*Author's Note: a little Roman Reigns x Dean Ambrose one-shot that takes place right after the Fatal 4-Way (that sounds wrong) Payback contract signing. This is my first Amreigns-I hate the way their names are put together 'cause it seems like Dean is on top and not Roman so from now on, I'm calling it Reignbrose (unless Dean ends up being on top, then it's Amreigns, otherwise, I'm calling it Reignbrose). I'm surprised at myself for being able to write this. Recently, I've started a story called "Stab My Back" featuring the Shield and CM Punk that's written in a very unconventional style that has been screwing with my writing skills so writing this is a major accomplishment.

*Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or the characters, if I did, I'd have the Shield back together-Hell, they never would've split apart-same goes for the Wyatt Family and the Cosmic Twins.

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"Dean! God damnit, I'm sorry, okay?" Roman grabbed the younger man's wrist, his fingers gripping it tightly. "Would you just stop for one minute so we can talk?"

Dean turned slowly, his blue eyes wild and as cold as ice. He yanked his wrist out of the Samoan's hand, ignoring the pained look in Roman's grey eyes. "Talk? Talk?! You want to talk now? After what you did? You son-of-a-bitch!" They were at the contract signing and his supposed best friend had almost speared him, then smashed him into the turnbuckle and having a 280-some pound fat ass like him smashing his body into the turnbuckle fucking hurt.

"Dean, c'mon, it wasn't my fault, okay? Seth was the one wh-"

The Lunatic leapt at Roman, growling, making him only stumble back a step or two. "Don't fucking say that scumbag's name!" he yelled-practically screamed-in the brute's face. His hands gripped the other's shirt tightly, wanting to punch and claw at the skin of his face for that mistake.

Those large calloused hands rested over Dean's wrists. The Powerhouse's grey eyes stared right into the Lunatic's, showing no fear even though deep inside him, there was still a part of him that was scared of what the smaller man could do when he lost it. The first thing he saw was a wall of fiery anger that wanted to consume everything and everyone.

But beneath of that anger was something else, something that hardly anyone seemed to notice. Pain…and fear. Everyone focused on the anger because when he was angry, property got destroyed and people got hurt. No one ever seemed to see anything else because of that and it cost them a lot. That is, except Roman and Seth.

Seth was the first one to notice that there was something more under that wild rugged rough exterior and the more time the Samoan spent with Dean, the more he saw the things the Architect saw. Things like want and need and pain and fear. Want for someone to hold him and comfort him and a need to be loved and cared for. Pain for the cruel things others said about him and the things they've done to hurt him. And fear for hurting someone in a fit of rage and getting his heart ripped out of his chest and getting his trust broken by someone he was close to and those he called brothers abandoning him after they've seen how truly messed up he really was.

"I'm sorry," Roman apologized again, unknowingly making that sad puppy face of his at his brother that made people just want to hold him and cry tears of sorrow for him. "Forgive me?"

Dean made a noise between a grunt and a scoff, obviously unhappy with the apology and not wanting to accept it, then released his tight hold on the Samoan's shirt. He walked away to their locker room to grab his bag, his only thought was him just getting the Hell out of there before he did something he regretted. There was a time where he wouldn't even think twice-let alone think at all-about knocking someone into a wall and beating them within an inch of his life. But that was the past and this was now…he couldn't do that anymore. He didn't really know why he couldn't, he just knew he it, and if he sat down to think about it-which would only grant him a migraine-he'd probably say that it had something to do with his Shield brothers…uh…brother.

There was only the two of them now and he hated it. There used to be three, but ever since that rat attacked them and joined those corporate scumbags, there were just two brothers. Him and Roman. Now he hadn't always liked Roman, especially not in the beginning, but the Samoan brute was all he had left now. There was no two-toned asshole anymore trying to force him to be nice to people and make friends and he was perfectly fine with that. He no longer cared about him, except destroying him and dropping his bloody mangled girly body lying at the feet of the Authority-at least, that's what he told himself.

The truth was that he still cared for the World Heavyweight champion-he could deny it all he wanted, but the feelings were still there. Feelings that were destroyed and later ignored completely as they throbbed in a broken mess inside of him. They begged him to piece them together and make the Architect come home, but he never has and never will. He tried to convince himself that what that rat did to him and Roman didn't affect him in the slightest but it was just a lie to get him to sleep at night-not that he could sleep anyway.

