Used No Longer

by DJFireHawk

Dean Ambrose and Drew McIntyre decide that they're both tired of being used so they walk away from their respective teams to form their own Tag Team. What begins as a business arrangement quickly becomes something far more than either had ever anticipated.

2. Secrets and Tempers

Used No Longer

A/N: Ok…so ya'll seem to be interested in this one so far, hopefully you keep liking it. This will eventually be a sort-of dual relationship with the Dean/Renee marriage and Dean/Drew having their side thing with Renee's approval lol. If I was married to either of them and they wanted to play with each other I'd be all for it as long as I could watch. *Tries, and fails, to look innocent* By the way…Scottish accent is not the easiest to try and write lol.

Warnings: Foul language always lol…and there is sex at the end of this chapter as well…lots of it.

Chapter 2 – Secrets and Tempers

Dean headed out to the ring for Monday night Raw as the first guy out to kick off the show. The interviewer who had replaced Renee when she became a ringside commentator, Charly, was waiting for him in the ring. He just king of strolled down the ramp with his usual swagger and walked over to her, noticing that she seemed a bit nervous to be in the ring with him, he could appreciate how she got right to business though.

"Alright Dean, let's just get right into it. Last week Braun Strowman, Dolph Ziggler, and Drew McIntyre suggested that you're…unhappy in the Shield…that you're being used…that they need you more than you need them. Any truth to these claims?"

"Sorry, you asked me if there's any truth to the things those guys said last week…sure…yeah…there's a lot of truth to what those guys said…I mean…look at it…Seth and Roman are both champions…I have nothing. I was a champion all on my own before, and come to think of it…when I went down with an injury…when I lost a year of my life and career…Seth Rollins replaced me pretty quickly with Jason Jordan now didn't he?"

"That being said…have you ever thought about…leaving the Shield?"

The fans in the arena seemed to be equally divided with Yes chants and No chants as dean waited a bit to let them chant it out before answering the question.

"Sure…I think about a lot of things. I mean, maybe I already did…maybe I already gave my notice…maybe I already turned in my black uniform…"

Dean holds up his Shield dog tags hanging from his neck so Charly can get a good look at them.

"Maybe I don't need these anymore…"

After he says this he takes the tags off entirely and holds them in his hand, playing with them to ease his urge to fidget and pace around the ring like a caged animal.

"Maybe these don't mean as much to me anymore as they used to…hey, maybe on the way here I ran Roman's car off the road and he's not even gonna be here tonight. There's a lot of possibilities."

"Dean, I don't know if you're being sarcastic or not…"

Dean had to stifle the urge to snort out a laugh at that statement. Anyone who knew him well enough knew that he was often sarcastic…and smartassy, and mouthy, and mischievous, and basically a little shit.

"…but people are asking a lot of questions about certain things…"

"What questions?"

Dean interrupts Charly who looks nervous again and he has to suppress the urge to roll his eyes at her. He doesn't bite for crying out loud…well he could but that was frowned upon in the WWE.

"What kind of questions are people askin…are people askin questions like…why, after all this time, am I still in the Shield? Am I gonna abandon them? Turn my back on them? Are people wonderin, are they askin questions like, when is he finally just gonna snap? When's eh gonna get fed up and snap cuz he's a lunatic? Cuz ya'll don't know what I'm gonna do next? Maybe…maybe people are thinkin…that I'm just waitin…for the…perfect…time…nobody's lookin…nobody's watchin…the perfect time…for me to slip…the knife…right in their back. Questions like that right?"

"Uh…actually I was going to say that people were asking a lot of questions about this moment…"

A clip is shown on the Titantron from last week's Raw where Dean hesitated between the two groups before making the choice to return to his brothers in the ring after saying a few choice words to Dolph and Drew. As he answers Charly's next question Dean gets a little heated up and crazy looking, making the fans go a bit nuts too.

"What was going through your mind there?"

"What are you lookin for here? You want me to say something like…let's see…I bet you were thinkin…that I was thinkin…why did I even come back to Raw in the first place? I could be on Smackdown right now doin my own thing. I could be somewhere else entirely. Cuz, from the moment I've come back I've done nothing but clean up my brother's messes. I bet you were wonderin…was I thinkin something like…I'm a little bit sick…and a little bit tired…and a little bit just plain over the Shield."

