just a little ambreigns thing i wrote a few weeks ago. i did it on the fly at 2 in the morning, so i sincerely apologize for any mistakes (aka, my writing in general.)
It was appalling.
He really had the audacity, the fucking nerve to blame this shit on him. Like he was so innocent.
Yeah, they both had their moments, but it wasn't entirely his fault.
At least, that's what he told himself.
Seth left. Upped and left, with no rhyme or reason. He turned his back on his brothers, no, scratch that, his business partners. He cut the tie and bought into the evolution of Seth Rollins.
Evolution.
That word. That fucking word. It was like toxic sludge, it tasted bad in his mouth whenever it escaped his lips. They had taken Seth from him. And as much as he hated to admit it, Hunter might've actually won. He has Seth now, anyone with Seth is a winner.
And now, his remaining partner has decided to make him feel like even more of a loser.
"It's all your fault," Roman's deep voice snaps. It was after their match with Cena and the Wyatts, and even though they put on those smiling faces for their victory, they never lasted.
"Shut up," Dean snaps right back, ripping the tape off his hands in the most violent and unnecessary way.
"No," The big man responded flatly. "It's so your fault. I never treated him bad, I never gave him a reason to leave, now did I?"
"I didn't either."
"You did," Roman's own wrist guards hit the lockers with a resounding thud. "You were too...you. You didn't give a damn about us, you -" The Samoan's words were cut off by a deep groan, from Roman's own lips.
Dean had roughly shoved the big man against the nearest wall, and was staring at him with blue eyes filled with hate and fury and...hurt? Roman barely had a moment to process what was happening before a pair of lips were pressed roughly to his. He was still for a moment; Dean initiating affection was a strange and uncommon occurrence, if this could even be considered affection. Roman soon started moving his lips against Dean's, following the younger's hard and almost desperate lead. The bigger man let his hand come up to rest on Dean's waist, and he could feel the tense muscles almost instantly relaxing.
The fight was disappearing.
They continued like that for a few minutes, their lips moving lazily against each other, Dean's hands under Roman's unzipped vest and Roman's on Dean's face. Roman would've stayed like that for the rest of the night, if not for Dean breaking away and resting his forehead on Roman's shoulder.
"Seth's gone." Dean mumbles.
"So I've heard." Roman was never good at lightening the situation.
"Roman," Dean had pulled his head up and was now staring the big man right in the eye. "Seth's gone, alright? I need you."
Roman nodded.
"I need you on my side. I really, really don't want to admit it, but Seth was right when he said I couldn't handle being by myself." Dean's calloused hands were absentmindedly stroking over Roman's sides. "You need to stay with me."
Roman nodded once more. "Alright, I got it." He ruffled Dean's unruly hair affectionately. "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."
Dean just kissed Roman.
it's certainly not the best, and it's incredibly short, but i did my best. reviews are welcomed with open arms.