Twenty Five

"No."

Corey stared at him. "Are you sure, Dean?"

"Oh yeah, Core," Dean replied in a menacing voice, staring back intensely. "I'm damn sure."

"You can't stand in front of him, sacrificing for him every damn day, Dean. We'll get his blood sooner or later."

"Of course I can. Watch me."

"You-"

"Stay the fuck away from him, Corey."

Dean found Roman striding towards them purposely. His boyfriend had a murderous look on his face.

Corey stretched his arms out. "Roman! I guess you've heard everything… wait a minute. You can't feel him here."

Roman pushed Dean behind. "It's called care. You should learn about it sometime. I don't need to feel Dean. I've cared about him before all this."

Corey threw his head back and laughed. "Oh Roman. You're so funny."

"Really? Kinda ironic considering how I always thought you were a joke."

The Master's smile faded. "Watch it, Reigns."

Roman took a step forward. "You watch it. I'm not scared of you. And neither is Dean. We don't experience fear and we don't back down."

"I'd touch you, Roman but it's not the time yet. I'd be glad to destroy you once I've obtained your blood before that blue moon comes about." Corey smiled and walked backwards, eventually fading.

When his boyfriend finally looked at him, Dean noticed his murderous expression had softened. "You."

"I didn't know he was-"

"Next time I say I'm following you, there better be no argument."

Dean frowned. "That's not your choice to make, Roman."

"Oh?" Roman countered. "I can't lose you, Dean. You mean too much to me."

"That's not the point!"

His boyfriend pulled him towards their car despite his protests. Fuck. Roman was the stronger one.

"I need to see Bret!" Dean demanded when seated inside.

"And I'm driving you there."

Throughout the car ride, he stared out the window, refusing to answer a single question. Roman swerved the car to a lonely road close by the Arena.

"This is not the place," Dean snapped.

"He finally talks," Roman said.

"Stop telling me how to live my life."

"Since when have I ever? Everything you've done has been either us discussing or you pretty much doing whatever you feel right."

"Because it's my life."

"No, Dean. It's our lives. If you accepted his damn offer, did you even think how I'd feel?"

"I wasn't going to. And even if I had, it would have counted as a sacrifice. This whole thing could be over."

"You don't know that for sure."

Dean tore his eyes away from Roman's inquisitive stare. "Whatever. Just drive me there."

"It's not whatever, Dean. You knew how I felt when you were not responding to-"

Dean had crawled over onto his boyfriend's lap by then so he crashed his lips down, trying to distract him. Immediately, Roman kissed him back.

"I can't lose you, Dean," Roman said when they broke apart. "I don't know what I'd do."

"You won't."

"Still no blood," Phil taunted pouring champagne into two long flute glasses when Corey walked into the dark house. "My regeneration won't last long. There's only so long I can exist with Sika's blood."

"I'm trying to figure out what to do!" Corey growled. "They both are so damn protective of one another! This isn't like when they were teenagers! But even then, we were wrong. Dean would sacrifice for Roman time and time again. They're stronger together. They-"

"So wipe off Dean's memory. You'd have him abandoning his duties, his boyfriend… Roman will be all alone. You think he'd have the heart to fight? Nothing is more painful than your loved one forgetting you. Even if we don't get his blood, he doesn't have Dean. We can destroy him and his whole dynasty!

"I like the way you think, darling…"

The two men clicked their glasses together.

"Seth Rollins!" Dean announced when he stepped inside his brother's house, with Roman walking in behind him. "What did you cook?"

"Carbonara," his brother replied as Finn shook Roman's hand.

"Dean Ambrose doesn't eat pasta."

"Dean," Roman said, an arm around his waist, "stop lying."

"I prefer pizza."

Seth crossed his arms. "Seth Rollins doesn't care if you like pizza."

"Dean Ambrose is the guest here."

'Well, surprise, surprise, Dean Ambrose. The world doesn't revolve around you."

"Nah. Dean got surprised once. Can't happen again. Back to you, Roman Reigns!" He shrugged off his leather jacket and tossed it on the couch.

Seth gave him a look. Dean loved ribbing him more than anything.

"Wow, Seth. Your home's very-" Roman started complimenting.

"Roman, quit being polite," Dean cut him off. "Finn decorated it."

His boyfriend rolled his eyes. "I decorated our place too, Dean."

The four men sat down at the table. Dean would never admit to Roman in a million years how he got butterflies in his stomach every time his boyfriend helped fix him a plate. "Is this okay?" Roman asked.

"Yeah," Dean mumbled before staring at the wine in front of him. "Do you have beer?"

"We do not drink that around here," Seth declared. "It's… it's…"

"Nothing wrong with beer. Roman and I kick back at home, drinking some; we even share it."

"You share beers?"

"It's romantic."