Dean looked right at Charly as he spoke, his hands doing their own thing and making gestures that seemed to help him start calming back down a bit.

"You can stop trying to understand…and the whole world can stop tryin to analyze me, figure me out, and get inside my head. Why don't you just judge me by my actions? I did what I always do…step up, stand by my brothers, and stand by my family."

Charly opened her mouth to try and talk but Dean wasn't finished yet and kept right on going, pacing around as he spoke to the fans and everyone backstage.

"The Shield, is not a business…the Shield, is not a brand…the Shield, is a brotherhood…and we will ALWAYS ride into battle…together."

Dean went over to the front of the ring and then gave Charly a cheeky little Japanese-style half-bow before climbing out onto the apron, but before he could hop down and head up the ramp Baron Corbin's music started to play and Dean stared up at the stage while playing with his dog tags in one hand and holding his mic in the other. Corbin walked onto the stage and lifted his mic to mock Dean.

"Wow, Dean. That was a really good story about brotherhood…but all I really hear is a bunch of whining. What's the matter? Something gnawing at that little lunatic brain of yours?"

Dean had his feet planted wide apart as he gave Corbin a look of confusion, still playing with the tags in his hand as he spoke up. Unknown to him Drew was watching backstage with his team and having to bite his tongue to keep from laughing at Dean the entire time he was talking, especially his cheeky little bow. The stance he had taken on the apron though had Drew's eyes wandering to the top of that upside down V made by his legs.

"So you like some kind of therapist now…on top of your other day job as the world's largest substitute teacher? Or…are you just a little bit salty because for the last few weeks you've been tryin to put the Shield down…and big 'ol constable…you just can't do it."

"Alright…I'll admit…you guys are tough and my team fell short…but you know what? The Shield wasn't runnin around tearin the place apart, causin chaos, and no cops were called…so I consider that a win…but enough about me, Dean…this is about your opportunity. You wanna be judged by your actions? Well, let's see where you really stand. Tonight I'm gonna give you three options for a match. One, you face Seth Rollins for the Intercontinental Championship…Two, you face Roman Reigns for the Universal Championship…or Three, you go one-on-one…with Braun Strowman."

Dean made a series of faces as the options were listed before turning around to lean with his arms on the top rope and look out at all the fans. Drew watched him, watched how he seemed to be debating internally on what to do, but he knew Dean wouldn't go after Seth or Roman's titles…not yet…it was too soon for them to put their plan in motion. Dean climbed back into the ring, stopping in the middle and looking back over his shoulder a bit with an odd expression as Corbin started talking again.

"What's it gonna be Dean…your brothers…or your career?"

Dean strolled back to the ropes and pointed up at Corbin with a look of disbelief at the guy's audacity, making a little dangling motion with one hand during part of his little speech, complete with a cute little jig…and Drew was almost afraid he might end up biting through his tongue trying not to laugh or react.

"If you think…you're gonna come out here…and dangle some shiny carrot in front of me, and I'm just gonna sing and dance for ya…well you don't know me very well. How about secret option number four? Me…versus you…right now!"

"You almost got me…it's not that easy…but I'll make the choice for you. It's gonna be you versus Braun Strowman…right now."

Dean rolled his mic out of the ring and started hopping around to get himself limber for the match as Braun started stalking down the ramp towards him. Dean had been ready and prepared to face Braun because Drew had given him a head's up that this was part of Corbin's plan for tonight…and he was ready to give it his all and try to take down the so-called Monster among Men. Dean started off doing pretty good by targeting Braun's knee but a nasty head butt had him down and then a big boot to the face made it worse. Braun grabbed Dean's head and started twisting his neck at an odd angle while Dean tried to cause pain to Braun's thumb to get him to let go.

Drew actually winced in sympathy backstage in unison with Dolph who admitted that looked extremely painful…but Dean was fighting back with everything he had in him.

Braun held Dean's head with one hand and then laid hard hits to his chest with the other. He tried to twist Dean's head again but Dean managed to pry his fingers off only to get knocked back down to the mat. Braun propped Dean up in the corner and then ran at him full speed from the opposite corner, 385 pounds collided with Dean's body and left him collapsed on the mat like a rag doll.

Drew and Dolph both shared a wide-eyed look after that one and neither could stop the laughter when Dean went for the beard.

