I knew Punk had AJ coming home, so he had to leave. I understood that. Rusty? He just stopped messaging me, he hadn't contacted me since Punk left and that was the only thing on my mind. I was terrified, especially since he was recovering from an attack and just turned down an opportunity to meet his 'real' parents and possibly live with them. Punk had done me a huge favour and now it was his personal time with AJ. I had connections to people who would help me. I could contact Sami, Eddie, Kyle, Drake, Chris. I'm sure some would help, others maybe not. I needed to know Rusty was alright. I needed to be told by a friend. I contacted those I knew weren't signed to a company or on tour. Kyle was the only one I could call, sadly not having the right number for him. I tried Drake, knowing that there were other referees to cover, but one was out sick, sadly. I tried Eddie, again I didn't have the right number. I was praying for either Chris or Sami to help. I tried Chris, who was wrestling a show or five, a dedicated man who loved what he did. My last resort was Sami, knowing he had to wrestle a dark match on NXT, I hated this. I didn't want to do this, but Sami didn't have to agree to this. I'd rather he did, but I would understand if he didn't. I was tense and stressed, I was a wreck.

"Sami, I'm sorry to ask you but could you please do me a favour, it's massive." I panicked, tears forming as I made my last phone call.

"Whoa, Jon. Calm down, tell me what you need." Sami was calm, but I was shaking, I was crying, I was yanking my hair, I was doing anything to ease the pain of my thoughts.

"My boyfriend, Rusty, was staying in my apartment. He got attacked a few days ago, and I asked Punk to be with him. He had to leave because AJ was coming home. He's alone and hasn't contacted me in a couple days. Can you please make sure he's alright and alive?" I asked as I became more paranoid and hysterical.

"Jon, you still in the same place?" Sami asked presumably helping.

"Yes, same city and apartment. Spare key outside the door in the tree." I described.

"I'll contact you when I'm there. He's going to be alright, please calm down." Sami hung up. I curled into a ball and cried. I was just happy he was going to do that for me.

After a while, there was a knock at the door. When I didn't answer, the door opened slowly.

"Dean, we need to... Dean you alright?" Seth rushed to my side.

"Seth he hasn't contacted me. What if he's hurt badly or worse, dead?"

"Dean, Rusty will be alright. Stop worrying."

"Seth that's hard. I miss him and I need to know he's alright. I love him too much to let him go. He's the only one besides you guys and Sami, that I care about."

"Buddy, Sami is going to help you find him, he's going to be fine."

"Seth, I told you just to get him..." Roman trailed off to come to my side to comfort me.

"Listen, Dean. Rusty is strong, he's just like you. He would survive a nuclear bomb, like you, cockroaches and twinkies. He's not going down too easy. Sami is helping you, so he will find Rusty in one piece. You'll find him." Roman was comforting me.

"I will lock our door and your door as Seth and I will stay with you until you're alright." Roman bargained. I had Seth's arm draped over my shoulder, onto my chest and his leg hooked in mine. Roman soon returned and wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me towards his body. I rested my head on his shoulder as he stroked my hair. I knew he was doing this to make me feel better, but even though this was an infantile move, I wasn't going to protest. I slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I awoke with Roman behind me and Seth in front of me. I'd obviously rolled over. I was still in Roman's embrace in the spooning position, his hair covering his beautiful face, his beard was tickling my neck and his cold breath sent shivers up my spine. While I was behind Seth in the spooning position. His black hair was against the pillow and his blonde hair tickling my face. I had my arm hanging over his small body. I heard a groan, I looked to Roman who's eyes were closed and he was still asleep. I turn my head back to face Seth's head, when I felt a hand hit my face.

"Sorry." Seth mouthed, trying not to wake the giant behind me. His slender body slid from the bed and into the bathroom. I'd lost the warmth that radiated from him. I'd also noticed that the smaller man had a little problem protruding from his boxers and that he was taking awhile for someone who was 'only taking a piss'. He finally emerged from the bathroom, without his problem. He walked over to Roman and lent down so his mouth was against his ear.

"Rome, I'm going to the gym, downstairs." Roman must've been thinking of something else, because shit was his dick hard.

"Dean, you going?" Roman asked with his eyes still closed and only his lips parting. This man was the most perfectly sculpted man I'd ever seen. He looked at me with a half hearted, tired gaze. I was pulled from my thoughts.

"Yeah, why not?" I eventually muttered. Roman released his embrace and allowed me to move. I could pee now. Roman was a rare work of art, he was so beautiful and well toned that everybody wanted him or to be him. His personality was as amazing and beautiful as he was. When he was asleep you left him like that because if he was awoken by something other than someone touching his dick, or his alarm, then he was grumpy. You whisper something to him because he can hear, but refuses to open his eyes, so he can drift back into his dream.

