Disclaimer: See Chapter 3.

Note: This is the last chapter loves! Honestly and truly! And I had to finish it after RAW tonight. Like my heart is fucking broken. Anyway, thank you everyone for everything, the favs, the follows, the reviews, and just plain reading. I hope you've enjoyed this as much as I have writing it! Until next time loves! -JJ

In The End

Roman wanted to reach out for Dean's hand as they made their way through the hotel corridor to their room. He would have reached out and took it if he'd felt like it was something suddenly too taboo. After him and Dean had parted lips in the SUV they had shared one last look before they started back to the hotel, neither touching the other. He was the one to reach the door first and slide his keycard into the slot. He pulled it out quickly and waited for the bulb to turn green. Once it had, he pushed the door open, finding that the room was already bright, and bags were already brought it. Seth was there.

Dean ran his fingers over the small of Roman's back as he passed, his eyes never leaving the carpet. He was stuck somewhere between confusion and happiness. He was happy that Seth had come back to them, although he was still angry, but at the same time he still had no clue where him and Roman stood. At that moment he would hold off on questioning him, knowing that they had to get things worked out with Seth before they tried working on whatever it was that they had, or didn't have.

Roman felt heat emit from where Dean had touched him before his eyes landed to where Seth was sitting cross legged on the bed, in a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. He crossed his arms over his chest after he dropped his bag next to him, Dean doing the same. His grey eyes were narrowed on Seth's wide brown ones. He felt his heart ache. As much as he just wanted to forget about the entire situation and hold Seth to him, there were answers both him and Dean needed.

Dean looked over at Roman, seeing the dark look on the handsome features. He felt a shiver run down his spine, remembering plenty of times he'd been on the receiving end of that same scowl. "So, are you going to fucking explain what the fuck last night was about?" he asked, resting his hands on his hips, his voice stern. He had to know before he felt in solace in Seth returning to them. "And this better be fucking good."

Seth sucked in a breath, his hands fiddling in his lap as he looked down at them. "Look, it wasn't mean to be like that," he started, looking up to find a murderous look on Dean's face.

"Really? Because you didn't seem to have a problem watching as we got our asses kicked," Dean snapped, taking a step towards the bed. His blood was still boiling. Everything was coming to a head, the constant reminder that Seth had only reached out to Roman for them to talk pushing to the forefront of his mind, making everything all that much bitter. "Leaving me to get my face smashed into the canvas."

Seth closed his eyes, taking a big breath and letting it loose slowly. "I'm sorry," he murmured, opening his eyes and looking up at both men.

"Sorry? That's all you're going to fucking say to me?" Dean snapped, throwing his arms up. "It's going to take a lot fucking more than—"

Roman held his arm out just as Dean took another step forward, the other man instantly stopping. "Yelling at each other isn't going to get us anywhere," he said gently, looking over at Dean, his features softening. "Okay?" He saw Dean's small, almost reluctant nod, before he turned his attention back to Seth. "Now, explain it to us why you thought leaving us was the best decision you had?"

"It wasn't okay!" Seth said with exasperation. "Look at you two though, for once you aren't fighting. You aren't bickering over stupid shit or just annoying the other one for the fun of it. That's why I left. Yeah, it was to play up some cracks in us for the crowd but seriously, we aren't a group anymore."

"How do you figure?" Roman asked, looking from Dean to Seth, thinking that they were together in the room, they were still working together.

"Think about it Ro. Ever since this whole thing started with me and you and me and Dean all you two is fight. We can't just hang out and have fun without one of you trying to monopolize me or somehow one up the other," Seth explained, looking from Roman's wide grey eyes to Dean's blank blue ones.

"You sound a bit conceited, don't you think?" Dean snarled, his voice barely above a mumble.

"If it wasn't the truth, it would be," Seth returned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Look, the truth is, I hate how we are. I hate that you two haven't had a decent conversation in months. I hate that you two don't get along like you used to before this all started. And I hate being in bed with both of you at the same time."

Both Dean and Roman jerked at the last sentence, looking at each other before their eyes landed on Seth again.

