Roman walked outside, his big boots splashing in the puddles. He held a bottle of beer in one hand, and his other was around Dean's slender waist. The auburn haired man was singing loudly at the top of his lungs, holding on tightly to Roman.
Roman couldn't help but to laugh at the other man's antics. He loved it about Dean that he wasn't afraid, even though he knew what his fate would be tonight. He pulled him closer, kissing him on the cheek.
"You really are something, you know that?"
"I know." Dean looked over at him, the biggest smile on his face. "I'm fucking hilarious."
"So, where are we going to do this at?"
"At the cemetery. But first, before we head over there I gotta stop at a friends house first. My buddy Punk has got some stuff for me."
"Stuff, huh?"
"Yeah, the good shit. Some speed. You ever tried it?"
"Yeah, I've done it a few times. Other stuff I tried was weed and cocaine. Even used heroin a few times but stopped when a guy I used to date overdosed."
"I could never do heroin. My mom did that shit. Sometimes she wouldn't have the money for it, so you know what she would do?"
"What?" Roman asked, curious.
Dean looked him dead in the eyes as spoke. "The drug dealer who would sell it to her, she would let him fuck me if she didn't have the money. It was another form of payment for him. The fucker got off on fucking young kids. I was only nine years old."
Roman growled. The thought of someone hurting this beautiful creature that he held made him furious. Roman was fucked up and what he was about to do to Dean tonight was fucked up, but this was different. They both wanted it, they both needed it. What Dean had went through when he was a child wasn't, he was forced to by his own mother.
"I couldn't imagine what that was like for you. I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"Don't be. Its not something that I cry over. But what I've experienced in my short life, it has made me what I am now. And the guy still calls me for a fuck sometimes. He knows that I grew up to be a whore."
"But still, no child should have to through that just to support their parents habits."
Dean ignored him, leading him over to a small house that was in front of them. "We won't be long here, I promise."
"Alright."
Dean knocked on the door loudly a few times, calling out the other guys name. "Punk! Its Dean. I need to get some shit from you."
After a few minutes, the guy known as CM Punk answered. "What you doing here this late at night, Ambrose? Shouldn't you be at home keeping your husbands bed warm for him?"
"He's not even home now. He's at work."
"Does he know you're hanging out with this guy?" Punk said, glancing over at Roman.
"What I do is none of his business. Hey, you got some speed on you?"
"I do. I'm always loaded with shit. You got the money?"
"I'll pay you tomorrow, you know that I will."
"Hmm...I don't know if I should give it to you."
"Come on, Punk! I'll even suck your dick for it!"
"Nah. You don't have to. Don't want to make your man here jealous. But you owe me for this."
"Thanks, Punk." Dean said, snatching a bag from Punk that had the stuff in it. "Roman wait here. I gotta go take a piss." Dean said, shoving his way past Punk.
"You must be new here. Haven't seen you around."
"Just got here tonight and met Dean at a bar."
"You must have saw his Moxxie act if you're still with him. Did he come up to you and start flirting with you?"
"No, actually we both felt a connection to each other." Punk snorted at this. "No, I'm serious. There was something that I noticed about him, something that is quite similar to what I want. I can tell that he craves for it and has been waiting a long time for it."
"The man craves a lot of things. What could you give him that others before haven't?"
"You'll find out soon. But me and him have to get going before its too late. You ready to go, Dean?" Roman asked the other, who had came back now.
"Yeah, I'm ready. Thanks for the stuff Punk."
"You're welcome, Dean. And stay out of trouble. I can tell that you two are up to something and I don't know if I like it."
"Theres no need to worry, Punk. Because tonight I am finally going to be free."
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They hid in an alleyway, Dean preparing the drugs he had gotten from Punk. He put the meth into a pipe, making sure it was in there correctly. Once he felt it was ready, he picked up his lighter, taking a hit from the pipe. He handed it to Roman who did the same.
They both sitting behind a dumpster, each taking a few hits off the pipe. Dean let Roman finish the rest of it, wanting the drug to have more of an effect on him. He laid his head on Roman's shoulder, cuddling up next to him while he felt the drug taking effect on him.
Roman wrapped an arm around his waist, kissing his forehead. The other had a goofy smile on his face, and Roman noticed he had cute dimples. "You feeling good, baby?"
"Mm, yeah. But I'll feel even more better when you're fucking me. And doing so much more."
"Patience, love. You just have to wait. We haven't even gotten to our destination yet."
Dean pouted, staring up at him.
"Don't give me that look now." Roman kissed him.
Dean sighed, moaning into the kiss. "You're my ticket out of here, you know?"
"I know." Roman nodded his head.
"You promise you'll come join me, right?"
"Baby, after they arrest me and find out what I had done, they'll want to put me on death row. I'm going to follow you and we'll be together for eternity."
"Eternity with you sounds amazing. We're going to be stars, babe. Even more famous than that punk rock couple."
"Sid and Nancy?"
