Warnings: Slash (Brock Lesnar/Seth Rollins), Smut, Kayfabe as possible.

Brock is quiet the whole ride back to his hotel, his concentration on the road, and Seth's almost resentful for the silence. He wants something to take his mind off the thoughts of the former Shield members. He wants to stop brooding. It's like Brock said, the whole thing is a bad tooth, and it needs pulled, but there's a part of Seth that's worried about pulling that tooth, worried that he might need it back one day. Careers in the WWE are made and built with allegiances, making and breaking them, and there's a never say never air about the whole place. There might come a day when he needs Ambrose and Reigns again. It might never happen, but then again it might. He doesn't know either way, and if there's one thing Seth hates it's not knowing. He's the Architect, he's the planner, the schemer, he's Heyman. It's a strange moment to realise how much like the rotund manipulator he is, but there's similarities there. The reason Heyman's still interested in He Who Must Not Be Named is that he left, he went without telling anyone why, just not there anymore, and it has to be galling to Heyman. Heyman's a man who has plans for everything, and they had to have been damaged by that sudden gaping absence. Seth's plans had once been focussed on The Shield, but once he bought in, those plans changed, and now there's still a little part of him that wants to include provisions for the other two, a little part of him that watches how they're doing, and makes plans for them.

"Baby... We're here." Brock's voice jars him from his thoughts, and Seth leans over to him pecking him on the nose.

"You're far smarter than anyone realises, aren't you Mr Lesnar?" Seth smirks, and Brock shakes his head, a smirk on his face.

"Don't know what you mean, baby." He chuckles, and gets out of the car, coming over to open Seth's door for him. "All I did was drive." His smirk fades into a smile, and Seth rolls his eyes, taking the offered hand to help him out of the car.

"You let me brood in peace." Seth squeezes Brock's hand before letting it go.

"You do a spot of dentistry yourself?" Brock sounds incredibly amused, and Seth snorts, moving to grab the luggage, but utterly unsurprised when Brock takes all of it up easily.

"You know I have hands." Seth thinks that came out far more flirtatious and coy than he'd expected, and the slight reddening of Brock's ears confirms either that, or it confirms that Brock isn't immune to the cold, but Seth would rather assume it was his tone that flustered Brock and not the weather.

"Yeah, and mine are bigger." Brock mumbles, moving to stand behind Seth." Go on, inside... You'll freeze out here, baby." Brock's large body acts as an effective windbreak, and Seth picks his way through the snow into the hotel. At the desk, the receptionist glances at him haughtily, and then pales when she spots Brock, her attention returning to the computer screen in front of her quickly. Seth doesn't bother holding back the laugh he has for the poor freaked out woman, but he supposes he can't blame her. There's something about Brock that makes it look like it'd be smart to pretend that he's not there, smart to look the other way till he's gone, because Brock is an intimidating looking man.

"So... Where's your room?" Seth gets in the elevator, and Brock presses a button, his body blocking the lit-up number from Seth's view.

"Doesn't much matter, does it?" He chuckles, and Seth shrugs. It doesn't really, a room's a room, and it's pretty clear what they're going there for. This is it, Seth's putting out, taking the distraction he's not entirely sure he needs anymore. There's something settled in his mind about his former allies, a kind of clarity he's been struggling for since the day he brought those chairs down on their backs. The Shield is dead and buried, but there's those links, those bonds that has Reigns still thinking of him as his little brother, still has Ambrose drunk dialling him at three am, because there was a bond between them. Some bonds are embedded in, whether you want them or not, some bonds don't break, not fully. They get strained, they get twisted, but eventually, there'll come a time when Seth needs them, and there will come a time when they need Seth. It's best to accept that and move on.

"I guess not." It takes a long time for them to get to Brock's room, and when the elevator finally pings, Seth is convinced they're either at the penthouse, or at least very close to it. The room turns out to be a rather beautiful suite, and Seth stands feeling more than a little impressed. "This is nice, Brock." Seth turns to glances at Brock, but he doesn't seem interested in the room, instead he's busying himself with setting their luggage down. Seth wanders over to the window, and draws the curtains back, and is greeted by a wall of swirling white. "Pretty isn't it?" He calls over his shoulder, seeing Brock's reflection in the glass.

