A/N: so i'm very, very sorry this is so late and so short. i had a bit of a mental block with this and i started college today so i was really nervous and yeah, life gets in the way sometimes. but here we are! we're one step closer to finding out the deal with seth/antonio, more seth/dean moments too! but for now i leave you with this. and if you'd like, i started a writing challenge on my tumblr psychrollins so please go check that out! i'd really love some of you to enter! but if you don't, you can still send me messages and prompts and what not!

Seth feels like he's in some sort of fourth dimension. Because about three months ago, Punk was sprawled across his sofa, screaming bloody murder about how he was definitely not into guys, and that guy who sucked him off in the bathroom of a bar was a complete mistake (he couldn't even blame it on the alcohol, because he doesn't drink.) And now, Punk's sprawled out on his sofa with this sort of happy, floaty look on his face as he explains that Roman's really fucking big.

And Seth doesn't want to know all that sort of information about their rapidly increasing sex life, but he's going to let Punk off just this once, because he's finally being open about something extremely personal.

"That reminds me, we're all going out tonight to the bar across from the gym." Punk says, playing with the hem of his shirt. Seth fixes him with a glare, wanting to know why he's only just been told about this.

"And you're telling me this now?" Punk grins sheepishly before shrugging his shoulders.

"I sorta' maybe forgot."

Seth rolls his eyes, pushing himself from the armchair. "Yeah, too busy thinking about Roman's dick!" He shouts, heading into his bedroom. He can almost hear Punk's cheeks flush pink.

"But Seth!" He whines, "It's really fucking big!"

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"You guys are really insufferable, will you cut it out?" Dean rolls his eyes at Punk and Roman, who are flirting so shamelessly it's definitely sickening.

"Shut up and drink your beer, Deano." Roman scowls at him before turning back to Punk, delving back into their conversation. Dean flips him off, though Roman doesn't notice, before turning to Seth.

"Hey I was meaning to ask you something, did you ever think about fighting professionally?"

"I thought about it when I was like, eighteen, but I didn't have the money to pursue it, so I never did. Did you?" Seth takes a sip of his beer, and takes in Dean's face. He's known Dean and Roman for about a month know, and his lifes sort of consisted of only four things. Going to work, fighting, going to the gym, and going to bars with Dean. And he's pretty sure that you shouldn't fancy your best friend's boyfriend's best friend. But he really does, and that urge he had to kiss Dean the first time they went met gets stronger.

"I was gonna', you know following in William's footsteps and all, but just as I was gonna' go up to the big leagues, shit happened and my dream ended." Dean says, shrugging his shoulders, though Seth can see there's a saddness in his eyes that runs deeper than just a shrug of the shoulders. Seth wants to know what it is, but doesn't push it, if Dean wanted to tell him, he would have.

"I'll give it up one day, the fighting. But I don't know when. It's my only vice at the moment, I've not really got anything else in my life to look forward to." Seth picks at the label on his beer and feels Dean's eyes on him.

"C'mon Seth, your life can't be that boring?"

Seth huffs out a laugh and then shrugs, "If you don't think that getting up and going to work, going to the gym, having a fight and then going to bed just to repeat the whole process is boring then there's something wrong with you." Dean frowns at him before sighing.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I could say the same thing though. If I didn't love working at the gym, I'd probably be bored stiff too." Seth's about to say something, but the sudden change in Dean's face makes him close his mouth. The softness has gone, replaced with anger set hard in his eyes.

"Well isn't this nice?" Seth hears from behind him. He's only heard the voice a couple of times, but he recognises it instantly.

"Randy, what the hell do you want?" Dean growls, and Seth can hear the anger rumble through every word.

"Don't get your panties in a twist Ambrose, I'm only came over to say hello to the pretty one sat in front of you." Dean's face gets harder, and he goes to say something - probably something threatening - but Seth beats him to it.

"What do you want, Randy? Cos' whatever it is, I'm not fucking interested." Anger flashes across Randy's face, and Seth's pretty sure he's not used to being told no.

"Shame, that. Cos' I could show you a real good time, princess. I'd know exactly what you like." Randy purrs, Seth's gut twists in disgust.

