Hysteria

By: PhoenixJustice

Disclaimer: WWE is property of a zillion people that aren't me. I do not own the characters, storylines, people portraying them, etc. I only own this story and I make no profit from this.

Warning: Rated M for language, violence, sexual situations, slash, etc.

Pairing: eventual Dean Ambrose/Seth Rollins, etc.

Setting: Post-Hell in a Cell 2014 and the Raw the night after, etc.

Summary: "You stabbed me in the back, you son of a bitch." "You are my Brother. I trusted you. I trusted you, Seth. After everything..." "Wyatt is just a tiny, annoying, blip on my radar; don't ever think that my eyes aren't watching you, Seth."

A/N: Also known as: in which I had too many feels to count thanks to this PPV so I must write fic to feel better.

A/N 2: Also, ALSO known as: in which Seth fucked up and now has to find a way to fix it.

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Chapter Eleven - In My Heart

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He really needed to stop doing this. It was dangerous and wouldn't help him at all if it got found out.

And going to a Waffle House with Dean, late or not, was not smart. All someone had to do was snap a picture and post it to the internet. Things had a way of getting around that you didn't want. Dean doesn't seem to think about the implications, or care; he highly suspected the latter. Dean was by no means stupid. While he may have made some spur of the moment decisions, Dean was also smart and could be very strategic. He just often didn't give a fuck.

He can barely get through his couple of waffles, thinking all the while, while Dean just munches on his stack of waffles-seemingly without a care in the world.

"Dean-" he starts haltingly. What was he trying to say? It was hard to remember the persona he had been putting on for months when he was sitting with Dean like this like he had in the past. It brought up so many memories that he felt himself losing the arrogant persona he had used for months like a Shield.

Dean continues to eat. He uses the extra time to look at Dean, really look at him. It had been a long time since he had the time to look at Dean at his leisure; he didn't exactly get the chance over these last few months, what with Dean trying to beat the shit out of him the moment he saw him. The fact that they got to this point, whatever this was, was mindboggling to him. He wasn't sure exactly what happened or what was said to be able to get to this point.

It was all kinds of dangerous.

But...

He swallows against his dry throat, looking at Dean's eyes, his mouth.

He wanted.

If it could only be once. If it was something Dean wanted as well-

Dean seems to feel eyes on him and he looks up, eyes unreadable for a moment before burning into something hot. He holds the gaze while putting some money on the table. They both get up without a sound spoke and an unspoken agreement between them.

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They barely get the door closed between them as Dean pushes him against it, kissing him hard and fast. He can taste the hints of syrup as Dean's lips move over his again and again in a hard slide, his tongue wet against Seth's, dueling for dominance. His hands clutch hard against Dean's back, Dean's leg pressed close. He rubs openly against it and feels a large fission of pleasure as he hears Dean's moan following his own. The thought that they might just rub each other into oblivion only served to make him harder and move faster against him.

Dean hisses as Seth's hands start to move up under his shirt, nails scratching lightly on the sides. From the way he moves against Seth, and the erection that Seth could feel through the jeans, he knew Dean liked it. So he does it again and again, biting his lip at the sight of Dean's moaning, his moving, the pleasure in his eyes, the pleasure he was giving Seth now. It was all so fucking hot and all his mind could think of was Dean, Dean, Dean over and over again, surprising himself with the intensity of his emotions right then. God, he wanted and he was having. But no. He wanted. A dangerous thought right now, to think that, to want more. But in the haze of pleasure and all things Dean Ambrose, it was hard to remember just what was right and what was wrong any more.

"Dean." he whispers as Dean's head starts to dip down to kiss his heated flesh, jerking as his lips touch his skin.

"I'm here." Dean says quietly. "Seth-"

He grabs his face and kisses him hard, feeling Dean answering him back immediately. File this under something he never knew before until it happened to him; Dean Ambrose was a fucking amazing kisser. Oh sure Dean had bragged about it before to him and Roman, but everyone did that. But to be on the receiving end of it, he could say with certainty that yes, Dean in fact did know how to kiss well.

