"Mmm. All yours." Dean's smirk was obvious as Roman's lips devoured his mouth. Soft hands pressed hard into his back to pull him closer. As if they weren't already close enough. Bodies thumped together, and Dean's hands moved all over, rediscovering that beautiful thick body he hasn't had in many years. When he grabbed Roman's pec the older man groaned deep in his mouth, giving Dean's ass a hearty slap in return. It caused Dean to roll his hips up against Roman's erection creating a generous amount of friction. But somehow still, it wasn't enough. He needed more, Roman needed more. There was no doubts or thoughts of cheating. In this moment, they both wanted this.

And Dean was ready to give to it him.

The wet sound of lips smacking against each other filled Roman's room. Over and over their lips met, finding each other, thriving in the sweet taste of ambrosia, Roman and desire. Roman refused to relinquish those sweet lips, even when Dean felt a sudden urge to pull away and breathe. He would just cup that gloriously plump ass of Dean's in his big hands and hold him there, not letting Dean go for a minute. It was only after another few breathless kisses did Roman finally pull away, opening his hazy gray eyes to see Dean's swollen red lips. It was such a sight; seeing Dean slowly opening his baby blues with a smile, giving Roman that needy more look that Roman wouldn't ever forget.

Roman should've said something, he really should've. But instead he just gently switched their positions, laying Dean down against his pillows. Dean sat up, elbow propping his head up so he could watch him as Roman got off the bed, and started to remove his night clothes.

"Go slow.. i wanna watch." Came the plea from Dean and Roman nodded, with a soft lick of his swollen lips. He smiled, as he lifted his arms up, taking his shirt off sleeve by sleeve.. antagonizingly slow. His abs came in Dean's perfect view and he started counting them in his head. one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. Damn. Roman was always a gorgeous man but seeing him now in the morning, watching the light reflect off his beautifully tan skin... was driving Dean completely wild. His nipples were standing at full attention and all Dean could think about was taking those tan peeps in his mouth, nibbling and sucking them until Roman begged him to stop. Fuck. Dean looked down at his own erection and had to cup himself slowly, trying to calm himself down a bit.

Roman put the tee in his hamper then placed two thumbs in his underwear. Just as slow as before he took them off, taking out one foot at a time. His beautiful cock slipped out, all big and pinkish tan. A perfectly trimmed landing strip held right above the base, then down the thick eight inch glory was a great set of balls Dean didn't mind tea bagging if time permitted. The thoughts of just having this man again, being inside of him, screaming his name.. everything. Dean's mind was reeling, he was close to the deep end, reading to jump in. All Roman had to do was say those words... and he would fall, freely into the sea of love and lust that encapsulated them.

Once he was fully naked, Roman gave him a smug, full smile. "Come to daddy."

Fuck. Dean thought as he started to crawl down the bed, right to the foot of it where Roman was. Just like the samoan man wanted. Roman told him to turn around so Dean did, and softly he was pushed down into the bed. He held his ass in air for him and of couse Roman bit his lip as he gawked at it. Smiling, he hooked two fingers in Dean's pjs then roughly pulled them down. They were pulled off along with his underwear then Dean was left on Roman's bed, naked, rock hard and needy.

"My God. You are so fucking gorgeous Dean." Roman put both hands on Dean's legs, and gently slid them up Dean's body, causing the blond lawyer to whisper out a moan. They stopped at his hips, and that's when Dean felt himself being pulled up by the samoan man, lifted and then carried towards the wall.

Roman pressed Dean into his wall with Dean's back to his front. His body fit right on top of Dean's perfectly. Their hands entwined on the wall as Roman slowly but surely, started to run his dick up and down Dean's ass. "Roman." Dean was a fucking mess as he started rubbing his ass against Roman's dick, practically letting Roman do whatever he wanted to him. He felt it nudge between his asscheeks, then sit there snug, skimming that beautifully puckered hole over and over again.

"You want this dick baby?" Roman whispered right in his ear. He grabbed at Dean's hip as his dick teased his hole once again.

"Fuck you already know i do. Fuck me Roman i'm yours." Dean looked back at him as he gyrated his ass against his dick. Roman gave him an intense possessive stare back as he thrusted hard, slapping his dick against Dean's ass. Dean let out a whine but kept his eyes on Roman's. Letting him know he wanted him in complete control.

