A/N I haven't been able to check over this chapter that much considering I've been running around like a headless chicken for the past couple of days, so as always - sorry about the mistakes. ^-^
The Haunted Mansion…Chapter 3: Restless Nights…And A… - A Possible Threesome?!
Chapters: 3/?
Pairings: Sheamus/Wade/Antonio...
Warnings: Rated T. Slash. Horror etc...
Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything or anyone; I only own the plot to this story.
The keys were easier to find than Wade first thought they would be, simply placed in a draw under the desk, hidden by a piece of paper that had unreadable scribbles on it.
Opening the gate on the right side of the stairs had been must harder, the years of abandonment taking its tole with a thick layer of rust corroding the lock so must they practically had to yank it open even with the key. Some of the stairs looked as though they could break with the slightly bit of pressure place upon them, forcing the three WWE superstars to take it extremely slow as they ventured fourth.
At the top of the stairs, the right wall was riddled with doors, all with number on them and small peep holes, giving Wade the impression that he had been right with his assumption; this truly had been some sort of Asylum. There were about ten doors on either wall, all of which were locked, and the peep holes rusted over, some were covered by something thick and black, like hair but to strong and hard to pull off. At the far end of the hall was a large window with cracks running through it, yet it was the only thing that was fully intact, bricks were laying either side of it, and not far off to the left was another set of stairs.
With the storm continuing outside and the air stale and cold to the touch, Wade couldn't help but shiver, his wet clothes doing nothing to keep him warm. He couldn't help but feel a tad of envy as Sheamus and Antonio walked either side of him as though their wet clothes had no effect on them, it was either that or they were so stubborn with having to be paired together they didn't even notice the soaked through fabric on their skin. Wade knew it was probably the later of the two, no matter how much he tried to get those two to get along it seemed impossible…
Walking up the stairs, the house suddenly seemed to have changed from a prison like Asylum to a very detailed hotel. There were markings on the walls, carving and such, all neatly done on either side of the walls, there wasn't many rooms – around seven or eight that seemed plastered to the walls with name plates next to them; Dr. Robson. Nurse Reid. Dr Mc'Callen. All types of different names were by the doors.
"It seems that the doctors ended up staying in the same place as their patients, just on a different floor…" Sheamus said as they moved towards the first door, opening it was easy compared to the rest of the house; inside there was a large bed with a desk nearby, an old lamp shade with no bulb inside, the room was completely dark other than Sheamus' light and Cesaro's phone, plus the added effect of lighting occasionally illuminating the place.
"Something terrible must have happened…" Antonio responded, gaining the others attention straight away.
"What makes you say that?" Wade asked with a frown knitting its way onto his face as the former US champ shined his phone across the cold, dark, gloomy room that used to belong to a Dr M Blake.
"The sheets are still on the bed, there are pages scattered around the room, what doctor do you know of that would leave his belongs and pages like this?"
Sheamus and Wade stayed quiet; neither could deny that Antonio didn't have a point.
"Well, fella, with that – maybe there'll be some clothes here too?" Sheamus walked in as did Antonio and Wade, none of them noticing as the door began to slowly close behind them…
"I hope so," Wade mumbled as he walked over to what appeared to be a set of draws, crouching down with the light over head from Cesaro's phone, he went to check for some clothes, only to be interrupted by a loud bang as the door slammed shut, all three looked towards the door as they heard a locking sound, looking at one another they all rushed towards the door – but no matter what they did they couldn't open it.
"It won't open!" Sheamus growled out as he pulled on the handle.
"You are so clever, you know that?" Antonio snapped back as he tried himself before moving away, it was unless. "Someone else must be in the house…"
"…Or something else…" Wade said, his back towards the others as he looked at the window, a lightening bolt striking down as a face appear with in the glass – looking straight through the former bare knuckled fighter…
"Please tell me you know how to work this thing?" Randy asked with a raised eyebrow as he watched John exam some sort of generator which had been found in the basement of all places, however it was quite possibly the dryest part of the whole building.
"Depends if there was water damage, some of these electrics are pretty old so they might not work..."
"Is it worth a try, John?" Randy asked with a stern voice.
"Considering it might give power to this place, I'd say it was..." As John spoke he looked at the generator as though it would just suddenly spring back to life.
Randy, however, not being the one with patience, pushed John out of the way and kicked the old, dusty thing; it took a moment or two before it finally fluttered back to life, giving a loud roar as the lights slowly turned back on one by one. "Huh, well that works too..." John chuckled as he stood up from his crouching position, only to sharply suck in a breath as he turned around and saw what was there -
"Wade?" John frowned in questioning, getting Randy's attention, the Viper turned around and frowned as well.
"...That's not Wade..." Randy sneered at the one they were looking at. Their head was tilted down, long, thick black hair covered her face from view, she was wearing a gown painted with red smears, wouldn't take a genius to figure out it was dried blood. Her legs were cut and bruised, some parts even showing bone and rotted flesh.
"Are you okay?" John asked, concern written on his face.
"Where's...my...son..." Came a low, croaked voice, it was weak and both Randy and John struggled to hear it. Suddenly the woman's head began to turn, her neck twisting in an impossible manner for any human being, her long hair twisting round to her back, a pale, skin torn face glanced back at the two WWE superstar's.
"Well that's not normal..." Randy spoke as he picked up the nearest thing to him, which happened to be a long, wooden stick.
"Agreed." John nodded as he nudged Randy to the side, hoping to simply rush pass whatever was in front of them as she slowly began to move forwards, cut arms stretched out as she coaked out words that no one could understand. "Maybe we should run?"
