Twenty

Dean had a nice butt on him.

As he admired his boyfriend sleeping on his left side later that night, Roman lightly traced the outline of his body.

His own body shook with desire, wanting nothing more than to make love to him slowly. Gently, he trailed a line of kisses on the scruffy cop's arm down to his fingers.

Still, Dean slept without even a sigh.

Roman pressed his lips softly against his, moving at a painfully slow pace to get him to return the affection.

Nothing.

Dean merely turned to his other side, rolling away from him. He seemed to be mumbling something in his sleep.

Upon leaning closer, he heard Zack's name rolling off his tongue.

Zack?

Dean was dreaming about him? He bit his lip before he laid down beside his boyfriend. Curling his arm around Dean's stomach, he kissed his shoulder.

His boyfriend squirmed.

Dread began to fill him. Surely Dean didn't have reminiscence of his love for the brunette.

"Why, Zack?" Dean said. "Why? I loved you-" He abruptly started snoring, leaving his sentence incomplete.

Roman sat up slowly and looked over at his auburn haired boyfriend's sleeping form.

Maybe Dean wasn't over Zack as he'd like to think.

Breakfast was a quiet one between Roman and him. In fact, it left Dean wondering if his boyfriend's confrontation with his deluded "late" boyfriend had left him feeling shaken.

Roman was avoiding eye contact with him. And he seemed to be eating his cereal in a hurry.

"Slow down, babe," Dean said. "You'll choke yourself."

He stopped shoving the cereal in his mouth and took his bowl to the sink.

"Roman, are you alright?" the auburn haired cop asked softly.

Roman merely nodded as he threw the remainder of his meal into the kitchen trash can and started washing the China bowl.

Then he wiped his hands with the towel before heading straight for the front door. What the heck was going on? It was as if Roman wanted to run away from him.

"Roman!"

His boyfriend stopped mid step.

Dean spun him around to face him. "What's wrong? You've been so quiet since you woke up and now you're leaving home without so much as a bye or a kiss?"

"I'm late for work," came his boyfriend's feeble lie.

A glance at the wall clock told him otherwise. "No, you're not."

"I'll be home late tonight," Roman informed him stiffly. "Don't wait for me."

"Of course I'll wait up for you. Zack's-"

"I'll be with Jason. You don't have to worry."

That didn't sit too well with him. Jason? His ex boyfriend? "You're meeting Jason?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you were mad at him."

"You thought wrong."

Roman didn't seem to want to wait for him to reply. "Oh no you don't, Roman. Something's bothering you and I want to know what it is right now," he instructed in a tone he usually reserved for work; the tone he knew that always intimidated his boyfriend.

Roman's hands were fidgeting now.

"Did something happened after I left yesterday?" he pressed.

"No," Roman replied.

"Well, that's out. You were fine during dinner and before bed… did something happened during bed?"

His boyfriend's eyes were now on the floor. So something had happened.

"Roman, I think I deserve to know."

"You… you were calling out Zack's name in bed."

Okay. That Dean hadn't been expecting. "I was?"

"I don't know where I stand with you-"

"Obviously you stand with me, beside me. You're my boyfriend, Roman. And honestly you've lost it if you think I'd want to be with a criminal."

"You loved that criminal."

"Did you hear me say that?"

A pause. "Yes."

"Yes I did loved Zack, as deeply as a brother. I enjoyed having sex with him. But that's as far as it went. It hurts me till now that he didn't even care about me, that he was jealous of me instead."

"Dean…"

"You're the only one I've ever loved, Roman. I've told you that before. Stop worrying your pretty head about my feelings for him. As far as I'm concerned, he's waiting for an arrest." He walked over to Roman. "You are waiting for a punishment."

His boyfriend gulped. "Punishment?"

"Oh yeah. I'll be handing it out tonight." He crossed his arms. "You know after your outing with Jason."

"I… uh… lied about that."

"Did you now?"

"I just wanted to avoid coming home early."

Dean gave him a long kiss. "Well, now you'll have a reason to do otherwise."

"But I don't want to be punished."

"You have no choice but to accept it."

His boyfriend's eyes widened.

Roman was not going to be the only new employee in the pastry department as he discovered later when he reached work.

A new staff named TJ Perkins had joined their team. Chris asked them to help him settle in.

Rusev didn't like him. He grumbled under his breath about having to go along with newbies before Roman reminded playfully that he was a new hire too.

