There's some really kinky sex up ahead. Blood, cutting, knives, broken light bulbs, you know, the usual. Enjoy.

"Coming!"

I stood outside the door waiting for Dean, it didn't take him too long but I was already on edge. I felt bad leaving Big Dog alone after he had fallen asleep but he was dead tired and I didn't want to bother him. Even though I wanted a little somethin' somethin' from him, poor guy ending up passing out as soon as his head hit my chest. It was cute and I stood with him as long as I could but I couldn't get to sleep myself. I was too pissed after seeing how Dean and Seth's match ended and it brought back all the anger that Roman had quelled earlier in the night. I knew Dean would be up, he was always up late at night for one reason or another. The door swung open and he stood there, cigarette dangling from his lip, in nothing but his jeans and boots as usual.

"Hmm...hey. I thought you'd be asleep by now." He took the cigarette from his lips then kissed me. I slid my way into his room and made my way over to the bed.

"I can't sleep. Roman was dead tired though. I stayed with him for about an hour , until he rolled over. I'm just fucking wired."

He sauntered over to the bed in his showoff-y swagger that only he could do. The cig was left in the ashtray after being snubbed out. "Well yeah, you did mix a coffee and energy drink together before your match."

"No, not that...Seth and I...Seth...he- After the match tonight-"

He held up his hand to stop me. "I know. He left you hanging or something? And seeing the main event got you even more pissed?"

I nodded. "He's toying with me and I let him. I'm a fucking idiot. And now I'm pissed because I keep thinking about what he did to me at the gym and nothing is exactly 'satisfying my urges'." I stood up and instantly started pacing trying to focus my energy on something else. "All I want to do is bash something with my fists, or hit someone with full force and not have to hold back, or cut something! I don't know. I need something that will just make my mind explode so I'll forget about that bastard."

"What, Roman couldn't make you cum either?"

"Dear god no. He always knows how to get the job done. There's nothing he can't do that won't make me cum, to be honest. I just didn't want to wake him. He looked too peaceful."

Dean propped his head up on his hand and stared at me while I paced. "Look, you don't need just regular sex. You need angry sex. Seth hate-fucked you and the only thing that will make you forget is something else with equal intensity. And that's why you're here."

"No it isn't! I don't only come to you for sex!"

"Leena…."

"Ok, fine! Maybe that is the reason why but I knew with as insane as you are you'd help me get past this." I kneeled before the bed, staring up at those gorgeous blue eyes. "please help me get past this so I can go back to not caring about him."

Dean pressed his forehead to mine. "You're an idiot. Fucking me won't help you forget your feelings for him, no matter what those feelings are. It'll just push everything back...but that's what you like to do. Push things back and not think about them."

"See? You understand me. Ro would just be mad that Seth was an asshole to me and not focus on the other problems. He can be dominate he's just...a gentleman that's dominate." I sighed.

"Mhm...you need to get your aggression out though."

"I know but how? That's the problem. Everything I want to do would probably get me thrown in jail." I said as I made my way over to the bathroom. I needed to splash some cool water on my face and try to relax. The reflection in the mirror wasn't one that I knew real well. I never liked seeing my anger get the best of me. But still that person moved like I did, putting my hair up into a bun and grimacing as I felt the burn in my neck from the ladder match. It was me, but not the Leena I wanted to be. I saw Dean coming up behind me in the mirror and soon enough his arm was around me and his head was resting on top of mine.

Something shiny caught my eye as the light reflected off of it. Dean's switchblade was in his other hand and was now being dragged across my tank top, splitting the fabric. I shuddered as the very tip of the blade scraped gently against my skin. "You want to play rough? I can play rough."

A gasp escaped me as I felt the hem of the tank top split and my breasts became exposed. I dug my nails into his jean covered thigh and closed my eyes. "i know you can be, Dean. That's why I need you for this."

A devilish smirk crossed his face and I got scared for a second. Chills went down my spine and I caught sight of the gleam of the blade again. "Breathe for me…"

His whisper was the last thing I heard before I felt him ghost the blade across my stomach. My entire body shuddered and he hadn't even really done anything yet. The dull side stayed connected with my skin as it floated over each breast slowly. Forever the king of tease, his lips were the next thing I felt. His teeth wrapped around my jugular, nipping and pulling at the skin. My breath continued to hitch in my throat. I kept my eyes squeezed shut afraid to even look at Dean in the mirror. I knew just by the way his raspy voice was whispering all the fucked up shit he wanted to do to me that he was primal as ever. That look in his deep blue eyes wasn't something I could handle. I'd become a giant mess.

