Twenty Five

Heavy breathing and soft moans filled the room.

Dean loved how Roman made love to him; loved his touches and words. Loved how he placed open mouthed kisses on him while praising him. This vacation was turning out to be enjoyable. So maybe they had clashed heads about his choice of handling Zack but this right here was what he was thinking of when he booked this hotel.

When Dean came, he screamed out Roman's name. Warm thick spurts of cum hit both their bellies. Roman shouted out, letting go into the condom he had been wearing. Dean pulled him down for a long kiss, letting him know how much he loved him.

"Another round?" Roman asked.

"Getting ahead of yourself there, darling?" Dean teased.

"You love it."

"Well, there's no point denying it." Dean pulled him down again to kiss him. "Did you enjoy your mini prom?"

"I did. Thank you, Dean. You didn't have to."

"Of course, I did. Prom is a rite of passage… a joyous one that is."

"What was your prom like?"

"The typical kind. I had fun. Danced a lot. Drank a lot. Did not bang a lot though." He kissed Roman's palm. "I never want you to miss out on anything ever again, Roman."

"With you, I doubt I will."

Dean gazed at him with adoring eyes, his heart bursting with love. "Hungry?"

"The only thing I'm hungry for is you."

"Smooth talking now, are we? I meant supper, Casanova."

Roman laughed. Oh yes. He'd fight Zack himself if he had to protect this precious man. He'd do anything to protect Roman from harm again. "Carbonara for me," his boyfriend ordered.

"Guess I'll have the same. For dessert-"

The Samoan chef nudged his thighs apart. "Maybe we can start with it first."

They spent the next morning eating a traditional French breakfast at a cafe close by the hotel before strolling hand in hand, exploring about in a small mall. Dean bought Roman a gift card for a Kinokuniya. "What's this for?" his boyfriend asked when they left the bookstore.

"It's for you. I want you to buy yourself thirty books," Dean instructed.

"Why thirty?"

"It's for every birthday you ever had, silly."

"Oh gosh, Dean," his boyfriend gushed. "You didn't have to."

"Of course I do. You're mine, Roman. You're the epitome of a sweetheart and quite frankly I want to give you everything I can."

"All I want is your love."

"You already have it."

Just as they were about to head back to the hotel, Dean received a call from the station. "Hey, Cap," he greeted.

"Dean?" Captain Mark said. "Listen, I know you're on vacation but I need you back at the station. We've got new evidence concerning Zack. I think it's time to rein him in. I'm giving you a warrant to arrest him."

This was the news he had been hoping for. Oh Zack, you're mine. Dean wanted to personally slap the cuffs on him and read him his rights. "Okay. Let me inform Roman. I'll keep you posted."

"Who was that?" Roman questioned when he ended the call.

"Captain. We need to head back home. There's new evidence that's linked to Zack. Which means I can arrest him."

"Babe, that's great!"

"I'm sorry to cut our trip short."

"Don't be silly. Zack being behind bars is more important. Most of all, I'm relieved."

"Me too."

Dean wasn't willing to take chances though.

Upon reaching back to Haydon Heights in the late afternoon, he drove Roman over to his parents' home. For once, there was no protest from his boyfriend. Dean guessed it was because he'd be with the force when the arrests were going to be made.

An unexplained feeling of dread overcame him. Zack. Things weren't going to end in a amiable manner for both of them.

"Dean? You okay?" Roman asked.

Who knew if this would be the last time he saw his boyfriend? His heart ached then as he quietly observed the brown eyed man slowly removing clothes from the luggage he had placed on top of the bed. Maybe just one more... "Roman?"

"Yeah?" Roman had stopped unpacking.

"Let's make love."

Maybe it was the way he had said it but Roman's shoulders were squared. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I just-"

"I know when you're lying, Dean."

This was not going the way Dean had thought. "Good for you."

His boyfriend narrowed his eyes. "Dean, are you still hell bent on doing it alone?"

Don't take the bait. Don't take the bait. Instead, the auburn haired cop looked away. "No," he replied out loud.

"Dean Jonathan Ambrose, stop lying to me. I asked you… no wait… I pleaded with you not to do things alone. It's a suicide mission."

"Look, Roman. I didn't come here for small talk. Do you want to make love or not?"

"No," Roman turned him down. "I don't."

Dean crossed his arms. "It's not a big deal, Roman. I-"

"It is a big deal!" Roman countered. "Why are you so hell bent on taking on both of them?"

