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

Extreme Rules Pay-Per-View

Finally, after another difficult week of tests and yet another operation to ensure that the internal bleeding (which was the cause of his near-death experience in the locker room with Chris after his match at WrestleMania), Chris and Phil sat on the bed in their hotel room, watching the pay-per-view from the safety of the hotel. Chris was cradling his boy close, afraid to take his eyes off of him for even a second. He couldn't take the chance of Phil vanishing again. The last time that had happened, well...

Carefully, Chris reached down and stroked the raised flesh on Phil's belly. The doctor said that there was a good chance the sight of the operation would scar, but he had given them plenty of medications and ointments to try and reduce scarring as much as possible. This was all still so much of a shock to him. As he allowed his fingers to gently glide over the scar, he remembered Phil laying there on the ground, immobile and unconscious. What if he had gotten there a few minutes later? Would Phil have been dead?

Phil sucked in a deep breath, turning and resting his head on Chris' shoulder. "What are you thinking about, Chris?" He asked.

Chris, startled, accidently pressed a little too hard on the scar. Phil flinched, biting down on his lip to keep from crying out in pain. "Oh my God, baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that." Frantic, he got off the bed and started to search for something. "Fuck! Where the hell is it?"

Phil, who had already recovered, propped himself up on his elbows and watched Chris with curious eyes. "Where is what?"

"The icy-hot ointment. The doctor said to put that on your stomach if it started to hurt." Chris said matter-of-factly. "But I can't find it."

But Phil reached out, gently grabbing hold of Chris' wrist. "I'm fine, Chris. Really. You just caught me by surprise, that's all. It doesn't even hurt anymore." He patted the open side of the bed beside him. "C'mon, Roman and Seth have their tag-team match up next."

"I wouldn't get so excited about it." Chris said, hesitantly reclaiming his seat and putting one arm around Phil's shoulders. "They've been kind of out of sync, lately. I wouldn't be surprised if they tried to pin each other."

"You'd be surprised. The Shield has an undeniable connection, even if they don't get along in their personal lives. Personal chemistry is much different than wrestling chemistry, and I haven't seen chemistry like there's in a long time."

The Shield's music hit. The announcer introduced the two men that would be fighting for the tag-team titles. Dean was coming down to the ring with them, but he wouldn't be staying. He had his own match to prepare for later on in the night. Roman went over the barricade first, and paused, then turned to help Seth over. Both Phil and Chris stared at the screen in blatant shock. While it was clear that Seth didn't need any help getting over the barricade (he'd done so countless times before on his own), Roman's gesture was oddly... romantic.

The match had been every bit as brutal and vicious as the WWE Universe had expected it to be. After all, anything less simply wouldn't have leant itself to the hype of a Tornado Tag-Team Match. Both sides had brought their A-game, but, in the end, the ever-growing gap between the members of Team Hell No proved to be their downfall. After several miscommunications between the former friends, Seth had managed to isolate Daniel on the outside of the ring and Roman had landed the spear for the win. At the end, they held the tag-team titles high and Justin Roberts declared them the new champions, much to the chagrin of the crowd.

However, it was only when they were finally behind the closed doors of their personal locker room that Seth finally allowed himself to show how truly excited he was. Tossing the belt down onto the nearby leather sofa, he threw his arms around Roman's neck and brought to taller man down for a bruising kiss. Roman's arms locked around Seth's smaller form, drawing him closer whilst simultaneously backing him into the arm of the couch, causing him to tumble over the side and land next to his belt. He bounced for a few seconds, looking oddly puzzled as to how he had arrived there, and then pulled Roman down on top of him.

They remained still for a moment, neither wanting to move and break the perfectly serene moment. None of them were ready to progress beyond kissing, but it was nice to just be able to hold each other and not be afraid someone had something to hide. "We're the tag-team champions." Seth whispered reverently.

Roman kissed Seth again, but his touch was surprisingly softer than Seth's. It was almost as if he was afraid to cause more harm to the boy. "Yeah." He smirked, "The unified tag-team champions. Not like the crap that those two bozos tried to pull off."

Seth smirked. "You know, once you get past the gruff, kinda scary exterior, you're actually pretty funny." He punched Roman's shoulder playfully, causing the bigger man to pull at his hair. "Hey, that isn't fair! You don't see me pulling at your hair, do you?"

"No." Roman shook his head, a dark, lusty look clouding his eyes. "Because you know better than that."

A soft, reverent look came over Seth's face. "You two don't know how happy I am to be back with you. Really."

"You don't have to keep saying it, Seth." He reminded him that this was the third time that week that he'd mentioned it. "We know. Really."

"I was just... I was scared that, one day, maybe what he was saying would come true. Maybe you two didn't care about me at all, maybe I was just some bitch on the side, maybe you never wanted me... I fought so hard against believing it... and now we're all back together again." Seth's said, his voice slowly withering to a whisper.

"It's a lot to take in, I know." Roman said, stroking Seth's hair once more. "But what's happening right now? It's real. So bask in the moment, okay?"

"You're such a sap." Seth grinned cheekily.

"Don't push it."

