Thirteen

Warning: the next few chapters will be intense from the relationship to the crime.

"I'm into the business of human sexuality."

Dean gave him a look. "So you're a prostitute."

Damien laughed. "No," he replied.

"A pimp."

He came near Dean and brought his hand to his lips and kissed it. "Sort of." He brushed his lips against Dean's. "Listen, Jon. I want you badly."

"Do you?" Dean teased."How bad?"

He took Dean's hand and placed it over his clothed erection. "That bad."

Dean's eyes flickered up and down to his eyes and lips. He leaned in as he wanted to kiss and then smirked. "Maybe another time."

"Dean told me that you guys used to be in SWAT," Roman said to John as they were watching a documentary on UFO sightings on the Discovery Channel in John's room.

"Yeah," John replied as he sipped his bottle of Miller Lite. "Three years of our lives were spent there."

Roman rubbed his hands on his thighs. "I feel so bad for him."

"Oh. He told you about Zack."

"That was his name?"

"Yeah. Dean was devastated after that. I'm not sure how much he told you."

"Not much aside the fact he was killed by a drug lord."

"He was. They had planned to get a new home, settle down…"

"Dean must have really loved him," Roman remarked.

John shook his head. "Not really. He was just being practical. I'm sure you know he's the sort who thinks things through before making a decision. This was one of them."

"But you said he was devastated. Surely he loved the man."

"And he did. As a brother. It's hard to explain. All I know is he has not loved anyone the way he loves you. Dwayne can back me up on this."

Roman hadn't known that Dean had never loved anyone before. "I'm humbled," he replied.

"That's why I'm worried about him doing this job. He doesn't seem know how to work undercover while being in love. Captain's been calling me asking me for updates and I have none to give him. Dean's the best in the department. But now..."

But now that he was in love with Roman, he couldn't do the job without worrying about Roman's feelings.

That was the only plausible explanation.

Dean returned back to his room, his mind working out his next step. Roman came out of the shower just as he was removing his shoes wearing just a towel around his waist. He seemed to be unaware of his presence in the room.

He moved swiftly behind the chef and removed his towel. Roman turned around, fright evident on his handsome face. Dean instinctively hugged him. "Sorry babe. I didn't mean to give you a fright."

"Thanks for sending John just now," his boyfriend said. "He was so persistent."

"You don't have to thank me. It's my duty to protect you."

"And other people too."

"Well yeah. But I have a feeling you mean something else when you tell me that."

"Dean, John's umm… worried."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What about?"

"You… this whole assignment. You seemed to be unfocused. And I can't help but wonder if it's because of me."

Now he was perplexed. "What?"

"Well, you can't be working undercover while worrying about me," Roman explained. "Maybe we should take some time apart while you work on this mission?"

No. He was no longer perplexed. Now he was angry. "I'd throw my badge in than break up with you, Roman."

"Well it's more of me giving you space."

"I don't give a damn what you want to call it. I'm going to kill John!" Dean started to storm to the front door when Roman held him back. "Let me go, Roman!"

"Dean, please listen to reason."

"No, Roman. Don't tell me what to do. You know where I stand on this."

"I know but this is something you took an oath for: to serve and to protect."

He smiled with insincerity. "Well, I've got news for you, Roman. Oaths can be broken. They get broken all the time."

"Dean, I refuse to believe you're the sort."

"Well, Roman, you thought wrong; I am the sort. When it is necessary, you can bet your pretty face I will break it."

"Please, Dean."

"Save it. I'm quitting tomorrow. But first I'm going to punch John in the nose."

"He has a point. Why can't you see that?"

Dean lost it then. "Why can't you see how much you mean to me? Of course I'm going to worry about your feelings. What? Did you think I'd just sleep with the guy because he asked me to?"

Roman bit his lip. "I asked you to, Dean. And you did."

"That's different. Since you came into my life, everything's been different. And I wanted to sleep with you. You didn't even have to ask."

"Look, just see it from John's point of view. Please?"