Seth gave Roman a surprised look. "I never would have guessed you to love beers, Roman."

"I do, surprisingly," Roman admitted.

"What you drink says a lot about you. Men who drink wine are cultured, sophisticated."

Dean leaned forward, smiling at his brother cheekily. "Uh huh."

"And men who drink beer are sensible and practical." Seth looked horrified. "Roman, Dean is neither of those!"

"Well," Roman conceded as he twirled pasta around his fork. "That's true."

"Roman!" Dean gaped.

"What? It is true."

"I am sensible. If I'm not, how did I end up falling for you?"

The warm smile on Roman's face made his heart flutter; still the warmest smile he had ever seen. "Dean," his boyfriend said before giving him a quick kiss.

Seth made a gagging sound.

"Shut up, Seth," Dean remarked.

"You two are nauseating," his brother commented.

"If you think this is nauseating, you should see us in bed."

Seth almost choked. "Dean!"

Roman smiled a little as did Finn; only Seth was scowling.

After dinner, they sat down in the living room making chit chat about life now. "I always liked the way Roman looked at you," Seth said when Dean and him were in the kitchen putting tortillas into bowls.

"Yeah?" Dean puzzled.

"He always has - till now - the same starry eyed look when he looks at you. And you too. Though half the time, you look like you want to beat someone up in the parking lot of Denny's."

"Maybe."

Dean found Roman laughing at something Finn had said when Seth and him returned to the living room. When his boyfriend turned to look at him, Dean blushed. Fuck, Roman was so damn beautiful.

The auburn haired man knew that sometimes he took it for granted.

"Uh Seth," Dean immediately asked his brother, trying to divert his own attention away from Roman. "What were you saying over the phone?"

"Oh that." Seth's facial expression turned serious. "I'm a King Slayer and Finn is a demon."

Dean's jaw dropped.

"Finn's a what?"

Roman watched Dean doing a double take quickly between both men.

"A demon," Seth repeated again.

Dean shook his head profusely. "There is no way Finn is a demon."

Finn smiled. "A good one, I assure you. I'm originally from Bloomville, if you remember. Our history with you guys is a rich one. You see, the Irish helped out the Samoans in the original battle. Most of us in that town are either demons or immortals. I was very aware of the two of you from the beginning. My king, Sheamus, was adamant that we assist your family again, Roman, should it come down to it again. Looks like it's about to."

"But you… you aged like the rest of us!"

"I was merely shedding my skin."

Roman exhaled. "Nothing surprises me anymore." He pulled Dean down beside him. "So Seth… who's the King?"

"I-"

"You're the biggest prima donna I have ever met!" Dean interrupted. "Now you slay Kings?!"

"Well-"

"Are you going to slay Sheamus?"

"No!"

"Sika?"

"Dean!" all three of men said at the same time.

"Sorry," Dean apologised.

"So anyway," Seth continued, "before my brother interrupted me, yes. It's my duty to help you guys.. to slay kings… well, just one King. I was informed of it by Mark during freshman year at U."

"Mark again?!"

"Well, Dean, he did tell Roman and you about your destiny. Jey had been tracing down descendants. My ancestor was Tyler Black. He was Jon's blood brother."

Roman whistled. "It's crazy how destiny has tied us all together."

"It's actually your destiny that affected the people around you."

"So were Finn and you together in the past?" Dean asked.

"No. We happened to just fall in love in this life."

Love… love was the most powerful force in the world. His uncle's words came back to him as he watched Seth smiling at Finn with tenderness.

"I don't know who this King is," Seth admitted. "But I spent my time training with Mark every day since he revealed the information to me."

"I don't remember the original book - the Book of the Ancients - mentioning the King. If we hadn't read Jon's book, we wouldn't have known," Roman mused.

"I'm not sure about the King but he's a force to be reckoned with apparently. But hey, Finn and I have your backs as I'm sure your family does too."

Roman wasn't sure about that entirely. His father had betrayed him; he was a bit apprehensive about the rest.

When they reached home, Dean took out a bottle of Corona from the fridge. "This whole thing is overwhelming."

"It is, isn't it?" Roman agreed. "But hey, it's Seth. We trust him."

Dean nodded as he opened the cap. "Yeah. We do."

His boyfriend seemed tensed so Roman started to plant small kisses on his face. "Come on. You need to loosen up."

"Me?"

"Yeah." He fastened his lips on Dean's. "You. Me. Bed. Now."

Dean grinned. "Well, can't say no to that."

He had to ask Roman twice about going over to see Leakee the next morning.

"I'm sure." Roman looked nervous then. "Dean?"

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"Can my family come too?"

"What?!"

"I figured we could all learn from someone of our bloodline…"

"You just had to bring it up."

"It'd be useful."

