Requested by jadeMK11. This is my first Ambreigns One Shot,so bear with me. I hope you enjoy! Leave reviews!

It's two a.m. and Dean Ambrose has just cozied himself up in his comforter and closed his eyes. He thinks about all that he had done that day: Hanging with his nieces and nephews and partying with some buddies,including one he had his eyes on for a while now: Roman Reigns. He had never questioned his sexuality until he had met him in FCW. His chiseled features, his silky hair, everything about him turned Dean on. Dean always looked at Roman when he had the chance, but he always felt that Roman knew. That he didn't mind it or that there something else that he wasn't saying. He smirked and dreamed about the man of his dreams when he hears banging at his front door. He tries to ignore it and squeezes his eyes even tighter,but the knocking gets even louder and more persistent. He wearily get out of bed,forgetting that he didn't have anything on his body, and stomps his way down the stairs. He curses loud enough so that the person on the other side can hear it. Within seconds, he flings his door open,ready to lay out whoever was there. Who he saw made him close his mouth and look a little surprised.

It was Roman and man did he look bad.

Roman looked at a naked Dean and grinned.

"I guess you got one of your scandalous women over." He said crossing his arms.

"Umm... No. I don't know what gave you...". Says Dean until he looks down at his nude body and groans in embarrassment.

"Don't worry buddy, I sleep the same way. Can I come in now or what? This beer is heavy and it's a little chilly out here." Says Roman,trying to make Dean feel a little bit better. Dean chuckles and ushers him in with a wave of his arm.

Roman strolls in,taking in glances at Dean's large cock and the rest of his body. He had always googled over Dean's body,especially when they showered. He always told him he had the best body out of the three of them in the Shield,but Dean denied it every single time. He crazy antics in and out the ring always stuck in Roman's mind, making him woozy with affection. Roman always knew that he had something for Dean,but he didn't want come straight out and tell him. He wanted Deany-boy to break away from his usual cold ways and tell him first. That was one of the reasons he was there,but something had,unforcefully and forcefully,brought him there as well.

"Roman, what the hell are you here for at 2 in the fucking morning? I know it's not just for a drink. And why do you look like absolute shit?".

"I do not look that bad! A little bar scuffle...".

"Who's ass did you beat this time? I bet it was Randy again,wasn't it?"

"Ding-Ding-Ding, we have a winner!"

They both laughed and Dean urged Roman to continue. Though Dean had been at the bar with them, he left earlier so he could get some sleep for another busy day he would have with his sister tomorrow. Roman began explaining the ass-whooping he gave to Randy for the second this week, Dean unconsciously opened the pack of beer that was brought to his house and pulled one out for both of them. Soon, a hour had passed,the 12-pack of beer was empty,and there were 4 shot glasses out on Dean's coffee table. Dean could handle his alcohol to an degree,but Roman.. He was another story. He had already been drinking hardcore liquor at the bar earlier and now all of this.. He was a damn sloppy mess. They were both staring at the TV aimlessly, until Dean looked over at Roman and smirked.

"What? Is there... There something on my face?" Said Roman, the sweet and buttered smell of alcohol spewing off of his breath.

"Just those juicy-ass lips of yours." Dean knew what he had said and he was at the point where he didn't want to hide it anymore: He had a thing for Roman. The kiss he had given Roman on the forehead on Raw wasn't an act of partnership: he was blinded by Roman's charming good looks that he forgot where he was. If Seth wasn't backstage with them, he would've kissed him again..and again...and again.

"Thanks. Just to let you, I always that you had the sexiest eyes I've ever seen." Said a drunk Roman. Though he mind and most of his vision was fuzzy, he meant what he had said. He was still gonna let Dean attack first,but just to make sure he did it and didn't back out, he scooted closer to him,placing his hand on Dean's thigh.

Dean tensed up a little at the touch of the rough hand on his bare thigh,but he didn't care. This situation was going exactly where he wanted it to.

Without hesitation, Dean leaned in and pressed his lips against Roman's. They were soft,just like he had imagined them to be. They pulled away and were smiling high school girls after their first kiss. Roman had always dreamed of a kiss from Dean like that. Though it only a little peck, he still felt the sparks, and hopefully, Dean had felt them too.

