Something That I Want.

Chapters: 4/?

Pairing(s): Dean/Wade. Roman/Seth. Possibly more.

WARNING(S): MxM. Slash. Swearing. Smut/Rape - is not detailed at all and can't really be called smut.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything or anyone - I only own the plot to this story and nothing more.

Something That I Want.
Chapter 4 : An Un-welcomed warmth.

3 weeks? Wade thought as he followed Roman back to the locker room, his head spinning slightly from shock. Was Dean serious? Could he, and the shield, make Wade Barrett, a former bare knuckled fighter, a champion within three-weeks?! Especially when Wade's opponent would be none other than John Cena? A man who was loved more than anyone on this earth, and also had the entire locker room at his beckon call. There would be absolutely no chance of wade winning - and it's not even saying he'd get as far as a match against John - let alone getting a title match against him. They had a past, and the nexus had left a big mark; even though they had failed in their plans for the WWE. Surly though, John would want nothing to do with the shield or Wade anymore and stay as far away from them as possible so he didn't have to fight them.

Shaking his head, Wade glanced back, seeing no one there. The only person with him was Roman. As soon as the shield had come back stage, Dean had told Roman to take Wade to the locker room and keep him there until mad man came back for him. Seth had gone along with Dean - who had gone in a different direction, mumbling something about needing to meet with someone. Roman had just grumbled, and Wade found himself following Roman like an obedient puppy - not making a single sound as he thought about what Dean had said earlier in the ring.

Almost everyone backstage was eyeing them, both carefully, most who would have approached Wade before when he would have been by himself did little but stare as Roman glared at them. Some of their fellow superstar s gave them funny looks, but then again, after the Nexus and Core fiasco, most thought that wade had given up on trying to work with groups - which a lot were thankful for - some not liking being attacked by a group of rookie s and then having them win in the fight. It was embarrassing to say the least.

Not paying much attention to where he was going, Wade ended up banging into Roman's back, hearing some sort of growl escape the long haired mans throat. Wade stepped back quickly, watching Roman's reactions. The tall member shou[d just open the locker room door before giving Wade space to go through, to which the Brit didn't waste much time in doing so - coming to a halt by the shower area. Roman simply sat down on a bench, watching Wade's every move.

"I'm going to take a shower," Wade mumbled, hearing a grumble of a reply from Roman. Sighing a little, the Brit walked into the shower area and turned one of shower-heads on, waiting until the water was warm enough before shedding his in-ring attire and going under the spray of the hot water. It was nice and all of Wade's tensed muscles seemed to relax a bit as the water ran down his naked body and into the drain. Wade remembered when he got back to his hotel room after the "meeting" with the shield, and how he did nothing but clean himself up and cry in bathtub in his room.

However, with remembering that night, it also brought back thoughts of why he was here. In the shields locker room taking a shower. Why had he agreed to this? Did he actually agree to this in the first place? Should he just leave and never look back? Quit from the WWE and find a new career back in England? No, Wade couldn't do that. He had no choice but to stay with the Shield and hope for the best. Maybe they wouldn't want Wade to "prove" himself anymore...oh Wade hoped so, he wouldn't last long having to give a blow job to three people and getting raped by one of them.

Leaning forwards in the shower, Wade rested his forehead against the white wall, allowing the water to rush over his back. The Brit's hands came up to his face, his fingers brushing against his pale, pink lips. The kiss Wade had shared with Dean lingering in his mind, too - which wasn't helping anything. Why would Dean kiss him...like that? Is it possible that when Dean said that he liked Wade, he meant that he liked, liked him? ...

Shaking his head clear of the thoughts, Wade gritted his teeth and balled his fist - hitting the wall hard enough to crack it a little. He was sick to death of questions, wondering what to do and whether or not he was doing the right thing. All it was doing was making his step back further and further. The situation was a 'one step forward and two steps back.'

Pulling back his fist, Wade checked that it wasn't bleeding, luckily it wasn't. Just as the former bare knuckled fighter was about to wrap a spear towel around his waist, (not having any clothes, only a towel that was at the side of the showers) a loud bang came from the other end of the locker room - the door slamming shut. Three new voices boomed through the room. Wade glanced at the shower exit and quickly wrapped the towel around his waist, walking over and peering out. Only to gasp at who he saw...

Dean came charging into the locker room with two people following him. Seth, who was being silent, went straight over to where Roman was sitting - a frown knitted onto his face. The leader of the shield turned around to the person following behind him still, snapping at him to shut the door which he did - slamming it close. From the corner of his eye, Dean noticed a head peek out from the shower area. He could tell it was Wade - Roman had also texted him a few minutes earlier saying that the Brit was having a shower.

