Disclaimer: I do not own anything. This is a work of complete fiction. As for the characters mentioned, this story does not depict their own personal feelings, thoughts, or ideas. Each character belongs to their rightful owners; themselves and the WWE.

Note: I have been working on this for a while now! I do feel like I need to explain the title though, mostly because it's rather obscure/metaphorical this time around. Catalyst is defined as a person or thing that precipitates an event. Is this case, we're talking about Seth and those events. I hope that makes it clearer. I hope you enjoy guys! Please be gentle with me, this is also a first real attempt at this pairing. Enjoy! -JJ

Fallout

Roman paced in the locker room, ripping his wrist guards off before throwing them at his bag. Only his and Dean's things remained in their locker room, though he already knew that. He'd heard the interviewer say that Seth had left. He groaned, listening to Dean as he mumbled curses under his breath and kicked the bench on the opposite side of the room several times. "Just shut it Dean, he's probably waiting at the hotel for us," he rumbled, looking over his shoulder at fiery blue eyes. "Calm your ass."

"Calm my ass?" Dean asked incredulously. "He fucking left me there. He fucking just jumped down and walked away! And you want me to 'calm my ass'?" He ripped his shirt off and threw it into his own bag. "Yeah, well fuck him. I don't need his ass. I'm perfectly fine on my fucking own."

Roman let out a low sigh, listening to Dean ramble on about getting left to one of the worst ass kickings of his life. "He didn't just walk out on you," he murmured, pulling his vest off and his under armor shirt. "He left us both there Dean." He turned, his grey eyes meeting heated blues. "He's tired of 'being the glue'." He knew that Seth had always been the one that had held them together. His and Dean's personalities had always clashed from day one and Seth had always been the one to fix them, some how, some way.

Dean felt the anger bubble up in him even further. "Well, I don't fucking need to be glued to this group," he muttered, crossing his arms. "If he wants to leave us, there's plenty of other people who'd love to suck my dick tonight."

Roman's eyes narrowed, reaching out and roughly grabbing Dean by his chin. "You're not the only one that's upset here. Don't you fucking talk about bringing someone else back to the room," he growled in warning, knowing that Seth was waiting there for them to explain things, to make them understand why he'd walked out and left them alone.

Dean smirked, deciding the see how much he could work the nerve he'd hit in the other man. "Aw, someone a little jealous? Mad that I can just snap my fingers and I can have plenty of people to spread their legs for me?" he questioned, watching as the grey eyes darkened. "Because the whole fucking locker room, fuck the whole god damned world, knows you'd rather go without if you can't bend Seth over the bed."

Roman's hand dropped to around Dean's neck, his other following in lightening quick before he slammed the dirty blond against the wall. "Don't act like you're any different," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "He's the only reason we're here. He brought this together and we agreed to it." His narrowed grey eyes looked away as he pulled back, turning his back to Dean. "I didn't agree to this, so if you want to fuck around on us, then don't fucking come back. He doesn't need it and neither do I."

Dean's mouth thinned into a tight line. He didn't speak, too angry to say anything. He'd never fuck around on Seth. He'd worked too hard to get the other man to notice him for him to fuck up that colossally. He finished changing and turned to where Roman was standing tying back his hair, his own street clothes on.

Roman looked over his shoulder at Dean's silent form. He could still see the seething anger and inwardly he sighed, knowing that it was just Dean's way of coping. He grabbed his bag, and Dean's hand before leading him out of the locker room. They had a long way to drive the next morning if they were going to get to Detroit on time and right at that moment, he just wanted to go back to the hotel room and see Seth, ask him what was going on.

Roman pushed the heavy, fireproof door open, looking into the dark room. "He must be asleep already," he muttered, unsure if he was trying to convince himself or Dean of the words. He flipped the light on, stepping in. He froze, Dean running into the back of him as his eyes hurriedly scanned the room, once, twice, three times before it clicked that the beds were empty, that Seth's bags were gone, him and Dean were left completely alone.

Dean glared at the taller male before walking around him, his blue eyes finding the same sight. He couldn't stop the hurt and overwhelming sting of betrayal course through him. He threw his bags down, walking into the bathroom and slamming the door shut. Never had Seth left them like this. Sure, they'd all gotten angry with each other, but never had they slept away from each other since this whole cluster fuck of a relationship had started.

He blew out a sigh as he sat on the edge of the tub, rubbing his face with rough hands. He couldn't pin point the way his heart hurt, it just did. Seth was half his, half his lover. He'd always had the deep fear that he'd lose Seth to the other half of Seth's heart: Roman, but with both of them being stuck alone, the fear was deeper. It was the uncertainty that killed him.

