Everything was ruined. "Seth?" Dean correctly guessed. It was strange how he identified Seth immediately and based only on short laughter but couldn't recognize Roman while was had been talking to him the whole time.

But Roman did not give a damn about anything odd about the situation. All that mattered to him was that Seth spoiled the surprise. All the hard work going to waste. That did not make Roman happy at all. So he pointed the gun at Seth and pulled the trigger.

Seth stood in amazement, or rather shock, with mouth open. "Did you just shoot at me?" Seth asked, sounding, and being, reasonably annoyed. "You think this is a fucking game?" Yes, maybe Roman took it a bit too far and let his emotions get the best of him but he got a good reason, in a way.

"What's going on?" Dean interrupted the conflict, the standoff between Seth and Roman. His face expression went from fear to confusion to let-me-fucking-see. His eyes may have been closed but he was positive it was Seth who laughed. Also he was the one who posed those questions. And it did not sound as though he was in real danger. Irritation, not fear, was what defined his tone. Of course. The gun did not fire. That meant that the chances of it having any bullets in it were slight. That meant . . . "Roman?" Dean asked. His curious voice changed when he remembered what his "friend" was just about to make him do. "Roman!" he shouted, and was furiously shaking his body to get out of the enchainment.

Seth, still irritated by what Roman tried to do to him, was the one to set Dean free. For Roman it was too soon to admit the surrender. But the reality was that Dean knew what was happening by now anyway. There was no point in denying so Seth took the tape off Dean's eyes.

"I should have known," Dean exclaimed annoyed. His eyes automatically looked at Roman and not his savior. He needed to give Roman a brief hateful look first. Then he focused on Seth who was untying the rope binding his hands. Dean told Seth, "You are angry because he shot at you? He was pointing gun at me the whole time, he fired, and he almost cut my throat." Speaking of what almost had happened, Dean remembered, "He almost killed me when he threw some stone at me!"

"Yeah, that was actually me," Seth admitted awkwardly. "I'm sorry about that. I did not mean to hurt you."

Apology or no apology, Dean got angered at him. And he hasn't even seen yet what the injury looked like. He knew there was blood. It hurt too, but he was able to ignore the pain. What he couldn't ignore was something else that happened, or might have happened during Dean's struggle for survivor. That was the reason why he let go of resentment for Seth and replaced it with anger for Roman. Trying to kill someone was one thing but . . . "Roman was going to make me suck his dick!" That was the bottom line. The fact that mattered to Dean the most. And at that point Dean discovered what made the guys break the operation, why Seth laughed in the first place.

Roman meant to achieve the point where he'd one day be able to say, "Hey, remember that time Dean was going to give me a blowjob?" But instead he achieved something he did not really want to. Unfortunately, Seth and Dean were not letting that go. Dean cheered up when he could say, "I made you hard. The idea of me giving you a blowjob turned you on!"

"No!" Roman was vigorously refusing that although the facts were against him. "It's just that . . ." It wasn't that simple to come up with something to justify what was happening.

"I know, I know. It's just that you've been single for a long time," Dean repeated the made-up lie that Roman said when he was pretending to be Dean's kidnapper. "You've been going after us for so long . . . hey, maybe you'd act the say way if Seth was the object of your imagination. Or do you find me more attractive than him?" Dean kept on teasing him. He surprisingly quickly seemed to have let go of the unmoral joke he unwillingly became part of. It could be that making fun of Roman was more entertaining.

"I find neither of you attractive, okay?"

"Even you don't believe that."

"Stop it," Roman warned him.

"Listen to your body. Listen to that inner voice that keeps calling 'Dean, Dean. . . .' You know you want it. You crave for it. You crave for me." Dean really enjoyed pronouncing that last syllable. Not even anger in Roman's eyes could make him stop. And he had more to say. "I know this is against my principles, but how about my yesterday's offer? Would you like to reconsider?" Dean gave him what he thought to be a one in a lifetime opportunity. Not that he'd do it, he just wanted to plant that thought in Roman's brain to torture him.

"What offer?" Seth asked quietly – he did not mean to interrupt the tense conversation. Luckily he realized what Dean was talking about. He remembered yesterday, immediately after they arrived to this damned place, he and Roman joked about how Dean's making them leave their girls to go with him on a short trip made him the one to fulfil their animalistic needs. And he'd jokingly offered them his services which both guys kindly refused. Now since conditions had changed, Dean reopened the topic.

"If you keep pissing me off I'll say yes just to see what you'll do," Roman reacted to Dean's offer.

Roman's hope to make Dean lose his confidence failed. There was nothing anyone could do to take the wind out of Dean's sails. With a smirk on his face, he continued, and he enjoyed it. "Promise is promise. Just say the word and I'll be at your feet."

Seth just wanted to hear Roman saying "Do it." It would be really interesting to see how far they'd go. Was there a real chance that it might happen? How he wanted to know! This verbal battle had to get to an end and to him it appeared that the only way one of them could win was if the other one gave up. But they were too proud to give up. Therefore it might come down to the final stage where Dean'd get down on his knees and Roman'd pull out his dick. Not that Seth would enjoy it but damn, he would really enjoy it! Now only if there were a chair and a bag of popcorn. Maybe some lube . . .

"Don't try me," Roman said, having an intense staring contest with Dean. Neither of them would give up that easily.

Dean smiled. "Well, just say no then." In his mind it was all simple. He couldn't lose. He was like that one fish swimming among the sharks but not afraid at all. Yeah, it'd made sense for him to get worried – what if Roman's will kept strong and he would never surrender? – but that sick smile was far from leaving his bright face because he felt self-assured and, oh, so good. He was the one who pulls the strings of his puppets. He was the puppet master. Among other things.

Roman was working hard on the strategy. With the teasing he could continue only for a certain amount of time. Technically, his odds were same as Dean's. But his mind could in no way compete with Dean's psycho fucked-up mind. The ultimate question was, was he willing to take the risk? The good thing was that there was no audience. Yeah, Seth . . . but what would he do? Still. If it went wrong, Dean and Seth would remind him of his failure forever. Although failure might be a relative term. The reality, though, was that he was in a precarious situation which might make him do something he would otherwise never do.

Yet he had enough to courage to continue. "You wanna play?" Roman asked.

"If you're in I'm in."

"Let's play then," Roman said as he proceeded to unbutton his trousers, making Dean for a second visibly nervous. He covered it with a smile that brought him back to his stable state of mind and locked the face from any unwanted expressions.

"Go ahead. Get down!"