"Turn around baby." Roman released Dean's hands and Dean did as he was told, turning to face Roman on the wall. The bigger man stopped for a second just to look at Dean. His face was flushed, and his blush ran down to his beautiful chest. Roman smiled, and gave him a soft peck on the lips. Dean kissed him back, but the kiss was fleeting as Roman moved towards his collar bone. soft were his kisses feather light and barely there Roman's wet lips moved down the front of Dean's body. He kissed each ab he found before he was on his knees in front of Dean. "I want you to watch me suck your dick Dean. But while I'm doing it.. you can't lose eye contact. You understand?"

Dean's entire mind was in a haze. He couldn't protest if he wanted too. He nodded then slowly he watched Roman take in the head of his dick into his hot mouth. He teased the tip first, letting his long wicked tongue full swoop around it. Then he took a long lick of Dean's overly sensitive undercarriage and that's when Dean started to moan. Eyes focused just like Roman wanted; Dean was helpless to watch his dick bob in and out of Roman's mouth. He gulped and bit his lip when Roman started to deep throat him, the imprint of his heavily swollen cock right in Roman's jaw. Dean shuttered when he felt Roman go faster. Fucking hell. He was about to come.

His dick throbbed around that talented mouth of Roman's. Victory however, was not found because Roman stood up right before Dean's climax, and pulled him in for the messiest kiss Dean's ever gotten. Precum still full in Roman's mouth, their tongues battled and Dean could taste himself on Roman's tongue. The tempting chef pulled away after another strong kiss and walked Dean back to the bed.

Dean fell on it, but still looked up at Roman as he went to his dresser. The blond cupped Roman's ass as he waited for him to take out some lube and a condom. Roman smiled, then got on the bed with Dean, supplies in hand. They resumed kissing, this time with Roman on top of him. While they were kissing Roman started coating his finger with lube. His lips left Dean's so he could take a bite out of his neck. Dean laughed and ran his own hands down to Roman's ass, squeezing in his own possessive way. Roman was giving Dean one hell of a hickey and while Dean was distracted, a slow finger slid inside of him. Dean tossed his head back at the intrusion, but still managed to let Roman in so he could thrust that finger deep in him.

"Ro! You have no idea how good that feels uhh..fuck...yes!" He really had no idea. Other than his little play toys that he didn't use often, nothing has been in his ass since well.. Roman. It was heaven, and the very ninth level of hell at once. Pain, pleasure, want and desire mixed into something better... lust and love.

Roman released his neck with a pop, licking proudly at the hickey he just formed on Dean's skin. "Yeah? How about another baby?" He pushed another finger in without warning and Dean arched up off the bed, screaming Roman's name loudly. Why? Because with the second finger Roman had found that familiar nub, that sensitive spot that drove Dean incredibly wild. fuck. fuck. fuck.

Dean could've sworn he started singing Britney Spears' Gimme More in his head or something because as soon as he thought about more, three fingers were curled deep inside of him, making him crazy. His asshole was now obscenely stretched, but he honestly he wouldn't have it any other way. Roman was digging in him. Possessing him once more. And he loved it. He loved it so much.

"Ro.. i need... i need.." Dean begged as he met the thrust of Roman's fingers like the needy slut he was.

"You need my cock baby?" Roman asked and Dean couldn't do anything but nod. Another smile formed on Roman's face as he ripped off a condom, then slowly rolled it on his dick. Dean felt empty without his fingers in him, but it was okay because his new prize was gonna be so much sweeter. He longed for this for so many years after he left and now.. Fuck he was gonna have it. Dean watched him lube himself up, stroking his own very neglected cock. Roman bit back a groan as he moved between Dean's legs.

"Mine." Roman rumbled once again, tossing Dean's leg over his right shoulder. "Let me remind you why." He licked his lips then very slowly pushed into Dean's entrance. Dean's face scrunched up as Roman burrowed in. Mmm. He was so fucking big. Fuck it burned like hell. But at the same time felt so fucking good. Once he got pass the ring, Roman was seated fully inside of him, and he smiled, looking down at Dean.