"So, are you saying you only want one of us at a time?" Roman asked, his heart pounding at the thought. While he wouldn't mind a little more one on one time with Seth, he knew that Dean would be thinking about the text message and how both of their fears would only grow about the other stealing Seth away.

"No, I'm saying that it isn't fun anymore. I love having both of you, god it's the fucking best, but when you two are secretly competing with each other, it stops being fun. You may not notice it, but I do. I love both of you and I want to be able to have sex with both of you without feeling like I'm being fought over," Seth went on, moving to put his legs over the edge of the bed. "But for once you're both standing there, on the same page and listening. So, it wasn't a complete failure."

"You love me huh?" Dean asked, his voice gravelly, his eyes narrowing. "Then why is it that Roman's the only fucking on that can get a text?" He was still angry over the small message. In that moment, he could feel Roman's eyes on him as he focused on Seth's almost exasperated expression.

Seth stood, walking over to his bag. "How often do you actually have your phone?" he asked, unzipping it and digging. "I would've sent one to you too, if it wouldn't have been in my bag." He pulled back, holding up the black device.

Dean just looked at Seth and his phone, thinking that he hadn't looked for it after Seth had left, that he hadn't paid too much attention to even thinking about where it was. A small smile broke out on his lips, finally easing up on the fear that Seth might want Roman more than him.

Seth tossed the phone towards his boyfriend with a smile. "I'm sorry for how it ended up. I didn't want to just leave you like that, but it was the only way I could get you two to really sit down and get on the same page about something," he finished. "I'm sorry and I love you, both of you."

Dean was the one to move first, dropping his phone to the floor before he wrapped his arms around Seth and held him close. He pushed his face into Seth's neck, breathing in the other man's scent. "Don't you ever fucking walk out on us like that again," he growled, pulling back just enough to force his mouth against Seth's, devouring every taste he could.

Roman smirked, watching as Dean kissed Seth over and over again. He was happy that Seth was back and that things could go back to normal. He stepped over and rested a hand on Dean's shoulder, causing the two to part reluctantly. He saw the small look of annoyance on Dean's face. "We'll try and be better," he said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Seth's lips, smirking at the scowl Dean shot him.

For a moment, Dean felt jealous seeing Roman's lips on Seth's. What worried him was that he wasn't jealous of Roman kissing Seth. He was jealous that Seth was kissing Roman. He tried to push it away; that thought alone scaring him. He didn't want those kinds of feelings when he just wanted to fall into the oblivion of pleasure that was kissing the man he loved.

Seth smiled, pulling back from Roman's sweet lips. "So, this mean we're okay?" he asked gently, reaching out and taking Roman's hand in his. He looked from Roman to Dean, finding both nodding at him. "Good. Because I don't know what I'd do if I lost either one of you."

Dean felt his heart swell at that moment, knowing that it was Seth's way of telling him that he couldn't be without him. He felt Seth's lips on his again and without thinking he closed his eyes and let his tongue play along Seth's, the other man tugging both him and Roman towards the king size bed. In that moment, nothing mattered, just him and Seth and Roman.

Roman held back, watching as Dean and Seth kissed each other fully. He couldn't help but smirk at the almost desperate way Dean held to the other man. He knew Dean loved Seth, and he knew it shouldn't sting quite so bad that he was wrapped up in the Architect's arms again. He pushed those thoughts back as he moved onto the bed with them, his lips instantly moving to press gentle kisses to Seth's neck, the sot scruff ticking his cheek.

Dean smirked as he pulled back and followed Roman's lead, kissing and nipping at the other side of Seth's neck. He looked over, sharing a small look with Roman. He smirked, the same devious look in Roman's lust filled eyes. At that moment, they both made a silent pact to give Seth as much pleasure as they could without fighting.

Both tugged at Seth's shirt, Dean moving to once against kiss over Seth's neck, leaving little love bites that he knew would fade by morning. Roman took to Seth's chest, his fingers moving to pluck at pink nipples, his lips slowly lowering down from a well defined collarbone.