And eventually he finds himself being pulled by Dean.

"C'mon," Dean says, breathlessly. Seth was pleased to note the panting, the red lips, the bulge in his jeans. He just looked so irresistably fuckable in that moment that it made it hard to see straight. He follows Dean over to the bed, giving a little "oomph" as he gets pushed onto it. He gets into a sitting position as Dean looms over him, leaning down to give him another quick and harsh kiss. "Off." Dean pulls at Seth shirt until Seth rolls his eyes and takes it off, throwing it off the side.

"Better?" Seth says wryly.

Dean's eyes sear into him as he looks down at him. He holds back a gulp with difficulty. That look was...

"Much," Dean says hoarsely. "Now-" He paws at Seth's jeans and Seth bats at his hands.

"I've got it," Seth mutters. He curses inwardly at his shaking hands as they start to undo his pants. It wasn't like Dean had never seen Seth before, especially after their last encounter, but this time was different. It was definitely different and Seth knew it-even if the possible implications later kind of scared him.

If Dean's eyes were on his before, they were like a brand now as he gets his pants off, throwing them off the side as well. He felt exposed in more than one way than one. But then Dean smiles; the real, genuine one that very few had ever been graced with, one he never showed on air, and it both calms him down and makes his heart beat a little faster. That was a smile that one would do anything to see again. It was so genuine and real that it made Seth's heart ache to look at it. That smile...he never thought he'd see it ever again.

The words are on the tip of his tongue and he has to bite down hard to keep from saying them.

He starts to pull at Dean's shirt, both to distract himself and to keep from saying those words he had no place saying. "Now you. If this was some ploy just to get me out of my clothes and-"

"It was." Dean says. Now his smile turns to a wolfish grin. "Maybe I just wanted to rub myself all over your naked body. Got a problem with that?"

His hard cock was an obvious indication that that was not a problem whatsoever. The thought of Dean rubbing onto Seth fast and hard until he came took his breath away. But he knew that he wanted more than that. He tugs at Dean's shirt. "Come on, Dean." he pants. "Only fair."

Dean nods and moves back a little to pull the shirt over his head and once again Seth is breathless as he strips the rest of his clothes off. He too had seen the other naked but again, this was different. And god was he amazing to look at it. His hands itch to touch him, his face, his chest, his hard cock. He yanks Dean's arm, pulling him down to kiss him hard. The intensity of his want surprises even him.

Dean pulls back to climb onto the bed, looming over Seth, eyes gleaming. He licks his lips.

"Now-" Dean all but purrs. Jesus how did he do that? "Where should I start..."

He seems to make a decision and before Seth can say anything, and dips his head down to lick one of Seth's nipples. Seth groans, then hisses as Dean starts to bite it, ever so carefully. He seemed to be testing the limits of what he was allowed to do. He continues, as Seth doesn't give any sort of negative indication. His mouth moves to the other nipple as one of his hand starts to wander further down Seth. He jerks hard as Dean's hand moves loosely around Seth's erection, pulling a bit on it. He moves into that touch for a few moments, loving the delicious feel of it as Dean's slightly calloused hand moves harder and harder against Seth's cock, his lips over Seth's again.

But he moves Dean's hand away. He'd come soon if Dean kept that up and he didn't want to come yet, because then this, whatever it was, would most likely be over.

Dean moves back, blinking a bit hard. "Problem?" Dean rasps, brows furrowed. It was rather adorable and damn but if he never, ever thought he'd put the word adorable next to Dean Ambrose. But it was. He looked confused, as if he didn't understand why he wasn't kissing Seth, touching him.

