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It's the middle of the night when Wade wakes up due to the sound of something crashing to the floor and breaking. He's been sleeping on the pull-out couch next to Logan since Logan moved in, so that's where he is.

He sits up like a jack-in-the-box, immediately alert, his heart beating abnormally fast. He was in the army. He's experienced war. He got kidnapped and tortured until he mutated. He may be immortal, but his traumatized brain doesn't care - when there's a sound in the night you wake up and check what's going on. If not, your army buddies may be shot, or your girlfriend kidnapped. You never know, so you check!

He immediately notices Logan crouched on the floor next to the other side of the pull out, back turned towards Wade, the side table lamp broken on the floor next to him. Althea picked that one out, so he doesn't really care.

"Peanut, you alright? Don't worry about the lamp, it was ugly anyways," Wade says as he leans across the bed, putting his hands on top of the couch cushion Logan put in the middle of the bed as a wall between them. That kind of hurt, but deep down Wade understands why. "Al has no taste, but you can't blame her. She's blind, after all."

Logan snaps his head around then, and glares at Wade. His pupils dilated so much his eyes are mostly black where the irises should be.

Wade notices Logan's claws are out, and swallows hard. Something isn't right, that much he can tell.

Logan slowly gets up on his feet, the muscles on his bare arms and back highlighted in the street lamp light peeking in through the blinds. So sexy! His teeth flashes as his lips pull back with a growl, and Wade barely manages to roll out of the bed and onto the floor to avoid his claws when Logan pounces on him.

"Shit, fuck!" Wade yelps from the floor, crawling backwards as Logan stares at him, claws shoved all the way into Wade's side of the bed. "Logan, it's me, Wade! Your best bub," Wade tries, his voice calm and gentle, yet nervous, but Logan looks like the words are bouncing off of him. It's like he's not really awake or something, his eyes focused, but glazed over.

Logan growls and then jumps towards Wade like an angry chimpanzee, but Wade kicks his feet up, hitting Logan in the chest and throws him forward and into a wall before Logan slides upside down onto the floor.

Wade spins on the floor then, gets one of his katanas out from under the bed while Logan scrambles to his feet. Wade does the same and runs to the kitchen, where they end up on each side of the kitchen table.

"I can go all night, my feral honey badger. But I'd rather go back to dreaming about you naked on the beach, so why don't you calm your tits before we ruin the whole apartment?" Wade says as he holds his single katana out with both hands, and prepares for Logan to attack again, "I don't want to hurt you, buddy, but you're kind of putting me in a difficult position here. I have an old lady and a dog to protect too, you know. Otherwise I'd let you tenderize me until you're satisfied."

Logan growls then and jumps up over the table and towards Wade, who holds the katana out and stabs Logan right between two ribs, grazing a lung and hitting his heart as he falls backwards against the floor from Logan's weight. Logan slides down to the hilt of the katana, the only thing between them now, and coughs blood right in Wade's face.

Wade sputters. "Warn a guy before you come in his face!" he exclaims before he turns to you, "If this isn't a metaphor for sex, then I'm delusional. Or both!"

Then Logan's eyes widen before they close, and his body goes limp. Wade tilts him and the blade so he lands sideways on the floor, then pulls the sword out before resting the tip of the blade against Logan's chest, just in case.

"Hey, peanut. Wake up!" he says as he pats Logan on the cheek, then pulls his hand away as Logan's lip twitches and his eyes flutter.

"Wade?" Logan mumbles groggily, his voice like gravel in his chest, making Wade giddy despite the circumstances.

"Love it when you say my name, babygirl," Wade responds with a smile, "You alright, buddy? You went a little wild just now, had to stab you in the heart."

"What?" Logan says with a seemingly pained grimace, then looks with concern at the blade poking at his chest.

"I dunno what happened, but you were like a wolf in attack mode, couldn't get through to you," Wade elaborates as he sits up, using the katana for support now instead of aiming it at Logan.

"Shit," Logan sighs and gets up on one arm before running his free hand through his hair.

"That's what I said!" Wade laughs, "It's all good though, no one got hurt except you."

"Good," Logan says and looks at Wade, then squints at him, "You sure, bub? You got blood all over your face."

"Oh, that's yours," Wade says and licks some of it off his lips, "A little midnight snack never hurt anyone."

Logan scoffs, then sits up and stares at the floor. "I'm sorry, this hasn't happened since..." he struggles to finish the sentence.

"You don't have to say it," Wade stops him before he can try again, and reaches a hand out to put it on Logan's shoulder. "It's ok. Like I said, no one else got hurt."

Logan groans into his hands, then run them down his face. "I should move," he says as he shakes Wade's hand off and rises to his feet.

Wade gives him a puzzled look. "What? You mean move away?" Wade's stomach drops, he doesn't want Logan to leave. What if he never sees him again?

"'Course he wants to leave, you're a nuisance. Same reason Vanessa just wants to be friends now," a voice in Wade's head says, but he ignores it and focuses on Logan.

"Yeah. I should find an isolated spot outside the city or something," Logan says as he walks back to the living room and gathers what little stuff he's gotten during his two weeks with Wade and Althea - mostly clothes and a cellphone - and shoves it all into a duffle bag he's been using as a wardrobe.

"Woah, oh, ho hey," Wade says as he walks around the pullout couch and in front of Logan, "Aren't you rushing things a bit? This could be a one time incident! Besides, I can handle it!"

"He can't wait to get out of here," the voice in Wade's head remarks, "You're pushing him away with your ugly mug and unlikeable personality. You think offering to share your shitty pull-out couch is gonna make up for everything you put him through and keep him around?" The voice laughs, "And I thought I was delusional!"

Logan scowls at him. "I don't wanna hurt you, bub. Not like this. And what if Althea gets up at the wrong time durin' the night and I happen to wake up in that state just when she does? She's not like you, I'd end up fuckin' killin' her."

Wade swallows nervously at that as it dawns on him. Sometimes he forgets Althea is a normal mortal because she sure could have fooled him with all the coke she does. He's speechless for once, at least when it comes to that.

"I'll sleep in the truck for now," Logan says as he changes from tartan pyjama pants to jeans. The truck he's talking about is a pickup truck he bought with money from the TVA. It wasn't enough for an apartment, nor a cabin in the woods, but an old pickup truck was better than nothing.

"Well, um, okay, but can we talk tomorrow before you do anything rash?" Wade asks when Logan is done changing and is heading for the door.

"Sure, bub. Good night," Logan says and heads outside, leaving Wade alone in the dark, before he hears the door to Althea's room open, and then Puppins comes running to him, jumping on his leg.

"What the fuck was all that noise?" Al asks as she carefully shuffles into the living room, a frown on her face.

"Logan went a little feral, but I handled it. He's sleeping in the truck now, but he'll probably be moving tomorrow," Wade says as he stares absentmindedly at the floor, a sadness to his voice.

"Oh, good for him, I guess. Three's a crowd, right? He will be missed though," Al says as she walks towards Wade and almost misses his arm as she pats it, then asks, "You alright, honey?"

"Hmm?" Wade lifts his head to look at her, his eyes cold and empty, but she can't tell, of course, "Oh yeah, I'm fine. Nothing I can't heal from, so..."

"Good, now let's all go back to bed. Mama needs her beauty sleep," Al says and heads back to the bedroom.

"Yeah, good night..." Wade says almost inaudibly, then gets back into bed. He pulls his comforter all the way up to his chin and looks at the empty space on the bed next to him. Then Puppins jumps up into the bed and snuggles up to him.

"I don't want him to leave, Mary," Wade whispers to the dog as he wraps his arms around her and nuzzles her head, "My chest hurts just thinking about it."

. . .

Out in the truck Logan is trying to get comfortable in the car seats under a blanket, not because he can't handle lying there - he can sleep almost anywhere, physically anyways. Falling asleep when your head is full of thoughts however, that's not easy.

He had attacked Wade in his own home, in the middle of the fucking night. He's the worst fucking house guest in the known universes, surely. Of course something like this had to happen, of course he had to ruin everything, again. He finally has friends again, a family even, maybe, and then he goes and puts them in danger, and why? Because his nightmares trigger some kind of feral defence mechanism in him? Great. He's clearly meant to be alone, meant to be an isolated hermit who never feels the warm touch of love and friendship ever again. And that's what he deserves, anyways, he thinks deep down.

Tomorrow he'll drive all the way out of the city and find some abandoned cabin or something. He's not picky, he has lived in caves and bunkers, trenches and igloos, and makeshift tents made out of moss and branches. His truck or an old, mouldy farm house is a luxury compared to some of those places.

He shuts his eyes again and crosses his arms, hugging himself as he tries to sleep, and hopes he has some soothing dreams for once instead of a nightmare.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○

The next day Wade is on edge. He didn't sleep all night and he's in his suit, mask pulled up over his nose, drinking aggressively from a juice box as he sits by the kitchen table, shaking his legs restlessly.

He sits there until 9 AM, when Logan comes in through the apartment door, and Wade and Puppins both run to see him.

"Hey, you still leaving?" Wade asks with anxious anticipation, trying to stay cool, resting his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna let anyone who doesn't deserve it get hurt if I can avoid it," Logan tells him matter-of-factly, and Wade wants to answer it by telling Logan that it hurts him that he's leaving, but instead he acts supportive.

"Ok, well, I was thinking I'd go with you. Lots of shady places and shady people out there, don't want you getting kidnapped or anything," Wade says in his usual unserious manner, and smiles a little as Logan gives him an amused, lopsided smirk.

"You mean people like you?" Logan laughs, and it's clear by his tone and the look on his face that he's just teasing Wade, then he says, "And you're not moving out with me, you've got your whole life in the city. You have your friends, and Vanessa, and-"

Wade interrupts him. "You're my friend too, and I told you Vanessa and I aren't getting back together. It's not like anyone needs me here," he says, then bobs his head side to side and shrugs, "Ok, maybe Al does, a little, harder to get your hands on coke when you're blind than when you're not, but she did fine before me, so-"

"Wade," Logan sighs.

"Logan," Wade replies jovially, grinning at him.

"You can't shove your whole life aside just to go live in the woods with me, bub, and I won't let you," Logan says, a sober tone to his remark, and an expression to match it.

