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Hangman confronts Matt about his consistent interruption whenever he and Swerve have a moment, Matt argues back and Hangman brings up how desperate Matt is for Swerve's attention. Matt says she could and does have Swerve's attention unlike him. While this is happening Swerve's outside snacking on some chips before entering and telling them to continue.

In this Swerve is intersex but it's not really touched on, in the next fic I will touch on it and hopefully by time that's published I can accurately write him.

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Hangman walks backstage, actually he was dragged backstage by a former friend Matt Jackson after another attempt of him trying to get at Swerve, the bain of his existence in AEW. The one person here he wants to kill or get killed by, though it could be argued that, that damned Moxley was up there….and maybe his wife Renee though she was more of a for lack of better word punching bag for him and she'd occasionally punch him back. It's a lovely thing that he hasn't been attacked by the BCC, Renee definitely had something to do with that. Now, as he let himself be led to a room backstage, he feels rage shimmering as he remembers all the times Matt has involved himself with Swerve from Instagram comments to live fucking TV, hell, he'd even caught him walking behind Swerve chatting. Chatting up his enemy then trying to be the peace? It's ironic but the only person who can be Hangman's peace is his devil himself and he's getting pissed that he's been starved of his devil's blood and flesh once again.

His devil's soft, hairy tattooed dark skin. Something he longed to fester on and in, something he craved to fester as the being festered his mind. Consistently being removed from him, consistently pulling away from him making his own craving more vicious. He bled for him and was in turn given a drink of his blood but how could that be enough, how could he not need for that man to open him and wear his skin as he'd wear his.

“Wearing Swerve's skin would have you cancelled.” Matt said, looking at him.

“What?” Hangman asked, finally looking at him.

“You said you'd wear Swerve's skin after killing him, that would get you cancelled not to mention jail for hate crime.”

“Since when does the shit I say in ring translate to who or what I say outside of it?” Hangman asked. “Wearing his skin could quite literally mean his title so tell me Matt, no tell me this Matthew why the fuck are you always interfering with my business.”

“I'm doing what's best for you, that's all this is.” Matt replied.

“What's best for me is having Swerve's blood in my veins as he lays flat out dead!” Hangman stated.

Matt laughed, “Flat out dead, he says, you want him flat out dead so you can what?” Matt asked, “Bathe in his blood like a pig in mud, lick all the fluids off his body then stuff it so that your sick obsession with him will be fed‽”

“My sick obsession.” It was Hangman's turn to laugh. “I have a fucking reason for this “sick obsession”, but what's yours Matt?”

Matt looked at him, eyes shifting in the opposite direction, he held his tongue and Hangman wouldn't allow this. He would definitely not allow Matt to drag him away once again just to shrink away when he got on his case.

“You and everyone else have so much to say about Swerve and I.”

The dragging of the ‘so’ drew a wince from Matt and a grin from Page.

“But Matt, what about your obsession with his attention?” Hangman said, a sickeningly feeling brewing in his stomach. “Following him around, talking and praising him like a DOG!”

Matt’s face remained stoic as Hangman yelled.

“You are just as obsessed as I am but they disregard you.” Hangman paused. “As you are not worth his attention nor do you have what it takes to get it.”

“Unlike you, yeah I don't have to do shit but act like a dog and he'll seek me out.” Matt said, “I don't have to threaten or embarrass myself night after night in front of thousands of people because Swerve enjoys giving me his attention and he enjoys me basking in both it and him.”

“You ass licking, prick dick, disgusting fucker.” Hangman said calmly walking closer to Matt. “You saying that he enjoys you, you're nothing but easy dick for him.”

“And you're nothing but his forgotten pup trying to make himself relevant to remember his owner's love.” Matt retorted.

Hangman grabbed his shirt and yanked him forward. The blaze in his eyes might explain the water sliding down Matt's forehead as he kept his cool. The sound of familiar footsteps, announced the presence of their shared obsession. They looked at him observing as the man ate from his plate of nachos as if he was currently sat at the cinema seeing a loved flim. They observed as he walked to a couch laying absent minded with his plate to his side.

“Don't mind me, please do continue.” Swerve finally said bringing a chip to his mouth. His signature amused look resting on his face plain as day to behold.

Hangman pushed Matt away from himself and took a step over to Swerve. Swerve watched him, once he was close he flickered his attention to Matt. Seeing this, Hangman grabbed his chin and forced him to look at him.

