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Logan
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“No.” Logan says for the third, or maybe the seventh time.
“Pretty please?” Wade begs.
“Maybe.” Logan responds without looking up from his sandwich.
“Really?!”
“No, you sick fuck.”
Wade kicks the table. “Oh, come on!”
Logan grunts and grabs his plate before it can clatter to the ground. “Watch my lunch. Scram, I’m busy.”
“I bet you’d skewer me if I was a slice of prosciutto.” Wade sulks, shuffling out of the room. “Thanks for killing my dreams, Dream Killer.”
Prosciutto doesn’t need to be skewered. The man makes no goddamn sense.
Logan finishes his lunch in relative peace. Wade does pop back into the room to grab an apple and mouth the words ‘dream killer’ at Logan once more, but after that he makes himself blessedly scarce.
It’s not that he doesn’t like Wade. It’s just hard to spend more than two hours with him without wanting to rip his tongue out…or fuck him stupid. Maybe he likes Wade a little too much.
The merc is watching TV from the couch when Logan enters the living room. The show looks like it’s made for toddlers, which tracks with Wade’s…colorful personality. Logan settles on the floor a few feet away from the couch. There’s plenty of room, but he just prefers the floor. Soft things don’t always agree with him.
Wade watches TV, and Logan watches Wade eat his apple. The juice drips down the other man’s chin and he wipes it away with his thumb, sucking it clean. As with most things he puts in his stupid mouth, Wade lingers much longer than is necessary.
Logan’s eyes narrow. Tease. The little shit doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most of the time. It was an innocent action, but Logan knows exactly what that mouth feels like and the association has already been triggered. Now it’s all he can fucking think about.
Fuck it. “Why d’you even want me to stab you in the brain, anyway?” He asks, knowing it’s going to get the other man worked up all over again.
Wade turns to look at him slowly, mouth still comically full of apple. He chews it quickly and swallows. “Oh, now you wanna talk about it? Well, I’m busy with my lunch now.”
“An apple ain’t lunch. You needa eat more.”
Wade rolls his eyes. “Thanks, mom!”
Logan snorts. He watches the cartoon characters move about absentmindedly, feigning disinterest in both them and the other man for a moment.
Just like he thought, Wade can’t resist the bait. “I already told you. Do you even listen when I say things?” The merc asks, setting down the core of his apple on the arm of the couch where he will definitely forget it later.
“Not if I can help it.” Logan says with a lazy grin.
He doesn’t turn to look at him, but he can feel Wade’s glare. He thoroughly enjoys getting under the merc’s skin when he can. Payback's a bitch.
“Well I’m not gonna repeat it again, and I mean that buckaroo, so you better have your listening ears on.” The merc warns.
“Alright.”
“So, a little pain never hurt anybody. Me, anyway.”
Logan snorts. “I’m aware.”
“Let me finish!” Wade huffs. “God, can you tone down the cis white male energy just a little bit? Interrupting isn’t very mindful or demure.”
“Sure, buttercup.”
“I’m gonna pretend you mean that in a cute boyfriend way, and not as an attempt to emasculate me, which is impossible due to my exceedingly high rizz levels.”
Logan’s pretty sure the last part of that sentence is just gibberish. “I’m not your boyfriend.” He replies.
“If you say so, snookums. Your laundry is all folded, by the way.” The little shit says smugly.
“Get to the fucking point.”
“It feels kinda nice!” Wade blurts with a shrug. “I don’t know how else to explain it. You go night-night when your brain is damaged, so I get why it maaay be hard to relate. I stay conscious, though.”
“Unfortunately.” Logan grins.
Wade reaches over with his foot and nudges Logan’s shoulder with it repeatedly. “You’re chatty today! Can’t say I’m a fan.”
Logan swats him away.
“So, while there’s still an object lodged in my brain, it can’t heal right until it’s out. I dunno, it’s sort of like being high? It feels like all my cares just trickle away. Smooooth brain. No wrinkles.” The merc wiggles his fingers for emphasis.
“Ain’t that the usual for your brain? Sounds horrible.” Logan says honestly.
“Don’t yuck my yum!”
A shake of his head and a roll of his eyes are all Logan has to contribute.
“Just think of it as a… gorier form of double penetration. That’s all I want, Wolvie.”
“No, you want me to turn you into a brainless fuck toy.” Logan points out.
The other man’s eyes widen and the flush that creeps across his ears and cheeks is, for lack of a better word, adorable. “That’s probably the most beautiful thing you’ve ever said to me.”
Logan snorts. Mulling it over, the idea isn’t entirely unappealing. He’s definitely in the mood to fuck now, and if he can get Wade to quiet down for an hour or so…even better.
