Dean couldn't help the feeling of dread that pooled in his stomach as realisation hit him. Ever since he'd... convinced Seth to sleep with him two weeks ago he'd had a lot of strange emotions welling up inside him. He almost felt violated by them. But he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. He and Seth had been spending a lot more time together, and Seth had started warming to the idea of them maybe being more that friends. He hadn't said anything but he'd started snuggling with him when they watched TV, holding his hand when nobody was looking, sleeping in Dean's bed because 'he was cold' even though it was the middle of summer. He'd even kissed Dean on a few occasions. Not much, just a tiny peck on the cheek or even the lips, as a way of wishing him luck or congratulating him, or even just thanking him for not going away. And it warmed Dean's heart slightly everytime he did. He'd found himself smiling more often, just being generally happier when he was with the younger man even though they hadn't had sex. And that was enough to scare Dean in its own right. But it wasn't just that. There was something else as well. And that something was Roman fucking Reigns.

The older man had stopped speaking to both of them as soon as he'd found them in bed together. He'd stopped hanging around with them, going to the gym with them, sometimes he still refused to look at them. He was heartbroken, he'd been completely in love with Seth and Dean had ruined that by taking advantage of the younger man. And Dean didn't give a fuck. Watching Roman beat the shit out of people in the ring because he was angry at them was actually rather amusing to Dean. It brightened his spirits in a twisted way. But no, it was Seth that was the problem. Everytime he saw Roman his eyes would follow the bigger man everywhere. And god he looked so heartbroken when Roman refused to acknowledge him. He missed the other terribly, and Dean was a poor substitute for the way Roman had loved him, Dean didn't need anyone to say it. Roman was gentle and caring, Dean just wanted to bang him. Or so he thought until this started happening. But now, looking at the pain in Seth's eyes everytime Roman walked into the room made his heart ache for reasons he couldn't quite figure out. Until now. Everything, every tiny little thing came crashing into him and the same time and the new realisation left him holding onto his chest, struggling for breath. He was in love. He was in love with Seth Rollins. Fuck.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Dean wasn't supposed to fall in love with his friend. What was there to love anyway? His stupid two toned hair, his stupid brown eyes. And he was a grown ass man for fucks sake. Grown men weren't supposed to be pretty. They weren't supposed to have a smile that'd make people go weak at the knees. They weren't supposed to be beautiful, and caring, and sweet and so damn sensitive. They just weren't. But Seth was. Stupid fucking Seth and his stupid fucking face and his stupid fucking personality. But fuck it all if Dean didn't love everything about the other. And now he didn't have a clue what he was supposed to do.

He knew what he'd done had caused him princess heartbreak. But he didn't know how to fix it. If he lied about everything Roman probably still wouldn't talk to either of them. But if he told the truth he'd lose Seth forever. And he didn't know what was worse. No Seth or a broken Seth. Either way he had some major thinking to do.

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When he returned to the hotel room he was sharing with Seth he was planning on sitting by the large window and contemplating his decision for a while, because it seemed like a logical thing to do in this situation, but that didn't seem likely when he stepped through the door. Seth was stood there in the middle of the room shirtless, jeans undone and riding low on his hips. He was pouting and huffing, seemingly unable to do something but Dean for the life of him couldn't figure it out.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked suspiciously, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"My backs itchy and I can't reach it; I've been trying for hours!" Okay that was definitely an exaggeration, Dean had only been gone 15 minutes and he was fine when Dean left. But he decided to play along.

"Awe, poor baby. Do you want Deano to scratch it for you?" He tried not to smirk when Seth's eyes lit up, nodding his head enthusiastically. He stepped behind the other man, feeling the heat radiating off his bare skin. Starting at the top of his back, Dean raked his nails down slowly, enjoying the feeling of the skin beneath his fingertips. It was so smooth, Dean wanted to bite it, but he didn't. He repeated the notion, digging slightly harder when he hear Seth gasp. His nails were leaving red marks all over Seth's back, but a throaty moan coming from the other convinced Dean he didn't care. He probably even liked it.

He stopped his ministrations when Seth turned to look at him, eyes clouded over with lust, and an obvious bulge in his jeans. Dean could feel his mouth watering at the sight, wanting so badly to run his tongue all over Seth .his abs, his chest, his hips, any piece of skin he could find. But he didn't, he didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to be able to touch this beautiful creature stood before him. It was kind of hard to tell Seth that however considering the other had decided Dean was taking too long and jumped him. Literally. He jumped on the older man, wrapping his legs around his hips and pressing his lips into Deans in a hard, hungry kiss that left Dean needing more. This was wrong; Dean needed to stop him, to tell him the truth. But as Seth ground his hips down to rub his erection against him, Dean decided the truth could wait until after he got laid.

