A/N OH MY GOD THIS CHAPTER WAS THE WORST THING IN THE WORLD. I wrote a chapter that was really happy, forgot I'd posted it, and went to go post it before only to find my laptop had fucked up and deleted everything. So I've had to write the entire damn thing from scratch! Anyway, hope you enjoy, please review and let me know what you think is going to happen next or just what you thought :)

Seth sat on his knees, the hard pavement digging into his knees. His body was wet from the rain cascading down, and he couldn't tell were the rain stopped and his tears began. But in that moment, Seth didn't care. Yesterday his life was perfect. He had Roman and Dean. He had a perfect boyfriend and an almost normal best friend. Everything was amazing. And now? Well, there was a massive chance he'd lost everything. He'd made a mistake. A stupid, idiotic mistake, one that he didn't even remember making. And now because of it, he'd had to watch as Roman walked away from him. Not for the first time, he was completely lost.

THE NIGHT BEFORE

Seth looked around the bar they were in with slight distain. The three of them had agreed to accompany the rest of the locker room to their hotel bar for a few 'post-Raw' beers, but the place was unbelievably tacky. But despite the look of the place, and the fact he was already slightly tipsy off his second beer (and Roman would never let him live down what a light weight he was) Seth couldn't help but smile as he felt a muscular pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind. He and Roman had been together for about two months, and had gone public with their relationship only a week after it started, something that to this day still shocked Seth. Roman had grabbed hold of him in the middle of the hall way during Raw one night, despite there being a rather large crowd there waiting for the main event to finish, and kissed him in a less than friendly way. Of course the larger man had winked and retreaded rather quickly leaving Seth to answer the popular question of 'what the fuck was that?' But everyone, with a few minor exceptions, had accepted it and nobody bothered them, much to Seth's relief. Even Dean had been suspiciously cool with it. He remembered Dean walking into their shared locker room, looking slightly sheepish, and asked Seth for forgiveness for his actions. He'd told Seth he was sorry for what he'd done, he'd been so stressed over their whole storyline and he just couldn't handle it, so he'd lashed out in the first way he thought of. And Seth, being unable to resist Dean's pretty blue eyes that were almost filled with tears, had quickly caved and hugged the other tightly, telling him it would be okay, and Seth forgave him.

After that Dean seemed pretty much back to his normal self. He'd even gone as far as teasing Seth about the way his eyes apparently lit up when Roman was in the room. Seth thought that was bull shit, there was no way he was that girly, but he was so happy to have his best friend back he hadn't bothered arguing. Mind you, the way he'd blushed when Roman had waltzed in and pecked him on the cheek wouldn't really have helped his argument.

His blush returned in that moment and he felt Roman's teeth nibbling at his ear lobe. He tried to stay quiet but he had to bite his lip as he felt Roman's mouth move to his neck. Roman's teeth clamped down on his neck and he could feel the other sucking the skin there, knowing it would leave a mark. Seth knew he should stop him but he couldn't help but move his head to the side instead, allowing the other more access to his skin. There was just something about Roman marking him that turned him on endlessly. He moaned quietly in disappointment when Roman stopped his ministrations and removed his lips from Seth's neck, but as much as he missed what Roman had been doing to him, it wasn't worth the embarrassment he'd face if he got a hard on in front of half the locker room. He turned around and pecked Roman on the lips, giving him a small smile before he untangled himself from the others embrace and moved to mingle with some of the divas there. They'd been surprisingly more friendly since he'd come out, some crap about loving to have gay best friends or whatever. No matter whether he was straight, gay, bi or fucking transgender Seth would never understand chicks. They were just fucking weird. But as strange as they were, he enjoyed hanging out with them, so he let the weirdness slide for now, but the second they started asking him about his sex life he was out of there.