"Are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna.." Dean's smart remark was taken away by Roman's lips. They got a rhythm going and this kiss was filled with pure bliss and ecstasy. Roman felt Dean lightly nipping on his bottom lip,begging for entrance. He opened up with no objections, letting Dean's tongue wander around his mouth. He knew to let Dean do all of the work,so he wouldn't stop. Dean always had to be in control of something,and tonight, Roman didn't have any cares in the world.

Soon, both of their tongues were getting acquainted with each other, wrestling for dominance. Dean mounted Roman, who still had on all of his clothes, and put his hands under his shirt,still kissing him. Dean began muttering non understandable words and noises, but Roman didn't care. His deepest desires were being filled by the man who he'd always had feelings for.

Dean rubbed over his nipples,tweaking the left one,earning him a gasp from the bigger man. He smirked and pulled out of the kiss and moved his mouth to Roman's licked over his abs and began to lap his tongue in and out of his belly button.

"Fuck Dean, that sexy tongue knows how to work." Roman moaned. He hated how one of his sensitive spots was in his belly button and he had never known it until now. He made a mental note for the next time.

"You like that,huh?" said the ever-so-cocky Dean,earning him a stifled groan because he stopped. He felt big hands running through the messy dirty blonde hair on top of his head,making him groan. He felt that this was the most opportune to pull off Roman's thin t-shirt,which he did. Roman gave no objections and complied easily.

After his shirt was taken off, Roman began to kiss the crook of Dean's neck,earning him a loud moan,which pooled straight to his throbbing member. He felt the pre-cum oozing in his underwear,making him yearn for Dean's sexy mouth around it. He than began to suck on Dean's sensitive spot in his neck,wanting to leave a hug love mark so Dean would remember this for a long time.

Dean felt his cock throbbing and yearning to be touched from Roman's fast movements on his neck. He wanted to be in control,but Roman wasn't helping him with all of this sucking. He moved his hands down to Roman's fastened belt and began to make fast work of it. Roman was submitting to him do easily, he knew he had been waiting for this moment. Roman lifted his hips up,giving Dean easier access to his growing bulge. Dean pulled his jeans down and Roman's member popped out from the slit of soaked underwear. Just looking at Roman in such a state made Dean's body go crazy, just wanting to pound that Samoan ass,but he had to restrain himself. He didn't want to take him here; he wanted him in his bed.

Dean stood up and walked into his kitchen, earning him a sad moan from a hungry Roman.

"Get upstairs. Now. I'll be up there to pound your pretty little ass momentarily."

Roman was so turned on by Dean's sternness that when he stood up, all of the alcohol pooled in his legs and he fell back down onto the couch. Dean chuckled, making Roman blush. He would get him back for that,or so he thought. He tried again, focusing very hard this time,and was successful,with no help from Dean,who had walked into the kitchen to get something he couldn't see. He wanted Dean to take him right there but Dean had other things in store for him.

"Yes Daddy". said Roman,lightly laughing, running hurriedly up the stairs, hearing Dean's sexy grunt that followed. He wanted to tease Dean for making him get hard so fast. This only happened when he was really into the other person,whether it was a male or female. Dean had been the one he had always been yearning for; he had just been fucking other people to get him out if his mind.

When Roman got to Dean's room he laid on his king-sized bed,pushing the comforter onto the floor. To him, the comforter was very restricting and took the edge away. He always got tangled up in it and it messed up his mood. Nothing was gonna stop his excitement that was pooling in his body. He wondered if Dean was having second thoughts, making Roman 's absence made him want to run to him,but he would wait for as long as he possibly could.

Soon, 15 minutes had passed and Roman was on the verge of running out of Dean's house. He was feeling all types of emotions,but especially regret.. Regret that he had ruined a good friendship.. Regret that Dean wouldn't even acknowledge him in the locker room. He was about to go and grab his clothes when felt a pang coming from his lower regions. He looked down and saw how huge his dick had become: All of the emotions and feelings that he had been feeling had moved straight to his member,which was painfully pulsing. He took it in his hand and began to stroke himself,throwing his head back and closing his eyes,hoping to get some type of relief out go this painful night. He felt himself on the verge of explosion when something stung his hand. He yelped out and looked to the left side the bed,only to see Dean standing over him...with a whip... Dammit. Relief washed over him that Dean was there,... But dammit where the fuck did he get a damned whip from?

