Wrestling 1. Chapter 1

**A/N: Hey guys! This is an idea that popped into my head weeks ago so I decided to try it out...and see if you guys like it. Hope you enjoy! This new story should be a fun one. There's more romance and fluff than anything else!**

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"Please, all I ask is that you give them a quick look. They're really good." Dean Ambrose begged. He pulled out his folder from his backpack and slid it across the table.

The young woman in the other side if the table rolled her eyes. She chewed her gum soundlessly as she observed the homeless, head to toe.

He had messy auburn hair that fit him quite well. He had some stuble on his face. Dean wore ripped up jeans and a leather jacket over a black wife beater that had sweat stains on them.

"Please go away. Or I'll call security." The blonde with the Russian accent gave him the most sarcastic smile she could muster.

Dean hung his head low in disappointment and nodded slowly. He grabbed his folder, placing it in his backpack before walking towards the exit. On his way, he took a glance at the art on the walls. When will it ever be his turn? He should be used to the rejection by now but no. It hurt every time they kicked him out like he was a disease. They never took a chance on him; all because he was homeless and looked like it too. May the bastard that threw him out on the streets burn in hell. That was a thought that ran through Dean's mind very single day.

_Don't fucking cry. _Dean thought to him. He might be a grown man whom was homeless but he still had feelings. Every time another brutal rejection came along, he felt the stinging in his eyes.

Dean Ambrose was never a quitter but now, he was beginning to think that if he should. It was no use. No one would give him the time of day.

He wiped the tears from his eyes and continued walking until he reached his favorite park. He slept there every night and he liked it because there weren't criminals hanging around.

The park was huge and consisted of a small baseball field and a couple play grounds for kids. There were multiple hills that surrounded the baseball field and Dean slept at the top of the most secluded. There was a huge tree located at the peak of it and he loved the shade it have him during the day. It also helped whenever he drew, he just leaned back against it and relaxed.

Dean climbed the hill and headed for his usual spot. He placed his backpack right next to him as soon as he sat and leaned against the tree. Ambrose had no idea what to do anymore. Having his drawings up on the gallery walls of anywhere was his dream but it was quickly slipping through his fingers like sand.

Should he stop trying? It all just seemed useless by now. He had lost count on how many art galleries rejected him without at least taking a peak at his work. He only attempted the small galleries. If those didn't want him, the bigger and more successful ones would certainly not either. He wouldn't even dare to step inside one them.

Reigns Galleries was the most known art company in the United States. Dean had no idea how this Roman Reigns guy looked but he saw his name everywhere. Recently, he was lucky enough to find a newspaper that was tossed out. He was desperate to know what was going on around California. You miss a lot when you're homeless. That is where he had learned that Roman Reigns opened up a new gallery locally. He had multiple ones around the country, and had two in California. Dean could only wish that his art would end up on the walls of Reigns Galleries..or any gallery for that matter.

Dean sighed and laid down on the grass; using his backpack as a pillow. He snuggled into his ripped up leather jacket as much he could. Once again, for two nights straight, he went to sleep with an empty stomach. Will things ever get better? Dean Ambrose had his doubts.

His eyes snapped open when he heard a snapping of a twig nearby. He sat up and looked around, seeing nothing. He stood up and walked around the tree to see a man standing there, a smug look on his face.

"For someone whose homeless, you sure are pretty." The man stepped towards Dean.

"Leave me alone. Get out of here." Dean said in an almost pleading way. Ambrose had never been labeled as pretty and he was thankfully for that. Pretty never suited him. He never had innocence as part of his personality but there were rare times, where he was sentimental and soft. Almost exactly like pretty boys that threw tantrums whenever they didn't get what they wanted.

The man smirked at him and lunged, knocking both of them to the ground. The man straddled Dean and tried pinning his fighting arms to the grass. Dean managed to flip them over and he got off the man, trying to crawl around the tree and away from him. He reached his backpack but then the man recovered and was soon straddling him again. Dean's head fell against his backpack as he tried to fight him off. "Get off me!" Dean's heart began to race as the man managed to keep both his wrists pinned above his head with one hand. The other hand reached for the button on Dean's jeans. "No stop!"

"You might as well just give in. No one can hear you. I'm getting some weather you like it or not."

Dean whimpered and the tears began to fall. "Stop!" He sobbed and tried to fight the guy off.

Things suddenly stopped when the man got distracted by something next to Dean's head. Dean turned and noticed that an old photo slipped out of his backpack.

"Who is that hot piece of ass?" The man chuckled.

Dean took this opportunity to kick the guy in the groin and was able to get him off of him. He got on his knees and began to punch him repeatedly non stop. The guy seemed to get the hint as he crawled away from Dean's grasp. "Stay the fuck away from me!" His voice cracked. He was shaken up. He was seconds away from being fucking raped. Ambrose knew the park was too good to be true. He grabbed the photo from the ground and stuffed it back in his backpack, thankful that nothing happened to it. The tears never stopped falling and his hands were shaking.

He went back to his original spot and curled into a ball, silent sobs escaped him as he tried to sleep. Yup, things were only getting worse for him. Although he wasn't sure what could be worse than being homeless. He was starting to lose hope all together. He was sick of this shitty life he never imagined he would have one day.

There was one thing that Dean Ambrose would not see coming though. One man would turn his life completely around. Give him the opportunities of a lifetime and the comfort he desperately needed. It was only a matter if time until he crossed paths with him.

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	2. Chapter 2

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"You just opened up a new gallery and now you want to open up another one?" Seth Rollins raised an eyebrow at his friend, Roman Reigns.

"Yup. I have so much art I want to put on display. Plus, I have a lot of artists who are talented beyond belief. Their work deserves to be in the spotlight. Everyone deserves an opportunity you know?" Roman threw his own in his desk and laid back on his chair.

Seth smiled and nodded. Roman had a good heart and wanted to give everyone an opportunity. That's why he owned so many successful galleries. He knew how to pick out the right artists that had the talent. Roman sold around fifty frames of art work every day, per gallery. He would obviously split the money in half with the artists. It was an unusual way to run a business like that but it kept on working out for him.

Artists were more than happy to split the money with Reigns. He was giving them the opportunity to have millions see their artwork. That was their way of thanking him.

"So where do you want to open up this new one?" Seth opened up his notebook and grabbed a pen. Seth was the one that helped Roman get his venues for low prices. The perks of being best friends with a realtor.

"Here, in California again."

Seth nodded and wrote down a couple stuff. "I'll look into more venues that are available."

"Good, thanks man. I need to go meet with some artists then I'm heading home to change for a work out. Wanna join me?"

Seth shook his head and chuckled. "I don't know how you can own so many art galleries and be so calm all the time."

Roman grinned as he slipped on his suit jacket. "I have nothing but close friends working for me, man. I'm calm because I know I can trust them. Don't get me wrong, I communicate with them throughout the day but I know they're alright. I pay them good money for it too." He chuckled.

"Rich bastard." Seth joked as they walked out of Roman's office.

The best friends shared a laugh before stepping out onto the art gallery.

"Phil, I'm stepping out. You got everything under control right?"

Phil smiled. "No worries man, I'll lock up, get out of here. Bye Seth."

Seth blushed a little. He had a crush on Phil and the man never failed to make his heart flutter. "Bye Phil."

Roman and Seth stepped out and walked towards the parking lot.

"What are you waiting for? Why don't you ask him out?" Roman nudged Seth with his elbow.

Seth blushed again. "Maybe I will soon. I just want to wait until the time is right." Roman only nodded. "When was the last time you got laid?"

Roman shrugged. "It's been a while." He's been busy with his art galleries lately that dating was currently on hold. He was yet to find a guy that could grab his attention full swing.

Seth squinted his eyes, observing his best friend. "I need to hook you up with someone. You need some."

Roman chuckled. "Nah dude, I'm cool." Seth's blind date set ups never worked out for him.

"Suit yourself. See you later man." Seth gave Roman's shoulder a squeeze before walking over to his car.

When Roman got home after making deals with some artists, he changed into some gym shorts and a tank top. He adjusted his hair into a tight bun and grabbed his iPod. As part of his work out, he loved running in large spaces. His favorite spot, the park. It was huge and fairly quiet during the day.

Roman locked up his two-story house and jogged down the front steps. He carefully made his way through the streets until he reached the big park. Roman always ran the running trail but today, he thought he should try the hills. He placed his earbuds on and turned the music up as he began running up and down the steep heels. He could feel the burn in his calves already.

As Roman reached the most secluded hill, he took a glance at the guy sitting against the tree. It could easily be seen that he was homeless. Reigns frowned

Dean was lucky enough next day that he found decent amount of cans he could exchange for money. He was able to buy one small meal. He used the rest of the money to buy a new notebook and pencil. He was relieved he had enough money. It was something. Now, he was leaning against the tree, his knees bent as he worked on a drawing. He was using an old picture as reference but it was enough.

Roman got the top of the hill and noticed that the homeless man was drawing. He stepped a bit closer, wanting to get a better look And took his earbuds off.

"Can I help you?" Dean pulled the notebook to his chest and glared up at the tall figure hovering over him, blocking his light.

Roman's grey eyes traveled to those of the man sitting before him. Baby blue eyes. Beautiful. Was Roman's first word to describe this guy. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop like that. I was just curious as to what you were drawing."

"Well don't waste your time because I'm not showing you." Dean clutched his notebook tighter against his chest. Why was he being so rude? The day before he was crying because no one gave his art a chance. Now this guy actually wanted to see and he was acting like a dick towards him. This wasn't just some random drawing though. It was...emotional.

Roman could immediately tell that the drawing was somewhat private and sentimental. "I apologize. I shouldn't have invaded your privacy like that. I'll let you be." Reigns turned around to leave.

Dean bit his lip as he watched the tall man walk away. He quickly stood up and placed the notebook down. "Wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. That drawing is just..." Dean was finding it difficult to find words. As soon as he had approached the bigger man, he noticed that the man had very grey eyes. They were the most captivating eyes he has ever seen.

"I get it." Roman nodded. "Some drawings are meant for the eyes of the artist only."

Dean raised an eyebrow. The guy took the words directly out if his mouth. "How would you know that?"

Roman chuckled. "I do some drawing and painting myself. I own like a bunch of art galleries. I'm Roman Reigns." He extended his hand.

Dean's jaw dropped. This was Roman Reigns?! He couldn't believe he was standing in front of him right now. The famous Roman Reigns! After a moment, he finally shook his hand and told him his name. They both instantly felt the spark as their palms made contact. Dean quickly released his hand and took a step back shyly.

"How many galleries do you own in total?" He asked curiously.

"Twenty. And I have two here. It's going to be three soon."

"You're opening up another one? Didn't you just open one like a week ago?"

Reigns smiled as he studied Dean's features. He had auburn hair that stayed messy all over his head. He had dimples that were noticeable even if he wasn't smiling. Those piercing blue eyes were breathtaking. Chubby cheeks. He was gorgeous.

"Yeah but I like to give as many artists as I can the opportunity to show their work."

Dean found himself observing the bigger man. He has long raven colored hair that was tied back into a bun. A chiseled jaw that fit his face perfectly. He was obviously in very good shape. His large biceps shown off from the tank top he was wearing. He had an interesting tribal tattoo on his right arm.

"That's really nice of you." Dean finally answered.

Roman nodded in response. There was awkward silence between then now and it was too much for Dean. "Well umm, I guess I better get back..." He slowly glanced back at the tree before looking back at Roman.

"Umm I know you don't want to show me the one you're doing now but would you like to show me some of your other work?"

Dean squinted his eyes. He didn't want to fall into false hope...again. Could Roman possibly consider putting up his work if it was good enough, in his new gallery? "Why?"

"I really want to see how good you are. Maybe put some up in the new gallery. We can work something out. Someone ends up wanting to buy, we split the money." Roman shrugged and explained easily.

"That seems fair. I don't want get my hopes up though. I probably suck compared to the work you have in your galleries." Dean was never an insecure artist but Reigns Galleries was the most known and successful. Only top notch art work was up on the walls. He did take it as a sign that Roman Reigns crossed his path though. Maybe his work was good enough?"

Roman cocked his head to one side and observed the insecurity glowing on Dean's face. "I'm sure they're great. Come on, we can go to my place. Grab all your stuff." His need for a work out was completely forgotten.

Dean hesitated a bit before nodding and climbing up the hill to retrieve his things. He hoped Roman liked his stuff. Not just to get his stuff seen but to impress the bigger man. He called himself worthless countless times but found the urge to show this man that he was worth it. He hoped it wouldn't backfire on him.


	3. Chapter 3

Dean looked up in amazement at Roman's two-story home. It was freaking huge! There was no way he lived there by himself. There was a flash of disappointment when Dean thought of the possibility that Roman was taken. Or not gay and was married to some hot woman. He shook those thoughts away and continued to observe the two-story brick made house. He couldn't remember how many nights he had dreamt of living in a place like that.

Roman smirked as he watched Dean, his face full of surprise. He turned the key on the knob of his front doors and pushed the wooden double doors open. "You coming in or staring all day?"

Dean's head straightened back up and started walking up the stairs. "Sorry." He mumbled shyly.

Roman smiled at him politely. "It's fine. Come in."

Dean stepped inside the house and his mouth went agape. It looked even bigger on the inside. The walls were a faint shade of brown and his furniture, including the couches were a faint burgundy. The ceiling was high up on the tall roof and he looked up to see the numerous fans twirling at high speed. His gaze lowered to the paintings on the walls. They were so colorful and exquisite. "Did you paint these?"

Roman grinned. "Yup." The bigger man could tell that Dean loved them and also the house as a whole. His mouth hasn't closed since they stood outside the house.

"Who is this? If you don't mind me asking?" Dean observed the colorful painting of a young woman with shoulder length curly hair, her eyes slightly closed.

"That's my mom when she was in her twenties. I had an old photo as reference but it was good enough."

Dean tensed up and walked away from the painting. "You're place is fucking awesome." He exclaimed and locked eyes with Roman.

Reigns chuckled. "The backyard is the best part."

"Pool and jacuzzi?" Dean assumed. Roman shook his head and caused Dean to furrow his eyebrows.

"I'll show you later. Let's go to the dinner table so you can spread out your work for me. There's plenty of space."

Dean followed Roman into the kitchen, which was split in two. The dinner table on the other side. They passed by the kitchen and entered the dining room. Dean placed his backpack on the glass table and began pulling out his roughed up folders. "While you do that, I'm going to make us some lunch." Dean opened his mouth getting ready to protest but Roman surprisingly placed a finger to Dean's lips, silencing him. "I'm making us lunch, no arguments."

Dean roughly removed Roman's finger from his lips. He pushed aside the fluttering going on in his stomach from the touch. "I'm no charity case."

Roman shook his head and sighed. "I never said you were. I'm just making us lunch, that's it." He shrugged.

"Fine." Dean was still hesitant but let the subject go anyways. He began to hum as he went back to spreading his art around the table.

Roman just stared at him as he walked backwards out of the dining room. Dean definitely had some sort of edge to him but he had a sensitive side too. Roman was intrigued.

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Once they finished eating, Roman laid eyes on Dean's work for the first time. He was fighting to take a glance when they were eating. Some of his paper was dirty and wrinkly but that didn't prevent Dean's talent to shine through. Roman walked around the table, taking in every single drawing. He was...fuck he had no words. They were drawings of everything. People, places, and things. He had never seen drawings like this before. Simple, yet they had edge to them. As he saw more of it, he noticed the certain style that Dean had. It was different but in a good way. He was amazed. This was definitely going up on the walls of the new gallery. He wouldn't be surprised if he sold every piece he put up. "Dean...these are..."

Dean chewed in his thumbnail as he waited for Roman to say something. When he didn't, Dean sighed. "You hate them don't you? I knew it. I fucking suck."

It was Roman's turn to drop his jaw agape in surprise. Was Dean not seeing what he was? "Dean, what on Earth are you talking about? These are fucking amazing! The best work I've ever laid eyes on."

"You don't have to lie to make me feel better. Don't go as far as to say that it's the best."

"It's the truth Dean. For very little that you've had to work with, these are amazing. You have to give yourself more credit here. Come on" Roman was shocked at Dean's lack of confidence.

Dean was shocked at himself. He had full on confidence when he begged other galleries to look at his work but those were mediocre. This was fucking Roman Reigns. The bar was set higher and so were the expectations. "So...now what?"

"I want to put them up on the new gallery. It'll take some time though because I haven't found a venue to rent out yet. In the mean time, I'll take one of them, blow it up and put it up on one of my other venues, and see how people react to it. You never know. Someone might buy it."

"Blow it up?" Dean pouted.

Roman chuckled. "Make it bigger and frame it onto clean paper." Reigns couldn't ignore the fact that Dean looked so adorable when he pouted.

"You can do that?"

"Yes. Of course, if you want to though. It's in your hands."

Dean took a deep breath. He couldn't believe it. Roman Reigns wanted to give him a chance. The chance that he has been waiting for. He couldn't help but feel emotional. The tears were starting to form and he blushed in embarrassment. "I'm sorry." He sniffled. "It's just...I've been waiting for someone to look at my drawings and give me a chance. No one would give me a second look because I'm homeless." His voice cracked as he looked down at the ground. "Thank you." He whispered.

Roman's heart clenched. It was so heartbreaking to hear that no one gave Dean a chance. He felt the urge to take the smaller man into his arms but decided against it, not wanting to freak him out. "Those people are fucking idiots. They had no idea what they were missing. I'm glad I got the privilege to see your stuff. You're beyond talented Dean. It only goes up from here." Roman placed a hand on Dean's shoulder and squeezed it firmly.

Dean shuddered at the contact as he wiped the tears away. He tried not to get distracted by the contact too much. "So...when?"

"Tomorrow, we'll go to one of my galleries. I'll make some room to put this one up." He picked up a drawing. It was a simple drawing of the park; where they met. It was simple but there was a certain edge to it also. Dean's style made it far more interesting. There must have been a lot of people there that day because he included a lot. On the bottom right corner, sat his signature. It was a simple upper case "D" with an upper case "A" over it.

"Okay." Dean nodded in agreement. He began to pack up all his other drawing and left the one Roman picked out on the table. "I guess I should go. What time should I stop by tomorrow?"

"You're staying here." Roman said sternly. "I have more than enough guest rooms. Come, let's get you settled." He motioned for Dean to follow him but he didn't move a muscle.

"No I-"

Roman didn't let him finish as he grabbed Dean's arm and made him walk next to him. They both felt shivers as they made contact again. Skin on skin. The attraction they had to each other was obvious but they knew it was way too early to act upon. They wanted to get to know each other. Plus, Dean had doubt that Roman felt the same. He was fucking homeless! Why would Roman be interested in him?

They walked up the stairs and Roman guided him down the long hall. There were four wooden doors on each side and one at the center of where the hall ended. Roman stopped at the middle door on the right. He opened it and ushered Dean inside. The room was huge and had a bathroom of its own. "If you need anything, I'm in the last room down the hall.

"The one in the center?" Dean wanted to make sure for some reason.

"Yes." Roman flashed a smile.

"Thanks Roman. For everything." Dean spoke sincerely. "You're the first person to ever give some sort of attention since I became homeless." He gave the bigger man a sad smile. Roman wanted to ask how he became homeless in the first place but decided now wasn't the time to ask.

Roman subconsciously cupped Dean's cheek with his hand and rubbed his thumb across it repeatedly. "You're welcome. Goodnight."

Dean was stuck in his spot as Roman walked out. Did Roman just do that? He raised his hand to his cheek and could almost still feel the warmth of Roman's hand. He sighed and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. It's been a while since he's had a proper shower. His mind filled up with how grateful he was that Roman was giving him a huge opportunity. He knew there was also a big opportunity to get to know the bigger man. Dean wanted to know more about him. Maybe they would become really good friends. Dean actually hoped they ended up as more than friends. It would take time though. He was ready for anything at that point.


	4. Chapter 4

Dean woke up the next morning and was confused as to where he was for a second. He was not used to waking up in a bed, in a house. A huge smile spread on his face as he remembered Roman ordering him to stay in his house over night. His stomach fluttered as he stood up and headed for the restroom. He took another warm shower, knowing it would probably be the last one for a while. Roman was probably going to kick him out after his drawing would probably not get any attention.

Dean dressed in the only other pair of jeans he had and an extra grey wife beater that was wrinkly, but would have to do. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, the sweet aroma of pancakes penetrated his nostrils. He licked his lips and made his way downstairs. When he entered the kitchen, he saw Roman by the stove. He was wearing jeans and a black v-neck shirt. His hair was tied back in a tight bun.

"Hi." Dean suddenly turned shy.

Roman turned around and smiled. "Good morning. I'm making us breakfast before we head to the gallery."

"Oh it's okay. I'm not hungry." Dean was used to not eating, especially in the morning.

"Dean, you're eating." Roman said sternly. He prepared him a plate and placed it on the table. Dean licked his lips as he sat down and looked at his plate. Scrambled eggs, sausage, pancakes, toast, and some fruit on the side. "It smells really good." He admitted. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." As Roman prepared his plate, he glanced over to Dean and smiled when he saw him dig into his plate. He headed over to the table and placed his own plate down. "What do you want to drink? Juice? Coffee?"

"Uhh, juice will be fine. Thanks." Dean responded with his mouth full.

Roman chuckled and poured him a cup of juice. He grabbed some coffee for himself. They ate in silence, but it was comfortable silence. Roman wanted to ask Dean so many questions, learn more about him; but he didn't think it was the right time yet.

Once they finished eating, Roman grabbed their plates and put them in the sink.

"That was really good. Thanks Roman." Dean smiled up at him, with bright baby blue eyes.

Roman almost caught himself getting lost in them. "You're welcome." He grabbed the drawing he had picked out the night before from the counter. "Ready?"

"Yeah let me just get my backpack." Dean didn't know if he would come back to that awesome house so he wanted to take his stuff with him, just in case.

"Why? We're gonna come back later." Roman grabbed his hand to stop him.

Dean looked down at their conjoined hands and swallowed hard. There was that spark again. Did Roman feel it too? "What if no one likes my drawing? I mean, who the hell would want a picture of a park in their house?"

Roman laughed and shook his head. "With your talent and style, you might be surprised. Besides, you're going to come back with me no matter what. Why would I let you go? Knowing that you have nowhere to go? You're staying here for as long as you're staying here. Got it?"

Dean felt the tears coming again. He was becoming really emotional for some reason. Maybe because Roman was giving him the most attention in two days than he's ever had in his entire life. It was overwhelming. "Why are you helping me out so much?" He whispered and looked down at the ground.

Roman grasped his chin and lifted his head back up. "Because. Someone like you doesn't deserve what you've been through. I know you're a good guy Dean and you're so talented. You deserve everything good in the world." Roman truly believed that last part and he would make sure to be the one to give him everything. He felt himself growing closer to the guy every second that passed by. "No more crying okay?" Roman wiped his tears away with his thumb.

Dean felt his stomach flutter again at the feeling of Roman's touch. Roman was probably the best person he had ever met. That was saying a lot from just meeting him a day ago. He felt himself being able to trust him though. "Okay. Let's go." Dean nervously walked out of the house and towards Roman's car. He was surprised when the bigger man opened the passenger door for him. "Thanks." He couldn't contain himself from blushing as he stepped into the car.

They got to the gallery in about 20 minutes. Dean stepped out and looked up at the huge sign. REIGNS GALLERY. He was amazed at how big the venue was. Bigger than he expected. They walked to the entrance and Roman opened the door and allowed Dean to head inside first.

Most people would be annoyed with someone being too nice as Roman but Dean loved it. He missed that type of sweetness that he used to get before it all turned sour. This type of attention was comforting. He gave him a smile and stepped inside. He immediately caught the eye of the man standing behind the front desk. He had slicked back hair, and tattoos everywhere.

