening the connection, and gripped William’s back as he pulled closer to him, practically hanging from his shoulders. Tongues danced and legs tangled as the embrace became richer, deeper, stronger; every caress of flesh adding fervour to their passionate waltz. They’d been apart for too long, and now they were breathing each other in like oxygen.