A/N Alright mates. As you can guess from the summary, this is a fanfiction wrote by two people. Me, Madamchainsaw, and Nobledonkey. We put our heads together and came up with this.

Warnings: Violence, rape, Master/pet, forced sex, beatings, self hate, MxM, slash - and just general dark themes. But it lightens up in the end :)

Disclaimer: Me and Nobledonkey don't know anything to do with this story apart from the plot. If we're gonna use any occs, we'll let you know.

The Snow Storm Of New Beginnings.

Chapter 1 : Winter Nights - Damn This British Weather!

After hearing a loud knock at the door, Wade glanced at William Regal - the person who had allowed Wade to stay in his house whilst this dreadful weather passed over them. There was another loud knock at the door. William had locked it due to the harsh hail and snow storm that had come only moment's before Wade had stepped foot into the house, the younger man was lucky that he hadn't been caught in it. Wade knew what the British weather was like; once when he was younger he had been out in this type of storm - it had been horrible to say the least. It was hard to walk in and you could never see what was in front of you. Wade would have thought that anyone with a brain wouldn't be out in this, but apparently; not all people had a brain.

William looked at Wade, a clear expression of: Open the door - on his face. Wade simply rolled his eyes before giving a short nod of his head. He hurried to the door, not wanting to leave whoever it was outside in this weather longer then necessary. Wade unlocked it, grabbing the handle and yanking the wooden framed door open - he was rather startled by who was on the other side. Wade had figured all of his coworkers had buggered off to the hotel to sleep before the next showing of the wwe - not all though.

However, with who this person was, Wade couldn't help but feel the need to slam the door on his ugly pale face - but, the Brit had some sort of heart, and it wouldn't let him do that. Instead, Wade stepped back, giving a hand motion for the older man to come in. He wanted to ask him whether or not he had lost his mind as to why he had braved the cold harsh snow storm to come here, but Wade held his tongue. The other male was, of course, like another son to William - Wade could respect that...he hoped.

"Sheamus!" William said his name in surprise. It had been a long while seen he saw the crazy Irish man. "I thought you had gone to the hotel with your fellow coworkers? Wade here had just dropped by to say hi, unfortunately, the weather stuck hard once more."

"I had planned on going to the hotel, fella," Sheamus said, taking off his coat and passing it to Wade. The young Brit frowned, what did they take him for? Some kind of maid? "But then the weather had other plans, my plane was late arriving - and the hotel was about 30 miles away. I needed a place that was close by because the Taxi's aren't running in this sort of storm." William nodded his head, completely understanding where Sheamus was coming from.

"Well, you look like you could use a nice warm meal and a room. Times like these I'm thankful I brought a house with three rooms in." William chuckled. Wade moved to where the radiator was, which was giving the room a lovely warmth, he then placed the wet coat over some of it. Wade was listening to the conversation between the pair, how they talked and talked about anything and everything. Here he was hoping to go to the bed room that William had let him have for the night - maybe even read a good book before he went to sleep, but now he didn't know. If he sneaked off it would seem rude, if anything; Wade Barrett had been brought up with manners, so he couldn't do that.

Wade stood there, by the radiator, like a spare plug - his mind wondered as he looked to the floor. Counting some of the patterns on the carpet, anything to by-pass some time of just standing there like a nob. "To be honest with you, fella, I'd rather have a nice warm bath." Those words made Wade's head snap up, he didn't know why, but he thought that Sheamus would have just wanted to go to bed and sleep out the storm and his journey here - again, it appeared he was wrong. What was new for him today? Unfortunately, William turned to Wade, the most charming smile on his face. Wade, however, knew what was going to come next from the older British man.

"Wade," he started so kindly. "You know you've been here many more times than Sheamus has, I don't suppose you'd be up for running the man a bath would you?" Wade looked at the older man, glaring slightly, trying to hold back a sigh of frustration. It was a lie, if anything, Sheamus comes here regally to share a pint or talk about something with William - but with that said; Sheamus was his favorite of them both. Why make Sheamus, Regal's guess, work when you have Wade here, who barely comes by but knows where the bathroom is. Wade wasn't going to be rude and say no, though, William could kick him out if he said no - not that he would - but it's better safe than sorry.

"Give me a minute and I'll have it done for you." Wade said, trying not to let the fact that he felt like a maid show. Sheamus took a glance over at him, he smiled kindly and Wade felt his face start to get hot - but he hid it well. Mainly by walking out of the room and up the stairs. Wade had, when he was younger and William was training him in wrestling, been told non stop to watch what he said to people. Sometimes Wade forgot to think before he spoke, earning himself a lot of trouble in the wwe. Hence some of his past with the Nexus, there had been an up roar because he and Cena had a falling out backstage before Wade took it to the ring; Which had been a big mistake on his part.

