A/N: Hi, everyone! My name is Melly if you didn't already know. :] I'm very, very nervous to post this! This is my first ever slash fic, and so feedback from all of y'all wonderful people would mean a hell of a lot to me. :] I'm not sure how long this is going to be, where it's going to go, or how it's going to end up! I do have a lot more written. I just deicded to use this bit of it as chapter one. But that's enough from me! I hope you enjoy! - Melly.

Chapter One: Breaking The Ice

Seth Rollins looked on from where he stood backstage. Roman Reigns had just had something else taken away from him. That's the path the Samoan Thor had been on lately, and truth be told, it made Seth sad.

It made him sad because truth be told, he still cared about Roman. He cared about Roman more than he should, if he was honest with himself. He missed Roman. He missed laughing and joking with him.

He stood in his spot, his feet glued to the floor as he went back and forth on whether or not he should approach Roman. He knew that Dean was around somewhere, and he knew that the Lunatic Fringe hated his guts.

Roman came backstage rubbing the back of his head and scowling. He threw vicious glares at everyone who glanced his way, a growl rumbling deep in his throat. He fought an urge to spear everyone around him, rage bubbling up inside of him. Everything was being ripped away from him systematically, and he was becoming more and more on edge. What would be next to go? His job?

Clearing his throat, the two-toned highflyer slowly walked to where Roman's locker room was. He knew where it was by heart, it was something he could never forget. He slowly turned the knob, and went inside as he locked the door behind him. He couldn't chance Dean walking in and seeing him. He knew that Dean wouldn't waste anytime beating the living hell out of him.

Roman's back was to him, his shoulders slumped as his head hung low. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, the breath coming out slightly shaky. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Hey, Ro?" Seth called out, his voice shaky as he hands already starting to sweat.

Roman froze at the sound of a very familiar voice, one that he and Dean had grown to despise. He slowly turned to see Seth Rollins standing there, looking almost nervous. The two-toned highflyer froze at the sight of him, like a deer in headlights. For a moment they just stood and stared at each other, and then Roman sighed. "What do you want, Rollins?"

"I...I just wanted to make sure that you're okay." Seth said, trying not to stumble over his own words. "You...you've had a lot of shit thrown your way lately, and I can see the sadness in your face...in your eyes. I know you, Rome. I know you better than anyone…" he said softly.

The Samoan Thor looked away from him, his grey eyes focusing on a spot on the wall just to the right of Seth's head. He felt really nervous all of a sudden and his face was a little red, and he wasn't sure why. "You don't know anything about me," he said forcefully, suddenly wanting Seth to get the hell out of his locker room. "You used to, but not anymore. What I used to be…" He trailed off, the words he had wanted to say dying in his throat.

"I know you're still mad at me," Seth said, his brown eyes meeting with Roman's grey ones, forcing the guy who used to be his best friend to look at him. "I would be mad at me, too. What I did was a dick move, and it crosses my mind every day. I wish that I could take it back. I miss you, Rome."

"Shut up," Roman said hoarsely, turning his back on him. "Just shut up…" He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing the pain down deep inside. He couldn't do this. He couldn't let him get close again. There had been a time when he had thought that they could be something more, but then Seth had betrayed them and what once was had disappeared beneath a wave of blinding rage and agony.

A soft whimpering noise left the two-toned highflyer, and he closed his eyes. He shouldn't have come here, it was a mistake. "Rome….I'm sorry, I miss you. I'm so, so...sorry.

Roman just stood there, closing both of his hands into a tight fists. He didn't want Seth to leave, but he felt so incredibly conflicted.

"Ro….please?" Seth almost begged, feeling like a total idiot. He couldn't believe he was standing here, begging Roman to talk to him. He felt pathetic. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand, he couldn't believe he had allowed himself to get to this point. But he had no one to blame other than himself.

Roman hunched his shoulders. He could hear soft sniffling behind him, and he knew that Seth was hurting too. It tore him up inside, but he couldn't bring himself to turn around. The betrayal had cut so deep. He wasn't sure if he could ever get over it...

"Do you want me to go?" Seth asked, his voice cracking.

Roman took a deep, shuddering breath. "No," he whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

Taking a deep breath, Seth slowly walked over to where Roman sat on the bench. With each step he took, he could feel his heart beating faster and faster. But he couldn't run away, not again. He had done that too many times before.

He hugged Roman from behind, wrapping his arms around Roman's chest. A choking noise left him, as Seth tried his best to hide how upset he was. "I'm sorry," he said again, this time Roman could feel Seth's breath on his neck.

Roman tensed at the feeling of Seth's arms around him suddenly, but then he slowly relaxed. His breath hitched when he felt the highflyer's own breath on his neck, and goosebumps rose on his skin. He slowly leaned his head back to look at Seth, his grey eyes full of confusion and something else.

With tears in his big brown eyes, Seth looked back at Roman. He opened his mouth to say something, but another choking noise came out instead as the tears stung his eyes. He wouldn't allow them to fall, however. He couldn't be seen as that weak. He already felt like a vulnerable idiot. "I can understand why you hate me, you have every right to hate me. But I miss you, Rome. I miss you, and I'm always wondering if you're okay. I'm jealous that it's Dean who gets to do everything with you nowadays," Seth said quietly, as he sat down beside Roman. "You may not believe me when I tell you this, but I feel the pain I know you and Dean felt when I stabbed the two of you in the back. Please believe me when I tell you that. Because I really do meant it. And the only way it can be fixed is with you back in my life."