There were a lot of things Seth could, and wanted to say, but instead he reverses things, getting Dean into the position on the bed where he had been. Now it was him leaning over Dean and the possible things he could do to him made his head spin. He leans down, starting to kiss Dean before Dean can respond, mouth moving from his lips to his neck, kissing and sucking hard on it, feeling Dean's hips jerk up as he bites down on the skin. He liked a little pain with pleasure? He could oblige. His teeth skim down Dean's chest and he starts working on Dean's nipples the way Dean had did his. He feels a spark of pleasure as Dean groans as he lightly bites on one of his nipples.

"Harder." Dean says, panting.

Seth obliges and Dean responds in return with his hands wandering over Seth's touching, pinching, scratching, finding places on Seth that he had no clue could feel good like that.

"Harder." Dean says again.

Seth's brow raises. Harder? If he did much harder...but hey, if Dean wanted it...

He bites down harder on the nipple, one hand pinching the other at the same time his other hand moves over Dean's cock. Dean's hips jerk a couple times before he hears Dean groan loudly against him, feels the warm and sticky spurts from Dean's cock. He pulls back a bit. The sight of a panting, so obviously pleasured Dean nearly has him coming himself.

Dean's eyes open after a little bit to look at Seth. "Why did you-" he starts hoarsely.

"Because I wanted to-" he swallows a bit. "-see you come undone." For me. Because of me. Only because of me...

To distract himself from Dean and what he might say next he looks down at his hand. He had never before, but it was from Dean so it made him want to know... He licks his hand, face scrunching up a bit at the taste, but has no time to say or do anything else as Dean reverses their positions once more and pushes him down hard into the bed, kissing him so thoroughly and with the hint of desperation it takes Seth's breath away for a moment. Surely Dean had to taste himself in the kiss, but he didn't seem to care. He kisses Seth like that for a long time, before they both have to pull away for air.

"Seth-" his voice was like gravel and it only served to make Seth throb harder with need. He gestures a bit and Seth looks. Dean was still achingly hard.

"Yes."

Dean looks at him. His brows furrow minutely. "Yes?"

Seth nods, swallowing against a dry throat. His "Dean speak" was as good as ever. He understood him. "Yes." He swallows again. "Please."

Dean shivers a bit at that. And gets off the bed. Seth does his best not to touch himself as Dean rummages around for something. He knew if he touched himself, he'd go off sooner rather than later, and he wanted what was coming next. Wanted it so bad he could taste it. Dean lets off a few curses as his searching turns up nothing.

"Check my bag." Seth says to Dean. Dean glances at him for a moment before finding Seth's bag, unzipping it and rifling through its contents. Normally the sight of Dean doing that would have irritated him (as Dean had done it often enough in the past) but now the sight of it, and what it meant, only served to make him feel hot.

Eventually Dean's search comes up with a bottle of lotion. Dean had always made fun of Seth in the past for his "beauty" products as he called them, but this time he says nothing; he too seemed to feel the way Seth did now about the situation. He comes back over to the bed, pushing Seth's legs apart. He starts to push some lotion onto his hands before pausing. He pauses for a long enough time that Seth worries.

"Something wrong?"

Dean's head jerks up. He shakes his head. "No. I just-" He shakes his head again. "Are you-sure?"

So that's why he had paused? Seth nods, licking his drying lips. "Yes."

Dean nods, seemingly at himself and his own thoughts and very slowly starts to insert a finger. The sudden intrusion has him hissing but he nods at Dean as he looks up again. It hurt a bit but mostly it felt a bit cold and strange. He had never...never before. It's why things had surprised him so much. He had never been with a man before in any way. Ever. He had never looked at another man in a way like that before. Which is why his feelings for Dean had taken him by surprise, why he had hid them from himself for so long until he had been unable to any longer. Dean had made him want something that he never realized he wanted. It had been disconcerting at first. Now he no longer had any doubts-not about his feelings for Dean or what he wanted from him. His doubts stemmed from things he currently couldn't change.

He shakes his head. He didn't want to think about those sorts of thoughts why he was here with Dean. He had somehow got the chance he never expected with him and he didn't want to ruin it by being stuck in his own thoughts about unpleasant things.

