Into the Abyss

Summary: Betrayed by their brother, two men find the days of Gladiators are not lost in legends. Roman's easy past makes him an easy target to break while being labeled a lunatic makes Dean a tough nut to crack. FeralRoman, EvilSeth, ProtectiveDean. Pairing: Dean/OC/Roman

Warning: Not quite non-con but non-con. Forewarned.

AN: What can I say? It just came to me and poured out of my fingers. It has to wait in line behind my other two fics though. Reviews are love!

Dean's POV:

Twelve feet by twelve feet; that is what I call home these days. I sit or walk this area all day unless I'm tending my wounds, eating, sleeping or fucking. The only time I see outside of this cell is when I'm thrown into the pit to fight…to the death.

Yeah, I watched Spartacus on television. It was a decent series if you could get past the comical over exaggerated fountains of blood. I knew enough of history to be aware of the gladiatorial days of Rome. I even saw the Coliseum when the company visited Italy. I just never believed that things like this still existed in this day and age until I woke up one day to find myself in this cage. After watching that series, I thought Romans were conniving, deceitful and vicious people but they don't hold a candle to my ex-boss or former best friend.

Roman's cage is across the way from mine. I see him pacing like a jungle cat; waiting because somehow he knows it's almost time for our keepers to throw us a woman. Women are a privilege the winners get after a tournament or a few times a week during a lull in matches to allow us to release tension. It keeps the champions from fighting each other outside of the pit since there's no money to be made from it. Ro has lost sense for a lot of things but not when its time for women.

I don't know how long we've been here; it feels like forever, but somehow I've managed to not lose it like Ro has. He's gone native on me; losing himself to the mindset of what we are now and not the man he was. I blame it on the life he came from. Ro had a loving family; he had human contact and a gentle hand throughout his life. To be taken from that and forced into these conditions; his mind just settled into the training and obeys his masters. He fought his conditioning for a while but his mind just splintered from the abuse.

He doesn't speak anymore; just grunts and growls like the animal they trained him to be. I've watched almost all of his fights in the pit; he's brutal, savage and utterly feral. He's worse when they give him a woman. Most of the women here know what to expect when they're tossed into our cages but the men in charge replenish the stock, and the new girls have no clue what awaits them.

I'm no saint; I take what's given to me but I try to be gentle with them. I can't say the same for Ro. Let's just say I'd rather watch him tear men apart in the pit than what he does to the girls he's given. For a while there, I tried to yell out to him, tried to make him see what he was doing but it was pointless. He'd rip their clothes from their bodies and just fuck them until he got off. He didn't give a shit about them after that and they were quickly removed from his cell while he was sexually satisfied.

My best friend and brother has been lost to me for a long time now…except in one aspect. He wouldn't fight me when they threw us in the pit together. There was a part of him that knew that much; that we were something to each other and he refused his masters' orders to fight me. He still refuses to this day. Of course I did the same; nothing could make me hurt Roman. He's my family.

I have spent a lot of time asking myself how I kept my mind intact after everything they put us through. My answer has always been the same; my mind was never intact to begin with. I came from bad, went through worse, had a break in there and then ended up here…in the worst hell I've ever seen. I'm used to my mind being fractured and hearing voices.

Apparently the noise in my head is louder than what these assholes have been yelling at me because the shit they say doesn't make it through as anything more than static. It's a blessing and a curse that I'm still in control of myself here. They haven't broken me but I can never get the blood off of my hands, the images branded into my head or the screams…those damn screams; I can't get them out of my dreams.

The break in my life was when I realized my dreams in the WWE. I met my brothers; Roman and Seth, in developmental and we came up together. We had a great run as a stable before betrayal tore us apart. Seth had always been ambitious; I just never knew how far he'd go to get his fame and fortune. He sold us out to get ahead in the business and; with the help of Hunter; he sold us to this place to make a fortune off of our blood, sweat and tears.

The other break I had was her – Lex. Alexandra was mine and Ro's girl. We saw her together the first time, decided we wanted her and sought her out to claim her as ours. She gave us what we needed; a loving hand and a warm body but she was more than that. She gave Ro the confidence he needed to get ahead in our business and kept my demons quiet so I could get ahead unencumbered by my past. She wouldn't let either of us listen to the shit others talked about us; said we deserved every damn cheer we got and nothing but our hard work got us as far as we went.