"Tell me what you want, darlin'."

"I-I need to feel something Dean. Make me feel anything. Please…"

"Your lips look so sexy when they beg." I felt the cool steel press against the tender flesh of my lips. They parted, letting my tongue slip out and cover the blade in a loving lick.

He groaned. Oh god...that deep rumble from within his chest, the way his body pressed harder into mine where I could feel every inch against my backside. I wanted to bend over right then and let him have his way with me but he kept me pinned against him, the blade now against my collarbone. I got a moment of relief when he slipped down my body to pull my pants down and away from me to join the cut material of my cami. Now I only stood before him in nothing but my thin underwear. Our eyes met in the mirror, much like how it did with Seth, but even with a knife in his hand his gaze wasn't near as cruel.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded quickly, not trusting myself to speak.

The next thing I felt was the dig of the blade in my back. They were small, quick marks but I could feel every moment of my skin splitting and the small river of blood sliding down my lower back. I gripped at the sink and let out soft pants. It hurt but it also felt damn good. Every moment he cut into me was a way to forget about the nonsense that was going on inside my head. I felt free. I savored everything as if it would be my last. After about what I thought was 6 marks in my skin I saw Dean settle the blood covered blade between his teeth. The rush of Dean's leather belt escaping the confines of his belt loops filled the space between us. That was before I felt the first crack of it against my skin. I arched my back and cried out, my hands almost losing their grip on the sink.

"Again…" I managed to say through grit teeth.

Unlike Seth, Dean wasn't one to deny me. Several more hits were made across my ass leaving burning and stinging sensations behind. Small droplets of blood dripped onto the red marks making me hiss in pain. I tried to keep my thighs clenched together but the heat pooling between them was becoming overwhelming. A few whimpers slipped out of me as I begged for Dean to satisfy my urges.

"Fuck Lee!" Dean roughly turned my face towards. "Your little whimpers are so fucking hot!"

"I can't help it. It feels so good." I grabbed a fistfull of his hair and crashed our lips together in a furious dance of tongues. He pushed me hard against the wall, probably leaving a smear of blood against the tiles. I fumbled with the zipper of his jeans as we kissed, finally pulling them open and releasing his cock which was already straining against his briefs. He looked down towards our hips which were only millimeters apart now.

"Got to get rid of those." He pointed the blade at my still covered mound. My eyes widened and my breath hitched. I watched as he ghosted the blade over my lace underwear, plotting where to cut. He was mumbling to himself, shaking his head occasionally and poking his tongue out like he always did when he thought long and hard about something. Finally he got the blade underneath the thinnest part and cut it away. The blue lace fell to the floor between us. I looked back up at him and saw the smile that was on his face. He wasted no time after that hiking my legs around his waist and plunging deep inside me. My back arched instantly as I finally felt complete. He was holding me up with one arm, the other was propped against the wall steadying himself into a fast paced rhythm. My hands started at his neck, tugging a bit at the hair there then made their way down to his shoulders. My nails dug into his back and easily broke through his skin. The primal growl that escaped him made me clamp around him, I wanted to be fucked into oblivion. His hips slammed against mine over and over filling me deeper than he ever had before.

"This is what you really wanted huh? To be slammed against the wall and have my dick inside you?!"

"Fuck yes, Dean!" I growled in his ear. My teeth latched onto his shoulder and dug in deep. The metallic tang of his blood splashed into my mouth just before Dean yanked me back by my hair.

He didn't say a word, only carried me over to where the bed was. I expected the plush mattress to hit my back but Dean had other plans. The decorative lamp was knocked off the side table, bursting the lightbulb into small shards. Dean placed me on top of the cool wood table and continued his fevered thrusts. The table slammed into the wall denting it and chipping off bits of paint. I almost hoped that the room next door was vacant so no one heard us. Not that I really cared at this point.

He made quick work of propping my legs onto his shoulders, diving into my at a new angle. His thick head grazed against my spot over and over again and I fought to hold back. My nail dug into the table as my knuckles turned white.

"I-I'm gonna-Fuck!" My orgasm was on the very brink of exploding when Dean pulled out. My legs fell from his shoulders, dangling off the table as I stared at him in disbelief. "w-wha-?"

