A/N: this is a bit off the beaten path for me. Hope you like it girlie!

Dean stormed through the door. He was pissed. He had gotten real sick real quick of the storyline. He hated being dominated. There was only one man who could fill that role. And his name was not Hunter Hemsley. Dean plopped down and flicked on the tv.

"Hey baby." Dean flat out ignored his lover as he entered the room. Roman knew how temperamental the blonde could be. And he had been moody since losing his title the night before. Roman knew that that title meant something to Dean. Without it Dean didn't feel good enough.

"What's wrong baby?" Roman looked at him.

"Fuck off." Roman didn't flinch at his lover's language. He was used to it. His heart went out to his hurting lover. That title loss hit him hard.

Roman reached out and stroked through his messy curls. Dean huffed but didn't move.

"Wanna talk to me baby?" Dean looked at Roman, met the sympathetic eyes. He just shrugged. His body language said it all. Roman pulled Dean close in for a kiss. Dean sighed and let Roman kiss him. Roman kissed across Deans jawline and down his neck to the base of his throat. Deans eyes drifted closed. Roman smiled against the crook of his neck.

"Suddenly in a better mood are we?" Roman's hot breath tickled him and he shivered. Roman returned to Dean's lips and kissed him soundly. Deans hands moved up to rest on Roman's strong shoulders. Without him wanting them to, tears slid down his face.

Roman pulled Dean into his lap and kissed away the tears.

"I love you. And no matter what is or isn't around your waist, I always will." Dean's azure eyes met with Roman's ever changing ones. Dean was always mesmerized and amazed to see the overwhelming love in those orbs.

He relaxed instantly and let Roman hold him. He felt at home in the safe harbor that Roman's arms had become. Never had he felt safer.

Roman shifted so that they were laying on the large couch side by side. Dean preoccupied himself with the beautiful ink on his lover's arm and casually laid next to him.

Roman always knew just what Dean needed and tonight was no exception. He toppled Dean and hovered over him. He put enough of his weight on the smaller man to let him know he wasn't going anywhere. Roman grinned.

"Feeling better?" He teased before leaning down and nipping at Dean's exposed neck. Roman slipped his thigh between Dean's and grinned again when he felt the pressing hardness. Dean's eyes darkened and he pulled the Samoan closer.

Roman hovered over his lover before crashing down and kissing him harshly. He laid virtually on top on the blonde, leaving him only enough room to breathe. He could feel Dean's heart pounding hard against his own. He met Roman's eyes, saw the lust that overpowered his own. Roman's eyes suddenly softened and he looked down at his physically and emotionally suffering lover. Dean unconsciously whimpered.

"No. This is about you." Roman gently took Dean in his arms again and settled him on his chest. Dean craned his head to look up at Roman in curiosity. He'd never stopped like that before.

Roman moved again and slid his hands down Dean's back to rest at the base of his spine. As much as they both wanted and enjoyed the sex, Roman knew what Dean needed: love. Roman worked out the kinks there and moved his way back up Dean's spine, soothing aching muscles and relaxing the tension as he went. When he got to Dean's neck, Dean yawned. That always relaxed him enough for sleep. Using Roman's strong chest for a pillow, he yawned again and settled down. Roman grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and spread it over them.

"Sleep my love. I love you," was the last thing Dean heard as he succumbed to exhaustion and the warmth of this lover's body.