ties in with chapter one of No One Ever Loved.

Roman knew he shouldn't have felt the way he did. He'd gotten a prior warning, he knew Seth had made some bad decisions, but that didn't change the fact that he was still pissed. Seth had made the decision to go down a path that didn't include Roman and Dean. Though it was inevitable, the way he did it was anything but anticipated. So now, not only did Roman had to deal with his own anger, but he had to suffer the brunt of Dean's. Seth hadn't meant half as much to Roman as he did to Dean, so for him to do what he did wasn't as bad for Roman, but what it did to Dean?

Unacceptable.

It was hard for Roman to talk to him. Dean had built some kind of wall around himself, and when Roman tried to communicate with him at all, he'd get little to nothing out of the younger man. Seth hurt them both physically, but he'd hurt Dean emotionally, too. Which was funny - the words 'Dean' and 'emotional' in the same sentence. But the situation they were in gave it a painful sort of reality, and it took the humor away from it in an instant. Roman wasn't sure how to deal with an emotionally damaged and anger-charged Dean, so instead of making one person feel better, he opted to make another person feel like shit.

That other person Roman wanted to speak with happened to be The King Of Kings himself, and they were talking whether or not Hunter wanted to. He had to get past Seth in the process, and thankfully he didn't feel like interacting, so Roman could go back to finding his main target. He had to ask a few people, and got quite a lot of questioning looks, but he finally found Hunter in his makeshift office. The older man was sitting on the couch that had been placed in the office, idly messing with his phone. Roman had half a mind to go sit on Hunter's lap so he really couldn't leave, but he knew what that would lead walked over, after closing the door, and calmly plucked the phone out of Hunter's hand. He placed it on the small table at the end of the couch, crossing his arms and looking down at Hunter once his hands were free.

"Reigns," Hunter sounded tired and unamused, and he looked the same way. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Roman's voice came out in something akin to a hiss. "Why would you make Rollins do that? Of all things, chairs?"

"Ever heard of going out with a bang?" Murderous couldn't begin to describe the look on Roman's pretty face. Hunter kinda liked it. "Honestly, Roman, it was a week ago. And you knew about it, so I'm not sure why you're so angry about it. I had the common decency to warn you, if anything you should be thankful."

"Thankful? For what? Breaking up a perfectly good relationship? Driving the mother of all wedges between my best friend and I?" Roman chuckled and dropped his hands to rest on his hips. "Yeah, I'm real fucking thankful."

"Friendships never last, get used to it." Hunter leaned forward a bit, and spoke a bit quieter. "And, uh, about that relationship thing..."

"Seth and Dean, you moron." Roman muttered, dropping down onto the couch beside (but still away from) Hunter.

"Moron? Now what did I do to deserve that?" Hunter tried his best to lighten the situation, but all he did was get that death glare from Roman again. "Alright, I'm sorry." He says, raising his hands in surrender. "C'mon, get over here." Hunter says after a few tense moments, leaning back on the couch.

It took a few seconds, and a rather suggestive look from Hunter before Roman straddled the older man's lap. Roman was a crossroads; he wanted to be on Hunter's lap, he kinda always did, but he didn't think Hunter deserved the perks that came with it. He did one thing, but that launched a series of other things, and Roman was directly affected. Even so, Roman's feelings for Hunder didn't falter.

See, Roman and Hunter had...a thing. They never really put a name on it because there wasn't a name to describe it. It started the night that Roman first speared Hunter, the younger man had tried to see if Hunter was alright (Hunter was his boss, after all), but Hunter was having none of it. He pinned Roman against a wall - which could go many, many ways - and Roman ended up sucking Hunter off right in that hallway. From that moment on, they'd go to each other just to satisfy their needs.

Until the night of Payback. Something in Hunter just sort of snapped, and when he dragged Roman from The Shield's locker room to his office, Roman though it was something bad. Surprised couldn't even begin to describe how Roman felt when Hunter laid him down in the couch in his office, and actually made fucking love to him. Hunter never said too much about it after that, but he did seem a lot...nicer. Sweet, almost. He kept Roman around, and not just for sex. It was a strange, strange occurence, but Roman never complained. He was getting fucked, and getting loved, so who was he protest?

Sneaking around became their biggest problem. Well, that and trying to pinpoint what they were, exactly. They werent quite serious enough to be dating, but they weren't quite loose enough to be fuck buddies (Roman had Hunter whipped, even if he didn't want to admit it). Roman threw out 'lovers' at one point, seeing as it was a lot less charged and as 'boyfriends,' but Hunter quickly dismissed it. So, for the moment, they were less-than-boyfriends-more-than-fuck-buddies and it was great.

"So, you're angry at me, huh?" Hunter asked, his hands sliding up Roman's thighs. All he got was a shrug, Roman refusing to look him in the eye. "Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

Roman's eyes drifted up to meet Hunter's, and the older man could see the beginnings of a smile playing on Roman's lips. "Maybe..." Roman said quietly, gripping Hunter's tie and pulling him a bit closer.

