Heavy footsteps splashed through the puddles, the smell of cheap cologne mixed with beer surrounded him. The tattooed man, whose hair was up in a bun, wearing a torn leather jacket, hoisted his bag up onto his shoulder.

He had just gotten off the bus that had taken him to this small town. Saved up a bit of money to get away from all of his troubles his left back at home. He looked like a very dangerous type of guy, glaring at anyone who dared to take just one glance at him. His pistol in the pocket his jacket, ready to use it if he needed to.

Roman Reigns was born into a good family, lived life without a care in the world. His parents raised him very well, got him into one of the best schools in his state, he would never have to worry about going hungry. That was when he was younger. Before finally realizing that everything was not as great as he thought it was.

He never really knew his dad because he was always on business trips and would be away from home for months at a time. His mom never talked about him and would always change the subject whenever he tried to bring it up. Before his fourteenth birthday he found out that his dad had an affair with another women, when he was only a few years old. His parents didn't end the marriage, wanting to continue it for his sake. They didn't realize how much it was hurting him.

After discovering the truth, he closed himself off from them, from the rest of his family. In high school he got mixed up with the 'bad crowd', and started getting into drugs. First he got into drinking, then smoking pot, then pills, and coke. He even tried heroin at some point but gave that up real quickly after finding out that one of the guys he used to date had overdosed.

He experiemented with sex, sleeping around with lots of women and men. He had toned it down a bit after dropping out school. None of them had ever wanted to really go very far with him, except one that did like to be tied up but that was about it. They could never satisfy his other needs, desires that he had.

Some years after dropping out and getting into a life of making money by selling drugs, he met up with a guy, who went by the name Viper. His real name was Randy Orton. He helped him get his first car, find a job at their local grocery store, and got him initiated into the biker gang that he was in.

It was all going good until he and some other members of the gang had killed someone. Ended up hitting the guy the wrong way. They threw the body into the river, fleeing the scene. Roman had may have had a small role in hurting the man and helping with deposing of the body, but he knew he could still get into trouble. So, he took whatever money he had left, packed up and left the big city.

Now, here he was in small town out in the middle of nowhere. He was getting soaked from the pouring rain and had just smoked his last cigarette. Needless to say, he was pretty pissed about his situation. He didn't have no place to stay and would have to probably sleep somewhere on the streets tonight.

He stopped by near a small bar, figuring that he might as well have a few drinks until they closed for the night. He sat down at a table ordering himself a pint of beer. There was a small stage near the back of the bar and currently, some guy who was wearing a long scar and playing a guitar was on.

"Hello my name is Elias, and I would like to welcome you all to this dump of town."

Roman had to agree with him on that one. From what he had seen the place looked like it had seen better days, but was now looking like a tornado had struck it. Looking like the apocalypse.

"Now, I'm all of you drunks are tired of hearing me singing, right? So, I would like to introduce the star for tonight, the prettiest slut in this city. Maybe if you're lucky he might take you home with him and make you feel good."

'Well, this should be good.' Roman thought, taking another sip of his beer. He heard Elias announce the name of the person, Moxxie, which he figured was probably not the guys real name.

He looked up and his eyes were met with a very lovely sight. Fishnet stockings covering long slender legs, black pump heels, a short, red leather skirt that left nothing to the imagination. A corset with lace in the front that made the man's waist even more slender. The guy had nice body and Roman wouldn't mind wrapping his arms around that waist, slamming him into the wall, and fuck him until he made him see stars.

He also had a pretty face too. His lips were blood red. Black eyeliner surrounding his baby blues that lured him in. Hypnotizing him. Short auburn curls that looked so soft with black rose in them. Moxxie noticed Roman staring at him and he blew a kiss to him.

He watched him as danced on the stage, so seductive like, so very beautifully. He danced around the pole, sliding his body up and down, wrapping his long legs around it. His voice was raspy, but it sounded amazing to him. He bent over on his hands and knees, the skirt exposing that nice ass of his.

His breath hitched when he the panties he was wearing. He wanted to rip them off, and fuck into that tight heat of his. He was hooked. He wanted to, needed to have him.

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After putting on show for the small crowd of people, Moxxie, real name Dean Ambrose, headed backstage. He sat back on the small couch, taking a drag off the cigarette. No one had really noticed him tonight, except for the brooding, tattooed stranger in the back. He had never seen him around before and upon seeing him, took a slight interest in him.

He looked to very tall, had some nice muscles on him, a gorgeous mane of black hair and beautiful grey eyes. Dean could by the looks of him that he would him for a ride, set his soul alight.

He had been living in this town, ever since he was a small child. He lived with his mother who hardly ever did much for him, letting him starve most days, letting some of her boyfriends have their way with him. At a young age he started prostituting. Selling his body for money. He lived in a very rundown apartment and the only friend he had was Seth.

He had never really been with anybody, had nice fuck here and there, but none could bring him the pleasure he wanted. No one could ever give him what he truly desired.

He put the cigarette out, got up and headed towards the front. He peeked from behind the curtain, seeing the stranger who was still there. He smiled to himself, walking over to him.

Roman looked up seeing Moxxie headed his way. He straightened himself up, preparing himself for the conversation he that was coming. Looks like he might be getting lucky tonight.

"Hello there gorgeous." He said, winking at him.

Dean chuckled, sitting himself down with him. He placed a hand on his shoulder, scooting up closer to him.

"Hey. Never seen you before. You're not from around here, are you big dog?"

Roman raised his eyebrow. "Big dog?"

"You were eyeing me like a wolf eyes its prey."

"Well, how could I not? You are a very beautiful creature." He risked a move, stroking the soft curls. "A black rose."

"Hmm?"

"You have a black rose in your hair. You know what they symbolize, right?"

"Death."

"So why are you wearing one? Do you have a death wish tonight, sweetheart?"

"Maybe I do. There's death all around me in this town, so why not?"

"You should take me home with you then. We could both fulfill our one desire."

"And how do you know what it is that I need? We'd just met and you already think you can satisfy me."

"Baby, I can tell that you and me are alike. That we both have just one wish. I give you what you need and you can give me what I need." He said this as he brought up a hand to Dean's throat, pressing slightly on it. He wanted to bite into it, mark him up. Wanted to choke him, feel him squirming underneath him and see the fear in his eyes.

"Okay, easy there tiger. Need a safe word for that." Dean removed the hand that was around his throat. He leaned forward, giving Roman a light kiss. "My names Dean Ambrose."

"Roman Reigns."

"Roman…tonight is going be the best night of our lives."