!WARNING!: Trigger warning for (consensual) double vaginal penetration.
12/14/15
You'd been on duty that night, a steady stream of bumps and bruises keeping you busy. Dean's match had clawed at you mentally. Watching him get dropped onto Ziggler made your chest ache, unshed tears closing your throat.
The growing tension in the arena was hard to miss, the news that McMahon was on his way to fire Reigns hanging heavy over your head.
Your tears wouldn't do anyone any good, and it was with a bright grin and thumbs up that you met Ambrose at ringside before Reigns made his way down to a indignant McMahon. "How you feeling?" you hollered over the Universe's cheers and boos.
Dean shook his head with a rueful smile. "I've had worse! You wanna stick around and patch me up so you can watch?"
"Am I that obvious?"
"A little bit, yeah!"
As luck would have it, Sheamus's interruption meant that you were stuck at ringside as the third on-duty medic.
"Why don't we put the WWE world championship on the line?!" Sheamus proposed with an arrogant grin.
You watched something ignite in Roman's eyes, Dean shifting nervously in his seat as McMahon yelled in Roman's impassive face for another minute. "If you don't win the WWE championship tonight, you're fired!" The shot to the groin was uncalled for, but probably not unexpected.
When the match began Roman exploded out of his corner, raining punches on Sheamus's head and neck. The Irishman still bore angry red welts on his back from the TLC match, and it looked like they were about to get some new friends. Roman fought desperately, almost sloppily. His career was on the line tonight and he was clearly worried.
He was flung out of the ring, Sheamus following to knock his head into the corner post. The Irishman stalked Reigns, slamming him down onto the commentators table.
Not good. You thought worriedly as Dean screamed "Kick his ass Roman! I know you can, stop holding back! You're my brother, my brother won't lose again!" The 'Lunatic Fringe' was standing on his chair at that point, whooping with the crowd as Roman Samoan-Dropped Sheamus from the top ropes.
When Sheamus kicked out of the pin his knee collided with Roman's stomach, the impact against his vest loud enough to be heard over the crowd. Reigns doubled over in the fetal position, curling his arms around his midsection protectively as Sheamus tried to roll out of the ring.
"Fetch, Big Dog!" Jimmy (or Jey, you always had a hard time telling them apart when they were painted up) screamed from beside you, rhythmically drumming on the barricade with his fists while his twin Jey (or Jimmy?) hollered profanities.
Roman got to his feet, lashing out to choke Sheamus into submission against the ropes. Sheamus drove an elbow back into Roman's gut, doubling him over again and making him release his grip.
After that Sheamus seemed to go on the offensive, punishing blow after punishing blow landing without mercy. Dean screamed in fury when the red-headed wrestler dropped Roman onto his knee in the Irish Curse, going for the pin.
Roman kicked out, Sheamus angrily hauling him upright by his hair and slinging him over his shoulders for White Noise. With your heart in your throat and Dean's fingers digging into your shoulder you watched as Roman twisted away, flipping Sheamus and slamming his back into the mat with a death grip on his leg for the pin...
The fight seemed to go on forever, both men trading equal blows and almost-pins. Your jaw hurt from clenching it tight against the indignant screams that threatened to fight free. This isn't fair! It isn't fair! Dean had already yelled himself hoarse, continuing to whoop as loud as he could whenever Roman went for another pin.
Please Roman, please!
Finally Reigns headbutted Sheamus with a shout of "Let go!", the impact tearing the skin on his forehead but driving the other man back. Both of them staggered, Roman recovering enough to yell again and deliver two solid blows with that fearsome right hand of his to Sheamus's jaw.
Sheamus caught him around the midsection and flung him into the top rope. Roman bounced off and whirled on the other man, landing with a thunderous Superman Punch and collapsing on top of him to keep his shoulders down.
One, two, th-!
Dean started to froth in sheer rage as the referee was hauled bodily out of the ring by Vince McMahon.
You closed your eyes for a few seconds, desperate to keep your cool. I've seen worse than this, you reminded yourself. He's gotten through worse than this. It'll be alright.
The Usos hollering made you open your eyes again and you were met by the sight of Roman mere feet away from you, being assaulted by Del Rio and Rusev outside the ring while McMahon had the referee distracted again.
You couldn't help the tears that welled in your eyes while Dean nearly vibrated out of his seat in hardly-restrained fury. "No!" he screamed, slamming his fists into the barricade over and over. Tears rolled down his cheeks, the 'Lunatic' suddenly appearing very young and terrified. "You promised me, Roman! You promised we'd stand together in the ring! You promised us!" Dean yelled, spit flying as any semblance of control he had vanished. He jumped onto the barricade and you hastily pulled him back down, "Let me go! He needs me!"