At some point, Hunter's eyes had drifted down to Roman's lips, and he looked back up when he realized they had stopped moving. Roman raised a challenging eyebrow, a smirk forming on those perfect lips of his, and Hunter didn't hesitate to lean forward and kiss the man in his lap. Roman let go of Hunter's tie, one hand wrapping around the back of his neck, and the other on his shoulder. Hunter's own hands, which had been resting on Roman's legs, had moved up to grip Roman's hips, and he pulled the younger man up against him. The softest, most uncharacteristic noise came out of Roman's mouth, and Hunter couldn't help but smirk at how easily he got Roman going. Hunter pulled away not long after, but not before softly biting Roman's lower lip and earning another breathy whimper.

"Still angry?" Hunter asked, earning a shake of the head. "That's my boy." He smiled, and Roman rolled his eyes.

"That's a mood killer," Roman muttered, lifting off of Hunter's lap and sitting next to him. "Please don't say that anymore."

"Why?" Hunter asked. "I don't think there's anything wrong with it."

"That's what a dad says to their son after they win a baseball game or somethin'," Roman crosses his arms over his chest and leans back on the couch. "You don't say that when you're, like, about to have sex. It's kinda weird."

"So, what I'm hearing is..." Hunter trails off and slips an arm around Roman's waist. He leans down a bit, his lips grazing over Roman's ear. "If it say it enough, you'll call me daddy." Hunter whispers the last part, pressing a soft kiss to Roman's temple soon after.

Roman would deny that he shivered, but for the record, he did. "In your dreams," He mutters, lightly shoving Hunter away.

"Oh, trust me, I'll be dreaming of that." Hunter moved back over to Roman, wrapping both arms around the younger man's waist and pulling him onto his lap once more. Roman gave him a puzzled look, but Hunter just shrugged and pulled Roman closer. "My lap was getting cold," He mumbles, moving in to kiss Roman's neck.

Roman sighed and tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck fully to Hunter. He knew a smart-ass remark wasn't fit for that moment, but that wasn't stopping him. "Is that a shitty way of saying I'm hot?"

Hunter laughed, and Roman could feel him smile against his neck. "It could be," Hunter says, going back to his prior task. He went from peppering soft, barely-there kisses along Roman's neck to biting and sucking harsh, purple-red marks onto the tan skin, eliciting moans and growls of, "Don't fucking mark me," from Roman. That only spurred Hunter further, and every mark from then on was made a little darker, and sucked on a bit harder. Hunter reached up and blindly grabbed for Roman's neat bun, quickly (and roughly) undoing the younger man's hair and letting it fall over his shoulders. He pulled away from Roman's neck, admiring his work for a second before looking Roman in the eye. For such a big, dominant guy, Roman sure knew how to beg to be fucked without actually speaking. "Fuckin' beautiful..." Hunter growled, unzipping Roman's vest and pushing it off his shoulders before all but ripping the tank top underneath off.

"'M not beautiful," Roman mumbled, pulling Hunter's suit jacket off and tossing it somewhere in the room. "Making me feel all girly and shit. It's bad enough I let you fuck me." He went to unbutton Hunter's shirt, but the older man pushed his hands away.

"No, no, this is about you, alright? You were angry, remember?" Hunter said sternly, looking Roman dead in the eye as he undid the younger man's belt. "And, for the record, you are beautiful." Hunter smiled softly and Roman's jaw locked, but Hunter could see his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He was fucking blushing, and fuck if Hunter wanted to have his way with Roman right then and there.

Roman squirmed a bit as Hunter's gaze on him never faltered, and somewhere in his slightly flustered haze he heard his belt hitting the ground. "If you're gonna do something, fuckin' do it," Roman growled out, earning a low chuckle and a hard slap on the ass. He let out a deep groan and let his head fall onto Hunter's shoulder, finally realizing how painfully hard he was. The smack hurt, but Roman's cock twitched at the contact.

"I was getting to that," Hunter muttered, his hand that wasn't on Roman's ass drifting up to palm Roman's cock through his pants. "Already so hard, and I haven't done a damn thing yet," Hunter chuckled, unbuttoning and unzipping Roman's pants. He stroked Roman through his all-too-tight boxers before pulling his hard cock out, and Hunter heard Roman gasp sharply as the cool air came in contact with his aching hardness.

Roman's arms had wrapped tightly around Hunter's broad shoulders, his fingers digging into the hard muscle beneath the thin dress shirt. His face was buried in Hunter's neck, and he'd press desperate, sloppy kisses against it when he wasn't moaning Hunter's name. "Fucking hell..." Roman breathed out, a deep, smooth groan escaping his lips soon after, and Hunter just chuckled and and stroked Roman's cock a bit faster.

Hunter kissed Roman's bare shoulder, and couldn't help but smirk at the slight shiver he felt go through Roman. "You like that, huh?" He growled, Roman nodding against his neck. It was almost funny how easily Hunter could tell younger man was close, just by feeling his muscles tensing and his little kisses turn to hard bites. Not to mention his usually deep moans had turned into pathetic whimpers. Hunter could feel Roman bucking into his hand, and he squeezed lightly, enjoying the whining moan he earned.

