And it feels like home

Wade yawned and stretched like a lazy tom cat, rolling himself out of bed and heading to the kitchen where he could hear Logan. It was cold now, winter had well and truly set in, the first frost had been and gone and now there was a lingering feel of snow in the air, ready to fall at anytime. He shivered, grabbing a hoodie, probably one of Logan’s, and slipped it on along with a pair of his beloved hello kitty pyjamas pants. 

He walks into the kitchen and is greeted with the sight of Logan sitting at the tiny kitchen table, a cup of steaming coffee in one hand while the other pets at Puppins in his lap, snoozing away already deep into her mid morning nap. His eyes are scanning a newspaper on the table, a small frown on his face as he focuses to read the small print. Wade really needed to take his old man for an eye test.

“Morning, Peanut.” Wade walks behind him, bending down to place a kiss to Logan’s cheek. 

Logan grunts in response, pulling Wade back down by the back of his head when he tries to stand.

“Morning.” He places a kiss to Wades lips.“Missed you while you were sleeping.” He mumbles against his lips as he breaks the kiss. 

Wades stomach flips. It had been two years, two years since the whole Cassandra nova-Paradox-time ripper-saving the world thing. And two whole years since Logan moved in and they ended up in a real adult relationship. Two whole years and Logan was still making Wades stomach do summersaults when he says stuff like that. 

“You know you could wake me up.” Wade swallows down the feeling in his gut before he does something embarrassing, like start jumping to get rid of the excess adrenaline rush.

Logan hums and nods, taking a sip of his coffee.“You say that but the last time I did, you fucking bit me.” 

Wade snorts at the memory.
“Hey! You can’t blame me for that, I felt threatened and my army training kicked in.” He moves to sit on Logan’s lap, being careful not to squish Puppins. He takes the coffee cup from Logan, taking a sip and only grimaces slightly at the bitter taste of the black coffee. 

“The army taught you to bite in defence?” Logan raises an eyebrow at him, taking his coffee cup back. “What were you fighting, cheeseburgers?” 

Wade rolls his eyes, stealing the cup back.“No, I wish-“ He cuts himself off with a gasp as he notices the bakery box sitting on the table.

“You went to the bakery?!” He shoves the cup back into Logan’s hands and he grabs the box and opens it. 

“Yeah, stopped by on my way back when I was walking Puppins.” Logan downs the rest of the coffee before Wade can steal it back again. “Got you one of the cinnamon bagels you love so much.” 

Wade moans as he takes a bite, turning his head to plant a sugary kiss to Logan’s cheek. He leave a sugary lip print on his cheek that Logan grimaces at and brushes off. 

“See, this is why I love you.” Before Logan can respond Wades talking again, turning his attention to the newspaper in front of them. “What were you reading about?” 

Logan’s arms snakes around Wades side, his hand settling at his hip. “Oh, it’s actually very interesting. There’s this-“ 

“Ugh, I’m already bored.” Wade interrupts him, wiggling in his lap a little. Puppins takes that moment to jump down, obviously fed up with his fat ass getting in the way. She gives him a snort as she trots off to find her own bed. Wade gives a small pout at her, betrayed by his own daughter but he settles himself fully into Logan’s lap, turning the page of the newspaper. 

“Hey, I was reading that.” Logan protests. 

“Not anymore you’re not.” Wade mumbles around a mouth full of bagel. He had no intention of actually reading anything, he just wanted to annoy Logan by losing his place and shuffling the papers around.

Logan lets out a small growl, nipping at Wades shoulder. It’s not aggressive, especially when his nose ends up in the crook of Wades neck, rubbing at the skin and inhaling his scent. Wade leans back into the touch, tilting his head slightly so Logan can have better access. Wade flicks through the newspaper as he finishes off the bagel, reading the headlines and looking at the pictures. He’s not really paying much attention, more focused on the way Logan is nosing at his back, until he gets to the real estate section. There’s one listing, of a farm house with an address that Wade doesn’t recognise so he knows it must be well out of the city. It’s circled in red sharpie. 

He points to it, turning back slightly, dislodging Logan from his neck. “This one? Why is this one circled?” 

He feels Logan go stiff underneath him, and not the kind of stiff he wants, the kind that’s like a kid being caught doing something they shouldn’t be.  
“I thought we could check it out.” His voice his quiet, so quiet that is he wasn’t right by Wades ear he might not have heard him properly. 

They’d been trying to find a place for the last year. They were getting good money now, the TVA was paying them a good amount of hush money, and would be indefinitely, Wade was getting a little extra here and there doing mercenary work and Logan had been teaching history part time at the local high school. The money was good, the real estate was not. Each apartment they’d seen they’d hated. There was either a damp problem, or a rat problem, or a neighbours cooking meth in the basement problem. They needed two bedrooms, ideally three but they’d settle for two, one for them, one for Althea and one for Laura so she could stay at the weekends when she wasn’t at the mansion. Or the X-School as she liked to call it. She could sleep on a pull out in the living room if really needed but they both wanted her to have her own space. Her own space with them and a place to properly call home.

It had been next to impossible to find something that worked for all of them, especially in the middle of New York. Wade had given up looking about about six months ago, when the fun had worn off and the reality set in. But Logan, surprisingly, had stayed a little more optimistic. He knew it was a waiting game to find the perfect one.And he’d found the perfect one. 

He continues.  
“I thought we could check it out, today? It’s quite far and we both have the day off so I thought it would be nice.” 

Wades eyes light up in that beautiful way that they do that always makes Logan a little breathless. 

“A road trip? Just the two of us? Just like old times? Count me the fuck in, Peanut.” He jumps from Logan’s lap and nearly knocks the coffee cup over. Good job it’s now empty. “I gotta get dressed and then we can go? You said it’s far so it’ll be better to leave as early as possible.” 

Logan can’t help the laugh that bubbles from his throat as he watching Wade excitedly stumble through their apartment.  
“It’s midday, bub.” He calls after him as he disappears into their bedroom. 

Wades head pops out from behind the bedroom door.  
“Yeah I know. Like I said, early.” He disappears again and Logan can him crashing about in the bedroom, draws slamming shut and the bed squeaking. 

.

Logan wasn’t lying when he said it was far. Just as they were rolling into their third hour of being in the car when Logan pulls into a small dirt road. 

“It’s just down, only a few more minutes.” He places his hand on Wades knee. He’d gotten restless about an hour ago, his Switch and playing DJ with the radio stations had gotten boring and was just itching to get there now. “You’ve done good so far, darling.” Logan praises, knowing that stilling still and confined to a seat was a struggle to Wade. 

Wade preens a little at the praise, grabbing Logan’s hand from his knee and giving it a squeeze. “You promise?” 

“I promise.” Logan hums, squeezing Wades hand back. “It’s just down here. Two minutes at the max.” 

Wade relaxes back into the seat only for a second before he’s squinting at Logan, jabbing a finger into his chest. “How do you know that?” 

Logan’s eyes widened for a brief second, his breath hitching ever so slightly that he covers with a cough.  
“I read the directions in the paper.” 

Wade squints even more at him.  
“You just read the directions and knew exactly where to go?” 

“Yes.” Logan grunts out. Before Wade can question him further Logan gasps out, pointing ahead of him. “Look we’re here.” 

He pulls off the road onto a gravel path, driving through an open gate. They drives past a thick group of trees before getting to a clearing and Wade can see the vague shape of a house in the distance. It looked like a mansion. Wade was expecting some run down tiny little shed of a farm house, made of wood that was rotting away and and a roof that was collapsing in on itself. 

“Holy shit.” 

Logan grins at him, fully grins, sharp canines on full display and crinkles by his eyes.“I know. It’s huge.” 

“That’s what scoutmaster Kevin use to say.” 

That earns him a slap on the knee and glare from Logan. He giggles, feeling that giddy feeling bubbling up in his chest. He was excited for this, and he could tell Logan was too with the way he kept looking over to Wade with a badly concealed smile and the way he kept drumming his finger’s against the steering wheel in time to whatever song Wade had put on.

