Chapter Eleven

I couldn't help the shock that ran through my body, never had I ever thought I would ever see anybody in such a state, especially not the power house, Roman Reigns. He had been cuffed to the bed, his hair a mess, his clothes ripped, there was some blood on the pillow, and his breathing was so shallow I thought for a moment he had stopped breathing. Once the shock wore off, I ran to the bedside, my first instinct was to hug him, and kiss him and make sure he was ok, but I didn't want to hurt him, so I focused on the cuffs. I started looking around for a key, but couldn't find one, and I knew there and then that whoever the masked guy was in the parking lot that took Seth was most likely the same person that did this to Roman, if not, then there had to be more than one person working together. I was so angry, and hurt. I was scared for Seth, and for Roman, and I just wanted both of them next to me. I was so lost in thought, and trying to find some way of getting Roman's wrists freed from the cuffs that I didn't even realize I was crying, or that Roman was waking up, until I heard a muffled sound come from his mouth. I wiped my tears away, and moved his hair out of his face, only to see a bruise under his left eye. "Rome." I whispered his name. "Dean?" He asked back. "What happened Rome?" I asked, cupping his face. "I… I don't know, I can't remember anything." I bit my lip, and instantly regretted it, feeling the taste of dried blood, and feeling how swollen and bruised it most likely was. I had been so focused on getting to Roman so we could find Seth, that I didn't take the time to check my injuries, and at this point I wasn't even sure of what those were, but I knew it wasn't good by the look on Roman's face. "I need to go find something to cut these off with." Dean said, tugging slightly on the cuffs. Roman sighed, and laid his head back on the pillow with a roll of his eyes. "Ok, just hurry up." Dean nodded, leaned down and gave Roman a quick peck on the lips, but right before he left the room, Roman stopped him. "Hey, where is Seth?" Roman asked, concern flooding his face.

Seth laid in that damn bed for what felt like hours, but in reality it was probably not even a few minutes. Time seemed to just stop, and it was honestly taunting him. Seth's mind was pulling him in two different directions, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it. On one hand Seth was sure that Dean or Roman would come and rescue him, maybe even report him missing to the police. Perhaps maybe they did, and Seth just had to sit there and wait, be patient, and wait, and his lovers would come for him.

Time ticked on, and Seth still laid there in bed, soft snores coming from Randy's side, and Seth knew he was sound asleep. Seth was exhausted, no doubt, Randy had wreaked havoc on his body, but weather it was adrenaline or fear, maybe both, Seth couldn't close his eyes, at least not until he couldn't stand it anymore.

Seth wasn't sure when he had fallen asleep, or how long he had been asleep for, all he knew was that the bed was empty, and the sun was shining through the large bay window. Seth's body screamed at him to get up and run as soon as he realized there were no restraints on him anymore, but there was another half of his body that was screaming at him to not move, that part of his body was sore, and feeling every ounce of pain that Randy inflicted on him the night before, so Seth sighed, and continued to lay there, looking out of that large window. Maybe the house was secretly surrounded by cops, maybe Dean and Roman were going to charge in and rescue him, and Seth waited for that moment, but the only one that came in was a small man, he had seen the previous day, but paid no attention to him. "Mr. Orton asked me to assist you with a bath, I will just go and get it ready for you, breakfast will be served soon, and Mr. Orton would like you to join him." The short man spoke with a funny accept, but Seth ignored that, he really wanted to protest bathing, but the images of Randy using his body flooded back to him and he wanted nothing more than to scrub all of that away.

"Your bath is ready now, sir." Seth cocked an eyebrow at the smaller man. Never had he been treated like this, and it only made him curious as to what Randy wanted with him. "Why are you being so nice to me?" Seth questioned. "That is what Mr. Orton asked of me, and what Mr. Orton asks for, that is what he gets." Seth tried to process what the man just said. Randy was truly like a spoiled child, and it pissed Seth off to no end. "What's your name?" Seth asked, "I mean, what do I call you?" Seth shifted his weight from foot to foot, feeling awkward and unsure. "I'm Randy's personal butler, Jaime." Seth nodded, and walked into the bathroom. "I'll let Mr. Orton know you are bathing, and you will be down soon. There is new clothes for you to wear, I will lay them out for you on the bed." Seth thanked Jaime, and watched him walk out of the large bathroom, it was something you would see out of a movie.

Seth slipped into the shower, not really having anything but the sheet around his body, and slipped his body into the warm water. His muscles strained against the temperature change, but once inside he began to relax. He needed this hot bath, he was so incredibly sore from last night. After several minutes of sitting and relaxing, Seth felt himself start to close his eyes.


Dean wasn't sure how to answer Roman's question, and began chewing on his lip. "Dean… Where is Seth?" Roman questioned again, snapping Dean out of his thoughts, and back into reality. Dean quickly walked back to Roman, who was still cuffed to the bed, and sat next to him. "We were walking out to the car, Seth was getting in, and some guy in a mask jumped me, we fought and somehow he got the upper hand, and I passed out, when I woke up Seth was gone, and the window was broken in the car." Fear and shock flooded Roman's face, how did this happen. Who would want to hurt any of them? They were all good guys, none of them really had a problem with anyone, Dean had a few problems, but nothing major. Roman just couldn't understand, and just as quickly as the sadness hit him, anger was quickly filling his veins.