When Braun once again started twisting Dean's head he reached up and started pulling on the larger man's beard hard but it didn't help. Braun was just manhandling Dean, twisting his head and neck into a painful angle, and slamming him to the mat repeatedly.

The expression on Braun's face looked as though he didn't really want to be causing Dean so much pain, and he didn't because he wanted Dean to join their team, but Corbin had probably ordered him to do exactly that. Braun used his hands, one on top of Dean's head and the other under his chin, to make Dean look up at him as he yelled in his face and Drew felt his pants get tight as he imagined seeing Dean in that position in front of himself…preferably in a bedroom.

"When are you gonna learn?! The Shield is never gonna help you!"

He then slapped Dean hard across the face with his full strength and Dean hit the ground before scrambling into the corner. When Braun stepped into his space again Dean slapped him back and was then tossed into the middle of the ring like a sack of potatoes…he actually bounced a couple of times after landing.

Braun lifted Dean by his throat and went to go for another power-slam but Dean held on with a death grip and locked in a choke-hold around Braun's neck that looked like it was working…until Braun threw Dean over his own body backwards and he hit the mat again. Dean went for Braun's leg again and then got him into the corner to hit him with some hard forearms only to get knocked down when he tried to run at Braun…and then Braun jumped down and landed his big booted foot in the middle of Dean's back.

Drew hissed in anger as he watched that part and Dolph looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, but he seemed to buy Drew's explanation that Dean wouldn't trust them or want to join them if Braun put him back in the hospital he'd barely escaped from.

Braun had Dean's head twisted to the side again and then lifted him by his throat to sit on top of the turnbuckle but when he went for another power-slam Dean stuck his thumb in the big man's eye to give himself a breather. When Braun came running at him he pulled the top rope down so Braun went flying out of the ring and into the barricade. Braun climbs back in and runs at Dean again only for Dean to move so Braun slams into the turnbuckle instead. Dean ran at Braun with a forearm blow, and then a running dropkick…and then he got caught again and a big fist slammed into his chest to drive him to the mat once more.

Dean barely managed to pull off a Dirty Deeds and went for the cover but Braun kicked out at a count of two. Braun rolled out of the ring to rest against the barricade so Dean pulled a suicide dive to hit him in the face. Dean launched himself at Braun with fists flying and then when Braun tried to run him into the side of the ring he moved and shoved Braun into the steel steps. The two made it back into the ring and then Braun slammed Dean into the mat hard, but Dean managed to roll himself out of the ring entirely…only to have Braun follow him. He slammed into Dean like a freight train and then threw him into the barricade before tossing him back into the ring and giving him yet another power-slam. Instead of going for the cover he started to lift Dean up again only to drop him as Roman's music blasted out and the man came storming down the ramp.

Drew watches as Dean struggles to get into the corner and tries to stand only to fall back on his ass and just lay there while Roman went after Braun with a Superman Punch and caused Dean to lose by DQ…something Drew knew the other man would NOT be happy about.

Roman went for a second Superman punch only to get caught but he slipped out of the power-slam attempt and then gave Braun a boot to the face, Braun then turned right into a flying knee to the face from Seth. The two men shared a look and then drove Braun out of the ring entirely through the ropes. The two stared Braun down as he backed up the ramp but Seth kept looking back to check on Dean who was trying to use the ropes to struggle to his feet, one hand clutching his back in pain.

As Braun made it to the stage Drew and Dolph came out with Corbin hot on their heels…and he had words to share as always.

"No, no, no, this isn't happening. This is not the Shield's show…this is my show…"

As Corbin talked Dean managed to stumble over to Seth who wrapped an arm around his waist to help him stay upright while Dean threw his good arm across Seth's shoulders and Roman had a hand gripping Dean's other arm around his bicep to lend his own strength. Drew had to fight down a growl that tried to rise up his throat.

"…And since you two…can't let Dean fight his battles on his own…you're gonna get your chance."

Roman let go of Dean's arm so Seth was supporting him entirely and gave Corbin an unhappy look that was mirrored by Seth and Dean, though Dean's face was far angrier than either of his brothers at that point thanks to being disqualified in a match he had a chance of winning on his own.

"Later tonight it's Seth Rollins…versus Drew McIntyre…and Roman Reigns…you're gonna face Dolph Ziggler right now!"

