Chapter 10

Seth looked down at his shoulder to see what Roman was referring to. Right there was a huge red mark that stood out against his golden skin. He then remembered that Dean had given him a hickey there when they were fucking. He didn't even remember it until now. Shit.

He shrugged his shoulders casually and looked at Roman apologetically. " I dunno. Looks like it could be mosquito bite."

" It's a rather big bite." Roman remarked running his index finger over the lesion.

Seth sat perfectly still. Saying nothing as he felt Roman's finger lightly caress the inflammatory patch of skin.

" But then again," Reigns continued. " You do insist on living near a swamp."

" Hey! It's a nice neighbourhood." Seth protested. " And I live five miles away from the swamp."

" Oh five miles away from a swamp in Florida. Like if that makes a difference to a creature that can fly."

" I didn't even feel it," Seth stretched his arm out pretending to examine the mark. " It must have been a big one."

Roman grabbed Seth's arm and led him to the staircase. " Come. I've got some ointment for that upstairs in the master bathroom."

" You just want to get me in your bedroom," Seth remarked as they climbed the stairs together.

Roman laughed. " Like if I need a ruse to get you in my bedroom."

Seth punched him playfully on his tattoed shoulder. " Hey! I'm not that easy."

Roman looked at him and laughed. " No comment."

Seth felt like utter scum as he watched Roman apply the ointment carefully to his shoulder. How could he have lied to Roman like that? Not only did he lie, he was hella convincing at it to. Is this what he had come to? With sadness he watched as Roman babied his shoulder, leaving light kisses when he was finished. This man right here took care of him. Whether it was something big or something small, he was always looking out for him and this was how Seth repaid him by making him dress another man's mark.

Roman sat next to him on the bed and placed one arm around Seth's waist and drew his body up against his. Roman's lips found his instantly and kissed him softly and slowly as if he savouring the feel of Seth's lips against his. Seth felt his body responding to his boyfriend's kisses and he settled his body against Roman's and they quietly madeout. He was determined that no one was going to ever keep him away from this man, not even Dean Ambrose.

Dean was not in the mood to be bothered by anyone. He was in the locker room along with the other wrestlers as they got ready for Monday Night Raw. He had cleared a space on the bench behind him to put the clothes that he was taking out of the locker. But when he turned around someone had put their gym bag down in the space.

He turned to Brodus Clay who was standing next to him. " Hey man, is that your shit?"

" Uh yeah." Brodus replied distractingly as he bobbed his head to whatever music his Beats headphones was pumping into his ears.

" Well can you move it? I cleared that space away for myself." Dean was becoming agitated.

" Yeah man. I'll just be a minute." Brodus was taking his time putting his stuff away in the locker. Then Justin Gabriel came up to him and tapped him on shoulder. Brodus took off the headphones and placed them around his neck and started an earnest conversation with Justin.

Next thing Brodus knew was that he heard a loud thud and his gym bag was lying open on the floor with some of the contents spilled out of it. He looked over at Dean who had his gym bag in the same spot and he was packing it without a care in the world.

" Wait dude! Did you knock over my bag?" Brodus' hazel eyes blazed at Dean. He couldn't believe his audacity.

Dean shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. " Well you were taking too long and I wanted the space."

Brodus felt his temper starting to rise. He had never had any problems with Dean Ambrose before but he didn't go out of his way to mix with him either. " That's messed up. Pick up my stuff."

Dean stopped packing his clothes and looked up at the larger man. He felt the eyes of everyone in the locker room watching him but he didn't give a shit. " Fuck off."

Brodus pushed with one hand against Dean's chest causing him to stumble back. " Look, I don't know if you think that you're some kind of a bigshot around here just because you're in The Shield. But behind the scenes every man is an equal. So..."

Clay didn't get to finish his sentence because Dean landed a right hook against his jaw. He was tired of the fat bastard's bullshit. Who the fuck did he think he was talking to? He wasn't some little kid. He saw Brodus' eyes glaze over at him and he was coming forward to retaliate. Justin was grabbing his arm telling him to stand down, saying that Dean wasn't worth a suspension but Brodus shook him off.

Dean never backed down from a fight and he didn't care that Brodus outweighed him by a hundred pounds. Suddenly Dean felt a pair of strong arms around his waist and that someone was lifting him away from Brodus Clay. His hands hit at the fist around his body.