"Yeah. What we're going to do is going to be over the top. They'll think that I was an innocent, scared victim. They'll think that you are a monster for what you had done."
"Yeah, they better. I want there to be movies and songs made about us. Speculating about what happened tonight." Roman pulled Dean into his lap, showing him what he was doing to him, making him feel.
Dean felt his hard erection grinding up against his ass. He was held down firmly. He couldn't take all of this teasing anymore. He needed Roman now! Needed him to finally give him the release, the high that he always chased.
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They were both now at their destination. The two of them making out next to a headstone. Both of them were full of energy, and not just due to the meth's effect on them, but also from the excitement of knowing what would happen tonight.
Roman was sucking on Dean's tongue, while running his hands down his sides. All Dean could do was just lay back and enjoy what Roman was making him feel. He moaned into the kiss, feeling his ass being squeezed.
He broke the kiss, panting. "So...how are you going to do it?"
"You'll have to wait and see, beautiful. Just lie back down. Don't be scared."
Dean took his face in his hands, staring back at Roman with a serious look. "I'm not scared. I've always desired this. People will say that its fucked up, that I tried to fight back. But they won't know the truth. Even my husband won't know either."
"I'll tell him."
"How? How are you going to do that? You'll be..."
Roman shushed him. "He'll want to know why. Why I did it. And thats when I'll tell him. Tell him how you smiled up at me, how you moaned even while you were dying. How you came before you took your last few breaths and the life left your eyes."
"Oh..." Dean let out a low moan. "Roman...I'm ready for you. Take me now."
"Alright, baby. Lay back for me."
Dean obeyed him, laying down on the grass beneath him. He stared back up at Roman, his eyes full of lust. This was going to be a night that the whole town would remember. It would be in the newspapers. They would both be famous.
He lifted up Dean's shirt, leaning down. He took one of his nipples into his mouth, sucking on it. Dean hissed when Roman bit it.
"Mmm...Roman...its so good."
"Wait until you see what I have planned for you." He smirked up at him, while reaching into his pocket for something.
Dean didn't have to wait long to find out. He soon felt a sharp pin going through his nipple. He let out a loud cry into the night air, his nails digging into Roman's back.
"My filthy little pain slut." He leaned down, his tongue lapping up at the blood.
"Yes! I'm your little slut. Give me more Daddy, give me more!"
"Oh I will gorgeous. But first we need to get your clothes off." Roman fully removed the torn shirt Dean was wearing. He then took off the skirt he wore earlier tonight. Leaving Dean in only the fishnets and panties that he wore.
He ordered him to turn around, so that his ass facing him. Dean waited for him, getting impatient. Roman rubbed at his hole through the panties, hearing whimpers come out of his mouth. He used his teeth to get them off, nipping at the soft skin underneath.
Once he was finally rid of the panties, he spread his ass cheeks, exposing that pretty hole. He groaned at the smell and sight of it. He teased his tongue around the rim, getting Dean as wet as possible. Despite with how rough he was going to be with him soon, he wanted to at least be gentle with him at first.
Dean moaned, bucking against him. That wet, hot tongue swirling and poking inside of him. He eyes rolled into the back of his head, his toes curling at the amazing pleasure he was receiving.
"Ooohhh...Rooommmaaaannn."
"You like having your boy pussy eaten out?" Roman stuck a finger in, curling it inside of Dean.
"Mm! Yes! So fucking much!" He cried out. He whimpered, feeling two of Roman's fingers hitting his prostate. "S-stop, enough of that. You don't have to."
"I don't want to be in too pain, beautiful."
Dean reached back, swatting his hand away. "M' not made of glass." He snarled back at Roman.
Roman grabbed at his neck, holding the other still. He could see that he had offended him. He didn't mean to. He just wanted to treat him better than all of those men who had used him.
"I didn't say that you were, babe. I just want you to enjoy yourself, too. I know you like pain, but do you really want to just ram my cock up your ass without any prep?"
"Look, I'm used to it. Have dealt with it before. I'm not with you for to be all gentle with me. My husband does that shit all the time, even though I tell him it doesn't matter, that I can take it. Just because of my past he never gets rough with me. And I'm sick of it. Love the man but he'll never be enough for me."
He pushed Roman back, helping him get his pants and boxers off. His mouth watered at the thought of having that large, thick cock inside of him. It drove him crazy just thinking about it.
He sat in Roman's lap, taking his cock in his hand, positioning it at his hole. Roman had to bite lip to keep himself moaning as Dean lowered himself slowly upon it. The tight heat surrounding, that hole twitching around him.
Dean's head was thrown back, his mouth open and eyes closed. "You're either going to give me what I want or this is over...I can find someone else, someone better."
Something inside of Roman snapped. "You little bitch. You want it so badly? I'll give it to you." He took a hold Dean's hips, lifting him up a bit, then slammed back down. He loved the scream that he just brought out from the other.
"OH! YES! Fuck, Roman! Yes!"
