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

It felt like an eternity until they arrived back at their hotel room, finally away from the scrutinizing eye of the world. It was only when the door closed that Dean felt the full weight of what had just happened (and what could have happened) fall onto his shoulders. Unbidden tears suddenly formed and started the lonely trek down his pale cheeks. If Ryback had driven that car a little further... If Vince had shown up just a few minutes later... If he hadn't shown up at all... Dean shuddered to think about it. Shuddering, he forcefully rubbed at his eyes, trying to dry the tears.

Seth and Dean were the only ones in the hotel room at that point. Roman had opted to stay behind - for once, he had chosen to be the vocal one of the group and had offered to give his statement first. Immediately after arriving in the hotel room, Seth started to undress, exhausted and ready to go to sleep. But then, he heard a soft sniffle. It was almost inaudible, like the person was trying to hide it. He looked up, flipping his two-toned hair back and out of his eyes. It was at that moment that he came face-to-face with a sobbing Dean. Seth wasn't sure that he'd seen Dean cry before.

"What are you staring at, kid?" Dean tried his very best to sound menacing, but it was rather difficult when you had two streams chasing down your cheeks. "Hurry up and get undressed. I'm exhausted and my back is killing me."

"You're crying, Dean." Seth said matter-of-factly, unable to tear his eyes away from the tears streaming down Dean's face.

Dean huffed exasperatedly. "You think I don't know that? It doesn't matter. And it certainly doesn't change anything. Now hurry up, would ya?"

Seth simply blinked, absolutely mesmerized by the scene in-front of him. "You're crying, Dean."

"What are you, in some kind of trance?" Dean snapped his fingers in-front of the boy's face, trying to get him to snap out of it. The tears were still falling freely, despite Dean wanting otherwise. "I know that I'm crying. And, like I said, it doesn't matter."

Seth moved in, half-naked, and cupped Dean's face in his hands. "Don't cry, Dean."

Quickly, he closed the distance between them, brushing their lips together in a tentative kiss. He'd been attempting to read Dean, see how he would respond to this, but he wasn't sure if he got the signals right (it had been a long time, after all) and he really didn't want to get punched in the face (a very awkward first encounter with Roman). But when Dean hooked his arms around Seth's waist, yanking him closer, Seth knew that he had made the right call. Together, in a haphazard tangle of limbs, they twisted and tumbled toward the bed, falling in a pleasurable heap.

Seth pulled away, anxiously drawing in air and slinking down Dean's body at the same time. Suddenly, Dean looked at him worriedly. "Seth, what are you doing?" Both knew full-well that Seth was nowhere near ready for penetrative sex yet.

Excited fingers fumbled with the button on Dean's pants, flicking it open and then tugging the zipper down with his teeth. He flashed Dean a sultry look. "I know how hard this is. It's hard for me, too. Hell, even laying in the same bed is hard. But I do it, because, eventually, I'll feel better."

Dean's semi-hard cock was exposed to the cool air of the hotel room. "You really don't have to do this, Seth."

"All the more reason for me to do it." Trusting brown eyes locked with Dean's green. "When I was with Ryback, I never had a choice. Whether I followed the 'rules' or not, I'd always get hurt. This," he motioned to them, "is my choice. I know that I can stop... but I don't want to."

"I don't want to hurt you, Seth." He didn't even realize that his tears had now dried.

"You never have," a small, shy smile started to form on Seth's face, "and you never will."

With that said, he leaned forward, taking Dean's hot manhood into his mouth. Dean groaned, the sound low and guttural, before he fisted the sheets, desperate to keep his instinct to buck at bay. Obscenities fell from his mouth as Seth swirled his tongue around the thick rod, dragging it up as he pulled his lips up and over the mushroom-like head, and dipping it into the slit. He could taste the salty-essence of pre-cum as it lazily drizzled from the slit, before he went back down, loosening his throat and taking in all of Dean at once. It took everything both men had to stay relaxed.

Memories of all that that monster had done lurked just beneath the surface, waiting for one of them to cross that red line and ruin everything. Seth started to pick up the pace, hollowing out his cheeks and humming low in the back of his throat, jerking what couldn't fit in his mouth with a lube-coated hand. And then, releasing him with a wet pop, he slowly drew his thumb nail over the slit, eliciting a shuddering cry from his dominant as he came. Thick ropes of white covered Seth's hand and Dean's nether regions, and Seth was quick to clean it off. He still remembered.