"Shit, Hunt, I'm so fucking close..."

"Hunter? You in there? Gotta talk to you about something."

Two heads turned towards each other, grey and brown eyes snapping wide open. Roman wrapped a hand around Hunter's wrist in an attempt to make him stop jerking him off. He began to push off of Hunter's lap, deciding against getting caught on the boss' lap, and receiving a handjob from said boss, by Randy Orton of all people. Why did he have to choose then? Why couldn't he have just popped up after Roman came?

"Kinda busy right now, Randy..." Hunter called out, beginning to stroke Roman once more, fucking smiling as Roman's blunt nails dug into his wrist. The younger man let out a strangled groan and let his head fall not Hunter's shoulder.

"Hunter, it's important. I'll be quick, I swear!"

Hunter stopped stroking Roman's cock, earning a whine from the Samoan man. He looked down at where Roman's head was still resting on his shoulder, and gave him a weak smile. "He said he'll be quick," Hunter said softly, moving Roman off his lap and sitting him on the couch. "The second he's gone, I'll get you off, okay?"

Roman nodded and began situating himself. He managed to get his hard member back in his pants with little resistance, but he couldn't move without some kind of stimulation occurring. He pulled on his vest and put his hair in a messy low-bun. "Hey, what about this?" Roman asked, holding up his ripped tank top.

"Just throw it somewhere," Hunter answered before opening the door and letting Randy in. "What'd you want, Orton?"

"I wanted to talk to you about..." Randy trailed off as he spotted Roman, raising an eyebrow. "Why's he in here?"

"Looking for Rollins, came to me and acted like a little bitch," Hunter spat, eyeing Roman with feigned disgust. Roman gave him a disgusted look right back, and Randy seemed convinced.

Until he saw the belt.

"Who's belt is that?"

"No one."

"Hunter, why the fuck do you have a belt on your floor?" Randy looked from Hunter, to the belt, and back to Hunter before settling his gaze on Roman. "Stand up."

Roman raised a challenging eyebrow. "Why?"

"Just fucking do it, Reigns," Hunter barked, and Roman stood, his belt-less cargo pants hanging low on his hips, and Hunter wanted to just jump him right there.

Realization seemed to hit Randy, all of the little pieces falling into place. "You two are..."

"Say anything to anyone and you're fired, got it?" Hunter said, earning a nod. "Now leave." Randy scurried out the door, and Hunter turned towards Roman. "Lay down."

Roman did just that, but not before stripping off his vest and throwing it on the ground. Hunter kneeled between Roman's parted legs, and unbuttoned and unzipped Roman's pants in record time. "Fuckin' Orton...gotta ruin everything," He muttered, yanking both Roman's pants and underwear down to his mid-thighs. "But you're still hard. You're just a little slut, aren't you? Getting off on me doing nothing." Hunter's hand wrapped around Roman's cock once more and began stroking.

Roman moaned lightly and wrapped a hand around the back of Hunter's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "You're hot when you're the boss." Roman breathed out, arching his back as Hunter leaned down and licked over a nipple. "Fuck, Hunt..." Roman whined.

Hunter knew his boy was close. He had to be. He figured it was hard enough - no pun intended - hiding a hard-on while in the presence of someone that wasn't Hunter, so Hunter wasn't going to tease Roman at all. He moved down and gave Roman one last little smile before taking the head of Roman's hard dick into his mouth. Roman cried out, and Hunter found a sick sort of pleasure in watching Roman writhe around helplessly. He pinned Roman's hips down and took the younger man's cock almost all the way into his mouth, his eyes locked onto Roman's pretty face the whole time. That seemed to have been the straw that broke the camel's back, because when Hunter moved his mouth back up and gave one good, hard suck to the head of Roman's cock, Roman released with something akin to a howl.

Back arching almost violently, eyes squeezed shut, one hand gripping the couch while the other rested on the back of Hunter's head, and Hunter was sure that he'd never seen anything more beautiful. After greedily swallowing every last drop that Roman had to offer, he pressed one last kiss to the super-sensitive head, dragging a tired whimper from Roman. Hunter leaned up to kiss Roman's lips, his tongue tangling almost instantly with the younger man's in a lazy, fluid dance. Roman moaned as he tasted himself on Hunter's tongue.

Hunter pulled away after a few breathless moments, smiling softly at the blissed-out look on Roman's face. "You good?" He asks, brushing a few stray hairs off Roman's face.

"Mhm," Roman mumbled, a tired smile making it's way onto his face. "Dean is so driving tonight."

Hunter just chuckled and helped Roman sit up, handing him his clothes and watching him dress. He pulled Roman to him and gave him one last kiss before the younger man left his office.

wasnt that fun? but really, this was my first sex scene i've ever written, so i apologize for the awkwardness and the lack of details. reveiews are welcomed with open arms!