Dean tossed a newspaper on Seth's desk.
"What the hell has possessed you?" The auburn haired man claimed. "Sponsor someone like Mike Mizanin for mayor! That guy is the same as Kane and Orton, only he doesn't have the resources those bastards have, but if thanks to you he becomes mayor, he will."
To say that Dean was upset was an understatement. Seth stared at him impassively, the heir did not even flinch.
"You should have seen Randy's face when he found out, especially when I told him that I wanted a debate between Kane and The Miz." Seth seemed not to have heard Dean's claim. "The Miz will handle that debate and also the horde of citizen like puppets. I must admit that The Miz could convince the devil to become a christian."
"That's why you never told me anything about it." Dean said disappointed. "You know what kind of crap that guy is and you don't care. I don't know what's worse... knowing that you're capable of relating to someone like him... or finding out from a newspaper that you've been doing things behind my back."
Seth stood up and reached for something in one of his drawers. The calm disappeared from his face. The heir threw another newspaper in Dean's face.
"Are you talking about doing things behind someone else's back, Dean?"
Dean read the headline: Where's the other hound?
"You've been helping grannies cross the streets while I needed you for really important things like finding the candidate to defeat Kane. While I needed you to do what we were doing before you suddenly wanted to become the hero we never wanted to be."
"I never did this behind your back!" Dean defended himself. "I asked for your help and you ignored me, that's why I had to do these things alone."
"Well, I can say the same. I asked for your help and you chose to look good to the people of this city instead of helping me. People who mostly don't even deserve to be greeted. People who enjoy easy money and have fun with things like visiting. brothels or..." Seth paused and pointed to a note in the sports section of one of the newspapers. "Or enjoy things like this."
Brock Lesnar, the new favorite of the MMA League of Utopia: Defeated Jinder Mahal, breaking his leg.
Seth snorted. "These people enjoy watching others destroy and hurt their neighbors. But suddenly you love them. Let me remind you that our goal is to defeat our enemies, not to help this garbage that lives in Utopia."
Dean glared at Seth and once again left the one he called brother, alone in the mansion. Things between them were chaotic.
"Lesnar vs. Rusev". Elias looked at the brochure with the information. "After the way he destroyed his last opponent, I would think very hard whether or not to fight Lesnar."
He and Roman were out of the Octagon watching the last fight of the night, which would define the new challenger to the heavyweight world title. Roman had been in the fight before, the Samoan was moving up the list very fast.
"Brock Lesnar is trash, he doesn't fight fair, he likes to hurt his opponents to the point of ruining their careers." Roman said angrily. "Things that in other leagues would be penalized, but here we are, where the corrupt money rules, and bettors love when that money is stained with blood."
"Are you far from becoming a contender for the heavyweight title?" Elias was worried now.
"Not much..." Roman replied. "But that also depends on whether the champion retains the title. The current champion is Bobby Lashley, he's a good guy, everyone here respects him, I hope Lesnar loses now and doesn't go for the world title, but if he wins, I'm sure Bobby will teach him a lesson."
Lesnar entered the Octagon. The crowd cheered because they had been following his fights and the guy was ruthless. The match started and Lesnar quickly attacked his opponent knocking him to the ground. Lesnar was strong, he began a series of punches to the face of his opponent. Rusev shook it off, but Lesnar lunged again. In a few minutes it was a carnage. Rusev couldn't do anything since he was bathed in his own blood.
"Why don't they stop the match?" Elias was scared.
"Because the crowd wants blood and the organizers know it." Roman clenched his fists and ran to the edge of the octagon. "Stop the fight!"
Lesnar was punching his opponent and Rusev was going to tap out, but before he could do so, the beast incarnate hit him so hard on the ankle that his bone obviously broke.
The umpires finally stopped the fight, with a blood-soaked Rusev and his career perhaps ruined. The audience screamed euphoric, cheering for the new challenger.
