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(Breathe)
Roman felt all the air leave his lungs as his back slammed violently against the ring turnbuckle, so hard that a couple of tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
Damn, how he hated being hit with those damn bucklebombs.
He tried desperately to gasp for air as he fell to his knees on the mat with a loud thud, but the hand that immediately pulled his hair viciously prevented him from catching his breath, as the owner quickly started dragging him across the ring.
(Breathe for me, omega, come on)
Roman tried to defend himself with a couple of punches, but the burning in his lungs and the constant tugging to his hair had him feeling a little dizzy and disoriented.
On top of that, he could hear the roar of the crowd hammering in his ears, cheering so loudly that the arena seemed to shake with their screams every time it looked like Roman was about to lose. The chants of «omega, you can't wrestle» were also difficult to ignore, but Roman did his best to block them from his mind in order to focus on the match. By now, he was more than used to the sexist chants the crowd directed at him every time he stepped into the ring.
However, what he couldn't ignore was the hand resting between his shoulder blades after his body fell over the mat thanks to a superkick, pressing him down so hard as his opponent's weight compressed his lungs to force him to stay face down.
“Stay down, omega.”
Roman had to bite his lower lip to keep from letting out the whimper that bubbled up in his throat when he heard that order, feeling his brain going into a state of panic as it registered the alpha command his opponent had used on him.
No. No. No. He shouldn't obey; he couldn't let this alpha take advantage of his omega biology to win unfairly.
However, his body thought otherwise almost automatically, going limp on the mat as he was put in a headlock, cutting off his breath again. Roman gasped desperately for air, fighting the urge to obey that clawed at the base of his skull and kept his body relaxed against his will in his opponent's arms.
But how could you turn off instinct? How could you defy nature? How, as an omega, could you reject the biological impulses to obey an alpha command even if it went against your will?
“Stop fighting, omega,” his opponent growled, using his alpha command again directly into Roman’s ear. “Stay down for your alpha and take the pin like a good omega.”
If he could, Roman would have laughed ironically at the situation. Because wasn't life full of ironies? It almost seemed like a joke how this man was now using his alpha command to torment him, when just months ago he was using it for the exact opposite.
(“Stay down for your alpha, Ro.”
Roman groaned, arching his back and closing his eyes tightly as he felt his alpha's cock push into his hole again and again, filling him inch by inch to the hilt with each thrust.
He felt pleasure wash over his body in waves that ran from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, leaving him breathless and docile on the mattress.
He knew that alpha commands weren't only to show dominance and subdue another person; he had studied it hundreds of times in high school biology classes, but no one had ever told him that they could also be used during sex, or that it felt so damn good when you were about to be knotted.
“Oh, fuck, just there”
Definitely, no one had ever told him that an alpha command could feel this good.
“Pleasepleaseplease—” he whimpered, digging his fingers into his alpha's solid shoulders, a couple of tears catching on the tips of his eyelashes. “Knot me, please? Knot me,” he begged, almost breathless, feeling his alpha's length plunge into the warm tightness of his ass, stretching him open until Roman thought that cock would split him wide.
“You want my knot, Ro?” his alpha whispered, running his wet tongue over Roman's scent gland, licking the mating bite imprinted on his skin. “You want your alpha to fill you so full that your body will have no choice but to absorb my seed and make you pregnant?”
“Yes, alpha, yes!” Roman babbled, throwing his head back on the pillow and exposing his throat meekly as he felt the base of his Alpha's cock begin to swell and stretch the rim of his hole.
“Then… take my knot, omega.”
Roman nodded desperately, gasping loudly as he struggled to keep his head up and look his alpha in the eyes in the exact moment he felt the knot pop and lock them together.
“Shhh, breathe for me, Ro”
“Seth, oh, fuck!” he cried out, reaching orgasm with the image of Seth Rollins' satisfied smile etched into his pupils.)
“Just give up, Reigns” Seth's mocking voice snapped him out of his memories as he tightened his arm around Roman's neck.
“No, Seth, fuck you,” Roman growled, shaking violently just as the effect of the alpha command wore off his mind.
With effort, he moved his arm into the right angle to deliver a hard elbow strike to Seth's ribs and immediately heard Seth's pained gasp, feeling the hold around his head loosen.
When air flowed normally through his lungs again, Roman quickly stood up, ignoring the dizziness that shook the world around him before connecting a superman punch to Seth's face when Seth stood up to try to chase him.
