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He hadn't had a nightmare since the first night he slept on the pull out couch. So when he woke up screaming, body covered in sweat and claws unsheathed, it caught Wade by surprise.
"Logan?"
He looked at the younger man and a loud sob tore out of him, tears falling down his cheeks. There was a lot of blood flowing from Wade's left forearm where the adamantium blades had sliced across. A deeper cut had almost severed his hand at the wrist. It was hanging by a tendon...
"I've hurt you."
"It's okay."
"It's not fucking okay! I've cut off your hand!"
"It's fine. It's still attached to my body. I just need to press it like this."
Wade's extraordinary regenerative powers worked swiftly to connect tissue and bone.
"See? All the cuts are healed and I don't need to regrow my hand."
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't cry, peanut. Come here."
He opened his arms and waited for Logan to lean on him. As soon as he did, Wade embraced him, uncaring that his claws were out, the sharp adamantium shredding his pretty Hello Kitty t-shirt. He sheathed them immediately and hugged the younger man so tight he could feel his heart beating. Their bodies were intertwined, legs tangled together. Wade's right hand was buried in his hair and his left hand was splayed on his lower back.
"Shit, I'm sorry."
"It's just a t-shirt. No biggie."
"Don't make light of it. I've hurt you while you were sleeping next to me. The sheets are covered in blood. You're covered in blood... I know you can't die, but you still feel pain..."
"Have I ever told you the story of how I met Juggernaut? It was awesome! The fucker ripped my body in half. Regrowing legs is a bitch. Not to mention balls and..."
"Wade."
"What I'm trying to say is that there are different levels of pain. Being sliced or shot is fine, it hurts but it's tolerable. I heal fast from those types of wounds. Being dismembered? Now that's excruciating because regrowing body parts takes a lot of time."
"I don't care if I've hurt you less than Juggernaut. He's a bad guy and I'm the man who's in love with you."
"We fight all the time, peanut. You've stabbed me before."
Wade was playing with his cowlicks, his fingers as gentle as his voice.
"It's roughhousing and sparring. And you are fully conscious. You can defend yourself, and even kick my ass sometimes."
"Would you feel better if I used my Baby Knife™ on you? I could cut you up, make you bleed a little, and then fuck you hard until all this angst turned into an earth shattering orgasm..."
"What?"
He lifted his head, frowning. Wade just smiled at him, his eyes soft and full of love.
"Or do you want to do the sensible thing and talk about your trauma? I won't judge you or say platitudes."
No, he wouldn't judge him. He never did. Beneath Wade's risqué jokes, barbed quips, and obscure pop culture references, there was a kind soul and an empathetic heart. Logan could talk about anything with him because he made him feel safe. However, talking about his traumatic past after such a vivid nightmare wasn't something he wanted to do right now. He felt too raw...
"There's a third option. We could take a long shower. I could make cinnamon pancakes for breakfast. We could cuddle on the couch and watch cartoons all day. We could do lots of nice things."
It sounded perfect. Wade's cinnamon pancakes were the best pancakes he had ever tasted and his cuddles were warm and comforting. But what Logan needed wasn't comfort and gentle touches. He couldn't handle Wade's kindness when every bone in his body was telling him he didn't deserve it.
"I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. Make it hurt so good I can't think of anything but your fat cock splitting me open. Carve your name on my chest, close to my heart, mark me as yours."
"Your skin will heal before I finish carving the second letter."
"I'll know it was there."
"Everything I'm going to do to you is me giving you what you need. I'll be mean. I'll be rough. But when I hurt you it won't be because I want to punish you. This isn't about that. This isn't punishment, okay?"
He nodded. He knew Wade would give him physical pain out of love, not punishment. Logan trusted him with his body and his heart, so when the first cut was made he smiled. Wade didn't smile back, but his eyes did.
"Part of me wishes my name could stay on your skin forever."
"Your name is carved on my heart for all of eternity."
"Fuck... Now I want to open your chest and kiss your beating heart. I'm sick, I know..."
"If you're sick, then I must be sicker than you, because I think that's romantic."
"Fuck..."
They were both covered in blood. Wade was straddling his thighs, one hand caressing his abs and the other holding Baby Knife™. He was looking at him like he couldn't believe he was real, his beautiful brown eyes drinking him in.
"Are you going to stare at me all day? Or...?"
Wade leaned down and kissed him roughly, more teeth than tongue, biting his lips until he tasted copper. When he pulled away from the kiss, he stabbed him in the shoulder. Crazy sonofabitch. Logan chuckled, Wade's Baby Knife™ was buried deep, touching his adamantium plated clavicle.
"Liked that?"
The Merc with the Mouth was smiling manically, eyes burning with lust.
"I would like it better if you fucked me, darlin'."
"Lube, spit or blood?"
"Lube. But I want you to stretch me open on your cock."
"No fingers, angel baby?"
"No fingers, just your cock."
"I said I was going to be rough, but I'm not sure if it's a good idea to..."
