Dean stumbled through the door of his dressing room, sighing in relief to finally be away from the hot glare of the stadium lights. He loved his job, he really did but there were nights when he just wanted to lay down and just...
"You look exhausted, little lamb."
Dean jerked around, groaning in pain as his muscles screamed in protest. "Asshole, you did that shit on purpose." Dean huff. His gaze focused on the dark man sitting behind him. He took in his outfit...black fedora, jacket, and pants. "Thought you weren't working tonight."
"Seems like someone is not happy about the family having the night off." Bray said in a low voice. He watched as Dean slowly eased himself down onto the small cot behind him. The desire to go over and help him was strong but he remained where he was. Aware that his efforts would be rebuffed in the wake of Dean's now mounting anger.
"What the fuck do you mean? You're getting ready to go out there and wrestle tonight?" Dean sank back on the cot with a soft groan. Turning to look at the silent man across from him, Dean glared. "Is it a singles match or..."
"It is a tag match, do not worry all will be fine, Dean." Bray gave him a small smile, aware of his jealous nature. "It is a small match, nothing to long."
"Just one long enough to humiliate and embarrass you even more." Dean grumbled as he struggled to sit up, his body protesting any type of movement. "Don't do this tonight, not after what happened last week." He knew he shouldn't ask Bray for anything but this was important. "Not tonight Bray, come on you swore..."
"If they say I have to go to work, I have to go to work. It is no different than if we had already been on the schedule. The GM asked us to fill in for a few minutes, that's all." Bray stood up and walked over to Dean. "Do not be jealous, little lamb, he has no more power than what you give to him."
Dean let out an irritated huff. "He's the fucking General Manager, he has way more power than I do." Dean fought back the jealousy running along his nerves. Despite his feelings for Bray and how long they've been together, Dean knew that if given the chance, Bray would stray from him. He'd done it once with their now new general manager, Daniel Bryan. "Look, just, go do your match, be careful and I'll see you when ever you get ready."
"Do I detect a hint of malice in your voice, little lamb? Are you afraid of Daniel once again wanting to join the fold?" Bray gave Dean a calculating look. He understood his jealousy, knew what it felt like to feel the bite of the green horned devil. Leaning over Dean, Bray gave him a predatory look. "Are you wondering if I want Daniel to join the fold, again?"
"Fuck you, Bray." Dean turned away from the smirking man above him. He wouldn't give Bray the satisfaction of knowing he was right. He tried to keep still, to ignore the heat spreading through him as Bray rested with his hands on Dean's thighs. "Why don't you just get the fuck out."
"Fuck me, Dean? Is that how you truly feel right now?" Bray moved until he held the angry blue gaze in front of him. He watched as the pupil's dilated with excitement, heard the swift breath Dean tried to hide from him. Leaning closer, Bray felt his lips curve at the flush slowly creeping over Dean's cheeks. "You want me to hurt you, don't you Dean? You want me to hurt you so bad, to make you pay, to make you beg me not to."
Dean swallowed, trying to control the hot flood of want moving through him. He did want Bray to hurt him, to break him then put him back together. He wanted to be able to walk away from Bray, from this..them...just as Bray walked away from him. Looking up at the man above him, Dean felt his throat tighten as Bray released the breath he was holding. "Bray..."
"You will get your chance, little lamb. I will show you the pleasure to be had, refocus your mind on the right path." Bray moved his hands up Dean's thigh's, squeezing hard enough to feel the muscles flex beneath his fingers. "Do not forget, little lamb, just who is the head of this family." He ran his hand over the bulge between Dean's thigh's. Smiling at the small twitch, Bray tightened his fingers. "Do not forget to whom you belong, little lamb." Bray looked down at the flushed face, chuckling darkly as he watched Dean struggle to remain aloof and detached. "You will not deny me what is mine, Dean." Bray pressed down, sighing at the soft groan that rumbled through Dean's chest. "Yes, Dean, you know exactly what I want."
Dean felt his hands curve into the blanket beneath him. His body heated from the sound of Bray's voice and the quick moving fingers now hidden beneath his jeans. Glancing down, Dean swallowed, his gaze hazing over as he tried not to thrust up. He would not beg Bray for this, he would not... "B-bray..." Dean groaned. Fuck! Dean thought savagely. He looked up into knowing blue eyes, saw when Bray knew he was close to giving in. Gritting his teeth, Dean felt his eyes drift closed as Bray's hand tightened around him. He knew the magic of those hands, what those fingers could do and make him feel. Sucking in a quick breath, Dean felt his stomach tighten with excitement. He needed to stop Bray, to show him he didn't rule him as he wanted to believe. Raising a shaky hand, he gripped the wrist hidden beneath his jeans. "Stop, Bray, you're, fuck, y-you've got a match. You need to f-focus." Dean panted, his grip tightening as he fought back the hot wave of need moving over him.
