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1.
So much has happened in the last twelve hours that it honestly gave Deadpool more whiplash than the moment Logan slammed on the brakes and the car slid to an erupt stop, dangerous eyes glaring him down at the words he accidentally let slip.
And before you know it, a few hurtful words were spat, flirty looks were shot, touchy grabby hands (mostly on Deadpools side, Wolverine was more focused on shutting him the fuck up by stabbing his claws through his head).
It was the moment Wade kicked Logan off of him, pressing a firm boot to his chest and pushing, sending him flying into the dashboard that Logan blinked away his tilting vision, narrowing in on the Merc that was lazily spread across the backseats, legs spread and head rolling back as he groaned.
“I take it all back, the Honda Odessey fucks hard. Too bad you don't needle dick.” He panted, lifting the hand gripping his knife and crooking his fingers in a ‘come at me’ gesture. Logan found himself smirking, heart thrumming.
“Oh we’re just gettin’ started, bub.” he challenged before lunging forward, digging his claws into each side of Wade’s torso, tearing a yelp from his throat and relishing in the sound.
And it was true, they truly were only just getting started. The sun continued its steady descent past the horizon until the two of them were basked in a pitch-black forest, the car shaking, protesting against their destructive attacks.
Logan had expected one of them to give up by now, but there was no way in hell he’d be the first and despite Wade’s movements growing slower and weaker, panting breaths coming past his lips as he continued to fight, he still wasn’t relenting.
There were a few moments when he thought he had actually managed to kill the merc. He’d grab his head, pierce his claws through his skull and give a good twist, pulling a strangled cry from the younger man as he gripped at the hand holding his head, attempting to pull free from the claws impaling it.
Logan would rip the claws out in one quick motion, dropping the merc onto the seat and watching his movements, slow and uncoordinated, attempting to pull himself up and shake the cloud from his head and defend himself as Logan straddled him, pulling his legs over his thighs instead of sitting atop them (to avoid being bucked off).
It repeated like that, it was clear that Wade was losing at this point, so he resorted to the only other weapon he knew he could use. His fucking mouth.
“Growing slower in your old age, Wolvie. Even I haven’t broken a sweat.” he bit out beneath him, gurgling blood that filled his lungs, “Oh wait, maybe I have, or maybe I’m just soaking wet due to having a two-hundred-pound growly Wolvie on top of me. It’s hard to tell honestl—“ he choked out a gasp when Logan stabbed his claws into his shoulder, his other hand wrapping around the Merc’s throat.
“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” He growled, leaning closer to his face and he could imagine Wade going cross-eyed trying to look up at him.
“Hmm, not in my waking life. Probably not even in my sleep to be honest, I’ve been told I’m quite vocal about my dreams actually—“ claws were plunged deep into his thigh, causing a shrill scream to erupt from him, “Jesus FUCK! Can you pa- lease let me finish my sentence.”
Logan twisted his fist and Wade’s back arched, attempting to squirm away from the claws in his thigh.
“You never finish them, you just keep yappin’, someone’s gotta shut you up.” Logan snarled, keeping him pinned by a hand on his stomach. Wade groaned at that, throwing his head back.
“Promise? I’ll have you know I won best blow job in my prime— don’t ask where, but I bet I still got it.” Wade winked and winced when the claws were pulled from his thigh.
“Fuckin’ jokes.” Logan grumbled.
“Truth, actually. They don’t call me the merc with a mouth for noth—“The rest of the word was choked off as a hand wrapped around his throat, dragging him over to the laid-back passenger seat.
The hand slammed him back down, keeping its firm grip around his throat and pleasantly restraining his windpipe, not enough that he couldn’t breathe, but just right.
Wade blinked out of his daze when suddenly his wrists were being grabbed and pinned above his head, both of them fitting in one of Logan’s hands which did wondrous things to him.
“Ooo, actually taking me up on my offer? This is growth, wolvie, really I’m so proud of y—“ Wade made a strangled noise as the hand tightened impossibly harder, cutting off his air supply completely.
Logan didn’t respond, letting go of his throat to focus on making work of the seatbelts he was beginning to wrap around Wade’s wrists.
Wade squirmed and pulled at his arms as Logan finished tying off the knot, impossible for Wade to be able to undo with his gloves.
“Oo, kinky, me likey.” Wade hummed, grinding his hips down, brushing his ass against Logan’s dick, earning a punched-out groan from the older man as he suddenly dropped his hands to pin down the merc's hips.
“You’re that desperate, bub?” Logan scoffed, half disgusted, half amused.
“Can’t lie, it’s been a while. I’m up for new and adventurous things, I’m in my rebellious era— woah!” He yelped as Logan suddenly began wrapping his body in seatbelts, practically mummifying him.
Wade squirmed and kicked, bucking his hips to try to dislodge the seatbelts being wrapped around him. All that did was earn an irritated growl and a hand returning its tight grip around his throat.
Wade gagged, mouth gaping as he attempted to suck in a choked breath. Looking up at the older man, Wade could tell he was done with his shit, and the hand around his throat wasn’t just for show this time.
Logan watched with a manic glint in his eyes as Wade attempted to twist and squirm away from the hand depriving him of oxygen. Legs kicking and hips twisting against him, inadvertently grinding down against him.
Hands tugged at their restraints to instinctively come down and attempt to pull away the hand.
Logan knew that this would only be temporary, but he hoped that if he strangled the crazy fuck to sleep, he’d remain asleep long enough for Logan to recharge.
Wade’s fight became weaker but lasted surprisingly longer than Logan had expected. He watched and felt as the merc's body became sluggish beneath him, legs slowing until finally, his whole body fell limp.
Logan held his grip a moment longer before carefully removing his fingers from the likely healing bruised throat.
Wade didn’t move, didn’t stir, and it actually kind of unsettled Logan to see the man so quiet and vulnerable.
There was a part of him deep down that felt guilt that it took Logan strangling the life out of him to shut him up.
