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It had been Vanessa’s idea for the group to take a trip to the beach. Her argument was that they had all been overworking themselves recently, what with Wade and Logan saving the timeline, Colossus, Yukio, and Negasonic with their X-Men duties, and the others with their jobs, so they all deserved a break. There were a few people who couldn’t go, so it ended up being Wade, Logan, Vanessa, Yukio, Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Colossus, Laura, Dopinder, and Blind Al. They rented two cabins on the coast and filtered in where they felt like. Vanessa took one cabin with Dopinder, Colossus, and Blind Al, and the rest stayed in the other.

“Woah, hey, no,” Logan protested. “There’s not enough room for all of us in one.”

“Sure there is,” Vanessa said. “Ellie and Yukio can share a bed in the room with Laura, leaving you and Wade each a room.”

“I don’t want to share with them,” Laura said, her sun glasses down over her eyes. “They’re going to make out all night.”

“She’s right,” Ellie said.

“That’s okay,” Wade said, carrying a cooler up the stairs into the cabin. “You take one of the rooms, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Wade,” Logan said, following him in with a box of beers. “I’ll sleep on the couch, you take the room.”

“As much as I appreciate the chivalry,” Wade said, setting the cooler down on the kitchen table. “You’re over 200 years old and grumpy as fuck in the mornings. I don’t want to wake up to you shish kabobing one of the girls because you didn’t get your beauty sleep.”

“Like you’re any better?” Logan shot back.

“I don’t have knives in my skin.” He blew Logan a kiss as he backed out of the room. “Sleep well in your feather bed, princess.”

Logan grumbled to himself and popped the cap off a bottle of beer.

-

Wade didn’t like being out in the sun, Logan realised. Well, it was more like he didn’t like being out in public without at least a teeshirt on. Even under the umbrella, he had his arms folded over his chest.

“Why are you being so twitchy?” Blind Al asked, frowning from her seat set up in the sand behind the towels Dopinder had set up for the group.

“I don’t know, Al,” Wade said, his voice curling sarcastically. “Maybe I don’t want everyone staring at this ugly mug for the next few days.”

“Shut up,” Logan snapped.

“Excuse me?” Wade asked, genuinely surprised at Logan’s words.

From his position laid on one of the beach towels, Logan tilted his head back on his hands and looked at Wade from under sunglasses. “I said, shut up.”

“I heard. Why?”

“Because you’re not fucking ugly.”

Wade was quiet, staring at Logan like he’d grown a second head. 

“What?” 

“I just… Um.” Wade blinked a few times before going red in the face. “Thanks?”

“Shut up.”

-

It was dark outside by the time they’d finally got the fire going.

“It would have been faster if you let me help,” Ellie muttered.

“No,” Colossus said. “You are getting better at controlling your gifts, but you are not there yet.”

“Thanks, Piotr,” she grumbled.

Logan poked one of the logs with a stick, a cigar wedged between his teeth and a bottle of beer in his other hand. 

“Those things’ll give you cancer, you know,” Dopinder said before cowering slightly at Logan’s withering look. “Sorry, Mr. Wolverine.”

“He’s got healing abilities that’ll outrun any cancer,” Wade said from his seat next to the fire. “Don’tcha, big boy?”

Logan let out a slight growl.

“Ohh, someone’s getting feisty.” Wade smirked up at him across the fire pit. “Down boy, or you’ll really get something to suck on.”

“Wade,” Vanessa laughed. “Leave him alone.”

“Why?” Wade asked, laughing along. “You don’t think he can handle me flirting with him?” He looked back at Logan, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Tell them about the Honda Odyssey, Logan.”

Laura groaned and rolled her eyes. “The smell of that car is going to forever be ingrained in the folds of my brain.”

“What happened in the Honda Odyssey?” Piotr asked.

“So much blood,” Laura said.

“And more,” Wade teased.

“Shut it, bub,” Logan warned.

“Wait, what happened?” Vanessa asked, leaning in to Wade’s side.

Wade laughed. “Nothing, we just fought like animals all night. I was so wet the whole time.”