"You know nothing about me."

"Oh is that so?" Randy raises an eyebrow, a smirk spreading across his face. "Cos' Antonio's been pretty good at passing his notes to those who missed the class." It normally takes a lot to make Seth snap, normally takes a lot more than a few half assed threats for him to swap from Seth to the other guy inside him. Before Randy can even blink, Seth's twisting his arm behind his back and slamming his head down onto the table. The noise and Randy's groan of pain draws the whole room to look at them, but all Seth can feel is the heavy heat of anger thrum through his body.

"How do you fucking know him?" Seth hisses, close to Randy's ear. Randy shouldn't be smirking, because he's the one pressed against the table, but he is.

"I did my research princess. Turns out, you've got one hell of a kinky side." Randy starts to laugh, though it turns into a splutter when Seth smashes his head off the table.

"Hey! If you're gonna' fight, take it outside, don't do it in my bar!" A barman shouts, and Seth grabs hold of the collar of Randy's shirt, dragging him through the crowd. He's aware of the others, and some randomers following him, but he's totally focused on the cussing man he's got hold of.

The cold air hits him as soon as he steps out the door, adding a fizzle to his anger. Seth shoves Randy up against the wall, and though Randy's just taller than him, he stares him down. "Don't worry princess, your secrets are safe with me, you know for a price," Seth brings his fist across Randy's face, feeling satisfied with the cracking sound the impact makes.

"What the hell do you want?"

Randy laughs, pushing his hips against Seth's so Seth can feel his hard length inside his jeans. "You know what I want, princess." Seth growls, thrusting his knee into Randy's grion before slamming his head against the wall. He lets him go, letting Randy's body fall to floor, curled in on himself in pain.

"Tell the fucking world for all I care, just stay the hell away from me." Seth snarls, kicking Randy in the stomach for a final time. Through a mouth of blood, Randy manages to smirk. His eyes flick away from Seth, over to Roman whose standing with his mouth open at the whole ordeal.

"Gotta hand it to you Roman, your little rat boy's friend is certainly fiesty. But I've always liked them with a bit of fight in them. Don't think this is over Reigns," Randy spits blood onto the floor beside him, "Cos' you're gonna come running back like you did before."

Seth goes to kick him again, because he really hates it when Randy runs his mouth, but then there's arms going around his waist, pulling him away.

"C'mon Seth, that's enough now. He's got the message. Get up, asshole, go lick your fucking wounds and don't bother us again." Dean says, his breath close to Seth's ear. It's weird, how the rage and anger inside of Seth suddenly seems to melt away as Dean's arms stay wrapped around his body. It's like the animal, the fire breathing monster, crawls back inside his cage and curls up, ready for sleep.

Randy pulls himself from the ground and brushes himself down.

"I've said it once, and I'll say it again. This," Randy motions between himself and Roman, "Isn't over. Believe that." He turns quickly on his heels, strutting away into the darkness. There's a heavy silence, the few people that followed them out disperse, some going back inside the bar while others cross the parking lot and head for home.

Seth's still very aware of Dean's warm body pressed against his back, strong arms wrapped around his waist. There's only a quiet anger there now, buzzing through his body like a small electric current. He can see it all in his head, Antonio and Randy, talking about him. Antonio telling him everything, their whole relationsip - if Seth can even call it that - spread out for Randy to pick at.

"You OK Seth?" Punk finally asks, voice quiet in the night air. Seth lets out a long, shakey breath before nodding.

"Yeah, think so." Seth says, and he feels Dean's arms squeeze him just a little bit tighter.

"You know I don't think I've ever seen anyone other than Regal have so much control over him." Roman comments, still wide eyed. Dean releases him then, turning him around the check on Seth's face, though Randy never threw a punch.

"Do you really think he knows, Seth?" Punk's voice is quiet, addressing the elephant in the room, Seth sighs.

"Yeah, yeah he knows."

"How can you be sure, Seth? Randy's a good liar." Roman says, his tone hopeful, but Seth just gives him a sad look.

"Because Antonio used to call me princess."