'You're my life now,' is what Wade wants to say, but he's too much of a coward to do so. If only people knew how much he actually held back, how many words and sentences he anxiously swallowed or stored in the back of his wrecked, disorderly mind. Instead he smiles, and says, "Ok, but at least let me go look with you so I'll know where you're staying, then I can come check on you and bring beer sometimes, yeah?" He looks at Logan with wide, begging eyes, like a dog desiring a treat, and Logan sighs deeply.

"Fine," Logan says, "But no fuckin' dubstep or boyband music, and if you don't behave I'll kick you out of the car while it's in motion."

Wade grins and gives Logan a salute, "Sir, yes, sir!" and Logan rolls his eyes before they head outside.

...

It doesn't take long for Wade to break his promise to behave, and he starts challenging his boredom and restlessness by beatboxing.

"Wade..." Logan grumbles.

"Sorry, peanut," Wade says and clears his throat, "I'm just so bored."

"We've been drivin' for like ten minutes, bub," Logan sighs in disbelief, "Don't you have games on your phone or some shit?"

"They only entertain me for like five minutes, I'm afraid," Wade pouts and slouches in his seat before putting his feet on the dashboard, "Maybe I'll take a nap. Didn't sleep all night."

"Really?" Logan asks, and he sounds sincerely curious as he asks, "What kept you up?"

"I was jerking off, obviously-"

"Why do I ask?" Logan groans and rolls his eyes.

"I'm kidding, peanut," Wade informs him, "I was actually dreading today."

"Oh," Logan says, not taking his eyes off the road for even a second.

"I really didn't want you to leave," Wade says as he gazes out the passenger side window and at the snow gently hitting it, "Still don't."

"I'm sorry, bub, but it's for the best," Logan says, and his voice is so gentle and sympathetic it makes Wade's heart ache even more, "I am not safe to be around if I keep losing control like I did last night."

"I know..." Wade says sadly as he traces lines between the quickly melting snowflakes on the car window.

"You can visit me anytime you want, you know," Logan tells him, and Wade looks at him with with wide eyes, raised brows, and a gasp.

"Really?" Wade asks excitedly, "Do you mean that?"

"'Course I do," Logan says with a small smile, "We're friends, right?"

"Damn right we are," Wade says as he sits up properly in his seat, hands in his lap, "I'll behave so you won't change your mind."

Logan snorts, "Yeah right, I doubt you can make it even five more minutes without saying some weird shit."

. . .

It's surprising to Logan when Wade manages to be quiet for not just five more minutes, but for the whole way out to the countryside. Is their friendship really this motivating to him? Is Logan really this important to him?

Logan feels a prickly warmth inside his chest at the thought. When was the last time he had experienced someone having a positive interest in him? Years, if not at least a decade, probably. He almost gets teary eyed at thecrealization, but he swallows his feelings, shoves them down into the bloodsoaked, cursed dirt inside him. But the feeling he can't quite push away is the guilt, the guilt about the fact it seems like Wade thinks he has to suppress a very defining trait of himself to keep Logan's friendship.

Logan can't tolerate that.

"You can talk, bub. I'm not gonna throw you out of the car or not let you visit me if you do," Logan says as he keeps his eyes on the road, he doesn't want to look Wade in the eyes right now.

"You sure?" Wade says, pursing his lips as he stares at Logan, clearly trying to demonstrate that he can shut up if Logan suddenly says 'no' now.

Logan snorts. "Yes, Wade, I'm sure," he says and smiles, hoping it shows Wade that he's being sincere.

Wade sighs - in relief, Logan figures - then says, "Ok. So what exactly are you looking for? If you want to live in an old castle I think we may be better off driving to France or something."

Logan chuckles. "Nah, nothing that big. Don't think I could bother with caring for something like that, unless I could afford to have live-in maids or somethin'."

"You care about how your living space looks?" Wade laughs, "I don't believe it."

"Fuck you," Logan snorts.

"Anytime, anywhere, peanut," Wade says with a snap of his fingers, "I can be your live-in maid, by the way. I'll even wear one of those short, black and white dresses you mostly see in pornographic imagery and as sexy halloween costumes."

Logan laughs out loud at that, and he can see Wade's smirk from the corner of his eye. Wade is ridiculous, but also, the images Wade's words conjure in Logan's mind are making him feel weird.

Shit, shit, shit, go away. Logan shoves those away into the bloody dirt he swears fills every inch inside his mind and body.

"Anyway, enough bullshit," he says and clears his throat, "Back in my old universe I actually found an abandoned cabin around this area. I used to retreat to it when I needed some space, no one ever came by and complained. It burned down some time after you know what, so I think someone found out I used to come there and decided to burn it down."

"I'm sorry, peanut," Wade says, a sympathetic expression on his face, "So you're thinking it may exist in this universe too?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm hopin'. But it may not be abandoned here, so I guess we'll see," Logan confirms with a nod, "If it's not I'll just have to look elsewhere."

"Well, you better not stray too far or I'll have to microchip you," Wade argues sternly, but then smiles, "Or just put a collar with a gps tracker on you, since your body would probably reject the microchip."

Logan scoffs, "Over my dead body, bub," but he feels a little hot under the collar - ha - at the thought of having a collar put on him by someone, affectionately. Damn, Wade is really getting under his skin today, Logan tells himself. It's not actually got anything to do with Wade, he also tells himself.

"It shouldn't be far now," he says, because it's true, but also to change the topic. They've been driving for hours already, time flies with company and distracting thoughts.

They then take a left turn up a slightly overgrown dirt road with no trees, then as it narrows inbetween trees and into the forest, Logan stops the car and turns off the engine. "Come on," he says and gets out of the pickup, and Wade does the same.

They walk up the dirt road turning trail into the lightly snow dusted woods, and up ahead Logan can see a familiar log wall peeking out between the trees. As they get closer the familiar log cabin seems to be in slightly better shape in this universe than in his old, but there's no human smell lingering, suggesting no one's been there recently.

"Cozy," Wade remarks as they walk up the short stairs and onto the porch of the cabin, before Logan puts a claw between door and doorframe and slices the bolt of the lock like it's melted butter.

Logan opens the door, then gestures inside and says, "After you, bub."

"Oh, well aren't you a gentleman," Wade jokes as he swats his hand in Logan's direction, then steps inside. Logan follows and closes the door behind them.

The place is incredibly dusty, with dead flies in the windowsills, spiderwebs in the corners, but otherwise in good condition. It's not very big either, but Logan doesn't need much. There's a striped old couch and a matching armchair across from the door, to the right there's a small kitchen with a cast iron stove that's clearly also responsible for the heating, a small wooden kitchen table and matching chairs. Across from the kitchen there's an old bed with several wool blankets and a thin comforter on it, and on the sides there's a nightstand and a wardrobe.

Before Logan can even say anything Wade grabs the top blanket from the bed and walks outside, shaking the dust off of it and hanging it on the porch railing of the cabin to air, then repeats the process with the rest of the blankets as well as the comforter.

"Taking on your maid duties already, bub?" Logan laughs heartily and grabs an old broom that's resting against the wall next to the door, and sweeps the floor.

"Can't let you sleep in all this dust, peanut," Wade says and takes the mattress from the bed to air it too, "Your lungs may heal, but breathing in dust is never pleasant."

Logan feels a warmth inside at Wade's caring attitude, but he doesn't want to think too hard about it. Then about half an hour later they've done a decent job cleaning the place up, and Logan thinks he can be content there.

Wade is crouching in front of the stove/fire place, warming his hands, when he asks, "So, this is the place then?"

"Yeah, it's perfect," Logan confirms simply.

Wade chuckles. "We clearly have very different standards, peanut. But as long as you're happy, that's all that matters to me," he says and turns his head to smile at Logan. It's a warm, affectionate smile, and Logan's heart skips a beat at the sight.

"I'm goin' out for a smoke, bub, you can just stay here and keep the fire goin'," Logan says as he gets a cigar out of an inside pocket on his jacket.

"Okey dokey, honey badger," Wade replies, and then Logan walks outside.

He lits his cigar and rests his elbows on the porch railing, watching the trees and the sky and light snow still falling silently down on him and everything around him. It's nice being away from all the sounds and lights of the city. It's nice being just him, and nature. And Wade.

And Wade.

Wade.

W-

Logan shakes his head, like he can dislodge his thoughts and then throw them out.

Wade isn't supposed to be a part of this. Sure, he's welcome to visit, when Logan is awake and in control of himself, but he's not supposed to be a permant, ever present part of it.

The thought stings a bit, like someone's tasering him in the space below his ribs. Wade has his flaws, oh yes he does, but living with him, and Althea and Puppins, has been a nice change for Logan. He's not felt this absence of loneliness in years. It's been nice to not wake up in a damp alleyway, all your cash stolen and the stench that tells you someone probably took a piss on you out of hatred while you were blacked out. Nice to have someone greet you 'good morning' again, asking how you slept, offering you coffee they brewed while you were still asleep, and then yapping your head off about their plans for the day, not caring if you're actually paying attention.

He hadn't been in this universe for long, but so far it has been good, more than he deserves, and he wonders if moving out here will change that.

His ears and nose twitch at the sound of something in the snow, and for a millisecond he's ready to fight, verbally or physically, but then he sees a tiny weasel peeking up at him from between some trees, and he relaxes.

"Hey there, little buddy," he says between drags of his cigar, and smiles at the little critter, who twitches its nose and disappears into the snow.

"Who are you talking to, peanut?" Wade asks as he steps out on the porch, one of the blankets wrapped around his shoulders. He doesn't handle colder temperatures as well as Logan does.

"Just a weasel, bub," Logan tells him as he turns towards Wade and leans back against the railing, his free hand on top of it.

"Oh, so you've got a little family reunion out here," Wade teases with a smirk.

"Fuck you, Wade," Logan responds mirthfully, smirking back at him.

"Not out here, my balls would freeze off," Wade argues and sits on the railing, shuddering slightly.

Logan scoffs. "It's not that cold, bub."

"Says the guy who looks like a rug. I don't have a single hair left on my body, peanut. I'm like a peeled potato or a overly ripe pear just before it goes mouldy," Wade says and breathes hot air on his hands.

"Go back inside if you're cold, dumbass," Logan tells him and takes another drag of his cigar.

"But I want to hang out with you," Wade argues with a pout, making Logan roll his eyes a bit.

"I'll be back inside in a minute, bub," Logan reassures him and looks up at the sky. It's starting to get dark, soon they'll be able to see the stars.

