Well I'm back from holiday and decided to update early, how kind am I? :D Hope you all enjoy this chapter and let me know if you want me to continue. X)

No Way Out. Chapter 3: No Heart...

A couple of days had passed before Wade had gone to the hospital and had a cast and sling put around his arm, a few days later and he had surgery on his shoulder, and though he still had to wear the sling; Wade didn't have to take so many pills anymore.

Of course, the doctors were all glad to see Wade healed, mainly because that way they didn't have to deal with the arsey Brit who tried to knock out more than a few members of staff at the hospital, all of them being thankful that Dean had been close by and was, with amazement to the staff, able to calm Wade down somewhat before he did more damage to himself or others.

So after a while of Wade being on one side of the room and the doctors on the other, armed with needles, Dean had stepped in and calmed Wade down some before the former leader of Nexus allowed a nurse to put a sling around his arm.

Dean was pretty sure that as soon as they left the hospital, all the staff had sighed in relief.

Vince had even met up with them and walked both WWE superstar's out of the hospital, informing Wade that his IC belt would be up for grabs at Battleground, and Wade gave it up without a fight – knowing that he didn't have much of a choice in the matter – but the aftermath was the worse as the Brit barely spoke a signal word on the way back to Dean's house.

After a half an hour drive back, they had sat on a sofa in the living, Dean on the right in his normal get up of blue jeans and white tank top. Wade was on the left in black jeans and a blue shirt – most of the clothing was too tight on the green eyed male and Dean knew they would have to go to Wade's house and get him some more clothes; but figured he should wait until Wade was up to it – and clearly today was not that day.

"You know you'll be able to get it back again, right?" Dean turned to Wade who slowly gazed back. "The IC belt…"

Wade scoffed slightly, shaking his head. "If this injury is as bad as I think it is…then I don't even know if I'll be able to get back in the ring, let alone fight again…"

Dean watched as Wade gulped, he couldn't be sure; but he thought he saw a glimmer of tears in the green eyes he loved to look at.

Sighing, Dean ran a hand through his hair. "If you love what you do, then why talk like that? Hell, if you're going to give up on your dream then you might as well just crawl back into bed and stay there," Dean locked eyes with Wade, shifting closer to the taller male. "But hear me now, I will make damn sure you keep fighting, I'll drag you out of bed everyday and make you fight; either way – I'm not leaving you behind, Wade…"

Wade wasn't sure if the room had suddenly got hot but his whole body was warm as Dean touched his cheek, his hand slipping to the back of Wade's neck as he moved their heads closer until their lips almost brushed against each other. Maybe there was something wrong with him, but Wade found himself leaning in and closing his eyes just before their lips met; could Dean be what he was after all this time?

Their lips met in a sweet, but rough kiss; Dean nipped the bottom of Wade's lip, making the Brit open his mouth in surprise – giving the dirty blonde a chance to slip his tongue into Wade's gob – they fought for dominance as the kiss was deepened.

Dean suddenly pushed Wade further down onto the sofa, his hands running down the Brit's sides and down to his thighs, lifting them so they grind up against Dean's hips; with the sudden movement he was able to control the kiss with ease. His hands running back up Wade's lean body, making the former bare knuckled fighter groan into the kiss as his good wrist was taken held of and forced above his head, his injured arm forced to stay where it was.

"Dean…" Wade moaned as the kiss was broken, yet the blue-eyed male was quick to start kissing, licking and biting along Wade's neck and good shoulder, their groins rubbing against each other through a layer of fabric.

Wade moved his head back, giving Dean better accuses to his neck as he rolled his hips up, making Dean growl lowly at the back of his throat, his hand holding down Wade's arms; the Brit couldn't believe this was happening – but he'd be lying if he said he wanted it to stop. Having Dean on top of him, kissing him…it felt…Right…

However, Dean suddenly pulled up, looking down at Wade with animal-like eyes; wild and unpredictable. His dark blonde hair was now a mess full of long strands as he panted, need and desire pulsing through out his body – and all Wade could do was lean further back, trying to get Dean to continue – almost as though he was offering his body to some sort of god with the most sacred of touches.

And yet nothing came, Dean's eyes seemed to turn normal, calming ever so slightly, Wade wasn't sure but he could have sworn he saw a strike of fear run throughout them – though it only lasted for half a second.

"I can't…" Dean suddenly released Wade from his grip, climbing off of the confused Brit before he stood up, his back to Wade as he ran a hand through his hair. "I can't hurt you…" Dean mumbled to himself as Wade lifted himself up into a sitting position.

"Dean?"

Blue met green, an uneasiness filling both their eyes.

"You wouldn't understand…" Dean once again mumbled, walking toward the door, but was suddenly stopped as Wade shot up from the sofa and grabbed his shoulder – pulling the other male back to look at him.

No words were needed to be spoken as Dean turned around, shrugging Wade off; his eyes turning deadly. "I would have hurt you, Wade…"

"I don't bloody care –" Wade went to protest, but before he could he was pushed via Dean's hand, knocking him to floor.

"Well I do!" Dean shouted, gripping at his hair. "I can't hurt you; you don't know what you're getting in for – I'm not like others –"

This time, Dean was cut off as Wade slowly stood back up. "Who said I was?"

It was a simple statement, one that made both men watch each other carefully, willing the other to make the first move; a sly smirk blossoming across Dean's face.

Time to see if his pet's bite could be as worst as its bark.

I may or may not continue this story; I might just remove it - I'm not sure yet. My bad for any/all mistakes.

(IF there is a next time) : *Rated M* Wade finally makes it clear what he wants - and so does Dean - but are they willing to fill each others desires? And if so, at what costs?