A/N I honestly don't know why I wrote this, but it came to me last year sometime and after talking to a few friends - I finally decided to post it. It may remain with one chapter, or I may remove it, I guess it's what I feel like in the end.

Other Notes: The reason I haven't been updating anything lately is because I've been busy and been distracted by "what I want to do in the future -" and all that rubbish. So sorry about the lack in updates to all my stories, but I should be updating something either Monday or Wednesday; that's if anyones still reading my rubbish, anyway.

Something That I Want.

Chapters: 1/?

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

WARNING(S): Rated M - just in case. MxM. Slash. Smut/Rape. Blow Job. Other...

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

Something That I Want.
Chapter 1 : Prove Yourself.

Wade Barrett walked down the hallway of the hotel he was staying at. He wasn't heading to his own room though, no, he was heading towards a room that was shared by three people. Three people who Wade needed to have a word with, they were The Shield. Wade had many reasons as to why he was heading to their room, but his main one was because he wanted a championship - yes he may have the IC belt, but he wanted something more. And he had been told many times before by Paul Heyman that the Shield was the way to get that. Wade had, of course, thought this over a good few times. Taking in the worst scenario and good ones. There was a lot of bad possibility's to come out of this if it went tits up, but if it went well then Wade could be a new world heavyweight champion within a week!

If that wasn't enough reasoning to do this, then Wade didn't know what was.

The Brit slowly came to a stop outside of a room on the top floor. He hoped the woman down stairs had given him the right room number or he was going to go back down there and give her a bull hammer, no one cross' Wade Barrett and gets away with it. Knocking lightly on the door twice, Wade waited. Rubbing his hand's together, feeling an uneasyness settle in his stomach - he quickly shook it off. Pulling his black jacket closer to his body. It was quite a chilly night and the hotel had heating problems. Only a few minutes later and the door opened up wide, no fear that someone could see inside or if the one who knocked was a robber or something.

Roman was there, staring at Wade. He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest before he took in a breath. "What are you doing here, Barrett?" He asked, taking in what Wade was wearing; worn out blue jeans and a black jacket - nothing fancy. Roman himself had a simple short-sleeved t-shirt and dark trousers on, also nothing fancy. His brown eyes were scanning Wade, looking him over as if trying to see through Wade's clothes. The Brit forced a smile, he didn't like being looked at like he was a cheap whore trying to get fucked. The last person who had looked at him like that had gotten a boot to the face and a wind of change to follow.

"Charming manners," Wade commented quickly before he turned deadly serious. "I've come here to ask the shield for something."

"Why would the Shield do anything for you." Roman said, it wasn't a question more like a statement of 'Don't bother, we aren't gonna help you.'

Wade held up his hands, "just hear me out, I'm sure it'll be worth your time. May I come in?" Wade never really questioned it either, he just barged in. Looking around the room as fast as he could to see if there was any other threat or person a part from Roman, no one else seemed to be there until Wade heard the bath room door open. He shot his head towards the sound, seeing Dean come out in nothing but a towel. Wade looked away quicker then a snake could strike at a heat-source. From the corner of his eye though, he saw Dean smirk as he turned to Roman to ask why they had a guest. Roman told Dean that Wade had wanted something from the shield.

Dean raised an eyebrow at Wade, who was still looking away from the shorter man. "You want something from the shield?" Dean looked surprised a little. He walked over to the settee that was in the room and sat down there - still in the towel. Roman leaned against the now closed-door, his face unreadable. Wade stood there, watching both men carefully, he silently wondered where the two hair coloured one was, what was his name again? Seth? Wade couldn't remember, he barely knew who Dean was let alone Roman.

"I do," Wade replied to what Dean had asked only moments ago.

"And what would that be?"

"I want to join the shield, so you can help me go after John Cena - so I can be the next world heavyweight champion." Wade said, a small smile playing at his lips, but it soon faded. Dean and Roman looked at each other and burst out laughing. Wade was confused, he was sure his expression showed it too. Dean finally spoke after wiping his eyes.

"Yeah, that's funny." Dean once again wiped his eyes, laughter still lingering in his tone. "You can't just come in here expecting for us to just say 'hey, you're in.' That's not how we work, you have to prove yourself to us. Anyway, we're not recruiting, even if we was - why the hell would we choose you. Someone who can't even defeat the Miz let alone Fandango. Get out." Dean pointed to the door. Wade stood there, shocked through. He knew it wouldn't have been easy to get into the shield, but he didn't think he - Wade Barrett, a former bare knuckled fighter - would have been shot down so quickly. Obviously these two were out of their minds, but before Wade could reason or saying anything else - Roman grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him towards the door.

"Get off of me you bloody arsehole!" Wade shouted at the top of his lungs, but Roman just ignored him like a gooden. They were nearing the door and Roman had just about grasped the handle when Wade, without thinking, yelled out. "I'll prove myself to you, the both of you! Anything, I'll do anything!" Roman stopped dead before turning back to Dean. They whispered something to one another, but Wade never heard them because he was trying to pry Roman's hand off of the back of his neck. After what seemed like hours but actually only a few moment's, Roman pushed Wade sidewards - making Wade fall to his knees just in front of Dean.