Logan rolled his eyes, thankful for the darkness and flickering light from the fire to cover his blush. He remembered feeling Wade against him in the car, his body stiff in places that he hadn’t expected but hadn’t been opposed to. If Logan hadn’t been that mad at Wade, he might have done something about it. He had a thing for violent sex, so what?

They grilled food over the fire and had a picnic type dinner, each of them settling into a peace that they were growing used to, now that Logan was there and that Wade had gotten over his midlife crisis. As the food disappeared, the conversations picked up again. Logan could hear all of them. Piotr was talking to Logan about the X-Men, about how Logan was more than welcome to join if he wanted to. Yukio, Ellie, and Laura were talking about movies, though Logan wasn’t really paying attention to which they were discussing. Dopinder and Blind Al were talking about the soundtrack to the musical version of Beetlejuice , a favourite of both of theirs that Logan found surprising. He heard his own name, though, and honed in on Wade and Vanessa’s conversation.

“Why not?” Vanessa asked. “If you like him, ask him out.”

“Please,” Wade said, deflecting. “Why do you think he’s even attracted to me, too? Just because I want to jump his bones, ride and grind, take him to pound town, doesn’t mean that he does, too.”

“Because I have eyes, stupid,” Vanessa teased. “Wade, Logan likes you. He likes you as more than a friend. And you can’t give me anymore of that self pitying bullshit that you’ve been shoveling for the last few weeks, okay? You’re a catch.”

“Riiiiiight. Says the woman who left me for a guy in accounting.”

Vanessa laughed. “It was a mutual agreement, Wade. You agreed that we’re soulmates, that our crazy’s match, but that we aren’t supposed to be lovers. You found someone to match your freak, baby. Let him.”

“You know, how is Matthew?”

“Mark is great.”

“I like Michael. I think he’s a great guy for you, even if he is an accountant.”

“He’s an accountant in the same way that I was a dancer, Wade.”

Logan nearly choked on his beer as he tried not to laugh at how comically round Wade’s eyes got. 

“He’s an accountant ?” Wade asked.

Vanessa nodded. “He’s got quite a following on OnlyFans, too. Anyway, stop trying to change the subject. When are you going to tell Logan that you like him.”

Wade looked up from his beer and directly into Logan’s eyes. “He knows.”

“You told him?” Vanessa leaned in closer, excitement in the set of her shoulders.

“No.” Wade smirked slightly. “He’s got enhanced hearing, Nessa.” He broke eye contact to look back at her. “He can hear out conversation.”

She looked at Logan from across the fire with wide eyes. “Oh.”

Logan tilted his head to the left slightly, catching Wade’s eyes again. He nodded in the direction of their cabin, not waiting to see if Wade followed. He heard footsteps and smelled Wade behind him, listened to the way his heart was beating just slightly faster than normal. He opened the door and held it open for Wade to enter before him.

“Look, I-” Wade started, but Logan crowded him into the corner next to the door, his lips pressed firmly against Wade’s. 

Wade made a noise of surprise but his hands were soon on Logan’s shoulders, one sliding up into his hair. The kiss was hot and sloppy as they made their way to the room that had been designated as Logan’s, hands roaming and groping and stroking.

“Oh, fuck,” Wade panted as Logan attached himself to his neck. “I’m guessing that you want to do this, too?”

“Shut up, Wade,” Logan muttered against his skin, nipping the skin there none too gently. “Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

“With pleasure.”

Logan pressed Wade against the wall next to the bed, his hands sliding up and under Wade’s ridiculous Hawaiian shirt. It was custom made, with pictures of Mary Pupins in a repeating pattern intermingled with palm trees. He traced over Wade’s scared skin, feeling each bump and ridge against his finger tips, pressed into his palm. He reached down and pulled Wade closer by his ass, grinding their hips together and drawing a delicious moan from Wade’s mouth. Logan wanted to swallow it.

“I just,” Wade started, his hips rolling with Logan’s as they set a steady rhythm. “I just don’t want you to feel like you - fuuuck - like you have to do this.”

Logan pulled back and took one of Wade’s hands, pressing it against the growing bulge in his jeans. “Does this feel forced to you?”

Wade shook his head. “Feels nice.”

“Right, so can we please continue with this?” Logan kissed Wade again, gentler this time. “I’d like to fuck you before the girls go to bed, if that’s okay, and we can talk about this in the morning.”