"Roman." Phil walked over and gave him a manly hug. It immediately made Dean jealous for some reason.

"Phil, how's it going?

"Great. What are you doing here so early? You never come before opening time. Whose this?" Phil turned and smiled politely at Dean.

"This is Dean Ambrose. He's an artist too. Dean, this is Phil Brooks. One of my best friends and he manages this place with me. Helps out a lot."

Dean was relieved to hear that Phil was only a friend. He seemed pretty nice and looked to not judge him because of his appearance. "Nice to meet you."

"Like wise." They shook hands. "So what's up?"

"I need a favor. Do you mind blowing this up for me and framing it? I wanna replace it with one of my paintings over there and see how people react to it."

Phil's mouth went agape when Roman showed him the drawing. "Dude, did you draw this? It's bad ass." He patted Dean on the shoulder. Dean smiled innocently and thanked him. "I'll get it done. We open up in an hour and a half so I should get it done on time."

"Awesome, thanks man."

"No problem. See you guys later." Phil disappeared to the back of the venue, behind an open door. Dean frowned.

"Don't worry, you're drawing is in good hands. Come one, we'll come back later to see how it all went. Way later."

"Uhh, okay. So what do we do now?" Dean asked they left the gallery.

"Right now, we're going shopping."

"Shopping?"

"Yup, you need new clothes, shoes. A haircut if you want it. We'll get anything you want. Alright." He briefly caressed Dean's chin with his thumb.

"I don't want you spending your money on me." Dean shook his head. "I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you either."

"Dean, I know you're not taking advantage of me. I'm the one offering here. Just let me do this for you, alright?"

Dean chewed on his thumbnail. "I don't know Roman. I feel like some kid that you're just spoiling." He shrugged. He loved that Roman was being so affectionate towards him but there had to be a limit right? They still only knew each other for a couple of days.

Roman stepped closer to him and cupped his face in his large hands. "Don't think of it that way Dean. I really just want to help you because you don't deserve to live like you have been. How many times do I have to explain to you? Come on. We'll go anywhere you want and I'll buy you anything you ask for. Don't hesitate." Roman motioned for him to get in the car. Dean sighed and got in.

Apparently Dean had a thing for leather jackets, jeans, and wife beaters. 80% of what he got was just that. He got a couple of plain v-neck shirts and some gym shorts as well. Pairs of boots, socks, and briefs as well. He couldn't hide the blush as he grabbed the briefs and placed them in the cart that Roman was pushing around. Roman just smirked in amusement. He's never seen someone blush and be so embarrassed all the time. Lastly, Ambrose headed for the personal hygiene area and grabbed the usual. Deodorant, razors, shaving cream, toothpaste and lately a toothbrush. "Is that all you want?" Dean nodded. "Are you sure? Remember Dean, don't hesitate."

Dean rubbed his chest with the palm of his hand and groaned. "I wanted colored pencils, and more notebooks so I can draw some more." He said innocently.

Roman grinned. "You won't need to buy all that."

"Why?" Dean frowned.

"You'll see. " Roman winked.

They got to the check out stands and Dean's jaw dropped when he saw the final cost after everything was scanned. "Roman, no. That's too much. I'll take half of the stuff out."

Roman grabbed Dean's hands before he could move. "No. It's fine Dean. Trust me, I have the money."

"But it's close to $500." He whined.

Roman just ignored him and swiped his credit card. Dean pouted which made the cashier chuckle.

"You're so cute." The brunette cashier twirled a strand of her hair around her finger.

Roman squinted his eyes as he watched the girl, not take her eyes off of Dean as she handed him the receipt.

Dean seemed to not noticed the cashier at all. Once Roman turned away from the cashier, Dean wrapped his arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "Thank you Roman. I don't know when I'll ever stop saying that." Roman hugged him back with no hesitation and whispered 'you're welcome' in his ear. They pulled apart before placing the bags in the cart. Roman gave the cashier a sarcastic smile, which she hesitantly returned. Right after, Roman took Dean to get a hair cut. His hair wasn't too long but Dean wanted it short, but still messy from the front too. He didn't forget to thank Roman once again. He loved it. Short from the back, and curls down his forehead from the front. Messy. That's how he liked it.

Once they got to Roman's house, it was a little after 7 p.m. "Go ahead and place your things in your room. We'll head to the gallery now."

Dean nodded and walked to his room. He had to admit that he was nervous about hearing if anybody liked his drawing. He wasn't sure if he would handle the disappointment again.

When Dean and Roman arrived at the gallery, it was packed. Lots of people walking around the venue, looking at all the paintings. Dean immediately walked over to his. It was definitely blown up. He frowned though when he noticed his was the only one done in pencil. All the others were colorful and some were actually paintings. No way anybody would be interested in his dull drawing. He looked around and noticed Roman talking to Phil, and two other guys. He walked over, suddenly feeling shy again.

"Dean, this is Seth Rollins. He's in charge of handing me over the cheapest venues he can find. He's a good friend if mine."

"Nice to meet you."

"Same here. That's a kick ass drawing you did there." Seth nodded to his drawing.

"Thanks."

Roman looked over to Dean with an 'I told you so' look. "Dean, this is Alberto Del Rio. He wants to buy your drawing. He's been here all day, waiting for you."

"Si, I didn't want anyone else getting the opportunity of getting that piece of art. It's amazing Mr. Ambrose. I want to buy it. Any price, I'll pay."

Dean's eyes widened in shock as everybody looked at him. Someone actually wanted to buy his drawing! He must be dreaming! That simple piece of work? It was truly unbelievable. Ambrose grabbed Roman's arm and pulled him away from the group. "I don't know what price to give him!" He chewed on his fingernails. "I haven't dealt with this in a while! Help me out." He looked up at Roman with widened eyes.

Roman chuckled, which earned him a slap on the arm. "Stop laughing at me and help!"

Roman was still shaking with laughter but calmed himself down. "Alright. Alright. Why don't we leave it up to him. Whatever he wants to give?"

"Mmkay." Dean nodded. They walked back and told Del Rio that it was up to him. They eventually agreed on $400.

These people never failed to shock Dean. $400 for that? He wanted a pinch to simply see if he was dreaming. It was unreal.

He shivered when he felt a pair of lips close to his ear.

"No, you're not dreaming." He turned just in time to see Roman pull back and wink at him. How did he know what he was thinking?

They locked eyes for a while before they both looked away nervously. The attraction and admiration was growing fast. Yet, they still haven't gotten enough time to really get to know each other.

Roman would make sure they did soon though.

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**A/N: Thank you all for the kind words, reviews, favs, and follows. I didn't think the story would be liked. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Review if you wish :)**


	5. Chapter 5

After Alberto Del Rio paid Roman and Dean in cash for the drawing, they decided to stay and talk with Phil and Seth for a while.

"There were multiple people asking about your drawing dude. Everybody loved it." Phil informed. "You definitely need to do some more so we can sell them."

Dean grinned, feeling proud of himself. This was what he had always hoped for. People to appreciate and understand the hard work behind his drawings. He owed it all to Roman. He looked past the fact that he was homeless and gave him a chance. Dean wanted to thank him for that.

"Ready to go?" Roman turned to Dean who only nodded. "We're going out to dinner to celebrate. You guys wanna join us?"

Phil shook his head. "Maybe another time. Seth and I have plans after I close up here." He smiled at Seth and interlocked their fingers together.

Roman gave Seth a warm smile. Looked like the right time to ask Phil out came quickly. He and Dean bid their goodbyes and left. Roman made sure to thank Phil for willing to stay and close the gallery for him.

"So Phil and Seth are a thing?" Dean asked as they walked to the car.

"Yup. Seth would always tell me he wasn't ready to ask him out. Looks like that isn't the case anymore."

Dean nodded. He looked away as he asked something else he had kept wondering about.

"What about you?" Are you with someone?" His cheeks were flushed and he knew it. Thank goodness that it was dark out.

Roman smiled to himself and once again opened the car door for Dean. "Nope. I've been single for a while now. No one has been able to catch my eye" he looked directly into Dean's eyes as he spoke.

"Oh" Dean chuckled nervously and stepped in the car. He began to play with his fingers as Roman got in the driver's seat and drove them to dinner at a nearby restaurant.

"This is my treat." Dean announced as they walked to the entrance of the restaurant.

"No way."

"Yes way. I have money for once. Allow me to thank you for everything you've done for me." It felt good to reach into his jeans pocket and feel the money he got for his drawing.

Roman sighed. "It's really not necessary Dean. I'll pay."

"I told you no. I'm paying and that's that." Dean left no room for argument.

They got seated at a table and sat across from each other. Roman knew this was a great opportunity to get to know Dean some more.

"So, have you always been in California?" He asked as he scanned the menu.

"Nope. I was born in Ohio. Cincinnati to be exact."

"How did you end up here in Los Angeles, California?"

Dean swallowed hard. In a short amount of time, he learned he could trust Roman but he still didn't want to put his guard down too fast. Maybe he could make the long story short. "I moved over here with my boyfriend, whom I met in Ohio." He noticed the way Roman's jaw tightened, but continued. "He was an artist too so we decided to move here and see where our art would take us. Everything was going great for a while. Until one day, I got back to our apartment and found it completely empty. He had left me out of the blue and stole all my drawings. I lost everything." Dean placed his menu down and rubbed his watery eyes. He nearly choked on a sob. "I'm sorry."

Roma immediately stood up and moved his chair to sit next to Dean. He wrapped his arms around him and rested Dean's head on his chest. "You don't need to apologize. I'm so sorry that happened to you." Roman was now realizing how bad Dean's life turned. He wanted to break Seth's ex in half for doing that to him. From what he saw, Ambrose was a great guy and he didn't deserve for that to happen to him. It made Roman so angry but he kept himself calm.

Dean sniffled. "Back then, I was stupid enough not to sign my drawings. Two days after he left, he sold all my work and took credit for it. That's how I became homeless in the first place. He was just using me to get to my work." Dean lifted his head and looked up at Roman. He chuckled in embarrassment. "I'm such a cry baby. Sorry."

Roman ran his fingers through Dean's hair. "Don't worry about it. Everyone cries. I feel bad that I asked. I'm the one whose sorry. I just wanted to get to know you."

"It's okay. I guess I had to get it out at some point. I'm actually glad you want to learn more about me." Dean looked down at his lap nervously. "So, what about you? Have you lived here all your life?"

Roman was glad that Dean stopped crying. However, he didn't move back to his original spot. "No, I was born and raised in Pensacola, Florida. I'm half Italian, half Samoan. My dad was born in American Samoa and my mom is from the Italian heritage. They lived in Florida for years after my brother and I were born but they recently moved back to American Samoa. I moved here after I got a big break with my art. My family is huge and we have connections everywhere. I still worked hard for everything I have though."

"Interesting." Dean smiled in admiration. "That explains your tribal tattoo."

"Yup. You like it?" Roman asked as he extended his right arm so Dean could see the tattoo better.

Dean looked at it and forced himself not to lick his lips. His arms looked so strong. A couple veins popping out of their place. Without even noticing, he ran his index finger up and down Roman's arm, tracing over the tattoo.

It wasn't until the waitress came and interrupted them that Dean snapped out of it. He pulled his hand back and looked away.

"Are you ready to order?" The waitress smiled at Roman. He nodded and they both ordered their food. "Very well. We'll get it here soon." She placed a hand on Roman's forearm. She was obviously distracted by Roman's good looks.

"Alright, thank you. " Dean said in a dismissive tone. He rolled his eyes as she smiled at Roman once more before leaving.

Roman smiled to himself. He knew there was some slight jealousy there but didn't want to call Dean out on it; knowing it would embarrass him. However, it was good to know that Dean felt some attraction to him as well.

When Dean and Roman got back to the house, Roman placed their leftovers in the fridge. He then turned to see Dean who was yawning.

"I hope you're not too tired. I want to show you something, if that's alright."

Dean's heart began to race for some reason. "Yeah sure. What is it?"

"You'll see. Come." He offered his hand and Dean took it without hesitation. The usual spark ran between them, only this time it was stronger.

Roman guided Dean to a back door of the house. They ended up stepping outside into the huge backyard. There was mostly grass and two huge tress. One on either side of the grass space. In between the trees, there was a lengthy wooden shed. Dean was intrigued.

"What's you're favorite color and food?" Roman asked.

"Blue and black. My favorite food is spaghetti. What about you?"

"Blue and sushi." Roman turned to grin at him. Dean smiled and squeezed the hold he had on Roman's hands. That was all basic information about each other but if felt like more to them.

"Do you like to draw more or paint?" Ambrose asked.

"Painting is always the most entertaining. At least for me."

"I haven't been able to paint in a long time. I couldn't afford paint when I was homeless...obviously." Dean responded sadly.

They walked towards the shed and Roman pulled his key chain from his pocket with his free hand. He unlocked the door, turned the lights on and allowed Dean to step inside first.

Dean's mouth went agape as he took in his surroundings. Roman used that shed as his art studio. There were lots of beautiful painting on the walls. Multiple cabinets filled with paint containers and clip arts. Dean was sure every single color that existed was there. In the center of the shed stood multiple desks filled with notebooks, notepads, and big plain paper. Hanging from the sides were containers filled with colored pencils, regular pencils, and paint brushes.

Dean walked further into the room and took a closer look. "This place is amazing Roman."

Roman closed the door and went to stand next to Dean. "Yeah, I love being in here most of my free time. Breath taking isn't it?"

"Absolutely." Dean nodded. "Is this why you told me I didn't need new supplies at the store?"

"Yup." Roman turned to face Dean. "You have full access to this place. Whenever you want to draw, paint, use it. It's ours now."

Dean turned to Roman in surprise. "Really?" The Samoan nodded. "I know I sound like a broken record but...thank you for everything. I'm still not sure why you're doing this but thanks again."

Roman took a step closer to him and cupped his left cheek with his hand. They looked into each other's eyes as they pressed their foreheads together.

Dean's heart was getting ready to jump out of his chest. He looked down at Roman's lips before looking back up to his eyes.

Their faces came closer; their eyes slid shut as Roman finally pressed his lips onto Dean's. Bolts of electricity shot through both men as their lips touched for the first time. Both pairs of lips felt so soft against the other.

Dean parted his lips willingly and allowed Roman to deepen the kiss. He moaned against his lips as Roman slithered his tongue inside his mouth.

Roman felt Dean rest the palms of his hands on his chest. It was a simple touch but it affected him in the biggest way. He brought his other hand to curl around the back of Dean's neck, pulling him closer. He sucked on Dean's bottom lip before re-entering his tongue inside his mouth.

Dean's tongue curled against his in perfect sync. He could feel Roman's hands slide down to his sides. He just kept them there, caressing his sides with his thumbs.

They briefly broke the kiss, their lips parted as they panted into each other's mouth. "You're gorgeous." Roman whispered. They pressed their lips back together in a more passionate kiss. They took turns sucking each other's bottom and top lips, as well as their tongues. The goosebumps on their skin were getting goosebumps.

The desperate need for air caused them to break the kiss. They still kept their faces close though.

"You're welcome." Roman smiled as he panted softly.

Dean giggled and buried his face in his hands, in pure embarrassment; like always.

When Roman reached to remove his hands to cup his face, he wasn't surprised to see the blush on his cheeks. "Don't. Don't hide that beautiful face of yours." Now, he was pretty sure that God had sent him an angel.

While Dean considered Roman his savior. He meant much more to him now but Dean was too overwhelmed to think of more words to describe the man before him. Ambrose rubbed his nose against Roman's before having the courage to kiss him lightly one more time. Just a peck this time.

He felt on top of the world.

Little did he know, this was only a fraction of the full ride Roman intended to take him on.

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**A/N: They finally got a chance to know each other more and even kissed for the first time. What do you guys think? REVIEW! :)**


	6. Chapter 6

Dean's baby blue eyes were wide as he laid in bed. It was exactly midnight and he hadn't been to sleep yet. The loud sound of the rain hitting his window prevented him from doing so.

"Fuck!" Dean jumped out of bed when the loud rumbling of thunder rolled through. He detested the thunder ever since he was little. There was no difference now that he was a grown man. When he was homeless, he had to suck it up whenever there was a rare storm. Now that he was living in a house though, he was scared shitless.

Ambrose jumped as more thunder came and caused the windows to shake. "Fuck this!" He stepped out of his bedroom and walked down the hall to Roman's room. There was light shining through the bottom of the door so he was obviously awake. Dean knocked softly and immediately heard 'come in'

He slowly opened the door and stepped inside, looking down at the ground.

Roman was laying on the bed, papers spread out everywhere. "Dean? What's the matter? Are you okay?" He took off his reading glasses and stood up to approach him.

"Sorry, you're busy. I'll leave."

This was they first time they had a proper conversation since the breath-taking kiss they shared in the shed, a couple of days ago. They both knew a conversation was in order but neither knew how to approach it.

Roman grabbed Dean's arm to stop him from leaving. "No, no. It's fine. What's wrong?"

Dean looked up and into Roman's eyes. He gasped when thunder bolted through again.

Roman smiled as he figured out what was going on. Dean was afraid of thunder but was too embarrassed to admit it. He wrapped his arms around Dean's neck and pulled him against his body. Dean immediately hugged him back.

"Wanna stay with me tonight?" Roman asked as he ran his fingers through Dean's hair.

"If you don't mind." Dean mumbled.

"Of course not. Let me clean up the bed."

"What were you doing?"

"Some paperwork for the new gallery and venue."

"Did you finish?"

"Nope"

"I'm sorry." Dean bit his lip.

"Stop apologizing Dean. It's fine. Come on." He laid down on the bed and patted the empty space next to him.

Dean walked over and laid on the bed. He was grateful Roman decided to leave the light on. Roman sat up and pulled the bed sheets up their bodies. More thunder came and Dean jolted.

"Come here." Roman wrapped his arms around Dean's waist and pulled him closer.

Dean scooted over and rested his head on his chest; while his hand rested on Roman's stomach. "You must think I'm a pussy." He mumbled, and curled closer to Roman's body. It felt good to be that close to him.

Roman chuckled and traced his index finger up and down Dean's arm. "Not at all. Everyone is afraid of something. It's perfectly normal."

"I liked it." Dean blurted out.

"Liked what?"

"The kiss. I really liked it Roman."

Roman smiled as he recalled the sweet lip-lock they shared. "I liked it too."

Dean lifted his head and looked up at the bigger man. "So what does this mean?"

Roman looked down so he could lock eyes with Dean. He got shivers at the sight of Dean looking so innocent and sweet. "I wanna see where this goes Dean. I really like you."

Ambrose blushed and rested his head back down. "I like you too."

"Good." Roman grinned briefly, then turned serious. "So I wanted to ask you; do you happen to have your birth certificate with you?" He knew there was a slime chance but decided to ask anyways.

Dean nodded against his chest. "I actually do but it's not in the best condition. Why?"

"I'm going to need it so I can get you and I.D. You'll need it to get a drivers license, and a bank account as well."

"How are we going to do that?"

"Don't worry about it. Just leave it up to me, alright?"

"I can't let you do everything Roman. I think I can get my license and I.D."

"Whether you can or not, I'm helping. We need to get you that bank account fast. Your drawings are going to be selling like crazy. You'll need somewhere to place your money. The new gallery is only going to consist of your art."

Dean sat up and turned to face the Samoan. "What do you mean?"

"The new gallery. I'm only going to put up your stuff. It's going to be all about you." Roman sat up as well and leaned in to place a kiss on Dean's neck.

"What about the other artists?"

"I'm going to split their work in the other two galleries that are already opened."

The dirty blonde shook his head. "That's kind of not fair for the other artists though. I shouldn't get special treatment just because you like me."

Roman brought his hand to stroke Dean's hair. Dean was a true sweetheart. He not only thought about himself, but also about the right thing to do. "It's not just because I like you. It's because that's what you deserve. You deserve the world Dean Ambrose, and I'm going to give it to you. Whether you like it or not."

"What did I do to deserve all this? To deserve you?" Dean whispered as a single tear ran down his cheek.

Roman was quick to wipe it away and kissed him sweetly on the lips. It quickly deepened and Dean ended up straddling Roman, who was still sitting up. He felt Dean jump a little when they heard more thunder. He sucked on Dean's tongue one last time before pulling away.

"It's okay. I got you." He laid back down and pulled Dean to lay on top of him.

Dean curled up against him and buried his face into his neck. It felt warm and safe under the covers, in Roman's arms.

"Hold me tighter." He pleaded softly. He felt Roman pull him even closer into a tight bear hug. His hands began to sooth his back.

It didn't take long for both of them to fall into deep slumber.

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"Smile for the camera, Dean."

Dean's cheeks flushed as he could see Roman looking at him closely, from the corner of his eye. He was getting his picture taken for his I.D. and drivers license. Ambrose studied even though he pretty much knew everything already. He passed both tests with flying colors.

Dean had no idea how Roman was able to get him an I.D. in two months. He was sure it wasn't easy since he was homeless.

In the two months that passed, Dean and Roman got closer. They pretty much knew everything about each other at that point. There were still a couple of things lingering in Roman's mind though. It was only a matter of time when he got the courage to ask Dean about them.

"Yes! I got my license and I.D.!" Dean jumped into Roman's arms and wrapped his legs around his waist. He didn't even care that people were watching them.

Roman chuckled and wrapped his arms around Dean. "You see? I told you, you would pass."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Dean repeated as he planted kisses on Roman's face.

"You're welcome baby. You deserve it." Roman pecked his lips. Dean blushed and untangled himself from Roman, getting back on his feet.

Their relationship wasn't exactly official yet but he loved that Roman was calling him baby. It made him feel nice inside.

"Now that you finally have your license..." Roman trailed off as he guided them to the exit. "You can drive this." he grinned as they stepped outside.

Dean's eyes went as wide as dinner plates. Parked before him on the curb was a brand new black Toyota Tundra.

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"Phil, stop it." Seth giggled as Phil peppered his neck with kisses. "We need to put these paintings up before you open. Roman will kill us if we don't get it done."

"Yeah you're right." Phil pulled away. "Especially since these are Dean's paintings. They've been selling like fucking cheeseburgers."

Seth giggled as they grabbed the framed paintings and exited the back room. Seth pouted when the frames became too heavy.

"I'm just Roman's realtor. Why is he making me do this?

Phil chuckled. "He offered to pay you more and you agreed, silly."

"Oh yeah." Seth grinned.

The couple started hanging up a couple of Dean's drawings. There was a sudden knock on the front doors if the gallery.

"Do these people not know that we aren't open yet?" Phil groaned as he walked over to the doors. He pulled out his key and opened up one of the doors. There was a guy standing there. He was really muscular with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Can I help you? We open in an hour."

The guy gave Phil a bright smile. His teeth were perfect and really white.. "Yes I know. I just happen to know that you guys have paintings by Dean Ambrose here?"

"Oh, yes we do." Phil finally smiled back.

"Awesome. I don't know if you guys allow this but I want to buy every painting of his before you open. I don't want to risk someone else wanting to buy them."

Phil raised an eyebrow. "You want to buy them all?"

"Yup, every single one you have."

Phil but his lip as he thought it over. Surely, this would be no problem right? Someone wanted to buy them all, which was good. Roman and Dean would certainly be happy. It's not like Dean didn't have more they could put up. He had done a lot of painting in the past two months.

"Alright, come on in."

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Dean stood frozen as he carefully looked at every detail of the truck. He had no words. That was the perfect car for him.

"Do you like it?" Roman stood next to him and raked his fingers through Dean's hair.

Ambrose swallowed hard. "I love it...but I can't accept it."

Roman frowned. "Why not?"

"Because I can't. It's too much." Dean shook his head. "I really appreciate it but I can't. I want to be able to buy my own car. With my money."

