Title: Screaming Match

Pairing: Wade Barrett John Cena

Rating: M for language and delicious SLASH

Summery: After one too many requests from the bare knuckle champ, John really pissed. This time he got awoken in the middle of the night, interrupting a particularly hot dream with none other than…the leader of Nexus?

Authors Note: I had to write this because I wanted to see Wade with John and not be an evil abusive ass hole. Okay, so he's still evil in this, but in a good way, I promise. Please read and review!


The tension was getting out of had. John hated Barrett with every fiber of his being and knowing that he had to get the asshole coffee didn't make things much better. There was only one problem. For the past few weeks John was being awakened by dreams that would make porn stars blush. That, in of its self was not the problem. Since the idea of random local girls was creepy to him, all he had were Rosy Palm and his own thoughts, so he was not about to pass up a good wet dream. The problem was the subject of his dreams, Wade fucking Barrett.

He had always thought of himself as a bi-curious man. There were a few drunken moments when he may or may not have let some one suck him off or vice versa, but not much more than that. He wasn't opposed to sleeping with another man; the opportunity had just never really presented itself. These dreams were taking things to a whole new level.

Since they began, John noticed himself staring at Barrett more. Sometimes it was just because he couldn't stand that he had to be subservient to him. Then there were times when he'd see the Englishman oiling up his body, wearing only his wrestling trunks and boots, and John had to remind himself to close his mouth.

Thinking about the bare knuckle champ in compromising positions when alone was one thing. Getting distracted when the guy was screaming at him, wondering how good his mouth tasted was an issue. It made John mad, really mad. And on this particular night, after being pulled out of a particularly hot dream, with the 6'7" Wonder, because he wanted a fucking coke at 2AM was the last straw.


Wade Barrett knew he was good looking. He loved the effect he had on people, both men and women. He loved being with both, so it worked for him. This desire that his lovers had for him was like a drug The power he had to get them to do what ever he wanted them to… he fed off it; needed it like air.

This need for power was currently being directed at none other than the crowd favorite, John Cena. Wade knew when he was getting signed to the WWE, more specifically the Raw brand, exactly who he wanted to dominate. It was his idea to go after Cena. Knowing that, if all went as it was supposed to, Cena would have to do what ever he wanted made Barrett hard just thinking about it. Seeing how mad John was getting every time Nexus came into the ring, seeing the veins popping in John's neck, watching him in the ring getting all sweaty had fueled Wade's spank bank for months.

Then the opportunity presented itself for his complete take over of the 'People's Champ'. Their match at Hell in a Cell had the stipulation that if Cena lost he would have to become a member of Nexus. Wade was practically giddy backstage before the match. John lost because of 'audience interference'. The only thing better than actually fighting Cena in the ring that night, was the idea that he could be fighting him in bed soon. He knew about John's curiosity, and had no intention of forcing himself on Cena, but he knew it wouldn't be easy.

Now that John was a member of Nexus, Wade had him where he wanted. The older man was told he had to follow Barrett's orders or risk being fired. The power Wade had over John, both in and out of the ring, was intoxicating. Wade started off slow, making John carry his bags or do his laundry, but it wasn't long before the demands got more and more ridiculous. Barrett knew it was one thing to make someone do their bosses laundry; it was an entirely different thing to make him do his teammates laundry. Barrett knew he was getting to the other man when he started fighting back. John would get so close to hitting Wade, but all he had to do was remind him of his love for his fans and Cena would back off.

Wade also saw how John was looking at him now, a mix of out right rage and complete wantonness. He would catch the Champ watching as he got ready for his matches, slathering on the oil, and stretching. He had seen how John watched him while Nexus worked out. Wade even detected a slight breath catch from Cena once when he passed John on his way out of the shower after an event. Of course, Barrett had conveniently forgotten his towel on the bench and was completely nude, but that was purely an accident.

During some of their more heated arguments of the past few weeks, their bodies got so close that Wade had to restrain himself from jumping Cena right then and there. He knew that getting John to come to him would be better. That night's scream-fest had been only slightly different from the previous ones. This time, their bodies rubbing together in the middle of a very ugly argument, Wade detected a slight change in John's behavior. At one point, Cena bit the corner of his lip, almost as if he wanted to do something else with them. Wade knew how close he was to having complete sexual power over Cena. When John finally left the locker room that night, Barrett felt the sexuality exude from the older man.

Later that night, being completely horny and totally awake he decided to try something new. Never before had he demanded anything of John in the middle of the night. He knew that waking Cena would most likely be the thing that tipped the scales, so he couldn't help but smirk to himself as he hung up the phone. He had just called John, obviously waking him, to request one simple thing, a coke.