As they pull up to the side Wade can see the house properly. It’s a little run down, the front porch is falling apart a bit, there’s a step missing and a few panels of wood too. The wood looks soft with damp and there’s patches where mushrooms and moss are growing. The once white paint on the house is cracked and peeling, now a more brown colour. There’s a crack in two of the windows, the roof has a few tiles missing and the chimney had collapsed in on itself. It wasn’t quite the mansion Wade had envisioned when they drove down the path. Now he could see the flaws but he could also see the love. There were flowerbeds on the windowsill with wilted flowers that would come back out in the spring, a cat door in the door and along the window frames had faded red roses and hearts painted into the wooden frames. Love had once lived here. 

He looks at Logan, one hairless eyebrow raised in question. Logan gives him a sheepish smile as he turns the engine off.  
“I need you to keep an open mind.” 

Wades hairless eyebrow raises even more. “How open? How is this any different to any other shitty run down apartment we’ve already seen and ruled out.” 

Logan can’t fight off the grin this time.“It’s a bit of a fixer-upper that’s for sure but I need you to see the potential. Because there’s a lot of potential.” 

“How do you know that? You’ve seen one black and white picture in a newspaper.” Wade asks. His minds leaps onto his next train of thought before Logan has the chance to answer. 

“Where’s the realtor? Shouldn't they be here by now? Aren’t they meant to be there before clients get there?” 

“Oh.” Logan’s eyes widen as he pats the breast pocket of his shirt. He pulls out a key and holds it up to Wade with a grin. There’s a key ring attached the key that Wade can’t see because it’s hidden in Logan’s oversized hand. “We’re on our own today.” 

“Where did you even get that?  Can they do that? They can just gave you a key to a random house? Very unprofessional, what if we just start living there, squatters rights and all they wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.” Wade goes to grab the key but Logan doesn’t let him. 

“Why so many questions today, bub?” Logan frowns at him. 

“Because this is weird as fuck! And you’re being weird as fuck too! You know, you wanted to try and kill me you didn’t need to drive me to a collapsing house in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere we could have just gone to the park.” Wade pouts like a child, crossing his arms over his chest. “You didn’t have to go all serial killer and bring me to a mystery location.” 

Logan hold his hands up in surrender, sighing out his nose. 

“Okay. You got me, I lied.” 

Wade feels his heart jump in his chest, and not in the good way.  
“You what? You lied?” 

Logan nods, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
“I lied. And I’ve been lying to you for a while now.” 

Wade feels his breath hitch.  
“Oh.” It’s all he can say. This is the part that Wade had feared. The part where Logan tells him that this isn’t working for him anymore, or that he’s found someone else, or he just wants to be alone again away from everyone. He kind of always knew it was coming but he’d hoped they’d have more time together first. 

“The other day, about a month ago.” Logan begins. “I said I was meeting Laura for lunch. Except we didn’t go for lunch we ate sandwiches in the car on the way here, where we met with a realtor and she showed us around.” 

Wade frowns.  
“Why didn’t you tell me? I could have come with you.” 

“I didn’t want to drag you all the way out here just for it to be shit.” Logan smiles again. “But I had a good feeling about this place and I was right.” 

“You were right?” Wades hairless eyebrow raises again. “There’s a first.” 

Logan glares at him before his expression softens. He takes Wades hand in his, placing a little kiss to his knuckles. 

“We fell in love with this place, Wade. It’s-“ He pauses, seemingly finding the right words. “It’s special. And once you look past all the work that needs doing it’s beautiful. There’s so much potential here.” 

Wade can’t help but smile at the excited twinkle in Logan’s eyes. He gently pulls his hand away from Logan’s grip, waving it around. 

“Show me this potential then.” 

Logan’s out the car and pulling Wades door open for him before he can even blink. 

The ground is slippery, the porch creeks under Logan’s weight, the door sticks with how cold and damp it is but they make it inside into the hallway. The floral wallpaper is faded and peeling off the wall, the once white ceiling has faded to what Wade would describe as a hydrated piss yellow. There’s a few leaves and twigs on the floor that have blown In through the cat door and a little pile of letters from the previous owners that have foot prints over them. 

“It’s got its original oak wood floor.” Logan stats pointing to the floor. 

Wade nods as if he gives a crap about the floor.  
“Yep, that sure is some old wood.” He smirks at Logan. “Much like you in the morning.” 

Logan gives him a gentle shove.
  “I fucking hate you.” 

Wade just smiles at him, walking further into the hallway. 

“This the living room?” He point to a closed door to his left. He pushes the door open when Logan nods. 

“Holy shit.” He turns to look back at Logan. “Did we time travel? Is this the 70s?” 

Logan laughs, the sound echoing through the almost empty room.  
“It’s a little dated I know. But we would redecorate! We could decorate it anyway we want.” 

Wade wakes into the room, taking it all in. It really was hideous. The walls where a yellow colour that were somehow too yellow and not enough yellow at the same time, streaked with a muddy orange colour. The carpet was thick and fluffy which would be nice if wasn’t the literal colour of shit. There’s a thick layer of dust covering it too, with footprints where people have walked in and out. There’s three big windows, one of which is the cracked one, covered in thin sunbleeched yellow lace curtains, and an ugly brown corduroy recliner chair in the corner. The room is flooded in natural light and Wade has to admit that despite the ugly decor the room itself is nice. And it’s big. It’s almost the same size as their whole apartment. 

“I like the fireplace.” Wade points to it. It’s exactly opposite the door on the other side of the room. It’s old and big, and from what Wade can see is made as the same wood as the floor in the hallway, with little patters carved into it. There’s a few dusty logs still remaining in the hearth. 

Logan comes up behind him, wrapping his arms around Wades waist, resting his chin on his shoulder. “I like the fireplace too. It was one of the first things I noticed.” 

Wade hums, still looking around the room taking it all in. He leans his weight back into Logan, holding his hands that are resting across his belly. He hates to admit it, he can see the potential. He can see the fire lit on cold winter days, golden girls playing on the tv in the background and he and Logan cuddle together on the big sofa they’d get with Mary cuddled up between them. “Okay, you’ve impressed me so far. Show me the rest.” 

He can feel Logan smile against his neck before he takes a step back, grabbing Wades hand and pulling him out the room. 

“Upstairs.” 

Wade lets himself be dragged upstairs, the same faded floral and peeling wallpaper flows all the way upstairs. The stairs creek and groan under Logan’s weight as he flies up them, taking them two at a time, rambling excitedly about what colour he’d paint the hallway and how he’d layout the living room. 

He points out what room would be Althea’s, saying she’ll have her own bathroom, which one would be Laura’s. He shows him the bathroom, saying he quite likes the pink bath and toilet and tiles. He says they’re ugly but in a kind of good way. Wade agrees and Logan says he would find a way to keep them in. 

He pulls Wade into another room, the one at the end of the corridor.  
“This one would be our room.” 

Wade grimaces as he looks around, taking in the green walls and the green matching carpet. There’s  two big windows on the opposite side of one wall the curtains covering them are brown and moth eaten, big holes decorated the fabric.

“It’s green. And not a nice green, it’s like a vomit green. It’s actually making me feel a little nauseous.” 

Logan laughs at him, still hiding his hand.  “Look past that. We can decorate it however we want, whenever colour, whatever style.” He point to the mysterious door to left of them. “There’s an en suite so we can have our own bathroom, so when you get the cancer shits at two in the morning you won’t have to run through house like you do the apartment and camp out in the bathroom all night.” 

Wade laughs, squeezing his hand.  
“That’s a bonus.” 

“And I thought we could get underfloor heating in there so in the winter you won’t get cold getting in and out of the shower. Or on your bad days when you’re hunched over the toilet heaving your guts up, at least your knees will be warm.” Logan continues, looking around the room with the same excited glint in his eyes as before.

Wade looks around the room, ignoring the way Logan is looking at him, with so much hope and love and excitement in his eyes. He can see the potential here too, he can see a big kingsized bed in the middle, right between the two windows. He can see a wardrobe with clothes spilling out and a dresser adorned with all kinds of trinkets. He can see a dog bed next the bed and Puppins snoring away. 

He smiles at Logan.  
“I can see it. I like it.” 

Logan beams at him, all bright and cheerful. Wade has always thought it suits him.  
“Yeah? You mean it? You like it?” 