Moving his arms so he could grab two handfuls of Seth's perfectly round ass, he ran his tongue against Seth's lips, who opened them almost immediately to allow Dean access. Their tongues entwined in a battle for dominance that Seth knew he'd lose, but he fought anyway as Dean carried him over to the bad, slamming him back on it and grinding his hips down against Seth's. He knew this was wrong. Seth was going to hate him when he told him the truth. But if this was the last time he was ever going to get to touch his princess, he was going to make it count. Detaching from Seth's mouth he kissed his way down Seth's neck, down his chest, his abs, only stopping once he'd reached fabric. Moving to pull his jeans and boxers off at the same time he discarded them on the floor. He kissed his way back up Seth's calf, up his thigh and stopped when he reached the top, choosing to run his tongue over the deep V of Seth's hips. He knew he was driving the younger man crazy and that made him smile. He didn't know why Seth wanted this. But he was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

He felt Seth running a hand through his hair, grabbing some of his dirty blond locks and practically shoving Dean's face towards his cock. Dean complied, running his tongue up the underside of it before wrapping his lips around the head, sucking firmly. He moved further down Seth's cock and pulled back up again, dragging his teeth gently along the skin. He repeated the motion several times before finally giving up on teasing the poor boy and plummeting his mouth as far down as he could go, sucking hard, running his tongue over every bit of skin he could. He curled his tongue around Seth's dick, feeling the others grip tighten on his hair. He felt his own cock growing harder and he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer; he needed to be inside Seth. Even if it was for the last time.

Reluctantly releasing Seth's cock, Dean moved to undress himself before a pair of hands gripped his wrists. He watched as Seth got up onto his knees and crawled over to him, stopping when he was kneeling at the edge of the bed in front of Dean. Dean allowed his hands to drop back by his sides and he watched in fascination as Seth started undressing him, raising his arms in compliance as he lifted his shirt off, and standing deadly still as Seth started undoing his pants. It was so intimate, never rushed, and Dean felt a cloud of guilt hovering over him. He didn't deserve this. But it was too late to stop now.

His dick smacked against his stomach when Seth lowered his boxers, and he stepped away from the other long enough to remove them completely along with the rest of his clothes. Moving back towards the bed he let Seth run his hands over his chest, before gripping his hips and pulling him close. Dean leaned down and captured Seth's lips once more, the feeling of those soft, plump lips against his own making the guilt melt away. If only for now. He pushed Seth back and climbed on the bed after him, moving them until they were both comfortable. He settle between Seth's newly spread legs, their lips still firmly attached, and felt Seth nudging his hand. Breaking apart he looked down and noticed Seth was handing him a bottle of lube he'd gotten from god knows where. That little fucker had been planning this.

Not wanting to hurt him this time, Dean took the lube gratefully and spread a generous amount onto his fingers before pressing one against Seth's hole. He tried taking things slow as he pressed his finger inside Seth, but the feeling of his tight, warm heat surrounding Dean made him growl, and he started fucking Seth with his finger. Pulling back he added a second one, but he slowed his ministrations down when he saw Seth wince. This time, he thought, I'm not going to hurt him. Not now. Not ever again.

He started scissoring his fingers inside the younger man, in this moment more concerned with prepping him that pleasuring him. But that soon changed when his fingers ran across a small bundle of nerves and Seth moaned his name, begging him to do it again. He couldn't help the smirk that formed over his face as he ran his fingers over that sensitive bundle again, and again, watching as Seth withered beneath him, panting and begging for more. And who was his to not give his princess exactly what he wanted? So he added a third finger, making sure his baby was prepped and ready, before finally pulling out and pouring lobe over his cock, making sure he was slicked up enough before pressing it against Seth's quivering hole. Placing one hand my Seth's side and wrapping the other around the base of his cock, he guided it inside Seth, moving slowly, until he was fully inside the younger man. Gripping Seth's hips lightly he gave the other time to adjust, but apparently he waiting too long because Seth looked him in the eyes and demanded Dean gave him the best fuck of his life.

So Dean grabbed Seth's legs, throwing them on his shoulder, and started pounding. He didn't hold back, trusting into the other as hard as he could, and Seth seemed to be enjoying every second of it, moaning and screaming Deans name. Dean couldn't help but admire the way Seth's body bended, and just how damn flexible the other way. He continued drilling his cock into Seth, legging one leg fall off his should as he grabbed Seth's cock, jerking it in time with his trusting. He could feel himself getting close, the heat swallowing his cock dragging him towards orgasm, but he held on. He needed to see Seth come first, he needed to see that beautiful face in the mist of pleasure, needed to know what he looked like when he finally grasped that orgasm he was so desperately chasing. He needed it. So he trusted harder, hitting Seth's prostate with every jerk of his hips and starting jerking him faster, knowing Seth was as close as he was. All it took was a few more thrusts and Seth was coming, covering them both with his seed, his face twisting up in pleasure, ass clenching and practically chocking Dean's cock.