Roman nodded and wrapped his arms around Dean's waist. "I understand." He responded truthfully. Roman was aware that Dean wanted to buy his own stuff once he was capable; and he respected that.

"Tell you what..." Roman placed a kiss to Dean's forehead. "Use the car now and when you're capable of paying monthly bills, we'll put the car under your name."

Ambrose sighed and buried his face in Roman's neck. "Fine."

"We'll do the same with the cellphone I got you alright?" Dean nodded. "Great, now let's go open up a bank account for you and get you a credit card. We'll need to transfer the money you got the last two months from my account to yours."

Dean looked up at Roman with worry. "You're really going to transfer it in my account?"

"Of course I am. Listen Dean, I'm not like your asshole of an ex okay. I'm not gonna steal from you. That's your money."

"I know you're not like that Roman. You're far from someone like that." Dean cupped Roman's face in his hands. "You're perfect." He whispered.

Reigns leaned in and kissed the tip of Dean's nose. "You're the perfect one. Come one let's go. We need to hurry up so we can get to the gallery soon. You can drive." He gave him the keys to the truck. Dean grinned and headed for the driver's side.

Once they got called up at the bank, Roman allowed Dean to take care of his bank account. He wanted more freedom and Roman was giving him just that. As he waited, his cellphone began to ring and he stepped outside to answer it. Dean frowned but shrugged it off.

When Ambrose got everything taken care of, he noticed that Roman was still outside talking. Once he stepped outside, he hung up.

"Get everything done?"

"Yup. They're going to send me my new credit card in the mail soon. Who were you talking to?"

"A friend that manages my gallery in New York. He called to let me know that there will an art gala hosted by a couple colleagues in a couple if days."

Dean pouted. "So you're leaving then."

"Yes." Roman watched as Dean's face fell in further disappointment. "And I want you to come with me."

Dean's head snapped up. "Really? New York? You want me to go with you?"

"Of course! Have you ever been there?"

"Nope. I've only been in Ohio and here obviously. The only plane I've been on was the one I took from there to here, a long time ago."

"Well that won't be the case any longer." Roman smiled down at him.

"Yes! New York here we come!" Dean clapped his hands and rubbed them together in excitement.

Reigns chuckled. "Let's go to the gallery so I can tell Phil that we're going."

"Wait!" Dean made Roman stop walking. "Piggyback ride." He requested and pouted. "Please, please"

Roman smiled warmly. He could act so adorable; more times than others.

"Hop on baby boy."

Dean couldn't wait to be in New York with Roman. He was sure it would be special and more intimate.


	7. Chapter 7

**A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews you have left me! They are all so encouraging. With that being said, I thought I should share some knowledge to a certain someone out there who came at me in anonymous. If you find the way I write Dean's character "irritating" as you say, it's very simple and common sense, STOP READING. This is an AU story so I'm obviously not going to make their characters exactly like they are in WWE. If you find a story irritating and don't have anything encouraging to say, simple exit out of the story. That's what I do. You should try it some time. Us as writers bust our ass to update and make sure the stories are perfect. The last thing we need is anons bashing and having nothing encouraging to say at all.**

**I apologize for typing so much but I had to get it out. The rest of you have been awesome so thank you for that! I hope you all enjoy this long chapter!**

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"Wow. This place is amazing Roman." Dean admired the tall building as they drove past them, on their way to the hotel they were staying at. Dean was in an even better mood now that they were there. When they had gone to the gallery back in L.A. Phil told him about the guy that bought all of his paintings. He thought it was kind of weird that the guy wanted to remain anonymous but shrugged it off. The man spent thousands on his paintings so he wouldn't put the guy into question.

"Wait until you see this place at night. It's breathing-taking." Roman smiled widely. He was happy to see Dean happy. That's what he deserved after all. There was one thing that Roman kept on thinking about since they left Los Angeles for New York though. The anonymous man kept on lingering in his mind and he couldn't help but feel antsy about it. Why would the guy want to remain anonymous? What's so bad about knowing his name? He asked Phil and Seth many questions about the guys features but Roman couldn't bring anyone to mind. It had to be somebody that had never bought a painting from his galleries. That kind of had him worried a little bit. Why would the guy choose now to buy a painting from his gallery? And why all of Dean's? Roman was certainly going to look into it. He had a plan of looking at security footage but he had no time. As soon as they arrive back to L.A. he would make sure to check though.

Right now, he just wanted to enjoy his time in New York with Dean. The new gallery was close to opening in a couple of weeks but he even put those thoughts away. When they got to the hotel and checked into the only suite with a balcony. Dean plopped down on the bed and yawned. They had a late flight going early into the morning so he was a bit tired; unable to sleep because of the excitement.

"Don't get too comfortable. We need to go buy our suits." Roman spoke as he tipped the bell hop.

"But I'm tired." Dean sat up and pouted. "Why do we need suites anyway?''

Roman chuckled and went to go sit next to him. "It's a gala, Dean. We have to dress appropriate.''

Dean rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I don't do suits though. I like my jeans and tank tops.''

"You'll look great in a suit though.'' Roman laced their fingers together and kissed Dean's knuckles.

Ambrose smirked cocky-like. "Well, I won't disagree on that but I still don't want to wear one."

"Well you have to. Come on, let's go.''

Dean groaned, stood up from the bed and followed Roman to the door of the hotel. Once outside, Roman decided that they would walk so Dean could see everything he could of New York... for now. They stepped outside and Roman offered his hand. Dean smiled and laced his fingers with his; the blush slowly creeping up on his cheeks.

They laughed, joked, and hugged as they walked the busy streets of New York. Dean was starting to love the city even more and it was even better because Roman was there with him. Every second that passed by, Ambrose found himself liking Roman more. He loved being around him and he just turned him into a better person. He knew they weren't exactly official yet but Dean thought he was probably ready to take the next step with Roman. He was just nervous to ask Roman if he wanted the same. He made a mental note to ask him after they get to the hotel from the gala.

"Here we are." Roman smiled and guided Dean to the best place that sold suits.

"Rome, they all look so expensive." Dean looked around at all the suits hanging on the wall and on the racks."

"Yes they are but you have the money now.' Roman pointed out. "If you don't want anything flashing, get a simple one. They are cheaper too. It's a win-win."

Dean was glad that Roman was allowing him to choose and buy his own suit. He pecked Roman's cheek as a thank you and walked off to find a suit he liked. While tapping his fingers on his collarbone, he looked around at all the different styles there were. Dean wasn't really picky but he didn't like any of the suits so far. He remembered that Roman said he could just buy a simple one, not too flashy. He walked around some more until he found a very plain black suit with a white undershirt and black tie. He smiled to himself and took it down from the rack. Anxiously, he walked around, trying to find Roman so he could show him but found him no where. "Where is he?'' he asked and pouted and the sales rep.

He chuckled. "He's trying on a suit. He should be right out."

Dean nodded and waited for him. He looked around the place in boredom until he heard one of the doors from the fitting rooms creak open. The butterflies in his stomach were going, he felt a tingling sensation in his heart. He watched on as Roman stepped out wearing a grey suit with a black dress shirt under. The top buttons opened to show the bronzed skin underneath. Ambrose swallowed hard, trying to contain himself. Roman looked really good.

"What do you think?'' Roman asked as he adjusted the buttons on the suit.

Dean smiled and walked up to him. He adjusted the collar a little bit. "You look great.''

"Yeah?" Roman smirked. He loved watching how affected Dean was by him. Dean nodded and had enough courage to lean in and place a light kiss to his lips.

"Trust me. This is the one.''

"I'll take your word for it. Did you find anything yet?'' the bigger man watched as Dean held up the plain black suit. If that's the one he wanted, it was good enough for him. "Try it on, gotta make sure it fits. Remember, you need shoes too.''

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"Dean, fix your hair." Roman instructed as he adjusted his suit properly.

The day had gone by too quick for their liking. After they bought the suits, Roman gave Dean a brief tour of New York. After that, they went back to the hotel and took a short nap before it was time to head over to the gala. They were just about finished getting ready.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Are you serious Dean? It's all messy. Slick it back at least."

Dean pouted as he looked at his hair in the mirror. It was pretty messy but he like it that way.

"Here, I'll do it for you." Roman turned Dean to face him. He grabbed a decent amount of gel and began to slick Dean's hair all the way back. "See, you look more handsome like this." he grinned and turned Dean back to face the mirror so he could look at himself.

He actually didn't look half bad. Dean found himself liking it. "Thanks Rome." Dean grinned and left the bathroom.

One they finished getting ready, they left the hotel and headed over for to the gala. Dean was beginning to get nervous. What if nobody liked him? What if he embarrassed himself? He also didn't want to make Roman look bad. He took a deep breath and put on a smile as he entered the large venue with Roman; their hands linked tightly together.

Dean bit his lip and looked down at the ground shyly. He could tell there was a lot of people in attendance based on the loud buzz in the air.

"No reason to be shy. Lift your head, baby. It's okay." Dean heard the whisper next to his ear. He gave Roman an appreciative smile and faced forward. Roman introduced him to a lot of famous artists and he felt lucky for being able to meet some of the people he admired a long time ago. He was surprised when people started to compliment him on his art work. He had no idea where those people saw his stuff but thanked them anyways.

The couple walked around and looked at some of the most professional artwork there was in New York. It was all very inspiring and motivating. Dean was amazed, to say the least.

"Are you going to show me the art gallery you own here?" Dean asked curiously.

"Of course but tomorrow." Roman smiled. Dean couldn't wait to see it already.

"Baby, I'm heading to the restroom real quick. Wanna come or wait here?'' Roman placed a kiss to Dean's forehead.

"Mmm, I'll wait here."

Roman nodded and let go of his hand before he walked away. Dean went back to looking at the frames on the wall. He wasn't alone for too long because a petite blonde walked over and stood next to him.

"Hi" she gave him a bright smile.

Dean immediately noticed her hazel eyes. They weren't nearly as gorgeous as Roman's grey ones but they were pretty nonetheless. "Hi.''

"You're Dean Ambrose right?''

"Yeah, how did you know?"

The blonde laughed and placed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "I've heard about your impressive work over at Reigns Gallery in California. I'm Renée Young." she extended her hand.

"Nice to meet you." Dean quickly shook her hand and released it. "Are you an artist as well?''

"Yeah, I sell my stuff online though." Renée smiled and took a sip of her wine.

When Roman got out of the restroom, he headed over to the tables set up with drinks and food. He grabbed some drinks for himself and Dean. He turned the corner of where he had left Dean and found him talking to some blonde girl. He had no idea who she was. He had never met her before, but there was no doubt that she was beautiful. He wasn't into girls but knew a pretty girl when he saw one. Reigns stood there and observed the interaction between them. Renée kept on making Dean laugh and touched his arm once in a while. She was standing way too close for Roman's liking. How come Dean wasn't telling her to back off? He was going along with it. It made Roman more angry than it probably should have. He couldn't help it. He didn't want anyone touching Dean. When Renée decided to touch Dean's face; that was the last straw for him. He placed the drinks on a nearby table and walked over to them, fury clearly visible in his eyes.

"Hey" he caught their attention immediately with his deep voice.

"Hey you're back." Dean smiled. "Roman this is Renée. Renée, this is Roman...if you didn't already know." he chuckled.

"Nice to meet you." Renée smiled

Roman didn't miss the deep blush on Renee's cheeks. She was obviously flustered because of Dean. He just nodded to her and turned back to Dean. "Can we go? I don't feel good."

Dean frowned as he watched the way Roman's jaw tightened. He knew he was lying. There was a different reason as to why he wanted to leave and Dean couldn't figure out why. Roman seemed upset, angry. He just hoped it wasn't with him. Dean just gave Renée a wave before he walked away, following Roman to the exit. He didn't take his hand this time and it hurt Dean a little bit. What did he do? Absolutely nothing so he had no idea why Roman was angry at him.

They drove back to the hotel in silence and entered their room. The silence was killing Dean.

"Are you mad at me?" Dean asked softly as he took off his shoes and ruffed up his hair. Making it messy again. Roman took off his shoes and threw them to the side.

He looked over at Dean who looked dejected. He immediately shook his head. "No I'm not." he walked over to stand at the foot of the bed. He motion for Dean to go stand in front of him and Dean did just that. He took a deep breath and looked deeply into Dean's baby blue eyes. "I...I was jealous." he admitted.

"Jealous? Of what?"

"That blonde girl." Roman rolled his eyes, making Dean smile in amusement. "She was making you laugh, touching you...it got me angry...not with you though."

Dean interlocked his fingers behind Roman's neck. "There's no reason for you to be jealous. I only have eyes for you."

Roman placed his hands on Dean's hips and pressed their bodies closer together. He studied Dean's face before leaning in and kissing him slowly. It didn't take long for their tongues to roll around and against each other. The intense kiss continued until breath was necessary. They pulled away panting.

"Dean...do you want me?" Roman asked as he panted softly.

Ambrose bit his lip and nodded. "I want you...so bad." he whispered.

Roman smiled and removed Dean's hands from his neck, bringing them to interlock with his own. Dean figured they would have their time together on the bed but Roman walked them over to the balcony doors. Dean started to freak out a little but then remembered that the balcony railings were closed off and this was the only balcony the hotel had. They were on the top floor so no one would be able to see them. The hotel was kind of isolated from others that were just as tall.

They stepped outside and Dean shivered at the cool air.

"Don't worry. I'm going to keep you warm." Roman grinned at him. "Stay right here."

Dean watched as Roman went in the hotel room for a minute then came back with multiple blankets and a pillow. He laid all the blankets out and placed the pillow where Dean's head would be resting. Once he was done, he turned his attention back to Dean. He walked up to him and pecked his lips. "Are you sure you want this? We don't have to if you don't want to. I don't want to pressure you into doing-"

Roman got cut off when Dean clashed their lips together in a slow kiss that was filled with passion. Their lips molded together, allowing kissing noises to develop when they pulled apart briefly. Roman felt Dean undoing the buttons of his suit before rolling it off of his shoulders. The suit jacket hit the floor along with the dress shirt and tie. It was pretty cold outside but Roman was too into it, that he barely noticed.

It was his turn to undress Dean. As they continued to kiss, he slowly and teasingly rolled the suit jacket off him and threw to the side. He undid his tie and discarded it as well. When Roman popped the first button on Dean's dress shirt, he broke the heated kiss and trailed his lips down Dean's neck, and down to his now exposed collarbone. After every button he popped open, he placed a kiss on the skin that was revealed. He straightened back up to look at Dean as they both panted from the hot kiss moments ago. Their eyes were deeply locked as he grabbed the openings of the dress shirt and fiercely took it off Dean's shoulder. The movement was so sharp, it made Dean whimper.

Dean shifted out of the sleeves and allowed the shirt to drop to the floor. His heart was beating so fast, he could hear it in his ears. He got on his knees and began to lick at Roman's abs. He heard the small moans escaping the bigger man's mouth. As he kissed him there, his hands went to the button on Roman's slacks. He easily undid it and pulled the zipper down.

"Dean...'' Roman tried to say something but instead let out a shaky breathe when Dean pulled his slacks all the way down, along with his briefs; he immediately stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. His cock sprang to life out in the cold air. He looked down to see Dean looking right up at him, with innocent eyes. "Go ahead.'' he whispered after realizing that Dean was waiting for him to give him the green light. He watched as Dean slowly wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke down and up. Roman moaned and threw his head back as he felt Dean wrap those luscious lips around the head that was already leaking precum. "Fuck baby." Roman looked back down and placed a hand on Dean's head, encouraging him to keep going. He watched the way his cock disappeared more and more into Dean's mouth as he moved his lips down and then back up. Roman was long and thick but it didn't seem to faze the dirty blonde.

Dean sucked and slurped up and down Roman's cock. He moaned as he felt the precum running down his throat. He took a brief break to swallow it proudly before going back to the task at hand. He got used to Roman's length rather quickly and started deep-throat him. He could hear the grunts coming Roman so he knew he was giving him the pleasure that he wanted. His jaw was a bit tired so he released the cock with a loud pop. He felt Roman slither his arms under his and pull him up onto his feet with ease.

Roman cupped Dean's face and kissed him sweetly. "That was amazing. Take these off...and I'll be right back." he tugged on his slacks and winked at Dean before walking back into the hotel room, naked and all; his hard cock dangling freely as he moved. Dean's eyes traveled down to his bare ass that swayed back and forth as he walked. Dean licked his lips before undoing his slacks and stepping out of them before doing the same with his briefs. He decided to lay down on the blankets and be ready for when Roman came back out.

When Roman stepped back into the room, he went for one of his suitcases and retrieved a small bottle of lube. He pulled the elastic out of his hair and allowed his long tresses to fall freely. When he came back out, he found Dean laying on the blankets, stroking his cock slowly. He smiled and went to kneel down in between Dean's legs. He placed the bottle of lube off to the side for now. He leaned forward, still smiling and kissed Dean passionately once again.

Dean abandoned his cock and wrapped his arms around Roman's neck, bringing him closer and into a deeper kiss. He moaned against his lips as their cocks made contact. The hard and throbbing lengths slid against each other as they continued to kiss. Roman's hands traveled down Dean's sides and he caressed his thighs and as much of his legs that he could reach. He reluctantly broke the kiss and traveled down to kiss along the center of Dean's chest, until he reached his cock. Roman immediately sucked the head into his mouth, earning a gasp from the man below him. He started to suck up and down, and swallowed the amounts of pre cum beading from the slit.

Dean's eyes were wide and his lips were parted. Roman was working his cock so good as he looked up at the night sky. The full moon was directly above them, shining bright. "Roman...'' he moaned as Roman sucked him faster. The faster he went, the closer Dean felt. "Please stop...I'm going to explode."

Roman released his cock immediately, not wanting him to cum just yet. He chuckled and went back to be at eye level with Dean. He pecked his lips then grabbed the bottle of lube. He coated a couple of his fingers before guiding them to Dean's entrance. They locked eyes as Roman teased one of his digits around the puckered hole. "Feel good baby?'' Dean moaned and nodded in response. He begged for more and Roman entered two digits into him, stretching him out further.

Dean began to move his hips, thrusting himself into Roman's fingers. It felt so fucking good; he couldn't imagine how it will feel when Roman's cock gets inside him. The thought made him moan louder and squirm in pleasure. Roman must have crooked his fingers because they brushed against his sweet bundle of nerves and he cursed in delight.

"Roman please...I need you now. I'm ready." Ambrose begged.

The Samoan took his word for it and pulled his fingers out. After all, he was just as anxious to get inside Dean's heat. He had clenched his fingers so good, he couldn't imagine how those walls would feel tight against his cock. He grabbed the lube again and coated his length. He leaned forward again and rested his forehead against Dean's. "You want me?'' he whispered against the other man's lips.

As soon as Dean replied with a yes, Roman pushed into him slowly; a shaky breath coming from the man above him. He studied his face, looking for any sign of discomfort. He knew it had probably been a while since Dean had sex and didn't want to hurt him. He found nothing but pleasurable expressions on that beautiful face though. He decided to ask anyways, just to make sure. "You okay?''

"Yes...move, please." Dean hooked his arms under Roman's and placed his hands to the back of his broad shoulders. Roman buried his neck into Dean's neck as he began to move in and out, slowly. Ambrose whimpered and lightly clawed at Roman's shoulders. His lips were fully parted and his eyes were shut completely as he breathed in and out. Roman's cock felt so good filling up his heat. He couldn't remember the last time sex felt this good to him.

"You...feel so good." Roman whispered against his neck before planting kisses there. His hair was all over the place, including Dean's face but there were no complaints. He continued to slowly and sensually move his hips, keeping his thrusts slow. "You're so perfect. I love every part of your body."

Dean arched his back as he felt Roman's hands roam all over his body. His cock was brushing against his abs and Roman's, making him even more hard. "Your cock feels amazing Rome." he exclaimed and raked his fingernails up and down Roman's back. "Fuck! So incredible." he felt Roman reach those bundles of nerves more and more. Dean suddenly used his strength to roll them over so he was now on top. The surprised look on Roman's face couldn't be missed. "Can...can I ride you?'' he asked shyly.

Roman smiled and pulled him down into a gentle kiss. "Go for it baby. Ride me." he placed his hands on Dean's chest and traveled them down to hold onto his hips. He groaned as Dean began to move.

Dean threw his head back and moved his hips in circles, before going up and down. Roman's cock was deep inside him and brushing against that sweet bundle fully now. He moaned into the cool air. His hands went to remove Roman's from his hips and interlaced their fingers tightly as he rode him. He moved faster and both their breathing became extremely rapid. They groaned and moaned deep as he went even fast, pure pleasure flooding through their bodies. In exhaustion, Dean slowed back down and fell forward against Roman's chest. They engaged in a sloppy kiss.

By the time Roman flipped back over so he was on top, they were both damp with sweat all over. Their foreheads, chests, torsos, thighs, all covered in sweat. Roman began to thrust inside again and started off slow, increasing the pace little by little; all while looking into Dean's dilated but beautiful eyes. "My gorgeous boy." he smiled and caressed Dean's cheek. His dirty blonde hair was stuck to his forehead because of the sweat; the same with Roman's hair. It didn't bother them though. It didn't get in the way of their lips coming together once again so it was okay. Roman increased the pace and their sweaty skin collided in a high pitched sound.

"Oh fuck Roman...baby." Dean felt himself getting closer. He knew he could get off without stroking himself so he reached for Roman's right butt cheek, squeezing it and begging him to go faster.

Roman got the hint and went faster, their breathing really short and ragged. "I'm close baby" he tapped his nose against Dean's so they could lock eyes again.

"Me too...oh god Roman! Oh!" Dean exclaimed and felt his throbbing cock released thick ropes of cum.

At the same time, Roman groaned as he came at the same time. "Dean!" Both their bodies shook as they released their cum and felt the intense pleasure rush through them both. They filled the air with their grunts, groans, and whimpers. It was the most intense and sensual moment of both their lives; their hearts hammering against their chests.

"Fuck!" Dean panted and they kissed lazily. "That was perfect Roman. That was just...the best I've ever had." he admitted and brushed Roman's hair off of his face.

Roman did the same and smiled warmly. "Same here. The best I've ever had too." He turned serious and cupped Dean's face. "Dean...I want you to be mine...only mine. I want you to be boyfriend. Please you, take care of you, and make you happy. Like a boyfriend is suppose to do."

Dean's eyes watered as he listened to Roman's words. "You already do that baby. So of course, I wanna be yours officially. I want you to be mine only. You're mine now"

Their heart tingled and their stomachs fluttered as they shared a sweet kiss.

Dean fell into a deep slumber after a while in Roman's arms. He used his strength to stand up and carry him to the bed. He closed the balcony doors and went to lay next to Dean, placing him in his arms again, under the covers. As he watched him sleep, his thoughts went back to that mysterious guy that had him suspicious. If his bad feeling was correct, he was ready. He would do anything to protect Dean...anything.

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Renee Young was exhausted so she left the gala almost right after Roman and Dean had left. She walked up the stairs to get to the door of her condo. She unlocked it and stepped inside. Her perfect eyebrows furrowed when she noticed the lights were on. She walked further inside and noticed her step-brother laid back on the couch, watching the television. She rolled her eyes in annoyance. Every time he visited, she regretted giving him a copy of the key to her place. Despite them being step-siblings, they loved each other as if they shared the same DNA. Renee would honestly do anything for him and in vice versa.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were in L.A."

"I was but decided to come here and visit the best sister in the world" he stood up and went to go give his sister a hug.

"Yeah right. You're up to something. I can tell." Renee sighed and headed for the kitchen. "Why are you wearing a suit anyways? Where did you go?"

"Ironically to the gala you went to. I left way before you did...as you can tell."