" Calm the fuck down Dean." A deep voice said right next to his ear.

Crap. It was Roman. Reigns placed him down on the floor next to the door. He looked around the room and everyone was tense and was looking at him. Antonio Cesaro had his hand against Brodus' chest as a sign that he was holding him back. Fuck this shit! He didn't need this. Everyone was always against him. He opened the door and stormed out.

As he walked along the corridor he was aware of Roman following him. He walked through the maze of corridors in the arena until he came upon a quite deserted section of the place where he was away from all of the hustle and bustle of the WWE. He tried a red painted door on his right and it opened. Stepping inside he saw that it was an old trainer's room. He sat on a wooden bench as he looked at Roman entering the room behind him. They stared at each other for a while, saying nothing. They were both already in their Shield gear as Dean tapped his combat boot on the floor.

Dean looked at the man who had caused much of his frustration over the past week. His black hair was loose and fell past his shoulders but it wasn't wet yet and it looked so thick and wavy that Dean felt an urge to touch it. He could see why Seth was enamoured with the guy. He was fucking gorgeous. But Dean recalled that the last time that they had been together that he and Roman had shared that scorcher of a kiss. But it seemed as if Roman made it a point not to be around him that much for the rest of the week.

" What the hell do you want?" Dean sneered at him.

" Don't you take your anger out on me."

" Oh yeah, that's right. I'm the one with the anger issues. Watch out for Dean Ambrose, he's a crazy motherfucker." Ambrose replied mockingly.

Roman felt all of his frustrations for the past week boiling out. " You make it so hard. Do you know how hard you make it?"

Dean was taken back by Roman's yelling. The large Samoan hardly ever raised his voice unless he doing his roar in the ring. He stood up and walked right up into Roman's face. " No. Why don't you tell me how hard I make it for you." He gritted through his teeth.

Without warning Dean felt his body being pushed against the wall. His hands pinned above his head and he was looking into the grey eyes of a very angry man. " You are a piece of work, you know that."

Dean had never seen Roman so angry at him. He listened carefully as Roman spoke. " You are down right impossible to deal with at times. Sometimes you make me hate you."

" What the hell are you talking about?" Dean didn't have a clue to what he had done to make Reigns so upset. And why would he hate him?

Roman released Dean's arms from above his head and took a step back. " Of course you wouldn't remember. That's how you are. You just use people and then throw them away after your desires have been fulfilled."

Suddenly it dawned on Dean why Roman was upset with him. " Are you mad because of what happened between us last week?"

The look that Roman gave him answered his question.

Dean came off the wall and took Roman's face between his palms. He could see the hurt in his friend's eyes. That's all he seemed to be doing lately. Hurting his friends.

" I'm sorry. Look, maybe I shouldn't have left as I did but kissing you wasn't all of that easy for me either."

Roman eyes opened wider as they searched Dean's face. " Are you saying that you felt something for me?"

Dean sighed. His breath tickling Roman's chin. " I'm saying that sometimes I just don't know how to deal with stuff. I shut down and block people out."

" That doesn't answer my question."

Dean's blue eyes studied his friend's grey ones. Roman didn't know all that he knew. He didn't know about him and Seth. Dean knew that if he told him the truth that it would only complicate matters between the three of them even more.

" Yes. I do have feelings for you."

Dean felt Roman's hands settle on either side of his hips. He was still holding Reigns' head between his hands. He could feel the heat rise between them, tension high in the air. He knew that their lips were mere millimeters apart. He closed his eyes, he had to do the right thing.

" What about Seth?"

" He's somewhere with Jericho."

Dean opened his eyes and looked at Reigns. That was not the response that he had expected. " That's not what I meant."

Roman's lips were whispering against his now. " I know."

Dean's lips brushed purposely against Roman's as he spoke. " There's no turning back after this." He warned.

" I know."

Roman brought down the full weight of his lips on Dean's pulling his hips onto his. Roman's mouth was warm and his tongue was sweet. The kiss was neither slow or fast but it communicated how much they desired and wanted each other. It was sensual, passionate, intense. It was everything that words could not communicate.

Roman unzipped Dean's black vest and pushed it off his shoulders. He set Dean up against the wall and started to pepper his neck with hot kisses while running his hands across that gorgeous body of his. When it came to Dean, his natural instincts just took over. He had no rational thoughts. He knew what he was doing was wrong. He was in love with Seth. He couldn't deny it if he wanted to but Dean and him shared this natural chemistry that he just couldn't fight.

