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He's following him and Mary, even though he said he would figure out what to do next when Wade asked him about it. Yep. He has been following for one block now, after he said that they probably wouldn't be seeing each other around. And Wade smiles to himself. He didn't call out for him because he thought Logan didn't want that, even if he was dying to. He didn't want to bother him.

He gets in his building and walks to the elevators. When the doors open, he gets inside and waits holding the door. And there he's. The older man stares at Wade like he wants to say something. But as he just stands there Wade tips his head. 

“Get in.” 

And he does. He just gets in. Like a good boy. They stand side by side, and Wade lets go of the door and pushes the button to his level. 

“What's it?” He asks, he keeps looking at the numbers, but he can see with his peripheral vision that Logan turns to him.

“I don't want to go.” He says, tone  honest and clear.

Oh. 

“Well, you don't need to. You can stay with me.” He says and then because he doesn't want Logan to think he's some crazy person, well, more than Logan probably already thinks. “I mean till you get your life together.”

He can't look at him, if he does he'll end up saying that he doesn't need to leave at all. That he can just stay for as long as he wants. Like forever. But it's impossible, Wade knows he's just here because he doesn't know anyone but him, and has no money, or clothes, he has nothing. And it's Wade's fault, of course. He did it, he kidnapped him, and dragged him around, throwing him in chaos and danger. 

“Okay.” Logan says, but he keeps looking at him. Wade is about to ask what's it again, when the doors open. He walks out, and the older man follows him. 

He gets to his door and opens it, he enters sure that Logan will follow him in, but Logan stays by the entry. He seems unsure and nervous. 

“Come in.” Wade says and again Logan does. It seems like he needed Wade to say he could. 

Wade puts Mary on the floor and she moves easily and like she owns the place, smelling every surface she feels like. But Logan doesn't move, he keeps standing there, like stuck, he looks around the place, he seems curious, but like something is bothering him. And now Wade is worrying. 

“There's something wrong?”

Their eyes meet, and Logan looks afraid. Why is he afraid? Wade doesn't bite. Well, he could. But it's not like Logan would want him to, right? What's he thinking? He's being stupid again. 

“Would… would it be okay if I smell the place too?” Logan asks and avert his eyes. 

Eh? Oh. Of course. His mutation is very animal-like. 

“Of course. Smell all you need, make yourself at home.” He says. Make it your home. Make me your home if you want too. He has to stop it. These feelings. He will end up hurting himself if he keeps it up. 

Logan seems surprised, but he nods.

“Thanks.” 

As Logan and Mary move around the place, Wade observes. Logan gets close to the furniture, noise moving, sniffling. He makes a face as he goes. Does it smell bad? Oh, fuck. He bets it does. Probably everything smells like him and he doesn't smell good at all. Shit. And he hasn't cleaned the place in a while. That's what happens when you live alone and your superpower is depression. Like that's what sold the first movies.

“Huh, I'm sorry for the mess, I haven't cleaned the place. Didn't know I would have a guest.” He says. 

But Logan just stares at him, expression confused. 

“Do you need to smell the other rooms too?” Wade asks, he hopes he doesn't, because his room is really dirty and disgusting. 

And now Logan stops, he's bending, smelling the couch. 

“If it's okay. I know it may seem weird.” He says, looking unsure again. 

“No. I got it. It's because of your mutation, right?” 

He stands and nods. But he's staring at his feet. “If I smell it properly, I can get used to it. That's the only way I can truly relax. If I don't do it, I will get restless and angry. But I don't want to be angry. I want to…” He moves his face, eyes meeting Wade's. His eyes are soft now. 

“Yes?” 

“I want to be able to stay with you.”

And Wade blinks at him. What does this mean? That Logan wants to stay with him for good? Nah. Can’t be. He sure is trying to say he wants to be able to relax while he has to stay. Was that why he wasn't able to stay with the x-men? Was he ashamed of his animal parts? He wants to ask, but is afraid of making him feel bad, of intruding too much. But he also is kind of happy with what Logan just said. That he wants to stay with him, to be able to stay. Has he done it before? Staying with someone else? He wants to ask about it too. 

He smiles stupidly, face getting hot. He can't help it. Just this little piece of information is making his day even better. First he saved the multiverse with Logan, now, Logan wants to stay with him. Even if it doesn’t last much, he feels fucking happy.

“I’ll give you a tour.” He says. 

As Logan looks curious at him, Wade moves. “Come along.” 

He walks to the kitchen, that's like five steps from the living room, okay, fine, it's the same room. Call it an open concept or being poor, your pick. “You've already seen the living room, and here we have the kitchen. Where we can fry an egg and sit on the couch at once.”

And Logan laughs, it surprises him, he didn't know he was capable of it. Wade blinks dumbfounded as he waits while Logan smells the small stove, and the refrigerator. Wade has no hurry, actually he wouldn't mind watching Logan moving around for a living. Yes. And there he goes being silly again. What? Can’t he fucking enjoy the moment? There's nothing wrong with it.

Soon as Logan seems to be finished, Wade moves to the bathroom. He opens the door, but Logan doesn't get in. He stares at Wade, seeming kind of red. Is he feeling good?

“What's it? Are you fine?”  He looks cute with his face like this, but Wade can't help but worry.

“Are… are you sure I can smell it? It will get kind of intimate.” He says.

Oh. And Wade's face burns again. Okay. He already knew that Logan would be smelling his body fluids and well, everything from him. But saying it aloud. Fuck. Well, they will be living together, so it's kind of inevitable, right? Also in all honesty, Wade is fucking dying to be intimate with him. Fuck. Why can't he stop it? 

“It's fine. We gonna share the place, right? You need to get used to me.” He says, face burning hard. 

And Logan looks surprised at him. “You are making it too easy.”

Eh?

Logan gets in.

What does he mean? Wade sure doesn't want to complicate things. He wants this to be easy. Wasn't it easy before? With others? He wonders again if Logan feels ashamed of his mutation.

“And here we have our main bathroom, as you can see we have the best of the best, neutral soap, a shower with hot water, and the pressure is fine, I tell you. Not all places have this.” He says and Logan laughs again. It's getting weird. 

“So, I’m lucky?”

Wade nods, feeling silly. “Yes, you are very lucky.” But in truth he feels like he's the lucky one. He can't believe Logan is in his home. He watches as the older man moves around, smelling. Wade can only guess about what Logan must be smelling. Dogs do it to get information, right? What information is Logan getting? He's afraid to ask too.

