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Wade wasn’t sure how the arrangement started- well that’s not completely true.

Too many moments of rolling on the fold out couch after a long mission- and boners grazing someone’s leg leading to some awkward sputtering from one and flirty jokes from the other.

At first Logan would groan in irritation and begrudgingly snatch up a pillow, finding a comfy enough spot upon the floor- where Mary Puppins curled up by his side and slept.

But eventually he stayed upon the bed, even leaning in even closer to Wade when their staffs rose to half mast. Soon this friction evolved into light dry humping- then hands slinking into pants- then one night when blind Al visited some bingo buddies- a rather pent up Logan offered the deal to a very ecstatic Wade.

[To be fair- who wouldn’t fuck Hugh Jackman- you little weirdos understand- that’s why you’re reading this.]

After a month of becoming rather well acquainted with each other, with Wade letting Logan set the pace since he seemed to be the less experienced one, the two had come to a point where kinks had started to be introduced. Nothing too far- simple things at first, like the first thing Logan let slip; he was rather fond of praise. So Wade was very welcome to praising him the next time the two found themselves intertwining.

[Intertwining? Jesus. We were boning, to be exact, he was sucking my dick.]

Then Wade “accidently” let his own kinks spill- his love of pet names- if his use of very creative ones wasn’t obvious. His enjoyment of restraints- even mentioning the many times he’s cut his arms off to free himself.

Which earns a hearty chuckle from the older man- and earns a hard on from the other.

And the cycle continued- new kinks being discovered and mentioned leading to them trying it. Despite how much they fucked- and the decent aftercare. Most of the playful banter shared on the stained pull out couch- stayed on the pull out couch.

Until one day.

It occurred after wrangling up a rather beefy Deadpool variant- keeping both of them on their feet. Of course a few quips leave Deadpool's mouth- would be strange if he didn’t.

But one comment seems to fluster the big brave claw wielder.

After Logan had run up to the variant- getting a good slash on him after pouncing from his feet and hands, before turning back and pinning him down with his claws.

Deadpool slips out this:

"Look at my pet! That's my big boy, yes you are."

It was meant to be playful- teasing him for his rather animalistic approach to fighting- An aspect Wade found…rather interesting.

[Hot- it was hot.]

But his usual jesting words seem to arise something- something so strange the winged mask looked back at the man in the red suit with a surprised look- it was almost…flustered looking? It leaves Logan stunned- stunned enough he doesn’t notice a blade stabbing his side. The variant had gotten ahold of their baby knife- as most deadpool’s would affectionately call it, and attempted an escape.

Wolverine shakes his head, hissing at the wound but twists his claws and forces them further up into this variant's rib cage- another playful quip pooling from their mouth along with the blood.

Logan calls for his partner to bring the TVA cuffs they had been issued and cuff this ‘fucking idiot’. The man, puzzled upon what reaction he’d received from the usually stone-faced mutant, slowly brings the cuffs over and places them over to the variant.

He slides the cuffs on and taps away upon the buttons- sending the variant to the TVA where they would be detained and [ blah blah blah. The worse version of me is gone- you don’t have to explain it. Get back to the important stuff.]

Peanut, one of the many nicknames given to Logan by Deadpool, pulls the tem pad from his pocket and checks that their job was successful- soon issuing a delighted ding to signify a job well done.

After such a fight, the two usually enjoyed a nice meal from a nearby shop- most of the time receiving a free meal for ‘defeating the threat’, much to the delight of the ravenous men. But Logan brushes off a meal and instead opting to just head home.

Now this usually meant 1 of 2 things:

1.Logan wasn’t feeling good- mental battles and such. As much as his body could bounce back- his mind was not given that luxury.

Or

2. a new option that had become available this past month was letting the ill-tempered man fuck the rage out.

Sometimes both could be true at the same time- but usually it was one or the other. One way he could tell the difference is if the mask came off. If he was sexually frustrated it stayed stuck on his head till clothes absolutely needed to come off. And by the way he saw the winged mask secured on his head- he was sure he was in for a treat if he followed. As much as the hotdog stand looked appetizing- he was way more interested in another type of sausage.

[That was a cheap shot- but I like it.]

The walk was rather quick- like a dog dragging its owner on a leash. Logan was trampling anything in his path, a very clear goal in mind and one he would not be pulled from. Wade was smiling under his mask, signing away to whatever imaginary camera he could to signal they were gonna fuck- only stopping as they turned to enter the apartment building and knowing Peanut would not take too kindly to his very public display of what they would be doing.

Entering the apartment, Wolverine almost immediately enters the bathroom- locking the door to signify Wade was not welcome inside. Which for them was a need since on occasion the two would shower together and an unlocked door always meant an open invitation inside.

Knowing he wasn’t going to be getting any action then, Wade heads to the kitchen to find something to eat. Rummaging among the leftovers in the fridge he pulls out some apple pie Blind Al had come home with the other night. She may be snorting lines with her retirement buddies but whoevers grandma she meets with, cooks some mean dishes and is worth the price she spends on the ‘Devil's dandruff’.

With his fork already sinking into the pie, he pushes his mask up as he leans against the counter and he scoops large mouthfuls inside as the sweetness infiltrates his taste buds. For a few minutes he just enjoys the amazing pie, delighting in its flavor that only seemed to get better with time marinating in the fridge.

A loud thud of the bathroom door opening follows after a while and the now unmasked man- now stripped to his white tank top and some black shorts appears. A word is not exchanged between the two as they seemed to commune to the kitchen- Logan leaning opposite of Wade as his eyes were fixed to the ground- putting up some crossed arms to put a barrier between the two.

“Are you just gonna stand there like a beat puppy?” Wade mutters as he looks at the man in front of him, expecting a growl or groan or something angry. But no, he gets to see the man, the myth, the legend himself- get flustered and attempt to hide his face with a glance to the floor.

An intrigue quickly envelops Wade and he shuffles to place the leftovers in the fridge so he could get to the bottom of what was happening.

“Now when does the big bad wolvie get flustered?” Wade teases as the container is secured in the fridge- his approach toward the man soon following.
“Shut up…” Logan finally grumbles out, but even the slightest amount of eye contact forces him to look away.

“It was something I said- cause you came out of that bathroom all grumbly and angsty like some depressed teen and now here you are too embarrassed to look at me. Was it me calling you a beat puppy- got a thing for animal cruelty?” Deadpool questions but is quickly hit with an annoyed stare.

“No…But I think I’ve figured out some new things I may like…that don’t involve animal cruelty.”

It definitely didn’t take a million Deadpools to pull together the evidence and context clues, almost cheering as he looked at a shocked Logan.

[I’ve been waiting- for like so long for this- AND I FINALLY GET IT]

“Who’s a good puppy?” Wade speaks as the mask is fully peeled from his head and is set upon the counter and these words almost instantly earn a blush as Logan meets the other’s gaze, a signal he was spot on.

“I knew it! Fuck I’ve been waiting since you got on all fours for the bald woman who fingered you- I even bought stuff for it but I was waiting for you to bring it up.” Deadpool wanders over to the couch, leaning down and rummaging under it for a long while before pulling out a shoebox of items. For a moment Wolverine seems surprised but then it seems to dawn on him who he is working with and he settles into a calmer demeanor as the box is brought over for him to open.

Opening it up a plethora of things lay within, most notably very bright neon pink cat ears and a butt plug tail- something that is immediately tossed from the box and makes deadpool sigh and nod.

“Yeah that was a hit or miss- should’ve known pink was definitely not your color. Maybe like a dark brown?” Another jest which gets him another annoyed stare.

“I barely tolerate your dick in my ass- you think I’m gonna shove something like that in me. Keep dreaming, bub.” Logan hissed as he looked to the other objects inside- though some of his selections were questionable, some of these genuinely were well crafted items…and were customized.

A dark blue leather collar with a gold bone charm hanging off of it, his name engraved into the shiny metal- and the matching leash made him look at the excited man in confusion.

“How long have you had these for?” Logan questions and Wade smiles but simply shakes his head.

“You don’t wanna know.” The mischievous man finally answers as he picks the discarded items off the floor and tosses them into the trash.

Looking back into the box he sees a few more matching bondage items- a bone shaped gag, fuzzy leather cuffs, and a paddle shaped as a paw. Being slightly overwhelmed by the items he sets the stuff upon the pull out couch, turning away and thinking upon all he saw.

“Remember…this is at your pace,Peanut…” Wilson reminds as he appears at Logan’s side and places a hand upon his shoulder. As excited as he was to explore this new kink- he still understood it might be all too much for his ‘friend’ at the moment- and perhaps rain checking it would be best.

“C-call me the other thing…” It almost shocked Wade the way the man stammered, it was unnatural to hear it. But he was excited by the words.

“What? What do you wanna be called?” Wade teases as he pokes the man’s side, that well sculpted body begging to have his hands all over it.

“I-i…..Puppy..” Wolverine grunts out after a while, his brow furrowing as his hand reaches into the box- pulling out the collar and holding it in between his hands.

[I am so hard.]

“Right. Puppy. Now does Puppy want to do this now or some other day?” Offering a hand, Wade gestures for the collar. Almost instantly the leather is placed into his hand by Logan, a desperate noise sputtering from lips as he speaks.

“Now…Please -...don’t make me wait…”

Being a good pet owner- he places the collar upon his pet’s neck just in case they decide to wander off, making sure to leave a lingering touch against his skin.

Logan’s eyes shutter close as those clothed hands wander along his shoulder, dipping low to trace along his sides until he reaches the man’s hips. It only takes a gentle tap of his hips that the pet leans back into the man behind him, a similar trick used previously upon him.

“Lay on your back for me, Puppy.” The usually joking man whispered into the older man’s ear- kissing upon the ear after he said the words.

[As fun as it would be to joke about this- I know as soon as I do kitty claws here would pull away. So to keep him desperately wrapped around my finger, I need to take this atleast somewhat seriously.]

Like any good animal, Logan obeys as his eyes seem to have a haze over them as he lays upon the bed- a light smirk as he looks at the man still in the suit in front of him.

From this angle, a very clear boner is visible in both of their pants- seems they both are enjoying it.

Suddenly the sound of claws against the ground makes Deadpool cover his crotch as Mary Puppins round the corner to see them.

“Don’t look my sweet baby-” Deadpool whispers as he picks up the dog and takes her to Blind Al’s room and places her upon the bed- he knows he will be killed for letting her up there but it’s not like she’ll actually see her on it. She quickly curls up in the old knitted blankets, finding a nice spot to rest.

“Papa is just going to go lay some pipe real quick- you be your perfect angel self in here.” He quickly blows a quick kiss to the pooch before returning to a now more exposed Logan- his shirt having been stripped off and down to his boxers- which showed that pitched tent more clearly.

If he wasn’t full sailing before, he surely was now staring at that body of an ancient sculpture that was surely a depiction of the gods- his abs shining so brightly under the light he was sure the comical gleaming was gonna blind even Al if she saw.

[The perks of being Marvel Jesus is being able to lather up those beautiful abs without lifting a finger]

Wade’s hand leans down, stroking over the oily chest of the submissive man as his other hand roamed in the box- pulling the leash out as he leaned over the other

“Good boy, all nice and nearly naked…” Wade whispers as his hands move up to the collar and clicks the leash into place. With a gentle tug their lips meet, though Logan usually wasn’t one for kissing- some part of him was needing this, perhaps to shut up Wade from making anymore comments that were leaving him weak in the knees.

As their lips moved against another, a light hum left Wade’s lips as he felt a rogue hand reaching up and tugging the hem of his red suit- the motion a beg in itself. How wonderful it felt to have such a stone cold man begging him to get naked so they could fuck- he wished he could savor the feeling. Perhaps store it in a jar or something to keep forever.

[I do have a Wolverine action figure in a jar-...If you know you know]

Pulling out of the kiss and looking down at the embarrassed man below him, who groans and refuses to look up at him, his submissive actions being the death of him, Wade smiles and slaps the man’s pec.

“Come on Puppy- tell me what you want~” Deadpool’s voice lingers in the other’s ear as Wade’s hand playfully squeezes that greasy chest- a honking noise being made as he does so.

“Bub...i-i can’t do it looking at you-” Logan grumbles as his fingers grip tighter to the fabric in his grasp.

“Then roll over, little doggy.” Wade says as he leans forward and moves the collar so it will have enough room for the other to move.

Almost as soon as the command is given, the mutant rolls upon his stomach and pushes back against Wade- his new position giving him a bit more confidence to be submissive. With a delighted noise, Wade almost instantly grinds against the new friction presented to him.

“Now- lose the clothes before I go to the bathroom and take care of the problem myself…” Logan growls out as he feels a tug on his collar, forcing his head to look up at the wall and a light pat is placed upon his ass.

“Easy pup- So impatient…I’ll fuck you in due time.” The suit begins to be stripped away while the leash is still held tightly in his hand- transitioning between his hands to seamlessly allow his clothes to be stripped down while keeping the mutt under control.

Kicking the suit off from his legs, leaving him completely naked [it easier to just go commando in the suit anyway], he leans into the side of the couch where they had a habit of stuffing the lube down since it was just always convenient. Finicking around- past some rogue empty condom wrappers- small empty tubes of lube- and even an empty can of whip cream that got lost during one of their rendezvous.

[I bet you sick fucks wanna hear about that- but you only get one smut at a time]

Finally his fingers make contact with a half empty bottle and frees it from the cushions, teasing the tube with a light squeeze and exclaimed excitedly. The bottle is soon deployed upon what Wade called, ‘Littlepool’- which Logan always hated when he called it that.

Once he got a good amount upon his cock, he used his one hand to lather in the lube, making sure he was slick enough for the occasion. Much to the annoyance of an impatient Peanut, who yanked his head to the side- pulling the leash with him.

“Easy Wolvie- I’m getting to the good part- Shit, you’re worse than Booktok freaks…” Deadpool mumbled.

“What-?” Logan offers but is quickly silenced as the leash is tugged and Wade’s naked body lays over top of his- getting nice and close to his ears as he utters:

“Last I checked- dogs don’t talk.”
What would have looked like annoyance on the outside for anyone else- Deadpool knew the comment had done something arousing for the man. Soon a pitiful whine leaves the Wolverine’s lips and is gifted with a kiss to his neck for his cooperation.

Knowing that the other was waiting long enough, he pulls those boxers down as he sits up, gazing upon another shiny sight. He had already been prepped with some spit- perhaps pondering on his thoughts wasn’t the only thing he did in that bathroom.

“Oh you're a tease- you've already got yourself all ready. That’s why you’ve been so pushy.” A growl exits the mutant’s lips as he glanced over his shoulder at the other. But his vision is quickly fixed back on the wall as he feels two fingers gently slide inside himself, the lube transferring to the new surface as they tantalize Logan.

Soon two became three and another whine echoed from the pet’s lips, begging for more- no, needing more of it.

His fingers arched and curled, their smooth movements an indicator the other was successfully lubed up with the actual stuff and not just spit. Even Littlepool was getting impatient, so he reaped his fingers from their adventure and got into position.

A steady grip upon the leash in one hand and his cock in the other, Wade teases the man’s entrance with his tip- a whimper flowing past Wolvie’s lips.

Almost as satisfying as peeling off a sticker perfectly, Wade smoothly pushed himself inside Logan, the older man’s body tensing in return and tensing. Even if they had done it a million times- Logan always seemed surprised by the feeling of being penetrated.

It didn’t take long for the two to adjust to the new feelings, being inside someone wasn’t new for Wade- and Wade being balls deep inside him wasn’t foreign to Logan.

Deadpool adjusts his position, assuring a good angle before he begins to thrust inside the other and almost instantly Wolvie shifts up from laying down and pulls a pillow to cling to. The thrusts weren’t painful, but he needed something to bite into as the urges surged through him along with pleasure. Logan thought of maybe grabbing the bone gag- but it felt too tough in his hand, right now he needed the softness of a pillow.

Skin slapping singed skin filled the room along with muffled grunts and ecstatic moans- a steady pace established that both seemed pleased by. After a few moments of this pace, the silence is broken by something other moaning or slapping.

“Good boy, puppy…So well behaved…” Wade utters in between his thrusts, even messing himself up as he has to return to the pace he just had.

The words ignited something, which caused Logan to let out a soft howl as his fingers clinged to the pillow- his claws piercing skin just a little bit as the warmth in Logan’s stomach began to grow more noticeable.

It seemed Wade too was beginning to feel his climax coming near, his thrusts becoming quicker and inconsistent.

A few more messy thrusts, followed by a few more howls Wade leans forward and rests upon Logan’s back as the inevitable was soon to come. One more fast deep thrust as he cums inside the man below him, his pace slowing down but not stopping as he rides the high. Wolvie on the other hand was still climbing, his claws still barely peaking as his nails ripped at the soft fabric of the pillow.

It doesn’t take long for Logan to finish into the sheets, his claws finally reaching full length as he shreds the pillow he held. He doesn’t take any time to think on that- riding his own high by humping the mattress below him- and Wade didn’t mind the extra friction he felt from it.

Usually they would go for another round or two but Logan quickly made the comment, “Get out of me…”, and Wade knew better then to not obey as he slid out of the other and left a rather sticky trail in his wake. He also releases the leash from his grasp as he looks around for something to cover himself with.

Deadpool thought perhaps he was going to get up and go shower- only to be blind sided by watching Logan pull his boxers up and roll onto his back, then make a gesture to the other to lay down with him.

“Bub, come lay with me.” Wade being shocked was an understatement- not like they hadn’t cuddled before, but it was always initiated by Wade after sex- and usually met with a no. So he was more than happy to crawl in the messy sheets to lay next to the other, becoming a little spoon as he felt that oily body press against his back.

His eyes close as he feels some covers being dragged over both of their bodies before the feeling of Logan’s face resting upon his shoulder, that beard lightly tickling him, washes him in a comforting feeling he didn’t want to escape. Akin to the feeling of resting in the softest bed in the world and nothing in the world could stir you from it.

____

Wade wasn’t sure when he fell asleep, maybe when he could hear Logan’s steady breathing being the only thing he could hear in one ear- like an all natural lullaby he could listen to for hours.

[That’s a totally platonic thing to say about your best bud.]
But he did know he was being awoken by something wet- a tongue licking upon his face as he heard idle chatter in the kitchen.

“Mary…Get out of papa’s face…” Wade whispered as he attempted to roll away from the licking attack.

“That wasn’t her-” Logan’s voice spoke surprisingly close to Wade’s face and he opened his eyes to see- and it was in fact not Mary Puppins- but Logan with a devilish smirk upon his face.

Wade almost says something but notices Blind Al having a one sided conversation with Dogpool in the kitchen, fixing up some of whatever Al was eating into the dog’s bowl to let her try some. Even if he was normally flirty- he didn’t want to expose their little secret in front of Al- even if he had done much worse in her presence- Logan probably would never let him near his ass again.

Wade was so focused on the two in the kitchen he didn’t notice Logan moving to grab something off the table and bringing it over. It was the pie he had started eating before he got just a little distracted.

“Here- I thought you might be hungry since you didn’t get to finish it earlier-” A glint catches Deadpool’s vision and the collar still ever present on Wolverine’s neck makes him smile- a rather cheeky one at that.

“Good boy.” Wade whispers and he can see a blush flush across the other’s face, his hand picking up the fork and finally finishing the pie- satisfying his gut after finally satisfying his most prized desire.

As he finished the food, Logan returns from chatting with Al to take the container- leaning down and leaving Wade breathless and erect with just a few words.

“Next time- puppy fucks you.”

Chapter Text

It had been a week since the previous incident.

The two had been playfully exchanging banter about it outside of the ‘bed’, if that’s even what that thing could be called at this point. It had become so torn and beaten by their senseless- and somewhat aggressive escapades and covered in an amalgamation of fluids- some from previous tenants- that it became even too filthy for deadpool to fuck on.

[That’s saying a lot too- I’ve done plenty over some fresh corpses- and even over some not fresh ones.]

With the sexual tension becoming more strangling by the day-the need for a new pull-out became evident and since they were the main occupants of this bed, it made sense they both went into “civilian” life to go find one that was good enough for both sleeping and all the tussling that happened in the sheets.

The TVA had been providing them with some funds- they had begun working with them after all and a part of their agreement was that their apartment would be paid monthly- and they would be paid per variant they redirected to their care.

After corralling a few variants that decided to make themselves present- they acquired some funds that made it possible to go shopping for a new couch- one that they didn’t pick up from outside a fraternity and possibly had a few crimes committed on it-...and with Al’s insistence to get a couch that didn’t smell like a ‘Rotting Zombie Orgy’ happened on it, they went looking for one only slightly used.

So when they both seemed to be free- no Variants popping up on any radars- they head to a furniture shop in their civilian clothes- Wade wearing a hoodie since he’d rather not get caught furniture shopping. Logan on the other hand was in his usual get up of a leather jacket, a dirty wife- beater top, and a pair of jeans held up with a dark brown belt.

Much to the dismay of Wade- he was lacking the collar he had been wearing most of the time around the house. When it was just them and Al- he didn’t care to take it off…like at some point it was more of a comfort thing then a sexual one. But it did leave a slight mark where the metal touched his skin-- which only Deadpool was aware of the cause and he was much too quick to tease him about it whenever given the chance. Not like he didn’t do that normally with everything- but the reactions he received were usually flustered, grumbling out an insult and trying not to mention it again. It was like a treat for him.

[He’s like a shy school girl- instead he’s buff and hairy- and chiseled from marble.]

They walk into the warehouse, passing the front desk as they wander over to the couch section- Peanut focusing on the price tags as Wade seemed more interested in testing the bounciness of the couch and how much shit could be shoved into the cushions. They could take away his rotting couch but not his need for perfect pockets for sex toys and lube.

“Bub, Would you stop bouncing on them- you look like an idiot.” Logan says as he flips through a catalog in his hands- only providing a glance to Wade before looking back to the deals inside.

Wade bounces one more time before leaning back into the cushions- propping his shoes upon the provided ottoman that came with the set.

“Excuse you, I’m making sure this couch can handle your antics-” His eyes fixate on Logan’s neck again, a smile curling his lips upward as horrible thoughts begin to brew and beg to be let out. “- I have to know this can handle such a wild dog like yourself…since you can’t be chained all the time…I’m just being a responsible pet owner.”

The older man glares down at him, that signature blush appearing but refusing to break eye contact- like his normal bashful nature had been washed away and he was looking at a shiny new Wolvie…one who wanted him dead- or wanted him sexually.

[To be fair I confuse those two all the time. And it doesn’t help that I can’t look in his eyes when two perfectly looking pecs beg to be looked at 24/7]

Deadpool was sure Logan would have stabbed him [Or fucked me] right there if a stranger’s voice hadn’t startled them both- a clipboard in their hand as they flipped through an assortment of furniture listings.

“Gentleman- sorry to interrupt, but I noticed you taking an interest in this model- our Playday Beige Sleeper Chaise Sectional- which comes with pop-up storage-” He demonstrates by lifting up one of the cushions and gestures with the clipboard the amount of storage.

“Actually- not what we're looking for-” Wade exclaims as he sits up from his spot and joins Logan’s side- a hand landing upon his shoulder which caught a stare from the mutant.

“Me and my friend here are looking for a pull out- that is like an actual mattress and not whatever this is- it isn’t comfortable-” Wade says and the worker fumbles through their papers labeling all of their selection and begins mumbling something to themselves.

“Well I can take you to them right now- my name is Kyle by the way. If you buy something after I showcase it to you then you can do a survey and rate me-” The stranger is silenced by a finger being pressed against their lips as Wade makes a shushing noises- like he was trying to silence a crying child.

“I don’t give a shit if you’re name was motherfucking Fartbuckle the goblin [May he live on]- you’d be a hell of a lot more interesting if it was but you’re not- And we will not be doing any survey- just show us where the fucking pull-outs are.” The words earn a chuckle from Logan who looks at the worker with the same annoyance.

“Come on man…I’m new…It’s just a part of the script my boss gives us- I have to say it-” The worker then begins to usher them over to the pull out couches with a mattress, a frown upon his face.

“Author should have given you better dialogue then.” Wilson says and earns a strange look from Peanut.

“What?” Logan and the Author both question.

[To meta- bring it back- sorry.]

Thank you…Anyway-

As they are brought over to the array of couches, Wade is quick to begin bouncing upon them- making thrusting motions in the air as he listens for each creak. Logan, much to the embarrassment of his ‘friend’ looks to the worker- mumbling something about his knack for strippers.

Annoyed, Wade looks to the two standing their and asks a very simple question:

“Are these couches pet friendly? I have a fairly big puppy who likes to bite and scratch…he’s got a lot of hair too…just wanna know if any of these beds could handle something like that.

The worker innocently looks at their clipboard trying to find an answer to his question, while the mutant next to him grumbles as that flustered glare returns. His fist balling, like he was ready to unsheathe his claws and treat Wade like his own personal scratching post- Deadpool is unsure if he should be finding that as hot as he does.

[As long as he is shirtless while doing it will be a good death- and heck why not throw in a lil baby oil- just really get those hawaiian rolls shining]

Lingering on the thought- another horrible idea begins to plow through his thoughts- maybe it was the lack of impulse control or his lack of leaving well enough alone.

“I also got a big kitty at home- he’s a pretty bad cat…likes to scratch and tear up pillows…never was good on leash…” If Logan wasn’t blushing before- he surely was now. His normal bashful reaction still not showing though- but a hand does reach up and tries to scratch away the blood rushing to his face. A delighted smile appeared on Deadpool’s face as he watched the other shift his legs uncomfortably, attempting to stifle an aching semi-chub that wanted to breathe the sweet air. Guess he found another pet name to call him.