Closing the bathroom door behind himself, Wade sighed heavily. He was tired, at least he was only a few rooms away from his bed, he could think about that while he ran the bath. His nice, warm bed, that was - in all rights - calling for him at this very moment. Shaking his head a bit, Wade set about doing his job. He was nearly finished filling up the rather large bathtub when the door opened. "It's almost done," he said without turning to see who it was. Wade wiped his brow, the steam from the hot water was filling the air and coming onto his skin. It was making his clothes heavy from the humidity and Wade silently wished that he could jump in the bath once it was done just so he could get his clothes off.

No other words were spoken, but the sound of someone taking off their clothes could be heard. Wade chanced a glance back at the door, seeing Sheamus there, taking off his clothes - his trainers and socks already gone. Wade was sort of glad that his skin had already turned red from the heat of the water as he watched Sheamus' broad chest slowly be exposed. The green-eyed mans tongue wet his lips quickly before he turned away to finish his job. Placing a towel near the tub, Wade tried to keep his eyes to himself instead of on Sheamus' large chest - but then he realised he had yet another problem here. Sheamus was between him and the door. Surely though, Sheamus, would allow him to get through...right? Wade wondered whether he should just tell him to get in the bath and then leave, or brush past him to go or maybe even be nice and ask him to move.

Wade didn't mean to stare at the paler man though, but he couldn't help it. He was, to his mother and father's disgust, a homosexual. It was something he didn't want to have come out about himself, unfortunately Wade picked a right job though; didn't he?

Wrestling other men who were half-naked - yeah, what a way to go. The only people in the wwe who knew that Wade preferred the same-sex was Chris Jericho and the man whose house they were in - William Regal. Chris only knew because Wade had one of his "Dreams," and was muttering a mans name - the next day Chris had confronted him about it, because the name he was muttering had been Chris'. Wade had told him he was gay, Chris had been fine with that but made sure that Wade knew they were just friends and nothing more. Chris was a straight man; with kids and a beautiful wife. And then you had, William, who had walked in on Wade having sex with an old boyfriend - Regal had, as well, been fine with it. But did ask for them to lock the door next time.

Before Wade could even think another thought, Sheamus dropped his kegs; leaving him in nothing but his dark grey boxers. Wade flushed at the sight, his face redder than ever before. He gulped a little, his eyes wondering down to the last piece of covered up flesh. Sheamus smirked a little, his blue eyes lite up with a certain something as Wade eyes looked over his body.

"Like something you see, fella?" He joked, making Wade's eyes shot up to his eyes.

"No!" He yelled, blushing adorably. "Bugger off Sheamus." He growled out, Sheamus raised his ginger eyebrow but stepped out of Wade's way. The British born man didn't take any time in rushing to the door and banging it shut as he left. Once outside, Wade breathed deeply, leaning against the door. He looked down at himself and saw the semi bulge that was in his trousers, shaking his head - Wade tried to think of anything but the Irish man in the bath room. About to be fully naked, wet, in a steamy bath that was big enough for two -

Wade gasped as he squeezed himself tightly, trying to get rid of his growing erection. He couldn't, not here, not now, not about him! Not Sheamus, Wade hated the man, he didn't like him - yet he was turned on by seeing him in nothing but his boxers?! Shaking his head, Wade decided to leave now and save any humiliation that he may have if William walked up or Sheamus opened the door. Quickly making his way to his bed room, Wade opened the door and stepped in, gently closing it before sliding down the wooden frame.

"You dirty whore," Wade's eyes went wide as he remembered HIS voice, it boomed inside his head loudly. "Little bitch, you like that, don't you?" A dark chuckle came and Wade soon found that he's member went soft. Tears clouded his eyes as he recalled the deep voice that haunted his dreams at night. Wade took in a sharp breath as the tears finally fall down his cheeks.

"Why now?" Wade questioned himself, pain filling his tone.

Wade didn't know how long it had been since he last cried, but after what seemed like hours - his head hurt like hell. After crying for a few more minutes at the memories rushing through his mind of his ex lover, Wade finally tugged off his clothes and put his pj's on. An old Nexus shirt and black shorts. Then finally he crawled into his bed, shuddering at the cold of the covers...wishing that he had someone to hold him again...

