One
"Ouch! Easy there, Roman!"
Roman Reigns gave his boyfriend, Dean Ambrose a look, holding the needle he always used to stitch him up with after a rough fight. "Are you serious, Dean? I haven't even put it through yet."
"I changed my mind," Dean pouted. "I don't want to be stitched up."
"Baby."
"Am not."
"Are too. Dean, I will not have you bleeding all over the carpet."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Okay then. I'll bleed all over the couch then."
"No. You're going to suck it up and let me do my job."
"I thought your job was to teach children."
"Yes and this is my other job. Maybe even something I'd consider overtime."
"I can pay you overtime."
Roman raised an eyebrow. "Can you?"
"Sure. I'll let you top."
"That doesn't count, Dean. I top most of the time."
"I'll give you a blowjob and-"
"Something non sexual would be nice. Let's just go out to a nice restaurant for dinner. How about that?"
"Roman…" Dean whined. "That's your thing. You know I love beer and pizza."
"And I love that too but it'd be nice to just do something different, you know."
"You've been spending too much time with Jason and Chad."
"Dean!"
"What? It's true."
In response, Roman pierced the needle through causing Dean to wince, "Son of a bitch!"
"What was that?" Roman repeated.
"Nothing," came Dean's quick reply.
Friends since fifth grade, lovers since senior year in high school, Dean and him had come a long way since then. After defeating an ancient prophecy because of their love sworn through time forever bonded as soulmates, they graduated high school and left their old town, Lakeview hand in hand, living in Milwaukee for eight years before moving to New York where they had been settling down for over five years now.
While Dean had trained with Roufusport MMA Academy, Roman majored in teaching English with a minor in Theatre Arts at Marquette University before securing a job at Hampton Public School. A long time ago, he dreamed of being a movie director but thirteen years later, he knew better… that he was already living his dream of being with Dean.
"There," he murmured, cleaning up on the stitch. "Nicely done."
"Hmmm… so blowjob?"
Roman gave him a look. "No. How about you take a shower and we'll grab something to eat at that bistro across the street?"
"Fine," Dean complained. "But I'm only going to shower if you join me."
"I can do that."
Never ceased to amaze Roman how much he couldn't get enough of Dean. It was also a wonderful feeling, knowing his scruffy love felt the same. After a quick shower and a fresh change of clothes, the two men locked their door behind and headed for a late night meal.
Frankie's was a twenty four hours bistro which had just opened a week ago to Roman's delight since he was always looking forward to try new cuisines. He was surprised to find the place empty with the exception of a waitress who led them to a table for two by the window.
The bistro was decorated in white and pale blue wallpaper and wooden furnishings. Menus were presented in a long cardboard.
As Dean scanned the menu, Roman admired him discreetly. With his blue eyes and moppy auburn hair and scruff, Dean hadn't changed as drastically as he had thought he would since high school. Granted, he was still rebellious and stubborn but he had matured in some retrospect and his heart was always in the right place.
Now working full time as a fighter for Uppercut MMA, he spent his time training and preparing for his matches. He was - after tonight's fight - next in line for the light heavyweight championship belt.
"Checking me out, babe?" Dean drawled.
"You'd wish," Roman countered.
"Mmmm… every damn day."
Roman chuckled. "Good to know."
The waitress approached them for their order. "What can I get you tonight?"
"How about you, sweetheart?" Dean flirted leaning forward with his chin resting on his right hand, dimples on display. "Can I get you?"
Roman kicked him beneath the table.
The waitress, a blonde with blue eyes, giggled. "Oh I'm not on the menu."
"Awww, you should be."
"Mushroom ravioli and a Perrier," Roman ordered.
Dean grinned cheekily. "Your supreme pizza and a beer."
The waitress wrote down their orders, promising to deliver it soon, blushing no doubt because of Dean's teasing.
"You're going to pay for that, Dean."
"Oh don't I know it."
"You're going to be getting your desserts tonight."
"I don't mind getting whipped."
"We don't have a whip, Dean."
"We'll use my belt then."
"Someone save me," Roman groaned. "I'm dating a masochist."
Dean rolled over in bed the next morning, his arm around Roman's waist and a leg jammed in between the Samoan man's. Weekends usually meant chores in the morning and sex in the afternoon and night.
