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Dean's life was so simple.
He had everything you could ever want at the very ripe age of 21, majoring in journalism, an internship and future job at one of the best online papers in the world, and a great guy who he was very much in love with. For Dean, his whole life was, in a word… perfect. Everything was planned out for him right before his eyes, and it all seemed so simple, so good, so safe... at least it all was until…
The night he met him.
Dean slowly took his glasses off of his face, his “world's best boyfriend,” coffee cup pushed to the side of his desk as he pinched the bridge of his nose then looked idly out of the window. He promised himself that he wouldn't think about it. He promised himself that he would just let that night go, that he would just let the thoughts of him go away but no matter how hard he tried, they wouldn't. It’s been three weeks since that night but somehow he still ruled every moment, every space, every thought of Dean's mind since that fateful night.
3 weeks earlier
“Babe, hey, I got a crazy idea,” Dean said as he kissed back up his boyfriend’s body, his lips moving towards his neck as he tried to get his attention.
“I already told you, I'm not letting you eat my ass, that's gross Dean, so get it out of your mind now.” Seth Rollins, Dean’s boyfriend of 4 years was always a stubborn guy, a bit prude-ish too but Dean loved him. They got together in senior year of high school and been together since. All of Dean's college friends thought Seth was really stuck up but they just didn't know him like Dean did.
“Not that,” Dean laughed while sitting up. “I wanna go out. Let's go downtown, to a gay bar. You know the one with all the bikers and stuff out front? It looks like fun and it could be a great potential for a good,” Dean kissed his cheek, “Story.”
“A gay bar?” Seth gave Dean a look for a just a second before burying himself back into his book. “I don’t want to go to a gay bar, Dean, especially not a gay bar that has leather daddies or bikers. Plus, we just went out last week to that stupid gay night club what was it called? Boy Toy? Cause you said that would be a good story too. I'm all gay bar-ed out. I think we should just stay in, enjoy each other's company and fall asleep.”
“I don't want to fall asleep at…” Dean looked over at the clock, “8pm? on a Friday night. We're young, Seth, living in the millennium. These are gonna be the best times of our life, I want to go out and have fun with the guy I love. What's so bad about that?”
“I just don’t want to go out.” Seth frustratedly replied, “You do this all the time, Dean, I tell you no and you try and talk me into it because we’re young and you have this strange idea that being young means going out and partying all night long instead of staying at home with me and us just enjoying each other. You’re absolutely ridiculous, do you know that? You have a mid term to prepare for in 3 days yet you’re talking about gay bars and being young. When are you gonna grow up just a little bit, Dean?”
Dean scoffed lightly at his boyfriend, “Fuck you, Seth,” Dean spat as he got out of their bed and began to put his clothes on. Seth looked up from this book, and noticed Dean getting dressed. He rolled his eyes, placing the book down so he could watch his overly dramatic boyfriend get dressed.
“Where are you going?” Seth asked, his voice full of concern.
“Out,” Dean’s retort was simple and unfriendly, “You wanna stay in like Becky homemaker reading books and doing nothing, fine, do so but I wanna live my life. I wanna have fun and I’m going to do it with or without you.” He put on his sneakers then grabbed his jean jacket and headed for the door, Seth was right behind him, running after Dean before he got a chance to leave. He grabbed him before Dean opened the door, and swiftly spun him around.
“Dean please,” Seth pleaded with him, “I get that you want to go out and have fun I do, I’ll compromise, maybe we can… go to a restaurant or something? I just really hate those gay bars, you know, all the guys there are so… so…”
“Gay?” Dean said back, as anger flashed through his glasses.
“That’s not what I mean, Dean, don't put words in my mouth!” Seth tried to reason with him.
“I’m not saying anything you haven’t already said before, Seth. You’re apart of the LGBT community but at the same time you get so uncomfortable around gay men. It’s been that way since high school. I get it, you’re bi, but you really need to check your internalized homophobia at the door. Cause I’m gay, and I'm proud of who I am. I just wish you were too.” Dean pulled away from Seth then opened the door and left, slamming it as he did.