"You told me weeks ago you didn't wanna go. What changed your mind?'' Renee was actually curious.

Her step-brother smirked. "Various people..and you talked to one of them at the gala."

Renee looked at her brother with raised eyebrows. "Who?"

"Dean Ambrose."

"Is there something wrong with him? He sounds like a pretty nice guy. How do you know him?" Renee didn't miss the rush of fury in her brother's baby blue eyes.

"He's the ex-boyfriend I told you about. The one that stole my painting all those years ago. Remember? I told you it happened months before our parents got together."

Renee nodded as she remembered. They had lunch when their parents had recently gotten together..so they could get to know each other a little better. He had told her the story about the guy that stole his paintings and left him. That Ambrose kid was the one that stole her brother's paintings? He didn't seem like a bad guy... but yet again, some people did have multiple personalities. "You told me you wanted to get revenge once you found him."

"That's right." John Cena nodded. "And you're going to help me."

Dean Ambrose was having far more success than John would like him to have. He was going to make sure all that disappear. Even if he had to tell little white lies.

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**A/N: That John Cena is a liar! I know you guys are like 'WHAT? John Cena is the bad guy?!' but yup. I don't know if I described him the best I could in the last chapter but yeah..no one thought it would be him right? Please review! I know...this chapter was LONG!**

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	8. Chapter 8

**A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been a while since I've updated and I apologize. I got selected as a juror on a criminal case and I literally had no time to update. No worries though; my jury duty is over so updates will come faster from here on out. Thank you all for the support once again. It means a lot :)**

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Roman had been awake for roughly an hour and he used all that time to just watch Dean sleep. He looked so peaceful, innocent, and comfortable. His lips were slightly parted as he breathed steady. His hair was all over his head but like always, it looked good on him. Roman reached for Dean's left hand and brought it slowly up to his lips, placing a soft kiss to his wrist. He trailed his lips up his forearm, until he reached his shoulder. He placed and open-mouthed wet kiss and that caused the smaller man to stir a bit before settling down again. Roman smiled and gently placed his hand down. He eased back down on the bed and decided to get a few more hours of sleep in.

2 hours later...

Dean moaned softly and stirred as he became awake from his deep slumber. His eyes slowly fluttered open and immediately squinted as the sun shining through the balcony doors hit his face. He groaned and went to immediately bury his face in Roman's neck. He couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face as he remembered last night. It was so perfect and felt so right. Just the mere reminder of their love making out in the balcony, caused his stomach to flutter. He curled further into Roman's arms and placed a kiss to his neck. He still couldn't believe it. Roman Reigns was his. All his; that was his man. There was always some worry that Roman didn't want him in a serious way but all that was gone. Roman asked him to be his officially and he gladly accepted. He couldn't be happier.

Roman slowly opened his eyes and looked down to see Dean looking up at him through his eyelashes, his big blue eyes shining bright. "Morning baby." He kissed his forehead.

Dean closed his eyes briefly and smiled. "Morning."

"Did you sleep good?"

"Yeah...I was in your arms so of course."

Roman smiled. "Come here"

Dean scooted up more and his lips immediately parted so Roman could kiss him deeply. He moaned into the contact and swung his right leg over Roman's hips so he was straddling him. Their bare cocks brushed against each other and they moaned simultaneously.

Roman placed his hands on Dean's hips as the make out session became more heated under the bed covers. He caressed the warm flesh briefly before tracing his index finger down the seam of Dean's ass. He pressed it further in and brushed his finger against Dean's entrance. Reigns heard Dean groan as he slowly entered his digit inside him. Surprisingly, his walls were relaxed and not as tight.

When they broke the kiss, Dean slid up Roman's body more and grabbed his cock, guiding it to his entrance.

Roman instantly stopped him. "Wait, the lube. I don't want to hurt you."

Dean smiled down at his boyfriend, appreciating the concern. "I'll be fine." He pecked his lips and slowly sunk down on him. Both men groaned as Dean sunk all the way down on Roman's cock. There was some pain but it was quickly dissolving and turning into pleasure. Dean felt both of Roman's hands on his ass as he began to roll his hips forward and back. "You feel so good Rome."

Roman gripped Dean's ass tighter, pulling the cheeks a part as he continued to roll his hips up and down his dick. "You too baby...kiss me."

Dean leaned down and clashed his lips onto Roman's. The kiss was slow and hot; their tongues slowly rolling against each other. Ambrose broke the kiss, needing oxygen. He sat up straight again, then leaned back and rested his hands on Roman's knees; bouncing up and down on his length once he got comfortable.

Roman now had perfect view of his dick disappearing all the way inside Dean. At the same time, Dean's cock was dangling in different directions due to the his increased paced movements. "Oh god, I'm close Roman." Dean arched his head back and grasped his cock, stroking himself desperately.

"Fuck!" Roman began to buck his hips so they met Dean's. His balls began to tighten and he knew he was close as well. He sat up and began to kiss and suck on Dean's neck.

Dean wrapped his free hand around Roman's neck and kissed him again. They sucked on each other's lips and moaned deeply as they came. Dean felt the sensation of Roman's cock filling him; all while his own cum landed on their abs. A few drops landed on his fist and Roman was quick to lick it off. They smiled at each other as they panted, then shared a sweet kiss.

"I hope sex is always this good with you." Dean chuckled and caressed Roman's chiseled jaw.

Roman smiled warmly at him and kissed him lightly. "I doubt you'll be disappointed from here on out." He planted another quick kiss to his lips before gently lifting Dean and placing him on the bed, next to him.

"Still wanna check out the gallery?"

"Yes!" Dean answered excitedly.

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"Roman! Thank goodness you're here!"

"Randy, what's the matter?" Roman walked into his gallery holding hands with Dean. He could tell there was something wrong by the tone in Randy's voice.

"We have a problem with one of our clients. Perfect timing for you to be here." Randy was really panicked and didn't even notice that Roman was linked hands with Dean.

Roman sighed. "I'll be right there." He watched as Randy walked to the back room before turning his attention back to his boyfriend. "Sorry baby, I have to take care of this. Take a look around and I'll be right back, okay?"

"Mmkay." Dean smiled and pecked Roman's lips. He looked around the various walls, trying to decide where to start. This venue was slightly bigger than the ones in L.A. He began to wander around, observing the beautiful paintings and drawings.

"We meet again."

Dean turned around and saw Renee standing there with a big smile on her face. "Oh, hi."

"What are you doing?" Renee approached him.

Ambrose studied her carefully before answering. "Just looking around."

Renee nodded. John hand convinced her to show up there and get as much info as she could from him. How did John even know Dean would be there? The blonde preferred not to ask. John knew so many people and had many connections in the industry; it was impossible to keep up with him. John suspected that Dean had something going on with Roman and it was Renee's job to confirm it.

"So what brought you to this gallery? Just wanted to look around?" Renee was hoping Dean would elaborate.

"Yeah, my first time checking it out. It's my boyfriend's gallery so I was anxious to see it."

Renee smiled on the inside. "Roman Reigns is your boyfriend?"

"Yup." Dean grinned proudly.

"That's nice." Renee actually showed off her smile this time. "I take it he treats you well?"

"That's a bit of an understatement." Dean chuckled. He got butterflies just thinking about everything that Roman has done for him. He would forever be grateful.

"What do you mean by that?" Renee would continue to question him until he eventually spilled something that John could work with.

"Well I was homeless and he took me in. Offered his home to me and gave me a chance to show my art work off. He's going to open a new gallery just for my paintings and drawings."

It felt good to finally have someone to talk to. Dean needed to gush on the wonderful man that was now his boyfriend. He had a chance now and he took it. Renee seemed nice enough and looked willing to listen.

Renee thought it was a bit strange that Dean used to be homeless. He stole John's paintings so how did that land him homeless? She shrugged it off and focused more on the mention of a new gallery. That's the info John needed.

When Roman got everything fixed with the client, he walked out and smiled as he watched Dean carefully observing every little detail of the place. He walked up behind him and snaked his left arm around his waist. "So what do you think?"

Dean got startled a bit until he realized it was Roman. He leaned back into his body and smiled when he felt a soft kiss being planted to the back of his neck.

"It's awesome babe. The variety of styles is huge here. Really interesting."

"I'm glad you like it." Roman wrapped his other hand around him and brought him closer. He buried his face in Dean's neck, ready to inhale his sweet scent. He frowned and stepped back when he smelled women's perfume instead.

"Why do you smell like women's perfume?"

Dean chuckled and turned around to face his man. "The smell must have gotten onto my clothes when Renee hugged me goodbye."

Roman's jaw immediately tightened. "She was here? Why?"

"Just checking out the place." Dean shrugged. "We talked for a while and then she left."

"And she had to hug you goodbye." Roman mocked and looked away.

Dean smiled to himself. He looked cute when he was jealous. "You're jelly." He accused playfully and wrapped his arms around Roman's sternum.

"Am not." Roman pouted slightly as he continued to not look at Dean. Despite his playful tone, he was legitimately suspicious of Renee. The first time, not so much but he found it weird that she would cross paths with Dean again. Maybe he was over-exaggerating? Roman snapped out of his thoughts when he felt soft kisses on his neck.

"I told you, you have no reason to be jealous. I like you and only you."

Roman grinned at the statement. "Good. You're mine, and only mine." He said sternly and captured Dean's lips with his own.

Ambrose immediately melted into the kiss. He parted his lips fully and felt Roman's tongue slither inside. His body pressed tightly against the other man's when he grabbed his hips and pulled him closer.

"Get a room!"

The couple laughed when they turned to see Randy with a smirk on his face.

"Dean this is Randy. As you can tell, he runs this place. Like Phil does back in. L.A. Randy, this is Dean, my boyfriend." Roman loved the way Dean blushed at his declaration.

"Nice to meet you Dean. I love your work. You're pure talent."

"Thank you." Dean smiled as they shook hands.

"Now if you'll excuse us, we're going to take your advice and get a room." Roman laced his fingers with Dean's and guided them to the back room.

"Not on my desk! And clean after yourselves!" Randy yelled.

Dean laughed as Roman yanked him inside the room and closed the door; locking it immediately.

"Ya know...I thought you should know; I have really high sex drive." Roman slowly walked towards Dean and pinned him against one of the multiple desks in the room. He lifted Dean up by the thighs and placed him on the desk. His legs dangled off the edge.

"I think I can keep up." Dean replied with a serious face. He yanked his shirt off then reached for Roman's. The Samoan lifted his arms, allowing himself to be striped.

They kissed each other urgently; their tongues instantly rolling and pressing against each other. Small gasps escaped their mouths as they roamed each other's bodies as much they could.

Dean reached for the button on his jeans and immediately popped it open. He unzipped his fly and wiggled out of his jeans and briefs, kicking his shoes off as well. Roman was doing the same; meanwhile their lips stayed connected.

"Oh fuck." Dean whispered against Roman's lips as their cocks slid against each other. He reached for Roman's and began to stroke him. They stayed stroking each other as their kisses grew more deep.

A whimper came from Dean as Roman abandoned his aching cock. Roman knocked Dean's hand off his length then took both cocks in the large palm of his hand. He began to stroke them both at a fast pace.

Dean broke their heated kiss and moaned loudly at the stimulation of both their lengths being pressed together. He ran his hands up and down Roman's broad chest as they panted. Their eyes locked as they pressed their foreheads together. Deep groans came from both me as they came together.

"Damn it Roman." Dean pressed their lips together again as their cum continued to spurt out.

When they broke the kiss, Roman looked deeply into his boyfriend's eyes. Yeah, there was no way he will allow anyone to hurt this man. His man. He didn't deserve it and would certain prevent anyone from getting too close. He chewed on his bottom lip as he realized he would need to do research on Renee Young. He didn't trust her at all.

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John Cena had a smile on his face as he rubbed his chin slowly. "So they are fucking each other."

Renee nodded. She was in the kitchen making them dinner. "I wouldn't say it like that but yeah, they're together."

"And this new gallery...Roman is opening it in L.A.?"

"Yup." Renee stopped what she was doing and turned to her step-brother. "There's something he said though that really stuck with me."

"And what's that?"

"He mentioned the fact that he was homeless before and Roman took him in. Offered him his home and the gallery; everything really. If he stole your work and got lots of success from it, why would he be homeless?"

John shook his head. "It happened years ago. Maybe it all went south after a while. Don't you think he deserved it after what he did to me?" John watched on as Renee frowned to his question. "Forget it, I'm going to shower before dinner."

Despite Renee's suspicions, John got some good information. Every bit of it was helpful. The new gallery and that new relationship won't last happily for long. John thought to himself.


	9. Chapter 9

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"Breakfast was delicious babe." Dean said as he went to place his plate in the sink. Roman walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. It felt good to be back at home. They had arrived from New York a couple of days ago. New York was amazing but there was no place like home.

"Glad you liked it." he placed a kiss to the back of his head before letting him go. Roman walked back to the table and placed his laptop right in front of him. He had to finish up some last minute paperwork for the new gallery.

"I'm gonna go to the shed and paint, if that's okay." Dean loved to start off the day with getting his hands on some paintbrushes.

"Of course it's okay, knock yourself out. I'm going to be finishing up the paperwork for the new gallery. The faster I do that, the faster we get your paintings up on display."

Ambrose smiled appreciatively. He walked over to his boyfriend and pecked his lips. "Okay, and thank you...again. For everything. I owe you my life."

Reigns shook his head. "You don't owe me anything. You deserve all this."

Dean blushed and smiled, showing off his adorable dimples. He was left speechless so he just kissed Roman one more time before heading out to the back door.

As soon as Dean was out of the house, Roman's attention went directly to his laptop and immediately went to the google search engine. Okay, so he told a little white lie. He had already finished the paperwork for the gallery as soon as they got back from New York. Reigns didn't like lying to his boyfriend but he didn't want him to know what he was up to. He was sure Dean wouldn't like it.

Roman typed the name 'Renee Young' in the search engine. He was serious when he vowed to do research on the girl. There was something about her that Roman just didn't like. The fact that she randomly ran into Dean twice in New York was something Roman was not buying. Yesterday, Roman and Dean were walking around the park and Roman could have sworn he spotted the same blonde. He was beginning to think that she was stalking them. Or more so, stalking Dean. Roman admitted to himself that he was jealous and was probably just imagining the girl. What could he say? He wanted Dean all to himself. That wasn't the only reason he was looking up info on her though. Just overall, he got a bad vibe off of her. Everyone has a story and Roman was determined to find out what was hers.

Reigns clicked on the search button and the first thing that popped up was her official website. He clicked on it and saw that she sold her paintings online. She was good, Roman supposed. He read a lot of the positive comments that the public left on her page. The majority of the paintings were already sold but Roman noticed there were a lot more pages with more paintings. Based on the homepage of this website, Renee was pretty successful. Roman furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed a link at the very top of the homepage. The description said it was her step-brother's page. Apparently he was an artist too.

Roman decided that he wanted to know more back round info on Renee so he exited her official website and searched her name on wikipedia. A lot of info on her popped up. The name of her apparent step-brother caught Roman's eye and he clicked on his wikipedia page.

"Hmm, John Cena." Roman whispered to himself. The name sounded familiar. He probably put some of his artwork on display once but Roman couldn't be too sure. There was a picture of Cena and yeah, Roman was sure that he has seen him before. Where exactly? Roman couldn't but his finger on it. Reigns shrugged and read general info on Cena. It was mentioned that he was very successful years ago but went downhill shortly after that. He wasn't as big as he was before. The reason for his downfall was not mentioned. Maybe that's why I can't remember him properly. The Samoan thought. "Crap, I'm getting off topic here." Roman went back to reading more about Renee but found nothing unusual. She was just a young, beautiful, successful artist. She had quiet the resume. Although, Roman figured that if Renee was up to no good, he wouldn't find evidence of that on the internet. He guessed he just had to be careful with her and he would make sure to protect Dean at all costs.

"Hey Ro!"

Roman jumped as he heard Dean calling for him. He quickly closed the laptop and headed for the backyard. "What's up?"

"Come look at this painting I started. Tell me what you think." Dean grabbed Roman's hand and pulled him towards the shed. He was obviously excited to show his boyfriend what he was working on. They went inside the shed and a huge smile formed on Roman's face as his eyes landed on what Dean was working on.

His heart fluttered and his heart started to beat faster. He could already tell what he was painting. It was a visual of when they first met. Dean sitting in front of the tree and Roman standing beside him, looking down at him.

"I umm, figured this could be just for us to see. You know, for us to look at and remind ourselves of umm, how we met." Ambrose explained shyly.

"I love it Dean. I really do. Come here." the grey-eyed man crooked his finger. Dean immediately fell into Roman's embrace. Their connection seemed to be getting stronger and their feelings were developing. They honestly didn't think that was possible. They stayed in the embrace for a while, just holding each other and realizing how lucky they were to have each other. Roman smile once again after eyeing the painting one more time. That picture was certainly worth a thousand words.

The amount of time they stayed in the embrace was ridiculous but they were just taking each other in. They both felt it. They really did, and they weren't so hesitant to exchange the famous I love you's. The couple simultaneously pulled away from the hug and locked eyes. They could have said it but they were deeply lost in each other's eyes. Instead, they just leaned in and engaged in the most passionate kiss they had ever experienced. Roman cupped Dean's face with both hands and slowly slithered his thick tongue inside Dean's mouth.

Dean moaned as he felt the butterflies in his stomach. He's never felt that chemistry or spark with anyone before. He kissed back willfully and met Roman's tongue half way. Ambrose held onto Roman's waist tightly as he was being swept off his feet.

The only think stopping them right now, was the desperate need for oxygen. They pulled away from the kiss, smiling at each other. Roman sighed deeply and brought his hands down to interlock his fingers with Dean's. "Dean I want to ask you something. It's about Renee Young."

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. Why was Roman bringing up Renee now? "What is it?"

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"Forget it John. I'm not helping you out with this anymore." Renee shook her head as she collapsed on her bed. John was insisting she fly to L.A. with him so she could help him take Dean down.

"And why the hell not? You certainly didn't have a problem helping me out the out the other night at the gallery."

"Yeah but I've regretted it ever since. Dean was nice to me both times I've talked to him. I feel bad sabotaging what he's gained. He's just beginning to pull himself back up. Not to mention Roman who is helping him out a lot."

John glared at his sister. "And what about what he did to me? Huh? Should he not pay for that?!"

Renee sighed. She was honestly finding it hard to believe that Dean would do such a thing; she wasn't about to admit that to her brother though. There was a chance John could be lying to her. It wouldn't be the first time. Nope, Renee refused to believe that Ambrose would do such thing. He seemed like such a sweet guy. The blonde felt like there was more going on but she didn't trust her brother enough to ask. "I won't tell you again John. I'm not helping you out on this one. It feels wrong."

Cena grunted furiously. "Fine, whatever! I'm going to do this with or without you Renee. That little bastard doesn't deserve everything that is being handed to him. That should be me! I deserve it" John mumbled towards the end.

"What?" Renee's eyebrows raised. "Wait a minute, this isn't about revenge is it? You're jealous of Dean aren't you? You just want everything he's getting! Wow, how pathetic of you." Renee rolled her eyes.

"Shut up Renee! You know nothing. Just...ugh! I'm going to go pack. I'm leaving for L.A. in the morning. Thanks for nothing." Cena walked off very pissed off.

Jealousy, revenge. Whatever the hell you want to call it. Ambrose didn't deserve anything good in life. He vowed to knock down everything good he has gained and he was determined to make it happen. Dean Ambrose was not better than John Cena and that was going to be proven...one way or another.

An evil smile played on John's face as he began to pack. _Ambrose won't know what hit him._

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**A/N: What question will Roman ask Dean concerning Renee? Will he mention John being Renee's sister? What do you think Cena is planning for Dean and Roman? Should Renee stop her brother? REVIEW.**


	10. Chapter 10

"How much do you know about Renee Young?"

"Not much. All I know is that she's an artist too and sells her work online. Why do you ask?" Dean furrowed his eyebrows. He didn't know Renee at all and only seen her twice. Why was Roman questioning him about her? "Why do you ask? What does she have to do with anything? She's a stranger babe." Ambrose wrapped his arms around Roman's neck and interlocked his fingers.

Roman sighed again and was debating on whether he should tell him about his little investigating. He bit his lip and shook his head. "Forget I asked. Why don't you go back to the painting. I wanna see it finished." Roman stepped back from Dean, attempting to walk away but Dean pulled him back in.

"What's wrong Rome?"

"Nothing. Everything is fine."

Dean pouted. "You're lying to me. Why were you asking me about Renee?"

Roman went to sit on a nearby stool and pulled Dean to stand in between his parted legs. He rubbed Dean's sides as he spoke. "I just think it's weird that she ran into you twice in New York. Too much of a coincidence don't you think?"

"I didn't really think about that. She seemed nice though so who cares? We won't see her again anyways."

Roman thought back to what happened the day before at the park. Then again, he couldn't really confirm that it was Renee. Maybe he was just imagining things. He looked into Dean's eyes then looked at his lips. "We better not see her again. If we do, I'll let her know that you're mine and only mine." He pecked Dean's lips a couple times.

Dean chuckled and blushed. Roman was actually jealous. It made him feel giddy on the inside. He reached over to one of the paint containers on the table and dipped his index finger in it. He brought his finger to Roman's face and trailed the paint down the bridge of his nose. "Silly. You have nothing to be jealous of."

Roman gave him a goofy look and they both laughed. "Get over here." he grabbed at Dean's hips and pulled him closer. They kissed sweetly. "I'm going go for a jog. Wanna join me?"

Dean wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "I want to finish the painting. Once it's finished you can hang it up in your room."

"That's now your room too, you know."

Roman had a point there. Dean never slept in the room that Roman provided for him when he first allowed him to stay in his home. He slept with Roman in his bed every night now. "True."

Roman have him a small smile and stood up. "I'll be back in an hour. I'm going to go change."

"Alright. Don't meet anymore handsome homeless guys though." Ambrose said seriously.

Roman laughed loudly and shook his head. "I wouldn't even be looking their way baby. No one can intrigue me the way you did." Roman never failed to make Dean blush. He kissed him one more time before exiting the shed.

Dean sighed happily and stared at the closed door for a moment before turning his attention back to the special painting.

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"Why the hell did you even come here? I thought you said you weren't helping me." John said non too pleased as he walked to the hotel he was staying at

Renee trailed not too far behind him. "I'm not. I'm here to stop you from doing something stupid. Seems like I always have to do that when it comes to you."

"I'm afraid you won't succeed this time little sister."

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Why can't you just leave them alone? They haven't done anything to you. They are good people."

"Yeah right. Have I told you that I once went to Roman and asked him if there was a chance he could put my stuff on display and he turned me down? He turned me down!" John stopped walking and turned to face Renee. "He didn't even give me a good reason as to why he was turning me down. He just said no."

"So this is about Revenge after all? Revenge for Roman not displaying your work and jealousy because Dean is better than you." Renee's eyes widened as she realized the last part she said. She looked at John who had fury in his eyes.

"I'm going to do this Renee and you can't stop me. You might as well go back to New York!"

"No way. You really think I'm just gonna sit back and allow you to do this?"

Roman was in the middle of his jog when he abruptly stopped. He was sure that he was not imagining this time. Renee was standing a few feet away from him talking to some guy. He couldn't see his face because his back was to him. For some reason, Roman sensed that he's met the guy before. He tried to get a better look but just couldn't. It seemed like Renee was arguing with the guy.

The Samoan was definitely suspicious now. Why the hell was Renee in L.A.? Roman shrugged and figured only one person could answer that. He walked forward until he reached the blonde and the mysterious guy. "Renee Young. What are you doing here?" He asked in an irritated tone.

