A/N: I wanted to put a note on the first chapter but i still have no idea how to work this site properly! :s I know this is just the beginning but feel free to leave me some reviews! Hope you like how this is going.

It had been a long & lazy October afternoon as they had finished doing Raw a few hours prior. It had been in Vegas so that meant Roman could go back to Dean's place & it wouldn't seem weird.

Weird..

That was the one word that had been brought up countless times since they had started a secret romance three years prior right after the Shield had broken up. They had been close before sometimes even flirting a little while waiting to go out to the ring but it had never truly been more than innocent little gestures by the two. It had all come down to a kiss after getting drunk at a bar near Mississippi.

Since then things had just flourished naturally between them. It was almost TOO natural it sometimes scared them to be quite honest, specially Dean. He had never had this connection with anyone, not even Renee Young who he had dated briefly as a cover up to the real deal going on behind the scenes of life.

"I. Love. You. So. Fucking. Much." Dean whispered to his much larger lover in between lazy kisses. Reigns chuckled but kissed the Ohioan back willingly.

They had just finished fucking each others brains out or Roman fucking Dean actually & they were both tired out. Dean was getting ready to sleep on his side of the large king sized bed but Roman broke the silence before he could even lay his head properly on the Samoan's chest, a place that had become so familiar after all these years, a place he could gladly begin to call home.

"I um.. had a little chat with Gal the other day."

Ok that wasn't good but Dean hadn't thought much of it, "Oh yea?.. So?" Roman sighed, he knew Dean did not enjoy talking about his fiancee but he pushed the subject anyway, he knew he had to despite not wanting to. At this stage in their supposed "relationship" he knew what they wanted wasn't really a choice anymore, "She told me.. well." he sighed not really knowing how to go on.

Dean looked up from having his face buried in the Samoan's half tattooed smooth chest, "She told you what Reigns?"

"She asked me when we were gonna get married." he gave the brunette an apologetic look, he knew how much Dean hated talking about Gal & his personal life with her, she wanted a family with the guy, that he already knew. That did not necessarily mean he liked it though.

All the brunette did was scoff, "Of course she wants to know. What did you tell her?"

Roman started drawing mindless circles on the younger man's back as he spoke, "Do you really wanna know?"

Ok, that was Dean's undoing. He hated when Roman did this, he only played games with him. He knew how much Dean despised the idea of them moving on but he brought it up anyway. & he didn't even have to tell him what he had told his precious fiancee, he already knew.

With that in mind the brunette got up from bed with the bedsheets wrapped around him, "Goddamn it Roman." was all he simply said.

The raven haired man seeing his lover's reaction got on his elbows as he looked at him find his clothes, "& what did you want me to say? I don't know sweetheart? I don't know when we might get married because i am fucking another guy?" He got up not even paying attention to the fact that his member was in plain sight of Vegas as the curtains were open.

Ambrose shook his head as he looked for his shoe. He was pissed the hell off. He couldn't even speak without throwing something across the room first.

Roman had to continue, he did not want to necessarily lose Dean but what else could he do? He had a life to live, with someone who was not Dean Ambrose. They both had to move on, he had told himself countless times but it was easier said than done. Now that he was grabbing the courage to tell him how he felt he began seeing how it would never work, they were too different.

"Look," the Samoan continued, "Dean would you look at me please?" he walked towards the younger man trying to make him look up at him but he only got his hand slapped away & mumblings as Dean continued searching for his shoe. The Samoan sighed, "I am sorry."

Now he had Dean's attention, "Oh & what will that do exactly?" he raised his eyebrows at the older man as he dropped the shoe he had found, he hated when people pitied him, he did not need it. "Huh Roman? What will that fix?"

"& what did you want me to do?!" Reigns responded. He was very patient when it came to people he cared for, specially Dean but for some reason in that moment he would not tolerate being yelled at, "I did what was best! What else was i supposed to say? Huh tell her that i am with another man?"

"Oh & setting a wedding date was the best option huh?!" he resumed his quest for his lost shoe, "Real fucking cute Reigns."

