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Location: The Void
Time: Unknown
Day: Unknown
The nights of the void stretched into an indigo sky above Logan’s head and as he looked into the bottom of the bottle, Laura’s words bounced around in his head like they were stuck in an echo chamber… The hard lines of his face were etched with sorrow, shame, and disgust at the recounting of the traumatic life he had ripped away from the earth he once called home.
“You were always the wrong guy.”
They reverberate over and over, the bottle remains half empty as he stares down at the amber liquid, a soothing balm over his conscience as the fire crackles in the distance. He’s vaguely drunk, dirty, and covered in grime, some of Wade’s blood cakes onto his suit and he contemplates into the flames.
Logan raises the whiskey to his lips and takes a long drink, watching as the fire angrily rises and crackles before him, the life he lived before flashes by, and he can’t help the way his eyes go glossy at the thought. All of them, Storm… Beast… Rogue… Scott… Jean… Oh, Scott and Jean, he missed them so much… He missed them all. The bottle in his hands reminds him of the times he’s spent shitfaced and losing control of himself, having never been there for anyone when they needed him most.
He wasn’t there when the X-Men needed him most.
Logan drowns the thought in a deep swig of whiskey, feeling the burn chase its way down his throat and incinerate those feelings to ash. He swallows it down as the flames lick away the wood and turns it to cinders before throwing the empty bottle aside.
“Hey there Peanut, whatchya brooding about?”
Of all the times for Wade to show up, now would be the very last moment he’d want to see the man. A rage reminiscent of the one that sparked his anger in the Odyssey flares for a moment in his stomach and he can feel his knuckles itching wanting to bring the claws out… Maybe he could lobotomize him long enough to leave the mercenary stupid and silent for five fucking seconds.
“Get the fuck out of here, Mouth.”
Logan’s voice rasps as he snaps at the other man, elbows hunched over his knees as he observes the fire. It’d be fun to throw Deadpool into the flames, maybe a new way to get him to shut the hell up long enough to let him think in peace. Wade doesn’t take the hint, however, even with the hardened glare that Logan throws his way, he instead takes a seat on one of the logs beside him and rests his head in his hands.
“I get it, I get it, can’t relive your sad backstory to your ol’ pal Deadpool, gotta save it for later but I do commend Laura for getting more words than “fuck off” and “fucking moron” out of your vocabulary.”
Logan’s head whips to face Wade now, registering that the mercenary was there long enough to have heard the conversation. Logan stares with a wild gaze, nostrils flaring and eyes wide.
“Do not say shit to me, fuckface, I don’t want pity from you of all people. You’re pitiful enough as it is.”
His words stung with venom, but Wade knew there wasn’t any heat to it. He tries to brush off the dig, he’d already heard worse ala Honda Odyssey, and he didn’t want to fight this time, he just wanted to check on Logan in his own weird Wade Wilson way.
“Easy there honey badger, I just wanted to talk.”
Logan regards him with a mirthful glare, a bitter smirk across his face. He snorts a laugh, and it turns into a wheeze before he shoots Wade an incredulous look.
“Talk? All you do is talk, I can’t ever seem to get you to shut the fuck up, it takes telling you the worst things about you to even consider shutting your goddamn mouth, could you for one second not say a fucking word?”
Logan feels like he can’t breathe by the end of his statement, his nostrils flaring and his teeth gritting against each other so hard his jaw aches. The adamantium in his claws threatens to slide out of his knuckles and that familiar rage bubbles beneath the surface, the taste of iron on his tongue reminiscent of the time in the woods… What he wouldn’t give to make that happen again. It was like Wade unlocked that dark primal instinct inside of him, a feral beast that had been trapped inside a cage for far too long that finally could just let loose. In this twisted hellscape of a universe, the only person that could ever hold a candle to Logan himself and keep up in a way that mattered was Wade fucking Wilson. He simmered beneath the surface at the thought of it.