"Roman… Dean," Seth murmured, his brain going fuzzy with pleasure, both working hard to hit every single hot spot on him. He gasped, both nipples being taken into hot mouths simultaneously. He felt two hands rubbing against his hot length over his sweats. "Fuck, guys…."

Dean bit down on the pink bit of flesh, smirking at the growing whimpers above him. He kissed lower, leaving a slick trail. He shuddered, his own cock hardening further as he watched as Roman followed right over his small trail, licking at the same spots, those grey eyes focused on him for the briefest of moments. He moved down just a little lower, his hands fisting in the waistband of Seth's pants and pulling them down just enough to expose the pink cock head. He smirked for only a moment before Roman swung in and pressed a kiss to the underside.

Roman could feel the heated look on him as his tongue moved around the edge of the crown, his teeth nibbling gently. He looked up at Dean, those blue eyes focused fully on him. He felt his heart race at the way Dean's lust filled eyes watched him so closely.

Dean couldn't take his eyes off of Roman's lips as they moved around the tip and suckled Seth down, only teasing him. He felt his own cock throb against his leg, wanting those lips on him. He knew Roman had to be teasing him. He looked up, Seth's hand sliding into his hair. He turned his attention back to his boyfriend, smiling softly when he moved back up to Seth's lips, capturing them sweetly while Roman tugged Seth's pants off fully, freeing his hands. He cupped the back of Seth's head with one hand, the other resting against the scruffy cheek. He felt every emotion he held pouring into his kiss, giving everything to Seth.

Seth sucked it all in, his tongue gliding along Dean's slowly. "I love you," he murmured, looking into the darkened blue eyes. "I fucking love you." He hissed, Roman nipping a little rougher at the base of his cock. "I love you too." He smiled, looking down as Roman sucked most of his length down. His eyes fluttered shut, Dean's lips moving down his cheek to his neck. He couldn't breath through the pleasure and he couldn't focus. He yanked wildly at Dean's shirt, wanting to hurry up and get both of his lovers naked.

Dean pulled away, suddenly thinking about the marks on him from the night before. He couldn't get naked show them. He could explain the shallow cuts but not the heart in his chest, that itself would be too much. He maneuvered himself behind Seth, his fingers plucking at the pink nipples as Roman continued pleasing Seth with his hot mouth. "Look at him," he breathed into Seth's ear, those grey eyes looking up at both of them. "He looks so fucking good between your legs."

Seth let out a whimper, one hand sliding into Roman's pulled back hair, the other sliding up to wrap around Dean's neck. His head fell back, his mouth open panting as his hips moved shallowly.

Roman smirked around Seth's cock, his eyes meeting Dean's fully. He swallowed Seth fully, taking every bit into his mouth, watching as Dean's eyes slowly widened. He eased back up, pulling back and licking his lower lip. He knew Dean could understand him without words. I want you.

Dean felt a shiver run through him igniting every nerve inside of him. He felt the corner of his mouth move upwards in a smirk. I want you too. He answered. He should've known that him and Roman wouldn't have stopped after their kiss in the rental. He was almost surprised how much he wanted the other man.

"Dean, please," Seth whined, once again tugging at his shirt. He reach down and yanked Roman's shirt up and over his head, smiling at the dark skin exposed. "I can't be the only one naked here."

Dean felt fear sink into him, Seth turning away from Roman completely so he could pull at the hem of his shirt. He grabbed Seth's hands, his eyes going from one confused brown orb to the other. "I don't want to take my shirt off," he murmured, his gaze faltering to look at Roman's widened eyes. "Just this time."

Seth shook his head, his hands rushing up under it, his nimble fingers tweaking both nipples at the same time. "Really? Because you love when I can touch your chest," he teased, lips attaching to Dean's neck as his fingers spread, touching as much of the other man's pectoral as possible. He felt the roughness of healing scabs and pulled back, jerking Dean's shirt up.

Roman's eyes were wide, Seth stopping when the heart with his initials were shown. He swallowed hard, the entire room going tense. His eyes watched as Dean turned his head, looking almost ashamed. He reached behind Seth, resting his hand on Dean's calf, squeezing it gently. He'd wanted Dean to tell Seth about this but not like this, not on the fly.