"Did I fucking tell you to stroke yourself bitch? You will listen and do what I say,do it make myself clear,slut? You will moan when I say to moan and you will cum when I say to cum. If you don't listen, that'll make me angry,and you know how I get when I'm angry: I get abusive. Bitch, don't take it upon yourself to make movements or sounds unless I allow you to do so, you understand me?".

Roman could only nod in agreement,due to his state of fright from Dean. This new attitude Dean had was a bit frightening,but it made him more interested to where this was going.

The movement of Roman's head angered Dean,so he smacked Roman's engorged dick with the whip. He yelled out in pain and a tear rolled down his face. Dean wanted to wipe it away so badly,but that would mess up the way his plan was working. He pulled Roman by his hair so that he was so close,he could kiss him,but he didn't. He had made up a plan while he was downstairs.

"When I fucking ask you a question, you will answer "Yes Daddy". Do you understand me?" Said Dean as he pulled on Roman's scalp,hearing him hissing in pain,but he mustered out his answer. Dean smirked and pushed him back down onto the bed by his face.

"Take off those disgusting ass underwear. They make me wanna vomit.".Roman complied without looking at Dean,fearing that he would get struck again. Again, he was pushed onto his back by Dean's forceful hand.

Dean got on top of Roman, whip in the right hand, and took Roman's now bruised cock in the left. He looked at Roman,who had his head back and his eyes closed. He squeezed the engorged extremity,pre-cum squirting out furiously. Roman unthinkingly moaned,forgetting what Dean had just told him. This earned him a smack on the lips. He felt blood running from the whipped skin and he looked up at Dean with repentance and compliance. Dean glared at him as he dung his nails into Roman's dick,making Roman look away,biting his lip to hold the sound in.

Dean then removed his forcefully grip, knowing that Roman understood his orders,and began to press his thumb on head of his huge member, making Roman's liquid run down his digit and into his hand. He groans and begins to stroke the pulsing member. Roman move the pillow over his face so he wouldn't scream; Dean had just started and he felt that he was gonna pop,but he didn't want to show it.

"Oh you slut! I barely touched you! I've got something for you!".

Roman was a bit scared when Dean said that,until he realized what he was doing.:He was sucking his throbbing cock. He began to squirm in ecstasy,since he couldn't make any noise,and he was feeling a huge moan coming on.

"You taste just like I imagine:Salty yet sweet. You're my delicious flavored bitch, you hear? No one else can have this dick except me,got it? Look at your sexy ass yearning for my touch! You love this don't you?"

Roman looked up at him,trying to find the words to say, and not cuss at him.

"Y-Y-Yes Daddy!" He bellowed as Dean began to deep-throat him. The pleasure Dean was giving him was taking overboard and he was having a hard time control himself. He could barely keep his grunts and moans in; he had been letting them out into the pillow he had out back over his face,hoping that Dean wouldn't hear him.

He tried his hardest not to buck his hips while Dean had him in his mouth,but he just couldn't help himself. He involuntarily jerked his hips up and almost choked Dean.

Dean wasn't expecting Roman to thrust at him like that: he almost choked him. Dean took the member out of his mouth and backed away so he could get his breath back. When he got himself together, he glared Roman down and got off of the bed, whip in hand.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WHAT FOR YOU BITCH!? YOU COULD'VE KILLED ME WITH YOUR DICK!" Said Dean as he whipped Roman across the face. "NO MORE COCK SUCKING FOR YOU! IT'S TIME TO GET PHYSICAL! TURN OVER SLUT,SINCE YOU'RE SO EXCITED TO GET STARTED!".

Roman turned over and spread his legs apart hoping that the whip mark on his face wouldn't scar up. He put his finger on it and instantly felt pain. Suddenly, the pain turned into intense pleasure, which went straight into his dick, and he let out a low grunt.

Dean was so pissed that he ignored the noise coming from Roman,who had started to moan and whimper. He saw that Roman had already spread his legs and he smirked.

"You're that excited huh?". A moan was his answer.

"I'll ignore that because I know just how slutty you are now. I know how bad you want my big dick inside of you! You want me like we need water to survive huh? You're so..

