The Talk
Logan woke up alone that morning. He predicted that his heat would start in two days, but Wade not being there made him feel worse. God, he hated how needy he felt during this time, but really it was his instincts to blame. With a bit of effort, he dragged himself out of bed to find a note written in Wade's almost illegible childish handwriting with sparkly stickers surrounding it. Apparently, Wade had a job to complete early in the morning and had to leave. Feeling a little better Wade hadn't just flat out left his ass, Logan looked around Wade's room, Logan couldn't bear it anymore and decided to build a nest. He'd neatly rearranged their bed to make a cozy spot for himself and Wade. He'd grabbed every single blanket and many things around the apartment that smelled like Wade, he even put in the Canadian flag blanket Wade had bought for him saying they needed to preserve their culture.
It had been almost an hour and Wade still wasn't home, Logan anxiously tapped his foot and decided to make himself breakfast. When he stepped into the main room, Blind Al was listening to some TV and didn't seem to notice Logan for a second.
"Hello Logan," Al called from the couch as Mary Puppins jumped from the couch to the floor to greet Logan too.
Logan patted the rat looking dog's head, "Good morning Althea." Almost on cue to interrupt something normal, Wade came through the door, covered in blood.
"Hey Babies," Wade stated as he threw his mask across the hall into a laundry basket and picked up Mary Puppins then kissed Logan on the cheek. "Oh and hello Blind Al, you conniving coke thief." Right, Al and Wade were still arguing about that. "That was a horrible fucking job, I had to leave the house at six am and it only took thirty minutes to kill those dicks... well I spent the extra 2 hours regrowing my limbs, but I'll be fine." Logan watched as Wade left to go change and decided to bite the bullet. He had to tell Wade about his heats.
Waiting until Wade and him were alone and in a calm state, Logan decided then he would tell him. The perfect moment came quicker than he'd expected. Al had gone off to go do some coke and probably gamble. So, Wade had decided they should sit on the couch and watch a movie, it was something about colorful ponies or whatever, but Logan was figuring out how to tell Wade about his heat without Wade leaving him.
Looking up at Wade, Logan decided it was time.
"Wade," Logan cut through the silence. "I have to tell you something, important."
Wade looked down at Logan, "What is it Peanut?"
"Well my world's a little different from yours."
"I gather that the moment I stepped foot in that bar."
"My world was," Logan hesitated and decided that Wade could take it. "In my world I'm an omega and my heat is coming up-"
"Jackpot!" Wade interrupted Logan and hit the air. "So the Omegaverse is like, real in your world? Sick..." Logan was a bit startled at how well Wade was taking all this and against all the better judgement he had, he pressed further.
Logan sighed, "How do you know about my world's... thing?"
"I'm so glad you asked baby," Wade gleefully set down his phone and turned to better face Logan. "You see, the Omegaverse is an excellent genre of very gay fanfiction, usually just porn without much plot. It started because someone wanted to spice up their usual Wincest and went on from there. I'm basically a certified expert on the subject."
It confused Logan. The horrible discriminating social hierarchy of his world was a porn trope in Wade's world? He couldn't decide whether to be happy or livid. "Jesus Christ," Logan sighed.
"Thank you for acknowledging my real name sweetie!"
"Since you know so much about my world," Logan commented. "I'd like you to know my heat starts in two days." Wade nodded and Logan stood up to go back to their room before he heard a loud vulgar exclamation from Wade.
Wade hadn't stepped in their shared bedroom for fear of Logan trying to slice him in half again and he'd taken up another job to blow off steam. To say he'd been a bit shocked was an understatement, he couldn't believe it. In his shock, he'd also realized the Omegaverse had no set canon, therefore how the fuck would he be able to actually help Logan. However, heats in the Omegaverse were a mostly universally agreed on thing. A heat was fancy words for Alpha Omega mating fuck fest, scent, marking, primal, and breeding kink all activated at once for ultimate jerk off material without any post nut clarity.
Logan wanted to cry. Was this Wade's way of rejecting him? Wade had been out of their room for so long. He'd surrounded himself with Wade's scent, but none of it was as good as the real thing right there with him. A few hours had passed of Logan crying, fighting his instincts, and scarfing down beef jerky, it felt pathetic, he felt pathetic.
Finally after several hours, Wade had entered their room to Logan laying face down on their bed, rolled up in that Canadian flag blanket he swore he hated.
"Hey honey pie," Wade said softly as he approached their bed, Logan could smell Wade had showered and changed. "I fucked up some people for money and I restocked your beef jerky reserve with the good stuff from the deli." Still no response from Logan. "Baby, are you okay?"
"I'm fine Wade," Logan stated bluntly and turned to face Wade. "It's not your fault I have to do deal with my heat. I just want you close."
Wade smirked softly, so that's what the grumpy motherfucker wanted, "I'd be happy to snuggle with you baby, c'mere." And with that Wade had intertwined them under the blankets and looked at Logan softly. "I've read some stuff, and I wanted to know, is this nesting?"
Logan pushed himself closer to Wade's chest and nodded, "I hope you like it."
"I love anything you do," Wade kissed the top of Logan's head softly. "You're the best Wolverine after all."