"Dean?" Seth asked, one hand holding the cotton material up while his fingers ran over the heart. "What is this?" His voice wasn't hard, it was actually soft, worried almost. "What happened?"

Roman went to somehow take the pressure of Dean, say that it was his fault or something. His heart pounded hard in his chest as he stiffened, sure that things would only fall apart if he didn't. He wasn't going to force Dean to handle this alone.

Dean took a breath, his eyes meeting Roman's for the briefest of moments before they flicked to Seth's worried brown ones. "I…" he started, his voice shaking. He was terrified of letting Seth this far inside him. He knew Seth would leave, say that he was a freak. "I like being cut sometimes. Something about the pain is exciting."

Seth let a smile ghost across his lips. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the healing skin. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" he asked, his tongue flicking out over the healing wound. He felt Dean's body stiffen before a groan left the perfect lips of the lunatic fringe.

"I didn't want you to ever leave," Dean heard himself say before he thought about it. He looked down into wide brown eyes. "I love you, I don't want to lose you over something so stupid." He looked away, unable to meet Seth's or Roman's eyes.

"You idiot," Seth chuckled, cupping Dean's face, turning so their eyes would meet. "Something like that wouldn't make me leave. As long as you don't want to cut me up, it's something we can talk about." He smiled, kissing Dean's lips tenderly, strong arms wrapping around him. He pulled back, pushing Dean back by his shoulders so he could press a gentle kiss to the heart. "I'm flattered you even used my initials."

Dean bit his tongue, wanting to say that it was Roman that had put them in his skin, but at that moment in time, he didn't want to think about ruining what they had. Sure, Seth had left them so they would figure things out, that didn't mean he wanted them to fall into bed together. He thought he'd tell Seth another time, keep the surprises to a minimum for the night.

Roman smiled from his spot, watching as Dean slowly relaxed, his and Seth's lips clasping together over and other again, their hands roaming over the other's body slowly, taking in every single inch they could touch. He moved into the fray, pushing Seth's free hair away from his neck so he could kiss at the thick scar, knowing that it was still so sensitive to his and Dean's tender touches. He heard Seth's groan and he could see Dean's smirk. He turned his head, his lips pressing against Seth's ear. "Take me tonight?" he asked, his eyes closing as his heart pounded.

Seth's entire body stiffened, his heart nearly stopping in his chest as he pulled from Dean to look at Roman. He could see the slight embarrassment, but the over all need and want on the handsome face. "You sure?" he asked, leaning into Dean. He looked up, finding an almost unreadable expression on Dean's features.

Roman nodded, his eyes opening but staying firmly pressed onto the sheets. He wanted Seth, he wanted to be taken. He felt lips on his again, and he couldn't help but groan, Seth's hands quickly unfastening his jeans and pulling them down, his underwear following. He laid there naked, Seth's firm hand taking his cock up and stroking him.

Dean felt his cock throb, his head sinning. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be there for this. He knew this was something special for Roman, something that could only happen once. He didn't want to intrude on that kind of special moment between Seth and Roman. He went to leave the bed, give the two their moment but was stopped with a firm hand on his wrist. He looked up, finding Roman's eyes focused on him, Seth's mouth working on Roman's neck.

Roman could see the evident shock on Dean's face. He didn't want Dean to leave. "Stay," he murmured, feeling Seth's teeth sink a little deeper into him. He whimpered, unable to block out the overwhelming pleasure. He gently tugged at Dean's wrist, his tattooed arm wrapping around Seth.

Dean nodded, unable to say no. Something in Roman's eyes had him stuck, had him wanting to watch Roman submit and completely fall apart under his watchful gaze. He moved in, his lips touching the corner of Roman's mouth before he pulled back and turned his attention to Seth.

It was a whirlwind of bodies as Dean was stripped of the rest of his clothing. Lips pressed against lips, against sweaty skin, arms wrapping and unwrapping around each other as both Roman and Dean pushed to keep Seth so wrapped up in pleasure that he could barely think straight.