However, even though Dean was looking at Wade, the former leader of Nexus seemed to not be paying attention to him, but more to the shields guest. Turning his gaze to the other person in the locker room, Dean frowned deeply - something didn't feel right...it especially didn't feel right when the guest noticed Wade watching him and they ended up just staring at each other. Wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

Dean decided to intervene, he really didn't like the way the two of them were looking at each other. Coughing slightly, Dean stepped in front of their line of view.

"Don't you need to get dressed, Barrett." Dean ordered more than asked as he grabbed some clothes from a nearby bag - not caring who's they were before tossing them at tall, green-eyed Brit. Wade caught the clothes just in time, taking a final look at the Shield's guess before scurrying off back into the shower area. Rolling his shoulders, Dean looked back at the man who had followed him here.

"I take it you two know each other?" Dean asked the Viper, Randy Orton. The approx predator shrugged his shoulders, a sly smirk gracing his lips.

"Sort ah', we used to...release our stress out on each...if you get what I mean." Randy's eyes held no sign of loss or pain as he spoke about his past with Wade. Dean couldn't be sure, but he could have sworn he heard a sniffle come from the shower area.

Seth, though - seemed to perk up at what the Viper said. "So you used to fuck each other? Let me guess, that bitch in the showers always got his breakfast from drinking your cum, typical for a whore like him." Seth folded his arms over his chest and smirked, ignoring the glare coming from his leader.

"Seth." Roman used his name in a warning tone knowing fully well that Ambrose wouldn't be able to stop himself from snapping the youngest members head off. Before anything else could happen though, Randy responded.

"Ha. I wish. His mouth was big enough for my cock, but he would never be seen dead having another mans cock down his throat...or so he told me. All we used to do was watch each other jerk off, sometimes make out, both our...personalise s in the bed room would stop us from going too far. It would always turn into a brawl if anything." Seth let out an "oh," but nothing more. Roman was listening closely to what the viper had to say and Dean, well he was to busy heading towards the shower area.

He didn't know why, but something told him to go and check on Wade. Randy didn't care who you were and he'd tell you the ins and outs of his arse. The only reason he was in the Shield's locker room was because the shield, under Paul's "suggestion," was also helping the Viper - more like protecting him from his enemies, who, for some reason, was more pissed off with Randy than ever before. Maybe it was the whole turning bad thing again, or just that Randy - with his poor arse attitude - was an easy person to hate. Dean was starting to believe the later of the two.

Walking into the shower area, Dean noticed Wade straight away. The Brit was in nothing but a white shirt that Dean had given him (the shirt belonging to Roman). The black kegs were on the floor, clearly too small to fit the tall bare knuckled fighter. Dean raised an eyebrow when he realised that wade hadn't spotted him - too busy looking at the other side of the shower room. Strolling over to Wade, who was sitting on the tiled floor, Dean lent against the next to him.

Not really knowing what to say, Dean went with a simple; "You don't seem to be doing what I told you to be doing, Barrett." Wade jumped at the sound of the leader of the Shield's voice before blushing and pulling the white t-shirt down to cover up anything that might have shown.

"I can't, the trouser are too bloody small - " before Wade could continue, dean butted in.

"Were you crying?" He asked out of the blue, looking down at the ground. Wade blinked a few times, his mouth in the perfect 'o' shape.

"...no..." Wade lied, his eyes were puffy and red and his face held tear stains down his cheeks.

"Don't lie to me, Barrett!" Dean snapped once again. His eyes boring holes into the confused Brit on the floor. Why did Dean care if he was crying, anyway?

"...only a little..." Wade admitted while rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, clearing away the tears. However, what came next from Dean stopped Wade in his tracks.

"Well stop it. Don't you dare cry again..."

Wade stared wide-eyed up at Dean, who still wasn't looking at him. He was in total shock for what must have been the millionth time that day. "Huh?" The former leader of Nexus was completely speechless once more.

Dean huffed before turning his gaze to Wade. "I said don't cry anymore. It really doesn't suit you, it makes you look weak...and like a girl..." with that said, Dean walked out of the locker room and grabbed a pair of light blue jeans before tossing them into the shower room knowing that Wade would get the hint to put them on.

"Come on, Barrett - we're gonna get something to eat!" Dean didn't really listen to Randy and Seth talk amongst themselves, knowing full well that Roman would tell him if there had been something important going on. Instead he headed to the door, sending the silent message to Roman to bring the others (once wade was ready) to his car...

Dean whistled to himself as he swung his car keys around his finger as he headed in the direction of the black SUV. It was late and there was only a few cars left in the car park, all the fans had gone home and for once in a while none of them lingered behind to get a snap shot of their favourite superstar or something.