Truthfully, Dean should’ve listened to Seth that night. He should’ve just stayed home with him, read books and watched that weird show on Netflix about the black mirrors or whatever. Dean should’ve done exactly what Seth told him that night but he couldn’t. There was apart of him that craved adventure, the unknown, he wanted the blackness of the night, the cold city streets wetting his sneakers as he followed the flashing lights. He wanted something… dangerous , something that wasn’t sedentary, something new .
What Dean didn’t realize was… he needed to be careful what he wished for.
Dean got off the bus, and found himself walking, gliding, moving towards the gay district downtown. The lights were flashing through his glasses as, he looked up at the infamous street sign, “ Pride Avenue.” Everyone in town called it gay street because that’s where anyone who’s ever felt different came to see other’s of a like mind. Dean’s off white converse got even dirtier as he walked down long path towards the lights, the lights that were somehow always calling to him no matter what. He kept his hands in his jean pockets, as he made it towards the line of bars down the block.
There, on Dean’s right, he saw Boy Toy, the famous nightclub, Escape, another gay bar for those into mild to heavy BDSM, then on his left was the bar that always seemed to attract Dean’s interest, despite him never having the courage to go in. There lied “Hard On”, the famous biker bar at the end of the corner.
Dean had walked pass there just once when he was coming home from the nightclub with Seth and a bunch of their friends, but the moment he looked inside he saw everything that was missing in his life. He pushed his glasses back, fitting them close to his eyes then he began walking towards the bar. He got a quite a few stares as he walked down the street alone, a bunch of guys who whistled at him, even some who licked their lips as he walked past. When he got to the bar, there were a few guys out front, crowding around, talking with open drinks in their hands. As soon as Dean came up they began to eye him, staring intensely at the young writer like he was a limpy gazelle waiting to be devoured.
“Where are you going, four eyes?”
“Wanna have a good time?”
“I love blondes.”
Dean tried his best to ignore them with a non threatening smile as he tried to get in the bar, but one of the guys out front pushed him back before he could take one step further and then all of them crowded around him. Dean gulped as he looked around at the sea of men, in leather jackets, tattoos all over them while they all circled around Dean. “Look what we got here boys… fresh meat.” One of the men said, riling up all the others in a chorus of laughter. “You new around these parts aren’t you, four eyes?” A big burly white guy came up first, making the crowd of men snicker as he stood in front of Dean. “We haven’t seen anyone this young and sweet in a very long time.”
“I… just came for a drink but I…” Dean looked around the closed out the circle, so tight, no escape… fuck he was trapped.“I think I’ll just... go home.” The blond tried his best to push through all of the men but he was grabbed by the bigger guy, and pulled right into his arms.
“What’s the rush, four eyes?” The guy asked, smiling, “Me and my boys here, we like you,” He grabbed at Dean's ass, forcing him flush against his body, “...and when we see something we like, we treat it right, all of us, one by one, deep inside of your pretty hole,” the fear was prevalent in Dean's eyes now as the guy grabbed him and pushed him into someone else, all of them getting a feel somewhere on Dean’s body as they laughed together, “Isn’t that right boys?” The men all cheered around him, “Now, how about we get something to drink in you and see if that loosens you up?” The guy pulled Dean towards the inside but before he could…
“He’s mine.”
A voice from behind all of them said very loudly. Every single one of the guys turned to see a tall guy standing by the brick walls near the club. He stood about 6’3, his leather jacket was almost like a glove on him and he had a cigarette in his hand, not yet lit, but ready to be.
“You don’t claim anyone Reigns, remember?” The big burly guy said, his thick hand surrounding the back of Dean's neck. “Why don’t you keep it that way, and stay out of our business, this pretty little thing belongs to the B.S.G now.” The guy tried to take Dean away again, fear flashing in Dean's blue eyes but again his deep, brooding voice stopped him from doing so.
