When Logan opened his eyes all he could smell was blood and the faint odor of day old alcohol. The X-Men were dead. That same phrase ran through his head; it was the only sense of routine he head anymore. His only reminder of their existence.
He looked down to see his claws unsheathed and covered in dried blood. Logan didn't know whose the blood was, let alone how many other peoples blood had stained his metal core. He killed them. All of them.
The Wolverine downed another half bottle of whiskey. He needed to forget. Forget about the X-Men, the humans he killed, everything and everyone.
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Wade woke up to the familiar tossing of his boyfriend's body. He knew Logan had nightmares, quite frequent ones at that. The merc needed to wake him up but he needed to avoid getting a claw inside of him (and not in the sexy way). Wade gingerly tapped the man, tensing with anticipation of a fight brought on by his fear. He was right, of course - the Wolverine bolted upright with a growl, claws releasing themselves as he began to panic. "Hey, hey angel baby its me," Wade murmured, backing away in an attempt to soothe him, trying to prove that he wasn't a threat. "You're okay, just another nightmare,"
Logan growled again, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. His highest concern however was not hurting his lover. "Wade," he pleaded, "Stay the fuck away. Please. I don't wanna hurt you." Wade giggled, interrupting, "Okay, honey badger the whole worried boyfie thing is cute, but you can't hurt me, remember?" He pointed to his face, "Regeneration, babe. I'll be fine. Lemme hold you?" Logan shook his head firmly. "Even if you heal it'll still hurt you," his eyes were brimming with tears now, he really didn't want to hurt Wade.
Even so, his lover pulled him close, whispering sweet words against his head. Logan sniffed, whining as he felt the hot tears trailing down his face. Wade hushed him, murmuring something about it being okay to cry.
Logan relaxed further as the merc began to scratch his head gently. His breathing evened out further as he leaned into Wade's touch. He decided to reach up, pulling him into a gentle kiss silently thanking him. Wade pulled him close, rubbing slight circles into his thighs as he readjusted until Logan was slumped on top of him.
"All better now, pookie bear?" Logan hummed, grumbling slightly, "Don't fuckin' call me that," He growled, letting his claws unsheath slightly as a warning. Wade squealed loudly. "Fuckin' shut up! Al's asleep."
"She'll be finee Wolvie," Wade insisted, "it's not exactly my fault that my overgrown ape of a boyfriend is threatening domestic abuse," Logan grumbled again, but accepted his lovers arms around him. Even if he was plagued by nightmares and was quite literally the embodiment of unresolved trauma, he had Wade.
Wade would protect him.
"Thank you, Wade."