“Oh yes! We have some pet friendly fabrics- here let me show you fellas some-” The worker is quick on their feet, dashing over to the couches which fit the pet friendly criteria, while an amused Wade follows after- and like a lost puppy, Logan follows swiftly behind his friend.

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The process took awhile- Wade doing all of the talking after that moment as Logan seemed lost in his own world. It didn’t take long before Wade worried he’d been messing with the other too much- as much as Deadpool didn’t mind getting horny in public- Logan was the opposite. Worrying he may have crossed a boundary, as soon as they secured a couch they wanted, found a date to have it delivered and set up, and headed back on their walk home- he spoke up when it was just the two of them.

“Did I cross a line? I know you said it stayed in the apartment…but we’ve both been saying things to each other about it outside. I just thought it was okay-” As much as Wade was all for sexualizing anything that had a heartbeat- and even some who didn’t- he still was a considerate partner…going at a steady pace both were okay with was important for two people in any relationship.[Even two friends who explored each other’s bodies] He’d crossed plenty boundaries before- with many consequences for his intrusions- mostly involving his spine being broken or limbs torn off. But this was one of the few times he wished to take back what he had said.

Logan didn’t respond for a moment, their pace in sync as each step felt like a mile to Wade- but he speaks up as they round a corner, their apartment only a block away now.

“You didn’t, bub. I promise.” The assurance felt like a weight lifted off his chest- his lungs deflating as he exhaled the breath he hadn’t realized had been trapped inside.

“I just have an idea on how we could give that couch a good send-off and you gave me the idea…I plan to make good on that promise I made.” Logan whispers as he glances at the hooded man, a smirk upon his face. Now the roles had been reversed, with Wade flustered pumping an excited fist in the air.

[I'M READY FOR POUNDTOWN BABY]

Wade wasted no more time, racing to the apartment building to get inside so he could get a certain man inside him. Al was out again- this time with Mary puppins as the two had been impossible to separate- mainly since Dogpool had become a pseudo guide dog- one with the same addiction to cocaine as Al. Match made in heaven.

Having outran the Wolverine, who’s pace was the same steady walking they had left the furniture store with, he makes his way into the apartment and goes on a search for the collar and the box- knowing it would be in use soon.

As he searches for the items, he hears feet rushing up the steps from the hallway- and soon enough he sees Logan standing in the doorway. Sweat pooled upon his forehead as he panted, his eyes staring intently at Wade as the door was shut behind him. Since Wade ran ahead of the other it only made sense Logan ran to catch up, but the way flecks of dirt fell from his hand- it was quite obvious he had used his claws on all fours to chase after.

The thought of being fucked by him gave him a rush- but knowing he was on all fours chasing him- like he was prey- he was sure he already emptied his load right there on the spot.

A glint in those eyes- eyes that stared Deadpool up and down- it felt like his looks alone were peeling each fabric of clothing off of him and bending him over the couch- each inch they scoured being another inch deeper- [Skip the metaphorical fucking- let’s get to the actual thing].

“Jesus if your going to eye fuck me just come over here and do the real thing already you dirty dog~” Wade teases, as he finally finds the box. Opening it up he finds the collar and whistles his pet over- and like the obedient dog he is Logan listens, arriving in front of the man with his eyes still trying to unclothe him.

Working the clasp open he fixes it around the man’s neck, purposely pulling it tight to see the other’s reaction- but Logan seemed unfazed, his sole focus trained upon Wade- it was frightening as it was arousing how fixated he was.

As much as Wade wanted to gain control of the situation- he couldn’t get it- not when Logan was stone walling him, his own plan in mind and Wade was just going to have to be the helpless prey this predator was wanting.

Logan’s hands reach forward, gripping tightly against Deadpool’s sides- his grip almost that of a bear trap as he felt those nails pierce his skin, earning a satisfying hiss from Wade.

“What are you trying to do, Puppy…or is it Kitty now?” Wade asks, and Logan surely delivers:

“Every comment you made in that store- how you smugly smiled and egged me on…” The sound of metal slicing the air interrupts his words as the blade is brought up- gently stroking the hooded man’s chin. “- I almost fucked you then and there-”

[Close enough- fucking- fighting- one in the same really]

‘-I wanted you so bad…I could barely contain myself. Like I was an animal…And since you tortured me…leaving me frustrated and in need…i’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

If it wasn’t very likely to change Logan’s mind- he would have thrown his hands in the air and screamed thank you to himself, Marvel Jesus of course, for making this happen. But he just stares at the other, an excited smile as his own hands hang on the man’s collar.

“You didn’t need to say all that to get me wet- I’m already soaked and ready to be fucked.” Wade spills from his lips as his hand travels up under that rather useless shirt- his mangled fingertips gently circling the older man’s stomach- rubbing his pup’s belly.

As his claws retract, leaving a scratch that quickly heals on Wade’s chin, Logan leans over and picks up the leather arm straps and the leash- pulling them close so they would be easier to reach as they got more distracted with each other.

“Strip- get on the couch, prop your elbows on the side, and get on your knees too.”

Wade is quick to follow the commands, his clothes disappearing like he was some sort of magician- and Logan’s words were the magical kind.

[Alone in a room with a horny animalistic Hugh Jackman- who promises he’s going to fuck my brains out- you’re damn right these clothes are coming- and they ain’t coming back on till he’s 90]

Finally propping himself upon the couch's arm rest, looking up to a devilishly handsome Wolvie- who from this angle was going to make him coat the room white- Wade flashes a smile as he smacks his own ass.

“Aren’t you going to get to it?” Wilson questions and earns an elated huff from the towering man.

The leather jacket slips from his shoulders, slowly falling off as he continues to strip in front of the other. Painfully slow movements as Wade aches to stroke himself- but each time he looks at Logan's face he gives a look that says, ‘Not yet’. After what felt like 15 minutes but was probably only two- Logan is as naked as Wade- and Wade is sure happy with what he is face to face with.

[It’s like an Anaconda- guess that means I’m the snake charmer]

Logan approaches closer, his cock rock hard and pressed against Wade’s cheek before its guided with that Adamantium filled hand, the tip a centimeter away from being pressed against the man’s lips.

“I’m going to be rough- you alright with that, bub?” Logan inquires.

“Sweetums…you be as rough with me as you want…I want it all [more than Dr.disrespect wants to be famous again]..” Wade responds, fluttering his lashes like he is some pretty girl up at his pet.

With no further questions, Logan presses his tip against his lips- and they are quickly accepted inside. Pushing deeper until the sensation of ramming into the back of his throat makes him groan excitedly. Unlike before- with that set pace- Logan started fast and sloppy. Uneven thrusts out just to slam his cock right back in and it was hard to tell who was more excited by it- Wade who was gagging and sucking the dick playing tag with the back of his throat or Logan who was actually getting his dick sucked.

Wolvie’s hands find their way to the back of Deadpool’s head, using them to somewhat guide his erratic thrusts as he growls- like literally growling.

His fingers pulse as they rest upon Wade’s skull, each rush of sensation bringing him closer and closer to his climax- he’d been so desperately holding back in the store that it was all built up and there was only so much he could take.

Adjusting where his hands rested, assuring when his claws sprung free it would slash Wade when they did so- he thrusted one last time into his throat. He forced Wade’s face up against his happy trail, though Wade surely had no complaints, and assures he came in the back of the man’s throat. The piercing sound of his metal claws unsheathing as he climaxed made him glance at his claws- making sure he positioned them right while Wade was happily inhaling the scent of heaven.

Logan keeps himself buried in the other’s mouth, riding his high as he enjoys the hot warmth that the place provides. Once he is done and the high wears off, he slowly draws his hips back- watching the trail of drool connected to his cock as it slips from his mouth.

“You tryna breed my mouth, pup?” Wade questioned as he panted- not minding being breathless as it was for a good cause.

Logan chuckles- he didn’t really think about it that way…but perhaps he was.

“I’m gonna breed all of your holes…” Wolverine teases as he uses his thumb to wipe some of the spit pooling from Deadpool’s mouth- bringing it to his mouth and licking it up with his thumb slowly.

Wade hadn’t seen this side of Logan, they usually fucked- maybe a funny quip from Deadpool but nothing like this before. It's like this discovery of this kink unleashed a primal and flirty part of Wolvie- one he was unabashedly turned on by.

Soon Logan disappears out of view as he climbs onto the couch, positioning himself right behind Wade, a hand resting upon his lower back to signify his presence. Not like Wade couldn’t already omnipotently sense him, but it still sent a shiver up his spine at the force used.

“You fine with me going rough-“ Logan tries to question but Deadpool quickly interrupts.

“I’m going to kill you if you don’t fuck me-“ Wade hissed and Wolvie let out a hearty laugh, patting his back like he was trying to ease an unruly animal.

Wade was quite the masochist- he didn’t like prep and it’s not like was necessary with the healing factor and such- unless he wanted something passionate and tender maybe… but the only thing passionate here is how passionately Wade wants to be fucked into the sofa till he can’t remember his name.

Suddenly Logan’s body blankets over Wade’s- the jingle of the leash and straps being pulled close. At the sight of the straps Wade almost immediately offered up his hands- he was desperate and it was no secret. Quickly the straps are nestled upon those needy wrists- the end of leash soon placed in his hands. The only thing that can be heard behind him is the sound of the leash being connected to the collar, a sign that lets him know he was free to pull on the leather in his hand if he wants.

With no warning- and no prep by request- the mutant pushed inside the man below him- the spit lathering his dick allows it to ease the tight space he is entering.

With their heads so close to each other- they could hear each small noise erupting from their mouths- like Logan grunting and Wade hissing at the abrupt pain soon followed by pleasureful breaths.

Logan wastes no time, one arm securing around Wade’s waist to keep himself inside if his thrusts went too far back- and his other hand reaching under and grabbing hold of Wade’s aching boner- the touch alone causing precum to dribble over the mutant’s hand. Once he was positioned just right- his thrusts began. And these thrusts were rough- no clear pattern other than that the goal was the same as before. Breed his master.

[I just creamed all over the 4th wall]

At the same time as his rough thrusts- his hand abruptly began to stroke the cock it held- using the precum as some lubricant. Wade could barely think as his senses were overwhelmed- his dick stroked and Logan occasionally striking his prostate with his uncalculated thrusts- not to mention the panting and moaning he heard in his ear mixing with his own volatile set of noises.

Deadpool thinks that’s all that will be done- but is quickly corrected as he feels a set of teeth sink into his neck- muffled moans vibrating his skin. The action was shocking, forcing his back to arch slightly in surprise but correcting itself as it seems to mess Logan’s rhythm with him having to readjust his legs.

“I didn’t know you were a biter, puppy…” Wade whimpered futilly as his own abrupt noises interrupted him- even if he wished to speak, he was silenced by Wolvie sinking his teeth deeper in his flesh- which Wade took as a big ‘STFU’.

The abuse of Wilson’s senses all became too much as he felt the warmth brewing in his stomach- having been edged as he sucked the other off it was rather easy to get him to this point.

Wolvie could feel it- as every part of the man under him tensed in his enveloping grasp before his hand became coated in cum. But he was quick to bounce back- his legs wobbled under the weight of the mutant above but said creature quickly supported him and he was back in commission after his high died down.

It took a few more rough thrusts before Wolvie was even close to coming- and his hands moved their way to hold Wade up and avoid stabbing him accidentally- the tips of his blades unsheathing as he grew closer and closer to his peak.

“Come on, Puppy…” Wade begged as he pulled the leash in his restrained hands- forcing Logan out of his neck and putting them face to face.

A mix of panting and moans overflowing from the both of them- a howl soon slipping out as Wolverine’s body tenses up- his last thrust used to strike deep inside of Deadpool before coating his insides with a mix of spit and sperm.

[Do you guys think I will get mpregged? No???...Aw man]

One of Wolvie’s claws stabbed the couch- another reason to get rid of it. And the other sliced the air- and a lil bit of Wade but it heals before Logan can identify where it sliced.

Those fuzzy mutton chops nuzzle into Wade’s neck as Logan seemed to linger inside him even after he’d finished.

“Are you trying to get me pregnant? Hate to be the bearer of bad news but I’m on the pill buster.” Wade jests but shivers as he feels a repetition of licks are scattered along his neck- followed by gentle nibling.

“Wait-...are you cleaning me?” Wade questions as he yanks the leash to get a definitive answer.

“Do you not like it? I’m just being a cat like you called me.” Logan answers.

There is a silence for a moment but Wade quickly shakes his head.

“No- I like it…- keep cleaning me, kitty.”

Logan smiles, a noise adjacent to a purr bellows from his mouth as he rests his face along the spit covered neck before continuing his cleaning.

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Deadpool and Wolverine being silly little goobers 24/7

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These past few days have been rather different for the two- a very playful master/pet dynamic forming even outside of the bed.

One filled with bouts of affection.

It had even become very obvious to the variants they came across- at least once a week someone would be commenting about the weird looks they shared- or the strange hushed whispers they muttered eerily close to each other and then laughing.

Al even confused the two since their scents had become so intermingled- at just a simple pass she would make comments about the wrong man and once she heard their confused grunts- she would realize she had been mistaken.

Al suggested this was because the two were probably sleeping with each other- which Logan always denies [With the collar still on his neck too]- while Wade very openly suggests they do- going into graphic detail with hand gestures and sound effects to demonstrate.

Perhaps the most interesting development- was the simple moments they shared outside of the sexual ones.

One particular moment that has seemed to be on both their minds, was when the new couch had been set to arrive.

An few minutes prior to the arrival, Logan had cleared all the items from the old couch and was finding a place to put them, some of the items making him grimace in disgust as they were slipped into the garbage; while Wade was sitting at the table, counting out the cash to pay the delivery guys when they arrived.

You’d think with his past encounters in strip clubs- and hell even being with one that it would make it easy to count cash- but he would get distracted by something every time and forget his place.

[OKAY THOSE WERE ALL ONES- THESE ARE FIVE DOLLARS BILLS]

His main distraction being Wolvie pacing between the trash and their random collection of shit- an array of items in his hands each time.

“Why were you putting the used condoms in the cushions? That’s fucking gross.” The mutant says as he glares at the man at the table- his mask over his face but the rest of his body wearing civilian clothes- a very tight pink t-shirt with ‘Pink Pony Club’ displayed on it to be exact.

“I get very tired after fucking- and the trash is so far away-” Wade extends his hand to the trash- very dramatically letting it fall as his mask showed an exhausted impression.

“You’re disgusting- and I'm not even gonna ask about the rotting cucumber with a broken condom I found…” Logan hissed out, tossing the disgusting items out with a huff.

Wilson attempts to get back to counting, trying to ignore any more comments from his ‘friend’ but is once again drawn from the task at hand by the feeling of a giant standing behind him.

[Damn you STD’s…]

“Are you stupid? You’ve been counting out 120 dollars for the past hour- it’s not that hard, bub.” Logan says as he leans over the other- easily sliding 24 bills into its own pile.

Wade’s mask shows an annoyed expression as his hand rockets up, two fingers sliding under the collar before it’s yanked down so they’re faces become pressed against each other.

“Not smart to keep this on when they’ll be here any minute, Kitty.” The whisper seems loud in the silent apartment, a glance not shared between the two as Logan responds.

“I was gonna take it off when they knocked…and you don’t seem to have a problem with having a way to yank me around…” The blushing older man utters slowly, his hands reaching up and unbuckling the collar to free himself. With a click it falls into the grasp of deadpool, who stashes it into his short’s pocket as he looks to the now naked looking Logan- it had become such an essential part of his get up, aside from when it was taken off when non-visually impaired company arrived.

Suddenly a knock is set upon the door and Wolverine fixes himself up before walking over to open it. To no one's surprise it was a woman dressed in the furniture company’s uniform, a phone in her hand as she looked into the apartment before looking at the man before her.

She asks a few simple questions, verifying that this was the correct address- and Wolvie responds accordingly, Wade butting in once to correct the name that had been put down. Logan had been lost in his own world when it was ordered, only made sense Wade was the one with his name on the purchase.

When Wade spoke, the woman seemed to gaze upon him with a look of curiosity- perhaps even a blush appearing on her face as this strange man in a mask talked.

[Oooooo- I think I know where this is going]

She returns her gaze to Logan- who had not taken his eyes off her.

“Alright- My buddies are going to come in and remove your old couch and then bring in the boxes with the parts inside- then we’ll get out of your hair.” She assures as she clicks upon her device, possibly sending a message to her coworkers to begin coming upstairs to the apartment.

Wolvie glares back at Wade, an annoyed expression on his face.

“You didn’t pay for the package where they built it-” The mutant hisses as he walks over to the seated man, whose hands were held up in a guilty display.

“What- I thought it would be fun. It’s very romantic too~” Deadpool teases as he rises from his seat approaching the older man just to be stopped by an extended arm pressing against his chest.

Logan then looks to the woman- who seems a bit shocked and says, “We’re not dating-” Quickly clearing up any confusion and she seems to let out a breath of relief.

Though Wade is so tempted to say something- he keeps quiet- it really was surprising how much restraint he held back in moments like these.

Or perhaps what it more clearly should be called, redirection.

Wade turns to the woman- her eyes eager to survey over him at his approach.

“What do you think, beautiful? How about me and you build this couch and go for a test drive?” The man says as the woman shows an embarrassed smile, her hand quickly covering her ever reddening face.

“As lovely as that sounds Mr. Wilson-”

“You can call me Wade-”

“-Wade…I have to get back to work- and your friend is right here too.” Her hands gestured to Wolverine- who held a troubled expression as he looked between the two.

In their agreement, dating other people and flirting was allowed. Well the rules were vague as the two were more interested in other activities at the time. But this flirty interaction seemed to irk Peanut, the way he shifted his arms and looked at the two- like his eyes were desperately trying to push the two apart and perhaps put himself between them.

“Oh little kitty claws over there will be fine- throw an ipad and put the greatest showman on- he’ll be too distracted watching himself to worry about us.” As Wade spoke the rest of the workers came through the door, being pointed to the couch by the woman as she returned to locking eyes with the antihero’s mask.

“Well if it’s not a problem…I could call you later and we could arrange something…” She lets the words leave her mouth, enticing the man to take her up on it.

Deadpool glances over to Wolvie, his eyes not having left the two even after strangers had wandered in and began messing with the furniture- he was fixated on them.

[Jealousy suits him so well-]

Leaning in closer to her, he whispers:

“I would love too…just text the number I gave to your company and we can figure out the rest.”

The woman smiles, playfully patting Wade’s shoulder- her fingers lingering on the spot longer than the man expected them too.

Just as she makes contact with the man, the crew carrying the old couch block Logan’s vision- causing him to realize what he had been doing. Gawking in irritation at something he shouldn’t be feeling strange about.

Fingers trace up past his beard, trying to wipe away the jealousy. But it’s futile as that only seemed to allow it to sink in more.

He’s watched the other flirt and be hit on before- why know does he feel so appalled watching it.

[A little thing called ‘feelings’,sweetums. But don’t worry you’ll keep denying them for a bit longer.]

Logan wanders to the kitchen, occupying himself with finding his whiskey to silence the voice beckoning him to intervene. He needed a distraction- even if his way of getting drunk was just a short buzz that could only linger for a few seconds.

As the crew maneuvers the couch out the door, Wade and the woman come back into view, their hands thankfully to themselves now.

Before Wade could catch Logan’s glance- he was already arm’s deep in a cabinet snaking out his preferred drink of choice and smoothly twisted the lid off with his thumb.

“So do you have a dog?” The woman questions, pointing to the dog bowls set up near the kitchen.

“Yeah-” Wade answers after a second, glancing at Wolvie before completing it and then looking back at the woman. “-A little one and one big one… Little one looks like a beautiful uncircumcised dick that got rolled around in a barber shop- and the big one…well he’s all fluffy and aggressive.”

She seems to laugh a bit too hard at the joke, giving her another excuse to touch him as she gently slapped his chest, commenting on how funny he was.
“Maybe I could meet them? Where are they?” She questions as she bats her eyelashes, an action that makes Wade cringe a bit.

“They are out with my friend, Blind Al...But it’s for the best you don’t meet them…the little one would lick your face right off-...and the big one would probably claw you into pieces…he’s over protective.” Wilson is constantly checking his peripherals, trying to see if Logan is watching- and the overprotective comment seems to draw him from the bottle…but he stays silent.

“I’m sure they’d warm up to me- animals always seem to like me.”

“Yeah totally, Y/N, bet your hair is always in a messy bun too?” Wade says.

“It is my favorite hairstyle.” She mumbles as the crew returns with the boxes, which makes Logan set the bottle down as he follows them to the living room to busy himself with the new task.

The last of the boxes are set upon the floor and the crew begins to file out- Wade passing them their tip of bills as they march along.

“Well, you tell me how being sold to One direction goes- Looks like I got business to attend too-” Deadpool points at the boxes as he slowly exits the conversation.

She flashes one last smile before signaling she will call him.

Then as the last of them leave the door is shut quietly, silence once again returning to the apartment.

The ripping of cardboard rings out as those metal claws had been freed to aid in the box opening process.

“You getting your anger out, puppy?” Wade comments as he approaches the other and is met with a growl and a glare.

Next second, Wade is being rushed by this jealous man, his claws pressing against his chest. They stay inches away from each other for a moment, an annoyed expression soon softening to one of… defeat? Wade was a bit shocked to see it happening- but it broke him a bit to see. As much as he loved to jest, that was still his ‘friend’.

“You even smell like her…” Logan comments as his nose twitched, before returning to the boxes and continuing to unpack.

Deadpool wanders over to one of the other boxes that had its tape seal broken by those claws and begins unpacking it.

They seem to operate in silence, no quips or nothing- well apart from Wade looking to the invisible camera to signal he’d fucked up.

“Are you actually going to bring her here?” Logan asks after almost ten minutes of silent construction.

“Hell no- I gave the company Al’s number…and that bitch never answers texts. So she’ll never get a response back…” And Wade just stares in awe at the reaction he gets.

Logan looked at him, a softer version of his normal resting bitch face- but a small smile curled up at the ends- and the cake topper was the way his hips swayed, mimicking a tail wagging. If he perhaps had a tail it would be slapping everything behind him by the way he moved.

Wade savors the sight- knowing if he actually drew attention to the action Logan would cease doing it.

“Are you still down for romantically assembling a couch?” The man questions the mutant as an item is pulled from his pocket, and the mutant takes a step forward as the collar is reattached to his neck.

“Yeah…” Wolvie whispers, his hips still unknowingly swinging back and forth.

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Maybe it being romantic was a bit of a swing and miss- it was much more frustrating than either anticipated…the instructions being unclear on the amount of screws needed- and some parts of the manual being completely unreadable from a strange stain on it.

It took an hour or 2 for their new bed to get built- but once it was made- Wade made sure he was the first to break it in with his back thumping against the bare mattress while Logan went to grab some bedding they could use.

The entire couch unit- their bed included- was much larger now- offering much more space on the mattress for two fully grown men to sleep…Maybe if they had this setup they would have never struck up their deal.

[What a coincidence…you feel proud of yourself?]

Logan returns to the bed- some semi-clean bedding being lazily tossed over Wade before the mutant begins to straighten out everything.

“That can wait puppy- come on…relax with me…” Like a siren luring a rather tired sailor to his doom, Logan dives into the bed with zero hesitation- laying in the open space next to Wade.

It isn’t long before Logan is scooching his way right up against Wade, a growl bellowing as his face comes close to him- that woman’s scent still faintly lingering on him.

There was only a real solution to the problem- and Logan knew it must be done or he would have no peace.

The bearded man sinks his face deep into that tainted shoulder, rubbing his face against every inch he could reach to stain him with his scent once against. While his face worked its magic his hand roamed over Wade’s chest- pressing harshly like it was some unforgiving stain that needed a lil more grit to get out.

As all this happens, Wade is contently laying upon his side- not bothering Logan as he got the hint that nothing will be done till he is ridded of that woman’s musk- and he was not one to protest against his beloved pet.

Soon the rubbing stops and a light lick is brushed against Deadpool's neck- which he takes as a signal to finally sink his hand into that beautiful mane atop his head, his fingers massaging the older man's scalp as the licks persisted upon his neck. His tongue was soft and gentle, his lips pressing gentle kisses against the scarred skin behind the trail of whiskey smelling saliva.

It was quiet- not silence like before…this was a good kind of quiet- the kind that is only allowed when peace envelops you and there's nothing wringing in your brain. Their soft breathes and the satisfied hum of one happy pup being the only things to be heard.

“I’m not going to replace you…if that’s why you lashed out.”

Wade’s words are met with a hum- no real tone to it as the older man’s body just seems to cling tighter.

“I don’t think anyone else could handle your dumb ass.” Logan whispers as he tilts his head into the fingers dancing upon his scalp.

Wade laughs, actually petting the man’s head.

“Probably not…but no one could handle you either, pup.”

A loud exhale exits Logan as he looks to Wade, his licks stopping and his head unmoving as he just stares for a moment.

“Good thing we got each other then…” Logan returns to his motions, like he simply had said nothing at all- Wade now being the one with a blush upon his face.

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It became very obvious to Wade that lines had become blurred in their situation-ship.

One once formed for mere transactional sex terraforming into a pseudo romantic relationship.

All the two were really missing was actually admitting to it. But Logan still deemed what was going on as still a friend’s with benefits situation- and Wade- well he wasn’t sure how to bring it up without making Logan get defensive- and then pulling fully out of it.

Just the thought made Wade uneasy- even being blown up was better than having this awful feeling invade his body and burrow its way deep into the recesses and every thought.

