(A/N: I SAID I'D DO IT SO HERE IT IS
So enjoy
Kittyface.)

Dean and Roman stared at him with their mouth agape. Seth's eyes grew and his hand flew up to his mouth. Dean grabbed his shoulders tightly. "Seth-"

"Hey! Get your asses up! We've got work to do, you assclowns!" Chris snapped as he banged on their door. Seth quickly pulled his boxers and shorts on and quietly tied the drawstring, waiting by the door for Dean and Roman. Dean growled darkly, silently wishing he could maul Chris for his terrible timing. Roman sighed and lead the way out.

Seth made sure to stay behind them, his head down. He was mentally scolding himself. Had he really just let that slip out? Did he actually love them both? His ears twitched when he smelled the familiar and welcoming scent of perfume and vanilla enter his nose. He looked up, seeing Natalya standing there with Evan, teaching him how to use a bow staff. There was a dead serious look on the small cat's face and Seth wondered idly what finally made him get serious.

Dean watched him out of the corner of his eye, opening his mouth to call to him. He stopped when Bret approached them, his eyes locked onto Seth's. The two toned cat stood still, eyes narrowing only slightly. The corner of Bret's lips curved slightly and he stood before him.

"I've been informed you were drugged yesterday, boy" he starts, scanning Seth carefully. Dean's eyes flicker over to Roman's and both men let out a small grunt of disapproval. Seth bristled and Bret flat out ignored them both. "Taker and his daughter seemed to have taken a liking to you, boy" he continued. Seth crossed his arms, eyes cold. "With all due respect, sir," Seth put an emphasis on the word, a slight bite to his voice that neither of his Dominants had heard before. "I'm well aware of their sick obsession with me but at this point, something bigger is at stake. Look around you, Bret" Seth dropped the formality and stepped closer, unafraid.

"I count four men and a woman missing, each of their Dominants in this room right now. There's another, whom I've bonded with while in that hell and God knows how many others are in that man's grasp. I've been told there's a war coming. Our first priority is to kill that son of a bitch and every single one of his followers and get back those people before they're too far gone or get killed. I don't give a damn about myself" he snapped. All eyes flew over to the irate cat and Bret stared at him with an emotionless stare before a small smile appeared on his face.

"Boy, for a Sub, you've got a fire in you. I like that. Come, all of you" he said, walking towards the weapons case. The trio followed him and blinked in surprise when he opened it. "In here, I want you to take whatever you want. I'd encourage you to grab something you know how to use. We're running out of time" He said, stepping aside. Roman quietly reviewed the weapons while Dean grabbed a pair of brass knuckles, a dark smile coming to his face. Roman chuckled and grabbed a belt with several knives strapped to it. Quickly, the Samoan hid the knives all on his person, grinning devilishly at the small look of surprise that came from Seth.

Speaking of, Seth's fingers ghosted over twin pistols, nodding slowly at Bret and turning. "I'm gonna have to ask a favor" he said seriously. The three other men arched a brow and he continued. "The bullets, I want special ones. Do you know anyone that can help?" He questioned. Dean looked at Roman and the man grunted in disapproval. "Don't give me that look, Dean. You know Dwayne isn't going to help worth a damn and Jimmy and Jay haven't been in contact with me since...the incident" he muttered. Seth's ears twitched in confusion and Bret rolled his eyes.

These kids were terrible at keeping their skeletons in the closet.

"What incident?" Seth questioned. Dean looked away and Roman fixed him with a hard glare. "Stay in your place, kitten." He growled. Seth's ears flattened and he lowered his eyes, a frown on his face. "Sorry sir..." Seth muttered. Roman ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Fine. Lets go see them." He muttered. Seth blinked at him in surprise before smiling, putting the guns in their holsters before following Dean and Roman out.

Bret closed the weapons case quietly, lost in thought.

||~At the Usos'~||

Roman knocks on the door quite loudly, lips down in a frown. After a moment, the door opened and a shorter man stood there, looking tired and annoyed. He blinks in surprise and smiles at Roman.

"Cuz" he greets, a playful grin on his face. Roman smiles a little and the man lets them inside. "Jay, get your lazy ass up. Roman came back" he huffs. His twin brother-who was shirtless playing Madden-jumped up, nearly tackling Roman, had the larger man not anticipated it, barely even moving as they hugged. Seth blinked curiously and Dean crossed his arms, unimpressed.