He ran his tongue across Dean's abs, and then made his way down to Dean's pants button. He quickly opened Dean's black pants, eagarly seeking the prize inside but Dean drew his face up and kissed him hard, nearly bruising his lips.

It was Dean's turn now as he removed the older man's vest as well. Those large pecs looked delicious as Dean brought his mouth to Roman's chest. He drew a nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue over it. With a free hand, he slid it down the front of Reigns pants feeling his hard cock that was being restrained by the trunks that he wore underneath.

He squeezed Roman's dick through the pants. " That needs to come out now."

Roman pressed his groin into Dean's palm. " Then take it out."

Dean made fast work of Roman's pants. When they dropped to the floor and Roman stepped out of them, he was only wearing his black wrestling trunks. God. He looked so fucking sexy like that. Dean's mouth attacked Reigns' left pec, sucking and nibbling at it feverishly. Meanwhile his hand slipped inside Roman's trunks and his fingers wrapped around the thick heavy cock. He drew it out of its confinement and ran his thumb across the sensitive head. Roman moaned out loud at Dean's antics.

He didn't care anymore. He unfastened Dean's pants and pushed them down along with his underwear at the same time. He dropped to his knees and took Dean's leaking cock into his mouth. It was his turn to taste Dean.

Dean's fingers dug into the back of Reign's head as his wet mouth sucked him and his tongue ran up and down his shaft. His breath was coming out ragged and his toes curled as Roman's head bobbed up and down on his dick. This was fantastic. Roman's ministrations were making him weaker by the second. Looking down and seeing the hot naked Samoan licking his cock was quite a sight. He wanted him so badly.

" Fuck Roman. Where did you learn to suck cock like this?"

Roman laughed as he kept Dean's dick in his mouth. The vibrations sending Dean almost into to pleasure overload. He had to have him now.

He pulled his dick out of the nice warm mouth. " I want you."

Roman understood exactly what Dean wanted. As he stood up, Dean pressed him against the wall, his back to Dean. He felt Ambrose slip a finger inside his tight virgin hole, working it around. Roman groaned as it flicked a nub full of sensitive nerves. It sent a shockwave of pleasure through his body. His dick was rock hard and it was pressed against the concrete wall, it was a bit painful but he wanted more. Dean slipped in a second finger and started to stretch him. It did hurt but he wanted to feel Dean so badly inside him that he figured that it was a small price to pay.

Finally, he felt the head of Dean's thick meaty cock press against him. Dean went in slowly but Roman felt himself tear to accomodate him. He briefly wondered if that was how it felt for Seth. But he tried push thoughts of Seth away as Dean's cock stroked against his prostate sending spasms of pleasure through out his body. Dean was fucking him now. He heard the sound that his balls made as they slapped against his ass. His own cock being pushed against the wall, which strangely was turning him on as well.

" Oh fuck Rome. You're so tight." Dean gripped Roman's hips as he felt the pressure building in his loins.

With the tightness of Roman's hole and the warm heat that it emitted surounding Dean's dick he knew that he was soon about to climax. He reached in front of Roman and grabbed that huge cock with his hand and started to stroke it. He wanted Roman to come the same time that he did. He felt Reigns' manhood throbbing and knew that he was close and so was his own.

Roman spurted thick white ropes of cum against the wall as Dean released inside of him. He watched as the white liquid ran down the grey wall. That had been absolutely mind blowing. He didn't think that he had better sex in all his life. He turned around to face Dean who immediately brought his lips upon his. He kissed Roman hard, his chest panting hard against Reigns.

" That was fucking great." Dean spoke slowly regained his breath.

Roman nodded. " It was."

They leaned against each other for several minutes regaining their composure. Finally they decided to get redress and return to the locker room. As Roman put on his vest and he looked down at his chest, he saw that Dean's little love bite was turning bright red against his tan skin. Zipping up his vest, he decided that he would take a better look at the damage Dean had done when they returned to their hotel room later that night.

A/N: Normally my inspiration for a story is based on a song. The song for this story is " Just One Last Time by David Guetta ft. Taped Rai". As usual thank you all for your wonderful reviews and encouragement.