Wade nods, for once in his life feeling a little speechless. It was overwhelming but in a good way, one that made him excited for the future instead of fearful. 

Logan pulls back out the room by his hand. “There’s still more.” He goes to lead Wade back down the hallways back to the stairs but Wade stops him, pointing to the door opposite the room that would be their room. 

“What’s this one? Who’s this one for?” 

“Oh.” Logan backtracks, opening the door and stepping inside, pulling Wade with him. The room is the smallest of the bedrooms but still a sizeable room. The walls are painted a godawful salmon colour that marbles with orange and yellow. There’s no carpet in this one just the same oak wood floor as the hallway but there’s a big blue Persian rug that takes up the majority of the floor. 

“I think this would be a spare room? Or a games room? Or a weapons room? It can be whatever we want it to be.” 

The room transforms in front of Wade, the walls turning a royal blue colour. There’s a foosball table missing a ball in the corner, an old arcade game with claw marks sliced through the screen, a small tv stand with controllers and wires all tangled up in a ball. He can see weapons decorating the walls, his katanas, Logan’s samurai sword, his golden girls. 

A squeeze to his hand pulls him out of his daydream. Logan’s looking at him with a nervous look on his face, anxiety filling his eyes.  
“Maybe one day it could be nursery?” 

The rooms is transformed in front of Wade again, this time with baby pink walls and a white changing table and crib that matches. Inside the cribs there’s a baby, no more than a few days old, with dark hair that sticks up in two cowlicks on the top of her head. She sleeping soundly, making them cute baby noises they always make. 

“Wade?” Logan’s voice is so soft and sweet Wade can almost taste syrup. “Did I scare you?” 

Wades head whips around to face Logan, his vision slightly blurry as he tries to blink away tears. 

“A baby?” He whispers so quietly that if Logan didn’t have enhanced hearing he would have missed it. It was like he was scared to say it out loud. A baby. He’d gotten so close before and that had been ripped away from him, he didn’t want that to happen again, not when he’d fought so hard get it back again. 

Logan nods, giving him a wobbly smile.  
“Yeah. Someday. If you’d like?” 

Wade nods, leaning against Logan and resting his head on his shoulder feeling like he’s needs the support from him. 

“I’d like that very much.” Wade pulls away from him abruptly to look at him. “Is this your way of saying you’re pregnant? I know they say its impossible I’m marvel Jesus I can do anything.” 

Logan snorts a laugh.
“Not pregnant. Not that that stops you from trying.” He leans down to whisper into Wades ear. “We’ll just have to keep trying extra hard until it eventually takes, MJ.” He licks up the shell of Wades ear making the man shiver. 

“Ooh you’re nasty.” Wade shivers again at the lingering feeling of Logan’s warm tongue on his ear. “I want a whole litter. A whole litter of baby wolvies running around.” 

Logan’s plants a kiss to the top of Wades head, shaking his head but he can’t help the smile that creeps onto his face. “It doesn't have to be one of ours. We can adopt? Or Foster? I know you have bad experiences with the Forster system but I think it would be nice to be able to show a kid or two that love can be kind and gentle and unconditional. Isn’t that kind of the point of having kids? To give them what you didn’t have?”  

Wade lets out a wet gasp feeling the tears that had welled in his eyes previously spill down his cheeks. “Why do you have to say stuff like that and make fall in love with you all over again.” 

Logan laughs, pressing another kiss to Wades head.  
“Common, there’s still more to show you.” 

Wade groans as he lets himself be pulled out of the room and led back down the hallway and down the stairs. “Like you need to show me anymore, like I wasn’t convinced the moment you mentioned babies.” 

Logan rolls his eyes but still smiles up at Wade.  
“I’m glad you’re convinced. Now let me show you rest, you’ll love it I promise.” 

He makes a confused sound as Logan leads him back outside back onto the porch into the chilly winter air.
“I thought you were still showing me around, why are we leaving?” 

“We’re not leaving, not yet anyway.” Logan stands by the railing of the porch. “Don’t lean on it, you’ll fall through it.” He warns as if he knows what Wade next move will be. He does, because Wade takes a step back, putting his hands up.  
“I won’t, I’ll be good.” 

A snort comes from Logan as he shakes his head at Wade.  
“Hell will freeze over before that happens.” 

Wade lets out a dramatic gasp, slapping at Logan’s chest lightly.

“So rude! I’m practically an angel.” He mimics a circle around the top of his head to create a halo. “Can’t you see my ethereal and saintly glow.” 

“I think that’s the cancer, bub.” 

Wade stomps his foot like a child, making his way over to Logan and wrapping his arms around his waist, hugging him from behind. “Hurry up and show me whatever dumb thing you wanted to show me. It’s fucking freezing out here.” 

Logan pulls Wade closer to him, enjoying the warmth against his back.  
“The house comes with land. Fifty acres of it.” 

“Fifty acres!” Wade yells so loudly it echoed across the pathway. 

“Yeah. Fifty acres.” Logan winces slightly as the Wades voice echoes in his ear. “There’s a stream to the north side, and a barn with a field. There’s a big wooded area the the east. I think there might be a little lake somewhere, I can’t remember what the realtor said I was too busy envisioning you here and making faces at Laura.” 

Wade softens, smiling softly knowing Logan was going the exact same thing he had been doing. “What the fuck are we going to do with all that.” 

Logan turns himself around in Wades arms so he’s facing him. He ducks down ever so slightly to press his face into Wades neck, pressing his cold nose into the warm flesh making him shiver. 

“I want animals. Lots of them.” He looks up at Wade with what can only be described at puppy eyes. “I want horses and I’ll teach you and Laura how to ride. And I want sheep and cattle and goats. We can get Mary a some siblings, more dogs, I was thinking a husky or a German shepherd, something big that can fill the space in the house.” He pauses to take a breath, his eyes not leaving Wade the whole time. “We can get cats, there’s already a cat door, it’s perfect. And rabbits! We can get rabbits.” 

Wade grimaces at that one.
“You have a high prey drive, peanut. I don’t think rabbits will be a good idea. You’ll be like a greyhound chasing those poor things around.” 

Logan nods in agreement.  
“Okay maybe not rabbits.” His eyes light up. “But chickens! A whole brood of them and they can all roam free and we can have fresh eggs everyday.” 

The image of Laura trying to collect eggs and getting chased by a hoard of angry chickens as she hisses and spits insults at them in Spanish flashes into Wades mind. He can’t stop the giggles that rolls from his chest. Logan looks at him in bewilderment, tilting his head to the side. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Nothing.” Wade giggles. “Just the image of Laura being chased by chickens.” 

Logan throws his head back with a bark of laughter. Wade can’t keep keep the smile off his face. His fingers find their way under his shirt and he rubs small circles on his warm skin.  
“What else do you want, baby?” 

“A vegetable garden.” Logan’s arms snake around Wades shoulders, his fingers brushing against the back of his neck. “I wanna grow my own vegetables and fruits and be able to provide for you off the stuff I can grow. I’ll make you all kinds of soups and stews, cobblers and pies, any dessert you want.” 

Wade nudges his nose against Logan’s.  
“What else.” 

“A piano.” Logan breathes out against Wades lips. “I want a piano.” 

“I didn’t know you could play the piano.” Wade questions. 

Logan hums in response, his lips ghosting over Wades. “I can. And violin. And guitar.” 

“That’s hot, you’re like Elton John but taller and more attractive.” Wade closes the tiny gap between them, pressing their lips together. 

The kiss doesn’t last long, barely a minute and Wade pulls away.  
“Keep talking. It’s nice to hear you talking so much for once. What else do you want.” 

“A big fluffy rug in front of the fire that you can fuck me on.” Logan rushed out in one breath, his eyes widening like he can’t believe he actually said that out loud. He can feel his cheeks heat up.

“Oh, that can be arranged.” Wade kisses him again, pressing their hips together. “Now you’re talking my language. The whole image is really coming together now.” He winks at Logan. “Just like we could be.” 

Logan pulls away this time, laughing lightly as Wade whines and tries to chase his lips. “I’ve got more things I want to show you.” 

Wade pouts as Logan pulls away from him but gets a thrum of excitement run through him when he remembers that Logan is touring him around what could only be described as his dream house.
“Lead the way, honey badger.” 

