Here we can see what happens when storie's refuse to obey. This was supposed to be the last chapter but as the world of words goes, it turned out that it is not.

This now is the penultimate chapter and this time I'm sure since I'm already almost finished with the next - and last - chapter, too.

Well, this wasn't planned but I guess there's worse things than one more chapter than being planned? ;)

Before you enter the mental cinema, maybe you want to take a bucket with cold water with you and a few kleenex might be good, too ;3

Enjoy!

Sometimes the night could be threatening with dark emotions and sharp worries, wearing down on you. Disquietening, choking. Nights when shadows came alive.

Sometimes, yeah.

But not tonight.

Tonight it was tame and the mood it wore was soft and rich. Peaceful.

A swift breeze of warm nightly air touched Dean as he sat on the broad sill of the wide open window, a leg lazily drawn up under his chin and his arms wrapped around his knee while he gazed out into the night. He was in Roman's room that had become their shared room by now. He hadn't bothered to switch a lamp on because the darkness had something sheltering tonight. His gaze wandered over the yard, taking in the tiny spots of the ambient lights which Patricia had placed here and there between the flowers, making it look as if tiny glowing fairies were trying to illuminate the night a little. He could see faint fingers of the light that was falling through the blind of the living room window reaching into the yard. Dimmed voices. Sika and Patricia.

Smiling, Dean breathed deeply. The air was clean and it was tasting of the victory he'd been waiting for for so long and that had now finally been given to him. Right after the trial that victory hadn't been tasting as good as it did now but in the two hours since they had arrived at home things had sunk in slowly and he'd calmed down enough to be okay that his stepfather had only gotten five years for what he'd done to him.

Five years weren't by far long enough but then again five years could be very long. Sometimes five years could be an endless hell. Dean knew that all too well.

His smile broadened a little as his ears picked up the lack of the sound of falling water as the shower was turned off, telling him that Roman would be with him soon. It was ridiculous how much he'd missed Roman in the not even two hours they had been separated.

After coming back home, Roman had been oddly quiet although Dean could see that he was happy that this was finally over. It was the tense way those big arms held on to him, almost as if he wanted to shelter him from something, and the grey eyes seemed to gaze at something that wasn't there, the fine lines which showed up on the handsome face when Roman held something back that bothered him that gave Dean an idea what was going on.

Roman was angry. The rage in him, it hadn't faded yet.

For minutes Dean did his best to calm him down but no matter how much he tried, no matter how much Roman tried to leave it behind... it had been without success. With an apology on his lips for dulling Dean's victory by not being able to just draw a line, Roman had excused himself for a long run. It was okay though. Dean knew that Roman needed the time because after all, the whole thing had been wearing Roman down heavily.

The rage was still sitting deep in Roman, boiling there and Dean also knew that Roman wished he had made sure that this bastard would never be able to move a finger again. It would take a while until the boiling would become a simmering before the rage would die down completely... although a spark of it would probably be there forever...

Closing his eyes, Dean sighed and leaned back against the wall behind him, resting his head against it. Again a warm breeze swept over him. A dog barked and somewhere someone was laughing.

There would be moments within the next days that the events of the trial came back to him for sure, leaving him a little shaken. It was what he'd learned ever since Roman had gotten him out there, that healing and coming to terms with things took time and that sometimes, right then when you thought that you've left it behind, that it comes back to you. But a step back meant two steps forward afterwards. They had time and for now it was as perfect as it could be.

Tonight he didn't want to think about the trial anymore. All he wanted was to wrap Roman's arms around him and be happy.

Yeah, the night was tame...

After Roman left for the run, Dean had taken care of the cuts in his palm which turned out to be not very deep before joining Mommy Reigns on the porch where she was sitting on the canopy swing with a book in her hands...

"Hey baby," she said smiling as she noticed him, putting the book aside before she held a hand out to him.

"Hey mom," Dean smiled back, taking her hand and letting himself being tugged closer.