"Getting him disqualified won't help him!" you pointed out. "We both have seen him tough through worse than this, I know he can do it!"
Dean's eyes were wild when he looked at you, pupils pinpoint and his chest heaving. You refused to let go of him when he struggled halfheartedly against your grip. "Roman-!"
"Fight, Roman Anoa'i! Get up and fight!" Jey screamed, cheering when Roman Superman Punched Rusev off the apron. Another Superman Punch to Sheamus, and another to-
"Fuck you, Vince!" Ambrose caterwauled, laughing hysterically as the chairman of the board slumped limply to the canvas. The Lunatic was jumping up and down, one of his hands clenched around your own as Roman turned directly into a Brogue Kick and went down hard.
"No!" you gasped, watching the referee count. Not after all that, please get up! Reigns stirred, shaking himself free and shoving Sheamus away. The red-headed wrestler rolled to his feet, staggering to his corner to set up what you were sure would be his final Brogue Kick of the night.
"Roman!" you screamed, clapping a hand over your mouth a second too late to keep the noise from escaping.
The tattooed wrestler sluggishly shook his head, propping himself up on his forearms. He turned his head, met your panicked stare and his eyes widened; shoving the hair out of his face he pushed himself upright with a grimace.
"Get him, Uce!" The Usos yelled in unison. Roman met the powerful Brogue Kick head-on, his exhausted legs apparently having enough juice for one desperate Spear. Arms wound around Sheamus's midsection and the other man's body crashed to the mat, Roman scrambling to pin Sheamus before he recovered.
One! Two! Three!
The crowd went wild as the referee pressed the belt into Roman's hands. The battered man clutched it to his chest for a moment before slowly rolling onto his back and touching his lips to the large, ornate 'W' reverently.
Dean was over the barricade in a second, dropping your hand and scrambling up into the ring to wrap Roman in a fierce hug. Jimmy and Jey capered around the two men, whooping and jumping. Roman bounded between the two of them excitedly once Ambrose released him, letting out a resounding victory cry as he held the belt proudly over his head.
You watched from the floor, Roman's eyes meeting yours for the second time that night.
Thank you, he mouthed, looking puzzled when the tears started to spill down your face. You bit down hard on your lip and then flashed him your biggest, brightest smile. His brow furrowed. You shook your head slightly, grin still plastered on.
Dean suddenly leaped from the top rope to land in front of you, taking both your hands in his own and bouncing up and down. "He did it! We did it! Holy fuck!" he whisper-screamed, voice thoroughly shot.
Roman slid out of the ring and wordlessly yanked you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your neck. You were stunned for a moment before you slowly reciprocated, tucking your arms underneath his. Roman's shoulders heaved and you realized that he was crying. "I was so scared I would lose, baby girl." he mumbled, falling silent for several seconds.
You remained quiet, simply holding him as tightly as he held you. Dean, sensing something was off, crept up beside you and wormed his way into the hug. "My brother, my brother..." he murmured. Roman smiled, opening up his arms to give Dean more room. "I'm so proud!" Dean choked out, rumpling Reigns' hair. "We're champions, Roman! Fucking. Champs."
When Roman finally raised his head, he pressed his forehead to Dean's, and then pressed it to yours with a teary grin on his face. "Pretty sure you're one of the pack now, if you weren't before." he said, gesturing to the blood smeared on your face.
You swallowed hard. "I think I've always been 'one of the pack', to be honest."
Dean laughed and Roman's eyes widened as the revelation hit them. "'Always', huh darlin'?" Dean rasped.
"Yeah!" you grinned so hard your face hurt, tapping your forehead gently against Roman's and then against Dean's.
The 'Lunatic' pulled you into a hug of his own, fingers twitching against your back. You were used to the jittering of his hands. It felt almost normal to you. "You're our favorite, remember? I'm unruly and erratic as fuck, Roman's got a temper on him the size of the Himalayas, but...seeing you at ringside makes me pay attention. I ain't so good at it yet, I know, and Reigns was desperate tonight." Dean smiled against your neck. "But we're trying, okay darlin'? If you're gonna bleed for us we'll be more careful for you, so you ain't got to."
"I suppose that's all I could ever ask for."
…
The mood of this night was a thousand times sweeter than the last. No wounds to lick, no hurts to soothe. You had expected the two men would want to go party with their friends, or lord their twin victories over The Authority and Vince McMahon.
