Dean's whole body was shaking as he laid in the bed. He felt like a little boy again, covered with a blanket from head to toe. Trying to hide from the weight of his conscience... from him.

His mind kept reminding him once again of all the things he tried so desperately to forget with a bottle of whiskey, or in the arms of his boyfriend.

"Who are you chatting with?" Roman snorted. "What a stupid question! It's Seth, isn't it?"

"Uh, he wants us to go to the movies." Dean said casually.

"It's weird, I'm his best friend and yet he never invites me anywhere. We don't even have time to talk anymore because he's always busy." Roman looked at Dean, scrutinizing. "However for YOU, he always has time."

"Maybe he already noticed the obvious, that you distrust him." Dean said defiantly. "I don't understand how you can be his friend if you seem to hate him and don't even trust him."

Roman narrowed his eyes. "You know that Seth is the good guy, the charismatic, the one that works as a nurse so he helps others. Everyone thinks he's an angel and would believe anything that comes out of his mouth, even if it is not true."

"Well, until recently Seth was all that to you too." Dean continued to argue. Roman's constant whining was tiring.

"Seth is a manipulator. He knows how to control everyone around him. How to victimize and generate sympathy for himself. He is the pied piper and you all are the rats that follow him, dancing at the symphony he plays for you all. Everyone but me. I have realized the reality. However my word is worth nothing against of his who you all seem to love. My own fucking boyfriend doesn't believe in me!"

"I think you're jealous of Seth and that's wrong. He's charismatic and popular. Everyone loves him. You on the other hand...You are reserved, shy, you have a hard time interacting with others. And when you get close to others it feels forced." Dean said in an annoyed tone. "I think you're just projecting your insecurities on Seth because he's what you want to be."

Roman clenched his fists in anger. "No Dean! You're wrong. I prefer to be reserved. At least I am not fake and a manipulative person. And who is projecting his insecurities on the other is YOU. I am obviously not enough for you, and you would like me to be like him. But that's impossible Dean... I'm not fake."

"If you go on like this you're going to be left alone!"

"You're saying you're going to leave me!" Roman's voice was filled with rage.

"I'm saying that everyone is going to leave you!" Dean rebuked. "No one wants to be around a bitter person. I don't have time for this. The movie will begin in an hour, I have to go now."

"You're really going with him!" Roman was livid.

"Of course! You're not my owner, Roman and certainly you're not going to pick my friends or my activities for me." Dean said defiantly. "Stay here with your bitterness and your envy. I hope someday you can see Seth for the great person that he really is. I am sure he will not hold any grudges."

With that said, Dean took his keys and left, leaving Roman alone and frustrated.

"I didn't think things would end like that, Ro. I thought you'd reconsider," Dean trembled underneath the blankets violently.

The auburn-haired man felt the soft caress. Roman's big hands had that advantage, he could feel them even under the layer of sheets that covered him, even under the layer of remorse that enveloped him.

"Very nice way for you to make me reconsider." Roman's deep voice mesmerized him. "Spreading your legs for your lover in a cheap motel room. Nah, I have to thank you. Because now that I think about it, that night I did reconsider my entire life with you."

Man, that hurt. Roman's words were the worst punishment, making him feel low and despicable. Reminding him of the reasons that drove his beloved to suicide.

"I'll never forgive myself, Ro. Ever. Seth fell in love with me. I don't know how it happened. Neither of us meant to hurt you. It was you who pushed us."

"I pushed you in the bed with another man? Just because he fell in love with you? The nerve of yours! You know what? I had a lot of men and women who wanted to sleep with me while you left me to go be with your lover, but I kept my dick inside my pants out of respect for you! Nothing justifies what you did to me!"

"You're right, Roman. It's my fault. I was mad at you because of our arguments and you constantly being suspicious of me. And when Seth told me he was in trouble and told me to come see him at that motel where that bastard left him...I was just going to help him. But I was so angry with you and tired and Seth was so sweet...One thing led to another. It's my fault!"