"Let's get back to the hotel and clean up," Roman suggested quietly, not wanting to anger Dean anymore in case he'd never see him again tonight. The Lunatic had a habit of running off and bar-hopping until he came stumbling back into the hotel room drunk off his ass and drop right into bed still wearing his clothes. He'd pass out right there on the bed-if he made it that far-and Roman would have to get up and strip him down before tucking him under the covers. He would then wait by his bedside to make sure he didn't vomit and choke on his own puke, then get him some high-quality aspirin and water the next morning for that hangover he was sure to have.

The Samoan cared too much for the younger man, but he couldn't help it. He knew the other needed his love, especially now more than ever because of what Seth did to them-to him. He himself loved their youngest brother and trusted him, even now he still does, but the betrayal didn't affect him as much as it had Dean. The Lunatic tore down the walls around his heart and invited the Architect inside, gave himself up in more ways than one, and that amount of trust he placed in Seth was shattered the moment that steel chair connected with his body.

"Whatever," Dean grumbled, kicking open their locker room door with such force that it smacked into the concrete wall and left a dent where the door handle hit. He walked in and snatched up his bag from the bench along one wall, then walked right back out.

Roman grabbed his bag and rushed after the younger man, not wanting him to get too far away from him in case he decided to abandon his bag and go drinking away his pain. He easily caught up to the Lunatic and walked out into the dark parking lot with him, heading towards the black truck they rented. They usually parked in the most remote places of the arena so the fans wouldn't bother them and so that Dean wouldn't be bothered by all the people.

The two of them climbed up inside the truck, dropping their bags in the bed of the truck, and fastened themselves in. There was a thick silence hanging in the air around them, one that would only get worse and awkward if it continued for too long. Roman wanted to break it, but he wasn't sure what could be said at this point in time, there probably weren't enough words to break the silence and make Dean talk to him. Instead, he started the truck and drove them to their hotel room.

The moment they entered the room, Roman pissing him off more by saying he can't go drinking, Dean tossed his bag and went into the bathroom. He slammed the door shut and stripped off his clothes before stepping into the shower and turning it ice cold. His tired body hated him for it, but he didn't care. There were one too many nights spent taking cold showers and he was just too used to it to think about turning on the hot water.

The Samoan sighed and set his bag down on the only bed in the room. There was some bad booking again, someone sure had a sense of humor, and they got thrown into a single-bed room. He pulled off his shoes and peeled off his clothes, giving Dean a chance to relax, and thought about how he could make him feel better. He was sure the other thought he didn't love him anymore-the Lunatic would never say it, but he was sure that's what he thought. And if it was, he'd just have to make him see that his fat ass was here to stay.

He crossed the soft carpet to the bathroom door where he silently slipped into the room, unheard by the man already in there. He listened for a moment, listening to his brother's incoherent mumbling, then pulled back the curtain and saw the other man there. The younger man was standing under the spray, his head down with his eyes closed and his forearms resting against the tiled wall. His blue eyes turned to glare at Roman as he stepped into the shower with him and the Samoan almost jumped back out when the ice cold water hit his skin, but he didn't. Instead, he reached around the Ohioan and twisted the knobs until the two of them were under a nice warming spray.

"What the Hell're you doing?" Dean asked, watching his brother. He didn't want company, especially Roman's company, at least not right now because he knew he'd end up snapping at the man again and probably hurt him. He usually did when he was pissed off at the two-toned asshole. The larger man shrugged and started washing his hair like he wasn't ruining his shower. "Get out."

The Samoan ignored the command and grabbed his expensive strawberry scented shampoo that he loved so much. He squeezed a decent amount into his hand, reached up, and started rubbing it into his brother's dirty blond hair. The younger man tried to fight it, but he was no match for the fingers that were massaging his scalp-he always had a thing for people scratching his head but it intensified when someone would pet him. The larger man smiled and continued the treatment. He hated the other's unruly wild mess of hair and tried to help him take care of it whenever he had the chance-haircare was kind of his thing.

The shampoo was soon washed out but only to have the conditioner added and massaged into the Ohioan's scalp. By that time, the tense muscles in his body were starting to relax and he wanted to lean back against the larger man. He didn't of course, but he did step closer to make it easier for the other man to work the conditioner into his hair. That was washed out too, then the older man washed his own black mane of hair before he continued working on the Ohioan. He picked up the body wash and washcloth and started washing his body like he couldn't do it himself.

"I can wash myself, ya know," Dean grumbled, trying to snatch away the cloth. It was only pulled out of his reach.

"I know," Roman said, "But you're going to let me do this because I want to take care of you." The serious look in his eyes was enough to make the younger drop the argument that was going to start and he allowed the pampering. The Samoan smiled and began washing his back, making sure to work the muscles there and further help them relax. All too soon, the younger man was leaning back against his larger body, his head on his shoulder and his eyes closed with a small smile on his face.