"You want me to go to your room?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at Dean. He nodded, bouncing in place while Roman leaned on him. The hotel lobby was mercifully deserted, a small sign on the help desk stating Ring Bell For Assistance. "You guys should go out and celebrate, come on!" you said, your tone exasperated as you attempted to ignore your cheeks starting to flush at Dean's implication. "Have some shots, dance on a table!"
"Darlin', we're here and you're here. That's all we need." the blond said bluntly, Roman nodding in agreement. "Please?"
Goddamn, they say the nicest things, you admitted to yourself. After pondering for a few more moments, you reluctantly agreed. "It isn't that I don't want to, believe me!" you explained hastily in the elevator up. "I just don't want you guys to miss out on the afterparty I'm sure is happening right now."
"Trust me, baby girl. This is the only afterparty Dean and I are interested in." Roman smiled down at you.
The bewilderment you felt at how quickly your body responded to the two's invitation was short-lived; the length of a hallway and the time it took to unlock a door.
Dean was on you as soon as you were inside the room, his hands surprisingly steady when he cupped your face and kissed you. You whimpered into his mouth and Roman snorted. "Christ Ambrose."
"Hey I'm good for a few things, and I got this great mouth on me." Dean protested, making you chuckle. "What, you jealous? You want some of the crazy? I hear it's contagious."
Roman leaned in, his hair tumbling messily over his shoulders. "So I've noticed." he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck afterward. "You know, Dean is the one who calls the shots on favorites. As soon as he likes someone, that's it. How did you think we became brothers so fast?" he mentioned conversationally, like he had forgotten he was kissing a torturous trail on the sensitive skin of your collarbone.
"I don't like a lot of people," Dean grumbled, his eyes meeting yours and softening somewhat, "but. You were kind to me, even when I was irritating or fringing a little too hard. You wrapped up my scrapes and didn't ask about the scars and didn't fucking pity me. You were like Roman."
Roman paused. "I noticed the way you handled Dean, baby girl. The way you were careful with him no matter what, always ready to tape him back up. That in turn made me notice how you treated me the same way. Always ready and waiting for when I would shoulder too much of the beating and crack my skull or fists open on someone." Reigns pressed a hand over the gauze pad on his forehead. "I remember being barely there after Rollins and Orton handed me that unholy asswhupping with the chairs. Black and blue all over my back, stomach rolling from that hit to the base of my neck."
He raised his eyes to yours. "Dean came hobbling into the locker room half-bandaged with you in tow, and you were lit up like a fucking vengeful goddess. It was beautiful."
"I was angry enough to kill, and you were angry enough to help me." Dean said proudly.
"I was." you admitted, taking both their hands and pressing kisses across their bruised knuckles. Dean bit his lip, eyes darkening.
Both men seemed hell-bent on staying connected, whether through you or simple touches. You squeaked when Roman lifted you bodily, quickly wrapping your legs around his hips. Ambrose pressed his lips to the back of your neck, working his way to beneath your ear. He bit down gently on the shell of your ear and you undulated against Reigns with a surprised noise.
Roman groaned, "Fuck's sake, Ambrose," reaching over your head to wind his fingers through Dean's unruly hair. He didn't do anything but urge Dean on though, the blond grinning into your neck in a self-satisfied manner when Roman pulled him to press his chest to your back.
You gasped as you felt Dean hot and ready against your lower back. "Someone likes having their hair pulled." you teased, surprised when Roman hesitated and Ambrose flushed bright red.
"Okay maybe." Dean admitted. "Hey, when someone like that-" he gestured up and down Roman, making the taller man chuckle. "-yanks on your skull, you try fighting your boner, darlin'!"
"Why would I?!"
"Good point. I'll give you that one."
Reigns shook his hair back over his shoulders, eyes still crinkled in mirth. "I didn't realize I was in such high demand." he said jokingly, sobering somewhat when he saw the way you looked at him. "Phew, alright. Maybe I have a slight inkling."
"Both of you." you said quietly, releasing Roman and turning sideways between the two men. Dean groaned into your mouth when you pressed it to his, gentle and soft like you were afraid to break him.
"God, baby girl." Roman breathed, untucking your shirt and peeling it over your head. Dean helped him with your bra, unable to resist snapping one of your straps to get an indignant yelp out of you. You punched him lightly in the shoulder.
The 'Lunatic' laughed, his shredded voice sounding slightly hysterical. "Look at you. With us, like this."
"Oh I am." Reigns smirked, "You doing okay, baby girl?" His hand cupped the back of your neck carefully.
"Yeah. Are we uh...too much?" Ambrose asked, already fondling your breasts.
You swallowed hard, shaking your head and placing your hands over his. You didn't trust your voice at the moment. Dean sucked in a breath as you helped him, showing him what you liked.
