"It's time Dean. Wake up for me little lamb, you have work to do."

Dean groaned as he felt a strong, warm hand rub against his back. "You know, I don't really have to go out there tonight. I could stay back here with you."

"And miss the chance to share you with the world? No, little lamb, you go to work tonight. I will be here once you are done." Bray presses a hand against Dean's back, smiling at the soft rumble that leaves him. "Come, you have work to do."

Dean sighs as he raises up off the small bed. Looking back at the auburn haired man behind him, he studies the silent figure. "You'll be here when I'm done, right?" He frowns when his question is met by silence. Turning slightly, Dean leans forward to look at Bray. "Bray, I swear, don't make me..."

Bray gives him a dark chuckle. "I'll be here, do not worry little lamb. Focus on your match and worry about after...after." Bray ran a hand through Dean's hair, smiling as he leaned into the touch.

Dean sighed as he pressed into the gentle touch, nodding he pulled back. Standing, he stretched out his muscles. "You have the best hands in the world." He grins at Bray's soft huff, chuckling as he reaches for his tank top. "Watch your back while you're back here alone. Don't want to find anymore unnecessary marks on you." Dean grins as he gives Bray a look. "Well, not if they didn't come from me." His grin turns wicked at Bray's nod.

"You better go or we'll end up back in bed." Bray chuckles softly, a blush coloring his already pink cheeks. "Take care of yourself out there, little lamb. Not everyone is as enamored of you as I and I would hate to show them the true error of their ways."

Dean grinned, sucking in a quick breath. "I won't complain. Especially not when you go all like, caveman and shit. You just can't seem to contr..."

Bray moved quickly, grabbing Dean by his waist and pulling him close. He pressed a hard kiss against Dean's lips, a surge of satisfied pleasure shot through him at the others response. Moaning, Bray moved his hands slowly from Dean's waist, sliding them up his sides in a soft caress. "It is time little lamb, time for you to show the world just who Dean Ambrose truly is." He leaned back from the man in front of him. "The sooner you go the sooner you can return."

"Wh-what if I don't want to go right now." Dean whispered, chasing Bray's lips. "Bray..."

Bray chuckled, pulling the broad shouldered man closer. "You will go to work, little lamb, because the reward for your labors will be more than you could have ever expected." Bray felt the muscles beneath his hands flex. The hard body stiffened with desire and he smiled. Pressing a gentle kiss against Dean's neck, Bray whispered softly. "I need you to go to work, little lamb, for you and for me. Then come back to me and let me worship you the way you deserve."

Dean groaned, "I swear if you're not here when I get done, Bray." He blinked at the man in front of him, heart racing at the dark look in Bray's clear blue eyes. "Don't make me come look for you, ok?"

Bray chuckled again. "I will be here..." He was interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

"Mr. Ambrose, you have five minutes until your entrance music begins."

Dean closed his eyes, letting out a rough sigh. "Just tell me you'll be here when I'm done."

Bray nodded, stepping back slowly, he watched as the man before him gathered himself together. The man before him was no longer his little lamb, the man before him was the WWE Champion, The Lunatic from The Ambrose Asylum. "I will see you soon, little lamb. Right now, it is time..."