"Say it Dean." Roman nipped at Dean's leg on his shoulder. "Let me know what i wanna hear baby."

"I've missed your cock baby." Dean told him exactly what he needed to hear. With one hard thrust out Roman slammed himself back in once, twice, then repeatedly. They both moaned at the same time as Roman fucked him fast and harshly. Dean took it like a pro, meeting each thrust with one of his own. Roman bent Dean's knee so he could come closer, leaning down to give him kisses.

Their kiss was sloppy at best since Roman thrusts were so deep inside of him. But his lips were like fire, and his dick was silk. Slick, slick inside of that tight heat, sliding in and out effortlessly. Dean nipped at his lips then without warning pushed Roman over so he was on top. In seconds their roles were switched, and he started riding Roman, and Roman laughed, gripping at Dean's hips tight, letting Dean control their movements.

"Tired yet?" Dean laughed as he rolled his hips in a figure eight, making Roman moan out his name.

"Fuck no. Keep going... fuck, Dean i forgot how good you were on top." Roman palmed both of Dean's asscheeks, and started to control Dean's movements. Sweat dripped from both bodies when Dean leaned down, connecting their hands and giving Roman a long meaningful kiss. Dean moaned Roman's name against his mouth and soon he was feeling it. They both were.

Their eyes stayed on each other as Dean moved faster on top of him. His dick throbbing for release. Roman watched it twitch and that's when he grabbed hold of the pulsating member and started to stroke over and over again. "Fuck Roman I'm gonna!" He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence since was already coming over both his and Roman's chest. He held on as Roman kept going inside of him, but not long because that muscle squeezed around Roman's dick and caused him to come hard in Dean, riding out his orgasm and lightning up Dean's prostate over and over until it twitched out the last bits of cum, and went soft inside of the young lawyer.

They came to a stop but still managed to find each other's lips for a messy kiss. The realization that they just cheated on their significant others not hitting them just yet. Dean softly panted when their foreheads connected, then he smiled with his eyes closed.

"You're better than i remember." Roman chuckled, slowly pulling out of Dean.

"You are too." Dean said back, between kisses. After a few he rolled over on his back, and they laid there in the mess that their love created together. Dean's chest heaved in then out as he looked up at the ceiling. He felt Roman reaching for his hand and Dean smiled, lacing their fingers together.

"Roman?" Dean said softly, turning to look at him.

"Yeah?" Roman mimicked his movement so that their eyes connected.

"I'm sorry. For leaving all those years ago." Dean's somber tone and telling eyes told Roman that he was being serious. He regretted leaving him just as much as Roman regretted him leaving. Roman smiled softly with a nod, caressing Dean's hand with his own.

"Just promise you won't leave again Dean." Roman responded. "Tell me that you'll stay."

Dean smiled at him, "I'll stay."

"Good." At that they both laughed, kissing each other at the same time. Roman smiled against his lips, and ran his fingers through drying cum on his chest.

"Now turn over." Dean giggled, pushing Roman on his stomach. "It's my turn."

Randy came over to Seth's after he went home and showered and changed clothes. He honestly didn't know what to expect with Seth anymore. The fact that he so obliviously forgot they fucked still weighed heavy on Randy's mind. But it didn't stop him from caring about Seth. He cared about him more than he was willing to admit but with Roman still in the picture... Randy knew his chances of ever having something real with the younger man was slim.

After a couple knocks Seth answered. He smiled at Randy and invited him in. "You can sit on the couch if you want, I'm just going to go check on the food." Seth said with a smile as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Food?" Randy followed him curiously towards the smell. "You know how to cook?" He stood there with his arms crossed watching Seth take out a freshly made and perfectly baked "grandma" pizza. He was in awe on how good it looked and how perfect Seth was handling this.

"Yeah Roman taught me." As soon as the words came out of Seth's mouth he regretted it. Fuck. He promised Randy no talk of Roman. "S-sorry Randy i swear it just slipped out-" Seth was cut off with a laugh from Randy.

"Seth. Calm down, it's okay. Roman's a chef. It's fine that he taught you how to cook. I mean where else would you learn it?" He looked over at the table and saw a nicely done salad in a bowl on the table. He took a cherry tomato out of it and then popped it in his mouth with a smile. Seth looked towards him as he began slicing the pizza. Randy smirked and took another cherry tomato out, and held it to Seth's mouth. Seth looked at it then softly took it into his mouth. Randy bit his lip watching Seth swallow, then looked back down, clearing his throat.