"Oh, I am focused, little lamb. The path I have chosen to follow at this moment is one of enjoyment and fulfillment." Bray watched as Dean shivered, smiling as he shifted him on the small bed. "Your enjoyment and fulfillment, Dean." He let out a soft huff against Dean's lips, waiting as they slowly parted and Dean sighed. Leaning forward, Bray kissed Dean, a groan rumbling through him as Dean pressed up. He moved his hand, felt the soft breaths leaving Dean and smiled against his lips. Pulling back, he bit Dean's bottom lip, relishing the surprised groan he received in return. He could feel the tension holding Dean tight and knew he had to break it, even if it meant being late for his match. Bray leaned down and whispered next to Dean's ear. He told him how good he was doing, how much he wanted to break him then put him back together. Then, Bray whispered the one set of words he knew would prove to Dean that he meant more to him than anything or anyone else.
Dean's back arched as he listened to Bray's words. He wanted to ignore them, to convince himself that Bray was lying until he'd said it. That one phrase that Dean thought he'd never hear again. He stiffened beneath Bray, eyes wide as he felt his will give. The need to release the tension coursing through him had him reaching for the dark man above him. "Hurry the fuck up, asshole." Dean panted, his jaw clenched as Bray's hand tightened, wrapping Bray's hair around his hand, Dean pulled hard. "I fucking said, hurry up."
Bray chuckled, "Always so impatient, Dean." Bray moved his hand in time with Dean's hips. He held him in a loose circle, tight enough to tease Dean but not tight enough for him to come. "Ou ap toujou fè pati nan m 'jan mwen fè pati nan ou." (You will always belong to me as I belong to you.) Bray watched as Dean's body drew up tight. "Kite m 'pwouve ke li nou la a, Dean, kite m' montre w jis ki jan lajan ou bezwen m ', nou menm ti ti mouton." (Let me prove it to you, Dean, let me show you just how much you need me, little lamb.)
Dean wanted to ignore Bray's words, to believe anything but what he was saying but he couldn't. Not when they were true, not when they meant more than any other words he'd ever heard and especially not when Bray had repeated them more than once. "Then hurry the fuck up before someone knocks." He moaned in frustration. His hips thrust up as Bray's hand tightened around him. He was close...so close and Bray wanted to tease him, to make him wait, he wanted...
"Se pou l 'ale, Dean ou konnen ou vle. Moutre m 'jwenn ou sou chemen ou nan pwogrè." (Let it go, Dean you know you want to. Show me your findings on your path of fulfillment.) Bray whispered against Dean's lips. He smiled at the soft tremble of air that left Dean. This man meant more than anyone else but Bray couldn't show him that now, they didn't have the time but later...
"Bray..." Whispered across Dean's lips as the coil holding him tight snapped. His hands gripped Bray's biceps, squeezing as the hot flood of his orgasm moved through him. "Fuck, I..." He broke off with a harsh gasp as Bray bit down on his neck. "Bastard..." Dean grunted as his vision went white, blood rushing through his veins as he came in Bray's hand.
Bray chuckled as he watched Dean, the pleasure he felt at knowing he did this made him lean forward and kiss Dean again. He glanced up at the door, saw the shadow standing there and frowned, he knew who it was and what they wanted. "I must go, my little lamb but stay here, rest. I will see you once my work is done."
Dean groaned as he opened his eyes, staring up into dilated blue fire. "Yeah, well, don't take to long and that asshole better..." Dean glanced up at the door when a soft knock interrupted him, looking over at Bray he sighed.
"I will return for you, Dean." Bray let out a soft breath against Dean's neck, enjoying the shiver that moved through him. "Right now there is work I must do."
"Yeah, fine whatever just..." Dean gave Bray a look from the corner of his eye then turned away. "Just be careful out there."
Bray nodded as he slowly moved back from the bed. He gave him a dark grin as another insistent knock sounded on the door. "Do not worry Dean, I fear no man. It is time, however, for man to fear me."
Dean watched as Bray washed his hands, adjusted his clothes and walked towards the door. "Did you mean it?" At Bray's small pause, Dean pressed the issue. "When you said them did you mean them?"
"I mean them." Bray said quietly.
Dean let out a small breath as he watched Bray open the door. "Ou ap toujou fè pati nan m 'jan mwen fè pati nan ou." It had been awhile since he'd spoken the language but he could tell it didn't matter to Bray, he was right...it is time.