A/N – So I've decided to write a series of one shots, all which will be posted here, and most of which are pwp. And they will be about all the places the Shield get freaky with each other. Let me know what you think!

The helicopter ride was tense for Seth. He could tell the other two were planning something the second the authority mentioned how they were getting to the arena. The smirks on their faces as they waited for the chopper to arrive and the fact they'd hidden his gloves didn't help either. The three of them had this thing and Seth still wasn't quite sure exactly what that thing was. But it basically involved him doing damn near everything Roman said. It was like Roman was his master, and he was Romans personal little slut. No, it wasn't like that, it was that. Roman was the dominant and Seth was his slave. And Dean? Well. He fell into whatever role was required at the time. If it was just the two of them Dean was the dominant one, ordering Seth around, almost abusing Seth with his cock. And Seth loved every second of it. But when Roman was there, Dean never failed to fall in line. He was just as much a bitch for the older man as Seth was. Well, almost. But now, as the helicopter finally took off and gained some distance from the ground, it seemed like Seth was the only bitch tonight. But they were in a helicopter for Christ's sake. Not like they could fuck in there. So what the hell were they planning?

As soon as the chopper started moving Seth felt two large hands on either side of him caressing his thighs, pulling his legs apart gently. He didn't argue, he'd never dare argue, but damn it, it wasn't like they were alone. Looking to the front Seth found some sense of relief in the fact that the pilot either hadn't noticed or didn't care. Of course Seth had no idea his partners had paid the man to 'look the other way'. The sense of relief didn't last long though, as he felt his belt being undone by Dean's quick fingers, the zipper on his pants soon being pulled down. A warm hand, Seth wasn't who's since his eyes were clenched shut, delved inside his pants, stroking his flaccid cock. He had to bite hard on his lip as he tried not to make a sound when Dean took it upon himself to latch his mouth onto his neck, sucking hard and Seth tried desperate for the pilot not to notice. Fuck. He could feel his cock rapidly hardening as someone continued stroking it. He had a feeling it was Dean. Roman only touched his cock if he was a 'really good little slut' for him, he had to work for that reward and so far today Seth hadn't done anything to earn that praise. Not yet anyway. His eyes popped open as Roman's voice boomed next to him.

"Now, here's what's gonna happen kitty. You're gonna sit on that seat over there, facing me and Dean. And you're gonna wrap a hand around that pretty cock of yours and make yourself cum. And me and Dean are gonna watch you the whole time. And if you're good, if you put on a nice little show for us, well, you'll get a special little surprise later."

Seth couldn't help the moan that escaped as the words were practically whispered in his ear, Roman licking the outer shell when he finished, sucking the lobe into his mouth and nibbling slightly. He always knew exactly how to drive Seth crazy. Forgetting about the pilot, focusing only on wanting to please his lovers Seth moved to the other seat when the two older men finally removed their mouths, and hands, from his skin.

He was flushed, a blush spreading across his face and edging down his neck as he looked at the other two. Their eye fixated on Seth's every movement. He was beautiful like this. He looked so vulnerable, but so eager to please and they both knew that no matter how innocent Seth looked he was far from it. The moonlight tined his blond hair and made his skin glow in a way nothing else could. Seth was beautiful, that could never be doubted, but he always looked best when his skin was covered by nothing but the light from the night sky. So many times had they taken him out of a night, laid him down naked and exposed and watched as the light covered his skin. There was something unnatural about Seth's beauty.

Roman watched as Seth's hand moved to wrap around his cock, stroking it slowly. Those pretty lips he loved seeing wrapped around his cock were being abused as Seth continued biting them, obviously nervous about being watched. Dean might have found the idea odd when Roman first suggested it, but it was necessary. It was necessary to remind Seth that sometimes, he had to pleasure himself. Sometimes, it was okay to pleasure himself. His pleasure didn't always have to come at the hands of Roman or Dean. And even though Seth was theirs, their slave, their kitty, their slut, he was still a man. Dean didn't seem to understand that, he just wanted to watch Seth jack off. That's why he could never truly dominate Seth. Because he had no idea what Seth needed. But Roman did. And he was there to make sure Seth got it every single time.

Dean couldn't help but moan as he watched Seth. He was perfect. Hand wrapped around his cock pumping it slowly, moving from base to tip, his thumb stroking the over the slit before moving back down. His pretty bottom lip caught between his teeth, his legs spread as far as the seat and his pants would allow. Damn. It was the prettiest thing Dean had ever seen. His face was contorted in pleasure, and really Seth touched himself so little it was no wonder such small movements were having such a big effect on him. Dean couldn't resist whipping his phone out while Seth's eyes were clenched shut, snapping a few pictures of Seth in his glory. And the look Roman was giving him would have been mistaken for one of disapproval if it wasn't for the small smirk adorning his face.

'I'll send you them later' he mouthed, winking at his partner before they both turned back to their kitty, watching as his movements became bolder. His hand was moving faster now, gripping himself just that bit tighter as he jerk himself off, wrist twisting every so often. His hips started bucking in his seat, thrusting upwards and into his fist. He moaned lightly, finally releasing his lip from the torturous grip and letting his sounds of pleasure fill the small space. Roman wished he could take all those little moans and whimpers and lock them in a jar so they could be his. But then again, they were his anyway. Everytime Seth moaned like this is was because of Roman or Dean. And since Dean belonged to him as well, even if he was still refusing to admit it when Roman wasn't ramming his cock inside him, it meant every sound either of them uttered, belong to him.

Seth's movements were picking up speed as he felt himself getting closer, a familiar tightening in his balls. This was going to be over in such a short amount of time but he didn't care, felt so good. It had been so long since he'd cum from nothing but his own hand. Not that he didn't love all the ways in which his masters helped him cum, their cocks were amazing for getting him off, but damn it if this didn't feel right. He hadn't realised how much he needed this until now.

He spread his legs just that little bit more, hips thrusting into his fist so much they were leaving the seat, and his hand wrapped impossibly tight around his cock. He used the precum leaking from his slit to aid his movements, his hand moving rapidly up and down his shaft without any hesitation. All the worry he felt before was replaced by a feeling of ecstasy and he reached his breaking point, and he kept going until he snapped. His thighs tensed and his hand stilled as he came, coating his fingers with his own release. Half his hair had fallen out of his hair tie and curtained around his face as he hung his head, desperate to catch his breath. He realised his hand was covered in cum and moved to clean it, sucking each of the digits into his mouth. His eyes locked with Dean's and he extended his arm, the older man wasting no time in running his tongue along Seth's palm, greedily collecting all the cum that remained there. Roman watched the two with a smirk on his face. They were both sluts. But they were his. And that was something that was never going to change.

"We'll be there in five guys."

A voice from the front of the chopper reminded Seth that they weren't alone and he snatched his hand back, looking to Roman, almost pleading with his eyes.

"Go ahead kitty." Roman gave him the nod and watched with some amusement as relief flooded Seth's face, the younger man quickly moving to tuck his cock back into his pants, hiding it from view. He was so modest at times. It was cute.

The chopper finally landed and they all exited, Roman stepping behind Seth and keeping little distance between them as they walked towards the limo, his hand grabbing Seth's ass possessively as Dean trailed behind them, focusing on a few very specific picture on his phone. As they climbed into the limo Seth watch Roman roll the interior window up, separating them from the driver. Dean climber in the other side so once against Seth was squashed between the two and the driver, thankfully, couldn't see anything. He could feel two large hands running up the insides of his thighs once more but this time, he couldn't help the smile that spread out across his face.

'Here we go again.'

A/N – Next in the series: the Limo.