For Love and Brotherhood
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to the WWE, TNA, HWA or CZW. I only own the OCs.
Warnings: This is slash. If this isn't your cup of tea, just hit that little back button and we'll pretend like this never happened.
"Pledges!" The fraternity president yelled out into the group of pledges. "Welcome to Hell week!"
Roman couldn't help but roll his eyes, thankful that the room was dark enough that none of the brothers saw. How had he allowed Dean to talk him into this? Sure, when his best friend had decided to pledge last year it had definitely competed with their friendship, but was join the frat really in his best interest?
His eyes met Dean's and had to suppress a laugh when his best friend had rolled his eyes playfully at him. Roman supposed that joining the frat would definitely be cool in the sense that he would get to see more of the blonde, but Hell week? This totally sucked.
His attention returned to the fraternity president when he began to speak again.
"This week will push you all to your limits and test your loyalty," he spoke in a wickedly deep and taunting voice. "Every night you'll be put through a series of challenges, then each night one or two of you will be given a special task to complete."
Roman remembered Dean telling him about this last year when his challenge had been to streak naked through all the sorority houses. Though it had done little to bother Dean, knowing the man as he did, Roman couldn't help the wave of nervousness that coursed through him.
"Tonight's challenges!" The Vice President yelled. "Drinking games and bar fights!" The pledges all look around at each other, none of them looked excited. "Dean. As I recall this was your area of pledging expertise last year. Why don't you give them the rules."
Dean smirked stepping forward, his gaze falling on Roman for a moment. "Pledges, tonight the 8 of you will be split into teams. Your teams will compete against each other in drinking games. The losing team will then face off against each other in a brawl. The sole survivor of the brawls will be declared the winner. During this brawl you are not allowed to make face and groin contact. Punching and kicking is not permitted. One member of the winning team will be selected for their special task tonight."
'Well that's pretty much a lose-lose' Roman thought to himself as Dean stepped back next to his brothers. His friendship with Dean was the only thing that made this worth it. He was the oldest in the group as the others were freshmen and he knew that no matter what team he ended up on, he'd be carrying most of the weight with drinking. Besides being the oldest, he was by far the biggest, outweighing each of them by a good 50-100 pounds.
After they were divided into teams, the drinking games quickly began and it was long into the first game that most of the other pledges were feeling the effects of the alcohol. Roman was pounding booze much to the appreciation of the frat brothers around them that were hooting and hollering around them.
"You got this, bud," he heard Dean's gravely voice rumble in his ear, before he stepped back again.
An hour and several drinking games later, Roman's team had surprisingly won. They watched as the other team was split into pairs and instructed again on the rules.
Roman couldn't deny that he was pretty lit, but it was nothing compared to the others who he watched with great amusement as they stumbled around each other. His attention was interrupted by the fraternity's Vice President, Randy, patting his back.
"Hunter wants to see you," Randy said pointing towards the staircase leading upstairs, causing Roman's face to immediately drop. "You were picked for the task tonight."
Roman's eyes left Randy's in search of Dean who he found on the other side of the room monitoring the brawls. He watched them with a careful gaze, making sure no one slipped up and permanent injury caused. His eyes rose, meeting Roman's, then flicking to Randy standing next to him. Roman shrugged and motioned to the stairs, which Dean seemed to understand. He gave him a nod and a reassuring smile, before turning his attention back to the brawlers.
Nodding at Randy, who patted him on the back in a friendly manner, Roman then turned and made his way out of the basement.
Once he reached the kitchen, Hunter, the fraternity president walked up to him and motioned him to follow, leading him down a hallway. They traveled to the highest point in the house, the attic and ascended the stairs leading there.
Once inside the room, Roman's attention was quickly brought towards a chair. Sitting on the chair was a young bearded guy with dark hair that was pulled back in a low bun and covered in a black backwards snapback. He was wearing faded skinny jeans and a black t-shirt that looked like a second skin on him. He was extremely fit, if the bulging biceps poking out of the shirt was any indication. His expression gave no indication to what was going on and why he was necessary in Roman's task.
His attention was brought away from the man when Hunter walked up next to him with a shit-eating grin.
"Pledge Reigns," he said, slapping a hand on the Samoan's shoulder. "Your task tonight is to get acquainted with our friend here."
Roman gave him a confused look, glancing back at the other man in the room, then back to Hunter. "Get acquainted with him? Meaning?"
Hunter smiled wickedly, then glanced across the room at the other. "If you want to be in this fraternity then your going to have to do one very important thing... Fuck Sethie boy here."
"What?!" Roman's head whipped back to Hunter. "I'm not gay."
"That's the point," Hunter chuckled. "What are you willing to do to be part of this fraternity?"
"Not that!" Roman exclaimed, shaking Hunter's hand off his shoulder.
"Ok," Hunter shrugged stepping back. "I guess you just won't be seeing Dean anymore then."
"What do you mean?" Roman snapped at the man.
"Dean's a brother," Hunter explained. "Rules of this house are if a pledge doesn't make it into the frat, they get shunned by the brothers or they get kicked out themselves. You know how much being part of the frat means to Dean, but we also know how much your friendship means to him. Are you willing to risk him getting kicked out because you couldn't suck it up and do your task?"
Roman swallows harshly. He couldn't do that to Dean and Hunter knew that. What the fuck was he suppose to do? Sex with a man? A man he didn't even know.
After a moment of internal battle, Roman sighed and relented with a nod. "I'll do it."
"Great!" Hunter exclaimed excitedly clapping his hands, then turning to the other man. "He's all yours Rollins." He then turned and walked towards the door, before stopping suddenly and facing Roman. "Oh and Roman, we'll know if you go through with it or not."
With that the man exited the room, leaving Roman alone with this stranger named Seth.
A/N: I have no idea where this came from, but let me know your thoughts.