Once at the SUV Dean went to open the door, but stopped once he saw the reflection in the side mirror.

"What the hell do you want?" Dean said with a heavy sigh following as he turned to look at John Cena, who was holding tightly onto his world heavyweight championship.

John pulled off his cap and frowned at the leader of the shield. "What the hell was that about earlier, Ambrose? Why the hell is the shield helping out Wade Barrett, suddenly. Of all the people you could have helped to try and get my championship away from me, you pick the weakest one in the locker room - he can't even beat goat-face! Hell, you have a better chance at getting Hornswoggle to beat me by himself."

Dean just smirked at John's statement. "Don't underestimate someone who used kick your ass every week -"

"That was only because he had the Nexus do all of his dirty work for him, he wouldn't have stood a chance in the WWE without that shitty group of his."

"Oh?" Dean paused, raising an eyebrow. "And yet he's still here, even though the nexus finished years ago. I would know, I was watching his every move."

John looked confused for a moment or two before he finally shook his head and sighed. "Whatever, just tell me why. Why in hells name did you allow Wade Barrett into the shield? "

Leaning forwards a little, Dean chuckled coldly. "Because I claimed him as mine. He proved himself worthy of being in the shield. Like I said earlier; Wade Barrett is my property, he belongs to me and only me. What I say, he does. I tamed him. And in return, I'll allow my pet to become world champion within three weeks. So I suggest you enjoy your time as champion while it last, Cena." Dean all but spat out the last part. Watching as john held up his hands and started to back away.

"You're crazy." Was the last thing John said before he disappeared from sight.

A few moments later and the door to the area opened up and out came Roman, being followed by Wade, who blushed some once his eyes connected with Deans before he quickly glanced away. Seth and Randy were still talking amongst themselves, not paying much attention as they whispered to each other. Roman stopped before he reached the SUV, turning to look at Seth.

"Seth. Come on, we're going to the hotel."

The youngest member of the shield frowned as look up at Roman. "Aren't we getting something to eat with Dean and that whore -" before Seth could continue, roman grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the small group of superstars.

"No." Was his simple answer as he dragged Seth along with him. Dean laughed a little at his two team mates, he could tell that Roman wanted to be alone with Seth for a bit. Plus the hotel was within walking distance, had dean not already said they were going to go eat something - he would have taken wade back to the hotel and had some...alone time with the Brit. However, there was still one person left to a count for.

"You guys can knock yourselves out, I'm gonna head back to the hotel as well." With that said, the viper made his way through the car park and left. Dean turned back to Wade, looking the Brit up and down. He may as well give Wade the choice of what they do. Go eat. Or go back to the hotel.

"Do you still wanna eat, or go straight to the hotel?" Dean honestly didn't mind either. He wasn't that hungry, and he could really do with a fuck - & the former leader of Nexus was the only one he wanted to be inside of at the moment. So the choice was entirely up to Wade.

"..." Wade was silent for a while. "Could we go straight to the hotel? I am sort of tired after today."

"Good choice," Dean smirked, pulling open the car door. "Get in." Slapping Wade's arse as the Brit shuffled into the SUV, Dean got in as well - not caring that they may just pass Roman, Seth and Randy on their way to the hotel...

"Here we are," Dean's voice filled Wade's ears as the tall, green-eyed Brit came to a stop outside of a room. Ambrose opened the door up and allowed Wade to go in first, of course Wade was quick to notice that there was only one bed in the room and it made him nervous - even more nervous than being told by Dean only a few moment's ago that they were sharing a room together from now on. Roman and Seth would be sharing a room between themselves as well. Wade's head was still in a mess, no matter what he did, Wade couldn't help but over think things - like the comment Dean had made earlier about him crying. The thought that Dean was doing it because he actually cared was idiotic...wasn't it? Dean didn't care about anyone but himself. Sort of like Wade. Even though now...all Wade could think about was Dean...

Whom walked past the Brit and sat down on the bed. The two men looked at each other, and to Wade's surprise - he actually didn't look away from Dean's boaring eyes. Though his face had turned a darker peachy colour than normal, his cheeks feeling more hot than usual; Dean wasn't helping much as he just grinned like he'd won the lottery. Half of Wade wanted to snap at him to stop grinning like that, but the over half was too busy looking at Dean to actually sum up some sort of words of action.

The silence lingered on for what seemed like forever before Dean finally opened his mouth. "So you and Orton, huh?"

