Chapter 2
BANG
BANG
BANG-
The sound of Logan slamming his head on the glass of the door filled the room, accompanied by the sound of the Time Ripper activating, causing Wade to look at him with wide eyes through the white of his mask.
“Wade! You don’t need to do this!” He yelled over the chaos, the roar of his panic drowning out the sound as his heart hammered against the metal of his ribcage. He had to get to Wade, couldn’t let it all end like this with how hard the mercenary had worked to finally get here; Or least, he couldn’t let Wade do it alone.
Logan would rather die along the man’s side than be without him.
“I’m not doing it because I need it;” Wade breathed out, moving closer to the machine. “I’m doing it because they do-” he finished before smashing the glass, shoving his hand into the glow of the wires and taking as much as he could fit into his hand.
All Logan felt was dread as he desperately began to punch at the glass, he was almost there, he just needed to fucking hit one more time . The adrenaline numbed his limbs as he repeatedly rammed his shoulder into the door. The idea of losing Wade overtaking any care of how much skin he was bruising or tearing off in the process. It would heal anyways.
Finally, the door was thrown to the ground, Logan making a dash towards Wade and taking his hand as tight as he could, probably breaking a few bones in the process, and lastly digging his claws into the opposite wires of Wades.
The pain searing through his body was worth standing by Wade in their last moments.
For a few seconds, everything laid still, almost quiet if it weren’t for the distant echo of the electricity from the wires crackling before completely dying out. Groggily, Logan opened his eyes, a small grunt leaving him as he sat up and looked around the rubble.
Huh. He had expected Wade to be up and speaking about fuck knows what by now… Where was Wade?
The mutant stood up, regaining his footing before searching for any small glimpse of bright red. It took a bit, but at the corner of his eye he spotted the other man. There was something off about the way Wade was laying there peacefully and eerily still.
Why wasn’t he yapping Logan’s ear off already ?
A new set of panic flared in his chest as he raced over to his friend, dropping to his knees and pawing at the masked man’s shoulder, at first gently shaking him. By now, Wade would’ve made an innuendo or something about how he liked it rougher, but… nothing. Nothing at all.
“Mouth? You broken?” Logan said hoarsely. When he got no response, he shook the man harder.
“You awake bub?” He said louder, brows furrowing in concern. “Fucking- Wade wake up, we made it.”
Silence.
He waited a few beats before leaning down and placing his ear against Wade’s chest, trying to hold back the trembling in his hands.
“The hell-” He hissed out, pressing his ear harder, his hand shooting to Wade’s wrist and pressing two fingers over the pulse point. Still nothing.
“No- no no no no- Not right now Bub, not now-” Logan’s throat caught on his own breath, his voice letting out a whimper of a cry, the adrenaline he once felt crashing down around him like his world should have.
“C’mon bub, don’t-” He bit down on another whimper. “-Don’t do this, I need you, you got a family waitin’ on ya, get up,”
He lifted Wade’s head and held his face in his hands, the pads of his fingers running over the exposed, raised bumps on his skin, his breaths coming out shorter as it set it what had happened.
He had made it out. Wade hadn’t.
Logan was supposed to be the one in his place, dead and covered in rubble, giving Wade the privilege to be able to go home, go to his friends who he worked so hard to protect and save, go back to the world he fought tooth and nail to keep safe.
Logan couldn’t stop the scream tearing it’s way out of his throat–
SCHLINK.
Suddenly, Logan’s eyes shot open, swollen and red with what seemed to have been hours worth of tears, his throat raw and his claws digging into the couch for the hundredth time.
He was home?
Wade.
Logan shot up from the couch on autopilot, his legs quickly pulling him to the other man’s room and swinging the door open, too concerned with checking on any sign of life to care how loud he was being. He made it to the side of Wade’s bed and stared down at him for a moment, chest heavy with barely concealed sobs as he watched Wade’s chest rise and fall peacefully.
He wanted to reach out, make sure the skin he touched was rough and warm, not pale and cold. So, that’s what he did. Ever so gently, Logan brought his hands down and placed them just under Wade’s jaw, his thumbs running over the bumps of his skin once more.
“So… Are we about to kiss or what?” Wade’s voice broke through the quiet of the room. Logan felt his face burn as he jumped back, his hands high in the air.
“Fucking hell! How long have you been awake?” Logan growled, embarrassed and relieved, relieved that Wade was indeed still with him. With the suggestion of a kiss, he felt the need arise, to feel Wade alive and breathing against his lips, but… he couldn’t bring himself to at that moment.
“Most likely after the second scream, interesting that most of it was my name.” The mattress creaked as Wade sat up and bent his body to the right to turn on his lamp.
“Who was top and who was bottom? I’m assuming you- Okay so not a good dream.” Wade continued, the smiling on his face fading upon getting a better look at the ruddy and tear stained cheeks of his roommate. For a moment, neither man moved or spoke, taking in the situation, the silence heavy between them.
“You alright, Peanut?” Wade spoke softly with concern, reaching up and taking Logan’s still shaking hand, squeezing it.
Instead of responding, Logan gave a shaky breath and threw himself at Wade, knocking the air out of his lungs as he curled into the other’s arms, the exhaustion and relief hitting him like a brick wall. Tears welled in his eyes with the knowledge that Wade was safe, that they were both safe.
Logan hid his face into Wade’s shoulder, his own shaking lightly as he tried to keep down the volume of his sobs, gasping into the fabric of his shirt as if he had finally pulled himself away from the brink of drowning.
He would rather drown than have the dream become reality.
“Come here big guy.” Wade cooed, wrapping his arms around Logan like an octopus to help comfort the mutant in some way, and it seemed to be working, if the sobs and harsh breaths began to even out.
As Wade coaxed Logan to calm down, he curled up into him and let his chest heave once more, feeling as if he has exhaled the weight off of his adamantium bones and allowing the war of his mind to quiet to a stop, the familiar rumble in his chest from the day before vibrated Wade’s skin where the mutant laid over him, a gentle, peaceful purr. In return, the Mercenary began to hum a simple tune to the rumble.
Both men sat there for a while, in their own quiet bubble of Logan’s purring and Wade’s humming that no one else could break.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Wade whispered, fingers still threading through Logan’s hair. He wasn’t surprised to not receive a response.
The soothing silence caused Logan’s eyes to grow heavy and closed, limbs feeling filled with lead as he returned to sleep, the comfort and warmth of Wade’s was enough to pull him back under into an even deeper slumber, this time a peacefully blank mind to keep his eyes closed for the remainder of the night.
A whisper of rough lips against Logan’s forehead.
Nothing was said when both woke in the morning, legs tangled with Wade’s arm around Logan’s waist. And not a word was said when Logan joined him in bed the next night, either. Or the following nights.