Sounds coming from the garage told him that Daddy Reigns was busy with something, probably just taking some time for himself to stomach the past hours.

"Where's Roman?" Patricia wanted to know, her eyes searching Dean's face with that always motherly worry lying in them.

"He's out for a run. He needs a little time for himself."

With a light sigh, she nodded.

"Yeah, it all was very difficult for him, too," she replied quietly, gently running a hand over his hair.

"Yeah," Dean murmured. "Yeah, I know."

Her hand settled in the back of his neck with the touch only a mother could provide. This special warmth, soothing and... he couldn't name the emotion that was resonating in it. Shifting a little, Dean lay down and folded himself in the small space of the bench, resting his head on Patricia's thigh. He felt a hand on his shoulder and fingers skimming through his hair while he gazed out into the arriving night, the smooth movements of the swing as Mommy Reigns began to lightly rock it back and forth being wonderfully calming.

"Do you want to talk about it, baby?" she asked eventually hushed.

The loving note in her voice made him close his eyes as it added to the calming movements. It was a little like floating in calm waters...

"Five years isn't enough." Dean's voice was barely more than a whisper. "It's not fair."

The fingers in his hair never ceased in their caress and he wondered how he'd managed to survive all those years without having a mom. But maybe he was able to survive because he'd never had a mom. How should he have missed something he'd never been allowed to experience?

"No," Patricia agreed. "It's not fair and God knows it's by far not enough. I wished he'd gotten sentenced for life but the law is the law. He would've had to beat you to death or you would've needed to suffer permanent damage for him to get more than those ridiculous five years but both did not happen and I thank God for it."

Closing his eyes, he turned his face a little more towards her legs and nuzzled his face against her thighs.

"Mom?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Do you think he'll come back?" he mumbled, not sure whether the mere idea was making him angry or scared or...

"Sika talked to the attorney concerning a protection order," she explained quietly, not answering his question though. "The attorney will file for one, just to be sure." A short pause followed in which the back and forth of the swing faltered. A kiss was placed to his hair. "It's over and he can't hurt you anymore. Never again, okay?"

"Yeah," Dean breathed.

Cracking his eyes a bit open as he heard a door being opened and closed again, his gaze fell on Sika who came walking towards them. Sika looked tired but smiled warmly at him nevertheless as he passed them on his way into the house. There was a tiny part in Dean that still couldn't believe that these people had taken him to their hearts and treated him like their own son... just like that. Doing all this for him. Just... like that.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

And for a second he wasn't sure if he should say what was lying on his tongue. Patricia seemed to notice it. The fingers in his hair wandered to his forehead, gently brushing a few wild strands of hair aside... as if she tried to get a view on his face.

"I love you," he whispered then because he did, not daring to say it louder though out of fear that he was just overstepping a line here.

He hoped he had not. After all she knew him only such a short time and maybe...

"I love you, too, baby," she said hushed with a soft smile coating her words, wiping any trace of fear that he might just have done something really stupid away.

His chest constricted under a sweet ache that bloomed in it and he screwed his eyes shut as tears came to his eyes.

The back and forth started anew and quietness settled over them in which only the barely audible creaking of the swing and faint sounds coming from the house were to be heard...

Her words were still echoing in his ears and once again his chest constricted under that sweet ache it brought with and he loved it because this ache, it was good.

He'd spent half an hour lying on the bench beside her with his head on her legs and her rocking the swing lightly back and forth while reading the book. Sika had joined them eventually. The quietness had stayed but it was a good kind of quietness.

The soft sound of naked feet approaching him made him open his eyes, seeking the source it. Roman was slowly walking towards him, wearing nothing but a towel that was slung around his waist, riding low on his hips. Low enough to let tempting hip dents peak out in the bit of light the moon provided. Turning around on the sill, Dean let his feet dangle off of it, spreading his legs in a silent invitation. He wanted Roman here, right between his knees so he could hook his feet behind those massive legs and cling to this man while strong arms wrapped around him to hold him close. He needed that. Like, right now. And Roman listened to his unspoken plea, stepping up to him. Hands on Dean's knees, tenderly smoothing over the jeans clad thighs towards his hips as Roman came to stand right where Dean wanted him to.

