BLOOD

Battleground 2016 had ended a couple of hours ago and Roman had lost his match. But if Roman was honest, he didn't care that much, winning and losing is part of the business, but all the things that unfolded during that match was what left a bitter taste in his mouth.

But that was his due punishment, he had betrayed the trust of his bosses and regardless of his motives, he should be punished.

As if I have not received enough punishments already...

But actually, he had to receive one that everyone could see, everyone should feel satisfaction to see the fallen hero, that would be their pleasure. Destroy the one everyone loved to hate.

"Are you okay?" It was the first thing Seth asked when he saw him entering the hotel room.

The younger man was bathed and dressed in fresh clothes. Seth looked beautiful, he had changed a lot, he no longer had a part of his hair bleached and his body was thicker and even more toned. However, in everything else, Seth Rollins remained the same.

"I was worried about you, Roman. You should have arrived here an hour ago. "

The Samoan looked at him intently. Seth's eyes showed concern, even affection. And if Roman had not known him better... he would have bought that line. Roman knew he should avoid being close to Seth, because he would make him feel even worse.

Maybe this time I will be able to leave him ... or he will get bored of this wicked game and put an end to us together.

But Seth was the architect after all. And as such he had everything coldly calculated. Now he seemed worried, interested... but, what if he really was? What if he had always been, but his way of loving was... different...

Roman wasn't going through his best moment, emotionally. He had even done reproachful things for someone who should maintain an almost heroic profile.

But the greatest heroes are simple humans after all.

Roman remembered having been bottling all his feelings, stress, pain, resentment and what good can that do to a person? None, he knew well but it was not like he had many alternatives. When you have the keys to success in your hands, there are not many people who believe that you should not be happy.

Nor are there many willing to listen to you or be your friends when they believe that they should be the chosen ones instead of you.

And when the person next to you, the one you love like crazy... is one of those people, it's even worse than the crowd that hates you and the co-workers who envy you.

Maybe the best thing to do would be to leave everything behind: wrestling, stress, fake friends... him. But there was always a good reason to stay, a good reason to return to the ring, to be part of that group of people, to return to Seth Rollins again and again.

I own you. Seth assured everyone in the middle of the ring.

And that was the only truth the Iowan said that night.

Seth stroked Roman's face, inspecting the bumps. Then he looked at his chocolate eyes as if looking for something in them. Roman needed this so much, and although he knew that fantasy wouldn't last long. What was coming was bitter as gall, the Samoan confessed himself weak... he truly loved this man.

Seth kissed his lips. Roman felt even weaker. Seth's lips, body, his essence, his tears, his sweat, everything was addictive. Roman wanted, not... he needed his fix right now and he would take it. Roman grabbed Seth by the waist and he wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck and his legs around his waist.

"I see that you are not hurt..." Seth said breaking the kiss and unwrapping himself from the body of his lover. "I don't have to worry about you then. After all, the real loser tonight was me."

Roman hated when the Iowan pretended to be a worried lover because that was the reason why Roman was still gravitating around him. Even though he knew he should leave, he must escape Seth as if he were the plague. He hated when Seth pretended to be good because he knew it was just a curtain, a curtain for the backlash that would come.

"I had it Roman... I had it and you ruined it... You let Dean defeat you!" Seth removed his mask of worry letting all his anger and frustration flow. "But it shouldn't surprise me, lately that's all you do, fail. They are right, you have everything at your feet, our bosses bet everything for you and even then, you are a failure. That's why they hate you, that's why they will never accept you."

Roman grunted, Seth knew his weak points and man, how the younger man loved to push his buttons.

Seth took off his shirt with such grace, it was as if he had all timed, his body moved like some kind of dance, pure seduction. Roman knew well that he couldn't escape... he didn't want to do it anyways.

"Being here, seeing how you take off your clothes after everything you've put me through, is proof that you're right," Roman admitted.

