Chapter 3
Around seven Logan decides they should go get something to eat. They walk to the pizza place in comfortable silence, Logan holding onto Wade's hand. He looks away trying to hide the blush. There is nowhere to hide when your best friend knows everything there is to know about you. They sit at the exact same bench where Logan decided to make this timeline his new home.
“I take it back those pistoleros are fucking awesome.” Logan takes a sip of his soda and smirks, “The only thing hotter than you with them katanas is you with a gun. When you pointed that gun to my head— hard as a fucking rock. ” coming from a man with built-in weapons that is a fucking compliment.
“I take back what I said too,” he places a hand on logans thigh and squeezes, blush covering his scarred face when Logan looked away flustered, “no such thing as whiskey dick of the claws. Claws are fucking baller, babe.”
Despite his animal superhero name, the man isn't a messy eater unless he's drunk. He even dabs the offending amount of grease off with the all-too-thin brown napkin. After wades done eating he leans his head on logans shoulder. Logan talks to him about his past as a cage fighter, how he genuinely admires the mercenary's fighting style. The mans praise makes him glad he's sitting down, he's weak in the knees.
Logan stands up, offering the mercenary his hand which Wade eagerly takes. He pulls Wade up into a soft warm embrace, his lips pressing against Wade's, when they pull away from one another, Wade hears a low growl and feels Logan shudder. He can still taste the pineapple on his lips, the kiss somehow making it sweeter. The walk back to wades place is shrouded in a comfortable, loaded silence.
In the apartment, Logan lets Wade go sit in the bedroom. He kisses wade like he doesn't want to let go, like it'd kill him for good if it did.
“I’m gonna go shower, darlin’,” his draw is low and oh so sticky sweet that it makes Wade's face hot. “You sit here pretty till I'm done ok.” Never has Wade, a man who doesn't follow rules, listened so quickly. He wants to kiss this man so bad it makes him look stupid.
He hears the water run and thinks back to that body dripping wet, every inch of that hefty form on display for him and him alone. He's eager to touch, to please - to taste.
The shower stops suddenly and he hears logan step out. A thin black towel is slung loosely around his hips and he's smoothing his hair down with a comb resembling a pocket knife. His v-line is showing and Wade has never wanted to lick something so badly.
“All your’s, bub. I'll be waiting out here for you.” Wade gets up to go shower, he steps into the bathroom, the steam remaining there smells faintly of his cologne, and Wade's head starts to spin. The water runs again and he hears Logan moving in the bedroom.
On the long, tan dresser he places five red candles and lights them. He then gets out a bottle of Wade's favorite gin , pouring two shots for them and placing it on the bedside table before tossing the towel and getting in bed. He gets a bottle of lube and a condom from the bedside drawer and places it on the table.he looks over to wades radio, wanting to put on music but choosing not to- wanting to hear the sounds of him and Wades lovemaking instead
Wade walks out into the bedroom taking a deep breath, sighing at the scent of the room. He looks at the image in front of him, Logan in his bed, chest glistening and broad, beckoning Wade over to him like wade did in that car.
“Wanna come over here and find out if I fuck harder than a Honda Odyssey?” he had taken back everything he had said in the car after admitting his feelings so throwing wades words back at him was an inside joke now- a really fucking hot one.
“I mean fuck I already know you aint no needle dick,” he bites his lip, the smell of logans cologne and the taste of his lips still heavy in his mind. “So whatever your up for I'm game, peanut.”
“fuck those candles smell awesome.” Wade sighs with a smile.
“Vanilla and rose,” Logan could read the phone book and wade could find a reasonable reason to jerk off to that voice. “Just like that vampire hand soap you get every October.”
“Aviator gin?” he looks at the black bottle and grins- its full, new. This was a gift. Logan pulls out the comforter and pats the bed.
“What can I say, I know you.” he knows him, every single thing about wade. It turns him on how connected they are down to the last detail. Logan looks at wade with dark and erotic intent.