“You sure?” Logan asks.
“I mean, you whispered some pretty sweet nothings in the Odyssey, but yeah—“
“Not that, moron. You’re sure you want…Your bodily autonomy taken away?”
“Uh, yeah. That’s half the fantasy.” Wade clasps his hands together under his chin and sighs dreamily. “Big bad Wolverine having his way with my poor, defenseless body. Oooo, it gives me the tingles all over just thinkin’ about it.” He shimmies his shoulders excitedly.
Logan mulls it over again. As long as Wade’s consent is unwavering… “Alright.” He says as he stands.
Logan leans down over the other man, grabbing his jaw and pressing their lips together. Wade still tastes sweet from the fruit he’d been eating. It makes Logan want to take a bite right out of him.
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Wade
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Wade wolf-whistles at the sight of Logan’s jeans as the other man stands. They’re doing their best, but there’s not much they can do to contain the thunder down under.
“Now that’s the spirit!” He manages before Logan claims his mouth in a toothy kiss.
Wolvie must not have had enough to eat because he’s licking into Wade’s mouth hungrily, then tugging his vintage Happy Tree Friends shirt up over his chest so quickly he hears a seam popping.
“Hey! Careful with the—mmmph.”
Wolverine cuts him off again with a growl, forcing his tongue back into the merc’s mouth. This man really needs to stop interrupting people. Wade kisses back eagerly, fully aware that this is probably the closest to foreplay he’s going to get. Once his new boy toy gets fired up, there’s not really any stopping him.
The other man jerks him to his feet by the arm, pulling their bodies flush against each other. Wade fists his hand in Logan’s shirt and groans as the other man bites down on his neck, drawing blood and lapping it up before the tiny wounds can heal. That is lovely .
“I am not cleaning blood out of the couch again,” Wade insists, thumping the other man on the back. “So quit it!”
Logan grunts. Very communicative.
Wade lets out a loud ‘oof’ as he’s yanked up and slung over the older man’s shoulder. He grins as Logan carries him to the bathroom, the hand on his ass squeezing possessively. He loves when Logan goes full caveman. Unga bunga.
“The bathtub! Perfect. We can even use the shower curtain so I don’t squirt everywhere. That’s thinking with the right head, kitten.”
Logan mutters something incomprehensible but mean-sounding as he yanks the other man’s PJ pants and briefs down, but Wade catches the wicked smile on his face before he shoves him into the cubicle style tub, which is conveniently just big enough for two grown men to get a little gnarly in.
Wade is about to start the water, then he decides against it. No need to wash away the fun. They can clean up afterward. He strokes his erection slowly while he watches Logan undress, admiring his furry curves and edges.
Sure, he’d always imagined the first time Wolvie skullfucked him with those claws during sex would be in the heat of the moment after some bloody brawl…and the bathroom of their shitty little apartment is no battleground, but as long as he’s getting what he wants, Wade’s not too picky.
“Face the wall. Ass out.”
Wade’s smile widens and he does as he’s told. “Yes, Daddy.”
No one can say he doesn’t bring the enthusiasm. He braces his hands on the wall and spreads his legs invitingly. Wolvie steps up behind him and sandwiches his cock between Wade’s ass cheeks like the world’s most delectable hotdog, reaching around to press three fingers to Wade’s mouth.
Logan’s barely got the word ‘open’ out before Wade is sucking the digits into his mouth and wetting them thoroughly. He hums softly around them as Logan ruts against him and rolls his hips to give the other man just a little more friction. His reward is a very soft grunt and Logan’s knuckles tensing against his teeth.
He scrapes his canines against the other man’s fingers as they leave his mouth, reluctant to surrender them. There’s the faintest hint of blood on his tongue, metallic and heavy. He grinds back against Logan impatiently. Soon, all he’ll be tasting is blood. He shivers at the thought.
“Ow— Nippy little fucker.” Wolvie shoves Wade up against the cool tile wall, pressing his face into it with one hand as he brings the other down between his ass cheeks.
Wade laughs softly, then hisses through his teeth as Logan breaches his entrance and prepares him. ‘Prepares’ might be too kind a word. He adds a second and third finger before Wade’s fully accepted the previous offerings. The way he rocks his hand anything but gently and spreads his fingers wide creates the most lovely burn in the pit of Wade’s guts.
“Oooh, baby… right there,” Wade moans against the tile as Logan works him open quickly. He keeps brushing his prostate, but never lingers or presses hard enough. Logan’s calloused hand leaves the side of his head and he’s able to lift it again. He tries to look back over his shoulder but he can’t see a damn thing other than Logan’s hairy tits. …The view could definitely be worse.
