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Logan wasn't called ‘The Wolverine’ for nothing. There were the obvious reasons: the sharp claws, the hair - Wade had called them “kitty ears” at the diner and Logan had slammed his head into the shitty plastic table top so hard it had splintered in three places.
His brutal fighting style and super senses. Sometimes his more animalistic traits took the forefront, the ones he allowed other people to see: running on all fours, growling, the never ending beast like rage.
But those weren't where the comparisons ended - just the ones everyone knew about. Logan took great care to shove the rest down, hidden away, too much for even him to stomach. The world liked (or at least tolerated) when he went into an animal frenzy, tearing bad guys down one by one with no effort.
Logan had a feeling they wouldn't be so understanding about the rest.
He’d never had sex with anyone while sober after realizing. Close to sober, maybe, but never fully. He’d always try to grab a few fingers of whiskey, maybe even a shot of something shitty, before he got going. For good reason. Because when Logan started getting horny sober, well, things got a little…feral.
He’d thought it was just over eagerness the first few times, hit ems and quiet ems that didn’t really care if he was a bit more intense than expected. But then it kept happening.
This…instinct that would override everything else, the instinct to fight and stab and bite . Didn’t matter how nice the other person was, didn’t matter how slow Logan tried to take it. His claws would itch and his vision would go red around the edges and he’d just want to pounce. But not in the sexy way, in the ‘I want to get my teeth in the back of your neck and bite down so hard it scars’ kind of way.
Nowadays, Logan was very rarely ever sober, so it wasn’t really an issue. That part of him only really reared its ugly head in the mornings when he woke up hard and had no bottles close enough by to start a buzz, so he bites down on the nearest pillow and jerks one out, tearing holes in whatever furniture he’d passed out on and doing a quick walk of shame past the motel clerk before they found out he’d shredded the room to shit and made him pay for it.
But right now, in the hot, shitty, cramped Honda fucking Odyssey, Logan was sober. The rubbing alcohol hadn’t done much besides put his healing factor to fucking work on his liver, and he was for the first time in years running on complete and utter fucking clarity.
Which really, he might have said Wade’s life was a joke God liked playing on the rest of the world, but maybe he should have said that into the rearview mirror because Logan’s life was looking pretty fucking silly right now.
Because of fucking course Logan would be properly sober for the first time in decades while goddamn Deadpool of all people was pressing up against him, all smooth leather and sculpted legs, letting Logan pin him down and stab into him again and again and again. Logan’s instincts were going wild. The rational, sober part of his brain knew that Wade was an annoying piece of shit, a lying good-for-nothing ass clown who couldn’t keep his mouth shut if you sewed it closed.
The Wolverine part, however, unleashed from a dull fog of alcohol usually keeping it docile, didn’t care about all that. It cared about the chase, his claws sinking right into Wade’s flesh and the press of their bodies together. The drip of blood into Logan’s mouth, the stretch of Wade’s leg over his shoulder. The playful back and forth, Logan throwing Wade out of the car and the fucking idiot jumping back in, two wolves circling each other, swatting their claws playfully, barring their teeth and lunging to fight for dominance.
Logan felt his vision start to go red around the edges as that feral part of him fought for control. It might run mostly on instinct, but it noticed Wade’s healing factor. Knew that he could handle anything Logan could throw at him, could take being pinned down and bit and fucked and still pick himself up afterwards.
That Logan wouldn’t need to worry about the guilt of hurting someone, wouldn’t need to keep his instincts in check to avoid accidentally killing his partner if he got a little too over eager.
Logan fought against the pull as much as he could, baring his teeth and tossing Wade away from him as much as possible. If he put a little distance between them, maybe he would be able to clear his head.
He didn’t want to fuck Wade - there were a million and one reasons why that would be a bad idea even if Logan was struggling to list any of them in that moment. The smell of blood was making his mind go fuzzy and Wade kept making these little fucking noises that made Logan want to bite and pin and fuck.
He was doing a pretty good job at it, ignoring all of Wade’s stupid remarks and focusing on the feeling of his claws sinking into Wade’s flesh, warm and textured and still fucking alive despite Logan giving as good as he got.
He lasted right up until the point where he managed to slam Wade down on the passenger side seat - broken into a full horizontal position - laying the merc down out underneath him and pinning him face first into the leather seats.
He sat on the back of Wade’s legs and plunged his claws repeatedly into Wade’s back, grunting as Wade bucked up beneath him. The give of Wade’s ass pressed up against Logan’s crotch, teasing the raging hard on Logan hadn’t been truly able to ignore.
Wade froze for a moment at the contact and then moved his hips slightly up and down, like he was making sure he was feeling it correctly. The friction made Logan see red, pulling his claws out of Wade’s back and growling like an animal.
“I see little Logan’s finally joined us,” Wade said, in that annoying as shit sing-songy voice he liked to use. “He’s a little late to the party, but I’m not surprised given the Whiskey Cla-”
Whatever stupid thing Wade was about to say was cut off by a guttural moan as Logan grabbed Wade’s mask, pulled it up just enough to expose the back of his neck, and then bit down hard. He opened his mouth wide, getting a full mouthful of Wade’s skin between his teeth and the sweet taste of iron on his tongue.
