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

Seth didn't seem thrilled by Roman's sudden declaration. Slowly, he leaned back on the bed and watched Roman with wide, sad eyes. "We need to talk about something? I know what that means. It means you want to give me some clever, but ultimately transparent, reason for leaving and ending this."

As realization dawned on the two dominants, Dean hurriedly shook his head. "No, Sethie. It's not like that at all. Nobody's going anywhere. Not after all we've been through." He leaned forward, stroking Seth's two-toned hair again. "He just wants to talk about what happened... to him."

Seth seemed incredibly reluctant to believe what it was that Dean was saying, and really, who could blame him? After all that Seth had endured at the hands of that maniac, it was a wonder that he wasn't even more traumatized that he was. But Dean's words had inspired a spark of hope in Seth's dark brown eyes, and he turned those hopeful eyes onto Roman now. Roman was breathing heavily, twisting his hands uncomfortably, but when Seth turned to look at him, he didn't hesitate to meet the smaller man's eyes. He knew that he needed the connection provided by eye-to-eye contact.

Roman sucked in a deep breath. "I was raped."

Both Dean and Seth looked like they had witnessed a murder. "What?" They said in unison, both evidently shocked.

"I was raped." Roman confirmed, his voice a little firmer this time. "It happened the night we had that fight in the locker room. You wanted to help me and I wouldn't have it. I walked back to the hotel room alone because you had the keys, and I ran into... him."

Seth looked like he had tears brewing in his eyes, "Oh my God, Roman... I'm so... so..."

"Sorry?" Roman offered. Seth nodded. "Don't be. It's not like it was your fault."

"That was why..." suddenly, it all seemed to fall into place for Dean. "When we attacked him backstage at WrestleMania, you didn't even know what he had done to Seth. Sure, there was speculation, but... You had your own, personal reason for wanting him hurt."

Roman's look suddenly turned dark. "Oh, I wanted him much more than hurt. I was ready to kill him right there. The only reason that I didn't was because he knew where Seth was... I almost killed him when he tried to attack you, Dean. You don't know how hard it was to not end it then."

"I thought that he killed you... when I saw all that blood, I was so scared... but I never thought that he... that he... raped you."

Roman turned to him, that dark look turning to concern. "You saw the blood?"

The tears finally overflowing, Seth confessed to what had happened on the specific night of Roman's rape. "I was handcuffed to the bed, all alone in the hotel room. He came back, covered in blood... I managed to get free, fought against him... I put two and two together when I saw the note."

"What note?" Roman barely had time to ask before Seth had it out and was handing it over. It read:

It's unfortunate that it needs to be like this. I can't do this anymore. I can't be like this anymore. I'm the reason that Seth left us, the reason that everyone eventually leaves us. I'm well aware that I'm the only one to blame. And so this is goodbye. I write this in my last moments, hoping that it will get finished before I die. But the flow of blood is a little faster than I had anticipated… and, to be honest, I'm scared.

If I could say one thing before I die, it's that I still love Seth. I haven't said it enough, I know, and I know that saying it now is much too late to change anything, but…. I don't know. I've never been very good with words. But I do love Seth, and Dean as well. Even in death, nothing will change that. You'll find someone else to take my place. You'll find someone better. There's no reason to mourn the one whose already be forgotten, after all.

Roman crumpled it into a ball in his hands, throwing it into the nearest trashcan. "That's garbage. Absolute garbage." And then, with a sigh, he said, "I was forced to cooperate with him, or else he told me he'd kill you. And I knew that he would. I'm more certain now than ever before."

"But you took care of that for me." Seth said, a hint of adoration toward Roman audible in his voice. "Thank you."

Roman looked down at his hands. "I did it for all of us."

"Roman." Dean gently pushed. The ravenette turned to him, his eyes dark and uncertain. "I can tell... there's still something that you're not telling us. We won't push, but if you're ready to share... we're here to listen."

"We're always here for you." Seth added firmly. The tears steadily leaking from his eyes made him seem incredibly vulnerable.