Before Wade knew it, he was drifting off to sleep, imagining the warmth he craved so much holding him.

Sheamus laughed to himself as he watched the blushing Brit run from the room. He and Wade had never really been friends, in truth, they had hardly even talked since the Brit came through Nxt to win and enter the WWE. Sheamus sighed quickly before he removed his boxers and stepped into warm water, sinking down into the large tub; making the water come up to his neck as he lent back to enjoy the warm bath as it worked the soreness out of his body.

This day had been the longest day in his life. He had been on a flight from the states, stuck in the window seat with a very rude person in front of him who had lent their seat back, pining his legs in a very uncomforted position. Sheamus had bit his tongue for most of the flight until he had at last gave up and moved to an open seat. Once the plane had landed he had lost his bags and had given up trying to talk to the woman behind the desk about it, instead he went to the stadium the wwe was going to be showing at - only to be told all the other superstar had returned to the hotel because of the snow storm.

Sheamus once again sighed, trying to push the horrible trip from his mind, letting his body relax when he breathed in the calming steam that felt the room. The Irish man had to admit that he was happy about getting stuck now and not being able to get back to the hotel, after all, it had been ages since he had seen William and the added fact that most hotel rooms bathtubs were too small for someone of sheamus' height to take a calming bath in which he really needed - was a plus.

As Sheamus relaxed; his mind started to wonder. As it did, the image of Wade blushing so much and trying to hide the fact he was checking him out - which the Irish man knew he was doing from the simple fact of seeing Wade's eyes wonder over his body. Sheamus smiled to himself, he loved it when people looked at him like that, he didn't really care who they were - it just gave him a rush which ran straight to his core and turned him on greatly. Sighing yet again, Sheamus started to move his hand up to rub over his chest, enjoying his own touch as he slowly started to move his hand down his body.

"Sheamus, mate. You ok in there?" A voice came from the other side of the bathroom door, making Sheamus jump and sit up.

"Yeah, fella, I'm fine; just enjoying the water tis all." He yelled back looking at the door, his heart beating a bit faster than normal.

"Well that's good, just wanted to let you know that I'm heading off to bed, mate. I've fixed the room down the hallway for you to stay in tonight, alright." Williams voice came back.

"Thanks, fella." Sheamus replied. Quietly listening as he heard footsteps move down the hallway, he barely even breathed until he heard a door open and close. Waiting a few long moments, Sheamus fell back into the water; making it rock and wave - some of it going over the side of the tub and crashing to the floor. "I shouldn't be thinking like that in a friend's home." Sheamus told himself, almost ashamed of what he was aiming to do in Williams bathtub.

After a moment sheamus let his mind go blank as he took in a deep breath, realising just how tired he actually was. Leaning back against the tub, he rested his head; letting his mind drift off as he took in slow deep breaths to make his heart beat slow. The water felt so good that Sheamus didn't even want to move, he just wanted to lie there forever enjoying the bath. The Irish man was so lost in enjoying the water, he hardly heard the noise of soft footsteps come from outside the bathroom. Thinking nothing of the sound, almost positive it was just in his head, that was until he heard the door handle start to twist.

"I'm still in here," Sheamus muttered in a relaxed yet loud tone. The twisting sound didn't stop though, and was soon followed by the sound of the door swinging open which was accompanied by a cold wave or air that hit Sheamus' skin; making him sit up quickly. "Hey fella, at least close..." The ginger haired man stopped mid-sentence as his blue eyes took in the nude, pale, blood covered man who stood before him. The man had fine-cut blonde hair that was also covered in blood, and cold blue eyes that looked like they could eat someone's soul. Sheamus felt his body go cold as he took in this man who smiled at him with a dark kindness.

"Not you..." He muttered quickly before everything went black.

Sheamus jumped awake, gasping for air, making the water splash around him. He looked at the door then took a well needed deep breath, "it was just a dream," he said in a tried, haunted tone before he lent back and dunked his head under the water. Letting it wash over his head and wash away the cold sweat from his dream. It wasn't long before the Irish man surfaced again, slowly getting out of the tub; pulling the plug as he stepped out before picking up the towel and wrapping it tightly around his waist. Sheamus turned and looked at himself in the mirror, he looked like he'd been in a brawl with five giants and lost. His face was even paler then normal and had two large black circles which enclosed his blood-shot eyes.