He shook his head, his hands moving up to fist in his slightly curly hair, tugging at it gently. "Fuck!" he yelled, his voice strangled with the overwhelming unshed tears that refused to leave his eyes. He'd been left alone most of his life, he'd took the chance with Seth being different, and like always, he'd been completely wrong.

Roman could hear Dean as he banged around the bathroom, throwing things before getting into the shower. He as sure it was just a cover up, a way of escape to let out the built up hurt. He would've done the same if Dean hadn't beat him to it. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, fending off the offending burn of confusion away. Seth had walked away from both of them. He'd been left to try and make it all work with Dean only for them to fail miserably.

He stripped down to his boxers, letting his hair down so he could run his fingers through it. He needed a shower too, but he'd wait until Dean was done, they both needed space. He didn't have to wait long before Dean stepped out of the steamy bathroom, a towel around his waist and a calmer, more somber look on him. "I'm getting a shower," Roman said softly, walking over and resting a hand on Dean's shower warmed skin. "He'll come back Dean."

Dean didn't answer, just pulled back from Roman's gentle touch. He walked over to his thrown bag and picked it up before putting it on the bed next to the window. He unzipped it and pulled out a fresh pair of boxers and a tank top, dressing in silence. His mind wasn't on Seth coming back; it was focused on him walking out, just like everyone else in his life. He'd always been a lone wolf, but with Seth… with Seth he felt different. He was a part of something.

Roman closed his eyes as he shut the bathroom door and stripped off the last bit of clothing. He quickly showered, wanting to get to bed and wake up and be on the road. He didn't want to think, he just wanted to get caught up into getting to the next show and hopefully find out what was going on.

After washing the last bit of body wash off of him, Roman turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing another hanging towel and drying himself before wrapping it around his waist. He took one more for his hair, only lightly drying it before dropping it on the floor and walking out. His eyes landed on the lump in the far bed, Dean's back turned towards him. He sighed silently, shaking his head as he dressed in a pair of lounge pants and slipped into his own bed, finding it lonely and cold without both men in it with him. "Night Dean," he said, turning his back to the other man. He barely heard Dean's half choked reply of, "You too Roman."

Roman laid there for what felt like an eternity, unable to get comfortable. He'd grown so accustomed to Seth sleeping into his side, Dean curling up behind Seth. It was just how they slept, if they wanted to sleep next to Seth, that's how it had to be. Him and Dean weren't together, they just put up with each other because of Seth and their love for the architect of the group.

He groaned, running a hand over his eyes, telling them to shut and stay shut. He jerked when he felt the bed dip and a body crawled in under the covers with him. They snapped open and he was more than a little surprised to see Dean puling the covers up over his shoulder.

"He's really not coming back, is he?" Dean asked softly, looking into Roman's eyes. He sighed, moving a little closer, his hand sliding over the cool spot between him and Roman. He missed the warmth of Seth. "He's really done with us…."

Roman could hear the deep, heart wrenching pain in Dean's voice. He didn't like it. He moved closer, closing the gap between them and wrapping his arm around Dean's waist, pulling the pale body to his. He felt Dean stiffen and freeze, knowing that this was the closest they'd ever been.

"What are you doing?" Dean growled, one hand pressed against Roman's chest, his face pressed into a warm shoulder. He didn't push away. He was just still as Roman's hand moved up and down his back in soothing strokes. Slowly, he relaxed into the comforting touch.

"Trying to forget that he's not here," Roman answered a few moments later, sighing heavily. "We've never shared a bed without him between us."

Dean nodded, his eyes closing, his arm wrapping around Roman's waist, pulling him even closer into the warmth. He wasn't going to complain, being next to Roman was much better than being alone in a cold bed.

Roman stiffened when he felt moist lips against his shoulder, pressing slow butterfly kisses to the tattooed skin. "What are you doing?" he gasped out, Dean's lips moving up over his collarbone to his neck.

"Trying to forget that he's not here," he repeated, his hand sliding up Roman's back, before grasping a handful of the damp, dark hair, pulling Roman's head back to give him better access to the strong neck. He suckled the soft skin, biting just hard enough to pull a groan from the other man's lips.

Roman's hands grabbed Dean's hips as he maneuvered the other man over him. He looked up into the flustered blue eyes, thinking that he'd only seen Dean so undone by Seth. He smirked, running his hands up and under the black shirt to rest on warm sides. He bucked up into Dean, their clothed erections rubbing together, making both groan.