Roman continued to stare at his hands, as if he could see something that the others couldn't. "He had his own methods for breaking all of us. With me, he used my... less than stellar romantic history against me. When I was a football player, I thought I had my whole life planned out. A kid, a fiancée...'

"Suddenly, out of nowhere, she comes out with the fact that I can't pleasure her in bed. She broke off the engagement and got custody of our daughter. That freak, Ryback, continuously told me that you were better off with someone excellent in bed... like him... while he... raped me."

The man's blue eyes widened. "Well, y'know, there is the fact that you're still here, listening to me, begging for me to tell you if Seth really hates you." A pause. "I hate to break it to you, Roman… but you're trash to him."

"This is a little delivery from your personal bitch… or should I say, your former bitch?" The man snickered. "You see, he was very clear in his wishes. And, unlike you, I'm man enough to fulfill them."

The man smirked, a nasty look on his face as he took in Roman's bloodied state. "If only little Sethie could see you now. But, of course, he's too busy laying on his back, legs spread out, ready for me to fulfill him."

Roman closed his eyes, the memory painfully vivid and fresh. Like an open wound filled with salt, it hurt to think about it for too long. Seth, meekly, forced out, "You know that that's not true... right, Roman?"

He opened his eyes once more and Seth could see the truth in them. Yes, Roman knew that Seth was telling him the truth. What reason would he have to lie? Over the years that they had been together, one of the founding blocks of their relationship had always been honesty. Even know, with all that had happened to them, they were willing to lay all of their cards on the table if it meant helping the others to heal. But Seth could tell that Ryback had prayed on wounds which were too fresh, too new, and while he could hear and understand that Seth was telling him the truth, it wasn't really sinking in.

So Seth did the only thing that he could think of. Shifting as much as his confining circumstances would allow, he leaned over the side of the bed and laid his head down on Roman's chest. It was an undeniable symbol of submission. At this angle, he couldn't look up and see Roman's face, couldn't look into his eyes... he would have to trust that he knew Roman well enough to know what he was thinking, and to know that he would never hurt him. And Roman, respecting that trust, didn't take advantage of it. Instead, he wrapped one arm around Seth's waist and, with the other, gently combed through Seth's locks as Dean had done before.

A comfortable silence fell over them, then. Even with everything out in the open, it felt as if a tremendous weight had been lifted off of their shoulders... and they were immensely grateful. That was, of course, until Dean said, "I have a confession to make as well."

Carefully, Seth peeled his face away from Roman's shirt, looking so very tired and sad. It was a pitiful sight. "What is it, Dean?"

"You told me about the first time that Ryback raped you. You said that it was when you both were in OVW, and it had been far from consensual. Ryback told a different story..." he then started to recount the tale.

He started to weave an elaborate story about when he had first met Seth, when Seth was still a rookie on NXT, and how that had been when he first laid claim to the then-brunette. It had been quick and dirty in the bathroom stall, but Seth had loved every minute of it - after all, Seth was a dirty slut that didn't deserve anything better anyhow. He claimed that they were in love, but Dean couldn't believe it. He told him about the letters. He told him, in excruciating detail, about what he did to Seth. And then, what he did to Roman.

"You knew that he raped me?" Roman asked, managing to sound confused and infuriated at the same time. "Then why did you sound so surprised earlier?"

"To be honest? I never thought that you would actually admit to it. That was very surprising to me."

"He... told you that?" Seth sounded like he was on the verge of tears again. Dean didn't like to see their baby so upset. "I would n-never... I was with you two when I was on NXT! It happened in OVW, like I said!" He was sobbing again, but desperate to prove his point.

"Shh, baby. We believe you. I swear we do. I just needed to say it, to get everything out in the open." Dean said. "Why don't you get some rest, okay? I'm pretty sure the nurses' are ready to ring our necks for the emotional rollercoaster we've put you on. But we'll be back first thing in the morning, okay?"

Each man kissed Seth, before Seth weakly mumbled, "Okay".

It wasn't until they were out of the hospital room that Roman finally spoke again. Turning to Dean, he offered him a grave look, "I have an idea."