This idea was inspired by Madamchainsaw's "Something That I Want…" (Which is also a Dean/BNB story) Ever since I saw Dean and Wade fighting each other back in whenever, I've been addicted to the pairing even though there's only one story out there about them. (Or at least that's all I can find, anyway) So I spoke with MC herself and we came up with this together. And though she says she hasn't written anything for a while that's good, after reading this – I begged to differ. ;)

Warnings: Slash. MxM. Rated M for later chapters. Hinted master/pet. Dean/BNB. Set just after Wade's current shoulder injury. (I think that's it…for now anyway) Enjoy… :P

No Way Out. Chapter 1: No Love...

Dean Ambrose was a sane man…Or at least he thought he was where as some people might disagree with that statement - and maybe even more so once they realised just where he was going as he rushed backstage after finishing off with Seth, no longer concerned with the smaller male as he pushed passed the backstage crew before coming to a halt in front of a door where he knew a certain Brit would be; nursing his shoulder as countless amounts of trainers tried to look over his newly gained injury.

Dean grasped the handle but didn't turn it as flashes of what happened only moments earlier came flooding back.

All he could do was simply watch as "Bad News" Wade Barrett was slammed carelessly into the barricade, not once, but twice – leaving Wade withering in pain on the floor as he gripped hold of his shoulder - Dean was pretty sure had Jack not stopped and looked at him (which earned Swagger a suicide dive) that the blonde would have gone back to slamming Wade against the barricade and not even Zeb Colter would have been able to control him.

Hearing a small yelp and then a warning growl emerge from inside the room, Dean decided that he should at least try to save the trainer who was looking over Wade, and opened the door. He was met with the sight of a very intimidated doctor trying his hardest to gently look at Wade's shoulder, and a rather pissed off Brit cursing his every move.

"Barrett…" Dean spoke up as he walked further in; having a pair of firm, yet slightly blood-shot, green eyes look up at him.

Dean couldn't help but note how Wade looked as he sat half on the small bed and half off, his shoulder having a pack of ice pressed against it as the Doc poked and prodded. His hair was a short, curly mess and his thin, pink lips were separated only a bit as he panted; sweat falling from his head and running down his toned chest – his long legs hanging over the bed carelessly. If it had been any other situation, it wouldn't have been a bad look – however - as Dean saw the redness of Wade's shoulder, he couldn't help but grit his teeth as he thought of ways to make Jack Swagger pay for hurting his Brit.

"What the bloody hell do you want, Ambrose?!" Wade snapped, and though he tried to hide his pain, it was clearer than a crystal through his eyes and face features.

Dean just smirked as he strolled over towards the bed Wade sat on, mere feet away from the other male. "Just came to see how you were fairing…"

Wade huffed loudly. "Well I'm fine, tha –" Before Wade could finish, the doctor pressed a part of his shoulder and made the former bare knuckled fighter jump and close his eyes tightly as pain flushed across his face; a moment later being replaced by a sneer. "I said I'm fine!" Wade growled at the doctor who looked as though he was about to protest but before he could, Wade stood up and towered over the much smaller man who imminently backed away – almost hiding behind Dean who simply raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe you should leave him for now, Doc…" Dean supplied as Wade looked as though he could kill someone with a single glare. "You can check him over tomorrow or something…"

"O-Okay!" The doctor was quick to pack up his stuff after giving Dean a small pack of painkillers – saying something under the lines of 'there for him,' quickly glancing at Wade before darting out of the room.

Once the doctor was gone, Wade sat down on the bed and held his head in his good hand, ignoring the other person in the room.

Dean watched silently as Wade seemed to calm down, his breathing easing up and his body loosing some of its tension. The blue-eyed male had to wonder if Wade would be seen this way with anyone else, or if he only showed a somewhat calmer side when Ambrose was with him.

Slowly, Dean began to reach his hand out to comb his fingers through Wade's hair, but suddenly stopped; ever since their first match together they had gotten to know each other well – and Dean never got to know someone – most bored him or were just annoying…Yet Wade was different. He had something about him that made Dean curious, like a side that no one else got to see which made him intrigued.

Sighing, Dean moved his hand away. He wanted nothing more than to hold Wade in his arms, to make him his and no one else's; whenever his thoughts had turned to making Wade his, he didn't know – but he couldn't shake them.

They had only known each other properly for mere months and he already knew that he wanted Wade to be his – and only his. Why he was having these thoughts he didn't know, but he couldn't stop them. Maybe it was because of his recent break up, or maybe people were right; he was insane. But there was no way in hell that he was going to let anyone hurt HIS pet, in any way – even if it meant ruining his own career – he would protect Wade at any cost…And even if Wade had no idea about it…

"Here," Dean said and Wade looked up just in time to see a pack of tablets flying towards him - which he caught with ease. "Take two for the pain and I'll be back in a minute…" The dirty blonde walked out of the door, only stopping when Wade's voice piped up.

