Ten

"What did you say?" Dean asked.

His gentle Samoan boyfriend looked nervous. "He's that guy… the one I… high school…"

Roman was struggling to get his words out. Dean rubbed his back in circles to comfort him. "Hey. It's okay," he assured him. "I'm here."

"He looks so different now. It wasn't until he started to compliment me that I realised who he was. What do I do now?"

"You act normal. I know that it's difficult for you but you have to. You can't give this man any indication that you know him." Dean adjusted his cufflinks. "I'll see if I can find out anything about him." He hugged Roman and gave him a quick peck. "Relax. Just finish your work and go through this hallway. There's a back lift. Go to the twentieth floor."

"Yeah. Okay. But I didn't bring any clothes. I'll have to go home and-"

Dean didn't want the risk of Roman heading by himself alone lest this man decided to follow him. "I'll ask Dwayne to meet you nearby." He took out his his Visa card and handed it to his boyfriend. "Knock yourself out."

"But…" Roman sputtered. "Dean, I can't. It's probably for a couple of days."

"We don't know that, Roman. Just buy what you need for a week if you're conservative about it." He gently pushed Roman. "Now go."

Roman gave him a look before he started to walk. Dean went through the other exit and discreetly walked out into the lounge, rejoining John.

As John was chatting now with a ginger he introduced to Dean as Peter Jones, Dean sent a message to Dwayne asking him to standby at the staff entrance of the hotel.

It was a good thing John's boyfriend was a former Marine now turned gym owner.

Dwayne replied almost immediately "okay". No questions asked.

"Not every day I see a lot of people in this lounge."

Dean turned around with a cocky smile. "Well, I'm here. So that must be it."

Neat short brown hair most likely gelled. Jade green eyes. Straight nose and thin lips. "Well… can't say I blame them. Damien Lewis."

"Jon Moxley."

The brunette put his hands in his pockets. "You alone here, Jon?"

"Yep."

"I'm here with my friend. I'm here looking to expand my network. Then I saw you and well… listen I don't do this often but I'd like to take you out to dinner."

"That's nice but I'm taken."

"Oh."

His eyes narrowed then when he saw Adam approached Damien. So this was his friend. "I'm going back to the room," the criminal said. "Maybe I'll be sleeping earlier."

"What happened to that hot chef you were trying to hit on?"

Dean almost clenched his fists. You're undercover, he had to remind himself.

"He had to go back to the kitchen," the black haired man explained. "Besides, your new friend here took up most of his time."

"Well… he's gorgeous. Can you blame me?" Dean laughed.

Damien smiled. "Lucky him."

Adam walked off. "Boyfriend?" Dean enquired.

"No. I wouldn't have asked you out if I had a boyfriend." He took Dean's hand and kissed it, his lips lingering longer than it should. "Till we meet again."

He headed to the gents.

"Making new friends, Dean?" John asked as he joined him. "Better not let Roman see that."

"Roman and I trust each other, John. And it's not like I encouraged him."

"Just saying. Seeing is believing."

"What?"

"Trust is one thing, Dean. Seeing is another. If he sees you kissing this guy-"

"I'm not going to kiss him…"

"Or he kisses you. Then trust is out the window."

"Sure it is."

John grinned. "Your new boyfriend is here."

He prayed for patience. "I do not have a new-"

A hand went on the back of his left shoulder. "Hey," he heard Damien say. "Look, Jon-"

Dean turned around. "Damien! I thought you were gone." Why don't you stay gone? he added silently.

"I really think you can do better than your partner. Give me a chance. Have dinner with me."

"Persistent, aren't you?"

"I always get what I want."

"What a coincidence. So do I."

"I promise you I'm worth it."

Dean crossed his arms. "Look, Damien. You probably mean well but I love him and I don't think anything - whether it's a dinner or a one night stand - is worth ruining what I have with him. So be a gentleman and walk the other way."

The brunette sighed. "Very well." He smiled hopeful. "Not even as friends?"

"Sorry. But no."

Damien nodded before disappearing into the crowd. Dean's eyes followed his back and saw him chatting up another guy with a slicked back black hair. He did not expect to find Roman there smiling behind him, holding a tray of mini fruit tarts.

"How long have you been standing there?" he asked.

