A/N: Just call me Melle, ruiner of lives for this chapter.
"Hey, Dean." Roman said, smiling. They were in the locker room, getting dressed for Raw live tonight, it was about three hours away. Roman wanted to address Dean kissing that diva but he didn't know how to do it without sounding clingy. Somehow he wished that Dean was still his, that he could turn back time and choose him. "Hey bro." is all Dean says back. Roman looks at Dean again, trying to muster up the courage to say something to his friend, but as soon as he opened his mouth he noticed Dean walking out of the locker room. Dean was at the catering table with no shirt on, and quickly he saw Mel. That diva he was kissing earlier today. Roman watched Dean as Dean watched Mel bend over. Roman felt a twinge of jealousy at the entire scene. He used to look at his ass like that, he used to want him like that.
Roman shook it off, gaining control once more so he muster up the courage to talk to his friend. "So umm, you excited to start up the fued soon?" Roman asks, trying to get Dean's attention back. "Huh? Oh yeah. Dude it's going to be awesome." Dean says, not turning towards Roman, smirking at Mel's ass.
Mel finally notices Dean watching her and she couldn't stop smiling. "You checking me out Ambrose?" Mel says, walking over to him, tiptoeing up to kiss Dean's cheek softly. "I mean, how can i check out something that is already mine?" He kisses her so possessively. Kinda like how he used to kiss Roman. Mel sees Roman standing there and she waves hi to him before whispering to Dean that she is going to see him later, leaving the two men alone.
Roman felt angry, and bitter. Fuck Ambrose for making him feel so out of control. He followed Dean back into the locker room, trying his best not to scream at him. "You're fucking her already aren't you?" Roman says, getting quite angry. "What's it to you, dude? I can fuck who i want." Dean replied, closing his locker and putting on his shirt. "Look, Dean if this is about the other night, I'm sorry man. I didn't mean to just leave you there. You don't need to go around fucking divas to prove to me that you can get laid."
Dean laughed, "So funny how you assume that I'm fucking her, you jealous prick. First, there are no 'divas' plural. It's just one and she's got a name, and second if i were fucking her, it wouldn't be about you. My life and my cock don't revolve around you. She's a sweet girl and i like her a lot. She plays no games and is straight forward with me. Am i fucking her? No. Because she's better than that."
Roman looked down, Dean never spoke of any woman like this. He had a thing for Renee years ago, but Roman and him started seeing each other shortly after and it ceased.
"Sorry, i was just assuming." Roman said almost sadly. "It's just i haven't seen you look at a girl since I've met you all those years ago. You said Divas are poison. Remember? You said they milk you dry and then get clingy and possessive.
Dean nodded, he did remember. "She's not like that. She's just... amazing." He admitted, and even though he had no real feelings for Mel it was nice to pretend that someone actually wanted him, someone who didn't play with his heart, someone who wasn't fucking married. "Why are you grilling me anyway? You're married." Dean acknowledged, sitting down on the bench.
"I know. You don't have to keep saying it, alright. I know I'm married. But can't i just..." Roman sat next to Dean on the bench, taking his hand. Dean tried to pull away but he didn't want too. "Can i make mistakes, Dean? I know i made so many. I'm not perfect and i don't pretend to be. But letting you go, was the biggest mistake of all." He pulled Dean closer, looking at his lips and his eyes before he tried to kiss him softly. Dean let it happen, even though they were in the locker room. I don't think either of them cared in that moment. Dean kissed him back gently, before he pulled back, moving his hand away.
"We both made mistakes, Ro. We let each other go and as much as i would like to just resume everything here and now, it doesn't change the fact that you're married. Or that I'm with Mel. I know I'm scum but even i know when you've made a commitment to someone, it's for life. You made a commitment to her. Be with her." Dean put his hand on Roman's shoulder and tried to walk away. He knew Roman was probably hurt but he had to tell him. He couldn't just kept letting this go on.
Roman wasn't going to let him go that easy though, he needed Dean in his life somehow. "Go on a date with me?" Roman yells, causing Dean and Seth who had just entered the locker room to turn around. "What?" Seth asked him, watching Roman look at Dean. What the fuck was going on? "Sorry, no dude it's not what you think. I was just asking Ambrose..." Roman started to say.
"On a date?" Rollins asked laughing.
Dean said nothing, he kept his mouth shut and looked down at his boots. "No, you heard wrong. See our boy Ambrose is dating the hot new diva around here, so i was asking him to go on a double date. You know him and her, me and my wife." Seth let out an audible "Oh." and nodded. "It just sounded like you were asking Ambrose out on a date, weird." Roman put his hands in his pockets and Dean stood there as well. Both not saying anything. "Ambrose, i thought the divas were poisonous?" Seth asked him, laughing and cutting the tension.
"Not this one." Dean answered him, scratching the back of his head, laughing too.
"He asked me on a date." Dean tells Mel as he came out of the shower. Raw was awesome. No one was expecting his heel turn. He was never more proud of turning heel than he was now in his career. He sucker punched Roman and hit him with a chair. The crowd chanted holy shit as he smashed the mic in Roman's face. "Well, did you say yes?" Mel asked, excited for her friend.