At least there were a few people who knew they were somewhat dating.

You can only cuddle with your friend so many times half-naked- or fully naked before a certain Blind roommate catches you- well a Blind roommate and the guest they invited in without telling you.

Peter had come by to check in with Wade- seeing how well getting back in the suit has been. He’d also gotten a promotion at the car dealership- and thought it would be fun to take his best friend out with the new money he was bringing in.

But as Al opened the door- greeting Peter and asking if he’d brought anything good- it was too late to stop those beautiful perfect eyes from landing on the two men- both naked and spooning on the couch.

“Wow there-” Peter quickly shields his eyes with his hands- “Could have at least asked them to cover up-” He tries his best to avoid looking- but he is also curious as to why the two were so close to each other in such a way so he took a few harmless peaks.

“I didn’t know they were naked dumb ass.” Al clarifies as she closes the door and her cane clicks upon the ground before she smacks it against the bodies against the couch.

“Wake up!” She snaps and Logan wakes with a growl, but freezes as he spots Peter. In a flash a blanket is snatched from below and pushed over his head- he didn’t really care about being seen naked…but there was something very incriminating dangling from his neck that put him in quite the position if Peter had seen it. As soon as the blanket covered his neck- his hands roughly unclipped it and tossed it into the blanket abyss at his feet.

Wade on the other hand- rolled around- his mask still on…cause of course that stayed on during sex. He just rolls into the whacks, mumbling something like, “Oooohhh yeah- harder-”

[Can you blame me- I look good with it on]

“Shut up you desperate slut- Peter is here…Get dressed.” Al announces as she retracts the cane and places it back down to steady herself.

“Don’t worry- I didn't see any Richards flopping out!” Peter clears up but this only seems to earn an irritated hiss from Wolvie- who slicks out from the blanket he had hid under and gets up.

Logan balls his fist as the sound of metal slicing the air seems to finally alert Wade, who opens his eyes and looks to the scene before him; A naked Wolverine approaches an unknowing Peter since his eyes were still somewhat covered.

Peter is yanked by his shirt and finally his hands fall to brace the arm that just grasped him. The claws tease the skin of the frightened man’s neck- a small cut is made as Logan pulls Peter close to his face.

“You say anything about what you saw- I’ll rip your stupid piercing out and give you a prostate exam with it, motherfucker.” As Logan says this his claw is dragged down and pierces through Peter’s clothes to tug at the quite extravagant chain that flowed down his torso.

As the chain is tugged Peter lets out a yelp which was a mix of pain, fear, and perhaps a lot of pleasure.

Deadpool slowly rises from his spot on the couch- pulling his boxers on before approaching his two friends- placing a hand onto Logan’s shoulder.

“Alright kitty claws-” Was probably a poor choice of words for him to use at that moment. The word ‘kitty’ leaves his lips and the unsheathed claw is redirected straight into Wade’s skull- who tenses and mutters an annoyed ‘ow’.

[Yeah probably should have seen that coming- I quite literally provoked an animal who kills bears]

It also wasn’t much of a surprise when the claw then forces Wade to the ground while an angry- still very naked- Wolverine straddles him and senselessly stabs his chest. Wade can’t do much as most of his gear is stashed in his suit on the other side of the couch- so he tries his best to avoid the blades trying to fruit ninja him.

Peter takes the opportunity to race out of the apartment- shouting behind him that he wouldn’t say anything.

Hearing the door slamming shut Wolvie directs his attention to it and attempts to move but is blocked by Deadpool grabbing his arm.

“Wait- he won’t tell- I promise. Don’t chase after him- plus you’re still in your birthday suit.”

This seems to give Wolverine pause, looking down at himself as he takes some exasperated breaths. A few seconds linger as Al wanders to her room- not wanting to deal with the problem these two had- suddenly the claws slink their way back into his hand and Wolvie arises to his feet before maneuvering around to the otherside of the couch.

“Logan…we should probably talk-” Wade attempts- this was anytime as any to deal with their ever changing relationship…when a fresh wound had just been torn through it exposing the sensitive nerves. He had been stabbed plenty of times by Logan- sometimes even by request for…’certain’ purposes. But even Wade felt the tables had shifted with each slice; Logan was on the verge of ignoring his own moral compass to kill some guy who saw them naked together- and this anger was now being sliced into him like his own personal punching bag.

“Nothing to talk about-” He retorts as he gathered up a few items of clothing in a rush before disappearing into the bathroom- the lock loudly turning after the door shut.

Wade slowly rises to his feet, walking to the bathroom door as his body begins to reconstruct after the massacre. The sound of the squeaky shower handle starting echos from the bathroom followed soon after by the shower head sputtering with water before successfully maintaining a steady flow.

“Can’t hide in there forever- I mean look how the people on twitter are- and they hide away 24/7- [If you think I’m calling it X you’re dumber than even the fanfic author’s 4th wall breaking meta humor- and that's already pretty dumb]-you’ll never last the threads or the 60 page twitlonger…”

“Shut up…” Logan bellows out and Wade listens- well mostly listens. Deadpool takes it upon himself to grab a chair from the table and bring it near the bathroom door.

“We will talk about this…whenever you’re ready.” Even if this conversation was necessary- it would never be accomplished unless Logan allowed it to happen…and that means setting it at his pace. It might take a few minutes- or a few hours- hell even a few days…but Wade was making sure it happened.

The apartment settles into a quiet atmosphere- the pitter of the shower and the ac cooling unit strumming steadily- even the smoke alarm beeped its usual melody. Wade always said he would put the batteries in it for Al- but his repeated attempts to stab it never seemed to silence it.

The one thing Wade couldn’t kill- the fucking smoke alarm.

Amongst the cons of being able to gently tap the 4th wall- he was very susceptible to getting distracted with his own thoughts- it was that or the ADHD.

[Possibly both]

So he is blissfully lost in his thoughts- being very calm…being very quiet…very demure indeed.

Only being pulled from these thoughts by a click- the turning of the lock…but the shower still continued on the other side- no other sound indicating Logan had finished and unlocked the door just to leave.

Wade had seen Logan do this before- whenever inviting him to join him in the shower.

So Wade rises to his feet and gently twists the door knob- testing if it was in fact open or if maybe his brain had made it up. But no- it moves under his grasp and he slowly enters- shutting the door behind himself.

The room was filled with steam- the entire mirror fogged up and everything appeared haze-y as Wilson looked around.

Looking to the shower curtain- he could see Logan’s outline being doused by the shower head- a mental image appearing in his head of the sight he had enjoyed a few times before.

Lucky for Wade this image didn’t have to be of a memory for long as the curtain was dragged aside by a wet hand- the upper half of the naked Logan peering at Wade.

“You wanna talk- So talk…” Wolvie muttered.

Wade’s eyes were helplessly pulled to the water soaked chest- like a moth to a flame he wished to embrace it but new in this scenario it would mean his demise. It takes a moment for Deadpool to actually register that the mutant had spoken and his eyes shoot up to look him in the face. Another Lucky thing for him was that his mask made it easier to be a pervert.

“Right…” Wade finally mutters out as he begins collecting his thoughts- his view being obstructed as Logan draws the curtains back to continue showering where only his shadow could be seen.

“You have to admit it, Peanut. What’s going on between us has changed…Not just sucking and fucking to blow off steam anymore…” Deadpool leans against the lip of the counter- staring at some strange abstract painting Al had put up. Wade asked if she had painted it but Al chuckled and said it was for decor to make the place look nicer- even if she couldn’t enjoy it…she still thought at least Wade would enjoy laughing at the horridness of it.

And he did.
Logan still didn’t speak, so Wade continued.

“Getting jealous- flirting in the middle of fighting- Just everything these past few weeks… I mean if we were lesbians we would already be married at this point…” His eyes look to the shower curtain- noticing a halt in the other’s motions. “I’m not saying it has to be labeled as anything…but I just don’t think it's appropriate to call each other just friends.”

“So ‘not friends’?” Logan joked, perhaps Wade’s coping humor had rubbed off on him.

“I guess…Maybe something more than friends…?” Wade asks as his feet tapped against the floor- needing his body to fidget more than ever.

“...I think that’s fair.” Logan answers.

“Do you wanna label it…?”

The water begins to run colder along the mutant’s back- a chill rushing along his metal spine from the change in temperatures. Or maybe it was the question that left him frozen in place.

Finally words seem to stumble out.

“Partners in crime…-” Logan chuckles at his own words- it sounded stupid.

Wade lets out a snicker, before nodding his head at the suggestion.

“Partners in crime it is.”

The curtain to the shower is slowly opened as Wolvie looks over to the man leaned against the counter, a small smile upon his face.

“Get in, bub…I know you’re dying too.” And as soon as the permission is given Wade slips off his mask and his boxers and joins Logan in the shower- not minding how cold it was.

Now as he stood before a hairy, drenched, and fully nude Wolverine- he really got a good look at that chest-

[I can’t help it- it's like a pillow calling for my face it be firmly planted on it]

-and that chest wasn’t the only thing catching his view- looking lover he can see the mutant’s v-line and thick veins leading right to the sweet mout candy that was this man’s cock. And it was just as happy to see him as it slowly began to grow- stiffening up as Logan’s own eyes scoured over Wade.

Sure, Wade was no looker with all that cancer mutilating his flesh- but that didn’t seem to bother Wolvie one bit.

And sure enough littlepool was saluting the sky soon enough.

“What do you wanna do, puppy?” The man asks as he approaches the mutant closer- a sword fight happening between them as he gets closer.

A bashful smile fell upon Wolvie’s face as he gazed to the side. An idea on what the other wanted creeping into his mind.

Wade closes the gap between them, hands cupping the older man’s sides as his lips embrace theirs. Logan falls into the same motion, gentle sucking and licking at the man’s lips as his own hands gripped Wade’s head.

In a rush Deadpool’s hands sink lower- a tight grip on those meaty thighs before he hoists the man up.

[Fun fact- it states I can lift 800 pounds- which is crazy cause I’ve never wanted to lift less in my life…but super strength is good for a few things]

As Logan’s body hits the wall- the shower head bends as it makes contact with the metal skull but neither seem to notice as their lips continue to meld together.

The mutant begins to grind against the other’s torso- his cock delighting as it is provided with some friction. But this is quickly stopped as Wade exits the kiss- a string of saliva connecting them for an inch before splitting apart.

“Behave Puppy…” He pants out before he feels his body be thrusted against Logan from the forces of two beefy legs squeezing him like a python.

“Then fuck me…no prep…” Wolverine comments as he leans forward before biting the air.

“Gladly…you nasty dog…” Wade mutters out, freeing one hand so he could spit into it and quickly shielding it from the water still somewhat spraying overhead so he could lather his dick with it. Once he is properly lubed, his still coated hand returns to its spot on Logan's thigh.

Using his hips- and Wolvie’s impatient legs- he successfully guided his cock close to that perfect ass. Wade then offers a glance to Logan- who was watching his cock laying against the other’s torso- untouched and begging to be so.

Deadpool tilts his head, as he finally catches Logan’s eyes. With a few more tilts Logan finally understands and sinks his face into that bumpy neck- long licks of his tongue being the first thing he did.

“Good boy…” Satisfied, Wade returns to his own cock and reoccupies his saliva covered hand with guiding again- pressing the tip against an unprepared hole.

With a slow push of the tip inside [A breaking of the seal], his hand returns to bracing Logan over him- trying to avoid the older man moving too much as it continues its dissent inside.

The pain was sharp- but Logan’s pain tolerance was high and this was nothing compared to the worst he’s been through…even the feeling that did rush through him felt almost like a tickling of his nerves- irritating but not something he would make any fuss about.

Feeling no tenseness or sign of pain, Wade’s thrusts begin and this is where Logan begins to contort- this position provided quite an angle- an angle that allowed Wade’s cock to slap into the most sensitive set of nerves in his body. It was almost like a hidden treasure trove- untouched in years just for stupid old Wade to stumble on.

Wolvie’s nails dig into the top of Wade’s skull before adjusting to claw at his back- his mouth gasping- each gasp being interrupted by the next as Wade seemed to abuse this one spot. The senseless abuse earned him a very ‘gentle’ bite from his pet, blood pooling into said pet’s mouth.

Deadpool gets the hint- easing up on that one spot and moving his hips to find other areas to terrorize too.

With Wade obeying- Wolvie releases his teeth and places a bloody lick onto the other cheek, the water slowly cleaning it away before another is placed- soft grunts in between as his body is still thrusted up into.

Wade’s own lips have a slew of pleasurable noises falling out- his thrust falling into a steady pace as he finds a good rhythm.

[I almost wanted to do CBAT- but i don’t think Wolvie would know that one]

A new zing pulsed through him each time the mutant tightened around his cock or licked upon his cheek with that bloodied tongue of his- each pleasurable in their own ways but both eliciting the same feeling.

As the thrusts continued- their lips reuniting once again as they both enjoyed the copper taste and another one follows- a metallic taste Logan can only assume is from the cancer riddling his body. Their tongues playful pushed against the other’s before Logan’s was able to sneak its way into his master’s mouth- dragging along the inside as Wade’s flavor invaded his senses.

As the rhythm begins to slow, and Wade’s body begins to brace- Logan knows he is close and chooses to break the kiss to bury his face back in the crook of the man’s neck. Kisses being planted onto him as he felt hips shift below him and for that sensitive spot to be attacked again.

Hissing and moaning bellows from the older man as Wade delighted in the sound, his climax soon approaching as his hands secured Logan in place for the peak. With a wave of shivering euphoria, Wade cums inside the man- his thrusts stopping for a moment to savor the feeling but quickly starting back up so Logan can finish too.

That pleasure center is battered and overwhelmed for a few more thrusts before Logan’s body begins to tense too. He unleashes another bite in the same spot he had done a moment ago- the wound already having healed over just to reopen. With a quick rush, he climaxes all over Wade’s torso- the drizzle of water doing its best to try and clean it away.

The two stay there, panting and soft gasps in blissful happiness as they lean into one another for comfort.

If you asked them how long they stayed like that- they'd probably both answer hours…but it was more like 5 minutes.

The cold water finally becomes too unbearable for Wade to handle and he slips out of Logan to get out of the shower.

Logan laughs, turning the shower off as he takes a peak at the shower head.

“Oops…” A hand reaches up, his claws showing since they released upon his climax, and gently fixing the shower head to how it was…well he tried to do that but it just seemed to make even worse creaking noises.

Wade notices as he is wrapping a towel around his body- and just suggests he leaves it be and they can blame Al whenever she comes to shower, which earns a glare and an eye roll from the mutant.

Logan attempts one last time and gets it back into position before turning to Wade and stealing the towel from him…since it was his in the first place.

Deadpool grabs his mask and slides it on first- and then his underwear.

The other dries his body- exceptionally assuring his hair was dried as they already begin to curl back into their natural state of looking to what most like to call cat ears.

The shirt and shorts laying on the counter are put on and Wade leaves the bathroom first- a shit-eating grin on his face as he goes over to the couch and turns the TV on. It was in fact the best time to watch his comfort show, the great british bake off.

The Mutant on the other hand was lapping up the sink water before gargling it to clear his mouth of the blood- as nice as it was to make the other bleed, he'd rather not taste metal in his already metal body.

Once that finally cleared up, Wolvie entered the main room and noticed Wade on the couch eyeing the TV like it was indoctrinating him in. And maybe it sorta was.

But he gets an idea in his head and walks into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge and pulling out something and smiling down on it.

It took a few minutes to get everything together, but after a few beeps of a barely functioning microwave and snapping a spoon in half on accident trying to scoop some ice cream- he approaches the man on the coach with two plates of banana bread with dollops of ice cream on it.

“I know this show gives you a sweet tooth, bub.”

"Thanks, kitty." Wilson smiles up at the other- happily taking the sweet treat offered to him, wasting no time lifting the bottom part of his mask to begin shoveling it inside.

A snort leaves Wolvie’s mouth as he moves to the other side of the bed and crawled up next to him- their shoulders pressing against each other.

Logan takes small bites of his food- wanting the sweet cold of the vanilla ice cream and the warm banana bread to join perfectly on his tongue- and it's mid way through one of these delightful bites he feels a head rests upon his own.

And he doesn’t stop it- letting out a hum of acceptance as he continues eating as Wade resumes his own eating.

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Soon their plates were empty, their bodies full [Wolvie’s in more ways than one], and Logan had Wade’s head resting upon his chest- one of Logan’s hands gently stroking that textured back of his as they mellowed in each other’s presence.

They were so in their own worlds that when Al screamed from the bathroom that they had used up all the hot water and broke the 'god damn' shower- neither moved.

Even Mary Puppins had crawled up into their bed and was enjoying the calm aura the two admitted- having been off on her own adventure for the day and needing to rest with her Papas’ to re-energize.

Chapter Text

It was strange being in such a lively setting- the lights and screams of delight were a far cry from the blood splattered and non delighted screaming that the two were used too.

It was almost refreshing to be in such a place.

The place being a state fair of course.

Normally- this kind of thing would never even be on either of the twos’ radar. The location was a bit far from the apartment- and would only run for a few weeks max throughout the year.

But lucky for them- it wasn’t them who secured the tickets.

After Peter stumbled into the scene with the men in rather compromising positions- he thought it would be a good apology to give them free passes for the fair. It was originally supposed to be for him and Wade to go together to enjoy- which he was going to tell him as a surprise to be shared at the dinner that never happened.

But on account of walking in on them- and something from work coincidentally keeping him from going anyway- it seemed perfect to just give it to them and pass it off as it was always meant to go to them.

At first, Logan declined the tickets. Him and carnival scammers did not mix well but Wade promised that if he got frustrated he could use his kitty claws on him instead. This still wasn’t enough- but after enough ‘convincing’-

[Blowjobs- and lots of them]

Logan finally agreed.

And now here they were, the night just barely starting as they walked past the threshold of the entrance- which was a bit of hassle since the young man at the entrance insisted Logan go through the metal detector present- even after Logan explained he had ‘Metal implants’. The conversation was quickly saved by the kid’s manager who stepped in and patted over the mutant on the verge of murder.

Looking around, Wade smiles from behind his mask at the colorfulness of it.

“Some poor kid is going to think you work here-” Logan grumbled as he stood beside the other as crowds of people passed by them to enter further into the park.

For the most part- Wolvie was probably right. From the mask, the very bright red hoodie- the black sweatpants to even the shoes he stole from the TVA that were black and red and had a deadpool logo on them.

He looked comical…

[Wow you’re so funny. Now I'm going to need you to put the keyboard down and log off]

No.

“And some poor kid is going to think you’re going to tell them to get in your van.” Wade quipped back as his eyes looked at the other’s outfit of choice.

Jeans and a wife beater- though one much cleaner than before- a black leather jacket and some black boots to tie it all together. One other detail was the cigar he was teasing between his teeth before a hand reached up to free it so he could speak.

[Unfortunately no collar- another sad day]

“You said to dress nicely- you look like you didn’t get your own fucking memo, bub.” The cigar returns to his lips and he gently draws the smoke into his mouth and lets it linger so he can enjoy the taste- and also help himself from the overwhelming environment.

The way Logan explained it to Wade was that these places were usually full of overwhelming smells- tastes- sights- sounds and that is all too much for his hyperactive senses. But with the cigar- he could at least ease a few of those senses till he adjusted to them.

Wolvie’s lips part and he blows the smoke up to avoid it coming back into anyone’s face- while Wade on the other hand is already being pulled over to a simple swing attraction- but what actually pulled Deadpool in was the height of it. It was over at least 150 feet in the air- and the speed it traveled looked like it was giving the screaming children who rode it whip lash.

It doesn’t take anymore thinking before Wade’s scampers over to the line- rushing in front of an excited child to secure his spot.

“Wolvie- Come on! I saved you a spot.” Wade exclaims, gesturing next to himself as the child clambers into the queue behind him.

Logan saunters vaguely over- [The author is begging for someone to get this reference- but if you don’t, I forgive you]- avoiding the slight stares the nickname garnered.

“I don’t think I fit the weight limit for this ride.” The cigar is returned to his lips as the embers burn brighter.

Wade huffs, looking about for some kind of sign- and ultimately finding a sign with the information he needed.

“No- look it says weight limit 300lbs, and you are like-” Deapool lifts his arms up- bracing them in the same position he would have held Logan when in the shower in [Last chapter if you need a refresher- It was truly beautiful].

Logan’s eyes catch over the positioning of the other’s arms and grumbles as he flushes- taking his cigar and is just short of placing it against the neck of the other- but stopping as he notices the child behind Wade eyeing his actions.

“Quit it, bub- there are precious eyes here.” Logan comments as Wade finally seems to determine the answer and his arms fall.

“You’re like 292 pounds…if I had to guesstimate. So you’re under the limit. So get in the line.” Wade demands and Logan groans but pushes into the queue, much to the child’s annoyance and begins to loudly huff.

They wait in this line for a few moments- watching the machine slowly descend down and the passengers depart- a mix of reactions, one woman even hurling as soon as she exited the security gate.

Another long drawl of his cigar as Wolvie tried to avoid inhaling the rather potent smell.

Soon enough the gate is opened to the entrance and the crowd of people file in- Wade making sure to drag Logan by his hand- which earned him a few yanks but not being able to let his arm free-...Or perhaps he didn’t want to?

Once Wade had dragged them to the optimal seats- one far from the vomit he releases Logan’s hand and slithers under the bar of the seat and once secure, pats the seat beside him.

“I’m not sitting next to you.” Logan quickly shoots out as he burns the cigar on his wrist before placing it back onto his lips- a gust of wind expelling his lips and forcing smoke from the tip.

“Oh come on- you won’t even sit with me on our first date- I knew papa pool was right about you-” Wade dramatically waved his hands over his head- like he had the acting skills of a middle school girl a little too obsessed with theater.

Logan’s hand unsheathes his claws, cutting the end of the cigar he put out on his hand before stuffing the freshly cut cigar back into his pocket.

“This is not a date.” Wolverine clarifies as he looks at the man in his theatrical pose.

“This totally is a date- but if we must be separated then I will just have to enjoy the embrace of another-” Wade speaks in a higher pitch, like reading from a shitty romance book- [Perhaps written by the vile creature that is Colleen Hoover]. His hand grasps the empty seat next to him as he looks up to Logan- a pouty face somehow showing through his mask.

The mutant seems to think upon it- looking around as fewer and fewer seats are free to take- and one person seems to be gunning for a specific seat as they avoid all the empty ones. A jealousy Wolvie hated to admit existed pushed his feet forward and gripped the chain the seats hung from. What if this person was coming to sit with Wade- why did every fiber of his being want to cling to the masked man’s arm and snap his teeth at anyone who approached.

Logan hisses and pushes the bar up so he could sit down- the chain whining under the weight placed upon it. Releasing the bar the two look at each other- and Logan know’s Wade has a shit eating grin behind that red fabric- he definitely knew those words would get that reaction out of him.

[I totally did]

As the last few people finally find their seats- the ride begins to ascend upwards and it provides an amazing view of the fair- and a much more pleasant experience for Logan as everything begins to dull to a manageable degree.

As Wade looked out over the ledge, trying to play eye spy for anyone puking or for their next destination.

But Logan however was impartial to the view- even from the beautiful sights past the fair- his eyes were looking at Wade. Maybe it was the jealousy that had been stirred up inside him from the persistence to be sat with him- or maybe it was calling this a date. Or it could simply be both.

Or none at all- maybe Logan just wanted to gander at his ‘not friend ' like the world was born from him- his face being the first thing light touched and the first to witness all. Like looking away was a sure way to be damned to the darkness where he’d never see that blood red fabric hiding every smile and every laugh.

[What is with this poetic shit? I know I’m incredibly hot- my skin the beautiful texture of a wrinkled old ball sack that pruned up in the bath- but a little less lovey dovey and more rapid spinning please]

As the ride begins to turn, Logan’s breaks his gaze by rubbing his eyes with a frustrated hand- trying to not be caught longingly gazing at the other- and Wade seems not to notice as he makes a comment on some older looking lady on one of the rollercoasters losing her wig and the shrieks it derived from the people that sat behind her.

Logan chuckled, a smile appearing but faltering as he tried to hide his enjoyment.

The ride swings for a few more spins about the axle before it slowly descends- each turn getting them closer and closer to the ground below.

As the swinging legs finally reach the ground- the sudden sound of metal bars clinking rings out as children sprinted from the ride to the dismay of the ride operator

The more adult riders waited until the operator gave them the all clear– but Wade was not one of them, having dismissed with the impatient children. Much to the annoyance of Logan, who lifts the bar and slowly walks after Wade.

Catching up, Logan mutters “You really couldn’t wait?”

“I saw one of those test your strength games – I mean look at you- that’s an easy win.“ Wade spills out as he pushes past the crowd of children-and as they walk out of the fence, the child from before that was behind them in line is now screaming having had to wait his turn because two adult men cut in front of him.

The crowd blurs around them as they walk-eventually walking up to a man yelling about testing their strength – and points an old finger to Logan as he exclaims “You look like you would be perfect, young man. Why don’t you don’t you get your little lady something special?”

Having been mingled in the crowd, women were up close to Logan, but as they walked, it became clear he in fact did not have a little lady; it was infact a very strange looking man as his companion.

“Or Boyfriend- I don’t judge, I just give the prizes. But it’s always good to win your beloved a prize on a date-”

“This isn’t a date-He’s not my– “ Logan attempts to say, but he’s quickly interrupted by Deadpool.

“OMG THEY HAVE A GROW YOUR OWN BOYFRIEND-“ Wade rushes up to the wall of prizes, pointing out the packaging that says ‘grow your own boyfriend’.