"Of course it's your fault! But it's his too. I doubt that Sami Zayn guy of all people had been the monster he made everyone believe he was. He did it all to win the sympathy and sorrow of you all. All that surrounds Seth is a huge lie and it is so fucking unfair that no one can ever expose him for the rat that he really is. Even after my death, our close friends believe that I was crazy and he was the good guy. The fucking victim." Roman said in pain, "But I'm already dead. I no longer care what others think. I just want you and him to pay."

Roman ripped off the sheets, leaving Dean uncovered and more vulnerable than ever. The Ohioan crawled back until he was cornered against the back of the bed. He could make out the figure of his ex-boyfriend in every flash of lightning and his gray eyes which were shining in the dim light.

Roman was moving like a big cat. His imposing figure was now menacing. Roman crawled with subtle grace towards Dean and the auburn-haired man was in terror. Dean remembered with guilt as in this very same bed, Roman used to approach him with gentleness when they used to unite their bodies and souls in the most pure act of love.

Now Roman was stalking him.

"The lunatic fringe is afraid." Roman sneered.

"You're dead! You cannot be here!" Dean tried to reason... Maybe this would make Roman disappear. Make the craziness end.

"Oh, I am dead. And I should definitely not be here." Roman now had Dean cornered against the back of the bed. Their faces close together, both arms of the Samoan surrounding his ex-boyfriend's body. "But my soul can't find the peace knowing that you and that asshole enjoy the fact that you two got rid of me. I cannot rest in peace, not without making you pay first!"

An even louder thunder than the previous ones rumbled and it was such a rumble that Dean screamed, or at least he thought he did. His mouth was open but he didn't know if he made a sound.

Roman's smug smirk showed the pleasure his ex-boyfriend felt when he looked at Dean all frightened and guilty.

"Your soul cannot rest in peace because of me," Dean's voice was broken. "Mine neither, and it's my fault...It's all my fault."

Roman smirked as if Dean's words didn't mean anything. One of his hands gently stroked his messy hair.

Dean shuddered. It was a simple caress and yet it was powerful enough to ignite his entire being... How was that possible if he was still terrified of the presence in front of him?

Roman put his other hand on Dean's thigh, stroking it softly. "Do you like it, baby boy? Do you still like it?"

Dean could not speak so he just nodded as a pitiful moan left his lips.

"If I didn't know you're just a worthless whore, I'd even think I am special to you," Roman said mockingly.

"Roman please..." Dean said, a sob escaping his lips.

"Shut up! I don't want to hear you say a single word. I don't want to hear your lies. The only words you're going to utter are more Roman, fuck me Roman."

Roman buried his face in Dean's neck and sucked hard. Dean moaned in pain and pleasure. Then Roman bit the same spot, a deep bite that even drew some blood.

"Arg!" Dean screamed in pain.

"Easy," Roman licked the wound, one of his hands now caressing Dean's crotch. "I know how you like sex."

Dean wanted to talk but Roman had given him an order and for some reason Dean could do no more but obey. Roman was now sucking and biting one of his shoulders while his hands unzipped the Ohioan's pants.

It was not just sex Ro, we made love. Dean thought but didn't say it. He knew his words would sound empty to Roman.

A soft laugh came from Roman's lips. Finally the Samoan had freed the crotch of the auburn-haired man.

"You're already hard and all wet for me, uh?"

Roman's voice was so sexy, dominant and full of power. Dean shuddered to the last fiber of his being as he nodded repeatedly.

Roman released the hard cock of his former boyfriend which was bathed in precum. He gently stroked the length.

"You're so easy, Dean." Roman grabbed Dean's shirt and tore it apart in two pieces.

The room had huge windows. Roman stood up and moved the curtains so a small halo of light could enter. Now Dean could see the figure of his ex-boyfriend better.