It was the adrenaline rushing through his bloodstream at that moment that urged his feet to keep moving and approach Seth's body —which had finally fallen to the mat after Roman's brutal superman punch— to cover him and make the pin.
1, 2...
Seth kicked out, breaking the three count.
Roman growled in frustration, completely exhausted. They had been at it for at least twenty minutes, in a back-and-forth battle that neither was willing to give up, and although Roman usually had incredible stamina for matches longer than this one, the fatigue of not only dealing with Seth physically but mentally as well was taking its toll on him.
Still, giving up was not an option, so he crawled across the ring to put some distance between himself and Seth, before quickly getting back on his feet and leaning against the turnbuckle, looking through the messy curtain of his hair at Seth, who was also watching him from the other side of the ring with a look full of loathing.
Roman felt his chest tighten under that gaze, feeling physically affected by Seth's rejection as he growled menacingly at Roman’s direction, fangs bared and all.
His former mate was looking at him with such contempt, such hatred, as if Roman were nothing more than an insignificant stone in his path.
(Roman blushed furiously when he noticed Seth's gaze across the gym, but he still tried to hide his embarrassment and pretend he didn't notice how Seth seemed to devour him with his eyes.
But as training progressed, Seth's interest in Roman only became more apparent, to the point that even Dean —who was caught in the middle of this weird tension by accident— ended up noticing it.
“So, you and Rollins?” Dean asked with a mischievous smile (taking advantage of the fact that Rollins was busy chatting with Ryback) as he tried to catch his breath after finishing his routine.
“Uh? What are you talking about?” Roman muttered, almost scandalized, pretending to be deeply focused on his routine to avoid looking Dean in the eye.
The blond alpha chuckled.
“Come on, uce, don't treat me like an idiot,” Dean snorted in an amused tone as he sat down on the nearest bench to watch Roman closely. “Anyone with eyes can see that he wants to fuck you and that you want him to fuck you.”
“Ambrose!” Roman exclaimed, almost breathless, stopping his push-ups to glare at the alpha.
“What? Even Sheamus has asked me what's going on between you two, and you know that guy doesn't usually get involved in other people's business,” Dean laughed, licking his lower lip with an arrogant expression.
Roman opened his mouth, trying to defend himself against the accusation, but ended up closing his mouth with an exasperated snort.
Dean had him there, the bastard.
“So?” Dean insisted, raising his eyebrows quickly.
“So nothing, uce. We’re just friends, like you and me. Or like you and him.” Roman shrugged, trying to downplay it.
Dean rolled his eyes in exasperation.
“Well, I don't look at you like I'm going to knot you at any damn moment,” Dean snorted, but he immediately seemed to reconsider his own words as he looked at him up and down. “Although I don't dislike the idea,” he added, in a flirty tone, just to tease. “But we've been together as a team for over three months and the tension is becoming unbearable, uce. You guys should do something about it before you end up fucking in my face. Although, again, I wouldn't dislike that.”
“You're a disgusting idiot,” Roman complained, before finishing his last set of push-ups. “But, I don't know, don't you think everything could get messed up if we start... dating? I mean, you're with us all the time, aren't you going to feel uncomfortable? Or worse, what if our relationship affects the group dynamic in the ring?” he muttered, dropping heavily next to Dean on the bench, feeling a lump of anxiety rise in his throat.
“Hey, uce,” Dean put a hand on his shoulder, patting him in an attempt to comfort him. "Don't worry about that shit, okay? You said it yourself, I'm with you guys all the time and you're like my brothers now, so nothing's going to change just because you two start kissing in front of me. And about our performance in the ring... We're talking about Rollins here, that bastard would rather shoot himself in the foot than mess up our work for personal stuff, he's our architect for a reason."
Roman bit his lower lip, but ended up nodding slowly, choosing to believe Dean's words.
“You're right. Thanks, uce, I think I was driving myself crazy for overthinking about it,” he admitted, with a small, shy smile on his lips. Dean quickly returned it, showing his dimples. “Thank God I have you by my side, you're awesome.”
“Why is Ambrose awesome?” Seth interrupted, immediately joining them on the bench, looking at them curiously.
“Duh, because it's me, man,” Dean quickly lied, with a huge, bright smile, as he stood up quickly. “Well, I'm leaving, I have something to ask Breeze, bye!”
Roman had to bite his tongue to keep from cursing Dean's undisguised ass out loud, before turning his attention back to Seth, who was staring at him intently.
“Uh, hi, Seth,” he said, feeling his cheeks flush immediately as he looked Seth directly in the eyes. “I was wondering if...”