Nonetheless, Logan lifted Wade’s legs from his hips and shimmied out from beneath them, setting them down before tying them up as well.
He doesn’t remember passing out, but he imagines it was the moment his back hit the driver's seat.
2.
It’s been a month since they held hands and saved the whole multiverse in a blaze of oiled-up abs glory.
And like… how could you not become roomies when you both sacrificed yourselves in an attempt to save the other. They’re practically married now.
Expect only Wade seems to think that, Logan still snarls at any touch given, threatening to shut Wade the fuck up at any given moment, although it’s been a long time since they actually fought.
So he’d say they’re doing pretty good.
He and Wolvie had moved out of Al’s to find their own one-bedroom apartment (much to Logan’s dismay). They both paid for the rent through their work, Wade had picked up Mercenary jobs again, and Logan would pick up one of his own here and there but it was mostly Wade who kept them afloat.
They were also officially a team member of the X-Men, only this time Wade was taking it seriously and didn’t plan on getting kicked off this time.
Best part though? Getting to team up and piss the fuck off of Logan.
The two were on a stakeout, sitting inside a shitty little Honda Odyssey (it’s grown on Wade apparently) hidden in the opening of a thick forest, engine turned off and silence louder than either of them would like— well, mostly Wade. Logan welcomed the rare moments of silence.
They’d been watching a (seemingly) abandoned penthouse for the past two hours, waiting for their beloved criminals to show up so they could take them down.
Wade groaned yet again, slightly muffled behind his mask as he threw his head back and kicked his feet up on the dashboard.
Logan glanced at him irritably before grabbing his legs and pulling them off of the dashboard, much to Wade’s pouting protest.
“Okay, listen, I can only sit still for so long, so whatcha say? Wanna take a trip down memory lane and get it on in the back seat?” He wiggled his brows, leaning in close and resting his elbow on the center console, his chin resting in his hand.
“You make it sound like we fucked.” Logan grumbled, barely paying a second glance at the merc batting his lashes at him through the mask.
“Didn’t we? Maybe that was in another universe. Or maybe I forgot to mention that I find intense heated fights a form of lovemaking.” He leaned even closer, now just trying to tick him off.
“You’re a freak.” Logan scoffed and pushed his face away with a gloved hand.
“Freak- y, yeah, a little bit. But that’s what makes me so fun, Peanut, and you know it.” Wade cackled, leaning back in his seat.
Another silence fell between them, and of fucking course Wade wanted to change that. He reached out to the radio and began pressing buttons, and for one horrifying moment the music blasted from the speakers before Logan was slapping a hand on the mute button and catching Wade’s wrists in one hand, pinning them to the seat above his head and unsheathing his claws from his other hand, holding them beneath the merc’s throat threateningly.
“Sit, the fuck, still.” He demanded, eyes hard.
“Temper temper…” Wade tsked, attempting to tug at his wrists. “Gonna tie me up again, big boy? I’ll have you know, definitely top three kinks, especially with you, I mean… those big strong arms, keeping me pinned and manhandling me, mm mm, that’s a whole course meal right ther—“
Logan slammed a hand down over his mouth, claws sheathed and Wade’s protests muffled as Logan ignored him in favour of watching a van drive up to the warehouse, parking outside crookedly.
“Those’re our guys.” Logan said, removing his hand from the younger man’s mouth.
“ Finally, some action! Since you won’t give the readers any.” Wade mumbled the last bit under his breath, glancing somewhere before turning his attention back to the men getting out of the van and walking into the warehouse.
“Let’s go,” Logan rolled his eyes, opening the driver-side door and making sure to not slam it shut behind him and give them away.
Wade followed suit and the two of them ran along the forest line until they were creeping up toward the warehouse.
Standing outside the door, Wade drew his guns from their holsters and Logan unsheathed his claws. Wade made eye contact with Logan through his mask before he was slamming through the door and aiming his guns.
Suddenly, wooden planks were dropping from above them, and would’ve crushed Wade had Logan not tackled him out of the way.
The wooden planks fell, blocking their only way out and suddenly, an engine starting could be heard outside, tires screeching and gravel crunching as they drove away.
It was then that Logan and Wade, still from their position tangled together on the floor, took in their surroundings— or more so, took in the burning dynamite lined along the walls of the warehouse.
“Shit, it was a trap.” Wade realized just as the explosives went off, crumbling the walls of the warehouse and sending the roof crumbling down atop of them.
Wade quickly grabbed Logan and rolled them over, avoiding a huge piece of roof that had crashed down in the spot they’d been occupying seconds earlier. Wade moved to sit up, legs straddling Logan’s waist, but didn’t get another chance to prepare when Logan was suddenly pulling him down to his chest and a heavy weight crashing on top of him was enough to knock him out cold.
When Wade woke up, the first thing he felt was a blaze of pain coursing through his entire spine, his whole body, from the very tips of his toes to the top of his head.
“You awake?” He heard a rough voice above him ask and groggily moved his head resting on the solid chest beneath him, peeking up at eyes laced with thinly veiled concern looking down at him.
“Mm,” he moaned, back protesting against the heavy weight pressing down on it. He tried to squirm out from the crushing weight, muddled brain still trying to grasp its surroundings, only to stop when he felt a hand squeeze his side.
“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse. The roof fell on us. Colossus is sending back up to get us out.” Logan explained, and that explained why everything was so dark and cramped.
Wade’s skull must be stitching itself back together as he tried to piece everything that had happened together.
“S’uncomfy.” Wade slurred, shifting his hips as much as he could in the cramped space, pressing him harder against the man below him. Logan sucked in a breath that Wade didn't catch, otherwise, he would’ve known what that sharp breath indicated.
“I know, bub. But they’ll be here soon, you gotta sit still till then.” Hands gripped his hips tighter and Wade would’ve made a suggestive comment if he wasn’t genuinely aching head to toe, his body taking its sweet fucking time satiating the pain as it healed.
