Twelve

"Yes."

Dean frowned at him before he started to ravage his mouth. Their bodies moulded together as Dean planted hot kisses on his face and neck.

"I want you, Roman," he growled.

Roman was just as turned on, Dean thought as he pulled down his boxers and cupped his boyfriend's erection.

"I… I want you too," the chef gasped.

"Mmmm…" the auburn haired man said. "I don't think tonight's the night though."

"Why?" Roman whined.

"Well you've got work early tomorrow and I decided you can wait."

He was aching for Roman though but he was enjoying this game too much. Roman was clearly not; he pulled Dean down to him, their lips clashing together again.

Dean felt Roman trying to unbutton his shirt. "Slow down," he whispered into Roman's ear.

"No."

He threw his shirt aside and started to grind against Roman's length. "Dean…" he moaned.

He stopped what he was doing and kissed his boyfriend softly. "I love you, silly."

Roman looked at him. "Ditto."

"Ditto? That's a first from you. I wanna hear you say it."

"Say what?"

Dean tugged his hair. "Say I love you."

"I don't think so."

He pulled Roman's erection. "Sure about that?"

A hiss. "Yes."

"Is that your final answer?"

"Yes?"

Dean shrugged and got off the bed. "I'm taking the couch to-"

"Don't you dare!" Roman grabbed him by his wrist and hauled him back into bed, furiously kissing him now.

The auburn haired cop hooked his arms around his neck, feverishly returning his kiss. Dean felt elevated. "Love me, Roman," he murmured. "Love me."

His boyfriend kissed his lips and for some reason, there was a desperate plea in him to hear Roman's declaration as they made love.

It didn't come.

When his alarm went off the next morning, Roman woke up and gave Dean a kiss on his cheek before he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and shower. When he came out to the bedroom, Dean was stirring awake.

Roman got dressed and walked over to the bed with the intention to kiss him before he left for work. "Have a great day," he said softly before he leaned down to claim Dean's lips. His boyfriend turned his head so Roman only managed to kiss his cheek. He was puzzled. "Dean, is everything okay?"

"Oh yeah," came Dean's reply; he sounded bitter. "Peachy."

"You didn't like last night?"

"What was there to like about last night?"

Ouch. That hurt. "But you didn't say anything-"

"Well, Roman, I think you need to refresh your memory. I did; you didn't."

He had a feeling they weren't talking about the same thing. "Honestly, Dean. What's got you so upset?"

"So you don't love me, do you? That's fine, Roman Reigns. I'm quite capable of handling unrequited love. You underestimated me."

Roman laughed. Oh. He was talking about that."That's what you're unhappy about? Dean, you should know by now how much I love you."

"Bullshit. Spare me the consolation and just be on your way to work." Dean rolled over to face the other side.

Roman glanced at the clock. He still had about thirty minutes to go before work started. So he pushed Dean to lay flat and straddled him. "Get off me," Dean gritted.

He smiled widely. "No. I think I like you like this."

"Roman Reigns, get off me this very second before I throw you off."

"You wouldn't."

Dean narrowed his eyes. "And why the hell not?"

"Because you love me," Roman answered matter of factly.

"No, I don't."

"Yes you do and guess what?" He lowered his body and whispered in Dean's ear, "I love you, silly."

He was then pulled to face Dean unexpectedly and their lips met, kissing one another hungrily. Dean's fingers were entangled in strands of his hair as his tongue thrusted into Roman's mouth, deepening their kiss. The Samoan could feel himself getting harder so he pulled away.

"Sorry, Dean," he apologised. "I'll end up making love to you at this rate."

Dean shook his head. "Wow. That's sad that you don't want sex. There are health benefits to having a quickie, Roman."

He was puzzled. "There are?"

"Yep. Having an orgasm every day actually lowers your risk having prostate cancer."

"Oh." He had to go research that. It sounded too good to be true.

"Exactly. So by us sleeping together, you're doing both of us a favor. So take those your pants of yours off and let's get it on."

"But-"

"Pants off… now."

Dean stared across the table in the Summit Room during breakfast at Damien who was chewing on a croissant while reading The Wall Street Journal. "Slow news day," the crime boss remarked before he sipped his espresso.

"Hmmm… I don't particularly care either," Dean remarked dryly.

Damien laughed. "Oh Jon. That was funny."

"I mean it. I don't care for news. It's a waste of my time. I have people to read it up for me."

"I like the way you think, Jon. I really do."

