Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Threesome, Kidnapping, Threats, Possible Non-Con, etc.

When Seth finally left the bathroom, he found both of his lovers knocked out on the queen-sized bed. Roman had obviously made it to the bed first, as he took up the most room. But that could also be because the ex-football player had two or three inches on the other men and actually needed the extra room. Dean had landed on the far side of the bed, closest to the bathroom. And, like always, there was a hole between them for Seth.

Normally, Seth could hardly wait to climb in between them. Roman was like a human heater. Heat radiated off of his body and somehow, Seth always ended up wrapped around his body in the morning. And then there was Dean, who almost always ended up on the floor because Roman would stretch out and Seth would unwind from the Samoan's body, only to shove Dean off of the side of the bed. Dean never complained, however.

It was unique, the love that they shared. It was such a rarity to hear the words 'I love you' between them that some would question if there actually was love there. But the three members of The Shield found that actions spoke louder than words. For example, when Roman didn't kill Seth the first time that he had cuddled him in his sleep. Or rushing to the defense of whichever member was under attack. It was the little stuff.

Seth stared at the hole between them momentarily, the want that he felt indescribable. But he couldn't force himself to do it. It scared him how much he relied on the two men in the bed, and he couldn't help but think back to what if the letter was true. What if they didn't really love him? What if all of this was one elaborate hoax to tear him apart after he had already endured so much? Could they really hurt him like that?

Dean's eyes fluttered. The creak of the bathroom door must've awakened him. "Seth?" He slurred, drunk with sleep. "C'mon baby, it's time for bed." He patted the hole between himself and Roman slowly.

Seth's dark eyes flickered between Dean and Roman, who was still knocked out cold. That man could sleep through an explosion. "I need some fresh air. I think that I'm gonna take a walk."

Dean frowned. "At this hour? Seth, you were in the bathroom for three hours. It's two o' clock in the morning. Do you know what kind of crazy fucks roam the streets at two o' clock in the morning on New Year's Day?"

Seth smiled ruefully. "And what would they want with me, huh? I'm not exactly the first place trophy, in case you never noticed." He started to slide into his jacket.

"Where is this coming from, Seth? You're not like this." Dean was worried now. He made to get out of bed, but Seth fixed him with a fiery glare. "Is this about what was upsetting you earlier?"

"Can't we talk about this later? I don't want to deal with it now." Seth sighed. He should've known better than to think that Dean would let him just walk out like nothing was wrong.

"No. We can talk about this now." Dean hissed. "Seriously, Seth. What the fuck is the matter with you? One minute you're fine, happily bashing away at Ryback's skull, and the next, your sobbing and puking in the bathroom."

"I'm fine." But he didn't even believe himself.

"God, Seth, if you were a woman I'd think you were pregnant or something." Dean huffed out.

Seth felt tears start to well in his eyes. But he couldn't allow Dean the satisfaction of seeing him cry. "Well, I guess you're glad that I'm not. You wouldn't want to have babies that are as fucked up as I am."

Dean fell silent, unable to comprehend what had caused such a drastic change in Seth. Seth had always been a little emotional. He had a tolerance for pain like you wouldn't believe and got off on it like the Joker did on bloody murder. It was suffice to say that Seth had never been 'normal', and, truly, he wasn't sure that he wanted Seth to be normal. If he was normal, well… he just wouldn't be Seth anymore.

Hurriedly, Seth collected the rest of his stuff. He hadn't anticipated this little spat with Dean and now he felt worse than he had before. Would it really be so bad if he could have children? There was a chance that they'd turn out okay. His hands started to tremble again as he threw his duffel bag over his shoulder. A few tears leaked from his eyes, but he hid them behind the fan of his hair. He felt miserable and he couldn't imagine that he looked much better.

"Can't we talk about this in the morning, Seth? Roman needs to rest and you know he'll have both of our asses if we wake him up. Just come to bed, and -," but Seth cut him off.

"No, I don't want to hear it. For all I care, Reigns can take his bitchiness and shove it up his ass." Seth ran a trembling hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down. "I just need some fresh air, that's all."

"And what am I supposed to do if you don't come back? Don't be selfish, Seth."

Red bled before Seth's eyes. "I cannot believe that you just said that."

"What? That you're being selfish?" Dean rolled his eyes. "When have I been in the business of lying to you, babe?"

"I don't know. I just don't know anymore." He started toward the door. What he did know was that Dean hadn't lied when it came to Roman – he was a real bitch to wake up in the morning. "Don't wait up for me."

Seth slammed the door closed behind him. Dean knew better than to push the issue. He flopped down on the bed, hesitantly casting a look toward his bedmate. But Roman hadn't moved. He was still out cold, one arm strewn across his forehead, the other thrown over Seth's pillow. Dean sighed. It wouldn't do him any good to stress over the matter now. So he closed his eyes, but sleep did not come easily.

I see the last letter wasn't enough of a warning for you, huh, Seth? I can assure you that I won't be so nice the second time around. Do they know the truth, Seth? Do they hold you down, just like you like it? I bet you're too ashamed to tell them, because you know what they'll do. They'll laugh and they'll throw it right back in your face. They don't love you. They'd rather hurt you then see you happy. Just watch it all unfold, Seth. You'll soon see for yourself. But by then, it'll be too late…

Seth tore the note off of the hotel room door, disgusted. Angrily, he stuffed it into his pocket and stormed inside. Roman and Dean sat on the bed, half-eaten breakfast sandwiches from Subway on the bed. Dean acknowledged him with a steely look, while Roman didn't even bother to look up at all. Seth was used to that. Roman was the least vocal member of The Shield, after all, and it was no different at home.

Dean slid off of the bed and fixed the smaller man with a glare. "So, I see that you finally decided to come back. What the hell were you thinking, Seth? Do you like making us worry about you?"

"Like you two assholes are capable of worry." Seth flipped him off. He started to make his way back to the bathroom, but Roman grabbed his wrist. He could feel the bones grind as he held on a little too tightly.

"Don't." Roman warned lowly. His eyes locked with Seth and Seth felt all of the air leave his lungs.

"Let go of me." Seth narrowed his eyes at his older lover. "I haven't done anything to you. This is between Dean and I."

Roman growled. "You need to calm the fuck down, blondie. You don't get to waltz out of here at two o' clock in the fucking morning and think everything is going to be dandy when you come back."

"I'll say it one more time." Seth frowned. "Let me go. Now."

Roman looked at him seriously, before he smirked. "Are you trying to threaten me?"

"It's not a threat. It's a promise." And then, drawing his free hand back, he struck Roman across the face.