*Author's Note: Sorry it took awhile, but I've written the second chapter. I was having a little dillema with how far this story is going to go, but more on that at the end of the chapter. Sorry it's a little short, but I thought it'd be best for this to be as long as it is.

~xX-Xx~

Roman was there on the ground, kneeling, holding a small black velvet box in his hands. He opened it slowly, eyes focussed on the man's before him, and he revealed the contents of the box.

Inside of the box, sitting there for all the world to see, was the most beautiful ring Dean had ever seen. It wasn't a large diamond ring that women usually get, but a more humble, modest ring for a man. The band was white gold, shinging brightly even though it was night out, with a simple array of stones across the top. There were five stones in all, a diamond in the center, followed by a light blue sapphire on either side, which was then followed by emeralds on the sides of the sapphires.

At the reveal of the ring, a question followed, one that a man in the Samoan's position asks when they're really serious about the person they love. "Dean Ambrose, my best friend and lover, will you give me the honor of marrying me and becoming my crazy companion for the rest of our days?"

There was silence from the Ohioan as he stared at the ring. His heart was beating fast now in his chest, pounding against his ribcage almost as though it wanted to break free and fly away. This was a scary thing, honestly, because he never thought anyone - let alone a very beautiful Samoan like Roman - would ever want to marry him - a scumbag who drank too much and cursed and couldn't manage to keep himself looking all that great, not to mention the fact that he scared people away with his violent fits of rage.

But the question was asked, it really was, and there was only one thing to say. He just had to get the courage to actually say it, so, he gulped down the knot in his throat, took a deep breath, and with a shaky voice, answered the question. "Y...yes..."

Roman smiled, his heart starting to beat harder too. He took the other's hand after removing the ring from the box, and slid it onto the ring finger of the left hand. "I love you, Dean."

A light blush filled the younger man's cheeks and he looked away, embarassed. "I...I l-love you t-too," he said, his voice stuttering more. He was feeling awkward, not a bad awkward but a good awkward, and not really uncomfortable, but not really comfortable either. It was just so weird, this whole thing, almost like a dream, and it was making his nerves rattle. He was happy, though, really happy that Roman wanted to marry him, but he was scared too that his brother wouldn't want this to last.

His thoughts were running wild, his feelings too, and to shut everything up, he pulled the elder brother to his feet and practically slammed their faces together for a kiss. Arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and the kiss turned passionate. The two lazily fought for dominance, tongues dancing and sliding against one another, as they held each other close.

When they ended the kiss, they were both breathless, panting as they rested their foreheads together. "I love you, Dean," Roman says quietly, voice low, "You're the best thing to ever happen to this world."

Dean shook his head at that, not agreeing with the man. "Naw, man, you are. Fuck, you're the greatest thing ever in the universe. Only one who ain't stabbed me in the back and left me for dead."

"I would never do that, Dean. I love you and we're brothers. Nothing will tear us apart, I promise and you know me, I never break a promise."

"Yeah I know. You're fucking amazing, man." The younger man smiles and gives him a surprisingly soft kiss on the lips. "So fucking amazing. Like a fucking God."

The elder brother chuckles, the sound rolling in his chest. It wasn't the first time his younger brother called him a God and it certainly wouldn't be the last. "How's about this God takes you back into the hotel room and we pop open a bottle of champange to celebrate our engagement?"

A smirk played on the other's lips and he said, "I'd rather fuck you."

"That can be arranged," the elder replied and pulled the younger into the hotel room.

~xX-Xx~

*Author's Note: The original plan was that this was only going to be two chapters, but it looks like this is going to be extended by another one. I'm unsure if it's going to continue past the sex scene and into the actual engagement and everything or if it's going to stop after the next chapter.

What do you think? Think I should go through the engagement and into the marriage? Or should I stop after the next scene in Chapter #3?