"That was the best option Dean!" Roman had not wanted this conversation to take this sudden turn but he had to come clean & if there had ever been a best time to go on, it was now, "What do you want from me. I love her! She is my fiancee Dean we have been together since.. forever!"

That was when the younger man stopped, he looked up at Reigns with a certain look in his eyes, a look the older man had never seen, not even before they had been linked romantically. It was a look so foreign to him yet so familiar at the same time & he could've sworn in that moment the young man had only truly had that look on his face a couple times in his life.

Dean finally sighed after a while but nodded, he couldn't let Reigns see the complete way he had just broken him. He felt defeated, he felt washed up, he felt.. used. Used in so many different ways not just emotionally but physically as well; he knew too well out of all the ruthless shit he had gone through in the ring during his wrestling career no deathmatch, no barbed wired wrapped around him, no bottle broken on him, no ripped up nipple, nothing.. could compare to the pain he was feeling at that moment. It was all set in stone, everytime he got close to someone even letting them peak a little bit at the man he was, they always ended up hurting him. & as much as he hated to admit, Reigns was no different. No matter how great of a guy he was, he wasn't perfect, he was just human after all.

"I need to ask you leave my room. Leave my house. Leave at this moment."

"Dean.." was all Roman could say. He had to keep strong but did he really have the will? Did he really wanna leave Dean? Was this the best option? He made his way to the young man only to have his hands swatted away, "Dean please."

"NO!" the Ohioan yelled, "LEAVE! I don't need you here either get out!"

Roman tried to reason with him his heart falling lower & lower each time. It hurt so damn bad to be rejected that way but he knew there was no negotiating with him. He was as stubborn as they came that was for sure.

Roman on the other hand did not want to cause anymore problems. But he knew the main reason he was now walking out that door with his clothes in hand was the fact he couldn't stand the mere thought of being rejected by Dean one more time. He didn't even look back at the young man who had started to put his shoes on. He left to get dressed in the guest bathroom & a sudden feeling that maybe he was just a guest all along began to invade him. As a matter of fact, they were BOTH guests in their own lives, just that. They had maybe never even been as close as they had thought, as he had thought. He had felt so many great things with Dean but maybe it had all been an illusion, a mere page of the greater story he had yet to write with his soon-to-be wife.

After he got dressed he went out the door not before leaving a folded piece of paper in Dean's table.

With a sigh, his coat in one hand & a weird sharp foreign pain on his chest he walked out.

"Man it's good to see you!" Roman Reigns walked towards him with a HUGE smile on his face to squeeze with a huge hug.

Wow, Dean thought. After all this time this was what it was all gonna come down to, a hug from his once considered best friend.

Reigns broke the hug to take a good look at his also once considered friend. They hadn't seen each other in what felt like ages & it was good to have him back if he was being completely blunt even if their falling out happened, Dean still had a place for the Samoan even if it was just as an acquaintance & he hoped it was mutual.

"Roman hey!" Dean punched the older man in the shoulder after their a little too long hug, "It's been a while. Man you look more.. buff."

The Samoan laughed as he threw his head back & Dean could've sworn he had never seen him so carefree before, or he might've forgotten the last time, he wasn't sure, "Yea man! But it's good to have you back that's for sure."

Dean smiled & the Samoan had to bite his lip to contain any sort of comments. If there was one thing Roman Reigns had a complete weakness for, it was Dean's full smile, the one where his dimple showed, Reigns found that adorabl-

No. He had to stop himself from thinking about it. He had to focus on the current situation going on.

"Ready for the show man?" the Ohioan had a hard time focusing on what he had to be doing too due to Roman's surprise appearance. It was so weird talking as if nothing had happened but it had been two years already, they had to move on as Reigns himself had once said.

The older man shook his head, "Not really." that got Dean to look at him as he started searching for something in his bag, what it was? He didn't know, just something to distract him from feeling completely akward in front of the man who was now shaking his head.

"& why is that?" he asked.

"We have a match." Reigns simply said.

"What?" the younger man looked up surprised. He honestly did not expect for his returning match to be against Roman, "Tonight? We're facing each other tonight?"