Logan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he moved his body to fully pin Wade down, stabbing each of his claws into Wade’s arms to keep him still and pushing his erection firmly against the swell of Wade’s ass.
“Holy fucking shit tits!”
Wade squirmed under him and Logan growled around his mouthful of flesh, biting down harder until Wade finally stilled, breath coming out in hot, quick pants against the seat. Wade went boneless underneath him, Logan following the settling of his body like riding a wave. At Wade’s submission, he let out a pleased rumble, retracting his claws back and using his hands to keep Wade pinned instead.
He pulled his teeth back, but only far enough so he could drag his tongue along Wade’s skin, collecting the seeping drops of blood while actively feeling the wound begin to heal underneath his licks.
Part of his feral urges had been temporarily satisfied by the bite and he could see the red recede slightly from his vision as awareness came back to him. Awareness of the stupid fucking thing he’d just done.
“Peanut, definitely not complaining because World Of Warcraft was that so fucking hot but, uh, what is happening right now?”
Leave it to Wade’s ridiculous ramblings to confuse Logan enough to settle the beast even more, pulling away from Wade’s back and sitting up fully on top of his thighs. “You fucking liked that?”
“Liked it? Wolvie, that was definitely the hottest thing that has ever happened to me, and I once had Black Widow use her thighs to repeatedly slam my head into a concrete wall until I passed out.”
Logan shook his head, dragging a hand across his face and letting out a groan. “I already knew you were a freak, but shit. Most people would be running for the hills right now.”
“I have 2008’s Sexiest Man Alive currently straddling my ass with what feels like at least 8 inches of Australian grown man meat, so I think I have a valid excuse,” Wade said, turning his head to the side and looking up at Logan through the narrowed lenses of his mask. “Plus, not to point fingers, Peanut, but you’re the one who bit me on the neck like we were in a zombie apocalypse themed porno, so if anyone is being a freak, it's you. Although again, not complaining.”
“I swear to Christ it’s like you’re speaking a different language sometimes,” Logan grumbled, reluctantly pulling his hips away from Wade’s body to put some distance between them.
He’d had a moment of weakness, sure, fine, but he couldn’t let this keep going. He was going to get out of the cramped ass car and just walk wherever the hell they were supposed to be going, because if he spent any more time stuck surrounded by the smell of blood and the warmth of their shared body heat, he was going to make another stupid mistake.
“Move out of the fucking way, I’m leaving.”
“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, Peanut,” Wade tsked, and before Logan could react he felt Wade’s legs lock firmly around his waist and twist, flipping their positions so Logan was laying on his back and Wade was straddling his hips.
The pain of slamming his head made the beast rear up again and he snarled, gnashing his teeth and trying to lunge up at Wade. He only got a few inches up before Wade pinned his arms down, somehow managing to smile despite his entire face being covered. Wade cooed at him, a noise that made Logan want to kill kill kill, before moving his hips and settling his ass very deliberately on Logan’s straining dick.
Logan moaned, cutting off the growl bubbling in his throat, and thrust up with his hips, like if he tried hard enough he could somehow force his cock through both layers of their suits and get inside Wade’s body.
“That’s right, Pookie Bear, it’s okay,” Wade said, reaching up and tugging his mask off fully to toss it somewhere in the destroyed interior of the car. “We’ve had so much sexual tension the entire movie so far, we all knew it was going to end up like this at some point. I’ll admit, the feral stuff is a little bit of a surprise, but every writer’s gotta put their own little twist on this scene I guess.”
“Get. The fuck. Off of me,” Logan managed to grunt out, yanking his arms up and managing to dislodge Wade’s grip, and he meant to push Wade away from him, maybe even out the shattered windshield, but Wolverine had other ideas. He flipped them again so Wade was underneath him, face up this time, and pulled Wade’s legs on either side of his waist so he could slot in between them.
Wade was grinning up at him, warm brown eyes sparkling with some inside joke, sharp jaw flexing against Wolverine’s hand as he slotted it around Wade’s neck.
“Seems like Logan is saying one thing, but little Wolvie is saying another,” Wade said, crossing his legs behind Logan’s back to eliminate the scant inch of space between them. “Is that how it works? I’m sensing a sort of mutant side effect sort of thing going on here. You get all hot and bothered and start wanting to get a little wild? Maybe I am actually God’s favorite. Or at least the writer’s favorite.”
“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Logan said, slamming his claws deep into the seat just inches from Wade’s stupid fucking head.
It was becoming increasingly hard to focus with Wade’s warmth pressing along his body, hips undulating in small, but sensual movements that kept Logan’s dick straining against his suit. The feral red was bleeding into his vision with every ragged breath, every inhale bringing the smell of Wade’s arousal to his nose.
“Yes, okay, fuck. Yes. If I try to fuck when I’m sober, it gets fucking ugly. Violent. I just need…fuck…”
“Shhhh, it’s okay,” Wade said, lifting a hand up to caress the side of Logan’s face, then up, into his hair, to scratch lightly against the side of his head. It felt humiliatingly good and Logan couldn’t help but lean into the touch, eyes fluttering shut against the grounding sensation.