The Lunatic couldn't help by relax at his brother's magic hands. Why was he even in wrestling? He could've been one of those massage people or something with those hands of his. He didn't like to admit it, but he loved it when the larger man touched him and made him feel better like this even though it was starting to stir up some warm fuzzy feelings in the pit of his stomach. He should probably get out before something embarrassing happened, but he couldn't-wouldn't-move, not even after the hand holding the cloth went past his hips.

Dean's breath did hitch a bit at the touch of cloth to his groin and his hand shot to wrap around the other's wrist, but he didn't force the hand away. His other hand was on the forearm around his waist that held him up, gently gripping it as the large hand continued washing him. Those warm fuzzy feelings continued to swirl and pool in his stomach, making his cock start to wake up at the gentle touches. "Rommy," he whispered, feeling himself start to harden.

"Shh, I'm almost done." The Samoan could feel the other's erection starting to grow, but he paid it no mind as he washed him. He slid his hand away from it and washed the milky thighs, earning himself a quiet groan. He chuckled softly, "Don't worry, Puppy, I'll attend to that soon enough."

The Lunatic Fringe growled at the name. "I ain't a puppy, bas-," he told the other, a soft gasp interrupting him when the hand washing him stroked his cock, "Tard," he finished in a quieter tone. He groaned again when the hand moved away to drop the cloth and shut the water off. Before he could say another word or do anything to make him touch him again, the larger man lifted him up and stepped out of the tub. "Hey, what the Hell're you doing?"

"I refuse to do anything with you in the shower tonight," Roman said, leaving the bathroom. He didn't mind shower sex, but what he had planned wasn't a rough wild romp. No, he had other plans…plans that involved with showing the younger man that he loved him and cared for him.

The two moved into the larger room with the bed where Dean was laid down on top of the covers so gently and carefully that it was as if he was some fragile creature or something. The Samoan was above him, settling in between parted legs, and watched the man below him with shielded grey blue eyes. He smiled softly and leaned down, brushing his lips against the Ohioan's, whispering another apology, "I'm sorry for hurting you earlier, please let me make it up to you?"

Dean yanked the larger man down, forcing their lips together. He knew he'd get in trouble for gripping the black mane of hair desperately like he was, tightening the wet strands around his fingers and digging his nails into his scalp, but he didn't care and at this moment. And Roman didn't seem to either as the kiss intensified, lips parting and tongues twisting together in a fight for dominance.

The Ohioan's grip on his hair hurt and normally Roman would punish Dean for even touching his ebony locks, but he ignored the urge and kissed back just as roughly. He wanted to break away and continue with his apology, but thought it best to let his younger brother have this moment of control so, like the good man he is, he allowed him to dominate the kiss. When they broke away to catch their breath, the smaller man panting slightly, the larger lowered his head and started kissing the pale neck and nipping at the skin.

"Is that a yes for letting me make things up to you?" Roman asked, his deep voice low in the shell of the other man's ear, his breathed words sending a shiver down the Lunatic's body. He nipped the earlobe lightly, then pulled it into his mouth, and started sucking on it. That got a quiet moan from the other-one of Dean's weak spots was the ears. Another was the crook of his neck and his hips.

"Y-yes," the Lunatic stuttered and let out a shaky breath when the Samoan released his ear to kiss down the side of his neck. More kisses and nips trailed down the side of his neck to his collarbone, a particularly harsh bite was placed on the crook of his neck that made him moan again.

"Good," was all Roman said as he continued tasting the flesh beneath him and marking it up with harsh bites every so often. He moved lower with every bite, stopping at the other's nipples to suck one into his mouth and play with it. It hardened with his nips and sucks as did the other one when he moved and wrapped his mouth around it. From there, he trailed kisses and nips down to the younger man's abdomen where he left another harsh bite on the side of his hip.

That mouth was so close to his hardened cock, but completely bypassing it all together as the kisses and nips moved to his thighs. A moan escaped him when the other's teeth bit into his skin again-God damn he loved the bites. His brother's were barely touching him, stroking his sides and one moving to his thighs to hold it in place. "Rommy…please…" he breathed quietly.

Roman glanced up, moving his mouth to the other thigh. "Yes, Puppy?" he asked, already knowing what the other man wanted. The Ohioan's eyes were half-lidded, his pupils already blown with lust, and watching him. They flickered to the swollen cock that was starting to leak its juices over the head. He couldn't help the smile that appeared on his lips. "We've barely done anything yet and you're already this hard?"