“I said.. he’s mine.” The guy came off the wall, his boots clicking on the pavement as he pushed past the crowd, and stood toe to toe with the other man. Dean was pushed down hard to the floor, his arm scraping the pavement while both men stared each other down. Dean didn't know what was going on, he just wanted to go home and even though that wasn't an option anymore, he would much rather go with the tall guy, than be gang raped by the fat guy and his buddies. “You wanna do this now, Vader? We can. But you better make sure you kill me this time, because you know, how I get down.”
The air was so tense, Dean looked around at all of them readying their fists, some with their hands in their pockets, small knifes, peeking out through their worn out jeans. The bigger guy, presumably named Vader, held his hand up, telling his boys to hold off. They all took a step back, the knife's Dean saw were all being forced back into pockets. “This is the last time you get in my business, Reigns. The LAST time.” Vader whistled, “C’mon boys, let's go.” Everyone followed Vader away, leaving Dean there with the guy standing over him.
He looked down at Dean, his eyes watching him as he began to light the bud of his cigarette in front of him. Dean watched the fire ignite, the ashes of the cigarette came falling onto his shirt creating a mini mountain as the man smoked it slowly. Dean saw his dangerous brown eyes take him in one last time before he walked off into the night.
Dean got up quickly, ignoring the pain he felt on his arm as he ran after him. He followed the man, all the way down a dark alley, his shoes not fast enough, to catch up, so Dean screamed, he screamed as loud as he could, just to get his savior of the night’s attention.
“HEY!”
He heard his boots swish, the wet streets splashing as he slowly turned around. “Go home, kid.” the warning came from the bigger man’s lips easily, right before he turned back around to walk away.
“Wait, please, I didn't get to thank you properly,” Dean's pleading voice is the only reason he stopped again. “Can you at least, tell me your name?”
“I said, go home kid.” The guy warned again, this time walking away faster.
“Wait!” Dean ran after him, this time grabbing onto his shoulder to keep him from getting away. He thought he was going to stop but instead Dean was grabbed by the arm and forced onto a wet brick wall. Dean gasped as the guy forced him against it, his brown eyes feral as they looked back into blue.
“You think this is some joke, huh, kid?” The guy spat angrily, his breath heavy, “Empire city isn't a joke. These streets aren't friendly. Do you even understand what those guys could've done to you tonight if I wasn't there?” Dean opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't get a chance to because the guy looked down at the arm he gotten a hold of. Dean had a huge gash on his elbow, that was now dripping with blood. “Fuck, you're bleeding,” Reigns spit out, pulling away from Dean slowly to think. Dean watched his face go through so many emotions before he sighed, very heavily, “Fuck me, look, just, follow me, kid and don't make a sound, not one word, understand?”
Dean nodded at him, and followed along, not making one word, just as he asked.
Dean shouldn't of followed him. The whole night was a bust from the moment he tried to get into the hard on but everything, and he meant everything took a turn for the worst when he followed him. He closed his eyes and he could still see him there, his leather jacket being torn off his body, his tight, dirty white undershirt, his bruised hands, the way he grabbed at Dean...
Fuck.
When they got to his place, the first thing Dean did was take it in. It looked like a loft, which was weird because this Reigns guy didn't look like the most expensive guy in the world.Dean’s nervous hands shook in his jean pocket, trying to calm down as he waited for the guy to say something else. “Sit there and wait for me.” He pointed to the chair near the coffee table then he disappeared to what looked like a room. Dean sat down as he asked, taking off his jean jacket and picking up his sore elbow only to see the long gash in the center of it. He gulped but did his best to stay calm as the guy came back out with a full first aid kit.
“Let me see your arm,” His voice was stoic as he pulled Dean’s arm gently towards him. He examined it, section by section, then took out his gauze. “Good thing is, you don't need stitches but you will have to wear this for a couple of days.” He began to wrap it slowly, trying to ignore the way Dean's blue eyes were watching him.
“You really saved me tonight,” Dean said softly, looking down at him. “Those guys they were gonna…”
“Gang rape you.” Reigns finished his sentence for him, looking up at Dean seriously. “They were going to gang rape you and enjoy it. It's their initiation thing. The worst part is, you can report it all you want, the police will do nothing, B.S.G runs pride avenue.”