“Listen, no shame, okay? I personally think it’s hot as fuck, but I get how that could be stressful. That being said,” Wade paused, putting pressure on Logan’s head until he turned it to fully face the other man. He opened his eyes and was met with the most serious expression he’d seen Wade make so far. “This is me giving you my full and unwavering consent to absolutely fuck the shit out of me.”
“You don’t - ”
“Don’t understand?” Wade laughed, patting Logan like one would pet a puppy. Logan snapped at that hand with his teeth until Wade settled it on his shoulder instead. “Let me see if I can guess, you definitely want to fuck but feel guilty because you might hurt me? Listen, Wolvie Baby, there’s nothing you could do that would actually hurt me. Super cool healing factor, remember? It is your healing factor, afterall. Or maybe not. I’m actually not sure. The Fox movies didn’t make it super clear, but then their timelines all fucked up anyway-”
“Wade - ”
“ So what I’m saying is, you don’t need to worry your fluffy little head about it, okay? There’s no super sexy, feral Wolverine stuff you could do to me that I wouldn’t 1, like very much, and 2, heal from no problem.” Wade relaxed the tight grip of his legs so they fell open. Logan immediately missed the friction.
“Now if you don’t actually want to, that’s fine, too. Consent is even sexier than the idea of having all 24601 inches of your wolvie cock inside of me. You say the word, I’ll go take a walk, let you cool off.”
Logan took a deep inhale, trying to clear his head enough to make a rational decision, even though there was nothing rational about this situation. The truth was, he wouldn’t be able to go on without dealing with his arousal. It wasn’t going to go away on its own, so the two options were to beat himself off in the back of a shitty car while Wade went on a hike, or take Wade up on what he was so clearly willing to give.
Thinking about it like that, it was pretty easy to choose between thrusting hopelessly into his own fist and biting down on blood-stained leather seats, or getting his cock inside the ass he’d been staring at for the past however many hours and his teeth back into Wade’s neck.
“Fuck, fine,” Logan said, leaning down so their bodies were touching chest to chest and his face was hovering only inches away from Wade’s. “I’ll fuck you, since you so clearly want it.” Wade opened his mouth to say something, but Logan released his claws so the tip of one threatened to knick Wade’s eye. “Shut the fuck up. I’ll fuck you, but if you tell a single fucking soul about this afterwards, it’ll take your body months to regenerate back together again. You understand?”
Wade placed two fingers against his forehead in a mock salute. “Scout’s honor. Also,” Wade slid his fingers in between Logan’s claws and wrapped them around Logan’s fist, pushing until it was a safer distance away. “My safe word is Feige and my favorite color is periwinkle. Now come here, big boy.”
Faster than Logan could react, Wade dug his fingers into Logan’s hair and yanked down until their mouths slammed together. Logan moaned, pressing his mouth hard against Wade’s. Kissing wasn’t really what the Wolverine wanted, but the slick slide of their tongues together was enough to settle it for now.
He swallowed Wade’s desperate moans as he moved those legs back up around his waist to get the friction going again, only pulling away to grasp quick mouthfuls of warm air before going back in.
Wade slipped his tongue into Logan’s mouth, sliding along each of his teeth. As he passed over the canine, his tongue nicked the sharp tooth and blood dripped directly into Logan’s mouth.
Logan growled, eyes straining, as the taste of blood sent his instincts into a frenzy. He slammed Wade’s head back, dislodging their mouths and only barely managing to avoid slicing Wade’s face with his claws.
He looked down, chest heaving with exertion, at Wade’s flushed face. Wade grinned and then stuck out his tongue to show off the blood welling along the tip - Logan could hardly see it past all the red that suddenly clouded his vision.
He lunged forward again, sucking Wade’s tongue into his mouth. The copper tang of blood made Logan’s eyelids flutter as he drank it directly from the source until the wound closed up. He toyed briefly with the idea of biting it again, maybe digging his teeth into Wade’s lips and licking it off there, but Wade forcefully pushed him back before he could act on either idea.
Logan licked along his lips, catching the stray drops of blood, watching as Wade struggled to catch his breath.
“Holy fucking shit,” Wade panted, eyes hazy and unfocused. “I’m so turned on right now I might actually die for real.”
Logan went to move back down and get his mouth back on Wade, his mouth, his neck, wherever, but Wade’s hand was firm against his chest. Logan snarled, stabbing his claws through the offending arm to get it out of the way.
“Fuck!” Wade shouted, pulling his arm off Logan’s claws and cradling it to his chest. Logan took the opportunity to move forward again, this time sinking his teeth into the front of Wade’s throat to assert his dominance.
Wade moaned, loud and shaky. Logan sucked on the skin between his teeth, enjoying the swirling texture of Wade’s scars against his tongue. Rather than going limp like Logan wanted, Wade wrapped his arms around Logan’s neck and held him in place.
“Okay, okay, definitely feral, you were not kidding about that one. Hey, Peanut, as lovely as this is, don’t you want to get a little more comfortable? Maybe get out of these superhero onesies and go au naturel. ”
Logan grunted against his mouthful of skin, understanding in the back of his head that what Wade was saying made sense. But that was the rational part of his brain, the part that was currently riding along in the backseat while Wolverine drove the car of rational thought off a fucking cliff.
He wanted more skin. More places to bite. A hole to sink his cock into. To fuck. To mate.
