"You like it dirty, huh?" Seth asked. It appeared he was intentionally making his voice sound seductively.

"Don't," Dean begged. He turned his face because he couldn't handle the sight. He was already disgusted enough by the closeness of Seth's naked body.

"You wanted to play. . . ."

This was probably the time when Dean was supposed to rethink his behavior, stop fooling around, stop making jokes of others and forcing them to do things they did not want to. If Seth was doing this in order to make Dean realize it was time to act his age, he would perhaps leave it as soon as Dean did. But this theory had to be wrong. At that moment, Dean looked as though he had surrendered. He wasn't enjoying the game, he was suffering because of it. Yet Seth continued. With excitement.

Seth's hands again found their why on Dean's hips. Dean made a mistake of looking up. From that moment on, Seth watched his eyes and Dean was unable to look away. Seth kept an eye contact to be able to intervene as soon as Dean decides to object. Whether it was the fear caused by the self-assured look was hard to tell, but Dean did not move. Not even when Seth started to move his left hand up and down Dean's waist. It brought a ticklish sensation which was far from pleasurable. Dean felt uncomfortable, but that was something Seth had to know since he kept persistently staring into Dean's frightened eyes.

The smile on Seth's face looked more evil that it was supposed to. Unaware of this, Seth added to the hostility that Dean was feeling toward him by getting closer to him. Their bodies were almost touching. For somebody looking from distance he might have resembled Randy Orton before he hits his RKO.

"Close your eyes," Seth suggested to Dean, "it'll make it easier for you."

Dean swallowed with difficulty. This all become unbearable. He required personal space. He needed to get air. But he was surrounded and he was too weak to do anything about it. So he listened to Seth and closed his eyes.

"Be quick," Dean said his wish before shutting down his consciousness. He didn't want to know what would happen.

Seth moved back to his previous position. Then he moved even further so that he'd be able to take off Dean's underwear. When he did, he put it aside and stood up.

He stared at Dean just lying there. Then he asked, "What do you think is going to happen?"

It took Dean a while to get himself to respond. He didn't even notice Seth was no longer on top of him. Because he wasn't sure what would follow, he kept his eyes shut. "I don't know," he mumbled. When Seth wanted to say something, he added, "I don't want to know."

"Dean," Seth called.

Dean did not reply. He went on trying to isolate himself from the outside world. His head was on the ground, sideways. The reason was if he opened his eyes, Seth wouldn't be the first thing he'd see.

"Dean . . . stand up."

Now he noticed that the voice came from great distance that it was supposed to. He opened his eyes and looked in front of him. First thing he noticed was that he was naked. Not that he already didn't know; it was just that now he saw it too. Then he saw Seth.

"Are you . . . are you scared of me?" Seth asked.

Dean shook his head. But he was. That was why he remained in the same position and seemed unwilling to stand up. He wasn't very eager to speak either.

"Why don't you stand up?" It sounded like a friendly suggestion. In fact, Seth's tone has changed. His whole attitude appeared more relaxed.

Suspicion wouldn't leave Dean. "Why do you want me to stand up?" he asked. In his mind, there was a belief that Seth had a plan that involved Dean. It had to involve something he would oppose, but Seth would make him do it anyway. Somehow, though, Seth's standing up did not seem to follow the course.

"I don't want you to stand up. I'm just telling it's a possibility. You do whatever you want. You just appear like you've lost all your free will." Seth acted as if there was no reason for Dean to be hesitant about doing something. But in reality, it wasn't like he was not punished for his actions before.

Dean sat up, that was the first step. But he remained unsure whether doing something was the right choice. Wasn't Seth trying to trick him into something?

Seth did not care. He looked at the ground to his left, not at Dean. He was interested in the piece of fabric laying there. Dean's underwear. Seth's goal wasn't to get Dean naked . . . for some reason that would require that condition. All he wanted was to make him take off his clothes . . . so that he could use it.

He did not waver when he was about to put on other man's underwear. It was something. Anything that would make him less naked was welcomed.

Now Dean finally came to himself. He stood up – he jumped up. "What are you doing?" he asked. His voice lost all the uncertainty and fear. Concern emerged. Mixed with discontent, and even annoyance. The courage that it took for Seth to put on something that touched somebody else's private parts – the courage that Dean would never gather – was of no importance to Dean. He found the action inappropriate and insulting. "What are you doing?!" That was close to a shout.

"You think you can undress me and ruin my clothes and I'll let you walk around with your clothes on?" Seth grabbed Dean's pants and laughed. "No, no, no. You taste your own medicine."

Dean's reflexes were fast. He grabbed the pants that Seth was holding, about to put it on. "You're not wearing my clothes," Dean angrily informed him.

"Oh, I am. I don't mind to fight for it. . . . I know I'll win."

"Really?" Dean asked, smiling.

Seth did not get the meaning of that smile. Only when Dean pulled the pants and tore it apart Seth realized it was "I have it, or nobody." Of course he wasn't happy with Dean's solution. And Dean wasn't done yet. He picked up his T-shirt and destroyed that one as well . . . even though Seth did not seem particularly interested in it.

Then Dean focused on Seth's crotch. "Take it off," Dean commanded. It was interesting to see how quickly he regained confidence. Just few minutes ago he was helplessly lying on the ground, scared of his own shadow, now he was assured he could make Seth his puppet again. All this, naked. "Take it off, or I'll tear it off you."

At first Seth refused to surrender, no matter the circumstances, but then he realized what may happen to him if he keeps fighting. He gave Dean a good example earlier when he kicked him the balls . . . twice. That wasn't something Seth wanted to undergo. Besides, Seth was sure Dean kept a list of all possible ways to hurt people. He didn't want to become a guinea pig. But avoiding violence would mean he would have to give up the clothes. Clothes that he worked so hard to get.

After careful consideration, he decided to take off the underwear.

"Right choice," Dean commented, and leaned to take it. Before he could, Seth stepped on it.

"You're not getting it either," Seth told him.

Confusion was resolved as soon as Seth destroyed that piece of clothing as well. Now there was nothing left.

Except . . . Roman, they simultaneously remembered. Fortunately, Roman was quick enough to hide the phone. They wouldn't know about the picture…s. Or the video…s. But he wasn't sure what they wanted him to become part of. He wanted to take their mind off whatever they were thinking of. "You know you're naked, right?" he noted.

"Yeah, you mind?" Dean asked.

"No."

"Good. Then you won't mind getting naked as well."

Roman looked at Dean, then at Seth. Did they just become partners? The hostility seemed to have disappeared, and although they were standing right next to each other, there were no signs they would start fighting. Unless they would fight him. Dammit! These alliances are so weak. Just minutes ago he was teaming with Dean. Fuck you, Seth, he thought to himself. If it wasn't for Seth's stupid suggestion, he would be safe. Never become neutral. Never!

He better try to escape before it's too late. He ran, as others did before. Would he be the one, the only one, to succeed in running away? He damn wished so. 'Cause that image of two naked guys running after him would haunt him in his sleep. And if they were to catch him . . . jump on him and get him on the ground. . . . That'd become a nightmare that would torment him for the rest of his life.