John was seething. Literally there was steam coming off of his body. He didn't know if it was the amazing dream he had been having, writhing under Barrett, arms and legs everywhere, or just the fact that the vending machines were right outside his boss's room but at the complete other end of the hotel from where John was staying. Probably a little of both. John was so pissed he didn't even bother putting a shirt on, or at least he told himself it was because he was mad.

He did as he was requested and knocked on Barrett's door. No answer. He knocked again. Still no answer. He was starting to get even more upset, though he would have been positively livid if he knew that Wade was on the other side waiting, not opening the door until he was sure the Champ was thoroughly enraged.

Finally the door opened and John couldn't believe what he saw. Wade Barrett was leaning against the door frame in the most suggestive way possible wearing nothing but simple cotton pajama bottoms. Though John was still as mad has he had ever been, he couldn't stop his eyes widening at the sight before him.

"John, did you get my coke?" the younger man asked, raising an eyebrow.

Coming out of his thoughts and handing the beverage over, Cena responded, "Why couldn't you just get it yourself? The machine is three fucking feet from your door."

"Is that anyway to speak to your superior?" Barrett asked, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "It isn't like I asked you to cook for me, although now that I think about it…I am a little peckish."

"Jesus Christ Barrett, why the fuck are you doing this to me?" John asked a bit too loud, cutting him off.

"Well because I can, muffin."

"This is getting out of hand. All these demands are one thing in the light of day, but its 2AM and I am fucking tired." John realized that his volume was a little high for the hallway of a hotel and pushed past Barrett into the room.

"Well you know, you could always just quit." The smile on the taller man's face was getting wider and wider the louder John got.

"Are you fucking kidding me with that shit?" John yelled spinning around to face Barrett as he shut the door. "You know I would never do that. This job is all I have. I'm certainly not quitting just because some asshole on a power trip has it out for me."

Grinning wider still, Barrett asked "If the job was so important, when why do you have the most ridiculous catch phrase ever." He proceeded to imitate the 'You can't see me' that Cena was so famous for.

The idea that the leader of the Nexus was performing his trade mark move was probably one of the funniest things that John had ever seen; he promptly retorted with and imitation of his own. "You con't see me, Cena," he said in an awful English accent, waving his hand in front of his face as if he had no joints. It was exactly how Barrett had just done it. "Who the fuck are you, Frankenstein?"

"Not too bright are we Johnny boy," Wade said moving to stand only a foot away from the shorter man. "Everyone knows that Frankenstein was the doctor, not the Monster."

John hated people insinuating he was dumb. He had to deal with that shit for far too long as a child. The comment from Barrett was the last he was going to take. Wade saw as John's hands began to clinch. He could see the sheen of sweat building as John held back. He could also see the desire in the Champ's eyes. He moved chest to chest with Cena and, looking down at him, added, "You know if you hit me, I can get you fired?"

With out a warning, John stepped back and landed a fist to Wade's mouth. Barrett was in pain, but nothing could really hurt him with all the adrenaline pulsing through his body.

Right when his fist made contact, Cena knew he was in for it. He was so full of anger. He looked at Barrett and saw that his lip was bleeding. The mood changed when he stuck his tongue out to lick the blood up. It was one the sexiest things John had ever seen.

Throwing caution to the wind, John reached up, grabbing Wade's head in a vice like grip, pulling him into the hardest kiss either had ever experienced. John forced his way into the younger man's mouth like a charging bull.

Wade was a little caught off guard by the kiss, but went with it, even enjoying the feeling of John's steely grip in his hair. When John viciously explored his mouth, it was all Wade could do to keep his libido check and attempt to regain control of the situation.

As John curled his tongue into every crevice in Barrett's mouth he couldn't help but wonder what the fuck he was doing. Making out with you boss was not the greatest idea he told himself as he ground his hips into the other man's. He couldn't believe how much better the real thing was from his dreams. Wade's mouth was so hot and velvety, his tongue so slippery and wet, that John could feel his pants getting tighter. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but it felt too good to stop.

When they broke the kiss, both men were panting. John looked up at Wade with a confused expression on his face. He tried to open his mouth to say something, but Wade captured his words with another skin searing kiss. It was like John's whole body was on fire as he felt Wade's strong hands roughly run down his back, grabbing his ass, pulling their bodies closer together. John felt the younger man's erection grinding into his upper thigh, the friction of which elicited a moan of sheer pleasure from his mouth.