"Nope." Dean crossed his arms. "Anything else?"

"I can't believe how headstrong you are."

"Yeah. We all learn something new every day."

His boyfriend took a deep breath. "Then you leave me no choice. I'm breaking up with you, Dean. I'm leaving you."

His jaw dropped. He could not believe what he had just heard. "What? Are you serious? Just because of… you're unbelievable."

"I'm unbelievable?" Roman repeated. "You're being obstinate. You're not even listening to reason."

"What reason?" Dean repeated. "I told you why and you refused to see it from my point of view."

"And you refused to see it from mine. How do you think a citizen would feel, Dean? This is serious business and I'm trying to make it easy for you. You're the best guy they've got and you're not concentrating."

"Then we're done. You can go. Thanks for showing me how ridiculous love is." Dean opened the door, leaving the room with a broken heart then.

Roman sat down on the bed in the room with a broken heart as well.

He could not believe what had transpired. Dean and him were over. The reasons were just floating about his head yet he couldn't seemed to piece them all together.

There was a knock on the door. Maybe it was Dean, he thought as he swung the door open only to find John there with Dwayne. "Hey," John said. "We were wondering if we could sneak Dean and you out for a double date?"

Roman sniffled. "Dean's not here. We're umm… we broke up."

Both men looked at him shocked before they forced their way in and shut the door. "John," Dwayne said. "You call Dean. Find out where he is."

"I'm on it," John said as he walked to the bathroom.

"Alright, Uce. What happened? You guys are crazy in love."

"I asked him for the breakup. It had to be done, Dwayne," Roman explained. "John said that he wasn't in the game for this assignment. I offered to give him space till it was over and he was talking about throwing in his badge-"

"Roman, trust me. I know Dean very well. He's quite headstrong but he means well. Probably comes from the fact that his parents were always trying to tell him what to do all his life. And maybe when you - someone who comes first above all in his life - told him what to do, he reacted the only way he knew how to protect the relationship."

"But he shouldn't want to quit the force."

"Uce, it's his first time being in love. He doesn't know how to balance both."

"Which is why I offered him space."

John walked in then. "He's not picking up his phone."

"Alright. You and I are going out to look for him." Dwayne looked at him. "Not you. You stay here. It's stupid to break up over something like this. Let Dean do what he wants, Roman. If he thinks his career isn't important-"

"But it is to him, Dwayne. You should see how passionate he is whenever he speaks about it."

"That may be true but he's probably decided there are other areas in life that are far more important to him. Namely you." He patted Roman on his shoulder. "You wait here, alright?"

Roman nodded.

This whole thing was his fault. He thought he had been doing the right thing but clearly he was not. Taking out his phone, he called Dean but it went straight to his voicemail.

Oh Dean, where are you?

"Here's your JD."

Dean handed him some notes and sipped his Jack Daniel's with Coke. Was this what it was like to have a heartbreak? This sucked. Love sucked. He wished he had never experienced and been a tool like how his father was.

What the hell was Roman's problem and why was he so damn adamant about Dean and his damn assignment?

He placed his glass back down. Oh he was going to give Roman a piece of his mind. How dare he tell Dean what to do when it came down to their relationship? All he wanted was to take good care of him and that was a bad thing? He was pretty sure that other men would have been thrilled.

Oh but not Roman. He had to try to have morals and even be a damn good citizen.

He gritted his teeth and left the bar, hailing a taxi back to the hotel. Inside the taxi, he made mental notes on how to approach the subject but damn if he wasn't sore. He sent a text to Dwayne and John not to worry and that he was on his way back.

Dwayne replied almost immediately that Roman was back at the hotel room waiting for him.

Oh he was waiting now, was he?

Upon reaching the suite, he made his way to the bedroom and slammed the door, making Roman who had been sleeping on the bed, wake up with a start. "Dean! You're back!"

He feigned a nonchalant look. "Oh. Happy to see me? What are you still doing here, Roman? I said you could go."