Logan grabs Wades hand again, guiding him back into the house. He walks them down the hallway, past the living room, past the stairs and stops at a door to the right of him.

“The kitchen was the second room I saw and the minute I did I knew I’d found the place I want to stay forever in.” He pushes the door open and they both step inside. 

It’s…well it’s dated. Just like the rest of the house. The cabinets are a sandy coloured wood, some of the doors are hanging off but refuses to let go. The countertop were an off white colour that Wade can’t tell if it was meant to be that colour or of it had faded with age. The tiles were a mix of pastel blue, yellow and red with the occasional brown one spacing them out. Wade would love to say it’s the ugliest room in the house but the brown carpet in the living room will haunt his dreams forever.

“I pictured it green.” Logan says before Wade can complain. “Green cabinets with white countertops and white tiles to match. And a big wood fire oven.” He moves into the middle of the room. “And a table here, a big wooden one, strong enough and big enough to fit us all around during game night.” 

Wade walks over to him and Logan immediately pulls him in closer, wrapping his arms back around his back just like when they were outside.  
“What I pictured the most was you.” 

Wade feels his eyes widen.  
“Me?” 

“You.” Logan confirms. “I pictured you here in the morning making breakfast wearing that sexy silky nightgown you have with a frilly little apron on. And welly boots still on because you’ve just been out to collect eggs. And after we’ve eaten the breakfast you made I bend you over the counter and thank you properly.” 

Wade shivers at the thought.  
“I was already on board with the house, you didn’t need to go all out.” 

Logan hums, placing a kiss to his lips.  
“I just wanted to make sure.” He kisses him again. “You mean it though? You’re on board? You like it?” 

Wade nods. “Yeah. I love it. I can really see us living here.” He looks a little nervous all of a sudden. “It’s just…”

Logan tilts his head to the side again. “Just what, baby?” He nuzzles his nose into Wades cheek. 

“This place is amazing, or could be amazing, and we’ve both fallen so in love with already that nowhere else will compare.” 

“Compare?” Logan has a small frown on his face. “Darling, why would we ever need to compare this place to anywhere else? This place is perfect .” 

Wade gives him a sad smile.  
“I know, baby, it’s so perfect. And even though money is pretty good right now, we’ll never be able to afford a place like this. Even if we rented it. It’s gotta be way way out of our budget.” 

“You can’t rent it, the realtor said before. You can only buy.” Logan bites his lip to hide his pout. 

“Double fuck.” Wades lips wobbles and his eyes fills with tears. He’s never been good with rejection but somehow this stings worse than he expected. “We should probably go. Before you tell me you pictured bending me over the stair railing and I fall in love that what too.” 

“Now that you say that...” 

“Don’t!” Wade slaps his hands over his ears. “I can’t hear about all the sex we won’t get to have in this house, it makes me too sad.” 

Logan can’t help the smile that creeps onto his face as he watches Wade walk back into the hallway. He follows him, noticing the slight slump in his shoulders and way he’s dragging his feet. 

“I know I’ve only been here a couple of hours but I really will miss this place.” Wade sighs. “I could really see us here, you know? I could see the green kitchen and the all the animals and the vegetable garden. Maybe a kid or two running around in a few years. It would have been nice.”

Logan’s heart breaks at the sad tone of Wades voice. “I know, bub.” 

Wade sighs again, swallowing down the tightness in his throat. He reaches the front door and places one hand on the door handle but can’t seem to turn the handle to leave. 

“I don’t want to leave. This place is too perfect to say goodbye to. We’ll never find another place like this within our budget.” 

“Then it’s a good job I already bought this place.” 

Wades head whips around and he’s met with the sight of Logan standing there, hip cocked and a Stupid fucking grin on his stupid fucking face, biting his lips to stop himself from laughing. “Come again. This time on my face?!” 

Logan laughs then, loud and unapologetic, the sound bouncing down the empty hallway.  
“I already bought it.” 

It feels like all the air in Wades lungs had disappeared. 

“How? When? Wha-what? What do you mean?” He squeaks out, feeling his face heat up with anxiety and excitement. 

Logan chuckles, shaking his head. He takes a few steps forward to pin Wade against the door. He takes his face in his hands, kissing his cheeks before nosing along his jawline. 

“When me and Laura were here last month, I made an offer before we left. It was a fairly good offer, a little above the asking price so I knew we’d been in a good chance of being accepted. And it was. About two weeks ago the offer went through.” 

It’s Wades turn to take Logan’s face on his hands, rubbing his cheeks with his thumbs. “Baby, how on earth did you afford that?” 

Logan all but purrs under Wades touch, turning  his head to place a kiss to the pad of his thumb. 

“The TVA gave me access to old Logan’s bank account. And let me tell you that old man could save.” Wade snorts a laugh and waits for Logan to continue. “I didn’t know what do with it, it felt a little like blood money to me. At first I was going to leave it, give it to Laura after she’d finished school as a little trust fund type thing. But then we found this place. And I used-“ 

“You used it to put an offer in here.” Wade finishes the sentence for him. Logan nods, looking at him with a little guilty look on his face. “And now we own it.” 

He pulls back from Wade slightly to dig through the breast pocket of his shirt. He pulls the key out. “Picked up the keys this morning.” He places it into Wades open palm. Wade looks at the key in his hand, the key ring attached was black acrylic with ‘congratulations on your first home’ engraved in sliver writing. There’s a little champagne emoji on the bottom with year engraved on the same silver writing. “Welcome to your future home, baby.”  

Wade doesn’t know what happened next but somehow the room flips and Logan is on his back on the dusty floor and he’s lying on top of him, a very manly screaming leaving his throat. Logan’s laughing underneath him, wrapping his arms around Wades waist pulling him further down. He tilts his head to the side and leans up slightly to meet Wades mouth hallways as their lips lock together in a kiss. They both sigh into the kiss, hands roaming each other like they don’t know each other’s body’s like the backs of their hands. 

Wade pulls away first, a rarity, it’s using to run his mouth. A string of saliva connects their lips that he licks away.  
“I can’t believe you bought us a house.” 

Logan give him a dopey grin.  
“No baby, we bought a house.” 

Wade tilts his head in confusion, a trait he’d picked up from Logan.
“We?” 

“Yes. We. I may have forged your signature on some of the paperwork. We both own this house.”

“Ah. There’s my little criminal.” Wade pretends to wipe a tear from his eyes. “Mama’s so proud.” 

“They don’t call me the Worst Wolverine for nothing.” Logan wiggles his eyebrows. 

“Oh, you may be the worst.” Wade leans down to whisper. “But you’re my favourite.” 

A playful growl rumbles through Logan’s chest and a flips their position so he’s towering above Wade.  
“I think I like being Mama’s favourite.” 

It’s Wades turn to laugh now, throwing his head back against the wooden floor. 

“Your mommy issues are shining through, big guy. Loud and clear.” 

Logan growls at him again and nips at his neck just hard enough for it to be on the cusp of playful and threatening. Wade squirms away, placing a single finger over Logan’s lips. 

“As much I love where this is heading and we will definitely continue, but I have another, kind of important question.” 

Logan glares at him.
“What?” 

“What about work? It’ll be easy for me, I only do a few merc jobs a month and I have to travel for them anyway so it won’t make much of a difference to me. But what about you? That’s going to be a hell of a commute for you.” 

Logan’s face softens, a small blush grazing over his cheeks as he sits up on his knees.  “Oh. I already have something lined up.” 

Wade sits up on his elbows, looking up at Logan with a confused look on his face. “You do? I thought you loved teaching?” 

“Oh I do.” Logan nods. “I’ll still be teaching.” Wade gives him a look and he pulls the other man off the floor as he stands. “I talked to Charles.” He says with a shrug. 

“What?!” Wade exclaims holding his chest and doubling over. “You can’t keep springing these things on me, I’m going to have a heart attack.” 

Logan rolls his eyes but otherwise ignores him.  
“I talked to him a while ago. I went to pick Laura up at the weekend like I always do, she normally waits outside for me but this time she didn’t so I went in to look for and found Charles instead.” Logan grimaces. “He ran over my foot.” 