So instead of listening to Wade, Logan bit down harder, feeling Wade’s moan vibrate against his teeth, and started rutting even faster than before. The friction was making his head fuzzy and the idea of stopping for even a second was enough to make him want to rip someone’s throat out, so fuck Wade and whatever the hell he was still fucking talking about.
“Okay, yeah, you know, that’s about the response I expected,” Wade said, voice trailing off into a whimper after a particularly hard thrust. “But really, sugar bear, all this leather is very sexy but not super helpful if we want to move on, so just know, this hurts me more than it’s gonna hurt you.”
Before Logan could react, Wade pulled his legs from around his waist and planted his feet into Logan’s stomach. With a hard kick, he sent Logan flying off of him and out through the shattered windshield.
Logan’s instincts kicked in just on time for his claws to plunge into the hood of the car and stop him from completely flying off. He ground to a stop, perched like an animal on the hood with six lines of torn metal leading his gaze back up to the car. His chest heaved up and down, partially with exertion, but mostly with white hot rage.
Wade had moved into the backseat where it looked like he was struggling to peel himself out of his suit as quickly as possible. He had one arm free and the other tangled in the sleeve of his suit as he desperately tried to shove it down. All Logan could see were the miles of newly exposed skin - scarred, but not littered with dozens of bitemarks like it should be. Logan bared his teeth, scenting the air on his tongue, locking onto a heady mix of fear and arousal.
Wade looked up at the sound of Logan’s rumbling growl.
“Listen, Peanut, I know you’re a little upset right now, but I really can’t have you ripping up my brand new suit, okay?” Wade said, movements growing more chaotic as Logan pulled his claws out of the car with a snikt sound and moved his legs into a pouncing position.
“The visual effects people might be able to excuse erasing the bullet holes and knife slices from our suits after every fight scene, but it would be real hard to cover up you tearing my suit to sexy little shreds!”
Logan lunged back into the car, flying at Wade who let out a high pitched scream as their bodies collided. There was a moment where their bodies tangled together, elbows in stomachs and arms twisted into pretzels, before Logan finally managed to grab Wade by the back of the head and slam him down.
In the backseat, there was a lot less room to move and get Wade spread out the way he wanted, the best position to get fully and properly on top of him.
Kicking his left leg out while keeping Wade pinned, Logan slammed his foot into the backseats until they groaned ominously and collapsed backward into the trunk. The new space let Logan drag Wade into the middle and start pulling at his suit. Luckily, the idiot had managed to get it off far enough that both of his arms were free, so all Logan really had to do was pull it down, down, down, revealing more and more skin to his burning gaze.
As the leather slid over Wade’s ass, exposing the fact that he wasn’t wearing underwear, Logan couldn’t help but dive forward, drawn to Wade’s most intimate area. He grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and pulled them apart until the twitching pink hole was revealed. Logan’s mouth watered, saliva gathering under his tongue and threatening to spill over his lips.
“Hey, honey badger, what are you - OH FUCK!”
Logan licked a warm stripe across Wade’s hole, letting out a pleased rumble at the taste of musk on his tongue and the little full body shivers that racked Wade’s body. He did it again, this time letting his tongue prod teasingly at the hole until Wade was reduced to gibberish. A purr rumbled out of his chest as he successfully pleased his mate.
His cock throbbed with neglect, still trapped inside his suit, but he ignored it in favor of drilling his tongue into Wade’s hole, messy and wet as saliva pooled from his mouth. Wade made sensual little sounds, punching out of him like a wounded animal, only serving to drive Logan even wilder.
He grabbed onto Wade’s thighs and forced them further apart so he could go deeper, straining the suit material still trapped around Wade’s legs. Logan didn’t really care if Wade’s suit got destroyed - in fact he would prefer if it was no longer in the fucking way. It was only the small flicker of rationality still fighting for life in the back of his brain that prevented him from just ripping it clean off of Wade’s body and dealing with the consequences later.
Logan pushed his chin against Wade’s taint, mouthing hungrily at the slowly widening ring of muscle and digging his fingers into the meat of Wade’s ass. He finally worked it open enough to properly get his tongue inside, feeling along the warm, pulsing walls and imagining how good it was going to feel to finally have his cock inside.
A yank on his hair brought him up for air, looking forward with unfocused vision at Wade, up on one of his elbows and craning his head back over his shoulder.
Wade’s mouth was open, panting, and his face was flushed red. Logan zeroed in on Wade’s mouth, the pink of his lips and the drag of his tongue. Maybe he should put his dick inside Wade’s mouth instead, see how well that healing factor worked while choking on cock deep in his throat. Wade would look up at him so prettily, eyes wet and lips stretched to their limit, drooling all over Logan’s lap.
He was pulled from the quickly spiraling fantasy by another tug on his hair, yanking an annoyed growl from his chest. He swiped his claws up at the fingers on his head, which were quickly pulled away, and then sunk his teeth into Wade’s left ass cheek as punishment before letting it go.
“Fuck! Okay, god you are really good at eating ass, who would have guessed. Well, I might have guessed, anyway, sugarbear, this is going great but if you want to go any further you’re going to have to take off that beautiful yellow suit. And I’m not just saying that because I want to see your huge wolvie titties, I swear. If you want to get all up inside this,” Wade said, wiggling his ass for emphasis, immediately drawing Logan’s eyes back down to his split slick hole, “You gotta get out of your costume. Sound good?”