"Long enough," his boyfriend answered. "I heard what you said. Dean-"

"Not here, Roman. You can tell me when we're alone. Too many interactions between us and we'll both be in trouble."

"Okay."

He was relieved that Roman seemed in good spirits.

Roman was in good spirits when he went shopping with Dwayne. His cousin even called him out on it as they walked through the mall. "What's with you? You've been smiling so much."

Had he been? "I just heard him defend our relationship when I was refilling pastries for the cocktail."

"Hmmm… well, Dean was always loyal in his relationships. Heck, he even defended Seth and Lord knows what that man's like."

Roman smiled. "Yeah I've seen what he's like."

They walked past an adult store and his eyes fell on some display being advertised. Dwayne followed his gaze. "Ummm…. We can go in if you want."

"Oh. I don't know… I'm not sure if he's the sort that… you know…"

"No harm in trying."

He shook his head and they headed to the departmental store where Roman purchased six t-shirts and two pair of jeans and a packet of six boxers. Despite being Dean's boyfriend, he was still nervous to ask the blond for anything.

Would Dean be okay if he went out with Kofi from time to time? What kind of brand did he use for making tea or coffee?

Would he be okay to bottom?

Dean jumped on Roman when he entered the hotel room and closed the door. He even went so far as to bolt it. He wanted no interruptions. "Damn it, Roman," he said between continuous kisses. "You in that uniform just does things to me."

He chuckled as he dropped his shopping bags on the floor. "Dean…"

"It's true." He took a step back. "I want you to strip for me."

"Ok-"

"On second thought, I'll just do it myself." He quickly discarded both their clothes and pulled Roman towards the bedroom. His lips were on Roman's almost immediately.

"Dean?" he heard Roman asked as he was kissing his neck.

"Yeah?"

"Can I… umm… can you… oh never mind."

Dean stopped kissing his shoulder and looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

"It can't be nothing if you had wanted to talk about it."

"Ummm… I'd like to top if that's okay with you?"

Dean was surprised Roman looked nervous… as if he was expecting Dean to reject him. "I'd like that."

"R-really?" He seemed to be in disbelief.

Dean merely nodded and lied down on the bed. It wasn't his first time to bottom though it had been quite a while. The thought of his Samoan hunk taking control excited him.

Roman gingerly positioned himself between Dean's thighs. "You don't have to worry Roman," he said, trying to ease his worries. "It's just me."

Their lips clashed against one another's then. Passionate, wild and filled with love. Dean arched his body against Roman's when he felt his strong hand on the small of his back. He felt so incredibly right being on top of him.

Roman's hands were everywhere. Hot kisses were on his neck down to his collar then to his chest region before his right nipple was covered by Roman's warm mouth.

He moaned then. It was pure torture yet the most exquisite feeling he had ever experienced. When his boyfriend showed the same attention to the other one, Dean closed his eyes in surrender.

Their lips met again before Roman thrusted his tongue in. Dean ran his fingers through his boyfriend's hair and started to return the kisses eagerly.

"I need to get a condom-"

His thighs squeezed Roman; he needed him. "It's okay. I can take it raw."

Roman seemed hesitant. Dean drew him down for a long kiss. The Samoan man's kissing went from his jaw to his throat before placing barely there kisses to his abs and after that… he stopped thinking.

"I love you," Roman whispered in his ear before he felt all of him inside.

"Bite me, Roman," he pleaded.

His boyfriend seemed hesitant to do that but when Dean pleaded a second time, he placed a bite near his neck before kissing it softly.

The tenderness of that overwhelmed Dean. He pulled Roman's face to his and claimed his lips hungrily.

His world came apart. Their lovemaking was like poetry in motion to him. He held onto his boyfriend, vowing his love over and over.

He heard Roman let out a near shout when he came before stroking him to his own fulfilment.

It took a while for the auburn haired man to gather his thoughts. Not long after, they were both gazing into each other's eyes, smiling tenderly. "How… how was it?" Roman asked.

"Give me a moment. I think I could use another round."

He was pleased that it earned him a laugh.

Dean was unhappy when the captain called him to check something out for him at a warehouse where apparently there was a tip off that Big Boss would be there. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Didn't you tell me that he'd be staying here?"

"Oh he's there alright," Captain said. "But right now, we have a tip off that he'd be at this warehouse and we need you and John to go check it out."