Dean stormed out of the living room out into the patio and threw himself on their oversized lounge chair. "Fine. But you know, it'd be easier to bring Leakee and Jon over instead of us lot going there."

"Dean, that's a great idea!" Roman thrilled. "What are we waiting for?"

Over their years together, Dean had seen all sorts of emotions crossed Roman's face. When they were standing right in front of Leakee's house, his boyfriend's jaw dropped.

"Dean, is this-"

"Yeah. Their home."

The door swung open at that moment; Leakee was staring at them both, face slightly frowning before his eyes widened at Roman. "You!"

"Me?" Roman asked.

Leakee looked at Dean. "Dean!"

The fact he remembered Dean was moving. "Yeah. That's uh-"

"Roman," Leakee concluded.

"Yeah. My love."

Roman smiled at him at those words. "And my love."

Leakee was also smiling widely at the sight in front of him it seemed. "You're both welcomed into my home."

When they entered, Jon waiting with a smile and some drinks. "Dean!"

Crap.

"This is Roman!" Leakee seemed excited to see Roman; it was endearing to Dean. "He's so-"

"Pretty," Jon added.

"Hey!" Dean snapped at his ancestor, holding Roman's arm. "He's mine. Get your own one."

"I do have my own."

Right. Of course.

Roman cleared his throat, clearly amused. "So the reason why we're here is because I have your blood running through me. I need you to teach me how to use your powers. The war will be in about a month… ummm thirty days and they're all back home. All three of them."

Leakee smiled at him. "It will be my honor to teach you, Roman," his ancestor said. "You have been through so much but yet here you are standing tall in front of me. I am proud of you."

Jon was about to say something to Dean but the auburn haired MMA fighter shook his head. "Don't. I wouldn't say a word if I were you."

"Why?" Jon was intrigued.

"Don't. Don't ask. It's better to be ignorant. Trust me."

"I do not think so, Dean."

"Well, I know so, Jon."

"You miss your old life."

Dean felt all three men staring at him then. "Of course I miss my old life. Who doesn't?"

"I do not."

"That's because you do not have a damn warfare coming for you, Jon."

Jon stared at Leakee and Roman. "I do not think he likes me."

"I miss my life. I was a freaking MMA fighter. It was what I wanted to do since I was a kid. You wouldn't know what it means," he added when Jon opened his mouth. "I wanted to fucking enjoy life and now I have to deal with this bullcrap after thirteen fucking years?! I'm sick of all this! If I could take Roman without any of this, I would. I-" He caught himself.

Roman was staring at him.

"I didn't mean that. I'm not sure what I meant."

"If you need to rest, it is okay to go home." Leakee patted Roman's shoulder. "I will continue training Roman."

"I am not leaving Roman behind."

"We were wondering if you'd like to join us in our home for a week or so," Roman explained. "My family will be there and I can introduce you."

"Excellent! Jon, pack our things-"

"You may have to change into our clothes there for the time being… to fit in."

Leakee nodded. "I do not see why not."

When they reached present time, Jey, Jimmy, Nia, Tama and Tamina reached their home within an hour. By that time, Leakee and Jon had changed into Roman's clothes - Dean's were a bit small for both of them - and were in the living room.

As expected, they were all gushing over Leakee with some touching Jon's hair.

'It's uncanny, Uce," Jey awed. "He looks so much like you. And Jon looks like Dean."

Jon beamed.

"I have so much to clarify with you; I have a long list!"

"We will do our best to help you out any way we can," Leakee agreed.

"Can't you help us fight this war?" Tamina wanted to know.

"This is Roman and Dean's war. Not ours."

"Should we call Cameron?" Jimmy asked. "I mean dude took fencing during college."

For some reason, Dean felt suffocated then. There was so much going on at the same time. Even when they were in their high school years, it was nothing like this: kings, masters, moons and battles, soulmates that were somewhat soulmates...

This time seemed to be double of that. Their destiny was coming full circle instead of the semi one it was previously.

"You okay, baby boy?"

Roman's brows were burrowed.

"Just… tired," Dean said quietly.

"Why don't you sit in the patio or the porch?" his boyfriend suggested. "The fresh air may help."

"And leave you alone here?"

"I'm in the house, baby boy. There's no need to worry."

Dean would have argued that Roman may need him but he was so exhausted. "Sure."

"I understand," his boyfriend assured him. "I'm tired as well."

"Where are we moving after this ends?"

"I think we'd be happier in Sandalwood."

"I think so too." He sighed. "We could get an apartment again."

"Anything you want."

"Are you sure you can be alone inside?"

"Leakee is able to help us if anything happens." Roman pulled him for a long kiss. "Just get some fresh air."

Just as Dean closed the door quietly behind him, he heard Jimmy begging Jey to ask Cameron to come and it made him angry. Son of a-

Fuck, fresh air. He'd go to a bar or something.