Logan pushes him back into place against the wall and bends down for a moment.
Now, He definitely could have just spit on it and be done with it, but the way Logan leans in and tongue fucks his hole tells Wade they’re definitely more than roomies, even if Logan won’t cowboy up and say it. Logan eats his ass almost more tenderly than he kisses Wade. That’s love right there.
All too soon, Logan seems satisfied with his work and is standing up again.
“I won’t yell at you for loitering if you wanna hang around downtown for a little while longer— Aahhhokayfuck .”
He grits his teeth as the other man pushes into him. “ Fuuuck .”
The adjustment is like turning the dial up from 5 to 11. Three fingers is definitely not enough to prepare most people for this many inches of Wolverine. Thank God, or the author– maybe they’re one in the same– either way, Wade isn’t most people, and he’s more than willing to take anything Logan has to give him. Love, lust, pain, comfort. Anything.
Logan’s rigid cock pulses inside Wade as he slides deeper, then the friction gives way a little bit from the sheer amount of precome that must be leaking into him. God, that’s a filthy, beautiful thought. The merc knows Logan’s heavy breathing means he’s restraining himself momentarily.
“Oh my. I can feel you getting all wet for me, little pussycat.” He giggles breathily.
“I can’t wait to shut you up.” Logan grunts into his ear as he starts to rut against Wade, not quite thrusting just yet. He’s so many textures against Wade’s back– hard muscle, strangely soft body hair, and searing skin. Wade soaks up his heat like a brainless, contented little lizard in the sun.
“Who says I can’t talk with three adamantium claws in my brain?” Wade asks, rolling his hips in time with Logan to encourage his small thrusts.
Logan actually laughs at that, a sharp and dangerous sound that makes Wade’s stomach flutter.
~~~
Logan
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“Says me, bub.” Logan digs his nails into Wade’s hips, pressing into him roughly. The other man squirms delightfully against him, clenching down on his cock and making a lovely array of soft sounds already.
He’s not even fucking trying, but Wade reacts to his every word like it’s worth its weight in gold, so he keeps talking. Nobody gets him talking like Wade fucking Wilson.
“I think I’m gonna pierce your jaw shut.” He says, wrapping one hand around Wade’s throat to cut off his air just a little bit. “Gonna go straight up,” He continues, grazing his knuckles against the underside of Wade’s jaw. “And out.” He kisses the top of Wade’s head where the claws will inevitably exit.
“Fuuuuck, you are so fucking hot it’s disgusting.” The mercenary whimpers pathetically and grinds back against him, trying to fuck himself harder.
Logan growls and speeds up. The way Wade’s velvety hole convulses around him is making it a little difficult to control himself, so he grunts out the question on his mind before he loses track of it. “When d’you want me to do it?”
“When I cum,” Wade gasps.
“How’ll I know if y’wanna stop?”
Wade’s laughter is unhinged, desperate. “Oh, I won’t. Once I’m gone, I’m yours.”
“Yer already mine. ” Logan grunts without thinking of the implications.
Wade’s moan in response is like music to his ears. He can’t help but sink his teeth deep into the other man’s shoulder. Wade’s sounds become more broken and breathy as Logan ups the pace of his hips.
Wade’s body starts to tense. He’s teetering on the edge, Logan can feel it in the other man’s muscles. He presses his back against Logan’s chest and whines like a bitch in heat. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck…”
Logan braces himself mentally and physically, focusing on the rhythm of Wade’s breath. He loops one arm around Wade’s waist and the other around his chest. He wraps his fingers around Wade’s throat and cock simultaneously, squeezing the former with a force that would hurt a normal human but Wade seems to thoroughly enjoy.
Wade’s body clamps down on him as he cries out, and Logan knows it’s time. He quickly repositions the hand around Wade’s throat, pressing his knuckles into the soft skin under his jaw again.
“Time to be quiet now.” Logan grunts.
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Wade
~~~
The last thing Wade hears clearly is the gorgeous ring of metal splitting his skull. Waves of pleasure had already been wracking his body like a battered little dingy on an ocean of angel dust in a tropical cum storm, then shiiing goodbye coherent thought, hello fuck-me-lizard brain. Oh yeah, enjoy that word soup.
Just as Wade had hoped, the timing traps him in that frame of mind. All he feels is bliss. Wolverine is touching him all over, fucking into him violently and his claws wiggle slightly as he thrusts, painting Wade’s vision with beautiful streaks of dancing, vibrating colors.