It wasn't until Seth had Roman on his back his lips pressed against a firm hipbone that time seemed to slow down, pulling Roman back to what was about to happen. He groaned, Seth spreading his legs just a little wider. He felt the bed rise, showing that Dean had left the bed. He searched around the room with his eyes, finding comfort when he felt the bed suddenly dip under the added weight again.

Dean handed over the tube of lube, his eyes following Roman's body as it shivered, his chest raising and lowering quickly with each breath. He smiled, crawling up to Roman's face, his lips moving in to whisper into Roman's ear, "Relax Rome." He pulled back, his gaze filled with nothing but the other man's completely undone face, the fear and nerves showing through brightly but still aroused.

Seth watched the two interact, keeping his smile hidden as he coated a single finger and pushed it against the tight pucker. "Relax for me Ro," he breathed, leaning in and pressing a kiss to a hipbone as he circled the virgin entrance, wanting to get it nice and wet for him. He wanted Roman to feel as little discomfort as possible.

Dean looked down to where Seth was busy getting Roman slicked up. "Don't be a tease Seth," he nearly chuckled, Seth shooting him a dark look. "Look at him, he wants you and you're just barely touching him."

Seth smirked, the tip of his finger pushing in, Roman's body already starting to clamp down on him. "I'm being gentle, something you seem to have trouble with sometimes," he retorted, seeing the defiance in Dean's eyes. He turned his attention to Roman, his lips moving in and kissing the other man's neck. "I love you Roman, I love you so much."

Roman felt his chest grow with heat, his entire body wanting nothing more that to completely give into Seth. He felt that sneaky finger sliding into him fully, the single digit wiggling around, looking for that one spot inside of him that had never been touched.

Seth met Roman's lips with his, pulling a sudden gasp from the strong throat when he finally found the bundle of nerves he was looking for.

"Again," Roman nearly begged, the pleasure shoot up his spine. He wasn't disappointed when he felt that spot being brushed against again. He groaned, Seth's lips leaving his. His eyes followed Seth as he went back to work on stretching him. His gaze wandered, Dean's blond head moving in. He'd barely heard Seth's soft voice saying something but he couldn't make the words out.

"Touch him Dean," Seth encouraged, looking over the bronze body. Roman looked so fucking good spread out on the bed in front of him. He watched closely as Dean leaned in and pressed a kiss to Roman's chest, his mouth instantly attaching to a bronze nipple. He couldn't describe how good it looked to see Dean and Roman there, Roman's hand moving up to wind in Dean's hair. He took his time, watching the show of Dean on Roman's chest as he slowly stretched Roman for him.

Roman couldn't think right, his mind fuzzy with pleasure. He could only feel the waves of pleasure as they crashed into him, his body craving more, as a hand came into contact with his cock. He cried out, his rod aching.

Seth pulled away from Roman, moving to lay beside him. "Ride me," he murmured, leaning over and kissing Roman's lips softly. He smiled, pulling back, watching as Roman's bigger body moved to straddle him. He felt another set of hands on him. "Wait, Rome." He groaned, his mouth moving faster than his mind. "Did you want… can I…?"

Roman smiled, nodding. Yeah, he wanted Seth without anything. This was the first, and possibly only time this would happen; he wanted to feel everything. He felt the slick head press against this entrance, Seth's hands resting on his hips. He lowered down, his eyes never straying from Seth's. Instantly he felt the burning of being stretched further than he ever had before. He bit his lower hip, his eyes closing as he tried to relax.

Dean eased up behind Roman, his hands coming up to pluck at the bronze nipples, trying to take some of the pain away and replace it with mind numbing pleasure. He smiled when he heard Roman's low groans, his lips attaching to the back of Roman's shoulder, sucking and nipping.

Seth barely held back his smile, the hot encasement around him so perfect. It wasn't just Roman over him that had him smiling, but the way Dean went out of his way, without even being asked, to give Roman some sort of pleasure and help him get over the initial pain of being penetrated. "Take your time," he encouraged, his thumbs rubbing small, comforting circles on Roman's hips, one hand moving to the slowly sagging cock. He stroked Roman slowly, gently, his hips pushing upwards just enough to grind him and Roman together.