Barrett pulled his mouth away from John's, trailing kisses and nips along the shorter man's jaw, stopping to pay extra attention to the sweet spot behind his ear. He sucked on it, lightly pulling skin into his mouth before giving it a good bite, reveling in the soft scream this act caused.

"This is not a good idea Barrett," John said, barely able to form the coherent thoughts necessary for speech.

"You don't always have to be good, Cena," Wade said before moving on to lavish his tongue on the older man's neck and collar bone.

"Don't want to stop…Fucking hate you…Feels to good…" John managed between moans. "Holy Shit!" he yelled when Wade latched onto one of John's rather sensitive nipples.

"I know you hate me," Barrett said, kissing and licking his way down John's chest and stomach. "That just makes this better."

He made his way down to waist band of Cena's shorts, loving the look of the denim stretching over the erection they housed. He gave it a playful flick.

"Jesus fucking Christ," John yelped, both in pain and pleasure. "Please don't do that again."

"What are you going to do if I do?" Barrett asked as he did it again. "Remember I can still fire you."

"I'll let you do what ever you want," John pleaded, letting out a breathy moan when Wade cupped his hard on and began kneading it through his shorts.

"Anything?" Wade asked looking into the glossed over eyes of the man standing over him.

"Yes. Good God!" John gasped out. "What part…of anything…did you…not understand?"

Wade began to unbutton the man's shorts. John's breath caught as he felt the zipper glide along the sensitive skin of his aching shaft. Since he slept in the nude and had been awoken in the middle of the night, John hadn't bothered to put boxers on. Wade was a little too close because when he got the zipper all the way down, the older man's cock hit him in the chin.

"Well, well," Wade said with a smile, noticing John's above average size. "Packing heat aren't we?" He leaned back and wrapped his hand around John's member. Beginning just under the head, he slowly moved down the shaft, twisting his hand on the way. When he got to the base, he lifted it up and snaked his tongue along the underside, swirling around the head.

John nearly lost his balance when the younger man took him into his mouth and began bobbing up and down. Wade hummed a happy little tune that may or may not have been John's entrance them, but when he began to massage his balls, a little more roughly than he was used to, John lost all ability to think clearly.

Wade, skilled in the art of blow jobs, lightly grazed his teeth along the older man's shaft, causing John to grab Wade's hair. The moans coming from John were enough to let Barrett know it hadn't hurt too badly.

"Evil…son…of…a…bitch," John muttered, pushing the kneeling man's head down to take more of him in.

Wade took his mouth away from John to say "Yes, but you love it don't you?"

"Torture…not…OH FUCK ME…very nice," John got out before nearly falling when the younger man picked up where he left off.

"Was that a request?" Wade asked. John whimpered when Barrett released him to speak. "I want you to ask nicely."

John was a little nervous, having never been fucked by another man, but he didn't care. Barrett was torturing him with his hands and mouth. All John wanted was a release. He didn't care how it happened as long as it happened.

"Please…" John moaned out.

Wade flicked his tongue out circling John's engorged head. "Please what?" he said in a very demanding tone as he flicked his tongue out again.

"For the love of all…" a deep hum from Wade interrupted John's thought, "that is HOLY!"

Knowing that he had complete and total power over Cena made Wade grin as wide as ever. Punctuating each word with a lick, Wade said, "Please what, John?"

"FUCK ME!" John yelled out. "Please, fuck me!" Wade laughed a little when John begged him. He put his mouth back on John's swollen head, licking the pre-cum off. "OH GOOD GOD!" John exclaimed loosing balance again. Wade actually had to catch John as the older man almost fell over. "Stop with the licking or I'm gonna blow my load in your eye!"

Barrett grasped onto John's hips as he stood to tower over him. John couldn't get his shorts from around his feet quick enough, kicking them off hard enough to send them across the room.

"Little eager, aren't we, Cena," Barrett laughed with an evil grin. John growled in response. Wade reached down and grabbed two handfuls of John's ample ass. John screamed out with a mixture of pain and pleasure but was silenced when Wade captured the older man's moans with a fierce kiss.

Guiding him closer to the edge of the bed, Wade couldn't help but enjoy how vehemently John explored his body with his hands. John reached down the front of Wade's pants, grasping on to the younger man's cock, stroking it slowly. Wade bucked his hips into John's hand, letting a few gasps and moans out himself.

The younger man broke the kiss, slightly biting the older man's bottom lip before shoving him back onto the bed. John fell with a grunt, looking up at Barrett with lust filled eyes. Wade began to slowly lower his pajamas bottoms. John's eyes grew five times wider when he saw what stood before him, an extremely large and rather aroused Wade Barrett with a wicked lust filled grin. Wade loved the pleading look he was getting, knowing he had all the control.