Wade tries to open his mouth and realizes it’s pinned shut. He vaguely feels one of Wolverine’s claws running straight through the center of his tongue. Huh. Neat. He’d always kinda wanted a piercing, but they never took. He chokes a little and manages to spit out a tooth that must’ve been knocked loose.
Logan’s breath is hot across his ear and shoulder as the older man pounds into him. He’s aware of everything, but it’s all slowed down and painted with a soft brush instead of heavily inked and outlined like usual; Like he’s living in a watercolor painting opposed to a comic book.
The steady flow of blood running down his throat, trickling down the front of his body feels like a loving caress. It’s all he tastes, all he smells— no, that’s not true. He can still discern the scent of his lover, woody and smoky and warm .
Everything about Wolverine is warm to Wade, even his cold disposition. It makes the tender moments hit so much harder. Cold attitude, hot bod, hot temper. What an absolutely lethal combo.
Wolverine’s grip on his stomach tightens and Wade vaguely realizes just how little he’s been doing to hold himself up. Logan’s got him firmly though, supporting his weight easily while he fucks him senseless. It really is a dream come true.
The little shift has Logan hitting the On Button with nearly every thrust, and it feels so fucking good that Wade manages to open his mouth just enough to let out a wet moan, gurgling faintly with blood as it drips from his lips.
Logan was right. He really did just want to feel like a sentient sex doll. He needed to give Logan this control over him.
His eyes roll back as a shudder of Logan’s body causes his claws to tear the poorly healing wounds open farther. Fresh, hot blood drenches his body, dripping down his cock and balls. Logan’s teeth are in his neck again and his vision goes even more fuzzy and golden. His knees go completely weak and he paws at the blood slicked tiles, scrambling for purchase he simply cannot find.
Luckily, Wolvie’s got him safe and sound.
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Logan
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Wade’s silence is beautiful. The only noises he can manage are weak and half-formed, desperate little mewls that make Logan want to suspend him in time, to keep him like this forever.
When Wade’s body goes limp, Logan is prepared. He felt Wade’s second orgasm approaching before the other man even knew what was happening. He holds him close and gently tries to lower him to a kneeling position, but Wade’s squirming is making it difficult.
“Quit wrigglin’.” He commands.
Much to his pleasure, Wade whimpers and obeys. He’s cognitive enough to understand, but docile enough not to try and turn the whole experience into a fucking game like he usually does. Logan might love this little trick.
“Not done with you yet.” He growls into Wade’s ear, fucking him through his orgasm roughly.
Wade’s muffled sounds of enjoyment turn into ragged, bloody pants as he continues to thrust in and out of him. Whenever the younger man cums, his body relaxes and opens up, making it so easy to fuck into him with almost no resistance. He turns into this completely placid little pocket of bliss.
The issue is, he can’t grab Wade by both hips like he desperately wants to. Everthing in him is telling him he needs to let go of the focus it’s taking to hold Wade’s head and body steady, and fuck him like an animal.
So Logan has two options. Make due, or allow Wade the use of his mouth back…
Just five more minutes of silence. That’s his decision. He nuzzles the back of Wade’s neck, licking at the thin stream of blood that’s trickled down the back of his head. He tastes fantastic.
Wade lets out another absolutely ruined, blood-drenched moan.
Okay, no more minutes. Logan can’t fucking wait anymore. He retracts his claws, then quickly repositions Wade how he wants him: ass up, face down in the tub amidst his own blood and cum. Roomy as it is, they barely fit in the damn tub, so Logan squeezes Wade’s legs together to give himself as much space as possible.
Wade gasps and sputters, hands slipping as he tries to brace himself, but Logan’s already got him by the hips and is pulling him back into every thrust as he fucks him open without restraint. He feels fucking fantastic.
Within minutes, Wade’s body is mostly healed and he’s found his ability to speak again. For better or worse.
“Oh my god.” Is all he manages to croak at first. He tries to spread his legs wider for Logan, but settles for rocking his hips back in time with his thrusts when he realizes just how trapped he is.
“Nice to shut you up for a minute,” Logan growls against the skin of Wade’s neck, which is practically begging to be torn open again, tasting and smelling the way he does. “But I do prefer you conscious enough to ride my cock.”
“Oh. My. God .“ Wade repeats in a gasp.
Logan’s claws poke out slightly, as they’re wont to do occasionally, and Wade notices, grabbing one hand immediately and running it over his chest. Logan does him one better by extending his claws a bit farther and dragging them roughly across his pecs. Wade whines and moans into his mess on the bathtub floor, clenching around him. The sounds he makes are fucking filthy, but he feels pure and exquisite and right. Heavenly.
Logan throws his head back with a snarl when he reaches his climax, thoughts dissolving away and a warm vacancy blooming in their place. He chases the sensation, blissfully mindless for a moment.
