Two

It took a while for Roman's vision to focus and when it did, Dean's worried face was the first thing that greeted him.

"Roman!" Dean thrilled and before the Samoan man could register further, the auburn haired man's lips pressed hard against his.

As if he had been burnt, Roman moved back before a pair of arms went around him. He looked down to find a smiling Emma staring at him with glistening tears in her eyes. "Hey, sweetie. I missed you; I missed you so much."

A firm kiss was planted to her head before he held her tight.

Dean was giving him an odd look and Roman couldn't fault his boyfriend; his reaction to the kiss was unlike him. "How do you feel?"

"Never been better," Roman lied; a part of him wanted to reacquaint his lips with Dean so badly. "How… where's everyone?"

Then it hit him; they were in the castle. He recognised the bedroom with its four poster bed and medieval style decor.

"We're in the underworld?"

Dean was on his guard now. "We're not. Bloomville. I brought the castle up."

Somehow that didn't surprised Roman. "I guess Sheamus had a thing or two to say about that."

"I'm bracing for war with him as we speak."

Roman nodded. Stay out of it, he warned himself. He doesn't want to be held back. "I'm going to bring Emma for a walk."

"That's it?" Dean asked.

"Well, yeah." Then as an afterthought, he added before leaving the room with Emma in his arms, "It's good to see you again, Dean."


"It's good to see you again, Dean."

Roman's words were still ringing in his ears.

First thing his boyfriend had done was pull out of the kiss and then he talked to him as if they were… acquaintances?

What the hell-

"True love," Mark quipped.

And this man… Dean narrowed his eyes at him. Whatever that was bugging Roman had to be from him. "What the hell did you say to him?"

His father shrugged. "Nothing. I asked for his help and he agreed."

"Bullshit!"

"Watch your tongue, boy. I'm in a good mood so I'll let that pass."

"I don't give a damn about my tongue or yours. What's wrong with Roman? That wasn't him!"

"Maybe you ought to ask yourself what the hell were you thinking waging war with the Irish."

"I'm king; I'll do whatever the hell I want."

"Not when I'm back you're not."

Drats! Dean stared at his father as he realised he was right. "Too late. You might as well start preparing. Oh yeah that's right; you forgot I'm a one man army."

"Your cocky attitude is going to land you into an ocean of problems."

"Says the one who has the same attitude."

"Hmmm well I'm not the one whose boyfriend wants to be friends with him," his father taunted him dryly. "Oh. I've said too much."

Friends? Roman? Maybe those words fit in the context of their relationship but they were more than that; theirs extended beyond that of a-

"Cat got your tongue?"

Dean tossed him a warning look. "No. But I'll get yours if you keep flapping those gums of yours."

"Dean, I applaud you for your confidence and haughtiness; it's everything I've wanted in a son but step aside now. I'm back and I'm going to continue with my duties. You can go about doing whatever it is you were doing before you killed me."

The blue eyed man strode up to his father face to face. This old man was playing with more than one nerve of his. "Oh yeah? I was kicking asses before I killed you. I made men bleed. I tore them apart limb by limb. Wanna know how, old man?"

"I think I have a good idea," his father answered with a shadow of a smile on his face. "You don't have to sell your craziness to me, Dean."

"I am not crazy!"

"Fine. Your… wild side."

His chin up, he smirked at his father. "I'm not backing down, old man. This kingdom is mine. I'm going to conquer everything in my path and everyone will fear me."

"Dean, you can conquer everything and anything except your boyfriend's heart. And magic is not going to cut it."

Why did he keep speaking as if Roman no longer loved him? That was not possible in any way. "Roman loves me."

"Oh I agree. Roman will always love you. But sometimes love isn't enough," his father said knowingly. "See you in my court at seven in the morning."

What the hell? Now he was being summoned? "And if I don't show up?"

"Well, we'll just have to see then, won't we?"


Emma had shown Roman where she slept so he stayed with her until she drifted off into dreamland before making sure she was tucked in.