"Dammit Jay, let me go" Roman grunted. Jay snickered and looked over at Dean before staring at Seth. He arched a brow when he noticed the collar. "Who's this?" He questioned. Roman gave Seth's head a pet. "His name is Seth. He's ours" he said, growling slightly. Jimmy chokes on his beer and Jay makes a small noise that Seth couldn't identify.

"I see...you sure you're okay since the-"
"Jimmy. Shut the fuck up. We came here for a reason." Dean growls. Jimmy frowns and Jay makes that indescribable noise again. "What do you want then?" He questions. Seth steps forward and holds out his guns.

"I need you to do me a favor."

||~Later~||

Seth sat outside on the roof of the Hart Dynasty, staring up at the clouds with a troubled look. He heard an amused whistle and looked behind him, seeing Shawn approach him. He scooted over to let the older man sit down. Shawn smiled gratefully at him before laying down, hands behind his head. Seth looked back to the sky and let of a sigh.

"You seem troubled. I'd think you'd be happy, what with that shiny collar and all" he teased. Seth found himself idly running his fingers over the collar and he blushed, thinking back to when Evan did it. 'Guess he was right' he mused.

"Dean and Roman are hiding something from me. I tried asking but Roman got all defensive and Dean looked troubled...I'm not used to this...and I kind of...dropped the 'L' bomb this morning..." He trailed off. Shawn whistled and tilted his hat back to look at Seth through his sunglasses. "You seem spooked. Do you actually love them?" He questioned. Seth ran his fingers through his hair, wincing when they caught on a few knots. "I don't know...I never got the chance to love. I was an outcast all through school, and Taker kidnapped me before I ever got in a relationship. I...I don't know what love is supposed to feel like" he admitted quietly. Shawn sat up and removed his sunglasses, carefully folding them before he looked up into Seth's eyes.

"Love is that warm feeling you get in your stomach. Love is the tears that you want to fall down your face. Love is very powerful. It's sacrifice. If you're willing to throw your whole life away, just to know someone else is safe, that's love. Love is wanting to live and die for someone, to want to be in their life so bad it hurts. Love is a crazy, psychotic, sickening, delightful, exhilarating feeling. It's confusing and wonderful Seth and only you know when you're in love" he said quietly, looking up towards a small flock of birds that flew overhead.

Seth clutched his hand over his heart and looked up as well. "Shawn...do you know what Dean and Roman are hiding from me?" He questioned, subtly changing the subject. Shawn sighed and nodded. "I can't tell you kiddo. It's not my place and Hunter would have my ass if I went meddling too much in the affairs of another Dom's Sub. It's considered an insult of sorts and I'd be stepping out of my place as a Sub." He frowned when he saw Seth sigh in defeat. Shawn placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him into a side hug.

"All I can say is that whenever you do find out, try not to over react. You don't want to make them feel even worse" He told him quietly before walking back inside. Seth watched him go with furrowed brows before biting his thumb nail.

What were Dean and Roman hiding?

||~Undisclosed Location~||

Heath trembled violently when Jinder dropped him. He coughed up blood and weakly sat up, not even trying to cover up. He couldn't anyway. Mahal leaned down to him, lifting his chin to stare into his hollow eyes. He smirked when he felt Heath tremble in fear. "Say you love me, Heath. Say you love me and I'll make you my own prince. You and Drew." He cooed. Heath growled and spit on him, eyes ablaze. "I only love Wade and Justin. I'll never love you!" He barked. Jinder snarled, harshly backhanding Heath, making his head knock against a wall. He cried out and Jinder grabbed his hair in a tight fist.

"You ungrateful whore! Do you honestly think you'll ever see them again? No, we'll kill them all. I'll even bring you both of their heads so you can look at them when I'm fucking you're pretty little ass. Do you honestly think Wade wants you back after I've had you? After we've all had you? Hell, even Aksana has had a go at you. You're nothing now but a worthless piece of trash." He growled. Heath looked away and a growl was heard from across the room.

"Oi, leave him alone and come pick on someone your own size, if you got the balls, you disgusting fuck" a thick Scottish accent sounded through the room. Jinder wiped his cheek and strode over to Drew, punching him in the face. Heath winced at the cracking sound and Drew's pain-filled scream that followed. Jinder chuckled and bit down on Drew's neck, drawing blood. The Scottish cat hissed in pain and anger and thrashed but went still when Jinder punched him hard in the stomach. Drew cried out and crumpled down as much as he could chained to the wall. Jinder stepped back and admired his work. "Drew, you should know just as well as Heath about my balls. C'mon baby, I've bust them all over you" he grinned wolfishly when Drew threw up violently. He stepped on the back of his head and forced his face into his own bile.