John scooted back, propping himself up on his elbows as Wade climbed on the bed like a stalking lion. John took the initiative and took Wade's lips in another fierce need filled kiss. Barrett reached to grab the condom and bottle of lube on the nightstand behind John.

"You know," Wade said as John explored the skin of his chest with kisses and bits, "you've been so good at all this, I might just let you put this on me." He leaned away from John, settling on his knees between John's muscular thighs.

John grabbed the condom from Wade's hand, ripped it open, and said "Why thank you, oh fearless leader." John placed it in his mouth, leaned over, and took the younger man in his mouth, rolling the condom down in the process. Wade nearly fell over when the Champ returned the favor done for him earlier and hummed The Nexus theme, taking Wade in and out of his mouth a few times before leaning back on his elbows.

Wade trailed his hands down John's chest easing the older man on to his back. He reached down, lifting John's knees and spreading his legs wide. Wade took the bottle of lube and squeezed some in his hand, slathering it on his throbbing cock. Leaning on one hand, he slowly inserted one finger of the free hand into Cena's tight entrance, loving the pain filled moans he heard from the older man. "You okay, Champ," Wade asked pulling his finger in and out, only slightly concerned.

"Yeah," John managed to get out, "you just have to go slow." John's moans were only slightly muffled when he shoved his fist in his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly screaming again in pleasure.

Normally, Wade would not have asked, but he didn't want to hurt John too badly realizing that this might be John's first time. He didn't want to ruin Cena for any bed wrestling opportunities in the future. Slowly, he inserted another finger, stretching John. He continued to pull in and out of John, curling his fingers to hit the older man's internal sweet spot.

John was covered in sweat, panting, barely making any sense with his words and loving every minute of it. Sure, he was in pain, but the pleasure was mounting, overtaking the pain.

Barrett removed his fingers from John. Taking his cock in his hand, hovering over John's hole, Wade said, "John, I want to you look at me when I fuck you." John opened his eyes just as the younger man thrust part way into him.

The older man was sure he felt tear welling in the corner of the eyes as he let out a pleasure coated scream. Wade leaned onto both hands and captured John's screams with his mouth. Wade slowly pushed all the way in. "God, you're tight, Cena," he groaned out. Wade stayed still for a few seconds, letting John become accustom to being filled, before he then began to pump in and out, slowly at first.

John wrapped his legs around Wade, resting his calves on the younger man's muscular butt, allowing him to thrust deeper. He began to move his hips in time with Wade's thrusts. John's breath was getting shorter and shorter. "Faster," he managed to plead between panting breaths.

Feeling like John had endured about as much teasing as he could, Wade did as he was asked and picked up the pace. With each thrust, Barrett brushed past John's prostate, knowing the pressure was building in John just as it was building in him.

"Sweet…fucking…Christ," John yelled out, feeling a familiar tingle in his balls. "I'm so close." John knew he was right on the edge and he could see Wade was as well. "Harder! Fuck me harder," he breathed out, grabbing onto the hips of the other man.

Wade thrust into John with all he had. In just a few thrusts, he felt John tighten around his cock as the older man's orgasm ripped through him. John yelled in pleasure and gasped for more air as he shoot his load all over his stomach.

This triggered Wade's release. Moaning unintelligible words, Wade came hard into the condom, his body quaking above John with the force of the orgasm. He fell on John's shaking body, and they stayed that way for a few minuets, not bothering to pull away from each other, catching their breaths.

John ran his hands up and down the chiseled back of the man on top of him, loving the slippery, sweat covered skin. Wade finally pulled out of John, and tossed the spent condom in the little trash can beside the bed.

John turned to look at the Englishman, resting his head in the hand. "So what now?" he asked, still clearly out of breath.

"Well, we go back to the way we were before," Wade answered rather matter-of-factly. "You still have to do what ever I want you do to." His smile widened as certain situations sprang to his mind.

"Well obviously," John replied. At first he couldn't quite understand why Barrett was grinning. All he could think of was weeks on end of performing Wade's every wish. His laundry…carrying all of his bags…getting him food…getting him drinks…Then John finally got it and had to smile as well. "There are just more demands for you to choose from now, " he chuckled out.

"That there are Johnny boy," Wade responded. "Speaking of which," he said as one of those demands came to mind, "I need a shower and I need you to help sponge me off."

John saw the glint in Wade's eyes as the younger man hoisted himself off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. John got up slowly, still in a little bit of pain. He chuckled to himself before walking into the bathroom to perform his duties as he had always done. Only difference now was that he didn't mind them.