“Do you wanna date me, Ro?”
Roman froze for several seconds, completely shocked.
He definitely hadn't expected this to happen so easily. But, apparently, the only complicated thing about it had been his own overthinking ass.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” he replied, sighing more relaxed and smiling shyly at the alpha.
Seth, for his part, smiled back immediately, his big brown eyes giving Roman the most smitten look he had ever received in his whole life.)
The look of hatred Seth was giving him ignited a fury in Roman after the initial sadness disappeared.
So, determined to end this matter once and for all, Roman stepped away from the turnbuckle, stood up to his full height, and let out a raw roar that tore through his throat, before running towards Seth, ready to split him in half with a spear.
However, Seth seemed to have been expecting that, as he quickly cut his attack with a kick to the chest, stopping Roman abruptly and effectively. A groan of pain escaped Roman's mouth at the impact to his already bruised ribs, but he didn't let that slow him down, quickly slapping Seth across the face in a way that probably echoed throughout the whole stadium. However, that was obviously not enough to stop Seth, and almost instantly, Seth returned the favor with a perfect enzuigiri to the jaw, sending him to the ground in a quick sequence that would probably go viral on the internet in a few hours.
Immediately, he felt Seth's weight on top of him, covering him, so he broke the three count as fast as he could, throwing Seth's body off his own as he tried to catch his breath.
“Damn it,” he heard Seth growl, and Roman had to bite his tongue to keep from whimpering when Seth's scent, intense like a newly lit campfire, reached his nose.
Oh, he could feel Seth's anger in every note of that scent. Seth was furious, very furious, and Roman's instinct were screaming for him to surrender and please his alpha so he would stop being angry at him, but his rational side knew he couldn't allow Seth to keep taking advantage of the bond that still tied them together (unfortunately for him, Roman couldn't believe it hadn't broken after all those months apart), so he shook his head to dispel the buzzing his instinct was emitting deep in his mind and stood up.
He prepared to throw a superman punch and spear combo, but just as he stepped forward to lunge at Seth's body, a hand around his ankle sent him face-first onto the mat with a loud thud, before the bell rang loudly throughout the arena announcing the disqualification of the match.
And when Roman looked back, Jamie and Joey's malicious smiles greeted him with insolence.
Oh, fuck J&J security, by the way.
Roman tried to kick them away from him, but he knew the betas' interference had been premeditated when a hand —Seth's hand —got tangled in his hair again, pulling him back to the center of the ring.
“Let me go, damn it,” Roman growled, grabbing Seth’s wrist in an attempt to break free, but that only caused Seth to pull harder on his hair.
“Shut up,” Seth commanded, before punching him in the face, shaking Roman’s world around him.
Roman clenched his jaw, unable to disobey Seth's alpha command, so he mentally prepared himself for the beating that was coming.
A barrage of kicks and punches rained down on him almost immediately, with three different pairs of boots —and even the damn MITB briefcase— hitting his ribs and legs nonstop, while the crowd roared with excitement at Roman's public humiliation, loving every damn second of this handicap attack against the fans' least favorite omega.
However, just when Roman thought he was going to pass out from the pain, the shrill sound of a bass he knew all too well echoed throughout the arena, stopping the attack from Seth and his stupid minions immediately.
The last thing Roman registered before a fucking brawl broke out above his head was a hoarse, angry shout breaking the air and the intense smell of whiskey flooding the ring.
Dean.
[...]
Roman sighed heavily as he pressed an ice pack against his just-bandaged ribs. That had been a hell of a match. Damn.
He closed his eyes, exhausted, as he leaned his head back against the sofa where he was sitting, trying to relax for even a second.
“How are you feeling, uce?” Dean asked in a soft voice —something odd for him, because he never spoke that softly— as he paced back and forth across the room, clearly still with traces of adrenaline in his system. “Does it hurt a lot?”
“A little, but not as bad as I expected,” Roman laughed, opening his eyes and watching how the alpha was removing the dirty tapes from his hands. “It definitely would have been worse if you hadn’t come out to help me, so thanks,” Roman mumbled, with a shy smile.
Dean snorted, rolling his eyes.
“I wasn't going to let that dirty weasel break your rib or something, uce,” Dean huffed, stopping his anxious pacing and looking at Roman with a slight trace of concern. “It was bad enough that he almost split my skull open on those cinder blocks, so I can’t let him hurt you that badly. Enough pain—Enough pain you’re going through because of the bond,” Dean muttered, his voice coming out hoarse through his clenched teeth.