“Well that can be all yours. If your boyfriend here decides to test his luck-“ The old carny chimes in as he takes another glance at a very red and unamused Peanut.

“Fine.” Logan says, wondering if he should even try to protest the allegations instead of just getting it over with to get out of this man’s trap.

The carny smiles sinisterly as he points with the hammer to a sign that asks for 5 bucks.

Logan scoffs, about to deny doing it but Wade seamlessly pulls some cash from his pocket and hands the cash to the older gentleman- who bows with a smile and collects the bill before securing it in a fanny pack on his side.

The hammer is then handed to Wolvie- who sets it down for a moment to slip his leather jacket off and pass it too Wade- who was making it no secret that he was looking all over the now more exposed mutant’s arms.

[Everything happens for a reason- and the reason I brought Logan to this machine…was to watch his arms work their hypnotizing magic as a small amount of sweat will glisten from the humid air- it’s just a juicy chicken wing and I’m going in for a bite. WHO SAID THAT?]

Wolvie takes the hammer back up, a slight audience watching the mutant prep his swing back before slamming it down onto the designated platform- the dinger skyrockets up…but just barely misses the bright red bell saddled up on top.

A growl bellows from Logan- knowing he put a lot of strength in that swing for it to do fuck all.

“Well- guess you’re not as strong as I thought. Oh well- Who’s ready to go next?” The carny attempts to snatch the hammer back but it’s quickly pulled out of his reach.

“No- I need another turn.” Logan sputtered as he watched Deadpool slink back into his pocket and handed over another bill.

Correcting his form and stance, Wolvie readjusts his grip onto the mallet as he takes a deep breath. Sinking into his spot- reciting a mantra barely above a whisper as the mallet is raised once more.

And just as he did before.

SLAM.

But it still falls short of dinging- and this is not any good for Logan to hear- or see- and he makes his anger known.

“You cheating fuck! This shit is rigged- You don’t even deserve the strap I bet your wife peg’s you with!” Logan yells, pushing the mallet into the older man’s chest.

“Now, son-”

“I’m no son of yours- give me back my fucking money or let me go again before I use your head as my own personal whack-a-mole.” The threat hisses past the mutant’s lips and the Carny seems frightened by the words and takes a small step back.

And Wade- well Wade was enjoying the sight of the rage boiling inside the other- brimming to the surface and begging to lash out.

[That’s weird…my clothes were just on a second ago-]

Perhaps it was how aggressive Logan’s teeth gritted- or maybe how his grip tightened around the mallet, his veins popping as he lifted the mallet over his head and glared at the bell- intent on hitting it by any means necessary.

Now the crowd began to gawk over the man- some admiring the persistence and a few admiring the man himself.

The mallet strikes down in one swift swing- smashing the target into pieces and the bell being rung so hard it cracks. His fingers release the mallet from his hand- the head of it splintered into jagged pieces.

“There…now give him the fucking toy-“ The mutant pants out as the carny nervously smiles and takes the toy off the hook and passes it to Wade- who snatched it up and brought it close to his chest.

Deadpool approaches Logan, pats him on the shoulder as he shakes the toy in his face and passes over the leather jacket..

“Look- I got a comic book accurate you! Thank you~” His teasing words slip out as he leaned in to place a kiss on Logan’s cheek through the mask- but is quickly stopped by 3 sharp claws piercing the bottom of his mask and touching the bottom of his tongue.

“Don’t- or I’ll smash you next-” He hisses as he is half way through sliding the jacket back on.

“Promise?” Wade quickly quips back in response but is quickly silenced by the claws digging deeper and mutilating his tongue before retracting back into the older man’s fist.

Wade attempts to blubber something out- but his tongue is taking time to heal.

“Maybe I should have done that sooner.” Logan says as he begins walking and settles the jacket into place, still glancing back to make sure Wilson was following behind him- and of course he was right on the other’s heels with his toy being stuffed in his hoodie pocket.

The mumbled mess that sputtered out of the merc’s mouth was nowhere close to making sense- and Logan delighted in not having to hear the stupid shit that usually exited the other. But his happiness was short-lived as soon enough the words became a little bit clear and understandable.

Just when Wolvie thought the other had gone back to shutting up- he turned to see that Wade was gone. Having scampered off into the crowds. His eyes scoured the area and he still couldn’t see the idiot dressed in mostly bright red.

His steps begin to back track to try and locate the other- not like he couldn’t enjoy the fair on his own…but some things were more enjoyable when done with others.

But that’s just what Logan had been told.

The blitz of fried delights, citrus from what seemed like millions of lemonade stands, an assortment of other cuisines each having their own pungent smell,- and the mass of people flooding around him and in the area. Logan would be lucky to catch the other’s scent at all.

[The poor lost puppy]

But luckily he doesn’t have to search for much longer as a whistle seems to echo above the chatter, music, and clinking of large machines.

Logan turns to the sound and spots Wade waving him over- he is sat at another game- a game where the goal was to race against other competitors to fill up a tube with water with a water gun. But on the mutant’s approach he spotted this ‘competition’ was 4 kids and one annoyed looking teenager who was pretending to shoot at one of the other kids.

“This doesn’t seem like a fair game.” Logan mentions but Wade just laughs.

“Well duh- I wanna play a game where all the odds are in my favor-”

“I meant for you- these kids are gonna beat the shit out of you.” A smile grips his face as he glances down at the red masked man- a look of shock seeping through the red fabric before a finger is pointed at him.

“You bitch- Watch this- i'm gonna win and rub it in your face-” Before Wade can finish his words- the counter began to signal it was about to start. Wade locks in as he stares down the target, his eyes looking to survey his competitors' starting positions. It wasn’t looking good as all of them were ready- some having the assistance of a parent to guide them.

[Cheaters I tell you- Cheaters!]

Suddenly the crunchy radio that had started to countdown screamed ,”Go!”, and the guns began to spray water- some of the guns needing to be re-aimed to the center of the small target.

1 of the children falter behind- his parents not helping him aim like the others. Which made him go into full tantrum mode- kicking, screaming, saying it was unfair- and he was, ‘Shooting the thingy so why wasn’t it making him win’.

[One down].

Wade turns to the kid next to him- keeping one arm steady on the gun to keep him aiming on the target.

“Hey kid- wanna see something scary?” This draws the attention of not only the kid next to him but the kid one seat over. Wade reaches up and lifts his mask- spewing out bloody bubbles and tongue bits past his lips- and one kid screams while the other declares Wade is a zombie and runs out of their seat into their dad’s arms. The one who screams pushed his gun a little bit as he tried to look away from the gross display and became too far behind to catch up.
[Three down]

His mask is then pulled back over his mouth as he looks to the set of tubes- him and the teenager were neck and neck- but something happens- the teenager’s tube stops filling and falters. Looking over, Wade sees them staring at a nervous child with a strange horn protruding from their skull sitting next to them, supposedly their sibling, before aiming the gun at their sibling’s target and filling up their tube. The tube which had been a few inches down began to quickly fill up- but Wade was so close to the top it wouldn’t matter.

But suddenly, a hand gently pushes Wade’s gun- forcing him out of first place and allowing the little kid to catch up and win.

Logan recalls his hand as an upset Wade looks at him.

“Oh come on! I was so close- I would have won.” But Logan doesn’t seem to be paying attention to the frustrated man- just to the excited little mutant girl, who was just moments ago using her shaky hands to aim the gun with the help of her mom. The teenager helps the girl pick out a toy and she delightedly hugs her sibling- squishing her face against them as she giggled.

“You can always play another game against another set of kids. Or maybe play one that isn’t against other people.” Logan chimes in as he pats Wade’s back.

“I guess…but it’s kinda funny watching them get annoyed. It's the only reason I use twitter-” Deadpool rises from his seat and begins to look for the next game to play- but instead is looking at a ride- a ride that is spinning so fast he is sure it would be like being tossed in a giant’s washing machine.

‘Let’s ride that- and it just opened so there is no line.” Wade suggests and Logan’s eyes look over at it. He’d never seen a ride like it before so his interest is peaked.

“Alright- let's go on with it.”

And the two are off, walking up the ride- which quite literally just became operational as the mechanic was walking out of the fenced in area. The two line up at the gate and the ride operator opens up the door to let them board the spaceship looking ride. They enter inside and the padded walls and hand railings give Logan a strange feeling.

Wade stayed back for a moment talking with the ride operator before swiftly chasing after Logan as he seemed to look about the inside.

“We’re gonna be flung up against the walls?” Logan asks as he touched the padded walls.

“Not unless you take me on a date first- Im not that type of girl, mister.” Wade responds in an annoying high pitched voice, flipping away non-existent hair as the large spaceship door begins to close.

“You are exactly that type of girl- I’ve seen you drop your pants for a goddamn klondike bar.” Logan eyes the now shut door, before glancing back at Wade who looks excited.

“I'm assuming the lack of other people is your doing?” Wade simply nods as the man approaches the mutant.

“It’ll be just us- just fun for us two. Usually people will be screaming and such…so I thought it might be easier on your ears and all if we came in alone…”

Logan feels his face flush at the kind jester- not like he wasn’t used to screaming in his ear- he definitely heard that plenty with his type of occupation. But Wade is actually considering his hypersensitivity and doing something to prevent the screams of overreacting teens to ruin his fun.

It was strange how Wade became so kissable in that moment- but Logan resists.

[NO KISS ME PLEASE]

A soft ‘Thanks, bub’ leaves the older man’s lips as a radio voice prompts them to take their spots on the wall. They both go to the same spot- shoulder to shoulder as they look at each other.

Soon the ride begins to spin and they both seem to laugh about a shriek heard outside. Then the speed picks up and their backs are forced against the wall- but Wade seems to have another idea.

“Peanut- watch this!” He exclaims as he begins to turn about on the foam pad- becoming upside down and excitedly giggling.

Logan chuckles- more at how amused the other was then the action in itself. Then the foam pads around them begin to shift up as the ride reaches its max speed- their pads taking longer to rise as they were the only ones that were weighted. But Wade rises first- and then a few seconds later Logan is shot up.

The sounds of laughs fill the facade of a spacecraft- the two fighting against the wind to try and move around on the mats. It seemed so silly- just to be laughing like the funniest joke had been told- or maybe laughing gas that could bypass both of their healing factors to make them into laughing messes.

But soon the ride begins to slow- Wade smacking his head into the ground as he wasn’t held up by force anymore. Logan had been leaning slightly away from his seat- so he fell forward and nearly landed upon his chest- only to catch himself on the railing.

The laughs returned as they looked at each other’s situation- Wade readjusting his neck and Logan staggering to his feet. The ride creaks to a halt and the door slowly opens, the operator walking inside and seemingly checking on the two.

“Okay you two- get out of here. I'm not supposed to do the test runs with passengers inside.” The person stammers and the two began smiling like they were two kids having been caught but left off with a warning. They scramble out and there is now a visibly long line from where the entrance was- perhaps it was lucky they rode it when they did.

The two walk out the exit, Logan’s face shifting to its usual resting position but still glowing from the pure joy and the small thrill that came from the ride.

For a few steps, they just seemed to walk in sync and basking in the afterglow of the rush. And maybe for Wolvie it was a little bit of that kissable mask occasionally looking at him making him experience a very familiar rush.

"Let’s eat.” Logan quickly spills as he scratches his beard, hoping to distract from the light pink tint that had colored his face.

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They wandered around for a while- passing a plethora of food stalls looking for something to eat that also didn’t have a line. Which was surprisingly hard. But soon enough they find one that isn’t crowded and order their respective foods- and Wade decided to get a drink.

They pay and then wait at a nearby picnic table- but they don’t wait long as Logan goes over and picks up the tray of the food after a bell dings- noticing a suspicious addition to the drink.

He brings the tray back to the table and glances at Wade- who is giggling as he looks at the drink- the drink with two straws.

“How romantic for our first date- maybe we can even slurp some spaghetti Lady and the tramp style.” Wade teases once again as he leaned in and took a sip from one of the straws.

Logan rolls his eyes as he sits down, picking up his fork to eat the funnel cake he had gotten…it wouldn’t be right if he didn’t cause it was the most prominent smell throughout the park. Other than Wade’s- but that's because they have been shoulder to shoulder for the most part.

Wade had gotten himself a turkey leg, tearing into like an animal. It makes a thought pop into Logan’s mind- and he barely processes before he lets it slip.

“You call me a dog- but you’re eating that like an animal-” Wolverine immediately regrets it as it passes his lips, raising a hand to cover his face.

The eyes of the red mask widen as a bright smile shows behind the large leg he was chewing through.

“Is this big puppy embarrassed?” Wade asks and he sees Logan tense and looks at him like his death was now inevitable- an annoyance very clear in his eyes.

"No one’s around us-” Wade assures, pointing to the large Ferris wheel not far from them. “-Everyone is over there…”

This seems to ease the mutant as he takes a bite of his food before looking around himself- it seems a lot of people in the area were attracted to the brightly colored attraction like it was a magnet drawing in some tiny iron shavings.

At Least they knew where their next stop would be.

“I don’t mind it, bub…When it’s just us…but this kinda place is risky with everyone around.” Logan barely lets the whisper out before shoving another piece of funnel cake down his gullet.

“Well... I don’t have to say it if you don’t want me to-”

“I didn’t say that.” Wolvie quickly corrects as he picks up the drink and uses the other straw they were provided- if it was going to have two straws it was only fair that they both got to drink out of it.

“Well then, Puppy...What about affection…? Can I hold your hand? Or kiss you?” Wade questions and he watches Logan adjust in his seat- another scour of their surroundings before speaking.

“You can hold my hand- but kisses have to be done when no else is around…”

“What about an indirect kiss?” Deadpool takes the drink, pulling the straw the other had drank from to his lips and taking a long slip before setting it down.

Wolvie flushes again but with a more confident smile, before quickly pulling the drink back as he brings the same straw back to his lips and sips from it.

“I encourage it.” The mutant whispered after a quick sip.

They both share a smirk before they continue eating- exchanging indirect kisses in between moments of their hands brushing together as the drink is passed back and forth.

Not long after both are finished- well Logan has finished and Wade was passing the turkey leg to the mutant to decimate the rest of it.

And Logan makes quick work of it- even accidentally breaking the bone at one point- but kept eating as if nothing had just happened.

Soon the leg is nothing but a broken bone being tossed in the trash, and the two men are walking over to the Ferris wheel, the back of their hands grazing against each other- their pinkies teasing each other before interlocking as they get closer to a crowd.

The line for the Ferris wheel was long- but it seemed to be going along at a steady enough pace. They join in the line- people piling in behind them. Standing in this spot for almost 30 seconds seems to drive Wade mad as he looks about- and spots something that makes him gently nudge Logan with his elbow.

“Look! A ladder climbing game- I could do that. I’m no spiderman but I sure as hell can cheat it somehow.” Wade proclaims as he looks at the mutant.”- I’ll leave the line and go win you something- so we can be even.”

Before Logan could even protest- not like it would have mattered- Wade rushed out of line over to the game as the line began to move. Much to the annoyance of Wolvie as now he could no longer see where Wade had gone- he’d hope the other could at least find him after maybe winning the ladder game.

He did not have high hopes for him.

Deadpool makes it over to the game, the carny woman excitedly calling to some other passersbys but for some reason avoiding the man staring her down.

Wade waves his hand- pulling out a $5 bill to see if this will stir her to look his way.

She does, but she does not seem happy about it.

“Is your boyfriend with you? We got reports he smashed the strength game on the west end and were told to deny him permission to play anymore games…you were also labeled in the description.” The woman says- her hand slowly reaching for the radio upon her utility belt.

“No! My boyfriend-” It felt strange- but good to say that…even when he teased Wolverine with the title…it never was genuine. But this was. “-he’s waiting in line for a ride…but he’s awaiting my return with a prize…so can I play or not?”

She thinks for a moment- her hand frozen in place before reaching forward and snatching up the money.

“Fine- just don’t sick your mutt on this attraction if you don’t win…”

Wade stares at her for a moment- knowing that name would probably delight his ‘not friend’ but the context would make him tear the rope ladders down.

“I won’t promise anything. He’s a free man.” Wade claims as he approaches one of the ladders and notices the carny going over to hold said ladder.

“The rules are as follows- No holding onto the rope or outside of the rungs, Both feet must be placed into 2nd to last rung then you must pull the bell above your head, No resting elbows and knees on the rungs or rope, and finally-If you flip or fall, you automatically lose.” She clears these rules like they were ingrained into her eyeballs and she was forced to read them every time she blinked.

“Blah, blah, blah- can I go yet? You’re already scamming me out of money- don’t scam me out of precious date time.” Wade argues and the woman rolls her eyes before picking up the whistle from her neck and blowing.

As the whistle sounds, Wade steps onto the ladder- beginning his second step quickly after but his eyes catch on the woman’s hand on the ladder- she was slowly releasing it the further he stepped.

[If this ladder was only stable while she was holding it- that means as soon as her hand is taken off he will likely fall into the cushioned mat below. So- the only logical thing to do here is…]

Wade sprints up the ladder at surprising speeds- and forces her hand to stay on the rope by holding it against the rung she was holding it from. She screams in pain- but is unable to free her hand under the grasp. He finally releases it as he scrambles up the rest of the way and successfully rings the bell- his feet precariously hung upon the 2nd to last rung- the ladder wanting to spin but his grip on the rope of the bell keeping him stable.

“Oops- shouldn’t have kept your hand where I could fucking step on it. Now-” Wade rolls off the ladder and lands upon his feet. “Where's my prize?” He questioned- and the woman who was clenching her hand offered a glare but stopped after Wade says, “I could just get my boyfriend-” She quickly points to the racks, telling him he can take whatever he wants- just not to return to her game.

The man offers her a smile as he looks at the selection- taking a few things before excitedly running over to the Ferris wheel- his eyes peeled for his boyfrie- ‘not friend’. It seems the line not only got longer but that Logan had gotten lost in the snake of people leading to the ride. As he was trying to find Logan- a child looked up to him and smiled.

“Do you work here mister?” He asks, and it provides Wade with an idea.

“Yes I do- Please clear the way- Worker coming through-” Deadpool then begins to wriggle himself past the sea of people, clenching onto his prizes like his life depended on it. Soon he finds himself at the front of the ride, Logan waiting patiently for him as he twiddled with his pinkie- the one he was holding with Wade. They were one person behind the start of the line.

“I got a few things-”

“How many times did you play?” Logan questions.

“Just once- but she got so annoyed with me she let me take as many as I wanted so I would leave her alone.”

“Yeah that checks out.”

Wade grabs his lump of items, pulling out an animal hat and slaps it upon Logan’s head. It even had long sides where it connected into paws.

Wolvie glares at Wade before looking at the paws dangling down his chest.

“I look stupid-”

“Stupidly cute- I think you look good with paws.”

Before Logan could unsheathe his claws to slice that mouth once more- the Ferris wheel stops and two carriages empty- and the two are gestured over to one of them. They both don’t hesitate and enter it- Wade sitting across from Logan so he could admire that indeed stupid looking hat.

The Ferris wheel begins turning, stopping just short of 10 feet off the platform they boarded from to allow more passengers to disembark.

“I found a hidden prize too- maybe they have an adult night here but look-” Wade pulls out a pair of socks, the writing on it saying ‘ I ‘heart’ Cock….tails’, the tails being in very small font.

Logan chuckles and agrees that it was perfect for Wade to wear- and the man wastes no time to put the new socks over his old ones.

“Gotta make sure everyone knows-” Wade insisted as he slid the fabric on.

The mutant then spots the final item- a black fuzzy wristband with a paw print on it. He reaches over and collects it up as the attraction sputters back into motion and stops just before they reach the peak.

Logan inspects the item, looking at Wade before waving it in the air.

“I’m assuming this is for me?” He questions and Wade’s mask lights up a smiling grinning from ear to mangled ear.

“You can’t wear the-” Wade gestures to his own neck. “So I thought you might like that instead.”

The mutant’s eyes take in the item once more, clutching it between his fingers before slowly sliding down to his wrist- tensing and clenching his fist to assure it would break from any sudden movement.

“Thanks, bub…” Wolvie speaks, his voice quiet as the noise of the Ferris wheel creaking brought them to the top, just a little higher than the swings they had ridden earlier.

“...By the way- I meant it when I said you look cute with paws, kitty-” Wade interjects as he leaned forward in the carriage- trying to assure their conversation stayed between them.

“Well then you’ll have to get me some then- these aren’t going to cut it-” His rough fingers slipped into the pockets of the animal hat and flashed the cheaply made material to the other- before allowing the head part to fall to his shoulders and freeing his hair.

The two stare at each other- the tension thick and unwavering. It becomes unbearable- and so Logan moves over to the other’s seat, his pawed hands gently nudging at the other’s mask.

“We’re alone…” Wolverine says- more to assure himself but it also gives the masked man the idea of what is being asked. And Deadpool is rather quick to lift up his mask so just his lips are visible.

And almost as soon as those lips touch the humid air, they are quickly met by much needier and desperate ones. They move as one for a moment before Logan pulls back and licks up the spit upon his lips.

“That’s for stabbing you…and making you lose that game…” Wolvie says with a light chuckle, but is quickly silenced by a kiss being planted upon his lips.

“I had to return one back- I don’t feel bad about the stabbing…and also I got to stomp on a woman’s hand cause she called you a mutt. So I think it’s even”

“Mutt?...I like that- call me that.” Logan purred as he leaned in closer.

“Mutt-” The basket sways, as Wade is pushed deeper into the seat, excited lips attacking him with sloppy kisses he just couldn’t say no too. If the ride didn’t start moving again- Wade was sure Logan would have stripped them both down and tried to take him for a ride.

[He loves the word mutt- noted- definitely will see that one next chapter!]

Best non-date ever.

Wade just hopes the other isn’t mad when he learns that he’s been using Wolvie’s wallet the entire night.

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They go nasty fr. Also the lil logan is the ideal goal- full pup mode. And I will get him there soon.

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Dragging a claw over the unopened package- Wolverine was curious on what was inside.

Like he had asked- Wade had gotten him the paws…but the size of the box in front of him made him believe there was much more than just some paws inside.

Now Wolverine was a patient man- Living for almost 200 years will do that to you- but something about him needed to get in that box with its mysteries inside.

He was home alone- well except Mary Puppins but she was busy making her own dent into the couch beside him.

Al was out- as she started to do more frequently to avoid ‘bothering the boys doing their playtime’- which if anyone other than Al said that to Logan’s face he would have gutted them- but he just let it slide with a quick denial of any ‘playtime’ happening.

Wade went out with Peter, Colossus, Negasonic Teenage Warhead- fuck that is a mouthful- and Yukio- to go do….something. He wasn’t actually sure- his mind had been so drawn to the box since he needed to drag it from the post box room up two flights- trying to not damage anything inside on its transport. Right before he was about to open it Wade advised him not to- told him to wait till he got back- explaining why he was leaving to a not listening mutant and left with a flirty wave.

Now here Logan has been sitting upon the couch for an hour- teasing the cardboard with sharp adamantium talons- trying to think of what else Wade may have bought.

And for a moment- for just a split second, he puts pressure onto the box below him and makes a small incision on the box.

The mutant’s body tenses, glancing to the clean 1-inch cut- it wasn’t wide by any means- but there was a pop of a soft pink on the other side that egged Logan to keep going.

[Curiosity killed the cat, Kitty]

It’s like he can hear Wade’s stupid voice in his head.

Wolvie leans back- rubbing his head with his two open palms. He pressed them deep into his eye sockets, teasing them with the idea that maybe pushing them so far back the box’s colorful interior would not have a hold on him anymore.

He leans back, uncovering his eyes to stare at the ceiling of their apartment- mystery stains that were blotched with hues of dirty brown and green filling his vision. That probably wasn’t safe for Al to be inhaling- but knowing what Al normally spends her time inhaling this doesn’t seem as bad.

Rising again he inspects the box- maybe putting it out of sight might help keep him from tearing into it.

Standing tall he easily lifts the box- which wasn’t heavy by any means- but was just uncomfortable to grasp. Taking this temptation into the dining room- pushing it under the table and taking a step back.

He hesitates for just a moment before returning to the couch next to Mary- and he offers her a gentle pet as he returns.

Sitting down he looks around, trying to distract himself from the knowledge of the box’s presence a few feet around the corner.

Even taking up the remote and turning on the TV does not distract him enough. The noises begin to muffle from the random show that started- his eyes looking at the screen but still daydreaming of the box.

“Maybe putting it in a room with a door-” Wolvie decides as he rises to his antsy feet and quickly scampers into the kitchen to grab the box.

Once he held it in his arms again, his nose twitched- he could smell something inside. A bit of leather- fabric softener- and something else sweet-...cinnamon? Now he really needed to keep it together.

His steps are slow, heading over to the bathroom, trying to do the movement fast to avoid holding the box any longer. The box slides into the bathroom and Logan slaps a hand onto the door, forcing it closed.

“There…” He mumbled..

His eyes stare into the door, like some kind of weird staring contest that he was desperate to win- but a twitch of his eye seems to break him.

“I need to get in that box-” Fingers quickly tightened around the door handle and he opened up the door- sliding himself into the bathroom and closing the door behind himself- turning the lock.

At least if he got caught- he'd have a door to be behind.

What’s the worst that can happen anyway?

Crouching onto his knees, his blades at the ready slowly slid against the tape that held the flaps in place. The shiny blades make one last slice and with one quick nudge one of the flaps is now open and he can see the pink box inside.

