He refused to love.
Didn't want it, didn't need it, Seth reminded himself at each daily workout, no matter how many times he felt like slipping, especially when Dean fawned over him, he couldn't.
He couldn't because his life growing up was filled with hate and now as an adult, he knew nothing else.
Funny how his half brother Punk had had a similiar childhood, sharing the same useless drunk of a father but Phil had found dozens, then hundreds of true friends and as he aged, a abundment of various lovers, male and female.
Funny, yeah. But Seth wasn't laughing.
The other problems took form as Corey and Jayge.
A unfair situation to say the least. Justin had slipped away from him, and literally ran away from Punk.
Corey was over-rated, scum of the earth indeed, now warming his bed with that which was rightfully Seth's, his Puppy, so to speak.
Drew, however, he did not see as competition. Drew was less than nothing, might as well prepare himself to head out the down, bags packed.
Drew was past.
Seth was present AND future.
And Corey, the roadblock, the competition for SA flesh( NOT Leo's!) was in the way.
Had to be removed asap.
The loud hyena whoop and cackle made him jump in his seat.
Tiny twin white orbs glowing in the dark room as Seth stumbled through, feeling for the light switch.
Roman on the couch, Leo on top of him, an interrupted makeout session.
'Doing it in the dark,Romes?'
'Yeahhhhh.'
'I think best in the dark...bad thoughts...' Leo grinned the smile of an escaped mental patient.
Seth shuddered.
He couldn't stand Leo either.
Another weird creep that had to go.
Usually when Justin was alone with Drew for hours in a room with a bed, splendid events took place.
The toybox emptied, whips and chains.
His newest plaything, a big silver O ring, meant to be held vertically in the mouth with long chains attached hanging down into sharp little clamps that pinched the nips.
That way Jayge couldn't speak, not without pinching, yanking pain to his chest.
And the ring was a good snug fit, male anatomy slid right in, down into a willing, eager mouth.
But this time was different, fun hadn't yet began, cancelled in fact to all of the bruises, spread over Justin's back and belly, so dark even body makeup couldn't hide them all.
Drew held him, very gently instead.
'This is the life you've chosen? Letting someone kill you slowly?'
'I wouldn't do this if YOU'D stay away from your ex wife!'
'Don't put blame on me because you get a rush from attempted suicide!'
'Don't yell at me for doing stupid things when do them too!'
Drew felt a pang, knotted thorns around his throat, choking him. Justin was right, in a way.
'Calm down before you bleed out completely.'
'I'm okay.'
'I'll call for help.'
'Please don't.'
'No matter what i don't want you to be hurting like this.'
'Gaan huis toe met my?'
'I...I don't...'
'PLEASE? I've wanted it for years now it seems like.'
'Jayge, I'm probably not on the card. Any card for that matter.'
'If you are, will you?'
'Of course I would.'
'Thanks.'
That was the full force of the trauma that young Were had suffered, so exhausted he was asleep at night instead of wide awake and bouncing around.
Drew smiled tenderly, kissed the healing split lip, the puffy black eyes, each finger, each hand before dozing off himself.
Still holding his beloved, the great Protector and his Packmate.
Others not far away, on the prowl, hunting for them.