Roman kept repeating the action, driving his screaming lover crazy. Felt him shaking, thrashing about in his arms. He kissed him roughly, smacking his ass.
"Yeah, fuck me, Daddy!" Dean screamed. "Abuse my pussy, make it fucking bleed!"
Roman growled, the head of his cock hitting Dean's prostate. "Yeah, baby. This pussy is greedy for my cock, isn't it?"
Uh, yeah! So much!"
They both stayed like that, holding onto one another. Both of them lost in the amazing pleasure that they felt. Dean needed more though, he needed Roman to actually do what he promised that he would.
He could hear Roman moaning, sucking on his neck. Dean grabbed his hair, lifting his face up. If he wanted him to get down to business he would have to set him off. So, he slapped hard across the face, surprising him for a moment.
"Come on, what are you waiting for!" He screamed at him.
Roman lifted his hand up to his cheek. He glared at the other, gritting his teeth. "Do not fucking test me."
"Oh? Are you too scared now?"
"Stop talking." Roman growled at him, hitting his prostate hard to get his point across.
Dean moaned, feeling the hard thrusts against his sweet spot. Still, he kept egging Roman on. He wanted him to really snap at him.
"Uh! A-all you have done is fuck me, ah!" He slapped him again. "I-I need more...more than what you're giving me."
Roman had had enough of hearing Dean talk. He raised his fist up, punching him in the face. He was able to shut him up for moment, leaving him sitting there in his lap stunned. He soon heard him laughing, seen a big grin on his face.
"Do it again. Hit me."
"You sure? Cause I'm not going to hold back anymore."
"Yes, I'm sure. Punch me, right here." He pointed at his eye.
Roman did so. Leaving a dark bruise on it. Dean groaned in pain, his head resting against his chest. He smiled, loving just how much this man was letting him do. He truly was the real deal.
"My beautiful slut. You're so good for me." He took Dean's face in his hands, kissing him gently.
"Mmm...yours. My soul belongs to you."
"Oh, I'll make sure it belongs to me." Roman then surprised him, slamming him down onto the ground. Dean's head hit the headstone. His disoriented and bleeding from the wound. He looked up at Roman, who kept fucking into him, going in deeper and faster.
His hold on him was very weak, his fingers were now just kneeding the his back. He whimpered, closing his eyes, just taking the abuse he was receiving.
Soon, Roman stopped moving and he whined, wanting to thrust his hips against him. He was so close to losing it, to letting go. He heard movement around him, then Roman's hands came down, wrapping a wire cord around his neck.
Roman watch as the Dean made choked sounds, trying to catch his breath. He kept thrusting into him, feeling his ass clenching down around him. He knew that Dean was full of excitement and fear, and getting choked out like this had took him over the edge.
"This is what you want. There is no going back now." His only answer was a choked out moan below him. He kept pulling the tighter around his neck, cutting off his air supply.
Dean's hands claw at his. He shook beneath Roman for a few moments. Roman knew it was just his body's natural response and that Dean really wanted this. He had given him his full consent to do so. He heard gasping his final breaths, could feel how cold he was. Once he saw that the life had left Dean's eyes, he groaned, burying himself deep within him. He released inside of him. Doing this caused Dean's body to twitch.
He collapsed on top of him, trying to catch his breath. In his drugged out state of mind he was so happy and excited that he had took it even further with someone. Especially with the most gorgeous person he had ever met.
He pulled out, hearing a moan escape from Dean's lips. He chuckled to himself. "Guess you really did enjoy yourself." He turned Dean over, seeing that his cum was dripping out of his ass. "You're all wet now, too. People are going to love this. They're going to want pictures."
He stood up then, putting his pants back on. He wasn't finished with Dean yet. He took out a box cutter knife from his pocket. He turned the body around again, placing the knife on the left side of his chest. He cut it open, some blood getting on his face.
When he finally got his chest open enough, he reached in, taking out Dean's heart. He had to break some bones to get to it. He held the organ up to his mouth, taking a bite out of it. He wanted Dean to be apart of him, so this was a way that he would be completely. He would be inside of him.
"Now we really can be together. Your soul belongs to me, Dean."
Once he was finished eating Dean's heart, he was hard again. He grabbed ahold of Dean's head, putting his mouth onto his cock. He let out a groan, thrusting up into his throat.
"I can use you however I want, you fucking slut." He said, as he grabbed Dean's hair, his cock hitting the back of his throat. "I can cum inside your mouth or your ass. Fuck, I think I'll fuck your boy pussy once more."
He pulled out of his mouth, seeing some pre-cum dripping from it. He shoved the body back onto the ground, slamming his cock inside Dean's ass.
He stared into his lifeless eyes as he violated, pounded into him. He loved every moment of this. Just being able to use his pretty slut however he wanted to. He heard the moan that escaped from Dean's cold lips and he came deep inside of him. He collapsed on top of him and laid a kiss upon those cold lips.
"Me and you, baby. We're going to burn for this."