"JUST STICK YOUR YOUR DAMN DICK IN MY HOLE ALREADY!"

Dean was taken aback by Roman's sudden outburst, but it confirmed what he had known all along: Roman wanted Dean to pound away in his ass. An evil-like grin grew upon Dean's face and he knew he would have to make Roman understand that he meant business.

"Since you're so ready for this big dick, I'm not gonna use any lube! That pretty little ass better be ready!"

Roman's eyes got really big and his heart began to race. He had never been with someone who didn't use lube. He didn't want his ass hole to tear because he wouldn't be able to walk after that. He still had a career and a life to live after this.

"Wait Dean. I don't think that's... AHH FUCK!". Before Roman could finish his protesting, Dean's cock dove into Roman's tight asshole without any warning. Roman began clawing at the headboard, trying to find something to hold onto to help him withstand the pain. He felt Dean's balls smacking the entrance of his puckered hole, the sound of this echoing throughout the room, along with grunts and moans from both men.

"I figured you of all people would like it rough, you whore." bellowed Dean as he began to hit Roman's prostate. Dean reached under Roman and began to roughly stroke his cock, which was twitching from his touch. Roman gave the loudest moan Dean had ever heard in his life, making him pound into him even faster and harder.

"FUCK DEAN! I'M GONNA CUM!". yelps Roman, his body hoping Dean would ease up on him, but his brain wanting him to go even faster. As soon as the words had left his mouth, Dean grabbed the base of Roman's cock and squeezed on it, making sure that nothing came out of him.

"I fucking told you, you don't cum until I say so!" He said as he squeezed harder and thruster even faster. Soon, drops of blood began to come from Romans raw asshole and run down Dean's cock. He had gotten what he had wanted,so now he didn't have to be so harsh. He released his grip on Roman's cock and whispered into his ear, hungrily,

"You may cum now,my love."

Almost instantly, Roman let out a blood-curdling yell and white liquid squirted on his abs and onto the sheets beneath him. It came out in streams and never seemed to stop.

Roman's hole tightened upon Dean's engourged cock, and in no time, he release his creamy liquid into Roman's torn hole. He bucked up a little,lifting Roman away from the comfort of the sticky sheets. Dean had never released so much in his life,but man did it feel good. The cum was thick and extra-sticky and went into the cuts and tears in the now retightened hole,making a very sore and tired Roman hiss in what was now full-fledged pain. When Dean had released all of his load,he slowly pulled out,trying not to injure Roman more than he had already. He got behind a drained Roman and wrapped his arm around his waist.

Roman turned over slowly,trying not to tear himself anymore, and was face to face with a smiling Dean.

"What are you so happy about?"

"I got to fuck the man I cared about and he felt the same I did the entire time. It wasn't just a fuck and forget you type of thing. I tore your asshole so I could claim your blood. I know it sounds a little weird..."

His rambling was cut off by Roman crashing his lips onto Dean's. They laid there,making out for what seemed like an eternity, until Dean pulled away and smiled.

"Please shut me up like that all of the damn time! That was sexy as fuck! Mmm!"

"I will,but now it's time to sleep. Get the comforter off the floor and cover us up, it's cold as a bitch in here."

Dean chuckled and bent down to get the comforter. He placed it over a yawning Roman,who in turn, pulled him into the bed and wrapped his arms around his waist,pulling Dean closer to his face. Dean kissed Roman's forehead and placed his head into the Samoan's chest and they both happily fell asleep.

THE NEXT MORNING

Delanie hated having to to pick up her brother: He was never ready. Today was not the day to play this shit: it was the day of her rehearsal dinner for her wedding and Dean still had to buy a damned suit. She cursed herself for not just buying one for him,but it was too late to turn back time now. She sped over to his house, which was across town, hoping he would already be outside. The tuxedo shoppe opened at 10 and she wanted to be the first people there, which showed her sense of urgency,even though it was 8:30. She turned into his cul-de-sac wildly,almost hitting a parked car. She wanted to see if he would stand up to his word,which she knew he wouldn't. When she pulled into his driveway, she was surprised to see another car there.

"Dammit, one of his skanks are here." She said as she tried calling him on his cell multiple times.

No answer.