“This is what you were playing at?” He questioned the man, he watched how Swerve's face was only a little squished in his hands, searched the eyes of the man who captured him then threw him out without care. “You don't think your fucking with me enough?” He waited for an answer before he realized that while he held his face, no reply would be given.

As Hangman reluctantly released Swerve's face, Swerve looked over to Matt yet again and raised a brow.

“You really don't get what don't mind me means, do you Adam?” He directed his question to Hangman, giving the two men both his attention.

“Swerve this is..was supposed to be a private conversation.” Matt told him, looking quite over it but Swerve just rolled his shoulders and somehow got more comfortable.

“I'm just the topic, not an interruption so go on.” Swerve pushed, “Plus this trouble in paradise you two have, has been cockblocking me and I don't think you've noticed that.”

“Cockblocking you?” Matt asked, pointing at Hangman he scoffed. “Maybe I cockblock you from him but he cockblocks you more than I can even attempt to.”

Hangman simply rolled his eyes, his mood not improving or falling. He's quite proud of his disturbance in Swerve's sex life, it's like pinching the man. If he complains about it he looks silly but he still isn't buddy with the fact that Matt found a loophole and got to his person.

“Well Matt, you approach me whenever I try to get with others and you are clingy so that's a turn off.” Swerve said eating a chip, “I'm not naive, I know that tactic.”

Matt looked off to the side. “I trust my judgement.”

“Sure you do babes, just wish it didn't leave me with the blues so often.” Swerve said to him. “Though I am glad you did it today.”

That ticked Hangman off. “You saying, you're glad you got stolen away from me?” His question sounding as offended as he looked.

“If you wanna put it that way.” Swerve says, “Yes.”

“For what reason‽” Hangman was baffled.

He knew from the looks he was given that the two knew he was hurt but he devoided his attention from that. Swerve not wanting him was always for show. Always. Backstage he'd never push him away, wouldn't allow anyone to pull him away from him. So why now, was Matt really his replacement. Was he finally being pushed out by these two?

“Same reason you had the twink’s legs on your shoulder.” Matt's displeasure so clear that it snapped Hangman out of his own mind.

“What?” He questioned, “I was just doing what I said I would, break him in half.”

“Never broken me in half, has he broken you yet Matt?” Swerve asked still watching the two, now equally.

“What are you two going on about?” He could see how his confusion was annoying Matt but amusing Swerve.

“Still naive aren't you Hangman?” Swerve chuckled.

“So you don't want me tonight, over a match?” He questioned farther.

“I was jealous, you slamming that boy down in that slutty position, pulling him back to you and all that.” Swerve was exaggerating what happened but could anyone blame him. He motioned Matt to come to him. “Such aggressive missionary for everyone to see that he's nothing but your bratty little bitch, while I'm still just your arch nemesis and Matt darling is your overbearing friend who you no longer care for.”

Matt huffed rolling his eyes at the thought of being just Hangman's overbearing friend. He was pretty sure Hangman was his sugar baby at one point.

“It's unfulfilling and cruel to think that you'd make me jealous of a twink that can't stand me.” Swerve pulled Matt onto him and began toying with his hair. “Matt understands how hurtful that is so he'd never do that to me.”

Hangman was stunned, he was ecstatic at the fact that Swerve did in fact watch him and had feelings for him but shocked to see that Matt was feeling a similar way or worse.

Swerve looked as if he was about to speak again when he lightly gasped. “Matt.” He said pulling the man by his hair.

Hangman's eyes finally scanned over Swerve. It didn't really work from his angle as Matt spread himself over the man. He could still see the mesh sleeve of the shirt that Swerve wore, he drew a breath in knowing exactly what Matt had just done.

Matt groaned but smiled down at Swerve. “You're right, I…we've been neglecting you of pleasure for a while.” He slid his left hand to grope Swerve's chest before carelessly pushing the nachos away. “Let us make up for it?”

Swerve released his grip on Matt's hair when he started talking, settling to just run his hand through it. His breathing slowing as groping turned into kneading. “You tryna fuck me or put me to sleep?”

“We'll fuck you either way, know you love the feeling of cock inside you while waking up.” Matt said, mindlessly kneading Swerve's chest and listening to the soft sounds from him.