Roman sighed, agreeing with him.
If anyone knew firsthand all the suffering he had experienced in the last two months, it was Dean. The poor alpha had witnessed the sleepless nights, the inconsolable crying in the bathrooms at the arenas, the physical pain caused by the distance between him and the alpha to whom he was still bonded.
It had been a shitty couple of months, and Dean had been there, watching everything in silence, unable to do anything but curse Seth's name and hug Roman in a futile attempt to comfort him.
The separation between an alpha and omega who still shared a bond was even worse than experiencing a broken bond, not because it was more painful, but because they could still feel each other, they were still connected, but Seth would still openly and constantly reject him.
He hated it. Fuck, he hated it so much.
“Ro, can I ask you something?” Dean murmured, tossing the dirty hand tapes into the nearest trash can before taking a seat next to Roman.
“Sure.”
“Did he do... something to you? I mean, did he do something to you today?” Dean whispered, looking at him with his small blue eyes full of concern.
“Uh? What do you mean?” Roman asked, confused.
"It's just... You looked weird. During the match. There was a moment where you stayed down on the mat for too long, and, I don't know, I got worried. I almost ran out to interrupt the match right then and there," Dean confessed, sounding embarrassed.
Roman blinked, his jaw dropping for a second.
Oh, so it really looked that bad on the broadcast. Damn. Could his life get any worse?
"Well, uh, he used... He used his alpha command on me. During the match," Roman said, feeling terribly embarrassed.
Dean's face immediately turned red, and Roman had to grab his arm to keep him from running out of the locker room.
“I'm going to kill him.”
“Ambrose, calm down!” Roman scolded him, forcing him to sit down next to him again.
“That's prohibited, Roman! He can't and shouldn't use his alpha command during a match, it's in the rules!” Dean exclaimed furiously, trying to free himself from Roman's grip.
“I know, I know! But it's over now, Dean, seriously, I'm fine,” he assured him, looking the alpha in the eyes.
“You should let me break his neck, or at least report him to the boss,” Dean growled, although it was clear that he had relaxed under Roman's pleading gaze.
Roman sighed and shook his head, looking resigned.
“It's pointless, Dean,” he confessed, feeling his chest tighten painfully. “As long as he and I are bonded, I won't be able to escape his alpha commands or his stupid pheromones that force me to submit,” he growled, still remembering his body pressed against the mat against his will.
Dean growled furiously but didn't say another word. Roman thought that maybe the matter would be settled at that point, since there was nothing they could do about it anyway. However, after a couple of long seconds in silence, Dean spoke again.
“That means that if you break the bond with Seth, he could never use his alpha command on you again?” Dean whispered, looking thoughtful.
Roman frowned.
“I'm not sure that's how it works, to be honest,” Roman huffed, but he allowed himself to analyze it for a moment. “I mean, the only way to break the bond is if another alpha claims me, and that’s not going to happen. But if it did, Seth’s alpha commands would no longer have any effect on me, because we would no longer be bonded and he wouldn’t be my alpha anymore,” he mused, looking thoughtful.
Dean's expression lit up and his frown turned into a big, bright smile.
“So, mating with another alpha is gonna free you from the pain and everything else caused by Seth's rejection?”
“Uh, I don't know, I guess so,” Roman shrugged, not knowing what Dean was trying to imply.
“Roman, and what if I mate you?”
“What?!” Roman exclaimed, standing up so quickly that he felt a sharp pain shoot through his ribs. “Damn it,” he groaned, holding his ribs with one hand. “Have you lost your mind, Ambrose?”
“They call me a lunatic for a reason, yes, but I'm serious, uce,” Dean repeated, standing up too and staring him straight in the eyes. “I'm willing to do it, but you have the final say, Ro, you decide.”
Roman stared at him open-mouthed, unable to believe that Dean was really proposing something like this to him as if they were talking about borrowing a pair of shoes and not about mating for life.
“Dean, I—I can't accept you doing something like this for me. It's too much,” he whispered, looking at the floor to avoid Dean's eyes. "A bond is a serious thing. I can't let you tie yourself to me just to free me from Seth."
“But I want to do it, I want to help you, uce,” Dean insisted, taking another step closer to Roman until Dean's nose was gently brushing against Roman's temple.
“And what if you meet an omega? What if one day you want to mate with someone else but you can't because you're stuck with me?” Roman tried to reason, shivering slightly as Dean's breath hit his face.
“That's not going to happen,” Dean assured him, his voice so low and husky that it sent chills down Roman's spine.