"You okay?" Dean asks quietly.

He nods tightly. Doing his best to relax as another finger enters to join the first. The pain was lessening already. And by the third finger, he finds himself starting to move against Dean's fingers. Dean seemed to have a knack for finding the good spots on Seth because it was starting to feel good.

"Look at you." Dean says, his voice gravelly and dark against Seth's ear. It only serves to spur Seth on harder, moaning as he moves against him. "I could lay here all day, watching as you fucked yourself on my fingers. I could make you come again and again."

Oh god he could feel it coming and he couldn't stop it. "Dean-" he tries to warn. It only seems to spur Dean on further and Seth lets out a hoarse cry as he comes, spurting onto both of them. He shivers violently against the waves of pleasure. He finally comes back down to Earth and pants heavily. That felt...it was...

The words were pushing against his lips again but he holds them back. He was still pretty hard, even after something that huge, and comes back to full hardness quickly enough as Dean's hand jerks him a few times.

"'M gonna fuck you now." Dean says, harshly. He seemed to be fighting off something as well; had Seth brought Dean that close to the brink without even touching him? He liked that thought. Liked it a lot.

He positions himself over Seth's hole, pushing slowly into him. It takes Seth's breath away. This was different than fingers. It didn't hurt, thanks to Dean's earlier ministrations, but the pressure is something he has to deal with for a moment. After a couple minutes he nods at Dean and Dean starts to move. The pain was gone, the pressure was fading and in its place the pleasure that Dean had dished out moments before was starting to return. His hands touch Dean as they move together, as Dean moves further and further inside, enjoying the feel of his damp, hot skin.

"Have you-" Dean pants suddenly. "-have you done this before?"

Seth laughs. Dean's hips jerk hard, leaving him breathless for a moment. "You ask me this as you're balls deep into me?" He laughs again.

Dean lets out his breathless little laugh. "Guess you're right. I just wondered if you'd..."

"No." he tells him truthfully. Dean's eyes widen. "You don't believe me? I know you think I'm-"

Dean shakes his head violently. "No. Not that. It's just..." he swallows. "You haven't?"

"No." he repeats. "Have you?"

Dean licks his lips. "A few times. It wasn't-" He clamps his mouth shut on whatever he wanted to say next, instead doing a few things that has Seth's hips jerking in pleasure.

His legs circle around Dean's waist as the pleasure starts to build and build again. It was unlike anything he had ever known and this moment, this pleasure was unlike what he had just experienced with Dean's fingers; it felt fuller, greater, and he moves onto him again and again, hearing Dean's groan in return. His hands move to either side of Dean's face.

"Kiss me." he demands.

Dean obliges, kissing him not in the hard kiss he expects but a soft and slow glide over his lips that has him moaning. It was...Dean was-!

He comes like that, against Dean's lips, rocking on his cock and he spurts again, eyes rolling with the sheer pleasure of it, feeling Dean's answering moan, pulling out to spurt all over Seth's stomach, his come mixing liberally with Seth's. The sight has Seth moaning as he comes down from his climax.

The words stay there, against his lips, unsaid.

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It happens that way over the next few days. Every available wall, corner, room away from everyone else, they kiss, they fuck. They were like rabbits in heat and it was so fucking hot that it made his head spin. He felt like the most wanton little thing as he gets pushed over a table and fucked hard, or fucked hard in a shower, or against a wall, or so many other places. He craves Dean like a drug and takes every available opportunity to have him, be near him. Because he knew that things could change very easily.

They don't talk much, outside of their fucking. Every time it looks Dean like he might have a question, something Seth can't, or won't at this time, answer, Seth finds ways to distract him. He couldn't have that conversation now. If he did...he knew things would be over. He couldn't give Dean any more than this right now, as much as he longed to. Those words hang ever close to the surface, but he is never allowed to say them. He can't.

It's because of his need for the other man that he finds himself realizing that he has somewhere else he was supposed to be.