Dean felt shivers down his spine listening to Reigns. If he was right, and they were really going to hurt him, then that means Reigns really did save his life. Dean didn't know how to thank him. ‘Is that why you called me yours?” He asked softly, “To save me?”
“When you're owned by biker around here, no one can touch you but that biker. It's a rule. But I only said that to save you, I haven't owned anyone, and I never will.” Reigns, voice was so deep with an underlining of hurt, Dean as a writer and observer could see clearly. He wanted to know why he seemed so hurt, so angry but he doubt Reigns would tell him anything.
Frankly, he was too scared to ask.
“How… can I ever repay you?” Dean decided to say instead. Their eyes met, and Dean saw the fire in his brown ones. He was so scary, but that fear somehow fueled Dean, kept him from running away right then and there.
Reigns finished up on his arm, then looked up at him slowly, “You can go home, kid, and never go to that part of Pride Avenue again. Stay to the right, near the nightclubs. That's where the cute, single, guys hang out and have fun. Hard On is a biker club, with the most unfriendliest gay men you'll ever meet.” Roman grabbed his chin, making Dean gasp as they looked into each other's eyes, “Promise me, blue eyes.”
“I.. I.. promise,” as soon as Dean nodded, he was let go by the man. He stood up and finally shrugged off his leather jacket, giving Dean a glimpse at all the tattoos that told a story all over his body. He had one that went all the way down his arm, it looked tribal, something... primitive.
Dean hadn’t been this attracted to a guy with tattoos since Seth got that one down his back last year. He took off his flimsy, white undershirt as well, revealing a thick, muscular frame that had Dean feeling the most sexually aroused he's ever felt since meeting Chris Evans at comic con two years ago.
“You can go now, kid,” Reigns said as he turned around and unbuckled his jeans. “You're all patched up.”
He began to walk away towards his room again, his heavy boots being kicked off before he entered. He told Dean to go home. He was all fixed and all saved by a guy who was built like superman but Dean was sure he was anything but a hero. Everything in his mind told him to leave, walk out that door and go home, to his safe life, to his boyfriend, back to what he knows. But there was something in Dean, a bigger part of him that couldn't.
He wanted the unknown.
He wanted the darkness, the danger.
He wanted to know him.
Dean went against everything his mind was screaming at him to do as he walked into Reigns’ room. He entered and immediately saw him look up from his seated position, like it was his second nature to be cautious. His brown eyes took Dean in from his bed, watching with so much intensity as Dean came closer.
“If I'm being honest… you terrify me,” Dean whispered, kicking off his converse and tossing them to the side.
“You should be,” Reigns softly replied.
“But… I don't want to go home by myself this late at night.” He walked right until he was in front of Roman’s legs, forcing him to look up at his body. “Can I stay here? Until the morning? I won't bother you, I promise, I won't say a word just like you asked... please?”
For the first time tonight, those brown eyes seemed to actually take all of Dean in. He stared at him, up and down for minutes, seconds, moments, like he wasn't just trying to see him but he could see through him too. He didn't say a word, but he did softly nod, before continuing to take off his clothes. Dean watched him, he stood up and took off his pants, socks but kept his underwear on.
He gave him this strange look, one that had Dean feeling the deep copper taste of his own blood staining his tongue as Reigns squeezed his dick through his boxer briefs, while blue eyes watched. Dean saw it jerk back against his hand then the scary tattooed guy got into bed.
Dean had no idea what to do next. He didn't know whether he could sleep in the same bed as him, or just go out and sit on the couch until the morning.
Go to the couch. Dean’s mind screamed at him. It was safer, and he wouldn't do anything stupid if he just went to the couch until the morning.
“You coming, kid?” The harsh sound of his voice made Dean realize what the man was asking. He was telling Dean to sleep in the same bed as him.
Fuck.
The worst part was… Dean actually wanted too.
No. Go home.
Yes, Stay.
