Four

"What the hell are you doing here?"

His ex manager Paul Heyman was beaming at him holding a food hamper at his front porch. "Surprise!"

"You have rotten timing, you know that?" Dean growled.

"What? You didn't invite me for your housewarming!"

"There was no housewarming. Well there was but only two people showed up."

"Who?"

"Roman and me."

"What kind of party is that?"

"A lot of thrusting and heavy breathing-"

"I get your point."

Dean stepped aside so that Paul could enter inside. Roman smiled at him and shook his hand. "Hi Paul. Can I get you anything?"

"Any drink is fine."

Roman went to the kitchen. Dean smiled fondly after him; this suited him and he looked comfortable in it. "Look at you," his ex manager observed. "Slowly adapting to domestic life."

"Not really. I'm still struggling," Dean admitted as they both sat down on the couch. "Some days, I wonder if I should be out there-"

"Say the word and I'll book you on a tour."

"But I can't bear to be separated from him again."

"That's rough. But with your club, things should work out."

Roman walked in with a mug of coffee and placed it on a coaster in front of Paul. "Thanks." He smiled at the Samoan man. "Roman. How are you?"

"I'm good," Roman replied

"I'm glad you stayed."

Dean was confused. "What?"

Paul shook his head. "Nothing. Anyways I have news for you, Dean. I'm going to manage your club."

"Are you now?"

"Oh yes."

"I wasn't aware that I'm hiring."

"Well you gotta have a manager."

Dean nodded. "That's true."

Paul beamed. "And who better than me?"

"That's also true. Paul, welcome to Asylum."

They both shook hands. Roman excused himself to go to the kitchen. Dean crossed his arms and stared at Paul. "Alright, Paul. What did you mean by you're glad he's stayed?"

"Well he did wanted to take a flight back home when you had your huge fight in Glasgow."

"Oh." Dean remembered that.

"He seems really happy here."

"He is."

"But you're not."

"I'll adapt.. It takes time."

As they settled beneath their comforter in bed, Dean set his alarm for the next day. Then he snuggled near Roman; his favorite part of the day. "Jason and Jimmy will be coming and they'll be bring some other friends too," Roman updated him.

Dean nodded. "Okay. The more buzz, the better."

"What songs will you be performing?"

"Welcome To The Jungle, Paradise City, Cry Tough, Rock and Roll All Nite, We Built This City and Patience."

He could feel Roman smiling against his forehead. "You're playing Patience?"

"Yeah. It's your favorite."

His boyfriend kissed his forehead. "I look forward to it."

"Oh you'll love it." He paused. "Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you happy here?"

"I love it here. I'm glad you loved this house too."

"As long as you're happy."

Roman sighed sadly. "I'm sorry you had to give up your mansion."

"Not really, Roman. To be honest, I have another house that I don't stay much in."

He could feel Roman stiffened. "What? I didn't know you had another house."

"Yeah well… it's not something I like to brag about. But it's mine and I bought it as an investment more than anything."

"Do you want to live there?"

"No. I mean I'll think about it."

"Think about it?"

"It's in Bel Air, Roman."

"What does it look like?"

Dean reached for his phone and switched it on and scrolled through his camera roll before he found it and showed it to his boyfriend. It had unobstructed panoramic views of the entire city from every room in the house with a yard and an infinity pool. "That's my baby," Dean said with pride. "When I first saw it, I knew I had to have it."

"Dean, it's breathtaking."

"Isn't it? I also have recording studio built there."

Roman was quiet for a while. "I guess this isn't really your scene, is it, Dean?"

"What do you mean?" Dean was puzzled.

"I mean you sacrificed a life of luxury for me."

"We don't count how much we sacrifice, Roman. I told you I'd do it all over again for you and I mean it."

"Must have been overwhelming for you to have all those money when you guys got popular."

"Yeah it was. But I had Paul to advise me on how to deal with my money so I was safe."

"But how did you guys support yourselves when you were starting out?"

Dean smiled at the memory. "I was working as a delivery driver for a flower company. Actually the whole band was working various odd jobs. Seth was a cashier at a gas station, Corey worked as a waiter for a local diner and Jeff and Matt worked as a stock boys for Walmart. We were playing music at night at the club and working these jobs during the day."

"Were you ever disheartened?"

"We enjoyed it. It was fun to us. We partied hard, drank, took drugs and had wild freaky sex. What's there not to like about it?"

"This is what Asylum will be like?"

"Oh hell yeah, Roman. We want to bring back that feeling for people. Obviously it's not everyone's cup of tea but hey you have to experience it once."

He heard Roman swallow hard. "Is it true? You had one guy giving you a blow job and another guy having sex with you-"

"Yep. That's true. The whole apartment was like a sex den after shows."

"How are you not bored having sex with me?"

Dean laughed. "Because I love you. Also Roman, you're beautiful as fuck so I don't think I'll get bored."