Wade’s the only thing in the world, his or otherwise, that’s made him feel carefree in ages.
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Wade
~~~
Wade hisses as Logan’s back arches and his claws nick him in the side and leg when the other man grabs hold of his hips again roughly. They’re out in full force, which only happens when Wolvie is having a particularly good orgasm. Wade is pleased as punch for having thought of this wholesome date idea. Hopefully Logan’s kitty claws don’t poke holes in the tub… Al would skin them both. It’d be worth it, though.
“Good trick…betcha can’t do it again…” He giggles as Logan continues to thrust in and out of his battered body. Logan does this really fun thing where, sometimes, he’ll have multiple orgasms back to back if Wade just keeps fucking him. And Wade’s also really, really goddamn close again. Call him selfish, he can’t resist reaching for the stars.
So that’s what the younger man does. He keeps the pace Wolverine had set, riding him through his orgasm, and thank God the man doesn’t slow down. Wade feels his seed dripping down his thighs, hotter and stickier than the blood slicking up half his body.
Logan lets out another snarl but this time, hunches forward and sinks his teeth back into Wade. His jaw clenches and unclenches shakily, like a stutter, but his bite is firm and possessive.
The merc slams his fist on the floor and his toes curl, totally unsure what number orgasm this is but damn, it rips him apart just like Logan’s teeth. He continues to roll his hips back lazily into Logan’s slowing thrusts until the intense crashes of pleasure trickles off into soft lapping waves.
Logan doesn’t linger long. He never fucking does. Wade tries to convince himself that’s the hairy bastard’s loss and not his.
Wade’s exhausted. His limbs feel like they each weigh five hundred pounds, but then Wolvie’s picking him up off the floor like he’s little more than a piece of litter on the side of the road.
“Alright, get up,” The other man says gruffly, but his gentle grip betrays his tone. “Stand up you little shit.”
The faucet creaks and he hears the shower sputter to life, but no water hits him right away, save for his feet, splattered with the first chilly waves before the heat kicks in. Logan’s blocking most of the spray, and only steps out of the way once the water’s warmed.
He’s such a fucking softie. He can play rough all he wants, but deep down he’s so sweet he’ll find a way to give Wade a cavity one of these days.
Wade is relatively quiet while Logan cleans himself up. He makes little effort to tidy himself, thrilled when Logan takes on the responsibility for him.
Maybe Logan’s ‘I love you’ is just different from Wade’s. Maybe Logan doesn’t have to say it out loud, and Wade can let the man’s actions speak for him. If indulging in your partner’s fucked up kinks and preforming top notch aftercare isn’t love, then what is?
He moves sleepily as if in a dream, allowing Logan to help him towel dry, get into his PJ’s, and into bed.
Logan doesn’t go far as to tuck him in or anything, but Wade at least expected him to stay for a five minute cuddle. Damn, that stings. He’s visibly hurt when Logan leaves the room, but he’s a big girl and big girls don’t cry. He resigns himself to a night alone, curling up in his bed and facing the wall. He doesn’t bother to turn out the light.
The floor creaks, alerting him that Logan’s come back. He bites his lip, squeezing his eyes shut like he’s a child in a horror movie. Maybe if he doesn’t look at the monster, it will crawl into bed and cuddle up with him.
The light clicks off and Wade holds his breath. Then the bed sinks under the additional weight of a human cannonball and Wade smiles so wide he should audition for the role of Cheshire Cat in the next Alice In Wonderland reboot. ((God forbid. Leave the story alone, you monsters!))
Wade waits until Logan’s nestled up against him under the covers and undeniably too comfy to change his mind about snuggling.
“Loja cat?” He asks in his least annoying voice possible.
“Don’t call me that. What?” Is the sunshine-filled reply.
“I love it when we have sleepovers.”
“Go to sleep.”
“Okay.” Less than a minute passes before Wade breaks the stillness again. “Psst…you still awake?”
Logan grunts into Wade’s shoulders. “ What? ”
“Your love bites are kinda….dramatic.” Wade observes.
“Didn’t hear you complainin’.”
Victorious, Wade squeals softly. “So they are love bites!”
Logan grunts again, but it’s too late for his hairy ass. He already admitted it.
“You love me! We’re boyfriends!” Wade exclaims.
“Not your boyfriend.” Logan grumbles. Wade notices how he failed to say anything about the first part of that sentence.
“Yesss.” Wade insists. “I’m gonna go tag every building in town with our initials in a little heart for you, lover-boy.”
Logan shakes his head and sighs. “You’re insufferable.”
“No, I’m boyfriend!”