"So.. let's eat yeah?" He said, trying to clear the very awkward tension in the room.

"Ha. Sure. Let's eat." Seth agreed with a smile.

After a great meal, Seth and Randy decided to watch a romantic comedy on tv. Seth loved romantic comedies. He liked the idea of two people meeting in so many different ways. It was riveting to him. As they were watching the movie 27 Dresses, Randy noticed Seth move close and lay on his shoulder. Randy smiled, and pretended to stretch, putting his arm around Seth's shoulders, pulling him in. Seth noticed automatically but it didn't stop him from fitting comfortably in Randy's embrace, laying his head against Randy's chest.

Randy idly ran his fingers through the thick brown locks and Seth smiled, looking up at him. They shared an intense stare for just a moment, before Randy said fuck it. He had so many doubts about that night. How Seth didn't remember, how they were skirting around these fucking feelings they obviously have for each other for a long time. So he leaned down and softly he kissed him.

He was surprised when Seth started kissing him back. Soft, slow pecks that made them both smile. Mmm. His lips were so sweet. There was a lingering taste from the wine they had with dinner earlier and something so unique Randy couldn't put his finger on it. He pressed his lips softly to Seth's one more time before he pulled away.

They both smiled at each other. Their eyes gave off the emotions words just couldn't say. Randy cupped his face and softly caressed the side of it. Across the side of his beard to Seth's beautiful pouty lips. Seth couldn't stop smiling. He wasn't thinking about Roman in that moment. And even though that was probably a bad thing considering their feelings for each other... he just couldn't deny himself this man in front of him any longer. Besides last night after he came to some realizations, he figured that denying the truth anylonger would hurt both him and Randy.

"What are you thinking about?" Randy asked softly, wanting so so badly to kiss Seth at least one more time.

"You." Seth replied, picking at the lapels of Randy's shirt nervously.

"Me? Why?" Randy asked curiously. "Did you not like the kiss or?"

"No.. it's nothing like that. You're a great kisser it's just that.. I do remember that night, Randy. I remember everything."

Dean was downstairs in Roman's kitchen helping Roman cook breakfast. There was music playing from Roman's speakers as Dean whipped the eggs and Roman prepared the batter.

"...I used to think maybe you love me, now baby I'm sure, and I just cant wait till the day, when you knock on my door..." Dean sang softly as he started prepping the pan. Roman smiled as he listened to his soft melodic voice. He came up behind him and kissed his shoulder, causing Dean to turn around to smile back at him.

They both started cooking on separate pans and plates as the music swirled around them. Dean did a little dance as he scrambled the eggs and Roman laughed, watching him. They were incredibly, irrevocably, undeniably...

Happy.

"...I'm walking on sunshine whoaaaa ohhhh.. and don't it feel good! Hey! alright now, and don't it feel good!" They stopped cooking for a moment to sing together at the top of their lungs. Dean laughed as Roman strained his voice trying to sing on key. He kept giggling even when Roman pulled him in by his boxers and gave him kisses. The pans sizzled behind them as they made out in Roman's kitchen. Dean was the first to release from the longing kiss with a peck to Roman's lips, just so he could focus back on the eggs. Roman was watching him, gray eyes hungrily scanned him up then down and stopped at Dean's ass. He licked his lips ready to grab it when..

DING DONG. DING DONG DING DONG. DING DONG.

Roman's annoying house bell flamed over and over again. He looked at the clock in his kitchen. It was 8 o clock in the morning. Who the fuck was checking for him at eight in the fucking morning? He turned the music down then kissed Dean's cheek. "Hey monkey, I'm gonna check that. Flip the pancakes okay?"

"Okay babe. I got it.. Hey.." Dean stopped Roman from leaving and gave him a quick kiss. Roman let his lips linger for a few seconds before he pulled back with a smile. Dean bit his lip then Roman left to go answer the door.

He was so drunkenly happy that he didn't even look to see who it was. Roman opened the door and was met with an ice cold glare.