Roman felt a spark inside him, Seth's cock pressing against his prostate. "Again," he urged, panting as he leaned back against Dean. He felt that pleasure shoot through him over and over again. He didn't think as he turned, one arm reaching back for Dean. His lips crashed into the other man's, their tongues instantly meeting and gliding along the other. He leaned back, arching back as his hips ground down into Seth's. His lips brushed against Dean's, his voice a low, husky whisper. "I want you inside me too."

Dean's entire body froze. He felt his mouth go dry, his eyes widening as he pulled back to look into the lust filled, half lidded eyes. He tried to pull out a smirk as he moved closer, knowing that Seth could hear their every word. "You don't double team a virgin, Rome," he murmured, watching as Seth's eyes widened. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I can handle a little pain," Roman answered back, pulling Dean back in for another kiss. "Just do it, please." He felt Dean's body shiver against his before their lips parted and he was pushed to lay chest to chest with Seth. His lips instantly met Seth's, the two toned man dominating his mouth.

Dean tried not to panic as he reached for the gel and coated two fingers. He wasn't sure if he would be able to keep from hurting Roman with both him and Seth. Neither one of them were exactly small. He took a breath, pushing one finger into the already stuffed hole. He tried to hold back the deep rumbling growls at how hot and tight Roman was. "Move a little Seth," he encouraged, thinking that maybe if Seth could help loosen Roman up it would help.

Roman couldn't feel anything but pleasure as Seth moved inside him, his hips still as Seth slowly pulled out and pushed back in. His mouth refused to leave Seth's, his hands clutching the other man's two toned hair tightly in his hands. He didn't know how long he laid there, chest to chest with Seth, but he felt Dean's fingers slip free and his heart started to pound. He looked over his shoulder, Dean moving to leave the bed. "No, just like you are," he breathed, his voice so low he was sure Dean might have missed it.

Dean didn't. He heard it, he heard every last syllable. He leaned in, coating himself before he pressed the head against Roman's stretched hole. "Breathe in," he murmured, closing his eyes as he pushed in just enough for the head to sink past the tight ring of muscle. "Breathe out and relax." He kissed up the side of Roman's neck, slowly, so fucking slowly sinking into the tightness. He groaned, finding that it almost hurt how good him and Seth were smashed together inside the Samoan.

Roman bit his lower lip enough to draw blood, the pain immense. He kept telling himself that this was what he wanted. That he wanted both Dean and Seth to take him, take his cherry. He could've laughed at how he sounded like a teenage girl but after taking a moment to adjust to Dean and Seth both being crammed inside him he pushed back on them, a bolt of pleasure running through him.

Seth and Dean both started slow, one pulling out while the other pushed in, both going slow so they didn't hurt Roman. Their lips were all over Roman's face and neck and chest, their hands running over perfectly sculpted muscles and tattooed skin. Nothing but their breath and the creaking of the bed could be heard, the only other noise in the hotel room being their varied groans and moans of pleasure, the occasional curse word flying from Dean's mouth.

Seth smiled as he looked into Roman's eyes. "I love you," he murmured, reaching between them and taking Roman's neglected cock up and stroking him. "You're so fucking hot taking me and Dean like this." He couldn't help but notice the flush on Roman's cheeks. "You're fucking perfect Roman. Isn't he Dean?"

Dean grunted his response, his teeth sinking into the back of Roman's shoulder. "Fucking perfect," he answered, his arms wrapping around Roman's waist. His fingers worked over hard nipples, one hand trailing down to wrap around Seth's and help jerk Roman.

Roman couldn't think, he could barely even speak. Each thrust no matter if it was from Seth or Dean hit him right in his prostate, combined with the jerking of his cock, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He murmured he was close, his muscles clenching around the other two.

Seth bit his lower lip, his free hand tugging Roman down so their lips could meet. "Cum baby," he encouraged, closing his eyes as Roman tightened around him and Dean again. "Fuck, doing that and I'm not going to be able to hold on."