Securing his weapons away to prevent damage to any of the items inside- his hands slowly reach in and bring the box onto his lap. It was secured with a decorative sticker- one that was easily snapped in two as the box was opened- and inside was some neatly wrapped paws in some colored packaging paper- one with a honeycomb design on it.

Pulling back the paper he finds that the paws were fluffy- and rather large even for his hands. The fur was the same color as his hair- a dark brown with the paw pads being a soft pink and being littered with flecks of black.

Obviously these didn’t stay in just his hands for long- pulling them over his fingers where he realized there were only 4 holes, so he adjusted his middle and ring finger to share one spot.

Flexing his hand he stares at the movement, an amused smile on his face. The sight of these fluffy items making him go soft, and he was alone so it didn’t hurt to let his guard down just a little.

As he was admiring the small claws at the tip of his new favorite thing- he noticed another larger box inside decorated with the same branding.

Curiosity already having bested him he dives his hand inside and pulls out the box- the small sticker no match for his new hands as he looks at the items inside.

Pushing away the packing he finds a set of dark brown puppy ears…and a puppy tail that curled- the bottom part of it decorated with a light brown color.

“He can’t think I’ll wear this?” Logan questions out loud, picking up the box he rises to the mirror. The first thing catching his eyes being the collar that dangled from his neck. Well Wade had gotten him to wear a collar- something he’d never thought he'd want on his neck.

No harm in at least putting it on, right?

Setting the box onto the counter he pulls out the ears and slides it into his hair, looking into the mirror as the black headband they were attached to gets lost in his hair- and it looks as if these ears are sprouting from his head.

He tilts his neck about, moving his head to see these bent ears in the mirror- assessing how they made him feel.

And he couldn’t deny they made him feel good- even felt more inclined to portray animalistic behaviors. His paws clench the counter as he leaned forward, his hips wagging as he eyed himself more.

He catches himself doing this behavior- wondering when he started to do that. Perhaps when he put the ears on or longer than that. Wolvie pushes the thought away as he then takes out the tail- since he was already mimicking one it seemed to be perfect for him.

Instead of a plug- like the joke one Wade had wasted money on- this one had a belt loop attachment at the base. And lucky enough- he was wearing his belt.

He huffs as he pulls the paws off- pulling the tail behind him and attaching the tail to the back- assuring the clasp holds it in place.

He then slinks the paws back on, turning to the side as he resumes his hips sway- watching it wag. It was almost mesmerizing as the fluffy faux fur dangled behind him.

This was definitely doing something for him- and he didn’t even realize a whimper had fallen from his lips.

He was wanting- no needing something. He couldn’t quite pinpoint what- but his body knew more than he did as it was craving more than ever.

And his cock sure was more aware of it as it was begging to be released from the restraints of his pants.

Looking back to the box, he saw more items inside, and was deciding between jerking off or continuing unboxing. He hadn’t even found where most of the smells were coming from either so that seemed to sway his decision.

Leaning more into the counter- each second more agonizing in his pants than before, his brain trying to decide between pleasing himself or finding more arousing items in the box.

He denies himself the pleasure, and kneels down slowly to pull another box out- the same logo as before.

[I made an etsy seller really rich]

Instead of pulling out his sharp claws, which would shred his new apparel, and uses the claws provided with his paws to open this package. They weren’t sharp at all, but it still got the job done.

Now in this box was another set of brown ears and tail- but the ears were slimmer and pointed- the tail long and slim- but still housing a large amount of fluff. It was cat ears and a matching tail- even a collar that matched his own, but this one had a bell instead of the bone charm.

His tail wags with the help of his hips- he’d never thought he would be aroused by pretending to be animals, and yet here he was, leaking pre-cum at the thought of putting on the cat gear.

Wolvie strips his puppy items, placing them gently into the box they were provided in- except for the paws, they stay on the counter.

The ears are first, gently nudged into place as Logan watches them intently in the mirror. He angles his body as he picks up the tail and hooks it to his belt- a wire inside of the fluffy appendage to allow it to hold a slight curl at the end.

Then the final piece was the collar. His hands were quick to free his neck of the one present upon his neck, placing it into the box with all the other stuff. Now with a gentle touch- like he was picking up some priceless artifact that could erode away if even thought about it wrong. The collar is slowly slung around his neck, the chiming bell ringing softly.

With his eyes transfixed on the mirrors he admires the look of the items, like just having the items on him made his playful desires pull to the surface- and making his boner ever harder to manage.

He is slow to slip the paws onto his hand- pausing in the middle to unzip his pants to release some of the pressure on his cock. As both paws are slipped on, he hears a voice in the back of his head- his eyes rolling as he recognizes them.

That of Wade, teasing him for getting hard just by wearing a few ears and tails- and as much as he wanted to stab himself in the head to silence that annoying voice, his body shivered as the voice spoke slowly.

‘Come on, kitty. I know you want it.’ The voice whispers, a warmth crawling over Logan’s neck as his paw crawls under his jeans- pushing past the denim to palm himself.

“Get out of my head…” Wolvie whimpers barely above a whisper, his free hand bracing himself upon the counter. His eyes fixate in the mirror- just to remind himself that he was in fact alone, but when he looks he sees one red clothed phantom hand stroking the tent in his pants. He knew that wasn’t actually happening, he made sure by glancing at his paw slowly circling his needy clothed cock. But his mind for some reason was making up Wade’s presence.

It clicks- his body had been craving something he couldn’t pinpoint. But it wasn't something- it was someone. The man who had introduced him to the kink- well who had activated it so to say- Wade.

This left Logan with a choice once again, divulge in the desires of his body [CORRECTION- IM A NEED NOT JUST A DESIRE,BUB- THANK YOU VERY MUCH]-...or just quickly jerk off by himself, no voice to egg him on.

Grumbling loudly, Wolverine’s eyes close tightly as he leans into his gloved hand.

‘Good, Kitty. Why don’t you let that little thing free? I wanna see you get those paws dirty.’

As much as Logan hated that voice at times, it was doing a lot for him right now- causing a rush of pure delight with every word spoken.

Maybe since it was his mind and not the actual Wade, he was more willing to be so vulnerable in his posture and in action as he whimpered, “I want you here…not just your stupid voice.”

Wolvie’s hand frees his cock, the rush of chilled air causing him to tense for a moment before relaxing as the shushing of the disembodied voice fills his mind.

‘I’ll be back soon to help you out, kitty. But for now you have to deal with just my voice…’

Another whine expels from his lips as the feeling of faux fur begins to stroke himself, the rough carpet burn feeling at the fabric’s friction against his skin is more pleasurable then Logan ever imagined.

Looking into the mirror, flashing his teeth as his nose scrunches- Wolvie couldn’t help how pathetic he was looking, and the voice seemed pleased by the sight.

‘Look how pretty you look. Such a cute sight. Why don’t you act like this when I’m actually fucking you?’

The voice’s question makes Logan chuckle but quickly is interrupted by a gasp as his pawed hand stroked past the tip- which had become hypersensitive from his previous denial of attention to it.

“Normally- you can’t take yourself seriously for more than 5 seconds- always needing a new quip before you do anything-...you’re never serious…hard to want to- I guess be vulnerable to a man like that…”

The mutant wasn’t sure why he had just let the truth spill like that, perhaps the friction of this foreign texture on his dick being just enough of a distraction that he wasn’t thinking about what found its way out of his mouth.

A new warmth pressed against Logan’s back, a phantom body blanketing over him as the voice somehow invades his ears more.

‘You afraid I’m going to make fun of you, kitty? Maybe a light teasing here and there to see you flush- but you know If you told me not to I would refrain…to the best of my abilities.’

‘“Even my own thoughts can’t fully convince me-” He grunts, his paw tightening on the counter as his body tenses- his climax becoming closer and closer with each unforgiving tug.

[Is there a tag for this? Confessing sex insecurities to the voice of my situation-ship in my head while wearing catplay gear?]

‘You know I’m a little more than just your thoughts…I’m what you’re needing- what you crave. I’m the one person you can’t finish without.’ A phantom tongue drags along the neck of the quivering man, his legs wobbling as his chest soon pressed against the counter.

‘Deep down you know I’m just your Wade- with a little less quips…but other than that, I’m simply Wade. The only real difference is you’re still too scared to be fully vulnerable with him- but because you can take away what you're afraid of him saying through me…you think of me as perfect.’

The response that bellowed from Logan was a mixture of a moan and a grunt- gritting his teeth as he looked into the mirror- his eyes meeting themselves.

Staring into his own soul.

This embodiment of Deadpool subconsciously being developed in his mind having a fair point.

One last brush of the fabric against his cock and he cums against the drawers below the counter.

As he pants while the high of his climax lingers over him, the voice returns for one final message.

‘Don’t be afraid- show me- show him’

The adrenaline quickly subsided as he scratched his neck- he could still feel the phantom spit teasing his skin but it soon washes away along with the warmth in his stomach.

Wolvie stares into the mirror, a new set of clarity making him reflect on the words said to him and the vision as a whole- his own mind produced a Wade simply to help him, in more ways than just simply talking him through masturbating.

These past few weeks had filled him with conflicting feelings, and this was like the icing on top of a mountain of shitty cake that’s been baking inside his mind.

Wolverine wasn’t afraid of much- hell not anything really.

But his own feelings- that was a demon he kept at a distance.

A distance so far away, no one in this reality was aware of how deep his past morphed his feelings into his every waking moment- every thought meant to keep others away- just that he was a new Wolverine who is here to help this timeline .His past is not known in this timeline in detail- other than by Wade.

They bonded by this feeling, this shared feeling that they both were fuck- ups, but atleast Logan could change that for Wade in this world- this had made them close- pushing Wade past his own walls he’d set up.

He was deeper than anyone before- other than those he failed by staying in that damned bar.

Was he scared of failing Wade too?

Finally he utters something, a hiss as he begins taking the ears and tails off- tossing them into the box. The paws slipped off slowly and brought over to the broken laundry basket and were tossed inside.

As he goes up to take off the collar- he stops. Examining the soft ring that echoed as he gently teased the blue leather with his finger.

“Don’t be afraid…show me…show him…” Logan repeats above a whisper, something clicking.

That wasn’t just phantom Wade talking about himself, that was Logan’s inner consciousness asking to show him being vulnerable.

His mind wants to let Wade in but another part of him has been fighting that urge tooth and nail.

Fighting him from getting too close- to touch the softest part of him and still look at him the same.

But for anything to change…for the two to ever continue down this path they had stumbled down- he couldn’t keep fending off the other’s attempt to get closer- or his own mind for the matter.

As his mind continued to work, his hands began packing away the boxes back into the large shipping container they had arrived in, cleaning the mess he had made- and finally zipping up his pants as he stared at the closed box.

Unlocking the bathroom door, he drags the box out and brings it to the side of the couch facing away from the front door.

He couldn’t continue exploring the contents…not without the one person he couldn’t keep off his mind.

Show him- let him through the walls.

Let him in.

How hard could that be?

Settling into the couch, a hand gently scratching behind Mary Puppins ear as he relaxed into the blankets and cushions under him.

Eyes shutting as he attempted to think on how to actually let the other past walls he’d had fortified over decades of solitude.

Soften up? Maybe- or perhaps Wade would think he is a variant of some kind that replaced himself.

Talk? He shivered- that wasn’t his forte.

Suddenly, Dogpool jumps from her spot next to Logan and hops up onto his lap, gently pawing at his neck as she licks his cheek.

A claw strikes the bell still adorning his neck- and Logan looks down at the dog as an idea clicks.

“What are you doing, Mary?” His voice is soft, carefully pushing her away from his face before setting her on the couch beside him- scratching the wrinkly skin behind her ear.

If Logan can’t be vulnerable normally- he’s going to get vulnerable in a kinky way.

Fuck maybe Wade’s sex pest ways have really rubbed off on him.

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Logan’s eyes darted open at the smell of blood encrusted fabric filling his nose- Wade had returned.

His head rose from the cushion he had been sleeping on and he looked to the door- the scent heaviest from there.

But is quickly surprised as a voice sounds from behind him.
“What a bad dog. Getting into stuff I told you to stay out of. I saw most of the seals were unbroken- so atleast you didn’t go through all of it.” The voice teases, leaning over Wolvie’s head and looking down at him from behind the couch.

Logan’s head shoots up, eyes softening but his expression staying the same as he saw the merc overhead.

Maybe Wilson was expecting a different reaction- something of anger or irritation- but what he wasn’t expecting was needy hands grasping his head and bringing their face inches apart. A finger easily slipped the bottom of the mask out of the way until just his mouth was exposed- and in quick succession their lips collided, a sloppy kiss keeping the two together for a few seconds before Wade pulled away in shock.

“Did I miss some off camera character building?” The man questions, licking his lips as he tasted the other on his mouth- a delightful flavor.

“I want you…” Logan utters, his eyes still transfixed on the other above him.

[What-]

A long silence fills the air, but the smirk on Wade’s face indicates his response.

Their lips return to each other, Wade’s clothed hands reaching down under that white tank top and brushing against his chest hairs while Logan was doing his best to get suffocated by the lips against him.

[I'm so glad Logan didn’t find the bunny ears and tail I bought for myself- I couldn’t let him have all the fun being the pet]

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No smut, just fluff. 

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Nothing crazy- just something stupid lol.

Hopefully can get the next actual written chapter out by Friday.

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That hand planted onto Wolvie’s chest, stroking and pulling at the hairs that sprang from him, began to descend downward- squeezing that firm chest before following the happy trail to Wade’s happy place.

Logan’s needy lips and hands- pulling and dragging Wade closer and closer like he was some siren trying to drag him into the sea’s mysterious depths.

The kiss is abandoned as Wade pulls away- his hand lurching back up to the other’s shoulder- He looks down at the mutant, staring down at needy eyes and much needier lips.

“Is that collar too tight on you, kitty? You’re acting like some druggie who just got your crack house goodie bag.” The man jests as he gently pats the other’s cheek with his clothed hand.

Wolverine whines, rolling around to now face the other behind him as he grips the couch cushion with a glare.

Wade curiously steps back, watching the other intently- sizing up this dangerous animal. He takes a few steps over to the box, never looking away from Logan as he reaches inside the box- deeper than the mutant had explored and pulls out a thicker blue leather leash.

“I unboxed some things while you were sleeping- though I left some other things we still need to unbox together.”As he strides over to the front of the couch, Logan slowly shifts to keep his eyes on him.

In a flash Wade is pounced on by a growling Wolvie, a thud sounding out as their bodies slam into the floor- a very quiet Logan propping himself onto his hands and knees, gazing down at the surprised but very aroused masked man.

[Either it’s the concussion or a boner forming- but my blood is rushing somewhere]

Wade reaches up and yanks the bell collar, clicking the clip of the leash and hooking the other in and yanking it to assure it would hold.

“What has gotten into you?” Wade questions as desperate hands reach up behind his neck and Wolverine’s hands begin slowly unzipping the red suit.

Before those desperate hands can continue- a hand is placed against the silent mutant’s chest, a confused expression upon Wade’s face.

“As turned on as I am, I’m concerned…you said 3 words and now nothing at all- not even to tell me to shut up- and now you’ve quite literally jumped me to get in my drawls-“

Logan stares down at the other, his brow furrowing as he hoped he wouldn’t have to utter the words again. For as much as he wanted to be submissive and allow the other in- like his body was practically begging for- freeing the words from his lips was more challenging.

“....I want you- is that not clear?”

“No, that's very clear from the way you're trying to have a lightsaber battle down there-” Wade says, pointing to the mutant’s lowered hips- bringing their crotches closer and lightly brushing against each other with each motion.

The hand against the other’s chest gently pushes him back before he speaks again. “I’m talking about the grabbing- the silence- the pouncing- it’s just not you. I’m just…worried.”

A whine spills from the older man’s lips, as he sits up and rubs his hands against his face before pushing back his hair, which is quick to fluff back up into shape. He arises off of the other, but sits down on the floor beside him since the leash wouldn’t let him get far.

“Come on, kitty. Tell me…” Wade pleads as he sits upright and glances to the other, the leash still in his grasp. Scooting closer to Logan he gently tilts his head to make eye contact with the other, who was doing his best to avoid it.

A thought crosses the older mutant’s thoughts-’This was a lot easier when Wade was just a stupid voice in my head and I was wearing…’- Looking to his hands he watches them flex, an idea beaming to the front of his mind as he finally looks to the man across from him.

Taking the leash into his grasp, he tugs on it as he stands up to encourage the other to follow- and Wade does so with a puzzled look. Pulling them both over to the box before searching inside the boxes with a goal in mind. Before Logan can open up a box, his collar is tugged on and he is forced to look at the man on the other end.

“We still need to open some of that together…if you need something in there- then let’s sit down and go through it- I mean that’s what I wanted to do until someone decided to put their claws in the cookie jar.” Wade’s hands gently tug the leash, slowly leaning down to begin dragging the box.

Without speaking, Logan nods and helps push the box over to the edge of their folded out bed and is quick to sit down and pat the spot next to him. The spot is quickly occupied by the other, their arms brushing against each other as the box sat between them.

Logan attempts to reach for a box isnide- but is stopped by another yank of the leash.

For a moment he growls as he looks back- but as he looked back to the box he went quiet and settled back into the spot on the couch. Let him in, the mantra repeated in his head.

“Good boy…-” The words were uncertain as Wade spoke them- unsure if he was correct to praise the behavior- but seeing the other waiting patiently with no look of hatred for the actions, his confidence in the situation returned.

“I wanna show what I bought for you kitty- can’t have you getting your hands all over everything before I can see your reaction to them.” The man assures as he leans down and picks up an opened box- but this one was not one that Logan had gotten his hands on earlier.

“You missed these when you got into the other boxes- “ Deadpool whispers as he pushes the package into Wolverine's lap- gesturing for him to open it.

Slowly Wolvie’s hands open up the box, the sight of dark brown fluff immediately exciting him. He prayed to whatever damned thing above this didn’t have some pavlovian reaction.

[If it doesn’t happen to him- it might certainly happen to me]

Pulling the item out- just as carefully as before he finds that they’re some kind of sock, or more accurately a thigh high sock that had an indent of a pawprint at the sole. His thumbs graze over the textured light pink and black speckled paw that was on it- his antsy fingers tapping against it as he was desperate to slip it on.

“Don’t worry- you can put them on in just a second…I need you to look at a few other things-” Wade’s hands are quick to return the item back inside the box, pulling out a strange unlabeled box and shaking the contents to provide a hint on what’s inside.

A sharp nail- there was no need for claws to bypass the tape- slits the tape sealing the box shut and even before Logan can pull the box flaps open a scent bombards his senses- it was the cinnamon scent he had picked up on earlier. Reaching inside he pulls out a teal box- a familiar cartoon dog upon the front.

“Scooby snacks?” The older man questions as he waves the box, the treats inside rattle against the inside.

“All dogs like treats- besides, we don’t have to use them. I just wanted to try it out.” The other assures as he reaches back into the box to grab something else- while Logan was eyeing the treats before quietly unpacking the box to try one out. He’d never seen actual Scooby snacks, just in cartoon form, so he was interested how they tasted. A slow hand reaching in and snagging the bone shaped treat- it really did look like something you’d find in the pet aisle. In one quick motion he eats the treat whole, crunching and chewing as the sweetness mingled in his mouth- Wolvie was definitely down for the idea of using them as treats…he’d have to see how his mind felt about it.

Wade finally finds the box- it was the same brand as the others, another set of gear? The box is placed onto the mutant’s lap while his free hand takes the treats away from him.

Already knowing what he is to do, he works to open the box- which wasn’t hard as this one seemed to be one of the few Deadpool had opened. Inside, a new set of colors popped out from the packaging that surrounded it- red and black. His hands peel away the stuffing to get a better look and he finds red and black bunny ears, a fluffy tail, similar socks as his, and a red harness that looked like it was meant to secure around the hips.

“I couldn’t let you have all the fun- so I may have bought a little something for myself-”

It didn’t seem to register at first for Logan that this was even for Wade- but now as he takes in the color again, it did make sense.

And something inside him flurries from the depths as a rogue thumb stroked over the fur of the tail- imagining how it might feel brushing against his stomach as he had the other below him, relentlessly pounding him from behind, holding onto those faux ears to tilt the other’s head to look into the white eyes of that mask .

[Please Wolvie don’t tease me with theoretical backshots]

“Don’t get so excited, kitty-” Wade says, pointing to the boner of Logan’s that was flush against his jeans.

Suddenly the box of bunny items is snatched from the other and put back into the larger box.

“You don’t get that…yet.” Wolvie wishes to growl, but simply flares his teeth for a moment.

“Only good boys who listen get to fuck me- Well unless you pay- but we both know you won’t spend a dime for sex you know you’ll get for free if you show those greasy tits long enough.” Wade speaks as he delves back into the box, pulling out a familiar box and setting it onto the others lap- gathering up the thigh highs from another section of the box and tossing them to the man sitting next to him- along with a black harness Logan had failed to notice that were inside with the thigh highs.

“I won’t blueball you any longer- get undressed and put these on…we can save the other stuff for another time.” Deadpool releases the collar from his grasp and] faces away from the other.

The man had an inkling this was rather too intimate for the kitty to do in front of others, and decided it best to let him put the items on privately.

Logan was glad he didn’t have to ask, cause as soon as the items hit his lap and the realization he has to actually put them on in front of the other made him nervous. Like wearing your first superhero suit- always wondering if it was too yellow or not…wondering if you looked stupid- or like a giant highlighter as Wade had claimed one time before.

His clothes don’t take long to strip off, sliding his shirt off and maneuvering the leash through the neck hole to toss it, and then his jeans are kicked off and his boxers following soon after.

Now that was the easy part- he’d done that a million times over the years. But the next step he took his time- an uneasy feeling settling upon him as he worried of the response the masked man would have of him.

It forces his hand to hesitate- hovering over the objects as he teeters with the idea of not doing it.

“You got this, kitty.” Wade’s voice reassures…but it did not come from the one in front of him- no this was the voice of the anti-hero that had embedded itself into his mind.

A deep sigh trails from his nose, his hand clutching the fur below him and beginning to set the items into place.

And before long he was adorned in his ears, tail -which clipped to the harness- and his newly acquired thigh highs that also had a built in clip that attached to the harness to keep them from slipping. The only thing keeping him decent was the now empty box covering up his lap.

“Done.” Logan mumbled, looking to the ground to avoid the first look at his appearance.

Wade is quick to spin on his heels, eyeing his precious kitty wearing the fluffy new items. The long fluffy tail curled along the other’s side made him more than excited to have a new thing to yank on when fucking him.

“How cute you look, kitty. You’re missing something though…the paws!” Before Logan could even react to the words Wade had rushed off to the bathroom to collect them- how he knew they were in there was a question Logan didn’t wish to ask.

While the other was collecting the last piece to the outfit, it gave Wolvie time to think on when Wade had complimented him…normally he would usually ignore it- or snap for the other to shut up- or blush. Maybe all at the same time. But right now, he just wanted to…purr? Purr and bury his face against the other’s chest- get lost in the scent of him as they pressed their bodies so close that they probably would fuse.

Who knew in his most vulnerable state he grew clingy?

[*Raises hand*]

As the masked man returns with the wet paws- seemingly having been washed, he slaps them against the box on the other’s lap.

“Here, kitty- get dressed.”

And with the command given, Logan does it with no hesitation- looking up at the other once the task is finished- awaiting another.

Picking up the leash that he’s released a moment ago, he pulls on it gently as the bell rings out- his white eyes focusing on the other eyes, having spotted something inside them calling him in. His senses tingle with desire- a desire that begged to bend the kitty over the couch and put that tail to the test.

“What is it, kitty? What do you want?” Wade questions, walking right in front of the other as he pushes the large box out of their way- his eyes trained upon the soft expression over the other’s face.

As soon as Wade is in front of him, Wolvie leans forward and rests his chin upon the other's torso, his eyes still looking up to the other- pleading with him. His paws rests themselves onto the other’s sides- gently toying with the other’s belt. It felt almost natural to fall into this way of acting- like it had always been a part of him, just never let out for others to see.

“Fuck me, Wade…” Those lips purr out as his paws tug onto the belt harder, his face soon nuzzling against the other’s stomach.

To say Wade was surprised at the forwardness and the lustful way the words escaped the other was an understatement- he was pretty sure he came right then and there- but no the other had to nuzzle him like some needy animal trying to get your attention causing him to ache in the restraints of his suit.

“Fuck-” Wade gasped out as he reaches back- gripping his own zipper and quickly manuerving it down, having to adjust his arm to get it fully down his back. His suit is soon being pulled off his upper body- Wolvie’s pawed hands gently pushing the fabric down as he maintains eye contact while Wade is trying to keep it together watching the other- usually more aggressive even when being fucked- shows a softer side he never knew the other had.

Soon the suit is peeled down to his ankles- his boxers underneath. Of course this was one of the few times Wade had decided to not go commando when in suit. A fuzzy beard is brushing against the tent in them as soft paws are also massaging the fabric that hid the cock from view.

“Kitty-” Wade attempts to say but is stopped by a wet tongue sliding against the fabric of his boxers, the tip of his cock being lapped at by the desperate Wolvie’s tongue.

“Easy kitty- sit back.” Wade gets out and the mutant below him slowly rocks back in his spot- his eyes finally breaking contact to stare at the boner he was eye level with. Wade takes the leash and drags his fingers along the leather until he reaches the kitten’s neck, his fingers reaching up to the other’s chin and opening up the other’s mouth with a forceful thumb.

“Open wide- I wanna see how well these ears can stay on with your head being thrown around.” The words spill out and Logan’s mouth opens wider at the command- his eyes glancing up to the man above him to assure it was wide enough.

