Bikers

Part 9

Reigns didn't get one ounce of sleep.

How could he, when he didn't know what was happening to Dean right now. His glasses sat in Roman's rugged hands, the biker caressed over the lens as he thought, of ways to hurt Vader, of ways to save Dean, of a way where any of this made sense. He kept thinking about last night, how they were dancing and kissing like crazy and then blue eyes told him that he was falling for him. Reigns didn't know how to reply at the time, he's never been great at words and falling for Dean, wasn't supposed apart of his plan. He was supposed to save him that night, then get as far away from Pride Avenue as possible afterwards.

He never thought he'd end up falling for a young, dirty blond with blue eyes, it wasn't even his type. Yet, there he sat, looking over at the left side of the bed, wishing Dean was still there, still safe and sound.

"Dean," He whimpered to no one, "Please... be okay." Reigns picked the pillow up that Dean usually laid on and he smelled it softly. It smelled just like him, all vanilla, like warm apple pie sprinkled with cinnamon. He could see Dean's dimpled smile in his mind, half his face buried into the pillow, the other half, smiling at Reigns as he laid kisses on his body. He laid down right next to it, holding it and his glasses tight against him.

He had to save him.

He was going to save him.

Reigns fought, to keep his eyes open. He kept mumbling how he had to save Dean, how he had to worry about Dean. He couldn't fall asleep, but it was 6am, the sun was almost rising and his eyes got lower. He looked down at the pillow, fighting with his mind, heart and body.. "Dean..." he mumbled, right before he fell... into a deep sleep.

"Roman?"

"Roman..."

"Roman, wake up."

Reigns shuffled silently in his sleep, opening his tired eyes to an unfamiliar voice. He turned around, rubbing his eyes slowly, "Dean?" he asked once his eyes leveled, "You're okay?"

"Not Dean, but I'm glad you're thinking of someone other than me for once." Reigns blinked a few times, his brown eyes shocked to see that it wasn't Dean at all. It was a man he hasn't seen in years, a man that still occupied his heart to this very day. The sole reason why Reigns couldn't let himself love anyone else...

Kofi.

Roman sat up immediately, "Kof?" He was breathless as he reached out to touch him, "Kofi?" his brown eyes filled with tears as he watched Kofi smile back at him. He pulled him in, holding Kofi close as he cried on his shoulder. "This has to be a dream, Kof," Reigns said softly, "You're dead... you died, right in front of me," He held his face in his hands and caressed over it fondly. He missed him so much. There wasn't a day that went by that Kofi didn't occupy his thoughts. "Tell me this isn't a dream?"

"It's not a dream, Roman, but it's not real " Kofi said back, placing Roman's forehead against his own. "I'm here because you need me to be, baby." he held Roman against him, the biker not letting go as they shared an intense hug.

"Kofi..." Reigns whimpered softly, "I miss you so much," he sniffled, "I miss you everyday. I'm sorry they hurt you because of me. It's all my fault. Everything is my fault." Reigns broke down against him, sobbing softly on Kofi's shoulder. He didn't know if it was a dream or real or what, he just knew that Kofi felt real. His touch, his body... it all felt so real, like he was there... in his arms again.

"Nothing's your fault, Reigns," Kofi told him honestly. "Me dying is not your fault, Dean getting taken, none of it. You gotta stop placing blame on yourself, and hurting your own heart because of me. Look at me." Reigns immediately did as he asked, looking up into Kofi's brown eyes, "There wasn't a moment since we met that I didn't love you. People used me, but you showed me what true love was. Even in death, I love you, Roman