"Christ. Look at you two." Roman said, sounding like he was smiling. "Look at my unhinged, dangerous brother. Look at you."
Dean licked his lips nervously as Roman stepped up behind him and then, Roman's arms were around Dean in a warm hug. "I'm so proud."
Dean rubbed furiously at his eyes, grumbling something about bitch crying again. You slipped your arms under Roman's, the larger man opening his so you could lay your head on Dean's chest. "It's alright." you murmured. Tears landed on your shoulder, dripping down your arm.
"Thank you for believing in me, Uce. My brother, Dean Anoa'i." Reigns' voice carried on over Dean's quiet sobs.
"Goddamit, Uce-" Dean gasped out, "I can't stop bawlin' if you keep sayin' shit like that."
"Let me help you feel good, okay?" you said softly. One of your hands slid into Ambrose's pants, Roman's hug keeping him steady as you dragged your hand up Dean's shaft. The blond moaned, chin dropping to his chest.
"Fuck..."
You felt Reigns shudder behind Dean, arms tensing. "You sure you guys have never...?" you trailed off as Ambrose started to squirm.
"P-please..." he said, the wrecked whisper of his voice making your stomach drop out pleasantly. Then, even quieter, "Can you...k-kiss him, while you...?"
"Pleasure's all mine." Reigns was halfway over Dean's shoulder before the other man finished talking, hungrily pressing his lips to yours. He slowly fucked his tongue in and out of your mouth, making you whimper and lean into Ambrose. Dean groaned at the sight of you enjoying a languid kiss, rocking his hips harder into your hand.
"You like this, don't you Ambrose." Roman said when he parted from you, spit-slick lips curled into a cocky grin. Dean lolled his head back against Roman's shoulder with an exaggerated nod.
"I like my porn interactive." he grinned shakily, the expression fading when you knelt in front of him and tugged his pants down around his knees. "Oh darlin'..." he gasped, watching you carefully brush your lips and tongue against the sensitive head of his cock. Ambrose's hands rested on the top of your head, shakily stroking his fingers through your hair while you sucked his cock. "Holy fuck darlin', holy fuck."
Reigns picked that moment to release Dean and crouch beside you. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, slightly confused. His battered fingers unbuckled his belt, then your own. He worked around you to pull your pants to your thighs, murmuring his approval at the sheen of arousal that dripped down your legs. You blushed, feeling silly for doing so even as it happened. They'd gotten you off before, why should this be any different? Let them see you were interested. Let them see you were enjoying yourself.
Dean shuddered as Reigns dipped his fingers into you, the blond biting down hard on the heel of his palm when you purred with him still in your mouth. "Reigns-" he rasped over your soft whimpers of excitement.
Roman didn't hold back when fucking you with his fingers, goaded by your sounds of delight and Ambrose's whisper of a voice swearing. At some point one of Dean's hands twisted into your hair and the other into Roman's messy curls, making Roman groan and unzip his pants to palm his cock with his free hand.
"You get her off Roman, I swear to fuck." Dean said through gritted teeth, giving a warning tug on Roman's hair. Hesitantly, you slipped your fingers down to your pelvis and danced them over Roman's; the larger man jerked his head up to stare at you hungrily. You showed him what you enjoyed, eyes rolling back briefly. He was a quick study, made quicker by you wrapping a hand slick with your own arousal around his shaft.
"Baby girl-" Reigns grunted, curling his fingers inside you to touch that spot you loved so much. You keened around Dean's cock.
Dean abruptly yanked on your hair almost hard enough to hurt. "Sorry! I'm-darlin'-!" he gasped, hunching over slightly as he came down your throat. Roman growled and rubbed his thumb into the space beside your clit. Your back arched, mouth popping open but no noise coming out. Dean knelt in front of you, pressing his lips to your neck and biting gently. The tiny pinpricks of pain were what did it for you this time, mixed with the deliciously large fingers inside you.
You whimpered, your orgasm washing over you in a torrent and leaving you sagging, boneless against Ambrose. He laughed, wrapping you in his arms. "All tired out, darlin'? We were just getting started."
"Yeah?" you panted, looking eagerly between the two of them.
Reigns smiled, cupping your face momentarily before getting to his feet. "The bed. Clothes off, baby girl." he ordered, starting to unlace his boots. A tremor ran through you at the command, hastily rushing to kick your sneakers and pants off. Dean pushed you gently back onto the bed, crawling over you and kissing you while lazily rubbing his quickly-hardening cock against your leg. You heard the soft 'thud' of Roman's pants hitting the floor; felt your stomach clench when the bed dipped under his weight.