"It's snow." Brock shrugs again, and he walks closer, his hands resting on Seth's waist, his back curved so that he can press nipping kisses to Seth's throat. "The snow's nothing but cold and white... No good for anything but making what's alive more beautiful." Seth tries to stomp the shiver that runs through him down, but it's futile.

"Well... I'm alive." Seth steps away from Brock, and re-draws the curtains, turning to watch Brock cross the room, going back to his luggage and pull something free.

"That you are, baby..." Brock smirks, and Seth raises an eyebrow at him. "Show me what you like." Brock tosses Seth a bottle of lube, and Seth catches it easily, staring at him. "You're so..."

"Little?" Seth chuckles, and Brock nods absently, settling on the bed once he's stripped off his clothes. Seth glances down at Brock's cock, and his mouth feels a little dry. By comparison, Seth is little. Slow and steady is going to have to be the way forward with this, and giving Brock a little show and tell might be a good idea. "Little." Seth repeats more firmly, and he pulls his shirt over his head, then makes quick work of the rest of his clothes.

"Next time, baby... If you want there to be a next time... Do that a little slower, hmm?" Brock licks his palm, and starts playing with his cock, his eyes riveted to Seth's body, running over the length of his naked form. "I don't think you're gonna appreciate being called pretty... But handsome doesn't quite fit you." Brock smirks, his hand rolling his heavy looking balls.

"I'll settle for stunning... Or gorgeous, but breath-taking works too." Seth laughs, and positions himself on the end of the bed, resting on all fours, his ass aimed at Brock.

"Alright, alright, you're beautiful... At least you're aware of it... Ain't nothing worse than trying to give a compliment to someone who's just gonna down play the truth. I'm glad you're receptive to compliments." Brock is all but laughing at Seth, and there's a little part of him that's proud of that. It's not the normal malicious laugh Brock gives, not when he's with Seth, it's a real genuinely amused laugh, and Seth can't deny the pride he feels in that.

"You'll find I'm very receptive." Seth moans as he breaches his asshole with one finger, hearing Brock give a little grunt at the sight of it. Seth slowly fucks himself with that one finger, slowly gets his body used to an intrusion before he eases a second inside of him. "Hey... C'mere." Seth pulls his fingers from himself, and sits so that he's facing Brock. "Gimme your hand." Brock looks confused, and holds a hand out to Seth, staring at him as Seth measures his own hand up against it. Two of Seth's fingers are about as wide as one of Brock's. Seth chances a quick glance down at Brock's cock, and grabs the lube bottle. He coats his palm, and takes Brock's cock in his hand; the widest part of Brock's cock takes all of Seth's hand to go around it, and Seth's hands are not that small.

"We don't have to-"

"Oh, no... I've decided." Seth grins at the look of concern that flashes over Brock's face. "I'm taking this fat cock, all of this fat cock." Seth leans down and places a delicate kiss on the head of Brock's dick. The skin beneath Seth's lips is silky soft, and the taste of the steadily weeping pre-come is as oddly pleasant as it is copious. At least Brock's cock knows it's a monster that needs to help lube its way. "I'm gonna take all of you, you little Beast." Seth mutters to Brock's dick as he leans up, and then meets Brock's eye. Brock blinks at him slowly before dissolving into laughter. "What? What?" Seth scowls, and gently whacks Brock's heaving chest.

"You're talking to my dick, baby... You're surprisingly fucking weird." Brock seems infinitely amused with Seth, and all Seth can bring himself to do is pull an affronted face, and sniff haughtily.

"Well, he and I are about to be very intimate, it seemed only polite to talk with him." Seth grins, and Brock tries to school his face into something more serious, or at least less overly amused.