Dean's eyes caught Roman walking up to the buffet table to replenish the muffins. Memories of their morning sex came to mind and he knew he wanted to take Roman in his arms again tonight. The auburn haired man had a hard time resisting him.

"Why do you like to look at him?" Damien asked, interrupting Dean's thoughts.

Shit. "He looks familiar," he lied easily. "I think I saw who looks like him while I was vacationing in Hawaii before."

"Oh. Was it a local you banged?"

"Yep. Before I met my other half. It's not him but they look similar to one another."

Damien moved to the seat next to Dean's and kissed him on his lips. "Stop thinking about that man either," he mumbled against Dean's lips. "I'm right here and I want you."

"Nice try but no," Dean said as he moved away and picked up his glass of orange juice. "I'm not interested in sleeping with anyone except my partner."

"But he's not here."

"So?"

"So…" He put his hands on Dean's right thigh. "I know how to make the ache go away, Jon."

"What a coincidence. So do I. It's called video sex. I jerk off to him. Anything else? Look, Damien. You're a nice guy but you come on too strong and I don't appreciate that."

Damien had the good sense to look embarrassed. "Fine. I was just trying my luck." He drummed his fingers on the table. "I have to go to a meeting and I won't be back till dinner. I'll meet you at the lobby at six thirty?"

"That sounds fine."

He kissed Dean once more before he excused himself. This man was impossible. Dean hoped Roman hadn't seen what had just happened. The Samoan may have been okay with Dean going undercover but he still wanted to protect his feelings too.

But Roman had seen it as Dean would discover later when he dropped by the suite to pick up a book to read during his break time from the room. He was trying hard not to look at Dean in the eyes as he answered some questions.

"Roman?" He grabbed his boyfriend by the jaw and gave him a peck. "I told you it wouldn't be easy," he said gently.

"I know. It's just his hand was on your thigh-"

"Wait. You saw that?"

"I was turning around to head back to the staff entrance. I promise you that I wasn't actively seeking you out."

"Yeah he was being persistent and I shot him down. Well, not literally. Yet."

His boyfriend bit his lip. "You've shot people down before?"

"Yep. When I was working for SWAT. Both John and me were from SWAT. We decided to join the force after three years."

"Why?"

"For John, it was because Dwayne had retired so he wanted something less strenuous. For me, I had lost my late boyfriend on duty so I decided it was time to do something else. Turns out that there are far more wackos when you're doing detective work."

Roman sat down on the bed. "Your boyfriend died?"

"Yep. He was shot by a drug lord who had been wanted by Interpol for years. I managed to wound the asshole. He's been put away for life now."

"Dean, I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

"Because I never told anyone. Well, Dwayne and John knew and obviously the guys on the team but my parents hadn't. Neither did Cesaro, Finn and Sami."

"Was this before Seth?"

"Way before Seth. We trained together, John, him and me. Was my longest relationship to date." He shook his head. "How did we get to this topic again?"

"I asked you if you ever shot people down."

"Right." He held Roman's hand. "So I'd stop worrying and start thinking of ways you want me to take you tonight."

His boyfriend grinned. "I have some ideas in mind."

"Roman, great job for the desserts you prepared for the BMG Group just now."

Roman looked up from the Banquet Event Order he was reading for a wedding event next weekend in Chris' office. "Thanks, Chris."

Chris smiled as he sat down on his chair. "No problem. That wedding event order you're looking at is a high profile one. I'm going to pair you with Rusev for this."

"I'm humbled, Chris. Thanks again."

"Hey, no worries. You deserve it. I've been getting lots of compliments about your stuff."

As Chris started to open his file to begin typing a new menu, Roman went about to work on the clafouti for this evening's cocktail. He preheat the oven before retrieving the ingredients he needed.

He combined some milk, sugar, flour, eggs, vanilla and salt into a blender and begin to blend it. As the mixture was being processed, his thoughts turned to his boyfriend. Dean was an ex-SWAT member.

Dean also had his share of sadness.

Roman's heart ached for him. It wasn't easy seeing a loved one killed especially if it happened in front of one's eyes. Maybe that's why Dean hadn't said he loved anyone, he thought as he lightly buttered an eight cup baking dish.

He remembered Dean saying he hadn't said he loved anyone before. Was it possible he was scarred by what had happened? It had to be. He stopped the blending and poured a quarter inch of the mixture over the bottom of the baking dish and set the remainder of the batter aside.

"Roman, Front Desk called," Chris announced from the office. "That Mr Black wants to see you again. Same place."