“That’s what you get for have  big clown  feet.” Wade giggles out. 

Logan grunts at him with a glare.  
“Anyway. He said if I wanted to return I’d be more than welcome. He said I could do whatever I wanted, if I wanted to be the receptionist or the janitor I’d be welcome. So when I put the offer down on here I took him up in the offer. It’s only about an hours drive from here to the school so it’s felt perfect.” 

“I didn’t know you wanted to be in the X-Men again.” Wade has a small frown on his face. 

“Because I’m don't.” Logan reassures. “I’ll be teaching. Just teaching history. I made it clear to Charles that that was all I wanted to do, I don’t want to run the danger room, I don’t want to cover for anybody and I don’t want to go on missions. He was very understanding and offered me a job right then and there.” Logan smiles then, looking proud of himself. “Got my own classroom and everything. And he’s paying me nearly triple what I was making at the public school.” 

“Oh baby, that’s great! Amazing even.” Wade feels pride shoot through his entire body. He pulls Logan into a hug, wrapping his arms around his neck and squeezing him hard. He can feel Logan’s chest vibrates with a deep rumble as he wraps his arms around his waist and squeezes him back just as hard. “I’m so proud of you, angelbaby.” Wade whispers into his ear. 

Logan’s chest rumbles even louder, Wade can feel it vibrating though his own chest.  
“You mean it?” Logan looks up at him, his eyes slightly misty with unshed tears. 

Wade nods.  
“I mean it. I’m so so proud of you.” He leans in to whisper into Logan’s ear. “I’ll show you how proud I am later when we both get home.” He falters for a second. “Or, I guess, back to the apartment. This is home now.” 

Logan shivers, a growl rising in his throat.  
“You know, there’s a few other things I want.” 

Wade quirks a hairless eyebrow at him.  
“Oh yeah? Tell me more, wolvie.” 

Another growl rumbles through Logan.  
“We have all this land, it’ll be perfect for hunting.” His voice is low and gravely. “I want to hunt you through the woods without the fear of anyone seeing you. Or hearing you.” 

Wade shivers, feeling a shot of arousal surge through him.  
“Yeah? You wanna go all feral on me? Lose control and succumb all your instincts to the animal?” Wade threads his fingers through Logan’s hair, pulling the strands until his head it tilted back. “Wanna make me fear for my life as you track me down? Make me take it right there on the floor of the woods, surrounded by mud and leaves and trees?” 

Logan growls, a proper feral growl that vibrates through his chest and up throat. Wade tugs at his hair again. 

“None of that, puppy. Be a good boy.” 

The growl tapers off until Logan is still there with his chest heaving, still baring his teeth. Wade smiles at him, releasing some of the grip on his hair but still keeping a firm grasp. 

“Good boy.” 

Logan swallows down the growl that threatens to rise up again. He looks at Wade with fire in his eyes. 

“I’ve listened to what you want, now I think you should listen to what I want.” Wade runs his fingers back through Logan’s hair, using his short nails to scratch at the base of his skull making Logan’s eyes flutter. “I want you to ride me. I want you to ride me while I sit in that god awful ugly brown chair and we can break in our new home in true Deadpool and Wolverine style.” 

“Fuck yes.” Logan growls out. 

Wade spins on his heels, letting out a surprised squeak as Logan slaps his ass, and beelines back into the living room. He throws himself into the chair making a thick cloud of dust puff up around him. He coughs, waving a hand on front of his face to try and clear the dust. 

“Oh that was a mistake.” He groans. 

“Yeah it was.” Logan chuckles at him, pulling his shirt off and throwing it onto the ground, not caring how dirty it was. 

“Oh fuck yeah! There’s the money shot right there.” Wade claps his hands excitedly. 

Logan rolls his eyes as he moves to straddle Wade in the chair. It creeks and groans under the added weight of Logan’s metal skeleton, springs ping beneath the fabric and there’s this awful clank sound that makes both of them look at each other with worried eyes. But the chair settles down as Logan does, making himself home in Wades lap. 

Wade opens his mouth to say something, probably something weird about the chair and Logan being made of metal on the inside, but Logan shakes his head at him, interrupting his train of thought.  
“Just shut up and kiss me, red.” 

So Wade does. 

He takes Logan’s face in his hands and pulls him down until their lips are locked together. Neither one pulls away this time, both of them deepening the kiss with open mouths and tongues and little nips. They kiss until their lungs are burning and begging for oxygen and Logan is subtly grinding his hips down into Wades lap. 

Logan pulls away first, panting like a dog after a long walk. His lips are kissed red and shiny with spit, his cheeks blushed pink and his eyes glassy and unfocused. His bites his bottom lip, his canines just peaking out. 

“I need you inside me. I needed you inside me like two whole hours ago.”

He steps off the chair and stand to full height and with shaky fingers pops the buttons of his jeans and shuffles out of them, taking his boxers with them. He kicks his boots off and flings his jeans across the room, not caring where they land. His cock slaps up against his stomach, already fully hard with precum Pearling at the tip. 

A groan comes from Wade and Logan’s attention is turned back to him to find him with his shirt off and his jeans unbuttoned and pushed down his thighs just enough for him have pulled his cock out and have one scarred hand wrapped around himself, tugging gently. 

“Fuck, babygirl.” Wade groans out. “You look so good like that. Standing there naked, in our living room like you belong there.” 

Logan smiles at him as he climbs back into his lap, pausing for a second as the chair groans again, deciding if it wants to stay strong or collapse under the weight. 

“I do belong here. And so do you.” Logan kisses the tip of Wades nose. “I wish I could suck you off, you looked so hot sitting in this chair touching yourself but I’m too desperate to get you inside me for anything like that.” 

Wade gives a shrug.
“Next time.” His hand come to snake over Logan’s hips squeezing at the small amount of pudgy flesh he’d grown over the years. Logan’s hips jump causing his cock to press into Wades making both men gasp out loud. Logan does it again, this time with Wade bucking his hips upwards. Logan shudders as the bumpy texture of Wades dick rubs against his sensitive cockhead. 

“Fuck, I've always love the way you feel against me.” Logan gasps out, shuddering again as more precum leaks out from the tip and smears onto Wades belly. 

“I’m ribbed for you pleasure, baby.” Wades hand make their way around his hips and to his ass where he squeezes and pulls the cheeks apart, rubbing a dry finger around his hole. 

Logan glares at him.  
“Shut up and get inside.” He pants. “Wait. Shit, we don’t have lube.” 

Wade pause for a second, his brows frowning in concentration before his eyes light up. He takes his hand off Logan’s ass, much to his dismay, and digs through the pocket of his jeans. 

“Ah-ha! I’ve never been more grateful to get chapped lips in the winter.” He exclaims, pulling out a small tin of Vaseline. 

Logan really has never been more grateful for Wade in his entire life.  
“I can work with that.” 

Wade nods in agreement.  
“So can I.” He pops the lid off, it flies off across the room somewhere, probably never to be seen again. “And it shouldn’t be cold, it’s been in my pocket the the whole time.” 

He digs two fingers into the jelly, smearing the greasy substance all over them. “Gunna prep you now, and you’re gunna take it like a good boy. No complaining. I’ll be quick and then you can do what you want to me.” 

Logan snarls a little baring his teeth again, feeling Wade pet over his hole with slick fingers. Wade raises a hairless eyebrow at him.  
“Is that the sound good boys make?” 

Logan all but pouts and Wade has to bite back a laugh. He shakes his head, looking at Wade with big doe eyes.  
“Sorry.” 

“That’s okay, puppy. I know you can’t help it sometimes.” Wade sticks his two fingers into him them making Logan’s back bow beautifully as he arches into the touch. 

“Wade.” He cries out in surprise. “Oh fuck, that feels good.” He clings into the other man’s shoulders needing something to hold onto to stabilise himself. 

Wade hums in satisfaction, trusting his fingers gently in and out.  
“You like that? Feels good already?” 

Logan bits his lip and nods, rolling his hips back to try and get more of Wades fingers inside of him. The angle isn’t ideal. With Wades arm hooked over his hip it makes it hard for him get as deep as they’d both like, so Wade scissors his 

Fingers and uses his thumb to to tease Logan’s rim even more. 