"As much as I love walking in on you push the whores' face in vomit, Boss is calling for us" Show grunted from the doorway. Jinder groaned and walked out, tossing the key at Heath. "Let him out and clean the fuck up. Don't piss me off" he warned before exiting the door. Heath heard it lock from the outside as he unlocked his cuffs, breathing in slight relief before he wobbled over towards Drew. He was limping from both the intense pain (and bleeding) from his behind and an injured leg.

He uncuffed his friend and carefully picked him up, frowning at the stench. He helped Drew over to the sink and washed him off, frowning at the lost look in his eyes. "Drew-"

"O'Shea has probably moved on. Look at me. I feel like I've betrayed him" he whispered. Heath's temper flared. "And I don't?!" He barked. Drew flinched and Heath scratched his arm. "I'm sorry..." He murmured. Drew nodded and held his dirty hair before his face, cringing at the caked blood in it that clumped and knotted it together. "We can't take much more of this...Jeff's completely hooked on whatever Taker's been giving him, Shannon's not too far off, I don't know where Summer took Fandango, AJ's lost her mind...I feel like I'm dying, Heath. I don't want to let these people kill me. I feel like I owe it to O'Shea not to die by these people." He stated adamantly. Heath's arms flew around him in a desperate hug. "Stop talking about suicide! You...you can't leave me alone too!" He wined. Drew sighed and looked away.

"Lets start cleaning."

||~UDL~||

Taker stared at Summer with narrowed eyes. "I thought you said you could do it" he snapped. She flinched. "He resisted the blood." She replied lamely. Taker stood and grabbed her by the neck, squeezing tight. She struggled, eyes wide.

"Do not waste my time, girl." He growled. She nodded weakly, vision fading. Taker tossed her aside and surveyed his underlings. "Jinder, go after them. Tonight, we begin" He ordered. Jinder didn't look happy at all but he nodded.

"I'll leave immediately"

||~Hart Dynasty~||

Seth and Justin were sparring in hand-to-hand combat when Justin frowned, sniffing the air. His mouth curled into a snarl and he looked around frantically. Seth blinked. "What?" He questioned.

"That smell. I smell him. The man who took Heath and Drew." Justin growled in reply. Seth hissed, looking around. Suddenly, the house shook and the lights went out. Seth and Justin stood back to back, adjusting to the darkness. Of course Seth did this slightly better but Justin adjusted faster, shoving Seth to the floor as something sliced through the air. "Shit. We need to get out of here." Seth hissed, claws extending. Justin grunted and dodged another attack. The two made a break for the door and a dark chuckle followed them.

"I told you I'd be back for you, didn't I?"

Justin stopped, eyes glowing in rage as he lunged at the sound of the voice. Seth frowned. He heard the voice come from the other side of the room...

Thinking fast, Seth reached out and yanked Justin back by the back of his neck. Lighting flashed outside and the two saw the gaping fissure in the ground where Justin was running. The wolf growled and nodded at Seth in a thank you as the two ran out of the Dungeon.

Jinder clicked his tongue and clutched his chakrams, now interested in this game of cat and mouse.

"You can run but I'll catch you. Don't you want to see Heath? And I know you want to see Fandango, cat. Don't you want to see how beautifully damaged everyone has become?" He questioned slyly. Justin and Seth skidded to a halt, a shadow casting over their eyes from their own curtain of hair.

"What have you monsters done to Heath?" Justin growled. Jinder smirked, stepping into a small pocket of light in the dark hallway. "Personally, I've wrecked him and Drew. It's beautiful. You should hear how they sound when they beg for mercy. Actually, if you two be good and come here, I'll take you back and show you how it sounds. Then you both can add your screams to it" he chuckled. The fur on Seth's tail bristled and he hissed loudly while Justin growled. "You're going to die tonight" he spat. Jinder tilted his head. "Says who?" He shot back.

"Says the two Doms who want you dead, fella." A thick Irish accent came from immediately behind Jinder and his eyes grew, turning just in time to meet a large boot to the face. He stumbled back and a dark roar echoed through the hall and he was tackled to the ground by an angry Brit. Justin cracked his knuckles. "Seth, get out of here. Find Roman and Dean or even Bret" he instructed. Seth nodded and ran the other way, leaving the three to handle their own personal vendettas.

