A/N – I know this chapter is soooooooooooooooooooooo over due and I'm really sorry about how long it took for me to update, I promise I'll never forget about this fic again! My first attempt at Ambreigns so let me know what you think!

Dean paced nervously outside of Roman's room. The elder man has called him there to discuss their survivor series match or something. Dean hadn't been paying much attention at the time; Seth had taken a liking to sucking him off in the middle of phone conversations. But with a mouth like that it was hard to stay mad at him. But now, being there, Dean was suddenly afraid. Something just didn't feel right about this. Roman was furious when he found out about Dean and Seth. Oh God. Roman was going to kill him. No, that couldn't be true, Dean was just being paranoid. Roman was a 'sweetheart' back stage as the divas would say; guy would never hurt a fly so to speak. What's the worst that could happen right?

Swallowing down his fears he knocked on the door quickly so he wouldn't have time to change his mind. As the door swung open, Dean felt himself swallow again as he entered the room, trying his best to ignore the glare Roman was sending him as he walked over to the bed in the room – for some reason there seemed to be nowhere else to sit. His heart was beating so loud in his chest he failed to hear the sound of the lock clicking into place, nor the evil smirk that attached its self to Roman's mouth. Before he could say anything he found himself being tackled and forced on the centre of the bed, Roman sitting on top of him with one hand pressed firmly against Dean's mouth and the other clamping his wrists tightly about his head. Now Dean was really afraid. Maybe Roman actually was going to kill him.

As much as he struggled he couldn't seem to get himself free from Roman's grasp – the other had always been stronger than him, a fact that he became painfully aware of in that moment. He was almost afraid Roman would snap his wrists. But as loud as his heart was when it was hammering away in his chest Dean had no trouble hearing the words leaving Roman's mouth, making his blood run cold.

"Now, I'm not very pleased with you. You took something that belonged to me. And that wasn't a very good thing to do. So now, I'm going to teach you a lesson for being a badly behaved little bitch. And there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me. But maybe, maybe, if you learn your lesson well I might just forgive you for stealing from me."

There was no doubt in Dean's mind he was talking about Seth. Damn that boy could bring the crazy out of people. And it finally hit Dean he had a good reason to be scared. He'd never seen this side of Roman before, and he had no idea what he was capable of. He briefly wondered if this was how Seth felt their first night together.

"Now. I'm going to move my hands and stand up. And when I do you're going to get up and strip for me. And I fucking dare you to try and run." As much as he didn't want to admit it, Dean couldn't help but feel slightly turned on at the tone Roman was using. He'd never been dominated like this before. Wow, he really was a sick bastard.

Roman released him, standing up and walking backwards to give Dean enough space to stand up as well, his eyes never leaving Deans face. He watched as Dean slowly stood, not being stupid enough to attempt to run. He'd wait this out, give Roman his revenge, part of him hoping this would be the end of it. The other part of him desperately wanting Roman to take off his clothes as well. Okay, now Dean was sure there was something wrong with his brain. This guy was about to hurt him in god knows how many ways and he was imagining him naked. He'd go and see a therapist if he didn't hate people so much.

Not wanting to make Roman angry Dean stood quickly, hands shaking as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. His shoes, socks and belt followed and Roman continued watching as his hands fumbled with his zipper, finally getting it down and letting his jeans fall to pool around his ankles. He looked at Roman, wondering if that was enough, but the look on his face soon made it evident it wasn't. Dean swallowed hard before hooking his fingers in his boxers, pushing them down to join his jeans on the floor. Part of him wanted the cover himself, he felt so exposed but he knew Roman wouldn't approve of that. He was kind of hoping Roman approved of what he was seeing though. He wasn't even going to bother denying it anymore. Roman was a hot dude. Very hot. And as fucked up as it sounded, Dean wanted to have sex with him. He wanted Roman to dominate him, fuck him, use him, give him everything his princess couldn't.

Roman didn't move for a moment, he just stared at Dean, taking everything in. He'd never seen the other naked before, and he had to admit he was impressed. Dean was nice. Not as good as his baby, nobody was, but he wasn't exactly an eye sore. This was going to be more fun than he thought.

Stalking slowly towards his prey Roman stood directly in front of him, so close they were almost touching. Then without warning Roman raised his hand and struck Dean across the face. Hard. He couldn't quite tell what emotion was hiding in Deans eyes when he head whipped back around, but from the way he ran his tongue over his split lips, almost moaning when he tasted blood, Roman guessed it wasn't rage. Well, what do you know? Dean was as much of a slut as Seth was. Interesting. Maybe this 'lesson' would end with a slightly different result.