Both locked eyes, having a silent conversation between them. This was the first time that they'd done anything without Seth with them. Neither had ever really paid much attention to the other during sex, more interested in monopolizing Seth as much as they could. That didn't mean they hadn't touched each other, more for Seth's pleasure than their own. This wasn't anything other than mutual comfort, and both understood that.

Dean none too gently grabbed Roman's chin, turning his head to the side as he leaned in and bit down on the soft skin of the Samoan's neck. He groaned, finger tips digging into his hips as they pushed harder against the other.

Roman's back arched as he hissed out, Dean's teeth digging deep enough in him to leave marks. He tried to jerk free from the other man's hold, finding it harder to do than he'd originally though. He groaned, Dean letting his neck go for only a moment before teeth were once again in him. "Don't leave marks all over me," he growled, bucking roughly up into Dean. He couldn't get enough of the delicious friction between them.

"Why not? It's not like Seth's going to," he breathed roughly, looking down into heated eyes. He glared down at the other man, his heart starting to beat harder in his chest, that determined and unsettling look doing something to him. He swallowed hard around a sudden lump in his throat at the darkening look on Roman's face. "He walked out on us."

Roman growled, reaching up and grabbing Dean's hair, yanking him down to his side. He rose over Dean, keeping a firm hold on Dean's dirty blond locks. "He wouldn't leave either of us without saying it himself," he retorted lowly, his jaw tight around the words. He hated how badly Dean was pushing his buttons. "He loves us."

Dean snorted, wincing in pain as Roman moved in and bit down right at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He arched up into Roman, the initial pain turning instantly to pleasure as it coursed through him. "If he loved us so much, why isn't he here?" he shot back, his own hands digging into the long Raven locks, and yanking Roman's head back, his own mouth moving up to return the painful bites on Roman's chest.

Roman tried to push Dean away, grunting and growling as they both struggled to dominate the other on the bed, their bites getting harder, some drawing little droplets of blood. He rolled from his back to between Dean's legs his body fueled with heated words and hurt emotions. He hissed, yanking Dean's shirt over his head before he pushed him face first into the pillows. He breathed hard, dark blue eye looking over Dean's scarred shoulder at him.

Dean's chest hurt from his harsh breathing and the constant sting reminding him of losing the one person he cared about. He looked away, closing his eyes. He was being defiant by nature, refusing to give in easily.

Roman's eyes were narrowed when he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked Dean back. It was at that moment when he heard the pained whimper that he realized that him and Dean were feeling the same way. They both were hurt, they both needed someone to embrace them and like usual they were only fighting the other. They were pushing at each other, going as far as they could until the other one broke, neither willing to back down. He sighed inwardly, his fingers loosening and slowly running down the back of Dean's neck.

Dean's eyes shot open when he felt gentle kisses moving along the back of his shoulders, catching the very tip of his long scar. He turned his head to face Roman, his eyes wide when he saw the smoldering heat in the other man's face, the anger gone, leaving nothing but arousal. "What are you…?"

Roman's mouth opened as he pressed an opened mouth kiss against the side of the other man's neck, pulling Dean back so that his chest was flush against the warm skin of Dean's back. "I'm not fighting with you," he breathed, his kisses moving upwards to Dean's ear. His tongue flicked the silver ring. "Since this whole thing started with Seth all we've done is fight and argue. Even now we're just pushing against the other." He pushed his face into Dean's neck, pressing a gentle kiss there. "He hurt us both and we're just making it worse."

Dean felt his heart pound in his chest, the words echoing through him. It was true, he couldn't remember the last time that him and Roman had fun together. He couldn't remember the last time they'd just sat down and had a conversation. He leaned into Roman's body, closing his eyes as Roman's arms wrapped around his waist. He didn't speak, just let the words resound in his head.

"I don't want to fight with you anymore Dean," Roman murmured, kissing up Dean's jaw. "I do miss the friendship we had before this." He felt Dean's body stiffen before he pulled away completely. He watched Dean slowly turn to him, the vulnerable look on the other man's face almost heart breaking. He gave a small smile, cupping one cheek in his hand.

Roman's grey eyes moved down to Dean's lips. He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. He could taste Dean's breath on his lips as the hurried pants rushed over him. He leaned in, greys locking with blues. He felt his heart ache more than he wanted to admit when Dean turned away from him, refusing to let their lips touch.

"No," Dean simply said, his voice a mere whisper.

Roman's jaw tightened at the refusal, but understood that they weren't in bed together because they had feelings for the other. They were there to release tension and temporarily forget their emotional pain. Kissing had no place if it was just a physical release. His hand wound in the back of Dean's hair loosely, his lips moving down to Dean's neck, littering it with slow, gentle kisses. His teeth sunk into the soft flesh lightly, pulling a moan from Dean's throat. He wouldn't admit how badly he'd wanted to kiss those soft looking lips.