Deadpool’s free hands push down the hem of his boxers- freeing his cock and it springs out into the open air- earning a whine from the needy mutant he kept inches away. With a thrusts of his hips, the tip of his cock rockets to the back of the other’s throat- causing the man below to sputter for a moment- but the paws clenching onto his hips almost forcing him to keep thrusting into his throat gives him the all clear.

His thrusts take a moment to find their rhythm, but it doesn’t seem to matter as Logan seems just happy to have the other’s cock in his mouth- drool pooling from his lips and coating the throbbing member [Leave this shit on wattpad author-] thrashing the insides of his mouth.

The twinge of pain Wolvie feels with each slam into his throat- the way his body for a moment begs to gag around the object invading his throat but is stopped by the healing factor silencing the irritation. All he can do is whimper and hum as he faces the onslaught upon his mouth with delight.

A mutilated hand grips onto the fluffy hair on the other’s head to help guide his cock in, earning a satisfied hum from the man below him which stimulates more senses inside Wade. His fingers find their way near the ears and tries his best to not actually tug on them- but to be fair they were holding in place pretty well.

A few more thrusts and Wade feels the familiar feeling pooling inside his gut, and quickened his pace in response as he gazes down upon the mutant he was walloping with his dick.

“Don’t swallow- you keep it in your mouth…” Deadpool gives the command and is provided a hum in response.

When the time comes and Wade bites his lips to keep the exasperated moan from spilling out, his cock begins to flood the other’s mouth- and to make it easier on the other he made sure to pull out slightly so it wouldn’t trickle down the other’s throat.

As his high continued, he felt his cock finish spasming out the last of his climax, and he drew his cock from the other’s lips, a satisfying pop sounding as it passed them. Without needing to ask Logan already opened his mouth, showing the cum lathering his tongue and dripping from parts of his teeth and the top of the palette in his mouth.

“Good boy- Don’t swallow until I say.”

A whimper flows from the older man’s throat, but is quickly comforted by a pet from the hand still rested in his hair.

“I know, kitty- but I need to make sure you can listen to rules- since you seem to have a problem with that-” A paw slaps the other’s stomach- gently of course. Wade chuckles and tilts the other’s mouth closed.

“Just get on your hands and knees, kitty cat.” The man teases and the mutant wastes no time scooching further onto their bed, rolling onto his hands and knees as he makes sure to keep the leash untangled.

Since his hands were now empty, he occupied his cock with one of them to not only coat it with spit but to also help himself get hard once more. And it didn’t take long with the sight he was provided, that tail close to his chest as he brought himself closer.

Two spit soaked fingers lurch forward and tease the other by doing slow traces along his hole, listening to the desperate whines that are expelled from the other at the action.

“What is it, kitty? Use your words.” Wade’s fingers gently put a gentle pressure on his touch but never entered inside him.

“I need you…inside me…” Logan mumbles past his filled mouth as his hips push back against the fingers, begging for them to slink inside him and please him.

“How badly do you need me to be inside you?” Wade was absolutely basking in this dynamic- he’s always figured this is a pipe dream. He’d gotten to fuck the other before- but having the other whine like a bitch to have him inside him while his cum was still coating his mouth- it was heaven.

“I need you badly…I want you…”

[Boner Alert]

To appease the other, his fingers finally stop torturing him and slowly begin to slide inside, only taking a moment to adjust before slamming in and out. This earns Wade a muffled moan, Logan trying to obey the command he was given previously.

“Good boy- Swallow.”

His throat is loudly heard as he swallows down the cum, a shiver as the taste lingers in Wolvie’s mouth. But his mouth soon opens again to free the gasps and grunts that came from the fingers abusing is insided, curling and thrust with no real pace- just moving to cause a reaction from the pet.

Soon Wade frees him from the unsteady pace as his fingers are slid out suddenly, earning a whimper- and even watching as those hips sway needily, the tail wagging against his chest.

Gripping the tail he lines himself up and with a slow beginning thrust, adjusting to the warmth- only to be shocked by Logan’s body pulsing around him- squeezing his cock with an unforgiving pressure as a purr stammers its way past the other’s lips.

Wade wastes no more time and thrusts in- angling his hips slightly- and pulling out a different angle. His pace was similar to before- in that they are a bit unsteady at first but find a rhythm that both seem to enjoy- especially Logan as his paws were clenching the bed and his mouth couldn’t stop gasping and moaning from each action.

And Wade was certainly loving it too- not just the fucking- obviously that was arousing- but seeing the other just needing and begging for him, like being without him would make the mostly immortal man die. How in this gear his mean mugging Wolverine was gone and he was left with just Wolvie- a pet who needed his master more than air itself and would do anything for him.

The jingling of the bell is mixed with the pleasurable sounds of sex, every thrust sending the bell ringing out another melody that seemed to compliment each sound spewing from Wolvie’s lips- atleast to Wade it did.

[Who doesn’t enjoy a sex symphony? -quite literally music to my ears]

Soon their bodies both begin to show signs of reaching their peaks, but Wolvie was tensing much more- showing he was much closer then Wade. So pressing his chest against the other;s back, he reaches a hand down onto the other’s cock- his thumb quickly covering the tip.

“Oh no, kitty…this is special…We’re going to cum at the same time…” Wade whispers into the ear of his pet, who squirmed for a moment as his sensitive neglected cock is touched but quickly leans into the man on top of him as he accepts it.

As Logan grows closer and closer, his teeth clench and his noises become a series of hisses- his hips grinding against the hand that held his cock- but stopping as he tries to keep his climax at bay.

The sloppy thrusts begin as Wade nears, his grasp upon the cock in his hand tightening, earning a yelp from the kitty under him. Looking to the other’s paws he could see that his actual claws had ripped the fabric- but weren’t full length.

Another whisper with one last thrusts gives Wolvie the permission to cum as Wade’s cock twitches and coats his insides while his hand is also coated.

Instead of Wade’s usual act of riding his high, he simply pants as he keeps his cock buried deep in the other, his cock being treated by the spasms that allow the other to climax.

They lay there for a moment, Wolvie looking to his now fully extended claws and seeing that the paws actually held up from them being unsheathed.

After the room settles into the sound of quiet pants- and soft bell rings occasionally as Wolvie’s body gently rocked from the pleasure still spasming through his body. Wade tries to pull out but is stopped by a paw reaching back and clinging onto the hips pressed bare against his ass.

“D-don’t…I want you to stay inside…” Logan purrs, his front half lowering into the bed as he planted his face into a nearby pillow and just basked in the feeling of being filled.

“Do you want to cuddle like this? Or just for a few more minutes?”

Wolvie’s head pops back up, his hips lightly wagging as something seems to excite him.

“Sleep inside me…” His lips purr out and they both seem to flush a red color as the idea enters the air.

[This fic isn’t tagged with cockwarming- but just take it as a treat for reading this far.]

It had been a long while since Wade had been allowed to do such a thing- and it was something he’d never done with Wolvie- or never was allowed to do, though he suggested it many times…he wonders how many times his pet denied himself the feeling of being stuffed because it would mean being submissive to the other.

Wade doesn’t want to shoot a gift horse in the mouth, so he simply crawls onto the bed and helps the other sink onto his stomach. His body stays blanketed over the other- as when he tries to roll onto his side he earns a whine of annoyance.

Grabbing a blanket he pulls it over the two of them, making sure that both of their lower halves were covered- but anyone looking at them could tell what was transpiring underneath the fabric.

“Can you take the ears off?” Wolvie mumbles, as the cock deep inside him begins to go soft.“Bad enough I get caught with you up my ass-but with ears on…I might just have to kill them.”

There his normal Wolvie was, and Deadpool kissed his neck upon his return to normalcy- and of course his hand freed the ears from his head and tossed them back into the slightly ajar box not far away.

“Did you have fun, kitty?” Wade draws the words out, his fingers diving into the fluffy hair before him and massaging the mutant’s scalp.

“...yeah…” A quiet voice responds, and Wade could feel the heat rising to their face.

“Well- next time…how about, puppy fucks bunny?” And almost immediately those hips wag, causing Wade to moan as he tries to keep his now hard cock inside.

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Wade actually left his ass in the car.

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Some divine- or rather- spiteful intervention was keeping the two apart, one of their last moments together being huddled on their couch [Where I was balls deep and content].

But waking up from the ringing of their TVA issued tempad a few hours after- frightening both of them to their feet.

Once both were more presentable they were provided with instructions that placed the duo across separate timelines- Deadpool is sent to await the arrival of some animalistic deboned version of Wolverine, and Logan is left in their home timeline awaiting the arrival of a grotesque mutilation of Deadpool.

From the briefing they were provided, these two variants had created a ‘partnership’- or something more acquainted with a Symbiosis relationship- forging a bond where Wade Variant used the metal-less Wolverine as some kind of pet to use at his will- and Wade provided his ‘pet’ with the freewill to kill and mutilate to his heart's desires.

[Author believes some may not know this so he asks me to provide some context. With the poisonous metal, Adamantium, stripped from his skeleton- Wolvie’s mutation will progress him toward an animalistic state- also having him growing larger and more beastly- can already feeling littlepool trying to breach containment just at the thought- but this Variant being described is basically the wildest and bordering on furry version of him.]

But unfortunately this relationship turned sour and the two split off- intent on leaving the void and wreaking havoc on each other’s worlds.

What the TVA knows is that the deadpool variant- which Wade has so affectionately named ‘Mutantpool’, because of the variant’s original mutation clashing with the healing factor and making his skin appear bubbly and his limbs to be all varying lengths-has hair but all scattered in little patches across his body- Mutantpool is following through the rip brute forced by the fellow Deadpool’s of the void [Thanks bald bitch] and the Wolverine had found a way to return to Mutantpool’s universe- Where Wade was stationed.

This sting operation had been going on for a few hours- much to the annoyance of Wade who was hoping to be bent over a couch by now feeling the weight of metal skeleton rocking his world…and now here he was in some off brand version of home awaiting some freak to arrive so he can kick their ass and send them back to the void. He was very disappointed in the TVA’s poor timing- but they specified they couldn’t pinpoint his arrival as how he enters the timeline is still unsure…just that this is his destination and he will reach it.

Or Maybe they lied to annoy him- that felt more plausible.

But unluckily for the TVA- Wade could be much more annoying, especially when it comes to being away from a certain grunting and growling mutant.

With enough pestering- 4th wall tapping- and just generally being Wade Wilson, the TVA provided him with a break to go see his ‘not friend', and Wade was more than ecstatic to see the patrol taking his place at the event in time before he walked through the portal they begrudgingly opened for him.

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As much as the switch from pet mode to patrol was a bit of a harsh one, Wolvie was taking the time apart much better than Wade…on the outside at least. Unlike the way Deadpool was verbally assaulting the TVA agents who were assigned to watch over the event he was managing- Logan was more quiet in his approach to his neediness, in that he just wasn’t speaking, only offering grunts and nods to the information he was given.

He was situated on the top of a building, overlooking where the supposed rip was meant to open and the deadpool he was meant to meet will appear from. It was akin to a sting op, and he was the officer patiently awaiting the deal to take place so he could jump in.

And just like a sting op, it was boring as hell.

The strange zing noise, akin to that of metal scraping against itself, sounded off closeby behind Wolverine, causing his attention to be drawn to the source, his claws unsheathing out of instinct…but seeing the rectangle shape of the portal he calms down, but his weapons stay out.

Seeing the red and black color schemed suit, his foot lurched back to aid in the pounce he had readied. But he pauses as his nose twitches, inhaling the familiar scent, one of the rustic smell of blood- the pungent stench of cheap food on his breath- the sweat infesting that disgusting suit.

Even with the many Deadpool variants both of them have encountered, none could replicate just the deplorable smell that seeped from the suit. Normally he would be well acquainted with the smell- especially when he was nose deep into the neck of the fabric, inhaling the fumes like if he took in any actual good air he would die- even when clean, that aroma could never seem to fully leave each thread.

[I missed laundry day…like a lot.]

It also wasn’t hard to tell when as soon as the merc spotted the bright yellow suit he called out, “Easy, Scissorhands- I just came to see you.”

Logan reaches up and covers his nose, facing away from the Wade he knew was his own, his blades sinking back into his skin with a hiss as it sliced the air on its descent.

“Jeez, bub…Couldn’t atleast fall in a river or something- you smell like you’re actively rotting…” The wolverine grumbles as he only offers a side glance before needing to calm his overwhelmed senses with some fresh air.

Pulling his suit to his face, Wade takes a deep inhale- and feels his nose cringe as he finally breaks the barrier that allowed him to stand his own smell. But even taking in this rancid scent, it was akin to his normal stench…maybe a bit more muck from the timeline he’d just been stationed in, but more or less this was his normal scent.

“I think you’ve just been away from me for too long…-” Wade swiftly approaches, a low whisper escaping as he finishes his sentence. “-Puppy..”

Wovie growls at the words, but he doesn’t move or attempt to face the other, just allowing his face to fluster as he avoids any kind of eye contact.

A red gloved hand slicks its black tips along the collar of the other’s suit, dragging his fingers along the line where a collar normally would have rested. With a light yank, Wade leaned his head over the other’s shoulder as he felt the mutant shift under his touch.

“...We’re on the job…” Logan mumbles, stopping every fiber of his being that ached to free them both of their respectives suits and get down to animalistic business- but a few too many factors made him hyper focus on their tasks at hand, but he could only hold strong for so long.

Those fingers tease and stroke the back of the mutant’s neck, eager to get a reaction out of him- but what it seems to stir up surprises both of them.

Before his glove can explore any further a forceful elbow strikes him in the gut, leaving Wade slump as he reacts to the sharp pain before it quickly subsides. As fast as he had been attacked he felt hands gripping the collar of his suit, holding it tight as a growl bellowed from Logan’s gut.

The two were now faced to face, though one unmasked and the other not. The voice of their own breathing echoing in each other's ears as their eyes stared at each other.

“Soooooo…We gonna fuck or fight?…cause i’m down for both.” Wade chirps as he tilts his head, offering a smirk from behind the mask, and earns an annoyed sigh from Logan.

A few more seconds pass as the stare continues, a strange feeling lingering in the air the longer the eye contact is held.

Suddenly a hand rushes up Deadpool’s neck, pulling the mask up in its wake just past his nose. As the build up of fabric blinds Wade, a set of lips rush against his own, the tickle of that familiar beard a comforting sensation more than the actual kiss.

It doesn’t take long for this kiss to be reciprocated, Wade tilting his head to allow them to sink deeper into each other. The red gloves attempt to reach up to grasp the hair that was finely shaped into points but they are swiftly snatched by tense hands, forcing the hands back to the man’s side as the ravenous kiss continues.

As he holds the other hands down, Logan lips migrate downward, nipping and kissing at the cancerous skin of Wade’s neck.

“We’re on the job~” The words are parroted from Wolvie’s own whine only moments ago.

Their feet begin stumbling in sync before they collide with the door that exited onto this roof they were making out on. As Wade’s head collided with the solid metal door- a hand reached up and forcefully covered his mouth and that mouth showing all that affection to his neck moved up and whispered something into his ear.

“Shut it, bunny.”

[Yep, there goes number 207…]

A shiver ripples through Wade’s body at the words, one of his now freed hands bracing himself against the door behind him after fixing his mask so he could see.

For once Wade hoped that the problem of those two variants would take care of themselves so he could drag his needy mutt home and get plowed like they were both desperately yearning for.

Their chests embrace, Logan’s needy hips grinding desperately against the other’s crotch- bringing them both to an uncomfortable erection as their lips were reunited.

This sweet embrace does not last long, as the whir of a TVA portal reopening nearby sends Wolvie flying over to the ledge he was originally scouring over. In the motion of his movement, he secured his winged hood over his head- an attempt to hide his embarrassed complexion as his expression returned to that of his usual brooding.

Wade, who was stunned and still felt he was being ravished by a phantom, slowly reaches up and slips his mask down- not properly tucking it in but just enough that his now shiny lips weren’t visible. His tongue laps at the remains of where Wolverine had so kindly left a bit of spit in his wake, wondering if he would ever get that same reaction again.

Soon an agent exits the newly appeared portal, glancing at the Wolverine- who is perched like a gargoyle on the ledge. Then their eyes are drawn to the red anti-hero popping into their view.

“Sir, there has been a surge upon the D2 Variant’s timeline, Commander is requesting your return.” The agent speaks, their voice robotic as they spew the trained language- a habit engrained in each of these agents after a good brain wipe.
Wade waves a hand at the agent, not only beckoning them to shut up but to get the stick out of their ass while also shuffling his legs to hide his very present erection.

“Yeah- Yeah- I’ll go through…just let me say bye to my ‘friend’.” He says before turning over to the leering Logan, the mutant’s eyes trained on anything but the man he was just pinning against a wall and humping like his life depended on it.

[To be fair if his life was depending on it, you’d think he’d throw a lil tongue my way at least]

As they reach each other, Wade glances back and sees the agent watching them. He offers an annoyed glare, throwing his hands up before flicking his hand at them.

“Bitch- did I say you could stay? Go!” Wade calls, and the agent jumps in a bit of surprise- probably because they didn’t expect such a response but they obey the order and tilt their head in understanding before entering the portal.

Deadpool turns back to the mutant, a hand gently patting his back as he leaned forward but kept their faces apart.

“I’ll see you at home…mutt.”

With that, and one last lingering feel of the other’s back muscles under that suit-

[I couldn’t help myself]

He walks over to the portal, and blows a kiss before entering.

The portal zings closed, and Logan- who had perked up at the nickname was now staring at where the portal had gone.

A whine falls from his lips unintentionally and is quickly suppressed with a cough, moving off the ledge but instead leaning against it while standing upright.

Lingering on his lips was the taste of Wade, a flavor that was comforting and tasted a lot like the tacos from the food truck they usually visited after a particularly long fight. His tongue drags along his lips, taking in every last drop of the other that was left on him, his erection becoming unbearable in his suit- it wasn’t his smartest move to grind boners together when they both had variants to fight and no time to deal with it. But to be fair- Wade had stirred up the puppy in him, and that puppy was just showing his excitement.

Logan’s eyes glanced over the streets- there was no portal in sight…but just how the TVA agent had interrupted him before, it wasn’t any safe to jerk off…but he needed to ease himself somehow.

As a hand reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration- an idea floods into his mind.

That damned scent of Wade’s was still faint on his palms from where had held the other in place, and just catching it made his tense shoulders ease up.

Before he divulged this anymore, he glanced around to just assure he was truly alone.

His nose then is pushed deep into the creases of his glove, slowly drawing in the remnants of the other’s scent, this damned scent seeming to be the only thing that could make him even hornier just by inhaling it.

Suddenly, a familiar voice infiltrates his mind, a chill traveling down his spine and making his legs wobble for a moment.

‘What are you doing, mutt? Do you miss me that bad?’

The voice of Wade returning when he really needed him- like his pathetic actions was some bat signal for the facade of his ‘not friend’ he’d kept hidden away.

Instead of responding, Logan simply shut his eyes- keeping his ears on high alert but allowing his other senses to relax as he suffocated himself with his own glove.

A phantom hand traces along the back of his suit, a long line being traced along his spine before pausing in the middle of his back and allowing his hand to begin tracing a circle. The voice begins again in the middle of the hand's actions, seemingly surrounding him as the volume was steady from all angles.

‘Poor Puppy, didn’t get to fuck me- now you’ve blue balled yourself…tsk tsk’

A growl ripples past his lips but the hand stops its actions and slowly ascends upwards, fingers diving into the soft hair and massaging his skull with gentle motions. His mouth silences as he moves into the false hand, but whimpers as there is no resistance, reminding him that this was in fact all in his head.

Logan adjusts his position upon the lip of the half-wall he’d been leaning on and he can almost feel Wade’s phantom presence lingering behind him, the voice now echoing from behind him as his hand returned to pet upon the mutant’s head, fingers digging deep into his skull but being easy enough it wasn’t hurting.

‘Well I can’t jerk ya off- my fake hands can only do so much without your intervention…but I could probably help you down…’

Suddenly his back became enveloped in what Logan can only guess was a phantom body against his own, it was cold but it sure was more comforting than the nothing that was actually behind him. A ghost hand slicks from around the mutant’s hips, traversing over his stomach to ‘lock in’ the two together, a faint tingle from each phony touch of his skin.

Wolvie doesn’t even need to speak, his mind being read and the phantom responding with hushes as the hand continues its adventure in his hair, tilting the head in his hand slightly so a phantom head can bury itself in the open crook of his neck.

The hand that was pressed against his face falls as he takes to gripping the concrete under himself, a light crack sounding out as Logan clenches the material in his grasp.

A sigh slowly seeps from his lips, an array of soft rather sensual feather kisses are scattered along his neck- and somehow even seeping through the suit to bless his skin.

Even with its lips occupied with easing the other down, his lips were able to speak.

‘Just think of us going on another date-’

Before Logan tries to say, ‘It wasn’t an actual date’, the voice shushes him and continues.

‘-Think about us going to dinner…maybe we go somewhere fancy…you get all dressed up- I show up in my unicorn shirt and nothing else…we get kicked out and then head to the falafel shop a few blocks away…’

This earns a chuckle from Wolvie, knowing that this probably would happen, his hips shimming from side to side like a tail wanting to wag but stops as he opens his eyes to look about once more.

‘Or maybe we could go to the park- maybe bring Mary and have a nice stroll…maybe you could try to fit me in the baby swing- just for me to get stuck and have to cut me in half to get out.’

A louder heartier laugh flows its way out, the feeling haunting over him changing from lust to that of amusement.

[Don’t be fooled, he is still hard as a rock- just getting more manageable.]

The appearance of sparks draws him from his daytime fantasy, eyeing the crackling as it draws a circle in the middle of the street causing a car to swerve to avoid it.

“That’s my cue-” Logan mumbles out loud, allowing the phantom to place one last kiss on his cheek before he vaults over the ledge with ease, landing onto the ground with a thud- shattering the earth from the area he fell from.

Even with the phantom and voice gone, he feels something lingering with him as he approaches the now semi- opened portal.

The feeling of need was still there…that wasn’t likely to flee him until he was reunited in bed with Wade.

But no- something more deeper- it was no mere fleeting feeling either…

A fondness…growing stronger and more present with every moment he went thinking of his…

‘Not friend’...

That’s not right…

‘Partner in crime’...

No not that either…

‘Lover’...

Now that… that had a ring to it he liked.

He would have to think of it more another time, cause right now there was an ugly motherfucker needing a skewering in front of him and he wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass him by.

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Wade "Bun Bun" Wilson being submissive and horny, no glue, no borax

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Wiping the blood from his mask, Wade attempts to clear some of his vision as his broken arm flails in the suit like a loose snake in a bag.

The TVA agents who were securing the variant back away and struggling to dislodge a sling ring that ended up into this variant’s forehead from the battle are just a few feet away. A handful offer a glance over at the loose arm, watching it contort painfully and with loud snaps, setting back into place as Wade hisses loudly but still happily putting his weapons away.

The fight took a lot longer than he had hoped- it didn’t help that the fight was just as hard as he had been. Though fighting with a boner wasn’t new, sometimes very arousing [Que Honda odyssey scene], it still was uncomfortably pressed against his suit…and the ravenous looking Wolverine being at the end of his barrel and katanas…

Oh that made him think of the puppy waiting for him- perhaps sitting at the door of their apartments and on his knees, dressed in nothing but his gear- perhaps that bone gag in his mouth ready to get down to business.

Wade has to stop his own thoughts, shifting uncomfortably in his suit to keep the pesky boner at bay- now with precum coming [hehe] into the mix of things he has to deal with.

The dial of the TVA tempad in the hand of the agents and a few button taps opens a large portal since adjustments were needed to escort the large Variant through, and the agents begin walking inside- the one holding the device stays back and waves over to the merc to lead him in.

Deadpool is quick on his feet, rushing past the agent and nearly sending them to the floor with the pat- well more so slap placed upon their shoulder as he passed. The portal leads the group into a hallway of the TVA, the variant and the group leading him marching down the hall.

Wade on the other hand had his mind set on one place- he needed to head to the locker room and acquire his items and hopefully see his beloved fuck buddy. With each step towards the area, he thinks on if his companion was even finished with the deadpool he was sent after. Not like he didn’t think he could handle it- he was probably the more capable of the two to deal with a Deadpool- He was doing so well dealing with the one he lived with anyway.

The locker room door slinks open as Wade maneuvers passed an exiting guard- a loud gag emptying their throat as they rush away from him and brace themselves against a wall to catch their breath.

[I should probably get clean- I’m covered in blood and-...unknown juices..maybe I wasn’t the only one pent up during the fight]

Despite Wade’s hopes, Logan was not here, and his stuff- well one of his emergency cigars, was gone from the small locker space they shared- and that usually meant Logan had finished off. He carefully scoops his items up, one being his tempad which he had stupidly left behind. In his rush to get this mission over with he’d just shoved it into the locker without much thought and he was regretting that while his body was smashed into pieces.

He pushes his bloodied fingers against the screen and a portal opens up a few feet ahead of him- it was so much power he held in his hands…and yet it was put in the hands of an idiot with an addiction to kissing mutants.

With a rush of power he passes through the portal, a tickle upon his senses as he is transported among the timelines.

And in a second his foot braced upon the floor of his apartment, for some reason he’d mistakenly set the location to the dining room- making him stumble into a set of chairs once he’d crossed through. He was more distracted than he thought. The portal zings shut behind him as he fumbled with the controller in his hands before placing his stuff onto the messy table, his eyes already darting about to search for his partner…[in crime of course].