"You're a proper gentleman, baby." Brock nods, and takes up the lube bottle, before catching Seth's ankle, and pulling him to lie so that his ass is resting on Brock's chest. The feeling of Brock's breath washing over Seth's ass is far more arousing than Seth had expected. In the silence of the room, the sound of the lube opening is deafening. The feeling of the cool fluid trickling down his ass is horribly teasing, but Seth's grateful for it when Brock's finger penetrates him, fucking him slowly and thoroughly, moving restlessly from side to side slightly stretching his hole. "Add one of yours." Brock's voice drifts to Seth's ears, he'd almost been lost to the feeling of Brock's finger playing with his ass, coupled with the warm breath bathing his balls, and the occasional strokes Brock had been giving his hardening cock. Seth offers one finger to Brock, and it's coated thoroughly in lube before Seth slides it inside of himself, alongside Brock's finger. They go slowly, working together, gently teasing Seth open, working up to two fingers each, and by that time Seth's panting, desperate to be fucked.

"C'mon... I'm ready, and if I'm not, all that's going to happen is I'm gonna come like this." Seth whines, he knows he whines, but he can't help it. He wants this so badly, and all Brock does is laugh.

"Alright, baby..." He grabs Seth's wrist and pulls lightly, forcing Seth to rearrange himself quickly so that he's straddling Brock's body. "You're in charge. I'll lie here till you're ready." There's something so gentle, so fearfully gentle on Brock's face, that Seth almost changes his mind. Brock's terrified of hurting him, but Seth knows that's not going to happen. When they're alone, when it's just him and Brock, there's nothing to fear from him. It's only in the ring that Brock's a threat to Seth's personal safety, of that he's certain. There are sounds from behind Seth, the sounds of Brock coating his cock in more lube, by the sounds, a lot of lube, and Seth leans down to kiss him.

"I'm going slow." Seth mutters, lining the thick slightly spongy head of Brock's cock up with his hole, and gently rocking against it. It slides over his slick hole, and Seth takes one of Brock's hands, wrapping it around his own cock. "Hold him still for me. He's rudely refusing my kind invitation inside." Brock laughs at Seth again, and Seth starts laughing, but it's devoured by a sharp gasp. The initial penetration of Seth's body robs him of everything from breath to thoughts; all that's left is the burn of where Brock is inside of him. He grits his teeth, and slides down a little more, then rises up, working slowly. Seth has the feeling that sex with Brock will always have to start slowly, but that's okay because the look on Brock's face says that fast would make concern override desire. It's a fine line, Seth can see that, and he wants Brock firmly on the desire side of the line, because Seth's planning on building a house there, maybe moving in permanently, because this feels incredible. Riding Brock makes him feel strangely powerful, he's impaled, filled almost to bursting with cock, but on top he has all the power. Brock's hands rest on Seth's hips, not pulling him down or pushing him up, just resting there, solid and reassuring. Seth's no doubts that if Brock wanted to, he could use Seth as nothing more than a masturbatory aide, if Brock decided to he could fuck Seth like a life-size fleshlight, but Brock seems more than content to let Seth do all the work, his eyes trained on Seth's face, watching him carefully.

"Slow down." One of Brock's hands moves, and catches the tie in Seth's hair. "Slow down, baby... You'll be sore in the morning if you don't." Brock's voice is soft, far softer than Seth thinks it should be, and he smirks at him, puffing at his hair, when Brock pulls the tie out, and the long strands almost instantly flop in Seth's face.

"Maybe I wanna be sore in the morning, Brock." Seth moves his hands from where they'd been braced on Brock's chest to tuck his hair behind his ears, and then runs them slowly down his body, licking his lips as he skims over his chest, down his stomach and further, one hand taking hold of his cock, the other trailing back up again. "Maybe I wanna feel it all week... Let's face it, you're not sticking around... This is what, two, three appearances? You'll be gone again tomorrow." Seth groans as Brock's hips buck up into him, driving Brock's formidable cock up into him deeper than before.

"I'll be gone when my flight leaves." Brock doesn't elaborate on the when beyond that, and Seth glares down at him. "But you'll still be here. You'll still be performing." With that, Brock twists their positions, forcing Seth to his back, leaving Brock looming over him. "And I don't want you to be sore." Seth opens his mouth to make a comment, but Brock moves, withdraws then slowly eases his way back in, and Seth's brain is robbed of its words, left instead with nothing more than a low pleasure filled groan.

