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"Dean, Dean, Dean.”
Seth's voice was low and chiding, something he'd grown used to these past few years. A natural sort of condescendence that just oozed from his vocal cords. He didn't even try to hide it as he approached his victim. Partner? He was still unsure of the terminology.
“How many times are we going to play this game? Huh?” He was standing in front of him now, eyes following the shaggy curl of his sandy hair to the duct tape over his usually running mouth, up to his outstretched arms and the cuffs holding them to the pipe above his head, back down his bare chest and low slung jeans that wouldn't stay on for much longer, back up to angry blue eyes waiting desperately for something to happen. “It's funny, I'm not even playing it with you. This is to get at your - what are you calling each other now? - uce. Yet here you are, strung up for me to do whatever the fuck I want.”
Dean tugged at the cuffs, all angry and determined, drawing a short little chuckle from Seth's mouth. “They're pretty tight, I don't think you're going anywhere.”
He began to circle him, grinning at the way Dean tried to follow his movements as he stepped behind him, tensing and grunting and twisting to try to keep Seth where he could see him, ultimately unable to do so.
“You know, I always admired what you and Roman had.” He sounded almost sad, the grin a wayward expression now that Dean could no longer see him. And he was telling the truth. “It seemed so effortless, like how lovers should act. Maybe I was even a little jealous.”
Dean tensed and tried to pull away when he traced a finger down the indent of his spine, admiring the lean muscle woven in his back. “But I guess it's pointless to dwell on the past, right?”
He stepped up to Dean now, pressing his chest against the warm skin of his back. His captive jumped and tried to pull away, another useless attempt at putting distance between them. There would never be distance between the two, there never had been and there never would be. Always connected in some way, shape, or form.
Seth leaned his head against the back of Dean's neck and drew in a breath of that musky, sweat smell, leather, and whatever soap the man had used. It was intoxicating, an aroma he had all but forgotten, one only changed by the absence of cigarette smoke. Dean must have quit since the last time he was close enough to smell him.
Placing a surprisingly chaste kiss to the nape of his neck, Seth snaked an arm around Dean's thin waist and let his hand lazily wander up his chest, feeling the ridges and valleys of the well toned body. He could swear he felt Dean shiver, an almost imperceptible jolt running just under his skin, and he grinned against his back. Dean had always been so easy, so needy, so…Dean.
However easy he may be, Dean always needed that shock to his system to get going, a bit of pain intermingled with his pleasure. Seth’d be all to happy to oblige, so his hand moved again, far faster than before, to wrap around Dean's neck and squeeze. The hitched sound of surprise was beautiful. “I'm going to really enjoy this.” He said, and he meant it. “I'm going to enjoy making you hate me all over again. Though…”
His other hand moved this time and grabbed at Dean's crotch through his jeans. He almost hated that Dean couldn't see the smug smile on his face now, because Dean was hard already. “...I think you're going to enjoy me making you hate me just as much.”
He held his neck for longer than he probably should have if the jumping of Deans Adam's apple under his palm was any indication. When he let go, the long intake of breath through his nostrils was almost laughable.
Seth moved to stand in front of him again, the smug grin still playing on his face was only matched by the malice in Dean's eyes. Good. He liked when Dean hated him. He grabbed his face, the brief moment of shock quickly disappearing when he pressed his lips firmly to the tape covered mouth of his captive.
Pulling away and watching Dean's eyes closely, he chuckled and pay him lightly on the cheek. “We're about to have a lot of fun, aren't we? But first…”
He reached in his pocket and almost laughed at the tensing of his captives body. He pulled out a small remote control. Pointing it toward the camera he had set up hours ago, he pressed record and tossed it aside before again turning back to Dean. “Let's make Roman angry, shall we?”