Shockingly, Wade did stop speaking. It looked more like he was studying Logan for a very long moment and with the mask on, his expression wasn’t readable as he stayed there contemplating. Perhaps he would just reach out, strike him in the chest with a flourish of Katana or a surprise attack with a baby knife. Maybe Wade would punch him so hard in the face that he’d taste blood from a broken nose. And then Logan could find a reason to strike back, pin him down on all fours with claws slicing through sinew and bone, watch the blood flow freely and drench him in it, taste it on his tongue, and lap at it like the thirsty monster that he was.
“Is that an adamantium claw or are you just happy to see me?” Wade’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp like the sting of a katana through his sternum and he looks down to see his right set of claws has extended themselves fully. Against his will. Logan’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull at the sight before he quickly retracts them, Wade snorting a laugh at the older man who only flushes with color at the acknowledgment. He swore it was only the stupid mercenary that could get this deeply under his skin that he’d lost control of his damn sense of self-control.
“Well, at least the Viagra is working.”
Logan moves faster than Wade can react, the words only just leaving his mouth before he’s pinned against a tree, the other man’s hand a vice grip around his throat as he holds him there. The bark scrapes rough against his back and Wade can feel his windpipe restricting around the chokehold he has on him.
“Oh… Your… Kinky… Daddy likey…” Wade wheezes out with the little air supplying itself to his brain. His breath is ragged as it comes out and Logan gets satisfaction in hearing the man struggling to collect air underneath his grasp, even if it still isn’t enough to get him to stop talking. He likes watching the way he trembles, legs twitching and fingers scrabbling desperately for purchase, if he kept going, he was sure the man would black out and God would it be nice. Logan was already in a bad mood, if he could just have peace for a few seconds, his mood would improve tenfold.
But that was the thing, Logan didn’t get to have peace. His life has been messy and chaotic ever since he stepped foot in that bar and let all those people die by the human hand… His life was a mess of booze and self-pity wallowing in his despair and hatred, and it wasn’t getting better from here. Now, he was in a void with the last hopes of fixing this mess of a life he called his riding on the hopes of a man who made educated wishes.
Logan releases Wade after a moment before he can black out entirely, watching the merc slump to the forest floor. Leaves scuffle beneath as he scrambles to right himself.
“I didn’t say my safe word yet…” He says, breathless.
Logan curses before pouncing on top of Wade again, the last straw being drawn as he wounds a fist up in preparation, knuckles braced to leave a nice dent in his nose. He has the merc’s body completely pinned, arms splayed out, and held down in one hand. Logan found it hard to pull oxygen in from the environment, nostrils flaring and chest heaving as he leered over the other man. They both stop and stare at each other for a long time, neither daring to move or say anything. He’s felt this before. It was something like that of the feeling burning deep in his belly just like the fight in the car, but something changed, a shift in the air and he could practically smell it. Logan lets into his more primal instincts, a smirk playing on his face as he leans forward and takes in the deep musk that he was all too familiar with. It sends a shiver down his spine, Wade squirms in place but he can’t move much from the brick wall that’s Logan completely pressed on top of him.
“Whatcha doing there Peanut… Did somebody catch a scent? What is it, boy? Did Timmy fall down the well?”
“You smell… Aroused by this.” Logan’s statement cuts through Wade’s typical chatter, cut and dry. His voice is low, eyes hooded as he stares down at the mercenary who looks entirely thrown off by the turn of events.
“I mean, when you have gorgeous in your lap just smelling at your neck and choking you out, I mean, who wouldn’t be turned on look we’re practically touching tips right now sweetie.”
A deflection, Wade was hiding his nerves with his usual comedic banter, staving off the bittersweet feeling of rejection. It would be Logan to bring him here all worked up and then leave him high and dry. The moments they shared just hours before seemed to be just a fluke, testosterone-fueled, hate-smattered, unadulterated rage that coursed through the two of them. While Wade enjoyed the ending of being so thoroughly worn out and untouchable that Logan had to tie him up in the leather of the seatbelts, he couldn’t deny that there was a want for something more.
The day before was nothing more than a fluke, what would mean this was any different?