When he arrived at Road Rage, the new bar in town which had a trailer park as the main bar with lots of long tables and chairs, the place was expectedly not packed considering it was noon. Dean chose an outdoor seating. He ordered a bottle of beer and smoked while he waited.

"Hello, Dean."

Dean groaned. "Fuck, Corey. Leave me alone and come back when the fucking blue moon is present. I'm trying to enjoy an ice cold beer and cigarette."

"Trying to forget your troubles?" his psychotic ex boyfriend said. "Don't worry, Dean. I can help you with that."

He placed his hand on Dean's head.

Roman felt a foreign feeling overcome him while Leakee was explaining to them about the war. "Roman?" his ancestor asked. "What's wrong?"

"Dean…" Roman stood up. "Something's wrong." He opened the door and found no one outside. "Fuck. Where did he go?"

The Samoan warrior took out his cellphone. There was a long ring before he heard Dean answer groggily. "Hello?"

"Where are you?!"

"Uh…"

Shit. Was he drunk so fast? Roman looked at his watch. It was only twelve ten.

"Road Rage?"

Roman hung up quickly and raced to his car. He kept hoping and praying that nothing happened to his boyfriend along the way as the GPS instructed him to the location. When he reached Road Rage, he found Dean rubbing his head groggily.

"Dean!" Roman touched his shoulder and his boyfriend jerked.

"Who the hell are you?" his boyfriend demanded.

"Oh no. How much did you drink?"

"Just a bottle." He was now giving Roman a lookover. "Wow. You are fucking hot."

What the… He wanted to do this now? "Let's go home. We can do it at night."

"Home?"

"Yeah."

"Your place?"

"Our place, Dean."

"What our place? No offense, bro but I'm not asking for marriage... just sex."

"What are you even-"

"If you want commitment, wrong guy, pal."

Bro? Pal? "Dean, are coming down with something?"

"I feel perfectly fine… uh…" Dean took out his phone and slid the unlock button. "Roman." His eyes widened at the sight of the wallpaper. "That's you and me."

"Of course. You're my boyfriend, Dean. Who else did you expect it to be?"

"You mean… you… and me…?"

Dean had to be either drunk or had amnesia. "Twenty years and I get this."

"The fuck? I wasted twenty years with you?"

Roman stared at him in horror. No. No. No. This was bad. This was very bad. "Dean, please. Follow me back. It's just for a while. I'll explain everything at home."

"Nope."

Roman forced himself to smile. "I'll let you top?"

Dean shrugged. "Sold!"

"Looks like they wiped out his memories of you both."

Roman was afraid of that. "Can you heal him?"

Jey shook his head. "Such things are hard… how do I put it? It's gotta be from the heart."

"I've got to make him fall in love with me again?"

"Yeah."

Jimmy was panicking. "We don't have time for that!"

Dean, who was sitting on the couch, jumped to his feet. "Neither do I!" He tapped Roman on his shoulder. "Gotta go, Ro. When you feel horny or something, give me a call."

Roman was about to protest when Leakee walked in with Jon from the patio then, making Dean yelp. "We have twins!"

"It's hard to explain," Jey said.

"You people are a strange bunch."

"Says the one who's Roman's soulmate."

"Repeat that."

"You're Roman's soulmate."

"What? That's just crap people come up with to make their lovers believe anything."

Roman smiled faintly, remembering a then seventeen year old Dean saying the exact same thing to Mark when he revealed to them their destiny.

"Not this one," Nia commented.

"Yeah. I'll be leaving now…"

Roman blocked him. "Let me try to reason with him," he said softly to his family.

Alone in their bedroom, Roman closed the door to give them some privacy. "You sleep here?"

"We sleep here."

He was heading to the bedside table to retrieve Jon's book when Dean jumped on him, causing both of them to fall on the bed; his boyfriend started to kiss him. Roman ran his hand through Dean's hair while returning it with just as much passion.

Dean rained kisses all over his face then. "Fuck, Roman. You're so hot," he said over and over. "You're so fucking hot." He grabbed Roman's face again and claimed his lips once more.

That was all Dean knew because they didn't have the history between them. They had the here and now.

He pulled Roman's t-shirt over his head, eyes roaming at his upper body. "So fucking gorgeous." He started to kiss him again.

"Dean, are you sure you want this?" Roman asked.

Dean stopped kissing his neck and then looked him into his eyes. "I want you, Roman."

"I want you too. But-"

"But?"

"But not like this. You were more to me than this."

"Must you be so sentimental? I wanna fuck you. We'll discuss the details later, okay?"

Roman's heart was pounding fast. "Okay," he replied softly before pulling Dean down to him.

A/N Biggest challenge yet…