Renee's eyes went wide and John turned around to come face to face with Roman.

Roman squinted his eyes when he finally saw who the guy was. He remembered seeing his picture online. It was Renee's brother. For some reason, Roman felt like he knew this guy from somewhere else. "You're Renee's brother. I know you from somewhere else though."

John smirked. "You turned me down a couple of years ago. You flat out told me no when I asked if you could give me the chance to show my work in one of your galleries."

Roman felt bad until he remembered why he turned this guy down. "I received a lot of calls from other gallery owners. They warned me about you. They said you had a reputation of stealing artwork and passing it on as your own." Reigns turned his attention to Renee and glared. "You take after your brother?"

"No!" Renee yelled. She was offended that Roman would think such a thing.

Of course, Roman didn't believe her. "I don't give a shit anyways. Just do me a favor and stay away from Dean. Got it? I'm finding it really hard to believe that you being here, where Dean and I live is just a coincidence."

"Whose Dean?" John played dumb.

"None of your damn business." Roman turned back to Renee. "The point is, I know you are up to something so just stay away from him." Roman shot one last glare at Renee before jogging away.

"He obviously doesn't like you very much." John chuckled and that just made Renee even angrier. "Now, have you changed your mind about helping me?"

Renee just crossed her arms and sighed.

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Dean was in the living room watching television when Roman got home. Dean jumped up from the couch and was about to grab the finished painting to show it to Roman. He stopped though when he saw the look on Roman's face. "Babe what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm going to shower." Roman was steaming mad and didn't want to take it out on Dean.

"Don't say nothing. You're clearly upset so tell me why." Dean cupped Roman's face and made him look him in the eye.

"Dean, please just let it go okay." Roman stepped away. Dean was about to say something but Roman's cellphone rang. "Hello?" Roman answered sharply. Ambrose jumped when Roman suddenly growled. "I'll be right there." Reigns hung up and threw his cellphone on the couch. "That was Punk. I have to head over to the gallery."

"Whatever." Dean looked down at the ground. "I hope that when you come back, you'll stop being an ass and tell me what the hell is wrong with you." Ambrose grabbed his car keys and exited the house, slamming the door shut along the way. He was obviously hurt that his boyfriend wouldn't open up to him and tell him what was wrong. He got in his truck and started driving. He didn't know where he was headed.

After a couple of minutes, Dean ended up at a small cafe located at the corner of the street he was currently on. He went inside and order a coffee. He sat down and began to think about Roman. What the hell was his deal? Why was he acting this way towards him? He did nothing wrong. Truth be told, Roman had been acting weird all day. First when he was asking about Renee and now this. Whatever _this _was. Out of habit, Dean began to tap his fingers on his collarbone.

"Thinking long and hard I see."

Ambrose immediately froze. He knew that voice anywhere. He turned in his seat to face, for the first time in years, his ex-boyfriend. John Cena.

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	11. Chapter 11

Dean swallowed hard as his eyes followed John walking towards him and sitting across from him at the table. How dare that asshole sit there and smile at him like everything was fine. This was the first time Dean had seen him since he went home that one time and found his apartment empty. His paintings missing and everything.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" John leaned back in his chair and smiled.

"What the fuck do you want? How did you know I was here?" Dean narrowed his eyes at him.

"Doesn't really matter. The point is, I'm here, you're here."

"Leave me alone." Dean was about to stand up but John grabbed his hand, stopping him. A chill ran down Dean's spine, and he wasn't sure if it was in a good way or bad way. He sat back down and looked down at John's hand on top of his. Why wasn't he pulling away? He didn't know.

"Are you alright?" John sounded like he actually cared.

Dean finally snapped out of it and pulled his hand back. "What do you want John?"

"I wanted to see how you were doing"

"Oh, you mean you wanted to see how I was after you bailed on me and stole all my work. I bet you wanted to see me miserable and suffering right? Well I'm not. I pulled myself together."

John nodded. "I see, and when was this? How long did it take you to pull yourself back up?" Dean just shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Because from what I've been seeing, it just happened. And you didn't even do anything. That Roman Reigns guy has been giving you everything on a silver platter.''

Dean's eyes went wide. "You've been watching me this whole time? What are you...stalking me?"

"More like, keeping an eye on you."

"What does that mean?"

"You really think he cares about you? I know how his business works, Dean. All he cares about it making money."

"Oh you mean like you?" Ambrose rolled his eyes. "Roman isn't like that okay? He likes me. Unlike you whose probably only talking to me because you need more artwork to steal!"

John just gave him a sly smile, pretty much confirming his accusations.

Ambrose glared and stood up. "Just stay away from me alright?"

"I make no promises" Cena mumbled as he watched Dean walk away. "And remember, you use to think I liked you also. Look how that turned out.'' he yelled out to him. Getting into his head was easier than he thought. The process to his endgame was improving.

Dean got into his truck and groaned, slamming his hand on the steering wheel. John was getting into his head again and he hated it. He promised himself that he wouldn't allow that to happen if he ever saw him again. "Mother fucker!" he mumbled as he started up the truck. He's seen the guy for a couple of minutes and he already managed to upset him. Why did he allow himself to be so easy?

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Once Dean arrived home, he went straight to the shed. He needed to clear his head and that was the only place to do it. Roman's car wasn't in the driveway so he was obviously still at the gallery. Dean grabbed the painting of Roman and himself and placed it on the display stand. He still needed to complete a few finishing touches to it. As he did so, he began to think up a storm. Why was John shoving his way back into his life again? Why now? He had been watching him and Roman for who knows how long and he makes his presence known now? Why? Ambrose couldn't come up with a logical explanation.

Dean was actually afraid that John wouldn't leave him alone. Even worse, he was terrified that John would do something to jeopardize his relationship with Roman, or his new found success for his artwork. What if he did something to Roman? Dean knew John well enough to know that he was capable of such thing. Ambrose started to panic a little. He needed to find a way to keep John away from Roman and himself. What could he do though? His blue eyes scanned the entire shed until they landed on the art rack that contained all his paintings. He walked over and bit his lip as he stood over it.

That was it. The next time John tried to communicate with him, he will be ready to get rid of him once and for all. This was the only way.

Hours later, Roman arrived home and it was already dark out. He was relieved to see Dean's truck parked in the driveway. He would have been concerned if he was out driveway that late; especially with the way he had left the house earlier in the day. He wasn't trying to act like an ass towards Dean but damn it, Renee and John had gotten him so upset. He knew he owed Dean a huge apology. He walked up the stairs and entered his bedroom. He was actually surprised that Dean wasn't in there already sleeping. He walked over to the guest room he had offered Dean when he first stayed there and it was empty as well. "Of course" Roman mumbled to himself. He didn't know why he hadn't checked the shed in the first place.

As he opened the patio doors, he saw the lights on in the shed and was happy to know that Dean was in there. The door was slightly ajar so he just pushed it opened softly. He entered and saw Dean sitting on a stool. It looked like he was still finishing up the painting he did of them. A small smile formed on his face as he walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Dean jumped a little at the sudden contact but immediately relaxed when he realized it was Roman. He said nothing though.

Roman sighed. "Dean? I'm sorry for how I acted earlier. I was wrong."

"You were really angry about something...and you took it out on me" Dean replied softly without looking up at his boyfriend.

"And I apologize. I shouldn't have done that.'' he got no response. "Hey, look at me" he brought one of his hands up to cup his chin and he tilted his head up. Their eyes locked immediately. "I won't do that again okay? I'm sorry."

"You really mean that?" Dean moved his head away from Roman's grasp.

Roman frowned. He hadn't realized how much he really upset Dean. "Hey," he swung Dean's legs around so that he was facing him completely. "Of course I mean it baby. Have I ever lied to you since the day we met?'' Ambrose shook his head. "Come here" he wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. He was relieved when Dean immediately hugged him back. "Come, let's go to bed."

They closed up the shed and headed into the house. When they entered the bedroom, Roman headed for the restroom and Dean went straight to the bed. By the time Roman came out of the bathroom, he was hoping to talk with Dean a little longer to figure out why he was acting strange. Every question in his mind washed away though when he saw Dean laying in the bed, naked under the covers. Dean crooked his finger at him and he immediately got on the bed.

Dean wasted no time and pulled Roman on top of him, in between his legs. "Fuck me?"

Roman shook his head and placed a kiss to Dean's neck. "I don't fuck, Dean. Not with you at least." he mumbled as his lips traveled down to his chest. He teased his nipples lightly, making Dean moan in appreciation. Quickly, he stood up on his knees and discarded all of his clothes; their bare cocks touching, creating incredible friction. Dean grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down, kissing him hard. Roman happily kissed him back as he reached over for the bottle of lube. When he grabbed it, he noticed that it was already opened. He broke the kiss and looked at Dean. "Did you prep yourself?"

Dean just nodded. He took the bottle out of Roman's hand and squirted some on the palm of his own hand. He stroked Roman's length, coating it real good, then guided it to his entrance. Roman leaned forward and claimed Dean's lips as he pushed in. They both moaned as Roman went in deeper and deeper. He pulled out almost completely before pushing back in very slowly.

"Fuck Roman..." Dean broke the kiss and rested his head against the pillows. It felt so good, being filled up by Roman. He locked eyes with him as he continued to move in and out of him. No, Roman would never hurt him. Would never lie to him. He was the complete opposite of John. Ambrose quickly pushed John out of his mind and whispered to Roman, "Kiss me"

And Reigns did just that. The lip lock got deep as his movements started to increase a bit. Dean's cock was easily sliding in between their torsos; precum smearing all over them. "You feel so good Dean" Roman whispered in his ear. "You're so beautiful. And you're all mine" his tongue darted out to trace the outline of his ear; nipping his earlobe along the way. "You trust me right?" Dean immediately nodded. Reigns grabbed both of Dean's hands, interlocked their fingers together, and pinned their conjoined hands above Dean's head.

The Samoan lifted his head and locked eyes with Deans. His eyes were wide and full of lust. "Fuck..." he trailed off and kissed Dean passionately; their tongues teasing each other. They were both close. Their moans becoming more ragged. Both men shook to their core as they came. Roman filling up Dean nicely and Dean coating their naked torsos with his warm cum.

Roman let go of Dean's hands and broke the kiss. Dean watched on as Roman darted his tongue out and licked up the cum on his stomach. It was the hottest thing Dean had ever seen. Roman brought his lips up to his once again and plunged his tongue into his mouth; immediately allowing him to taste himself.

Roman broke the hot kiss and looked into Dean's eyes. "Dean?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Ambrose could feel his eyes water. His heart was beating fast. Yeah, he was definitely the opposite of John. "I love you too. So much."

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The next morning, Dean made sure to wake up extra early. He was extra careful not to wake up Roman as he showered and left the house. Briefly, he headed to the shed and grabbed a couple things. He left and decided to walk around the streets, in hopes of running into John again. He had to take care of him quick. Roman and himself had confessed their love for each other last night and now he needed to do everything he could so John wouldn't ruin it. After getting tired of walking, Dean decided to sit on a bench at the park. He waited, knowing that John would show up soon.

"Too early to be at the park, don't you think?"

Dean turned around and his eyes locked with John's. He stood up and approached the man. "I'm going to make this quick. You leave me and Roman alone."

"Why should I?" John folded his arms and looked at him with curiosity.

"Because if you promise that you will, I'll give you this." Dean held up a big portfolio. "A lot of my recent work is in here. I'll give it to you IF you promise to leave us alone. Claim it as yours, I don't care what you do with it. Just leave us alone."

John eyed him suspiciously. "You're seriously giving me those?"

"This is what you want at the end of the day right? I'm just saving you the energy. What do you say?"

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	12. Chapter 12

Roman got woken up by the bright sun shining through the window of his bedroom. His eyes slowly opened and the first thing he noticed was that the space next to him was empty. He frowned, hoping he would wake up with Dean next to him. After the previous night they had, he wanted Dean next to him at all times, if possible. He loved him and Dean loved him back. A big smile formed on his face. Dean made him feel things he's never felt before. There was passion, chemistry, fire, and trust. Everything he didn't quite experience with any of his previous partners.

A big sigh escaped him. He should probably tell Dean that Renee and her bad brother are lurking around, possibly planning something against them. He just needed to find the right time to tell him. On top of that, he needed to confirm his suspicions. Roman rolled off the bed and found some clean briefs to put on. After brushing his teeth, the rich smell of pancakes and bacon led him to the kitchen. He folded his arms and smiled as he watched Dean stand in front of the stove, making breakfast.

Dean turned off the stove, turned around and gasped when he spotted Roman standing there looking at him. He looked do godly right now. His hair was loose and he was only wearing a pair of briefs. "Oh...umm, good morning." he sounded flustered all of a sudden. His cheeks flushed when Roman started chuckling.

Roman walked over to him and pecked his lips. "Good morning. Breakfast smells good"

Dean smiled. "I'll make you a plate. Sit" he pointed to the table. When he was finished he placed the plate in front of Roman. Before giving him a chance to dig in, he grabbed Roman's face and tilted his head up to look at him. "I love you, you know that right?" Roman immediately nodded. "And there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. For us."

"I love you too Dean. I would do the same. Believe that." Roman placed his hands on top of Dean's.

Ambrose smiled. "I do." he kissed him quickly before heading back into the kitchen. He sighed, realizing that what he did was worth it. It was the right thing to do. He was glad that John had accepted his offer and promised to stay away. If those paintings ever landed in front of Roman, and John was taking credit, Roman wouldn't know they were actually his paintings. Dean hadn't showed those to Roman yet. Roman would never noticed, would he?

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"What is that?" Renee pointed to the portfolio that John was carrying as he entered the hotel suite.

"Nothing.''

"I don't believe you. What are you up to now?"

John stopped and looked at Renee. "Trust me, I'm not up to nothing. Everything is great."

Renee looked at him suspiciously but let it go. "So what's your next move on Dean and Roman?"

John smirked and looked at the portfolio in his hands. "I have none." Truth is, he did but he didn't need his sister for this one.

"Seriously?" Renee was shocked, and a bit disappointed. She had thought that Roman was a good guy for Dean but she was wrong. He had been a complete ass to her for no reason and that didn't sit well with her. There was some hope in her that John would destroy Roman. She had no intention of stopping her brother but now? He was backing off? Why? "Did something suddenly change? Why are you acting so weird?"

"Don't worry about it little sister." John walked away. Renee groaned. She didn't know what was going on but the fact that John was letting it all go pissed her off. _Since my bro won't do anything about this, looks like I'll have to. _Renee thought to herself.

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"I looks great babe. I love it." Roman kissed Dean's temple as they both stared at the painting hanging above their wall. Dean had finally finished the special piece, made for them only.

Dean smiled, feeling proud of himself. "Can we go to the gallery now?"

"Sure. You're gonna love how it's turning out." Roman nodded. The venue he had been preparing just for Dean was getting started on and Seth had made sure they promised to finish the job quick. Roman didn't want Dean to have to wait.

They arrived there minutes later and Roman was happy to see the construction inside was already being started by the workers. "Just imagine when this place is done babe," Roman grabbed Dean's hand and laced their fingers as they entered the building. "The walls filled with your paintings, and hundreds of people walking around, wanting to buy."

Dean bit his bottom lip. "I don't know about hundreds of people, but I do hope a lot of people come."

"Are you kidding? The place is going to be packed!"

"I hope so."

"Hey, don't go doubting yourself now. You know better than that."

Dean turned to face him and smiled. "Thank you. For everything...for this" he gestured to the open space of the venue. "No one has ever had any faith in me like you do.'' Roman just cupped his face with both hands and kissed him sweetly. Dean loved his boyfriend's way of saying you're welcome.

A couple of hours later, Roman received a call from Punk, asking him to come in because there was a potentially new client that wanted to speak to him directly. Dean whined that he didn't want to go so he just dropped him off at the house. As he stepped into his office, he almost couldn't believe who was sitting there, waiting for him.

"What the hell do you want?"

John smiled and dropped the portfolio on Roman's desk. "After seeing this and hearing what I have to say, I doubt you'll reject me again."

Roman sighed and sat on his chair. He eyed John suspiciously as he grabbed the portfolio. Why was he giving this asshole the time of day? He didn't know. There was a 99.9% chance that the paintings were stolen. He opened it up and took them out. Immediately, an eyebrow rose.

John smirked. Dean had told him that Roman never saw those paintings he gave him so he took the chance and risked it all. Despite that, if Roman still turned him down, he had and ultimatum waiting for him.

Roman inspected the paintings carefully. They were really good but there was something familiar about them. His eyes widened immediately. "You stole these! From my boyfriend! You son of a bitch!" Roman stood up.

John stood up as well and gestured a warning with his hand. Roman was smarted than he thought. In his mind though, he still had the upper hand.

"You asshole! You followed me home didn't you! You broke into my house; my shed and stole these! Did you really think I wouldn't notice?!"

"Dean told me you've never seen them." he shrugged.

Roman was about to say something but stopped and digested what John just told him. "When the hell did you talk to my boyfriend?" he was so confused right now.

"Oh? He didn't tell you?" John wasn't surprised that Dean didn't tell Roman about him. He didn't like explaining himself but he would make an exception this one time. "Dean and I dated years ago. Back then, I stole all his shit and basically left him on the street."

"THAT WAS YOU? YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Roman was about to charge forward and attack him but John's next words stopped him.

"Dean gave me those paintings and basically gave me permission to pass them off as mine."

Roman was breathing hard; he was that pissed off. He didn't understand a thing. "Dean would never do that!"

"Oh but he did. He did it for you, Roman. He offered me a deal and I took it."

"What deal?!"

"He told me he would give me these paintings if I promised to stay away from the both of you and not ruin your lives." John grinned.

Roman suddenly had a flashback to breakfast that morning. When Dean told him he would do anything for him, and for them. He starting to piece it all together. Why would Dean give up his paintings though? That asshole didn't deserve shit. "Dean wasn't thinking clearly when he did this. And you must think I'm pretty fucking stupid if you expect me to put these up on my gallery, with your name on them."

John chuckled. "Oh Roman. This is real simple; either you put these up under my name, or I make your life with Dean a living hell. Ask him just what I'm capable of."

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Dean was in the kitchen, looking inside the refrigerator trying to decide what to make Roman for dinner. He wasn't really good at the cooking thing but for Roman, he was willing to try his hardest. His ears prickled when he heard the front door open. He smiled and walked happily towards the door, wanting to greet his boyfriend with a big kiss. His eyes widened when he saw Roman and John standing side by side; Roman holding the paintings he had given John. Oh crap. He gulped and realized how pissed Roman looked. He gasped a little when Roman approached him, grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the kitchen.

"What the hell were you thinking Dean?!" Roman growled

Dean bit his lip and hung his head. "I'm guessing he told you everything." he sighed. " I didn't think he would go to you. And I was hoping you wouldn't notice they were mine."

"How could you think I wouldn't? I do pay attention to everything, you know." Reigns said roughly. "There's no way that I'm going to but YOUR paintings up and put his name under them. No way."

Dean looked back up immediately. "Ro, you have to! It's the only way he'll leave us alone! You have to do it."

"No I don't!" Roman yelled back.

Dean's bottom lip trembled. He was about to cry, despite trying to fight it. "You don't know what he's capable of Roman! He'll ruin our lives!''

"He's right, ya know" John had entered the kitchen when he heard the yelling.

"Shut the fuck up!" Roman glared at him.

"Rome," Dean said more calmly. "Just trust me, okay? Do it" he hugged him and whispered in his ear.

"But-" Roman was going to protest but Dean cut him off.

"Trust me, Roman. It'll be worth it in the end. You trust me, right?" Roman nodded. "Okay, then. Just do it."

"I don't like this, Dean"

"I know but I promise, it'll be worth it."

Roman wasn't sure what Dean meant exactly but he gave in. If this was the only way that John would stay away and do no harm to them. He pulled away from the hug and turned to John. "Fine, you win." he glared. John grinned. "Wait a minute..." Roman approached John. "Did Renee put this idea in your head? She did, didn't she?" he was getting worked up all over again. John just shook his head.

Dean frowned. "Renee? How do you know Renee? What does she have to do with this?"

"She's my step-sister" Cena replied. "Don't worry though. For some reason, she has sympathy for you and isn't out to get you. She has such a good heart, unlike me" he chuckled. He pulled out a paper from his back pocket. "This is my number. Call me when you decide when you're going to put MY artwork up. I'll show myself out." Before he exited the kitchen though, Roman balled up his fist and punched him right on the jaw.

"Now you can show yourself out!" Roman growled. John just flashed a smug smile and left as he held onto his hurting jaw.

"Did you know Renee and John knew each other?" Roman nodded and Dean narrowed his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't even know John was your ex! Which by the way, thanks for telling me that you ran into him and had a nice chat" Roman slammed the paintings in his hands on the counter. Dean winced at his tone but he didn't notice it. "I hate this Dean. I'm not putting these up in my gallery."

"We made a deal with him Rome. You have to"

"I'll do him one better. There's an auction event coming up. The highest paying clients come in and bid on whatever pieces are submitted. Everyone from the higher-ups attend those events. There's no way I'm putting these in my galleries so that is the next option. It's better for him, in a way actually. A lot of artists get a lot of recognition."

"How does that work exactly?" Dean asked curiously.

"It's different than your normal auction. Instead of having the paintings there to see in person, the organization uses flat screens to show the bidders what's available. The council thinks it's better that way so no incidents happen.'' Dean just nodded. "I guess I'll go and submit these. I'll tell you though, it won't be fun to stand there and see John get all the money that should belong to you in the first place. I can't believe you made me agree to this offer."

Ambrose pouted and approached the bigger man. "Please don't be mad at me. I just want us to be happy. No amount of money can make me happier than you. If that means I give John all my work, so be it. You're the most important thing, person, in my life. I love you."

Roman's heart was racing. "I love you too," he pecked his lips. "But I still hate this" And with that, Roman left the kitchen.

Dean sighed. Roman was angry now but it'll pass. _I hope I'm not too late to fix this. _Dean thought to himself.

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**A/N: What do you guys think Dean is up to?**

**Looks like Renee had a change of heart. Your thoughts?**


	13. Chapter 13

"You're hiding something from me." Roman pouted as he laid out on the bed, watching some football game on TV. Dean was sitting up, playing around with the tablet Roman let him borrow.

"Everything is fine, babe" Dean bit his bottom lip. He was really concentrated on whatever he was looking at on the tablet.

Roman sighed. He didn't believe Dean but he guessed he would let it go for now. He had a lot of questions but didn't feel like talking much at the moment. "If you say so. I'm going to make us some lunch." Roman got up and threw the remote on the bed before leaving the bedroom.

"C'mon" Dean groaned and shook the tablet, hoping that it would make it go faster. A smile spread across his face when he saw what he wanted. He was satisfied now so he closed up the tablet and headed for the kitchen. He approached Roman from behind and wrapped his arms around his waist. "I love you, Rome."

"Love you too." the Samoan replied as he continued to fix them up a couple of sandwiches.

Dean knew that the whole situation with John was still bothering Roman but he wasn't too worried. Everything was going to be fixed soon. He just hoped that Roman wasn't more upset with him afterwards. "Are you okay?" he sighed when he only got a nod as a response.

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"Wow. Where are you going dressed like that?" John raised an eyebrow at his sister. No way was she leaving the house looking like that. He might not be the brightest color in the rainbow but he was still protective over his sister.

"Don't worry about it bro. I'm just trying it on for now." Renee smiled as she looked in the mirror in the hallway. "I'm saving it...for a special occasion.''

"And what special occasion might that be?"

"You'll see" Renee took one last look before heading back to her room.