“You aren't dating anyone?” Logan asks out of nowhere.

Eh?

Wade stares at him. Logan seems curious and unsure again. “I… can only smell you.” 

His face is on fire. Again, thinking about Logan smelling his odors particularly makes him nervous, also self conscious, fuck, and he bet it smells terrible. He feels stupid, and disgusting. Fuck, he showers regulary, okay, even when he was depressed he showered, he likes to be clean, but also knows he can't do much with his skin, it's always dying, flaking, creating secretions, rotting. He wishes he wasn't like this.  

He is the one averting his eyes this time. “No, I’m not dating anyone. It's been some years.”

“Really?”

He looks back at Logan, and the older man is looking at him attentively, eyes piercing. Wade nods. And Logan smiles, showing his pretty fangs, and he's so fucking pretty when he smiles. But why the smile? Is he happy Wade is single? No, he must think it's funny.  Yes. But also now that he approached the topic.

“What about you? Were you seeing someone?” He sure is popular. Come on. Look at this man, he's too fucking handsome. Maybe he and Jean…

“No. I don't date.”

Oh. 

“Really?” They are walking out of the bathroom. Logan nods, and Wade gets curious and curious. There's so many things he wants to ask. “Why not?” Hum, maybe he's aromantic, or simply doesn't have interest. There's nothing wrong with it, except it would break Wade's expectation. But then again, it's not like he has any chance, Logan is too far away from his league. That, and sure he's not gay. 

“It's really hard for me.” 

Eh?

“Why?” Fuck, he shouldn't ask about it. “Huh, don't mind, you don't need to tell me.”

“I just smelled your bathroom. And I'm about to smell your room.” Logan starts and Wade nods.

“You don't find it odd?” 

“No?” 

“Wade. You don't get it, do you? Smelling and licking, these aren't normal human behavior.” He goes on. 

Wait. Wait. Licking? What does he licks? Does he mean like Mary? He licks his partners and friends? Will he lick him? When?

“Ah.” Wade says. Like what he's supposed to say? He doesn't see a problem at all. 

Logan gives a little laugh, but there's no joy in it, he looks very tense, face crunched. “I get too attached to people. But I can’t ever get really close to them. And I also get agitated easily, with smells, with sounds, with fucking light. People like me at first, but when they get close they find me weird, disgusting.”

Oh, god. That's fucking sad. 

“I'm sorry. That's terrible.”

They are standing in front of the door to Wade's room. And Logan stares right at him, eyes cutting through him. Body so tense it's kind of shaking. Wade wishes to hug him. “Don't you… don't you find it disgusting?” 

“No.” He doesn't even need to think about it. 

And Logan keeps staring at him, like studying him. Then he smiles again, fuck. 

“Would you consider being my partner?” Logan asks and Wade's mind stops working. He imagined it. Yes. 

“What did you just say?” 

“I can smell it on you, you are kind of like me, right? So maybe it could work. Maybe we could work. If you want me. I know you are attracted to me. I can smell it too. And you could get used to me. I promise I will behave.”

Okay. There's a lot to unpack in just one saying. Wade can't think straight, he feels like fainting. He needs to fucking sit down. He walks in wobbly legs to the couch and sits. Mary comes to him and puts her little paws on his knees. Looking curious at him.

“Did you hear that?” He asks her and she barks.

“Exactly!” 

He looks back at Logan and he's staring confused at him.

“Are you fine?”

Fine? Hah. 

“I just need a moment.” Holy fucking shit.

And Logan seems sad again. “It's sinking in, right?”

Wade shakes his head. “It's not… come here.”

Logan walks to him immediately, and stands in front of him, he seems so unsure. 

“Sit.”

Logan does, he sits like an obedient dog in the fucking floor. And Wade and Mary stare concerned at him. 

“What are you doing?!” 

The older man blinks confused. “You said to sit.”

Oh, my fucking god. Wade is losing his mind now. “I meant on the couch, of course.”

“Oh.”

Yeah. Oh. This man. He can't believe him. Logan stands and sits at his side on the couch. And Wade keeps thinking about everything he said since the moment he got in that elevator, he has to take all in consideration. But he doesn't even know where to start. He takes a deep breath, petting Mary's head.

“Maybe it wasn't a good idea.” Logan says, and Wade looks back at him, but the older man is staring at his own hands.

“Look at me.” Wade asks, and the green eyes meet him.

“I gonna ask some questions. Is it okay?”

Logan nods. Okay.

“Did you mean everything you said?” 

“Yes, of course.”

Fuck. Okay. 

“What do you mean we are kind of alike?” 

“It's your smell. You smell like me. It's… it's the first time I find someone like me. A mate.” He says, sounding animated. Like it's good news.

But is it? It's something to do with biology? This makes him feel weird. Doesn't this mean Logan only likes his cells? He doesn't know what to think.

“I see. I didn't know it was like it, that we smelled similar. Huh, I need you to know something. I…” Fuck this is hard, but as Logan keeps staring at him, face attentive and nervous, Wade feels brave. “I wasn't born like this.” He starts. Maybe if Logan knows he will change his mind, and it will be over. He doesn't want to, of course, but he needs to know and maybe it's for the best. “I'm not a mutant, well not naturally. It was an experiment, they used your DNA, well, the other Logan's, they… lied to me, said they would heal me, make me a hero, I was so fucking stupid, but…” Tears slide on his face and he shakes. It still hurts so much. And now Logan looks more sad.

Wade hates it. He wants to embrace him, to take that sadness away.

“But I was desperate, without hope, I was sick,  very sick with…”

“Cancer.” Logan says and Wade blinks at him. 

“You know?”

“I can smell it too. I kind of knew you were different in a sense, cause I can't get sick.” He says. Oh. Wade sniffs.

“So it's okay?”

“No.” 

He knew. It wasn't possible at all. 

“Are they dead? The people that did it to you?” His eyes are hard, killing. There's a flame burning inside them and it burns inside Wade too. And he likes it. 

“Yes.”

Logan smiles. Those amazing fangs. “Did you kill them?” 

Wade lets go of Mary and sniffs, smiling back. “Yep.” 

And Logan smiles so big, he seems proud, and Wade feels amazing. He wants to kiss him hard, his eyes fall on his mouth. Fuck. 

“What did you mean when you said partner?” He needs to get it right. Maybe he means like a friend or an owner, like Mary. He finds Logan's eyes again and they are very dark.