The younger man's cheeks turned a light pink at the question. "Sh-shut up, a-ass-hole, and suck it already."

"That kind of talk won't get you anywhere, Puppy, you should already know that."

And Dean did know that, he learnt that lesson a long time ago. He allowed a small whine to escape his throat and asked nicely, "Please, Rommy?" He hated asking nicely and acting like a polite little girl. It just felt weird, but if he wanted anything from the larger man, he had to ask nicely because the other would abandon him in his time of need-it'd already happened a few times because Dean was no patient man and Roman just up and left him to finish himself off.

"Now that's more like it." The Samoan kissed back up the thighs, a hand lightly stroking over the shaft of the Lunatic's cock before sliding to his hip again. He slid his tongue up the shaft, leaving behind a trail of glistening saliva, and lapped up the pre-cum there at the head before he planted a small kiss on it. His eyes focused on Dean's as he wrapped his lips around the head and slid down the shaft, taking the entire cock into his mouth and deep-throated him. He listened to the quiet moans from his brother as he began bobbing his head, his tongue twisting around the shaft.

The Ohioan's hands gripped the blankets beneath his body, his hips trying to thrust up into the other's mouth. He wanted so badly to fuck that cavern, but the Samoan's large hands held his hips firmly against the bed, keeping him from getting what he wanted. That was one of the good things about Roman, he forced him to wait and tested his patience in doing so.

The two-toned asshole enjoyed quick rough fucks that left him breathless and tired. He never really took the time to enjoy another's body, much like Dean who just fucked and left. But that was back before he met the men he called his brothers. Since then, he's been forced to do a lot of things he didn't want or like to do…like waiting for sex. Roman was really good at making him wait to get fucked, the fat ass loved taking his sweet time with everything and the rat he called brother hated it with a passion.

"Rommy," he breathed, feeling himself getting closer to release. All it would take is a short time before his spilled his seed down the man's throat. The coils in his gut were starting to tighten. But the larger man had other plans.

The Powerhouse released the cock in his mouth and turned to his sports bag on the bed, hearing a quiet whine come from his brother. "Patience, Puppy," he said, unzipping the bag and searching through it for what he needed. If they were going to continue, they needed that special strawberry-scented lube to make things a lot easier and more pleasurable-not that taking him without it wasn't good, it's just that this wasn't going to be a rough senseless fuck.

This was going to be one of the best experiences Dean would ever have and Roman wanted to make sure he felt the love the larger man held for the Ohioan. The younger man deserved it. Especially since Roman hurt him earlier-granted, it was Seth's fault he almost speared his brother and then his body crushed his against the turnbuckle, but he still felt responsible.

"Found it," the Samoan said to himself, pulling out the lube he bought recently. He moved back between the Ohioan's legs, settling there. He felt the blue eyes watching him as he popped open the cap on the tube, squirted enough of the clear liquid into his hand to coat three fingers really well, then set the tube aside. "Ready?"

"Skip that and just fuck me already."

The larger man chuckled, then lowered his coated fingers to the smaller man's rectal entrance, circling the tight ring of muscle and teasing the other. The Lunatic gasped at the cold feeling and let out a quiet moan as the first finger entered him. He didn't really care about being prepped, he's done it too many times without lube or anything and honestly, he loved the burning painful sensation. But sadly, Roman hardly ever took him roughly-he was too much of a good guy.

Not too much time later after the first finger was entered, the second and third one were added. In that time, the Samoan had crooked his fingers and slid them along that small bundle of nerves that made Dean go from laying there peacefully to rolling his hips back onto the fingers and moaning quietly. It wasn't long after that, having thought him prepared enough, that the larger man pulled his fingers from inside the younger man, making him whine at the loss.

"Hold on a minute, Puppy, and you'll be filled with something a lot nicer than a few fingers," Roman said with one of those sexy smiles that made girls have dizzy spells. He picked up the lube again and is about to squirt a decent amount into his palm when Dean sits up and takes it from him. He glances at him, seeing a smirk there, and watches as he squirts the gel into his own hand and reaches down. The Ohioan leans up and plants a soft kiss on his older brother's lips as his fingers wrap around the Samoan's hardened throbbing cock and starts coating the member with the gel.

The brute lets himself enjoy the slow light stroking of the other's hand, knowing that it's rare for the Lunatic to be this gentle, especially when he wants to be fucked so badly. The impatience is there in his eyes, the want to just throw him aside and slam himself down on the Samoan's cock, but Roman's lessons seem to be paying off. The younger man pulls back from the kiss, opening his mouth to ask as nicely as possible in a low voice, "Can you please fuck me now?"