And that was all Dean needed. He came, still buried balls deep inside Seth, the younger man's name resting on his lips. He let Seth's other leg fall off his shoulder as he leaned forward, forehead resting against Seth's as both men tried to catch their breath. Dean swallowed nervously. He knew what was going to follow would be the end of his and Seth's relationship. Not only was he losing his princess, he was losing the one person in the world who actually cared about him; he was losing his best friend. He was losing everything. And he deserved to lose it.

Pulling out of Seth slowly he dressed himself and watched out of the corner of his eye as Seth did the same. He saw a look in Seth's eye, like he was confused about why Dean had pulled away so suddenly. But Dean knew the longer he stayed near Seth, the harder this was going to be, and it was already going to kill him. Turning to face Seth, he avoided looking him in the eye as he spoke, hoping to miss any looks that might break his heart that little bit more.

"Seth, we need to talk. God, I can't believe I'm saying this. I shouldn't have fucked you then, it was wrong. I know that. But I couldn't help it, god you're just so beautiful, how could I ever say no to you?" He looked up at Seth in that moment, seeing a brief look of happiness flash in his eyes at the compliment before he quickly became confused again.

"Dean, what are you saying? Why do we need to have a talk?"

"Because, Seth, this can't happen again. It won't happen again. Not when you know the truth, when I tell you what I've done. You won't even want to look at me. And who could blame you? You'll hate me; you'll probably never even look at me again. And we won't be able to work together, it'll be the end of the Shield, I'll probably lose my job and end up on the streets or something. Fuck I should have thought this through. But there's no time for that. I need to tell you the truth, now, but fuck I just don't know what to say."

"Dean, stop, you're rambling. What the hell are you talking about, what could you possibly do to make me hate you? You're my best friend Dean. I love..."

"I raped you." Dean cut Seth off before he could finish saying what he knew Seth was about to say. He couldn't take it; he couldn't listen to Seth saying that. It'd kill him. The look on Seth's face didn't change, he simply became more confused, and somewhat frustrated at Dean for his incoherent ramblings. What the hell was he talking about?

"I raped you. The other week when you got drunk and slept with me, well, you didn't. I drugged you. I knew Roman would find us the next day and leave you, it was the only way I could have you to myself. And god I wanted you so badly. I still do, but I don't deserve you. Not after what I've done. And it's not even the first time. I did it before, but you knew about that, you just chose to forget it because it made things too complicated. Well I didn't forget, I remember. I remember how scared you were, how much you cried, and the look of hate in your fucking eyes when you looked at me. I'm tired of it; I'm tired of hurting you and pretending its okay because it's not. I love you and I can't have you. Nothing's okay, nothings ever going to be okay Seth." Dean hadn't realised but by the end of his speech he was crying, tears cascading down his face and he didn't bother to stop them. The raw emotion displayed on his face shocked Seth more than anything he'd said. And Dean didn't know it, but Seth had his own confession to make.

"I know Dean. I've always known."

"What?" Now it was Dean's turn to look confused. What did he mean he knew?

"I've know the whole time that you drugged me. I mean, I couldn't remember a damn thing, I only started feeling ill after you gave me that funny tasting beer, and there's no way I'd ever cheat on anyone, drunk or not. And you'd been acting shady as fuck all night. It was kind of obvious when I thought about it."

"What?! You knew the entire time? So why the fuck didn't you say anything? Why the fuck didn't you get me fired, or get Roman to beat the shit out of me? And why the fuck did you just have sex with me?" Dean was practically screaming with frustration. How could Seth have known and still act like nothing had happened? Dean was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, Seth was just as fucked up as he was.

"Because Dean, I love you. It took me a while to realise it, but it all makes sense. I can't stand not having you around; you've always been there for me, especially after Roman walked out and abandoned me. You'd never leave me like he did. I know that. And yeh, you drugged me, but nobody else has ever gone through that much trouble just to have me. I know you love me, just in your own twisted little way, and at first I was scared but now, I'm ready. I'm ready to be yours. If you want me. Do you Dean? Do you still want your princess?"

Dean couldn't help the smug grin that formed on his lips as he moved forward, embracing Seth and pressing his lips against the smaller mans. Finally, he thought, his princess was where he belonged; in Deans arms. And Dean was going to make sure that never changed.

A/N – DUN DUN DUN! Seth is pretty psychotic, don't him and Dean fit well together? But don't worry, you haven't seen the last of Roman Reigns. He'll be back in the next chapter. But you'll have to stay turned to find out what he does ;) Read and review as always please! Love you guys!