"That was just fucking. Like I said It only solves half the problem." He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and took out his crushed carton of cigarettes. He set one between his lips then lit it. "You're mad I didn't get you off. You're mad Seth didn't get you off. You're mad that he used you. Do something about it."

My fists clenched at my sides as I pushed myself off the side table. My legs were a bit wobbly but I stood my ground. "You want me to do something about it?" My blood was boiling as Dean just stood there, calm as ever. But I knew inside his mind was planning, calculating, almost as much as mine was. I enjoyed his mind games because I knew in the end it was going to help me not just piss me off even more. I made my way to the bathroom, leaving him a bit confused. I plucked the switchblade from the sink and got a running head start back to spear him to the ground.

Dean cried out as the shards of light bulb pierced his skin but I didn't let him move. I straddled his hips and kept him pinned to the floor. Now it was my turn to smile. With a quick lick the switchblade was clean and I stole the cig from his lips, taking a long slow drag. The ashes were dangling on by a thread and Dean's eyes glared at me.

"You wouldn't dare…"

I shrugged. "You've had worse."

The small sizzle was absolutely satisfying as the cig connected with his skin. Around the burn mark I carved a little heart with the switchblade. Blood poured down his chest and I could feel his nails digging into my thigh. "Ugh! Fuck you!" he hissed.

I grabbed his cock roughly and sat down on it, connecting us again. He tried to move but I clamped my muscles down around him and pressed my hips deeper into his. Slowly, I dragged the tip of the blade across his cheek and smiled. "You know Dean, I'm just...I'm just a sick guy."

Dean's POV

Ohhhh when she fucking said that I almost lost it. It was then that I knew that Leena was absolutely the most perfect woman for me. The right amount of psychotic and caring. And goddamn if she didn't look amazing with that knife in her hand, having her way with my skin. I just wanted to kiss her, tell her that she wasn't stupid for letting Seth get to her, though I had to fucking thank him later. He should piss Leena off more often if it meant that I get to have crazy sex with her after. I saw the smile on her face and looked down to see that she had carved a big "L" into my ribs. I could feel the blood already making a little puddle underneath me but I didn't care. I wanted her to move. Sure, I was busy making sure that she wouldn't cum to soon but damn, my balls were starting to ache.

"Fuckin' Move!" I commanded.

She landed a hard slap across my face. "I'll move when I feel like it."

Grrrr. She was testing my patience (not that I really had any). I took a few deep breaths regaining my composure and just as I had begun to relax she started to bounce. I tossed my head back and held onto her hips tightly, pressing into that sweet spot of hers. That drove her wild. Nothing but curses and screams tumbled from her lips. "Cum already! I wanna fuckin' see you."

Her hand gripped my throat and squeezed with as much force as she could. It started off strong but soon began to waiver as I felt her getting closer and closer. I slammed my hips up into her until I felt her explode all over me. Her entire body seized up and I thought she was gonna break my dick in half with how hard she clenched.

I waited until she relaxed and kissed me. "You're an asshole and I love it."

"Yep, that's me." I replied landing a hard smack to her ass. Hmm...her ass...Unexplored territory. Leena was already cuddling my chest, trying to regain her breath. I shouldn't...but I did still have this huge backed up hard-on. Fuck it. Thats what assholes did.

"Get on the bed, now."

Leena looked at me, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

"You heard me. Get on the bed." I shoved her off me and stood up, making my way to my duffel bag. She looked confused as all hell but she did as I told her, slowly crawling onto the mattress and dirtying the pure white sheets. I sneaked a small bottle of lube out my bag and made my way over to the bed. "All fours, ass up."

"Dean, don't you fucking dare." she warned. I just tossed her a pillow.

"Bite down onto that. Don't want people thinking you're being murdered." She started to kick against me but I pushed her down onto the bed and kicked her legs apart. "This will make you really forget." A few generous drizzles of lube and a couple of small thrusts between her cheeks and my tip was in. The blazing heat and tightness overwhelmed me. I had no idea how Seth used to stand it but I'd have to thank that fucker twice now. Beneath me, Leena clawed at the sheets and screamed into the pillow but her ass was slowly backing up onto my hips. She wanted more and I was ready to give it to her. Slowly but surely I was able to make my way all the way in. I lost it once I was balls deep, thrusting until my body couldn't take it anymore. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head and I cried out in pleasure. Shit…

"Lee?"