For starters, Logan wasn’t spearing him open with adamantium alloy, and that was already leagues above the earlier encounter they’d experienced. The next thing was that Logan was scenting him, yes, engulfed in the leather of his suit that covered his neck, making these ungodly noises. Oh, and yes, they were both hard now. Wade faintly remembers through claws in his skull the last time that the Wolverine chose to throw an extra knife straight into his groin for it… Now he could feel Logan, hard and proud, making desperate friction against Wade’s own straining bulge.
Which reminded Wade that he was here, with Wolverine pliant and his lap practically feral over the scent of his arousal. 206 bones in the human body, 207 when Logan makes those low growls and animal noises against his throat.
“All it takes is a little grinding and you ain’t got shit to say huh?” Logan’s voice rasps against his ear and Okay, Wade can feel a shiver traveling down his spine as the deep grit of the man’s growl touches him in places, he didn’t think it could reach.
“Fuck… Peanut, it’s hard to even think with you all over me like this…” Wade gasps when Logan’s other hand outstretches to lift his mask up and off his head. It lands in a heap somewhere in the darkness of the forest…
“Good. You don’t do much of that anyways.”
“Sticks n’ stones sweetheart, sticks and stones.”
Logan grasps Wade’s face in his fingers, holding in an almost brutal grasp as he pulls the mercenary’s face upwards.
“I’m going to do something that will keep you from saying another word, but I ain’t gonna make a move if you want this to stop, right here, right now.”
His eyes were wide at that moment, and the implication lay thick in the air like a heavy cloud. For all the animalistic and beastly urges overwhelming him, he seemed surprisingly docile in this moment, pensive even, as he searched Wade for any sign, he wanted to back out of this.
“Oh… Getting consent is sexy, whatcha got in store? Gag me with my lacy panties that I’m totally wearing right now or choke me out again but this time in the less, I’m gonna kill you way and more, watching me struggle against you while you touch me kinda way?”
Wade’s crude words run out of his mouth at a mile a minute and Logan groans… He squeezes Wade harder and the man beneath him twitches a little.
“Wade. I’m being serious, are we doing this?”
The leaner man pauses for a moment and contemplates the question, listening to Logan and hearing the seriousness in his voice as Logan asks him. If they did this, and by God did Wade want to do this, there wasn’t going back and who knows what Logan may do after all this is said and done. He thinks to himself for a moment and digs his brain for the answer to such a loaded question. The heavy implications of it all.
But when would he have the Wolverine, this desperate and horny, in his lap again?
“Yeah, Peanut, let’s fucking go.” Wade’s voice was a low purr stemming from deep in his chest.
It didn’t take long for Logan’s lips to crash over the mercenary’s, all tongue and teeth and feral need as he growled into the all-consuming kiss. The man’s body was tons of rippling muscle and shifting motion just trying to taste every ounce of Wade Wilson he could. Logan outright snarled into the kiss and if Wade couldn’t feel the other man’s erection pressing up against his own, he’d believe he was dreaming. Wade managed to match the frenzied rhythm, carding his fingers through Logan’s scalp and moaning into his mouth. Their breaths were hot, blending each time they stopped to catch themselves, chests heaving with effort. He could feel the involuntary slide of the other man’s pelvis against his own, making Wade sigh as the friction brought them that much more pleasure.
“Fuck me running honey badger…”
“Are ya’ offering?” Logan chucked, a smarmy smirk across his lips as he leaned back to admire Wade. Wade snorted a laugh at that.
“Sweetheart I’m not a natural bottom so you can try.”
Logan rolls his eyes, smashing his lips against Wade’s again, briefly cutting him off from saying anything more.
“I’ve been around for over 200 years; I’ve been on both sides bub.”
The thought hits him like a bag of bricks to the head. Or maybe a thousand Wolverine claws slicing through his grey matter. Wolverine stuffed with his cock, splitting the man open and watching him fall apart beneath his touch.
Wade reaches up, brushing a thumb across the feral’s cheek before pulling him in for a deep kiss. This one was softer, less persistent with the insatiable desire that was flaming through both of their systems converting to a concentrated lust. His hands roam Logan’s body, touching every crevice of sculpted refined muscle, tracing over each ounce of rippling ligament and bone that twitched in response.