She loved us. We loved her. I've always been thankful that she was out when we were taken from our home.

The brown-eyed devil is here. He comes often; trying to arrange another fight between Ro and me. He wants to see us tear each other apart so badly he can taste it and each time has left butthurt when we refuse to throw down. Of course our handlers take our reluctance to fight each other out on our flesh, and Seth is always here to watch that too, but it is the only thing we give him. Our continued unity is the bane of his existence. It is the only thing Ro remembers and the one thing I won't let go of.

Apparently that is about to change if the sick grin on Seth's face has anything to say about it. The kid is a schemer and has tried everything to get what he wants only to fail but something in his eyes sends a chill down my spine this time.

"Dean. Dean. Dean. How've you been, old friend?"

That fake smile on his face just drives me to punch the fuck out of him but I stopped making moves long ago. I stopped speaking to anyone except Ro long before that.

I still try to pull Ro back from the edge but his mind is stuck in animal mode. I refuse to give up on Roman; he's my best friend and I know he has the gentlest heart and soul on this planet. He's just lost his way to the pain and horror they've inflicted on him. I wish I was enough to bring him back.

Oh, Seth is still talking. What a shocker since he loves nothing more than the sound of his own voice, except money that is.

"I just came by to bring Rome a gift. I know it's feeding time for you guys, and I'm sure he'll like this little morsel." The prick wagged his brows at me before stepping to the side. One of our handlers had a brunette by her bicep, dragging her towards Ro's cage. "He looks very interested. Wouldn't you say so, Dean?"

He wasn't kidding there. Ro was hyper before when he knew this time was upon us but once he scented the air; whatever he picked up had him fisting the bars on his door, shaking it so hard I thought he might break free. His gray eyes zeroed in on the brunette and he growled low in his throat; jaw clenching tight while he rattled his cage door. Her long, wavy hair hid her face from my view but that body seemed so familiar. She was wearing a long gray wifebeater like I used to wear to the ring and nothing else by the looks of it. When the guard neared Ro's door, my brother stretched an arm out between the bars, snatched the woman's hair and pulled her back, holding her in place while the guard unlocked the door. After one hard tug on her hair, Ro managed to pull her head back enough for me to see her face.

"No!" My blood ran cold and I felt a fist clench my heart in a steel-like grip.

"Yeah, I finally tracked her down. It has been so long I almost gave up. She literally fell off the damn planet once we took you two. I heard she was searching for you while evading Hunter's men. You two picked a crafty bitch." Seth moved to stand before me, blocking my view of Lex while she fought against Ro's grip and kicked out at the guard. "I was going to tell them to pass her around the men and never let the two of you touch her but then it struck me. I've watched Rome turn into more of a beast than a man while you are the same old Dean. I wonder if he remembers her." He glanced over his shoulder, smiling when Ro dragged her into his cell, gripping her upper arms so tight I knew they were the first of many bruises he'd leave on her tonight.

"Ro! Don't you hurt her!" My throat was killing me from nonuse but he had to see her! "Roman, it's Lex! Don't fucking hurt her!"

"Doesn't look like he recognizes her, Dean." Seth shrugged his shoulders when Ro ripped her…my tank; she was wearing my tank when they caught her, from her body, pushing her down on the floor. "How will you feel, buddy? How will you feel watching him rape your woman? He's the dumb brute I always said he was and has no clue who she is and what she meant to him but you do." I could feel his eyes on me, trying to goad me into a confrontation but all I could see was Lex struggling to get away from Ro while he gripped her ankle and pulled her back. "When he's done with her, will you want to kill him then? I guess we'll find out."

"Lex!" I yelled out to her just to let her know I was here; an effort to soothe her. It turned out to be a terrible mistake.

"Dean!" The part of a man that can't handle hearing another man's name come from his woman still exists in Roman. He backhanded her with a sneer. She screamed an instant later when Ro flipped her onto her stomach and entered her from behind. "Ro, stop! Please stop!" I could hear her crying and it ate away at all the walls I built up around my heart. "Roman, it's Lex…please remember me. Stop!"

"Look at him go, Dean. He's a fucking machine."