“I told the TVA and I’ll tell you now, I’m not a natural bottom,” Wade rambled as Logan attacked his throat again. “So we’re going to have to take this nice and slow, okay? Lots of prep work, gentle loving.”

Logan pulled back just enough to look Wade in the eyes. In the low light, the brown swam with amber tones. “Who said you’d be the one getting fucked?”

Wade’s eyes went wide once more, a grin stretching across his face. “I can definitely do that.” He slipped a hand down Logan’s back and over his jeans, groping his ass. “Didn’t take you for a bottom, Wolvie. You wanna be my little bitch, huh?”

“Liking what I like doesn’t make me a bitch,” Logan grunted, biting Wade’s shoulder until he tasted blood.

“Okay,” Wade said, his voice breathy. “Still, didn’t expect it from you.”

“I do both,” Logan said, warmth spreading up his stomach from his crotch. “God, want to touch you.”

“Go ahead, peanut, I’m all for it.”

Logan kissed him hard again, their hips slotting back together, restarting their tantalising roll. He pulled on Wade’s stupid button up until the buttons popped off, leaving his chest bare. Getting down on his knees, Logan kissed down Wade’s skin, sucking a mark that quickly faded just above his belly button.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Wade gasped as Logan pulled down his shorts, leaving him in just his briefs. 

“Right back at ya, bub,” Logan said, licking a strip up the front of Wade’s boxers, mouth his erection through the cloth.

Wade went still, his hand in Logan’s hair tightening slightly. “Please don’t lie to me, Logan.”

Logan looked up, the seriousness of Wade’s tone catching him off guard.

“I know what I look like, okay?” Wade laughed, no humour behind his eyes. “I look like a gremlin fucked an avocado and left it out in the sun to rot. In the middle of August. In the back seat of a Ford fiesta. I get it, so please don’t lie to me.”

Logan frowned. “I’m not.” He stood up when Wade huffed out a laugh of disbelief. “Hey, I’m not lying to you.” He waited until Wade met his eyes. “Yeah, you’re not gonna win any medals, but who gives a shit about what the rest of the world thinks? I think you’re handsom. I think you’re sexy, and fuckable, and…”

“Do you think I look like Ryan Reynalds?” Wade asked, winking.

“I don’t know who the fuck that is.” Logan leaned in and kissed him gently. “I like you, okay? A lot.”

Wade was quiet for just a moment before he nodded. “Okay. We’ll talk more about it tomorrow, but now I want to fuck you nasty.”

Logan nodded and kissed Wade again, mouth opening for his tongue, wet noises emanating from the both of them. Wade hooked his fingers into Logan’s belt loops and pulled him closer, unbuckling the belt and throwing it somewhere behind them. He rapidly unbuttoned and unzipped Logan’s jeans and shoved a hand down his underwear, gripping Logan’s dick and pumping it.

Moaning, Logan rocked forward, one hand on Wade’s back under his shirt, the other holding his head in place as they kissed. He only pulled back to pull off his shirt before diving back in with his mouth.

“Oh, God,” Wade groaned. “Fuck yes, gimme those titties.” 

He kissed his way from Logan’s mouth to his chest, both hands now cupping his pecs. He licked and sucked on each nipple, revelling in the feeling of them on his tongue.

“I love your fucking hairy tits,” Wade said, dropping to his knees to lick down Logan’s chest along the line of hair that led to his underwear. “Oh, you smell so good.”

Logan laughed. “Do you ever shut up?”

“No.”

Wade pressed a hand to Logan’s chest, squeezing slightly and running his fingers through his chest hair. 

“Is the rest of you like this?” Wade looked up at him with sparkling eyes. “Take off your pants.”

Logan nodded, grinning down at Wade, and hooked his thumbs into the hem of his jeans to do so when a scream pierced the air around them. Without a second thought, Logan was out of the door, bursting into the living room with his claws drawn, Wade beside him with his mask on and his guns at the ready. Heart pounding in his chest, anger crackling through his body, Logan search the room for an assailant, for a robber, for someone to maim.

Ellie, Yukio, and Laura looked up at them from the couch, each of them wide eyed at the half naked men in front of them. 