Logan was too far gone to fully understand Wade’s ramblings, so the only part he really caught was the idea of finally getting to fuck the other man. Deadpool’s ass was still swaying teasingly, wet between the cheeks and now temporarily branded with the idents of Logan’s teeth.
Adrenaline coursed through Logan’s body, fingers twitching, hips flexing, and mind running a constant mantra of matefuckmatefuckmatematemate.
He remembered, briefly, years ago arguing with Hank about the yellow suit and how there was no way on God’s green fucking earth he was going to wear a goddamn onesie and have to take off his entire costume to take a piss. Hank had argued something about aerodynamics and wind resistance and a bunch of other nerd shit Logan hadn’t bothered to listen to at the time, but when Logan had threatened to cut a dick hole in it himself, Hank finally conceded and made his costume into two pieces.
Logan shook away the memory. Now was not the time to get sentimental, especially when he was this fucking sober.
He unlatched his belt, flinging it somewhere towards the front seat. He kicked off his boots and slid his pants down and off, allowing his cock to get free. It sprang up, slapping against his stomach, red and throbbing and desperate.
Wade’s eyes went comically large when he saw it, freezing in place. He opened his mouth and then closed it again immediately - of course all it took to finally shut him up was finally getting some dick.
Moving forward, Logan threw himself on top of Wade’s body, knocking him down until he lay flat across the seats and pressing them together from head to toe. He wrapped his hands around Wade’s hips - catching Wade across the stomach with one of his claws while doing so - and pulled him up onto his knees so his ass was pressing against Logan’s cock.
The smell of fresh blood in the air and the feel of his cock slipping over Wade’s ass cheek was enough to send Logan into a frenzy. He rutted forward, blindly, to try and catch his cock on Wade’s hole and shove it inside. He missed, only just grazing his tip on the rim, his cock sliding up Wade’s crease and onto his back.
Logan roared in frustration, biting down on Wade’s shoulder and trying again, thrusting mindlessly forward, unwilling to stop pressing their skin together, but unable to get a good enough angle to push inside.
Finally, his cock caught on the rim, the warm skin kissing the tip of his cock like it was hungry for it. Logan purred, a full body sound, and started to push forward, feeling the rim slowly start to spread around the head of his dick.
Until he felt fingers wrap around the rest of his cock, stopping his progress entirely. A snarl rose out of his throat as his hips flexed forward, trying to close the gap, but the fingers held firm, pulling his cock away from the hole he needed so desperately to sink into.
“Hey, sweetums, it’s me again,” Wade said, giving Logan’s dick a hard squeeze. “Not safewording, but I did mention at the beginning of the movie that I wasn’t a natural bottom, and that still holds true. I might have an awesome healing factor, but I’m still gonna need some lube and maybe a couple of fingers if I’m going to take that absolute monster I can feel nudging up against my secret love tunnel.”
Wade might as well have been speaking in riddles for all that Logan’s rabid brain understood of what he’d said. The only word he really caught was ‘lube’, and at least some part of his mind was able to understand it was important underneath all the fuckmatefuckmatebreedfuck battering around inside his skull.
With a surprising amount of willpower, Logan pulled his hips back and sat up, chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm as he fought for control. He slammed three of his claws deep into the seat, grounding himself, as his red-tinted gaze roamed hungrily over Wade’s exposed body.
“Hurry,” he managed to grunt out, unsure how long he was going to be able to remain sane while his cock throbbed painfully against his stomach, his balls aching to empty themselves inside of a warm hole, any hole, hell he would even take Wade’s mouth at this point, just to get some stimulation.
“On it,” Wade chirped, with far too much glee given the current situation. He kicked his pants down and off his legs until he was fully naked and then looked around the interior of the car. “You don’t happen to know where my belt ended up, do you?”
“ Wade-”
“Found it!” Wade held up his belt of pouches and started rummaging through, pulling out the strangest assortment of items Logan had ever seen. The weirdness of the situation did help quell his arousal a bit and he retracted his claws back into his body with some calming breaths.
Wade tossed aside what looked like some sort of baseball cards with little monsters on them, a packet of dental floss, two AA batteries, and a bouncy ball before triumphantly holding up a packet of lube. “Gotcha!”
“You fucking carry around lube in your costume?”
“A boy scout is always prepared,” Wade said, ripping the foil packet open with his teeth. “How about I get my mouth on you while I get myself ready? Little wolvie like the sound of that?”
Logan’s brain stuttered, caught between two warring, equally erotic visuals of his cock down Wade’s throat and Wade opening himself up on his own fingers. “Get yourself ready?”
“Yeah, no offense, babycakes, but I don’t think you have enough control of those claws right now to be sticking them near my butt. We’ll save that for next time. Go ahead and lean back, I got this.”
Although it went against his instincts, Logan scooted back and leaned against side, digging his fingers into his own leg.
“Good boy,” Wade said, the words sending an unexpected tingle of pleasure down Logan’s spine.
Wade crawled forward, looking up at Logan with that damned tinkle still in his eye, and slid between Logan’s legs. He placed one of his hands on Logan’s cock, holding it steady, while his other slipped down to disappear between his own legs.
