A/N – Two chapters in less than twenty four hours? Yes. That's right ladies. I hope it makes up for the fact I probably won't be posting for a couple of days, I'm working graveyard shifts and I'm going to be too tired to write anything.

This chapter is a little tamer than the last, but I hope you like it anyway. Anyone who reviews gets cookies! ... Please review? It makes my fic feel loved.

Roman stared in confusion at his two best friends, trying to figure out what was wrong. Dean seemed incredibly angry at something, but then again it was Dean, Roman would probably be more surprised if he wasn't angry. But the other man seemed hurt as well. Not that he'd ever admit it out loud. But no, it was mainly Seth that Roman was worried about. Looking at the youngest team member he could see Seth's eyes were red rimmed, almost as if he'd been crying for some time. He looked as though he hadn't slept all night, and had simply thrown his clothes on this morning, which was not like Seth at all. Seth was always the one who took forever to get ready, always wanting to look perfect, even when they were only going the gym. And the emotions written across his face were almost heartbreaking. He looked lost, confused, hurt, conflicted, and even a little angry. Seth had never been good at dealing with his emotions, and always ended up doing something he'd later regret in a vain attempt to make himself feel better. Roman had spent far too many nights consoling the other man, sat on his bathroom floor in floods of tears because he hadn't come to him in the first place, and he'd be damned if he let it get that far this time. Roman knew he had to find out what was up with the two toned man before Seth did something else that he'd regret, and he had to get to work soon. But first, he had a meeting to go to. He excused himself and swiftly left their shared locker room, vowing to get to the bottom of Seth's pain as soon as he was done.

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Seth nodded his head in Roman's direction as the other man headed off towards his meeting. He didn't want Roman to leave him here alone with... him. He couldn't look at Dean. He wouldn't look at him. After Dean had untied him last night Seth had sat on the bed and for once he had no idea how to handle Dean. He shouldn't have enjoyed what Dean had done to him. It shouldn't have felt so good. It was rape. Dean raped him. He wasn't gay. So why the hell had it felt so... right?

Seth knew Dean was angry at him. He had thrown his clothes on and left, refusing to let Dean touch him, and when he got back to the hotel after walking around aimlessly for god knows how long, Dean had been waiting for him, so he'd locked himself in the bathroom and refused to leave until Dean went away. He just didn't know what to do. What happened wasn't right, it shouldn't have happened, but it did, and Seth just didn't know how to handle it. He kept his eyes down cast even as a pair of boots entered his line of sight, stopping right in front of him. But he couldn't resist as a hand gently cupped his chin and forced his head up to meet a pair of eyes, for once almost as full of emotions as his.

"Where did you run off to yesterday? It really upset me you know. I gave you pleasure, you were enjoying every second of it, I know you were, so there's no use denying it princess"

There he went with that damn word again!

"I know you enjoyed it as much as me. If you'd stayed we could have talked, but you didn't, you ran like a fucking coward. Now tell me princess, why did you run off?"

All the fear in his body was soon replaced with anger as Seth ripped his chin from Dean's grip and raised up off the bench, standing toe to toe with him.

"You wanna know why I ran Dean? Because you fucking raped me! I didn't enjoy it, I know I didn't! I'm not even fucking gay, but you made me feel things I've never felt before, it felt so good but it was so fucking wrong, it shouldn't have happened! You never should have touched me! I don't want this, I never did, Jesus Christ Dean I have no idea what to do! What the hell have you done to me?"

Seth was practically screaming by the end, tears cascading down his face but he just couldn't stop. He wanted Dean, he wanted to feel him again, but he couldn't. He couldn't do it again. He was so lost and confused; he just didn't know what to do. He knew he wasn't gay so why the hell did he want to have sex with Dean? What did the older man have that made him feel this way?

Before he knew what was happening Dean have moved him around the bench to press him against one of the lockers. Deans lips attached firmly to Seth's neck and began sucking, nibbling, biting all the skin he could find there. As he nibble under Seth's ear he heard him gasp and he knew he'd found one of Seth's sensitive spots. He continued attacking the area, his tongue darting out to lick at it before he began nibbling at it again. He knew what he was doing was driving him crazy, but so far Seth hadn't told him to stop, and he had no intensions to anyway. The way he'd screamed at him had turned Dean on more than anything, but he knew he couldn't risk trying to fuck him, not here and not the way Seth was acting; only the Lord knew what would happen if he tried right now, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun.

He used the hand that had been stroking Seth's hair to run down his body slowly, reaching behind him to grasp a taunt butt check. He groped Seth's ass a few times before moving his hand around to the front, cupping him through his jeans.

'Well, look at that. He's already hard and I've barely touched him yet.'

He rubbed Seth's crotch with the palm of his hand before quickly undoing his pants and pulling his cock free. He stroked the other mans cock quickly, no having time to take it slow. He didn't know what Roman would be back and he couldn't risk the other man walking in on them like this. He rubbed his finger over the slit, gathering up as much pre-cum as he could and using it to slick up Seth's shaft, making it easier for him to please his partner. He continued at the same pace, pumping Seth's cock and soon felt the brown eyed man thrusting his hips forward in an attempt to get more contact.

"Come on princess, cum for me."

Not long after that Seth's trusts became erratic and he soon came all over Dean's hand.

After coming down from his high Seth looked up in time to see Dean licking his palm clean and sucking his fingers one by one until he'd rid his hand of all Seth's cum. He couldn't help but stare at the man as he was doing it, his face flushing. He wasn't gay. So why the hell had he allowed Dean, who less than 24 hours ago raped him, to jerk him off right there in the locker room where anyone could walk in and see? He hadn't even tried to stop him. He wiped his eyes furiously and turned away from Dean as he fixed himself, trying to make himself look even a small resemblance of normal before Roman came back. He couldn't let the other man know what had happened.

He felt Dean walk up behind him, wrap his arms around Seth's waist and kiss him gently on the back of the neck.

"You want this princess. You know you do. And it's only a matter of time before you learn to accept it."

With one final kiss to the back of his neck, Dean let go of him and Seth found himself missing the contact already. He quickly pushed that thought from his brain as he watched Dean pick up his cigarettes from his bag, pulling one out before dropping the packet back down and walking out.

"What the hell am I going to do?" Seth asked himself, as he dropped to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest before dropping his head as a fresh flood of tears pooled in his eyes. He let them drop freely as he began to sob quietly to himself, not noticing a new presence had entered the room until a deep voice boomed close to him, the sound echoing through the locker room.

"Seth, what the hell is going on?"

And as he looked up into his tag team partners' eyes, Seth, for once, remained silent. Because that question was one he had yet to figure out the answer to.