"No, give me your cigar," Wade says and reaches his hand out, moving it in a gesture as if to say 'over here'.

"Forget it, you'll just throw it away or eat it to stop me from smokin' it so I'll be done sooner," Logan says defiantly, but there's a hint of humor in it.

"It's scary how well you know me, peanut," Wade laughs, then he drops the blanket so it hangs onto the railing, before he crouches down and grabs some snow.

"Oh no, don't even think about it, Wade," Logan warns him, holding a hand out towards him as if to signal him to stop.

"What? I'm not doing anything," Wade says as he smirks at Logan and rolls the snow into a ball in his hands.

"You think I can't see you makin' a snowball, bub?" Logan laughs a little and takes a step back, "I'm not fuckin' blind."

Wade gets back up on his feet, turns to Logan and rolls the snowball between his hands, smiling innocently as Logan squints at him with suspicion.

"You scared?" Wade asks with a lilt to his voice, "It's just snow."

"Not in the mood, Wade," Logan says, his tone and facial expression both painfully serious.

"You never are, you grumpy old bear," Wade says with a teasing smirk, and then he throws the snowball right in Logan's face before he can even react.

Logan, now with arms outstretched, mouth gaping in disbelief, grits his teeth, growls through them as he glares at Wade, and then drops his cigar before he pounces at Wade, who dodges his attack by jumping over the railing and off the porch, down about 3 feet onto the ground.

Logan follows him down and grabs some snow, packing it together into a ball and throws it at Wade's back as he tries to run away.

Wade laughs as he stumbles, then grabs some more snow of his own, and turns as he throws it at Logan.

"I'm gonna fuckin' bury you, bub," Logan laughs as they continue to throw snowballs at each other.

"Oh come on," Wade sighs through a laugh, "You're clearly having fun."

"I am," Logan admits as he throws a snowball right in Wade's face, then sprints at him and throw them both onto the ground with a thud, before shoveling snow over Wade's face with his hands, grinning to himself as he does.

Wade struggles underneath him, but laughs heartily, throwing snow back up at Logan.

Then Logan rolls off of him and onto his back next to him before sighing happily.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Wade asks with a big, satisfied grin on his face, "You don't have to sit in a corner being grumpy all the time."

Logan scoffs. "I'm not grumpy all the time."

"No, just 99% of it," Wade teases, flicking some snow on Logan's head. Then Logan sits up before throwing two handfuls of snow onto Wade's face.

Wade sputters and sits up too, "I just want you to be happy, peanut."

"Why?" Logan asks, simply.

"Are you serious?" Wade laughs almost mirthlessly, "'Cause you're my friend, you grumpy fuck."

Logan feels a little flustered, it's been so long since someone sincerely cared about him that it almost feels new. He looks away, embarrassed. "Thanks, bub."

"You're welcome, Wolvie," Wade says and throws his arms around Logan's neck, hugging him from the side before kissing his cheek.

Logan's so flustered he feels like his head might explode. What is wrong with Wade?

"Fuck off," Logan says without any real malice and pushes Wade off of him, then gets back on his feet, "My clothes are all wet now."

"Oh really?" Wade asks with a quirked brow and a smirk.

"From the snow, you fucking pervert," Logan just about growls at Wade and heads for the stairs. Wade pouts, then smiles before he gets up too and follows Logan.

. . .

Once they're inside, Logan adds more wood to the fire, then starts undressing right there, in front of Wade, who freezes in place.

First goes the jacket, he hangs it on a chair. Then his shirt, and Wade pays close attention to the muscles on Logan's back as he does. Then Logan starts unbuckling his pants.

"Wow, you're not even a little shy, are you?" Wade asks, and he's starting to feel hot despite his own wet and cold clothes.

Logan scoffs as he turns his head, "Should I be?"

Wade shakes his head. "Of course not, you look like they should make marble statues of you," he says as he continues to stare at Logan, "If only we all were lucky enough to look as good as you do."

"You look fine, bub," Logan says and rummages through his bag, Wade almost missing what he said as he stares at the boxer briefs peeking up over the hem of Logan's jeans.

It's Wade's turn to scoff now, "Your idea of 'fine' is screwed up, peanut."

"Yeah? Sue me," Logan says, then pulls the belt out of his jeans, and then Wade actually turns around, his back towards Logan as Logan's jeans slides down.

It's not out of politeness or because he's suddenly not a pervert, but because the last thing he needs right now is adamantium claws to his eyes or his dick.

"Maybe I will," he says, clearing his throat. He hears Logan move, the rustle of clothes and the fire in the iron stove. He wonders what Logan thinks when he looks at him.

"It's gettin' late, I'm sure Al and Puppins are startin' to worry about you," he hears Logan say, then ask, "You want me to drive you home?"

Wade turns around, and Logan is dressed in a dry pair of jeans now, but his gorgeous, hairy tits and abs are on display, and Wade has to fight the urge to grope and drool all over them.

"That's so romantic of you to ask," Wade says, and smirks as Logan rolls his eyes at him, again. "Thanks, but no, that'll be an annoyingly long ride back and forth for you. I'll take the bus or something. Not like I need to worry about highway serial killers or anything, anyways."

"Alright, but let me drive you to the bus stop at least," Logan suggests, and Wade almost cries at how considerate he's being.

"Aww, peanut, you're being awfully sweet to me tonight," Wade says with a high-pitched tone and swats his hand in Logan's direction, then goes back to his more usual demeanor and says, "But you don't need to do that either, I want to enjoy the scenery a bit, so I'll walk."

"Alright, suit yourself," Logan says with a shrug, then walks Wade to the door. "Thanks for helpin' me clean up the place, bub."

"Of course, I did say I could be your maid after all, and the offer still stands," Wade says with a smirk as he stands in the doorway, then puts his hands behind his back and asks, "Goodbye kiss?" before he leans forward, closes his eyes, and pucker his lips.

Not surprisingly, instead of a kiss, he gets a hand on his forehead that pushes him out onto the porch.

"Take care of yourself, Wade," Logan says as Wade opens his eyes again, and there's a small smile on his face that makes Wade giddy.

"You too, peanut," Wade says with a smile back, does a salute, then walks away. As soon as he hears the door to the cabin close, his head and his shoulders droop, and he sighs. What if this is the last time he sees Logan? His chest hurts at the thought, and he fights the tears about to spill from his eyes as he walks the path back to the dirt road. He's never had a friend quite like Logan before, he's sure, and now he might be losing him to the trees and the mountains. Ouch!

But then, as he passes Logan's car, his phone makes a sound, alerting him to a message. He pulls his phone out, and on the lock screen a notification tells him he's got a text from Logan. He swallows nervously, a lump about to take form in his throat. Is this how Logan will be telling him he doesn't want to see him again? To tell Wade to forget him? He opens the message and shuts his eyes quickly, then takes a deep breath before peeking at the message.

"00:47 AM, from Logan:

Thanks again for the help, bub. Going back to the city tomorrow afternoon to get some stuff for the cabin, mind if I come by the apartment while I'm there?"

Relief washes over Wade like a soft, warm wave that the sun shines through and makes a rainbow, dolphins jumping into the air and glitter glowing everywhere.

Wade has to stop walking and punches the air repeatedly in victory like he's a high schooler who just lost his virginity to the head cheerleader, and he does a little twirl as he continues down the dirt road.

The Best Wolverine doesn't hate him! Wade thinks he's never been happier in his life. Maybe he'll even be able to sleep tonight.

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It's the afternoon of the day after Logan moved into the cabin when there's a knock on the door of Wade and Al's apartment, and Al goes to open it. "Hello?" she says.

"Hey Althea," Logan responds.

"Oh, hello Logan. It's nice to hear your voice again," Al greets him back with a genuine smile on her face, "Come on in, handsome."

"Thank you, Althea," Logan says as he steps inside and closes the door behind him before hanging his jacket up on one of the hooks near it. Then he kicks his boots off before he follows Al into the kitchen.

"Coffee?" Al asks, and as Logan gives a confirming grunt, Al prepares the coffee machine without any issue. When you're not blind yourself it can be fascinating to watch blind people do things you're not sure you'd be able to do if you were suddenly blind. Logan thinks he'd do better than most, since he has such a great sense of smell and hearing though.

"Where's Wade?" Logan asks when Al hands him the coffee.

"Out with Mary, they'll be back soon I'm sure," Al says and joins Logan at the kitchen table. "So, you moved out," she says.

"Yeah, it's safer this way," Logan answers before taking a sip of the coffee. It's black and bitter, just the way he likes it.

"I understand," Al says with a small smile, it comes off as sympathetic. "Do you like your new place?"

"It's fine," Logan tells her, turning the warm cup gently in his hands on the table, "Good enough for me."

Al scoffs, "You're not picky, I take it?"

"Not really," Logan confirms, then takes another sip.

Before either of them can even think of something else to say, they hear the apartment door opening, quickly followed by the sound of Puppins rapid feet.

"Baby, let me take your shoes off before you run inside," Wade's voice follows her as she runs up to Logan and jumps on his leg.

"Hey, sweetie," Logan says, voice gruff despite his words, and he scratches Puppins' head while she wags her tail at the speed of a hummingbird's wings.

"Oh, so that's why she was so eager to get inside," Wade says with a smile. "Hey, peanut," he then says as he walks over and crouches down to Puppins' level to take her winter clothes off.

"Hey, bub," Logan says, watching Wade struggling to undress Puppins as all she wants to do is greet Logan.

"You're here," Wade says with a big smile that makes Logan's cheeks warm.

"Told you I was coming by," Logan says and finishes his coffee to avoid looking at Wade.

"I know," Wade says and gets up from the floor as he's finally managed to wrestle the clothes off of Puppins, then he carries the clothes to the space next to the door where their coats and shoes are before he returns to the kitchen. He gets some coffee for himself, then joins Al and Logan at the kitchen table.

"So, did you have a peaceful night?" Wade asks, looking curiously at Logan over the rim of his cup.

"Yeah. I mean, I woke up in the same place I went to sleep in, so, don't think I caused any trouble," Logan says with a shrug and a sheepish smile.

Wade laughs, "That's a good sign."

"Maybe you just needed to get out of here, where this guy drives you crazy," Al suggests and gestures in Wade's direction.

"You really think my mere existence had Logie-bear here go all kitty cat berserk?" Wade asks with an exaggerated gasp and a hand to his heart, "Could be the old lady perfume instead, Mary gags whenever you use too much."