“That I would like to be your partner, if you will have me.” He says. 

“What would it entail?”

Logan scratches his head. “Protection, loyalty, living together, touch, smelling and…”

“Licking?” What? He couldn't help it. 

Logan nods, facing getting red. Wade burns. “Would you explain to me how the licking goes?” He asks and Logan swallows.

Wade likes licking, he had many sexual partners. But he doesn't think Logan means licking in bed, he must mean on a regular basis. Like dogs do.

“It's a form of affection, the lick, and smelling and biting.” He seems unsure again. 

Biting? He didn't say anything about biting before. Fuck. Wade is curious about it too. But first things first.

“I see. And you would lick me?” 

“If it's okay.” 

“Show me.” 

And Logan  blinks surprised at him. “What?”

“Show me affection.” He asks softly. He needs to see it, to understand. Everything seems absurd. 

They stare at each other and he can see as Logan reflects. It doesn't take much, suddenly he seems sure. He nods, then holds his hand out. 

“Would you give me your hand?” 

Ah. It seems… kind of romantic? Oh, god. Wade does, he puts his hand over Logan's, and they both sigh. Wade knows why he sighs, but why did Logan sigh? 

“Can I take your gloves out?” 

Wade nods, and watches as Logan takes his glove slowly and with care. When his hand is bare Wade puts it on Logan's palm again. They sight deep now. Fuck. His hand is so warm. 

But there's one problem, Wade's hand is all sweaty, very slick, cause It's been days using the gloves. Shit. “Huh, I'm sorry, my hands are dirty, let me wash it first.” 

He tries to move his hand away, but Logan holds it with care. “I don't mind.”

Eh?

“Really?”

“Unless you think that's disgusting.” Logan says, that unsureness back on his eyes. 

“You don't care if I'm dirty?”

Logan's eyes get dark again, and Wade burns. And now he is starting to think it's not just about his cells. Maybe Logan is really attracted to him. Him! He can't believe it.

“I want you anyway.” He says and Wade is sure if he wasn't sitting he would have fallen down. 

“Logan…” 

The older man smirks. “You like it.” 

Like? He fucking loves it! He feels… He can't really put it in words. He nods and Logan seems happy. Then he stares at his hand for a moment. Like the rest of him, Wade's hand is covered with scars.

“Your skin is so different.” Logan says, thumb moving and caressing tenderly Wade's skin, and Wade stares back at Logan's face. He seems attentive and joyful. It's so odd. 

“It's ugly, I know.” Wade says. He can't help it. He's like this. He has come to accept that. 

“I like it.” Logan says and Wade blinks at him. 

“You what?” He asks, but Logan is bending, nose touching Wade's hand, he smells, sliding his nose slowly and lightly. Oh, god. It feels really goo… he rubs his face on his hand and stares at Wade with semi closed eyes. “I said I like it.” He repeats, tone really low now. 

“Logan…”

And It happens, his lips part, and his tongue gets out, sliding on Wade's skin. Wet and easy. He licks his hand slowly. Wade feels like melting. Oh, god. Oh, god. As Logan licks, his eyes change, he stares right at him, eyes kind and warm. They trap Wade in place. He licks the back of the hand and then turns the hand up and licks the palm. 

Wade moans and Logan stops. Staring surprised at him. 

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.” Wade says. 

“You like it too.” Logan says in wonder. Then. “Would it be okay if I lick other places?” 

Would it be okay? Wade is freaking out. He will not survive this man. As Wade doesn't say a thing, Logan's eyes change, he seems unsure again and lets his hand go. 

“Maybe it's too soon."

“Where would you like to lick?”

He sees Logan's face get pink again, his eyes getting that warm and soft. “Your lips.”

And of course Wade's lips part, as he sighs in wonder. He nods. Slowly Logan moves on the couch, getting close to him. He lifts one of his hands and lands it on Wade's face, touching very tenderly. Wade sighs again, it's inevitable. The calid touch makes him feel all warm. His fingers move on his chin, then his thumb slides on his lips, caressing, and now Logan is the one sighing.

His eyes fall on Wade's lips, and he moves forward slowly. Logan licks over his lips softly, and Wade closes his eyes, swallowing and breathing deep. 

Again it feels so romantic, it surprises him so much. He didn't expect it to be like this. He keeps his eyes closed. 

“Would you show it again?”

And the slick warm tongue touches his lips. Oh, god. He opens his eyes and stares at that handsome dirty face, he's looking at him with eyes so deep and full of warmth. They stare at each other, face very close, lips parted, breathing deep. 

“What about kissing? Is it allowed?”

And Logan swallows hard. “Ye… yes.”

This is too good to be true. Something bad will happen, he's sure. He won't survive, will he? Even so he wants it. 

“Would you kiss me?”

Logan moves close slowly, it's such a wonder. Then he brushes his lips on Wade's, so softly, it's barely a touch. They both sigh deep. It impresses Wade so much, cause he always thought Logan would be hard, fierce, well, he's animalistic, isn't he? But he kisses him with tender lips, and Wade kisses back, lips sliding on each other's. 

They kiss like this for a while and it's perfect. A bliss. And Wade can't help it, he gets lost in this feeling and he's the one deepening the kiss. He sees the surprise in Logan's eyes, and also that he loves it. Yesss. The older man kisses back in the same way, he moans in Wade's mouth and its fucking glorious. 

They kiss and kiss and it's again Wade getting gone, he moves, pushing Logan on the couch. And Logan lets him, seems like he's very happy with it, and Wade smiles on the kiss. A leg between Logan's, his hands on his shoulders. Then this happens, there's pain… fuck. 

His head pulses, his body feels weird, and why the fuck his teeth are hurting? He pulls away, and Logan stares confused at him.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Why does he think it's him? 

Wade sits back. He already misses it, Logan's lips and the warmth of his body under him. “No, I just… feel weird. My head hurts.”

Logan nods, but it's clear he feels put down. And Wade reaches for his hand, holding it. “It's not you. That was perfect. You are perfect. It's me. I'm sick, and some days it gets bad.” He says and Logan looks curious at him, his nose twists, it's like he's studying him. And Wade can see the concern. Does he care about him? 

Well, he went there for him, didn't he? And saved Wade. Yes. But that was a hero thing, now, it's the real thing. Wade smiles faintly and it gets worse, his head hurts more, he feels dizzy. “I think I need to lay down a bit.”

