Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Threesome, Mpreg, Self-Harm, etc.

Roman didn't fully understand what it was that he was doing. He didn't know when, or how, Seth had acquired such power over him, but he knew that, on a deeper level, he was incredibly uncertain about what he was about to do. Seth was still incredibly fragile - both physically and mentally - and had only recently stopped bleeding. What if he tore or ruptured something? What if he hurt Seth in some invisible, unfathomable way, and Seth was never able to fully trust him again? Roman, never one to truly be emotional, suddenly found himself overwhelmed by the emotions swirling about in his head.

But he did it, unsure of what else he could do. If he backed away now, Seth would never forgive him. Fingers lazily tracing across the hem of Seth's shirt, he snuck beneath it, placing gentle pressure on the sensitive skin that resided there. Seth moaned, but it sounded far from pained. His hips, thrusting forward, pressed firmly against Roman's. His obvious arousal, poorly concealed within his baggy sweatpants, teased the bulge in Roman's own pajama bottoms. Another moan, this one slightly more frantic, and Seth's hands were weaving their way into Roman's pajama bottoms. They both needed this so, so badly.

And that was when it happened. Seth broke the kiss - one hand sneaking into the front of Roman's pajama bottoms, cupping his erection - and Roman started, thumbs pressing a little too hard into the still-sensitive flesh of Seth's abdomen. The two-toned man jumped, a huff of air escaping his lungs, quickly followed by a pained whine. Immediately upon hearing the sound, Roman withdrew. He placed a considerable amount of space between them, before re-tying the front of his pajama bottoms. Still huffing out pained breaths, Seth wiped his mouth on his arm, his shirt slowly rolling down over his aching abdomen.

"What the hell?" Seth exclaimed, eyes ablaze. He pushed off of the wall and started to approach Roman, only to find the larger Samoan taking considerable steps back, until it was Seth that had backed Roman into the corner. "Why'd you stop?"

Roman scowled, "Oh, I don't know, Seth. Maybe it was the fact that I hurt you? Like I said before, you're still in a fragile state - both physically and emotionally - and you weren't ready for this." For a moment, their eyes met, and the frantic electricity pulsing between them was almost palpable. "I won't be the one to hurt you."

"You say that like you think I want to be hurt." Seth said, the accusatory note in his tone not going unnoticed.

A tense moment passed, before Roman ceded, "I never meant for it to come across like that." But that didn't seem to matter. "Can we just go back to the room? Please?"

"No." Seth was biting down on his bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. "Like I said before, I don't want to be cooped-up in there. I need some fresh air." Reaching across Roman, he jammed his finger down on the emergency stop button. The elevator jumped to life. "And I'm going, whether you come with me or not."

"I told you I'd come with you." Roman reinforced, not about to let Seth wander the streets alone at three in the morning.

"I don't need a babysitter." Seth snarled. His tone was downright hurtful now, accusatory. Like Roman thought Seth really wanted to hurt, like Seth thought that Roman really didn't want him anymore, like Roman thought Seth was really broken... "Why don't you stay behind and take a nap? We all know you need your beauty sleep."

"Don't be a bitch, Seth." Just then, much to Roman's relief, the elevator doors opened. Seth, offering Roman a scathing glare, ran out. Roman sighed, "Seth!"

Roman chased after him, but it was pointless. Seth was shorter and leaner, and therefore, significantly faster. He was out the front doors of the hotel before Roman even made it into the main lobby, and forget about trying to find him in the eerie dark of the slowly encroaching morning. But still, Roman went outside, skidding to a halt outside of the hotel and looking around. Nothing. No identifying markers to hint at which way he could have gone, and no way to tell if he was still running. Even if he did follow one of the potential paths, what if it was the wrong one? Seth could be miles away by then. It would be better to sit and wait for him to come back on his own.

Just then, Roman's cell phone rang. Checking the Caller ID, he was quickly able to identify that the caller was Dean. He pressed accept, grumbling, "Hello?"

"Where the hell are you?" Dean sounded frantic, and Roman had no doubt that he was pacing around the hotel room, already dressed and ready to drive and find wherever the hell they were. "Is everything okay? Where is Seth? Is Seth okay?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call him 'okay'." A sigh, before he collapsed into one of the metal benches located outside the hotel. "I know he's tired, but he doesn't want to sleep. He got tired of TV, so he wanted to go for a walk. Only, there was this woman with three kids in the elevator, and Seth had a little breakdown."

"Tell me you know where he is. Tell me that he's out there with you, pacing or something."

"Well, if that's what you want to hear, then I'm afraid that I'll have to be the bearer of bad news."

"God, I try to sleep for two hours and everything goes to hell and a fucking hand basket!" His tyrannical tirade was disrupted by a rather out-of-place yawn. "Did he run?" Dean asked, receiving a positive answer from Roman. "Damn it! How far away did he get?"

Once again, Roman looked this way and that... Seth was nowhere to be found. "I have no idea. He was out the door before I was even in the lobby." Roman's eyes slowly fell closed, remembering their confrontation in the elevator. "He's not in a good place right now."

Dean was silent for several moments, but there was a lot of fussing on the other end of the line. Finally, he came back with "I'll be downstairs in a few minutes. We need to find him and bring him home... and it'll be faster if we both look. And then, tomorrow, I believe that it's time to have a little chat with Triple H."

"I'll be waiting out front." They agreed to meet there, and then ended the call.

Dean arrived a short while later, looking rather worse for wear. His usually messy dirty blond curls were strewn in every imaginable direction, there were dark, heavy bags under his light green eyes, and they appeared red and irritated. His pajamas looked a little haphazard - it took Roman a moment to remember that he had been sleeping mostly-naked, and had most likely gotten dressed spur-of-the-moment - and he was wearing slippers instead of shoes. But he was there, and that was what mattered. There were three possible directions Seth could've gone, so they chose two, hoping against hope that he hadn't taken the third route.

Roman started off, feeling the chill particularly strongly through the thin pajamas that he was wearing. He tried calling Seth, but the call went to voicemail... every time he called, the pattern was the same. It had been awhile since their confrontation in the elevator... maybe twenty minutes, perhaps more. Needless to say, Seth couldn't keep up the pace that he had been running for that long. That pace, combined with how exhausted he had been before - Roman wouldn't be surprised if he just crashed somewhere along the line, unable to push his body any harder. It would make him that much harder to locate in the dark.

"Seth!" He didn't know why he was calling out to him - why would he, if he was thinking that Seth had passed out on the side of the road somewhere? But he found himself compelled to do so anyhow, on the off-chance that Seth could somehow hear him. "Seth!.. Seth!.. Seth!.. Seth!.." Nothing.

It wasn't until a half-hour later, when, almost ready to turn back and wait for Seth to come home himself, he got a call from Dean. Not two miles away, Dean had managed to locate Seth. As Roman started to make his way to the location where Dean had found their lover (sitting under a tree in the local park, sobbing and trembling in the dark, all alone), Dean told him that Seth was safe and hadn't tried to hurt himself. The memory of that time, the last time, was still too fresh in their minds. Seth, blinded by grief, had been running, and, distracted, had fallen off of the curb and into the street. He'd broken his arm in the fall, and then the car had come...

When he finally made it to the site where Seth was, he found Dean kneeling beside Seth, gently pulling the two-toned man into his arms and holding him close. Roman walked over to them, looking down at Dean, asking, "Is he coming home?"

Dean pulled back a little, staring into Seth's watery, pain-ridden eyes, before nodding, "Yeah. He's coming home, where he belongs."