A/N: You all amaze me. Due to popular demand a little something to keep you entertained before we reach the climax of this story. ;)

Caught in the act – Chapter 3

Seth checked his watch and was surprised that his meeting with Hunter had ended earlier than expected. He had almost an hour before he had to be at the club so he put an alternative destination into his GPS and left the office building he had just had his meeting with Hunter at.

A mere ten minutes later he was at one of the bigger construction sites of the city and he was glad that he had picked the burly Escalade this morning instead of the Porsche as he steered the car through the mud.

The construction site was buzzing with life and it reminded him of ants running around being busy with whatever ants were busy with all day long. To be honest he probably knew as much about ants as he did about construction sites. Nothing. He couldn't even get a nail into the wall, that was what he had Roman for. He liked his job behind a clean desk just fine. So he watched for a little while from out of his car his eyes scanning the scene for someone. Once his eyes hit the target Seth climbed out and carefully avoided the puddles of water while stalking his prey.

He had to stop at a barricade but the barricade offered him a supreme view of the whole scene that unfolded 6 feet beneath him.

"Are you fucking crazy Show? How many times do I have to tell you to secure the digger before you put out the load? You almost killed Bo for fucks sake!"

"Sorry boss I promise it won't happen again."

The giant in front of the shouting man dropped his head. The size difference between the two was enormous. The one who had made the mistake was easily over seven feet tall while the other man stood at an impressive six feet four. Not that Seth knew for sure. Oh well he did since Roman and this guy were almost the same height. Almost.

"Yeah that is what you are always telling me. Get back to work and try not to kill anyone else. Please."

A hand was pushed through a mop of unruly hair before the safety helmet was put back on and the guy turned around.

"Now I understand why you think you are the one to top."

Deans eyes flashed up and he saw Seth grinning down at him. His belly did a little flip and he almost wanted to drop to his knees for the bastard up there but just in time he remembered that they were on his turf here. And that Seth had just told everybody around about his preference to top. And he wore no safety helmet.

Dean took two steps at a time and he reached Seth quickly.

"What are you doing here? And without a helmet? Are you insane?" he barked.

Without another thought Dean grabbed Seth and dragged him to one of the containers where his on-site office was located. He pushed Seth inside and shut the door behind himself with force.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Another sharp question.

Only when Seth turned and that playful smirk was gone from his face Dean slowed down to think. Shit. Had he just manhandled Seth? Had he barked at him? Double shit. He swallowed hard and was about to drop his head when Seth's wide smile reappeared.

"I am no full time Dom Dean. You had every right to do what you did. I was being cocky I guess and wanted to see how you react when I come onto your turf. And I have no clue of construction sites hence the no helmet thing. But apart from that I always have protection ready."

Seth produced a condom out of his pocket and threw it at Dean who caught it easily staring at it in disbelief.

"This is not going to happen. Not here. I am not even sure I want anything more to happen to be honest."

Seth stepped up to him to study those stormy blue eyes.

"And I thought Roman just fucked your ass a week ago. Didn't know he fucked with your head as well."

Seth clicked his tongue. So Roman had been right. They had connected somehow during the fuck that was much more than a fuck. And that was why he was here today. To inquire how Dean felt about the whole situation. And that was utterly confused it seemed.

"I don't know what happened between us Seth. I only know that it was a hell lot more than just a quick ass pounding. "

Dean hung his head and Seth took the last step towards him and he lifted Deans head till the other man had to look at him.

"That is what you wanted from the start, right? Something more?"

Seth felt Dean hesitate and he intensified his grip on Deans chin until it must have been painful. Trying to almost squeeze the truth out of the taller man.

"Yeah. Kinda fell for the two of you and the dynamic you have. The vibe you gave off before you even approached me. And after that…you showed me a side of me I never even knew about. And I liked it. A lot. I want to drop to my knees right this very second to please you and to be pleased."

"What is holding you back?" Seth shot back without missing a beat and when Deans eyes turned comically huge Seth chuckled.

"Relax. You are at work and I respect that. Like I said Dean. I may be a Dom in the bedroom but outside from it I am just a cocky asshole control freak. And that being said...this thing...it was supposed to be a game. Something fun. But it turned into something more really quick and that is something I can't stand. When something doesn't go as planned or when certain parties don't play by the rules. Roman had strict instructions. He was to fuck you because he is generally the gentler one of us. He was supposed to get you ready to bend over for me as well. He wasn't supposed to connect with you like he did. He crossed a line and he did it on purpose. So how am I to handle this? I already punished him in the bedroom. Trust me I did but he just wore his little sardonic smile and took it all. And then I have to see him at my breakfast table, at work and everywhere between. And he just watches me while I fume silently, and his eyes, they have that weird little spark. That tease. And they wait for me to crack. To see his side. He is playing me and I don't like it. And that bastard is winning. "

Seth ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

"I am here so he won. Fucker. I am here to find out what is so damn magical about your ass that my boyfriend dared to brake my rules...our rules. Sorry. I make it sound like I am a full time asshole which I am not. It is just...we have those rules and he broke them and it's frustrating."

Dean had listened to Seth's rant silently.

"So why are you here exactly? To fuck me? To get to know me? To curse me?"

Seth rolled his eyes.

"To invite you to dinner. Tuesday night, our night off. Then I will get to know you. Then fuck you and probably curse you. In that order."

Dean slowly walked over to his desk and sat down on that crappy office chair to buy himself some time. Had Seth just invited him for dinner? Plus dessert?

"You can cook?" Dean asked carefully and Seth shook his head grinning.

"No, and that is the beauty of this situation. Roman cooks. And I can take care of you in between courses." He wiggled his eyebrows and Dean had to grin as well.

"Okay. Is seven alright with you?"

Seth walked over and scribbled his address on a piece of paper.

"It's perfect." He said while he shoved the piece of paper over to Dean.

Dean grabbed it and Seth turned around to leave, satisfied.

Just before he was about to open the door he stopped and turned around, a finger raised.

"I almost forgot something. A little gift. I advise you to use it to prepare you for Tuesday."

Seth produced a deep blue butt plug out of his inner jacket pocket. It was wider than your average butt plug. If Dean had to guess it was around Roman's width.

"Use it." Seth said again before he left the container for good.

Dean grabbed the toy and carefully ran his hands over it.

What had he gotten himself into again?