Dean was reluctant to leave Roman, but he had to get him out of the cuffs. Dean made his way to the front desk area of the hotel they were staying at, and requested a pair of bolt cutters. After a few strange looks, and questioning glances from staff and customers, a chubby man dressed in a brown jumpsuit handed Dean the bolt cutters. Dean thanked the man, and took off in a full run towards his room, he was back in seconds. "What took so long?" Roman questioned, his eyes bulging at the sight of the large tool in Dean's hands. "You are not coming near me with that thing; you're going to chop my hands off." Roman almost screamed. Dean shook his head, "There's no time to be a baby right now Rome, and I promise I'm not going to cut your hands off, just stay still." Dean argued, straddling his lovers waist, and leaning over enough to reach the cuffs. Roman's face was fixed on Dean's movements, and Dean realized that. "Rome, I'm not going to hurt you. Just close your eyes." Roman nibbled slightly on his bottom lip, before giving in to Dean's request. Eyes shut tight, Dean positioned the bolt cutters on the cuffs, Roman's right hand first, and squeezed the levers together until he heard a pop. Roman let out a gasp, but continued to keep his eyes shut. Dean was quick, and performed the same actions to Roman's left wrist, and in seconds Roman was freed from the cuffs, which were thrown into pieces on the floor along with the bolt cutters. Roman sat up, wrapping his arms around Dean, and pulling him as close as he could into him. Dean still sat on Roman's hips, and tangled his hands into the Samoan's long dark mane. Their lips locked in a heated kiss, which turned into a small make out session, until they couldn't breathe anymore. "We need to find Seth." Dean said. "We should call the police." Roman suggested. Dean shook his head, "No, it hasn't been long enough to file a missing persons report. We are going to have to find him ourselves."


Seth felt a set of firm hands massaging his scalp, and he smiled to himself, "Mmmm Dean, that feels good." Seth complimented, but frowned when the action stopped. "Think again." Came a different voice at did not belong to Dean at all. Suddenly Seth was sucked back into reality. That's right, those were Randy's hands that were massaging his head not Dean's. Seth bit his bottom lip, trying to stop himself from crying. What he wouldn't give to be in Dean's and Roman's arms right now, away from Randy Orton, but it didn't look like that was going to happen any time soon.

"Why do you want me so bad?" Seth whispered his question. Randy thought for a moment, a smirk played on his lips, "No one says no to me, but you did. I needed you, and it took me a little longer then I planned, but here you are, in my bathroom, naked and in my tub. That's got to say something." Randy said, running his fingers from one side of Seth's shoulder to the other. Seth let out an involuntary shiver, and tried to gather his thoughts. "What are you going to do? How is this going to work?" Seth questioned, his mind once again drifting back to his lovers, "Roman and Dean, what about work? They are still my tag team partners." Seth let out another shiver at the laugh Randy let out, and brought his knee's up to his chest, wanting nothing more than to just disappear away from Randy. He felt so violated, and broken, it was humiliating for Seth. "They are your partners now, but not for long, now get out of that bath, and put some clothes on, breakfast will be ready soon. With that Randy left Seth alone in the bathroom.

Seth sighed, and allowed a few tears to escape his eyes, he didn't want to be here, it wasn't right. His body was sore, his head was exhausted, and all he wanted was to be with his lovers once again, safe and sound in their loving arms, and as far away from Randy Orton as he possibly could.

Seth dried himself off, and studied himself in the mirror. His lip was bruised on the right side as well as his chin, where Randy had hit him. His wrists were bruised from being tied to the bed. His hips wore bruised finger prints from Randy Orton, as well as his neck, which was dressed in hickies. Randy made sure to leave his mark on Seth, much like Punk did that one night. Seth felt used and disgusting, and angry. He brought his fist up, and smashed it into his reflection, screaming profanities at himself. It was all too much to deal with right now.

Randy and Jamie rushed back in at the sound of broken glass and screaming. Randy gently pulled Seth into his arms, and left Jamie to clean the glass and the blood off the floor. Randy was so gentle with Seth, as he laid him on the bed, and covered him up with a sheet, before getting the first aid kit, and cleaning Seth's hand, and bandaging it up for him. When he was done, he placed a soft kiss across Seth's knuckles. "I'm not a bad guy, Seth." Silence. "Get dressed, and come down." Randy ordered softly. Seth rolled his eyes, and got dressed, deciding that if he just gave Randy what he wanted, this would be over quicker, and he would be able to leave sooner, because let's face it, Randy couldn't keep him there forever, they both still had to work too.


So this is an early Christmas update. I hope you all enjoy it, and are relieved that Dean and Roman are alive, YAY! I will also be posting a two shot between Dean and Seth as soon as I am done posting this, so after you review go take a look at the first chapter that fic, it is called The Race. Thank you all for all your lovely reviews, hope you enjoy the updates, and I will post more again after Christmas! Love you guys!