He drops his hand to trail over the pack of Hawaiian rolls that made up the other man’s abs, feeling each ridge and bump before swiping over the delicious package that awaited him. It was rock hard, and Wade almost purred in delight at the visual of the man practically throbbing for him. He starts to palm at Logan’s erection through the fabric of the suit, giving just enough friction that the feral shakes and stutters beneath him, breath coming out in heady puffs as he gyrates into Wade’s palm.
“Oh, fuck you look so good like this… I’m committing this to the spank bank for years.”
Logan growls noncommittally, his rugged fingers gripping the mercenary’s shoulders as he rocks himself into the touch. Wade can only watch him with a mesmerized gaze as Logan responds to every sensation. They crash into each other with another kiss, Logan’s hips moving faster, and rougher, trying to chase a desperate feeling burning deep within.
“If you don’t touch me forreal, I’m stabbing your brains out of your thick skull.”
The threat was a breath of a whisper, hanging densely in the air as Wade did his best not to short-circuit at the command. He took heed to Logan’s threat and quickly undressed the man, pushing him to the forest floor and leering over top… But not without a trail of kisses from his cheek to below his jawline, feeling rugged hairs scratch his mottled skin. Wade leans back enough to cup his waiting hand.
“Spit pretty boy.”
It’s an order that Wolverine glances up at him for a long moment, seemingly contemplating an attempted homicide before he relents. The man spits into Wade’s hand and licks along his palm for added effect, just barely grazing those sharp teeth along the scarred skin. Wade hisses and bites his lip, watching Logan through hooded eyes.
He presses a hand between their pelvises once he’s aptly lubed up, (spit is not real lube ladies and gentlemen this is fanfiction, do as I say, not as I do.) squeezing Wolverine at the base of his cock and spreading a slick hand up to the tip. He does so a few more times, watching Wolverine tremble and shake, his teeth gritting and jaw clenching as if trying to hold back the noises. Not on Wade’s watch.
“C’mon gorgeous, let me hear you the others are in the cabin over there, I wanna hear you Wolvie…”
Logan tries to break eye contact, feeling embarrassment flush his cheeks but Wade pulls him right back in. He holds him there and fixates on the man’s expression, mouth falling half open as low groans of pleasure leave him in a symphony.
“There you are… That’s it…”
Wade presses kisses to the shell of Logan’s ear as he admires the man, leaving scorching hot paths wherever he touches on the feral’s body. It’s almost unbearable the way he’s teasing… Squeezing the base at just the right moment only to ghost his thumb over the tip and pull back downwards. It leaves Wolverine shaking with pleasure, nearly gasping for air as his chest heaves from the effort of keeping himself together. His stomach is twisting in knots and if Wade doesn’t slow down, he’s gonna-,
“Ah ah, not yet we ain’t finished honey badger.”
The feeling he was chasing was cut off as quickly as it had snuck up on him and it made his core ache tightly. Logan’s lip cured in displeasure, but he didn’t fight it. Wade steps back to shed his clothing, feeling it was about time they both matched each other in their nakedness. Quite frankly, the suit was snug, but it was chafing his erection and was five seconds from popping through the fabric. It left him exposed with his cock hard and proud. Logan’s mouth was practically watering at the sight.
“Nah, we aren’t… I’m thinking I might want a taste of ya before I get the whole meal.”
Logan shuffles over to Wade, getting closer once more and now grabbing hold of the man, feeling up every inch of mottled skin. The only person to ever worship his body this much was Vanessa, hell, the last time he’d felt this attracted to someone was when he and Vanessa were a thing and that was a scary thought of its own. He pushes the idea down, instead watching Wolverine suck and bite on every inch of exposed skin, raking his claws down Wade’s back and embracing the man’s wanton expressions as he let Logan explore his body. The man was an animal as he moved down, sucking deep marks, biting with sharp teeth hard enough to draw blood. Wade could hear him snarling and growling as he made his way long, occasionally stopping to grind their bodies together. It nearly stole his breath with every movement the other mutant made.