Seth ran to what he believed was Bret's room and saw a hulking man trashing the room. "Paul! He's not here!" He spat. A smaller, older, balding man was shaking his head. "Well we need to move on, Brock. Taker sent us to-" the man suddenly turned, eyes fixed on Seth, who was in the doorway. He sniffed the air a bit before smirking. "You smell like Roman and Dean. I see they've gotten another toy for me to break" he taunted. Seth trembled, taking a step away. "Who the hell are you? What are you talking about?" He questioned shakily. Did this man know what his Doms were hiding?

"Tsk tsk. You would've thought that they would've given up, after what we did to Brad and all." The smaller man, Paul, said while shaking his head. Seth frowned, feeling another dizzy spell. 'No,' Seth thinks, backing away. 'This is the worst possible time for this' he muses in a panic as he turns and runs away. Brock runs after him, laughing evilly. "Run kitten!" He sneers. Seth can't even run at his full speed because of his unavoidable dizzy spell.

Then it hits full force.

||~D~||

Sparkling blue eyes...
A mischievous smile...
Warmth...
Dean, Roman...
But that's not Seth sharing it with them.
A small whisper.
A name.
'Brad'

||~D~||

Seth trips and violently tumbles down a flight of stairs, screaming in pain when his hip hits a step hard. He looks up to see Brock smirking down at him, flexing his pectorals as he slowly starts descending. Seth whimpers and struggles to get up, heart pounding.

"Do you wanna know what I did to him? I destroyed Brad Maddox. You look confused, kitty cat" Brock tilted his head. "They haven't even told you, have they? They haven't told you that you're just a replacement for Brad? He was a cat too, y'know. He had a collar like you do, but it was blue. Had Dean and Roman's names engraved on it. He clutched that collar till his last breath." Brock chuckled darkly and Seth felt tears gather at his eyes when another dizzy spell hit.

||~D~||

Seth looked on, invisible.

A small brunette lay draped over Roman's shoulders, sound asleep as the man carried him. Dean was walking ahead, a cigarette in his mouth. He had a genuine smile on his face, as did Roman. The two looked vibrant.

The scene changed and Seth watched on as the brunette ran, rain and blood running down his face. Brock was running after him, smirking maliciously. He reached the man and knocked him into a wall, wrapping both of his hands around his throat and choking him. He clawed at his hands and cried out for Dean and Roman. Brock smirked but was speared away from the small cat by an enraged Roman. The Samoan man stood, eyes ablaze while Dean checked on the cat. He weakly coughed and Dean let him rest against a brick wall, standing and coming to Roman's side.

Seth could see both men's ears and tails now.

Roman snarled and he and Dean lunged at Brock. The larger man clotheslined Dean and grabbed both of Roman's hands, tossing him aside into a parked car. He sauntered over and viciously attacked Roman before he could recover, bashing his head into the car's hood. Dean stood and ran over, throwing punches to Brock's spine. Brock let Roman go and turned, sneering. Dean backed up, panicked when Brock ripped a parking meter from the ground, swinging it full force at Dean's head.

The cat tackled him out of the way just in time and Dean sat on the ground in shock while Roman was just beginning to come to, struggling to sit up despite his head injury. He was bleeding all over and the world was spinning. Brock scoffed and grabbed the cat from behind, by his collar. He smirked viciously at Dean and Roman while the small man struggled, tears running down his face. He reached for both of them, screaming their names for help. Dean stood and tried to get his legs to work fast enough as did Roman, who rolled off of the car but collapsed. Dean got about two feet out of arms reach before Brock dug his nails into Brad's neck, a crazed look coming to his face as he viciously and swiftly slashed them to the right. Dean's face instantly got covered in the red spray and the collar pathetically fell to the ground.

Brock pushed the cat at Dean and walked away, knowing neither man would come for him with their toy bleeding to death. He disappeared into the night while Dean held the cat close, screaming in panic. Roman weakly crawled over, horror etched over his face. They both held him, their blood and tears mixing. The man smiled weakly. "I'm so sorry...I just wanted to protect you both...I love you, y'know?" He grinned weakly before coughing up blood that landed on Dean and Roman's cheek. Both men watched as the light left his eyes and he went limp in their arms.

Seth looked away from the scene, slowly walking over to the bloodied collar on the ground. He picked it up and examined the engravement on it.

'Brad Maddox'

||~D~||

Seth blinked and realized he was crying. He looked up, seeing Brock had finally reached him, grinning down at him. "So now you know, kitten. I'm going to end you like I did Brad." He grinned. Seth looked away, face emotionless besides the tears running down his cheeks.