"Oh no. Um we're not going against each other..." he chuckled nervously, not really knowing how Dean would take it, "We're partners actually."

The Ohioan raised his eyebrows, quite surprised. He did not know what to take of it but then he remembered that before he was released or decided to walk off whatever, him & Roman had still been technically considered "buddies". Of course the company had no idea what had happened in real life with their fallout & everything so they would still be considered that kayfabe-wise. The WWE rarely made sense with their direction of storylines but that was when Vince was in charge. Now it was Hunter who had taken over & he apparently did not forget what had happened last or expect the audience to all of a sudden take in the shift in storyline without any confussion. In a way that was good but Ambrose did not know if he wanted to team up with Reigns & all of a sudden pretend as if everything was peachy. Was it even that way?

"So what do you think?" Reigns interrupted his train of thought, "Is that cool with you i mean i want your opinion if you're not gonna feel comfortable about this then-"

"Nah man it's fine. I am just kinda shocked they would even remember me & you apparently stayed off cool."

Reigns smiled & Dean thought he looked too handsome, "I know. Well that's Hunter for ya."

Ambrose nodded & turned his back on Reigns to change. In that moment the Samoan knew he had to get out of that place as it all became too hot too damn quick. He had to ignore the current tingling lowering down his body as Dean slowly took off his coat & his arms came into full play. Damn those fucking arms, they had been his undoing too many times. They glistened gloriously in the artificial light & Reigns could swear they looked even bigger. There was no doubt Ambrose was in the best shape of his life & it was too sexy for Roman to let it pass. You're married Roman. You're fucking married now get it together, he forced himself to think. His defense mechanism for many situations like that one.

Not being able to take anymore of the sexiness emanating from Dean fucking Ambrose, the older man swallowed heavily but added, "Well- ah.. i hope to see you 'round." his breath stopped in its tracks as the younger man took off his shirt fully & turned to look at him. It took all his might & self control for his mouth to not drop. He could feel himself even starting to sweat, that was weird but so fucking arousing the things Ambrose could do to him even after all this time.

He smiled, "Yea man. We can go over shit after i'm done dressing if you want."

What shit? Roman thought, but then he remembered Dean was referring to their match, "Oh yea um if you want to after you're done changing we can um.. go over it." He felt his tongue get wet, ok he was starting to drool that was his cue to leave the place. With a quick nod Reigns left Dean to finish getting dressed in his ring gear.

Wow that was.. interesting, he thought as he finished putting on his black wife beater from his broad, but not so broad, collection of shirts. He was too fucking careless sometimes but that was Ambrose for ya.

Being alone in that room for the first time since hitting the building really put a lot of things into perspective for him. He hoped Roman had not noticed he was more than aware of the way he had taken off his shirt a little more slow than usual. Yes he had done that on purpose to see how the older man would react, not like he had reacted in any way. That made Dean truly doubt what they had going on all those years, was it ever genuine? He had thought it was which is why he had told Reigns he loved him many times & that's what made him feel like an even bigger idiot. That's what was hurting him more than anything, the first time he had truly given himself to someone they had used him for pleasure. He promised himself he would not do it again but seeing Roman there, full on smiling looking incredibly handsome, he wasn't too sure now. He had to stop himself from going any further with his thoughts, he had to stop. It was not healthy thinking too much into shit, it had never been, specially when it came to Roman Reigns. Hell, the guy didn't even feel anything for him!

He finished getting dressed then after checking himself out in the mirror to make sure he looked ok, not like he cared much anyway, he headed out into the halls. Backstage at any arena had always brought him a sense of familiarity as if he was truly at home. Well he had felt at home before his big falling out, after everything took place it began to feel more like a prison or mental hospital than a place he once loved working in. The E had tried its best to keep everything on the low for him but of course it didn't work as well as they had hoped. Dean didn't know if the fans just found a way to know, like they always did, or if they had just not tried hard enough. He preferred to think technology was just too advanced for them. But whatever it had been that was all in the past. Now, he was back refreshed, excited & just.. sober, as sober as he had ever been. He was back to not only put on a show but recover his love for wrestling. A love that hadn't been so lost but that he wanted to regain, wrestling for so long had been the one thing to make him happy, his only joy, his escape, now he was looking to gain all that, & probably even more, only time would tell.