Al snorts, "She'll gobble vomit given the chance, I'm not gonna let her opinion affect my choices."

Logan laughs, a little overwhelmed by Al and Wade's argument. "You're both wrong. Neither of you are at fault, don't worry."

"So you know what triggers it?" Wade asks as he cups his own cheeks in his hands, resting his head like that as he quirks a bald eyebrow at Logan.

"Not exactly," Logan admits with another sheepish smile, then says, "But I'm pretty sure of what doesn't."

Wade squints at him. "Alright, wise wizard of the west, if you're so sure," he says, and as Logan just smiles at him he smiles back.

After that they all chat about what Logan have bought for the cabin, the most important thing being a small generator with a solar panel.

"Those things work in the winter?" Al asks, a skeptical furrow on the bridge of her nose.

"Yeah, it's a bit of a misconception that they only work in the summer," Wade informs her, "Just make sure the solar panel is snow free."

"I don't need much electricity anyways, it's mostly just to charge my phone, get a few lights, and a radio," Logan elaborates on the situation.

"No TV?" Wade asks, his tone and expression ones of utter disbelief.

"TV is mostly just commercials these days," Logan argues.

"You can stream, these days," Wade replies with a bit of a mocking tone but a friendly smile, and Logan just shrugs.

"God, you're so old," Wade remarks, and Logan scoffs.

About an hour later Logan leaves to go back to the cabin, and Wade fights the urge to beg him to bring him along, but boy was it tempting.

Still, Wade sleeps decently that night, cuddling Puppins on the pullout couch, and totally not dreaming about Logan.

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The next day Wade is eating breakfast on the couch while Al eats hers in the recliner next to it while they watch - or listen - to the news, and Wade almost drops his cereal bowl when the lady on the TV tells about how last night, in the woods where Logan lives, a guy who had been out on an unpermitted night hunt, had been attacked by a 'man beast' and barely got out of there alive.

"Oh shit," Wade says and puts his half eaten cereal on the coffee table.

"You think that was our 'man beast'?" Al asks between sandwich bites.

"Definitely," Wade says as he gets up from the couch, then grabs his phone. "I have to go check on him," he says, and finds Dopinder's number on his recent calls list.

. . . . .

Wade encourages Dopinder to drive as fast as he can when Logan isn't picking up his phone, and they reach the end of the dirt road up to the cabin faster than he and Logan had the other day. Logan's truck is in the parking spot before the path to the cabin, only now it's covered in snow. They hurry up the rest of the way to the cabin on foot, and Wade barges in through the door to find it empty, but Logan's stuff is still there.

"Fuck," Wade breathes, panic starting to brew in the back of his head. Where is he?

"DP, over here!" Dopinder shouts in the distance, and Wade rushes out onto the porch. A few feet away Dopinder stands by a snow covered lump on the ground, and as Wade runs over he can see Logan's cat ear like cowlicks peek up from under the snow, and he brushes the snow off of Logan.

"By Shiva's left nutsack, that looks cold," Dopinder remarks in horror at the sight, and helps Wade lift Logan up by his arms. Logan is in nothing but his pyjama pants, his skin cold and his hair just about frozen. "Damn, DP, this guy is heavy."

"Yeah, just let me take him," Wade says, and then carries Logan on his back over to the cabin.

"Can you get a fire started in the stove over there?" Wade asks Dopinder as he gestures at the cast iron stove and the firewood next to it.

"Of course," Dopinder says and gets to work as Wade puts Logan's unconcious ass on the couch, then gets the comforter and all the blankets from the bed, and wraps them around Logan. Then he pats Logan gently on the cheek.

"Hey, big boy, I know you're probably in like hibernation mode or something, but I need you to wake up," Wade says, his voice soft and gentle as he gives Logan's knee a shake.

And Logan does make a noise like a hibernating bear, but he doesn't wake up. Wade figures his brain is cooled down too much or something.

"Ok, let's get you warm and dry, buddy," Wade says and reaches under the blankets and comforter to take Logan's cold and wet pyjama pants off. And it all feels so wrong, like he's about to molest the guy, "Please forgive me for this."

Oh boy, Logan apparently sleeps commando in his PJ pants, which makes Wade's job a little easier, but also adds a layer to how awkward - yet exciting - this is. Then when he's gotten Logan's pants off he tucks him even tighter into the blankets, and Logan looks cozy as hell, sleeping like a puppy that just got done having the zoomies.

"It should be warm in here soon," Dopinder says as he steps over to the lounge area, "Is Mr. Wolverine okay?"

"I think so, he just seems to be asleep," Wade says as he sits on the edge of the couch, "You can go home if you want. I can take things from here."

Dopinder nods. "Call me if you need anything," he says with a salute before he leaves.

Wade then scoots up close to Logan, puts an arm around him and rests his head on his shoulder. "What were you up to last night, peanut? I think you're in a bit of trouble, buddy," Wade whispers as he rubs at Logan's arm through the blankets, and closes his eyes, "But don't worry, I'll protect you."

. . . . .

Logan wakes up feeling warm and comfortable despite cold being the only thing he remembers from the night before. And as he opens his eyes he notices a weight against his side, on his shoulder, and he smells something familiar. Someone familiar.

Wade, of course it's Wade. But why is he here? When did he get there? And why is he sleeping with his head against Logan's shoulder.

He looks peaceful, not a furrow on his bald, disfigured face, and it makes Logan's heart flutter. There it is again, that familiar yet forgotten feeling. Logan fights it, and he looks around. He hadn't noticed until now that they're in the cabin, fire burning in the stove.

Wade moves in his sleep, his cheek pressing into Logan's upper arm as he drools on the blankets covering it. Someone else might find it gross, but Logan catches himself thinking Wade looks rather cute.

Logan has no idea what time it is, but light peeking in through the curtains tells him it's daytime at least. He looks at Wade again and carefully moves his shoulder. "Hey, bub. Wake up," he says gently, and as Wade's mouth closes and his eyes slowly open, Logan asks, "What are you doin' here?"

"What?" Wade mumbles as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes, then yawns and stretches.

"I asked what you're doin' here?" Logan repeats himself.

"Oh," Wade says and suddenly seems very awake, a sober look on his face that makes Logan's stomach drop, "I have concerning news, and I'm not sure how to deliver them."

"Is it about the fact that I'm naked under all these blankets?" Logan deadpans at him.

"No. I mean, that kind of ties into it, but I wish it was just that," Wade says as he rests an arm on the back of the couch, turning properly towards Logan.

"Logan, I think you attacked someone last night," Wade says as he picks at the edge of one of the blankets hanging over Logan, staring at it as he does.

Logan swears all the blood in his body runs cold. "What?"

Wade looks at him, the expression on his face makes Logan feel like his gut is filled with rocks. "The news this morning. They said some guy got attacked, in this area, by a 'man beast'," Wade elaborates, looking at Logan like he's guilty and about to apologize to Logan for something.

Logan opens his mouth to speak, but he suddenly feels like he's lost the ability to, and closes his mouth again. He purses his lips, looks away from Wade and closes his eyes. Not this shit again.

"We have to assume it was you, and act accordingly," Wade says and puts a hand on Logan's shoulder, "Which I'm not sure how that looks like, so if you have any suggestions-"

"Stay here tonight," Logan says, and doesn't miss the surprised, but clearly intrigued look on Wade's face. Then he looks at his own hands, flexing his fingers, watching the muscles move, knowing too damn well the damage they can do, claws or no claws, "Then do whatever you need to do to stop me from leavin' this cabin in that state."

Wade nods. Then he gets up from the couch, "I'm gonna go home and pick up some stuff, then I'll come back around 7PM, alright?"

"Yeah, okay," Logan nods back at him, "I'll have dinner ready."

"Aww," Wade coos at him, and when Logan gives him the middle finger, Wade makes a heart with his hands and says, "You're so sweet, peanut," before he heads for the door, not noticing the flustered look on Logan's face as he buries it in the blankets.

. . . . .

Wade is back at around 7PM like he said he would be, with two full duffle bags and his trusty Hello Kitty backpack too, and Logan quirks a brow at him.

Wade loves that brow, he wants to smooch it.

"Did you bring the whole apartment with you or somethin'?" Logan asks with a laugh as he's cooking something on the stove.

Wade laughs back at him. "Oh no, you know damn well I have more stuff than this," he says as he puts the bags and the backpack on the floor next to the coffee table that's in front of the couch, "I brought some of my weapons, change of clothes, my own pillow and blankets, cards and board games so we won't be bored, some snacks, and some other stuff."

"It's like you're movin' in," Logan laughs, then suddenly turns away to focus on the cooking. Wade wonders if he realized what he said and got embarrassed or something. Incredible how cute an over 200 years old man can be.

Wade beats the urge to tease him, and instead asks, "Whatcha cooking then? It smells good."

"Vegetable stew, actually," Logan says when he finally looks at Wade again.

"Oh yeah, just vegetables? Did the Wolverine suddenly become a vegetarian while I wasn't looking?" Wade asks with a soft chuckle as he takes a seat by the kitchen table.

"Maybe," Logan replies with a chuckle of his own, then shrugs, "When I was shopping for this place the other day they had a sale on what they called ugly vegetables, so I thought 'what the hell, I need to save money', so, here we are."

"Very wise, honey badger," Wade says with an understanding smile, "Well, like I said, it smells good - amazing really."

"I added lots of herbs and spices too, I know you like your food that way," Logan says with a smile and gives the stew a taste, not caring how it burns his tongue as it'll heal just as quickly as it burned.

"You've made note of how I like my food?" Wade asks excitedly, almost jumping in his seat. "That's so sweet, peanut," he says with a sigh and rests his chin in one hand, watching Logan work the stove.

"Hard not to when you've lived together for a while," Logan says, and Wade can see a little smile on that delicious mouth of his.

"Well, I hope the food is ready soon, because I can't wait to try it," Wade tells him with a grin, restless in his chair.

"It's done now actually," Logan says as a kitchen timer starts beeping on the small kitchen counter then. He grabs a wooden trivet from the same counter, puts it on the kitchen table and then the pot on top of that, then grabs two bowls and spoons from a bag that's also on the counter.

"Damn, you really put thought into what to get for this place," Wade says and watches eagerly as Logan pours the stew into the bowls.