Logan followed the path of that hand with intense eyes, watching as it moved between Wade’s cheeks, no doubt prodding at his still spit slick hole.
Suddenly, he felt a heat envelop his cock and he threw his head back with a guttural moan, eyes fluttering shut. Wade took his dick to the base in one fluid movement and swallowed around it, making Logan’s hips jump up of their own accord. Logan grabbed onto the top of Wade’s head, forcing him to stay in place as the slick warmth of his mouth sent waves of pleasure across Logan’s body.
Logan thrust up, holding Wade’s head down and hammering the back of his throat, animalistic noises ripping out of his mouth. Wade moaned around his cock, whether from the abuse or from the fingers thrusting up inside of him, it was impossible to tell.
Logan titled his head back down to see his cock disappearing into Wade’s mouth, scarred lips stretched tight around the girth, eyes brimming with unshed tears. His mouth was like a vacuum, sucking Logan in. His tongue danced around the shaft playfully, stimulating Logan from every side.
Logan had the brief thought that if being a mercenary ended up not working for Wade, he sure would make one hell of a whore.
After another moment, Wade forcefully pulled his head back and off Logan’s cock, taking deep pulls of air. Wade let out a wrecked moan, hips jerking back on his own fingers, mouth wide and saliva dripping down his chin.
Logan couldn’t take it anymore.
He shoved Wade backwards until he toppled over, landing on his back with a yelp, spread out over the seats. Logan immediately moved between Wade’s legs, grabbing onto his hips and yanking him until his ass was practically in Logan’s lap. He looked down to see Wade’s hole, wider than before, shiny with lube and spit and winking at him like a needy little mouth.
Logan grabbed his cock and pressed it against the hole, baring his teeth at the first contact of warm, giving flesh to his hard dick. He didn’t wait any longer, pushing his hips forward with a hard thrust until he sank about halfway inside.
“Jesus, Mary, and fucking Joseph!” Wade yelled, legs spasming around where they were split around Logan’s waist.
His hole tightened and Logan groaned, open mouth panting at the sensation, as the tight channel sucked even tighter around him. He bullied his way past that bit of resistance until he sank fully inside, entire cock surrounded by pulsating warmth.
He leaned forward, covering Wade’s body with his own, pressing them together from where they were connected up to their chests. He couldn’t properly feel Wade’s chest through the material of his suit, but the warmth was good and the position put him close enough to lick a stripe up Wade’s neck.
Wade was fucking tight, like a noose around Logan’s cock. He wanted to stay there, buried to the hilt, feeling Wade’s body spasm around him, but he also needed to move. Needed to thrust, to get friction, to fill Wade up with cum until he was fucking bursting with it.
“I. . . I need . . . fuck, I have to . . .”
“It’s okay,” Wade said, breath shaky but sweet as he moved one of his hands into Logan’s hair to pet through it. He pressed his lips against Logan’s ear, trailing his tongue along the shell. “It feels good, doesn’t it, baby? Nice and tight? You’re doing so good. You can fuck me, it’s okay. Fill me on up, wreck me with that big cock, wolvie, I need you to.”
Logan roared, saying goodbye to the last spark of rationality in his brain and giving into his instincts. He bit into the side of Wade’s neck and pulled his hips back before pistoning his cock back in. His eyes rolled skyward at the friction, slamming again and again back into the perfect fucking cocksleeve that was Wade’s body.
Wade cried out and Logan could feel the vibrations against his teeth. He bit down harder, drawing blood and a garbled moan from Wade, who tugged at Logan’s hair with every powerful thrust.
Logan got a hand under Wade’s thighs and shoved them up so Wade’s knees bounced near his chest and he could get even deeper, thrusting with a speed he’d never let himself experience before. For anyone else, this would be dangerous. The painful stretch of their legs, the force of Logan’s thrusts, the teeth breaking through skin; but Wade was taking it beautifully, all sweet noises and panting cries as Logan finally unleashed his beast.
But soon, it wasn’t enough. The angle was all wrong, Logan needed to get deeper . He yanked his teeth out of Wade’s throat and pulled out without warning, dropping Wade’s thighs.
Wade cried out at the sudden loss, body arching up against his will. Wade made constant jokes about how ugly he was, but at that moment, Logan couldn’t understand it - Wade looked practically sinful, sculpted torso shining with a sheen of sweat, skin flushed red from exertion, his large cock straining pitifully upwards and drooling precum onto his stomach.
Logan wanted to eat him alive.
He flipped Wade around, pulling his knees up and quickly mounting him from behind. He slid back home like he’d never left, the new angle allowing him to get fully inside and properly cover Wade’s body. It also gave him new access to Wade’s prostate, which he slammed into mercilessly until the other man started crying.
The sweet smell of sex filled the car, warm and heavy. Logan drank it down in greedy mouthfuls, huffing around his barred teeth as he thrust forward. He could see the greedy way Wade’s hole stretched around his cock, sucking him in happily but reluctant to let him go when he pulled back out. He moved one of his hands from Wade’s hip to his hole, letting his thumb rub along the stretched rim and threaten to push inside.
Wade bucked his hips back, swearing, and let his body swallow Logan’s cock to the hilt. “Fuck, wolvie, get your fucking teeth in me again, please, I know you want it. Bite me.”