Speaking of more..

Roman was standing outside the locker room, waiting for Dean. He waited until the younger man came out looking fine as hell in his black wife beater, jeans & black boots. Reigns had always had a weakness for his arms & now them being on full effect just made him feel like jelly in the knees.

"Hey man." thank god Dean had interrupted his thoughts, he was starting to worry he might collapse there in front of him, "Ready to practice some moves man!" he mentioned as he threw some pretend punches.

Reigns surprisingly found that move.. adorable. The funny habit the young man had thinking he was alone in a ring boxing or even his stupid quirky dance made him too much for Reigns. Almost too adorable for his own good. He always found Ambrose just plain adorable & that only made him want to kiss the life out of him more. He wanted to do things to that man at that very second but he knew he had to hold himself back. He was married, he had a life now, he had to quit looking at Ambrose like a piece of fucking meat. What the fuck was that all about? It had been two fucking years he had to stop desiring him.

So he finally settled to just speak, "Yea man. I already um.." he was getting too distracted by the way Ambrose looked at him. He never realized how much he missed those blue eyes until he actually witnessed it first hand after so much time.

Ambrose caught on the way Roman was acting. He didn't know what was up with him, was he.. speechless? Had he done something? No of course not, Roman was his own man now, he couldn't even be bothered with him at the moment & Dean understood, that didn't mean however that he couldn't ask, "Is everything alright man?"

"Yea man, um i already told um.. Randy & um what's his name?" the older man snapped his fingers as his other hand ran over his luscious hair which was in a bun.

"What?" Dean just couldn't get why his now partner was acting that way, "Are you sure everything's alright? You seem a bit unfocused."

Ok Roman could not afford to get caught, he could not have Dean know how much he was desiring him that moment without him doing much of anything really, "No man i mean.. Randy & Big Show. We're facing Randy & Show.. they are um.. at the thing where we practice." he pointed towards gorilla position.

"The ring.." now he was starting to freak out at how strange the older man was acting.

"Yea of course the ring!" he chuckled rather embarrassed, "Sorry i am just not.. feeling too well." he said as he grabbed the back of his head, trying to soothe some tensed up muscles without much success.

"What's the matter are you sick?" Dean asked & Roman felt a certain flutter in his stomach, he wasn't really feeling ill or anything he just had to pull something out of his ass to not be caught, but Dean caring for him felt.. good, great actually.

"Yea no i'll be fine just these damn allergies." he tapped his nose to emphasize his point, god was he being a dumbass.

He didn't think that would suffice or convince Dean much but then the brunette nodded, "Of course i mean fucking allergies man you know how i hate these damn places."

"Yea of course." Roman remembered quite well how the brunette would always say he hated towns that were either cold or brought a bunch of allergies, he was allergy prone for sure & he always whined about it in his Dean Ambrose way. Roman of course being Roman found that extremely adorable the way Dean would complain & mumble things to himself not without worrying sick about him too whenever an allergy caught on too strong. He had that tendency to care a little too much for the guy, but that was how it all worked. Even before their relationship began going to a whole new level, just for some reason Roman always had felt the need to care for Dean.

Both men headed to the ring to practice their match for that night. It was a Monday so that meant, Monday Night Raw, the main weekly WWE show. They really had no idea what they were going to do so they definitely had to focus. Focus however was something the Samoan was having trouble doing. Specially the way Ambrose would grapple Orton, how their bodies would brush against each other as they added more moves. He had to stifle back a sigh as Dean bent down to show them a move he wanted to do, hopefully he wouldn't have to be there to witness it live or he might do something unexpected, yea Dean Ambrose's ass had that power over him.

After they were done with their plan Dean was about to go backstage when Triple H stopped him stretching his hand politely for the younger man to shake, "Ambrose. Dean Ambrose it is very nice seeing you back."

All Dean did was nod. He honestly had no idea how to take the way Hunter was speaking to him, yea he was sure glad to be back but he did not want to deal with the higher ups, specially with the way things had gone downhill before. Nevertheless he decided to extend the courtesy & shake the bosses's hand, "Uh, good to be back too. Feels quite great actually."

