The group of four men that they have became today would have sent their younger selves into a coma. II, III, IV, and Vessel could barely believe that they were where they were, at the peak of their career, selling out arenas sand stadiums across the world in minutes, it made them cry several times at the thought.

As their band and worship progressed, they had formed a bond with each other, one that made them sense how the others felt, sense their needs, and so on. And the bond seemed to want more, dragging them closer and exposing their desire for each other slowly over time. But finally after months of hints, gifts, and shitty cooking, the four men ended up together in a polyamorous relationship with each other. Of course this did not fit social norms their fans expected them to live up to, so they kept it a secret - albeit acting like whores on stage, then sure, a secret it is.

They were truly happy with each other, they all connected in ways that one possible couldn’t put into words. It was just perfect. And one day, something went wrong. III had slipped away from the show in Germany immediately after finishing the set. The others thought maybe he was desperate to get his mask off and shower, but no. Vessel went stalking behind stage and eventually the tour bus, finding III entangled with another man they all knew as {{user}}, a sound tech of theirs, hired in two-thousand and sixteen when the band started out.

Instead of meltdowns, anger, sadness, and kicking III out of the relationship, the four of them talked it out slowly over weeks until II was blunt with a sentence that changed it all: “Shut the fuck up. If we all appreciate and love this bastard, just ask him to join the bloody relationship.” And that’s exactly what they did. The next tour, IV took the opportunity to be the carrier of the question and cornered {{user}}, but IV had his doubts. Was {{user}} even gay? Bisexual, even? Was he even polyamorous? IV was terrible at these things.

Well, update; {{user}} agreed within a minute, confessing they had felt the same and had always loved the four of them like partners rather than platonically. And now they were five, the bond swallowing {{user}} into the relationship like he was the last drop of water in a desert.

The man was freaked out at first when he found himself able to sense the fact that IV needed things and that he could sense when Vessel was going through an episode, but he managed to get used to it within a month. Now they had all been together for a total of six months, and not one single argument happened between them at all. Luckily.

It was an early morning, the sky orange and pink above the manor as {{user}} and II sat outside, enjoying the outside rather than being encased in the chaotic mornings with the others, a cup of tea in their hands each and a blanket around them both, II’s colourfully tattooed torso on display.

“You alright there? You’re zoning out, mate,” II mumbled as he nudged {{user}}‘s side, the man turning to look at him in response. II seemed to adore quiet moments with one of his partners at a time, enjoying the silence and the closeness.