He stands, body feeling weak. Fuck. He just needs to go to his bed, it's close. He can do it. He goes in the direction of the bedroom, its hard to walk, his body feels heavy in weak legs, he's half away when he falls down, he readies himself for the impact, but suddenly Logan's hands are around him, and Logan takes him on his arms. 

It feels like a dream. Is it a dream? He's not sure, his vision is a bit blurry now. 

“Logan, you don't need to… I can walk, I…”

“It entails it too. Taking care, it's part of being mates.” He says, and he keeps looking at him that way, concerned and like he's trying to figure out something. 

A mate. An equal. Maybe it's really a dream. And as pain grows on him, he wonders if he's not hallucinating. It has happened before, but… he moves his hand touching Logan's face. It was never this great. 

“Are we mates?”  

“Yes.” 

Oh. There's no doubt in his voice. And tears slide on Wade's face. 

“What's it? Is it hurting much?” 

It's, all his muscles hurt. He nods, and whines, even a little move brings him pain. Yet. “I'm happy.” He confesses, hand caressing his face. 

“You are happy?” 

“Cause… cause you want me as your mate. Even if it is a dream I…”

“It's not a dream.” 

He seems so sure. 

“Is it not? How can I be sure you aren't a dream I made up?”

“No. I'm here. I'm real. I got you. I won't let go.” He rubs his face softly on Wade's palm.

And Wade smiles, fuck, his face hurts, and his teeth is fucking sensible. “Kay. I… I gonna believe in you.”

Logan smiles back, showing his pretty fangs again. When Wade gets better he's gonna ask for it, for the bitting. 

“I gonna take you to bed.” Logan says and as he moves Wade's whole body troubles. Fuck. Fuck. It hurts so much he groans, hand falling away from Logan's face.

“I'm sorry.” Logan says, and the door is being opened. 

“Ahh… fuck… and we get to the last point on our tour… here… here is where the magic happens. And a lot of crying too.” He says. The pain in his teeth is increasing. It's a bit different from his normal pain. Guess his body is trying new forms to make him suffer, right? 

Logan moves with him and lays him down on the bed with care, but Wade whines anyway, it hurts so much. 

“I'm sorry. Magic?” He asks and Wade's vision is really failing on him, and it hurts to keep his eyes open, but he wants to keep looking at Logan's handsome face. 

“It’s a… ah…  joke. There… ah, hum… hasn't been any magic. I didn't… fuck… bring anyone here.” He doesn't want to, but he closes his eyes. And all is darkness.

“I see. Do you have any medicine?”

Medicine, of course! “In the bathroom, in my pink nécessaire.”

“I'm gonna be right back.”

“No! Ahhhh…” He reaches his hand out and the pain hits him hard and he shakes, whining hard. “Don’t… ah… don't leave me.”

Logan holds his hand with care.

“I'm not leaving. I'm gonna take care of you.”

He feels when lips touch his hand. “I gonna take your costume out, okay?”

Fuck. His ear canal starts to hurt too.

“You… ah… holy shit… ah, Logan… you should have found a better mate. Someone that you wouldn't have to take care of. Someone that doesn't have fucking cancer. Someone better… worthy… ahhh.” 

And he's crying hard. Shaking, everything hurts. 

“There's only you for me.” There's some movement, and he feels when his costume is opened. 

“It's because of my cells, I'm sure there must be others like you out there and…”

“What the fuck are you talking about? It's not because of it that I want you.”

Eh? Fuck. It’s hard to think, to breathe, he can't fucking move without pain. It hurts when Logan's hands touch him, sliding the costume out. He shakes, whining hard. He can't stop weeping.

“I… I know you are attracted to me too. I… I know that, but… oh, god, why does this hurt so much?”

“Wade, I'm so sorry. You got it all wrong. And it's my fault. I'm so dense and stupid. Fuck.” His hands keep moving. 

“I love you.” 

He imagined it. It's the pain. He's hallucinating because of the pain. Yes. 

“Did you hear me? I love you.”

No. No. No.

“Logan… ahh, Logan… I… I…” 

“Calm down, it's alright. You don't need to say it back. And I don't think it's the cancer, Wade.”

Eh? Eh?! What? Of course it's, what more could it be? He's about to ask about it, when a wave of pain hits him hard, he spasms, screaming, and everything disappears. 

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The darkness is dense, covering everything. There are no shapes, no sounds, anything. And he is running through it, desperate. Scared. Yes, because he isn't alone there. The only thing he can sense is that something is coming for him. Hunting him. 

It is a bit concerning that he is running completely naked, sure, but his despair is bigger than his silliness now. There isn't space for it, even this part of him is shaking, hiding. Do you readers know what the fuck could it be? Tell later. He has to fucking escape!

He runs and runs, feeling at every step that that thing is close, it will catch him… and then there is a change, he is still in the dark, but can tell he is awake because everything hurts. He's shaking and it's so cold, is he running a fever? 

Wait. Is he safe? Was that just a dream? Fuck, why can't it stop? He tries to speak, and more pain curses through him, holy fucking shit, it's striking, his mouth hurts like hell. Yet he feels the pained word vibrate in his mouth, but there's no sound. Actually there's no sound at all. Why? Has he gone deaf? He tries to open his eyes but they are glued. What the fuck is happening? He calls again for Logan. Not sure if anything is coming out. Then he feels it. A hand touches his hand and he grabs at it desperately. 

Logan…

He's still here, he's at his side. Of course, he's. What was it he said before? 

It entails it too. Taking care, it's part of being mates.

He's taking care of him. Yes, Wade can feel a wet towel on his forehead and some cover over his sick body. But what he can really feel is Logan's big hand on his. Soft, but so warm. He tries to say it again.

Logan… I… I lo…

And another wave of pain hits him.

He's back in the darkness except this time he can see something. Some faint shapes he can't make out, but it gives him a sensation it's actually a place. He is still running. Running for his life. Frightened. Still fucking naked and he hopes his hunter enjoys the amazing view of his ass, as he gets the fucking out of this place. Yep, cause that's all this fucking thing is getting.

So, you over there, no clue too? Guess not. But don't worry, he got it. Wade won't stay. He has to go home. He has someone waiting for him. A mate. Someone who is willing to stay, to take care of him, even if he doesn't deserve it. A shiver runs through his body now, fuck, that thing found him.