Dean fought with himself for a second, before closing his eyes and making a very rash decision. He started to take off his clothes, ignoring his conscience and morals, like Reigns did. Dean had on really small, really embarrassing red briefs that Seth keeps buying for them both despite Dean telling him he was a boxer's kind of guy. He tried his best to cover them up, before getting into bed with Reigns.
He had to climb over him to get to the other side of the bed but before he could, he got caught by Reigns, pulling him down, right on top of him, forcing Dean’s ass to sit snug against his dick. Dean could feel it up under him and oh fuck, it was nice and thick. A projectile missile of sorts, and his target was definitely Dean’s asshole.
What was happening?
Why couldn't Dean move?
More importantly, why didn't he want too?
“You're fucking hot, blue eyes, anyone ever tell you that?” Reigns asked, as he squeezed on Dean’s hairy thighs, slowly moving up, stopping only when he was near his briefs.
“My boyfriend,” Dean admitted easily. He saw Reigns smirk, like he didn't give a shit, and he felt his dick twitch right near Dean's asshole. He tried to jerk up, but Reigns bruised hands kept Dean in place.
“Mm, a lucky guy.” Reigns sat up, with Dean still on top, his breath becoming quicker as their bodies were flush against each other. “But I wonder how he’d feel knowing that I could fuck the shit out of you right now and have you moaning my name, over and over, until I finally let you come.”
Dean couldn't breathe, his breath was caught somewhere in his throat or another dimension, as he felt Reigns’ hands on his pale skin. He possessively grabbed Dean’s ass, up under his briefs without even asking. Dean felt his breath quickening, as he allowed Reigns to touch him, squeeze him, and own him like he’s never been owned before.
“My guess is you don't have much sex do you, blue eyes?” Reigns took off his glasses, and placed them on the bedstand, then brought Dean impossibly close so that their lips were almost near each other.
“I have a lot of sex,” Dean whispered back breathlessly.
“Mm, no, I mean really good sex, sex that has you moaning out, spread wide with your tight ass in the air, face into my pillow, screaming out my name while I'm deep inside of you, until the moment you come, against my tongue.” Dean slowly shook his head no after he was done, only making Reigns smirk yet again, “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked Dean softly, looking deep into those blue eyes that were in a complete haze of absolute lust. “Want me to teach you, what good sex feels like?”
“I... I don't even know your name,” Dean spoke softly near his lips, looking deep into brown eyes that were almost as dangerous as his touch.
“My friends call me Reigns,” He said back, holding Dean at the small of his waist. “Tonight though, I'll allow you to call me daddy.”
“I..” Dean was confused, he knew he should leave but a bigger part of him wanted to stay. He felt Reigns grabbed at his wrist, then he looked at Dean's lips again. The moment between them that past felt like an eternity, like you could physically feel the energy all around the room, the sparks floating around in the air and vibrating through their bodies. Dean lost all breath, sense and will as he looked at him one last time, then he was suddenly kissed, like he never been kissed before.
Not with Seth, or any other boy before.
Never before was he kissed the way Reigns was kissing him now.
“Reigns,” Dean whispered breathlessly, in between hard kisses, and a touch even more firm.
“That's right blue eyes…” Reigns said as he tossed Dean against his pillows, then spread his legs, just like he said he would, hands etched into his thighs as he could fit between them, “
Say my name.”
“Dean?”
Seth called to his boyfriend again, snapping his fingers at him to get his attention. “Hey, where did you go? I came to see if you wanted lunch but you've been out of it for a good minute or two? Are you okay?”
Dean shook his head, releasing a sigh before he placed his glasses back on his face. “I'm fine sorry, I just have a million things to do here and a little stressed but I'm alright.” Seth came over to sit on Dean’s lap, smiling as he gave his boyfriend a short kiss. Dean kissed him back, just for a second then smiled back at him. “I love you, Seth, you know that right?”
“Of course I know that.” Seth said back obviously, “I love you too. Are you sure you're okay?”
“I…” Dean faked a small smile, then nodded, “I'm fine. I say we get Thai, how's that sound?”
“Sounds great, let's go.” Seth pulled him up to leave, and Dean followed, hoping that the memory of the night that changed everything in his life stayed nothing more than that.