"But you weren't as awkward as he is," remarked the Bulgarian. "Look at him. He doesn't even know how to whisk."

Roman followed his colleague's gaze. TJ was staring at the whisk with a curious look.

"Why did Chris accept him?" Rusev asked.

"Maybe he has the attitude to keep learning."

"Maybe."

Roman walked over to TJ. Perhaps a guiding hand would steer him in the right direction… "Hi," he said. "Do you need some help?"

TJ did a double take at him. "Wow."

"Wow?"

"You're gorgeous."

He wasn't expecting that. "Thank you. Ummm would you like some help with your whisking?"

"No. I'll be fine. I'm surprised that they're using a stainless steel whisk. The ones I used in Germany had wooden ones."

"Chris said it's for hygiene purposes."

"Oh." He whisked the cake batter. "So I apologise if I'm asking something that's crossing a line but I think you're drop dead gorgeous. Would you like to go out for some drinks after work?"

"That's awfully kind of you but I have a boyfriend."

"You do? Is he a chef too?"

"No. Dean's a cop."

"Lucky you having a boyfriend with cuffs."

Memories of the night Dean handcuffed him came rushing back to him and he found himself blushing. "So… what about you?"

"I don't have a boyfriend. Sure you don't want to have that drink? It doesn't have to be just us. We can get the rest of the guys to join us."

It seemed harmless. Plus TJ looked like a nice guy. He'd just have to let Dean know that he'd really be home late.

"Okay," he agreed. "Sounds good."

Dean was not having a good day at work.

He knew it was wrong to shout at Captain Calaway early that afternoon but he was beyond reasoning. Even the Captain had been surprised at the latest development in the case. He denied knowing anything and even volunteered to have the whole team on the lookout for Zack.

"Dean, I understand that you're upset but-" Captain began but the blue eyed undercover cop was in no mood.

"But nothing, Captain," he snapped. "Your nephew's a total psycho."

"Well, I won't dispute with that."

"Now I have to worry that he's after Roman just because he thinks he's a good catch that people would be willing to pay for."

"I promise you that we'll have every man on the lookout."

"You better, Mark."

It was the first time Dean addressed him by his name but he was livid at this point. He had left the office, wanting nothing more than to literally wring Zack by his neck.

He received a text message from Roman telling him he'd be home late. His new colleague wanted to have drinks with everyone in the team.

Dean texted him back to inform him when he was leaving the bar. He could go back there and fetch him. As he drove home, he received news from Captain Calaway that he was given permission to arrest Zack.

Okay. Now they were heading in the right direction.

Something didn't feel right about Roman going off with this TJ guy. He switched on his phone and searched for the app.

Salt Bar and Grill was packed with people when the pastry team arrived. TJ insisted on ordering snacks too so they settled on beef sliders, fried calamari and smoked BBQ wings.

Roman discovered that TJ was just a friendly guy who got along with everyone except Rusev.

His Bulgarian friend kept giving him dirty looks which made Roman wonder if Rusev was being over sensitive.

"Roman, can you help me out with the drinks at the bar?" TJ asked.

"Sure," Roman agreed.

He followed TJ to the oak bar counter where a wide variety of different alcohol beverages were on display.

TJ placed orders for seven jugs of house pour beer. As he chatted with TJ about work, he felt a pair of eyes watching him.

His new colleague excused himself to go to the washroom.

Roman felt uncomfortable and turned to his right only to find Zack smiling at him. Roman's heart pounded. What was he doing here?

Zack crossed his arms and laughed. "Surprised to see me, Roman?"

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm here for you."

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Oh but you will. I believe you don't have a say in either because what you do will affect Dean."

Dean.

Roman didn't like where this was going. "What do you mean?"

"You're going to come with me, Roman or I'm coming for his parents… and you're going to break up with him because what you'll be doing, you won't be seeing him again."

"You're insane!"

"No. Just being practical."

"You're not going to get away with this."

"Oh but I will. Now move or it's their blood on your hands."

Roman felt cornered. He didn't know what to expect with Zack. Dean had implied he was dangerous and now with threats being made, who knew what else he'd do.

He reluctantly walked out with Zack out of the restaurant. There was no way he could turn his head to look back. If suspicions were raised, that might set Zack off and he did not want that.

Zack reached into his pocket and took out his cellphone. "Call him and end it. The last thing I want is him on our trail."

"I… I can't," Roman protested.