Randy took a moment before he replied. "Just once wouldn't hurt, would it?"
"Nope."
"Let's go."
A loud scream echoed out, muffled by the layers of the mansion, Wade looked down at the floor as if he would be able to see what had happened, but obviously he couldn't, the sudden blindness from a light attached to the ceiling of the room didn't help things either as it flicked on, and even though it was a low bulb, it showed everything inside the room. Picture frames hanged off-centered from the walls. Sharp shadows roamed around the room from overturned furniture, the only thing that didn't seem to be knocked over was the bed, desk and a misplaced grand bookcase which stood the corner of the room, undisturbed for a long time.
"There's no getting out of here," Antonio said simply. "Looks like we're stuck until Cena and Orton come up..."
"Didn't you hear that scream?!" Sheamus growled. "They could be dea - "
"Stupid Irish man," Cesaro rubbed a hand over his face. "That scream, from the pitch alone, would belong to a woman, if it was even human - we're in a house that's got floods surrounding it - it could be an animal or even the wind."
"You still don't know that it's not one of them fella, there's no telling what made that scream." Sheamus crossed his arm over his chest.
Antonio looked towards Wade, a shy smirk blooming across his face. "I've made many men scream before, and that didn't sound anything like a man..."
Sheamus scoffed. "From seeing you're face, I'm sure..."
Wade lifted his head up, seeing brown orbs and bright, ocean blue ones lingering on his skin, frowning, he turned around and walked towards the window, placing his hand gently onto the glass. 'I could have sworn I saw a face...' He shook his head. 'Antonio's right, it could have been an animal or just the wind, but that doesn't explain why the door won't open...'
"What about the door, fella?"
"It's old, it's windy, you do the maths, tooth-paste." Antonio responded. "Plus Cena and Orton can handle themselves, they are not weak - in fact they have probably found a nice little room and are currently sleeping away the night."
As much as Wade hoped Cesaro was right, John did say they would meet back in one hour. They couldn't leave the room, not until John and Randy realised they were missing and came to look for them; yet Wade couldn't help but feel as though something was wrong. He wasn't just tired, something really was -
"How about a threesome?"
Wade's eyes went wide as he heard Antonio's voice fill the room, he heard Sheamus choking on his own breath as he turned around and saw a deadly serious Cesaro looking straight back at him.
"W-what?!" Wade felt his checks begin to burn, a light pink colour forming across his face.
Raising an eyebrow, Antonio looked between the two men who he seemed to have confused. "Is that not how you suggest going to bed with two other people? To sleep?"
A huge sigh of relief washed over Wade as the flush of his cheeks died down. "Not in those words, no..." Wade had to admit that his stomach twisted once he realised just what Antonio ment...He seriously was tired, wet, cold and needing sleep desperately. Before Wade could say anymore, Sheamus spoke up.
"Tryin' tah give me a bloody heart attack, flippin' Swedish speaking-good-for-nothin - "
Sheamus cut himself off as he heard a coat land on the floor, both Antonio and him looked towards the sound and saw Wade undressing. His coat alredy gone along with his shirt, exposing a sun-kissed chest that was toned with a tight, tense muscle layer. Dark jeans soaked through were slowly, agonisingly slow, slipped down his waist and thighs until they too joined the pile of clothes on the floor. Sheamus was sure had Wade taken any slower to pull those kegs down he would have been doing a strip tease, to which the Irish man would definitely pay for more of.
Wade looked up at the others, face of innocence. "What?" He frowned while walking towards the bed. "I'm not sleeping with wet clothes on." Grabbing the covers, Wade dusted them off before sliding under, making sure he was covered before taking off his boxers and tossing them onto the pile; no dirt lingered on the pillow as he placed his head down once fully declothed.
Sheamus stared, possibly more than a friend should, but damn, there was a naked Bad News Barrett under those blankets, how could he not? Even in a situation like this, he couldn't help but let his mind wonder...
Or at least that was until he turned to look at Cesaro and gasped at the nude bald man who also pulled back the covers and crawled under. The Celtic Warrior had to admit, Cesaro wasn't that bad looking either, clearly not as good as Wade, but still not bad... And currently both were naked...together...in a bed...did he mention they were nude?
A moment, minutes passed as Sheamus watched the two of them, both of their eyes closed until finally Wade spoke.
"There's room for one more, Sheamus." Wade mumbled with a sigh as Sheamus, who took a mere second to think this over, tore off his clothes and jumped in on the other side of Wade.
"Typical Irish man, always wanting what he can't have..."
"Ark who's talking, baldy."
"Either you two bloody stop or I'm kicking you both out of this bed." Wade warned with what was suppose to sound like a growl but came out as more of a purr.
As if on que, a low rumber of thunder, strike of lightening and then the power gave out, leaving the room in complete darkness.
Wade felt arms grab him and pull him to and fro, he was on the urge of yelling until they finally settled with Wade on his side, Antonio behind him, his hot breath lingering against Wade's neck, and Sheamus resting his chin against the top of Wade's head as he heard the Irish mans heart beat fill the Brit's ears; at least he was warm now...
As time went on and the three fall to sleep in each others arms, they never heard nor saw the bookshelf open up, a small, echoing giggle coming from within...
Review Or Pm. I so wanted to write a threesome between them! :3 But I decided to keep it rated T, though that rating might change soon. ;) Thank you all so much for the reviews/faves/followers. : )