Dean couldn't help the gasp that escaped as he was suddenly flipped around and bent over the bed. He felt Roman's hand, so big and cold, running down the muscles of his back, dragging blunt nails across his skin as they went, leaving bloody welts in their wake. It stung so beautifully. Roman could feel his cock, still trapped inside his jeans, growing hard the sight of Dean bleeding ever so slightly, his back muscles flexing under his touch. And his cute little ass jutting out, so juicy and round, just begging Roman to spank it. So he did.

Moans filled the room as Roman brought his hand down on Dean's ass repeatedly, smacking it hard. He could feel the heat radiating off his skin, turning a brighter red with ever smack. He watched with almost glee as Dean's ass jiggled when he smacked it, alternating between cheeks so he could see that pretty red colour spread all over his skin.

"You like that? Dirty little slut, you're not supposed to be enjoying your punishment. But I guess you can't help it can you? Fucking whore. You gonna spread your ass for me later huh? Gonna spread those pretty little cheeks?"

Dean couldn't do anything but moan, the feeling of Roman's large hands raining down on his ass hard, the pain shooting through his cheeks, the thought of Roman fucking him hard like his filthy words promised. His cock was already hard and leaking, hanging untouched between his legs. He was so close to cuming and Roman hadn't even taken his shirt off yet.

Roman changed his game a little, using one hand to alternate between spanking Dean and rubbing his hot ass, groping him constantly, the other moving to claw at his back again, leaving a mess of angry red lines all over him, some deep enough to draw blood. Damn, Dean looked good in red. He grabbed Dean's ass with both hands, pulling the cheeks apart slightly as he leaned over his to lick the blood off his back. Dean could feel Romans hard on rubbing against his ass as he swiped his tongue over the angry red lines marking his back, his hands groping Dean the whole time, and the younger man couldn't have stopped the moans pouring from his mouth even if he wanted to.

"You like that?" Roman asked, pausing momentarily to bite in between the others shoulder blades. "You like how that feels? Pathetic little pain slut. I can see you wanna cum. But guess what? You don't get to cum. Not until after I do." he growled in Deans ear. Grabbing him by the hair he pulled hard, turning Dean around and pushing his to his knees, ignoring the gasp of suprise.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Surely a whore like you knows what to do by now." This might have started out as a punishment, Roman wanting to humiliate and hurt Dean for stealing his Seth. But now, no, everything was different now. Now Roman wanted, almost needed to be inside Dean. He was such a slut, just like Seth, and if Dean took his cock as good as Seth did, there was nothing stopping him from claiming both of them as his own. After all only a slut could take his cock the way Seth did, and all good little sluts needed a master to look after them, take care of them, give them all the fucking they needed. And the way Dean rushed to free his cock from his pants, well. It was pretty obvious Dean wasn't going to fight him about it.

Not wasting any time Dean undid Roman's pants, pulling them down just enough to free his aching cock. He briefly noted the other wasn't wearing any underwear and that just fuelled him. Wrapping his lips around the head of Roman's cock he bobbed his head, swallowing more of it every time, not bothering to tease. He didn't have the patience this time. He pressed his tongue against the vein on the underside, his tongue following the vein down as Dean swallowed his cock. Roman was in heaven. Dean couldn't quite get it all in, there was a reason Roman was known as the 'big guy' back stage, but with a bit of practice Roman was sure he'd be a pro. And right now, he was doing a damn good job of handling himself.

Pulling back Dean ran his tongue over every bit of Roman's dick he could, favouring the slit. Roman tasted different, and it was driving Dean insane. He loved the way Roman's cock felt in his mouth, the way his pre cum tasted when Dean licked it up, the feeling of Roman's fist clenching in his hair everytime he swallowed or moaned around his cock. It was just so... right. But Dean needed something more.

"Come on big guy, fuck my mouth." Smirking at the words, Roman gripped Dean's hair tight, and started thrusting into his mouth the second Dean wrapped his lips back around Roman's cock. His lips weren't quite as pretty as Seth's, but his mouth was just as hot and wet, and it was damn nice to fuck. Not holding back Roman thrusted hard into Dean's willing mouth, the occasional feeling of Dean's teeth scraping against his skin gently making him fuck Dean just that little bit harder. He could feel himself getting close, and for a moment he contemplated cuming in Dean's mouth, letting him taste Roman's completion, watch him swallow every last drop. But he soon found himself pushing Dean off, seeing that confused but hopeful look in his eyes, and knowing he needed something else, needed that ass clenching around his cock, driving him wild like he suspected it could.