John didn't think too much of her statement and just shrugged it off. He was in too good of a mood. He had Dean and Roman right where he wanted them. They were so weak. Roman had informed him that he was showing off the paintings at the biggest auction in the art industry. It was perfect. High paying clients and the best gallery owners attended that event. His career was sure to pick up again. Not to mention, his reputation would get back to how he wanted it.

**_1 Month Later..._**

"I really hate this suit." Dean groaned as he looked in the mirror.

Roman chuckled. "You hate suits period, babe."

"Does that mean I don't have to wear it?" there was a drop of hope in his tone.

"No, you have to wear it. This is a big event. Although, it's going to be the worst having to see John-" the Samoan got interrupted by Dean placing an index finger to his lips.

"Can you stop with that already?"

Roman looked at Dean with squinted eyes. "Why are you taking this so lightly? You sound like you don't even care that he's taking credit for all your work. Ridiculous, I don't get you." he said in a rough tone before exiting the bedroom. Dean just sighed and followed his boyfriend out the door.

The venue where the auction was taking place was already packed by the time Dean and Roman got there. Roman was immediately greeted by some of the most high-paying buyers. Ambrose stood back and watched as Roman had conversation with everyone, it seemed. After a while, he decided to just walk around, trying to spot his paintings along the way on one of the big screens.

"You look good."

Dean didn't even need to turn around to see who it was. It was John. "What do you want John? Haven't you taken enough from me?"

"Actually, I thought I would be nice for once and thank you for making this happen."

Ambrose shook his head and turned to face his ex. "I'm disappointed in you John. When we were together, I thought you had all the talent in the world. You had a lot of confidence in yourself. What happened?"

"You happened. You're right, I did believe I was really good, that was until I saw what you could do. I knew there was no way I could reach your level of talent. You surpassed me like the speed of light." John shrugged as he spoke softly.

Dean bit his lip. This was the first time that John explained to him what made him a seething, jealous man. "It was never my intention to knock you down."

"Sure it wasn't" Cena rolled his eyes. "But whatever, everything is good now. My career will pick up once again, after tonight." the man grinned and walked away. The smaller man just sighed and continued to look on.

The event had gone underway and a lot of paintings had been auctioned off for a lot of money. A lot of the gallery owners were impressed, but not impressed enough. Apparently, they had save the best for last; which was John. Dean's paintings popped up on every screen in the venue and the immediate ohs and ahs started by everyone there. Dean smiled to himself. He was proud. He looked around and his eyes landed on Roman. The bigger man was giving him that confused look again.

The auction started off at $5,000 dollars. It only went up after that. Every single buyer was bidding the highest amount they could. John stood there proudly and took in all the glory. The final piece, which was pencil drawn, was finally up for grabs. Everyone's jaw dropped when they heard the final bid. $50,000.

"Holy shit." Dean mumbled to himself. He looked over at Roman who was glaring at John accepting the handshakes and loud claps.

Suddenly, the front door to the venue opened and a trio of men walked in, wearing suits and one of the men had a folder in his hands. They walked through the crowd until they got to the center of it. They stood in front of John and the man that bought the piece.

"Excuse us!" One of the men exclaimed and all the noise died down. "Excuse us, we are looking for Dean Ambrose." he announced and everyone furrowed their eyebrows, including Roman. What was going on?

"That's me!" Dean raised his hand and stepped forward to stand in the center as well.

"Well, it looks like we have a case of forgery here." one of the men said with a tone of authority.

"What are you talking about?" John asked confused.

"We have proof that all these paintings," the man pointed to the screens. "Belong to this man, Dean Ambrose, and not you. You stole these paintings and is showing them off as yours." the people in the room immediately started buzzing. Before John could protest, one of the other men, pulled out a paper from the folder he was holding.

"Here we have the Copyright Registration Certificate for all these paintings. As you can see," the man showed off the certificate to everyone, ''Dean Ambrose's name is on it. These paintings are his and you forged them."

"Not true!" John denied. He started panicking as he saw everyone look at him with disgusted looks on their faces. "It's a lie! All a lie!"

"No it's not." Another man stepped forward and it happened to be a buyer. Specifically the first one to buy one of Dean's paintings, Alberto Del Rio. "I bought a painting off of Dean here and the styles are ridiculously the same. I knew there was something familiar about them. You _are _a forger." he exclaimed.

Now, although, forging paintings wasn't illegal, it was still incredibly wrong and as far as everyone in that room was concerned, John Cena was a fraud. His career was totally in the ruins. And he could never get it back normal. The best gallery owners, and buyers witnessed everything and John would never be able to sell a single painting ever again. This was enough to bury him into the ground for a long time. Dean was aware of all of this, which is why he was working hard the past few days to get that copyright certificate. He came into this with the plan all along and it had worked.

"Security, get this fraud out of here! Now." the venue owner ordered.

"You set me up you son of a bitch!" John yelled as he was getting dragged out of the building. His eyes were burning with fury. "I hate you! I hate you!" was the last he said before he was thrown out of the building, and the doors were slammed shut in his face.

The buyer that had bought the pencil piece went up to Dean and let him know that he still wanted the special piece. "What do you say? $50,000"

"Absolutely! It's yours!" Dean said excitedly. They shook hands and sealed the deal. Dean turned around and his eyes locked with Roman's.

The Samoan approached him and grabbed his hand before pulling him into a nearby office. Roman closed the door and stared at Dean with an unreadable face. Oh god, was he mad because Dean didn't tell him about his plan? He hadn't planned on telling him because he wanted everything to seem real. Including Roman's protests. A small smile formed on Roman's face and Dean looked at him confused. "Who knew my boyfriend was such a genius." Roman went up to him and planted a passionate kiss to Dean's lips. "So that's what you were up to these last few days huh?"

Ambrose nodded. "So wait, you're not mad I didn't tell you about the plan?"

"Nah," Roman nodded. "I guess I would have ruined the credibility if I knew and didn't seem pissed off about the whole thing. Now, it all just makes sense. Why you were so calm about everything. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I was just confused. It seemed like you were letting John walk all over you."

"Hey, it's okay," Dean wrapped his arms around Roman's waist. "I don't blame you at all. John is an asshole who we don't have to worry about anymore."

"Are you sure about that? What if he wants revenge?"

"No way he'll go through with it. His ego is so deflated and he's buried. No way he shows his face again. Trust me, I know him."

Roman smiled in approval and kissed his boyfriend once again. "I love you, silly."

"Hey, I'm not silly! And, I love you too." a sudden yawn escaped Dean's mouth. "I'm tired. Can we go home now?" Roman nodded. They held hands as they opened the door and stepped outside. Once they did, they could see a lot on buyers waiting on them; doubt wanting to buy some Dean Ambrose artwork. "Why don't you head home since you're tired. I'll handle this and give them our info."

"You sure? How are you getting home?''

''I'm sure Phil and Seth are still around here somewhere. They'll give me a ride.'' Dean agreed and kissed him before leaving the building. Everything had gone perfect. He got John off his back and he made sure he would never mess with them again. Roman wasn't mad at him and he made over $50,000 in one night. He was proud of himself and he knew Roman was too. After all, this was still happening because of Roman.

Once Dean got to the house, he immediately stripped out of the annoying suit and put on some shorts and one of Roman's t-shirts. He loved wearing them because they smelled just like him. He was now on his way to the kitchen for a snack when the doorbell suddenly rang. Dean furrowed his eyebrows. It was obviously not Roman and it was kind of late for visitors. He opened the door and his confusion just grew.

"Hi there Dean" Renee said in a tone of voice that Dean has never heard before. She was wearing a dress that fit her body ridiculously well.

"What do you want?" Dean asked coldly.

"You." Renee smiled and made her way inside the house.

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**A/N: I apologize if some of you didn't understand why Dean was letting John have his way in the previous two chapters. I hope after this chapter, it's all cleared up. John is gone but now...it's Renee's turn. Your thoughts?**

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	14. Chapter 14

"You need to leave. If Rome sees you here, he'll throw your ass out. With good reason too." Dean left the front door open and folded his arms. He thought he could trust Renee but that certainly was not the case. She was John's sister. She couldn't be trusted.

Renee pouted. "I haven't done anything to you guys. Why does he hate me?"

"You're John's sister. Trust me, that's enough." Dean glanced outside nervously. He hoped that he could get rid of Renee before Roman would arrive. "You really need to leave."

Renee just ignored him and went over to the door, closing it shut.

"Seriously Renee, get the fuck out!" He was going to reach for the doorknob but saw that Renee was leaning in to kiss him. He instantly backed up. "Back off!"

"Oh come on Dean. I can take care of you better that Roman can. What do you see in that loser anyway? It looks like he has a bad temper. He could hit you at any time if he gets pissed." the blonde placed her arms around Dean's neck.

Dean had to chuckle at how ridiculous Renee sounded. Roman did have a temper but he could never lay a hand on him in that way. They both stumbled to the side when the front door opened. Shit. Roman was home.

Roman stepped inside and his eyes immediately glared with anger. Renee had her arms around Dean's neck and was wearing a very tight dress. "What the fuck is going on here?"

Ambrose immediately removed Renee away from him. "Nothing. I was telling her to leave but she won't"

"Get the fuck out of my house. Now." Roman said in a deep tone.

When Renee didn't move a muscle, he grabbed her by the arm, shoved her out, and slammed the door. Renee banged her fist on the door before turning away. As she walked away, she eyed Roman's car very carefully. A small smile formed on her face. Her cellphone rang and saw that it was John. "Hey John." she frowned when there was no answer. "John? You there?"

"Gym on Beverly Blvd. Now" and the cellphone hung up. There was something wrong. He sounded like Renee has never heard him before. Something must of happened. She immediately headed for the gym that John was talking about. She went in and easily spotted John lifting weights. "John? What's going on?"

Renee squinted her eyes as she tried to understand what John was saying. He was talking fast and was breathing rapidly. From what she could understand, it had something to do with Dean and Roman. The blonde just shook her head. Those two were just giving her more reasons to mess with them.

* * *

"You believe me right?" Dean asked nervously. Knowing Roman, he was probably pissed about what he saw when he came into the house. "She just showed up here and started being annoying. I tried to kick her out but-"

Roman cut him off with a kiss. "I believe you, it's okay." he smiled.

Dean was relieved. "Can we go to bed? I'm tired."

"Yeah, I guess making money and getting sweet revenge can take a lot out of a person." the Samoan joked. The couple shared a laugh as they walked to the bedroom. Roman noticed that Dean became quiet though. "Something on your mind?"

"So, you're not mad at me for not telling you what I was up to right?"

They walked into the bedroom and Roman turned to face his boyfriend. The guy looked really concerned. "I told you babe. It's okay. Everything makes sense now. I'm actually relieved that you planned this. You're smarter than you lead on." he teased and kissed his cheek. He chuckled when Dean just gave him a shy smile. "I love you." he ran his fingers through the short auburn hair.

"I love you too."

They kissed for a while until Dean pushed Roman down on the bed.

"I thought you were tired." Roman smirked at him.

"I'm never too tired for this." Dean didn't stay on top too long because Roman flipped them over quick and began to kiss him again. They striped each other naked and the friction was almost too much to handle. Dean started to moan and squirm when Roman began to kiss his way down his body. His baby blue eyes widened when he felt his partner's lips wrap around his cock. "Fuck, Roman..."

Roman looked up at him to see the pure bliss on his beautiful face. After a few minutes, he released him from his mouth before he could cum. Dean shot daggers at him but he ignored them. "Flip over" he instructed and Dean immediately moved to lay on his stomach.

When Dean felt Roman tapping his knees, he knew what he wanted. He lifted up and rested on his knees and forearms; causing his bare ass to stick out, directly in front of Roman. His back arched and he gasped when he felt his ass cheeks being pulled apart, his lover's thick tongue invading his most sensitive area. "Oh, that feels good.'' Roman's tongue was followed by a single digit, trying to loosen him up as much as possible. It felt so good. Ambrose didn't want Roman to stop but at the same time, he wanted to be filled with his cock. "Can you fuck me now?''

"What did I say about the word fuck?" Roman softly patted his left ass cheek, making Dean groan. The Samoan licked his lips as he looked down at the beautiful sight of Dean's entrance, nice and ready for him. He reached over and grabbed the lube from the bedside table; coating his cock real good. "You ready baby?" Dean could only nod in response. Roman guided his cock to Dean's entrance and pushed in slowly; making Dean lay down flat on the bed. He leaned forward, rested his weight on his forearms, and hovered over Dean as he pushed all the way in; making Dean moan. "Feel good?" he whispered in Dean's ear. The other man once again just nodded. No surprise there since Roman always did something to leave Dean completely speechless. "Baby..." Reigns groaned and softly bit his lover's ear.

"It feels so good." Dean breathed in and out rapidly. He felt filled completely and his heart skipped a beat every time Roman thrust inside. Ambrose turned is head to lock eyes with Roman. Both set of eyes were filled with love and lust. "I love you so much."

"Love you too. Always will." Their lips locked and they engaged in a passionate kiss. As they did so, Roman shifted and turned them both on their sides so he was spooning Dean from behind. The new position just made Dean moan louder. The way Roman roamed his free hand all over his body, gave him chills. Roman's insides melted when he heard Dean begging him not to leave him. "I'm never leaving you baby. I'm here...forever. I promise."

Dean could hear the sincerity in his voice. He couldn't help the tear that rolled down his cheek. He was turning into such a sap. More than he already was. He hoped Roman wasn't thinking that he was becoming too clingy. The love he had for him was just more intense now. He loved him with everything he had. Dean turned his head. "Kiss me." Roman did as he was told and increased his pace at the same time. Dean could feel himself getting closer to orgasm. He grabbed Roman's hand and placed it on his hard cock. Roman immediately started stroking. "I'm close..."

"Me too baby.'' Roman kissed everywhere on Dean's face that he could reach. They moaned loudly and shivered as they came together. The Samoan didn't want to pull out just yet so they laid there in each others arms, exchanging lazy kisses. Their connection had just gotten stronger and deeper. They both knew they couldn't live with out each other anymore.

* * *

"Are you sure you don't want to come?"

Dean laced his fingers with Romans as they walked to the front door. "Yeah, I'm honestly tired after everything that happened last night. Maybe I'll go over a little later."

Roman was headed to the new gallery and check on the progress that was made. He wished Dean would go with him but understood that he was tired. "Okay then, I'll see you later. Love you." he pecked Dean's lips and opened the door.

"Love you too." Dean watched as Roman got in his car and drove off.

As the gallery owner drove, he began to think. Roman was in the best mood he's ever been in. Things were great with Dean; only getting better. His galleries were not only still selling well, sales were increasing as well. He knew once they opened the gallery just for Dean, it would be the most successful. He was so proud of Dean, it was hard to express sometimes. A smile formed on his face as he made a couple turns and couldn't stop thinking of Dean. There was a red light about a quarter mile away so Roman started to slow down. He frowned when he felt something was off with his breaks. He stepped on them and began to panic when the car wouldn't stop. "Shit..." he didn't know what to do.

He didn't know what the hell happened, or how but the last thing Roman saw before he lost consciousness was the broken tree bark in front of him. His windshield was broken and there was smoke everywhere. It was a little too close to him...fuck, he must have crashed against a tree. He felt crushed inside the car and he could feel blood running down his face. Before he had a chance to react, everything faded to black.


	15. Chapter 15

The double doors of the hospital flew open as Dean ran inside, his heart getting ready to beat out of his chest. The tears were running down his face and his vision was very blurry. It took him a while before he found the elevator and pushed the floor that Seth had told him to go to. His breathing was ragged and he was even shaking. He was scared. He was so fucking scared. The elevator door finally opened and he fast paced out of there. He walked down the corridor in a panic until someone stepped in front of him and placed their hands on his chest, stopping him. It was Seth.

"Seth I wanna see him! Let me see him?"

"You can't-"

"No! I have to see him Seth! I have to see if he's alright!" Dean sobbed and was trying to get past Seth but he wouldn't move. "Seth get out of the way!"

"Dean! Calm down! You can't see him right now. They're checking on him. We have to wait until the doctor comes. Calm down." Seth placed his hands on Dean's shoulders and tried to sooth him as much as possible. He was just as scared but he could control his emotions a little better. He was relieved when he felt Dean relax a little. The tears were still flowing and his breathing was still rapid but he wasn't yelling anymore.

"What the hell happened?" Dean asked, his voice very shaky.

"He got into a car accident. Crashed against a tree." Seth swallowed hard.

"B-But he's always paying attention to the road ahead. W-why did he crash?" Dean stuttered.

"I have no idea. I'm sure the police are looking into it. He wasn't drunk and there weren't any cars in front of him.''

Dean sniffled and collapsed onto a chair. He rested his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands.

"How is he?" Phil asked as he approached Seth and handed him the coffee he had gotten him from the cafeteria.

Seth sighed. "He's a mess obviously. He's freaked out. And truth be told, so am I. Roman is my best friend, Phil. If he dies-"

"Hey, you just have to have faith alright. He's going to be okay. Come here." Phil pulled Seth into his embrace and comforted him as best he could. Phil's palms were sweaty, which is what happened when he felt scared and nervous. Roman was a great guy who loved helping others. If Roman hadn't taken a chance on him a given that job at the gallery, he didn't know where he would be. _He doesn't deserve this. _Phil said to himself.

Meanwhile, Dean was having a flashback to the kiss he had given Roman before he left the house. He didn't want that to be the last kiss he gave his boyfriend. He didn't want to live his life without Roman. Roman was his life! The times they've made love flooded in Dean's head. He cried even harder. Roman had to survive this. He just had to.

"Hey, I called Roman's parents and they are on their way. It's a ten hour flight though so it'll be a while until they get here. Just thought I should let you know." Seth spoke softly to Dean.

Dean looked up at Seth and nodded. He realized that he had never met Roman's parents. He had always hoped that Roman would take him to American Samoa to meet them. Now, he was going to meet them under these horrible circumstances. Dean was praying that everything went well. From what Roman has told him, his parents are pretty great. Dean hoped there was still room for a happy dinner between them in the future so they could know about him and vice versa.

A few minutes passed by before a doctor finally made his way to the waiting area. "Family of Mr. Roman Reigns?" he announced.

Seth, Phil, and Dean immediately stood up and approached the doctor. "How is he?" Dean asked, his voice full of concern.

The doctor sighed. "He suffered multiple injuries. Fortunately for him, none of them are life threatening. " the doctor could see the relieve wash over the faces of all three men. Especially Dean. "He suffered some bruised ribs, a mild head injury; some bleeding to the head but nothing internally, and a left shoulder injury. Now, the ribs and head injury can heal on their own but the shoulder is going to require some surgery because he tore his rotator cuff during the accident. I have to perform on it as soon as possible. I just need someone to fill out the paperwork and sign the consent forms."

"I can do it." Dean spoke up. His voice was more calmer this time. He hated the fact that Roman needed to have surgery but atleast it was nothing that would put his life in danger. He was grateful that nothing too serious happened to him.

"Great." the doctor nodded. "You should all be relieved that nothing else happened to Mr. Reigns. He's a very lucky man. Not many that have that type of car crash survive. Come with me" he motioned for Dean to follow him.

Seth sighed. "I'm so glad he's going to be okay."

Phil gave him a soft smile. "You see? I told you he would pull through." The couple hugged and Seth was happy that he doesn't have to give Roman's parents terrible news once they arrive.

* * *

The surgery on Roman's shoulder had started about half an hour ago and so far everything was going to plan. This was a normal routine surgery for the doctor so there shouldn't be any complications. Roman was obviously under anesthesia so he couldn't feel anything.

_Thank you for not leaving him. He needs you._

What seemed like a picture popped into Roman's head. Everything was white and there was a middle-aged lady standing in front of Roman. They were both dressed in all white. Was this a dream?

_Is this a dream? Is this real? Who are you?" Roman asked confused._

_The lady smiled softly at him. "I'm actually not sure what you call this. That's not the point though. I'm just here to thank you."_

_"Thank me for what? Who are you?"_

_"I wanted to thank you for not leaving him. He needs you in every sense of the of the word. Everyone in his life, including myself has left him. He wouldn't handle it if you left too."_

_Roman continued to look at the lady confused. Who was she talking about? Who was she? She didn't look familiar. It wasn't until he looked into her eyes that it clicked. She had the exact same eye color. It wasn't hard to figure out once you saw those eyes. "You're Dean's mother." when she didn't deny it, Roman knew he was right. "So, am I close to dying or something? I thought people that are close to death have these types of dreams...or whatever you call it. Something about choosing to stay or leave."_

_"No, you aren't close to dying. I just...had to come and thank you for taking care of my son the way you have." She started to tear up. "I wasn't the best mother to him and I left him way too early. I didn't get the chance to show him how much I truly did love him. I know he had some doubts but I do love him and I watch over him all the time."_

_Roman listened closely to Dean's mother. He could tell that she meant every word she was saying. Why was he seeing her? How was this happening? What had happened between Dean and his mom? He didn't know but he was glad this was happening because now he can tell Dean about this...that's if he even remembers. He didn't know how he would explain this to Dean but he could figure out a way._

_"I need you to promise me something, Roman."_

_"What is it?"_

_"Promise me that you will always look after Dean. Take care of him, love him. I know it's a lot to ask but-"_

_"It's not a lot to ask. I love Dean and I don't plan on leaving him...ever. No matter what happens.''_

_She smiled. "You love him that much huh?"_

_"I do. He's the best thing that has ever happened to me. I could see myself spending the rest of my life with him. I promise Ms. Ambrose, he is in good hands. I would give him the world if it were possible."_

_"You don't how happy that makes me feel Roman. I have to go now but I leave with a huge relief. I can tell how much you love my son and I know you'll protect him. Just...one more thing?"_

_"Sure." Roman nodded._

_"Make sure to stay away from that girl Renee and her brother. They are bad news."_

_Before Roman could respond, Dean's mother disappeared and everything faded to black._

* * *

The first thing Roman noticed when he regained consciousness was that someone was holding onto his right hand extremely too tight. His eyes fluttered opened slowly and was immediately met with Dean's glossy blue eyes.

"Oh thank God you're awake Rome." Dean sniffled. The doctor had told him that Roman was probably going to be in and out of it due to the anesthesia. It was obvious that Roman was going to be alright but Dean was still emotional. He could've lost Roman today and he couldn't shake that possibility. "No babe, don't move. You just got out of surgery." Dean said softly when he saw that Roman was trying to sit up.

"What...what happened?" Roman looked around and noticed that he was in a hospital. He was still a bit groggy because of the anesthesia so he didn't immediately remember what was going on.

"You got into a car accident. You don't remember?" Dean frowned as he inspected the small cuts that Roman had on his face.

It took a while before Roman finally answered. "I do now. I tried to stop the car but there was something wrong with the breaks. Next thing I knew, I was in a tree."

"Yeah, Seth and Punk went to where the crash happened and the police told them they are going to have the car looked at. To see what exactly happened. You weren't drunk and I'm pretty sure you were aware of your surroundings. It's weird Rome."

Roman just nodded. His eyes were feeling a bit heavy again. "Dean?" he mumbled softly.

"Yeah?" Dean scooted his chair closer to the bed.

"Your mom..."

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"

"I..saw your mom..." and with that, Roman was out of it again.