"You know what, we may reconsider this...You'll do anything to prove yourself, right?" Dean asked, a sly smirk slide onto his face. Wade swallowed hard, nodding his head. He didn't want to answer, not to this. He was the former leader of Nexus, yet here he was; on his knees in front of Ambrose - a mad man by alright's. Wade felt slightly embarrassed, but he was trying not to let it show - he'd never asked anyone for help before either, which didn't help.

"I didn't hear any answer...Will. You. Do. Anything. To. Prove. Yourself?" Dean says slowly, keeping his eyes on Wade the entire time. Dean's hand then shot out and grabbed Wade's chin, lifting Wade's head up so the Brit's eyes were staring up at the ceiling. Wade tried not to yelp in pain as Dean was holding his jaw so tight he thought it might be breaking.

"Yes. I'll do anything," Wade said, his teeth clenched together but not by purpose, but because of Dean's hand clasped around his jaw. "You know bloody well I will." Finally, Dean let go of Wade's jaw and smirked. The former leader of Nexus held the bottom of his face in pain, rubbing his chin to try & ease the pain. Dean allowed his tongue to stick out as he run it across his lips.

"Good. If you really want to prove yourself...then give me a blow job. Right here, right now." He spoke before unwrapping the towel around his waist - letting it rest on the settee. Wade looked at him with wide eyes, not believing what the man in front of him had just said or done. Wade snapped his eyes to Roman who was just watching Wade and what his next move was going to be. The Brit shook his head.

"You're insane."

"You're only just figuring that out?" Dean chuckled. Wade's eyes followed Dean's hand as he took hold of his own dick, rubbing it slightly to get himself hard - harder than he already was. Wade swallowed hard again, he'd never given anyone a blow job before, it was always them giving him one - never the other way around. Wade chewed the inside of his cheek for a few long seconds before meeting back with Dean's gazes.

"Isn't there another way I could prove myself to you?" He asked, his voice no higher than a small whisper. Dean narrowed his eyes, glaring at the green-eyed man on his knees still.

"No. There isn't, now you either suck me off or you don't get in the shield; bye, bye any of your chances of becoming world heavyweight champion... Well...I guess I could give that arse of yours ago if you'd like?"

Wade shook his head once more; he'd rather not get fucked in the arse. Shuffling forwards a few meters, Wade looked up at Dean. Hoping that this was some joke, but it wasn't and Wade really wanted that world title, it was this - or nothing. Dean rolled his eyes, grabbing Wade's now short hair that was still long enough for him to hold tightly onto - he then pulled Wade closer. "I'm not joking Wade, if you want it, you prove yourself to us. Now; you better do as I say or I'm not going to let you just walk out of here." Wade never spoke, he was ashamed of getting into this. Maybe if it was just Dean then he could have fought him off and ran for it, but Roman was here...and Wade still wanted the championship too badly to run anyway.

Wade leaned forwards, his lips almost touching Dean's harden dick. Slowly, he allowed his tongues to pass his lips. Wade ran his warm, wet tongue over the head of Dean's dick, tracing it along the bottom of the shorter mans long member for a while. Dean grunted, shooting his fingers into Wade's hair once again, pulling on the short locks. Wade guest he was doing right for once as a long sigh came from the back of Dean's throat. After reaching the top half of Dean's cock; he opened his mouth wide, taking in the head before he started to take down the full length. Wade then felt the fingers twist in his hair, pulling against the locks as a deep, meaningful moan passed Dean's lips.

Wade allowed his eyes to fall shut; he tried to think of anything else but pretty much giving the leader of the shield a blow job - but it wasn't working. An imagine of when Justin used to give Wade blow jobs flashed through his mind and Wade whimpered against Dean's dick as he sucked on it. Dean groaned at feeling the whimper come from Wade. Dean pushed his hard member further down wade's throat, gagging him a bit; but Wade hallowed out his cheeks. Swallowing most of Dean down.

Roman, who had been silently watching, walked over slowly; obviously wanting in on something. Wades eyes opened and watched him, but didn't do anything else - however, Dean started speaking;

"Roman," Dean said, his voice thick and silky. "Want a turn?" Wade over heard the conversation and he tried to pull back. Dean was bad enough, he couldn't hack having to suck Roman off as well. Unfortunately; Dean still had a hold on his hair and kept him there, Wade started to panic as he gagged even more so than last time. He moved his hand to Dean's to try & pry it from his hair, pushing himself back as far as he could - but mad man just glared at him.

"Like fuck am I giving Roman a blow job!" Wade yelled once his mouth was free; Dean just smiled down cruelly at the Brit.

"You have to prove yourself, remember? TO ALL OF US!" Before Wade could protest anymore, Roman unzipped his trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor. His boxers following soon after. Dean got up, grabbing Wade and dragging him over - man handling him - and Roman couldn't help but be turned on by it.