“I like being forced awake with a good rough fucking is what I told you, cock warming is something I do with official lovers.” Swerve muttered, hand moving from his hair to motion Hangman over. “ ‘S weird to just watch, come here Adam.”

Hangman was watching, watching as Matt turned Swerve into a puddle. He wanted to join but was he truly allowed to, his eyes wondered to Matt and he thought of how he was to him well that's what he wanted to think. Gone were the days where he actually second guessed his treatment of him but he still wondered if he had pained Matt in a way he didn't mean to. The flow of Swerve's hand flowed like music as he made his way to him and onto his knees.

Hangman bent down and kissed Swerve softly but deep. The kiss brought back memories like they usually do.

“Cock warming is something for official lovers.”

The thought of Swerve's head on his chest as he rested deep in the man resurfaced and he whined when Swerve pulled away.

“Shh, relax need you two to settle your differences right now.” He moved Matt's hands from his chest and gave Hangman a look.

Getting the signal, Hangman took Matt's hands and lifted him off Swerve.

“Need you two to stop fucking with each other's head and be straight up.” Swerve continued as he shifted to sit straight up.

Matt looked warily at Hangman who returned the look. Both knew that this wouldn't end or start if they did nothing plus Swerve would likely leave them without helping.

“Do you hate me now?” Matt asked, “Not when it comes to show but outside, do you not like being around me?” His questions were firmly spoken as if they didn't affect him but his body language that usually wouldn't showed how scared he was of the answer.

“Don't hate you out of show, god Matt how the fuck could I.” Hangman stated, “Just…was just stuck in my own head and you wouldn't approach me so I stopped reaching out and fuck I'm sorry Matthew.”

“You'd better be.” Matt said,”I'm sorry for being bitchy to you outside of work, wasn't the best idea, still isn't and I shouldn't have made you feel like you had and likely still do.”

Hangman nodded at Matt, not sure what to do next but the annoyed grunt from Swerve gave him a good push. He reached out and pulled Matt into a hug, he held on to him and rested his head on his shoulder, inhaling all he could from the place he was settled in.

Matt return the hug and sighed out loud in relief, it sucked losing a friend but god was the reunions nice. He patted Hangman's hair and pulled away. “No more avoiding me after or before shows right, Adam?”

The pause before his name finally cracked the I that Hangman threw himself into as he nodded. “Yeah, right.”

“Now, kiss.” Swerve joked like a side character would, giggling at that fact.

“Let's give him what he wants.” Adam says holding Matt's face.

“Damn right we should.” Matt agreed, leaning forward and officiating the kiss.

Swerve sat back and watched as the two kissed, slow and passionately almost teasingly. He shuffled in his seat deciding to get rid of his pants before remembering his choice of underwear and settling for just leaving it open and unzipped all the way to show off the front.

Matt moved his lips in sync with Hangman's, hand slowly tugging the ends of his hair and the other pulling on Hangman's shirt. He pulled away and left light kisses from his cheek to his ear and whispered.

“He's wearing lacy ones, a dark purple lace one with those fucking black bows on the sides.” Matt chuckled lightly, tugging harshly on Hangman's hair. “He had a matching triangle bra on, early too…sent me teasing little pics of himself in his bathroom mirror.”

“Yeah?” Hangman asked, looking over to Swerve now, imaging the man in compromising positions while trying to beat the camera timer.

“He took the bra off though, didn't want to show it off to anybody else.” Matt ran his hand down to Hangman's pants, rubbing the already hard bulge. “Lucky me right, y'know what he captioned one of the pics with his legs spread?”

Hangman groaned, the visual imagination of Swerve sitting with his legs spread wide, hands behind bracing himself and head tilted with that fucking teasing smirk.

“Eat it with my panties on later, gonna soak you all over.” Matt finished, “Wanna go let him fulfill his promise?”

Hangman growled deep in his throat before nodding.

The two fully pulled apart, staring down the man who smirked and motioned them to him.

@bang-bang-gang shout out to Vera for helping me make up my mind and finish this. I was inspired by them to start this in the first place.

I'm still very new to posting on here so hopefully future fics have better formats.

I'm reminded of a common interpretation of kayfabe in a world which is long-aware that professional wrestling is choreographed, from legendary wrestler Johnny Valentine:

""I may not be able to convince you that professional wrestling is real, but I can convince you that I am."

I do not want my fantasy media to be realistic. I want my fantasy media to be convincing.