"So throughout your tour, you didn't-"

"The last tour? No. I didn't have sex with anyone. Not even a blowjob or a handjob. I was too busy missing you. Now you know why I can't bear to go on the road again?"

Roman nodded. "Yeah."

"Good." He leaned over and pressed his lips against his boyfriend. "It'd take a lot for me to hit the road again."

"So are we all set?" Dean asked walking in the next day with huge crate of beer bottles.

"Oh yes we are," Seth said with a cigarette in his mouth. "I got three bartenders. My ex colleagues from Club Heat."

"Nice. Great job, Seth!"

"No problem. I also rented twenty five portable rooms."

"What?"

"In case people wanted to have sex. Oh and Corey got Jeff and Matt to fill in for us too."

Jeff and Matt Hardy were their ex bassist and drummer for the band before they were kicked out for their excessive behavior. Back then, the band wanted to get bigger but now… now it didn't matter.

An hour later, while Dean was helping Seth arrange the bar area, Corey walked in with Jeff and Matt. For the first time in months, all five original members of Steel Hounds were in the same room.

"Welcome back, guys," Dean said. "We've missed you."

"Yeah. It wasn't the same without you."

Jeff nodded. "Same."

And just like that, they were all back together. Dean hugged Corey tight; trust his tattooed best friend to find a good solution.

"So what are we performing?"

Dean filled them in and they were happy with the selection with some additional suggestions being thrown in. "If you guys feel like performing anything else," Corey said, "just give us the cue and we'll work our way around it."

"Exactly," Matt agreed.

By the time seven came about, catering had set up the buffet table and half of the place had been filled. "Holy shit!" Seth crowed. "Are you guys looking at this?"

"Yes!" Matt cheered. "You guys. This is amazing. I didn't expect this many people."

Paul arrived with a bouncing Brock Lesnar, their bodyguard. "Okay, I have some clients here tonight to check the club out. They may want to bring their clients in future here too."

"Sounds good."

Dean's phone buzzed and he found Roman's text saying he had arrived so he went out to the front to let him, Jason, Jimmy and three other men in. Once he had showed them to their table, Roman introduced the other guys. "Dean, this is Adam Cole, Jey Uso and Justin Gabriel."

Dean greeted them before Corey called him over so he excused himself before asking a server to take Roman's table order.

"Uh Dean," Corey said as Dean walked backstage with him. "I'm a bit worried."

"About what?"

"This environment for Roman and his friends. I mean he was a bit uncomfortable during our tour."

"He'll be fine, Core. As long as he doesn't take drugs like we did or even drink like us, he'll survive."

"I hope you're right."

Five minutes later, the band were on stage having done soundcheck before the club had opened its door. Dean stepped in front of the mike, soaking in the environment and feeling a thrill run down his spine.

This… this was his scene. This was what he lived for. And Dean missed it. "So for those of you who don't know us - you must have been living under a rock - we are Steel Hounds. This is Asylum and we'd like to welcome to the jungle!"

The whole club which was packed to the maximum by now was cheering and screaming with some cat calls.

He grabbed the microphone off the stand and started singing once the riffs kicked in:

Welcome to the jungle

We've got fun 'n' games

We got everything you want

Honey, we know the names

We are the people that can find

Whatever you may need

If you got the money, honey

We got your disease

In the jungle

Welcome to the jungle

Watch it bring you to your

knees, knees

I wanna watch you bleed

Welcome to the jungle

We take it day by day

If you want it you're gonna bleed

But it's the price you pay

And you're a very sexy girl

That's very hard to please

You can taste the bright lights

But you won't get them for free

In the jungle

Welcome to the jungle

Feel my, my, my serpentine

I, I wanna hear you scream

Roman was enjoying watching Dean perform with so much passion that it was easy to see he was in his element. The auburn haired lead singer was jumping, waving his hands and even back flipped once which sent the crowd in a frenzy.

"Dean's really good," Jimmy commented.

"Yeah he is." Roman was so proud of him. "He's a gifted performer."

After the second song, Paradise City, ended, Dean sat down on a high stool. "So, we'd like to thank you guys again for showing up. Thank you so much. We really appreciate it. Bar's open so help yourself to all the booze you want. We've got talented mixologists who can whip you the poison of your choice. But be patient because there's only three of them."

There was some laughter after that.

"Speaking of patience, this next song is my boyfriend's favorite song."

Roman felt his heart swooning then.

"I first sang it to him in my recording studio and we were just starting to get to know one another then but I remember wanting to kiss him so badly." Some people whistled. "But now I get to kiss him whenever I want, wherever I want. Roman, this is for you. You really made me exercise my patience."

Roman laughed as did the rest of Steel Hounds and most of the audience.

"1,2,1,2,3,4," his boyfriend counted before he started to whistle before he sing.

Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you
I'm still alright to smile
Boy, I think about you every day now
Was a time when I wasn't sure
But you set my mind at ease
There is no doubt
You're in my heart now

Said, baby, take it slow
It'll work itself out fine
All we need is just a little patience
Said, sugar, make it slow
And we come together fine
All we need is just a little patience
(patience)
Mm, yeah

"Do you drink, Roman?" Justin asked.

Roman turned his attention back to the men in his booth. "Not really."

"Want to try?" Justin pushed a glass filled with green liquid towards him.

"What's this?" He stared at the green liquid.

"Absinthe. It's good stuff."

Roman took a taste of it. It was a bit bitter, the taste similar to licorice. He forced himself to finish it. "Not my kind."

"Iced tea?" Jason offered.

He nodded and accepted the glass from him. He gulped it down quickly before putting the glass down. Beside him, Jason was given a drink from a random guy walking past. "Dude, you guys should try this."

Most of the people started to dance and headbang while the band played on. Roman wasn't sure how much time had passed on except he was feeling whoozy and out of it after two more glasses of the iced tea. The room was spinning and he stood up, wanting to go to the gents when someone offered to help him.

He thanked the person - he didn't get a glimpse of the person - and was brought to a small room. Dean must have chosen a very nice bathroom decor.

Yawning he sat down but found himself being pushed on something soft. Something soft brushed against his lips before tugging at his t-shirt but Roman had a hard time keeping his eyes opened.

His t-shirt was pulled over his head.

Dean walked to Roman's booth during interval but found most of the men there out of it, slumping against one another. Jason was sleeping on Jimmy's lap. The hell? What were they drinking? Dean picked up the bottles of absinthe, Jägermeister and a lot of long glasses.

And Roman was missing as well. His heart pounding against his chest, he searched the bathrooms for him before he went out to those bedrooms Seth rented.

Some were locked and some weren't. Those that weren't had people doing it in there too.

One of the rooms - the second last - caught his attention because there was no noise coming from it but when he opened the door, his heart dropped to his feet as some red haired guy was trying to remove Roman's belt. His boyfriend was shirtless and out of it, drifting off to sleep.

Dean yanked the guy off him and punched him in his face, knocking the guy who was also drunk out.

"Roman," Dean said, sitting down beside him and tapping his face. "Babe, wake up."

"Mmmm…" came the sleepy reply.

Oh fuck. This was bad. What the hell did Roman drink? He took out his cell phone and called Paul and instructed him to bring Brock over. When his manager arrived five minutes later, he looked at Roman in horror. "What happened?"

"He's hammered, that's what happened," Dean replied. "Can you get Brock to watch over him? Our next set is up."

"Sure," Paul agreed. "Brock and I will both be here. Did he-"

"No. Thank goodness. The guy was working on his belt." Dean rubbed his temples. "This really isn't his scene. I'm going to have to stop him from coming here."

"I think that's for the best. Are you going to tell him?"

"I have to." Dean bent down and kissed him on his now sleeping boyfriend on forehead. "I'll be back."

He was afraid of Roman's reaction when he woke up but he had to be honest.

His face was near the crook of Roman's neck the next morning. Brock had helped him to carry Roman up to their bedroom before leaving with Paul at about one that morning.

His boyfriend was still sound asleep so he got up and went to the kitchen to take a banana, excedrin and a bottled water.

That was a close one, he thought as he watched Roman stir awake once he was back in the bedroom. "My head," he cried out.

"Here," Dean said, passing him a banana. "Potassium helps with hangovers."

Roman bit into the peeled yellow fruit. "Hangover?"

"Yeah, babe. You were out of it last night. All your friends were."

"I had some absinthe and iced tea-"

"I think you had Long Island Iced Tea. I found you in a room, Roman."

His boyfriend put the peel aside, his expression one of horror. "Did I-"

"No. I punched the guy out when he was trying to unbuckle your belt. He was drunk as well."

He seemed remorsed. "Gosh, Dean. I'm so-"

"No, Roman," he replied. "You have nothing to apologise for. I don't think you can come over anytime soon though."

"You're right," he agreed. "What happened to Jason, Jimmy and the rest?"

"I had Brock put them in the temporary rooms Seth had rented. We left them a note with a hangover kit. They should be fine." He kissed Roman on his cheek. "So. Now you know what a hangover feels like."

His boyfriend groaned. "How do you do it?"

"I'm used it. Come on. Take your meds. We need to shower."

Dean helped lather soap all over Roman's body in the bathroom and tugged at his length on purpose underneath the warm shower. The Samoan man groaned and held onto Dean before they started to kiss passionately.

They made love in the bathtub.

It was a great way to start the morning and at that point, Dean felt nothing could go wrong between them.

Or so he thought.

A/N Thank you for the favorites/follows/reviews. Sorry for the late update. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Next one will be the aftermath of the opening :-)