Damn. He had never seen Dean as anything more than a friend. Yes, the alpha used to flirt with him from time to time, but that 's just how Dean was; he flirted with everyone, and Roman had gotten used to it.
But having him so close that if he turned his head back to Dean, their lips would touch, while Dean was proposing to mate him... Damn, that was new.
“Dean.”
“Roman.”
“How do you know that's not going to happen? How do you know you're not going to regret mating with me for life too?” he whispered, feeling so vulnerable at that moment. After all, his own alpha had left him, his own mate had regretted it, what guarantee did he have that Dean wouldn't do the same? “Do you understand that you're gonna be my alpha and I'm gonna be your omega forever?”
Dean laughed and, without warning, he leaned a little closer to Roman to leave a soft and gentle kiss on his forehead, just as he always did after every match since they debuted on the main roster.
“Omega, why do you always assume I would dislike something related to you?”
Roman held his breath, feeling his heart racing inside his chest, before slowly looking up at him again, fixing his brown eyes on Dean's blue ones and causing, just as he had predicted, their lips to brush lightly.
“What?” he whispered, his stomach filled with butterflies.
Roman... He shouldn't be feeling this way about an Alpha who wasn't Seth. He was bonded, for God's sake! And yet, he couldn't bring himself to walk away from Dean, his delicious whiskey scent, and his beautiful blue eyes.
Damn it.
“Roman,” Dean sighed, looking at him as if he were about to change the course of his life with one sentence. And, in fact, he did. “The only reason I let Seth claim you was because I realized you were already in love with him. But if that hadn't been the case, I would have gotten him out of the way and mated you myself.”
Roman felt his knees buckle and had to hold onto Dean's shoulders to keep from falling to the floor.
Of course, Dean helped him steady himself, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer until their bodies were touching all over.
“Dean...” Roman mumbled, a little overwhelmed.
“I know you love Seth, so don't feel like you have to love me back just because I'm offering to mate you. But I want you to know that I'm not doing this out of pity, or because I feel obligated. I want to do it because I love you, Ro, and because you're my best friend and I don't wanna see you suffer anymore," Dean said, resting his free hand on Roman's cheek, caressing the soft skin of his face with his calloused fingers.
Roman closed his eyes, absorbing everything Dean had said.
So... Dean had feelings for him. Feelings he never confessed because he had noticed how in love Roman was with Seth and didn't want to interfere. And now he wanted to mate him, but not because it was his chance to win Roman over, but because he wanted to help Roman to break free from Seth's bond.
Damn, what had he done to deserve a best friend like Dean?
After considering it for several long seconds, Roman ended up sighing heavily and looked at Dean again, before nodding shyly.
“Okay, let's do it. You can… mate me”
Dean stared at him wide-eyed, as if he hadn't expected Roman to agree so easily. And, honestly, Roman hadn't expected it either. But here they were, weren't they?
“Are you sure, Ro?” Dean whispered, sliding his touch down Roman's neck until his thumb brushed the mating bite Seth had left on his scent gland.
Roman shuddered, a moan escaping his lips as his skin tingled where Dean was massaging, as if preparing his skin to receive his bite.
“Yes. If it's you... Yes,” Roman sighed, before closing his eyes and exposing his throat to Dean.
He heard Dean let out a hoarse growl before feeling the wet touch of his tongue licking his skin, even leaving a couple of kisses that made Roman's knees weak. Then Roman felt the rasp of Dean's fangs against his scent gland, scraping lightly before sinking completely into his skin, tearing flesh and muscle until blood began to drip from Dean's mouth.
Roman groaned in pain, clutching Dean's shoulders as his mind seemed to short-circuit.
He had forgotten how painful it was to receive a mating bite. Now he understood why experts always recommended to do it mid sex and knotting.
However, the physical pain was nothing compared to the mental numbness he felt. It was as if a part of his heart had been torn out, as if a part of his soul had been ripped away, only to be repaired immediately.
Oh, so this is what it felt like to break a bond.
He would have regretted it more, if it weren't for the feeling of his soul accepting Dean's bond being even stronger, overwhelming all his senses. It was like welcoming a new soul inside him, feeling it settle and make itself comfortable there, in the empty space Seth had left behind.
His body seemed to go limp, collapsing into Dean's arms, while his mind—which was blank, as if his head were filled with cotton—floated somewhere in omega space.
By the time his consciousness emerged from omega space, Roman was curled up on Dean's lap while Dean —his alpha, oh my God— gently cuddled him, making sure to scent him and nuzzle him softly.