Once they were all clean and Dean had come down from his high, Seth came back and set his head on Dean's shoulder. "Thank you." Dean said.

Brown eyes flickered up, looking at Dean in confusion. "What're you thanking me for?"

Dean sighed, "For not believing the letters... For still wanting to come back to us after all that happened... For still being you... I have a lot to thank you for." Dean kissed Seth's forehead. "But most of all, I'm thankful that you finally forgave me."

"I can never stay mad at you for long." Seth assured with a small smile.

"Good." Dean kissed him again, lips lingering a little longer this time. "Now, enough of this sappy shit. Let's watch some TV."

That smile morphed into a smirk. "I like the way you think, Mr. Ambrose."

Dean was the next to give his statement. Mr. McMahon had called him early in the morning and told him that he needed to come down to the police station. Dean would've argued that it was barely even six and they had just come off of a hard pay-per-view, but he also realized that this might be the only way to get Ryback off of the streets and to keep him from hurting anyone else. So he had left, leaving Seth and Roman - when had Roman gotten back? he certainly hadn't felt the weight shift on the bed - in bed together. He only allowed himself a moment to think of how potentially hazardous that could be, and then he left. He couldn't be late.

Soon enough, Seth attempted to roll over and curl closer into Dean's warmth... only to find that Dean wasn't there. Panicking, and already too-far-over to really stop himself, he tumbled off the side of the bed with a loud thump. "Shit!"

Roman awoke with a start, leaning over the side of the bed to stare at the mess that Seth had made. "God, Seth. Could you get any louder at six in the morning?"

And in his still-sleepy haze, Roman looked a lot like the monster that had almost destroyed everything for them. "No... No!" If he was in a better state of mind, he would've laughed at how much he sounded like Daniel Bryan. "Get away from me you freak!"

Roman tilted his head to the side, confusion and hurt apparent in his dark brown eyes. "Seth, this is our hotel room. I'm not going anywhere."

Apparently not liking that answer, Seth was able to free one arm from the cocoon of blankets and punch Roman in the jaw. Roman, having not expected the attack, almost fell off of the bed on-top of Seth. "Get the fuck out of here, you sick freak!"

"That hurt, Seth." Roman growled lowly, nursing his swelling cheek with one big hand. Seth simply continued to stare at him, cowering in fear. Against his better judgment, he reached down and pulled the boy back onto the bed. "I'm not Ryback, Seth. I'm Roman. We're nothing alike."

"Please... don't hurt me." Seth was shaking now, tears falling from his eyes and streaking messily down his face.

"I'm not going to hurt you, damn it!" Without realizing it, Roman had started to yell. This only seemed to further upset Seth.

"Please... just go away." Seth pleaded, his lower lip trembling.

Roman sighed. If he ever wanted to calm the boy down, he didn't really have much of choice in the matter. Getting off of the bed in a very flashy show of obedience, he grabbed a blanket and a pillow and started out toward the sofa in the main room. He knew that his back would firmly protest his decision, but it was for Seth. Always for Seth. He was fairly certain that, if Dean had asked him to do this, he would've just rolled over and gone back to sleep. But maybe not. Perhaps what they had been through had changed even that. Lazily, he tossed the pillow down and crashed on the couch, knowing sleep wouldn't come easily.

OOOO

Seth shuffled out of the main bedroom area, the blanket from the bed wrapped around him. He looked at Roman sheepishly, sad eyes staring at the shiner on Roman's cheek. Unfortunately, he remembered every last second of the incident. He could vividly remember how he had punched Roman, thinking that he was Ryback. But he'd been unable to put two-and-two together until he'd sent Roman out to the couch and Roman had willingly obeyed. Ryback wouldn't have left so easily, or at all. And now, he felt a swirling remorse building in his belly.