It was still there, the Superman S. A little faded though but there. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss on it. A kiss was placed to the top of his head as he allowed his lips linger there for a moment.

Roman's hands stopped at Dean's waist, tightening their hold on him as he pulled Dean flush against himself. Exactly what Dean wanted. Immediately he hooked his feet behind Roman's legs and brought his hands to the broad chest, splaying his fingers over the nice curves of tempting pecs. There was the scent of Roman's shampoo spicing the air between them. His own hands slowly travelled further up, savoring the smoothness under his palms, feeling heat emanating from his lover's body. Waterdrops were gracing the tan skin here and there, highlighting the broad shoulders and chest, gleaming in the bit of light like tiny gems. The dark hair was still slightly damp, pooling down in thick and pitch black strands.

Blue met... silver. In the pale moonlight Roman's eyes were precious silver orbs. Enthralling... keeping Dean prisoner. But he didn't want to look anywhere else anyway. Never again...

Roman's hand slipped under Dean's shirt where fingertips brushed over his skin in a featherlight touch that sent a wave of goose bumps all over his body. Fingers... roaming his sides... tracing his spine... while grey orbs searched Dean's face, briefly stopping at the scar. Roman leaned in then, kissing it softly.

"I love you," he whispered, his lips still touching the scar. There was guilt shining in the handsome features as Roman drew back again and Dean knew what was going on. "I'm sorry that I haven't been there for you when we got back home. I shouldn't have..."

"Hey, don't say that," Dean murmured, cutting the other man off. "You've always been there for me from the first fucking minute on." He brought his hands up to the dark mane, combing his fingers through it before skimming his fingertips down along the side of Roman's, cupping his jaw with both his hands as he dipped his head forward to steal a little kiss. "You needed a little time for yourself. That's okay, you know? I know that this was hard for you, too, and I haven't been alone."

A light nod from Roman who got what he meant. I haven't been alone. Mom and dad have been there for me. He sighed, tilting his head a bit to the side as his eyes once more wandered over the handsome face. He hadn't seen Roman after he'd gotten home from the run since Roman had vanished in the bathroom immediately and Dean hadn't snuck in there, because he'd guessed that Roman needed that shower alone, too, to wash the last pieces of the bad feelings away. Obviously it had worked. Not the tiniest trace of tension was left and the rage had left his eyes.

Roman looked calm now, not in the eerie way he'd looked back at the court but in a really peaceful way. This was his Roman. His big teddy bear. His Superman. His features were relaxed, smooth. The kissable lips were parted invitingly and his eyes... so soft and warmth was lying in them and love.

Arms circled Dean's middle as Roman buried his face in the crook on his neck, drawing a deep and shuddering breath while holding Dean close, closer... as if he wanted to slip right under his skin. Turning his face towards the soft hair, Dean cradled his friends head against his shoulder.

"I was so... so fucking angry," Roman said quietly and for a second Dean feared that it might bring back the rage, but the low voice was gentle as Roman continued. "I wished I would have had the chance to... to..." He faltered. A second. Two. Then: "I want to hurt him. I want to make him pay for what he's done to you, I... fuck..."

Want to. Not wanted to. Yeah, he'd been right. That rage would probably be there for a long time, sitting as a little spark in the depth of a heart that was too good for this world.