Roman's heart pounded. "I'm working on my-"

"I'll finish it.

He took out his phone as he walked towards that direction and called Dean who answered on the third ring. "Roman?"

"Dean, he wants to see me again." He felt like a baby asking Dean but there was an irrational fear he had when he saw the man in front of him.

"Alright. Where?" his boyfriend asked calmly.

"The same place."

"I'll send John down."

When Roman reached the lounge, Adam was in a good mood and gave Roman a look over. "You know I really need to get you out of that uniform."

"That's highly inappropriate and I can report you."

"Oh? Can you?" Adam took a step closer to him. "I'd like to see you try. You didn't put up a fight then and you won't this time either."

"Hey!" Roman turned his head towards the direction of that voice and found John walking towards them with a huge smile spread on his face. "Yo! It's the chef! Dude, I love your croissants!" He looked at Adam. "Hey, don't I know you?"

Adam looked bored. "I don't think so."

"Yeah. You're right. I only remember people of importance." He looked back at Roman. "You've got to give me your recipe, man. My personal chef can whip that for me when I fly back home."

Roman smiled. "It's a secret."

"Naw… why do all chefs say that? Cruel. Cruel, cruel, cruel."

"Because if we gave them away, we'd be unemployed."

"I'd employ you."

"That's very kind of you but I'm afraid I'll have to decline."

John smirked suddenly. "He's gone now, Roman."

Roman sighed in relief. "Thanks."

"Dean would have come down himself but if it was him who kept turning up, suspicions would be raised," John explained. "So I hope you don't think he didn't want to help you. I've known the guy for a long time. I'm sure it took a lot for him to restrain himself to come down and pummel this arrogant asshole. Anyways next time I'll have you wired so that we can tape him talking and arrest him."

"Isn't that dangerous? He's good friends with the guy Dean's dating and if word is out that Adam is arrested because of me, they'll be looking at Dean."

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"Well because Jon Moxley is dating Damien. Dean is dating you. There's a difference, Roman. Don't get confused and lose track of reality."

"Won't Dean?"

"Nah. I don't know what you've done to him but his head is not in the game. He's not too keen on this assignment and it's worrying me."

That worried Roman too. He had told Dean he was okay with him doing the job. He was still apprehensive about it apparently. Dean, you sap you, he thought. It isn't easy for you too.

"I'll see you later, okay?" John said.

"Okay sure."

Damien chose a restaurant by the beach that served fresh seafood that night. It was a nice restaurant but it was with the wrong man, he thought as he sipped on his Riesling watching the tide roll in. The crime boss was whining about how boring meetings were and how he wanted to pack up and start anew in a country like France or Italy.

Dean played the good date, nodding and offering suggestions at appropriate times.

"What does your boyfriend do for a living?" Damien suddenly asked.

"He doesn't work. I do. He's my trophy to show. And love of course."

"Wow. I don't believe in love though. Lust, yes. Love, no. Love is too fickle. Lust isn't."

"That's cool if that's your kind of thing."

"I think it's a miracle you and your boyfriend can be together despite you traveling about."

"Well that's what love is. You let one another live your lives freely without holding them down. You support their dreams, their goals and help them achieve it."

"You keep talking like that and I'll fall for you."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Didn't you just tell me that you believe in lust? Anything to get into my pants, right?"

Damien laughed as he put his fork down. "You're good."

You have no idea, Dean thought.

They took a stroll down by the shore after their meal. This was starting to frustrate Dean. Maybe it was because the man hadn't said much about his life. He was going nowhere with this mission. "So what do you do, Damien? I know you're here to expand your network."

Damien smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Of course."

Damien pulled him into his arms and kissed him. Dean was honestly revolted as he started to kiss him back and just wanted to knee him in between his legs. They pulled apart after a bit. "I can't tell you."

Dean laughed. "That's hilarious, Damien. You keep making a pass at me but yet you can't even answer a simple question. How can I sleep with a man who can't even tell me what he does for a living? I won't judge you on what kind of business you run but it's clear to me that you don't trust me."

The man known as Big Boss seemed to be deep in thought. Dean stared out at the water. He hoped that what he had said worked. After what felt like an hour, he heard a defeated sigh. "That's fair, Jon," Damien replied. "Okay. I'll tell you what I do for a living."

A/N Dun dun dun… think good ol Damien will reveal all? Let me know your thoughts :-) Thank you for your favorites/follows/reviews. I appreciate it.