“You alright?” Logan questioned lowly, his breath tickling Wade’s masked ear.
“Just dandy, big boy.” Wade gritted, attempting to add a smile to his words, but he could barely breathe and his body was becoming hyper-aware of it being pressed so intimately against Logan’s.
“They’ll be here soon, you’ll be alright.” He said and Wade wanted to make a comment about not taking Logan as one to talk you through it, but now he was honest to god trying to stop himself from getting a hard-on.
The feeling of Logan’s crotch pressed against his ass, his chest against the older man’s and hands gripping his hips, was becoming too much for his perverted body to handle.
The two stayed like that for a bit, breaths mingling and feeling the way Logan’s chest rose and fell beneath his own. The only way he could get a full breath was if he dropped his head back down and rested it on Logan’s chest.
The heat of Logan’s body and barely noticeable hard-on pressing against Wade’s ass was enough for him to start feeling hot under his suit.
Feeling a little cheeky, Wade squirmed again, shifting his hips in a way that had Logan tensing below him. Wade continued to squirm, acting as if he was trying to find a more comfortable position while slyly grinding down against Logan.
“Would you stop that?” Logan grits his teeth, fingers digging into his hips harder.
“Hate to say it peanut, but you’re like solid muscle beneath me, not exactly the most comfortable.” He said, giving a slow roll of his hips and earning a bit-off groan.
“I said stop.” Hands were pressing down on his lower back, holding him flat against his own body and leaving no room for movement.
Wade groaned and dropped his head back down, huffing out a breath and feeling heat in his lower stomach.
“Bet you regret tackling me, should’ve let the planks crush me, then you wouldn’t have had to be saddled up with me.” Wade commented and Logan ignored him, fingers digging further into his lower back.
The two stayed like that until a jet could be heard touching down nearby and the rubble crushing them was lifted.
3.
Sometimes Wade goes on these benders. Almost like a manic spree where he doesn’t sleep for weeks, forgets to eat, doesn’t stop moving, and talks at a faster pace than he already does.
Logan would be lying if he said it didn’t worry him a bit. Sue him, he’d begun to care for the annoying prick.
But when he’d come home in the early morning from the bar to already see Wade up and about, watching a show in the living room and looking as if he hadn’t even gone to bed yet, he immediately clocked the odd behaviour.
Logan and Wade shared a room since all they could afford was a one-bedroom apartment and Wade had no qualms with having a new cuddle buddy to saddle up with at night, even if Logan would always end up pushing him away anyways.
Logan had tried telling Wade to get more sleep and stop staying up so late, but the man had shrugged him off.
Only, Logan was getting sick of seeing the few moments where exhaustion would hit Wade like a truck for a couple of minutes, making him dangerously teeter in spot before catching himself, fighting off unconsciousness trying to pull at him.
He knew that if Wade kept going like this, he was going to run himself into the ground. When the crash comes, and it will, it wasn’t going to be nice.
Logan had even opted to stop going out to the bar so much, or at least coming home far earlier than he usually would just to make sure Wade was in bed.
It worked for a while. He’d come home, find Wade baking some cookies that he’d end up forgetting to eat like he always does, or doing some other random shit at some ungodly hour in the morning, tell him to get the fuck to sleep to which the man would whine like a child before promptly following him into the room to get a restless sleep.
Now it didn’t matter what Logan told him to do, he’d wave him off dismissively and go back to whatever he was doing, sometimes even trying to convince him to join him.
Logan was getting sick of watching Wade push his body past its limits. It was obvious in the way that his body would faint but he’d gain consciousness back just as fast as he’d lost it, to catch himself.
He wasn’t having any more of it. Wade was going to kill himself out of exhaustion.
Coming home around three in the morning one day, just as Logan had expected, Wade was up and about, sitting in the living room (on the floor, not the couch) and scribbling at a scratch ticket, Great British Bakeoff playing on the TV and a plate of untouched freshly baked muffins next to him.
Logan could see the heavy look in his eyes, desperately fighting off sleep as he lazily scratched at the ticket, eyes occasionally glancing up at the TV as he did.
“Wade.” He grunted as he walked into the living room, pulling his jacket off.
Wade jumped, startled by Logan’s appearance which was unusual for him, usually he was quite aware of his surroundings.
“Hey peanut, short visit at the bar tonight? Just missed me that much?” He teased tiredly, words lacking their usual enthusiasm. Logan wasn’t laughing.
“You need to go to bed Wade.” He told him, eyes hard. Wade glanced up at him from his ticket, pausing his scratching for a second.
“What I need to do is see if I’m about to win big here. These things are such cash grabs, like who really thinks oh I’m gonna be the lucky one! I should get Domino to scratch one of these bad boys for me.” Wade diverted, eyes focused back on the ticket.
Logan grit his teeth and stepped forward, reaching down and snatching the ticket from Wade’s hands much to his affronted gasp, making grabby hands.
“You’re going to bed.” Logan told him.
Wade’s eyes met his in a briefly challenging manner, glinting mischievously, before he masked it with a roll of his eyes.
“Make me, old man.” He scoffed, turning his attention back to the TV, resting his elbows on the coffee table and his face in his hands.
The words did something to Logan. They were so incredibly immature and bratty, that he was itching at the chance to put Wade in his fucking place and shut him the hell up.
Before Wade could even get a chance to defend himself, Logan was reaching out and grabbing him. Wade quickly moved to push his hands away and was met with Logan fighting back.
He wrestled Wade’s flailing hands down to the wooden floorboards, pushing him onto his back with a knee against his abdomen.
“Don’t make me drag you, bub.” He growled. Wade contemplated spitting in his face but despite lack of impulse control, he decided not to.
Suddenly he was being picked up and thrown over a strong shoulder. Wade had lost his fight, limply dangling from Logan’s shoulder.
He almost began dozing off when suddenly he was being dropped down onto the bed. He bounced slightly before being grabbed once more and rearranged so he was beneath the covers.