Drew honestly couldn't wait to get his hands on Seth Rollins for being able to have his arms around Dean like that. Roman looked decidedly unimpressed about facing Dolph and turned to check on Dean who was finally able to stand without leaning on Seth, but Dean was not in a great mood at this point. He stumbled back down to his knees again when he tried to move forward and Seth bent over to talk to him and make sure he was ok, but Dean wasn't really paying much attention. Seth managed to help Dean out of the ring and Dean stumbled his way backstage to the medical room so he could get checked out while Roman went up against Dolph. By the time Seth caught up to him he had an ice pack on his upper arm and had just scared the guy away that was trying to check on him. Dean was mostly just muttering that he was fine and it was fine, in response to Seth's questions until he just snapped a bit in his frustration and anger over what Roman had done.

"You alright man?"

"I'm fine."

"That was a fight out there, you ok?"

"It's fine."

"Look, I know it's fine…you were doing great out there…"

Seth paused as Dean threw the bag of ice against the wall where it burst and sent the cubes flying all over the place.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey…relax dude. Look, it's about the war not the battle ok? Roman came out when he had to."

"Yeah…yeah, he sure did."

Dean's face was not one of happiness or gratitude at Roman having come out to rescue him and Seth was looking at him in disbelief and confusion. Seth watched Dean rub his hands over his face and he could practically feel the frustration and anger rolling off of his brother. When Seth spoke again his voice was low and soft and he sounded a bit hurt that Dean was so angry with them for trying to help him.

"I just wanted to check and make sure you were ok…"

"You know, it's funny…I could be Intercontinental Champion right now."

Dean walked away from a very confused looking Seth, neither realizing the whole scene had been played out on the Titantron for the entire arena to see, including Roman in the ring with Dolph. Roman looked just as confused as Seth did but Dolph was looking rather smug. Roman tried to make it a title match but Corbin shot that down and told Roman he would not be having ANY title matches until the Crown Jewel event. After Roman won he went up on the corner ropes to show off his title and noticed a little girl in the audience waving at him so he blew her a kiss before heading backstage.

After Dean had walked away from Seth he'd run into Drew who pulled him into a shadowed area behind a stack of equipment crates and gently pinned him against the wall when he tried to walk away.

"Stay still a moment will ye? Let me check yer back since ye didn't let the medic do it."

"How the hell do you even know that?"

"They showed that little scene you had with Rollins for the whole bloody arena to see."

"Oh joy…Roman's gonna gimme an earful later then. What about you then? What do you want?"

"I just want to check yer back Dean…that stomp from Braun had to have hurt like a fucker."

"Yeah…that one wasn't fun I can tell ya that much."

Dean allowed Drew to turn him around and lift the back of his shirt up to look at his back. When Drew hissed softly and even the gentle touch of his fingertips across the skin there caused pain to flare, he knew it was already bruising up.

"That bad huh?"

"It's already turning colors Dean…ye need ice on it."

"I'll take care of it later when I'm at the hotel."

Dean was leaning on a crate of metal chairs after Drew walked away and holding his lower back, wincing and hissing in pain with every move he made, when Roman walked up behind him and started talking.

"Look man, last week was…it was funny, but…this week…we don't know if you're serious or not man. I just wanna know if you're alright?"

Dean seemed to be ignoring Roman entirely, pinching the bridge of his nose and looking both in pain and irritated now as the scene played out on the Titantron for the fans.

"Ambrose! Are you alright man?"

Roman placed his hand on Dean's chest but Dean hissed in a breath so he removed it as Dean finally turned to him. Drew was watching on a backstage monitor and narrowed his eyes when Roman put his hand on Dean and caused him more pain.

"I'm fine. We're good, we're all good…it's fine. I had him out there. I could have put him away."

Drew agreed with him on that point. Dean had the skill and the sheer stubborn will…he could have pulled off the win given a bit more time.

"You might have…but you could've also gotten hurt. What are we gonna do in Australia without you huh?"

Dean's face took on an expression of disbelief and a sort of dark amusement. Drew shook his head as Roman said the worst thing he could possibly say to a man who was questioning whether or not the Samoan gave a damn about him as his brother. Dean might be saying everything was fine but it was pretty clear that everything was NOT fine, something Drew knew for a fact.

"You know…if I wasn't such a nice guy…I might…be Universal Champion right now."