“Gotta stretch you out good, baby. Make you perfect for taking my cock.” Wade using his other hand to rub up Logan’s chest, pinching his nipples as he goes making Logan keen and his hips buck. His hand travels up to his neck where he uses a fingertip to gently brush over the shell of Logan’s ear, causing him to shiver, and into his hair where he tugs at the strands that curl over the nape of his neck. 

Logan makes a cut off gasp as he arches into the  touch, his hand pawing at Wades arm over his hip.  
“Wade, please. I’m ready, I’m good. Please just get inside me.” 

Wade debates it for a second. As much as he loves teasing Logan and bringing him to the point of tears with desperation, his own cock is starting to hurt with how hard he is and if Logan keeps grinding against him like he is doing he won’t last long enough to actually fuck him. 

He pulls his fingers out, making Logan whine and pout at the loss, and takes the small tin of Vaseline in his greasy hand and dips his two fingers back in. He slicks his cock up liberally, although Vaseline will do in a pinch it isn’t lube and the last thing he wants is to actually hurt Logan. He smears some extra around Logan’s hole just to be safe and wipes the excess off his fingers into the arm of the chair. 

He folds his arms be his his head, relaxing back into the chair as much as he can with all of Logan’s weight on him and bucks his hip.  
“It’s all yours, babygirl. Take what you need, cowboy, ride away.” 

A smug look flashes around Logan’s face as he rises up on his knees, a pleased rumble vibrating through his chest as he lines Wade up with his hole and sinks down. It’s not as slick and is a little stickier than what they’re use to, the change in texture makes each bump and ridge of Wades cock drag along the sensitive walls of logans inside’s. 

The mutants eyes roll back as he sinks down as far as he can.  
“Fuck.” He gasps out, his voice already a little wobbly. “Feels so good, baby. It’s like I can feel all of you.” 

Wade feels like the air has been punched from his lungs as Logan sinks down onto him. He’s warm and tight around him, more so than usual. He has to count down from ten in his head and remind himself to breathe. For the second time since Logan had brought him here, he’s speechless. 

Logan doesn’t seem to notice, he just rolls his hips the second he’s adjusted, hands braced on Wades shoulders so tightly that his fingers dig into the flesh. “You’re so perfect for me, Wade. Never had someone that stretches me out like you do.” 

Wade makes a gargled sound, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get use to Logan’s confessions like that. His hands squeeze at his hips, encouraging his rocking in the figure eight motion Logan’s rolling his hips in. 

“You feel so good, baby. So tight and hot around me, it’s like you were made for me, made to take my cock.”

Logan whines high pitched in the back of his throat, his head rolling back on his shoulders.“Made for you. All for you.”

Wade moans as Logan lifts his hips up a couple of inches so the head of this cock is just teasing his entrance and sinks back down. The angle is a little awkward, Wade is too sat up in the chair for him to get more than a few inches in Logan but he makes do, lifting his hips and sinking back down as much as the angle will allow. He’s panting already, little puffs of warm breath hit Wades collarbones with each rise of his hips. 

“That’s it, baby. Doing so good.” Wade praises him as he moves his hands from his hips to his ass to squeeze at the flesh. “My good boy, aren’t you? Always so good for me.” 

Logan whines and squeezes his eyes shut. He leans forward for his forehead is pressed against Wades, his hands gripping at his shoulders.  
“Wade.” 

“Yeah?” Wade moves one hand from his ass up to his the back of his neck where he tangles his fingers into Logan’s hair. “Feeling good, baby?” 

Logan nods and lets out another whine as Wade tugs on his hair to angle his head so their lips brush together. Wade hums as he slots their lips together in a messy kiss, then pushing his tongue into Logan’s mouth. Logan whimpers as he opens his mouth to allow Wade to lick into his mouth. He lets Wade take control of the kiss, letting his head be angled however Wade wants with a tug of his hair, his mouth slack and open for him. 

Wade can feel Logan grinding into his stomach as he kisses him. He’s hard and leaking all over Wade, a sticky smear of precum is all over the lower part of his belly. 

Wade breaks always from the kiss with a lick to Logan’s bottom lip. He swipes his fingers through the sticky mess on his belly. 

“Look at this, puppy. You made such a mess.” He presses the two fingers to Logan’s lips. “Such a messy boy.” 

Logan parts his lips with a groan letting Wade push his two fingers into his mouth. He sucks on the digits, tasting the salty stickiness of his own precum. 

“That’s it.” Wade praises as he watches Logan hollow his cheeks around his fingers. “Good boy, cleaning up your mess. Good boys always clean up after themselves.” 

Logan whimpers around the fingers as white hot arousal shoots down his spine and pools in his dick. His hips buck desperately as he tries to rock back to get Wades cock deeper into him. The awkward angle makes it impossible and he ends up with the same few inches buried into him just shy of reaching where he wants. 

A frustrated growl ripples through Logan’s chest As he pulls off Wades fingers with a lewd pop.

“Wade, I can’t- it’s not- it’s not enough.” He rocks his hips faster, arching his back in an attempt to get what he wants, but a pained whine leaves his lips when he’s left feeling just as unsatisfied as before. “Help. Wade, please, I can’t do it.” 

There’s an annoyed pinch to his brow and Wade has to stop himself from laughing at the fact that Logan is almost pouting. “Help with what, baby?” He already knows what, he just want to hear Logan say it. His hands find his hips again and he gives him an encouraging squeeze. “Tell me what you want.” 

Logan huffs and rolls his eyes. Wade quirks a hairless eyebrow at him, pinching at his hipbone.  
“If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you.” 

Logan whines in frustration again, his hips coming to a still as he sits on Wades cock. 

“I can’t,” He pauses, his top canine digging into hip bottoms lip as he frowns. “I can’t get it deep enough.” 

“Oh, you poor thing.” Wade pouts up at him. “You need my help to fuck you properly? Can’t do it on your own?” 

Logan snarls at him, baring his teeth. A look of anger flashes in his eyes but melts away as fast as it appeared when Wade pinches his nipple.  
“If you wanna be fucked properly you have to be good and let me think.” 

“Don’t hurt yourself.” Logan’s snort turns into a while as Wade pinches his nipple even harder, digging his short nails into the bud. 

They way Logan is clenched so tightly around him make it impossible for him to think. He could buck up into him but with all of Logan’s weight sat on him that wouldn’t last long before he exhausted himself. He could pull out entirely and bend Logan over the chair and fuck him like that but doubts the chair could handle that without collapsing on them. 

“I wonder if,” His hands train down the side of the chair in search of the little leaver that would recline the chair back. 

His eyes widen as he finds it, an old wooden handle that wobbles when he touches it. “Bingo.” 

He pulls the handle and is sudden catapulted all the way back, a footrest pushes his feet off the ground as he’s tipped back to an almost fully reclined position. The change in angle is so sudden and so fast that it makes Wade gasp out loudly as his cock gets forcibly stuffed into Logan. His head spins with intensity of it, he feels breathless, his vision is clouded with black stars that dance behind his eyes.  He can feel his cock throbbing inside Logan as heat swirls in his belly, he has to concentrate on not cumming right there and then. 

A wet hiccuped gasp and the snikt of metal brings Wade back to earth just on time for him to feel a warm wet splatter across his belly and up his chest. He blinks back the black stars to clear his vision and is met with the sight of Logan, his claws out and the tips pressed into his chest just hard enough for it to be painful but not break the skin. His cheeks blushed red and tear stained, his lips swollen and bleeding from being bitten raw. His chest his heaving as he tries to hold back sobs as he grinds himself into Wades cock. His cock is red, almost purple as it bobs and flexes against him stomach, a string of cum leaking from the tip and connecting to Wades belly just below his bellybutton adding to the mess he’d already made on Wade.

“Holy fuck.” Wade gasps as he sits up in his elbows. “Did you just cum? Completely untouched?” 

Logan lets out an embarrassed whine. He bites his lip and screws his eyes shut as he nods. His chest his still heaving and he’s still letting out these soft little gasps as he grinds into Wade to ride out his orgasm. 

Wade groans and drops back off his elbows. He pets down Logan’s thighs to find them shaking and quivering from the intensity. 