Logan stood next to him, kicking off his boots and pulling off his shirt before moving around the bed and climbing in next to him.
Wade could feel the gap of heat from their bodies where Logan always left a good amount of distance between them.
Sleep urged him so incredibly but Wade was stubborn, and he didn’t want to face the nightmares sure to come.
He slowly moved to slip out from the bed when suddenly an arm was snapping out and snagging him around the waist, making him yelp in surprise as he was pulled back against a solid chest.
“Wade for the love of god, I will tie you to this damn bed and leave you here for two days.”
“Kinky, but pass.”
“Then go the fuck to sleep.” The arm tightened, almost restricting his lungs for a moment.
Wade opened his mouth to respond with some snarky remark but fell short when he focused on the rise and fall of Logan’s chest against his back, the steady beat of his heart, and the grounding arm around his waist.
Wade closed his mouth, and eventually closed his eyes, falling oblivious to the way Logan watched his features soften out until eventually sleep followed.
4.
Another mission gone awry, Logan was beginning to grow frustrated. He and Wade were currently taking cover from the barbed spikes being shot at them, only a car standing between them and the witch.
They’d been recruited to join the other X-Men on a mission to find and diffuse an angry witch. She’d been flying around the city, throwing these barbed spikes and blowing things up, injuring innocents as she did.
Wade had been giddy at the opportunity to team up and he’d practically dragged Logan into it with him.
Wade had thought that he could simply walk up to the witch, cracking his witty and downright immature jokes at her and expecting a laugh or something, but all he earned was a confused, slightly baffled look from the woman before she was reeling back a hand and sending out more barbs, causing Wade to yelp as Logan grabbed his wrist and dragged him behind a car.
“So jokes are a no-go. Go it!” Wade huffed and Logan rolled his eyes, peeking out from the car to watch as the other X-Men attempted to take her down. Storm’s eyes glowing white as the sky above them rumbled angrily, wind picking up. Scott was attempting to shoot her down but she was quick, dodging the lasers.
Logan watched as Wade pulled baby knife from its holster on his calf, peeking up over the car and holding the knife by the blade. He watched as Wade took aim before reeling his arm back and flinging the knife in the direction of the angry witch.
In the blink of an eye, his knife was being shot right back at him, earning a shrill scream as Wade ducked back down to avoid getting a blade to the skull.
“She’s good,” Wade was clutching his chest like a dainty old woman having a heart attack.
“You thought a little knife would kill her?” Logan scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Well, I also thought you would’ve fucked me by now after almost 5000 words of sexual tension but I guess we’re both surprised!” Wade spat out so quickly that Logan barely even registered what he said, attention dragged away from the glare the merc was sending him when suddenly a car was flying in their direction.
“Gotta go, bub.” Logan said, grabbing Wade’s wrist and pulling him out of the path of destruction that the car left in its wake, crushing the car they’d been hiding behind flat like a pancake.
“My knight in shining yellow spandex!” Wade fluttered his lashes, kicking one heel up like a giddy teenage girl, hands clasped together against his chest.
“Shut the fuck up.” Logan grunted before dragging him behind yet another hiding spot, this one being a dumpster. “We need a plan of attack.”
“Aye aye, Cap!” Wade chirped. Logan analyzed the scene playing out in front of him, he watched as Colossus caught countless cars being tossed at him, Scott having to dodge here and there and pause his attacks.
“If I launch you, can you take her down?” Logan questioned, glancing over his shoulder at an eager Deadpool, eyes big and nodding enthusiastically. Logan took a second to contemplate whether or not this was a horrible idea or a surprisingly great one. Hoping for the ladder, Logan pushed himself up from his crouched position.
“I’ll get in position, run on my cue.” he instructed before sprinting closer to the witch, dropping to one knee behind a banged-up car, hands out and ready to launch Wade. He made eye contact with Wade, nodding his head and earning a nod in return.
Wade suddenly jumped out from behind the dumpster and sprinted toward him before stepping on the offered hands and with a little help, pushed off of his hands as the hands pushed him, throwing him in the direction of the witch levitating in the air.
She gasped in surprise to see a man in red and black leather flying toward her, arms outstretched and fingers making tickling motions before he was suddenly tackling her from the sky, arms wrapped around her neck from behind as they both plummeted to the ground.
Just before Wade hit it, he felt the sharp sting of something puncturing his skin, then his lung. The impact of the road came shortly after, knocking all the wind from his lungs, causing the pain already there to flare up worse.
Nonetheless, he kept his arms wrapped around the witch’s neck, keeping her restrained until Colussus and the others all ran up to the two of them, quickly restraining the witch's powers before cuffing her.
As she was pulled off of Wade, he sluggishly rolled over onto his hands and knees, coughing and feeling the burn of blood making its way up and out of his mouth. Sitting back on his heels, Wade glanced down at the barbed spike that had impaled him front to back.
It burned. Wade could feel the way poison filled his lungs as well as his own blood, burning him from the inside out, and causing his lungs to constrict painfully, keeping him from getting a full breath. Pulling his mask up to his nose, Wade coughed and gagged, blood splattering the road below him as he did.
“Wade?” Logan’s voice pulled him from his daze and he looked up to see the older man looking down at him, eyes pinched worriedly as he took in Wade’s state.
“Tis but a flesh wound.” Wade gurgled, more blood dripping from his mouth as another wave of fire coursed through his body, causing his breath to catch in his chest and another cough to tear out of him.
“It’s poisoned, you idiot. You need to remove it.” Logan noticed, eyes hard as he crouched down in front of Wade, hands reaching out to remove the barbed spike but Wade flinched away, falling onto his ass and scooting a good distance away.
“I’m actually good, y’know? I feel like keepin’ her, a lil souvenir for my heroic actions and literal proof that ya can’t make everyone happy.” Wade spluttered, his whole chin painted with his own blood as he gently tapped the spike.
“Wade…” Logan warned but Wade was already continuing.