Logan’s eyes snapped up to the exposed back of Wade’s neck, unmarked and ripe for the taking. He growled, plastering himself against Wade’s back and slamming their bodies down until Wade’s knees gave out and he was lying prone. He didn’t let himself loose even an inch, keeping his cock deep inside.
He breathed against the back of Wade’s neck, giving it a long lick, before finally clamping his teeth down. The dual sensation of his cock wrapped up in Wade’s spasming body and his teeth sinking into flesh was almost too much to bear. He felt rabid, fully animal, a monster who only knew how to fuck and mate and take. And as Wade fell fully limp beneath him, whimpering, Logan felt powerful.
He dug his teeth in deeper, rivlets of blood seeping around his lips as he started thrusting again in earnest, punching sounds out of Wade. He knew his teeth wouldn’t scar, but fuck did he want them to, wanted to leave his teeth so deep in Wade’s neck no one would ever question who Wade belonged to. He was Logan’s mate, Logan’s companion, Logan’s friend.
Wade could tell Logan was reaching the end when his hips began to stutter, cock thrusting fully in and stilling, before yanking back out with no rhyme or rhythm. He tried to move one of his hands up to reach for Logan, but Logan growled around Wade’s neck, feral and loud, and stabbed his claws through Wade’s arm and into the leather seats, pinning it in place.
“OW, fuck, yep, my bad,” Wade stuttered out, squeezing his ass tight enough to make Logan’s vision go fuzzy. “You’re getting close, aren’t you, big boy? You’ve done so good. Come inside me, baby, come on. Getting me all fucking wet and full. Make me yours.”
Logan grunted, slamming his hips once, twice, three times forward before he pushed himself inside as far as he could possibly go and cumming, teeth sinking so deep into Wade’s neck it would have possibly killed any other person.
He felt his cock fill Wade’s hole, slicking the way, filling him completely up with Logan’s seed. Logan’s body seized from head to toe, putting his full body weight into his hips and he made sure to wring out every last drop into Wade’s body.
His orgasm felt like it lasted forever, easily one of the most intense he had ever felt in his life. He felt like he was floating, completely removed from his body, while at the same time fully aware of the feeling of Wade’s hot, wet hole clenching sweetly around his cock.
When he finally settled, breathing evening out and red seeping away from his vision, Logan retracted his claws out of Wade’s arm and pulled his teeth away from Wade’s neck to look at the bite mark. It was deep and bloody, wide enough to cover the entirety of the back of his neck. On anyone else, it would heal into an ugly scar, but Logan knew it would mostly likely be gone in minutes.
He felt a swell of satisfaction regardless, leaning down to lick up the blood from around the wound. Wade took that moment to purposefully tighten his ass, and between the blood on his tongue and the over sensitive friction, it was almost enough to send him right back into a feral state.
“Quit it,” Logan hissed, sitting up but not quite pulling out yet. “Keep doing that and we’ll never fucking stop.”
“You’re the one who still has his cock in my ass, Peanut,” Wade chided, getting up on his elbows to look over his shoulder. “Also, very happy for your orgasm, it was really hot and I am going to jerk off to it forever, but one of us is still hard as a fucking rock over here.”
Logan reached down underneath Wade’s body and wrapped a hand around Wade’s cock. He had, in his frenzy, forgotten to make sure Wade came, too. He could flip him over and blow him, but that would require Logan to pull out of the warmth of Wade’s body - he wasn’t quite ready for that yet.
So he did the next best thing, taking his hand and spitting into it before moving it back to Wade’s cock, creating a wet tunnel for Wade to fuck forward into. He thrust forward gently, his own cock growing hard again inside of Wade, rocking his hips to move Wade’s forward into the clutch of his fist.
Wade whimpered as Logan brushed his prostate, hips flexing forward and back against his will as his body chased his release. Logan wrapped an arm around Wade’s shoulders, tugging him upward until Wade was kneeling on the seats, his back pressed against Logan’s chest.
He forcefully turned Wade’s head, feeling the other man’s hot, shaky breaths fanning across his lips. Logan plunged his tongue back into Wade’s mouth, thrusting his tongue inside to match the rhythm of his hips. Wade moaned around Logan’s tongue, cock leaking heavily in Logan’s fist.
It didn’t take much longer for either of them. Wade shouted as he came, clenching down impossibly tighter around Logan’s cock and dragging him over the edge as well. They both collapsed afterwards, breathing hard, sweat sticking their skin together.
Logan felt more satisfied than he could remember feeling in a long time, like all the tension had been poured out of his body. He’d never been able to have sex like that ever. And now that he knew how it felt, he wasn’t really sure how he was going to go forward knowing how it could be.
Logan hefted himself up with a huff, unsticking himself from Wade. He looked over to see Wade had sprawled out on his back, legs askew and arms stretched above his head. Logan’s eyes were immediately drawn to his hole, already leaking out Logan’s cum onto the seats - Logan tore his eyes away, blinking feral red back from his vision, and looked at Wade's face. Wade had his eyes shut tight and was mumbling something under his breath.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to commit this whole thing to memory,” Wade responded, opening his eyes and meeting Logan’s stare. “They are definitely going to cut this scene from the movie so I won’t even get to watch it again.”
