Epilogue:

Rating: M

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One Year Later

Dean glanced around the grand ballroom that he was currently standing in. The extravagantly decorated space was filled with a mixture of people he knew and people he was still yet to meet. His heart was pounding in his chest as he gripped onto his flute of champagne. He took a sip from the expensive glass, his blue eyes taking in every single elaborate detail of the room and of course the people that filled it. They were all dressed in designer clothing, perfectly matching and accompanying what their partners were wearing.

He felt so out of place here even though he was a part of the company that was hosting the function. When they'd arrived, he'd been met with judgmental glares from people who were his coworkers and who also answered to Roman. He didn't want what they thought about him to affect his night out with his boyfriend but they'd been staring at the two of them and whispering no doubt hurtful things about them for the past hour. He let out a sigh and took another sip of his champagne.

The past twelve months had felt like a dream for Dean. He and Roman had moved to New York with ease and settled into his lover's penthouse apartment quite easily. Of course though Dean had to do some redecorating. Even though Roman had splashed out a fortune before they'd moved cities, Dean just had to make a few minor changes.

He hadn't had to change much but the overall decor of the apartment had a definitive Roman flavour that just needed some Dean incorporated into it. He only changed the beige leather couches to black and purchased a completely new bed and mattress. Their apartment had two large bedrooms, two bathrooms, a spacious kitchen and two large living and dining areas. They also had a huge balcony that Dean loved to spend a lot of his spare time with Roman on. And it was fairly secluded and private out there so of course, they'd had sex out there more than a few times.

He'd seamlessly fitted into life in New York, the usual day of getting up early and driving to work with Roman was something of habit now. He almost couldn't believe how long he'd spent working nights when there was so many opportunities for things to do during the evening. His job had been the hardest adjustment but once he got into a routine, his work day felt normal. It helped that Roman had been there by his side. Even if he did spend his whole lunch break in Roman's office with the door locked, usually on his knees or on the table, his lip tugged between his teeth to stifle the moans and groans.

When he wasn't at work, he'd been spoiled completely with lavish gifts, the newest and most expensive designer clothing and then of course there was the spontaneous trips to various spots all over the country and even a few overseas. He knew that he was lucky every time he slid into his brand new white Mercedes car that Roman had insisted he purchase for him. He'd also urged Dean to sell his beloved black car because it reminded him of his previous life before the pair had met.

He was torn away from his thoughts when he felt a strong hand rest on the small of his back and a pair of familiar lips press against the side of his head. He leaned into the feather light touch, turning to look at his boyfriend. "The jerks that have been glaring at me since I walked in probably saw that, you know."

Roman let out a light laugh. "And? They're just jealous."

"Jealous that I'm getting fucked by the boss." Dean replied.

"Who cares?" Roman asked. "I was fucking you before we even came here so they can get the hell over it."

Dean smiled at his boyfriend. "I love you."

"I love you too." Roman returned the smile before pressing a delicate kiss to his lover's lips. "Are you having a good night?"

"I am when you're here with me." Dean answered honestly. He let out a sigh. "I don't want to complain but I don't really know anyone here except for you and it's kinda boring."

"I promise that we'll leave as soon as we can." Roman wrapped his arm around Dean's hip and pulled the younger man in closer, turning Dean around to face him. His grey orbs locked with his boyfriend's blues and he pulled a smile. He watched Dean's lips also twitch into a matching grin. "In the meantime, please try and have some fun. Drink some more of the free champagne."

"You know how champagne makes me act!" Dean laughed lightly.

"Exactly." Roman grinned. "You're extra cheeky when you've had a little too much champagne. Especially the extra expensive stuff."

Dean shot his boyfriend a knowing grin. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to get me drunk Mr. Reigns."

"You've caught me." Roman winked at him. He then let out a low groan. "You calling me Mr. Reigns gets me all hot and bothered in this Versace suit." He slid his hand from around Dean's hip and cheekily grabbed a handful of Dean's plump ass cheek. His eyebrow shot up as he didn't feel the clear definition of an underpants line. "You're not wearing anything under there, are you?"

Dean smirked. "Nothing at all Mr. Reigns."

Roman let out a low growl. "We might have to have a performance review when I get you home."

Dean gave him an innocent look and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. "As long as you go easy on me, Mr. Reigns."

Roman let out another laugh. "You wouldn't like that and you know it."

Dean leaned forward and kissed his lover hard on the lips. He wished to make it more intense, more passionate but they were in a very public place with Roman's bosses all around them. He pulled away from the kiss and smiled at the other man. "Maybe."

Roman merely smiled. He'd never get sick of looking at the man in front of him. No matter how much time they would be together, there would never be a time when he would not be enamored by the younger man's looks. He tore his gaze away from his lover when a familiar person caught his eye across the room. He was sure that the other person who had caught his eye was Dean's former friend.

He turned Dean around slightly. "Isn't that Seth?"

Dean looked over to where Roman was indicating. He felt his heart skip a beat in his chest, his stomach uncomfortably swirling as he looked over and saw the man he used to fondly call his best friend. The pair hadn't spoken since he left their shared apartment. He'd blocked Seth on all of his social media accounts and his phone number. Seth had burned all those bridges after his little hissy fit on the day that he'd left Chicago. Seth hadn't changed much. He still looked the same except for the no doubt new suit that he was donning tonight. "What is he doing here?"

"I have no idea." Roman answered. "But he's here with David Batista. One of the most powerful men in New York."