Oh fuck. It was Dean's fiancee. Renee.

"Umm hey, can i help you?" Roman gulped, closing the space the between his door and the outside. The last thing he needed was for Renee to find out that Dean was here causing a very awkward showdown between Dean and Renee in his home.

"Hey you don't know me. Probably you do from our phone conversations but i don't think we ever been properly introduced. I'm Renee Young. Soon to be Renee Young-Ambrose. Dean's future wife?" She stuck her hand out for him to shake and Roman looked at it apprehensively, before shaking it back.

"Right. Renee. Dean's fiancee." Like he didn't already know that.

"Dean's future wife." Renee retorted in the most condescending matter-of-fact tone she could muster.

"But you're not married yet."

"But we will be."

"But.. not yet."

"Again. Will. Be." Renee cleared her throat, "Look i only came here to talk. I know this is awkward because you're my cake decorator and the best one in town at that but umm.. I figured I'd come and we could talk about the giant elephant in the room. Mind if i come in?" She smiled at him but Roman still shook his head. If anything he was saving her the pain of seeing Dean in his house, in nothing but his underwear. No doubt she would be a mess. Roman couldn't do that to her.

"Sorry i don't think that's a good idea. If there's something you want to say to me we can set up an appointment..."

Renee laughed at him knowingly, "Well i guess we're gonna have to do this out here then. Uhh.. It's recently been brought to my attention by Dean's friend Seth Rollins.. that you and Dean have had a former relationship?"

Roman looked around nervously, making sure Dean was still in the kitchen. "I don't know why Seth would tell you something like that but umm yes. Your fiance and i used to live together and were together for two years of his life. If you're here to ask me if that will effect my work-"

Roman was cut off by Renee tsking, "No no no. I'm actually here to tell you that even though there's been a strife between Dean and I lately, that he's probably told you about... you're pretty much still hired."

Roman raised a confused eyebrow, "I am?" What was she playing at? Roman thought to himself.

"Yes, you are. You see, Mr Reigns. I get it. Dean came home and told me everything. You're the proverbial one that got away." She used air quotes and continued, "The thing he longs for and probably still could have with one wink of his baby blue. You... Roman. Can i call you Roman? I'm gonna call you Roman." She smirked and moved closer, making Roman uncomfortable.

"You.. Roman, are the Marilyn. You're good to wet his whistle. Lord knows where Dean is right now but i have no doubt that eventually he'll run to you, and you'll give him what he needs in that moment. Could be a hug, or few kisses or even a blowjob. Doesn't really matter because like the Marilyn that you are, you'll give in. Hell.. I don't blame you. Dean's smart, charming and funny. But know this..." Renee got right in his face, tiptoeing so that they were eye level. "Guys don't marry the Marilyn. He left you once because he didn't see a future with you and he'll just do it again. But you see me? I'M the Jackie. I get the guy. I get the ring, the money, the car, the great home and public image. I get everything. You.. Get a dick in your mouth when it's convenient. You're nothing Roman. Absolutely nothing to Dean. You never were."

She stepped back and put her raybans back on with a huge smile on her face. "Have a good day Roman. Oh and if you see Dean... tell him to call me."

As she left Roman slowly closed the door. His once happy nature was replaced with a saddened state as he came to realizations. Renee was right. He was the Marilyn. Roman turned to walk back to eat breakfast with Dean but he was stopped by Dean standing right in front of him.

"You're not the Marilyn." Dean said softly.

A/N: Hath hath no fury like a Renee scorned. She's out for blood and Roman is her first casualty. What do you think? Is she right? Is Roman the Marilyn? I had so much fun writing that smut omg. I'm trying to get better at it i promise. Seth's revealed some secrets. Think he's always known or he really just remembered? Hmm. Oh for my rolleigns readers.. don't worry stay tuned!

Thanks for the reviews and opinions on what i should do about negative people and haters. You guys are truly amazing in more ways than you know! Oh, and for my younger readers or people not up to date with scandalous presidential tea the "Marilyn" Renee is referring to is Marilyn Monroe and her affair (allegedly) with JFK. He never left his wife (Jackie) for Marilyn. I hope that backstory helps you figure out what Renee is trying to tell Dean. Until next chapter! - Melle