Knowing what had to be done, he walked into the en-suite kitchen, took out the ice cube tray, and dumped several ice cubes into a dishcloth. He tied it off with one of his hairbands, which was conveniently stored on his right wrist. When he came back into the main section of the hotel room, Roman was still out cold. Slowly, he made his way over to the bigger man, before kneeling down and gently touching the homemade ice-pack to Roman's throbbing cheek. Suddenly, Roman's dark brown eyes fluttered open, and he blinked blearily, before allowing them to settle on Seth's face.

"Seth..? What're you doing? Do you even realize what time it is?" Roman's words were slurred as he was still awakening from his little nap.

"Yeah. It's about eight in the morning." Seth's smile was small and painfully transparent. "I couldn't sleep, and I figured your cheek had to hurt really bad by now, so I come bearing ice." He lifted the ice pack in the air, laughing a little. "And to tell you that I really am sorry about what happened."

Roman sighed. It looked like they were about to have another sappy heart-to-heart. "Look, Seth - it's not your fault. I shouldn't have freaked out like that." Obviously, his words weren't helping, because now the two-toned wrestler looked to be on the brink of tears. "C'mon, Seth, don't cry..."

"B-B-But... I hurt you." With that, the tears started to streak down his face. It was amazing that he still had more tears to cry.

"I'm not the 'comforting' type, Seth." Roman admitted blandly. "If you tell me how to make you feel better, I can help you. But I'm pitching blind right now."

"Just..." Seth sniffled, rubbing at his eyes to try and staunch the flow of tears. "Hold me?" He asked hopefully.

Roman slid over on the couch, allowing Seth just enough room to climb in beside him. The two-toned man still had to hold onto Roman so he wouldn't fall off, and secretly, both kind of liked it that way. Seth leaned most of his weight onto Roman, his arms circling the other man's middle, and he rested his head on Roman's shoulder. Roman, who was still somewhat-lounging on the couch, picked up the fallen ice-pack and placed it back onto his smarting cheek. All that talking certainly hadn't helped his condition, but it had made Seth feel better, so...

"G'night, Roman..." Seth mumbled, already sounding like he was halfway into his dreamland.

"It's not night time anymore, kiddo. It's eight in the morning." Roman said, but there was no malice behind his words.

Seth whacked him lightly on the shoulder. "Just go to sleep, would ya?" And so he did.

Seth was the last one to give his statement. It was expected that Seth's statement would take the longest, but as Dean nervously looked at the clock, he noticed that it had been almost three hours since Seth had left - RAW had ended twenty minutes earlier. Thanks to Mr. McMahon, the Shield didn't have to make an appearance on RAW that night, so Dean and Roman had simply hung back in their locker room and waited for news about their boy. It was only when yet another hour passed that Roman finally convinced Dean that they could wait it out in their hotel room.

Dean sighed. The hotel bed felt cold and lonely without Seth's body in-between them. Neither Dean or Roman were really into 'cuddling', so there was a considerable distance between their bodies. A space that was meant for Seth. And without the energetic high-flier in-between them, neither was able to sleep. Roman was doing his best to read a book (or so he tried to make it seem to Dean), but had barely conquered a single page in twenty minutes. Dean, on the other hand, was steadfastly counting all of the dots on the ceiling. He'd made it to three-thousand sixty-four when the door opened.

Both men were instantly alert. After all of their encounters with Ryback and how he had broken into both Seth and Dean's hotel rooms, one could never be too careful. But after a moment, the tension fled their bodies and they relaxed back onto the mattress. Seth was approaching the bed like a marathon runner that had just come back from a hundred-mile race. He looked exhausted and his eyes were dark and emotionless. This was not the Seth that they knew and loved. Without bothering to undress (he didn't undress in-front of them yet, either) he plopped down onto the bed in-between them.

"It went that well, huh?" Dean muttered sarcastically.

Seth groaned. "They're charging him with two counts of rape, one count of unlawful imprisonment, one count of attempted murder, one count of unlawful possession of a gun, one count of attempted rape, three counts of stalking, one count of harassment, and one count of aggravated assault and battery."

Roman's eyes widened. "What does all that add up to?"

Seth closed his eyes, attempting (and failing) to relax. "The minimum? Three consecutive life sentences."

"You don't seem too excited." Dean said. "Isn't that good news?"

"It is." Seth agreed, his voice clipped. "What isn't is that we all have to testify at his trial to make all of the charges stick."