“Dude,” Laura said, her face scrunching in disgust. “I don’t even want to know what you’ve been doing.”

Ellie covered Yukio’s eyes.

“Who screamed?” Logan growled. 

“Sorry,” Yukio said behind Ellie’s hand. “I got scared by the movie.”

“By the movie?” Logan repeated, his claws retracting.

“Oooh, The Conjuring !” Wade said, lowering his guns. “I’d let Patrick Wilson bend me over any day.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Ellie said, rolling her eyes. “Can you go now? We’re trying to watch a movie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Logan grunted, pulling Wade out of the room by his arm.

“And keep it down in there!” Laura yelled. “I don’t want to have to keep hearing you two bone like dogs in heat!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Logan shouted, slamming the door to his room behind him.

Wade pulled off his mask and set his guns down on the bedside cabinet. “Well, that was the cock block of all cock blocks.”

Logan huffed out a laugh, pulled Wade back into his arms and against his chest. “I’m still up for it. Are you?”

Nodding, Wade attached their mouths again and pulled Logan onto the bed.

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The scream had taken the wind out of their sails slightly. Their kiss was slower, gentler than before and Logan realised that he actually liked it. The smooth glide of Wade’s lips against his own felt like honey, sticky and sweet. Wade’s hands on his shoulders were flower petal delicate, the barely there press of his fingers sending tingles down his spine.

“Well, this is nice,” Wade murmured. “I didn’t take you for the slow, romantic type.”

“I’m usually not,” Logan admitted.

Wade chuckled and rested their foreheads together. “Wanna do it missionary and snuggle afterward, softie?”

“And you’ve ruined it.”

Wade laughed as Logan pushed him away with a hand to the face. The air around them shifted as Wade grinned widely. He took hold of Logan’s belt loops and raised his eyebrow.

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one in his briefs.”

Rolling his eyes, Logan put his hands over Wade’s pushing down so that he’d follow through on his intentions. Logan kicked his jeans away as Wade knelt in front of him, exactly like a few moments ago. He pressed his face into Logan’s crotch, inhaling deeply.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Peanut,” Wade moaned. “You smell so good.”

Logan groaned and placed a hand on the back of Wade’s head, the wet heat of Wade’s mouth against the cotton of his briefs. He wished that Wade had hair to pull, but when the image of Wade wearing that fucking ugly toupee flashed into his mind, he almost laughed out loud. 

Wade pulled Logan’s briefs down in one smooth motion, leaning back as Logan’s erection sprang free. He dove back in, taking as much of Logan into his mouth as he could without gagging. Logan’s hand tightened on the back of Wade’s head and he reached behind himself to grab the footboard of the bed for support. As Wade bobbed his head, sucking and flicking his tongue against the slit of his dick, Logan felt fingers crawling up the back of his legs. Wade pulled off Logan’s dick and turned him around roughly, keeping his hands on Logan’s legs to stop him from tripping on his underwear, now tangled around his feet. He parted Logan’s cheeks and licked a hot stripe from his balls to his asshole, pulling a groan from Logan above him. He gasped as Wade started in with his tongue, stiffening it to probe inside. It was quickly followed by his fingers, starting with two. The intrusion burned so good.

“Fuck,” Wade panted, pulling away slightly. “You bring any lube?”

“No,” Logan grunted. “Didn’t expect to need it.”

“I did,” Wade said, his fingers leaving Logan. “I always come prepared, baby girl.” He looked around the room. “Shit, my bag’s in the living room.”

“Then go get it.”

“Looking like this?”

Logan turned around, his hip resting against the footboard, and looked down at the picture before him. Wade’s chin was shiny with spit and the front of his boxers was wet. The sight sent a hot throb to Logan’s dick and saliva quickly started to pool in his mouth, his canine teeth elongating slightly.

“The girls are still out there,” Wade said. “And I know they’ve all been through some shit, but I don’t really want to traumatise them any more.”

“Well,” Logan said. “I’m naked, so you’re the only one who can go grab it.”

Wade sighed and rested his forehead against Logan’s thigh.

“Fuck… fine.” He stood. “Wait here.”

“I’m not going anywhere, bub.”

“Oooh, keep talking dirty, honeybadger.”

