A/N:

Because tomorrow is WRESTLEMANIA I thought I would post this chapter tonight so everyone has still time to read it.

I got one of the most touching reviews today by Someone Anon. Thank you!

Big night tomorrow for all of the boys…ex Shield boys that is. But I fear for at least one of them the undefeated streak at WM will end…and I would love to be proven wrong about this!

But on with the story now!


Chapter 2 – Marriage rules

Roman noticed something was off between Dean and Seth at the restaurant. Normally the two of them were always in some kind of banter but today they were quiet. Seth interacted normally with Emma though, he was even downright flirty but with Dean there was no interaction at all. And Dean was quiet and concentrated on his work, chopping vegetables with more force than necessary.

"I evoke the marriage rule no 3. Thou shall talk to your husband about your problems." Roman put a hand on Dean's right hand that held the chopping knife.

"Your rules are bull." Dean growled.

"Is that so? I remember you like rule no 2: Ask and you shall receive. You evoke that rule in bed most often. What is your favorite plea? More? Harder? Or was it deeper?"

Dean looked up and pointed the knife at Roman. "You asked. There is no turning back after this so don't complain later."

With that the blonde man dropped the knife and walked out of the kitchen followed by Roman. They ended up in Roman's office. Well, it was no longer just Romans office, it was theirs as well as the restaurant itself.

"Come here." Roman plopped down into his chair and pulled Dean on his lap.

"Talk to me baby."

Dean played with the buttons of Romans cook jacket for a while and Roman let him fidget for a bit. He knew Deans antics and fidgeting was a form of thought processing for Dean. He in turn brushed his hands through Dean's soft hair that got kind of long again. And secretly Roman agreed by now, that Dean's hair should always be a little longer, a little wilder. Because it really gave him something to hold on to in bed. And he simply loved the way Dean's hair stuck out in every direction after their lovemaking. It was like leaving a hickey on him, just a little more subtle. Or not. Because by now every one of their employees knew the signs, knew Dean's after sex hair-do because the dirty blonde guy wouldn't pay it any mind, he didn't even really comb it with his fingers. That was just Dean. Giving a shit. But right now something was on his mind and Roman needed to find out what it is, even if it was uncomfortable as Dean had promised. They would get through this. Together. No matter what it is.

"I fear Seth is gay and has the hots for me." he finally spilled out fast without looking Roman in the eyes.

When the big guy didn't answer Dean looked up and blue eyes found silver ones. There was no surprise written on Romans face and that made Dean raise his eyebrows questioningly. The two men didn't need to voice everything they understood each other without words sometimes.

"You suspected something..."

Oh hell yeah did Roman suspect something. He had been young once as well. Young and gay and afraid to tell anyone.

"I know how I acted when I was his age. I told every adventure with a girl overly loud to everyone that would listen. Just… there were none. Plus I know he has no problem with our relationship but he jokes about it too much. And lately he interrupts us more and more. Even more than at the apartment. He watches us when we lie together on the couch and watch a movie. He sneaks peaks when we kiss."

Dean thought about this and he had to agree but then Roman dropped another bomb.

"He likes us both but I guess you were more approachable."

"What do you mean he likes us both? As in like like? As in I want to fuck them? Ro!"

Dean got up and paced in the small office shaking his head.

"He is a friend. We practically adopted him"

Dean was clearly shaken up by all of this while Roman took it in calmly. Maybe it was because of the fact that once he had laid his eyes on Seth and he had seen that uncanny resemblance to the guy he had dreamt about he had known that the kid was in their lives for a reason. And it was wrong to call him a kid. He wasn't one. And he told Dean exactly that.

"He is 18. He never had a real family. He is probably more mature than you are. He is no child. He may look like one but neither his age nor his mindset suggest child anymore. We let him crash. As a friend. And now he developed feelings. I suppose on the streets you are not really picky when it comes to sex." Roman mused.

"I was. I never had a fling while living on the streets. What do we do now?"

Now Dean brushed a hand through his hair but it was not like he cared about his hair cut he just needed an outlet for his frustrated energy.

"I don't know. It must be hard for the kid growing into his sexuality finding two men he likes but not being able to act on it because he keeps his sexuality a secret even from us, he doesn't want to break us up and he is grateful we gave him a place to stay."

Dean sighed. "You are no help here Ro. Will we talk to him about this? What will we say?"

"I guess we need to make up our minds first." Roman offered and Dean asked:" About what?"

Roman just raised one eyebrow as in, 'you know about what'.

Dean's eyes widened. Was Roman suggesting what he thought he was suggesting? A what? A threesome? A ménage-à-trois? Polygamy? He wouldn't…okay, another glance told Dean the big guy was serious. "Get out! You slut."

Dean turned on his heels, not able to wrap his mind about this suggestion right now but before he reached the door Roman called after him: "At least I didn't make up stupid excuses to touch him."

Dean flipped him off and walked back into the kitchen.


Seth lowered his head. He felt ashamed. He had watched Roman and Dean walk out of the kitchen. Clearly to talk about him.

Dean and Roman had given him a place to stay. He knew them from the shelter, knew about their relationship that's why he kept his sexuality a secret from them when they took him in. He didn't want to raise tensions between them. Or appear as a threat to their relationship. So he mocked them often and told them fairy tales about girls at school or his crush on Emma.

But lately his feelings had started to overwhelm him and they were not entirely innocent in this. Dean was easier readable than Roman. He found excuses to touch him and their banter became physical as well. Roman was more difficult. He was a little more reserved but Seth felt that vibe from him as well. When he had gotten the tattoo down his spine between his shoulder blades Roman had held his hand and his big thumb had caressed his skin over and over again during the whole process.

And now he had messed up and Dean knew. And Roman would know as well, Dean would probably tell him right now.

"I feel sick and will go home. Can you tell them when they come back Damien?"

"Sure kid. Take care."

Seth hastily left the restaurant and practically jogged home.

He climbed two steps at a time up to his place above the two car garage.

He had a room and a bathroom here. It was really spacy and a dream to stay in. When he walked into the garage and through the door he could enter the main house but that was not his destination today. Would never be again his destination…

He dropped to his knees and pulled out a duffle bag from underneath his bed and he started to throw things into it.

When it was stuffed he closed it and without turning back he ran down the stairs, walked down the short driveway and turned left on the sidewalk leaving his first real home behind…