As he stepped outside of the castle, darkness surround him everywhere.

This was probably all this place would be until the war with Sheamus and who knew what would happen then? If Sheamus found a way to retrieve the sword, Dean and any other dark lord would be in big trouble.

Maybe he could travel… no… he told himself he'd stay out of it. Maybe he could suggest to Mark to get someone to travel there to retrieve the sword.

That'd work.

"Roman?"

Roman took a deep break before turning around only to find Dean striding up to him. "Hey."

"How's Emma?"

"She's asleep in her room."

"Well, now that we're alone…" Dean then claimed his lips in a soft kiss.

There was nothing he wanted more than to kiss Dean back but he couldn't. Dean wanted to break free from him and his overly caring ways. And his love wasn't enough either.

This time, Dean pulled away and stared at him. "It's the same thing."

"What?"

"You're holding back. I can feel it." Dean looked deep into his eyes. "Why?"

"You're thinking too much," Roman said, trying to act calm. This connection that they had made it difficult for him to hide. "I'm fine."

"I didn't said you weren't fine; I said you were holding back."

"Can we discuss this some other time?"

"No. Roman, what's wrong? Did something happen down there… wherever you were?"

"Nothing happened. I just realised some things. I saw your father and he asked for my help so I gave it to him."

Dean stared at him for a while. "It's good to see you again."

"What?"

"It's good to see you again. You said that to me as if we were nothing more than acquaintances… or friends."

"Dean-"

"It didn't help with Mark teasing me about it."

"What's wrong with being friends?" Roman questioned.

"Roman, we are friends," Dean answered. "But we're also lovers too and… we're soulmates, Roman. How can you forget that?"

But Roman didn't forget. Maybe his boyfriend would never admit to it but he had certainly hinted or flat out said it a lot about his parental like ways. He blinked back tears. "I'm tired. I'm going to go and rest. Which of the rooms can I-"

"Mine." The reply was firm.

"Right."

His… for now.


Dean stared after Roman until he disappeared around the corner to the hallway.

His boyfriend's soul was restless but why? And that question he had posed about being friends…

"Told you."

His meddlesome old man. "What exactly happened down there?" Dean asked.

"I don't know."

Turning around, he gave him a glare; the dark lord was not in the mood for games. "Liar."

"He wants to be friends," his father stated simply.

"Yeah I kind of get that when he threw that question at me. I want to know why. And I know you know so spit it out, old man."

"I can't. Not my place to say. I'd ask your boyfriend."

Dean was starting to be exasperated with his father. "He's not saying anything."

"Hmmm haven't you learnt that patience is a virtue?" Mark retorted lightly. "Give the man a break; he just returned."

"No. I'm not letting this go. You know what else I'm not letting go? Him. And now that I've declared that, I want to know what your interest is in our relationship. You've been dropping hints left and right-"

"The man gave me his blood to heal me. I owe him. Period."

"His… his blood?"

"How do you think I had the strength to leave?"

Dean let his father's words sink in. Must have been something Mark had said to make Roman agree. There was no way he'd give it up without a good reason. Or… "Did you threaten him?"

"You insult me by suggesting that, son. I gave him my reasons and he agreed. That is all. Why don't you ask him for more details? Isn't that what friends do?"

"I'm not interested in being just his friend."

"Too bad; that's what you'll be eventually."

What the…

"Oops. I said too much." With a patronising pat, his father smiled, "See you tomorrow at seven."

"Tedious old man," Dean muttered under his breath when he turned around.

When he returned to the bedroom, Roman was asleep in bed.

His father's words came back to haunt him, making him frown as he tossed his black trenchcoat and t-shirt aside before climbing into bed, hovering over Roman.

His boyfriend's eyes slowly peeled open. "De.. Dean?" he said sleepily.

"Fuck being friends," Dean huskily informed him before claiming his lips in a searing kiss.

Roman seemed to be in a dilemma deep within his soul before he gave in and returned his affections.