“God, fuck, baby. That’s so hot. That’s almost as hot as the time you came in your pants from just making out.” 

Logan whimpers, blinking owlishly down at Wade with wet tearful eyes. 

“Couldn’t help it.” His voice is wobbly and uneven. “You just-“ He blinks hard, it’s like it’s hard for him to think of words right now. “Just rammed right into that sweet spot so hard.” He hiccups another sob. “Felt so good, I couldn’t stop it.” He frowns down at him, pouting. “And you promised not to bring that up again.” 

“I lied. I think about that all the time, mostly when I’m alone in the shower.” He feels his cock throb inside Logan at the memory of them on the couch only a few weeks into Logan living with him. They’d been making out heavily, hand exploring each other as the film they’d originally started to watch played in the background ignored when Logan went stiff and groan out into Wades lips, spilling into his pants completely untouched. 

“I think I’ve died.” Wade sits up to look at Logan. “This has to be heaven, that’s the only explanation.” 

Logan rolls his eyes. His claws retracting back into his knuckles.  
“I don’t think you’d get into heaven, bub.” 

“Well I’m in you and if that’s the closest I’ll get to heaven I’ll die a very happy man.” Wade tilts his head to side slightly. “You look a little angelic sitting on top of me like that.” 

Logan flicks his nipple but Wade noticed the way the blush on his cheeks deepens.  
“You like that? You wanna be my angel? Gunna take me to heaven every time I’m inside you.” 

“Wade.” Logan whines, biting his lip again as his hips begin to rock back on their own accord. 

Wade can’t help but grin up at him.  
“Yeah? Wanna go again, my angel? Wanna cum again?” He runs a fingers over Logan’s cock before taking it in his hand and fisting over it gently. He’d gone slightly soft since his orgasm but Wade knew from the way he was twitching in his hand it wouldn’t be long before he was funny hard and begging to cum again. “Wanna give me another one? I wanna hear my angel sing for me again.” 

“Oh fuck, Wade.” Logan moans, hips twitching into Wades touch. “Please. Wanna cum again. Wanna be good for you.”

“Oh, you are good, baby.” Wade bucks his hips and squeezes Logan’s thigh to engage him to move again. “You’re so so good, baby. You always take care of me, don’t you?” 

Logan nods as he lifts himself off Wade almost all the way and sinks back down. “Try to. Always try to for you.” He pants out. He braces himself on Wades chest, his hands digging into his chest as he bounces on his cock. 

Wade moans, low in his throat, his hand squeezing at Logan’s thigh hard.  
“You succeed, baby. Bought me a whole house so you could take care of me, huh? So you could take care of everyone.” 

Logan nods, his eyes fluttering as his head rolls back. “Have to take care of all of you. Have to keep you all safe.” He locks eyes with Wade. “Especially you.” 

Wade feels his cock twitch inside him.  
“Yeah? Why me, angel.” 

“Mine.” Logan growls out. “You’re mine. Have to protect you. Have to provide for you.” 

Wades cock twitches again and he can’t but grin up at Logan.  
“That’s right, puppy. All yours. You look after me so well, always look after me.” 

Logan makes a high pitched noise that’s something halfway between a moan and a whine, he slams himself down onto Wade hard.  Hard enough that the chair creeks, a few springs popping undone and there’s an almighty crack from Wades hipbone as Logan’s weight snaps the bone clean in half. 

“Oh fuck.” Wades spits out, his eyes rolling back into his skull. The pain makes his cock throb, the heat in his belly swoops dangerously low. His hands grip onto Logan’s hips hard, his nails digging into the flesh leaving little red lines that disappear as quickly as they were made. “Easy. Easy, baby, you’re breaking me.” 

Logan grins down wolfishly at him, flashing  canines.  
“You love it.” 

Wade can feel his hip pop back into place, the bones mending themselves easily. He takes Logan’s cock in his hand, squeezing at the base hard enough to have Logan’s jaw dropping and a pained whine leaving his lips. 

“I thought you were being good, puppy? I thought you were my angel?” 

“I am.” Logan pants. “I am, I promise.” Despite Wades hand squeezing around his cock he can feel it throbbing in his grasp. 

Wade release his cock with a satisfied hum.  
“You better be good or I won’t let you cum again. I’ll cum in you and leave you high and dry. Is that what you want? Want to let me use as my own cumdump, fill you up really good and leave you with nothing but a leaking hole?” 

Logan whimpers and arches himself backwards, bracing himself on Wades thighs behind him. 

He rolls his hips, the change in angle makes the head of Wades cock brush against his prostate each time he drops his hips. 

“Fuck, look at you, baby.” Wade groans, running his hands down Logan’s newly exposed torso. “You look so beautiful like this, I was right to call you angel.” 

“Wade…” Logan whimpers again, feeling tears welling up in his eyes. He can feel his claws right at the edge of his knuckles, threatening to release and bury themselves in Wades thighs.

“Yeah?” Wade coos at him, his voice sugary sweet and soft. “Feels good, angel? Hitting that sweet spot? Making yourself feel good?” 

Logan nods and shudders, feeling the tears spill down his cheeks. “Wade, please. Feels so good. So deep, feels like you’re in my belly. Please, I need-please.” 

Wade places a hand on Logan’s belly over his bellybutton and rubs along the soft flesh. 

“You like that, angel? You like the feeling of me in you belly? Like me filling you up all the way? Hitting that good spot  and making you feel good?” 

Logan moans and places his hand over Wades on his belly. 

“Fuck, Wade. Yes.” He squeezes Wades hand hard enough for him to feel the bones shatter. “Love the way you fill me, nobody ever made me feel this good.” 

Wade hisses at the feeling of the bones in his hand crunching under Logan’s grip. 

“God, puppy, you’re so fucking hot.” He feels the bones in his hand snap back into place, each one makes a little cracking sound as it does. “Love being the one that fills you like this. Gunna fill you with a baby one day, make your belly all soft and round with my baby.” 

Logan whines, all high pitched.  
“Wade! You can’t- can’t just say that-fuck.” His cock twitches, a string of precum leaking from the tip and smearing onto Wades belly along with rest of the mess he’d made. 

Wade smiles cockily up at him, feeling his eyebrow twitch upwards. 

“Oh, I can’t? Because it seems like you like it with the mess you’re making all over me.” He uses his spare hand to thumb over the tip of Logan’s cock, smearing more precum around. “I’m gunna pump a whole litter of wolverines in you. Just one after the other, keep you nice and knocked up for the next few years so everyone knows you’re mine. We now have the space for all those kits, seeing as their Daddy bought a nice big house for their Mama.” 

“Jesus Christ, Wade.” Logan grits out, pleasure twisting down his spine and settling in his cock. “I’m- you need to- I can’t.” He squeak out, his breath is all light and airy. 

“What do you need, baby?” Wade rubs along the side of his ribs. “Need to cum again? Are you getting close again? Getting close to thought of me filling you with a baby?” 

“Yes.” Logan pants out, slamming himself down onto Wade. His cock slaps against Wades stomach with a slick sound, he can feel how wet he is, the tip sticky and shiny. “Wanna cum, please. Please let me. I’ve been good, right? You said I was a good boy.” Heat swirls around his abdomen and pools at his stomach and travels down, he knows he won’t last long now. 

“Oh, you have been good. So so good. My good boy.” Wade rubs small circles at Logan’s hips. “Made Mama so proud, baby.” He takes Logan’s cock in hand one last time, stroking him from root to tip, thumbing over the sticky head. 

Logan gasps, pushing his hips up into Wades touch. “Mama.” His thighs begin to shake. “I can’t-I’m gunna- please Wade.” 

“That’s it, angel.” Wade jerks him off properly making sure to catch the sensitive head along his fingers. “Cum for me, baby. Make a mess all over me again.” 

Logan goes completely stiff. His orgasm reaches its peak and pushes over the edge within seconds. He lets out a high pitched gasp, his eyes squeezing shit as his head rolls back, his thighs shaking with how intense it feels. 

“Look at me when you cum, Logan.” Wades voice was low and demanding, a complete contrast to how he’d been speaking to him before. 