"He's not worth it," Dean murmured, barely believing that this was coming over his lips... but it was the truth, wasn't it? His stepfather wasn't worth it that Roman got in trouble for laying hands on him. Roman shifted a bit, as if he wanted to pull back and object but Dean didn't let him. "Ro... I can understand you but I can't have you getting in trouble for laying hands on that bastard." Well... that wasn't possible anymore anyway but who knew what the future would hold in store... "I need you here with me. Promise me that if he ever crosses our path again, that you won't do anything stupid." There was no reaction for a few second and so Dean repeated more insistently: "Promise me, Ro!"

A hesitant nod. A sigh.

"I promise," was mumbled against his neck. "I promise I won't hurt him... if he won't touch you."

Roman seemed to remember something then, drawing back suddenly, reaching for Dean's right wrist and turning Dean's hand around, he scrutinized the palm. Furrowing his brows, Roman exhaled another sigh that carried Dean's name.

"The cuts aren't deep," Dean assured.

It looked worse than it was. The skin around the cuts was a bit red and swollen but they weren't even the need for a bandage.

"The phone?" he heard him ask before a kiss was placed on his sore palm.

"In its box," he replied, his gaze jumping over to a small box on the bedstand of his side of the bed.

Because it was so important to Dean, Roman had gotten him a nice black box with a cushioning to put it in, so it wouldn't have to lie lovelessly in a drawer. Again Roman shifted a little in his arms and a low hum rumbled in Dean's throat as he felt lips on his neck, pressing butterfly kisses to just the right spots.

"Ro?" There was a muted yeah but the lips kept delivering kisses to his neck, working their way down to his collarbone. With a smirk Dean closed his fingers around a few strands of the black hair, gently tugging at him. "Ro, c'mon, look at me."

Roman did but with a certain reluctance, gazing at Dean quietly while he waited for him to continue. Dean's smirk died away, fading to a tiny and very soft smile. His future was literally standing right in front of him, wasn't it? He had no idea why this thought was suddenly more real than it had been before or why it caused his heart to do a somersault this very second and his belly to tingle in a very funny way but here he sat, feeling it.

Maybe because he'd watched his stepfather being brought away by the cops. It was really over now...

"Thank you," he said. "Thank you, Ro."

Two words. Not much maybe but there was no need to say more, was there? Roman understood, Dean could see that he did because those grey eyes spoke to him as they gazed at each other in silence.

Another breeze of warm nightly air rushed into the room, causing the door to fall close and a strand of black velvet to fall into Roman's face. He tucked the stray hair behind the big man's ear, before dropping both his hands to the towel around Roman's waist.

Almost as if the swift wave of air that had rushed past them had brought it with, the mood between them shifted. Not breaking his gaze away, Dean tugged the towel off, tossing it aside carelessly as he lifted his legs to wrap them around the thick waist, pulling Roman impossibly close. He felt hands slipping down to his ass, giving it a happy squeeze, while his own hands found back to his lover's the well-toned chest.

Three weeks now since Roman had given himself to Dean for the first time and every other time afterwards. Twice Roman had tested the waters, gently touching Dean there but he'd stopped in a heartbeat once Dean tensed up. And he hadn't tried it again...

Dean could feel the beating of Roman's heart against his palms, quick in its steps... just like his own.

"Ro…" he whispered as he closed his eyes, his whole being narrowing on this man.

Faintly he felt breath fanning over his face, fast and shallow... and a touch on the side of his face, feather light and so infinitely tender... When had Roman brought his hand up? The touch was travelling down and to the back of his neck where fingers curled around it, holding him in place...

A soft touch of lips... and the tiny sound that escaped Roman's throat sent a tingling through Dean. A breathless moan, begging and helpless, followed... was it his own or Roman's... it didn't matter... and it got lost between their lips as Roman deepened the kiss. Tongues, sliding against each other in a shy dance, all soft strokes, slow and begging. The kiss was sweet and loving and so infinitely tender that it stole Dean's breath, made him forget about everything but Roman.

