With nervous anticipation Roman had dialled Dean's number and waited. He sighed. Voicemail. Again.
"Hey, Dean. I... uhm... did I do anything wrong? I haven't heard from you for a while now. I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry, IF I did something wrong and... that I miss you. Yeah... so... please call or text me back. Please. I'm... I'm worried."
He hung up and sighed again. He didn't know how many times in the past week he dialled this number. If he hadn't already known it by heart, he would now. It just didn't made sense, that he's not calling back at all. They hardly see each other during the week so all that was left was a quick call between a flight to the next taping or house show. It's wasn't easy travelling within two different brands and keeping up a stable relationship Roman knew that, but both agreed to try.
He silently cursed Mick Foley and Stephanie McMahon for choosing him to be on RAW instead of SmackDown. Everything could be so easy but in fact it wasn't.
Roman missed Dean's closeness. He missed his lean, slender body snuggled up to him when he woke up in the middle of the night. He missed the auburn stubble scratching his skin when Dean kissed his neck.
He missed the positive energy that was around him as he walked, his stubbornness and craziness in the ring, damn Roman even missed the fact that he was pissed every time Dean spread his clothes all over Roman's place and didn't even bother to clean up before he came home.
He just missed: Dean. A lot.
When he came to the arena for the next house show, his gut told him that something was foul. But he just couldn't put a finger on it. He had a feeling that something would go wrong in this show. He was late for discussing the choreo, but when he arrived and talked with Mick and Seth, who's gonna win, who's showing what and when, he knew this couldn't be it. He would spear Seth to the ground and win. No high risk jump from the top rope or anything like that would make his gut wrench like that.
He waited until Seth and Mick had their conversation finished.
"Hey, Seth, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Seth was about to go as he heard Roman speak. As he was standing behind him and couldn't see it, he grinned mischievously for a second before turning around and keeping up a straight face.
"Sure."
"I... uhm... have you heard anything from Dean?"
"No, why should I?"
Seth crossed his arms in front of him.
"I'm worried, he didn't answer my calls, he never text me back, and..."
"Well... maybe he's just... busy..."
Seth's corner of his mouth twitched; it was hard keeping a straight face as the memory of yesterday came into his mind. The memory of Dean's body, so close to him, sweating, screaming as he came hard because of him. Dean would never admit that he liked what Seth did to him. But he saw and oh- he felt it.
"Seth, this isn't funny."
He was looking right into Roman's worried gaze. He wondered what he'd look like when he found Dean. He had to make sure not to miss this.
"Oh I think it is, actually. You're missing your little pet, and I should know what he's up to? You're a funny guy..."
Without waiting for an answer he walked away.
"He's not my little pet. At least I was hoping you heard from him. Well, sorry to bother you!"
Roman screamed after him. He was angry. He knew from the start that it was a mistake to ask Seth straight away if he new where Dean was. It hurt him to hear how he's talking about their relationship. It hurt how he treated them. They were so close... friends... brothers... but that was a long time ago.
"I'm gonna beat his ass..." he mumbled under his breath and dialled Dean's number again.
Dean couldn't recall how long it took for him to finally loose consciousness.
The numbness slowly fading away he started to actually feel something again. He groaned as he felt nothing but agony. He felt that everything hurt.
Everything.
The hammering headache got him first out of consciousness followed by a stinging sensation in his ass. Slowly he remembered where that came from. Dean felt a single tear escaping from his badly swollen left eye. He's got pretty beaten up by Seth after he fucked him senseless for hours.
Seth wanted to hear how good it felt filled up by him, thrusting in and out moaning in his neck, but Dean just wouldn't say anything which made him angry in a very bad way. When Seth finished raping him he vented all of his anger. A hard fist split Dean's lip open, letting him taste his own blood while screaming and crying silently for help. Seth didn't stop throwing a few more punches at him until his head fell forward.
This night, he had made Dean cum twice, not bothering to clean up the mess afterwards.
Now, as he gained consciousness again, he felt his sticky jeans tangling around his ankles, dried cum in his underwear mixed with urine, as he still was tied up on the ceiling with his, by this time numb hands, and not allowed to use the toilet for... he didn't know if it was hours or days. He was wondering how long it might take for a shirt to dry down there as it was still cold and wet and made him shiver.
The pain made him twitch every time he breathed in. He heard his chopped breathing and wondered how long he could survive this. Though he knew Seth, he couldn't understand why he did this to him. His mouth was dry as he tried to swallow. When he was with Seth down here, and little light were shining through that door, he was able to see that there were a few water bottles placed in a corner of his cell. But it didn't matter. He couldn't move let alone grab a bottle, no matter how near it stood.
He chuckled and suppressed a groan as the pain ripped through him.
Dean heard nothing but the blood rush in his ears and felt his heart beating a fast steady rhythm. This and his agony reminded him that he still wasn't dead, but he wondered if this would be the place where it ends.