"I didn't get a chance to answer. Rollins came in, then he changed it to this whole debacle of double date between us and his wife." Dean shook his head, tossing the towel down. His naked body not even phasing Mel the least bit, "You want to go on a double date with the guy you used to fuck, and his wife? And want me to be beard for the evening to this shit fest?" Dean shrugged looking for his boxers. "I don't know what i want. What if this is an opening though? What if he sees that I'm right for him and she's not and he leaves her to be with me?"
Mel frowned, Dean deserved so much better. But she out of all people knew you couldn't help who you fall in love with. "Dean i gotta say, i don't think this is the best idea, but if you want to try. We can try. I just don't want you getting disappointed if what you want, doesn't happen." The back and forth between them were crazy. The jealousy thing worked for like a second and there Dean was, right back in Roman's web. There was literally nothing Mel could do now.
Dean got in bed and pulled the covers over him. Mel stood up, ready to go to her hotel room. "What could possibly go wrong?" Dean laughed, pulling her back down on the bed with him. Mel fell down on top of the curly haired man, looking down into his captivating blue eyes. "You know you deserve better than a married man right?" Mel said, brushing his lips with her fingertips softly. "I know. But i can't get over him. He's the one thing i want." Dean took her finger in his mouth, biting it softly. "I understand. Goodnight Dean." Mel got up but Dean wouldn't let her go. This kept happening. He couldn't sleep without her.
Mel stood up, taking off her shirt and jeans. She got in bed next to him and laid down on his chest. Guilt written on her face as she started to realize that this was a very bad idea. She had someone she cared for already back at home. Even though they broke up, she could bet he wasn't going to take too kindly to her sleeping with Dean Ambrose every single night.
Dean knocked on Mel's door, looking down at his watch. They were going to be late for this double date. As stupid as this was it was the only way he could see Roman without anyone being suspicious. Dean hadn't seen Roman's wife in years either, not since they were just engaged. She had everything he wanted, Roman. And he couldn't take that away from her. Both men were just caught in a tangled web and no matter what they tried to do to get out of it, they pulled each other back in again.
Mel opened the door and she looked stunning. A nice red dress and some black pumps to match. She was a knockout. "I'd fuck you." Dean says looking at her up and down. "Wow. I don't know if i expected more or less from you about what I'm wearing." She smiled and grabbed his arm, the two of them walking out looking amazing.
At dinner their were laughs and drinks as old stories of them filled the table. Nothing was awkward and it seemed like Roman and Dean were truly friends once again. But Roman started to notice Dean, lacing his fingers with Mel's and he could feel the jealousy rising again. He watched Dean carress her hand with his own, bringing it to his lips to kiss and that's when he had enough.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Roman says, giving Dean that look. A look that said "I need you. Now." Dean watched his eyes, knowing what he was asking. He gulped and waited five minutes, taking a sip of his beer before saying the same thing. He let go of Mel's hand, leaving her there alone. Mel knew what was about to happen, she looked at Roman's wife and she noticed the sadness in her eyes.
She knew. Mel could tell that she knew. The question is... for how long? "I hope they hurry." Mel whispers, reaching over to hold her hand. She just nods, looking down at her huge wedding ring. They sat in silence for awhile before Roman's wife started talking, "Do you love him?" Gal asks Mel. Mel didn't know how to answer without lying. She did care for him, but it wasn't like that. It was a sister/brother type thing, Dean's heart belonged to Roman. Right? But she didn't want Gal to see past their facade so she says, "Yeah, i do."
They were kissing like crazy in the stall, Roman grabbed his hair forcing his tongue down Dean's throat. Dean took it in, letting his tongue play with Roman's with so much passion that they couldn't contain it. "If i could i would take you right here." Roman whispers, sucking in Dean's bottom lip. Roman grabbed his ass, pressing his erection into Dean's. It was wrong. It was so wrong. But with Roman all wrongs felt right. "Roman... fuck." Dean says, grabbing Roman's ass as well, squeezing it hard. Wrong. His mind yelled as they kissed. Wrong. His heart said, as Roman cupped him through his jeans. Dean pushed him back abruptly, his mind going to Roman's wife. Wrong. His mind kept saying. She was sitting out there waiting for Roman to come back, and they were in the stall groping each other like a bunch of horny teenagers. "We need to get back out there." Roman nodded, trying to contain the big bulge in his pants. "You're right. But this isn't over." Roman says smirking. "It can't be." He kissed him again and Dean closed his eyes, melting into the wrongness once more.
They cleaned up and walked back out to the table, where the two women were waiting. "I want to go." Gal says, "Now." Roman just nods, he figured she was going to want to leave. "Dean bro, nice to see you man. Mel, it was nice to get acquainted." Roman smirked at her, right before they left.
"You're an asshole, Dean." Mel says, grabbing her purse and walking off and leaving Dean there alone.
She wouldn't answer her hotel room door or her cellphone. Dean was worried about her. He laid down in bed and before he knew it there was a knock on the door. He got up, thinking it was Mel.
Once he opened it though, he found the tall Samoan there, leaning against his doorway. Dean said nothing, he just let him in. Closing the door on right and wrong, igniting the flames once more.