"Shit," he mutters. He was supposed to be out there with the rest of the Authority; Triple-H liked a image of a strong front. He supposed Triple-H thought of them all as a strong front as well. If he only knew the truth...hopefully he would soon enough. "I've gotta go."

He pushes past Dean who doesn't say a word. He turns back to see Dean looking away from him. He swallows. "Uh-later?"

Dean's head swivels to look at him. After a moment he nods slowly. "Later."

He nods and heads off.

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"Where the hell were you, Seth?" Triple-H asks heatedly. He was pacing the room. He didn't look happy; Seth assumed he was thinking as much about Sting as anything else. He could use that to his advantage.

"I heard whispers from people about Sting. I went to do a thorough patrol of the arena for him. I wanted to bring him to you myself but I haven't seen hide or hair of him." he says. "My bad."

Triple-H seems to think about it for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. It's fine. At least you were looking out for our best interests. Just try and pick a better time for it next time. Unless you think it's urgent."

"I figured what I heard was urgent." Seth says calmly. "Last thing we all want is Sting to appear and ruin all our plans." And he meant that. Not in the sense of helping the Authority, of course, but his own true plans. He wasn't sure yet what the legendary wrestler's plans were-as long as they didn't interfere with his, then he was fine with it. And if the man could put a serious hurt in the Authority? Then all the better.

"He's right." Stephanie chimes in. "That man is proving to be such an annoying thorn in our side; and I thought Cena was annoying."

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He had a challenge ahead of him later on, so he doesn't mind J&J's interference during his match with Ryback. He was more worried about later on. Despite the handicap, he knew that Roman and Bryan both were very capable and both had dealt with huge odds before and come out on top. Of course that wasn't the only thing he was worrying about...

One good curb stomp takes care of Ryback and he can worry about the other stuff later.

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It'd only be a matter of time before Dean got what he wanted and got his championship match for the Intercontinental title.

Barrett wouldn't know what hit him.

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Smackdown taping is the next day and he is rather dumbfounded as he watches Big Show hit Kane. What the hell was going on?

He gets to the back, after having talked with the Authority and J&J, and heads to his room. He wanted to talk to them first to make sure they wouldn't need him for anything later. He was ready for a quick shower, some food and-Dean was sitting in his dressing room.

And he looked angry.

"What?" Seth asks warily.

Dean starts to pace, before stopping abruptly and pointing at Seth. "Tell your buddies to-" He cuts himself off then looks at Seth again. "Roman." To leave Roman alone. Well considering all Roman had to do during Smackdown, he couldn't blame Dean for being angry, even if he had no part in it.

Of course Dean didn't know that.

"I can't, Dean."

"Can't what, Seth?" Dean says bitingly.

"You know what. I can't. I'm not perfect, I admit that. I've made mistakes. But I'm trying to-"

"I don't want perfect, Seth. I want honest. I..." Dean swallows visibly and grits his teeth. He's quiet for a very long time. The words he speaks next, his voice like gravel, take Seth's breath away. "I love you." It sounded like it hurt to say, but he says it anyway.

Now it's Seth's turn to swallow against a lump in his throat. He had never thought in a million years-never. Never did he think that Dean would ever...that he could ever...feel that way like he felt for him. It brings him greater joy than he knew he could ever feel.

"I know you can't trust me," he croaks out. Damnit all; now wasn't the time for tears. "All of this...I know it doesn't seem like it, but-"

"But what? Stab me in the back, betray me. Betray Roman. Let him get hurt and deal with all those people. And for what? For Titles and briefcases and-"

"Who do you think this is for?!" Seth yells. Now the tears fell. Both in anger and in other emotions. "I love you, you idiot. I never wanted to hurt you. Or Roman. Never. Don't you know how much it killed me to do that to you both? I did this all for you. Triple-H, he-" he stops. God he was spilling way too much way too soon. Dean would surely go after Triple-H or he would...but no.

He looks completely floored, eyes wide. And all he can say to Seth is; "You love me?"

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