“Now I can join the chest fuck club too! Except yours was much cooler than mine, well– not technically yours, another version of yours. God, the multiverse can get so confusing–” A hand was suddenly grabbing Wade by his shoulder, dragging him by his suit into a nearby alleyway.
“Woah, taking this somewhere a little more private? You finally gonna fuck me now that we’ve passed the 5000-word mark? The readers are waiting very impatiently–”
“Even impaled, you still don’t shut the fuck up.”
“I know right! I should honestly put it as a skill on my resume at this point.”
“I need to take it out,”
“Take what out? You haven't even put it in yet–”
“The spike, asshole.” Logan said through gritted teeth, glaring down at the younger man who was still coughing blood between words, attempting to hide the way he squirmed in discomfort as the poison ran through his body, pumping his lungs full of it.
“Oh, yeah I’ll pass. But I’ll catch you at home, Wolvie.” Wade moved to stand up and leave when Logan was suddenly on top of him, pressing a firm hand against his chest, right above the spike, pinning him back down.
“Uh… whatcha doin’?” Wade actually sounded nervous now, words wobbling slightly as he squirmed beneath Logan, a pained whimper making its way out of his throat, bit off and weak.
“Wade, if you try to leave I’m gonna have to force it out.” He warned, eyes pleading for him to not fight, not that he would even be able to in his current state, he wasn’t even sure if he could move his limbs anymore, the poison sucking all strength from him.
“I’ll heal! I always do—“ he cut himself off with a wet cough, eyes squeezing shut in pain as he tried to drag in a breath.
“That’s it.” Logan said, fed up as he raised a fist and unsheathed a singular claw. Wade yelped and attempted to flip onto his stomach to crawl away, but Logan was grabbing him by his thighs and dragging him back down, flipping him back over and kneeling over him, keeping him pinned.
“Sorry bub,” he muttered before he was carefully carving a claw down Wade’s middle, cutting the spike free and pulling it out in one clean motion, causing Wade to cry out.
“Okay-okay! Stop!” Wade struggled, body burning even more so as Logan cut into his middle. Squirming and kicking, slamming his heels down against Logan’s back, he felt himself losing consciousness as Logan scooped out the poison pooling in his stomach with his bare hands, claws safely retracted.
Logan would have to cut him back open every couple of seconds, his healer factor making it hard to keep up.
Wade fell in and out of consciousness, falling out after a particularly jarring cut, then waking to the odd feeling of hands in his stomach and immediately attempting to squirm out from those hands.
It repeated like that until Logan could no longer see the black poison mixing with his blood and organs. He pulled his bloodied hands from Wade’s middle and watched as the skin stitched itself back together, Wade moaning as he came back to, eyes fluttering and head lolling.
“Feel better?” Logan raised a brow as the whites of his mask finally opened and he simply lay there, staring up at the sky and catching his breath.
“Think you just wanted an excuse to rearrange my guts. Honestly, there’s a much more preferable way of doing that.” Wade croaked, fingers twitching at his sides, regaining their feeling. “God, Wolvie. Consent is sexy, that was not sexy!!” He pouted, finally pulling himself up.
“I wasn’t asking for permission to save your fuckin’ life.” Logan scoffed, falling back on his heels and glaring back at the man.
“Save my life? That’s what you call that? I feel like we just had a long hate fuck sesh again.”
“For the last time, we didn’t fuck in that damn car.”
“But I bet you wish we didddd!” Wade sang, cackling when Logan only rolled his eyes and stood up, reaching down to yank Wade to his feet.
5.
Wade was a brat. Logan knew this, Wade himself damn right knew this. Because he did that shit on purpose to get a rise out of him.
Logan knew that even before meeting him, Wade was a brat by nature. It was just who it was. With his witty remarks and quick one-liners, the humour of a 12-year-old. It drove Logan insane, but he also knew that was exactly the kind of reaction Wade thrived off of. Pissing people off.
And there was only so much a man could take before enough is enough.
Wade had recently insisted on joining Logan on some of his ‘trips’ to the bars. Claiming it was so he could keep a close eye on Logan, “monitor his alcoholism” or some bullshit like that. Wade would go in full suit sometimes, mask and all, then other times if it was later in the night and the bars were less crowded, he’d go in jeans and a hoodie, hood up in a blatant display of insecurity that slightly bothered Logan.
Halloween was approaching and Wade hadn’t shut the fuck up about Halloween-themed bars, insisting that instead of trick or treating like his ‘little ol’ child heart desires’, they should go in full costume to one of the bars.
Logan was opposed to the idea of course, even using the excuse that he was technically dead in this universe and someone who looks identical to Logan going out in full Wolverine get-up would probably raise some questions, to which Wade excused back that he could just lie and say he’s a Hugh Jackman impressionist, whoever the hell that is.
After hours of nagging and whining from Wade, Logan finally reluctantly agreed to go with him to one of those stupid damn bars, but only this once.
Eventually, Halloween rolled by and Wade was in full get-up, standing in the kitchen chugging back a bottle of whiskey as fast as he could, trying to get a buzz before going out. Logan eventually dragged him away from the kitchen and moved to throw his jacket overtop of the yellow spandex when Wade snatched the jacket from his hands.
“Nuh-uh, Peanut. We’re going in our full glory, suits and asses on display.” he said, hanging the jacket back up on the coat rack. Logan considered arguing but then he’d have to deal with a whiny Deadpool the whole time at the bar.
The two shuffled down the street towards the bars. Wade was a frantic ball of energy, jumping around, running ahead, spinning on lamposts, Deadpool persona taking over the moment that mask hid his face away.
When they got to the bars, there were lineups leading down the street, all kinds of costumes littering the streets, loud laughter and drunken cheering echoing. Logan preferred the quieter nights at the bar, fewer people to disturb his peace, but as he glanced at Wade and took in his widened eyes and the way he was jumping excitedly, he thought that maybe he could deal with this for one night.