"Baby girl, are you good and wet for us?" he murmured against your ear, reaching back down to your pussy. At this point you were sopping wet, Dean's mouth and your previous activities working for you. You whined, lifting your hips pointedly to grind against Roman's palm. He bit his lip. "Ambrose?"
"Yep, got it. Darlin', you gotta ride me, okay?" The 'Lunatic' said, rolling onto his back and making grabby-hands at you. You laughed, straddling him and watching his eyes darken, pupils blowing wide.
"Like this?" you teased, aligning him with your entrance and settling down onto him for the first time. Always the best part, in your not-so-humble opinion. Ambrose clenched his fists into the blankets, his mouth opening as you slowly rotated your hips. "What's wrong, Dean?" you crooned, brushing some of the hair off his forehead.
Roman's hair trailed across your back, his hand smoothing over your shoulder blades and carefully pressing you down flat on Dean's chest. "Baby girl, remember that if this is too much we can stop." he reminded you.
You shook your head, looking back with a small smile. "I'll be okay. I trust you guys to take care of me."
Dean held as still as he could, the teasing gone from your body as you grabbed for one of his hands while Roman slowly, slowly pressed in beside Dean inside your cunt. The larger man murmured words of encouragement while you sucked in a few shaky breaths and Ambrose trembled beneath you with the effort of keeping still.
His mouth however, was still alive and well. "Oh my god, oh sweet fuck, oh god Roman, oh fuck darlin' you feel so good, so fucking good-"
Roman moaned, pressing his forehead to the space between your shoulders and staying there for several agonizing seconds as he breathed hard and let you adjust. It was a lot, but surprisingly no pain. Just the feeling of being very, very full. "Goddamn, baby girl." Reigns managed, his hands tightening on your hips as you shifted beneath him. "Are you alright?"
"G-g-great." you stammered, Roman's cock forcing Dean's to lay still against your spot. You could feel every inch of them inside you this way, and outside was the heave of Reigns' chest and the jitters of Ambrose. Dean shakily put his hands over Roman's on your hips and after a second Roman laced his fingers through Dean's.
"Together." the 'Lunatic Fringe' rasped, his mouth going slack when Roman finally started to move. His hands started shaking, the blond tossing his head back and whimpering as loud as he could manage. You were hardly any better, heat pooling in your stomach as Reigns slowly drew himself out and pressed back in, a little faster this time.
Everything about this was new to you, and it was amazing. The two men with their hands on your hips urging you alternately into one of them, sharing you as equals. Reigns did most of the moving, reducing you and Ambrose to shaking messes with the careful pace he set.
"You like this? The two of us, fucking you like this?" Roman asked quietly, unable to keep from laughing when Dean nodded before you did.
"Jesus fuck-" Dean groaned, moving his hips slightly and startling a noise out of Roman. "You feel so good, you both feel so amazing..." he babbled, making you gasp as he started shuddering in earnest. "I held still, I stayed still for so long, please-!" Dean begged, his fingers shaking in Roman's grip.
"Hey..." you whispered, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "Move for me, Dean? Move for us?"
Reigns threw his head back and began panting as Ambrose started fucking you in earnest, the 'Lunatic' pressing his mouth to yours for a kiss that left you reeling and needy. Your walls clenched, making both men groan.
"Guys I...!" Dean cut you off with another kiss, Roman's lips touching your shoulder blades as your second orgasm curled hotly through your stomach. You cried out into Dean's mouth and he moaned in reply.
"C-close-" Reigns growled over the two of you as he stilled.
You shook your head as he went to pull out. "No! Please-!" you begged, arching your back against him.
Roman's voice cracked when he asked, "are you sure?" His cock throbbed inside you, your two previous orgasms helping you feel every tiny motion. You shuddered, nodding frantically. Roman groaned, grip tightening on your hips as he drove himself into you one last time and then came. Ambrose came directly after Roman did, spurred on by your spasms and Reigns pulsing inside you.
"Holy shit. Wow. Fucking...wow." he swore, gasping for breath. You collapsed onto his chest, a mess of overstimulated nerves and bliss. Dean absently started running his fingers through your hair.
Reigns pulled out of you slowly and rolled onto his side, pushing his hair back over his shoulders and laughing breathlessly. "Fucking wow is right. How you feel, baby girl?" he asked with a hint of worry in his voice, catching your chin in his hand and rubbing his thumb across your lips.
"Fucking. Wow." you managed, half-raising your arm to give him a thumbs up.
Dean smiled against the top of your head. "Best afterparty ever."
AN: I hope you all enjoyed! Thank you so much for reading!