Once again Dean walked away leaving a confused and concerned team mate in his wake. Roman just watched Dean walk away and then hung his head down to look at the floor as though trying to figure out what was going on in his brother's head, while Drew watched with a satisfied smirk twisting his lips. When Braun and Dolph joined him he lost the smirk and just stared blankly ahead. Dolph started pacing in the background while Braun seemed content to ignore him.

"I'm telling you guys…I'm telling you I can feel it…you saw the look, in Dean Ambrose's eyes…you saw it tonight! This is gonna be the very last night…the very last time you see the Shield as one. I can feel it."

"You know I think Ambrose would fit in perfectly here. Despite the fact that I destroyed him earlier…he's a tough bastard…and when he's not facin' me…well he's a winner…and that's what we need here…we need winners. I need you to go out and WIN against Seth Rollins tonight…and we DON'T need any weak links."

Braun told Drew he needed to win tonight and all-but called Dolph a weak link to his face before walking away, Drew also walking away without ever uttering a single word when Dolph turned towards him next. Drew agreed with Braun on two things…Dean was a tough little bastard…and he did need to beat Seth tonight…but he disagreed on one key point. He didn't think Dean would fit perfectly with him, Dolph, and Braun…instead he thought Dean would fit perfectly with him…in more ways than one.

Seth strutted out to the stage and down the ramp for his match against Drew, title around his waist…and then Drew came down to the ring looking as dangerous ever. The fight was a hard one with the two men going back and forth but to Drew Seth was no match for Dean in the ring. When it looked like Seth was about to "Burn it Down" and hit his big kick move Dolph came racing out and ran through the ring but he never touched Seth…the distraction was enough for Drew to hit his Claymore kick and knock Seth out to get the pin and win the match.

Drew wasn't pleased with the unnecessary assist but when Dolph started attacking Seth he joined in and helped…and then Roman was running down into the ring to come to Seth's aide. When Braun came out it distracted Roman enough for Drew to knock him down and just when it appeared to be a three on two fight Dean came racing out with an axe handle in hand. Dean took out Braun first and then Drew, after giving him an apologetic look first, before chasing Dolph out of the ring only to get railroaded into the barricade by Braun. Braun rolled him into the ring and then Seth attacked Braun only to get a kick to the face from Dolph who then got leapt on by Dean…and then Dean got taken down by Braun and Drew. Dolph held Dean up and hit a ZigZag at the same time Drew did his Claymore kick to leave Dean laid out on the mat as they went after Roman and offered him up to Braun for a massive power-slam. The three men then stood over where Dean and Seth's heads were close to each other, looking down at them and then mocking the Shield with a fist bump over Dean and Seth's bodies.

After getting backstage Drew watched the Shield struggle to their feet and help each other backstage…well…Roman and Seth were leaning on each other while Dean was being stubborn and using the barricade to keep himself upright most of the way up the ramp. The three saw the medic but Dean left first, once again refusing to stay put and be tended to which, honestly, wasn't really all that surprising to Drew by this point. He found Dean in an unmarked dressing room with his head in his hands and locked the door behind him as he walked inside, seeing Dean's head tilt just slightly at the sound.

"Whoever you are I am not in a mood you wanna fuck with right now so I suggest you get back out and get lost."

"I've got a better idea Dean."

"Drew…what kind of idea might that be huh?"

"First thing is that someone needs to make sure ye didn't do any permanent damage out there lad. Secondly…someone needs to fuck the anger out of ye before ye frighten another backstage tech."

"To that first one…I'm fine. I don't need to be checked. I know my own body better than any doctor ever could. Been through CZW Death matches…this ain't nothing compared to that shit. See this scar here at the base of my neck? That thing was a flayed open wound after a match…a few bruises can't do shit man."

"And the second thing?"

Dean gave a dark, humorless laugh that the hair on Drew's neck stand up and goosebumps to raise across his flesh.

"I ain't no bitch…you wanna fuck me you'll have to fight me until I can't fight you anymore…you wanna fuck me you gotta make me take it…cuz I ain't given it up willingly…and I can tell ya right now…it won't be an easy fight."

"Good…I'm Scottish Dean…we love a good hard fight…or a good ahrd fuck…if we can get both…even better. This is not the place for it though."

"I room with Renee usually since we're married but with the mood I'm in she's gonna wanna stay with one of the other girls tonight. She knows not to come near me when I'm like this cuz I tend to get a bit violent and lose control over myself a bit…and I don't wanna hurt her cuz she ain't like me…she can't take the pain like I can."