"Where are you going?"

Dean glanced back, a smirk marrying his face. "You don't want to go home in your wrestling attire, do you?" It wasn't much of a question. "Be a good boy and stay where you are…" Dean was already gone before Wade could answer...

Opening the locker room door, Dean ignored all of the other superstars in there and walked over to Wade's bag which sat nearest the back, only a few meters away from his own. Grabbing both bags, Dean made to walk out of the locker room but stopped once he saw who walked in.

Jack Swagger stood in the doorway, glaring at Dean until Zeb patted his shoulder; both blondes continued to stare at each other as though daring the other to make the first move.

Walking towards the two, Dean knocked Jack's shoulder with his own. "If you think you're going to get away with hurting Wade, then you're dead wrong – watch your back, Swagger…" A single sneer was all that was needed before he walked away and back toward the room Wade was in...

Once Dean arrived back, he saw Wade still sitting on the bed where he had been told to stay and couldn't help but smirk again.

"What a good boy," Dean spoke, making Wade lift his head up. "You'll have to have a treat later…"

Wade glared, yet it lacked in force. "Whatever, Ambrose…"

'Must be the pills kicking in,' Dean thought as he chuckled lightly.

Opening Wade's bag he pulled out the Brit's clothes; a simple Bad News Barrett t-shirt and a pair of black shorts were all to be found.

"I know you'd probably prefer a shower, but I thought it would be better for you to stay away from the others for a while –"

"And yet you're here," Wade grumbled as he was passed his clothing.

Dean ignored Wade's comment as he leaned against the wall nearest him and watched the former leader of Nexus struggle to try and get his t-shirt on. Minutes past as Wade continued to struggle before he finally growled and tossed his shirt onto the floor, not even bothering with his shorts.

Rolling his eyes, Dean grasped hold of the fallen top and walked closer to Wade before he began to put it over the green-eyed males head.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" Wade asked; his accent deep – more than likely from fear of being seen as weak. "I don't need your help, Ambrose!"

"Ah, stop complaining; it'll get you out of this place faster." He reassured before Wade's good arm went through, instead of placing the other through the hole he decided to leave it and simply tug the shirt down so it covered Wade's chest.

Dean was sure Wade was cursing him for all he was worth, but he knew the Brit was too tired to fight against him and allowed the American to do what he wanted.

"Stand up." Dean commanded and Wade, rather reluctantly, stood up.

Slowly, the former US champion pricked his fingers into the top of Wade's ring attire and pulled them down the long legs that he had thought about putting around his waist more than once.

Wade's face was giving a soft, red glow to it as he stepped out of his in-ring gear, left in nothing but his boxers – his knee pads soon following; and then his shorts were pulled up his legs before balancing on his hips.

The Brit couldn't help but feel a blush set in on his cheeks as he felt Dean's fingers trace against his skin, trying his hardest to bit back a groan.

The man who was known for his less than sane mind allowed his hands to settle on Wade's waist, and the Brit couldn't make eye contact anymore as the thought of Dean's hands running down his legs again made him blush more – to which he blamed the pills he had taken and the fact he was tired.

"See?" Dean lifted Wade's head by placing his hand under Wade's face to make their eyes meet. "It wasn't so bad, was it?"

"I'm not a bloody child, Dean!" Wade snapped, but it was low and mumbled.

Dean gave a light chuckle again before finally patting Wade's head. "No, but you might as well be my pet." It was a small statement, but one that made Wade's eyes widen.

"What?!"

Ambrose shrugged his shoulders, grabbing both his and Wade's bags before walking toward the door again.

Whistling, Dean patted his leg. "Come here boy, we're going to my house."

Wade watched as Dean walked away, expecting the Brit to simply follow his command.

The former bare knuckled fighter stood slowly on shaky legs, had it been another time – or more like another man – he would have given them a Bull hammer to the face and then a kick to the gut… And yet he began to follow the other man like an obedient dog, head down and tail between its legs.

Yes, it was definitely the pain-killer that were messing with Wade's head and making his judgment poor; and nothing more…

I've always wanted to read a Jack Swagger/BNB story for some reason from when Wade gave Jack that compliment but then Zeb came and…well, went all "real-American." If someone could write me a one-shot about Swagger and Wade (dom/sub) I would be very grateful. I guess that's a request…? Anyway; cheers for reading and please review if you want me to continue with this. :)

Next time: Wade struggles with his injury, but will he allow Dean to help him?