Hello everyone! I'm going to attempt to tackle a multi-chapter story, as part of a request for the ever wonderful chanelle13. (First request! Yesss! XD) So here I am. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: The normal legal mumbo jumbo. I don't own anything but maybe part of the story idea. I'm not making any money off of this. (I wish. Maybe I'd be able to afford WrestleMania Tickets then.)
A Little Warning: It is slash, so for those of you who don't like that... best be turning around. Everyone else, here it is!
Dean flinched, already knowing a handprint would be left as Seth pulled his hand away from hitting Dean's face. His other hand had a tight grip in Dean's short hair, holding his head up off of the ground.
"I'm better than this!" Seth told him angrily. "I'm better than you Ambrose!" He slapped Dean across the face, and Dean grinned, inviting Seth to hit him again. "You're FBI, and that makes you nothing but a filthy pig Ambrose. You're not even good enough to kiss my ass!"
"And yet I've done that," Dean smirked, unwilling to go down just yet as his likely to be ex-boyfriend taunted him.
Seth looked like he was going to hit Dean again, but he just shook his head. "You're pathetic Ambrose. You never know when to shut up." He punctuated each word with a slap to Dean's face, and Dean imagined the skin had to be bright red by now.
Seth was right though; he didn't know when to shut up, because he smirked at Seth, and he spoke again. "At least I know how to hit someone though. I've had little girls hit me harder."
"You want me to hit you again? Huh? Is that it?" Seth balled a fist, striking Dean with a sharp jab to the side of the head. "How's that? You still want more Ambrose?"
Dean was seeing stars, his vision pulsing in and out in time with his heartbeat. But he wasn't unconscious yet, which was what Seth was going to need to make him be if he wanted him to shut up. "That all ya got?" Dean mocked, though his voice was slower than before; it was harder to focus on speaking.
"You're unbelievable Ambrose. Fine? You want this so bad?" Seth hauled him up so he was resting on his hands and knees, slapping him one last time. "Here ya go."
Dean struggled to get out of the way, but he was too dizzy from past abuse to move, and Seth ran back, coming back and bringing his boot down onto the back of Dean's head, sending him crashing face-first into the unforgiving hotel room floor. Dean's world faded out for a moment, but Seth came back and grabbed ahold of Dean's hair, his face close to Dean's. "And in case you hadn't figured it out yet? I'm breaking up with you." He then kicked Dean in the back, pushing him back down to the floor. Dean managed to turn his head to watch as Seth left the hotel room, and then Dean's world faded as he let unconsciousness overcome him.
Roman woke as Dean sat up in panic, breathing heavily. Looking over, Roman saw that Dean's eyes were wide, and though it was dark Roman wanted to say he saw tears on Dean's cheeks. He didn't mention it, knowing that Dean disliked people seeing him crying; it was better to pretend like it didn't happen. Roman just moved closer to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around him and gently kissing his neck. "Bad dreams?" He murmured. It wasn't uncommon in their line of work; there were plenty of experiences that left them scarred, if not physically.
Dean nodded tightly. "I just keep remembering that night."
Dean didn't even have to tell him what it was. Roman knew. Dean had told the story a dozen times, of how Seth Rollins's abuse had finally crossed the line, his hatred for Dean boiling over before their breakup. Rollins had been lucky he hadn't broken Dean.
Roman had been tempted to hunt Seth down after that. He'd only been work partners with Dean for about two months at the time, but it still had hurt him to see Dean in such emotional pain. It had been difficult to see such a strong man broken. Roman was there for Dean to fall back on though, and in the following two years they'd grown closer—something Roman certainly hasn't expected. He'd only ever liked women up until that point, but at the same time he was only interested in Dean. He'd tried to look it up online but it'd confused him more than anything, so he'd decided to simply leave it alone, content in his love for Dean, and Dean's love for him. The other man didn't admit it much, but Roman knew.
He spoke to Dean now though. "I never figured out why you didn't turn him in," he murmured, kissing Dean's head again. Roman didn't have to ask or say who he was speaking of; they both knew it was about Seth.
Dean shrugged, slowly relaxing in Roman's arms. "I told you before. I didn't want people knowing I was in a relationship with a guy."
"Yet you're okay with people knowing about us." They'd had this conversation hundreds of times. It calmed Dean down though, and that was all that mattered.
"You're better than he was. And he had the criminal background. You know I could have lost my badge for hanging out with a felon."
This was a new development. Roman kissed Dean's neck, feeling Dean slide closer to him as Roman rested his head on Dean's shoulder. "You never told me he was a felon."
Dean nodded tightly, and Roman saw Dean's hands tighten their grip around the sheets. "He was in for selling drugs. Got out early on good behavior."
"What kind of drugs?"
"Cocaine mainly. Some heroin too. Really expensive shit." Dean fell silent. "I knew it the moment I started dating him he was gonna be trouble. I did a background check as soon as I met him, but I still started dating him anyway." Dean sighed before laughing bitterly. "I make fun of people who think criminals reform themselves, yet for the time I dated him, I was one of those people. I thought he could be better."
Roman simply kissed Dean's neck again. "It's not your fault. People do all sorts of things for love."
Dean turned around to kiss Roman softly. "Stupid things."
"It's not stupid to try and hope for someone you trusted." Roman kept his arms around Dean as Dean relaxed back against his shoulder.
"I shouldn't have ever trusted him though," Dean pointed out.
Roman once again nearly suggested therapy as he usually did, but knowing that it just led to an argument and one of them sleeping on the couch, he just let it go. "There's nothing you can do about it now," Roman reminded him.
"I know. Hindsight is twenty-twenty and all that. Still doesn't change the fact that I feel like shit anytime I think about him."
"Don't think about him then," Roman suggested, pulling them down so they were both lying on their sides. He ran his fingers through some tangles in Dean's short hair. "Just forget about him."
"That's brilliant Roman. Real quality advice right there," Dean said sarcastically, rolling over to glance back at Roman in the darkness of the apartment. "Had any other stroke of genius lately?"
"Shut up," Roman muttered halfheartedly, not really meaning it. "Go back to sleep. We're getting a new assignment tomorrow, and I don't want you nodding off during the meeting."
"I don't pay attention at those things anyway. That's what I've got you for."
"Dean."
"What if the nightmare comes back?" Now Dean sounded vulnerable, something that was always unsettling for Roman. Dean was always tough as nails.
Roman knew he had to be strong for Dean though. He just rested his head in the crook of Dean's shoulder. "They're not coming back. You're not going to have to deal with him again. Ever."
A/N: Hope you liked it so far! Reviews are always welcome/appreciated. :)