They waited in the lineups and watched as Wade talked a nearby couple's ear off after they had complimented his “costume”. Logan bets they wished they hadn’t done that now, given the way Wade didn’t seem to wanna stop talking anytime soon.
Eventually, the line shortened as more people dispersed, either just leaving or finding other bars to go to. Logan and Wade squeezed through the crowds until they found the bar and Wade was ordering two shots of tequila, slapping down a bill.
The night went on, Logan had found his buzz and Wade hadn’t stopped moving in his seat for even a moment, babbling nonsense and gesturing animatedly with his hands, nearly knocking over his drink as he did.
More people had complimented their costumes, and a few people had done double takes at Logan when they caught first glance of him, some even telling him he was Logan's long-lost twin, but luckily these idiots didn’t know the truth. He knew that eventually, it would have to come out that he was alive, he was surprised that there hadn’t been any sightings of him fighting with the X-Men on the News.
Logan was swirling his drink as Wade talked next to him, mask back in place and empty drink in hand. Suddenly, someone was sliding up next to Wade, an arm sliding around his waist and making the man tense up and pause his words.
Logan bristled, thinking that Wade might feel uncomfortable, until Wade was suddenly turning and looking the man up in down, but not in the sizing up kinda way, but in the checking out way.
For some reason that made him more on edge.
He tried to tune out the downright horny conversation playing out beside him, the man– blonde, older, maybe in his late 40s, taller than Wade by a couple of inches, and body type similar to Logans, continued to talk to Wade, shamelessly letting his eyes wander down his body before leaning close and whispering dirty nothings.
Wade was fully engaged in the conversation, his back to Logan and legs parted so the man could stand between them, hands getting a little too familiar.
His attention was drawn away when there was a gentle tap on his shoulder. When he turned around he saw a young blonde girl, a headband holding a fuzzy halo over her head and wings on her back but makeup done dark and smokey, a DIY costume of Cupid.
“Why’re you lookin’ so glum, baby?” she questioned, voice smooth and sultry as she moved to sit in the seat next to him.
“What gives you that impression,” Logan deadpanned, taking a sip from his beer. The girl's eyes glinted, an amused smile pulling at her lips. She looked Logan up and down, before shrugging.
“Why don’t we get out of here? Lighten the mood a little.” she propositioned, posture relaxed and inviting. And while old Logan wouldn’t have thought twice about the offer, following the girl outside and falling into the alleyway in a messy makeout session, this Logan had his eyes set on someone else, or so he’s realized as of late.
“I’m uh– already with someone.” he lied weakly, clearing his throat uncomfortably. The girl’s grin didn’t falter, instead, her eyes wandered over his shoulder, eyebrow quirking.
“That him?” she nodded her head in Wade’s direction. Logan didn’t bother looking over, knowing that what he would see would make his guts churn, but he nodded anyway.
“Yep,” he sniffed. The girl’s expression morphed into something more like pity, not the rude kind, but the kind someone gives someone else who they believe is lost.
“Does he know he’s your boyfriend? Or is he too drunk to realize you’re not the one groping his ass right now.” she commented, a sympathetic laugh ghosting her lips. Logan wanted to tell her to fuck off, but instead he shrugged.
“It’s complicated.” he responded, clipped. The girl huffed, shifting in her seat and leaning close as if she had some secret to share. Logan didn’t lean closer, simply raised a brow and watched her.
“Listen sweetie,” she started and Logan bristled, “Right now is a prime example of what is going to happen if you don’t put on your big boy pants and go get your boy. Because you’re just going to keep delaying, and eventually he’s gonna give up and let someone else sweep him up before you even get a chance to tell him how you feel. Trust me, dude, I know.” she shared.
“And I’m telling you right now, if you fumble that fine piece of ass in red leather, you’ll never be able to live with yourself.” she told him, shrugging before turning in her seat and leaning back against the bartop, tapping the wood and meeting the bartender's eyes as she slapped down a bill in front of Logan. A new beer was set in front of him and he looked at the girl with a raised brow.
“Some liquid courage,” she winked before squeezing his shoulder and jumping up from the barstool, sauntering back into the crowd. Logan grabbed the bottle and stared into the glass for a long moment, pondering the strange conversation he’d just had with some drunk girl dressed as Cupid in a bar.
When Logan turned to check on Wade, his stomach twisted as he was met with an empty space next to him. Straightening in his seat, Logan looked around the bar, eyes searching through the crowd for red and black leather.
Standing up from his stool, beer clutched in one hand, he began to push through the crowd, searching for Wade.
It wasn’t until he accidentally stumbled into the bathroom that he heard some suggestive noises. He followed the sounds that suspiciously sounded similar to Wade until he was pushing a stall open and the sight of Wade pressed up against the wall, mask up to his nose, and mouth being devoured by the asshole from the bar.
Logan was suddenly reaching out and grabbing Wade's arm, yanking him from the stall and earning a surprised squeak.
“What the fuck, man?” the other guy protested, following him out the stall as he dragged a stumbling Wade out of the bathroom.
“We’re going home.” he declared, voice hard and leaving no room for argument.
“He your fuckin’ boyfriend or something?” the other man threw his arms up.
“Something like that,” Logan growled before he could think twice, luckily he thinks Wade is too fucked up to register his words. He dragged Wade through the crowd and out the back door, keeping him upright as he stumbled the whole way.
“Fuckin’ cockblock…” Wade moaned, stumbling to his left before Logan was pulling him back.
“Do you realize how drunk you are Wade?” Logan bit, giving his arm a tug like a disappointed parent scolding their child. “What the fuck happened to ‘consent is sexy’ because while I’ve been alive more than two hundred years, I’m still up to date with when consent can be given, and as far as I’m aware you can’t when you’re drunk.”
“Wow, that’s th’most you’ve said in this whole fanfic!” Wade slurred, completely skipping past his point. Logan bit back a frustrated growl, simply keeping his tight grip around the stumbling merc until they were stumbling up the stairs and into their apartment.