"Have you ever seen this guy before?" Dean asked, giving a quick glance to a sleeping Roman beside him.

"Yes."

"And yet you're sending us both a wild goose chase to catch this guy? What does he even look like?"

"Brunette. Green eyes-"

"What?" Dean froze. Damien? Damien was Big Boss? "Oh… Oh no."

Captain was on him immediately. "You've seen him?"

"Yeah. He was trying to hit on me at the cocktail just now." He cradled the phone. "What time is his meetup?"

"Tonight. Eleven."

Dean glanced at the clock. There was still time. "Alright. We'll be there. What's the address?"

"Hedge Warehouse. You know where that is?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

Roman rolled over, his eyes slowly opening. Dean promised the Captain they'd be early and hung up. He caressed Roman's face. "Hey."

"Hey. Going somewhere?"

"Yeah. A stake out. Roman, I need you to stay in. Do not go anywhere… do you hear me?"

His boyfriend sat up. "But why?"

"Because Adam is staying here, remember? He has it bad for you and I don't want you to get hurt again." Dean kissed him before getting out of bed and throwing on some clothes. "I'll be glad when this whole thing is over. I need a vacation."

"Where?"

"I don't know. Tuscany? We both need to get away."

"I'm pretty sure I'm only allowed vacation until I'm confirmed."

Dean put on a black hoodie before sending a text to John to meet him in the carpark in ten minutes. Ten seconds later, his partner replied with a simple "okay".

"Dean?"

He looked up from his phone and found Roman biting his lips. "Yeah?"

"I need to know… your job wouldn't require you to you know ummm… lead another life, right? Like move to another state or something?"

"No… at least not that I'm aware of." He sat down beside Roman and held his hand. "If it ever came down to that, I'd turn it down."

"But your job… this is what you worked for."

"Yeah but I'm sure I can find something else to do. I do have investments in other banks overseas."

"Dean, this is everything you've dreamt of."

"You are everything I've dreamt of."

"No. No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

Dean gave him a look. Why was Roman being so strange? Dean's biggest fear was losing Roman to a job. "Roman, don't you think I'd know myself better?"

"That's not the point."

"What is the point then?"

"That you had this life planned and I ruined it. Or will ruin it if there is an assignment and you'd have to turn it down because of me."

"Well I'll just have to work my way around it. Maybe I'll be a traffic police."

"Dean-"

"This conversation is over. Any other question besides this?"

Roman stared at him and shook his head sadly. "No," he replied.

Dean kissed his forehead. "I don't ever want to hear you say that you ruined my life. You are the best thing I have in it."

His phone buzzed; John was on his way down.

"Stay safe," Roman told him.

Dean flashed him a cocky grin. "I always do."

Hedge Warehouse was the home to gym equipments and supplements from various brands. It had six levels and a huge loading bay. Surrounded by huge crates and trucks, Dean found himself crouching down behind a Muscle Pharm truck with John.

The tip off was proven to be true as Dean watched Adam stepped out of a Bentley. "What the hell…" John muttered. "It's your boyfriend."

Dean gave him an evil eye. "John, you really wanna be knocked out, don't you?"

Adam was talking to a man - wearing a suit carrying a leather briefcase - before they shook hands. Dean could not hear anything and if he got any closer, they'd both be spotted. How was he supposed to get Adam at this rate?

"I couldn't find any information on him," Dean reported to the Captain as he wiped his wet hair. Roman was sound asleep and Dean did not plan on waking him up anytime soon. He had to report to work in the morning at eight.

He glanced at the digital clock on the bedside. Two in the morning.

"Then I'm going to need you to date him," Captain replied.

"What? I can't date him!" Dean protested. Roman began to stir. Fuck, Dean thought.

"Yes, you can. I need your head in this game, Dean," Captain said. "You're one of the best I have on the team and this case has your name on it. Put your personal feelings aside; you have a job to do."

Roman was wide awake now and Dean didn't know how he was going to explain this to him.

"Do you understand me?" Captain was barking over the phone.

A/N I apologise for the delay in update. My dad's been ill and I've been busy helping out. Plus new semester for school has started. Please bear with me.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next chapter for this and Vermillion will be up tomorrow followed by Payback. Hope all is well for you guys! Thank you for the favorite/follows/reviews!