Roman slowly removed his shirt, revealing his abdomen and the beautiful tattoo that adorned his broad chest and one of his arms. Dean looked at him in amazement. The Samoan ran a hand through his long hair and smiled smugly at his ex-boyfriend. He took off his pants, revealing his crotch and his strong legs.

Dean did not want to think about the absurdity of the situation. The absurd thing that was his dead boyfriend apparently could touch him kiss him and even... fuck him.

Roman stroked his manhood without taking his gaze away from his ex-boyfriend. The raven-haired man was literally eye-fucking Dean as he continued stroking his now hard cock. Dean gasped at the scene, it was so mesmerizing. His own member was painfully hard.

"Don't even dare to touch yourself!" Roman ordered.

Dean gulped nodding repeatedly.

"You want my dick on you, Deano?" Roman sped up the caresses on his own dick. "Or you want to suck it."

"I want to worship you," Dean said in that same pitiful and needy voice.

"It would have been nice if you had wanted that when I was alive." Roman smirked. "But you took me for granted. I gave you my unconditional love and you chose to believe his lies, you still do it. You don't deserve my touch, my kisses. You don't deserve that I put my cock anywhere near your tainted body."

Dean never felt like this before. It was true that he was always crazy about Roman and loved him. But Roman was always a gentle lover and although the Samoan was dominant, it was never humiliating.

Dean wanted to crawl and beg for some of his attention. His body was in flames of desire, of lust. He wanted Roman inside him, he wanted Roman to ruin him completely.

"Make love to me, Roman," Dean begged.

"Love? You're just a whore. I'm not going to give you something you don't deserve, but I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow."

Roman's words were like daggers to Dean's heart. Roman didn't love him anymore. Actually, he hated him. He wanted revenge and he was going to fuck Dean like he was nothing but a whore. A worthless whore.

And the guilt was so big that Dean didn't know if Roman was right.

Roman climbed onto the bed again and Dean was anxious. The Ohioan lunged toward his ex-boyfriend for a kiss but Roman turned his face, smirking at him. Dean was so wide eyed, surprised and hurt by this act.

Roman grabbed Dean by the hair and threw him to the bed. Dean's face crashed into the soft fabric of the mattress. Just like that... like he was nothing but a thing Roman would use to satisfy a need.

"You will only have what I want to give you, as I want to give it to you and whenever I want". Roman said in an authoritative tone.

"Whatever you want, Roman" Again the needy voice.

Roman lifted Dean's hips and licked his fingers, shortly after Roman was fingering the auburn-haired man. Dean moaned with pleasure. If anyone knew his body and every place and corner that made him shudder, it was Roman.

Roman introduced more fingers and was now hitting Dean's sweet spot directly and this made the Ohioan whine out of control.

"Roman... nngghh... Romannnn..."

Dean gasped and moaned. Roman pulled his fingers out and Dean shivered in anticipation. He couldn't believe that after so long, after believing that he had lost him forever, Roman was going to claim his body.

It's only my body. He no longer wants my heart. He no longer loves me like I love him and it's all my fault. Dean thought in despair.

Roman lined up his member and began to fill Dean. The Ohioan bit his lower lip in pure pleasure. Only Roman's cock was capable of making him feel like this. Roman was once again claiming what was his by right and Dean enjoyed it.

Although there was a sense of dissatisfaction with knowing that Roman was only using him.

Roman filled him completely. Dean clenched his fists on the sheets.

"Roman, Roman, I..."

Smack

"Don't you dare say anything," Roman's voice sounded angry. "I don't want to hear your lies. Shut up and take this cock like the whore that you are!"

And now Dean understood Roman's vengeance. The Samoan was making him feel despicable and at the same time Dean was unable to get away from him. Dean loved him madly, and wanted this. And Roman's vengeance would be to humiliate him in return for giving him, which he had previously received as a proof of love.

And he was right in that vengeance because Dean would let Roman humiliate him if that meant to feel him again.

But then... What would be Roman's revenge against Seth?