"Because I have unresolved issues with Zack! I want to kick his ass for what he's done to me. Most of all, I want him to pay for what he's done to you!"

"Bring John!"

"No."

"You're so stubborn, Dean. Why does everything have to be your way? Why can't you just listen to me for once?!" Roman demanded. He looked genuinely annoyed.

"You know what?" Dean replied. "Forget this. I'm going to work." He grabbed his leather jacket and walked out. As he headed down the stairs towards his car, he turned around.

Roman wasn't following him.

When he reached the station, he headed straight to evidence lock up to sign out the evidence that was brought in.

"Dean?"

He found his partner pouring black coffee into his mug near the pantry which was by the elevator. "John."

"Sorry that you had to be called in so soon," John apologised. "We confiscated Rosey's phone. You won't believe the stuff we found. That asshole recorded conversations he's had with Dwayne and Zack."

"Just what we're looking for."

"There's more. He actually took pictures of the auction and a small video he accidentally recorded. Roman was in it."

"Jackpot." Dean pressed the elevator button. "Well, I better go down and retrieve it. This I have to see for myself. How's Captain handling it?"

"He wants to see those two bastards behind the bars. Me, personally? I want to see Dwayne begging me for mercy."

"I couldn't agree more, John."

"Hey, Roman!"

Roman looked up from the book he was reading in the bedroom. A small smile spread on his face at the sight of Hunter at the door. "Hi Sir."

Hunter chuckled. "None of this Sir stuff. Hunter is fine."

"Sure."

"Have you seen Dean? Is he showering or something?"

"He left earlier for work."

Dean's father tilted his head. "He didn't even tell me he was leaving. Oh well. I'll call him later. Must be something important if he rushed off." He nodded to Roman. "How are you? Everything alright?"

"Not really," Roman admitted. "I… Dean and I had an argument."

And what an argument. Roman was completely in the dark about the inner workings of Dean's mind. He had contemplated following after his boyfriend as he left but he had been so mad - he was still upset - that he decided to leave him be, hoping common sense would kick the blue eyed cop in the head.

"It'll be okay," Hunter assured him. "Whatever it is, I promise it'll be okay. I've never seen my son look at anyone the way he looks at you. Never heard him talk about anyone either the way he talks about you. Dean's introduced us to all his boyfriends before and we never really liked anyone except for Seth. But that's another story. We were wrong about you, Roman. We can see how much you care about him."

The irony. "Maybe I care too much."

Hunter's brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure if he's told you this but Zack is back."

"He's told me about it briefly, yes. That was why we were adamant that you stay with us too. There's no telling what that psycho has planned."

Roman ran a hand through his long raven locks. "See, I thought the same thing too. But Dean… he's quite persistent on facing both Zack and Dwayne by himself. He wants revenge." Sorry, Dean, he thought. It's for your own good. He'd deal with his boyfriend's anger after this whole thing was over.

"By himself?!" Hunter was now wide eyed. "Has he lost his mind? I'm not about to let him throw his life away for these two-" He paused. "Did you just say Dwayne?"

"Yeah, Dwayne's in on it too," the pastry chef explained. "Zack and him were dating behind both Dean and John's backs."

Hunter rubbed his temples. "I need a drink. You need one too. Come on. Fill me in on what's been going on."

Roman couldn't get out of bed faster. Maybe Hunter could convince his obstinate boyfriend to change his mind.

"Not heading back, Dean?" John asked as he put on his windbreaker beside him.

Dean turned his attention from the screen to his partner. His eyes fell on the taskbar of his computer. Seven forty five. He hadn't realised that time had flew by so fast. "Nah. Maybe an hour more."

"Well, don't stay on too late. Everyone's gone already." His partner squeezed his left shoulder before he walked off.

With a heavy sigh, Dean took out his cell phone. So far, there were no missed calls or text messages from Roman; ditto on Whatsapp messages as well. His boyfriend was really upset with him this time. This wouldn't be something they could sweep under the rug.

His finger hovered over Roman's name under the call log before he changed his mind after a few seconds. Maybe he'd wait a little longer. No point in calling when Roman would only be in a foul mood.

Shoving the phone back into this pocket, he returned his attention back to the computer screen. He was clicking his pen while staring at the photo of Roman who had been made to rest on a long table in what appeared to be in an office when the lights went out. An eyebrow raised, Dean looked around.

Perhaps one of the cleaners switched it off, thinking that everyone had left for the day.

Something, however, proved him wrong.

"Hello, Dean."

A/N Oh no…