No! No! He is going home…

He has a sense he's screaming, and the screaming makes him feel more pain. He feels so much pain his body gets numb, it's just a shivering and tingling thing. He tries to reach for Logan's hand again. Where did he go? Has he left? He cries in the silence, he feels the painful vibration of his whines, the tears sliding on his skin, his eyes move a bit, but they are still glued. 

Logan… please… don't leave me… 

But it also makes sense if he did. There's better people out there. Better mates. But he said he doesn't want him because of it. He said he wants him. Him! Because of him. Even if it's absurd and…

The feeling of the towel in his forehead being moved startles him, it's warm, after a moment a cold one is put back in its place, and then the hand slides on his again. And not just it, he feels as if something soft touches it. Oh, he's kissing his hand. 

Logan… the word vibrates without sound.

Then there's a little lick and Wade feels something dripping. 

Wait. Is he crying? He hates it.

Please don't cry.

He hopes he can listen or understand even if Wade can't hear. 

He feels another lick and receives another tender kiss on the back of his hand. It makes him happy. He wants more, he wants for Logan to kiss more, to lick all of him. To show his affection freely. He wants to show it too. To reciprocate. 

I love you. These words are the last vibrate sensation he feels before pain strikes him again.

He's running through a forest, it's dense, dark, and humid. He can see the movement of the leaves, more than it, he can sense the movement inside the trees, his feet cut as he steps in sticks, it hurts but it's like something is bleeding with him. Like earth and him are one. His body is heavy, but he's fast, and suddenly he sees something in his line of sight, and it takes over him.

His vision gets sharp, as his body bends and he's running on all fours. Fast, killing, he sees the silhouette of a person, they are running, they are quite fast, he smirks, he can taste the hungry primitive desire in his mouth, it's his hunt, and they aren't faster than him. 

He gets them in a moment, jumping over them, throwing their body on the dirty earth. The man is shivering, he can feel his fear, his despair, delicious, he salivates, and he turns him up, he wants to stare in the eyes of his prey. 

His same brown eyes stare scared at him. They see each other through each other's eyes, and they smile, the other smile is simple, a silly man, barely, covered in scars, but his smile is something not human, he's a beast with fangs.

“We have to go home.” The other him says.

He gets ready to the bite. Home is a feast. And he devours himself…

The pain of skin ripping courses through him, blood runs warm and rich on his throat, sliding velvet and delicious, but he gags with it, he convulses and shakes and something reaches him, bubbling out of him, the shaking and vibration gets unbearable and he can hear something disgusting burbling, moving, like an alive thing, and there's this striking sound. What is it? Oh, he's screaming again and the sound of his scream is coming back to him, but it's so loud and there's more sounds. It's a cacophony of noise and it hurts so much, he can feel the hot liquid on his ears. And that disgusting thing keeps moving, gurgling, pulsing…

(((Wade…)))

(((focus)))

(((focus)))

(((on my voice)))

(((voice)))

(((voice)))

The words hit him, like a knife, cutting deep. 

(((Log)))

(((Ahhh)))

(((Ahhh)))

(((Ahhh)))

(((hurtssssss)))

(((ssssssssssss)))

His mouth hurts too, he tastes blood, metallic and bitter, but the sound of his own words cut and cut through his eardrums.

(((I know)))

(((love)))

(((love)))

(((love)))

It hurts good. And he feels the hand on his. 

(((feel me?)))

(((yyyyesss)))

(((so hear me too)))

(((too)))

(((too)))

He tries to focus on Logan, but that disgusting sound doesn't stop.

(((Log…)))

(((Log)))

(((Log)))

(((there's something)))

(((something)))

(((alive)))

(((alive)))

(((here with me)))

(((me)))

(((me)))

The hand caresses his. (((It's you, love.)))

“You are alive, Wade”. His tone is very soft.

Ah. These are his sounds? The sounds of his body? Ah, the air flowing, the organs pulsing, the blood moving, the fluids and process, his heart beating. He's alive and he hears Logan, something moving and pulsing, gurgling, then his strong heart. 

“I can hear you, inside you.”

“Good, now focus only on me, okay?”

He tries to nod. It hurts. “Easy, love.”

“I love when you call me that.”

“Yes?”

“Huhum… fuck, my mouth hurts like hell.”

“It will heal.”

“Kay.”

They are almost whispering.

“Did the shaking stop? The shaking in your ears and head?”

Hum? Well it got a bit soft, but still there's a buzz. And the sounds start to take shape, he can't see, its all dark, but as he hears the sound of the refrigerator in the kitchen, of a drop of water in the sink, the wind shaking the windows, someone walking in the condo above them, the wings of some insect, is it a mosquito? He knows where things are even if he can't see them. 

“I can hear everything. That's fucking cool. Wait, I got an upgrade? But how is that pos…?” 

He hears as Logan sits in the bed, the vibrating metallic sound of springs and, oh, Logan's bones touching.

“Logan, what's happening? Am I turning into something else?”

He feels the lips on his hands, kissing tenderly…

Smooch,  slip…

It sounds delicious, soft and wet. 

“I don't think so, you still seem like you.”

Oh. He feels relief and boredom at the same time, ha, for a moment he thought he was becoming something like Logan. How stupid.

“But you got fangs too.”

What? “WHAT?!!!”

(((WHAT)))

His ears hurt again. Fuck!

He whines and shakes.

“Take it easy, love.” 

Shhh, zap, tup, tup, zzzz, ping, hey, bonk, tun tun tun, blob, shh…

“I think there's a mosquito close to your shoulder, can you kill it? Its fucking bothering me.” He minds his tone again, talking in a low tone.

Flap, ziunnn, sisisisis… 

“Thank you.”

“Anything you want, love.”

Ah. All he want is him.

“Why do I have fangs?”

He tries to move, but it hurts a lot. 

“Huh, don't move, love. It's not over yet.”

“Logan, what's not over?”

“I'm not totally sure, but it seems like you are going through a process, it smells… more like me. Seems you are getting more like me. I don't know why.”

Crash, tup, tup, bonk, vroom… wait can he hear the cars too? In the fucking street? Many floors bellow? He focuses back on Logan.

Tun tun, tun tun… 

Huh. So he was right. And he got super hearing and… also fangs. This makes no sense. 

Fangs? He moves his tongue through his teeth, and pinches his tongue in a pointy tooth. Ouch. It hurts like a bitch.

“I id et angs.”