Seth pursed his lips and huffed. "That's what I dislike most about you. Roman Reigns, the hero, always sacrificing for others, for everyone he loves... even if they don't appreciate it." Even your best friend teamed up with the man he says he hates; and to be honest, for a moment, I thought it would be the two of you against me but... Dean is not stupid, he would never sacrifice himself for you."

"Yeah, Dean would never do it... What about you... Would you do it?" Was Roman's curt reply.

"Why would I do something like that. I'm sorry Roman but what you want from me is something I can't give you." Seth smirked dropping the last garment that covered his beautiful body.

"And what is it that you can give me?" Roman asked hypnotized by the man in front of him.

Seth smiled with the confidence of who has everything under control as he ran his hands through Roman's vest, unbuckling it. Such an action represented an analogy, Seth freed Roman of his clothes, and then chained him to his body.

"I'm going to give you what you love the most, the only thing you can't live without." Seth dropped the vest on the floor as he saw the body of the man he had claimed as his own and he would never let go.

Seth ran his hands over Roman's face, the Samoan sighed enticed by the action and looked at Seth intensely. Roman grabbed Seth by the arm and threw him to the bed.

"It's so easy to make you come back to me again and again, Big Dog." Seth said caressing his manhood and seeing the reaction this elicited on his lover.

"Almost as easy as making Seth Rollins open his legs." Roman said with eyes full of desire.

Seth smiled satisfied. "And how would you like my legs to open just for you... right Roman?"

Seth hoped to anger Roman completely but it was not like that. Roman's face went from anger to anguish in seconds.

"No matter what I do or how much I hurt you, you always come back to me. Should I let you go, Roman? Should I grant you the freedom you don't even want?" Seth pursed his lips. "I think you'd rather die chained to me than live without me."

Roman placed himself on Seth, in a fairly fast movement for someone of his size. "You really think you have all that power over me."

Seth giggled, conceited until the end. "I told you Roman Reigns, I own you."

Soon after, their clothes were scattered on the floor of the hotel room. Roman kissed and bit the skin of the sexy motherfucker, it was as if the Samoan was starved and only Seth's body could quench his appetite, but the younger man knew well, it was not only his body, it was the frustration of not being able to have more than that.

Seth moaned in pure pleasure. Roman was preparing him.

"If only I could feel something sweet for you like what you feel for me, but it's impossible." Seth smiled at the control he had over Roman, he was his favorite toy. "You give me your soul and your heart so that I do what I want with them and I give you my body in exchange."

"Shut your damn mouth!" Roman was angry, grabbed Seth tightly and smashed his lips against his.

It was a messy kiss where Roman wanted to gain some control, he wanted to feel that he had some control. But he knew better. The Samoan stuck his tongue hard and Seth welcomed it gladly. Moaning nonstop.

His lips were bleeding, and that was also exciting. Feeling the metallic taste of blood. Seth kissed his lover with fervor. They both maped each other's skin, it was liberating, it was wonderful.

It was addictive.

And that feeling that freed them from all their inhibitions, also enslaved them.

"Do you like to feel like you have everything under control, uh?" Roman bit one of the youngest man's nipples, a pornographic moan was the feedback he got. "But just as I am a damn masochist for coming back to you again and again. You are also a masochist for not being able to let me go..."

Seth whined. "I could throw you out of my life if I ever wanted, just try me."

Roman teased his cock in Seth's entrance. "You could, yes... but you won' do it because there is nobody in this world able to make you feel what I make you feel. Pleasure and pain equally. Nobody would love your true self, the horrible being behind all that beauty. You need me as much as I do."

"I don't!" Seth panted.

"You said you can't feel something sweet for me as I feel for you, uh..." And for the first time Roman watched at Seth with pure evilness. "Guess what, Sethie? Then, it's me the one who would develop a rotten feeling like that you have for me."

Roman entered his lover without preparing him. Seth moaned and a tear rolled down his eyes. the younger man smiled in ecstasy.

"Fuck me hard!" Seth panted.

"You love me as much as I love you, Seth Rollins..." Roman thrusted hard, he was being rude but Seth was enjoying everything. "You hate me as much as I hate you."