…

I gently pushed her hair out from in front of her face and realized she had passed the fuck out. Heh...damn I'm good.

I tapped her face gently trying to wake her up. It was a little too late into that night that I realized we didn't have anything to clean our cuts with. Fucking mid-night trip to Walmart it was. But I wasn't going alone.

"Leena. Wake up."

She stirred a little and opened her eyes. "What…?"

"We need to get some peroxide or alcohol or something and some bandages. I gotta get these lightbulb shards out."

"Ok...go."

I rolled my eyes. "Asshole, you're coming with me."

"Dean, my ass hurts! My everything hurts! I don't want to move!

"Tough titties, Cmon." I picked her up and carried her over to the bathroom. "here's a towel. See if you can get most of the shards out. i don't really care about the blood. I need to get a shirt or something."

"So do I since you cut up my tank top. Have I even stopped bleeding?" She looked down towards her back.

"nah, don't think so. But not like you need stitches either. We'll be fine once we get some stupid bandaids."

"You're starting to get cranky." She giggled.

"Shut up…"She was right and I knew it. I was tired and hungry and sore but I also knew that we shouldn't waste time in cleaning ourselves up. Too many bad experiences before. I didn't want any of that shit happening to Lee. "I'm gonna get some beer and snacks once we get there."

I felt her lips on my shoulder gently caressing the old scars that were there. "I know you will. Let me get some tweezers. That'll probably be better then me trying to pluck the shards out by hand." Leena patted my back and left me in the bathroom while she went to get her tweezers. I was tired and achy just like she was but my mind was racing a mile a minute. I felt different. Maybe different wasn't exactly the word. I had been feeling this way for a while now but I didn't want to admit it. Not to anyone, not even myself. My stomach was in knots ever since I had cum inside her. I felt bad for making her pass out but I did get the chance to look at her, push her hair away from her face and kiss her temple. Her soft breaths escaped her full plush lips and it made my heart race. It felt like it was going to burst out of my chest and that's when I knew…

I was in too fucking deep and the first thought that popped into my head was to run. Run away like I had always done before. It would be safer, not for me but for Leena. And then I realized that that's exactly what she had done. I saw what it did to Roman and Seth. They had crumbled before my very eyes. It wasn't something good to do. Roman and Seth may have forgiven her in the mean time but I knew that she would hold a grudge against me like no other. I ran my fingers through my hair and stared at myself in the mirror. What the fuck was happening to me? This was never supposed to happen.

Leena gently touched my arm that had shards of light bulb in it. I flinched and pulled away from her, taking a step back.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Sit on the toilet ok?"

I was too afraid to say anything. Me, Jon Good, Dean Ambrose, the so called "Lunatic" was afraid to even whisper a word to a woman. But she wasn't just any woman.

When I didn't sit down immediately she guided me to the toilet and set me down gently. I let her and tried to keep my eyes off her gorgeous face or worse, her perfect body. An uncomfortable silence filled the small bathroom. It would only be broken any time she pulled out a shard and I groaned in pain.

"I think i got them all." She said after what felt like an eternity. she poked and prodded a bit making sure that everything was out.

"Yeah...thanks. Let's get going ok?" I stood up quickly and headed towards the bed to pick my pants up from the floor. I took in the scene in the hotel room; a knocked over lamp, blood stained sheets, light bulb shards, a spare switchblade, tussled sheets, congealed blood. A fucking crime scene.

"Babe, you ok?" her voice was gentle. Fuckin' stop that.

"Don't call me babe." No. Shit. I couldn't be an asshole to her now. I wouldn't be like Seth. "I-i mean, I'm not one for pet names, ya know?"

Her deep brown eyes shifted away from me and she didn't say anything else. Slowly, we got dressed and headed out towards the pick up truck I rented. After punching in the nearest Walmart in Columbus we headed out. The ride was silent. I could see her drifting off in the passenger seat beside me. I wanted to hold her hand. I wanted to run. I wanted to kiss her sweet lips again and whisper against her temple. I wanted to ignore her and every last feeling I had for her. All these things I wanted to do and I couldn't bring myself to do any of them…

The parking lot was practically deserted when I pulled up. "Hey...I'll go in and get the stuff. Wanna stay here?"