Entering the living room, he looks about and sees on the coach a sleeping Wolvie, lightly wet hair signifying he had showered before getting comfortable on Wade’s side of the bed- his arms curled around the disheveled pillow Wade rested his head on at night. Oh and the way his face was nuzzled deep into the pillow, each slow and steady breath he took being entangled with the scent of the man.

Even the funny man himself- usually dodging most emotions with a sly remark, or a jest- couldn’t muster anything. At Least not for a few seconds.

[And people think I’m the needy one.]

A rise of warmth billows in his chest- it wasn’t suffocating…but it sure took the air out of him as an unsteady breath flowed past his lips. He clenches his chest with a hand, tearing at the feeling to go away.

He collects himself and slowly approaches the other, using his more clean hand to pull the blanket from the other’s ankles up to his chest- the light chill in the air making the warmth of the comforter necessary.

And the cozy fabric was welcomed as Logan lets out a satisfied huff, a noise akin to that of a purr passing his barely open lips- just open enough to push the air out. Wolvie’s head tilts, his sleepy eyes opening up and looking up to his Wade, a smile curling his lips before his own hand reaches up and rubs the smile away.

“Hey puppy-” Deadpool cooed, leaning over the mutant below him- the hand that had just fixed the blanket into place reaching up to cup the other’s face. “-How’s my mutt doing?” His voice teases, earning a glare as the blood smears onto Logan’s cheek.

“Was better when you weren’t smearing me in blood…” His sleepy voice raspy and deep as his barely used vocal cords adjust to now being put to work.

“You love when I smear my fluids on you-” Wade is silenced by a tongue dragging across the palm of his glove, Wolvie’s tongue and lips leaving gentle yet messy kisses upon the fabric.

“I know what you taste like- that’s not just your blood…” The mutant says after a few seconds of the two staring at each other- the action definitely excites Wade as the eye holes of his suit turn to show his joyous expression.

Wade’s head tilts- words quickly spilling from his lips, “You know all my flavors?”

“I wish I didn’t-” Logan pushes the glove away from his lips, the blood visibly staining his teeth a light pink.

A chuckle spills from the man as he retracts his glove away, standing upright as he shuffles his legs to calm his still eager boner from springing free. As their eyes meet once again, Wade catches a glimpse of his mutt’s eyes- a glimmer of need ever present in his gaze.

Without speaking, Logan’s eyes begin pleading for the man to join him in bed. Soon the mutant’s body is sitting up in an attempt to drag the other into the depths of the sheets- and almost succeeds when Wade is the one to hold a hand up to stop him.

“God don’t think I don’t want you to demolish my guts with your fat cock-...but even I can’t stand my own smell right now…” And the merc offers a dramatic look away- like he was in some rom-com and he had to turn away his true love for someone his family had set up for him…while Logan just settles back into his place on the bed, an understanding look but also one of annoyance.

“Why fat…?” Wolvie mumbled as he looked to Wade- but he was too distracted- or pretended not to hear the question as he sauntered to the bathroom- collecting a random t-shirt that hung on the back of the couch before disappearing into the bathroom a dramatic slam.

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Logan’s eyes had shut again and he had fallen back asleep- but the embrace of a warm body against his back seemed to stir him back up.

How long he was sleeping for- he’s not sure- just that it was enough time for Wade to not only shower but put his clothes in the wash and dry them.

A warm fresh from the dryer mask is pressed into the side of his neck, his nose rubbing against that beloved beard- a deep inhale following in as Wade took in the scent of his shampoo…some cheap stuff that was called ‘lumberjack fury’- or something stupid…but it made him smell like a forest- [Or more akin to a home depot isle].

Regardless- the scent was always pleasing to the other senses…

They sink into each other’s bodies, letting the feeling of comfort linger for a few moments before Wade’s voice cuts in- as his arms wrap around the other.

“Are you still down…cause I’m harder than the freak reading this right now…”

Despite the random comment, Logan was also adorned with a semi-chub that begged to be free- and most certainly buried inside his…lover.

Oh…oh…

…that feels so right. Like it was meant to roll off his tongue the whole time- a word he’d been denying himself the pleasure of letting free.

[ :0 He did the thing ]

Logan grunts, rolling over in his spot to look at the mask in the white eye covers, pressing their noses together as he offers a needy ‘Please’ glance. A pair of hands reach up and cup the furry face of Wolvie’s, a kiss pressed on his lips by the mask.

“What a cute and- definitely horny puppy…come on…I’m all yours…” Wade pleads, his own desire for the other becoming overwhelming and suffocating.

Like a switch had been flipped by just those simple words, Logan escapes the other’s grasp and manhandles the more than excited Merc till their spooning positions had been switched- Wolvie behind the other with a fire lit in his eyes and Wade almost giggling with delight as his back was pressed against the other.

As soon as their settled into these new positions, Wade’s neck is attacked with nibbles and sloppy kisses while one of Logan’s hands lurches under the t-shirt the man was wearing and grasping at the scarred skin under his fingertips, and his other hand braced itself against Wade’s hips…where Logan seems to find the only other thing Wade was wearing besides the mask and shirt…was a red thong. Which he wasn’t complaining about- but he’s not sure where it came from.

As Wolvie’s hips press against the other- he finds there's something fluffy pushing up against his stomach- and with a quick maneuver of his hand he is able to cup the bunny tail into his hand, offering a gentle tug as he smirks against Wade’s neck.

Sharp teeth scour up the red cloth, teasing the threads with bites as he finally reaches up to where Wade’s ear would be and he finally speaks, “Bunny…-” A shiver writhes through the Merc’s body as his ear his blessed with that sleepy voice, his hips grinding back into the other’s touch.

The bunny tail is tugged once more as Logan’s fingers tease the thin hem of the thong, releasing it to let it slap against his skin, just to rehook his fingers around it and let the cycle continue.

The light flicking pain, though faint, still drew hums of pleasure from the bunny as he wiggled his hips, wanting some more motion.

Wolvie quickly takes notice and uses his nails to sink into his hips to keep him still, biting through the mask and tearing at the other’s neck. The hand that was stroking under the shirt- the shirt that Logan only seems to realize at this moment is one of his own since his finger recognized a small tear near the sides- his hand cups one of his scarred pecs.

Wade- who was a bit surprised but very aroused arches his back, reaching a quick hand back and digging into the still partially wet hair of the ravenous mutant- a hiss of pleasure and pain passing his gritted teeth before panting as he attempted to speak.

“Easy Brighton Biter- I’d still like my head to be attached to my body when you fuck it.”

Despite Wade’s vague plea, Logan keeps his grip on his neck- even growling into his neck in response. Though it's against the other's demands, this seems to excite the man, his hand pulling at the hair in his hand as he grinds his hips backward.

Those nails make their claim once again, digging in deeper, freezing his lover’s hips as his own hips begin slowly grinding against him- panting into the cloth and skin in his mouth as his growing cock is grinded against the other. A gentle nudge of his leg pushes its way through to wrap around one of Wade’s to get a better angle on his strokes.

Logan’s hips grind against him, the pace steadily increasing as his teeth retracted and sunk deeper depending on when his cock was flush against the other’s ass- the bunny tail tickling his barely exposed happy trail from where his shirt was lifting away from his boxers.

If there was a heaven- Wade was being edged at the pearly gates. Pure bliss rushing over him with every moment they were touching and the rush of being pulled to hell when Wolvie was readying his hips to grind against him again.

Though the motion is amazing for both of them, feeling Logan’s boner attempting to breach his boxers and desperately press against Wade’s ass, it was becoming a need more than a want that Deadpool needed to be fucked- like immediately.

But…things weren’t fully as Wade had wanted- both of them were still missing a few appendages. So when he yanks the mutt’s hair and mumbles, “Easy big boy- slow down.”, it catches the other’s attention and his hips stop when they are brushing against each other.

“As ready as I am- like I’m sure i’ve gone full omega and started producing slick- but we need a few items before you start filling my hole-” Wade says as his hand strokes the other head, petting his mutt before pushing against him to unlatch him from his neck, and Wolvie releases his neck as he whimpers.

Shimming his way out of the others grasp to a sitting upright position, looking back to Logan and ruffling up the other’s hair before his hand curls around the frame of the other's jaw so he could gently scratch his pup’s chin.

It's no surprise Logan is slowly rising up as well, a tilt of his head showing his confusion as he plants one hand onto the couch to keep himself upright- his other hand dragging a blanket to cover his aching boner since the loss of the body next to him allowed the chill of the AC to invade his loose boxers.

Wade sits up, his bunny tail gently wagging as he slides off the bed and to his feet- a quick turn so he can see his Puppy’s curious expression again- an expression that was like crack to even get a glimpse of.

[The way he tilts his head- omg- i just wanna pet him so bad- like come here kitty kitty pspspspssp]

It was like he really was some helpless bunny being glared down by those big hazel eyes. They watch him as he takes a few steps over to the other side of the couch- where their storage cushion was and opens it up. There were a few sets of clothes- Logan’s were neatly folded…and Deadpool’s was messily tossed into a pile, but past the clothes was the big box their more special items had been tossed into before they left.

Wade takes the box out and flips the lid open with one hand, and it only takes a quick scan with his eyes to see everything was inside.

The pair of eyes that had been burning a hole into his mask-his body- oh and most definitely that tight thong, trying their very best to rip his clothes off with just a once over- finally moved to look at the box- finally understanding what the other wanted him to do.

Suddenly the box is thrusted over to Logan and he snatches it up, and begins the process of taking each item out and putting them on- obviously starting with the pup ears first. Then he pulls out the curled tail- which he was quick to attach to the harness he had used previously, and for a moment he is reminded of the bliss of Wade fucking him into the sheets and his cock aches eagerly.

While the other was getting dressed- Wade fumbles through the box to find his bunny gear and taps his fingers against the box with excitement as he takes the box out. He had already gotten the tail out and had it linked to his undergarments [None of this old time-y talk- these are my pretty red panties], so the box was already slightly ajar.

Wade wastes no time, striding over to the dining room out of view of the other to create some privacy for Logan like he needed before.

There weren't many items Wade needed to put on- but he still took his sweet time posing and teasing the invisible audience he was performing for, since he had no puppy to perform the strip tease for.

The shirt he had stolen is lifted off of his body and makes sure to leave it rested against his shoulder. Then his ears are put on- pinned to the mask by a small bobby pin- one that was smashed into his head like a thumb tack. The zing that rattled his brain at the intrusion was concerning but arousing [I think this is my reaction to most things- someone psycho analyze it and write a twitter mega-thread I can ignore].

He dived back into the box and pulled out his thigh highs, dragging the fabric up his legs seductively before securing them up near his thighs. He bends his legs at the knee, making sure the fabric won’t fall down.

One last once over his outfit, dragging his hands down from the fastened bunny ears, fluttering down the tender skin till he reaches his pawed feet. Everything was perfect- just as he had been fantasizing about when he bought all this gear in the first place.

But there was one last thing he did need- and that was his big old angry mutt, which is why his feet were swift in their steps back into the living room.

In his sights he sees Wolvie sat up onto the couch as he rounded the corner,- almost ans exact replica of how he entered moments ago…but this time Peanut’s ears were lost in the fluff of his hair- his paws holding onto the thick leash that was interlocked with his collar. The bone charm rang as he yanked the leather at the sight of the man appearing in the archway. And the tank top he was once wearing now tossed to the ground, like it was simply thrown away cause it was useless to him. His fluffy pup tail curled against the couch, it only slightly visible since Logan was flush against the back of the couch. On his legs were the fluffy leggings strapped up to the harness- which is perfectly accompanying his now free cock- which Wade can’t help but smirk as he looks to the invisible camera.

[Oh yeah- I'm taking a whole photo collage worth of mental images right now- the spank bank is getting much fuller today]

And that damn head tilt, Logan’s eyes crawling up the other’s frame like his hands were actually toying at his skin. The way his irises shifted as they looked to his thong like he wished to tear them off…then to his stomach, licking his lips like they were desperate to cling to the exposed skin…the to his chest and neck, baring his teeth like they were needy to sink into that flesh of his…but when they move up to his mask- his face changes to lust and one of…well Wade isn’t sure- but as always the mutant’s brows furrowed in some type of annoyance or anger. The confusion in Logan’s gaze is shared as Wade mocks his tilting face habit as he offers his own curious look.

“What…Not like what you see, big boy?” Wade slips past his tongue as he approaches, swaying his hips like the slut he is- having picked it up from Vanessa and a few of their shared friends at the strip club.

[Real shame there is no pole here- could see me work my magic as I ungracefully replicate what it looks like to be a confused fireman]

Reaching upward he takes the shirt from over his shoulder and whips the air near the glaring Logan, tracing the loose fabric from the tip of the mutt’s ankle all the way up to his chest- before his legs take their spot stradling the mutant as the shirt is hooked around his neck and down Logan’s shoulder before it is gripped tightly by Wade in both hands. The fabric is used to support his weight as he leans forward, his masked lips teasing the skin of Wolvie’s ear.

The mutant’s eyes settle to a softer expression, his arms slowly curling their way around the other’s waists- like snakes slithering around their prey before they snapped them like a twig- it was a tempting thought but the healing would take too long…he needed that bunny now.

“The mask…” Logan sputters, his face nuzzling against the trim of fabric before collecting it up in his teeth, a quick and abrupt yank that tears off a good chunk of the side of the merc’s mask- surprising Wade who’s real eyes are revealed to be staring straight at the puppy with the fabric still dangling to his mouth.

“Bad dog- you could've just asked me to take it off…i just cleaned it t-”

The fabric drops from his mouth as Wolverine interrupts with a quick:

“I needed to see your face, bunny.”

Wade takes to hiding his face in the other’s neck, using his now partially exposed mouth to leave sloppy bites across it, making sure to drag his tongue over where his puppy’s adam's apple bobs as he swallows down some spit in his mouth. The words tickle his insides- like his heart was trying to flutter- or his cock was just erect and he couldn’t tell the difference. Regardless the words filled Wade with a flurry of happiness…and even made him flush a darker shade.

But one thing Deadpool was sure of, is that Logan was definitely rock hard…since it was kind of hard to ignore as the tip was brushing lightly against his inner thigh and precum was beginning to coat it.

To get the ball rolling, he sat fully against Wolvie’s lap, moving a bit to stir up the cock that was now twitching against his ass, eagerly pressing against the small cloth of the thong that was in the way.

“Come on, mutt. How much more of me do you need?” The merc questions as he tosses the shirt away as he sits up and begins to slowly guide his hands down from the collar all the way to the leash.

[Spoiler: He’s going to need all of me…trust]

A light groan passes the pup’s lips, the friction certainly doing wonders for him.

But those damned words do even more as his hands latch onto Wade’s hips, grinding him needily against his aching cock as he stares intently at the other’s exposed eye…so focused on looking at the other’s face and not the mask.

Logan’s lips part to release the gasps the arousal brought out, and it was almost like Logan read Wade’s mind since the bunny had begun eyeing the wet lips and Wolvie took it upon himself to give him what he wanted, so he kissed him.

The kiss deepens as Wade’s head tilts, his hips effortlessly grinded against the dick below him by the paws guiding each movement- his own cock growing stiffer and pushing at the small amount of fabric that kept his littlepool from the world.

Pulling at the leash, Wade’s lips trail down the other’s beard- one of his free hands tugging at the fluffy hair on his head and tracing a finger up and down one of the bent dog ears.

The merc certainly uses his mouth- uses it to place kisses down the other’s neck, assuring to lick and nibble on the leather collar before he attempts to kiss lower only to be stopped as the hand on his sides dig their nails deeper and freezes him in place.

A hand is removed from his side, reaching up to the bunny’s face and uses a firm grasp to forcefully pull his face into view, only offering a cold stare before softening into a smirk as he looked at his face- mainly because Wade was way too into the aggressive nature in the way he was grabbed and was melting into the touch while the metal coated bones demanded to break his fucking jaw.

“Bunny…where are you trying to go?”

Wade giggles, pulling his hand from the mutt’s hair and gently caressing the hand that held him in place.

“I’ve just been attacked by a wild animal-” He gestures to his torn mask with the hand he was just holding onto Logan with- his hand then slowly begins to trace down the other’s chest, tracing right over his body hair before his hand stops just before the Wolverine’s cock, a fluffy patch of hair under his fingertips. “-I need to go hide away in this big bush-”

Logan can’t help but laugh a bit, looking away from the other as he pushes the others face away from.

“Jesus, bub- your acting is worse than in that stupid porn you watch.” Logan grumbles out, as his eyes settle back onto the other, who was now slowly slinking downward since his face had been freed and was kissing the other’s chest.

“Well someone seems to like it-” Wade mumbles, gesturing down to the other’s twitching boner still eagerly erect. [hehe]

Swirling his tongue around each nipple, making sure both were covered in his saliva before his kisses and small nibbles moved downward- making sure his face was smothered by the other’s body hair as he moved lower. He stops for a second as a hand is placed onto his head, those thick gloved digits holding him still till Logan begins stroking the top of his head, slowly peeling away at more of the mask.

As more of the fabric is either ripped off by Peanut’s needy hands or by some of Wade’s own hands occasionally reaching up to make some more room for his face to come in contact with Logan’s skin, at the same time Wade is taking in every inch of the other’s torso, the sights- the smells- the feel- and especially the taste of every curve or hair that molded the body below him.

But it all comes to a head as the merc’s trip down the happy trail leads him to the forest below-

[Author is really proud of that one- so please clap for him then shame him. Can’t give these fanfic writers any ego or they’ll start writing dead dove: do not eat/major character death/no comfort just for a cheap thrill]

Where Wade can’t hide the smile that crosses his lips, his legs dangling behind him as they are hanging off the edge of the bed, his body positioned right between his pup’s legs. Leaning forward he nuzzles his face right at the base of the cock- making sure to circle around it before his fingers curl around the bottom of it. He raises his head back up and tilts the cock against his lips, tapping them against the wet surface before he speaks into it, “I wonder if this thing could make a knot…ooo that would be fun- but the author never established it.”

Before Wolvie can retort with anything, Wade takes the head into his mouth as his tongue drags over the sensitive skin. A groan bellows from the mutant's lips, the paw settles onto Wade’s head forcing it downward to bob along his cock as warm breaths are panted over it.

Deadpool allows his head to be guided up and down, only offering some help to guide it deeper into his throat and adjusting to allow his tongue to taste every inch of the 9-inch delight. It’s no surprise to either when Logan’s hips buck upward into the warm throat, slamming into the irritated muscles that were quick to heal just to be slammed into again. It was a repetitive cycle- one Wade didn’t seem to mind since it meant his face was buried into the fluffiest body hair with each thrust.

It didn’t take long after a few hard thrusts- some even being so hard the merc was sure his spine was missing a bone from his spine and it had been launched across the room- but after these mind rattling thrust a shaky set follow, then his throat is layered in thick spurts of come. Its no surprise Logan came so easily, he’d been teasing Wade relentlessly and probably didn’t help his own case.

The pawed hands- which now were sporting the claws most are used to seeing on the mutant- pulls the head off of his cock, the slobbering Wade happily looking like a mess as the cock head slips out of his mouth.

As the bunny attempts to reach for the leash he had discarded when his hands needed to be free to be all over the other’s body, he is stopped by a growl and his head being yanked forward with ease.

Logan shakes his head, tilting it to get a better look at the other’s face.

“Oh no…I’ve let you crawl around all around me…You had your fun- now it’s time for mine.”

If Wade could have exploded- he would have done it right then and there. Yet he just had to simply stay in one piece with a very irritating boner brushing into the sheets he needed to give attention too.

Wolvie shifts in his seat, keeping one hand on the other’s head at all time’s as he takes to his feet- small steps onto his pawed socks before he disappears from the bunny’s view. But it’s not long till his bunny socks are dragged closer to the edge of the bed and is embraced by a fuzzy chest pressing into his back.

The hand on the other’s head slowly sinks, the claws that were once out now absent as the fingers wipe at the excess cum and spit that drenched Wade’s face and lips…its only in this moment does he realize he’s basically been harboring a mouthful of cum and spit, and he is quick to swallow it- but not without savoring the taste one last time.

[not like it won’t be my last dine in at the boner diner- but it might be awhile before I get to enjoy being all bunny mode while doing it]

The now soaked paw disappears, but the way the arm is maneuvered it’s no surprise when the warm liquid is brushing against the bunny’s ass- especially when it's pushing at the thong fabric to prep his ass for the pounding of a lifetime.

Before Wolvie can even work the slicking mixture into the [goal] hole, he is stopped by a voice-

“I don’t need prep. Well actually-I don’t want it…I just need you in me now…I need this mutt finding new ways to move my organs around and break my body in half stat!…” The bunny pants out as he doesn’t even offer a glance behind him, just staring at the pillows that would usually be cradling their heads as they slept, now left to watch him get the life fucked out of him.

A chuckle sounds from behind him, an amused Wolvie pulling his hand away and occupying it with the tight string in his way. With a few grunts, mostly from the older man having to maneuver his cock into position before the slobbered soaked head is lined up against Wade, who in preparation has already had the sheets below him clutched tightly.

A slow thrust is used to push the head in, a light pause to assure it was not going to fall out…but as quick as the pause was given it was interrupted just as quickly with a another rough and deeper sinking thrust which has both of the men sputtering out excited breathes like they couldn’t truly breathe until they were interlocked in such an intimate way.

[Or were just both dramatic little princesses]

Logan only offers Wade the comfort of encasing his cock for a few seconds before his hips are working right back out, before rupturing any vital organ with a bed shaking thrust forward.

It was like Deadpool could hear his ass being slapped by pure adamantium…or maybe that was his pelvis being ruptured- whatever it was, it was painful and arousing.

A rhythm begins to take form as Wolvie’s dick is thrusted in seemingly randomly, but it clicks after the 4th cycle that he was thrusting in and out to the sounds of Wade’s own unsteady breaths. The sharp inhales syncing with Logan pulling out just to knock the wind out of him at the same time he exhaled. The strangled noises of the man’s voice are not loud enough to keep the mutant’s senses from picking up on each lung filling before depleting the carbon back into the air.

If the merc wasn’t so focused on trying to stay in the spot he was positioned into, he would be so mad he didn’t think of that himself. Though it wasn’t always perfect, since Logan slips up as one of his hands ventured under the bunny’s body, the unmistaken sound of his claws freeing themselves as the tips scraped against the skin below him- even for a moment dragging against Wade’s barely clothed erection which made him hold his breath for a few seconds to long. But Logan was quickly able to get him breathing again with teeth sinking into his shoulder till blood began to leak from his wounds, causing a sharp inhale to escape the other’s lips.

It didn’t help the primal feel of the sex that Logan couldn’t stop growling and grunting- even when muffled by the others skin-, though that is his normal vocabulary- still it was always a turn on in bed.

[Especially with him deep inside me- biting the fuck out of me- AND HIS CLAWS ARE THIS CLOSE TO DOING A CIRCUMSCION ON ME- I AM WINNING]

Logan’s teeth unlatch from his skin just to continue their senseless and brutal bites along different sections of skin- Wade can only savor the marks for the few seconds they stay before like every other injury they sealed up- only a small amount of blood left to show where they had once been. But even that didn’t stay as an eager tongue cleaned each spot up like leaving any drop untasted would mean certain death for either of them.

A few more thrusts follow as the claws grazing against Wade’s underside begin to sink slightly into his skin, making shallow cuts at first- but soon they become deep enough the Merc was sure one had even tickled his intestines. Those razor sharp claws even seamlessly tear off the thong, finally fully freeing Wade from the own torturous prison he put himself in.

If he could muster a single coherent thought he’d probably made a smart-ass joke about it, but the drool coating his chin made it very clear he had left all logical thinking somewhere else- right now he was simply just some piece of meat being used up and torn through for the pleasure of his ‘partner’.

Wolvie on the other hand was lost in his own desires, letting all those repressed urges to treat his lover like they were both two animals in heat and making sure that sweet bunny under his maw wasn’t going anywhere without being thoroughly bred.

The word springs into his mind again- breed. Does Logan want to actually breed his best friend or is that simply just all the gear talking…?

…

He was fooling no one…

He totally wants to breed him.

The mutant’s mouth moves upward of the other’s neck, slowing his pace so he can hear the other’s noises more clearly. Reaching the other’s exposed ear, he licks up its full length before situating his lips right next to the canal.

“What a pretty little bunny you are…not even putting up a fight.” Logan’s words barely above a whisper, not needing to be any louder since the noise was the only thing flooding into one ear.

The stupid little grin that pulled across Wade’s lips made it clear he heard every word- [I can also read]- and he was more than excited to be playing along with the roleplay.

“I-i know when to throw in the towel…and spread my legs…” Deadpool struggles out as an attempt to move his hips to get a better angle forces one of the claws straight back into his stomach- which even seems to cause Wolverine some pause- only for a second. The slicing of air sounds out as gentle gloved paw touches the merc’s belly, slowly caressing the healing skin under his fingertips before moving lower.

“-and I’ve been needing a good fucking from you..pup…” Wade mumbles, a few moans interrupt him before he continues. “...no other mutt can fuck me just right…” Those carefully chosen words, used to provoke that jealous spot he knew his mutt had- and Logan‘s growl invading his hearing lets him know he had hit the exact nerve he wanted.

For a moment the thrusts slow even more, more force put into each one to make sure when their skin made contact a loud slap would be heard.