“God Logan you look like you wanna eat me. Hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.” Logan can bite and rip at him and he wouldn't care. Right now he'd rather have that snarky tongue on him, the teeth can come later. He craves it bad.
“C’mere to me , I don't bite, unless you'd like that. ” Oh, he wants him to, bad. File that under what they can try later. He walks over, careful not to drop the shot glass, throwing the shot back like Logan. They slam the shot glasses down at the same time.
“Fuck that's some good shit,” Logan grunts, flicking his head like he would during one of his past cage fights, “Wade, darling you have taste.”
“In alcohol and men apparently. Touch me, Wolvie.” he croons sexually, grasping at logans shoulders, needing his hands on his body.
The wolverine embraces Wade and lays him down kissing him so deeply it makes wade gasp. He starts attacking his neck with kisses. He's growling low and possessively, his animal instincts lovingly kicking in.
“Enjoying yourself, peanut?” Wade asks, moaning like a whore already but still trying hard to keep holding on to that Deadpool bravado.
“Fuck yes,” he whispers in Wades ear, all predatory but full of adoration, “fuck I need it bad, darlin’.” that growl almost makes wades toes curl. “More importantly I'm enjoying you. So fucking beautiful.”
“The scars-” Wade hasn't really been able to look himself in the mirror since he had gotten the undying factor. He believes after tonight that's going to change.
“You think I give a shit?” Logan asks between kissing wades neck, shoulder, and collarbone. “I'll tell you right now I fucking don't. I'll bend you over in front of a mirror and fuck the shit out of you.” he growls, dark and aroused, “put a claw to your throat and slit it open if you look away or call yourself ugly once. You hear me, mouth?”
“Fuck yes I hear you. Every word.” Logan kisses him hard, hands grabbing hard at his muscular thighs and ass.
Wade grasps logans bicep, the muscle thick as stone, like he can feel the adamantium under the skin. He wants something, his whispered litany of please being telling.
“Can we even the playing field, wolvie? Something I wanna try.” Wade asks. He wants Logan in his mouth. Wade has a decent sized cock, but logans is perfect. He's begging to see how far he can get it down his throat.
“What do you want, bub? I'll do anything.” Logan asks, voice broken with devotion. Wade pushed Logan on his back and began to kiss down logans chest, on his knees but still at Logan's side.
“This.” he wraps his lips around the tip of logans cock and he gulps for air, the sound breaking off into a sigh of relief. “Fuckkk, Wade.” he softly rubs the younger man's head, kindly yet eagerly urging him to take more. He grips the headboard with his free hand, the tip of his claws scratching the wood. He pushes his cock in a little bit more, “is this what you've been wanting? Fuckk its sooo good…” he moans at the wet pressure of wades mouth, the soft pulsing feeling the roof of his mouth makes when the tip of his cock hits it.
Wade suddenly feels a wet finger rub at his entrance, soft and teasing. It causes Wade to moan with the mans thick perfect cock in his mouth. It's followed by a low mumured fuck, Wade, attaboy. You're so fucking tight.
“W-wade?” Logan pants, trying so hard to keep his composure, scared of breaking so soon.
“Yeah?” Wade looks up at Logan, not breaking eye contact, cocking an eyebrow at him. Logan's finger is still rubbing at his entrance.
“Let me taste you.” its more of a request than a demand, although Logan needs this more than anything.
“How I don't have a-” he feels that finger press again on his hole, eager and desperate.
“I want to eat you out, please sit on my face.” he's whimpering like a starving animal, chest heaving, needing to put his lips to something.
“You want me to sit on your face?” Wade asks, mouth agape and suddenly lightheaded.
“Fuck yes I do,” Wade hears Logan purr and holy fuck if that ain't the hottest thing, his finger is pressing at wades entrance wanting to dive in but the skin isn't giving way just yet. “You know Wolverines have a big appetite and fuck do I wanna taste you. Not gonna let me go hungry now are you, bub?”