The larger man smiles and gently lays the younger back on the bed, moving with him so that he's above his brother again, and returns the kiss. He doesn't answer the question, only guides the head of his aching cock to the Lunatic's entrance and starts slowly pushing in. Hands grab onto him, one on his bicep and the other in his ebony locks, as the larger swallows down the delectable moans from his partner.

Dean hooks his legs around his brother's powerful thighs, pulling his cock into him more. There's pain there, but it's all too enjoyable to cry out and ask him to stop. If he could, he would instead flip their positions and ride the Samoan like there's no tomorrow, but deep inside of him, he doesn't want that right now. He knows what Roman's trying to accomplish and he doesn't want to make him fail…not right now anyway.

The Ohioan pulls back from the kiss to moan at the feeling of being filled completely. He never liked being taken, not ever, but there was just something about Roman that made it okay and made him want more. "Rommy…move…" He was not a patient man so waiting this long was already killing him. "Please?"

A low chuckle rolled from the Samoan's chest and he pressed his lips against the pale neck that was begging to be marked again. He pulled almost all the way out of the Lunatic, leaving only the head inside of him, then pushed back in slowly, starting up a slow gentle rhythm. A whine touched his eardrum and he kissed the neck below him again. He was surprised that his brother had waited this long without trying anything-his lessons were definitely paying off.

"Rommy…please…faster?"

Dean, of course, wasn't going to get that-not yet. Not until Roman found that bundle of nerves that would send him into pure ecstasy and he knew he found it when a loud moan filled the room and those nails dug into his skin. But even after that, he didn't pick up the pace, only made his thrusts harder, hearing more of those deep moans that filled him with pride for being the one to make the younger man make these beautiful sounds. He starts nipping lightly at the skin of the neck near his mouth, not breaking the skin even though he knew the man would love the pain.

They moved against each other, meeting each other with every slow hard thrust, their moans echoing throughout the room. The scents of their bodies, sweat and strawberry body wash combined, filled the air and their nostrils. It only urged them on more towards their climaxes, but neither was ready to let this love-making end no matter how close they were.

"R…Rom…Rommy…g…g'nna..." Dean tried to say, but he just couldn't form a sentence. That was okay, because Roman seemed to know exactly what he was telling him.

The thrusts became harder, the Samoan's large cock pounding into the Lunatic's prostate, sending intense waves of pleasure through the man's body. It was too much when the larger man bit down on the crook of his neck, those perfect white teeth breaking the pale skin and sinking deep into the wound. He came with a cry of pleasure, calling out his brother's name in a broken moan, thick ropes of his seed shooting from the head of his cock and landing on their chests.

The velvety walls clamped down tight on the Powerhouse's erection and a few more thrusts into that tight heat had him coming and coming hard with a near animalistic cry of his brother's name. His own seed filled the smaller man to the brim, so filled that it started to leak out from the sides, and he didn't pull out until he was milked dry.

A small whine came from the Lunatic when Roman pulled out and through his euphoric sex-crazed high that had overcome him, he felt the larger man drop down on the bed beside of him. He forced himself to move, to roll onto his side and snuggle close to his brother. The blankets were forced from underneath them and were pulled over their sweaty filthy bodies, then those thick muscled arms wrapped around him instantly, holding their bodies tight against each other. One large hand started petting the wild mess of dirty blond hair, making the younger man sigh deeply and snuggle that much more closer.

"I'm really sorry about hurting you earlier," Roman said quietly, his voice low. "I didn't mean too and I just…I love you."

Dean smiled at that and raised his head to brush his lips against the Samoan's. "I know, Rommy," his raspy voice was just a breath on the other's lips. "I love you too." They shared a small light kiss before he lowered his head again, resting it on the large chest beneath him. The rhythmic beat of Roman's heart lulled him into a deep peaceful sleep.

The Powerhouse smiled, his hand still petting his love's unruly curls. "I love you more than anyone else in the world, my sweet beautiful Puppy," he whispered as sleep started to pull him into the darkness and under the blankets of dreamland.

~xX-Xx~

*Author's Note: Whoo! Got it typed. It took a lot longer than I thought it would because of a lot of distractions (namely my puppy Lady crawling into my lap and keeping me away from my laptop) but I finally finished it. I started this late Saturday night after watching Thursday Night Smackdown (I didn't get to see it on Thursday so thankfully my cable company replays WWE on the weekends). I apologize if the sex scene itself sucks because it's been a long time since I've written any sort of scene like that (like seriously, a long time).

Hope you enjoyed! Ciao for now, faithful readers! =^.^=