Hello there! So it's a been a couple of years since I've updated this fic but it hit me in the middle of the night and I just had to update. I needed to brush up on my slash writing. This fic in particular is influenced by my love for the super sexy current and past Superstars, my love of music and my very sick, perverted mind. This one will be featuring my new favorite, the ever so amazing Seth Rollins and the super hot Dean Ambrose. It is of course a song fic. I picked Maroon 5's "Animals" for this one because it should be their theme song and let me tell you, it is steaaaamyy! I'm not even sure this is okay. I'm flirting with the line between smut and pure unadulterated erotica, like porn on paper. But anyways, hope you guys enjoy! Please leave reviews -xoxo
Dean and Seth: Animals
(Seth's POV)
Damn. Damn him, damn my stupid hormones, damn his amazing sex game. Here I was, once again; Embarrassed, ashamed, covered in the remnants of our explosive making of love. His bite marks, which are currently covering almost every inch of my aching body feels like the bite of a rabid wolf. No matter what I do, I can't seem to shake him. Sad part is, I hate the fucking bastard. I just want to rip his head off but when we're wrapped in these sheets, I'm his. I want him to control me, own me, possess me. Make me his. I swear if the man wasn't a wrestler, he could be a pornstar. The way his massive length fits so perfectly inside of me, it's unreal. I'm left shaking everytime. I try and run and he whispers in my ear, "Don't run from me, you'll be right back anyway." Fuck. I have a real weak spot for a strong, possessive man. Now, I know you're all wondering how we ended up in this situation. Perhaps I'll just start from the beginning.
(Regular POV)
Seth was in his locker room, changing after another successful match against his one third of his former team. It's been a brutal, hellacious battle between the two since the split of the infamous powerhouse composed of himself, Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose. Now, it was no secret amongst the roster that the two were hooking up and word around the locker room was, as proven by several others who had tested the theory was that Ambrose was a beast in the sheets. Despite what people may say about him, Seth just wasn't going to settle down with the slimy snake and it ate Dean alive. That old saying was true, you lie down with dogs, you wake up with fleas. As Seth was packing his things, he couldn't shake the thought that any moment Dean would be pop up. He walked to his Camaro, carefully observing his surroundings. He started up and sped out of the deserted parking lot like an uncontrollable hellfire. The drive seemed unbelievably longer than usual. His self-made tension was rising. He finally made it to his hotel room, walking through the empty lobby, looking over his shoulder every millisecond. Little did he know but much did he expect that his predictable stalker would be showing up soon. It was an ever constant game with him. As he stepped off the elevator onto the sixth floor hallway, making his way to his presidential suite for the night, his stomach was in a ball of knots. As he stuck his keycard into the door, he felt a cold, callous hand touch his shoulder. He turned to see the devil himself, all sweaty, eyes bloodshot red with desire and rage. "Hey Sethy. How is my gorgeous little bitch? You haven't been answering any of my calls. Explain." Seth's timid demeanor quickly turned to pure, uncut anger. "Who the hell do you think you are, Dean? What makes your big, dumbfounded ass think for a single fucking second that I have to answer your calls? Last time I checked, I pay this bill every month, not you, so fuck off." Seth made an attempt to brush past him but didn't succeed. He pushed him back abruptly. "You have a lot of nerve talking to me like that, you whore. You walk around like you are just a princess on a goddamn pedestal. Like you're too good for me, acting all pure and self righteous but every night, it's me pulling your hair, my hands wrapped around your neck, me fucking you until you're crying and screaming my name." Seth was inches away from his snarling face. "So you think just because you put your dick inside of me that we're all of a sudden an item. Well I can't tell you on how many levels you got me fucked up. Go away. Now!" "Screw you! You know you can't live without no matter how hard you try!" "Prove it, motherfucker!" There was so much fiery rage built up between these two, they could've burnt the entire hotel down. A deep stare was exchanged between the two before Dean grabbed his neck and shoved his tongue down his throat. He had to give up, the walls were coming down and in a few minutes, so were his pants. Seth turned to unlock the door and suddenly the two burst through it and fell onto the bed like two dogs in a fight. "Oh, baby. Remind me why I love your ass in the first place. Make me forget how much I hate you." Seth whispered into his ear as he lie underneath his beastly lover. "You bet your pretty little ass I will." Dean got up and pushed the door closed and quickly returned to his prize on the bed. "Go ahead, I'm yours. Make me your bitch." Dean ripped his shirt into shreds and left it on the floor. He moved to unbutton his pants, pulling them down with one hand, along with his Calvin Klein boxers, stroking Seth's erect length. "Oh, yeah that's it." Seth's feminine moans flowed into Dean's ear, causing him to go harder than rocks. Dean's teeth sunk into the soft skin of his neck, then slowly moving the tip of his tongue over each of his nipples. His tongue then found its way down to his navel, then he felt it. That amazing oral cavern of his, wrapping around Seth's length. "Oh my gosh!" His hands grasped the sheets. Dean's head came up. "Alright, get on your knees." He pulled Seth by his hair onto the floor, gripping his hair while pulling down his pants. Seth took it into his hands, jerking it off. "Spit on it." Seth did as he was told and took it into his mouth. "Oh shit." His pre ejaculation melted onto Seth's tongue like a snowflake. Dean instructed him to stand up and get on his knees. Seth crawled across the bed onto his knees, preparing to take it. He felt Dean grab his hips, roughly pulling him close. Dean put saliva into the palm of his hand, rubbing his tip. "Oh destroy me, baby." Seth moaned. Dean spit into Seth's tight entrance, fingering it to loosen it up. He then rammed his length inside of him. "Oh God!" Seth's eyes closed shut, his back arched and he moaned like a wolf howling at the moon. Dean pulled his hair with one hand and smacked his ass with the other. "Oh fuck, you feel so good." He kept thrusting, pulling his hair, making him go weak. He had complete control over Seth. He raked his nails over his back, throwing his head back, feeling himself begin to reach ecstasy. "Yeah, come inside of me you fucking bastard." Seth knew all of the buttons to push, he knew Dean would blow a load if he talked mean and dirty to him. "Fuck! Fuck FUUUCK!" Dean was seconds away from busting. He let out a loud groan and filled Seth up to the rim. He pulled out and fell next to his despised occasional lover. "Are you happy now?" Seth said between loud breaths. "Well, you're still a bitch but you feel better than any pussy. So yeah, I guess I am." He stroked his hair like they were a married couple in the beautiful afterglow of love making. "You were pretty amazing. Listen, if you keep fucking me like that then hate my guts by all means." They both laughed. They weren't friends or even lovers but Seth would definitely keep this enemy as close to him as possible.
What'd ya'll think? It's a been a few years and I'm trying my hardest to get back on the track of writing slash and in general. Give me a review and slide up on my inbox occasionally, let me know how I'm doing!
xoxo
-ChelleGambino