Logan manages to peel his eyes open with a growl and look down at Wade with hooded eyes just in time for his cock to spurt out the first rope of cum onto his belly. His claws release suddenly, sinking themselves into Wades thigh with ease. Blood drips down his legs like a little crimson river and pools onto the carpet making a pond of red. 

“Yeah that’s it, kitty. Stab me with them pretty claws, mark me up, my angel.” Wade coos at him, his thighs shaking and pushing up into Logan’s claws. 

Logan whimpers, his back arching even more, pushing his claws even deeper into Wade.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Wade. Wade, it’s- fuck.”

Wade strokes him through it, watching as rope after rope of cum gets splattered  across his abdomen. 

“That’s it, angel. Just like that, you look so good like that, so perfect for me.” He praises, ignoring the burning pain in his thighs. “My good boy. It’s intense, huh? You’re doing so good for me.” 

Feeling Logan throbbing around him as he cums and the pain was suddenly too much for Wade. His own orgasm creeps up on him out of nowhere and knocks the breath out of him. 

“Fuck, I’m gunna cum, baby. You feel so good, you’re gunna make me cum.” He grits out, his hands squeezing at Logan’s thighs. “Gunna cum, gunna knock you up, gunna- shit- gunna breed you, I’m gunna-oh fuck, I’m cumming, I’m- I'm cumming.”  He thrusts upward into logan giving him shallow thrusts, once, then twice, before he’s cumming into him, filling him with warmth. 

Logan purrs at the feeling, tipping his head back and rocking his hips back onto Wade and clenching tightly around him.
“Fill me up, Mama. Put a baby in me.” 

 Wade hisses at the feeling, feeling his hips give a little involuntary twitch. “That’s it, baby. Let me knock you up. Gunna have you dripping with me for the rest of the week.” 

As Wade comes down from his high, Logan retracts his claw. He smears the blood on his knuckles on this thighs then his stomach and up to his chest with a satisfied purr.

“Yours” 

He runs his fingers through the sticky mess cooling on Wades belly. He rubs it around, rubbing into his skin, around where his nipples should be if he had any and across his collarbones and to his neck. 

“Mine.” 

Over the years Wade had come to realise this was something Logan did after sex. He’d very shyly admitted to Wade after he’d pestered him about it that it was about spreading scent over them both. Sometimes it was cum, sometimes it was blood, sometimes both of he was feeling particularly possessive. He liked having Wades scent on his just as much as he liked scenting Wade. Wade found it weirdly hot after that. 

“Are you done fingerprinting me?” Wade asks, quirking a hairless brow at him looking up at him and seeing his blood smeared all over Logan. “And yourself?” He can feel the wounds on his thighs already stitching themselves back together. 

Logan nods, his canine worrying his bottom lip. He scoops up a big blob of cum that had pooled around Wades bellybutton. He holds the two fingers up to Wades mouth, tapping at his lip. Wade parts his lips and allows Logan to push the digits into his mouth. He moans at the salty taste, his eyes fluttering shut as he sucks on the fingers. He flattens his tongue along Logan’s fingers, licking off all the cum and swallowing it with ease. 

A pleased rumble vibrates through Logan’s chest as he watches Wade suck on his fingers, licking his cum off. Wades eyes open as Logan pulls his fingers out of his mouth, he’s looking down at Wade with a small pleased smile on his face. 

“Good boy.” 

“God, you’re such a freak.” Wade can’t help himself from smiling back up at Logan, a blush rising up on his cheeks.

Logan huffs and rolls his eyes, but his smile only grows. “Takes one to know one, Mama.” 

“Hey!” Wade flicks at Logan’s nipple. “This is a kink shame free house. No kink shaming in here.” 

Logan just purrs and he settles himself on top of Wade, chest to chest and buries his nose into his neck. 

“Gross, you’re gunna get all sticky. And you’re gunna get me covered in blood.”  

“I don’t care.” Logan hums. “We can shower back home.” 

“This is home now.” Logan can hear the sass in his voice. 

“Back at the apartment then.” Logan rolls his eyes. 

It’s silent for a minute, both of them basking in each other for minute. 

“Do you want me to pull out?” Wade asks quietly, breaking the silence. He’d gone partly soft now but he was comfortable nestled inside of Logan. Logan shakes his head against his neck. 

“No. I like feeling you in me. And I like keeping you warm.”  He noses along Wades neck just below his ear, his usual spot for smelling him. “It started snowing, you know.” 

Wade spins the chair around with his foot so they’re facing sideways so both of them can look out the window. It was indeed snowing. Wade wraps his arms around Logan, his fingers dancing up and down his back drawing nonsense patterns on his skin. Logan purrs gently as they watch the snow falling through the cracked window, watching as the ground outside gets coated in a blanket of white. It’s peaceful and silent, apart from Logan’s purring and the occasional deep breath from Wade. It’s nice. It feels like home. 

“Did you really buy this place for us?” Wade whispers, breaking the silence once again. 

Logan sits up on his elbow, resting his head on his head so he can look at Wade properly. “I did.” 

Wade nods as he bites back a sob that creeps up his throat. His eyes well with tears. 

“I’ve never lived in a house before.” He chokes out. “Hell, I’ve never lived in a place that has an upstairs.” 

“No?” Logan tilts his head. 

Wades shakes his head.  
“No. Just group homes when I was a kid and then shitty apartment after shitty apartment when I was an adult.” 

Logan ducks down and places a delicate kiss to his lips.  
“Then, it’s an honour and a privilege to own your first home with you, Wade Wilson.” 

Wade lets out a wet laugh, the tears finally spilling down his cheeks.  
“Fuck you for making me fall in love with you all over again.” 

Logan laughs as he ducks his beak down and noses back into Wades neck. He inhales his scent and rubs his nose against the scarred skin of his neck.  
“You smell like me.” He purrs in satisfaction. 

“Yeah, I wonder why, you possessive shit.” Wade rolls his eyes. “You’re not going to scent mark this place like you did the apartment, right? I’m not going to be finding items of your clothing stuffed into bizarre places for the rest of my life?” 

“You already know the answer to that.” Logan answers. “I can’t wait for this place to smell like us. It’ll really feel like home then.” 

Wade can’t help the smile the creeps onto his face. He really can’t disagree. 

“You know, there’s more than what I’ve showed you. You’re got me a little distracted I couldn’t finish the tour.” Logan says, his voice all syrupy and soft. 

Wade threads his fingers through Logan’s hair, scratching at his scalp in the way he knows he likes. Logan’s purr increases.  
“What else is there, this places is already huge.” 

“There’s a dining room, and a library. And another room that I think is a study.” Logan’s voice vibrates with a purr. “And a basement.” 

“If we find a rocking chair in the basement we’re burning it, okay? Even if it doesn’t move on its own, I’m not taking any chances.” Wade warns. 

“Okay, we can use it as firewood.” Logan chuckles. Wade give a nod of approval. 

“You’re not cold are you?” Logan asks sleepily. 

“Me? I’m still mostly fully clothed. It should me asking you that.” Wade replied, his fingers still dancing up and down Logan’s back. He can feel how warm he is, heat practically radiating off of him. 

“I’m good. Turns out a metal skeleton is good at keeping you warm from the inside. I just don’t want you to be cold.” 

Wade hums, a small smile gracing his face. Logan always looks after him.  
“You’re doing a good job at keeping me warm, peanut.” 

Silence falls between them again as they watch the snow settle on the ground. Logan’s internal body heat keeps them both warm in the cold winter air, something Wade has suddenly become very appreciative of. Logan’s just on the cusp of felling asleep when Wade beaks the silence once again.

“Thank you, peanut” He whispers. 

“For what, baby?” 

“For giving me a house”. His voice is thick with unshed tears.

Logan blinks up at him, a small smile on his face. “Thank you for giving me a home.” He whispers back to him. 

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Over the years they decorate and re-decorate and re-decorate again. Furniture and wallpaper changing with the times. Animals come and go, people and children more so, Wade and Logan’s farm house became safe refuge for many, even if it’s just temporary. But two things the same. First; Wade and Logan’s love for each stays embedded in the foundation of that house, never changing and ever growing. Second; that ugly ass brown corduroy recliner chair ends up as feature in each and every room at some point. A smear of Vaseline still staining the arm, refusing to move. 

Love had lived there once. And love lived there again.