A/N: So here's an Ambreigns story that has become a plot bunny in my head for a very long time. I'm not a new wrestling fan, as i have been following it since i was about five but ambreigns is the best slash otp, so why not write about them. It's multi chapter, and it's full of sadness, and love and i hope you love it and review.

"I'm so glad to see you back here man. Looking better than ever i might add." Seth put his hands on Dean's shoulder, smiling softly. It had been five years since he'd been there. Five years since he walked through the doors of WWE, five years since he laced up his boots for the McMahon family dynasty and five years since he actually been allowed back. He did some things on the road that were unfavorable a few years ago and it got him into tons of trouble. Ultimately he was released from WWE and things just weren't the same from there.

At least that's the reason everyone from the guys in the locker room to every fan believed. Truth was... that was only half the story. The truth was... him. No. Dean said to himself. He wouldn't bring him up. Not anymore. Not like he used too. He hated him, he almost destroyed his career, his life. He couldn't stand him. He couldn't stand Roman Reigns.

"It's good to be back. I miss the air around here, and i missed you, Seth. I really did." Dean gave Seth a quick playful slap on the cheek and he smiled, giving Dean a hug. Dean ruffled Seth's now all black hair and waved him off as he walked to the locker room. He opened his locker putting his wrestling stuff in it. Taking off his shirt he crunched down, sitting on the bench. His curly brown hair pushed back by his clean fingers, he sighs. They were in Madison Square Garden.

It was pure irony because that's where he was last when he got fired five years back. Manhattan. The big time. That's also where he was when he last saw him. He shut his eyes trying to erase the memory of their last encounter from his head, but the more he tried to fight it, the clearer the memory became. The more he tried to unsee it, the more it seemed to scratch and claw it's way to the surface. He couldn't stop it. It popped into his head.

"I'm marrying her, Dean. I... i love her." Roman said to him. They both just got finished fucking each other's brains out and then he goes and says this. It was like he lived to play with his emotions. He lived to hurt him. Dean couldn't stand it.

He sat up, putting on his white tank top and his basketball shorts. The silence deafening in the room. "I can't keep doing this, i can't keep having sex with you and her and I'm cheating on her with you and it just isn't making sense anymore... i don't know why i did this in the first place. I don't want to lose you as a friend, Dean. We just took it too far. I.. took it too far." Roman sat up next to him, a sweaty mess he was. His hair, long brown locks filled with so much water it looked like it was glistening off of his head. Dean breathed in, and out, in and then out again. He knew what was going to happen next. It wasn't going to be pretty, in fact it was going to be down right ugly.

"Fuck you." Dean said out right.

"What?" Roman got up, putting on his sweats, meeting Dean half way across the room. The two men stood face to face, Dean clenching his jaw for dear life.

"I said fuck you. You're a coward, Roman. A coward. A fucking coward. You sit there and fucking act like i made you do this shit, like i made you fucking gay or something. You're nothing but a fucking coward, and i hope you enjoy your marriage, and i hope she knows that when she blows you..." Dean was about to take it too far... he knew it but he couldn't help himself, he wanted to hurt Roman as much as he was hurting on the inside because of him. "...That you close your eyes real tight, and it's because you're imagining me there. You're going to be fucking her and thinking of me. Always. You bitch-" before he could finish saying his last word Roman punches him right in the eye.

Dean falls back shocked, and punches him back, right before spearing him down on the bed. The two men go to blows and attack each other wildly. Their love for each other quickly fading fast with each blow. Curses and punching thrown heavily before Dean traps Roman's hand above his head. Roman fights but instead of attacking him again Dean just stops, and gets up, falling down to the floor of the hotel room.

"I'm done with you." Roman says, as he gets up and walks out.

Dean opens his eyes, remembering those last words that Roman uttered to him. It still haunted him, how they fought, how they did ended it. He never let it go. He would never let it go. He sighed thinking about how messed up it all was. How crazy in love he was with a guy. How they fell for each other so quickly, how lust turned into love. He often wondered if he made the right choice to leave. He wouldn't say yes or no, he wouldn't say a word. Then they would all know. They would all see just how 'unstable' Dean Ambrose really was.

He unbuckled his belt then slid his pants and boxers down. Walking over he got a towel from the front of the locker room, wrapping it around his waist. He was bulky this time around, a couple of years ago he went back down to his Moxley weight because of depression. He was better now though, ready and able. He was about to walk into the showers when he heard a bag drop near his locker.

"Dean." The voice was so familiar. So clear cut and contrite. He closed his eyes, not able to turn around just yet. "Uhh.." the voice uttered. "Ok then." The man set his stuff down next to Dean's and took off his shirt. Dean finally turned around and saw him.

His body only gotten better with age. His tattoos way more prominent than they were before. He was looking good. Dean licked his lips, thank god the other man didn't see that. "Roman." Dean said quietly. He didn't know why he said it that way. He was fragile when it came to him.

Roman turns around and brushes his hands through his hair, giving him a sweet side smile. "Bro it's great to see you!" Roman comes over to him and hugs him softly. He smelled so good. Dean thought to himself. As they pulled away from the hug Dean found himself smiling. He didn't think seeing him again was going to be this... joyful.

"Wow hey man." Dean says, "I umm...i missed you." Roman just hugs him again, not saying a word. Dean hugs him back, resting his head on his shoulder. They stayed like that for at least two minutes. In a hug so tight that they were practically squeezing on each other.

Dean didn't want to move, and neither did Roman. But dean being well Dean tried to push the boundaries a bit. His fingertips scanned Roman's back softly, just to see what he would do. Roman closed his eyes, it was only a touch but it sent shivers into his entire being. In return, Roman left his hand on the small of Dean's back, and he squeezed. Dean closed his eyes, remembering that's what Roman did when he wanted him. He would squeeze him. The two men parted, Roman looking at Dean up and down and Dean doing the same.

"Roman i..." Dean started to say..

"Hey don't worry about it. It was me too." Dean nodded, so he did feel it too. The flame of desire building up inside of both of them. Quickly, Dean moves towards him, letting his towel drop. Roman groans in pleasure trying not to get hard in this very moment from a very naked Dean Ambrose.

Roman closes his eyes, and breathes out softly, "Dean, i'm married."