Dean felt Drew's hands on his shoulders and tensed up, his body preparing for a fight, only to have those hands start massaging his tense muscles and drawing a moan of pure relief out of him that was soon followed by more as Drew's hands loosened the knots in his upper body.

"Fuck…where the hell'd ya learn to do that shit?"

"I've been to a few places that did massages and I learned from feeling them do it enough times. It's not too hard really…just have to use the right amount of force and pressure to make the muscle release the tension. Done properly it can leave a man feeling boneless and compliant."

"Oh yeah…wanna put your money where your mouth is?"

Drew's hands stopped as Dean turned to face him, challenge written in every line of his face, and Drew smirked a bit as he rose to the bait.

"What'd ye have in mind Dean?"

"I'm thinkin…I tell Renee to stay with one of the girls and you share my room tonight…I'll let ya do your little massage thingie and if you can make me feel…boneless and compliant…then you can fuck me without a fight…if not…then we have a fight…sound good?"

"Ye've got yerself a deal Dean…don't worry though…I'll make sure ta being plenty of lube for ye."

Dean barked out a laugh as Drew slipped out of the room with Dean's extra keycard in hand. Dean sent Renee a text message to let her know what kind of a mood he was in and it was swiftly replied to as she let him know she'd stay with someone else for the night. He sent one more text to ask her if she would mind him fucking around with McIntyre and she sent one back asking for pics which made him chuckle at her enthusiasm. He figured he could probably get Drew to agree to that…the man seemed to like showing his body off after all.

Dean made his way out of the arena and met Seth and Roman at their rental, climbing into the back without a word and remaining silent the entire ride to the hotel. The two kept watching him with worried expressions and trying to talk to him but he remained silent and closed off until he could finally escape to his hotel room. He dropped his bag by the door…shed his vest, shirt, and shoes…and then collapsed face first onto the mattress with a low groan. His back was killing him and he really wanted to just get drunk and pass out for the night…and then he heard the electronic lock whirring before the door opened and closed, automatically relocking itself. Heavy footsteps moved across the room, a second bag dropping down beside his own, before the bed dipped as another body climbed on to kneel over him. Dean turned his head just enough to see Drew looking down at him with a raised eyebrow and a little smirk on his lips.

"What? My back hurts man. That stomp did a bit more damage than I thought it did."

"That's what the massage is for Dean…loosen up all these tense muscles…help you relax…ease the pain…"

Drew's voice was deep and low in Dean's ear as his hands started kneading at Dean's shoulders as they had earlier at the arena, but this time they were slick with some kind of oil that had a woodsy kind of scent. Dean let out a deep groan as Drew worked on a particularly tough knot in between his shoulder blades and he felt Drew's cock swell against his jean-clad ass. Drew's hands continued to slowly work their way down his back and then focused on his rapidly darkening bruised lower back. Dean hissed in pain at first but it soon turned to moaning as the muscles loosened up and a lot of the pain left with the tension. He felt Drew's hand slide around to the front of his hips to undo his jeans before sliding them and his briefs down his legs and tossing them onto the floor somewhere.

"The fuck ya think your doing there Drew?"

"Just continuing the massage Dean…relax…I'm not gonna fuck ye till ye ask for it…till ye beg for it…"

"Then you'll be waiting a long fuckin time cuz I don't beg."

"We'll see lad…we'll see."

"By the way…Renee wants pics if we do it."

Drew blinked down at him a few times before bursting into a small fit of laughter. Dean had to admit that was pretty funny.

"As I said before…ye've got yerself on hell of a woman Dean."

Dean nodded his agreement as Drew continued down, kneading Dean's butt cheeks and making him grind his hips into the mattress as his cock started to swell. He felt Drew tease his ass hole with the tip of an oil-slicked finger and clenched up, but Drew just kept circling the puckered opening over and over until Dean relaxed again. Once Dean had relaxed Drew gently pushed just the tip of his finger in and Dean clenched up again, this time with a muffled curse.

"I didn't beg for it yet…"

"I know…but this ain't fuckin either…this is just a bit of foreplay."

"That shit's for women man."

"It can be fun for us men too Dean…especially if I tease yer tight ass while playin with yer balls down here…"

Dean drove his hips into the mattress as Drew's free hand rolled his balls around and he just could not stop the moan that came out of him.