“Yeah.” Logan sounds suddenly regretful. It's more of a sense that comes with the sound, the tone. Wait, can he tell people's feelings by their tones alone?

“You ow it's ot your ault, ight?”

“I’m not sure, Wade. Maybe me being here caused it. Fuck, it brought you so much pain. And you are changing, but you didn't ask for it and…”

“Oop it!”

(((Oop it)))

Fuck, why it keeps hurting? Also, he meant ‘stop it’ in case you didn't get it. His tongue is healing slowly.

“It… it… it ot your ault. Y… you didn't ow, and it… it a guess. So op blaming yourself.”

“No. I think I know.”

Eh?

“hat you mean?” 

“Your symptoms, I have seen before.”

Really?

“Where?” And It fucking heals.

“On me. I was very young, younger than you are now. Seventeen. But I still remember it, the pain, the smell, the change, the dreams.”

“The dreams? You got dreams too?”

“Yes.” He sounds odd. What is it? Afraid.

“What did you dream about?”

“I… became a beast.”

Oh. 

“I hated it. Cause it's not what I want to be. I don't want to hunt, or devour.”

“Me too. I became a beast in my dreams. But it was kind of cool?”

“Really?” He sounds curious, but still unsure. 

“Yes. It was weird and scary, but so fucking cool. I could run on all fours and I was so fast and strong, well I think I had the same strength, I mean I already have super strength, but it felt more freeing. And…I devoured myself.”

“You what?” 

“I devoured myself in my dream.”

Is it too weird?

“There's something wrong?”

“You are an Alpha.”

Eh?

“What does it mean?”

“Many things. But what matters is that I will follow you. Well, I kind of knew that. It was already there before.”

“Really?” 

He feels the soft wet touch of a tongue sliding on his hand. Its so fucking good. “Yes. And this means I'm yours.”

Fuck.

“Logan… you can't say these things like this.” Oh, god.

“Can’t you sense it?”

Huh? Sense what?

“What?”

“I guess the smell is still off?”

The smell? He sniffs. Nothing. Eh? He should smell things. Yes. But he doesn't. 

“I can't smell anything.”

“You will. It will hurt too.”

More hurt. Yay. Does it even stop?

“You stopped to shake. Do your ears still hurt?”

Huh, no. 

“No. But I can feel it's still healing.”

“Okay, are you hungry?”

He's fucking starving. But also. “I’m a bit nauseous and my teeth hurt. I don't think I can eat now. I should take some medicine though.”

“I gave it to you. Your medicine, but it doesn't seem to work because…”

“Its not the cancer.” Yep. Fuck.

“Kay. So we wait.”

“I can give you some water, or juice and I could…” There's it again, the unsureness. “I could chew for you if you don't think it's gross.”

Wait. “You mean you would chew and pass the food to me with your mouth?”

He can't fucking believe it. “Are you nuts?”

“It was a bad Idea, too disgusting I’m sorry…”

“No! I would love it, Peanut. Be fed by you, by your lips. Oh, god, you are so unbelievable. You are too amazing to be true.” 

“Yes?” He sounds kind of proud? Hopeful? Surprised? That's it. All above.

“Yep, I love you fucking much.” 

“Wade…”

“Did you hear it before? When I was hallucinating? I tried to say it.”

“Yes. I said it back. I said it again and again. I got so desperate, love. Mary too.”

“Mary?”

“Cant you hear her? She got sad you got sick, and hid under the bed.”

Oh. He focuses on it. 

Tu, tu, tu, tu… tu, tu, tu, tu… a fast silly perfect little heart. 

He smiles. “She must be hungry too, and I forgot to buy dog food.”

“She's fine for now I think and she won't leave till you are fine.”

Eh? 

“How do you know?”

“Cause I'm the same.”

Ah. “I just can't hide under the bed.”

“Well, you won't fit.”

And Logan laughs. “No, silly, I mean I can't just hide and wait, I am more than my animal parts, I'm a man, a person, and the man I love needs me. So I can't hide, I need to take care.”

The man I love… Dear lord. This man. He feels like crying.

“Fuck, I wish I could kiss you.”

He hears the movement, the metallic springs, the metallic joints, Logan's body getting close to him. That strong heart beating so hard it's like it's Wade's. Well, his own heart is speeding up too. They are like two drums in synchrony. 

It's tender how his lips brush on his. It's a wonder, but Wade wants more, he opens his mouth kissing him better and Logan moves away. “No, please.” 

“Won’t it hurt you, love?”

“I don't care!” 

And Logan's lips brushes on his again, and slowly their mouths open. Oh, god, it hurts deliciously. Logan kisses him very softly, he makes a humming sound that echoes on Wade's ears, that's a sound he wants to hear forever. He loves the wet sound they are creating with their mouths, and Logan tastes so good and that's when Wade remembers it. Fuck. He pulls away now. 

“Oh, I'm sorry, I must taste bad with the blood and all.” He needs to take better care of Logan. 

“No… it doesn't… doesn't taste bad.” His tone is low and it sends a vibration through Wade's body, in fact all the sounds Logan is making now, the deepness of his breathing, the beating of his heart, it's so sensual, so combusting.

“Really?”

“I like it.”

Oh. Kay. He reaches his hands and Logan comes, their lips sliding that smooth way again. And Wade slides his hands on Logan's face, his fingers touching warm skin and rough beard. And Logan's tongue slides on his mouth, wet, warm, like velvet. It explores his mouth with calm, but it keeps going, sliding on his tongue, through his teeth, then Wade feels it, the hot metallic taste. 

“Sowyy.” He mumbles in Logan's mouth. And Logan hums before pecking him. It tastes good, Logan's blood. He wouldn't mind tasting a bit more, but also he doesn't want to hurt him. 

They kiss and kiss and of course, Wade is getting hard. It's not his fault, he just feels too much. He's not usually like this. He likes the long game. 

“Huh, baby, we should stop.” He says, but they don't stop, they keep kissing, delicious, wetly, so fucking tender.

“I can take care of it.”

Eh?

“No.”

“No? You don't want me to give you some relief? This could help with the pain too.” 

Hum. He's indeed in pain. His body still hurts and his nose is starting to burn. It's a weird feeling, like a tingle… he rubs on it hard and Logan takes his hand softly away. 

“I… thanks… I want it, but I want us to make it properly. Make love. It's too soon. You deserve better than this.” Better than me. Fuck, their first intimate time shouldn't be like this at all. 