'God,' he thought as he looked at himself. He was so tired in truth, more so than when he had drifted off in the tub. His body felt like it was made of lead and he was fighting to keep his eyes open. Groaning as he turned around, Sheamus left the bathroom; turning off the lights. Not caring about his discarded clothes as he headed down the pitch black hallway, moving as if he was a zombie stalking his next meal. As he moved along he ran his hand along side the wall until he felt a handle and opened it slowly before sliding in and closing the door behind him. Once inside the dark room, he let the towel drop to the floor and moved over to the bed; pulling the covers back just enough to crawl in the bed and then pull them back up over himself. Sheamus was out as soon as his head hit the pillow...

[Wade's Nightmare]

Wade looked up from the bed he was chained to, his collar almost strangling him as he looked towards the door - waiting for his master to return. Wade's normally beautiful green eyes were now red and puffy and his cheeks had smeared tear stains on them, his throat was dry and sore from all the screaming he had done while his master played with him, beat him, hurt him - broken him. The safe word they made had done little good to stop it; and seemed to only encourage his master to be more forceful even though Wade had cried for him to stop.

Wade whimpered softly as he moved on the bed, catching his sore arse on the covers; his naked body shivering from the cold air coming through the cracks in the cheap hotel windows. The former leader of Nexus closed his eyes tightly as he heard the door open and bang shut, he hoped beyond anything that his master would think he was asleep. The pain that he had just endured was far too much for one person to handle, let alone to have it happen all again before an hour had even past.

A deep, dark chuckle came from the figure in the shadows of the otherwise gloomy room. "Sleeping pet?" He asked, running a hand up and down Wade's left side. The Brit tried his best not to move at the touch, but couldn't help but let a shriek of pain escape his thin lips when the rough hand brushed passed one of his many bruises. A chill ran down Wade's spine as he felt the hand quickly go from his side, he knew now that this, whatever his master was going to do to him again, was going to be much more painful than earlier.

"Open your eyes, Barrett." Wade quickly did as he was told, not wanting to disobey his master in fear of another beating. Green eyes stared up into dark, hate-filed blue orbs. "You love me, don't you?"

"Y-yes M-m-master, I-I l-love you." Wade tried his hardest not to sob as his masters hand took hold of the leash to his collar - tugging on it hard; almost choking the former bare knuckled fighter as he did.

"Then why are you crying you worthless piece of flesh," a hard slap came to his face - making his head spin. "Don't act like you don't enjoy what I do to you, you're nothing but a dirty whore who I took in - don't you dare forget that. I took you in, I helped you, you are my pet - you do as I say. Understand?!" His voice lingered in Wade's mind, the beaten Brit nodded his head quickly - preying that this would all be over soon if he did as his master says.

A punch to his nose was made, breaking it again. Fresh tears came pouring out of wade's eyes as he felt the blood from his re-broken nose go down his face - being mixed with salty tears. "I didn't hear you, do you understand me, pet?!" Wade's master yelled at the top of his lungs, clearly not caring who heard him shout. Wade's eyes closed as he did his best to control his tears of pain to be able to talk in a clear voice to his master.

"I-I understand, master."

"Good boy," his master laughed, stroking the side of Wade's face in an almost caring way. "You know you don't even deserve to be in my bed, you're just a fuck thing, understand."

Wade's heart shattered at those words. Even though he had been put through hell, being beaten or forced into having sex, he still loved his master more than anything and would do whatever he wanted as best he could - but his love was unshared. His master took him as a warm body to fuck, to break and play with - nothing more than something to cum inside of or take his stress out on. Wade was positive that there had been some sort of love between them at first, but now...now there was nothing but shattered glass to tread on.

"Yes, I understand master." Wade whimpered out, looking down in total submissiveness.

"Good pet, just remember that I'm the one who brought you here and got you so far - if you didn't have me; you're still be on the streets of England selling yourself to some dude - you'd be nothing." Wade nodded his head, taking in his masters words. If Wade didn't have him, he would be nothing. A heavy weight soon found its self on Wade's legs, the Brit looked up and shuddered - he wasn't going to be let go anytime soon. His master took hold of his cock, stroking Wade's shaft until it grew somewhat hard - the Brit felt a pang of disgust with the way his body reacted; but couldn't do anything as the touches continued.

"I told you you'd liked it." Wade whimpered again and turned his head to the side. His cock still had the little lube it had in it from when his master penetrated him only minutes earlier. His entrench was practically ripped open by force as his masters giant cock entered him, filling Wade out almost immediately. The former leader of Nexus cried out at the pain, what little lube was still inside him did nothing to stop the burning sensation coming from his semi hard cock. Wade cried silently; knowing that this was only the beginning of his nightmare...