Hello there! I'm back ;A; I'll be continuing my old stories soon, writer's block is a bitch.

Anyway, this is a shield story that contains some sensitive material and is not for the faint of heart. This is NOT for kids, hence the rating.

Warnings: m/m/m relationships, non-con, BDSM themes, Dom/Sub relationships, supernatural characters, slash.

if any of this offends you, please click away and dont flag. I will have this story on my archive of our own account as a back up. Okay? Enjoy!

Seth stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes counting the cracks in the wood. He could see stains from rain water all over. He focused on the constant 'drip-drop' of it as his self-proclaimed 'master' slid out of him. Seth was brought back into focus by a hard slap snapping his face the opposite direction. He cried out and stared directly into the cold blue eyes of his captor.

"You should know better than to disrespect me like that, boy" he growled. Seth trembled, eyes flickering to the other male in the room. He was here when Seth was first taken and he had disrespected this man one too many times.

So he broke his neck.

Seth whimpered and looked back at his captor. The man smirked and nodded at him. "I'm leaving town for business. Damien will keep you company." He slapped Seth's cheek a few times before walking off, thick boots echoing in the room.

Seth coughed weakly and slipped into unconsciousness.

Seth stared at Damien through his curtain of two toned hair, smirking slightly before putting his plan into action. He began squirming and making uncomfortable grunts. Damien glanced up.

"Quiet, peasant." He growled. Seth's left eye twitched slightly and he continued. "Just what is your problem?!" Damien snapped. Seth frowned. "I need to piss" he huffed. Damien's lip curled in disgust before he reached to the key around his neck. He wasn't even worried about Seth escaping once the shackles were off. Boss had told him that he'd broken the boy down and he had no fight left.

Or so he thought.

As soon as Damien uncuffed him, Seth tested the feeling in his wrists before nodding thankfully. Damien turned and Seth's eyes went wild. His mix-matched ears twitched and his tail jerked as he grabbed Damien's throat and slashed quickly before he could scream, the man's eyes rolled back and he instantly became dead weight. Seth quickly stole his pants and shoes and took off out of the window in the hallway. He could hear someone shouting behind him after he got a few meters away and he pushed himself to run faster. He couldn't let them catch him. Not again. He wouldn't end up dead like Johnny, better known as "Fandango". He wouldn't let those monsters use him as their plaything anymore.

Seth stumbled a few times, feeling weak from the abuse he'd taken. His bare chest got scratched up a few times from low-hanging tree branches. He fell once, scraping his cheek on a rock. He heard someone get closer behind him.

"Come back little kitten. Your ass is mine!"

Seth hissed. That man. Ryback, was it? That man was almost as brutal as his kidnapper was. He was nearly as crazed too. Seth picked up the pace but instantly regretted it as his ankle twisted and he slid down the side of a cliff. He did his best to shield his face and head and bit his lip bloody to keep from screaming when he landed.

Ryback snorted angrily and was about to follow when a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned and glanced to the larger man behind him known as 'Show' and nothing else. Show shook his head. "He's dead. We'll leave his body to the wolves. Someone's gotta tell Boss his boy got away and killed Sandow." He sighed. Ryback's eyes grew and he shook his head. "Hell no. Make Mahal do it" he shot back, turning and walking back. Show snorted.

"If he can stop toying with the red head, I will"

Seth limped on. His foot was twisted at a horrid angle and it sent white hot pain through his body with every step but he kept on. His breaths were ragged and he struggled with every breath. He'd probably broken a few ribs. He'd limped for what felt like hours and he'd had to stop a few times to rest against a tree to keep from blacking out from the pain. He couldn't stay out here. He'd die for finally stumbled out of the woods and saw an apartment complex. He weakly went to the first apartment and knocked as hard as he could without smearing blood on the door.

It opened and a short male with his own set of cat ears opened the door, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Hey, dude, it's too early for whatever-OH MY GOD!" The fellow cat shrieked once he saw Seth's state. He backed up and screamed behind him.

"JOHN! RANDY!" He screamed. A pale man ran to the door first and his eyes grew as he looked down at the battered and broken Seth. The two toned man coughed and his vision doubled.

"Please...help me." He whimpered weakly before collapsing.

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Seth awoke slowly hours later, feeling slightly better. His chocolate brown eyes cracked open and he tried to sit up, only to be pushed back down. His ears flew up and he was on the defense. However, before he could claw at anyone, his arm was grabbed in a death grip. He whimpered and tried to twist out if it, feeling panic bubble in his chest.