I growled at my handler when he brought a woman to my door, pacing back and forth while keeping my eyes focused on Ro with Lex. I couldn't take another woman now; not while my baby was here. I held off for a long time, refusing to cheat on her until I thought she finally gave us up for dead. I was wrong; she never gave up on us and what did that get her? Caught by these bastards and raped by one of the men that loved her. I couldn't take her screams anymore and retreated to my cot; covering my ears in an attempt to muffle the sounds. She's the only one that I've ever been able to hear over the voices in my head. It kills me that this…what's happening to her now is getting through too.

Roman's POV:

They finally brought me a woman. It feels like I've been forever without one. This one has a nice body. She seems a little surprised that I wanted to see it and threw her on the floor so I could take her. She's here for my pleasure though, not hers.

"Roman?" She touched my shoulder with a strange gentleness that confused me. I lifted my head, and for a brief moment she flinched at whatever she saw in my eyes in the dark. "Ro?" She said again and it only fueled my ever-present anger. My lips curled back as I stared at her, snarling in a guttural way she had never heard before. "Ro, stop!" she yelled at me when I lifted her up and dropped her on my cot, hovering over her an instant later.

She was reaching for me again when I grabbed her wrists painfully and forcibly pinned her to the bed. I growled at her while she searched my eyes for something she couldn't find, like she knew me once but only the wild fury of my inner beast remained, the one this place created.

I sniffed her again; she smelled vaguely familiar to me and it only pissed me off more. My mind was clouded, a red haze of rage and…need. I removed my hands from her wrists and slid them down her sides; restraining her hips with bruising force, holding her still as I thrust into her, tearing her tender passage. I buried my cock as deeply as I could, ripping her with my savage movements. I held her firmly as she tried to slide away, my thrusts growing more violent.

Her shocked cry was muffled against my shoulder. She was begging me to stop; Dean was begging me not to hurt her. I couldn't hear either of them, lost in whatever darkness that lives within me now. The scent of blood, mingled with her scent drove my beast mad with lust, feeding the need, triggering every bestial and predatory instinct I had.

She struggled futilely against me. I was hurting her, my strength terrifying her; I was stretching her, tearing her. "Stop," she sobbed. My hands gripped her fiercely, my teeth moving over her, everywhere it seemed, biting and marking. Low, deep growls of warning rumbled from my throat as she struggled. The more she tried to move away from me, the more brutal I became, seeking her submission. I jerked her legs wider apart, baring my teeth at her as I proceeded to fuck her.

I tangled my fist in her hair scant seconds before I forced her head back. Pain, hot and burning sliced through her as my teeth clamped on her neck, canines piercing deep. She cried out in protest, but I held her head to the side and pinned her down easily beneath my superior weight, keeping her open and vulnerable while I took my pleasure, base grunts sounding in her ear. Her blood flowed freely from the wound on her neck and; as I tasted the spicy essence of her on my tongue, it drove my body into hers over and over, harder and deeper, harder and faster.

I had never known such pleasure. Her blood was filling my mouth, her body tight and hot around me. The smell of sex and blood teased my nostrils. Rapture. She drove me wild, seeking more, needing more of her. I'd never get enough of her. More. I surged harder, my fingers now locked on her hips, bruising her. Harder. More. Faster. More.

Dean no longer existed. Only this creature beneath me registered within my mind. The raging beast within me was killing her, using her body without tender care, without feeling, without love, only seeking to dominate her.

Her eyes were heavy; she was weak from losing so much blood. I could feel her slipping away, her mind and body becoming numb as I pounded into her, tearing at her, biting her. She accepted this from me now because she knew it would only be worse if she fought me. Or…maybe I'm wrong because the way she's looking at me now; there is so much feeling behind those eyes.

Her fingers found the sweat-dampened hair at the nape of my neck, and she stroked it with familiar tenderness, forcing her own pain from her mind, focused on seeing me through hazy eyes. "I'll stay with you, Roman, as long as I can," she whispered while warding off the chill in her body and the tremors that shook her from loss of blood. She bit her lip as my teeth sank into the tender swell of her breast, but she held back the tears. Her hands stroked my hair, cradling my head to her breast, giving herself to me. "I'm here," she whispered. "I love you."

I tensed at the sound of her familiar voice, but didn't stop, still taking her with callous aggression. I snarled at her, rearing back to watch her as I tore into her. I'm not used to tenderness and it angers me that she's acting this way. She's mine to fuck and all I want is her submission before I cum inside her.