Wrapping his arms around Roman's neck, he pressed close, closer, molding their body together. Roman's scent was filling his nostrils and there was his taste on his tongue and the touch of gentle fingers on his skin as Roman's hand slipped back under his shirt. This kiss was pristine and pure bliss and it unleashed a firework in him, sent jolts of all kinds of good throughout his body.

When the kiss ended eventually, Roman held him impossibly close and it was so wonderful, so fucking perfect to be engulfed in this possessive hold.

Mine.

Yours.

They were both breathing fast as their lips kept touching in a featherlight contact and Dean couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips as he felt Roman shift his stance a bit, his already very interested dick now pressing against his own rapidly hardening but still jeans covered cock. Tentatively Dean rolled his hips just a tiny bit, hearing Roman draw a deep and shaky breath.

"How do you want me?" Roman asked hushed, brushing his lips along Dean's.

There, he did it again. Giving himself to Dean without even testing the waters again...

"I want you in me," Dean whispered against the luscious lips, pushing the nervousness he felt rise immediately into a dark corner within him.

He was scared about letting it happen, yeah, but still he wanted it and he knew that Roman needed it. It was about trust and surrendering to the one being that owned his heart. Roman's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he pulled back.

"I... wait, what?" Roman asked with an expression on his face as if he didn't trust what his ears just had told him. But eventually it sunk in. "Dean, you don't have to do that."

Roman's eyes were gleaming like the moonlight and deep like the ocean. A heavy, raw longing was lying in their depths, belying the words which had just been spoken and it sent a tingling along Dean's spine and made his heart drum even faster and harder against his chest.

"But I want it." Dean hated the light tremor that resonated in his voice and the barely visible tightening of Roman's lips told him that it hadn't gone unnoticed by the other man. "I really do, Ro," he added then. "Just... be gentle..."

The last three words were hardly more than a breath.

His name was being said, wrapped in a voice as smooth like as good whiskey but it got lost between their lips as Roman claimed his mouth in a firm yet oh so very gentle kiss again, softly nibbling on Dean's bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth, delicately biting down on it only to soothe it again. With a hum Dean pressed closer, meeting Roman's tongue in a tender dance. Sweet ache bloomed in his chest and a heat in his belly, both growing as the hand under his shirt began to roam again, bunching his shirt on the way up. The kiss broke just long enough to tug it over Dean's head. For a moment Roman's hungry gaze swept over the just exposed skin, giving Dean time to get his fill, too, as his eyes took in the perfectly shaped body right in front of him and, fuck, he wanted Roman... so fucking...

Bringing his hands back on the tempting body he leaned in to seek the pulse point of the other man's neck, gently sucking at it. A moan vibrated in Roman's chest as he angled his head to give him better access.

Working his way back up he rasped against the delicious skin: "Stop being a goddamn gentleman and take what you want..."

He felt hands drop to his ass, pulling him closer and his own hard cock pressed against a matching hardness as Roman bucked his hips lightly. Instinctively Dean wrapped his legs tighter around his lover's waist, felt himself being lifted up from the sill and carried over to the bed where he was gently lowered onto the mattress. Hands began to dance and wander, removing the last offending pieces of clothes... unwrapping Dean's body, open and bare to longing gazes...

Roman kneeled between Dean's legs, his hands running up and down Dean's thighs lovingly as his gaze roamed Dean's body with a mesmerized glow lying in the silver eyes, almost as if he wanted to memorize every tiny detail... almost as if he saw him like this for the first time... before Roman leaned in to worship Dean's body, affectionately pressing soft lips to the scar, kissing it gently, before moving down the curve of his cheek and the edge of his jaw.

Low sighs passed Dean's lips, his hands roaming over his lover's back and shoulders, finding a home in the long hair then while Roman tortured him a little more with his tongue by licking a path from his neck to his shoulder, lightly biting, marking him before running his tongue over the sensitive skin. The sensation surged straight to Dean's cock and with a gasp he bucked up against the solid body in the need for more contact.