"Oh yes... Oh yes!" Seth moaned. "I can't get enough of this."

"You can't get enough of me, Seth".

Roman let out all his frustration as he fucked Seth like there was no tomorrow. The Iowan matched the thrusts, moaning and demanding for more and more. Because Seth knew well that Roman was right, they loved each other in a toxic way, but they also loved each other as no other person would ever do.

Seth had a very special kink for pain, it was his fuel. But Roman wasn't left behind. The Samoan was hurting the body of the younger man who was delightfully receiving such treatment. Seth hurt Roman's spirit, shouting all the truths that hurt him the most.

Reminding him that, the only things he truly wanted in this world, were the things he could never have.

"You can never get away from me, Roman. You hate the chains that tie you to me, but you would never be able to take them from you. You love being my prisoner, you love that I have you under my control. You love the dose of pain and pleasure that only I can give you. You love having my body moaning from the pleasure that only you can give me. And at the same time, you hate that I will never be yours!" Seth was scratching his lover's back.

Roman thrusted harder. He felt that he was suffocating, consumed by the desire he felt for the man he loved so much, that he hated so much.

"And you love that I treat you like the dirty bitch you are, Seth. You love what only I can make you feel. You say you're not mine because you sleep with others, but I know why you do it. You want to have that feeling of control, to make yourself believe that I am the puppet and you are the puppeteer, to feel that you have control over everything and everyone. Feel that you are my owner."

Roman grabbed Seth's member in a tight grip. The younger man could reach the orgasm. Seth moaned, bathed in sweat.

"But you know better, you know we're both prisoners of this sick feeling. You know that nobody can give us the pleasure we receive from the other. You know you love me as much as I love you even if you can't say it. You hate loving me because you consider it a weakness, but you can't stop. That's why you try to get me away from you, for that you are hurtful. But if I left, you would die without me."

Seth had his eyes wide open. "You just trying to fool yourself!"

The younger man moaned and moaned.

"I think that's you, Sethie." Roman didn't allow him to climax. "C'mon admit it, free your soul."

"Please, I need to cum, please." Seth was begging and this was very strange.

"Just say the words and I will." Roman thrusted even harder, feeling that soon it would be him who couldn't contain himself anymore. It was too much pleasure.

"It's true... I love you; I love you! Fuck, set me free!" Seth could hardly speak, his eyes were rolling.

Roman grunted and freed his lover from the sweet torture. In a few last thrusts Roman felt the waves of ecstasy seizing his body and finally the pleasure consumed him, filling his lover with his warm essence.

"I love you too, Seth."

And that was it, Seth climaxed as he had never done before. Admitting a truth that made him feel ashamed, because it made him feel weak. It was the best orgasm of his life.

I want it filthy

I hate you for every time you ever bled for me

When both could think again, when their spent bodies tired from the fight, sex and love could react. Seth noticed what had he said and sat on the bed immediately.

"What it feels to lose control?" Roman smirked.

Seth growled in pure, unadulterated anger. "You're an asshole. But this doesn't change anything. I will never be yours."

Seth proceeded to dress. Roman remained in bed.

"I guess, I should not wait for you, then." Roman said with astonishing calmness.

Seth looked at him with the fire of hell in his eyes. "I won't be back tonight. I got what I wanted from you. I'll leave you to enjoy remembering your failure, your mistakes. So that you think about the pleasure that everyone felt when they saw you defeated and humiliated. By remembering your cousins raising your supposed best friend in arms, the best friend who defeated you as if you were nothing to him."

Roman smiled. "Nah, tonight I better remember how you said you loved me in the middle of the biggest orgasm of your life. While you go in search of pleasure only to realize that you can't replace me."

And for the first time it was Seth who left the room frustrated. For the first time, Roman didn't end up in the same routine of feeling lonely and empty.

Their relationship was toxic, they hated each other deeply, they loved each other deeply. They hurt each other and both were prisoners of those opposite feelings. They were both trapped in that prison that none wanted to leave.

FIN