"I belong…to you," she said brokenly. "And you…to me…I will not let you face the darkness alone, Ro. I am giving myself to you, my love, so do not…condemn yourself…when this is over. You have done nothing wrong." Her breathing was shallow now, making it hard to talk. She moved against me slowly, trying to coax me back to her, slowing our momentum. "Can you feel me, Roman?" She moved again. She was weak and lethargic but she refused to give up until she achieved whatever it was she was trying to do to me. She moved her hands along my shoulders, cradling my jaw, forcing my head up, and meeting the molten heat of my feral gaze unflinchingly. "The darkness can't have you, Roman," she rasped. "You belong to me." I roared at her, and briefly saw a flash of recognition but refused to accept it.

I jerked out of her, roughly flipping her onto her stomach, taking her from behind. She cried out at my brutal entry, too weak to move away from me. I fisted her hair, biting her shoulder while I took her tight ass. She closed her eyes, a single scalding tear slipping past. I increased my momentum now, my grunts and pants more urgent. I was close, she knew it too. A broken cry escaped her as I thrust one hand between her legs, stroking her roughly. Using the last of her energy she whispered to me.

"I am yours in all ways. You are my heart, Roman; you and Dean. I accept you in all forms…even this one…feel no shame, love…I am with you."

Mine. She was mine. Somehow the knowledge of that one thing entered my mind when I heard her speak. This body was mine to fuck; that is why it felt so familiar, so natural that I take her. She sounded so far away, so weak but I heard her, calling to me. Finally, I roared out, shuddering from a forceful climax, emptying myself into the body in front of me. My breathing was ragged and painful, torn from deep inside. I could vaguely hear Dean crying from across the room.

Several minutes passed as I slowly regained myself, unsure of my surroundings. Dean raised his head and a sound of terrible anguish tore from his throat when he looked at the woman beneath me. She laid limply on the bed, bruised and scratched, several ragged bite marks marring the creamy caramel of her skin. Blood and semen trickled down her thighs and he let out a mournful cry, his eyes welling with tears. I rolled her over and caught the back of her head in my palm, fearful of the way her head lolled to the side like a broken flower, revealing a jagged wound on her neck.

She was mine…and I might have just killed her.

"Take her away from him and give her to Dean." My eyes flashed up to Seth's face, taking in his twisted grin while he looked over my handiwork. My gaze snapped to my guards when they hesitantly moved to my cell door and I moved over her, protecting what's mine from them. "Feeling a little possessive, Rome? You and Dean always kept Lex on a tight leash, not wanting anyone near her. I'm taking her away from you, Roman, and giving her to him." He pointed towards Dean when the guards rushed in and fought me back off of her, another one slipping in and picking up my woman. "You think about how good it feels to fuck her, to possess her while you watch him put his hands on her." He jumped back, slamming the door closed when the three men rushed out.

"Mine!" I growled, clenching the bars of my door and rattling it; trying with every ounce of my strength to break free and take back what's mine. My gaze shifted to Dean when he rose to his feet, taking her into his arms and instantly ignoring the guard to place her on his bed. "MINE!" He ignored my claim of possession and tore a cloth into strips, getting them wet in a bowl of water and set about cleaning her up.

Dean's POV:

"Give her to Roman once a day to fuck but take her back to Dean immediately after. He can keep her all day except for Rome's time with her." I felt my rage push against my concern for Lex when I heard Seth's words to my jailors. The thought of Ro getting his hands on her again; doing this to her every day made me sick.

"I need medical supplies for these wounds, Seth," I gritted out of clenched teeth while I applied pressure to the bite mark on her neck. "If she gets an infection, they'll have to kill me to get me to leave her side and I can't see how killing one of your champions is good for business."

"Get him what he needs."

"Dean…" Her eyes fluttered while she weakly lifted a hand to my cheek. I held it there when her energy waned.

"I'm right here, baby. I love you so much."

"Love you…" She passed out again and I found myself nuzzling my cheek into her palm before settling it at her side.

"MINE!" Roman bellowed at me, shaking his cage door with more force.

"Fuck you straight to hell, Ro!" I growled back, anger washing over me in waves while I tended to the many wounds he left behind on her body.

Seth walked out the door with a sickly sweet smile on his face. He found the one thing that could break our unity; get us to kill each other.