I met Seth out in the hall, his Kill Cliff can and a bottle of water in hand. He had a shirt on, it probably wouldn't stay on five minutes, his Adidas shorts were loose and his Reebok training shoes were tied tightly. His hair was tied back in a ponytail. The beautiful man was just as handsome as Roman. I had to bring myself from my thoughts about the sexy man before me. I followed Seth to the stairs. We ran downstairs to the gym which is in the basement.

"So, how long have you had a crush on Roman and I?" Seth asked me when we reached the entrance to the empty gym.

"Um...w...wa...was it that...obvious?" I asked nervously.

"Um...yeah." Seth looked at me like I was stupid. "Well?"

"Um...er...I've not stopped...having a crush...on either of you." I choked out quietly. I was going red as I started up the rowing machine.

"Bro, you can't have a crush on us or make it that obvious. How's Rusty going to feel if you've got a crush on us." That was a bad choice of words. Seth set up the rowing machine next to me.

"Shit, was it always that obvious? What if that's why he left? Seth I need to find him." I sat on the rowing machine, my head in my hands as the tears ran down my face.

"Dean, if that was the reason, he would've left a while ago. You're not the problem and if he wants to break up with you, then he wasn't right for you."

"Seth, you don't understand. I love him so much, I don't have to pretend, I can trust him and rely on him. I love him as much as I love you and Roman and wrestling. I need him, he makes me feel complete and without him there's something missing and it's a huge part of me." Seth was trying his best, but he wasn't Roman. Seth decided to squat beside me and hold my head to his chest and rub circles on my back. Suddenly, the door opened to reveal a slender, 6'5" man. He had next to no hair on his head and a short goatee.

"Woah, Dean Ambrose is...crying?" The man asked. He had a certain accent and was the only superstar with that accent. Cesaro.

"Yes, he is." I pushed Seth into the rowing machine.

"Fucking tell the world why don't you!" I growled, storming upstairs. Not answering anyone who asked me any question. I soon found myself back in my hotel room, on my bed, in a ball, crying. Roman emerged from the bathroom.

"Dean, you alright? You wanna talk?" Convincing myself that he was only concerned was hard to do. He calmed me down. He wrapped his arms around me in an embrace. I laid my head on his chest. I nuzzled my head into the space between his chest and left arm. My tears wetting his chest.

"I'm just sensitive right now. The man I love abruptly left and stopped talking to me, I don't understand what I've done or what's happened. My feelings are so tender and fragile."

"I didn't think that Dean Ambrose would ever admit he had feelings." Roman was trying to make a joke to cheer me up, it really didn't work. I was just becoming hot headed. I didn't know what to do. I broke free from Roman's embrace, grabbed my phone and ran out the hotel. I went for a run to try and clear my head. After awhile I realized that there was no hope for me to clear my head, he was the love of my life and I was lost without him. He made me happy, he always made me smile and he made me feel important and he filled me with pride to say that he was my boyfriend. HE was my BOYFRIEND! I found an alley that was empty. I sat on the ground as tears poured from my eyes. Eventually, I realized that I was vulnerable in this alley and I quickly left the alley, fearing that I was too vulnerable. I raced back up to the room to break the news to Roman and Seth. I also needed to prepare for Raw and apologize to Seth for my sudden outburst. When I reached my hotel room, it was empty. I just grabbed my backpack and suitcases, I would see them at the arena. I just focused on getting to the arena, quickly. Luckily, the arena was five minutes away and I could somehow pass the crowds and fans without any autographs or selfies, and get to the locker room fairly quickly. Once again, I was intruding. I walked in on them, again. I walked to catering to see what they had. I had everything with me, not trusting everyone because the people you trust most might betray you. I sat down at a table, waiting for the text from Seth that would allow me to safely enter the locker room.

"Hey Dean, how are you?" I looked up at the face of the woman who asked me.

"I've been better, how about you, Paige?" I returned the question.

"Never better, I'm home and my family are here." She was clearly happy, no, full of joy.

"I'm glad that you feel that way." I choked out, holding back the tears.

"Dean, I can see that you're not yourself and that you are vulnerable. Do you want to talk?" She seemed to be genuinely interested. I had an internal battle before it poured out.

"It's Rusty, I don't know where he is, I don't know if he's alright. I'm really worried." My head fell into my hands as tears fell. Paige sat down next to me and cradled my body.

"Dean, Rusty will be safe and alright. He's a grown man, he won't put himself in dangerous situations. Calm down, Rusty knows where to go and there aren't many places you can go without money." Paige had a rare talent for comforting me, just like Roman did. I wiped away my tears and pull away from her.