It wasn't until a hand was placed atop his head when he blinked and relaxed slightly. He looked to his arm and saw an auburn haired man scowling at him. He flinched away. "What the fuck is your problem, you ungrateful little shit?" He snapped. Seth flinched again.

"Dean, leave the kid alone. He's obviously scared out of his mind" another voice said. He turned and saw the pale man from before. He was the one that petted his hair. The other cat boy was snuggled between him and another man who was tan and had plenty of tattoos. That man gave him a careful stare. He looked down at his bandaged hands.

"Fuck you, John."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, you prick. I don't know where you get off bringing this stranger in and assigning him to Roman and I. What if he's a spy? What if he's some druggie?" Dean spat, fury shining in his pale eyes. John stared at him with narrowed eyes, his kind smile gone. The other man beside the cat boy spoke, voice calculating and cold.

"Dean, did you and Roman not get brought in off the streets, barely alive?" He questioned.
"We did but that's-"
"And did we complain when you were assigned to us? Even after you tried to touch our boy?" He interrupted, running a hand through the small man's hair, drawing forth a purr. Seth's mix-matched ears twitched in interest and jealousy. He never got to purr...

"Yes, Randy but-"
"Then it's settled. Shut the fuck up and take care of whatshisname-"
"S-Seth.." Seth found his voice. All eyes turned to him and he flinched.

"What was that?" Randy questioned slowly. Seth gulped quietly. "Seth is my name, s-sir. Seth Rollins" he stammered. Randy could tell he added that "sir" because he was afraid. The Viper tried to unravel the secret of the small man. "Randy" Randy responded. He pointed to his cat. "Evan" he added. The pale guy from before tipped his hat.
"John" John responded sending him a dimpled smile. Seth nodded and looked to the last man, the auburn. His eyes glared holes through Seth's head.

"Dean." He spat. Seth nodded and looked away quickly. He'd been trained not to look into someone's eyes for too long. It was a disrespect that ended in punishment. Just thinking about it made Seth grab his head in a tight grip and he began to tremble. The men in the room stared at him and Evan spoke softly.

"Masters, Dean, could you step outside for a moment?" He questioned, toying with the collar around his neck. Randy and John exchanged a look before standing, ruffling his hair and heading for the door. "Wait, seriously? You're leaving your Sub with this stranger?" He barked, following reluctantly. John put his hat back on and exited quietly, Randy shot Dean a warning look. The auburn scoffed and closed the door behind him.

Evan watched Seth tremble and he slowly scooted forward. "What happened to you?" He questioned slowly. Seth looked up, eyes puffy and red. "M-my family was slaughtered...this guy...he took me away from them. I don't even know how long ago that was but he's a monster. He tried to break me, Evan. I...I was so scared. He was going to kill me eventually, I know it. He killed this other prisoner in front of me...Johnny...god Evan it was horrible. I'm afraid he'll find me" he whimpered, pulling at his two toned hair. Evan pulled his hands away. "Stop it. You're safe here. I swear. Dean may seem scary but he's just extremely protective of people he's become close to, and the number one on that list is Roman" Evan explained. Seth looked confused. "Roman is Dean's partner" Evan said with a blush, his ears pressing against his head. Seth felt a pang of jealousy and guilt weigh on his heart. "I see why he's so agitated, I'm getting in the way" Seth mumbled before trying to stand. Evan's eyes grew. "Seth what are you doing?!" He questioned, trying to push Seth back down. "I can't make you guys worry about me and stop your personal lives for me. Dean's right, I'm a stranger" Seth sighed, trying to limp past Evan. His foot gave and he let out an unmanly squeak as he began to fall. He closed his eyes and waited for the ground. It never came.

"You know, sometimes it's better to ignore Dean, kitten." A voice came from above him. Seth noticed he was being lifted up and he shook in fear before he was sat down on the bed. His eyes met two gray ones and he relaxed instantly. Evan let out a breath of relief. "Seth, this is Roman. He's the other guy assigned to takin care of you until you get better" Evan chirped. "What happens when I'm better?" Seth questioned.

"One of two things happen," Dean's voice called as he entered the room. "One, you get the hell out of our house and disappear-" Roman rolled his eyes and waved his hand. "This is one of the times you ignore Dean. Once you've healed, you can either leave, or go to Hunter and Shawn and ask them to let you stay. They'll always say yes, unless you give them some sort of reason not to" he explained before sitting back and crossing his large arms. Seth blinked, reaching forward and tracing his fingers over Roman's tattooed arm, eyes lighting up in wonder. Dean was ready to pounce but Roman sensed this and shot him a stern look.