“F-Fuck… Peanut… You’re amazing…”
He grunts up at Wade, lowering down enough so that he can get his hands around the other mutant and on his knees. It’s a quick exploring lick from his taint to his tip before Logan opens his mouth, minding the teeth, and takes him until his nose bumps Wade’s pelvis. The mercenary can’t help the way he immediately sinks his hands into Logan’s hair, exhaling a long gasp as he’s being worshipped by the other man’s mouth. It’s almost like he’s getting his soul sucked out through his dick holy Marvel Jesus it felt so good he was afraid he’d cum in Wolverine’s mouth before too long. The little bit of willpower and restraint he had allowed Wade to take in the sight of the man on his knees, eagerly taking him in and shivering anytime his nose would bump his pelvis. They find a rhythm, the mercenary shallowly thrusting into the other man, a low wet noise echoing in the forest clearing as they continue.
It was getting to a point where he could feel a low heat simmering in his stomach, twisting the knot in his core slowly and if he kept doing this, surely, he’d blow his load. With his hands fisted in Logan’s hair, he pulls a little, gaining some resistance a teasing chuckle that shoots vibrations tingling up his cock. Wade bites his lip and shoots the feral a glare, using the angle to reach down and squeeze the man’s ass cheeks which causes him to make an indignant noise that twists into a moan. Wade manages to get Wolverine off his cock (not something he wanted necessarily) and pushes three fingers past spit-slick lips. He eagerly takes them in and sucks with as much fervor as he had done prior, coating them in a generous amount of saliva before Wade pulls the man’s cheeks apart and slowly prods against his entrance, met with a small amount of resistance.
If he was gonna blow his load, he was gonna do it inside of the Wolverine.
Logan grunts, a mix of discomfort and some other unreadable expression on his face. Wade kisses him openly, hotly, sucking on his bottom lip and it relaxes the man enough that one digit sinks in… He makes a noise that almost sounds like a whimper, sharp fingernails digging into Wade’s shoulder as he probes around inside with the first finger. He spends a moment loosening the man up before adding a second one, scissoring the heated flesh apart and spreading him out more for what was to come.
Logan had been reduced to a leaking puddle, a whimpering mess as precum slicked his cockhead and dribbled down.
“H-Holy shit Wade… Y-You’re torturin’ me.”
“Just getting you ready for the main course is all.”
And with that, a third finger is pushed in, a deep pressure swelling as it scissors him apart enough to reach his prostate deep inside and Logan can’t help the howl of a moan that escapes him, his whole body shaking. He scrabbles for purchase against the mercenary, hands now leaving thin red lines in the man's skin that heal instantaneously. He’s got Logan spread wide open on all three fingers now, probing deep inside and lighting every part of him on fire. He’s reduced to small whimpers and swears as the merc continues to shove his fingers inside and experiences pleasure the likes of which he hasn’t had in years.
It's not long before Wade deems Logan ready enough and pushes him down onto his back, lifting a leg over his shoulder and pressing the tip against the man’s hole. He runs his fingers along the man's cock in reverie, unable to believe that Wolverine, all his muscle and prowess is right here beneath him about to be fucked open on his cock. It’s a heavenly thought and he knows it’ll be spank bank material for years to come. He could die happy right now, Logan could tear him to shreds with no chance of coming back from the dead and he’d be content with that.
This was pure bliss.
“If ya don’t fuck me right now, I’m putting my claws through your dick and making you wish you never tried in the first place.”
Wade chuckles as he snaps out of his thoughts.
“Whatever you say, sweetie, you better hold on real tight little honey badger.”
With a kiss pressed to the side of Wolverine’s face, he pushes in, inch by inch, watching the man’s facial expressions as they twist in discomfort. It’s much bigger than Wade’s fingers inside him and it fills Logan slowly, the pressure immediately hitting his whole body as the other man spears him open. It sends a tremble down his spine, as he tries to adjust, distracted by the kisses and litany of praises whispered in his ear, moaning softly, breath puffing against Wade’s neck as he bottoms out. He’s squeezing his cock tight, wrapping him in a blanket of heat and perfection it almost makes him cum on the spot. Wade takes a deep breath, grunting low as he pulls out nearly before slamming back in, testing Logan’s reaction. It seemed favorable so he did it one more time before setting a steadier rhythm within. The feral beneath him howls as the pace increases, a monstrous noise of pleasure as Wade slams into his tight ass, feeling the flesh make way for him to drive his aching cock inside over and over, catching on that sweet spot instantly and driving home.