“God, you make no fucking sense.”
“I don’t know, the ‘fucking’ made a lot of sense to me, sugarbear,” Wade said with a wink. “You know, if you’d ever want to do that again, I’ll make sure to put you as number 1 on my booty call speed dial.”
“You’d want to do that again? After what I did? You’ve really got a fucking death wish.”
With his head clearer, Logan was starting to feel the creeping guilt he always felt when he let that side of him out. It was fucked up, how crazy he got, how he let his animal side just take and take and take. How the sex had felt so damn good, but at the expense of losing his mind and hurting people.
“Logan,” Wade said, sitting up and moving closer to Logan until their thighs were pressed together. Logan averted his eyes, unable to look Wade in the eye. He felt Wade’s finger brush against his hand, and he didn’t fight as Wade lifted his hand up until it rested on the back of Wade’s neck. The skin was scarred, as it always was, but Logan’s bite mark was gone. “See? You didn’t hurt me. I liked it a lot, actually, and I know you did to, Mr. No Refractory Period.”
Logan shook his head and pulled his hand back, reaching for his pants. This was all getting a little too emotional for him. He needed to get some air.
“I’m going on a walk.”
“Not one for pillow talk, huh?”
“Shut up,” Logan snapped, harsher than he meant. He yanked on his pants and his boots, and then fumbled to open the car door and step out onto the ground. Immediately his head felt clearer, away from the scent of sex and the steamy interior of the car. “You better have your fucking clothes on when I get back.”
“Whatever you say, peanut,” Wade said, closing the door behind Logan like he needed some privacy while he got dressed. Like Logan didn’t have his cock up his ass not mere minutes ago.
Logan dismissed Wade’s weirdness from his mind and walked into the woods, breathing in the scent of dead leaves and fresh air. He walked a little ways from the car, far enough Wade wouldn’t be able to see him if he was looking, but close enough Logan would be able to hear in case anything happened.
He found a sturdy looking tree and leaned against it, letting out a heavy breath he didn’t know he’d been holding back.
He tried to think about things rationally, now that rationality was an option available to him again. He was still angry at Wade for lying. Really fucking angry. For the first time in years, he’d allowed himself to feel the smallest sliver of hope that maybe he could fix things. Maybe he could finally go back and undo his mistakes, and make the right choice. Not walk away.
And fuck, that’s what he needed to do now, wasn’t it? Not walk away.
Even if Wade was a lying piece of shit, he’d lied for a good reason. God knows Logan had done far worse things than lie in order to protect his friends. And despite how much of a fucking asshole he was, Logan could tell Wade was ultimately trying to do the right thing.
Logan had come this far already and walking away now would only confirm what everyone already said about him. That he was a coward who only ever looked out for himself. Even if he couldn’t save his own world, would the ghosts in his head finally be at peace if he made a different choice this time?
God he was far too fucking sober for thoughts like these. He shook his head, like he could shake the memories away, and instead focused on thinking about what just happened.
The sex was really good. So fucking good. And Logan would be just as much a liar as Wade was if he said he never wanted to do it again. Despite the guilt, there was something so inherently right about getting to let his feral side loose and focusing only on feeling good. And Wade, even after getting bit and fucked and manhandled, was fine. He wasn’t hurt.
Maybe, maybe , if they somehow managed to get out of this hell hole without that bald lady ripping them into atomic shreds, they could do it again. But maybe that was just his dick talking.
Logan shook his head and pushed off the tree, heading back towards the car. Exhaustion was catching up to him and he suddenly felt the full brunt of their fight and subsequent sex. Maybe a quick power nap would help him sort through all his hectic thoughts,
When he got back, Wade was fully clothed once more, including his mask and all of his weapons he must have retrieved while Logan was gone. He turned on his side as Logan got back in the car, head propped up on his hand and white lenses narrowed with mischief.
“So, is it time for post-sex cuddles? Just so you know, I do like being the big spoon, although I’m flexible. But you already know that, don’t you?”
“We are not cuddling.” Logan shut the door behind him and laid down across the destroyed seats, letting his eyes fall shut and his body relax.
“Come on, we can-”
“No.”
“But-!”
“No.” Logan snapped, opening one eye to glare at Wade. “If you fucking try to cuddle me, I’m going to tie your limbs together, you understand? I already fucked you, stop being so goddamn needy.”
Logan shut his eye and turned onto his side, facing away from Wade. Maybe he was being a little harsh, but until he worked through whatever it was he was feeling towards the other man, it was best to keep some distance.
He was just able to drift off when he felt the slide of fingers along his side as an arm came to wrap around his stomach. His eyes snapped open and he yanked Wade’s arm back until he felt it pop out of his socket. Wade let out a girlish scream and fell backwards, cradling his arm.
“I just wanted to cuddle!” Wade whined like a child throwing a tantrum. “I didn’t even get to see your big man tits and now you won’t even cuddle me! Romance is dead!”
Logan had already run out of patience and made quick work of making sure Wade wouldn’t be able to bother him again, tying him up firmly in the seatbelts, ignoring Wade’s annoying complaining until he was finally satisfied.
“Good night, Wade,” he said mockingly, patting him on the chest twice before moving back to the position he was in before and closing his eyes, letting the blissful silence lull him to sleep.