Wade gets the message straddling logans head, logans fluffy hair tingling wades inner thighs. From this angle Wade can admire how stacked Logan truly is. His trance is broken once he feels a soft, wet and perfect pressure of a tongue against his asshole.
“Logan..” he sighs, the sound breaking off into a moan. He leans forward, face inches away from the mans cock. The swipes of his tongue are broad and long, moaning at the taste. Logan takes his mouth away, rubbing his thumb around his entrance, Wade bucking his hips.
“Holy shit.” Logan groans thickly, sharp teeth biting at one of Wade's cheeks, “you taste so good its making me feral.” Logan went back to lapping at the younger man’s hole like it was water from a stream and he’s a thirst animal. Wades mouth was too busy kissing and licking at logans cock, stroking it, amused with the way he can make Logan arch and moan.
“Wade don’t mean to interrupt you but I have to know, am I the first man you’ve been with?” He asks, fondling wades ass with shaky hands.
“You should know the answer, you’re the only man I’ve ever wanted.” Wade answers quietly and seriously. Throughout every time line, every universe, it’s always going to be Logan and Wade. Deadpool and Wolverine- its fate. He's been in the dark for so long. Logans the one, now that it has been brought to light there is nowhere to hide from it now.
“Don't need to even ask me, no matter what timeline I'm in, the only one I've ever really wanted is you.” Wade sighed at Logan's rare display of vulnerability.
“Let us not deny ourselves what we've wanted, then.” after years of holding back on what they've wanted, needed, they're finally going to give in.
Logan growls, the claws on one hand scratching shakily at the headboard. The claws go back in and he white knuckles the headboard.
“Id tell you to watch the hardware but fuck if those claw marks ain't a badge of honor- a fucking hot one.” he rolls his hips, testing the waters to see if Logan will let him take over. Logan just moans, he takes that as a sign.
Wade starts to grind his ass slowly against logans face, a finger joining the man’s tongue causing wade to moan the man’s name low and lazy, earning another bite from Logan.
“I’m gonna tear you apart.” It has no heat behind it, only need and love. Wade moves himself, turning around and sitting on Logan’s chest- Logan groaning at the loss of what he had his mouth on.
“Fight me or kill me or fuck me? All three make me to hard to even form coherent thoughts. You saw how I behaved when your tongue was in my ass.” Logan maneuvers Wade so that he's facing away from him Logan closely behind him, hissing when his cock rubbed against wades hole.
Like his animal namesake, Logan bit softly on Wade's neck- the soft wet sound making him keen and moan. He grabs the lube, forgoing the condom because healing factor.
“Slide your top leg up a bit for me,” the whispered order came, voice husked and fucked out already, Wade follows orders because holy shit that's hot, “Atta boy, now bend it at the knee. Good boy.” Add that to the list of kinks Wade has now.
Logan slides his hand up wades leg, so slow its agonizingly brutal. His two fingers leave a wet trail as they move. The condom is left unopened on the side table.
“Ahh, Logan.” Wade smiled and closed his eyes, pressing against the touch. That earned a satisfied grin from Logan. He knew he didn't really need to prep Wade due to the healing factor—but he wanted to. He wanted to dive his digits into the tight wet heat.
“I think someone's eager.” The wolverine whispered huskily in wades ear, “Lucky I can heal myself cause if I couldn't I’d come inside you right away.” His fingers found his way inside Wade, fucking them in and out. The mercenary has his head thrown back onto logans shoulder, eyes shut.
“That's it darlin’ don't tense up on me. Doin’ so good—so fucking proud.” Wade almost melts at the growled praise, meeting the motion of the Wolverine's fingers.
“Logan, please now.” Wade moaned, pressing back on his fingers, ready to feel more— not satisfied by the burn caused by the scissoring of logans fingers. He shook the moment the pads of the Wolverine's fingers hit his prostate.