* * *

**A/N: Hope you guys liked the new chapter! Roman is okay, ya'll can breathe now lol. What did you think of his "conversation" with Dean's mother?**

**Anyways, I will still be updating this story but I'll be starting a new one soon. It will also be ambreigns. It won't be the original plot I announced it would be because the plan sort of shifted. The story will be called, "A Diamond in the Rough" so be on look out for the first chapter soon! It wont't be that long though. 15 chapters max! Thanks to all that continue to read and review my stories. You guys are awesome! **


	16. Chapter 16

Dean was in the cafeteria, grabbing a cup of coffee and a small snack since he had not eaten much since arriving at the hospital. As he poured his coffee, he recalled what Roman had said before he fell into deep sleep. His mother? Roman saw his mother? It made no sense. Ever since meeting Roman, he hadn't really opened up about his mother and the type of relationship they had as Dean grew up. It wasn't pleasant and Dean never liked to talk about it or go into details about what happened to his mother. As he made his way back to Roman's rooms, he was hoping that Roman would wake up soon so he could give him an explanation. Dean needed to know what was going on. Up until this point, he was just very confused. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat when he began to remember all about his mom. Immediately, he shook his head. He was about to step inside of Roman's room but stopped himself when he noticed a man and women sitting next to the bed; the woman holding Roman's hand tightly.

"Those are his parents."

Dean turned around and saw Seth standing there. "Oh. I let them be then." Dean recalled a time where Roman told him that he hadn't seen his parents in about a year. He figured the family needed some alone time right now. "I'm going to sit in the waiting room." Dean left before Seth could even respond. Seth could tell there was something on Dean's mind but he didn't want to push him. Not right now.

After an hour of sitting in the waiting room, Seth came in and told Dean that Roman was awake and asking for him. Dean immediately jolted up and headed for Roman's room. He went inside and immediately went to stand by Roman's bed.

"Dean." Roman said softly.

"I'm here, baby." Dean grabbed his hand and held onto it tightly. It wasn't until after a few moments of silence that he realized his parents were still in the room. Crap. He probably came off as rude already. "Oh my. Mr and Mrs. Reigns. I'm so sorry I didn't see you there. I'm Dean." he stuck his hand out smiled. He was really nervous but he thought he was doing a good job in hiding it. Was he being too forward? He hoped not. Roman's parents stared it him for a while, making him even more nervous but they eventually smiled at him.

"Dean. We've heard so much about you. I'm Patricia, Roman's mother. This is Sika, his father." Patricia shook Dean's hand.

Dean shook her hand and then shook Sika's hand.

"Nice to meet you, son." Sika said.

Well, they sounded friendly. "Nice to meet you guys as well." Roman smiled, loving that his parents got a good first impression of Dean. He knew they would. "I'm glad you guys were able to make it. You have no idea how much Roman missed you guys." Dean smiled and sat down on the chair next to Roman's bed.

Patricia smiled. "We've missed him too. It's too bad that we had to come under these circumstances though. I still don't understand how you just lost control of the car sweetie." she shook her head.

"Yeah, but nothing to worry about. I'm okay." Roman smiled despite the fact that he had no idea what truly happened with the car. He didn't want to worry his parents if it was nothing.

Sika sighed in relief. "We'll if you don't mind, we're going to go head to our hotel and check-in. We'll come back a little later?"

"Sure dad. Get settled in." Roman nodded weakly.

"It was nice to meet you Dean." Patricia gave Dean a hug, surprising him. "We'll be staying until Roman is released from the hospital. Once he is, I would love to cook us all some dinner. We want to get to know you better."

Dean smiled, showing off his dimples. "I would love that very much. Sounds great." Roman's parents waved as they left the room. "Well, they're friendly." Dean turned to look at Roman.

"Yeah. They really are."

There was a comfortable silence between them until Dean decided to ask what he's been wanting to know. He wondered if Roman remembered. "Hey Rome, do you remember what you told me the first time you woke up?"

Roman was silent for a while. "Yeah, I do." he replied softly after a while. He saw Dean was about to say something but he stopped him; knowing he needed and explanation. "It's like...I saw your mom in my dreams, Dean. It was really weird. I don't know how to explain it." Reigns sighed.

As Dean swallowed yet another lump in his throat, he grabbed Roman's hand and held it tightly. "What did she, you know...say?" This was so weird. Dean thought in his head. It's not like this happened in real life. It was a dream.

Roman sighed. He was a bit hesitant to tell Dean but he came to the conclusion that Dean probably needed this. He needed to know what his mother told him in his "dream."

"Well, she said she wanted to thank me for not leaving you." Roman looked in Dean's eyes and saw the sadness in them. He tightened his hold on his hand as much he could. "She told me that she had left you too soon and that she was glad I didn't do the same. Babe? Hey, don't cry." Roman said softly when he noticed the tears falling down Dean's cheeks. His heart ached for his boyfriend. "Come here." Dean got on the bed and Roman wrapped his good arm around him. "I'm sorry baby. The last thing I wanted to do was upset you."

Dean shook his head and rested his head on Roman's shoulder. "No, it's okay. I just...it's weird. It's like you actually talked to her. I miss her...a lot. I wish I could talk to her again." Ambrose sniffled.

Roman rubbed Dean's arm in comfort. "Wanna tell me what happened?" he immediately felt Dean tense up. "Never mind babe, you don't have to say anything." he kissed his boyfriend's head. He felt bad for pushing Dean while he was like this.

"It's okay. I wanna tell you." Dean sat up a bit so he could look at his boyfriend. He sniffled again before speaking up. "I didn't really have the best childhood growing up. My dad left us before I was even born. It had always been just me and my mom. My mom struggled to make money so she did anything she could. Anything." Roman just nodded; he knew Dean didn't want to go into details. "She wasn't around a lot...left me home alone most of the time." More tears started to fall and Dean sighed when Roman wiped them away. He was glad that he was finally telling Roman about his childhood. He didn't like talking about it with anyone but Roman was of course an exception.

"To put food on our plates, she had to do a lot of unpleasant things. Unfortunately, she got caught up in a certain lifestyle and she started doing drugs and drinking.." Dean blew out a load of air."She became an addict and it eventually...killed her."

"Dean..." Roman pulled Dean closer and held onto him as best he could. Now, his heart was broken. He couldn't believe the life that Dean had been living. From his rough childhood, to being fucked over by John and being homeless. As if Roman wasn't determined to give Dean the world before...he certainly was now. "I'm so sorry you've had to go through all of that Dean. You didn't deserve that."

"I guess I didn't. I mean, my mom didn't want to be that way. She did it in the first place just to be able to put food on the table. That lifestyle just caught up with her. A lot of people would assume that I hate my mom but I don't." Dean shook his head against Roman's shoulder. "I loved her then, and I still love her now...even though she's gone.''

"She loves you too Dean. She told me that."

"Really?" Dean asked surprised.

"Yeah. She thought that you had some doubts about how much she loved you." Roman saw the way Dean's face formed into a frown. "I'm really sorry you didn't have the chance to clear the air with her."

"It's okay I guess. There are still some good memories. I try to focus on that most of the time."

Roman closed his eyes and shook his head. Hearing Dean's story for the first time and listening to how Dean was being positive through it all...it's like he fell in love with Dean all over again. He valued this man so much and all his bravery. He was strong. Most people would have been fucked up if they lived the life Dean has had. Not Dean though. He was strong and stayed positive. Fuck, he loved that man so much. It was hard to truly explain. He could barely form a sentence when telling his parents about what he loved about Dean.

Dean suddenly stood up and wiped his face with his hands. "I'm going to the restroom. I'll be right back." He was about to walk away but Roman squeezed his hand, stopping him. He turned around and looked down at his boyfriend.

"Kiss me." Roman said. Ambrose bent down and kissed Roman briefly before smiling at him and walking towards the door. As he walked out, Seth came in.

"How you feeling man?" Seth asked as he took a seat.

"My whole body hurts." Roman sighed.

"I bet." Seth replied sadly. He hated seeing his friend in pain. "Investigators are still looking at the car. It's taking a while because the car is pretty messed up."

Roman chose to ignore that information for the time being. He only had one thing he wanted to take care of. "Seth, can I ask you for a huge favor?" Roman looked Seth directly into his brown eyes.

Seth immediately knew this was something serious. "Sure." he nodded and listened closely to his friend.

* * *

**A/N: What does Roman have in mind? Hmmmm?**

**P.S.- There's been a slight delay with the new story! It's still coming though! Patience is a virtue ;)**

**Meanwhile, I'll be posting an Ambreigns one-shot soon! Be on the look out! Thanks to everyone that continues to read my stories. Ya'll are awesome! :)**


	17. Chapter 17

"Promise me that you're gonna keep your mouth shut."

Seth huffed. "I can keep a secret." his face suddenly turned into a wide grin. He tried to keep it together but eventually ended up squealing so loudly. A nurse that was passing by even went inside to check and see if Roman was okay.

"Damn it, Seth." Roman groaned.

"I'm sorry! It's just so exciting." Seth clapped his hands together and jumped in his seat. "I promise I won't tell a soul."

"Yeah right." Roman mumbled. He knew Seth would tell Phil everything the minute he got the chance to. As long as it didn't get back to Dean...that's all her cared about.

* * *

"Someone must have really wanted to hurt this guy." Detective Henry realized as he looked over his final report.

"Hurt? More like someone wanted this man dead." Henry's partner, Detective Balor shook his head. "Someone definitely messed with the breaks of this car."

Henry shook his head. "We're lucky we were able to detect it. The car is so messed up."

"Surely, if someone messed with the breaks, someone had to have seen something right? We should get this on the news asap. We'll go talk to Mr. Reigns in the mean time."

Henry nodded in agreement.

* * *

"I'm sorry I had to put the gallery on hold." Roman said as he squeezed Dean's hand and placed a kiss on his knuckles.

"Don't worry about it Ro. You being okay is the only thing I care about right now. The new gallery can wait."

"I just want to get out of this hospital already." the Samoan sighed.

Dean looked at him sympathetically. "By the way, what's going on with Seth?"

"What do you mean?" Roman swallowed hard. Damn it. He knew Seth would make it obvious that something was going on.

"He seemed weird earlier. He wouldn't stop smiling. Like he was excited about something. I asked him but he wouldn't tell me anything. Do you know what's up with him?"

Roman laughed nervously and avoided eye contact. "I have no clue. He hasn't mentioned anything to me."

Dean was about to say something but got interrupted by two men walking into the room. Their badges on full display. They knew right away they were cops.

"Mr. Reigns, how are you feeling?" Henry asked.

"My whole body hurts but alright I guess. Given the circumstances. So, did you find out what went wrong? Why did I lose control like that?"

The detectives looked at each other before Balor spoke up. "No easy way to say it but someone messed with your brakes. We believe someone wanted you dead, Mr. Reigns."

"Who would want that?" Roman shook his head.

"John and Renee." Dean blurted out. Causing the three men to turn to look at him. "Think about it Roman. John has every reason and he is definitely capable of doing something like that."

"Who are John and Renee?" Henry asked curiously.

Roman shook his head in frustration. "They are both artists like us but John is a fraud. He stole Dean's artwork and tried to take credit for it. We exposed him in front of a lot of important people and ruined his career. He could definitely do something like this."

"Well..." Balor scratched his chin. "We have motivation but no concrete evidence to arrest them or let alone charge them with anything."

Henry suddey got a phone call and excused himself.

"Can you at least take them into the station and question them? Pull a confession out of them?" Dean asked.

"Forget about it babe. There's no way John would confess. They need evidence."

Henry had come back in before Dean could say anything else. "That was the station. We put a story about the accident out on the news and a witness came forward. He claims he's one of your neighbors. He might have seen something last night. We are going to go talk to him and then we'll get back to you guys."

Dean and Roman both nodded. They hoped that neighbor of theirs could identify John or Renee doing something.

The detectives left and Dean stood up quickly. He was obviously frustrated. "I can't believe John did this."

"I can" Roman huffed.

"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault" Dean mumbled as he started to pace.

"Are you insane? C'mere." Roman couldn't believe that Dean was blaming himself. He grabbed Dean's hand and made him sit next to him on the bed. "This is not your fault Dean. How could you blame yourself? John is just psycho."

"But he wouldn't have a reason to come after you if it wasn't for me. If I hadn't-''

"Stop." Roman interrupted him. He leaned in as much as he could and kissed Dean softly. "You don't control what he does. It's not like you actually made him do this. He deserved what he got so stop blaming yourself. Alright?"

Dean nodded and kissed him back some more. "I love you. I really hope they arrest them. I don't want anything else to happen to you."

"I love you too and don't worry. They'll get what's coming to them."

The couple kissed some more, the usual sparks flying.

* * *

"What's your name?" Balor came into the interrogating room and watched the heavily tattooed man biting nervously at his nails.

"Corey. Corey Graves." The man mumbled.

"Alright Mr. Graves, can you tell me what you saw?"

"Uh..." Graves looked around nervously. He started to fidget and Balor right away knew this guy was a drug abuser. "Actually, I know exactly who messed with the breaks."

Balor raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

"It was me."

"Why would you want to hurt Mr. Reigns?" the investigator shook his head. He didn't believe this guy one bit.

"I don't. Some blonde chick and real muscular guy paid me to do it. They just knocked on my door and pointed to the house next to me. Told me they had a job for me. I needed money so I went for it."

"You have any proof."

Corey chewed on his fingernails some more. "All I got is a phone number. They instructed me to text them when the job was done. So I did." he took the cellphone out of his pocket and handed Balor the phone. "The texts are all there."

Balor quickly went over the texts. He had to trace that number and see if it was registered in either Renee or John's name. "Why are you confessing to this?"

"I'm not the best neighbor. I'm a pain in the ass but Roman has never given me the cold shoulder. He always greets me. Like I said, I only did it for the money. I feel bad alright?" Corey huffed. "Are you gonna arrest me or what?" He sounded annoyed now.

"Wait here." Balor left the room, with the cellphone in hand. They needed to make sure that this guy's story was true. He would get arrest warrants for both John and Renee as well.

* * *

After half an hour of trying to convince him, Roman finally got Dean to go home and freshen up. He hadn't left the hospital since he got there. Plus, this would give Roman more time to check and see if everything was as planned. He grabbed the phone and dialed Seth's number. He picked up on the third ring.

"Yes?"

Roman rolled his eyes. He could already see the look on Seth's face based on the tone of his voice. "Can you try acting normal? Dean is suspecting there's something wrong with you."

Seth pouted even though Roman couldn't see him. "Am I not allowed to be happy for you? You know what, whatever. What do you want?"

Roman chuckled. "Just wanted to see how things were going."

"Great actually. I was about to send you some pictures. If you don't think Dean will like it, we can change it."

"Good idea. Send em to me and I'll call you back."

Roman smiled when he saw the photos that Seth sent him. Everything was looking great. He was sure that Dean would love it.

"Hey champ."

Roman looked up from his phone and saw his dad and mom walk in. "Hey, did you guys get settled in?"

"We did." Patricia smiled and kissed Roman on the forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"Alright I guess." Roman shrugged but there was a big smile on his face and his mom immediately noticed it.

"What's going on?"

"Uh...I have to tell you guys something." Roman's smile grew wider. His parents were watching him curiously.

"I told Dean that the new gallery I was building just for him was on hold but it actually isn't. Seth is helping me out with the finishing touches. I'm going to surprise him on opening night...and I'm also going to ask him to marry me."

* * *

Dean was barely getting out of the shower when his phone rang. He groaned. He wanted to shower as fast as possible so he could go back to the hospital and be with Roman. He didn't want to leave in the first place but Roman insisted that he needed a shower.

"Hello?"

"How's that boyfriend of yours?"

Dean's eyes widened. The audacity of this bitch. "So it was you! What the fuck is wrong with you? If you're gonna go after someone, come after me but leave Roman alone!'' he grew angrier when he heard Renee laughing over the phone. Did she not think that she was burying herself more by calling him?

"I could leave Roman alone. And I could tell John to let it all go too."

Dean closed his eyes tight. "But?"

"BUT, the only way that's gonna happen is if you stay away from him."

"You're psycho. I'm not leaving Roman. I'm not gonna have to because your ass is going to prison! John too."

"There's no evidence so do what I told you and leave Roman so you and I can-"

Dean interrupted her when he erupted with laughter. "So you and I can what? You really are crazy." Ambrose decided not to tell Renee about the witness that came forward. Let her think they got away with it some more. "I'm not doing it. I love Roman and I'll never leave him. Together, we can handle you both. Now fuck off." Dean hung up and threw the phone across the room.

He shook his head and dried off quickly. He just wanted to get back to the hospital and be by Roman's side.


	18. Chapter 18

"Are you sure he's the one?" Patricia asked.

"Of course he is." Roman sounded offended. "Do you guys not like him or something? Because if you don't-"

"It's not that." Sika shook his head. "He's a great guy. We just want to make sure that you are 100% certain he's the one you want to marry."

"I can't see myself with anyone else, dad. We have so much in common. I love him more and more everyday that passes by. I can't live without him. And I know he feels the same way about me. He shows me that everyday. He's the one. Trust me."

Patricia smiled. She loved seeing her son so happy. "Well in that case, we support you. We just want to see you happy and it looks like Dean makes you feel that way and more."

"You got a ring yet?"

"Yeah." Roman nodded at his dad. "I looked for one online and Seth did me the favor to go pick it up. I'm going to wait until the opening night of the gallery though. I'll be out of the hospital by then. Can you guys keep this to yourselves until then?'' his parents assured him they wouldn't tell a soul. Just when they stopped talking about the situation, Dean walked in.

"Mr. and Mrs. Reigns, hello again." he greeted politely.

"Hello Dean." Patricia smile widely and hugged Dean.

Ambrose furrowed his eyebrows when Patricia stayed hugging him for quiet a while. It made Roman groan a bit. He was going to get more suspicious now. Patricia finally let him go and Sika shook his hand, also smiling at him.

"We're gonna go ask your doctor when you can leave this place." Sika grabbed Patricia's hand and they left the room.

"No offense babe but your parents were acting weird just now. Like Seth." Dean realized. "Why is everyone acting weird? I feel like they all know something I don't."

Roman tried to play it off as best he could. "You're imaging things babe." he laughed.

Dean sighed and went to sit beside Roman's bed. "Renee called me. They were definitely the one who did this." He grabbed Roman's hand and held onto it tightly.

"You're right Mr. Ambrose." Balor walked into the room, giving Roman no chance to react to this information. "You're neighbor told us that they paid him off to do the job. He gave evidence and we confirmed the story. They used a cellphone to communicate and we traced the number back to them. We're in the process of getting arrest warrants now."

"Can't believe this." Roman growled. He was clearly upset. He tried to get up off the bed and ended up hurting his shoulder.

"Roman!" Dean shrieked. "Lay down! You're going to hurt yourself."

Roman winced in pain. He wanted to get out of there, find John and beat the shit out of him. All the pain in his body was fighting him though. Despite not wanting to, he listened to Dean and laid back down on the bed.

"Please Mr. Reigns, calm down. John and Renee won't be seeing the light of day for much longer. Henry and I promise you that." Balor assured. It eased Roman off a little bit but he was still angry. Before Balor excused himself, he told them everything else Graves had mentioned. Then he asked Dean to give him the number that Renee called him from. It was the same number they used to talk to Corey. There was more than enough evidence now.

"I've always been nice to that idiot despite knowing he was a crack head. And that's how he repays me?" Roman shakes his head.

Dean bit his lip and soothed Roman's hands, trying to calm him down. "At least he confessed. His confession is putting them away. We won't have to worry about them anymore." he reasoned.

Roman turned to look at Dean. They locked eyes and that was it for Roman. His body immediately relaxed and he smiled at his hopefully, soon-to-be fiance. "I guess you're right. I'm sorry...for blowing up like that. I just...ugh! Promise me you won't tell my parents about this. I don't want them to know yet."

"Don't worry about it. It's understandable. I won't say a thing.''

''You yelled at me." Roman pouted playfully.

Dean grinned at how adorable Roman looked right now. "I need you in one piece when you come back home.''

Roman sighed. "Who knows when that'll be. I just want be out of here as soon as possible so I can-'' suddenly, his eyes grew wide and he stopped himself. Fuck, he was about to ruin the surprise.

"So you can what?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

Roman thanked the heavens that his parents entered the room in that moment, making Dean momentarily forget what he had said.

* * *

**Two Weeks Later...**

**"**Are you sure everything is in order?" Roman spoke into his cellphone as he drove the new car that his parents insisted on buying him after he got out of the hospital. He had Seth on speaker.

Seth sighed, sounding rather annoyed. "Yes. I busted my ass the entire time you were in the hospital. Everything is good."

"Great." Roman smiled. "I really appreciate it Seth. Everything you've done. Phil too. You guys are the best. I owe you one."

"No problem man. That's what friends are for. By the way, how did you manage to get the news out of the gallery opening without it getting back to Dean?"

"I have my ways." Roman smirked. "He's going to be so surprised. I can't wait." He stopped at a red light and glanced out at the sky. It was getting pretty dark. There were only a couple of hours left until he would take Dean to the finished up gallery. The same place where he was planning on proposing. He had to admit that he was pretty nervous but he knew that Dean would say yes. He was certain of that part.

Meanwhile, John and Renee were running around their hotel room, going crazy trying to pack up their things.

"You're so stupid Renee! We left absolutely no evidence but then you had to go and call that traitor! Now we have to leave the damn country.''

"What about the neighbor YOU payed off?! How are you so sure that he won't talk?!" Renee yelled back.

John just shook his head. "Grab your shit and lets go!"

The siblings ran to the door and opened it up. They abruptly stopped when they went face to face with two cops standing in front of them. Renee panicked and dropped her bags. John threw his head back and closed his eyes. They were so screwed.

* * *

Roman's heart started to race faster once he arrived back to the house. The moment was getting closer and he was trying his best to stay calm. He took a deep breathe, unlocked the front door, and stepped inside the house. His mouth dropped as he closed the door. The house was dark, but candles were lit everywhere. There was a trail of them that looked like it led to their bedroom up stairs.

Dean had a huge smile on his face as he walked down the stairs. "Hey you, how was physical therapy?"

"What's all this?" Roman looked around, ignoring Dean's initial question.

Dean pecked his lips and grabbed his hands. He led him up to their bedroom where there were even more candles lit. "I love you, Roman Reigns." Dean spoke as he looked directly into Roman's gorgeous grey eyes. He swallowed hard and took Roman's left hand in both of his. "I have something really important to ask you Ro..."

Oh my. Was Dean about to beat Roman to the punch?

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**A/N: Oh! No one saw that coming, I bet lol.**

**P.S.- Go check out my new story if you guys haven't already. "Without You" is very ambreigns heavy but is overall ambrolleigns.**


	19. Chapter 19

Roman swallowed hard as Dean took his left hand and held onto it pretty tightly. He was looking deeply into his eyes. Roman could see easily that he was a nervous wreck but he was composed nonetheless. They stood there for quiet a while, just staring at each other. Dean had no idea what the hell he was doing. He bit his lip and took a deep breath. He relaxed himself, opened his mouth and just started talking.

'' I love you Roman. Like I've never loved anyone. I can't even begin to express what you mean to me. I would say you mean the world to me but that would be a huge understatement. You took me in when I had nothing and no one. You were there for me. You gave me a chance. That chance that I was begging for. Everyone assumed I sucked because I was homeless." A smile slowly formed on his face. "But not you. You looked past all that. You saw me as any other human being...and it all went up since then. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. I want to be with you forever." Dean pulled out a box from the back pocket of his jeans. He got down on one knee and said, "Will you marry me Ro? Will you be my husband for the rest of our lives?"

Roman's jaw dropped. All he could do was look down at Dean, who was looking at him with hopeful and loving eyes. What the hell was going on? _He_ was suppose to be on his knee asking Dean to marry _him_ and it was the other way around. This was a turn of events that he did not see coming.

When Roman kept silent, Dean started to worry. He waited, and waited. Roman still didn't say anything. He just stared down at him with this unreadable look on his face. The large lump in his throat was quickly swallowed as he looked down at the ring he had picked out himself. Roman didn't want to marry him. And even if he did, the time Roman was taking to answer was making him uncomfortable. He felt so stupid. Th tears began to form as he stood up and closed the box; his heart getting ready to shatter into pieces.