"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees. Now." Dean didn't hesitate for even a second to follow Romans command. He was using that tone and that was one you never argued with, no matter who you were. He scrambled to get on the bed, on his hands and knees, back arching downwards to jut his ass out more. He'd seen Seth in this position more than enough times to know it was damn sexy if you had the ass for it, and Dean was more than sure he did. He wanted so badly to touch his cock, to jerk himself off, but he didn't. Roman hadn't given him permission and they were so close to fucking he didn't want to risk not getting what he wanted. Dean briefly wondered when he'd become such a bitch, but the promise of Roman's cock inside him made it worth it.

He felt the bed dip as Roman crawled to kneel behind him, close enough to press his bare cock against Dean's ass, gripping Dean's hips gently. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He didn't do anything. It was like he was waiting for something, but Dean didn't know what.

"Come on big guy, you gonna sit there all day or are you gonna fuck me?" he didn't know if Roman was waiting for a sign, but he needed the guy to move before he went crazy.

"Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you? And how exactly do you want me to do it? Do you want it soft, sweet, gentle? Do you want me to make love to you? What do you want Dean? You gotta tell me. Tell me exactly what you want." The bastard was teasing him, running his fingers alone the crack of Dean's ass, whispering to him gently. He knew exactly what Dean wanted but he wouldn't give it to him unless Dean begged. Dean wasn't sure if he was furious or turned on by the fact he'd been reduced to begging for Roman's cock like a whore. Going with the latter he threw his pride away, the need to be fucked out weighing his dignity.

"No, I want it hard, fast, I want you to break me, make me scream, make me cum with that big fat cock, come on Rome, I need you to fuck me good, fuck me like I know you can. Please." He sounded like a slut in heat but he didn't care, because as soon as the words left his mouth Roman was pushing a thick finger inside him, not stopping until it was past the knuckle. Dean had no idea when Roman had lubed up, or where he even got the lube from, but he was glad he had it because damn, could Roman be any bigger?

Not bothering to go slow because he knew neither of them had the patience for it he fingered Dean fast, adding a second one quickly and pushing them both in over and over, scissoring them inside him. When he was loosened slightly Roman, out of generosity, added a third finger to stretch him further. Dean might have begged him to 'break him' but he knew if he didn't stretch Dean enough his cock could do some damage, and he was not prepared to listen to Dean whining about it for the next week.

When he deemed Dean stretched enough he pulled his fingers out, slicking his cock up with lube and pressing it against Deans hole. He had intended to push in slowly, but the way Dean's ass pressed back against his cock impatiently soon made him change his mind.

'Fine. If that's how the bitch wants to play, that's how we'll play."

He thought to himself, gripping Dean's hip tightly and thrusting in harshly. He met some resistance from Dean's tightness, but that didn't stop him from pushing all the way in until he was balls deep inside Dean's sweet ass. He heard the other groan with pain, yet he was grinding his hips backwards slightly, almost as if he was trying to fuck himself on Roman's cock. Pain slut. Grabbing his hips tightly Roman didn't hold back. He pulled all the way out, slamming his cock into Dean relentlessly. He could already see bruises forming on the others hips from the way he was grabbing him, but Dean didn't seem to mind as he thrusted his hips back to meet Roman with every thrust of his cock.

"You fucking slut, bet you love this don't you? Bet you love having my cock inside you. You were born for this. You were made to take my cock."

Dean only moaned louder at this. It was humiliating, degrading, and he loved every second of it. He almost screamed when Roman hit his prostate, he had no idea it could feel so damn good. Roman felt himself smirk and soon changed his angle so he could hit Dean's prostate hard with every thrust. He wanted, he needed¸ to see Dean come undone. And from the noises Dean was making, it didn't seem like it was going to be much longer.

He continued thrusting into Dean hard, his thrusts almost erratic, he couldn't get enough of Dean's tight heat surrounding him. He leaned down; biting hard between Dean's shoulder blades once more, this time leaving a deep mark, one he knew would be there for days. And that was enough. Dean screamed out Roman's name, cuming over the bed sheets beneath him, some of it coating his stomach. His arms buckled and he fell forward, face landing in the pillows. And a few thrusts later, the feeling of Dean clenched around his cock, almost impossibly tight, was enough for Roman to join him, cum filling Dean's ass as he collapsed on Dean's back, their sweat mixing as both tried to catch their breath. Neither moved for what felt like hours, but Roman eventually found the strength to pick himself up, pulling out of Dean's ass gently, wincing at the hiss coming from his companion. He watched as Dean rolled over, grimacing slightly as his ass and back pressed into the sheets, and looked Roman in the eye, asking one simple question that would change both their lives forever.

"Am I forgiven?"

A/N – Well, what do y'all think? Let me know if you liked it, and what you think is gonna happen next! How will Seth react when he finds out about this? He's such a whore I bet he'll enjoy it. LET ME LOVE YOU AS WELL, WE CAN MAKE IT A FOURSOME. No? Okay. Never mind, I'll just continue to ship you with other men.

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