"Dean-"

"Well? Take your things and go."

"I was worried about you!"

"You don't have to worry, Roman. I saw Damien at the lobby when I left this suite and we went to his room. Want to know what we did?"

His boyfriend looked stricken. "I'd rather not."

"Oh but I'll tell you since you were so damn insistent that I concentrate-"

"I didn't meant for you to do that!"

"You didn't? Oh. You should have been specific before I fucked him. And damn was he good in bed. Felt so right in my arms too."

"You… you…"

"I what? You have a problem with that? We're not together so you don't get to tell me what to do, Roman Reigns."

The raven haired man looked hurt. "Dean, I have to explain why-"

"Nope. Not interested."

"You're doing it again, Dean. You're still being so obstinate."

"Well, it's not your problem anymore, is it, Roman?"

When Roman remained silent, Dean pushed him on the bed lightly with the intention to kiss him till he panted and stop being stubborn.

But Roman thought otherwise. "Dean," he stammered, fear in his eyes as he edged up further on the bed. "Please don't."

"Don't what?" Then he remembered about Roman's past. "I'm not going to hurt you but how dare you, Roman? How dare you think breaking up with me is the solution? I fucking love you. If you asked me to give up anything for you, I would. But don't tell me that my job is more important to me than you because it's not."

His boyfriend sat up slowly. "I… I know. Dwayne explained to me. But please, Dean. Don't quit the force. I know what it's like to give up your dreams for someone. It's a sucky feeling."

That he couldn't promise Roman. He ran a hand through his hair before sitting down beside him. "Damn it, Roman."There was silence between them and Dean hated it. He reached for Roman's hand and squeezed it. "I didn't sleep with him. I didn't even see him. It was stupid but I said it out of hurt. I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me."

"Of course I do but where were you then?"

"At a bar downtown. I couldn't even finish my drink because my thoughts kept coming back to you."

"I'm sorry. Forgive me too?"

"Always." Dean kissed him on his forehead. "Do you realised that we had our first fight?"

He felt relieved when Roman chuckled. "Yeah. You're right."

"And you know what happens after a fight, right? I want to have make up sex."

"Okay."

"On this bed right now."

"What a shame. The jacuzzi looks tempting."

"Even better. Oh and I want you to top."

His boyfriend grinned. "As you wish."

He kissed Roman who was smiling against his lips. He loved this man with a passion that scared even himself but damn it, for Roman, Dean would give up anything and everything.

When morning came about, Dean yawned and felt someone's arms around him. Oh. Roman. He glanced at the clock. Nine thirty. Why wasn't his boyfriend at work? "Babe?" he called, kissing his face all over. "Wake up. I think you've overslept."

"Mmm…" Roman started to stir. "I have the day off today and tomorrow."

"Really?" This was good, he thought as he continued to kiss Roman's eyes, nose and cheeks. His boyfriend's eyes flew opened and he found himself lost in those beautiful brown eyes of his. "You've got beautiful eyes."

"N-no."

"Yeah, you do," he murmured as he leaned over to kiss him. "You fucking do."

The kissing started to intensify not long after and when Dean was about to settle down between his boyfriend's legs, his cell phone rang interrupting the moment. He groaned and jumped off the bed to retrieve the phone from his pair of jeans lying on the floor. "Hello?" he answered.

"Dean?" John said. "Your "boyfriend" is looking for you at the summit room."

Fuck. Dean cursed Damien to hell a thousand times over. He missed spending time with Roman. Now he had to go down and play a role he hated. "I'll be down," the auburn haired cop grumbled.

"Great," his partner chirped.

Dean pressed the red button and scowled.

"Damien?" Roman guessed.

"What do you think?"

"It'll be over before you know it."

"No. Dude withholds a lot of information. Keeps bugging me for sex. I'm this close to kicking his ass!"

"I'm okay with a handjob or blowjob," Roman said softly.

His blue eyes widened. "What?"