"You can't be that dense, Roman. I've already told you what the consequences of your refusal would mean."

"Dean won't believe me. He-"

"I don't care how you do it… just freaking do it!"

With trembling fingers, Roman pressed Dean's name on his phone and waited a while before it rang. His boyfriend answered on the fifth ring. "Babe? You done so soon?"

He couldn't do it. He couldn't say goodbye to Dean. He loved him with everything inside of him.

But if he did not abide Zack, Dean's life would be changed and not for the better. "I am done, Dean… with you."

There was a moment of silence before his boyfriend asked, "What?"

"I met someone, Dean and I like him… a lot. We had a moment and it was similar to how you and I had except this felt more real."

"Zack's with you now, isn't he?"

How did he know? Roman wanted to sigh in relief but he couldn't… at least not in front of the brown haired criminal mastermind.

"I just called to say thank you and good luck," Roman continued.

"Hang tight, Roman. I'll come find you."

Roman ended the phone call. Zack smirked. "Well he'll be too busy licking his wound and wiping his tears after that earth shattering news. Now let's go! I have a business to run."

Getting into the car, he bowed his head down, hoping Dean would reach him soon.

He was brought into a rundown mansion that looked like a haunted house. It had three levels and the interior looked posh.

Roman found it odd but as it was, he didn't dare say anything.

He was led then into a dingy room on the second floor.

The windows were shut and some parts of the wall were covered in filth with rotting wallpaper.

Zack gave him a look over. "Take your clothes off."

He shook his head. "No."

"Take your clothes off or you know what will happen."

Against his wishes, he stripped himself down to his boxers only.

"Your boxers too," the ex SWAT member demanded.

"But why?" Roman asked.

"Because you'll have clients visiting. You have to be naked to greet them."

"I won't do it."

"Then it's Dean's parents who will have to pay for your stubbornness. Make your choice."

After tugging down his boxers, instinctively he covered his private part, trying to shield himself from Zack's lustful gaze as he stepped closer to him.

Roman hated it. Memories of the previous times he was sexually assaulted or close enough to were coming back to him.

Fingers lightly ran on his neck, Adam's apple, to his pecs… "You are so gorgeous," Zack said, pressing a kiss to Roman's cheek. "Maybe I should have a preview of what you can offer, hmmm… although I'm sure Dean has had his share of it."

Roman felt himself wishing the earth would swallow this place and everyone in it. "You won't get away with this."

"Actually I have and I will," Zack disagreed. "You see, Roman, once I'm done with selling you off, I will be living my life in a remote island where I can retire in luxury. You will be used until your body has no more use for whoever that has bought you and Dean, well he'll move on. He may need some more therapy to get over your disappearance but he'll meet someone else and forget all about you in no time. Everyone wins."

Roman bit his lip. It was all he could do not to break down in front of the mastermind.

"Lie down on the bed," Zack instructed.

The Samoan chef gingerly sat down on the king sized bed with an iron bedpost. Once he had settled down, Zack started to unbutton his jeans.

The brunette's cellular had a beeping sound. He stared at it before chuckling. "Word gets around fast. Your first client is on his way."

He kissed Roman on his cheek again before claiming his mouth. The Samoan man pressed his lips tight, refusing to reciprocate.

"There's always other parts of your body," the ex SWAT officer said as he flicked tongue over his neck before holding his length in his hands. Roman jerked about wildly.

No! He would fight till the very end if he had to.

Zack stroked him. "It's okay… just pretend that it's Dean doing this to you. It'll be easier."

"Never!"

"Adam was right; you have a monster one, don't you?" He smirked. "You're going to come for me, Roman."

His mind was frantically reminding his body to not give in. That the hands on him were that of an intruder and not his loving boyfriend-

Once again, he wished he had listened to Dean. He wished he had held him a bit longer, kissed him a bit longer… He'd do anything to turn back time.

There was a knock on the door then. Zack grumbled and buttoned his jeans. Stalking towards the door, he opened it.

Roman saw a man wearing a grey suit. He had sunglasses on with a huge brown beard and unkempt moustache. "Wow. Look at him," the man breathed. "He's beautiful."

"Mr Goodman?" Zack said.

"That's me." Mr Goodman looked at Roman. "The things I would do to you. Trust me you won't be able to walk for a week after I fuck you."

Roman shivered upon hearing that.

He paid Zack some money before shooing the brunette out and closing the door behind him, leaving them both alone in the room.