"I don't want you to," Roman answered, kissing Seth hard. He felt his balls tighten into him, the pressure in his belly breaking as he came between him and Seth, a hot sticky release filling him at the same time. He growled, the hot release stinging his already sore insides.

Seth smiled, letting Roman collapse onto him, his clean hand running through the long hair, pushing it away from Roman's sweaty face. He pressed a kiss to Roman's nose, pulling himself free. He looked up, Dean's lower lip bleeding from how hard Dean was knawling on it. He had to admit that it was one hot sight to see Dean behind Roman, fucking him so gently but possessively. He felt Roman as he moved over him, Dean shuddering before he leaned over them and whispered into Roman's ear.

"Do you want me to pull out?" Dean asked, both hands flat against Roman's stomach, trapped between the biggest and smallest member of the group. He watched Roman's head shake slightly before he smiled, actually smiled and turned so his lips could capture Roman's in a soft, gentle kiss as his hips pushed into Roman one last time and his release shot from him.

Roman pulled back from the kiss after he felt Dean stop throbbing inside him, their bodies remaining tangled together as all three of them laid there breathing heavily. He rolled off of Seth to the right side of the bed while Dean took the left. He smiled, his eyelids heavy and drooping. "I love you," he murmured, throwing a heavy arm over Seth's chest, his fingers wrapping around Dean's arm before he fell asleep.

Roman woke a couple hours later, his eyes cracking open as he looked beside him, the only other person still in the king sized bed being Seth whom at that moment was holding onto a pillow. He smiled, moving to press a kiss to Seth's cheek, hating just how sore his entire body was. He was so fucking happy that he had the next couple days off or else everyone was going to see the hitch in his walk. He wondered where Dean had wondered off to.

He sat up fully, looking around the dark room. The moment he felt the cool breeze he knew that Dean had walked out onto the attached balcony. He struggled to stand, his legs aching and jelly like as he grabbed a pair of his shorts from his bag and pulled them on. He walked over to the cracked door, finding Dean standing there, leaning heavily on the banister. He could smell the offending odor of smoke and he wrinkled his nose. "I thought you quit," he teased gently, chuckling.

Dean turned quickly, his eyes wide when they landed on Roman. "I did," he answered, turning back to where he'd been standing. He'd been standing there for the better part of an hour, his mind refusing to turn off. But at that moment, his entire mind was blank and his heart was racing in his chest. He still couldn't get over what had happened between him and Seth and Roman. "I just have a lot of shit on my mind and I don't really feel like talking about it."

Roman could hear the uneasiness in Dean's voice. He smirked, reaching over and plucking the white stick from between Dean's fingers.

"Hey, that's my fucking—"

Roman took a long drag, holding in the burning smoke before he let it out, feeling the instant relaxing affects from the nicotine as it hit him full force. He looked over, Dean's face slack with shock and completely fucking priceless. "I tried smoking a couple times in high school and college. My mom nearly took my head off when she found out. That and it wasn't for me." He chuckled, handing the stick back, his fingers brushing along Dean's. He told himself to ignore the tingling spark of their fingers touching.

Dean gave a nervous chuckle, taking another drag before he tossed the butt away. He blew out the smoke, looking over to where Roman was now leaning forward, his arms against the banister. "How're you feeling?" he asked gently, unable to ignore the glowing blush on Roman's face.

Roman looked in the opposite direction away from Dean. "I'm just a bit sore," he murmured, finding anything for his gaze to fall on, as long as it wasn't Dean. "Nothing terrible or anything."

"I'm sorry," Dean whispered, thinking that he should've turned Roman's desperate want down. He felt his heart flip in his chest, his pulse racing at just the memory of having Roman's body under him. He'd do anything to have Roman again, this time that sweet body wrapped around him, legs and arms clinging to him while he pounded into Roman's tight body. He tried to stop thinking about it, the same heart fluttering sensation taking over him.

