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

Seth lay, immobile, on the hospital bed. He was absently picking away at his heavily wrapped wrist, enjoying the way that the gauze frayed beneath his careful ministrations. He hadn't had any visitors since Roman had come by earlier, which he was thankful for. He didn't think that he could bear to watch as people fawned over him, fussing over his wounds, asking how he got them - he had enough of that from the nurses. No, he would much rather lay there, replaying his last encounter with Ryback over and over in his head. That dark past that he so feared would come to light...

There was a knock on the door. Seth sighed, letting his wounded arm fall down onto the bed. It wouldn't do to have one of the nurses see him pick at it. Turning his head in the general direction of the door, he called, "Come in!"

His favorite nurse, a bubbly red-head, entered in. There was someone with her, who followed close behind. "Mr. Rollins, how are you feeling?" She asked, smiling. He assured her that he was fine. "That's good. I'm just here to give you your morphine, check your vitals... oh, and you have a visitor!"

Seth's look turned uncertain. "I do?" She nodded enthusiastically. "Who is it?" This time, his tone was distrustful.

For the first time, Dean made his presence known. Seth's breath caught in his throat, and not in a good way. "It's me, Seth."

"I thought that I told you to go die in a hole?" Seth asked, lethal malice dripping from his voice. "I don't want you here. Get out!"

Dean swallowed hard, nodding. "I understand. You have every right to not want me here." He allowed. "I just want to let you know that I know what happened... and Roman made sure that it will never happen again. And I just wanted to say that... I'm sorry."

Seth narrowed his eyes. "You think you can say 'I'm sorry' and everything will magically just get better?"

"No, I don't. I just figured I'd offer it, for what it was worth, and let you know that I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." Dean said.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other. No words needed to be said, as it was all communicated through their eyes. Finally, after several seconds, Dean looked away. It wasn't before Seth caught the slightest hint of tears in his already red-rimmed eyes, however. The dominant personality rose from his chair, offering Seth a weak smile and patting his boy on the shoulder - he wouldn't overstay his welcome, and it was clear that he had never been welcome there. But when he stared to make his way toward the door, Seth, frantic, reached out and grabbed his wrist. Dean hissed, feeling Seth's fingers clamp down on the imprints from the handcuffs.

"How do you..." Seth looked down, feeling tears come to his own eyes, unbidden. "How do you know what he did to me?"

Dean sighed. "Back at WrestleMania, the only reason that we found you was because Roman cornered Ryback and practically killed him in the parking lot. The only reason he was still alive is because he said he knew where you were... and that was when he confessed what he did to you."

The tears started to fall down his cheeks now. "I didn't... I didn't..." he let go of Dean's wrist, and his hand fell, "I was... scared, so scared... I didn't know... It was him... At least... Not at first. And I was... Scared to tell you."

Calm green eyes met Seth's teary brown ones. "Why were you afraid, Seth? Were you afraid of us?" He asked.

"I was afraid... of what you would think of me." Seth confessed breathlessly, teary-eyed.

"Why would we think any less of you, Seth? It's not like its your fault, what happened."

Seth only shook his head, sucking in a harsh breath. "No... not that. Because... he'd raped me before."

Dean could see how much strength it had taken Seth to say that. But it took him even more to continue on with the story, explaining how they had met at OVW. Seth had just begun exploring his sexuality - sure, he had always known that he was gay, but he was experimenting with what would soon become second-nature to him: submission. Above all, Seth loved to have someone take care of him, to take a firm hand to him when needed, to love him. Ryback had watched from a distance, his desire for Seth growing inside of him until it burst and he decided to take it upon himself to show Seth just how good of a master he could be.

Seth swallowed hard, recalling how Ryback had cornered him in the locker room. He'd duct-taped Seth's mouth closed, before messily tying a tank-top over Seth's eyes. He could remember being brutally tossed over one of the slippery shower benches. Already naked, Ryback had then taken it upon himself to duct-tape Seth's wrists to the legs of the bench, which were bolted to the floor. All thoughts of struggling were in vain, and all thoughts of screaming for help were futile. Ryback had raped him, and then he had left him there. Afterward, he had simply left... just like everyone else. He'd finally been found by the janitor the next morning.

"I never told anyone." Seth concluded softly. "Until now. I was always afraid that... that they'd think I didn't fight hard enough. That I should have tried harder. And I was afraid that..." he looked up at Dean, practically sobbing now, "You and Roman would think the same."

Dean's eyes widened. "No. No, baby, no." Immediately, he took hold of Seth, pulling him to his chest. "How could we ever blame that on you?"

"I should have known that it was him!" Seth sobbed, tears wetting Dean's pajama shirt.

"It's not your fault, Seth. He's mentally unstable and acting irrationally. He could've been anybody, with how many enemies we have. It was best not to make any assumptions." Dean assured him, softly shushing him. "It's not your fault."

"And you..." Seth looked at the handcuff imprints on Dean's wrists. "Oh God, he hurt you!"

Dean shook his head. "No, he didn't. Don't worry about it."

"Don't lie to me." Seth said, trying to look fierce and failing miserably at it. "I want the truth, Dean."

Dean sighed. "It's nothing, Seth." But Seth wouldn't have it, so Dean continued, "After Roman came to see you, I fell asleep for a little while. When I woke up, he had gotten into the hotel room and had handcuffed me down to the bed. He had my pants off and was about to... well, you know... and then Roman came back."

"Oh, God! He almost hurt you and it's all my fault!" Seth started to sob again.

Dean only shook his head, gently caressing Seth's soft, silky hair. He whispered sweet nothings to his pretty boy, planting soft kisses over Seth's face and hair. "It's not your fault, Sethie. Don't say that. It's not your fault."

"I'm sorry that I... that I told you... I wanted you dead."

"It's okay, baby. Shh... It's okay. Just forget about it, okay? It doesn't matter anymore."

Seth was still absolutely beside himself, piecing the story together without Dean really having to tell him. He was sobbing into Dean's chest, tears streaking messily down his face and soaking into Dean's shirt. Dean continued to whisper sweet nothings to his boy, rocking him back and forth - always, always wary of that bloody wound on Seth's wrist. Finally, Dean drew back, closing the distance between their faces and locking their lips in a gentle, intimate kiss. Seth's fingers knotted into Dean's hair, pulling him closer. And when they both were at a loss for air, Dean drew back and whispered 'I love you'. Seth only smiled, and then he kissed him again.