Dean gasped out, heart pounding harder in his chest. His eyes closed and he wondered why he'd turned away from the gentleness of a single kiss. Truthfully, he only wanted Seth's lips on his, but he wasn't even sure if he'd have that again after being left alone in the ring. "Roman," he breathed, wrapping his arms around Roman's neck and pulling him down over him. He pushed up into the Samoan, groaning out at the hardness still between them. He looked up into the darkened face, swallowing hard. It was the first time he'd really noticed just how attractive Roman really was.

"Dean," Roman echoed, one hand sliding up the broad chest, his fingers running over a pink nipple. He couldn't help but smile when he heard the low groan from the other man's lips. His hand trailing back down to the waistband of Dean's boxers, pausing as his eyes met Dean's. He swallowed hard, his finger tips easing just under the elastic. He waited, silently asking for permission with his eyes.

Dean was still, the warm air around him feeling so much cooler. He shivered as he allowed his hands to tangle in the long locks. His eyes fluttered shut when he felt the very tip of Roman's fingers brush along the head of his aching cock. "Don't ask, just do," he murmured, pulling Roman in close so he could pepper light kiss all along his chest.

Roman's hand slid under the material and wrapped around the hard organ, falling to the side so that he could explore Dean's body with his other hand. He felt Dean's hands run all over his chest before one grew bold and started rubbing him over his lounge pants. He groaned, tugging Dean's boxers down and off. He smiled when Dean returned the favor, leaving them both completely naked under the covers.

Dean was the first to let his lips explore Roman's chest, running his tongue over the intricate tattoo before showing more than enough affection to the bronze nipples. His lips moved lower, taking in the intoxicating taste of the other man as his lips touched just above the neatly kept black pubic hair. He looked up, grey eyes intensely watching him. He smirked mischievously, licking his lower lip just before he engulfed the bulbous head of Roman's cock with his mouth.

Roman let out a low moan, his hands instantly grabbing for Dean's hair. "Fuck," he growled, tugging at the strands, demanding that Dean take more into his mouth. He wasn't disappointed when Dean took half of his length down before he eased back up, his cheeks hollowing perfectly. He watched Dean's head as it bobbed up and down on his cock, those pink lips darkening. "No wonder Seth loves this so much," he teased, wincing when Dean nipped the head none too gently.

"Don't run your mouth or else it ends right now," Dean bit out, pulling back from Roman's thick cock. He wouldn't admit that he was just the slightest bit jealous that Seth got to taste Roman every night they were together. He suckled the head just once more before he pushed the covers back and got out of the bed.

Roman was about to ask where Dean was going when the younger man walked over to his suitcase and unzipped it. He waited, fisting himself and stroking it slowly, the left over spit from Dean making it easy to give himself a little pleasure while the lunatic fringe was away. His eyes widened just slightly when Dean turned back to him, a condom and lube in hand. He hadn't expected them to go that far. He really thought they'd just get off with each other and call it a night.

Dean looked down at the floor, his throat constricted around the words he wanted to say. He feet carried him back to the bed, his hands trembling. "I want you to do two things for me," he said seriously, looking up into the grey eyes. He watched Roman nod and he took a deep breath. "I want you to fuck me. And I want you to make me bleed."

Roman's eyes widened, his mouth opening to protest the second part. Before he could say anything Dean was already speaking again.

"I want you to cut me."

Roman shook his head. "I don't know if I can do that," he answered honestly. He knew Dean was into some crazy things, but he'd never thought that Dean would be into that kind of pain.

"I know it's weird, but I can't ask Seth to do it," Dean said honestly, looking down at the spoils in his hands. His brows furrowed in slight frustration. "I love him and I don't want to scare him off or disgust him with this stupid kink that I have."

Roman nodded, mulling over the words. Inwardly it made him a little jittery that Dean would trust him that much with that kind of information and his body and not the man that held his heart. "I can't promise that I'll be good at this."

Dean shook his head, giving a half smirk. "You don't have to," he answered, handing over the tube of lubrication and the condom. He held up a razor blade that had been hidden under the foiled square. He moved onto the bed, following Roman's movements as he was laid back on the pillows, his legs spread for Roman to slip between.

Roman opened the tube and squeezed a little of the clear gel on his fingers. He set the tube off to the side as he pressed a kiss to Dean's thigh, circling the tight entrance before pushing in. He heard a gasp and groaned at the tightness around him. He could barely hold back the building anticipation to be inside the smaller body.