Wade shuffled out of the room, closing the door behind him. Logan snorted as he heard Wade yell “Avert your eyes, children!” at the girls. When Wade got back to the room and closed the door again, locking it this time, he tossed his bag on the bed before riffling through it, pulling out a small bottle of lube.

“I didn’t know it came in travel-sized bottles,” Logan said, his hand loosely wrapped around his dick, pumping slightly.

“Yes, yes, Mr. Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, and now I’m going to fuck you at Wimbledon.”

Logan frowned. “What?”

“ Red, White, and Royal Blue ?” Wade stared at him. “One of the best books ever written?” He took on a mock affronted pose at Logan’s blank stare. “I am so disappointed in you, sugar tits. There’s a scene where Alex and Henry spite fuck in the closet during a tennis match at Wimbledon and-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Logan said. “You’re gonna talk away any chance of getting laid tonight.”

Wade’s mouth snapped shut comically.

“Now take that stupid shirt and your boxers off so I can suck your dick.”

The speed at which Wade fumbled to comply would have been impressive if Logan hadn’t seen him move that fast before, but once you’ve fought inside a Honda Odyssey, you’re not all surprised by Wade’s agility.

Logan pushed Wade onto the bed, crawling over him to slot their mouths together again. Wade moaned as Logan took hold of his dick, his mouth opening for Logan’s tongue.

“You’re sharper this time,” Wade mumbled, his tongue having swept over one of Logan’s canines.

“Happens.”

“Oh, Wolvie, you’ve got such a way with words.”

Logan replaced his mouth with his hand, kissing down Wade’s chest. He stopped at Wade’s dick, watching as it leaked precum in glistening drops. He lapped at it, tasting the saltiness and slight sweetness of Wade, before taking it deep into his mouth. Wade moaned, a hand coming to fist in Logan’s hair, the other reaching up to grab onto the hand still over his mouth. As Logan went lower, Wade moaned louder. When he swallowed around him, Logan thought they were going to have someone banging on the door at how loud Wade was being. Logan moved his hand over Wade’s mouth to fondle the merc's balls.

“Oh, fuck,” Wade moaned. “Fuck me, I didn’t know wolverines could deepthroat.”

Logan pulled off, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. “I’m over two hundred years old, you think you’re the first guy whose dick I’ve sucked?”

Wade whimpered at his words. “When we’re done, you’re gonna tell me about all the historical figures you’ve fucked.”

Snorting, Logan took Wade back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head of his dick and applying just enough pressure with his teeth to get that lovely groan to spill from Wade’s mouth again. 

“Keep doing that, kitten, and daddy’s gonna cum.”

So he did. He went from taking all of Wade into his throat and playing with his balls to just sucking on the tip, his teeth grazing the sensitive nerve under the head. Wade’s stream of consciousness turned to babbling nonsense (not much difference from before) and his fist tightened painfully in Logan’s hair, causing his dick to throb again. Wade started to buck his hips up into Logan’s mouth, free hand gripping the sheets so hard they started to rip.

“Oh, fuck,” Wade moaned loudly. “Fuck me, I’m gonna cum.”

Logan tapped his hip lightly to say that was fine by him, and Wade came with a shout, spilling into Logan’s mouth in hot, thick ropes. He continued to suck as Wade panted, going slack on the bed.

“Look at me,” Wade said. “I wanna see you swallow.”

Logan looked up, Wade’s cum still rolling over his tongue. He could spit, just to disappoint Wade, but he didn’t feel like it, so he swallowed, watching as Wade’s eyes grew even darker and his dick, which had begun to flag, grew harder again. 

“No refractory period with healing abilities,” Logan said with a smirk.

“Fuck yeah,” Wade whispered, sitting up and pulling Logan against him, chasing the taste of himself in Logan’s mouth.

Logan crawled forward so that he was straddling Wade’s hip, his own erection trapped between their stomachs. Wade took hold of him, pumping his hand slightly before reaching for the bottle of lube. He squirted a generous amount onto his hand and went back to business, one hand on Logan’s dick and the other fondling his balls. As the lube dripped down onto his hand around Logan's nuts, he gathered it and probed where his tongue had been just a little while ago, two fingers slipping in with greater ease than before. Logan moaned against Wade’s mouth and they panted into each other's space. Logan began to jerk his hips against Wade’s fingers, grinding down onto them. Wade slipped in another finger, curling them as he pressed his hand further in. He was down to his fourth knuckle, only his pinky finger still outside, and he had found what he was looking for. Logan groaned deeply as Wade massaged his prostate, the pace of his hips starting to become less steady.