“Dean?” Roman asked, sitting up just enough to look the alpha in the eyes.
“Hey, Ro, how are you feeling?” Dean asked, gently rubbing his back with one hand.
Roman remained silent, contemplating his senses for a moment.
“I... Fine, I feel fine,” Roman replied, almost surprised.
He had completely forgotten what it was like to live peacefully, without the constant pain of his partner's rejection squeezing his heart.
Oh.
“So, it's done, huh?” Roman whispered, relaxing in Dean's arms, allowing the scent of whiskey to wrap around him completely.
“It seems so,” Dean laughed, looking at him fondly.
Roman blushed, but smiled back instantly, feeling the waves of calm Dean was sending him through their bond.
“Uh, by the way, I don't want to overwhelm you with this right now, but... Your phone hasn't stopped ringing since you passed out,” Dean informed him, reaching over to grab Roman's phone, which had been forgotten in the corner of the couch. “I didn't want to look, but, uh, it's... It's him”
A lump formed in Roman's throat when he looked at his phone screen and noticed the call and message inbox were completely full, all the notifications coming from the same number: Seth.
Without thinking twice, he pressed the call button, not wanting to delay it any longer. If Seth had called him so insistently after Dean had bitten him, it was for one reason only.
The call was, of course, answered immediately.
“Seth...”
“What the hell did you do, Reigns?” Seth's growl came through the speaker, sending chills down Roman's spine.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, trying to play dumb just a little longer.
“Don't treat me like an idiot, Roman Reigns.” Seth growled again, so loudly that it was heard beyond the phone and reached Dean's ears, causing a threatening growl to rumble in his chest.
Luckily, Seth was too busy cursing Roman to notice.
“If you already know what happened, then why are you asking?” Roman huffed, while his free hand caressed Dean's chest to calm him down.
“Did you break our bond, Reigns?” Seth asked again, his voice low and hoarse, completely threatening. “Who was it?”
“I don't have to explain myself to you, Seth. You—You're not my alpha anymore,” he said hurriedly, completely nervous.
That seemed to enrage Seth, because Roman could hear through the phone speaker the sound of something crashing into a surface and shattering.
“Tell me who the hell it was,” and there it was again, Seth's alpha command.
But Roman felt... nothing. Roman really felt nothing, no effect, not a single chill running through his body or a tingling in his mind urging him to obey.
The absence was liberating. Roman even let out a sigh of relief when he realized that Seth's alpha command no longer had any effect on him, just like he and Dean predicted.
“No, Seth,” Roman replied simply, hearing Seth's surprised gasp on the other end of the line. “It's none of your business, you're not my alpha anymore, so fuck you,” Roman said, with a confidence he had believed lost since that tragic day in June.
“You...” Seth sounded shocked, as if he couldn't believe it, as if he had never expected Roman to dare to break the bond, as if he had expected Roman to wait for him forever. “No matter who dared to put their bite over mine, Roman, I will always be your alpha.”
Apparently, that was the last straw for Dean, because he took the phone from Roman's hands and held it to his own ear.
“Fuck you, Rollins,” Dean growled, possessiveness sliding off his tongue with every word. “Roman isn't something you can own. So I hope I don't see your filthy ass trying to use your alpha command on him again,” he threatened, his voice becoming rougher than normal the more he spoke. “Because there's no bond tying you to him anymore to stop Roman from kicking your ass like you deserve.”
“Ambrose, you—!”
And Dean hung up, tossing the phone aside on the couch with an exasperated snort.
Neither dared to say anything for several long seconds, before Roman leaned slightly closer to Dean, pressing his lips to the alpha's smooth cheek in a soft, shy kiss.
“Thank you,” he mumbled, still not pulling away completely, letting his lips brush Dean's skin with every word he spoke. “ His alpha command—It didn’t work,” he confessed excitedly, closing his eyes for a second to enjoy the closeness and warmth of Dean’s body. “You’re the best, alpha.”
He heard Dean choke on his own breath at that and Roman let out a chuckle, moved by how adorable Dean could be when, well, when he wasn’t threatening to destroy everything in his path.
“Anything for you, omega.”
Roman smiled before burying his face in Dean's neck again.
His alpha. Dean was now his alpha. And he was Dean's omega.
After thinking about it carefully for several long seconds, he sighed.
Maybe it could work. Them. Being a real couple and not just an act to get rid of Seth. Dean was a good alpha, and an even better friend.
Yes, they could work.