None of Your Business

Logan crept down the hallway, his boots light against the soft carpet. His eyes scanned the corridor, searching for any signs of life. His priority was simple—get Wade out of the mansion before anyone caught wind of him being there. The last thing Logan wanted was to explain why Wade had spent the night in his room.

Wade—who, despite his chaotic nature, had somehow ended up sprawled across the bed in Logan’s room—was still dead to the world. Logan had hoped he would sleep through the whole morning, but no such luck. When Logan had nudged him awake, Wade had, predictably, pulled his usual antics. Complaints about how "the world didn’t appreciate his beauty" and questions about why Logan didn’t have better coffee were all Logan heard as he tried to get him moving.

Now, here they were. Wade was standing—barefoot, still dressed in his ridiculous T-shirt—and trying to stifle a yawn as he trailed behind Logan, clutching a pillow to his chest like it was some kind of shield.

"Hey, Logan," Wade said with a mischievous grin, clearly not taking the situation seriously. "Do you ever stop being grumpy? I mean, come on, it’s a brand-new day! Let’s live a little!"

Logan didn’t even glance at him as they moved through the hallway. "Just keep it down, Wade. If anyone sees you here, we’re both dead."

Wade flapped his free hand dismissively. "Relax. It’s not like I left any evidence behind, right?" He leaned over, whispering loudly, “Although, I do have a small collection of hickeys I need to deal with, thanks to you.”

Logan’s jaw tightened as he rounded a corner. "I told you to stay out of my room," he muttered, trying not to feel the burn of embarrassment creeping up his neck. Wade’s teasing wasn’t helping in the slightest, and the last thing Logan wanted was for anyone to notice the faint, dark marks that were now dotting his skin—souvenirs from the night before.

As they passed a few rooms, Logan’s senses sharpened. His eyes narrowed when he saw a familiar figure in the hallway, emerging from around the corner: Gambit.

"Well, well, look what we got here," Gambit drawled, leaning casually against the wall with a smirk playing on his lips. He tilted his head slightly as his gaze flicked over to Logan and then down to Wade, who was still holding the pillow like it was his lifeline.

“Remy,” Logan growled, instantly feeling the heat of the situation rise. He wasn’t in the mood for Gambit’s teasing. Not today.

But Gambit was already enjoying himself too much. His eyes twinkled as he stepped closer, eyeing the both of them with obvious amusement. “So, Logan... you been busy, huh? You two sure don’t look like you just finished watchin’ a movie, mon ami.”

Wade grinned, looking at Gambit like he was a partner in crime. “Oh, you have no idea, Remy. Logan here’s been quite the... entertainer last night. Gotta admit, he’s got some skills.”

Logan shot him a warning glare, but Wade just shrugged it off, completely oblivious to the danger. Gambit’s smirk grew wider.

“Skills, huh?” Gambit stepped even closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied Logan, then noticed something that made him laugh under his breath. “Well, well, well, looks like someone’s got some new souvenirs.” He reached up, pointing to Logan’s neck where a couple of telltale dark spots stood out against his skin.

Logan’s face flushed with annoyance as he shifted awkwardly, trying to cover it with his hand. “Shut it, Gambit,” he muttered, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Aw, come on now, Logan,” Gambit teased, his voice light but laced with mischief. “It’s just a couple of love bites, mon ami. No shame in it. You two have fun last night?”

Wade’s grin only widened, clearly enjoying the discomfort he was causing. "Oh, we had a lot of fun, Remy," he said, his voice dripping with flirtation as he winked at Gambit. “But if you’re asking if Logan’s the best I’ve ever had... well, that’s classified.”

Gambit raised an eyebrow at Wade, his usual smirk turning into a sly grin. “Is that so? I didn’t know you were into the grumpy types, Deadpool.”

Wade stepped closer, batting his eyelashes dramatically. “Oh, Remy, you have no idea. But maybe you could teach me a thing or two sometime? You know, show me how you do it?”

Logan groaned, his patience wearing thin as he moved to push past Gambit, but Wade just laughed, his usual swagger in full force. “No, no, Logan. You’re the one with the hickeys here. I’m just here to provide moral support.” Wade grinned wider. “Besides, Remy’s way more fun when he’s flustered.”