While Seth was deep in conversation with the divas, he failed to notice ice blue eyes watching him from across the room, a dangerous smirk plastered on the man's plumb lips. Tonight was the night. Tonight, he'd have Seth Rollins. No matter what. Moving gracefully he slide towards the bar, ordering two beers. With a quick scan around to make sure nobody was watching, he pulled out a small vile. Emptying the contents into one, he quickly wrapped his lips around the other, gulping almost half of it, to make sure he didn't get confused between them. It wouldn't do him any good if he drugged himself. That'd just be stupid. He put the vile back into his jacket pocket, before sauntering over to where his princess stood, swaying his hips as he walked. He slid in easily in the spot next to Seth, offering the other a warm smile and tilling the beer in his direction. Seth, not thinking anything of it, took the beer Dean held out gratefully and swigged some of it. He face wrinkled slightly at the odd taste but he didn't say anything, and continued to drink it slowly, probably not wanting to offend Dean. How cute. The older man did his best to hide his smirk behind his own drink, but he couldn't help himself. Soon, Seth would be his again. Only a few minutes later, he saw the effects the drink were having on Seth, the younger mans eyes clouding over and he started swaying on his feet. Trying to mask his grin with fake concern, he scanned the room for Roman, and had to hold back a cheer of delight as he saw the other swaying in his own seat, obviously having drank too much in the company of the Uso's. He wrapped an arm around Seth's waste and pulled him close, before turning to a concerned looking group of divas.

'I don't think that beer agreed with him. He'd been complaining he felt like shit all night; it's probably just hit him the wrong way. I'm gonna take him upstairs and make sure he gets to his room okay, tell Roman not to worry, no point in his cutting off his fun, Seth'll be fine when he gets some sleep.'

To his shock, and delight, none of the divas seemed to question him. They were all probably less that sober as well. With a few 'take care of him' and 'call me if you need help' Dean was off, half dragging Seth to the elevator. He pushed the button for Seth's floor, and as soon as the doors closed he was all over the younger man. He pushed him roughly against the wall of the elevator, groping his ass through his jeans and kissing him roughly, raping Seth's mouth with his tongue. The other did nothing to stop him, letting out a few quiet moans and grinding his hips weakly against Dean. Dean almost yelled in triumph. His plan was working perfectly. When the doors pinged open to indicate they were at the designated floor, Dean reluctantly let go of Seth, putting his hand around the man's waist again, this time slipping a hand inside his pocket and squeezing his ass constantly as he dragged the other towards his room. Once they were there he quickly fished through Seth's pockets to find the key card, and wasted no time in opening the door and dragging the other inside. He laid the other on the bed, and stripped him of his clothes. He didn't want to waste time; it'd been far too long since he'd been inside his princess.

He undressed himself quickly as well, taking his already hard cock in his hand. It had started oozing with precum at the slit, and he used that to lube his dick up. He realised too late that in all his planning, he'd forgotten to bring lube. He knew Seth and Roman would have some around there somewhere but he didn't have time to go searching for it, so instead he rolled Seth over onto his back, grapping two hands full of ass before spreading those delicious cheeks apart, and driving his tongue into Seth. He licked up the crack, before pressing his tongue against the tight hole. Seth tasted so bitter sweet, Dean couldn't get enough. He drove his tongue in and out of Seth's almost willing body, and felt the two toned beauty pushing back slightly. What a slut. Even when he was drugged and practically unconscious he couldn't get enough. He tongue fucked Seth's ass until it was soaked with his saliva before regretfully pulling back. He could eat Seth's ass all night if he had the option. But right now, he needed to drive something else inside his sweet little ass.

Spitting onto his hand, he lubed his dick up as much as he could, before pressing his head at Seth's tight entrance. It still amazing Dean that no matter how hard or how many times Roman ploughed him, and from the thin hotel room walls he knew what was a lot, Seth still stayed as tight as he had that first night. Under normal circumstances Dean might have taken the time to prep Seth, but he just could wait. He pressed the head of his cock slightly into Seth's ass, meeting some resistance. He rubbed soothing circles on Seth's back before leaning down to wrap his arms around Seth's waist, holding the boy up on all fours. Seth's arms were shaky as he tried to hold up his own weight and Dean was so proud of his princess for trying even in the state he was in. Kissing his ear and whispering sweetly in his ear, almost as if to apologise, Dean thrusted into Seth's unprepared hole, feeling his ring tearing as he thrusted in. Seth didn't scream, couldn't scream, the drug had robbed him of his voice. But he heard the younger man groan and whimper in pain, tears streaming down his beautiful face. Dean stilled for a moment, licking a strip up Seth's neck, over his chin and up to his mouth. The rough scrape of Seth's beard under his tongue was so different to the smooth texture of his ass that Dean had felt under his tongue just moments ago, but it was all just so 'Seth'. He couldn't explain it. It just was.