"DAMMIT DEAN!" she yelled as she pulled out her key to his house. She got out of her car and slammed the door,almost cracking the glass. She ran over the door and hurriedly put her key in the lock. It opened and instantly, the smell of alcohol spewed out. She hated that he was in that lifestyle, since she was straight edge, but he never listened to her on that topic,so she had given up hope on him for that.

She walked in and almost slipped on a shoe. She picked it up and realized that it was wayyy to big to be Dean's,so now she was a little nervous. She started to imagine some burglar or murderer breaking into her big bro's house and he was drunk... He didn't stand a chance. She walked into the living room and saw clothes thrown on the floor and enough alcohol and beer for a whole damned football team. What the hell happened here? Delanie walked into his kitchen to find shit thrown everywhere. She found his phone sitting on the counter with her name popping up as 10 missed calls. She felt a little relieved when she saw his "magical sex closet" opened up,but that didn't explain the man shoes and clothes everywhere.

She ran up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom. She was a little bit nervous on what she was about to see,but she had to check on her brother. She flung the door open to find Dean, stark naked in his bed,knocked out. She also heard the shower going,but she put her focus onto Dean.

"Dean." Nothing.

"Deann". A little stir.

"Deanie Bear!". He wearily opened his blood-shot eyes and looked at her.

"What the literal fuck are you doing here? It's too goddamned early for this shit. Go home please." He grumbled as he turned over and pulled the comforter over his head.

"Oh no you don't! I've been up since five, so shut up! GET THE FUCK UP!" She yelled as she pulled the comforter off of his body and at that moment,she wished he hadn't .

On the sheets was a white,sticky substance she knew well from past experiences and red stuff,which she presumed was blood. She almost threw up as Dean rolled over in it. Dean looked at her as she involuntarily gagged at the mess in his bed. Delanie was know for have a queasy stomach, so this wasn't helping.

"Leave Lane! Come back later please!" But it was too late. His lover was walking-rather hobbling-out of the bathroom when all of three of their gazes met.

"Roman?"

"Hey Delanie. Nice to see you."

"Are those clothes yours downstairs?".

A sigh. "Yes."

"So you two... Oh God."

Dean looked at his sister for some type of emotion,but he couldn't find one, or maybe it was because he could barely keep his eyes open.

Roman blushed so hard, his face changed colors. He wasn't expected anyone to come over and see..them together.

"Lane? "

A mumble.

"Huh?"

" I FUCKING CALLED IT!"

Both men looked at each other in bewilderment and then looked at the younger Ambrose.

Delanie jumped on the bed and began to bounce up and down.

"I'M ABOUT TO GET PAID! IM ABOUT TO GET PAID! FUCK YEA THIS BITCH IS ABOUT TO BE RICH! I AM THE FUCKING GOD! NOBODY CAN FUCKING TOUCH ME!"

"DELANIE!"

She was startled,so she fell forward,but Roman caught her before she face-planted onto the floor.

"Thanks bud."

"No problem. Now please get down,I'm in a bit of pain,thanks to your brother."

Dean laughed as she got out of Roman's arms and stood on her two legs.

"Now why are you acting so crazy like me, little sister? Have you dropped your.."

"Don't finish that sentence: Hells no! You nasty fuckers just helped me get $100000 bucks!" she said as she ran and kissed both of their cheeks.

"Elaborate."

"Well, me and my friend Maryse always felt that there was something going on in the Shield. So, we.."

"You guys placed a bet on who would fuck first?"

"It was really who we caught in the act.. Or the after act I guess. You little freaks are the best!"

" I want my cut and so does my "little freak"."

"WHAT!? THIS WAS BETWEEN TWO CIVIL WOMEN.."

"Who would lay each other whenever they got horny, and now who are getting married. How civil!"

"Fuck off Dean! Don't talk about my woman like that, M'kay!? Can you get up and get dressed so we can go get your tux?"

"Nope...".

"UGH! Roman help me out here!"

"He can borrow one of mine. Some of them had padding so they should fit.".

"Fine! I'm going to sleep in the guest room. No nasty nasty please?"

"No problem!" Bellowed Roman for both him and Dean. His ass had to heal first, and it hurt just to walk.

"Goodnight lovebirds!"

FIN