Gambit chuckled, clearly entertained by the exchange. “Well, you certainly know how to make an exit, don’t ya, Deadpool? But seriously, Logan,” Gambit said, eyes flicking to the marks on his neck again, “I didn’t think you were the type for these... souvenirs. What’s next, a tattoo?”

Logan shot him a warning look but didn’t respond. Wade, however, was already having fun at his expense. “Oh, I’m sure Logan’s just waiting for the right moment to show you how dangerous he can be, Remy. But for now,” Wade said, giving Gambit a playful pat on the shoulder, “I think it’s time for me to sneak out.”

Logan shot him an exasperated glance, then turned toward the back door, eager to get Wade out of the mansion and out of Gambit’s line of sight.

Wade followed, still holding his pillow. “Yeah, yeah, Logan, you’re no fun. But Remy,” he said, grinning and looking over his shoulder at Gambit, “you and me, we’ll catch up. Maybe next time we’ll skip the pillow talk and go straight to... the fun part.”

Gambit’s grin lingered, but he didn’t say anything further, watching the two of them disappear out the door.

Logan stepped into the kitchen, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to shake the remnants of sleep from his mind. The scent of coffee and bacon filled the air, and the chatter of his teammates surrounded him.

Rogue sat at the table, chatting with Kurt, who was playfully teasing her about her breakfast choice. Scott, always the considerate one, handed Jean her cup of coffee just the way she liked it—extra cream, one sugar.

“Thanks, Scott,” Jean said with a smile, taking the cup gratefully and kissing her partner on the cheek.

Logan grunted, walking past the table to the counter. He could feel the familiar eyes on him as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Mornin', Logan,” Gambit’s voice drawled from the doorway. Logan didn’t even need to look to know that the Cajun was up to something.

Remy gave him a knowing wink and leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Sleep well, mon ami?”

Logan grunted, too tired to deal with it. Gambit didn’t wait for an answer, strolling over to Rogue with that smug smile of his. Logan was still rubbing the back of his neck when Morph leaned back in his chair, catching sight of the marks on Logan’s neck.

“You know, I’d say you’ve been in a fight, Logan, but those look a lot more... personal,” Morph teased, gesturing to the visible hickeys, bruises, and bites on Logan’s neck and arms.

Logan's face flushed, his eyes narrowing, but Morph just kept grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Rogue raised an eyebrow. “What’d you get up to last night, sugar?” she asked, clearly not expecting an answer but curious nonetheless.

Scott glanced over from his seat next to Jean, “Those marks don’t exactly look like they came from an enemy.” he remarked, sounding amused.

Logan grumbled, reaching for the sugar to distract himself. “None of your business.”

Jean, ever the nurturing one, leaned over, her eyes softening as she took in the sight of his bruises.

Logan stiffened, feeling a bit of that old instinct to push her away, but the caring in her voice stopped him from doing so. It felt good to have someone care, even if he wasn’t always ready to admit it.

He grunted again, suddenly very interested in his coffee mug. “Stop looking. I’m fine.”

Morph’s grin only widened. “Yeah, fine, if fine means ‘still recovering from a wild night,’” he teased, making a ‘tick-tock’ motion with his fingers.

Gambit, never one to miss an opportunity, shot Logan a smirk as he sat beside Rogue. “It ain’t just a ‘wild night,’ Logan. Looks like someone had a bit of fun with you last night,” Remy remarked with a raised eyebrow, leaning in toward Rogue with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Maybe a little more than fun.”

Rogue gave him a sideways glance, not even fazed by his usual flirtations. “Remy, you’re incorrigible,” she muttered, shaking her head, but a small smile tugged at her lips.

Logan didn’t want to admit it, but the teasing was getting under his skin. He was often on edge around the team, and the last thing he wanted was them making a spectacle of his private life. He shot them all a look, but Morph’s mischievous grin just made it worse.

“You all done?” Logan grumbled, his patience thinning. “I’m tryin’ to have breakfast here.”

“Guess so,” Morph said with a laugh. “But seriously, Logan, you should probably get those marks checked out... or just keep them around to show off your adventures.”

The teasing continued, but Logan just leaned back, muttering under his breath about getting some peace. He wasn’t ready for all the questions, but the soft concern in Jean's eyes kept him from completely brushing it off.