Wade barely made it to the bed before he was suddenly collapsing into the mattress face first, face buried into his pillow and limbs splayed across the sheets. Logan looked down at the man and huffed when snoring met his ears.
He changed from his suit and threw on some sweats before pulling off Wade’s mask and boots and removing all of his weaponry as well. He pulled the blankets over them, glancing at Wade and reciting the girl's words in his head once more before falling asleep.
+ 1
Logan’s moaning deep in his throat, body tingling as he pushed into the tight welcoming heat. Hands travelling across scarred skin, ghosting over his hips, then his thighs where they stopped and his fingertips dug in.
Wade was a panting moaning mess, his face pressed down into the backseat of the Honda Odyssey, forest trees surrounding them and crickets creating white noise over their activities. Logan watched, entranced by the way Wade rolled his hips back against his own, taking him so well.
“This what you wanted, bub?” Logan leaned down to hiss into his ear, thrusting his hips especially hard, punching a moan from Wade’s chest and feeling the way his legs shook beneath him.
“Logan–” Wade whimpered, back arching as Logan continued to pound into him.
“Finally not talkin’ huh? Took me fucking the daylights out of you to shut you up.” he groaned, revelling in the way Wade clenched around his cock.
“Logan! I’m– ngh, I’m gonna come–” he whined, hips pushing back to meet with his thrusts, pretty little moans falling from his lips as he fucked back against him.
Logan was getting close, he could feel the coil in his abdomen, pulling tighter and tighter, ready to burst. When suddenly he jolted up in bed.
He was met with a dark room, not the interior walls of a bloodied Honda Odyssey, images of a scene that hadn’t played out flashing in his mind all at once, rushing back and redirecting his attention to the raging hard-on in his boxers.
“Aww, I was enjoying the show.” came a tired voice behind him. Logan flinched and looked over his shoulder, taking in the way Wade was propped up on one elbow, head tilted to the side and a sleepily lustful look in his eyes.
“What show.” Logan gruffed, looking away from him and willing all the blood in his body to stop rushing to his cock, attempting to banish those dirty images from his mind, the sounds of Wade’s moans and cries.
“Oh c’mon, now big boy. Don’t go acting as if you weren’t totally getting it on with me in that dirty little dream of yours a second ago. God, hearing you growl like that does things to a lady. I’m honestly disheartened at it being over so soon, we didn’t even get to the climax!” Wade teased, a smirk pulling at his lips as he watched the muscles in Logan’s back flex as he tensed.
“Wade…” Logan warned lowly, but Wade only continued, scooting closer to him in the bed, any traces of sleep gone from his face now.
“Tell me! I’m nosey. Was it rough and fast? Or more slow and gentle, real lover-type shit. Was bondage used? Please tell me bondage was used! Was I real good for you? Did I feel nice and tig–” Suddenly Logan was pouncing, grabbing Wade by his forearms and pinning him down into his pillow.
“You want me to act it out for you, bub?” he leaned down to whisper, a challenge in his words and a rush of boldness flooding through him, his cock pulsing against the fabric restraining it as he pressed down against Wade’s thigh. He felt the younger man shiver, eyes fluttering as he looked up at Logan.
“You know me, Peanut, I’m always up for a challenge. Especially the hard ones if you’re picking up what I’m putting down.” He winked and Logan rolled his eyes.
“God, you’re an idiot.” was all he said before he was suddenly moving down Wade’s body, pushing off the comforter and hooking his fingers under the waistband of Wade’s sweatpants, pulling them down in one quick motion, freeing his cock (of course he’s commando).
Logan didn’t give any warning as he was grabbing Wade by his hips, leaning down, and licking a stripe up from his hole to the base of his cock, and to the tip before taking him in whole. Wade’s knees drew up in surprise and his back arched as he threw his head back, mouth falling open and eyes fluttering as he felt Logan swirl his tongue around his sensitive tip.
Hands were pushing his knees back down and Logan was working his cock down his throat, swallowing around him and basking in the silence he was met with, except for the occasional moan and whimper as he continued to suck him off.
“Logan– fuck… ” Wade squeezed his eyes shut, hips twitching up and legs beginning to shake. “I’m close,” he whined, hands tangled in Logan’s hair and tugging, earning a groan that travelled through his cock, making him shiver.
Pulling his mouth off of him to spit on his fingers, Logan took him back down before moving a hand under his chin and prodding at the tight hole. Wade gasped as his finger slipped in, stretching him to the knuckle. He continued to bob his head, another finger slipping in and now he was thrusting those fingers in and out of the tight heat.
Wade was a trembling mess at this point, the only sounds leaving his mouth were broken moans and gasps, hips struggling to choose between bucking against the fingers fucking into him, or the throat clenching around him.
Suddenly, Logan was changing his angle and crooking his fingers just right, searching. Wade cried out and his whole body tensed for a second, back arching and head thrown back, sheets fisted in his hands.
His other hand snaked up to Wade’s nipple and his fingers pinched the bud between them as he suddenly sped up his thrusts, curling his fingers with each drag out. Wade was chanting moans that would certainly disturb the neighbours before suddenly, his body was locking up and his cock was twitching, emptying his load into Logan’s mouth.
Wade twitched in the afterglow, overstimulation creeping up on him as Logan sucked him clean.
“Holy fuck,” Was all Wade managed to pant as Logan pulled off of him. He didn’t get a chance to say anything else before Logan was smashing their mouths together, tongues gliding across each other as Logan dominated the kiss, pressing Wade further into his pillow.
“Y’have no idea…” he panted into Wade’s mouth, “how long I’ve wanted this.” he moaned, hands gripping Wade’s thighs and pushing them higher so he could press his cock against Wade’s bare ass, the only thing between them the fabric of Logan's boxers.
“How long you’ve wanted this? I’ve been trying to jump your bones since we first met, bubba.” Wade exclaimed, rolling his eyes.