To say that the question was out of the blue was an understatement of the year. Folding his arms over his chest, Wade shrugged his shoulders. "It was a mistake to begin with. Neither of us cared for each other. It just happened one night, not that much actually happened, really; he wouldn't bottom to me and sure as hell wouldn't bottom to a snake-like him." Wade growled out the last part, glaring into the hotel wall. Dean's eyebrow was raised a little, it was almost as though he actually cared about what Wade had to say. Even though the former bare knuckled fight knew that was impossible.

"So you didn't care about him?" Dean questioned again, seeming more interested in Wade's answer now more than before. Wade stood there for a moment, frowning slightly at the questions being fired at him. He really wanted to ask why Dean cared so much, but found himself answering truthfully instead.

"No. I didn't care about him at all..."

"So why were you crying earlier then?!" Dean's voice was higher and his tone was more aggressive than before. Even though Wade had only really known Dean for a few hours, he could tell that the leader of the shield thought that he was lying to him. The aggressive tone was a big give away.

"...I wasn't crying because of him..." Wade mumbled, looking down at the floor - knowing the real reason behind his tears earlier. "I was crying because..." Wade paused before taking a quick glance at Dean. "Even though it happened a few days ago, my arse still hurts. Not a lot anymore, but I slipped and fall onto the floor - it brought tears to my eyes."

Dean couldn't help but laugh to himself. It was really just as simple as that. And here he'd been thinking that Randy was the course of Wade's tears, but instead it had been him... 'Wait,' Dean thought while frowning. 'Why do I actually feel bad about coursing Wade pain...I didn't before...so why now? I know I like his body...but still...I don't actually like him...do I?' Trailing off, Dean looked up at Wade again. The greened eyes beauty locked eyes with Ambrose once more - however, the statement that came next would have normally made Wade Bull-Hammer somebody; it almost made the Brit fall on the floor in shock.

"Take off your clothes." Dean's voice was dry with no humor, anger, sarcasm or anything like that in it. His face had turned completely unreadable.

Mouth opening and closing in quick motions, Wade staggered back. "...I've already proved myself to you, you said that - "

Dean cut him off with a loud sigh and a roll of his eyes. "I said that you're mine, I get to do what I want to with your body; and you'll do what I say. So take off your damn clothes now, Barrett!" Shuddering at Dean's tone Wade closed his eyes. He remembered the deal. He joined the shield, did as Dean said with no questions asked - and in return he got to be England's first world champion. Even though he knew this, it still didn't stop him from not wanting to do as his told like a dog.

A moment passed and Wade finally started to shed his clothes, leaving himself naked in front of Ambrose. Dean stood up and walked around the long-legged Brit before him, seeing all of Wade's body - being turned on by it badly. Leaning in close to Wade's ear, smirking lightly as the young man in front of him shivered, whispering;

"Get on the bed and stay on all fours," Dean bit Wade's ear, almost drawing blood before he pushed the newly named shield member towards the single bed. Wade quickly did what he was told and got on all fours, looking down at the pillow with shame in his eyes at having to do this. All those thoughts that Dean actually may have cared about something to do with him quickly vanished as Dean's clothes were gone and he positioned himself behind Wade. The Brit couldn't help but let out an ear-piercing scream as he was rammed into, it didn't take long for an un-welcomed warmth of Dean's cum filed up Wade's ass - mixing with his blood.

Dean gritted his teeth as he came inside of Wade, ignoring the whimper's of pain and embarrassment coming from the Brit under him. Apart of him was confused, not knowing why he had taken Wade in such a way again - the former leader of Nexus belonged to him now, did he have to be so rough? But the other part of him was glad that he'd done it that way. It showed that he didn't care. Which he didn't. He didn't care about Wade, only the Brit's body - and he didn't even care about that much. It was just a warm body to cum in.

But then why was it only Wade who Dean wanted to fuck? There were other men, men who were more submissive - there was even women who caught Dean's eye more than once. But as soon as he saw Wade, though...he just knew he had to have him. He didn't care, no, he couldn't care about anyone - certainly not Wade...

But...

Why then is it that Dean can't help but want to wrap his arms around the shivering Brit underneath him and make the tears that were down his cheeks disappear. Why did he want nothing more than to keep Wade his and only his. It didn't mean he cared, though...

Right?

Review Or Pm. Cheers for the reviews/followers/faves, they mean a lot. Sorry if this chapter was total rubbish or it had to many mistakes in - I wrote most of this on my Tablet so there's probably a load of mistakes. Also. I know I said that I'd be putting Wade back into his normal character, but it's so hard to do that - especially in a rape story that turns out like mines going to. You'll all have to bare with me, I write as I go so everything's all here, there and everywhere at the minute. Forgive me? :D