"Remind me to give you my number before you go." Seth manages to grind out once he's gotten as used to dealing with the size of Brock's cock in this new position, and the pleasure it's capable of giving him in it. Seth's not been fucked too many times, and it's always been something of a chore, something that's left him wondering why women put up with it, but with Brock it's different. Brock is a man who seems more than capable of using his cock to bring pleasure to his partner, it rubs over Seth's prostate with unerring regularity, sending shivering sparks of pleasure though Seth's body.

"You want me to stroke you, baby?" Brock murmurs in Seth's ear, and Seth shakes his head, wrapping himself around Brock tightly.

"Hold me closer." Seth thinks it sounds needy, but he's not going to lie to himself, he is needy. He can see himself becoming too lost too quickly in the feeling of Brock fucking him, and it almost unnerves Seth. He's used to being in control, calmly, coolly in control, but with Brock, he's decidedly not in control, and it's different, not unpleasant, but different.

"I got you, baby." Brock's hands squirm under Seth's shoulder blades, cradling him close to Brock's massive chest. Seth's head falls back, his cock trapped between them, being rubbed impossibly well by the motions over their bodies. It shouldn't but the friction over his prostate, the pressure from their rutting, it overwhelms him, it leaves him clinging to Brock, his nails digging into to Brock's shoulders, his heels digging into Brock's ass. He's holding on for the ride, and loving every second, resentful for the feeling building in his gut and his balls, because he knows once he comes this will be over, and he's certain he doesn't want this to be over.

"I'm gonna come, Brock." Seth pants, but all Brock gives him is another deep, smooth thrust and a distracted uh-huh. When his orgasm hits, Seth is utterly unable to vocalise anything but a ragged moan, his body trembling in the feeling that overcomes him, leaving him unable to do anything but cling to Brock, and ride it out, barely aware of the sounds of Brock's low rumbling groan of completion.

"You okay?" The first thing Seth's fully aware of is Brock's hands gently touching his face, and the emptiness in his ass. He's never just blacked out after coming, but it feels very much like he did. He feels groggy, giggly, and sated, like waking up still drunk after a really good party. He grins up at Brock, and makes grabby hands at him, holding back a laugh at the shocked but ridiculously happy smile that graces Brock's face as he lets Seth pull him down for a kiss.

"Nope, I'm not okay at all." Seth laughs once Brock breaks the kiss, and impossible worry crosses his face.

"I didn't see any blood... But-"

"I'm fabulous." Seth can't keep the giggles back this time. This by far the strangest, but best afterglow he's ever had, and he wants more of, it wants this again, and again, and again.

"Hmm... Fabulous?" There are some words that Brock Lesnar should not say, and fabulous is clearly one of them. It makes Seth giggle once more to hear that dainty word given in Brock's oddly high-pitched, but intimidating voice.

"Yes." Seth intones solemnly. "Fabulous." Seth manages to keep the straight face up getting a stony stare back from Brock. It's a contest of wills, and Brock cracks first. He moves from between Seth's spread legs, to flop on his back, laughing.

"After sex you are very strange, baby." He manages between chuckles, and Seth turn to look at him, before sticking his tongue out, and rolling onto his side, his back to Brock.

"You're big spoon." Seth doesn't add any more to that sentence, and Brock's finger runs down Seth's spine, a shiver and goose pimples trailing in its wake.

"G'night, baby." Brock mumbles, and curls himself around Seth's back, which was pretty much what Seth had expected, he's not surprised that Brock has conceded to being a cuddler, and he's grateful for that. He's tired, his body feels used, but it's not a bad feeling, and certainly not one he regrets. In the morning, walking might prove to be an unexpected hassle, but it'll be okay. It'll be better than okay, it'll be a reminder of this night. A night, barely a week ago, Seth hadn't even known he'd wanted; a night he's certain he wants to repeat.

"Brock?" It's a question, and the slightly sleepy sounding noise Brock makes has Seth biting his lip to keep from grinning. Brock Lesnar is not cute, he does not make cute little sleepy snuffles of noise, at least that's the general perception of him, and yet, Seth can state for a fact that he does. "G'night." Seth presses a kiss to the closest part of the gargantuan arms around him, and closes his eyes. Brock might be Heyman's Beast in the ring, but right then, in that very moment, Seth has no doubts that Brock is very much his Beast.

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