A/N This is just a teaser if you will, just something I wrote in work. I know the chapter is rather short but I like how it ends. Don't worry though, the next chapter will more than make up for it, and the next one will most definitely need an 'M' rating ;) please R&R and let me know what you think of my tiny chapter!

Seth's eyes tried to adjust to the blanket of darkness that coated the room. His head was spinning and for a brief moment he had no idea why. Then the nights events hit him, and his eyes began welling with tears he hadn't even noticed we're beginning to fall. He remembered arguing with Dean, and then the other male pushing him to the ground and...

No. Nothing had happened. After Dean had threatened to... hurt him, Seth had began struggling like a mad man, clawing, scratching, at one point he even bit Dean in an attempt to get away. The older male had become frustrated with Seth's antics so he had reached up in the mist of there struggle to grab the first thing he could, which happened to be the receiver of the hotel phone, and promptly smacked Seth across the head with it. Hard. The two toned man had soon blacked out. But Seth knew noting could have happened while he was unconscious. Sure he' never actually had sexy with a guy, but he knew how it worked, and he'd seen Dean shower plenty of times. The guy wasn't exactly 'small', and with a package like Deans surely he'd have felt a little pain at least. But he felt nothing, and relief burned through him. At least until he tried to move.

Seth had been so focused on figuring out if Dean had actually gone ahead with it he hadn't noticed his pants and underwear had gone missing, nor the rope wrapped snugly around his wrists and, even worse, his ankles. They were tied to the corners of the bed, holdings is limbs in a spread eagle position, his legs tied so far apart he couldn't even close them enough to hide his now fully exposed lower regions. Panic soon began to set in again after that horrific thought. So focused on trying to figure out a way to get out of the tightly done ropes he had once again failed to notice the man across the room, hiding in the shadows.

Ice blue eyes watched Seth struggle, and a mischievous grin fell across deans face. He had Seth exactly where he wanted him. There was no way he would be able to get out of those ropes, Dean knew this, and so he simple sat back, watching Seth struggle, enjoying the way his body twisted. He loved Seth's body. He knew ever single inch of Seth's skin. From the tattoo running across his spine, to his luscious hip bones, his pretty little cock sucking lips, and his huge, beautiful brown eyes always filled with so much emotion, and currently pouring with tears. And his ass. He had always paraded it around, showing it off. Wearing the tightest jeans he could find, always finding excuses to bend over in front of him and rub up against him in the ring, or even when he was standing in front of Dean. And after all of that he acted as if he hadn't done anything! The little bitch was such a tease, but he was allowed to be. Why? Because my god Seth had the nicest ass Dean had ever seen. It was round, firm, perfectly shaped and just enough to fill Deans hands. So maybe he'd had a few gropes while he was undressing the man. So what? Not like it didn't belong to him anyway. Well, after tonight it would. He knew that. And soon, Seth was going to know that to.