Rocking his hips gently, Dean could feel Seth's blood lubricating his passage, making his movements easier. Making Seth bleed made Dean shake with arousal, he could smell the blood, and if he wasn't already balls deep inside his love he'd have dropped to his knees to taste it. but there was nothing better than Seth's ass clenching around him as he withdrew his cock to the tip before slamming it back in, repeating the movement over and over again. He didn't bother looking for Seth's prostate, the drug meaning the other couldn't get hard. Dean used his body, slamming into him over and over again, grabbing his hips as Seth's arms caved in and he fell forward, face landing on the pillow. Gripping the other man's hips hard enough to bruise the tanned flesh beneath him, Dean's thrusts grew erratic as he grew closer to his climax. Dean felt Seth somehow clench his ass tighter around Dean's cock and that was all it took to drive the other over the edge. He came screaming Seth's name, shooting his cum inside the others ass. He leaned forward to bite at Seth's neck hard as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. He panted as he leaned his sweat slicked chest against Seth's back, whispering in the others ear, thanking his, telling him how beautiful he was. When he eventually caught his breath he pulled out of Seth, and almost felt some remorse as he spotted the blood coating his cock. Almost.

He hobbled over to the bathroom on shaky legs, grabbing a wash cloth and cleaning up all traces of blood, before returning to the bed and pulling the covers around himself and Seth. Before he could move Seth turned around gingerly and laid his head on Dean's shoulder, curling up close to his side. The older man smiled his first genuine smile of the day, before wrapping an arm tight around Seth as they both drifted off into sleep.

THE NEXT MORNING

Roman stumbled to his room, hung over to fuck. When he found out Seth was ill he should have gone to find him immediately, but the divas all assured him he was in safe hands, and so he'd let his cousins convince him to stay and get beyond drunk. He didn't even remember getting back to the room but when he woke to the sounds of Jays snoring he knew he had to get up and go and check on his baby. A smile crossed his lips at the thought of seeing him. As much as he wouldn't admit it, because he refused to be the first to say it, he loved the younger man. Seth made him happier than he'd been in a long time. He reached their hotel room and pushed his key card into the small slot, waiting for the light to bleep before pushing the door open and stepping inside. And what he saw did nothing short of break his heart. There were clothes strewn all over the room, and there was a heavy smell of sex lingering in the room. But his eyes were drawn to the two figures wrapped up in the bed. There was no mistake at what had happened last night. The telling bruises on Seth's hips, the bite mark that Roman had not made, and the nakedness they both possessed while they were wrapped in each other's arms made it more than obvious. Seth had cheated on him.

Hearing a sharp intake of breath drew Seth out of his slumber. For a moment he didn't know where he was, not remembering anything of the previous night. His eyes blinked open slowly and as he took in the scene around him his heart sank. He was in bed with Dean, his boyfriend stood by the foot of the bed, eyes furiously unreadable. He'd had sex with Dean. He could feel it. But that couldn't be right. He'd never cheat on Roman, especially not with Dean. He felt his eye welling up with tears as he stared at Roman, not bothering to hide them. He jumped out of Dean's embrace, his naked form shaming him for once. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, but before he could say anything Roman had already turned and walked away. Not caring that he wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes he ran after the older man, screaming at him to stop. But he didn't. He continued outside and jumped into his rental, speeding off. Seth felt his legs grow week as he fell to his knees. He was too numb to feel the rain falling against his bare skin. The droplets soaked him, but it was the thought of what he might have, no, what he had done that was making him shake. He felt like he was going to throw up. He was so happy with Roman. He loved the other man. So why the hell would he have slept with Dean? He didn't know. All he knew now as he sat in the rain, drenched and cold, watching the love of his life drive away, was that'd he'd screwed up big time. And he had no idea how to fix it.

A/N – DUN DUN DUN! Will Seth ever figure out what Dean did? Will Roman ever take him back? Will there be more sex in the next chapter? Okay that one is a yes. There's no denying it. BUT WHO WILL BE HAVING SEX WITH WHOM?! I'll be having sex with all of them.