"Thank you"

Brock looked confused. "What?" He questioned. Seth looked at him of of the corner of his eyes. "Thank you for telling me." He said before his lips quirked. "But I'm afraid I'm not going to sit around and let you kill me. I've got things to do" he stated calmly. Brock went to speak but it turned into a scream of pain and surprise when Seth quickly drew one if his pistols, shooting him in the knee.

Once the bullet entered, a severe burning sensation came over him and he screamed. He still had enough strength to tackle Seth and knock the gun away. He used his size to pin Seth, wrapping his hands around his neck much like he did with Brad. "Get off him!" A voice called and Brock's back was suddenly on fire. He rolled off of Seth, seeing an enraged Punk leering down at him. Seth went to retrieve his gun as Punk maliciously fired blast after blast of fireballs at Brock.

"Where's Paul?!" He barked. Brock growled and stood despite the burns but crumpled again when Seth shot him in the back. The exploding feeling from before doubled and Brock's body pulsed with pain. "What the fuck is in that you little slut?!" He snarled. Seth stared emotionlessly at him. "You won't live long enough to find out." He stated, side-stepping as Roman came stampeding down the hall. He lunged at Brock, throwing knives at various main arteries on the man before turning and giving Dean a boost. Dean flew at Brock, knocking him down before he straddled his stomach, a cold and near insane look in his eyes. "I'll see you in hell." He hissed before punching him as hard as he could in the throat, crushing his windpipe. Brock went still and Punk turned, spotting Paul staring down at him with fear.

"Paul...you backstabbing son of a bitch!" He snarled and ran upstairs, leaving the three cats alone. Dean stared at his hand, feeling Brock's powers from Hell transfer over to him. He scoffed and stood, staring emotionlessly down at Brock's corpse with Roman before they both snapped out of it, remembering Seth.

They turned, seeing the two toned cat sitting in the window, staring at them both with cold, emotionless eyes. The moon was a crescent behind him, low in the dark blue sky and he slowly clicked the safety back on his guns before putting them back in their holsters.

He ran a hand through his hair, laughing emotionlessly. It echoed in the hall. "So is it true?" He questioned, putting his head against the window. "Is what true, baby?" Dean questions carefully. Seth's eyes narrow and he tilts his head. "Am I some kind of replacement for Brad? Is that all I am to you? Just some other cat you drew in to replace him?" He questioned, fingers pressing against his collar.

Dean's jaw went slack and Roman tensed.

"I see." Seth nodded once and jumped down, landing before them both. "You can have this back then. If all you see is Brad when you look at me, I have no desire to be "yours". Sorry I can't be him." Seth muttered, going to remove his collar. Roman grabbed his wrist tightly and pulled him into his arms. "It's not like that, Seth. I swear. Yes Dean and I love Brad still, we always will, but we've never compared you two. We collared you because we want you. Seth Rollins, you are who we want. I'm sorry we didn't have the heart to tell you but please don't do this. We never meant to hurt you. I...we love you, Seth." Roman said quietly. Seth's heart jumped and Dean buried his face into his neck, pressing his lips to Seth's collar. "We're sorry Seth." He whispered.

Seth trembled and clung to them both.

||~Later~||

Everyone gathered in the Dungeon, staring down at the mutilated form of Jinder, the burnt form of Paul, and the bloodied form of Brock.

"I've called Kharma to come here and dispose of them. Are you all alright?" Hunter questions, looking over everyone. Natalya was popping Sheamus' shoulder back into place while Roman healed Seth's hip and Michelle washed blood off of Justin's temple. Wade wrapped his own split knuckles.

"Luckily we haven't had any casualties today. Tomorrow, we're moving to a different location. Bring as much as you can" Bret instructed firmly.

Everyone nodded.

||~UDL~||

Heath looked up when the door finally opened. He saw Aksana stride in, staring down at them. "You two are lucky" she purred. Drew frowned and she sat across from them, crossing her legs.

"Jinder Mahal has been terminated." She cooed. Heath's face lit up and Drew relaxed only slightly. She arched a brow and laughed. "I'll "forget" to take you back to the cells. Have a good night's rest" she cooed, sliding a bag of food over to them. Heath's mouth watered and Drew looked at her. "Why do you work for Taker? You're nothing like him." He said. She stood and turned to leave.

"You wouldn't understand"

(A/N: c: well, here you guys go! I don't have much to say right now. Please leave a review and let me know your thoughts, yes? Until next time, I love you~)

-Scarlet