It was that feeling that had made him leave both Roman and Seth alone in the bed. He'd watched Roman fall asleep, those grey eyes unfocused and completely satisfied. Something about seeing Roman so vulnerable and fulfilled had made his chest hurt, his heart thump hard. He'd shared a short make out session with Seth afterwards, holding the smaller man to him while Seth drifted off as well. It wasn't until he knew both were both asleep that he left the bed for some fresh air so he could actually think.

Roman looked up into the dark sky, only able to see a couple dim stars in the sky. "I enjoyed it," he admitted, looking over into Dean's eyes. "It felt good, and it wasn't that painful." He leaned in, his lips brushing against Dean's ear. "You took good care of me."

Dean felt heat rush through him, his entire body growing hot and his face flushing at the sultry words. He'd been so afraid that he'd hurt Roman, that his thrusts were too rough, that his hold was too tight. He never wanted to be like those guys that had done the same to him, tearing him and making him bleed. He felt his body start to shake, the air getting heavy. "I've never taken someone's virginity," he breathed, looking up into Roman's widening eyes. He shrugged, trying hard to play it off. "They get too clingy ya know, thinking you're going to be with them forever or some shit like that."

Roman couldn't help but laugh, thinking just how much Dean was deflecting this. "Well you own half of mine now," he said, looking down at the empty street below them. He fell into silence, Dean standing next to him and doing the same. He closed his eyes and felt the breeze on his skin, the cool wind soothing him and clearing his mind.

"What are we?" Dean asked after a few minutes had passed. He looked over, his and Roman's eyes meeting. "What does all this make us now?"

Roman dropped his glance down to the concrete below them. "I don't really know," he finally answered. "We can be friends that just get together sometimes when we have the urge. It's whatever you want." He hated the sound of those words as they left his mouth. He didn't want something serious right away with Dean but he didn't want to just be a booty call at the same time. He just wanted to take his time and take whatever it was him and Dean had slow.

Dean knew he should be happy that Roman was offering them a loose relationship, but he wasn't. He hated the sound of it. He absolutely hated that idea that him and Roman wouldn't have some sort of title on what it was between them. "Let's just take this one day at a time and figure it out as we go? I don't want to just be your fuck buddy," he admitted, watching as Roman nodded and turned to him.

Roman liked that idea, taking it as they went. He could handle that. He knew what him and Dean had couldn't be defined anyway, it was just something they had. He turned back towards the door, the air starting to get too cool for him.

Dean reached out, grabbing Roman's wrist lightly. The moment he saw those grey eyes on him, he smiled as he tugged Roman back to him, their lips instantly meeting. He groaned, strong arms wrapping around him as their lips parted and tongues met. This kiss wasn't like some of their previous ones. It wasn't full of lust or the promise of physical comfort. It was gentle, showing that there was something between them that needed to be explored.

Roman held Dean a little tighter, knowing that he'd never be able to let him go. The only think he had to think about was how they were going to tell Seth about their latest development. He groaned, Dean's lips wrapping around his tongue and gently sucking it. He decided that it was something he would figure out the next morning.

Seth smiled as he watched from his spot in the middle of the bed. He shook his head at the two, curling a little tighter around the pillow that he was holding. After all the betrayal, the lies, the hurt that he'd caused, it was actually worth it. Finally those two had given into the other and noticed that there was something there, something more than him. He sighed, his voice low in the silent air. He closed his eyes, the words floating around him triumphantly. "Mission Accomplished."

~Owari~

(A/N): So, this is the final chapter of The Catalyst! I have to say, I never thought it would get as popular as it has. Seriously, it was meant for something fun and it turned into one of my favorite short stories. It's also the very first Ambreigns that I've attempted so I'm glad it turned out so well. I want to say thank you to everyone that read, reviewed, followed, and favorited. You guys are fucking fantastic! And a super shout out to Sparkles Blue for getting me into this fandom. I was dead against these two but she made me see that this is a ship that I'm never going to get off of.

I huge shout out/thank you to Sparkles Blue, LegacyChick, Redsandman99, Angelsdee327, Melness0128, GatesVengance, Loretta's Purple Orchid for reviewing to every single chapter and just to everyone for taking the time to review! You guys are seriously amazing! Until Next time! Title is In The End by Linkin Park.

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