"I've spent enough of my life livin' on scraps. I might be fine with a slightly flimsy cabin, but that doesn't mean I can't fill it with things that makes life more comfortable, right?" Logan explains to him, and Wade nods.

"Damn right," Wade says, he thinks Logan deserves all the comforts. Then he tastes the soup. He leans his head back and exhales, then sits properly again, "This is delicious, peanut. I should pay you to cook for me every day."

Logan scoffs at that. "It's nothing, bub, just something to get by with."

"Well, I'm giving it five out of five stars, so there's that," Wade says with a satisfied grin, "If you have a problem with that you'll have to fight me."

Logan smiles back at him, and Wade grins even harder. Logan's smile is like warm sunlight on a cold winter day, and Wade is doing his best trying to make it so he sees it every day.

"Thanks, bub. I'm glad it's not bad," Logan says, a smile still aiming at Wade on his face. Then he starts rummaging through another bag as he says, "That reminds me," then pulls out a packet of ready to eat garlic bread, and Wade just about moans at the sight.

"Fuck yeah, peanut," he says and tears into the pack, grabbing a garlic bread, tearing a piece of it before dipping it in the stew and then taking a bite of it. He moans again, "God, I love garlic bread."

Logan just shakes his head and smiles at him as he continues to eat like a starved child.

When they're done eating, Wade pats his belly and sighs in satisfaction. "I think you successfully knocked me up, honey badger," Wade says with a laugh, and smiles at Logan's disgruntled expression, "I'm naming the baby Garly, which is a play on the word garlic."

Logan scoffs and shakes his head in disbelief. "That kid is gonna need so much therapy, bub," he says.

"How dare you?" Wade asks after an exaggerated gasp, "Our child is going to be safe and happy, and most importantly sane."

Logan leans back in his chair, crosses his arms over his chest and gives Wade that disgustingly sexy, sly smirk of his that makes Wade want to jump on his dick immediately. "Ok, I'll play along," Logan says, and Wade quirks a brow, "How are we going to raise this kid?"

Wade grins and silently claps his hands, this is a fun game. "Well, first of all no gender roles - and by that I mean not ignoring the reproductive class they're born into, but if they feel it's wrong we'll support them, and they can wear what they want and play with what they want. And I'm teaching them to shoot as soon as they can hold a gun in their hands without dropping it immediately."

Logan scoffs. "A toddler with a gun? Sounds fun, and safe," he remarks sarcastically.

"You're such a killjoy, a toddler with a gun is fun," Wade argues with a grin, "And also cute."

Logan shakes his head and smiles, "This is why you should never parent a child on your own, bub."

"Oh yeah, so you would help me, wouldn't you?" Wade asks with a shit-eating grin.

"For the kid's sake, sure," Logan says after rolling his eyes at Wade, but Wade just continues to smile at him.

"That's so sweet of you, peanut," Wade says as he stares wide-eyed at Logan, blinking rapidly, "I'm sure everything would turn out fine with your help."

Logan snorts at that, "Don't be so sure about that, bub."

"Why not? You've done good so far taking on responsibility for your not-quite daughter, AKA Laura."

"That's different," Logan argues with a sigh, "She's almost 20, if she was a toddler or a baby I'd be worried about breakin' her just from holdin' her in my hands..."

"Oof," Wade says comically, but there'sa sympathetic expression on his face. "Honestly, I get that. I feel the same way. Ness and I wanted to have a baby, and I was excited at the thought, but also terrified. Thinking about my own childhood is a stark reminder of how easy it is to fuck up a kid," Wade says as he swirls his spoon around in what's left of his stew.

"Well," Logan starts as he scratches at his beard, and Wade looks up at him, "If nothin' else I know you'd at least make the kid know they're loved."

Wade is speechless for a second at the compliment, tears starting to well up in his eyes. He sniffles, sucking up the tears so to say, "Thanks, peanut, that's nice of you. I hope you're right."

"I know I am," Logan says with a cocky smile, "I see how you are with Yukio, and Al, and Puppins, and all the others. If nothin' else you're at least good at showin' affection, Wade. I doubt any of them questions if you care about them or not."

Wade can't help but shed a tear. "Fuck it, Wolvie, is it 'torture Wade with compliments' day today?" Wade asks, a little flustered, "You're awfully nice to me today." His head is spinning a bit, his heart fluttering, his face feels hot. He can hardly believe that Logan thinks such nice things about him.

"I'm just tellin' you what I think," Logan says with a shrug, then he nudges Wade's shin with his foot, "Are you cryin', bub?"

"No, the ghost of Wolverine's compliments just jizzed in my eyes," Wade says a little grumpily, but smiles when Logan laughs.

"Yeah, that bastard's got great aim," Logan jokes, and then it's Wade's turn to laugh. He loves when Logan engages with his jokes like that, it makes him feel... accepted?

Then Logan gets up from his seat and starts cleaning up after dinner, and Wade gives him a hand. Cleaning the dishes is a bit of a hassle when you don't have a sink, but with some melted and boiled snow, they manage.

. . . . .

When they're done with the dishes, Wade takes some stuff out of his bags, including cards, and the grin on his face tells Logan he's about to suggest something less wholesome.

"Let's play strip poker," he suggests with a cheeky grin, and Logan scoffs. Of course he'd suggest something like that. But alright. "Careful what you suggest, bub," he says, "But I accept the challenge."

Half an hour later, Logan is still in his jeans and undershirt, while Wade only has his socks and boxers on, hugging his knees to his chest and pouting. It gives Logan that warm, fuzzy feeling that scares the shit out of him.

"I hate this game," Wade says as he stares out the window next to the kitchen table, then looks at Logan, "Can I yield?"

"I did warn you," Logan chuckles, "And of course you can, I am not gonna force you to keep playin', bub."

"You that scared you'll see my dick and ass?" Wade says with a teasing smile, and Logan laughs.

"Nah, but I think you might be scared. You seem uncomfortable enough already," Logan says and notices the little twitch in Wade's eyebrows, "Didn't take you for a shy one."

"I used to not be," Wade says as he rubs at his knees. "Before my mutation I was very confident. I'm better now, but right after this," he gestures at himself, "I even hid from Vanessa for a long time. Didn't want to give her nightmares."

"You're more than your looks, Wade," Logan says, hoping he can give his friend some comfort, "And I think you look fine. Your friends clearly love you regardless, so don't be so hard on yourself."

Logan can see how Wade swallows nervously, avoiding his gaze, tears starting to come.

"Fuck," Wade exhales sharply and hides his face in his knees, shaking lightly. Logan finds it hurts to watch. He gets up from his seat, grabs a blanket from the couch, then wraps it around Wade before he pats him on the head and then goes back to his seat.

He watches as Wade clutches the blanket with his hands, pulling it tighter around himself as he looks at Logan, tears in his eyes, and says, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Logan quirks a brow, then frowns. "For gettin' emotional? For cryin'?" Logan asks, and Wade nods lightly, making Logan sigh. "You don't ever have to apologize for that, bub. Not to me, anyways," Logan tells him as he gathers up the cards and shuffles them idly, "You've been through a lot, and some of it you're still goin' through. If someone tells you to apologize for feeling shitty about it, let me know and I'll make three to six new holes in them."

Wade laughs with a hint of sadness to it, and then smiles. "Thank you, Logan," he says, "You're the best."

"Tell me somethin' I don't know already," Logan smirks back at him, and Wade rolls his eyes.

"Look at Narcissus over here," Wade laughs, then says, "Can't blame you though, if I looked like you I'd stare at myself in the mirror all the time."

Logan laughs at that. He's never really felt bad about his looks, but he's not one to ogle himself all the time either. "Nah, you wouldn't, you'd be used to seein' your reflection and would eventually not care much."

"Ok, if you say so," Wade squints at him, "I still think I'd stare at myself if I was you."

Logan just smiles at him and gives up arguing, Wade has clearly made up his mind.

They eventually find another game to play, and then in the middle of it, Logan hears something outside, then sees a light in the distance.

"Someone's here."

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"Who is it?" Wade asks as he jumps to his feet, the blanket hanging from his shoulders like a cape.

"Doesn't smell familiar," Logan says, his nose twitching.

"Stay here," Wade says and grabs one of his katanas from the chair by the couch, then heads for the door, "They could be looking for you."

"What are you plannin', bub?" Logan says as he leans against the wall next to the door, quirking his brow as usual.

"I'm just gonna talk to them, peanut."

"In just your socks and boxers?"

"Yeah," Wade deadpans at him, then opens the door and steps outside.

"Who's in my swamp?" Wade says as he steps out onto the porch, katana in hand. Then as five hunting rifles are suddenly aimed at him he puts his other hand on his hip and rests the katana against his shoulder with the other. "This better be worth my time because I just put Horny Milfs On A Plane on and got my special sock ready. You rugged gentlemen are welcome to join me, but y'all look like you got the circlejerk thing going on already," Wade says and grins at them, and they all look at each other.

"Is this the guy that attacked Joe?" one of the hunters, a guy in full camo gear with a big belly and a red beard asks one of the others - in what's clearly utter disbelief.

"No, that guy was bigger, and hairier as far as I could see. This guy is balder than a baby," the other guy responds. He's tall and thin, with a trimmed black beard and wearing an orange cap, jeans and a fleece lined denim jacket. The three other guys look like red-beard's lackeys.

"Broader and hairier you say?" Wade says as he rests an elbow on the poch railing and his chin in his hand, sighing dreamily, "Sounds hot! Why are you guys looking for him?"

Denim-man scowls at Wade. "He tried to hunt down my friend last night, I'm gonna make him pay," he says angrily, gritting his teeth.

"Oh, big boy hunter can't handle when the forest creatures does a better job than him?" Wade teases, and denim-man gets increasingly annoyed by the looks of it, but his big, redheaded friend stops him with a hand on the shoulder.

"He ain't worth it, Darren," red-beard says, giving Wade a glance, "And look at him, he's probably got something contagious."

"Damn right I do, it's called swagger," Wade says as he stands up properly again, then moves his hips from side to side, "And a shitload of cancer, but that one isn't contagious."

Darren and Beardo looks at him with a mix of annoyance and suspicion, then Darren asks, "Did you or did you not see a guy that matches his description? My friend only got away unscatched because he shot the thing. It only grazed the creature's shoulder, but it distracted it enough for Joe to get away."