It was a nice routine, one Dean always looked forward to except when he had a fight. Then sex was off cards and chores were solely on Roman. He was lucky to have Roman in his life. Lucky that he was supportive of his career, that he understood the cons of fighting professionally.
Roman was a beautiful man, inside and out. It was something Dean had always known way before they both discovered they were soulmates where once upon a time in the beginnings of their old town, they were Jon and Leakee whose love was strong enough to overcome evil lurking.
They both had a tiny crescent mark between their index and middle fingers; Dean had his on his left hand, Roman had his on the right hand.
They used to have a markings on their necks as well that used to burn when they were missing one another, searching for one another or were in danger. Once Dean's training had started, they made the decision together to remove it due to the nature of his profession.
Roman had been a bit more sad than Dean when they removed it with Himalayan sea salt. Dean remembered assuring him that nothing would change. If they weren't soulmates, the blue eyed MMA fighter would wonder why a gorgeous human being like Roman would be so fixated with him.
Whenever his boyfriend entered a room, all eyes would be on him. Roman had the presence and charisma; he also had the smoldering look with his long raven hair, striking grey eyes, neatly manicured moustache and scruff and that chiseled jawline.
Yet he always looked at Dean with open admiration the way Dean looked at him with stars in his eyes. Their friends, Jason and Chad, had joked with them how sickening it was to see them so in love.
Little did they know the real reason why...
Dean planted a trail of soft kisses on Roman's collarbone, then the side of his neck before he moved to his cheek.
"Good morning," Roman mumbled, stirring awake.
"Good morning." Dean continued kissing him as he slowly rolled on top of him.
Roman had other ideas, flipping Dean beneath instead, holding him tight as their kissing intensified. Dean allowed himself to float in Roman's arms, to let himself be adored the way only Roman could.
His boyfriend pulled away. "Let's shower."
"Now? But babe-"
"I'll soap you up and make sure you're squeaky clean… everywhere."
Dean shivered in anticipation upon hearing that.
And did Roman kept good to his word. He gave Dean one of the best morning blowjobs while Dean clung onto the back of his head underneath the shower. It was only fair Dean returned the favor too...
They were now ready to start the day.
"Cereal is enough for me," Dean said as he turned on the top load washer and took out the liquid detergent.
"Okay," Roman shouted from the kitchen. "I'm having that as well I guess."
Dean poured the pink liquid but to his dismay only a small amount was available, not enough for the amount of clothes in the machine. "Babe, I'm going to buy some detergent. We're out."
Roman was pouring some coffee into Dean's favorite Starbucks mug when Dean entered the kitchen. "Sure. Can you pick up some eggs and milk for me?" his boyfriend asked.
"Alright."
As Dean closed the door behind him, he saw three muscular built men entering the vacant apartment next to theirs with boxes in their hands. Odd, the auburn haired man thought. He wasn't aware that people had come to look at the place, let alone move in.
Their old neighbors, an elderly couple, had migrated to Australia eight months ago and the place had been vacant since.
Well, evidently not now.
A shiver ran through Dean as he walked past the house; something didn't feel right and he had no idea why. The feeling stayed with him even when he returned home with his purchases.
Roman was setting the table. "I made omelettes in case."
"Great." Dean set the groceries on the kitchen counter. "I got those organic eggs you rave so much about."
"They taste delicious. So, our new neighbors seem nice."
Dean almost spat out his coffee. "You met them already?"
"Yeah. They came over to borrow sugar."
So soon? Weren't they just moving in?
"Why do you have that look on your face?" Roman asked him as they sat down at the round shaped dining table.
Dean poured the hazelnut flavored creamer into his coffee. "What look?"
"The kind of look that says something is up," Roman said.
"Well… okay, I know it sounds crazy but something doesn't seem right about them."
"Because there's three of them in one apartment?"
"No. Just the vibe they give off… they don't seem like ordinary folks."
"Seem normal to me."
Of course they would. Roman had a heart of gold; he always saw the best in anyone and everyone. Dean was always second guessing people because he had a hard time trusting them.
No matter what, he was told over thirteen years ago that it was his duty to honor, protect and serve Roman and he intended to see that through. After all, that was what knights do, wasn't it?
A/N Surprise guys! This is just the start and I'm super excited about this one which was why I couldn't wait to release it! I hope you liked it; there's more to come with returning characters as well! :-)