"Bastard!" Roman couldn't contain himself and yelled at Lesnar who looked at him with disdain.
The winner of the fight smirked. "You're just a wannabe, and if you cross my path I'm going to break your leg like I've been doing everyone else." And then Lesnar spat at Roman.
Elias had a hard time convincing Roman to leave the scene without starting a brawl.
"Roman, I think you should reconsider your career in the MMA league." Elias said almost scared. "You don't even need it. You should accept the help AJ is offering you or if you don't want that, we have Dean Ambrose's job offer on Monday."
Roman didn't say anything, he just left that place in a hurry. He felt sick and upset about everything.
Elias worked in a bar playing guitar on Saturday nights, so Roman was alone in the old apartment he rented in the most dangerous part of Utopia. This whole Brock Lesnar situation infuriated him.
"If nobody stops that bastard, I'll have to do it myself." Roman said frustrated.
He heard someone knocking on the window pane. It was weird because he lived on the seventh floor. He lit a little lamp and there he was, one of the Hounds of Justice. The one he couldn't stop thinking about.
Soon after, Dean was sitting on Roman's old bed. Both looking at each other intensely. Everything was so surreal when they were together, it was as if both had felt the sadness of the other, and now, they were there to comfort the other, to find someone to lean on.
"I needed so much to see you." It was Dean who broke the silence.
Roman smiled, not even he understood how he could be so crazy about this man, in such a short time. It was absurd, but so real that he could almost touch it.
Totally crazy for a man whose face he did not know, or his name and perhaps, he would never know anything due to the nature of his work. A man who might never reveal his identity to him and yet Roman was willing to accept that this relationship (whatever it was) would be like this.
Another thing Roman didn't know about Dean was that the auburn-haired man was just as smitten as he was.
And that neither of them were willing to fight whatever was happening. They were just going to take that chance and hold on to it, for as long as it lasted.
"I've seen what you've been doing and I have to say I'm impressed." Roman closed the distance, bringing his lips closer to Dean's. "Now you are a hero, don't let anyone make you back down."
And man, if that was what Dean needed to hear after his discussion with Seth. The auburn haired man closed his eyes totally fascinated by Roman's words. All he wanted was to give himself to the raven-haired man. To feel that, in one way or another, he belonged to this man, and he would find solace in his arms.
And at that moment they both kissed. It was a desperate kiss in which they tried to express feelings that they themselves did not understand, but that were too intense. Everything was going so fast, like a derailed train. And they both loved that wildness.
They kissed for a long time, trying to figure out what they were feeling and deepening the connection.
"I need you so much Roman, it's insane. I wish, I really wish I didn't have to hide my face behind this mask." Dean brought his hands to the mask.
Roman put his hands over Dean's. "I understand, I don't need you to reveal your identity to me. And you're right, this is insane but I... I trust you, even if you never let me see your face."
Dean wanted to say so many things, but if his feelings were confusing before, now they were a mess. Roman really trusted him and he wasn't demanding anything in return. It wasn't fair, it would never be.
"There must be a way..." Dean didn't know what to say.
Roman smiled at him as he rummaged through his nightstand drawer. "There is a way."
The raven-haired man handed Dean a thick black handkerchief. "I don't care if you should blindfold me every time we're together, I feel like it will be worth it. Let's just stop thinking so much about obstacles. Let's just enjoy what we're feeling."
Oh boy! and Dean wanted it, he wanted it so bad that even if it was unfair to Roman, he was just going to get carried away. He would think of something and if Roman was the one, he would reveal his identity to him later.
"I want to give myself to you." Dean said confidently, taking the fabric in his hands. "I can't believe this is the first time someone has trusted me without asking for anything in return."
"And I am honored that someone as powerful as you trusts me enough to show me their most vulnerable side." Roman paused looking at Dean with true devotion. "You're giving me exactly what you ask of me. You're trusting the same and for that, I don't want tonight to be just about our bodies, but about everything else that neither of us will be able to see of the other. The things we can only feel."