“Cum all over me,” Wade muttered. “Baby, cover me in your cum.”

Logan nodded, not really paying attention to what Wade was saying, just continuing to grind down on his fingers to chase his orgasm. 

“When we get home,” Wade said, his voice barely above a whisper, “I’m gonna bend you over the bed and fuck you with my longest dildo, see how much you can take.”

Logan moaned.

“And when you’ve cum from that, I’m gonna fill you with myself and take you hard, until you’re begging to cum again.” He leaned in to suck a mark onto Logan’s neck, slightly disappointed by how fast it healed, and pumped his hands faster, slightly out of sync. “And then, baby, I’m gonna let you fuck me all you want.”

A hand found its way to Wade’s mouth again, the other holding onto his shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up,” Logan chanted. “Shut the fuck up.”

Wade licked his palm, moving up his hand until he had two of Logan’s fingers in his mouth. He sucked hard, tonguing between the digits, his spit sliding down the corner of his mouth and onto his chin. Logan’s mouth was hanging open as he watched Wade suck, panting heavily. 

“So that’s,” he started, groaning as Wade twisted his fingers inside of him again, “Th-that’s what I have to do to get you to shut up."

Wade nodded. He watched as Logan began to unravel around him. He felt Logan’s orgasm in his balls resting on his wrist before it hit, sending hot stripes up Wade’s chest, one even hitting his chin. He continued to stroke Logan’s prostate as he came, sucking on his fingers as Logan groaned as he came down from his high. He was glad to feel that Logan’s refractory period was just as short as his own.

He moved his head away, letting go of Logan’s fingers, and grinned at the older man.

“Time to fuck you, sweet cheeks.”

Logan pushed him away with a hand to the face again as he panted, shaking his head with a fond smirk on his mouth. 

“So how’d you wanna do this?” Wade asked, leaning back on his elbows and staring unabashedly at Logan’s fury body. “Soft and slow, missionary style? Hard and fast, with you bent over the bed?”

“You need an off switch, mouth,” Logan grunted, shifting to sit his ass fully down on the bed, the faint ache in his knees fading as quickly as it started. 

“No can do, but you’ve already found one of the on switches.” Wade reached up and ran a hand through the mess on his chest. “I look like a Jackson Pollock painting.”

“Not enough colours,” Logan chuckled.

“Well, we could always add red.” Wade wiggled his eyebrow muscles. “A little blood play, I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for later.” Logan leaned forward as Wade sat up and their mouths met in a slow kiss. “Now, stand up.”

Wade followed orders like a champ when he wanted to. Logan stood up as well, walking to the foot of the bed and standing in front of it with his hands on the baseboard, leaning over. 

“Behind me, merc,” Logan ordered, delight pooling in his stomach as Wade hopped to. “Now, I’m guessing you know what to do.”

“Uh-huh,” Wade said, his hands coming up to rest on Logan’s hips. He stroked a hand up Logan’s back, grabbing onto his shoulder. “Just tell me when.”

“Now,” Logan snapped.

He groaned deeply as Wade pushed himself into Logan, the stretch of his dick even better than his fingers. Wade’s hips were flush against Logan’s ass for a moment as they both adjusted, and then Wade started to rock his hips forward experimentally.

“I’m not made of fucking glass, asshole,” Logan growled.

“Oh, I know,” Wade said, gently stroking a thumb over Logan’s hip. “I’m just savouring the view.”

Logan opened his mouth to retort back, but his words were punched out when Wade pulled back and snapped his hips forward forcefully. His dick was longer than his fingers and it was at a better angle, hitting Logan’s prostate head-on. The slap of skin on skin was obscene as Wade set a furious pace. His grasp on Logan’s shoulder tightened, his short nails digging into the flesh. Each spark of pain sent a flash of heat to Logan’s groin. He reached up to take Wade’s hand and put it on the back of his head, encouraging the loud-mouth to pull his hair again.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” Wade panted, fingers twirling in the short strands of Logan’s hair. “Kitty likes it when I pull her hair? Does kitty like it when I scratch, too?”