“I deserve you. You are better. You are all I want. And I would love to help you to get some relief in any way. I will do it gladly, I think it's proper because I love you.”

Ah. And his words just prove they can't really do it. He smiles deeply.

“I love you too. But I need you to leave for a moment, so I will take care of it. I will call you when I'm done.” 

“I don't wanna leave you.”

“I know, I also don't want to be alone, but I know you will be waiting for me, and I will be here. If I need to, I will call you. Please, let me do it the way I think is best?” It's already bothersome Logan had to undress and take care of him. He wants to be taken care of, yes. But they are just starting. They need time. 

Logan pecks him, and it's so precious, Wade wishes he was able to see his face. 

“Fine.” He sounds grumpy. How precious. 

He hears as Logan leaves the bedroom, his heavy steps echoing. Then the door is closed, not locked. What is a relief.

Wade takes a deep breath. He's not sure if it's right. He knows Logan can hear him, but he tries to make it simple, and not like he's jerking off in the other room. 

He wraps a hand around his cock under the covers, its very hard and pulsing, its more hard than usual, It hurts, fuck. He strokes slowly and only it makes him shake all over, and a moan escapes his lips. Shit. He bites his lips and it hurts because of the fangs. Fuck, he forgot. Blood slides on his mouth as he keeps going. 

Oh, it feels good. But he's too tense. He's  worried he ruined it for Logan. Why is this happening? Then he hears it, clear as day, another pair of hands moving too, slick, wet, and Logan's breath getting deep. Oh, he's touching himself too.

At first he feels bad for listening, his hand stops, like if he's invading Logan's privacy, but then he hears Logan moaning his name. Ah. His hand moves immediately. 

Logan is doing it for him. He's touching himself thinking about him. And he knows Wade can hear it. He wants for Wade to hear. Why? Maybe he knows Wade would feel bad about having him listen or maybe, and that makes Wade feel a little sexy, maybe he just couldn't help it.

He strokes well, slowly, ahh, he moans, letting the sound flow out of him. He makes it sensual, horny, he wants for Logan to hear him. How in love he's. He's burning, all wet and… he comes, relief gushing out of him in a wave of pleasure. 

His lips part and he breathes out: Logan…

Outside Logan responds to him: Wade…

Wade can hear it all, his muscles tensing, the air moving in his lungs, his heart beating rhythmically, and the sound of his cock sprouting, a wet and delicious gummy sounding. It makes Wade come again and his mouth waters. 

Still, he doesn't call for him. He calms down slowly. He really loves this man, he really wants to make it all good and he will. They have time. 

“Do you think you can eat now?” The voice is far away, Wade can tell Logan is on the couch. He wonders a bit, if he's sitting there with his hand still inside his pants as he talks with him.

“Yes. And I think I can eat by myself.” He says and hears as Logan makes a displeased sound. 

“So I can't feed you?”

And Wade smiles. “Oh, no you totally can, but I thought you should know I can do it, so if you feed me it's only for silly reasons.”

“I can be silly.”

“Can you?” 

“More than you think. What are you in the mood for?”

He thinks about it, then realizes he doesn't have much on his refrigerator. He has some eggs, nuggets, and milk. There's rice and beans in the cabinet. And some cookies and bread. God, he needs to go grocery shopping. 

“Some eggs?”

“You got it.”

He hears as Logan moves, and walks, when he opens the faucet, water flowing, the sound going down the drain. 

“What you doing?”

“Washing my hands.”

“Kay.”

“How many eggs do you want?” He hears the water being turned off, and more steps, Logan opens the refrigerator, he takes the box of eggs, the eggs shake inside the box, and as the door of the refrigerator closes he hears the sound of the pressure and they both groan. 

“Huh, how many there's?”

“Six. They smell okay.”

Ah. Good. “I would like three, if it's okay.” 

“You can have all you want. Do you want some nuggets too? You should have more food with your powers.”

“Yep, but I got depression, so…” Fuck. He tries again. “I mean I'm not always in the mood to eat.”

“I’m sorry.” Logan says, sounding sad. “Do you feel in the mood?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He can sense his contentment in the word. 

He hears the crack sound of the eggs breaking, mixing with the wet sound of them falling on the plate, and then his nose starts to burn hard, fire moving through his nostrils, he feels liquid sliding down, and the bitter disgusting taste on his throat. He fights with the urge to scratch, but it's burning and stinging so much, it's an unbearable sensation. He rubs his palm gently over his nose.

“Don't rub on it.”

“Logan…” He whines. “I'm trying…” He rubs and rubs and it hurts and tears slide on his face and he's groaning. But he can't stop to rub. And it hurts more, and more liquid slides, testing terribly.

He hears the door opening and the metallic joints and then hands are touching him and Logan holds his hands on the bed.

“I’m here. Try to hold.”

“Logan, please, please…” He gets desperate. He shakes, trying not to fight Logan. He knows he's doing it for his well being. That he has to stop, but it's hard. 

He feels it, but his mind takes a moment to process what is happening. It's a touch soft, warm and wet moving around his nose, it alleviates it a bit. Yes, but it still surprises him that Logan is licking his nose. 

“Better?” The older man asks as he pulls away, as he does the tingle comes back hard and Wade shakes. “Don’t stop, please.”

And Logan licks slowly around his nose. His tongue is tender and really warm. As he licks it feels good. It's tingling, and it still burns but it's better. 

“I'm gonna try something. I'm sorry.” He keeps licking that slow way.

“What are you apologizing…?”

He feels the mouth on his nose, at first he has no idea what he's doing, but then Logan sucks. He can feel the sensation of his lips sucking. The liquid moves up, or down, honestly Wade has no idea of where the liquid is coming from. But he can feel and hear it moving, and it sounds very disgusting, but here is the thing, it feels good. He doesn't know how to explain, the burn is put out, eased.

As the secretion slides out of him, and Logan pulls away, he sniffs, and he smells something, it's weird and it hurts again. Fuck. It burns hard, as he starts to get the smells, sweaty, blood, gun powder, dirty dog, urine, did he pee himself while in pain? The smell under the carpet, of his dirty clothes in the pile in the chair next to the bed.

There's so many smells it's hard to take all in. 

“Smell me.” Logan says.

He tries, but his nose keeps hurting. He shakes and groans, he wants to rub again. “Ahh, Logan… I don't know how to do it.”

“Hold me.” 