He felt someone kiss him on his cheek and instinctively, Roman knew it was Dean.

This whole drifting thing was harder that he had expected. He had to be tougher with his decision. Last night was a one time affair no matter how much he wanted to hold on to the auburn haired man with that cheeky smile and those beautiful blue eyes. Surely there was a way to-

"I'm late for my meeting with my father," Dean informed him. "Apparently I'll see what happens if I'm late but I don't care. Last night was worth it."

Damn it; Dean was making this so hard for him. "Dean-"

"Now I've got to hear him gloating about the repercussions of not being on time-"

"I can follow you and explain to him," Roman offered. After all it was sort of his fault; they both had their turns to top.

"Our sex life is our business, not his. I just hope no one heard us moaning out loud last night."

Roman's eyes widened; he hadn't thought that far. "Were there guards outside?"

"Nope."

"Oh. Okay that's alright then." Still, he had to explain; he didn't want Dean to butt heads with his father.

Despite his boyfriend's protest, he showered and changed before leaving the room with him.

The moment they entered the granite walled court, Mark looked up from the person who standing in front of him near his skull decorated throne; something about the man's shoulders seemed familiar to Roman and-

"Aaah look who finally showed," the king greeted when he spotted the two of them. "I was just about to send the cavalry to look for you."

Dean rolled his eyes. "There was no need for that."

The man, whom Mark had been talking to, turned around then; Roman could not believe his eyes.

It was Jon.


"What the hell is he doing here?" Dean growled almost immediately, his hand gripping Roman's tight. "You told me disowned this piece of-"

"That's your older brother," Mark pointed out. "I'll have you mind your manners-"

"Manners? Fuck with this-"

"And your language."

Dean huffed. "What is he doing here?!"

"I invited him. After all, I wanted the two of you to meet one another as brothers."

Brothers? Not if he could help it. "Half."

Jon smiled at him widely. "Dean!" Then his smile changed a little when he saw Roman, almost bashful. "Roman!"

The asshole. "Where's your darling Leakee?" Dean quizzed pointedly.

"He's at home. I'm only here for three days to assist Father with something."

Dean strode up to him, swagger in his steps. "Assist? You never liked being a dark lord. Now you're keen to participate in activities?" Then he smiled when remembered where a certain someone was. "Leakee's at home? Bet he doesn't know what you're doing now, does he?"

"No-"

"At least Roman and I are honest with one another. You're living a lie."

Jon hung his head down in shame.

Dean didn't buy it though; this man had no qualms about lying to his boyfriend. He doubt he had regrets over those lies either.

"I'm assisting Father with retrieving back a sword," the traitorous man continued, "A powerful sword that can kill our kind. It's an important task."

"You should have come earlier, Dean," Mark added. "I would have given it to you instead."

Dean clenched his fists, wanting nothing more than to hit Jon's face.


Roman couldn't bear to watch what was unfolding before him any longer. Maybe one more time helping him wouldn't hurt… "Mark," he called him softly. "You remember our deal. You know why I did what I did down there."

To his credit, Mark didn't deny those words. "I do."

"Then don't you think Dean ought to be the one leading? I'm sure he's more powerful."

A smile slowly spread on the king's face. "Loyalty was always your strongest quality." His eyes were now on Dean. "Dean, I'd like you to lead the expedition."

His boyfriend's eyes shifted between Mark and him then, narrowing in suspicion.

"Drew, bring my son over to the trunk," Mark continued before leaving the court. "See if he wants anything."

Dean followed behind Drew toward a huge wooden trunk at the corner.

The Samoan man felt a pair of eyes on him then and realised Jon was gazing at him. "Yeah?" Roman asked. "Something I can help you with?"

"I've never seen Dean look at you that way before," Jon commented with a slightly amused look. "You should have seen his face when he saw you exchange words with my father."

"What do you mean?"

"He looked disappointed… with you."

A/N Jon's back and he wants something. Thank you for giving this story a chance. I appreciate it.