Dean couldn't think anymore when he felt Roman thrusting. The Samoan knew him perfectly. Over and over he hit the point that made Dean crazy.

"Roman, oh yes!" Dean moaned in pure pleasure.

"You feel so good, you dirty whore." Roman groaned out.

Roman tightly gripped the Ohioan's hips, leaving the mark of his big hands on the skin of his ex-boyfriend.

Again and again, Roman thrusted inside Dean and they both moaned with pleasure. Dean's tightness was exactly the same the last time they did it, when there was still love between them.

But... Was there no love?

Roman continued thrusting and Dean kept pushing against his ex-boyfriend's cock. There was more thunders and lightning but Dean could no longer hear them, he could only hear the sound of their sweating bodies colliding. The guttural and sensual groans of his ex-boyfriend. His own moans of pure pleasure.

Dean didn't need to touch his own aching member. He was about to explode just because the sensations Roman's dick made him feel. The Samoan was close, Dean knew it. Both surrendered completely at the sensations and climaxed almost at the same time. Dean shouting the Samoan's name in ecstasy.

Roman pulled his cock out of Dean's body. The rain was ceasing. Roman left Dean on the bed as if what happened between them meant nothing. He dressed up quickly and opened the huge window.

Dean was mesmerized by the imposing figure of the man he still loved... of the man he had lost.

"Now that I used you as the whore that you are, I leave my leftovers to Seth. Anyway, I know he won't enjoy them." Roman smirked. "He will pay, and my vengeance against him will begin at dawn."

Roman looked at Dean with disdain as the Ohioan was something of no value and never a single glance could convey such contempt. Dean felt like he was the worst of the whores. He couldn't believe that someone who once loved him with devotion now despised him so much.

Roman said nothing else and went out of the window. Dean stood up and ran towards Roman but there was nothing, the Samoan had disappeared.

Dean used his discarded clothes to clean himself up in a pitiful act. All this was so weird... Had his solitude and guilt made him hallucinate all this?

Dean was confused and very tired, his body was satisfied but his soul was deeply hurt. His heart ached for the man he lost, for the love that now was pure hatred. Roman's cold gaze and contempt made his heart bleed. Being used as a worthless thing, only for pleasure when he was previously loved and worshipped by that man broke his heart in thousand pieces.

"Your revenge is horrible, Ro... But it is only a reflection of your soul. Tormented by the pain I caused you." Dean said with sadness. He laid down on the bed as he began to cry.

Dean was crying disconsolately. All the pleasure now was only pain and guilt.

"But even if the only thing I can get after you take my body is a deep pain, I will gladly let you do this to me all over again," Dean sobbed hard, "I still love you."

He continued crying until he fell asleep.

...

Dean felt someone moving his body. He had apparently fallen asleep still naked. Maybe it had all been a dream, a hallucination of his conscience and guilt.

"I'm home now, my love." Seth's voice sounded lively. "It was terrible last night. The storm made everyone crazy."

Dean unraveled his body from the middle of the sheets. Sitting in front of his boyfriend.

"You had a lot of work?" Dean asked, scratching his head.

But his answer was Seth's confused face that held the expressions of shock and disappointment.

"What were you doing last night?" Seth's voice was pure pain and anger.

"I was here... sleeping. I've been here all night." Dean said without understanding anything.

"Are you cheating on me?" Seth demanded angrily.

The nurse pulled Dean out of bed and led him in front of the large closet mirror. Dean watched in horror as his eyes found his body covered in marks, hickies and bites. The marks of Roman's hands on his hips, proof of the fact that he had not hallucinated a thing.

"How could you?" Seth claimed hysterical. "In our own house!"

Dean was speechless. How could he explain this? How he was going to explain that his ex-boyfriend came back from the other world to get his revenge? How he was going to explain that he let Roman use him like he was a whore? Besides, who would believe such a thing?

Now, watching Seth fume in anger and pain, Dean understood why Roman said his vengeance against Seth would begin at dawn.


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