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I do not own any of the WWE characters, they are owned by WWE.

Warnings:

Contains slash and will be rated M. More warnings may apply at later chapters…

Ambrolleigns!

A/N:

Hate and haters have no place here. I will not address hate in any form so keep it to yourself in the first place and never visit any of my stuff again. Thank you.

Due to popular demand I split Aiga into two parts. Too many hurt feelings for some readers otherwise...

Chapter 1

Roman knew the scent of bleach. He cleaned the kitchen at work with it every now and then and it was embedded into his brain. But why it came out of his bathroom now he had no idea.

The door was not completely shut so he pushed it open a little wider and found his husband deep into concentration. His tongue stuck out a little and he was working with absolute care on the person in front of him.

Husband. The word sounded still so new in Roman's mind. They had gotten married only weeks before. The ceremony had been small and they had celebrated with their closest friends and part of Roman's family at the Aiga afterwards. But everytime Roman looked down at his wedding band his heart beat faster and when his eyes caught a glance of Dean the little butterflies in his tummy started to spread their wings.

They lived a good life, bodering perfect most of the time. A happily marriage, a kid…well young man now in their care, a successful business. Yes, Roman certainly felt like they were living the dream. Well, as long as Seth didn't complain about something in that whiny voice he had down so good. And as long as Dean didn't go behind his back about stuff they had talked about…

"Don't put the bleach on other strands Dean!"

"Kid, I try." came the grumpy comeback.

"Why on earth do you support this?" Roman asked and Dean dropped a blop of bleach on Seth jeans.

"The kid asked me." Dean shot back not really eager to defend himself.

"I asked for booze, women and drugs as well. He denied me those." Seth pointed out helpfully but Romans gaze only darkened.

"Dean. We go visit colleges at the weekend. Don't we want to make a good first impression?"

"Why do you think I am bleaching his roots?" Dean rolled his eyes over dramatically. Sometimes Roman was so blind. Dean did everything so Seth would make a good first impression. Roman was just so uptight sometimes. The two toned hair was the problem really.

"You two are unbelievable." Roman shook his head.

Seth lived with them for close to nine month now. Dean had brought him home after the homeless kid got beaten up. At first they had shared Romans old, cramped apartment but for four month they lived in a town house now and Seth occupied the space above the garage. And Deans and Romans sex life was back now that the kid didn't live in the next room anymore. The kid had turned 18 weeks ago so really not a kid anymore, but the nickname was still used.

"We are irresistible." Dean shot back and Seth slapped his arm.

"Ewww. Maybe you are. I have my eyes on that new waitress you hired."

"Emma. Yeah. She is cute. Guess you two would produce a nice litter of cuddly little puppies."

Another slap landed on Deans arm.

"Do that again and I mess up your hair!" the older man warned and Seth leaned back and behaved.

Dean and Roman shared a look over the kids head and before long Roman stepped into the room and kissed his husband right over Seth head.

"Ewww." He tried to slap Roman but the Samoan had anticipated it and grabbed his hand.

"Don't or I tell Dean about the tattoo."

Laughing Roman left the room when Seth just gasped and Dean's eyes landed on him.

"What is he talking about Seth? What tattoo? We talked about it. No tattoos. Seth!"

The young man jumped up and ran out not taking his chances with Dean.

Dean stood there for a moment before he walked out of the bathroom as well getting rid of the gloves he wore on the way out. He found Roman on their bed his back popped up against the wall, a smirk on his face. His arms were crossed over his broad chest and his tribal tattoo was on full display.

Dean jumped onto the bed beside him missing him only by mere inches. He raised one leg to straddle the big guy and then he crossed his own arms over his chest. His t-shirt strained over his chest now as well. He worked out with Roman two or three times a week and he was chiseled to perfection. Not as bulky as Roman but nicely defined pecks and a six pack with muscled arms were the result of the training.

"Didn't we talk about tattoos?" Dean growled but his left hand itched to follow the lines of Romans tribal tattoo.

"Didn't we talk about the hair?" Roman replied not impressed in the slightest by the scowl on Dean's face.

The scowl depend now and Roman could feel that Dean's legs grabbed tighter around his hips and his ass pressing down on his lap. Oh yeah, and Dean got stronger legs now as well and he made good use of them right now.

"We need to overthink our parenting." Dean told him in a low voice while he started to grind his hips against Romans.

The Samoan laughed out loud and that was the ultimate buzz kill for Dean. He got off of Roman and leaned next to him, pouting.

"Don't pout Dean. The boy is 18. We can be glad he listens to some things we say. He doesn't need parenting he needs friends to steer him in the right direction." Roman turned towards his husband and shoved his warm hand under Deans t-shirt rubbing small circles on his stomach.

"I didn't know you wanted a child." Roman breathed into Deans ear.

"I don't. I like the kid. Only him. Otherwise keep them far away from me."

"What about Belle?"

Dean's face softened. Nikki's daughter Belle was just as cute as her mother.

"Well...but honestly Ro. I don't want a child. Seth...happened. And you are right. He needs friends more than parents."

They felt the bed shake and looked down at Seth who had jumped onto the bed laughing.

"But I do look like a mixture between the two of you depending on what side you look at."

Roman chuckled but Dean kicked Seth.

"You are gross. None of us would want to get pregnant with your hyper active ass for nine month and then press you out through that tiny…" Dean shuddered. He really didn't want to think about childbirth.

"Right now you look like a mix between Roman and a smurf." he told Seth now which was way better than to think about female body parts. And it was true, his bleach was still in the hair and it was blueish.

"Take it back." Seth said and grabbed Deans kicking foot and started to tickle it.

"Let go. RO!" Dean pleaded in between laughs.

"I told you not to spoil him." was all Roman said while he climbed out of the bed and left the two to their playful struggle.

Dean and Seth wrestled with each other until the younger man was on top of Dean and threatened to smear bleach in Dean's hair as well. Dean held Seth hands in his own and struggled against the wiry young man.

Suddenly Seth stopped and stared down at Dean with his huge brown eyes, breathing heavily. Dean didn't understand the sudden change of pace but when his leg accidently brushed over Seth crotch he got it. Seth was hard and his erection pressed against his jeans. And the way his eyes got this panicked look Dean knew there was more behind the boner than an overactive sex drive of the young man.

Seth blushed, clearly reading Dean's thoughts on his face, ripped his hands out of Deans hold and left the room quickly. Dean let his head fall back on the matrass and he blew out some air. "Well shit." he whispered.

For now he left Seth alone but he needed to talk to Seth. And to Roman. Well shit indeed.