"So your friend didn't even get hurt?" Wade asks with a raised brow, a judging look on his face as he ignores the way Darren is talking about Logan, "Then maybe Joe should grow a pair and don't go into the kitchen if he can't stand the heat, yeah?"

Darren lets out his own animal then, growling angrily as he aims his gun at Wade again, and before Beardo can stop him, he shoots Wade, who takes the bullet right in the chest, stumbles backwards and falls halfway in through the door to the cabin with a thud and a pained groan.

Logan freezes at the sight, and he doesn't even have time to think about how Wade is probably fine given his powers, how it's just a scratch for someone like him, before he feels his mind go blank and empty and then hot red and orange. He tastes iron in his mouth as his claws come out, and he barges out of the cabin, startling the men outside who shouts and shoots at him as he jumps over the railing.

The bullets just graze him or go straight through him, and he slices Beardo's face on the way down before rolling on the ground and then gets up on one knee.

Back in the cabin entrance, Wade sits up, grabs at his chest and groans. "Bitch, that hurt," he says, then sees Logan is gone before he hears all the noise outside. He gets up and hurries out onto the porch and sees Beardo on the ground, his face barely recognizable, and the four other men aiming their guns at Logan, who's crouching in the snow, bloody claws touching the ground.

"You fucking shot me, you bitch!" Wade shouts at Darren, who startles and turns to aim his rifle at Wade again, earning him a growl from Logan.

"Seems like these woods are full of monsters!" Darren shouts and shoots at Wade again, but this time Wade is prepared, dodging the bullet as he jumps off of the porch.

"Fuuuck, it's cold!" he exclaims with a shudder as he lands in the snow, his pink socks soaked wet.

"Kill these bastards!" Darren shouts, and both he and the three other men start shooting at Wade and Logan.

Wade throws himself at Darren, who drops his rifle as they both go down, and Wade aims a fist at his face, but Darren blocks it with his arm. They arm wrestle as Logan jumps at the other guys, who screams as he stabs and slices at them.

"Fucking freaks!" Darren yells and pulls a handgun from a holster on his hip and hits Wade in the head with it at the same time as he shoves his knee in his stomach and shoves him off of him to the side, then as Wade tumbles onto his back, Darren gets a knee on his stomach again to hold him down, hits him in the face with the gun before aiming it at Wade's head, but Wade grabs his wrists and as Darren pulls the trigger, the bullet only grazes Wade's ear and hits the ground.

Wade's ear is ringing, but he knows it'll heal soon, and tries to wrestle the gun out of Darren's hands when Logan jumps at Darren and throws him off of Wade.

They roll for a while before Logan is on top of Darren, stabbing and slicing as Darren screams and tries to fight back.

"Hey, I had that covered!" Wade shouts as he watches Logan make mince out of Darren, then turns towards Wade with a sharp turn, and Wade recognizes the look on Logan's face.

"Oh bother," Wade just about deflates with a sigh, then scrambles quickly to his feet. "Logan," he says, taking a non-offensive stand and preparing for fight or flight. He dropped his katana earlier, so now he only have his flesh and bones to fight Logan with.

Logan snarls at him, and Wade can tell he's about to run at him, so Wade runs first, into the woods. It's so cold, and the ground is hard and unpleasant. He can hear Logan behind him, so close his breath is almost touching Wade's neck. He doesn't see the cliff edge he's reached in the dark before Logan crashes into him and they both fall off the edge, colliding with rocks and branches on their way down, breaking every bone in Wade's body and bruising everything.

"Fucking hell-" Wade wheezes in pain as his body repairs itself and he watches Logan getting up on his hands and knees, and he begs his body to heal quicker.

Logan is of course better off than Wade, thanks to his adamantium coated bones, and pounces on Wade while he's still healing.

Wade shouts in pain as Logan pierces his guts with all six claws, growling into his face.

"Hi to you too, peanut," Wade says with strained breath, it all hurts so much. Blood pools in his mouth as Logan continues to stab him. He wonders if Logan might stop if he stops reacting.

He closes his eyes then, and holds his breath, and as he can hear his own heart beating, Logan stops, and Wade can feel him inches away from his face as he sniffs at him. Then he can't help but giggle as Logan licks his mouth, but his laughter dies as Logan growls and stabs him again, then he bites Wade's neck, and Wade shouts.

As his arms and legs finally feel normal, Wade uses them to push Logan off of him, and sends him crashing into a tree. But Logan is back on his feet just as soon as Wade is, and Wade starts running again.

He manages to keep a decent distance from Logan as he reaches the cabin, and hopes Logan will be distracted by all the bodies in front of it.

He barges into the cabin, slamming the door shut behind him and hurries over to his bags by the coffee table. He pulls out the worst thing he can think of using on his friend right now, but he needs to get him under control.

Logan then enters the cabin by throwing his whole body at the door, tearing it from its hinges before it falls to the floor.

"You're the one that's gonna have to fix that later, you know," Wade says and raises his hands above his head, holding the mutant inhibition collar he pulled from his bag up above his head, "Now come give me a hug, baby boy, daddy's got a gift for you."

Logan snarls and charges at Wade, who prepares himself for another round of pain and agony, then as Logan stabs him in the gut with one hand and the side with the other, he uses the opportunity to snap the collar around Logan's neck.

A strained exhale escapes through Logan's teeth, and he pulls his claws from Wade as he steps back, grabs his head as he groans in agony, then he seems to lose his balance and Wade reaches out and grabs him before he collapses in his arms.

Wade sighs in relief as he checks Logan's pulse, relieved that taking his powers away under these circumstances didn't kill Logan. That would have been... awkward.

Wade lowers them both onto the floor and continues to hold Logan in his arms, then moves a hand up to Logan's hair and run his fingers through it, gently stroking his head.

. . . . .

Logan feels heavy as he starts to regain consciousness, but he also feels like he's enveloped by softness and warmth. He leans into it with a satisfied hum. He doesn't want to wake up, he hasn't felt this good in years, maybe ten. He feels something gently brush through his hair, grazing his scalp. It feels nice.

He hears a soft laugh, more like a scoff, and it's followed by a gentle whisper of, "You're really cute like this."

Cute, huh? Not something he hears often, but it's fine. He can be cute if this is how he gets to feel for being so. He nuzzles into the warm softness, sighing in satisfaction, which seems to earn him something like a shudder from whatever is enveloping him.

"You're gonna make my heart explode, peanut," the voice whispers again. It's so familiar, friendly, affectionate. It makes Logan's heart flutter.

"Shouldn't we move?" the voice asks, and Logan frowns, but he doesn't open his eyes.

"I don't want to," Logan whispers back, adjusting himself against the warm and soft that's embracing him.

"Ok, if that's what you want," the friendly voice answers, and Logan smiles, then drifts off to sleep.

It's who knows how much later when the sun hits Logan's face, and he finally opens his eyes. He can see the sun and the skies and the snow through the doorway, and the broken door on the floor just about a foot in front of him. Luckily not a lot of snow have made its way into the cabin, but the place is quite cold except for the warmth against his back and side.

Wait... Logan turns his head to see Wade right behind him, head hanging to the side as drool runs down his chin. Wade's sleeping, and his arms are around Logan's waist, his legs on each side of Logan's body, and Logan feels warm inside, but also sort of sick. Did he lean into Wade earlier when he was feeling so good? Was Wade the soft, warm comfort he felt? Fuck, that's awkward.

That's when he notices something heavy around his neck. He touches it. A cold shiver trickles up his spine.

"What the fuck," Logan just about wheezes and gets up on his feet. He grabs at the collar, but it won't budge, of course it won't. His head feel like it's beginning to spin, he feels sick, his breathing is getting faster and so is his heartbeat. Then he feels warm, textured skin against his own, and he looks down to see Wade grabbing his hand and giving him a concerned look.

"Let me help you," Wade says and gently tugs at Logan's hand, then Logan gets down on his knees in front of him, and Wade reaches behind Logan's neck and pushes his index and middle finger into a slot on the back of the collar. "I had it changed to where I can unlock it with my fingerprints."

Logan just looks at the collar as Wade removes it and holds it in his lap. "I'm sorry, it was the easiest option, you were about to gut me again," Wade says unusually matter-of-factly, soft gaze resting on Logan's face.

"I understand," Logan says, still looking at the collar, "I'm sorry too."

"Don't be, it was quite nice having you sleep in my arms like a tired little kitty cat," Wade says, and Logan sighs. Wade's comments aren't really annoying anymore, and Logan knows they're not meant to be insulting or emasculating or whatever, they're just silly and weird, and sometimes they make Logan a little embarrassed. And sometimes they make him feel all warm inside, and like someone's grabbing his heart and squeezing it like an overly ripe pear. But he tries to not think about that.

"Yeah, well, it ain't happening again," Logan says as he gets back up on his feet.

"Sure. Sure," Wade says as he follows suit.

"Gonna have to buy new hinges for the door. And fix the frame," Logan says as he lifts the broken door up from the floor and leans it against the wall next to the door, then as he's about to step outside, Wade stops him.

"Wait!" Wade shouts, and Logan turns to him. Wade is getting dressed as he speaks, "Uh, before you go out there, I just need you to know that I'm just as responsible for what's there as you are, so if you start thinking shit like 'Ugh, I'm such a monster, all I do is hurt people', or whatever, then I want you to cut that feeling in two and shove it into my arms. Ok?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Logan shrugs and walks outside onto the porch, his eyes widening and his brows raising at the blood bath down below.

"Just another day in our lives, am I right?" Wade laughs a bit awkwardly as he steps outside next to Logan.

"Yeah," Logan sighs, "We're gonna have to clean this shit up, aren't we?"

"Guess so," Wade says with a nod, "I usually just leave bodies lying, but I think this will draw too much attention, so..."

When they're halfway through burying the bodies in the woods, Logan stops digging and sighs as he runs a hand through his hair.

"What's plaguing your mind, honey badger?" Wade asks as he leans on his own shovel, eyeing Logan curiously.

"Am I gonna have to wear that damn collar from now on?" Logan asks.

"Not if you don't want to," Wade reassures.

"This isn't about what I want or not, bub. It's about the safety of the people around me," Logan says, almost growling in frustration.

"Listen," Wade says and steps closer to Logan, "We'll figure out a way to get this thing under control. And by we I mean us, I'm not going anywhere."

"Thanks, bub," Logan says and continues digging, "I appreciate it."