Kissing his way further down, Roman gently pushed Dean's legs a bit further apart. Lips ghosted down his throat and his chest, made their way across to his nipple. He felt a hot tongue circle it, making it sensitive, before Roman sucked it into his mouth, grazed it lightly with his teeth.

"Ro... uh... fuck, Ro…" he whispered, gently scraping his nails over the broad back.

The feeling of this hard yet soft and ridiculously sexy body being molded against his own... it all, it unleashed a deep and wantonly ache and need in him. His heart ran fast, pumping that need through his veins until it filled him completely.

The mattress dipped a little as Roman reached over to the bedstand, digging in a drawer for the small bottle they had stored away in there safely. Lube was poured big on a hand... and a throaty groan escaped Dean's throat as that hand wrapped around his aching cock, beginning to pump the rock-hard flesh in just the right rhythm. With a grunt Dean let his head fall back into the pillow, closing his eyes as he focused on the good feelings this hand was coaxing out of him, let himself fall into the moment until heat rushed through him in growing waves that pulled him along.

Faintly he noticed a touch there...

Focus...

A caress, a question...

… this is Roman and you trust him…

… before he felt a slight pressure as Roman pushed a finger into him. Briefly Dean tensed...

... so just let go...

"S'is okay," he whispered, as much to himself as he meant it for Roman who seemed not to dare moving. "Ro..."

Reluctantly the finger began to move in him, in and out and soon a second finger followed, scissoring him... before Roman pushed deeper, crooking his fingers... hitting dead on Dean's prostate. A torn mewl was dragged from Dean's throat as the unfamiliar but too damn good sensation shot through him.

"Jesus... fuck..." he gasped, arching up from the bed while his fingers twisted in the sheets. "Fuck, Ro..."

The rest... got lost in a world of new sensations as those jolts shot rushed through him with every time Roman hit that very spot, leaving him tugging at the sheet and pushing back against those fingers for more.

Eventually he felt Roman pull his hand away as he positioned himself between Dean's legs, sitting back on his heels. His eyes never left Dean's as slicked his cock up and Dean knew that he would never forget this picture. The silver light of the moon fell through the window, highlighting the other man's body perfectly and it made the tan skin look rich like dark marble and his muscles like carved out of stone. Oddly enough the nervousness left Dean as his lover lowered himself down on him, lifting one of his legs on a broad shoulder. There was a slight pressure against his entrance as Roman gingerly pushed in, his length sliding into Dean's body slowly. It was controlled and so very carefully and still... it hurt... causing him to tense up. And Roman paused... kissed his forehead, his lips... whispering sweet nothings against them... until the pain eventually subsided to a dull feeling of discomfort.

He whispered a yeah and felt Roman push in further until he was buried to the hilt. For long seconds they remained unmoving, wrapped around each other and breathing quickly, raggedly and Dean closed his eyes, willing the last traces of pain to fade and his body to relax. He felt Roman... he felt him deep inside...

"Dean?"

Low, rough with emotions and sweet like honey. Dean opened his eyes again. Their gazes locked.

Love.

Roman was holding himself up on one hand while his other brushed soothingly over Dean's thigh on his shoulder, gazing at him in question. Waiting.

With a soft nod, Dean whispered yeah.

A drawn-out moan of pleasure escaped his throat, lacing in his Roman's throaty groan as he pulled out and pushed back in, grazing his sweet spot.

"Damn, Dean... you have no idea how fucking beautiful you are…" was breathed right into his ear as Roman began to move in him.

It wasn't a fast and hard fuck, not a hurried giving in to a headless longing... but a slow and tender lovemaking. It was thorough and deep and filled with loving, worshipping touches and breathtaking kisses. Whispered words of affection were spoken to be tasted, to be felt and with every time Roman rocked against him, in him, there were jolts of electricity surging throughout him, getting brighter and brighter... fusing with the growing heat in him. It as coursing through his veins and flooded his mind, engulfing it with a haze. It made his skin prick, this electricity, it fuelled his lust until he was writhing helplessly under Roman, arching up to meet his every thrust. Sweat slicked skin under his palms, hot and smooth... black velvet between his fingers... and strong muscles dancing under his touch.