“Other mutts…-” Wolvie’s voice was angry, though it was not genuine but playful. “- aren’t gonna get to use you anymore…” His hand finally reaches its destination, gripping onto the other’s untouched cock and offering it a few gentle squeezes- which pulls a few pleasant squeaks from the bunny.

“Last I checked- I was a free bunny…you got no-” A thrust silenced him for a moment but he’s able to continue, “-no claim on me…”

“Oh really?” The mutant’s words were whispered with a teasing tone, the kind that tickled your throat with anxiety since you knew something was soon to follow.

And follow they did.

The thrusts began to quicken, like a burst of adrenaline was rushing through Logan. The hand that was clenching the other’s cock now moved in motion with his own thrusts, forcing the man below him to moan and clench at the sheets desperately, a few of them ripping at the force they were gripped. It was really a miracle they hadn’t broken any furniture in their escapades…other than the couch but it was already falling apart when they were just sleeping on it.

Through gritted teeth, Logan mumbles, “You are mine…mine to breed…mine to keep…mine to use as I need…” Lips are pressed needily against the merc’s throat, wanting to leave a mark so deep it couldn’t be healed away…but he knew it wasn’t possible- but that wouldn’t stop him from trying.

The words, the thrusts- the hand squeezing his cock and jerking him off all began to work their wonders, making that oh so familiar feeling of a lurking climax making his body quiver.

It wasn’t long before Wade was gasping and mumbling something- he wasn’t even sure it was words coming out. His body shivering and shaking as he cums into the sheets below him, feeling Wolvie’s hand ease their motions as they teased the head with a stroke of their thumb.

The rest of the mutant however kept his pace and kisses- which now had turned into biting once again, both sloppy and no pattern, just needed driving each movement, each roll of his hips or twitch of his lips or clenching of his teeth. Doing everything in his power just to smother the bunny below him with his actions.

But even he could only last for so long, his thrusts stuttering as his legs shake, the hand that once held Wade’s cock now holding the other’s stomach.

A hand reaches back, clawing the Wolverine’s neck before gripping his collar. Moving down they grasp the leash that had been lost between their bodies, using the little excess that was exposed to yank it forward- demanding the other’s attention.

“I need your pups in me…” Wade whimpered out- and for the first time in a while, Logan actually blushes at the thought and wonders why the words turned him on so much. He knew he was into breeding- but the thought of his ‘pups’ inside the other…that was just as arousing.

So arousing, it sends him over the edge, his claws freeing themselves as he cums inside the man below him- panting into the other’s neck, nuzzling his nose deep into the other’s scent.

For a few moments, they just sit in the quiet of each other- nothing but heavy breathes filling the air as Wolvie laid blanketed over the other and Wade laid contently below…being happily stuffed.

“So…you want me to carry your babies-” Deadpool attempts to joke but is silenced by a claw skewering his skull, which makes him laugh.

“I-I was horny okay- It was in the moment…” A flustered Logan defends himself, sitting upright and away from the other as he retracts his claws.

A light shuffle happens under the mutant as the merc wags his hips, a goofy smile on his face as he knows the words were probably true.

“Does that mean you didn’t mean the other stuff?…so I can go fuck off with someone else-”

Wolvie flares his teeth for a moment at the thought, letting out a grunt of annoyance as he begins to stand upright.

“Do you want me to rip you into pieces, bub?” He threatens as he pulls out of the other quickly, making sure he can feel the emptiness.

Wade huffs, rolling onto his back to look up at the pup still behind him.

“If it's the only way to get you to put your pups in me…”

With the other looking at him, the blush on his face is very obvious now and it causes him to reach a hand up to cover his face. The leash is yanked by the man still holding it and he flashes another grin up at the mutant above him, a tilt of his head to mock the mutant’s habit.

“The only way to properly breed me…is you have to stay inside me- but I understand if your not alpha enough to help an omega out in heat-”

Wade is silenced by a large hand gripping his face tightly once more, covering his mouth.

Before the man has to beg anymore, Wolverine is back on top of him- slowly guiding his cock back in with a hiss as it re-welcomes the warmth and sticky insides of the other.

[A/B/O we trust]

The mutant’s face was buried right back in the bunny’s neck while his arms moved away from the other’s mouth and started to slither under the other’s lower back, an attempt to keep him close.

While he was being rejoined by the puppy, Wade unclips the leash so it wouldn’t be in the way anymore- using it one last time to slap it against the other’s ass before flinging it somewhere else on the couch. Then his now free hands wrap around the mutant’s neck, placing gentle kisses on the side of his mutt’s head, wanting to show a little bit of love to his ‘partner’.

“I was just teasing, you don’t have to stay…” His voice is reassuring as he whisper’s it into the pup’s ear, but the growl he receives in return gives him enough of an answer that he lets it be, simply petting his fluffy hair- even playfully stroking the other’s dog ears. It was easy to see the other was enjoying the affection as he saw the big fluffy tail wagging in the air ahead of him.

Small sloppy kisses are decorated against Wolvie’s neck, a few even getting onto the side of his face before he hides it again out of reach.

“...You are mine- to breed- to keep- and to use as I need…~” Wade whispers into the air, and a pair of teeth tease the skin of his neck, wanting to tear it in half. “If you kill me…who will you breed?” A chuckle flows out as the teeth sink in, like a vampire sinking their fangs into their victim. Though at least vampires only were after blood…Logan was intent on decapitation.

“Puppy…that’s not a very nice thing to do to your owner…I let you fuck me and got you all these toys and you want to kill me? Guess I’ll have to find a new pet to play with-” And just like that, Logan releases his jaw and lets out whimpers among whimpers at the ‘threat’.

Backtracking after he got the result he needed, Wade places even more kisses against the other’s head, even some finding their way onto his neck and shoulder- his hands making sure to provide extra scratches into his scalp.

“I’m sorry. I would never replace you puppy- you know that…no one could handle either of us…”

A soft sigh is breathed onto the merc’s neck, followed by gentle licks of Logan’s tongue as he carefully moves his arms up to get a better grip.

“Though maybe theirs a bunnypool variant for you we could find…if there anything like me Im sure they’d be more than happy to fuck the 2008’s sexiest man alive- I bet you could pull on their ears and everything.”

A huff is offered at first, but after a few seconds something is spoken, “Nah…I don’t want that.”

“Is that not good enough for you?” Wade asks as his hands massages the older mutant’s scalp.

“No…it just…wouldn’t be right…”

A smirk tugs on the merc’s face as he has a sneaking suspicion why…but he wants the answer to be spoken from the dog’s mouth.

“Why wouldn’t it be right?”

“I-it just wouldn’t.”

Another kiss is placed on the pup’s neck to lure the answer out. “Why not?”

“It…-” Logan groans as he knows the other’s game…and he can’t evade the questions for much longer. He finally escapes his favorite hiding spot and looks down at the other, avoiding eye contact as his red face gives away his embarrassment.

“It wouldn’t be you…” He finally finishes the sentence and he’s met with a peck upon his lips, another kiss quickly being placed upon it as Wade’s own excitement at the admittance had his body on overdrive.

“Awwww….that so gay…”

“I think we're way past worrying about being gay…I’m literally inside you right now.” Logan says with a tilt of his head before he returns the many kisses he’s received by licking at his owner’s face.

Suddenly the door to Al’s room opens and she walks out, casually shuffling past the couch as she and Dogpool ignore the two on the couch at first.

“When you two are done having sex- I need one of you to take my laundry downstairs to the laundry room…and take those god damn sheets down while you're at it…” She walked into the kitchen and fetched something from the fridge and a dog treat from the designated jar on the counter. As she walks back by them, she doesn’t even look their way- “Bad enough I have to hear your weird shit but also having the whole house smell like a gloryhole is worse.” Her and Mary walk into the room, slamming the door loudly to signify their exit.

Chapter Text

“You two look ridiculous.” Laura mutters as she herself fixes the cheap felt cat ears on her head, her painted face scrunching into a smile as she looks at her guardian’s costumes.

Logan rolls his eyes and Wade, fixing his puffy red dress sleeve, smiles behind his fresh new mask- thanks to that pervy tailor who Wolvie was less than happy with.

“What are you even supposed to be?” She asks, pointing at the two outfits as Wade offers an offended look, a gasp escaping him as he touched his chest in shock.

Deadpool was in a puffy red dress- one that was carefully crafted to fit with his suit colors- and of course his little red riding hood outfit wouldn’t be true to the name without a hood. The small wooden basket he had hooked on his arm swung as he gently twirled the dress, showing it off to anyone staring…which was just the two mutants and Al who was more preoccupied with her show then anything else. And so was Mary who never seemed to leave her side anymore.

“Red riding hood obviously.” Wade declares and Laura’s mouth goes slightly agape as she inspected the outfit.

“I don’t think I remember Red Riding Hood having two golden guns.” She remarks as she points to the weapons, ones which Wade is quick to pull out and wave about.

“Well she was an idiot who went into a forest unprotected- count this as my AU version where she stays strapped.” The guns gleam in his grasp before Logan takes the liberty to push the muzzles down so they weren’t aiming at himself and Laura.

Wade sighs but relinquishes his aim and sinks the guns back in their holsters, pushing the fabric to make way for his weapons of choice.

Laura’s eyes then move to her dad [alternate timeline dad? The one who's still alive dad? What are the semantics on that], eyeing up the usual get up he sported- white tank top, a stain or too still visible even after a few washes, a pair of jeans that were worn from how often he wore them- a nice pair of boots that look well cared for unlike the rest of his get up…

And a pair of wolf ears on his head?

Wade is also eyeing the mutant down, very pleased with his choices.

“Oh- almost forgot.” Wade wanders over to the table and rummages in the bag the wolf costume came from- a clinking of metal ringing out as Wade does his best to hide the object as he turns to face the two of them. With a quick step toward the grumpy looking mutant, Logan finds his neck confined by a metallic spiked collar- a giant plastic chain dropping from his neck and being tugged on by the merc.

“Perfect! Can’t be a little red riding hood without my big bad wolf~” He teases as he tugs the chain and Logan does his best to not let himself be led into the other’s grasp, growling in the process.

“Oh- so like a couple’s costume! That’s pretty cute…though you don’t look so happy about it.” Laura says as she points to the mutant’s blank resting [I wanna kill everyone in this room] face.

[It was either this…or we switch suits…and I know Logan could never fit his ass in my suit…I also just wanted a reason to show my puppy off]

Logan grumbles, leaning back to provide some distance from himself and the man eyeing him down like a piece of candy.

“Don’t really care for this whole dressing up thing-”

Wade interrupts, making sure to pull on the plastic in his grasp to force the other a little closer.

“-But I made him do it to match me!” The eyes of his mask squint as his face underneath smiles widely, an almost jaw breaking smile that no one could see.

“Well I think it’s nice you dressed up- even if Wade made you…” Laura says, reaching up and flicking the fake ears upon Logan’s head, and he can’t help the affectionate smile that shows off his faux fangs- ones Deadpool was determined to make him wear over his already sharp teeth.

The front door opens and Yukio, dressed head to toe in Pinkie Pie apparel- her hair dyed pink and curled with a plethora of hair accessories to boot.

“Hi Wade!” She calls, and of course the other must respond.

“Hi Yukio!” He waves, the plastic chains clanking together and Logan swiftly reaches over and forces the once waving hand still- a part of him so desperate to give into the instincts he kept behind closed doors, but the other part of him was fighting to keep it together, just try to act normally. When Wolvie agreed to the costume- even when seeing the obnoxiously large collar and chains that go with it- he thought he could keep his nerves at ease, especially when around others…but with the way Wade so naively was yanking the chains like a ripple of desire didn’t shock him with each tug- it was too much.

Yukio excitedly begins to talk to Laura, hooking their arms together as they begin walking out the door to meet the other’s they planned to go out with downstairs.

Just as Wade attempted to follow after saying his goodbyes to Al, firmly tugging the chain as he did so, Logan kept his firm grip on the other’s hand, yanking it toward himself.

Now they stood face to face, Logan’s expression softening as he heard the girl's footsteps heading downstairs and he felt comfortable to allow his facade to drop.

Wade carefully studies the other’s expression- and it finally clicks as Logan releases his hand from the other’s wrist.

“Oh- shit-” [Old habits die hard] The plastic is released from his grasp quickly and his hands find themselves reaching up and cupping the scruffy cheek for a moment. A thumb brushes the edges of his beard before tracing the curve of his cheek. Then his hand drops, dragging along the other’s chest before being fully pulled away.

Logan was more than happy to lean into the touch, maintaining eye contact with the man before his hand was dropped.

“You can play with it later…” Wolvie whispers, a small smirk on his face as he took a small step to close the distance between them even more.

“Don’t tease me- i’ve got seven layers on right now and I can’t slip them off quick enough-” Wade responds, inching his face closer, their noses brushing before a voice interrupts them.

“Can you two fruits hurry up and get out- if I wanted to listen to corny flirting I would have put on the hallmark channel.” Althea’s voice erupts from her spot on the couch, curled up with a blanket and hands deep in a bowl of hard candy- one Wade bought as a joke but she was more than happy to eat.

“Sorry Al.” Wolvie offers as he takes a step away from Wade- while Wade retorts with:

“You’re sitting on the equivalent of our own personal casting couch and you draw the line at us flirting?”

Althea grumbles, throwing a piece of candy in the two’s direction which Wade catches.

“I don’t wanna hear it! You two are shaking the couch to hard for me to hear any of the corny kinky shit y’all say- Now get out before I give you two fucks a colonoscopy with this-” She shoots her cane into the air and they both seem to get the threat and both head out, saying their goodbyes to the lady- Wade even blowing a kiss to his beloved pet who was sleeping at her side, which earned him another candy bullet which struck his forehead.

It didn’t take long before they were all down stairs and out onto the sidewalk, a few mutant friends chatting with Laura that both of the men vaguely knew- though most were disguised in some generic costumes. Except the two dressed as some guy in a trenchcoat with a blue tie, maybe an angel with the black wings on their back- and the other having a fake stubble on their face and a leather jacket.

The group talks with each other, multiple phones being passed around as it seems they were trying to locate a certain neighborhood they wished to visit but couldn’t determine what the name of it was.

As Logan watched, Wade was looking around at the array of costumed kids and even adults passing by, one even dressed in a very familiar red suit.

[A little 4th wall but the little man’s got great taste in heroes]

After a few more minutes, the location is discovered and the teens begin piling into a van- one that had seen better days. One-by-one each kid found their spot in the car- some even choosing to pile into other’s laps when it comes time for the fellas to get in.

And unfortunately- or fortunately, depending on who you asked. There was only one seat left.

[I will not throw away my shot]

Before any word can be uttered, Wade pushes his way into the seat, and offers a smug look to Logan as he pats his lap.

The group inside begin to giggle and egg the Wolverine on- even Laura teases him and Logan grumbles as he takes a seat in Deadpool’s lap, an out view hand being pressed against the grumpy man’s lower back as everyone else cheered and took a few pictures. Though those stopped after Logan flexed his fist and flared his blades into view before threatening to slice their phones into pieces if they posted those pics anywhere.

The group just kept their giggling as they began to go, soon enough getting into their own conversations as the car drove along the rode- stopping a plethora of times to allow the
Trick-or-treaters to pass infront of them.

While resting in Wade’s lap, the two were surprisingly silent- though Wolvie was sure Wade had so much he wanted to say- but was keeping quiet for his puppy’s sake.

Though they were quiet, that didn’t stop Wade from messing with the other- his hand was snaking under that tank top of his and tracing along the other’s metal spine. His free hand in view of everyone else being placed in the other’s lap and it’s not stabbed with three very pointy claws so he keeps it there.

Logan would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the seat he was forced into- though he couldn’t show his enthusiasm- lest he reveal to his pseudo daughter and her group of friends witness him tongue fuck his best friend.
[Were you silent or were you SILENCED]

Despite the limits, he let the secret touching continue- letting that distinct feeling of skin rush against his spine…and then begin messing with the tail of his costume, which was attached to his belt in similar fashion to the ones they are both accustomed to.

The drive feels long, though in reality it was probably 15 minutes before they pulled up into a packed driveway, a bunch of people crowding around this huge home at the end of a block.

The car comes to a stop and all the doors seem to fly open, though Wade takes a moment as his hand needs to abandon the other’s shirt before flinging the door open.

As soon as the door opens, Logan practically pounces off the other’s lap onto the grass and the group funnels out of the car. Wade is quick to hop out, brushing shoulders with the other man as he whispered.

Laura walks up to the two of them, gesturing to the open garage of the home and talking about some of the older crowd of people there that might be more the two gentlemen’s tastes.

“You should enjoy yourself- and don’t look so grumpy while doing it.” Laura smiles up at her father and also looks to the man's shoulder touching him, noticing the slight tilt of his mask’s eyes- not quite understanding the look.

[It's the look of annoyance cause you’re trying to give my man away-]

Laura, Yukio and the rest of their friend group head into the home, most heading straight out the back where all the drinks were- and the candy.

Before Logan even gets to see her reach past the door frame, his hand is being pulled by Wade into the garage, not going in there for the singles Laura warned of but to raid the coolers he saw inside.

The mutant’s hand is released and he is freed as Deadpool kneels down to find a drink he likes in the plethora of canned garbage.

It was almost like he was a drop of blood dropped into the ocean, the way each lady and gentlemen glanced his way as the hungry sharks sensed the prey.

It’s not long before a few folks have walked up to Wolvie, asking if he was a werewolf since there was no little Red riding hood to correct them. Though Logan corrected them and pointed to his lover tossing each beverage he didn’t deemed good enough not even 2 feet from them. But even pointing out the couple’s costumes, it didn’t seem to deter the folks who came up to him.

When Wade finally decided all these drinks sucked and settled on the first drink he originally found he turned to see a man tugging at the very chains he was tugging on a moment ago.

“What are these for? Couldn’t keep you tied down?” The man was clearly drunk as the hands that were teasing the chain moved to trace along the collar, a smirk upon the intoxicated man’s face.

“No…they’re for him.” Wolvie tilts his head and points to an irritated looking Wade, who was quick to slip his way between the two men and the drunk man seems apologetic, uttering an apology before stumbling away.

Even as the man was already walking off, Wade’s eye seared a hole in the back of his head, just in case he had the gall to turn around.

“Not very subtle…” Logan whispers as he leans toward the other, his head tilting as he restrains his hands from grabbing at others.

“I'm not one for sharing…you know all about not sharing don’t you?” Wade teased as he spun on his heel, grabbing at the very same chains that stranger was moments ago.

Logan’s eyes looked around the room, seeing a few pairs of eyes on the two of them, and his body stiffened as he loomed back to the man in front of him.

“You can have me all to yourself later…right now I see a few bottles that are calling to me…” Logan whispers back before slipping out of the other’s grasps…and Wade was less than thrilled
to not be all over his mutt.

[Blue balled once again]

The two head deeper into the home, where an array of decorations crowded the inside and the crowd of people seemed to grow thicker as they wandered into different sections of the house.

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Wade was downing something labeled ‘Witch’s brew’ as he watched the group of people playing truth or dare nearby, and listening to some of the truth’s being spoken. Some were simple like, ‘what is the best lie you ever told?’ or ‘What was your worst kiss?’- questions that derived interesting stories and had the group laughing.

But this game wasn’t all truths- many chose dares, most were stupid party game things, especially for halloween, ‘Re-enact your favorite horror movie scene’, or ‘Kiss the person with the best costume.’

Though the one dare that caught his attention was, ‘If your crush is here, go kiss them.’, and the girl wearing a snoopy costume nervously got up from her spot and wandered over to a gentleman in a pirate costume and rushed him with a kiss. The group wooed and cheered as the two began a make-out session right there, though the dare had the merc thinking about a certain mutant.

And almost as if on cue, a drunk Wolvie approached Wade and rested against the wall he was leaning against, a small smile appearing on his usual grumpy face as he eyed down the man dressed in all red.

Like it was instinct, Wade turns and grips the chains to pull the other closer.

“Have you been having fun, Wolvie?” Wade asks as he uses his hand still holding his drink to pick off a rogue streamer with something written on it stuck in the other’s beard.

Logan nods, leaning in closer as the chains are pulled in tighter.

“I out drank everybody and won a few numbers…then people called me a furry…” He mumbled as his eyes stayed trained on the other, looking the outfit up and down before focusing on the hand that held his chain in place.

“Well you do look the part…” Wade gestures to the ears before finding a spot to set his drink down. A nearby table would do good and he sets it down, dragging his puppy along behind him, who was more than happy to be dragged around.

As Wade turned his back to put his drink down, Wolvie rested his chin on the other’s shoulder, shutting his eyes contently as he simply leaned against the other, a soft purr exiting his throat.

Dropping his voice to a whisper, Wade gently turned his head and asked, “How about we go somewhere more private?”

And that set off a reaction in the other, the mutant’s face nuzzles against the other’s hood, mumbling an excited ‘yes’ into the fabric as his hands eagerly hugged the man’s hips.

Rather surprised by the other’s affections in front of so many people he did his best to slink out of the other’s grasp while still dragging him along with the make-shift leash. He knew the other wasn’t sober, and if he allowed himself to get lost in the touches because it was something he craved, he was sure Logan would kill him when he sobered up and somehow people they knew found out.

Deadpool swerves around groups of people, though the dim lights and plethora of colorful costumes allowed him to disappear into a bedroom that he did a quick scan of. It was definitely a guest room based on the blank decor, and one the homeowner thought wouldn’t be entered as unlike the rest of the house, it had no decorations at all.
Flicking on the lights as he lets go of the leash so he can shut the door, Logan walks over to the bed and crawls into it while watching Wade work.

Once the door is shut and locked, Wade turns and spots those big puppy dog eyes staring him down and his hips wagging, making the faux tail sway behind him.

[He looks 2 apples tall]

“What? Do you want something?” His voice was laced with playfulness as he slowly approached the man on the bed, earning a whimper from the other as Wolvie’s head tilts to the side.

“Come on, Puppy…speak.”

Wade stands right infront of the man, reaching a hand forward and teasing the fluffy brown hair, like an action he needed to do every time he saw it.

“I want you…-” Logan leans forward and rests his face against the other’s stomach, rubbing his cheek against the dress like he was trying to mark it with his scent. “-...puppy needs you…” A pair of hands slowly glide under the other’s dress, his nails digging away at the undergarments beneath.

Deadpool hums, continuing to massage his pet’s scalp as he allows those needy hands to tear away at the fabric- even hearing those signature claws being let loose to cut through his clothes forces a shiver up his spine.

In a flash Wade is picked up, causing him to tear at the hair in his grasp before being tossed onto the small twin xl bed.

Logan then dips his head under the fabric once Wade’s back was flush against the bed, diving under the puffy fabric to access what he desired underneath.

His claws tear and rip, even slashing his skin which splattered a bit of blood before sealing right back up. Though that blood wasn’t left to waste as Logan licks it up, even gently sucking on the spots where the wounds just were.

It doesn’t take long before Wade’s cock is set free, already semi-hard from watching his puppy desperately tear away at his clothes like some wild animal.

Just as quickly as the cock is free, Logan’s lips are against the shaft as he sinks his claws away- instead using his hands to delve deeper under the torn fabric to grip at his owner’s body. His lips kissed up and down the shaft, his teeth grazing against the other’s cock as he panted along the sensitive skin.

Wade was left in the dark on what was going on underneath, but he got an idea as he felt his pup lapping at his cock with a hunger he’d only seen on occasion, usually when drunk. He tries to keep quiet, whimpering and moaning as he grips the sheets since the hair he loved to tug at was lost to the fabrics of his dress.

A few more needy kisses are placed along the shaft, some even making their way to the tip, before Wolvie raises his head and lowers his head over his lover’s cock.

Bobbing his head, Logan’s hands move from under the other’s torn up clothes to gripping the other’s hips to keep them from bucking up- he was eager to do this all on his own.

Using his arms to prop himself up, Wade wishes he could get a better look- to see his pet work his way up and down, watch his hands tease his skin- though he did get to see his tail swaying and bouncing as the puppy moved about.

A few more rocks of the mutant’s head and Wade’s legs tense as he feels that familiar rush of his climax- and before he could even prepare, he feels the rush of euphoria as his cum coats the other’s mouth.

Wade pants as his grip relinquishes on the bed below him, feeling some movement under his dress and suddenly a very happy Logan pops his head out, slobbering and cum dribbling from his lips as those big puppy eyes look to Wade like he was some god shining down on him.

[Oh puppy please don’t stroke my ego…but also please do i love it]

His werewolf ears were askew on his head, so Wade made sure to fix them as Logan crawled up past the skirt and rested against his owner’s chest.

“Can you show me what is in your pockets?” Deadpool asks, as his hand happily returns to petting the other’s head, using his other hand to pull him even closer with the chain.

Logan shuffles a bit, reaching back and pulling out a bundle of streamers with numbers on them and offers them to his Lover.

Releasing the chain when he deemed his puppy was as close as possible, he takes the bundle of streamers and scrunches them into a tight ball. Then he tosses it aside, before cupping his puppy’s cheek and wiping away some of the fluids still pooling from his lips.

“You won’t be needing those…”

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Guys, I have not forgotten about this- especially not Poolverine- still has my heart fully in it's old yaoi grips. But , I live in the US and it has been a fucking time and has made me go insane trying to cope- and writing fics was thrown to the side. Aswell as motivation has been at an all time low the past few months- i've been trying to write here and there for my fics but just can't find the motivation to complete full chapters and make content I think is worth being seen by others. I can make short chapters and joke chapters- and maybe some doodles- but trust I do have a few chapters cooking right now, just need time.

Anyway- thank you so much for reading. I appreciate all the fellow freaks I've commanded to my lil corner of the internet.