"See? Not so bad is it Dean? Feels good right? I can make it even better if ye let me."

Dean realized that Drew was actually trying to seduce him into being fucked by the Scotsman…and damn him if it wasn't actually working too. Drew gently slid that single finger in and out of Dean's ass while fondling his balls before carefully starting to slide a second finger in alongside the first. Once Dean had relaxed enough to allow the second finger all the way in Drew started scissoring his fingers and felt Dean's his buck hard at the sensation.

"Have ye ever actually been fucked before dean?"

"Once…hurt like a son of a bitch…I'd bet a guy in CZW that I could make him say I Quit…he said if I lost he got to fuck me…needless to say I lost when he drove a railroad spike into my fucking groin…soon as we were in the showers he was on me…didn't enjoy it though…and he got his cum all in my hair…took forever to get it all out man."

"If you didn't enjoy it then he was doin it wrong…but I know how to do it right. Feel that Dean? How does that feel? Feels good right? Ye want more Dean? Just say the words Dean…say what I wanna hear and I'll make your body sing for me."

"Fucking hell man…I don't know what…the fuck…your fingers are doin…but if ya stop…Imma kick your ass…"

"Not quite begging but I'll take it…just relax Dean…I'll make ye feel real good now…I'm gonna blow yer mind lad…"

Dean cursed loudly when Drew poured more oil onto his butt, right above his hole so the oil ran down his crack to further lubricate Drew's fingers. Drew started to slide a third finger in alongside the other two and Dean didn't even bother to try and fight it this time, forcing his hole to relax and allow the finger to work its way inside. Dean felt Drew pulling his fingers apart slowly and groaned low at the feeling of his hole being stretched and filled at the same time.

"Fuck…Drew…Ah fuck…"

"I know…I got ye lad…just relax for me."

Dean actually whined when the fingers left his hold and Drew huffed a soft, almost affectionate laugh at him, patting him lightly on the ass.

"I'm not done yet lad…not by a long shot…just stay nice and relaxed for me…Ye have such a good looking little hole there Dean…just beggin to be filled up with a cock…my cock…"

Dean groaned at the words Drew was speaking into his ear while oiling up his cock and lining it up. Drew slowly pressed the tip against the opening and began to push inside, little by little. When Dean tensed up and started clenching Drew ran his hands up and down Dean's back until he relaxed again and he could push in a little farther, repeating the process to get a little deeper each time until Dean finally just stayed relaxed and he could slide in the rest of the way. Once his cock was fully seated inside Dean's ass Drew used Dean's phone to take a picture showing the length of Dean's body with his cock buried in his ass to the hilt. He took a short little video for Renee to enjoy of him pulling out so just the tip of his cock was resting inside Dean's ass before slamming his hips forward to drive his cock all the way home in one swift movement that had Dean arching his back with a loud moan. Drew turned the camera to face him and show his satisfied smirk before sending the pic and video to Dean's wife. Not even a full two minutes later he heard the phone ping with a response and started chuckling when he opened it. He moved the phone so Dean could see the pic Renee had sent in response, a lovely shot of her breasts encased in red lace lingerie, and Dean's groan was audible.

"Maybe next time she can join us…if she wants to."

"Pretty sure she ain't gonna say no Drew. Now move that ass!"

Drew chuckled at Dean's impatience and started fucking him hard and fast until both of them were moaning pretty loudly. He slid one hand to the front of Dean's throat and pulled him so his back had to arch like a bow and putting pressure on his throat…not enough to make him blackout but enough to make him struggle for his next breath which did exactly what he had thought it would do. Dean's orgasm hit him hard and fast as Drew cut off part of his air supply and he let out a strangled moan. Drew let go and Dean propped himself up with his forearms as Drew finished himself off in Dean's ass. When Drew pulled out Dean's ass felt strangely empty, but he also felt Drew's warm sticky cum inside his ass and that was a new sensation for him. Drew collapsed on his back next to Dean and slid a finger into Dean's ass to swipe up a bit of that Cum. He put his finger on Dean's lips and Dean opened his mouth to suck on said finger, making Drew groan softly at the sight.

"Next time, lad…yer suckin my cock…"

"Maybe next time I'll have you sucking mine before I fuck YOU into the mattress. So what did ya send to Renee anyway?"

Dre handed Dean his phone back so he could see for himself, chuckling a bit as Dean's cheeks turned red watching himself get fucked in the ass. Drew couldn't help himself from teasing him a bit.