His eyes found back to his lover's and those grey orbs were dazed as they looked down at him. The small space between them was filled with moans and whimpers, sharp gasps and breathless groans. There was a searing heat where Roman's hand smoothed over his leg, where his lips left kisses. Hooking his other leg around Roman's waist to pull him in even more, he lifted a hand up to the one holding his leg, slipping his fingers between Roman's while bringing his other hand down to his own cock, pumping it in the rhythm of Roman's thrusts.

Soon every fiber in Dean was sizzling under the fire Roman ignited in him and it pushed him closer and closer towards his release. It spread, crawling up his spine and curled into his belly until he felt the familiar tightening of his body, that silent screaming, begging to let go and he felt that Roman was right there with him, felt his lover's movements become erratic… and he let go. With a clash the fire in him unfurled, flooding him with a liquid and searing brightness as he came hard enough that his vision blacked for a second. With a breathless shout he threw his head back into the pillow as the peak of his lust shot through him like a tidal burst, drawing Roman over the edge as his body clenched around his lover's cock. He heard the low groan, felt it vibrate in Roman's chest as he followed, burying himself deep in Dean's quivering body.

Everything stilled for a moment as they drifted in their own little bubble of sparkling bliss and pristine of being one. Seconds, long and blissful… and he wished they could stay like this forever. His leg was lowered down onto the mattress. With a humm Roman settled down on Dean, stealing a sweet little kiss before burying his face against Dean's neck. Wrapping his arms around the broad back, Dean closed his eyes. Everyhing narrowed on Roman. There was warmth and softness and that familiar, beloved scent. The faint beating of a strong heart… Roman was still buried in him and once more there was a sweet ache flooding him because it made him feel… complete…

One... we're one…

Eventually Roman moved, slipping an arm around him, holding him safe. The feeling was fusing into the light waves of the aftermath which kept rolling through him. Whispering his lover's name, Dean wrapped his arms around him, too. A soft sigh fleeted over his skin as Roman buried his face in the hollow of his neck and for long monuted they stayed like this, wrapped up in each other in a hold so impossibly close.

His name passed his Roman's lips in a sigh after a while, lips which left featherlight touches on his skin as he worked his way up to Dean's mouth to claim it in a deep, slow kiss. It was as if Roman was engulfing him completely... as if he was pumping through his veins. It was reaching deep, this feeling and struck chords in him which were making his whole being vibrate in the echo it left behind.

"No," Dean whispered as Roman broke the kiss eventually, moving to settle beside him. "No. Just... can we stay like this?"

Hesitantly Roman lay back down, his face resuming its place from before in the hollow of Dean's neck.

"You'll be sore tomorrow if we..."

"I don't care," he cut Roman off softly. "Please."

There was a caress on his shoulders, fingertips brushing lovingly back and forth. A kiss way placed on his neck.

"We'll end up being glued together permanently if we stay like this," Roman chuckled softly.

Grinning lightly at the idea, Dean replied: "Perfect 'cause I don't plan on letting you go again anyway." The grin faded away as he ran the tip of his index finger along Roman's spine, feeling him shiver as he whispered: "Mine."

"Yeah," Roman agreed softly. "Yours..."

Silence settled over them then, bringing a heavy exhaustion along. There was no need for words now. The day had been filled with too many of them already anyway. It was only sound of their soft breathing and the hushed noises of the night outside that trickled into the quietness. He could feel the steady beating of Roman's heart, calming, lulling… pulling him towards sleep fast. Seconds. Minutes? Time passed with him being afloat in their wonderful little bubble and the last thing he knew was those three little whispered words which belonged to him now, washing over him like a soft breeze…

I love you…

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