"No problemo, amigo," Wade says with a grin as he too continues to dig.

When they're done cleaning up after the fight it's already 10AM.

"We need new hinges and a new frame for the door," Logan says with a sigh as he runs a hand along the broken doorway, "I can't just not break things, huh?"

"Don't start," Wade sighs as he picks up broken pieces of wood and puts them on the kitchen table for the time being, then he steps over to Logan. He pokes his forehead, "Your beautiful, traumatized brain is probably just trying to protect you the way it knows best to do so. Don't be so hard on it, or yourself."

Logan grabs Wade's wrist, roughly at first, but then as he lowers it away from his face, his grip becomes gentle. "I'm just so tired, bub," he says as he averts his eyes from Wade's, and he doesn't let go of Wade's wrist either.

Wade looks at him with concern and sadness, then uses his free hand to grab Logan's shoulder and pulls him in for a hug.

Logan makes a small huff of surprise, but doesn't resist. Instead he burries his face in Wade's shoulder and drops his wrist. He shudders lightly as Wade strokes his back gently, then sighs and tries to relax his insanely tense shoulders. He really is tired. Maybe not his rapidly healing body, but his mind, his soul probably, if there really is such a thing. To think he'd find even a drop of peace and comfort in the arms of Wade Wilson though, that seems absurd, yet here he is.

Wade pulls back, hand resting on Logan's shoulder as he gives Logan a small, reassuring smile. "Anything I can do to ease your burden, anytime, please don't hesitate to let me know," he says, then tilts his head slightly sideways, "Okay, buddy?"

Logan simply nods, he feels like if he tries to say something right now he'll actually start crying, and that would be embarrassing as hell. Although at this point he doesn't think Wade would make fun of him or anything.

"Let's go get what we need to fix this damn door," Wade says and so they leave for the nearest hardware store.

. . . . .

Wade gets distracted at the hardware store, looking and touching all its tools and materials and thinking about what they could potentially be used for. Like a drill, you could make a glory hole. Or drill into a guy's knee to get information out of him. Tools are versatile like that.

As he continues to move he bumps into Logan, who's staring at some chains hanging on a wall. "If you're thinking about chaining yourself to something I have better options in my bags back at the cabin than this cold, hard stuff," Wade tells him, and Logan quirks a brow at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Logan asks.

"Well," Wade starts innocently, "I went through my closets at home and found some old friends from when Vanessa and I were still together."

Logan just stares at him, waiting for the big reveal.

Wade grins, sheepishly, "Like my good old red and black faux leather harness, collar, and cuffs with plush linings."

Logan deadpans at him. "I'm not wearing your fetish gear, Wade."

"Don't think of it as that, think of it as something you use to stop a big puppy from running into the road with," Wade says with an innocent smile.

"I hate you," Logan says and continues through the store.

"No, you don't," Wade says and skips after him, humming a tune as he does. He just wants to help Logan, if he can see him in cuffs and a collar too that's just a very sexy bonus.

Once they've found everything they need to fix the cabin door they get back in Logan's pickup and starts the drive back.

"What made me snap this time?" Logan suddenly asks, and Wade startles as he was distracted by staring out the window and imagining himself jumping from tree to tree like Tarzan.

"What?"

"I wasn't sleepin' before I attacked those hunters outside the cabin last night, so it wasn't a nightmare. And I remember bein' calm when they arrived," Logan elaborates and gives Wade a quick glance before putting his focus back on the road.

"Oh, I don't know," Wade shrugs, "Maybe because they were on your claimed territory?" He laughs, "That seems to trigger a lot of americans at least."

Logan snorts. "I remember you goin' out first though?"

"Oh yeah, I really got on their nerves," Wade laughs, "So, usual business I guess. Then they shot me."

"I remember that vaguely," Logan tells him, "You fell in through the door, I think you died for a second or somethin'."

"Shit, yeah, then when I got back up you were already going all angry werewolf at those fuckers," Wade says and makes slashing motions and sounds, immitating Logan.

"I see," Logan remarks, and Wade notices some tension in him.

"Sorry," Wade says and rests his hands in his lap.

"No, I just..." Logan hesitates, "I think that's what set me off."

"What? That you started stabbing and slashing?" Wade asks, giving Logan a curious look.

"No, dumbass," Logan says, and Wade pouts, then purses his lips. "I think seein' you get shot like that set me off. Like, I dunno, my animal brain just saw its friend die and lashed out."

"Then why attack me afterwards?" Wade asks in disbelief.

"I don't know, it's not rational!" Logan exclaims in response, "I don't know how this shit works."

Wade sighs. "Well, if your more animalistic brain parts or whatever feels any kind of sympathy towards me we may be able to use that to our advantage."

"Yeah, maybe," Logan agrees gruffly, wondering what Wade has in mind.

. . . . .

Logan swings the fixed door on its new hinges, smiling at his perfect handywork. It feels good to fix things when you otherwise seem to just destroy things.

Wade saunters over and leans sideways against the wall next to the doorway, grinning at Logan.

"What?"

"I have an idea, but you're not gonna like it," Wade says, his cheeky grin turning into a pout as he picks at the door frame.

"Stop that," Logan says and swats Wade's hand away, "Tell me about your idea."

Wade straightens up, like a soldier when his commanding officer enters the building. "I think we should train you," he says, "Like you train a dog. Conditioning, I think they call it? Maybe your wolverine brain will remember it and listen to me when we need it to most. You could get beer as a treat."

"Bub, you're not makin any sense," Logan says.

"Yes, I am. You're just stupid," Wade says with frustration, and Logan scowls. Wade sighs, "If I tell you to sit, and you sit, maybe your animal brain will remember it so when you have another feral episode I can control you, which means no more bloodshed."

Logan stares dumbfounded at him. Is Wade really suggesting he train him like a dog? Something stirs in Logan, something hot and dizzying.

"Damn, that bad huh?" Wade asks with a laugh.

"Let's give it a try," Logan says, surprising himself and stunning Wade.

"What?" Wade asks, and Logan doesn't miss the stupid grin on his face. Maybe this is just a game to Wade, but so be it. If it can stop him from hurting innocent people then he'll try.

"I said let's give it a try," Logan says, a sober look on his face that turns a bit tense, "It's insane, and you'll probably enjoy it like the fuckin' freak you are, but let's try it.

"Yes!" Wade says, clapping his hands together, then giving Logan an innocent look, "I promise I won't make it weird."

Logan doubts that, but something deep inside him doesn't mind.

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"This is stupid," Logan says. He's standing in the middle of the cabin, dressed in his jeans, tank top, and a pair of fluffy, red socks he borrowed from Wade. And Wade's hand cuffs and collar too, actually, connected to each other by two chains.

"No, it's just awkward," Wade argues as he tries to hide his excitement at seeing Logan in the cuffs and the collar. It looks so natural.

Logan sighs. "Fine," he says begrudingly, "What now?"

"Now we practice basic commandos," Wade grins, unable to hide his excitement anymore, visibly buzzing with it.

"You're fuckin' vibratin', bub," Logan remarks with a scowl, "You're makin' this weird already."

"I'm sorry!" Wade whines as he bends his knees a bit, then stands up straight, "You just look so..." he makes squeezing motions with his hands.

"So - what?" Logan quirks a brow at him.

"So... cute?" Wade says hesitantly. Sheepish grin that earns him a groan from Logan, who removes the collar from his neck, then the cuffs from his wrists.

"I can't do this," Logan drops the stuff on the coffee table, then slumps down onto the couch with a sigh and leans his head back to stare at the ceiling, "I wish that Thor guy you love so much would strike me with some lightnin' and fry my brain right."

"You think that would work?" Wade asks and sits down next to Logan.

"Nah, I doubt it," Logan says as he runs a hand through his hair while the other one digs into his thigh.

"You seem tense, peanut," Wade remarks, twidling his thumbs, "Maybe this feral stuff is a stress response?"

"To what? I ain't stressed, bub," Logan says as he sits up straight and looks at Wade with an unamused expression.

"You sure? Moving universes seems pretty stressful to me, and then you have all the people expecting you to be like the other Logan," Wade says, and Logan finds himself thinking Wade's actually making a lot of sense right now. "I wouldn't blame you if that's stressing you out."

Logan groans, leans forward with his elbows on his knees, and buries his face in the palms of his hands. "Maybe you're right," he sighs, "I gotta admit it hasn't been easy."

"I've probably not made it any easier either," Wade laughs mirthlessly, and Logan uncovers his face to look at him with a puzzled frown, and Wade purses his lips and smiles nervously at him.

"What?" Logan asks, his tone laced with frustration, "All you've done is try to help me, bub, even if you initially did drag me out of my original universe for selfish reasons. If it wasn't for you I'd be drunk on my ass in an alleyway havin' people throwin' stuff at me right now."

Wade smiles like he's trying to hide pain, and Logan can see tears starting to well up in his eyes. Logan's heart aches at the sight, but then before he can say or do anything, Wade clears his throat and wipes his face with the back of his hand.

"That's all I want, peanut. To help you," Wade says, his voice a little strained from almost crying, "So if I'm in the way or being too annoying, feel free to tell me to fuck off. Or you can just stab me, that's ok too."

"I don't wanna stab you or send you away, bub," Logan tells him, matter-of-factly, and he means it. Wade grounds him, somehow. His constant chatter and unignorable presence have been keeping Logan from disappearing into his own head and dwelling on his past too much ever since he moved in with him and Althea. The only reason he ever really wants to push Wade away these days is when he thinks he might hurt him unintentionally. "It would be boring here without you," he says with a small smile, then startles slightly as Wade throws an arm around him and hugs him.

"I knew you couldn't do without me, peanut," Wade says and ruffles Logan's hair, and Logan freezes as he catches himself purr. Wade clearly noticed too by the look on his face - eyes wide and jaw slightly dropped before he grins at Logan, and Logan wishes a black hole would appear out of nowhere and suck him into oblivion.

"Was that a purr?" Wade asks, and the pure joy on his face has Logan feeling all kinds of things. Then before Logan can say or do anything else, Wade rakes his fingers through his hair and down his neck, and Logan purrs and shudders pleasantly at the sensation. Fuck it feels good, and he just wants to lean into it, but he is frankly speaking a little scared. Scared of his own damn feelings, scared of the possibility of rejection, scared of ruining every good thing he has in this new universe.