"Sorry, I'm raining on your parade. I'm so sorry, I'm so vulnerable. Paige, I'll be fine. Go have fun with your family and enjoy being home while you can." I walked back to the locker room, not caring about Seth and Roman. I walked in on them fucking each other senseless.

"Sorry couldn't deal with it. Just continue, I'll die quietly." Greeted only with moans, I yanked my combat gear out of my backpack and entered the shower area. I stripped myself, noticing my boner. I got hard at literally everything.

"Fuck off." I muttered angrily as I punch the shower wall. My vulnerability and sorrow had boiled into anger. Things were only going to get worse. I pulled on my combat pants before peering around the wall, to see Roman and Seth naked, panting and gasping next to each other. Cum on the floor and Roman's abs and chest. I knew that Roman had just made Seth cum twice. I grabbed my discarded clothing and walked into the main locker room area. I was half naked and sporting an erection.

"Dude you alright?" Roman panted.

"Yeah, my sorrow has turned to anger and frustration. I want to kill everyone." I explained. This wasn't what I wanted.

"Is it sexual frustration?" Seth winked, that fucking horny motherfucker.

"Two orgasms not enough for you?" Seth shook his head.

"Fucker just said, I ain't enough. Should I just wear a cock ring and let you ride me until you're content." I was rubbing my hard dick as Roman joked.

"Fuck, Roman. Need fucking, fuck...shit...help." I whimpered.

"Masturbate if it's that bad." Roman smirked.

"MY HAND DOES NOTHING, AS A FRIEND IM ASKING YOU. FUCKING FUCK ME!" I ordered. That was the point that Seth grabbed my pants and shoved them down to my knees. He stroked my cock a couple times before pushing his head down on my cock. His head bobbing on my dick, making me moan in pleasure. Just when I thought that Seth was innocent, or more innocent than the rest of us, he began to wiggle his fingers into my ass. The pleasure of him fingering my ass and sucking me off, finally got to me and long spurts of my cum hit the back of his throat. I was still turned on, but less frustrated. Roman decided that he wasn't going to fuck me, but he would fuck Seth, who was fucking me. I was stroking myself in time with Seth's thrusts. I got to the edge before Roman stopped Seth, who had pulled out so the head was nestled between my cheeks. My eyes were closed as Roman pulled my hand away from my erection. Roman roared and I swear I saw stars so bright. Roman was impaled on my girth, while Seth was in my ass. After a few movements, I came, again, violently. I spilled into Roman, who spluttered on the floor and himself. This then sparked Seth's tenth orgasm of the day, probably, as he came inside me.

"Oh thanks, I really needed that. That was so...fucking...awesome." I struggled to find words to describe my pleasure.

I was soon ready to go out and wrestle. Up in the closet close to the doors to the lower tier seating. We were talking about our match, strategizing for the team of John Cena, Daniel Bryan and Cesaro. We then moved onto talking about our plans for the remainder of the evening, we knew what we wanted to say to Rusty and therefore we were clear on what was going to happen after and during our match. Talking about anything to take my mind off of Rusty. Once the siren had stopped, the mixture of cheers and boos died down and the 'yes' chants had decreased in volume, slightly.

"SIERRA, HOTEL, INDIA, ECHO, LIMA, DELTA..." Echoed throughout the sold out arena in London. The boos drowned out the sound of our music as I lead the team to the ring. The bell rang as Cesaro and I started the match against each other. It was a back and forth competition to start with, but soon I was being grounded and in the favour of losing. Cesaro tagged in Bryan, who continued the beat down, until I was Irish whipped into the ropes. Falling out the ring slightly before hitting him with a clothesline, grounding us both. I crawled to Seth who quickly took down Cesaro with a diving knee to the head. His quick offence and overall speed pulled us back to our feet, until Cesaro dodged Seth's standing shooting star press. Seth was being beaten by Cesaro who tagged in Cena to clear the ring. Cena picked up Seth to do an Attitude Adjustment, when Seth kneed him in the head. Cena rolled out of the ring at the right hand side of the ring, away from us. Cesaro was still recovering at the foot of the entrance ramp. Seth looked at me and nodded, tagging me in. We stood side by side in the middle of the ring before I launched myself at Cesaro and Seth launched himself at Cena, one after the other. Roman tagged himself in and Superman punched Bryan in the face, knocking him to the ground. Seth rolled Cena into the ring. He clambered to his feet to be knocked down with the Superman punch. Roman then roared as he prepared for a spear. Roman hit Cena with a spear as Seth curb stomped Bryan's face into the mat and I drove Cesaro's head into the entrance ramp. We ran into the ring and Triple power bombed Cena in the middle of the ring. Roman scored the pin as we looked at the men lying lifeless around and in the ring. We threw Cena out of the ring as I grabbed a microphone.

