Wade started it by punching Logan straight in the nose; pain blossomed as a line of blood started running down Logan's face.
Logan paused, stunned by the pain, before punching Wade back. Then, slamming his head into the radio and changing the channels, Logan used the seatbelt, momentarily trapping Wade as he stabbed him in the gut.
Wade leaned the chair fully back, using his legs to slam Logan's head into the side of the door multiple times. Logan gained his composure back and punctured Wade's left lung through his rib cage.
Wade kicked Logan off him, sending him through the front windshield. Wade pulled his Katanas out as Logan ran towards him; instead, Logan hit the car, sending Wade back inside the car. Logan leaped through the window, impaling both of Wade's sides. Logan repeatedly stabbed Wade in the left side. Wade thrashed as his insides were mangled.
Wade momentarily stopped Logan's hand with his arm, and before Logan slashed at the same arm with his other hand, Wade used the handle of his Katana to flip the two into the back seat.
Wade partially laid on Logan, using the Katana to pin him as Wade used the baby knife to stab Logan's left side.
Logan smiled sadistically up at him as Wade's blood stained his teeth before sending him 20 feet in the air through the skylight. Wade sprung back onto his feet once he hit the ground, Katanas in both hands as Logan beckoned him forward.
Wade threw the Katanas behind him; he grabbed two hidden baby knives before running back to the car and jumping through the back window.
Wade kicked Logan against the front passenger door before dragging Logan onto the hood of the car, stabbing him in the side of the neck two times. Logan groaned as he grabbed Wade's arm. He managed to get on top of Wade again before he began to pull the arm backwards. Wade repeatedly chanted ‘No’ as it broke and went the opposite way.
Wade screamed like a girl as Logan pulled him backwards till Wade was halfway out the rear window. Wade's arm snapped back into place before Logan pulled Wade back in, punching him repeatedly in the face. Wade then got on top of Logan, using the seatbelt to wrap it around Logan's neck, then going out the rear window, then rolling through the skylight.
Logan cut the seatbelt, releasing himself before Wade pounced on him. Logan cornered him against the door. Logan tried to stab Wade in the head; instead, Logan's claws were stopped by Wade's hand. Logan pushed and got both Wade's hand and head through the broken window.
Logan kneed Wade in the face twice before Wade grabbed the knife on his calf and stabbed Logan's thigh. Wade twisted the knife before pulling it out and kicking Logan to the front of the car.
Wade rested his leg on the inclined seat, his legs spread wide as he rested the hand with the knife on his lap, the other one on the headrest.
“I take it back; the Honda Odyssey totally FUCKS. Too bad you don't Needle Dick.”
Logan was leaning against the dashboard, his arms spread out and his legs taking up room on either seat.
"Oh, we're just getting started, Bub.”
Logan lunged forward; he ended up sitting on top of Wade, effectively pinning him to the seat while repeatedly stabbing him in the head.
The air was filled with the metallic smell of blood, but Logan smelled something sweeter, something that was only recognizable as the scent of lust.
Logan retracted his claws before leaning down and sniffing Wade more closely. Who was as still as a rock, hoping to wish his 207th bone away.
“You're enjoying this, you sick fuck." Logan growled, and Wade threw his hands up in defense. “You can't blame a guy when he's letting out some pent-up energy.”.
Wade pointed down to where Logan's hips met Wade's leg. “Based on your little friend poking a hole into my thigh, I think I'm not the only one who's enjoying this.”
Logan clenched his jaw as a red tint spread across his face and neck.
Wade took advantage of Logan's pause; he grabbed his baby knife that was lying on the floor and stabbed Logan between the third and fourth ribs.
Logan growled as he tried to grab Wade's arm; instead, Wade flipped them over, and Logan's legs ended up on either side of Wade's waist.
“Ooo didn't take you as a bottom,” Wade chimmed as he dug the knife deeper.
As much as Logan tried to get out of this position, the tip of Wade's blade pressed against some trigger point on the inside of his rip cage.
The prodding of this trigger point sent waves of pleasure mixed with pain throughout Logan's body, something he hadn't experienced from another person in years.
Wade took notice of Logan's almost submissive state at his knife protruding from his side, piecing the two together. Wade gasped.
“Is it normal in all Wolverines to have a hidden g spot? Or just you.”
Logan growled as his claws slid out; he grabbed Wade's wrist, trying to wretch the bloody knife out of his side.
Wade persisted even with Logan's claws nearly cutting his jugular. Wade shoved the knife a couple millimeters deeper.
Logan's head fell back as a groan shy of a gasp fell from his mouth. Logan's grip loosened, but his claws still pressed against Wade's neck, nearly drawing beads of blood.
“You know I've always wondered if anyone enjoyed their wound being finger-fucked. But I never had the chance to find out, because, you know, they'll die. So, do you prefer the baby knife or can I get my fingers dirty?”
Logan pressed his head further into the seat as Wade sneeked a finger alongside his blade.
Wade removed his blade irritably slowly and slipped another finger inside, Logan's legs wrapped around Wade's waist without him telling them to as Wade fully pressed against the spot.
“We might have to do this more often if it gets me in this position,” Wade said as he began rubbing the spot in circles. Logan moaned against his control. His heels digging into Wade's lower back.
Logan blushed at the loss of control over his voice. He looked to the side, not wanting to make eye contact because he might actually die if he did.
Wade made a move to pet Logan's hair before Logan bit the side of his hand.
“Ow! Bad kitty! Bad kitty!” Wade squeaked while shaking his hand. Wade began to pull his fingers out. “Bad boys don't get good things,” he chastised.
Logan retracted his claws and grabbed Wade's wrist before he could fully remove his fingers.
“Don't.” Logan growled, and as weird as it was, he pulled Wade closer.
“How could I say no to an invitation like that?”. Logan could tell Wade was smirking underneath his mask.
Wade began to play with different pressures and motions, seeing which one made Logan gasp and moan.
“You f-fucker! I'm going to-” Logan growled as his body twitched when he came, making a mess inside of his suit.
Logan collapsed back into the seat, unwrapping his legs from Wade's waist.
“Holy shit,” Wade groaned, taking in the sight below him; his own erection pulsed with want.
Wade pulled his fingers out of the wound, his fingers still warm with blood as he watched the wound heal and close up.
Logan began to move so he wasn't laying down anymore, so Wade moved to rest against the opposite back door.
Wade took off his mask, breathing in the metallic air. Logan scrubbed a hand through his hair, his body feeling partially violated in a good way.
Logan looked Wade up and down, taking notice of the bulge straining against Wade's crotch.
Logan sighed before looking Wade in the eye, not being bothered by the man's scarred face.
“You want help with that." Logan motioned to Wade's erection, Wade's jaw dropped, and Logan broke eye contact to look away nervously as the other man remained quiet.
Wade smiled before he moved across the seat, Logan watching him as Wade climbed into his lap. Wade rested one leg on the other and propped his arm on the window sill, not flinching as the broken glass cut into his elbow.
“My my, did you just offer to help me please myself? I didn't know that all it took to get you compliant was to wound fuck your ribcage.” Wade smiled as he rested his head against his arm.
“Maybe. What's your answer?” Logan growled. Wade traced hearts on Logan's massive pectoral muscle. "Well, considering how you wrapped your legs around my waist... You've got yourself a deal.”
Logan flipped the two of them so Wade's back was pressed against the door and Logan was sitting on Wade's lap.
Wade grabbed Logan's hips, his dick aching to get out of the restraints of his tight suit.
Logan's lips brushed against Wade's as he spoke.
“Let's fucking go.”
END