"What are you doing?" Roman whispered as a tear fell down his cheek. Yeah, he was actually crying. The action surprised himself.

Dean sniffled. "It's okay, Ro. If you don't want to marry me, all you have to do is say so."

Roman furrowed his eyebrows and cupped Dean's face with both hands. "What makes you think I don't want to marry you baby?"

Dean looked up at his boyfriend with wide and glossy eyes. "You didn't answer me Ro. You're quiet." Roman chuckled as the tears somehow kept streaming down his face. Dean scowled at him. "I'm glad you think this is amusing."

"I'm not laughing at you babe. It's just...great minds think alike, you know?."

"What are you talking about?" Dean fumbled with the ring box in his hand. If Roman really didn't want to marry him, what was he going to do with the ring? What was going to happen to them?

"Well..." Roman wiped his eyes and slowly reached into his back pocket. "You kinda...umm...beat me to the punch." He pulled out his own box and opened it, revealing the ring that Seth had helped him pick out.

Dean gasped. "Oh my god." Dean couldn't believe his eyes. Roman was planning on proposing too. "You mean you-"

"Yeah." Roman stopped him mid-sentence. "I was going to propose to you tonight. I want to be with you forever, Dean. There's no one else and there never will be. You're it for me. You're the one." he took the box from Dean's hand, opened it back up and took the ring out; putting it on his own finger. "My answer is yes. Nothing would make me happier. Now, what do you say?" he flashed the ring he bought in front of Dean.

"Yes. Of course. I mean, duh!" they shared a laugh and Dean took the ring, putting it on his finger. He couldn't help the tears that fell from his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Roman's neck and hugged him tightly.

Roman hugged him back, just as tightly. This wasn't the whole result he thought he would see tonight. This was a lot better though. To know that Dean wanted marriage just as much as he did, made him feel happy. Actually, happy is an understatement. He couldn't describe how he was feeling right now. All he knew was that he wanted to be in Dean's arms forever. "I love you so much." he whispered.

"I love you too." Ambrose whispered back. He pulled back slightly, his face close to Roman's. They locked eyes. "We're getting married." he chuckled softly in amazement.

Roman grinned. "We're getting married." he nodded. He took both ring boxes and placed them on the bedside table, next to the radio. He pulled out his iPhone, tapped the screen a couple of times and connected it to the radio. By the time he got back to Dean, music started to fill the room. "Back at One" by Brian McKnight started to play and Dean could have sworn his heart was getting ready to burst out of his chest.

Roman peeled off his shirt, then discarded of Deans. He cupped his fiance's face and kissed him softly. Sparks flew like always and their goosebumps got goosebumps. Dean moaned softly as the kiss became more passionate. Their tongues slowly making contact. The Samoan ran his hands down Dean's pecs and abs until he reached the button of Dean's jeans. He undid it and pulled the zipper down. They slowly and sensually took off each others clothes until they were both in their naked glory.

Dean could feel his heart thumping against his chest once more as Roman guided them to the bed and he gently laid him down. Roman was just much more gentle than usual and he loved it. The candles lit and the music playing made it all much better. When Roman settled himself in between his legs, he smiled up at him. "I'm sorry I beat you to it."

Roman smirked and pecked his cheek. "It's okay. You really surprised me though. I didn't see it coming.''

"Me either. But I guess that's the point right?"

Reigns smiled and just kissed him in response. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world." he kissed him again and then trailed his lips down his neck. He peppered kisses all over his body and intentionally avoided Dean's hard shaft.

"You're such a tease." Dean commented breathlessly.

Roman just smile against his skin. He kissed and sucked on Dean's thighs, making the man underneath him squirm in anticipation. A deep moan escaped his mouth when Roman finally wrapped his lips around his hard cock. He slowly sucked up and down, tracing his tongue along the vein underneath the throbbing shaft.

"That feels so good." Dean said softly. He tangled his fingers in Roman's hair as he continued to suck him. The friction was just incredible. No doubt Roman had a talented mouth. Those pouty lips wrapped around his cock felt amazing. Everything Roman did to him felt amazing.

"You like that?" Roman pulled away briefly, took a breath then started to deep throat him.

"Oh fuck Roman..." Dean licked his lips. "So good."

When Reigns finally released him from his mouth, he climbed back up his body and they kissed some more, Dean raking his fingernails against Roman's back. Their cocks were brushing against each other now, creating even more friction. The precum oozing out smeared against both of their stomachs. It was Roman's turn to gasp when Dean suddenly flipped their positions and now he was returning the favor. The auburn man bobbed his head up and down, loving the way that Roman's thick cock stretched his lips. God, he couldn't wait until that was inside him. He made sure the flick the tip of his tongue across the slit every time he reached the top of Roman's lengthy cock.

"Fuck, baby. That feels incredible." It felt so good that he had to beg Dean to stop or else he was going to cum. "I want to cum inside of you baby." Roman once again flipped their positions and he noticed how flushed Dean had become. He pecked his lips and then grabbed the back of Dean's knees; pushing them back until they almost reached his shoulders. A deep moan came from Roman as Dean's pink and puckered entrance was exposed to him. He leaned forward and wasted no time in prepping his boy. Non stop moans filled the room as Roman plunged his tongue into Dean's hole, over and over. The sensation felt so good, Dean arched his back and his lips were parted. That thick tongue just kept on getting deeper and deeper. It was one of the best feelings ever.

Roman knew that once he pulled away, Dean would groan in disappointment so he quickly reached for the lube and coated his shaft. "Ready baby?" he released Dean's knees and leaned forward to kiss him. Dean could only nod. He wanted him inside already. Slowly, he guided his cock to Dean's entrance and pushed in slowly.

"Ohh'' Dean moaned breathlessly. The mix of his moans and the music in the background was heavenly to Roman's ears. Dean felt like he was floating somewhere with Roman. He felt so filled. The slow thrusts Roman was doing, it all felt so incredible.

''Feel good baby?" Roman was begged for more so he increased his speed and kissed every part of Dean's face that he could. He loved the look of absolute pleasure on Dean's beautiful face. He laced their fingers together and placed their conjoined hands above Dean's head. "I love you. So fucking much." he said as he continued to thrust into Dean's sweet entrance.

"I love you too." Dean panted. His cock was brushing in between their bodies and he could feel the anticipation rising. "Mmm, I wanna ride you." His voice was so low that Roman barely heard him.

"Wanna ride my cock baby?"

"Mhm" Dean nodded.

"Go for it babe." Roman flopped down on the bed next to him and grinned.

Dean rolled his eyes playfully but straddled Roman regardless. "I won't hurt you?" Dean referred to Roman's ribs and shoulder. Roman had been going to physical therapy He was getting better everyday but he still didn't want to risk hurting him.

"I'll be fine babe. Come on." Roman encouraged him by grabbing his own cock and stroked it teasingly. They both shared a smile.

Once Dean sank all the way down on Roman's cock, they were both once against lost in each other and the great feeling of being in such an intimate moment together. "You feel so good." Dean ran his calloused fingers up and down Roman's broad chest. Intentionally flicked his nipples with his fingers.

Roman groaned and held onto Dean's slender hips. His eyes looked over the man riding him so slowly and lovingly. Dean had a great body no doubt about it. He was thankful that it was all his and no one else's. "You're perfect, you know that?"

Dean blushed at the compliment and shook his head. "Am not."

"Are too. You are my beautiful, talented, and perfect fiance. Come here." Roman reached for the back of Dean's neck and pulled him down. They shared an intense and loving kiss. As they panting into each others mouths, Roman lifted his hips, meeting Dean half way. Right then and there, he knew he had reached Dean's sweet spot. A loud moan escaped his mouth and he shuddered. He looked glorious. "Fuck, I can't wait to make you my husband. You'll be mine forever."

"Rome..." Dean said affectionately. Roman's sweet words were giving him butterflies like never before. He charged forward and kissed his fiance. Their tongue's pressing against each other. Dean reached for his cock and began to stroke himself. His orgasm continued to build and he knew Roman was close to. He could feel the intensity against his body.

"Damn baby." They kept their faces close as they both came, shuddering in each others arms. They could both feel their pulses racing as they slowly came down from their high. All of Dean's release landed in small pools on Roman's stomach and he filled Dean up in return. He loved the feeling.

Dean collapsed on top of Roman and they both took a minute to catch their breath. That might have been their best love making session since being together. They both knew they would top it in the future though. The desire for each other would never die down and each time was even before the one before. "Fuck..." Dean whispered and placed a lazy kiss to Roman's chest. "That was..."

"Perfect?" Roman finished his statement.

"Definitely." Dean laughed softly. "This has been a perfect day. Don't you think?" He extended his left arm all the way and smiled as the ring on his finger flashed before his very eyes. He still couldn't believe it. He and Roman were engaged. Engaged! He would never get over it.

"Absolutely." Roman looked down at his own ring. "But, the night isn't over." he teased. A smiled formed on his face when Dean looked up at him with confused eyes. "Let's go shower and I want you to slip into something nice."

"Where are we going?" Dean asked as he laid on the bed and watched Roman stand up and walk to the bathroom. His naked form being a mild distraction right now. He was very curious.

"It's a surprise beautiful." Roman winked at him and disappeared into the bathroom. Dean was just even more curious now. What was Roman up to?

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"Are we almost there?" Dean asked anxiously. Before getting in the car, Roman put a blindfold over Dean's eyes so he wouldn't see where they were headed.

"Almost. Relax, Dean." Roman chuckled and caressed Dean's thigh. "You're gonna love it I promise."

"Well alright." Dean sighed. He gave up and decided to just sit back and relax like Roman instructed him to.

A couple of minutes later Roman pulled up into the parking lot of the new gallery. It was opening night and he was pleased to see the parking lot filled up. This was a huge success and he knew Dean would be happy. He parked the car and helped Dean step out of it.

"Can you take the blindfold off now?"

"Alright, alright. You have no patience babe." Roman angled Dean so that he was facing the big sign that was located above the building. "Here it is." he removed the blind fold and waited for Dean's reaction.

Dean's eyes first looked around at all the parked cars around them and then his eyes slowly traveled to the building in front of them. His eyes continued upward until they landed on the sign. "Reigns Galleries" and then his name underneath that in bright lights. The big 'opening night' banner hung just above it. His eyes widened and he looked over at Roman. "But..." he kept on looking back and forth between Roman and his name shining in bright lights. "But..I thought you put it on hold when you were in the hospital."

"Nope." The Samoan grinned. "I was planning to at some point but then decided not to. I asked Seth and Phil for a lot of help and it was getting done this entire time. I wanted to surprise you."

The tears started to fall from Dean's eyes. He couldn't believe Roman would do this. "I love you." he threw his arms around Roman's neck and hugged him close. "Fuck I love you so fucking much. I can't believe you did this Rome. You made my dream come true. Thank you baby." he squealed.

Roman's insides melted as he heard how grateful Dean was. He knew he would love it. "This is just the first layer of the cake baby." He pulled back and cupped Dean's face. "I'm going to continue to make all your dreams come true. No matter what it takes me because that's what you deserve. I love you."

Dean had no words at the moment and just kissed the man in front of him. The man who in his eyes, was the greatest man ever. "You're the best." he mumbled in between kisses. "I can't believe how lucky I am."

"I'm the one who is lucky." Roman replied. He pecked his lips once more. "So, ready to go in? I'm sure there's a lot of people who want to meet you."

''Let's go in." Dean nodded, full of excitement. The newly engaged couple held hands as they walked towards the entrance of the venue.

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**A/N: FLUFFY AND SMUTTY GOODNESS ;) Did you guys enjoy it? REVIEW.**

**P.S.- For those of you who are reading "Without You." I apologize for the confusion. As you guys know the website was down for a long time and it happened right after I had published chapter 4 so when the website got fixed, I deleted the chapter and re-uploaded it so that everyone knew there was an in case someone hadn't received a notification. Sorry if you guys thought it was chapter 5. No worries though, chapter 5 is coming up tomorrow! Be on the look out :)**


	20. Chapter 20

Dean and Roman were almost at the front door of the venue when Dean suddenly stopped them from walking.

"What's wrong?" Roman asked concerned. When Dean didn't immediately answer, he became worried. Was Dean changing his mind about marrying him? Was he started to panic already so soon? "Baby what's wrong?"

Dean shook his head. "Nothing. Just wanted to say that I love you." Dean kissed him passionately. "I love you." He repeated. He couldn't stop saying it. "Thank you for everything. You're my world." he kissed him again.

Roman's heart melted at Dean's words. "And you're mine, baby." he wrapped an arm around Dean's shoulder. "Ready?" Dean nodded and they finally stepped inside of the gallery.

As soon as they stepped inside, Seth spotted them easily as he stood beside Phil. "There's the man of the hour!" he exclaimed and everyone within hearing distance turned and clapped when they saw Dean walking in, alongside Roman. Dean started to blush hard and he wished he could hide it. His attempt to bury his face in Roman's neck failed miserably. Roman moved out of the way, wanting everyone to see his beautiful fiance. He was proud to be showing him off to everyone.

All Dean could do was wave and give a shy smile. He looked around in amazement at the finished venue and all the people inside. He loved it. He loved all of it. It was a surreal moment and it was all because of Roman. Of course, he knew that Seth and Phil worked their asses of and he would give credit where it was due. The three of them made his dream come true. This is all he ever wanted. To have his artwork on the walls of the biggest art gallery and people give him the recognition that not only he craved, but rightfully deserved. He would kill to see the faces off all those art gallery owners that continuously turned him down when he was homeless. He hoped they were seething with envy.

"I hope you have those magical hands ready my friend." Seth said as he and Phil approached the couple. "Half of the paintings have already been sold. You're gonna have come up with some more."

Dean's jaw dropped. Half of the paintings on the wall right now were already sold? He couldn't believe it. This felt like a dream because he actually did dream of this a long time ago. Only difference now was that he wasn't going to wake up. This was real. He turned to lock eyes with Roman. "I've probably told you this a million times already but...thank you. Thank you for believing me. Thank you for...everything." he felt himself getting emotional so he wrapped his arms around Roman's neck and gave him a hug. He couldn't help it. He wanted to show Roman his appreciation the most he could.

Phil grinned at the couple. "Alright, enough of that. Dean, you need to meet a lot of people." When Dean finally tore himself away from Roman, Phil grabbed his arm and took him to officially introduce him.

"So…" Seth grinned. "You ready to, you know?" he nudged the bigger man with his elbow.

Roman laughed and walked over to the refreshment table. "Actually, I already did it. At home."

"What?" Seth furrowed his eyebrows. "Instead of doing it here in front of everyone you did it at your house? I busted my ass arranging this." Rollins glared at him.

"And I appreciate that. You see, when I got home from physical therapy Dean had like, the house filled with lit candles. I was confused until…he asked me to marry him first. He sort of beat me to the punch."

"Holy shit." Seth smiled. He grabbed Roman's left hand and looked at the ring on his finger. "Nice, dude. I'm happy for you guys." Seth could clearly see that Roman was happy and that made him happy. He looked over at Phil who was talking with Dean and a few other people. An even bigger smile formed on his face.

"Thanks, man." Roman replied. "I would have loved to have done it in front of everyone but come to think of it, it's more of a private and intimate moment." Roman noticed that Seth wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. "You okay man?" he tapped Seth's shoulder.

"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine." Seth assured him.

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"Dean, I'd like you to meet, William Regal. He owns the best art galleries in England." Phil gestured his hand towards the tall man and introduced about the hundredth person to Dean; at least that's what it felt like. Dean didn't mind though. Everyone was praising him and buying his stuff. He was happy to meet new people.

"Nice to meet you." William Regal smiled.

The thick accent filled Dean's ears as he extended his arm to shake the man's hand. "Nice to meet you as well." Dean nodded politely. He knew who this man was. He read a lot of information about him years ago online. Dean always thought his art galleries were genius. He couldn't deny that he even had a little crush on the man back then. At the time that he was with John, John would even get jealous if he was simply looking at pictures of the man. That was a long time ago though.

"This is quite the art gallery Mr. Ambrose. I'm very impressed.'' Regal said as he looked around the venue.

Ambrose smiled as he look into the man's eyes. "Thank you. My boyfriend, Phil here, and his boyfriend put it all together.''

"Ah, so you and Mr. Reigns are a thing."

Before Dean could response, Seth approached the trio and smiled at Phil. "Come." He said and grabbed his boyfriend's hand. Phil furrowed his eyebrows but went anyway, leaving Dean alone with William.

"Umm, yeah we are engaged actually." Dean said proudly.

"I see." Regal nodded. "You're very talented Dean." Regal changed the subject. "I would do anything to have your work in my galleries. I love your style."

Dean's eyes widened. "Are you serious?" His work in one of Regal's galleries, in England? Unreal.

"I'm very serious Mr. Ambrose. You've impressed me greatly. Meeting you in person has been a plus thus far.''

Ambrose just gave a weak smile and looked away. He wasn't sure how to respond to that statement. He couldn't feel the blush that was creeping up on his cheeks but Regal sure noticed it.

Roman was watching them talk the entire time. Dean looked really invested in whatever conversation they were having. Dean even looked a little flustered even when it looked like Regal wasn't saying anything humorous. He knew who William Regal was and it was obvious that Dean did too. Roman was starting to feel a little jealous and he couldn't help it. Roman knew that people would never compare his galleries with Regal's because there is no comparison. William Regal wins that battle easily. Dean obviously admires the guy. Roman has been promising Dean that he will give him the world but come to think of it, Regal could offer Dean so much more than he ever could. These thoughts never occurred to him in any other relationship he's previously had so why now? Because Dean was the one. The love of his life and he didn't want to lose him. The Samoan sighed and tried to shake the sudden insecurities away. Dean loved him and was so appreciative about everything he has done for him so far. He continued to watch as Dean excused himself and walked away from William Regal.

As soon as Dean spotted Roman, he walked over to him and wrapped his arms around his waist. "This is amazing babe. Great turn out, don't you think?"

"Absolutely." Roman nodded and wrapped an arm around Dean's shoulder's.

Dean could tell that Roman was thinking deeply about something. It concerned him a bit. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. I saw you met William Regal." Roman brought the glass cup that was in his free hand up to his lips and took a sip of the cool liquid.

Dean smiled and kissed his fiance's cheek. "Roman Reigns, are you jealous?"

Roman immediately huffed. "Not even. I was just commenting what I saw."

Dean frowned. Roman was acting suddenly weird. "I love you. You know that right?"

"Of course I do." Roman answered honestly. "What do you say we take a trip."

_Well that was random._ Dean thought. "A trip? Where?"

Roman shrugged and kissed Dean's forehead. "Where ever you want. You're gonna need some inspiration for new paintings. Where do you want to go?"

Ambrose put Roman's weird behavior aside and thought about the question. Roman wasn't wrong when he said he needed inspiration. He thought until one place came to mind. "Anywhere?"

"Anywhere."

"Uhh, Rome, Italy?" Dean has always wanted to go there.

Roman smiled. "Rome, it is."

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**A/N: Thoughts on Roman's sudden insecurities?**

**Is William Regal next to cause trouble for the couple?**

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	21. Chapter 21

"I can't believe we're in Italy." Dean said in awe as they placed their suitcases down. They had just arrived in Rome, Italy and were now settling into their hotel that was very beautiful in its own right.

"Are you excited to explore this place?" Roman went over to Dean and wrapped his arms around him.

"Definitely." Dean nodded and smiled. The smile disappeared though. "I called William Regal before we left the house." Ambrose sighed when he saw the anger in Roman's eyes. "Calm down. I just called to tell him that I was not going to England. I told him I appreciated his offer but I turned it down."

Roman frowned. "Why did you do that?"

"You're seriously asking me that question? You were ready to rip his head off at the grand opening. Don't deny it."

The bigger man sighed. "I'm not denying it but Dean, this would be a great opportunity for you to get your work out there, globally." Roman doesn't deny that he's jealous of William and he doesn't deny that he's afraid of Dean leaving him for someone better, like William. He wouldn't get in the way of Dean's success though. He wouldn't forgive himself for that one.

"I know but I won't do it if me spending time with William upsets you. Besides, many other offers will come up, I'm sure."

"I don't want to get in the way of a good opportunity, Dean. Look, I'm fine with it, as long as he keeps his hands to himself and doesn't try anything with you. If he does, I'll kill him." Roman joked.

Dean chuckled and shook his head. "I'm good. All I ever wanted was my work to be shown somewhere. All I ever wanted was a man to truly love me. I've got both. I have you and my own gallery, thanks to you. You're all I need, Roman Reigns. And you are all I will ever want.'' Dean pecked Roman's lips. "You believe me, right?"

Roman immediately nodded. "I believe you." He cupped Dean's face with both hands and kissed him passionately. He heard Dean moan softly as he kissed him back. God, he needed to hear those words. To hear that he was enough for Dean. He truly needed that. His insecurities were slowly fading now.

Dean hoped that he was getting through to Roman. He hoped that made Roman realize that he is enough for him. Dean knows Roman better than anyone and he knew Roman was feeling insecure when it came to William Regal. He didn't want Roman to feel that way. Especially because there was no way that Dean would even look at another man that way. William was handsome but he was nothing compared to the Samoan standing before him.

Dean pulled away from the breathtaking kiss and looked deeply into Roman's eyes. "I love you Roman. I will always love you. We're going to get married. We're gonna have kids, one way or another. We are going to build a family and we're going to grow old together. I want all of that with you and we are going to make it happen." He smiled, showing off those dimples, that Roman had a weakness for.

"I want all that too, baby. I want us to be together forever." Roman let out a shaky breath. He was turning into more of a sap but he didn't care. He and Dean needed to have this conversation. He probably needed it more and he appreciated that Dean was giving it to him. They were on the same page now.

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Hours later, Dean and Roman found themselves at the Trevi Fountain; the largest fountain in the city of Rome. It looked so beautiful; because it was dark already, it looked especially beautiful. They had spent the whole day visiting famous art galleries so Roman thought this would be the best way to end their first day in Rome.

"Wow, this is incredible Roman."

Roman smiled and watched as Dean looked on in amazement. He loved seeing him so happy. As Roman stood behind Dean, he whispered in his hear. "Wanna know something?"

"What?" Dean asked in full curiosity.

"If you throw a coin in the fountain, it guarantees a return to Rome." Roman leaned down to kiss Dean's neck.

"Really? I wanna do it." Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin.

Roman chuckled. "Wait. There's a rule." he stepped to the side and positioned Dean so that his back was facing the fountain. "You need to face away from it and you need to throw it over your shoulder with your right hand."

Dean frowned as he stared at the coin. "Okay then." he shrugged.

"Close your eyes." Roman instructed.

Ambrose sighed. "So many rules." it made Roman smiled. He closed his eyes and threw the coin into the fountain with his right hand. "Done." he smiled and opened his eyes. His smile faded a bit when he noticed Roman looking at him very intently. "What?" he asked softly.

"Nothing." Roman shook his head. "You're facing away from the fountain but your face is still glowing...from the lights." Roman stepped closer to him. "You're beautiful." he kissed his forehead.

Dean couldn't help the blush that was creeping up on his cheeks. Despite being flustered, a yawn escaped his mouth.

Roman smiled. "C'mon. Let's get to the hotel. We need to save our energy for tomorrow. It'll be a brand new day.''

Dean nodded. He laced his fingers with Roman's and they walked off.

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"I can't believe we did that." Seth chuckled and kissed Phil on the lips.

"You don't regret it, do you?" Phil raised an eyebrow.

"Of course not. I was the one who asked you to marry me. I could never regret that. I love you."

Phil smiled. "I love you too."

"So, where are you taking me for our honeymoon?" Seth smiled.

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**A/N: I apologize for those reading Without You. It's on major hiatus until further notice :(**


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