"Ya see Reuben. WE DONT NEED YOU OR YOUR HELP! You're useless, you were the weak link in this. You didn't fit. We have the muscle, we have the speed and we have the genius and slightly quirky leader. We don't need anyone and we certainly don't need a rookie." I passed the microphone to Seth.

"This is the definition of unstoppable, this is the best faction of all time and THIS..." Seth shoved his fist out for emphasis. "...IS THE NEW SYMBOL OF EXCELLENCE!" His voice echoed as Roman took the microphone from Seth.

"WE ARE THE BEST, WE HAVE PROVED THAT without you, Reuben. You think you're cool, you think you're amazing and awesome, you think that you deserve to be here? I think you deserve to be in the garbage because that's all you are to us! BELIEVE THAT AND BELIEVE IN THE SHIELD!" Roman made the 'believe that' sound like Teddy Long used to say it 'blee that'. The boos were louder than ever. Great promo, that's what we wanted. Achievement unlocked.

As we got closer to the locker room, the ringing from my phone became apparent. I dashed down the hall to the locker room and removed the phone from my locker. I saw the caller I.D as Sami. I quickly dragged the green phone across the screen and pressed the phone to my ear.

"Yes, Sami. Hello?" Desperation was clear in my voice.

"Jon. I'm in your apartment and Rusty isn't here, his stuff isn't here. It looks like nobody has even been here. Your beer is untouched, or was. Your bed has been made and smells fresh, like both beds in the guest room. Your towels are on the rack in the bathroom, six of them. Nothing in your washing machine or drier, no dishes in the dishwasher or the sink. You have no food, your closet doors are all closed. Everything is clean, except a blood stain on your carpet. It looks faded and washed out, maybe a few days old." Sami described.

"Rusty has been there, I saw him sitting on my couch, my bed, sitting at my breakfast bar, on Skype. His blood was on the floor, he was attacked in my apartment. Punk probably cleaned before he left, meaning Rusty must have left at the same time or just after." I had an epiphany.

"Jon, I just found something. It's a crumpled piece of paper.

Dear Dean, I'm sorry that I've not messaged you and that I've not been in contact. I'm safe. It's not you, well it kind of is. I'm missing you too much, I can't keep staying here or messaging you because I want you here beside me. I'm just hoping that we will meet soon. Hope tour was good.

Rusty."

I was speechless. He wrote me a note, explaining his actions. He expected me to see it. Sami hung up because I hadn't spoken in about a minute. He soon texted me Rusty's address that he'd left on the piece of paper. I texted back thanking him for his help. He was a true friend. I just hoped that he was alright after the attack by his family. I knew that I was going to leave after the taping tomorrow. I needed to talk to him and it had to be soon. I'll get mildly injured tomorrow, like a pulled muscle or a mild concussion. Ah shit. I just cheated on him. My head in my hands as I started to freak out, again. Roman and Seth rushed into the room as they heard a crash and my wails.

"Fucking piece of fucking shit. WHY DIDNT SHE HAVE AN ABORTION AND DO US ALL A FUCKING FAVOUR." I punched the brick wall.

"Dean, calm down." I threw Seth across the room as he walked closer.

"No I'm shit, why the fuck am I shit alive. I've messed everything up. I'm the reason he left, because I can't keep Jonny in my pants." That earned me a confused look from Roman who was tending to Seth.

"Jonny, my dick." I was straight to the point. I punched the nearest wall again.

"I'm so fucking aroused every second of every day and need to be fucked everyday. This needs to fucking stop but I don't know how to stop it." I slammed my fist into the wall so hard that the divas and medical personnel poured into the locker room to check on Seth and I.

"He's fine, I have broken hand." I muttered.

"And a broken heart." Roman added.

"I'm going to break your face." I said through my clenched jaws. I jumped towards Roman, to be pushed into a seated position.

"Sit hot head." Paige held me down, by sitting on me. "Dean!" Paige slapped me hard. I wondered why, before I looked down.

"Jonny is very much awake." I joked as medical personnel turned their attention to me. They examined my very purple hand as I winced every time they brushed over it.

"You've basically crushed your hand." They looked at me.

"Seriously." I threw my head against the locker behind me.

"No, you've broken your hand, give it a month and it should be alright." He advised as he bandaged me up. We were told that we couldn't compete and therefore missed the tapings tomorrow and the remaining shows, but it meant that I could speak to Reuben. They just staged our injuries as an attack and warned me about injuring myself and others.

The next day, I arrived late and decided to sleep before heading over to see Rusty. It was comfortable and soft. Great sleep on the bed in the posh hotel I found. I ate my breakfast that was provided for me before I made my way to Haywood Street to Rusty's house. I knocked on the door that was hanging off its hinges, I awaited an answer...