“Some people actually have some restraint.” Logan grumbled, working at pulling his boxers down and pulling himself free. Wade wriggled closer to him, spreading his legs further, invitingly.
“You don’t need that shit with me, I’ve proven already I can take anything you throw at me.” Logan raised a brow, a smirk pulling at his lips as he pulled himself free, kicking off his boxers and leaning over to snag the bottle of lube that Wade shamelessly left on his nightstand.
“Oh yeah? How much you wanna bet I’m about to turn you into a blubberin’ mess.” he challenged. Wade snorted, rolling his eyes and crossing his heels behind his back, watching as Logan poured a good amount of lube over his cock.
“I’d like to see you try, big guy.” he taunted. Logan grinned, a laugh bubbling in his chest as he lined himself up and proceeded to turn Wade into a blubbering mess the moment he began to push into his tight heat, cockhead stretching the tight ring, pulling a hitched breath from the younger man.
He continued to push in, his own stomach clenching from the waves of pleasure pulsing through it, he watched as Wade’s eyes rolled back and his mouth fell open, face contorted in pained pleasure as he was stretched and filled.
He bottomed out with a long moan, eyes squeezing shut and head dropping down to Wade’s shoulder for a moment before he was slowly pulling back out, dragging a moan from Wade as he did before suddenly slamming back in.
“Shit-shit-shit,” Wade moaned, hand pressing down against his abdomen. “You can move more, I’m alright,” he said through heaving breaths.
“You have no idea what you’re askin’ for, bub.” Logan groaned before he was dragging out in a slow motion.
“All bark and no bite, Wolvie. I could yawn I’m so bored right now– fuck!” Wade gasped as Logan slammed back in, cock buried deep inside of him. Logan repeated the motion again, then again, until he was fucking into Wade at a steady pace, hand curled around his throat and squeezing slightly, not enough to cut off his air supply but enough to restrict it.
Wade’s moans were broken, gasps leaving him and squirming against the thrusts pounding into him. Suddenly, Logan was pulling out and grabbing him by his hips, flipping him around and sliding a pillow beneath his stomach, his other hand pushing him down so his chest was against the mattress but his knees kept his ass propped up, cock pressed flush against the pillow.
Wade sighed and melted into the bed as Logan entered him in one smooth thrust, one hand still planted in the middle of his back as he ground into him, rolling his hips and fucking him at a leisurely slow pace, torturing the merc drooling into the sheets below him.
Each slow drag against his walls had him leaking more pre-come onto the pillow he was pressed flush against. He rolled his hips against the pillow, meeting with Logan’s thrusts, ass slapping against muscular thighs.
The two fucked back against each other slow and hard, Wade’s whole spine tingling with each brutally slow thrust. It was when Logan propped up a leg, leaning over Wade and getting a different angle that had him hitting Wade’s prostate and pulling a curse from the younger man as stars burst across his vision.
“Yeah, just like that you little brat. Think you could just tease me the way you always do and get away without someone putting you in your place? Now look at you, taking my cock so good and reduced to a whining mess.” Logan growled.
Wade reached up and fisted the sheets, pushing back against Logan, eyes rolling back.
The older man suddenly grabbed Wade’s hips and began pistoning into him like his life depended on it. Wade nearly slipped from his kneeling position at the sudden change in pace, catching himself and spreading his legs further.
Hot breath fanned against his ear as Logan pressed his chest to his back, leaning down and burying his face in Wade’s neck, opening his mouth and biting down on the juncture between Wade’s neck and shoulder, pulling a deliciously lewd noise from the man.
He could tell Wade was getting close as his moans became clipped, breaths faster, body tenser, a tremble coursing through him as he ground against the pillow beneath him, cock pulsing and oh so close to exploding.
Suddenly, a hand was wrapping around his throat once again, pulling him up from the bed and holding him upright against Logan’s chest. Logan’s other hand came around and wrapped around Wade’s cock, giving him a tight squeeze before slowly pumping him in time with the thrusts.
“Fuuuck, shit … I’m– fuck! Logan–” Wade moaned brokenly, hips twitching, whole body shuddering as Logan continued to fuck up into him, nailing his prostate with each thrust and tightening his fingers around Wade’s length as he continued to pump him.
Wade’s mind was going fuzzy, pleasure overriding each and every one of his senses as the heat in his gut grew larger and larger.
“Cum on my cock, baby. C’mon,” Logan urged with a particularly hard thrust straight to his prostate. Three more thrusts and Wade’s moans were catching in his throat as his whole body tensed up, hole clenching around him oh so wonderfully as his head dropped back against Logan’s shoulder, cum covering his hand as he continued to pump him.
The overwhelming sensation of Wade’s whole body shaking against his, his hole clenching around him, pulsating with the waves of his orgasm, had him following quickly after. Five thrusts later and Logan was suddenly pinning Wade down with his ass propped up again, pumping him full of his cum, muffling his cries into the pillow as he buried himself to the hilt.
Recovering from his high, Logan pulled back to watch as he pulled himself out of Wade, cum spilling from his stretched hole as he did. Wade was panting against the mattress, unmoving and eyes fluttering.
He must’ve dozed off for a moment because when he was coming back to himself, he could feel a warm wet rag being dragged across his skin, making him wince when it glided over his overused hole, a murmured apology following as it did.
“Finally, only took you almost ten thousand words. Last time I ever agree to a slow burn, that shit was torture but oh so worth it in the end.” Wade croaked, voice ruined and body even worse off.
Wade wasn’t met with any biting insults or being told to shut the fuck up, instead, Logan was setting the rag aside and crawling back up next to Wade, dragging the sheets with him as he settled down behind him and wrapped his arm around his middle.
Wade found himself content with actually being quiet for once as Logan pressed his face into his neck, lips ghosting over his skin and pressing gentle kisses here and there.
“Night, bub.”
“Night, Wolvie. I expect breakfast in bed tomorrow morning now that we've officially honeymooned.”
"Shut the hell up, Wade."
"Theeere he is." Wade grinned.