Quickly, Seth clambered off of the couch, slipping the title belt around his waist. It had been Daniel's belt, and it fit him almost perfectly. Once it was on, he put his hands on his hips and started to strut around the room, making incoherent noises that sounded oddly akin to the sounds that a goat would make. He pulled his hair in front of his face to make it look like a beard and bleated loudly and obnoxiously. And then, batting his eyelashes innocently, he started in on being the 'weak link'. Seth's interpretation of Daniel Bryan had Roman laughing in no time, which had never been an easy feat to accomplish.

Finally, he took Roman's belt - which used to belong to Kane - and slid it over his shoulder. And then, thrusting his hands up into the air like Daniel's annoying gimmick, he shouted 'yes, yes, yes!' while running in circles around the coffee table. Both started laughing again, this time from drawing a similar conclusion that it sounded as if Daniel had been having particularly hot sex with Kane when he came up with that catchphrase... and then they both laughed again. Finally, Seth took his belt off and hoisted both high above his head, chanting 'I'm the tag-team champions! I'm the tag team champions!' More laughter followed.

Seth plopped down onto the couch, handing Roman back his title with a long sigh. "Do you think we'll be like that... when we're the former tag-team champions?"

Roman was silent for a moment, causing Seth to get fidgety, when he leaned in and kissed Seth's cheek. "No. I know we won't be like that."

"How can you be so sure?" Seth asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"Because we've been through too much to break so easily."

"Chris, what are you doing now?" Phil rolled his eyes as his lover madly searched the room for the little yellow pill bottle that he had gotten from the pharmacy just two nights ago. "Chris, I'm fine. Seriously. I have no reason to lie to you. Just come back to bed, alright?"

But Chris merely shook his head, clearly unconvinced by Phil's words. "I saw you squirming through the entire match and trying to, rather inconspicuously, hold your stomach. I know that you're in pain, Phil. You don't have to actually verbalize it... God gave me two eyes to see it."

Phil closed his eyes, sipping water from his water bottle and all around ignoring what Chris had to say. "You're going to miss the next match."

"I don't care. You're more important than the next match." Chris said absently, still rummaging around through the bags.

"Besides, you're looking through the wrong bag, anyway..." Phil said. "The one you want is at the foot of the bed, brainiac."

"I thought I told you that I don't care -," here, he cut himself off, truly considering Phil's words for a moment. Dropping the bag he was looking through, he made his way around the bed and searched the bag that Phil had mentioned. With a flush of triumph and embarrassment, he let out a cry of triumph. "Ahah!"

"You're such a genius..." Phil rolled his eyes, easily catching the bottle and taking out two small, yellow pills.

"Don't be a smartass, Philly." Chris offered. "Just shush up or else you'll talk right over the next match."

Phil's eyes widened. "Oh, so now it would be my fault if we missed the next match?"

Chris frowned. "Just hush, okay?"

Phil was still grumbling, even as he put both of the pills into his mouth and swallowed them down with yet another swig of water. Noticing that his bottle was almost empty, Chris got him a knew one from the mini-fridge. And then, plopping down on the bed beside him, they watched as the Shield's music hit again. This time, Dean walked ahead of Seth and Roman, who wouldn't be accompanying him all the way down to the ring. If Phil wasn't mistaken, however, it looked as if there was an additional mark on Seth's lower neck... one that looked uncomfortably akin to a hickey. But then Kofi's music hit, and the dramatic focus was taken off of the Shield.

The match seemed to be over in the blink of an eye. All of a sudden, the bell tolled and Dean was holding the United States Championship over his head. He made a quick exit from the ring, ready to set Roman's plan into motion. While he wasn't exactly one-hundred percent comfortable with it, he knew that he was the only one who could pull it off. After dropping off the title belt with Seth and Roman (he knew that they would take excellent care of it), he made his way into the parking lot area, knowing that Ryback had just arrived. Meanwhile, Seth would be placing a conveniently timed call to CEO Vince McMahon.

Sure enough, Ryback's car pulled up in the parking lot, coming mere centimeters from crashing into Dean. The engine cut. There was a low drone as the door opened, followed by Ryback sliding out from behind the wheel and staring down Dean for all that he was worth. If looks could kill... well, needless to say that Dean wouldn't be with them any longer. Dean sucked in a deep breath and met Ryback's eyes, willing himself to not back down as Ryback approached. The big man dropped his things onto the ground, freeing his hands to clench around Dean's neck. The sheer force of the attack knocked them both to the ground.

Dean started to struggle, Ryback settling between Dean's spread legs and using one hand to pin Dean to the ground, while the other tore at his military-esque vest. Dean was scratching at Ryback's face, drawing thick beads of dark, crimson blood. Once the vest opened, Dean felt his heart hammering madly in his chest and began to feel light-headed. Neither noticed the sound of approaching footsteps - Dean first noticed when two referees pulled Ryback off of him. He was helped to his feet by now less than Vince McMahon, who had seen everything. He looked down, seeing the messy marks on Dean's wrists and the bruises on his neck.

"Call the cops." Vince instructed the refs, taking off his coat and placing it on the younger man's shoulders. "I want him out of here, now. Make sure that they know what he did." He then turned to the medical personnel. "Take him back and make sure that he's okay."

Ryback was screaming at Dean as he was carried away, "I'll kill you for this, you fucking bastard! You hear me? I'll kill you!"

But Dean only smiled. "Justice is served."