"Dean does everything with me because you left me," Roman whispered, his voice wavering slightly. "You think I don't wish you were there every day? Because I do. It's not like I don't miss you too. There's not a day that goes by that I don't miss you. And I want you back."

Seth slowly lifted his head, his brown eyes shiny with tears. "I know I'm an idiot, I know." He said softly. "I'm so jealous of Dean. He has you now, and it's all I've ever wanted. But I guess I got greedy," Seth explained. "It's hard. You know damn well I didn't want to throw this away, to walk away from you. But Hunter would not leave me alone. He kept bugging me. What else was I supposed to do? Give up my job for you, Rome? Because I will if that's what you want."

"Don't be stupid," Roman mumbled, shaking his head. "Can't you see? All that I want is you." He turned abruptly so that he was facing Seth, and he reached out and placed his hand on the back of the highflyer's head. He pulled Seth's face toward his and kissed him hard on the mouth.

Without thinking twice, Seth kissed him back. Nearly desperate as he whimpered softly, trying to figure out how he should sit. Part of him wanted to sit in Roman's lap. "I'm so sorry," he said again.

Roman just shook his head fiercely at Seth's words and proceeded to kiss him harder, his hand pressing against the back of the smaller man's head insistently. He didn't want Seth to talk. He didn't want to ruin the moment. It may be the only one they got.

Seth whimpered, he hating feeling so goddamn desperate. "Ro...Ro, don't….don't do that. You don't know what you're doing…" He whispered, trailing off as a couple of more tears rolled down his cheeks. He had been keeping all of this inside for so long now, and bringing it out in the open, it felt unreal.

Roman took a deep breath before he spoke. He hadn't realized just how deeply Seth had taken this. He had always assumed that Seth hadn't cared about him or Dean at all, and that was why it had been so easy for him to betray them. It had hurt him even more to think that way, causing him to shut Seth out even more.

"I'll give up my job for you, Roman. I'll do whatever I need to do so you'll be back in my life. I just want my best friend back."

"I don't want you to do that," Roman said forcefully, locking eyes with him. "I don't want you to give all of that up for me."

"Don't you understand, Rome? You're worth it. You're all I want." Seth said, kissing him again. He loved the feeling he got in the pit of his stomach, and he had to force himself to blink away his tears. He knew it was only a matter of time before Roman found him ridiculous.

Roman tried to think of a convincing argument, but he couldn't come up with one. The truth was, he had been wanting to hear Seth say that for a long time. Now that he had, he didn't want to push him away anymore. He wanted him to stay. He wanted him to love him. "Seth," he said slowly, looking him right in the eyes and taking a shaky breath. "I need you to know this. I need you to know that I love you."

A soft chuckle left Seth's lips as the highflyer found himself unable to stop it. "Roman, are you blind or something? I love you, and I have loved you for months now. I've always been too embarrassed to say anything, to admit it." He shook his head, biting his lower lip. "I'm not saying that I'm embarrassed of you, Roman. Because you're perfect. I mean, you're basically a God." Seth said, another soft laugh leaving his lips as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

A quick smile flickered across Roman's lips, and his grey eyes met with Seth's brown ones. "Have you always been this nervous around me?" He asked, a small smile flickering across his lips again.

Seth gave a quick shrug. "Kinda," he whispered.

Roman's eyes soften slightly as he took notice of the fact of how nervous Seth was right now. Then he leaned forward, kissing him again.

Gasping softly, Seth slowly returned the kiss. He was never going to be able to get used to kissing Roman, no matter how many times it happened. "Ro, I'm sorry…" he said again. This time he didn't even realize that he had said it.

"Stop," Roman whispered, his tone of voice slightly stern. "I don't know how many times I've heard those two words from you in the last twenty minutes that you've been here."

A faint smile crossed Seth's lips, and then he stood up. His heart was racing. He couldn't believe that someone could make him feel the way Roman had been making him feel lately. He always knew that he was...different, but he didn't think that he was different in the way of falling in love with his best friend. Who was a guy.

Roman's grey eyes watched Seth from where he was sitting on the bench. He stood up, walking over to where Seth stood. "Why do I make you so nervous?" Roman mumbled softly, forcing Seth to look into his eyes.

"You're just so perfect," Seth said quietly, the feeling of embarrassment clear on his face.

Roman looked into Seth's eyes, and for the first time in a long time, he could see just how vulnerable the highflyer was. He could see that Seth was putting all of his feelings on the line in this moment. He could see the tears start to fill Seth's eyes for the countless time tonight, and Roman couldn't ignore the rush of warmth that went through his body. This was real. This was happening.

And he was done fighting it.

A/N: Errrrrr...okay, soooo, that will bring the first chapter to a close! I'm so sorry that it was terrible! I hope it was okay! I'm so very nervous! Please take the time to review! Thank you so, so, so much! - Melly.