"Yeah, I'll wait for you." She gave my hand a squeeze before I got out the car. At least I could keep my mind occupied as I perused the aisles. About twenty minutes later, I had a few bags in one hand and a nice cold one in the other. I tapped on the window which made Leena jump up.

"Come on out to the truck bed." I retreated to the back of the truck and saw her peel herself out the car and join me at my side.

"Got any ibuprofen in there?"

"Yup. Turn around." I set my beer down and turned her around, lifting up the stained shirt of mine she had pulled on right before we left.

"Hey...what's gotten into you? Are you pissed at me or something?"

My heart felt guilty. I didn't want her to think any of that. But I had to stay cool. "Nope." Real fuckin' smooth.

Even though she was turned around I could tell she was rolling her eyes at me. The annoyed sigh kind of gave it away too. I tried not to think about it and got out the bottle of peroxide. As soon as the liquid hit her cuts all she did was let out those adorable fucking whimpers again. I didn't need this. But it had to get done. A few gauze pads and bandages later and she was good as knew. Wasn't going to be fun on Raw tomorrow but whatever. What's done was done.

"It's your turn to go through the torture now." Leena said. I sat on the truck bed and nursed my beer. "Come on, take off the jacket."

I still didn't look at her as i shrugged it off, switching hands to hold my beer so I wouldn't really have to let it go. "I know you don't like talking about feelings and shit but you want to let me in on what's got you in a shitty mood? I know it ain't just because you're tired and sore."

"Don't have much to say." I lied and took another sip, fighting back the groan that was bubbling up inside me as the peroxide hit my open wounds.

"No shit, Sherlock. But i literally do not need any shit especially because I came to you to get away from it all." She grabbed my face hard and forced me to look at her. I wanted to turn away and slap her hand off me but her grip was strong. She didn't budge. "Jon."

Fuck. I was in big trouble now.

"It's...it's not anything you did, Lee. It's just shit I'm feeling. You know how you didn't want to deal with your feelings? Well, I don't want to deal with mine. They're driving me insane."

"Then you can ignore them with me. I'll help you." Leena wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed our foreheads together. Our lips were so close and yet…

I pushed her away and got up from the truck bed. "No Leena. Staying around you would just make the feelings worse."

"What? What are you talking about? You want to leave me?" The hurt in her voice tore my heart in two. This wasn't gonna end well no matter how I handled it.

"NO!" I paced furiously between empty parking spaces until it felt like I had worn the soles out on my boots.

"Then what, Dean?! What the fuck is going on!?"

"I'M IN LO-" My phone rang just then, surprising us both. I picked it up, thankful for the save and the distraction but what I heard on the other end wasn't any better. "HELLO?!

"Where the fuck is she?! What the hell happened! I swear to god Dean, I'll kill you!" Roman screamed at me from the other end.

"What the hell are you talking about, Leena's fine."

"Then why are there policemen at your fucking hotel room huh? There's blood everywhere! What did you do!?"

I rubbed my tears ducts and sighed. "We'll be over there in a sec. Calm your tits. We're both fine, in case you were wondering about me at all, jackass."

"What's going on?" Leena asked.

"Police are at my room. Neighbors must've thought I killed you. Go figure."

Roman spewed off more curses in my ear but I didn't feel like dealing with it. I dropped the phone in her hand and got into the truck. "You deal with it. I'm not in the mood."

Leena made her way into the car and whimpered. "Why do I always have to deal with him when he's mad?" I tried to ignore her soothing voice as she talked to him. A bunch of 'babys' and 'i'm sorrys' was all i heard. But no matter how mad I was I was so thankful that I didn't say what I was truly feeling. That I was in love with her...

Thank you to ChelleLew and JxTina for making me want to write some kinky ass shit (as well as some recent stuff in my life but hey that's TMI) Please go check out their stories especially Chelle's Govern Me Goddess series if you're into some other aspects of BDSM (here's to hoping she makes a Seth one soon;) and Tina's just well fucking amazing at smut and has an amazing story called "Frisk Me" where Dean is a hot ass Officer Ambrose. It's what made me want to use the knife!

I've been rewatching some Moxley stuff where he just gets absolutely torn to shreds and I still love it so much. Almost all those matches include lightbulbs and blood so I just had too.

Also sorry (not sorry) that my BDSM might be too hardcore for some people :P