For some fucking reason, Wade calling him Kitty was doing fucking something to him, so he just nodded, words not even forming in his brain. Wade let go of his hair and raked his nails down Logan’s back, hard enough to open shallow cuts that healed without bleeding. Logan groaned and clenched around Wade’s dick, causing him to moan as well. Wade’s hips were starting to lose their rhythm and Logan could feel that he was close, too.

“Bite me,” Wade said, leaning forward until his hand was over Logan’s mouth. “Bite me hard.”

“Fucking freak,” Logan panted, but he bit down on the flesh between Wade’s thumb and forefinger, his teeth breaking skin and blood spilling into his mouth.

Wade moaned even louder, the fingers of his other hand digging into Logan’s hip, his nails biting into his skin again. It seemed like Logan wasn’t the only one getting riled up by pain. 

“Fuck, I’m almost there,” Wade panted. “Want your claws in me.”

Logan shifted so that his back was to Wade’s chest. “Oh yeah?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Back up a second.”

“But-”

“Now!”

Wade pulled away and out, a hand dropping to his dick to pump himself off, but Logan slapped it away. He pulled Wade against him and kissed him sloppily before leading him back onto the bed. Wade laid down and Logan straddled him again, taking Wade back inside him with a groan of pleasure. As Logan began to ride his dick, Wade shifted his feet, digging his heels into the mattress so he could thrust up in time with Logan’s down stroke. 

“You sure you want this?” Logan asked, his hands splayed on Wade’s chest.

Wade nodded frantically, his hands on Logan’s hips. 

“Good.”

Curling his hands into fists, Logan felt the tips of his claws tear through the skin on his knuckles and deep into Wade’s ribs. Wade’s eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned, pleasure and pain mixed in equal parts in his voice. Blood bubbled around the wounds, flooding down Wade’s skin and onto the bedsheets.

“You want the same?” Wade gasped.

Logan nodded.

Wade reached under the pillow and pulled out his small knife, flipping it expertly in his fingers before digging it deeply into the muscle of Logan’s thigh with a whisper of “Baby knife” as he did so. Logan groaned, his head hanging down as he pumped his hips even faster, Wade’s thrusts sloppy underneath him.

"When'd you put that there?" Logan asked.

"The wonders of fanfiction, baby, things just happen."

Logan shook his head, choosing to ignore Wade again.

“One more time,” Wade said.

Logan retracted the claws on his right hand and moved his hand further down before unleashing his claws deep into Wade’s stomach. Wade pulled back the knife and stabbed it into his ass, moaning as he came deep inside Logan. Logan painted Wade’s bloodied chest with his cum, grinding down on Wade’s hips as Wade thrust up one more time. They stilled, claws and knife still dug into flesh and muscle, and organs in Wade’s case, both savouring the orgasmic high.

A moment or two later, Logan retracted his claws again, watching as Wade’s skin knit itself back together as if he hadn’t been hurt. He felt Wade pull the knife out of his ass and the wound heal, wishing slightly that he’d at least have a scar to show for it, but who would he show anyway?

“We’re gonna have to buy new sheets,” Wade panted. “I don’t think the owner of this lovely airbnb will appreciate bloodstains.”

Logan snorted, feeling Wade slip out of him as he swung his leg over, laying down next to him. 

“We got a lot more than just blood on these sheets.”

Wade turned to grin at him. “Wanna go again?”

Logan thought for a second before shooting him a smirk. “Yeah, alright.”

-

The next morning, after rounds three through eight, Logan sat down at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. He was reading a story about a group of teenagers who had helped clean up the beach when two sharp metal claws dug into his shoulder.

“Ah, fuck,” he grunted, looking up at Laura. “The fuck was that for?”

“How did you two fuck for six straight hours?” she growled, twisting her claws. “I got no sleep because of the two of you. I had to go for a mile walk before I couldn’t hear you.”

Logan blinked up at his adopted daughter, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks.

“You do that again tonight,” she whispered, “and I’ll cut off your cojones.”

Logan nodded.