Dean nodded, his heart pounding so desperately as he blindfolded Roman. All of this was happening so fast, Roman was like a hurricane that shook Dean's world, changing the perspective of everything he was doing.
When Roman was totally blindfolded. Dean removed his mask. It was like being released from a huge weight, and in that moment there were no crusades or revenge, no heroes or villains. Only two men who tonight would try to discover the feeling that united them to each other.
Roman brought his hands to Dean's face, gently touching his skin. "So handsome."
Dean was so infatuated. They kissed again with passion. Their hands were everywhere, recognizing, discovering. Dean felt his skin burn as Roman undressed his body. Roman kissed his neck, his collarbone, in a way that seemed almost like he was worshiping him.
Dean groaned non-stop. Roman finally got rid of his clothes. They were both naked. Roman couldn't believe this was happening. Every kiss, every touch and the samoan felt like he was getting addicted to this man even if he couldn't see him.
And Dean was so responsive. Guiding Roman's hands and lips to his most erogenous spots as the raven-haired man tried to please him. Moans filled the room that was barely lit by the light from the small lamp.
Roman kissed Dean's belly until he reached for his dick, the auburn haired man was in heaven. Shortly after, Roman was sucking him, while he played with one of his fingers at the entrance of the youngest.
"D'you got lub... oh..." Dean could barely speak.
"The drawer of the nightstand." Roman responded and continued to worship Dean's body.
Dean found the bottle and a condom, put the bottle in one of Roman's hands. The Samoan continued to suck on Dean, while he stretched him with his now slippery fingers. When he touched Dean's sweet spot, it was too much for him.
"Roman, I'm going to... nghh." Dean couldn't help himself and spilled his seed into Roman's mouth.
The mma fighter swallowed everything as he continued to mercilessly hit Dean's prostate with his fingers. The auburn haired man has never had such an incredible orgasm... And the best was yet to come.
Dean sat up as best he could, unwrapped the condom and placed it on the throbbing member of his now lover.
"I'm going to ride your cock," Dean whispered, gently nipping at Roman's earlobe.
The raven-haired man let out a growl. He didn't know that being blindfolded would be so sexy. Maybe it wasn't and it was just because he was with the right person. Dean was so skilled that Roman just let himself be guided, trusting in him again and again.
Dean brought him into a lying position and gradually impaled himself on Roman's cock, enjoying the sensation, knowing that he would never forget this. Roman immediately reached for Dean's hands and they both entwined their fingers. What followed was a sublime experience for both of them. Roman and Dean connected their bodies and souls.
"You are amazing and this is not just sex, it can't just be sex." Roman couldn't help the words.
Dean nodded. "Because it isn't, Roman, it's not just that."
Dean's tightness was driving Roman crazy just as Roman's cock was doing the same to Dean. They couldn't deny it anymore. It was a fact, something they both knew, something they both felt. Dean sped up the movement of his hips and Roman groaned louder.
"So what is this?..." Roman said between groans.
"I don't know but we're going to find out together…" Dean then kissed Roman's lips gently and continued to please his lover.
"So this won't be the only time, it won't be the last time." Roman replied.
"It will be the first of many others. As of this moment, I don't know how or in what way, but now I belong to you, Roman Reigns."
And that was it. With those words, Roman climaxed, in an experience never felt before. They both fell onto the bed, recovering from that incredible orgasm. Even blindfolded, Roman pulled Dean against his body. The auburn-haired man hugged him, burying his face into his lover's neck.
"It's not a fantasy, is it?" Roman said stroking his lover's sweaty hair.
"It isn't. This is real. I told you and I'll keep it: I'm yours Roman." Dean assured. "And whatever we're feeling, we're both going to find out together."
And then he thought: and when we can give a name to this intense feeling that we share, I will be able to show you my true face. No masks, no secrets. I just have to fix a few things and then you will know everything, absolutely everything about me.
And Dean sealed that pact with another kiss.