"Fuck, do it Rome," Dean groaned, feeling invaded but loving it at the same time. He couldn't explain how good it felt. He handed over the razor blade, his eyes meeting Roman's. "I trust you."

Roman's heart thumped hard at those words as he slipped another finger in without warning. He nodded, taking the edge and dragging the sharp corner along Dean's thigh, a shallow, thin line of red blossoming behind him. He watched as Dean's eyes closed in a pained pleasure. He slid the razor on Dean's skin, his fingers working to stretch Dean as best as he could.

Dean hissed, the sting of Roman's hot tongue following the lines he made. He didn't complain at the pain, instead taking it and letting everything go in it. He loved pain, he loved how alive it made him feel. His eyes opened, ready to complain when Roman pulled away from him completely, those thick fingers leaving him feeling empty.

Roman's eyes met Dean's, the razor resting between his pinky and ring finger as he opened the condom and slid it on. "Ready?" he asked, dousing his rod with the slick fluid. He watched as Dean nodded before he lined them up and slowly pushed in.

Dean whimpered, his fingers tight in the sheets, his lower lip falling victim between his teeth as he was stretched even further by Roman's cock than he had been by those fingers. He let out a howl as Roman came to the hilt, pushing right into his prostate. The pleasure was mixed with pain as he felt the razor on his chest, curved lines moving all around him, these ones a little deeper, more blood bubbling to the surface.

Roman watched Dean as his body contorted in pleasure. He couldn't admit that he kind of liked seeing that pained pleasure on Dean's face with each new cut he made mixing with his slow thrusts. He licked at the newest line across Dean's collarbone before he tossed the razor blade away. "I can't," he murmured, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of Dean's neck. His cock throbbed hard. "I can't focus on that and fucking you."

Dean smirked, sighing happily. "It's okay, thank you," he breathed, feeling the new cuts burn as Roman's skin touched his, their sweat mixing. "Just fuck me." He wasn't disappointed when he felt Roman's once gentle thrusts pick up speed and power, their bodes colliding together over and over again. He hated that just that little bit of pain and pleasure mixed had his so close already. "Roman." His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time to Roman's thrusts.

Roman pulled back, pushing their foreheads together as they moved. "I'm close too," he admitted, one hand grabbing onto Dean's hip as his speed picked up. "God, you're so fucking tight."

Dean smirked, his eyes closing as he felt that last little bit of pressure build up before bursting in his belly. He howled, his free hand tangling in Roman's hair, yanking him down so that their lips met, tongue and teeth clashing in a sloppy kiss.

Roman was shocked but didn't have much time to think. With the mix of Dean's mouth dominating his and the tight walls spasming around him, it didn't take more than another couple thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt and released as well, panting as him and Dean continued fighting each other with their tongues. He was the one to pull back, gasping for air as he pulled out of the other male. "Fuck…."

Dean nodded, smiling as he laid there completely spent. He looked down at the few red lines on his right thigh, a few across his chest. What made him stop was the small heart on his left pectoral with the initials SR in them. He relaxed into the pillows, looking over at Roman who was pulling the used condom off and throwing it away.

Roman pulled the covers up to them, looking over his handiwork on Dean's chest. His fingers slid over the light lines, sure that after a couple days they would be gone, leaving nothing but a memory. "Was that okay?" he asked, Dean's hand coming up to hold his.

Dean nodded, turning to his side and curling right into Roman's chest. "Thank you," he breathed, pressing feather like kisses along the dark neck. He pulled back, looking into the grey eyes before he pushed their lips together in a soft kiss.

Roman's eyes closed as their tongues touched, this time gently massaging the other, their heated words and needs gone. His hand came up to smooth back the long blond bangs, smiling when he pulled back and looked into the light blue eyes. "Better?"

Dean nodded, still worried about the following day. "Don't tell Seth about the blood thing, okay?" he asked, his eyes closing and fatigue starting to take over.

"I won't." Roman tightened his arms around Dean, his eyes lids growing heavy. "We'll fix everything tomorrow. Okay? He'll come back to us."

Dean only nodded, hoping that Roman was right but too tired to let doubt cloud his mind.

(A/N): So I've only been working on this since the day Seth bailed on Dean and Roman last month and I've finally gotten the first chapter finished! I hope you guys like it. It's my first real attempt at Ambreigns, so I hope it's not terrible. I hope you're enjoying it. This is only a two shot so the next chapter is the end. Will Seth come back and what will Roman and Dean do? Tune in! Onwards and upwards! The title is The Catalyst by Linkin Park. Chapter title is Fallout also by Linkin Park.

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