Logan’s nails continue to scratch marks along the other mutants' back, feeling the leaner man make low noises of appreciation as he’s marked. The sheer tightness of the other man’s ass wrapped around his cock can only make this better as he fucks him deep but quick. His composure is falling, however, as he wants nothing more than to tear into the man and spread his seed deep into Wolverine’s ass… Patience would reward them both. Plus, he wasn’t one to prioritize his pleasure over his partner.
With that in mind, Wade watches over the feral as his face screws up and his cock is practically soaked in pre-cum. He can hear those wild growls and groans as he fucks into him faster and faster, the sounds escalating in volume and pitch until he knew it wasn’t long before Logan would be a shivering mess beneath him.
“Fuck… Wade… Wade please, ngh… Please!”
He doesn’t tease or beg, seeing the desperation on the other man’s face as Wade reaches down between them, sensing Logan’s growing need. He wraps his hand around the cock bobbing freely, leaking against his abdomen, and begins stroking in time with his thrusts. There’s a deep throaty moan that leaves Wolverine and he seizes beneath the leaner man before thrusting up against his palm. It’s barely a few more thrusts before Logan is spreading ejaculate across the mercenary’s chest, painting sticky fluid between the two of them with a deep groan.
Wade doesn’t last much longer, that tightness increasing tenfold as he clenches around him and the other man spills his seed inside, claiming Logan’s walls.
They lay on the ground for a moment, collecting their breath. Two sweaty and panting souls sit naked under the moonlight as they catch themselves from their erotic rendezvous. Logan nuzzles up into Wade’s neck, wrapping his arms around the man’s waist who jumps at the sensation of cold metal.
“Did I… Pop your claws?”
Logan can feel the heat creeping up his cheeks as he realizes that there are visible divets in the ground in the shape of adamantium claws. Wade grins at Wolverine and kisses his cheek as if telling the older man not to worry about it.
“Guess ya did, mention it to anyone and I’ll pop my claws up your ass.”
The threat is thinly veiled with a smirk as he feels the steel slowly retracting back into Logan’s body. They sit in bliss for a moment before Wade gets up first, sliding out of him and stretching.
“We should probably get back to everyone, got a long day ahead and all that, you know, badassery and saving the day and kicking that bald bitches ass.”
Logan sits up, getting the lower half of his suit back on, leaving the top half in his arms.
“Yeah… Sure…”
He looks at the house and over at Wade who’s also clothing himself back up. The flames of the campfire and stoked out, just brimstone and hot coals crackling softly as the embers begin to die out.
Maybe it was just pure bad luck that of all the people in the world to convince him to be vulnerable like that was the jokey mercenary who brought him here from his home and dumped him off into some stupid adventure. This was not what he was meant for….
‘You were always the wrong guy.’
He purses his lips as he stares off into the darkness for a while, the Honda is in tatters parked at the front of the house and he can’t help the smile that quirks, and maybe a fresh bout of arousal floods him. He only snaps out of it when Wade comes down to plant a kiss on his cheek and he looks up. He must be bristling because the mercenary takes a step back but before he can say some clever quip or ask a dumb question, Wolverine pulls him in for a deep kiss.
“Let’s get back inside bub.”
Wade bounds along, talking the same nonsense he always did until they got inside.
“Mon ami, if you gon’ play dat there devils tango, you best gon’ want to make sure you ain’t being heard while da others tryna sleep.”
Gambit shuffles the cards between his fingers, eyes glancing up to see the two walking in. Logan grumbles to himself and shuffles past the other mutant, snatching up a bottle of whiskey before stomping off to an unnamed corner where he finds a place to hide away.
Wade shrugs in Remy’s direction, bounding off to find where Logan was choosing to hide out in the lair. If this was the last time, he and Wolverine were gonna be together, he better make the best of this night.
But something was telling Wade that this was only just the beginning.