"You like watchin yerself get fucked Dean? Ye like watchin my cock slam into your willin hole?"

"Jesus fucking Christ man…"

Drew chuckled again as Dean cursed at him, laying on his back and backing in the afterglow of good sex. He turned his head as Dean made an odd little whimpering sound.

"What's wrong lad? Did I hurt ye?"

"No…I can feel it dripping out of my ass!"

Drew just outright laughed this time but when Dean tried to slide out of the bed Drew dragged him back and used one arm to pin his waist down before moving his head in close. He looked back and saw Dean looking over his shoulder at him so he gave the other man a smirk before plunging his tongue into Dean's ass which made the man buck and squirm.

"Easy lad…just gonna…clean ye up a bit…"

"Fuck! Drew…god damnit man…fuck…you…ah hell…"

Dean's cursing tapered off into incoherent mumbling and moaning as Drew continued to lick his own cum out of Dean's ass until he was satisfied he'd gotten it all and slid up the length of Dean's body. He grabbed onto Dean's chin and pulled him into a hard kiss, letting Dean have a taste as well. Dean's moans were sounding more like whines by this point and Drew rolled Dean onto his back and looked at the man's cock which was hard and ready to go for another round.

"Looks like yer enjoyin this more then ye thought ye would lad. What shall I do with that nice hard rod between yer legs?"

"Fuck it man…I don't care…"

"That's a good idea…"

"Huh?"

Dean was barely even able to think at all let alone process information at that point. Drew made sure Dean had a good view as he oiled up his own ass hole along with Dean's cock.

"Oh fuck…are you…?"

Drew didn't need to answer as he straddled Dean's hips and impaled himself on Dean's cock making both of them moan again. Dean's hands came to rest on Drew's hips as the man started to ride Dean, until Dean flipped them both over so he was on top of Drew, bending Drew's legs up as he drove his cock into Drew's ass relentlessly until both of them had a second orgasm. The two of them laid back on the bed again and tried to catch their breath. Dean offered to try and do what Drew did to clean his ass but Drew just chuckled and said it was fine. He actually clenched enough to hold it in until he got to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he came back he had a nice hot washcloth that he used to clean up Dean's body before throwing it into the bathtub. At some point in the night they ended up with their limbs tangled together, and neither even cared when they woke up that way even though it was Renee that woke them up by cooing over them. She told them that next time they decided to play she wanted to watch…especially if Drew was going to fuck Dean again, which had both men chuckling. Dean pulled Renee in for a sweet kiss and let her and Drew get to know each other better while calling room service for some food. His phone rang with a call from Roman but he ignored it, and the call from Seth that followed it.

"They probably want me to go to the gym with them but I don't feel like it…think I got enough of a workout last night anyway."

The three of them shared a laugh and Renee curled up against Dean's chest with her feet somehow ending up in Drew's lap where he started massaging them.

"Oh my god…you're so good at that Drew…"

"Yeah he is…that skill is what earned him the right to fuck me last night."

"It's a useful skill…heels are murder on a woman's feet guys…not even joking."

"Anytime you need a foot rub Renee just let me know."

Dean listened to the two of them banter and flirt for a while, just enjoying the scene around him. He had an unusually peaceful smile on his face and Renee was happy to see him calm and relaxed for the first time in weeks.

"This…whatever it is…is sticking around as long as possible…because I haven't seen that relaxed smile right there since you came back to Raw…and I've missed it."

"I know…I've been stressed out and moody since I got back…but Drew and I…we've got a plan to turn everything on its head soon. You'll be the only one besides us that'll even see it comin."

"I like the sound of that…tell me more?"

They spent the day together, the three of them, ignoring any and all calls from friends. At one point Roman and Seth knocked on the door but Renee yelled through the door that she and Dean were busy so they left them alone and Dean kissed her again. Drew said he was half-tempted to do the same which started another round of flirting between the two of them that had dean laughing at them both. This new little family he'd formed seemed to work much better than the other one had and he was eager to see where they would go together next.

A/N: So…yeah…that was fun…I need a cold shower now. If the sex seems a bit rushed keep a few things in mind…Dean used to be well known for sleeping around with a different girl every night as Jon Moxley…Drew doesn't seem the type to be shy about what he wants either…and I can totally envision Dean being seduced by a massage lol.