"Wade, your knife is in my shoulder and my erection hasn't flagged."
It was true. His cock was as hard as a rock. He might come untouched the moment the tip of Wade's cock breached his hole.
"Are you man enough to fuck me open, bub?"
"Logan."
Wade said his name as a warning. He growled in response, his instincts telling him to fight for dominance while his heart begged him to surrender. When the younger man positioned himself between his legs and nudged the lubed head of his cock against his tight hole, Logan shivered in anticipation. He knew it was going to burn, but he wanted to feel it. He wanted to feel Wade's cock conquering his body, plunging as deep as a knife.
"Do it, motherfucker."
"As you wish, motherfucker."
He pressed his cock in without hesitation, the fat crown catching on the rim for just a moment. He fucking whimpered, it felt so good.
"Please, don't stop... Wade, I need... Fuck... More..."
"I know, angel baby, but this is as deep as I can go. Your little virgin hole is too tight."
"Not a virgin."
"True, but it still feels like I have a tourniquet around my cock. You're definitely not a natural bottom."
"Wade, please."
"I'm going to give you more. Ready?"
"Yeah..."
Wade pushed relentlessly into his body, stretching him open as he went deeper. When he finally bottomed out, they both moaned in pleasure.
"Rough and mean. Can you take it, peanut?"
"I'll take whatever you dish out, bub."
The Merc pulled out slowly, making him feel every inch of his thick cock, and then pushed right back in, fast and hard, stealing his breath away. It hurt so fucking good. His insides were having trouble making room for Wade's fat cock. The stretch felt amazing, but it wasn't enough...
"C'mon, give it to me harder... Give me more... Make me feel it, you gorgeous motherfucker..."
"Don't you want to catch your breath first?"
Wade was playing with his chest, scratching his pecs, pinching his nipples, a mocking smile on his handsome face. He unsheathed his blades menacingly and the younger man laughed in delight.
"Oh, silly honey badger, that doesn't scare me."
He gave a little peck to the tip of one of Logan's adamantium blades and then started fucking him harder than anyone had ever done before. The world narrowed down to the feel of Wade's cock driving into him, hitting his prostate again and again and again, every lump and every ridge intensifying his pleasure. The only sounds falling from his lips were moans, he couldn't form coherent words anymore. He knew he looked like a slut, mouth opened, tongue lolling out, drool trailing down his mutton chops. But he couldn't care less. Not when Wade was looking at him like he wanted to devour him, despite already being balls deep inside him.
"You're the hottest Wolverine in all of the Multiverse. Cavillrine has nothing on you."
Unlike him, Wade wasn't out of breath. He was completely in control. His thrusts never faltered, the pace steady but brutal. Logan was on the verge of coming untouched, but something was missing...
"What's wrong, angel baby? You made a cute sound of distress. Want me to stop?"
He tried to answer but all that came out of his throat was a primal growl, lips curling in a snarl.
"You don't want me to stop. Roger that. So I guess you're close and you need a helping hand, right? Don't worry, I've got you."
Logan thought he was going to touch his cock, but, instead, Wade grabbed the knife's handle and pulled it out of his shoulder. Only to stab him in the thigh.
"Baby Knife™!"
The playful tone reminded him of what had happened in the Honda Odyssey. He remembered how viciously Wade had fought him, going toe to toe with him in a way that had made him feel alive for the first time in a long time. The memory triggered a powerful orgasm, his cock shooting cum so far it hit his lips and his nose.
"Let me clean that up."
Wade leaned down and licked him clean, humming like he was eating dessert. Nasty motherfucker. Logan planted a kiss on him, sucking his tongue so he could taste himself on Wade's mouth. It seemed he was as nasty as the Merc.
"I don't know why I bothered cleaning you up when I'm going to get you dirty all over again."
He twisted the knife, making fresh blood spurt from his thigh, and then finally wrapped his hand around his cock.
"I'm going to make you come until your balls are dry."
"Wade..."
"Yes, honey?"
The endearment made his cock twitch. Wade had never called him that before.
"Are you blushing, honey?"
It was silly how such a common term of affection could turn him into mush. Pathetic.
"Oh, honey, you're adorable."
The gentle tone contrasted with the rough way he was fucking him. Wade hadn't stopped once, he kept going and going as if he wanted to go on forever. He wished his hole was sore and puffy for days, but unfortunately, his healing factor prevented that.
"Shut up and kiss me, you sonofabitch."
Wade chuckled good-naturedly and then obliged him. When he pulled away from the kiss, he twisted his wrist on the up stroke, making his cock dribble pre-cum.
"I'll have to buy a new pull out couch before Blind Al comes back from Las Vegas because we've ruined this one with blood and cum."
"It isn't ruined enough. It needs more."
"More what? Blood? Cum?"
"Both."
"You greedy little slut..."
But he said it with fondness.
"I love you."
"And I love you, Wade."
"Enough of this sappy shit. We have a pull out couch to ruin."
Fucking jokes. If Logan wasn't already in love with Wade, he would have fallen in love all over again.