"That's awesome." Hunter nodded as he lead Ambrose to his office. "I would like to speak to you about something." As he took his hand off the Ohioan's back, he closed the door behind them once they were both inside the rather cramped up space, a mere plain white room with a desk & 3 chairs in the middle of it, "It's about who you will be riding with tonight."

That surprised Dean a little, who cares who he would be carpooling with even if he was going alone which was the original plan, "Yes?"

Hunter sat on his desk as he motioned for him to sit down in one of his chairs to which Dean denied politely, he wasn't planning on this being a long stay, "Well given the recent policy & for safety reasons we are now assigning travel buddies for a whole week once a month. You know to please some of the sponsors who think our safety isn't already enough." he rolled his eyes as Dean chewed on his nails.

"So you were planning on assigning someone for me? Do we have to share rooms?"

Hunter smiled at the young man's slight panic, "No travel buddies are simply that.. buddies for travel." he chuckled as Dean just smiled more as a way to being polite than finding that funny, "Once you get to the hotel each will have a room."

"Ok & who is my travel buddy, or just buddy?" to that Hunter once again let go of a chuckle as he stood up to get something from his drawer.

"Glad you still kept your sense of humor after all this time Ambrose." he smiled towards the younger man who continued distracted now looking around the room. Hunter noticed how Dean hadn't changed a bit, he was still the distracted, never-stay-still bundle he had been.

After having opened his case, Hunter took out a manila folder which contained many sheets of paper with stuff printed on it, probably the other "assigned buddies" Dean thought.

"Yea you just got here in good time too you know. We barely assigned a partner for everyone else too."

Partner..

With the mention of that word Dean immediately thought of Roman. What if he was his traveling buddy? No, it couldn't be. He hoped not quite honestly. The trip was long & he just wanted to rest but if Roman was indeed who he had to travel with then he wouldn't get that, although he could be sure that Reigns would be the one to drive just for the sake of him getting some sleep.

"Here.." Hunter handed him a sheet. The sheet had various names on it enlisted inside squares in alphabetical order. Next to the names was another name that should be the traveling partner assigned. As Dean looked for his name Hunter kept blabbing & blabbing about how happy they were to have him back & how the company was better than ever, not fully giving credit to himself but slightly hinting that that was the reason. He sat on his desk & he kept on talking. Ambrose tuned out at the second sentence so he could find his name, after he found it he looked at the name next to it:

Angel.

A diva.. a woman.. what? Dean thought.

"We are very proud." Hunter finally had finished but of course Dean was oblivious.

"So my partner is Angel?"

"Yea?" Hunter asked curious as he stood up to get the paper from him, "I guess that is the case."

"A girl?" That was weird to him, would that even be permitted?

Hunter nodded oblivious to the point Ambrose was trying to make. "Yea. An excellent addition to the female division. All the success they've had can be heavily attributed to her. Good choice for a first traveling buddy as she knows the ropes.." Hunter let out a smile more so to himself than Dean, "quite well." He then looked to Ambrose who did not look too please & did not hesitate to ask, "Is there something wrong?"

Yes, indeed there was. He would feel akward having to ride with someone he did not know, let alone a girl. He wanted to say something, maybe even change the order, hell, give him Roman, but after all that had happened between him & the company, added to that all the upsets he had caused he knew he really was in no place to complain, at least not now.

He simply shook his head as he pointed towards the door when he got up, "I have to go get ready now." he said despite already being dressed.

Hunter did not seem to mind as he nodded & motioned for the door, "Of course." he smiled at the brunette, "Go ahead."

They both shook hands & Hunter gave him a rather manly hug compared to what he had experienced with Roman, it was strange.

Just when Dean was about to close the door behind him Hunter's voice stopped him before he could, "Oh & Dean." That was one of the first times he had called him by his first name, Dean turned around only to hear something that got him thinking, "Welcome back to WWE. Good luck.. You will definitely like her." he smiled at the young wrestler who headed out the door not quite expecting his life to change in more ways than one after that night.