Dean looked at the man that had one hand on the small of Seth's back. Dave was maybe a few inches taller than Seth and definitely broader. He had large, strong shoulders that were perfectly framed in an expensive looking, immaculately tailored black suit jacket. He was wearing a white dress shirt underneath the suit with a thick black tie. He had a shaved head but the stubble that remained on the top of his scalp was dark. He had a very strong face, with very pointed features. Dean supposed that he was attractive but he was a lot older, the lines of age appearing at the corners of his eyes when he smiled.

"I don't want to see him." He said quietly after a moment. He turned to look at Roman whose arm was still around his waist.

"I think you should." Roman said quietly. "I think it would be good for both of you."

Dean took a sip from his drink before he spoke. "I didn't leave Chicago on the best terms with him."

"He was your friend though Dean." Roman replied. "Just say hello and be done with it."

Dean sighed. "I don't want to."

"Looks like you might not have a choice." Roman murmured, his head gesturing over to where Dave and Seth were now walking towards them.

"Fuck." Dean hissed. He drained the last of his champagne flute, swapping it for Roman's almost full one.

"Slow down." Roman said quietly against Dean's ear, his lips pressing a soft kiss against the side of his lover's head. "Don't want you to cause a scene."

"Good evening Mr. Reigns and guest." Dave greeted as he reached the pair. "My name is David Batista and it is an utter privilege to finally meet you."

There was a slight smile on Roman's face as Dave said his name. "How is it that you know my name? We've never met before."

"I've had my eye on you for a while now." Dave answered. He held out his hand for Roman who gladly shook it. He heard a cough from beside him. "Oh. Where are my manners? This is Seth Rollins, my boyfriend."

"Yes. We are already acquainted." Roman replied. "My boyfriend-" he gestured to Dean beside him "-Dean Ambrose and Seth used to be room mates back in Chicago."

Dave made a face. "Huh. He's never mentioned you before Dean."

"Of course he hasn't." Dean muttered into his glass.

Roman gave his lover a heated look that clearly meant for him to be quiet. "What about me has caught your interest? I'm a relative nobody compared to you."

"I have a business proposition for you." Dave started. "Perhaps you would like to discuss further with me out on the balcony? And these two former room mates can get reacquainted?"

"That sounds great." Roman ignored the death glare that Dean shot at him and instead pressed a kiss to the side of his lover's face before he followed Dave off and out to the balcony.

Dean stood there awkwardly. His hand was tightly clutched around his glass, his blue eyes looking at Seth while his former friend looked right back at him. He was waiting for an apology that he knew would never come. He sighed, taking another sip from his drink before he started talking. "I see you got everything you wanted. So was it really worth it being a jealous asshole the last time you saw me?"

"I'm the asshole, am I?" Seth asked. "Says you who attacked me and told me I'd never get anything."

"Well I didn't think you would." Dean answered honestly. "And besides, my best friend of seven years wouldn't even look at me on the day that I left. Some friend you were."

"I didn't wish you well because I didn't want you to go." Seth replied. "I know it was selfish but I wanted you to stay in Chicago with me. It was easier for me to be a dick to you than to say goodbye to you."

"Well why the fuck didn't you say that instead of nothing? You gave me absolutely nothing." Dean responded. "And now you have everything you've ever wanted."

"Not everything." Seth said quietly.

"Of course you don't." Dean rolled his eyes. "And what are you missing?"

"You." Seth answered. He watched Dean's eyes go wide. "You were my only friend in Chicago and it was lonely there without you. For the past twelve months, I've had no one to really talk to the way that we used to."

"I haven't either." Dean replied honestly. "My colleagues all resent me because I'm dating Roman."

"I'm kinda glad that I ran into you here." Seth said. "I waited months and months and months for Dave to finally ask me to move here with him. And in reality, it was to try and see you again." He watched Dean swallow down a lump in his throat. "I'm really sorry for how I acted Dean. I shouldn't have been such a shit friend."

"Yeah. You were a shit friend." Dean said quietly. "I'm willing to fix our broken friendship if you promise to not be so damn petty." He placed his now empty glass on one of the tables when he heard Seth make a noise. He turned back to the other man. "What?"

"What is that on your hand?" Seth asked excitedly.

Dean looked down at his left hand. On his ring finger, he had two letter's tattooed on it. 'RR'. Roman had his initials in the same spot too. "They're Roman's initials. What about them?"

"Did you two get married or something?" Seth asked curiously.

"No." Dean answered. "I mean, I'm sure one day that we will but for now, this is just for us. To show how much we love each other."

Seth pulled a smile. "That's cute."

"You and Dave are serious now, though, right?" Dean asked.

"Uh. Kinda?" Seth responded. "I know that he really likes me and we're together but there's someone else I'm seeing as well."

"Seth!" Dean gasped loudly. "You get the perfect guy and you're still sleeping around?"

Seth rolled his eyes. "It's just sex with the other one. Dave is gone a lot for work and I have needs."

"You're playing with fire Seth." Dean pointed out.

"It wouldn't be me if it wasn't playing with fire." Seth answered.

Dean merely smiled. "You haven't changed a bit."

"Neither have you." Seth grinned back. He linked his arms through Dean's and the pair walked from their spot across the room. "We have lots to talk about. I've missed out on a whole year of hearing about your life." He said. "And that's even before we get to your outfit choice for tonight."

Dean merely rolled his eyes but there was a smile on his face. This was the one thing that he'd been missing since he'd moved here. He looked over at his friend, who was still waffling on about something. Seth hadn't changed one bit and for that he was glad.

They were still boy toys after all.

END

A/N: And we're done. Firstly, I just want to say thank you to everyone for reading and reviewing, especially those of you who have done it for every single chapter. This has been my most popular story to date and it wouldn't have been without all of you wonderful people who kept reading and writing reviews. Until we meet again with my next fic, GatesVengeance x