"I mean if he keeps pushing you for it-"

"Roman-"

"Please, Dean. It's bigger than you and me."

"Jon," Damien greeted him with a soft kiss on his lips. "I've got a surprise for you! I'm bringing you out. For the whole day. I took some time off."

Dean smiled. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I wanted to prove to you that I… look Jon, I really like you. I want to show you that I'm different."

He didn't know what to make of it. The man sounded sincere but he was a damn criminal. "I can't wait. When are we leaving?"

"Now."

Dean frowned. "What do you mean now? You can't just drag me-"

"We don't need to bring anything. Please. Just trust me on this."

He must have been joking. Trust him? A criminal? He'd rather cross a road blindfolded than to trust him. "Fine."

The thing that took him off guard was the man's gaze. He was looking at him tenderly. As if Dean was the best thing in the world. "Great. Let's go." The blue eyed man had no choice but to follow behind him.

Roman showered and changed into a grey plain t-shirt and blue denim jeans before letting his hair down in loose waves. He smiled at his reflection. Dean and him were okay - even though he grumbled about the handjob thing - and he couldn't wait till this whole assignment of his was done with.

It would be nice if they could get away for just a weekend. Maybe a staycation?

He figured he might as well go to Burt's Books to read a book and have a hot chocolate. That'd be nice too. As he walked out of the lobby, he made his way to the second parking lot which had a shortcut to town.

Unfortunately that lot was fairly abandoned and there seemed to be no one - or car - in sight. One of his shoelaces came undone and he bent down to tie them. He stood up and he felt goosebumps on the back of his head.

"Hello," he heard Adam's cool voice.

Roman turned around and found the black haired man smiling at him coolly. "Such a nice day out for a stroll, huh?" the man continued. "Fuck me. You really can bring us money with those looks of yours."

"Leave me alone." Roman started to walk briskly.

"What's the matter, Roman? You have nothing to be afraid of. I just want to talk."

"No, you don't." He quickened his pace but then was spun around before he felt a cloth over his nose. He struggled and elbowed Adam before collapsing on the floor, gasping. He felt the cloth cover over him again as he tried to move fast.

"You're not going anywhere," his rapist sneered. Suddenly Adam was halfway thrown a few feet away from him. "Son of a bitch. You!"

Roman rolled over and found Dean kicking Adam in his abs. Adam tried to stand up a few times but Dean applied a pressure to his neck and he passed out within seconds, collapsing on the floor.

John ran up to him then. "I'll get rid of him. I have the footage…"

He struggled to stay awake as he watched Dwayne assist John to carry Adam away. A worried looking Dean knelt beside him then. "I'm going to bring you to a hospital, alright?"

"D-eeeaa"

Darkness overcame him then.

Roman found Dean sitting beside him when he came about. His boyfriend's eyes were red rimmed and his nose looked suspiciously red too. Dean's eyes were on the television showing an Eddie Murphy movie but Roman could tell he wasn't concentrating on it. His left fingers were drumming on his bottom lip.

He reached his hand out and squeezed his boyfriend's. Dean immediately looked at him and leaned over to kiss his forehead. "Hey," he greeted the auburn haired man.

"Hey."

"I didn't think you'd find me."

"I was supposed to be out with Damien," Dean explained, "but he had to leave for a meeting that was pushed forward. So I thought Dwayne, John and us could spend a day out together. I went to the room and you weren't there so I asked the reception and they told me the direction you were going."

"I'm so glad you reached me on time."

Dean shook his head, his face lined with disappointment. "I was late."

"Don't say that," Roman assured him. "You were there and that's all that matters."

"I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to you, Roman."

"Dean, I'm fine." He squeezed his boyfriend's hand again. "You have to be strong."

"But I'm not. When it comes to you, I'm not. Roman, you're going to be disappointed in me."

"What?" Roman was puzzled now. "Why? Dean, you could never disappoint me."

"Well, this will be a first then. I turned my badge in while you were being transported here. I quitted the force."

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