This was it.

Roman's life would no longer be the same. He wasn't even sure if he would be able to call Dean his after tonight.

Mr Goodman sat down on the bed and leaned close to him. Roman closed his eyes.

"Relax, Roman," he whispered.

That voice.

Dean.

His eyes flew open and he found himself staring into Dean's blue eyes. He threw his arms around him and held him tight and started to sob.

"Ssshhh it's okay," Dean said quietly as he stroked his back. "I'm here."

"I was so scared you would believe me."

He held Roman at an arm's length. "Babe I need to touch you, okay? He'll probably be wondering why there's no sound coming from this room."

Roman nodded briskly. Dean was right. There was no telling what Zack was doing.

He sighed in contentment when Dean's lips came crashing over his. Roman kissed him back with whatever passion he could muster.

This was not exactly the kind of place he wanted to do anything in but considering it was his roguish boyfriend, it didn't matter.

All that mattered now was being in Dean's arms.

The only place where he belonged.

Dean kissed his neck before kissing his lips again, his tongue seeking entry into Roman's mouth.

He felt his erection being stroked and he tore his mouth away and moaned. His boyfriend continued touching him while planting kisses on his face.

Roman put his hand over his and made him go faster, wanting him to speed up his movement.

Dean got the hint and did just that. It wasn't long before Roman came then, moaning out loud with Dean whispering praises into his ear.

"Wow," he said loudly shortly after. "You sure fuck good."

The Samoan chef panted while staring at his boyfriend, wondering what he was up to.

Taking out a wet tissue from his pants, Dean wiped him clean before he bent down and picked up his clothes on the floor, handing it to him. Roman gratefully accepted, quickly putting them on while Dean readjusted his colored contact lenses.

He lunged for Dean once he was dressed, pecking his lips over and over in happiness.

Dean slowed him down by holding his head in place and kissing him before breaking it.

"How did you-"

"Later, babe. We need to get out of here first." He helped Roman to his feet and quickly hurried to open the door.

Zack strolled up to him with a huge smile. "How was it, Me Goodman?"

"I wanna buy him," Dean drawled. "Money is no issue."

The brunette looked surprised. "You made up your mind after one fuck?"

"He's really good in bed."

"It'll cost you. I mean others haven't arrived to try him out yet."

Even though he had been saved by Dean, Roman couldn't help but feel dread overcome him hearing those words.

It was as if he was a test dummy.

Dean shrugged carelessly. "Like I said, money's not an issue. State your price and I'll write the check."

Zack licked his lips. "One million."

"Okay."

Dean took out a checkbook and began to write on it. Meanwhile Roman could hardly believe it.

One million dollars? Zack was selling him for one million dollars?

He watched his boyfriend tear out the check and handed it over to Zack. Dean was giving away his hard earned money; Roman felt terrible.

"He's yours," Zack declared. "How did you get him to cooperate?"

"I'm a good lover. I have my ways." He turned to Roman. "Come along, you Neanderthal. I'm not done with you yet."

"I'm Samoan," Roman replied meekly.

"I don't care what you are. As of now, you're mine."

Zack was gloating at the sight in front of him.

Dean chuckled menacingly as he dragged Roman out the door, down the stairs into a white Mercedes-Benz.

Not a word was exchanged between them. So many questions were running through Roman's head, the most important being how did Dean know about Zack forcing him to break them up.

About thirty minutes later, the car drove past a huge mansion before stopping a good distance from the home. Dean got out and opened the door and walked with him towards the mansion. Why park the car so far, Roman wondered.

Dean had a lot more money than he had thought. That much was evident. He had three homes; at least Roman thought that this was his home.

The house had a good three storeys with a huge lawn all over. When he entered the living room, he was in awe of the design. There was a chandelier in the middle with two floating staircases leading to the second floor.

State of the art technologies and sound systems were evident with some contemporary art paintings were present.

He watched Dean press a security code before he sauntered over to him and was pulled by the undercover cop into his arms for a long kiss.

"How did you know?" Roman immediately asked.

"You gave me this," Dean explained as he took out the promise ring from his pocket. "You promised to love me and take care of me and you never take your promises lightly."

His heart melted when he heard those words. "Dean… I love you so much."

"I love you too. Zack's going to pay for this. And this time, I'm going to make him wish he was wearing a kevlar vest for our next meeting."

A/N That was a close one. Thank you for your favorites/follows/reviews. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. :-)