Dean clicked his tongue and looked away.

Seth curled up on Roman and Dean's couch and felt his eyes go heavy. He hasn't been able to sleep on something this soft since he was taken away. He rubbed his cheek against the cushion and made a small sound of happiness when Roman draped a blanket over him.

The Samoan walked back to his room and arched a brow at Dean, who was leering at him. "You like him" he growled, eyes flashing. Roman crossed his arms. "I'm helping him, Dean. Quit being such a pussy." He shot back, never the one for comforting another. Dean stood and stalked closer to him. "Who's gonna make me? Sure as hell not you" he growled. Roman calmly ran his fingers through his hair before grabbing Dean by the neck, staring directly into his eyes. Dean's face went red and he squirmed, a smirk ghosting his lips. Roman shook his head. That sneaky bastard was setting him up.

Just as he thought this, Dean pressed his hardness against his leg, challenging him. Roman pushed him to the bed and slowly climbed over him, licking up from his chest to his neck. He pinned Dean's arms above his head and ground down against him, making both of them moan in pleasure.

In the other room, chocolate eyes snapped open and Seth slowly sat up, fully awake now. He looked towards Dean and Roman's room, fidgeting a little. It sounded like they were going to have sex. The man's tail curled around his waist and he curiously stood, padding closer. He could hear Dean gasping breathlessly, moaning Roman's name. Roman was nearly silent during it except for a few encouragements of "you feel so good baby" and "I love you so much" between grunts. Seth noticed the door wasn't fully open and he chewed his lip. He really shouldn't...but his curiosity was too damn strong. He peeked in through the opening and his breath caught in his throat.

Dean was facing away from him, seated fully in Roman's lap, riding the Samoan male. Roman had his face near Dean's neck, sucking and kissing it but when Seth went to peek, Roman's eyes flickered up, locking on his. Seth bit his lip, turned on and scared out of his mind. Would Roman attack him? Would he kick him out? Seth was waiting for any of these things to happen but none of it ever came. Instead, Roman just grabbed onto Dean's hips and thrusted up into him harder and faster. Dean grabbed his arms and moaned loudly. "Shit! Rome, I'm gonna cum!" He moaned. Roman reached between them and grabbed Dean's throbbing cock, quickly pumping it in time with his thrusts. "Then cum for me baby" he growled, biting Dean's shoulder. He and Dean came at once and when Roman raised his eyes, he noticed Seth was gone. He wasn't too worried. He could still smell the cat in the condo and he could smell his arousal rolling off him in waves.

Seth pressed his back against the wall, face flushed. His chest rose and fell quickly. Roman...he was telling him something. He wanted Seth to see. But why? Seth chewed his lip and looked down at the tent in the pajama pants Dean had lent him, albeit reluctantly. His eyes grew and he walked over to the couch, curling back up. He was conflicted. He wanted to relieve himself but after so many times of being denied without permission, Seth learned to endure. He pressed his pillow to his head and slipped into a fitful sleep.

Back in the room, Dean cracked an eye open. "Rome." He grunted out. Roman looked down at him, running his fingers through his auburn hair as a sign to continue. "Are you sure about this? He's the one?" He questioned. Roman's hand stilled for a moment before continuing. "Yes. He's what's missing, Dean. Try to go easy on him. I'm sure about this" he replied. Dean nodded and relaxed in his arms.

Evan played with his collar, staring off into nothing. Randy brought him back with a kiss to the cheek and he smiled gratefully.

"What are you thinking about, Ev?" He questioned, stroking Evan's tail. Evan mewled in satisfaction. "I'm thinking about what Seth said. I think I know where he came from" he muttered. Randy and John perked up. "Where?" John questioned. Evan chewed on his lips. "He escaped from Taker." He muttered.

Both Doms froze, eyes wide.

"That's not possible!" John gasped. Evan pursed his lips and Randy knew he wanted to protest but he wouldn't out of respect. Randy leaned back. "It is if Taker wasn't there" he grunted. John blinked slowly and then frowned. "True. That would explain a lot. Should we take him to Hunter and Shawn?" He questioned. Randy nodded.

"He'll want to know any possible leads on where Taker is. Especially after what happened to Stephanie" he spoke ominously.