“That's the spot. Now can you answer my question,” his voice was low, possessive but not mean. “This your first time darling?” He nods shakily, wanting more of that burn.
“Y-your the first. Fuck, Logan, I love you.”
The reply came out low and animalistic, a husked deep I love you followed by-
“Gonna be oh so good to you, bub. Isn't that what friends are for?”
“At this point we are more than friends, we need to add a boy in front of that, you think?”
“Fuck, baby your right.”
Oh the things Wade would do to hear Logan call him baby for the rest of time.
He took hold of his cock and slowly pressed in, Wade sucking in a gasp at the pressure. Logan began kissing Wade on that spot on his neck to distract him.
“That's it babe, I'm almost..” the tip of logans cock breached the tight ring of muscle “Oh fuck..” he was inside wade…
The only man who knows Wolverine and James Logan.
“Fuck, Wade are you ok?” his tongue licks over the already healing hickey, knowing he doesn't need to prep or heal—he just wants to. “God, your tight.”
“I-im great. Feels so good.” Wade leans back, wanting to take more, knowing that if it hurt the pain will be gone in seconds.
The healing factor makes the need to adjust useless, Logan knows that, and Wade does too. Logan just wants to feel the muscles adjust and welcome him.
“How about now?” Logan pushes all the way in, bottoming out and earning a yelp of pleasure from Wade.
“Oh my god, Logan!” he shouts, pulling logans head back to his neck so he can coat that area with kisses. Logan presses himself close to wade, as close as two men who know the ins and outs of each other can be.
“Talk to me, Wade,” Logan is close to the shell of Wade's ear, up close and personal, “ how does it feel?”
“So good. Fuck I've never felt this full.” he sighs in pleasure. “Your dick is huge, second time in my life someones left me speechless—first time was you.” his eyes flutter shut and his head falls back on logans shoulder.
“Guess were made for one another.” Logan whispers into the air.
“Fuck, Logan baby,” it came out deeper than his normal voice, biting his lip to stop himself from moaning like a whore already, “how are you feeling?”
“I can't believe it either. So hot and tight.” thank goodness for adamantium, if he didn't have it this would be over too soon. “Fuck, baby I need to move. Please let me move.”
“D-do it, Logan...” Wade sighed. Logan pulled out until just the tip was in, pushing it right back in.
The cries of passion echoed through the apartment as they moved together. Deeper. Harder. Faster. Logan holds Wade to his chest tightly, wades head rests on logans shoulder, eyes shut.
“C-can I tell you something, wolvie?” Wade whispered, shyly yet fully exposed.
“Uh-huh?” was all Logan could get out, transfixed by the tight wet heat of his only true love.
“Y-you know that fight a few days ago? Against the corps?” Wade panted, “that whole time I was wearing a plug inside me.”
Logan bit into Wades shoulder softly, growling at the admission, the image of the mercenary fighting, trying not to think of the plug inside him that's more than likely going to make him cum hard.
“You wore a plug during a fight? Fuckk Wade tell me more.” the thrusts got harder but slower, almost teasingly so.
“I basically snuck away to put it in. B-black and red to match my suit, fuck,” Wade spoke when he found the words. “The whole time I was thinking of you, filling me up so good. God the real things so much better!”
Logan's thrusts got erratic, Wade trying to push back to match it. He was growling like an animal in heat, one set of claws already stabbed into the bed, caging Wade in like he wanted to get away— not that Wade wanted to run.
“Wade, fuck, please…” Logan gasped out quickly, feeling his orgasm close.
“Don't you dare pull out ill fucking kill you.”
Logan pushed in a final time, and he was coming. That sweet release they were chasing after. The feeling hit him like a barrage of bullets as he emptied himself into wades willing body. He lays there, not a spent bone in his body, growling breath still harsh on the mercenaries neck.
It isn't enough, it can't be. Not this first time.