"Stop talking for once in your life!" Dean growled dangerously and Wade shuddered at the tone.

"I might need help with keeping him still though," Roman said. "He looks like he wants to put up a fight."

"No problem," Dean laughed loudly. "I think while you keep that mouth of his quite, I might just take a turn at that ass of his." Wade began to put up some sore of fight, but it didn't work.

"I don't want this anymore," Wade all but screamed. "I don't won't to be part of the shield! Let me go, please!"

"It's unfortunate, for you anyway, but it's too damn late now." Dean spoke as he man handled Wade to Roman's legs - spanking the Brits arse.

"You wanted to prove yourself, Barrett!" Roman spat. Wade finally gave into the hold he was in by Dean, he knew that now that fighting wouldn't be any good. He was done and they both knew it. Wade closed his eyes once again, sighing in defeat; he knew he didn't stand any real chance of getting out of this now. He regretted ever coming here. Dean smirked to himself as he watched Roman touch himself to get hard. Wade swallowed a bit before taking in Roman's huge member. "Shit, feels so damn good." He spoke deeply as he pushed himself further down Wade's throat like Dean had done only a few minutes earlier.

Dean shook his head, smirking a little as he got behind Wade. Dropping to his knees and then he took hold of either side of Wade's jeans, yanking them down to the Brit's knees. Dean licked his lips; he wasn't going to worry about preparing the young male in front of him, he had no time for that crap. Instead he used the sliver coated around his dick from when Wade had sucked him off, then he didn't waste any time - he pushed himself into Wade. Fast and hard. Wade screamed loud, but it was muffled from him sucking off Roman whose head went back as he let himself go. His hot seed's being drunk down by Wade, if he hadn't then he would have choked on it. Some even slipped from his mouth.

Ambrose moaned, thrusting in and out of wade who was so tight it was unbelievable. Tears began to leak from Wade's eyes, making the man who was officially mad, laugh. "Aww, what's this? Never been done in the ass before, Barrett?!" Wade just whimpered again, his body shaking - gasps and pained whines came from his mouth which was now unoccupied. Roman just watched and started to touch himself through it all. The green-eyed male cried out as Dean went all the way out, just to go all the way back in again. Blood dribbled down Wade's thighs from his arse, lubricating him even more. It wasn't long before he cumed inside of Wade's tight entrench before pulling out. Wade collapsed to the floor, his eyes holding pain - his eye lids half-shut.

Dean slowly stood up, walking over to his bag and pulling out some cream, coming back to Wade after. He uncapped it, squeezing some onto his hand before smearing it against Wade's sore arse. The Brit moaned, his eyes falling shut before soft snores were heard. Roman looked at the former bare knuckled fighter on the floor, then to Dean.

"What are you thinking about, Ambrose?" He asked, seeing that his leaders eyes lingered on Wade far too long.

"Hm? Oh, nothing..." He replied. Roman shrugged his shoulders.

"Sure, I believe you; thousands wouldn't."

Dean glared at him. "Fine, I like him - problem with that?" He snapped, picking Wade up in his arms before placing him gently down on the sofa. He stroked the side of Wade's face.

"Seth's not going to be to happy about this, you know that - right? He'll probably want Wade gone. Plus it's not saying that Wade will wanna stay anyway."

"Oh, he'll stay, I'll make sure of it. And Seth can mind his own business, Wade's mine - all mine - and no ones going to change that..." Roman stayed silent as he watched the way Dean stroked the side of Wade's face in an almost caring way. He knew that his leader had been keeping an eye on Wade a lot lately, watching him closer than they watched their next victims. The way Dean would leave the group earlier and earlier every night so he could go watch Wade's matches or follow him to his car just to make sure the Brit would be okay by himself. Roman wasn't much of a talker, but he knew how Dean was when it came to Wade - even though the leader of the Shield found it hard to show his emotions. Roman was sure he was only allowed to touch Wade because he was like Dean's brother, though he was positive it wouldn't be happening again.

Dean would rather watch the ones he cares about deeply from the shadows, showing them hatred even though he actually liked them whenever that met in the hallways or something, but the main thing he does that stands out above most - is that Dean will attack anyone who goes to hurt the one he cares about. It was no different with the way he acted with Wade. He'd watch him, follow him but not be seen, get mad at him straight away whenever they met (not that it was often that it happened - in fact it rarely did) and then there would be some of Wade's opponents going missing after his matches. They'd be found a few days later beaten to a bloody pulp.

Roman scratched his head before making sure he was presentable to leave the hotel room. He opened the door, getting ready to step outside but stopped short as he turned back to Dean. "I'm going to find Seth."

"Like I care," Dean growled out, too busy watching over Wade to care about anything else. Roman shook his head before leaving the locker room, he knew that now that Dean had Wade; he wasn't going to let him go...

Review Or Pm. Not the best, I know, but I have tried. Sorry if you didn't like it. There maybe another chapter, but I'm not sure...Should there be another one? :\