Ah. He does immediately, as his hands are released, he reaches for Logan, he finds him and the older man comes right away. Wade's arms wrap around Logan and pull him down, pushing his face on his neck. 

He breathes him deeply, oh, god. The smells get to him, strong… blood, sweaty, dirty, and something else, something that makes Wade desperate. He rubs his nose on his skin and Logan shivers. 

He keeps breathing him, he smells like earth and nature, and like something familiar, like… like belonging. The feelings come with this other smell, contentment, easiness, it's like finding home. When he breathes him, he feels warm moving through him, and a tingling delicious feeling, he feels happy.

He doesn't realize what he's saying, it's only when Logan speaks he realizes what he said.

“Yes, love. I'm yours.”

Wade smiles, feeling beyond himself and repeats. “You are mine. All mine. You belong to me.” He feels something he never really felt in his whole life, he feels sure, right, like he's where he's supposed to be. He found it, he found home. 

His lips part and his tongue slides out, he licks Logan's skin slowly, softly. Mine. Mine. I love you more than anything. Logan hums, and as he relaxes the top of his body starts to weigh on Wade. And he loves it. The heaviness of his body over him. That he has this power of making Logan relax. 

He keeps licking, showing his affection. Logan's skin tastes salty, and bloody, and something Wade can't really explain, but he can't get enough. He licks and licks and kisses. 

And the older man keeps humming. And the sound reverberates on Wade's ears, sending more contentment through his mind and body. He loves to make Logan happy. He keeps moving his tongue through the skin. And Logan asks: how are your pain?

Pain? Oh, he totally forgot he was just in pain.

“I… don't feel pain anymore.” But also. He feels something else. He moves his hands on Logan's body, caressing. As his muscles move he feels different, more free, but he can also feel some… energy? 

Logan moves in his embrace and Wade lets him pull away. “I'm gonna clean your eyes.” The other Man says and Wade smiles.

“Kay.” He feels something else, it's like a sense that comes with the smell. With Logan's smell, he senses Logan's presence, his… well being? He can tell only for it Logan is healthy, and nervous, and horny, and animated. It's so curious that he can tell so much just by his smell. 

He doesn't expect it, but when Logan's tongue slides on his eyelids, he feels joyful, he smiles. Logan sure could have used a cloth, but Wade loves he's licking him. Logan licks well, cleaning the crost of secretion covering Wade's eye. Then he does the same with the other eye. He does it with care, very softly, there's a bit of pain, but it dissipates fastly. 

“Don't do it yet. Wait for a moment.” Logan says and Wade nods.

He hears the sound of Logan moving and how his smell goes with him. He hears the sound of the interruptor clicking. And then Logan's smell gets strong again and Wade hears the metallic joints as Logan sits again at his side. 

“Now, try to open your eyes slowly.” 

Kay. He does it slowly, he opens his eyes and pain curses through him, he closes again, forehead crushing, tears sliding on his face.

“Huh, it hurts.” 

“Take your time, love.” 

He waits a bit. Slowly he opens again. It's better, but still hurts. He blinks slowly, more tears sliding. It's dark. The lights are off. He bets Logan did it so it would hurt less. He's so thankful he found him. His mate, his home. Slowly it changes, as he blinks he gets a sight of everything, the details of things, he can see the cracks on the ceiling, the pattern of texture of the paint, an old detailed spider web, it moves slowly in the waves of the air. Oh, he can see the waves of the air. He moves his eyes, and sees walls, and… wow.

Even in the dark he can see clearly. Logan's green eyes. It's a soft ocean landscape, it's deep and formed by layers of fibers stitched together, it creates countless intricate craters. They blink at him, the pupils taking him in. Oh, he loves the tenderness and care he sees in those eyes. 

Then he sees the many layers of the white skin, and the points where they converge, forming the textured smooth skin. The points where the beard gets out, there's many whites. This gorgeous old man.

“Fuck, you are too pretty.” He says, and watches as the vessels of blood move, and his cheeks get pink. Blushing. Logan shakes his head. 

“You are the pretty one.” 

Huh. Wade giggles, hands reaching for him, he touches Logan's breathtaking face and pulls him close. Logan comes easily, like he can't help it. The feeling Wade gets is delicious.

“You are unbelievably pretty and all mine.” And as Logan's face gets all red and hot, Wade smiles and licks it. He moves his tongue slowly and does it as tenderly as he can. He licks forehead, cheeks, nose, the beard, it scratches a bit, and as Logan hums, he hums too. Their sounds mix in harmony. When Wade licks over his lips, Logan's lips part and he can't help it. He kisses him. 

They kiss deep and slowly. Again their sounds reverberate on Wade's ears. So good, so perfect. Wet and slick. It's only when he moves his hand again he realizes his skin is all sticking. 

He moves away and stares at his hand. Then down at his body. Did he get bigger? Huh, his skin is all sticking and piling off. But this is nothing new. This is something his skin does, but it was never on this level. 

“Something wrong?” Logan asks and Wade sinks in the sea of his eyes again. He can see the circle of blue around the iris. He gets entranced. “Love?”

Oh, yes. It's hard to take in everything and not fall for the details, mostly because Logan is too gorgeous. He tries and they stare at each other. At first he thinks about doing it alone. But what's the point? Logan sure is aware Wade's skin is disgusting. And yet he still wants him. And also Wade's thinking is changing now, because of that sensation. He doesn't want them to get away from each other. 

He wants to do everything together. Doesn't care anymore if it's too soon. If Logan agrees, he will hold him tight.

“I’m changing skin. I feel disgusting. So, would you like to take a shower with me?”

And Logan stares down at his body. Wade watches as his eyes change, like if his interest has been picked up, he swallows.

“What is it?” 

The sea reaches him again, it's agitated, unsure waters, but so tempting, and he almost drowns on it again. It's really hard to concentrate. Come on. 

Wade moves his hand, touching that amazing face softly. “It's okay, it won't disgust me, or put me out.”

He sees as the sea calms down, and he can sense it too, on his smell, on that particular smell, as Logan seems to get eased. 

“I would like to lick it, and eat the skin. If it's okay.”

Oh. And now Wade smiles. Honestly even if he didn't have gone through this transformation he wouldn't ever find it disgusting. However he would have found he wasn't worthy of it. Of this care and adoration. Because it's adoration. Even if it's different from what others may consider normal. And he still thinks he is not worth it, but he wants it. Logan is his. And he's Logan's. 

He will never say no. 

“I would love it.”