He shoves Wade's hand away and scoots all the way over to the end of the couch closest to himself, averting his eyes from Wade.

"Oof, okay, sorry," Wade says, putting his hands up in front of him as if he's ready to get punched or stabbed, "Didn't mean to make things awkward or disgust you or whatever."

The last part of that sentence sends a cold shiver up Logan's spine. "What?" he asks as he finally looks at Wade again, a deep furrow between his brows, one of them raised.

"I can't really promise to not make things awkward again, but I can try not touching you as much if it grosses you out," Wade says with an awkward laugh, and the vulnerable look on his face tears at Logan's heart in a way that he swears hurts physically. Big, sad, brown eyes pierces his, and the sad, apologetic little smile on Wade's lips makes Logan want to kiss it away.

And he does. He grabs the front of Wade's shirt, pulls him in towards himself and kisses him hard on the mouth, then shoves him away, gets up from the couch and grabs his jacket. "You don't disgust me, bub," he says as he pushes his feet into his boots. "I'm just a fuckin' coward," he then adds and walks outside, slamming the door shut and leaving a stunned Wade behind.

. . . . .

Wade watches Logan leave with a look of utter disbelief on his face, and blinks rapidly like it was all just a figment of his imagination and blinking it away is a possibility.

Logan likes him? Him? Wade W. Deadpool Wilson? Wow. Fuck. Maybe miracles do happen.

'Maybe you got it after all, fuckface. Congratulations,' the voice in Wade's head chimes in, and Wade frowns at it, then shakes his head and gets up on his feet before putting on his boots and jacket and goes outside, intent on finding Logan.

It's quite cold outside, the sky is gray, and there are even grayer clouds in the distance heading their way, and Wade suspects a storm is coming.

Logan's shoe prints are clearly visible in the snow, and Wade follows them into the woods. Logan has gone pretty far already by the looks of it, and Wade worries he himself is gonna get lost out there. They learned navigation in the army, but Wade wasn't really paying much attention back then so it's not much to go on. Typical him, messing important shit up. Hell, if he'd taken better care of Logan after he had to settle in this universe maybe they wouldn't be dealing with this mess right now. You can't just bring a stray home and then leave it to itself, you have to slowly but surely show it what a safe, sheltered life has to offer, and Wade had done a terrible job at that.

Wade sighs, then calls out for Logan. "Logan! Peanut! Honey badger-oo! Come back to me!"

There's no answer and Wade keeps following Logan's prints in the snow. He keeps walking for a while until he reaches a clearing, and Logan's prints just continues into the vast, open and empty, snow covered space.

"For fuck's sake, Logan," Wade sighs in frustration, but keeps walking. Not a chance in hell he's leaving Logan to brood alone out there in the cold.

He pulls up the hood on his jacket as the wind gets stronger, and Logan's prints starts to fade as snow blows into and over them. The dark gray clouds Wade saw on the horizon has reached them now, and Wade looks up at them and curses. He wonders if he should turn back, Logan is more experienced with this kind of weather and environment than he is.

But then he sees a humanoid shape in the distance, through the snowy fog, and continues towards it. When he reaches it he realizes it's not Logan. It's taller than Logan. Taller than him even. It turns around and gives Wade a toothy smile, and Wade squints at it. It's big, with long hair and a beard, and it looks familiar, but it's hard to see through the snow hitting his face constantly.

"Bigfoot?" Wade says, and then a fist hits him in the face and he stumbles backwards, trips and falls, and barrels a few feet down the uneven terrain before 'Bigfoot' pounces on him and knees him right below the ribs, knocking the air out of his lungs.

"They call me Sabertooth, but you may already know that, Wadey boy," the beast of a man on top of Wade tells him, and Wade lifts his head.

"Victor Creed, you son of a bitch!" Wade says with a wheeze, the pressure on his torso making it uncomfortable to speak.

"What the fuck happened to you, Wade? You look like someone rubbed you against a cheese grater," Victor laughs darkly, and Wade grimaces at the description.

"I got like turbo cancer, very unpleasant," Wade informs him casually as he tries to wiggle his way from underneath him, but Victor grabs his arms, caging them in place with his freakisly long, clawed nails, and grins down at him.

"Tragic," he remarks, obviously being sarcastic, "The Wade I know is a pretty little thing with an ass to die for. What do you have to offer?"

"Charisma and blowjob skills that make Nancy Reagan's own pale in comparison?" Wade suggests with as good a shrug as he can give in his current position, "I'm proud of other me for having an ass the Sabertooth would die for though, go me! Or him! Or whatever."

Victor laughs out loud at that, and then grabs Wade's chin, his nails like tiny needles poking at his skin, "Where'd Jimmy go?"

Wade shakes his chin out of Victor's grip, "Who?" He knows damn well who, he just wants to make Victor work for it.

"James. Logan. Howlett," Victor says as he slams Wade's head into the ground with each name, "Where is he?"

Wade's head spins a little for a short while, then he answers, "Hell if I know, I was just looking for him when you got in the way."

"Guess we'll just have to look together then," Victor says and pulls Wade up from the ground by the collar of his jacket, then moves his hand to the back of his neck and looks around. "Where do we think Jimmy would go?" he asks, moving his free hand out in front of them as if presenting the options to Wade.

"First of all, my giant feline companion, I can't see shit due to the weather," Wade says and looks up at Victor's face with a squint, "And second, I'm not fucking helping you find Logan."

"Why not?" Victor says with a grimace, poking his needle like nails into Wade's neck and narrowing his eyes at him.

"Because Logan is my friend, obviously. And I know you're only interested in one thing when it comes to him, and that's tormenting him," Wade says and wiggles himself out of Victor's grip before taking a step away from him, scowling at him. "I wouldn't be a very good friend if I were to help you find him then, now would I?"

"Just friends, huh? Then what was all that cuffs and collars stuff and Logan kissing your ugly mug about then?" Victor asks and quirks a brow.

"You saw all that? You peeping Tom," Wade says with mock offence, then huffs, "There's a very non-sexual explanation for that, but I'm not sure I'm comfortable sharing the details of it with the likes of you."

Victor frowns, then grabs Wade's neck again, roughly, digging his claws in and dragging Wade along with him. Wade kicks and flails and tries to pry Victor's hand off of his neck. This Victor is the physically strongest opponent Wade has met since he had to deal with his own universe's Juggernaut all those years ago, and trying to free himself from his grip proves impossible, and Wade isn't about to cut his own head off to escape.

"Since you're neither willing nor capable of helping me find Jimmy right now, I'll just have to take you back to camp and wait out the storm," Victor tells Wade as he shoves him in front of him, "If we're lucky he'll come to us, at least if you mean anything to him."

Wade doesn't say anything, and he's stopped struggling and instead walks in the direction Victor is shoving him. He doesn't think he'll be able to beat Victor on his own, at least not without his weapons, so he'll have to wait and see, look for an opportunity to overpower or escape from him, or hope that Logan comes to save his sorry ass.

After walking for a while they reach a rocky cave with a burnt out campfire. Victor shoves Wade down onto his knees, then gets the fire burning again by quickly dragging one of his claws along one of the rocks around it, creating a spark.

"Cat got your tongue, Wilson?" he asks as he throws Wade a glance and sits down in front of him but faces the fire.

"Nope, still in my mouth," Wade says and smiles back at him with a self-satisfied grin as if to say 'you haven't rendered me speechless if that's what you think'.

"'Course, no one could ever shut you up unless they put their dick in your mouth," Victor says with a mocking laugh and stares at the fire.

"You'd know something about that, would you?" Wade asks, quirking a brow at Victor, who looks back at him from the corner of his eye and licks his lips, and that's all the answer Wade needs. "I see. That's... interesting," Wade says and stares at the fire too.

"Got to try that tight little ass of his too," Victor says then, but doesn't take his eyes off the fire, "Good little slut that one, I'm sure you'd be too if you looked like him."

"I did, probably," Wade says and clasps his hands together in his lap to hide his growing erection. The images Victor's words have conjured in his mind are to blame, and he bites his tongue. "I didn't always look like this, I used to be hot!" he says then with frustration in his voice, "The cancer and then the mutation took everything away from me. Sort of. Looks aren't everything though."

Victor scoffs, "Maybe not, but I can't imagine what Jimmy sees in you." His words are like a stab to Wade's guts, but he understands them.

"Yeah, me neither..." Wade admits with a sigh and stares sadly at the fire, then aims a puzzled look at Victor as Victor lies down on his side and leans on an elbow, resting his head in his hand while picking at his teeth with the claws on the other.

"You're awfully relaxed," Wade remarks, then averts his eyes from Victor again.

"Shouldn't I be?" Victor asks with a puzzled look of his own, and Wade shrugs.

"You don't know what I could do if you let your guard down, if you fell asleep," Wade says confidently, and Victor laughs out loud.

"I'll take my chances."

"Okay, but don't blame me if you wake up with a mullet, or with your pubes on fire," Wade says with all the seriousness in the world, and Victor actually laughs again.

"You're actually a funny guy, little rat," Victor says, "Maybe I'll keep you around for entertainment, like a king with his jester."

"You flatter me," Wade says with a somber expression, making it clear that he considers what Victor said an insult and not a compliment. "What perks comes with that job, if I may ask?"

Victor stares at him with fire in his eyes, literally as well as figuratively as the campfire is reflected in them, and he licks his teeth and says, "You get to sit on my lap, and share all my meals. Like a spoiled little mutt."

Wade smiles a pursed, sheepish smile at that. "Sounds better than an Amazon warehouse worker's job, at least," he suggests, then smirks a little, "I doubt any of them get to sit on Bezos's lap, he probably thinks he's too good for that."

Victor guffaws and slaps his thigh, "Now that's something I'd love to see. Doubt he'd be able to hide his disgust."

Wade nods at that, then clears his throat and asks, "So, how'd you end up here, anyways?"

Victor picks at a loose thread on his green cargo pants, frowning at it like it pissed on his father's grave or something, and answers Wade's question. "Found some kind of portal one day, came outta nowhere, and I got curious," he says and tears the loose thread off and throws it into the fire, "Figured I'd explore this new place, see if it had anything interesting going on in it. Then I heard rumors about the famous Wolverine and had to investigate. Didn't expect to find you two together though."

He looks at Wade with curiousity then, "What about you?"

"Oh, I'm from here originally," Wade clarifies immediately. "At least I think so? I did some time travel years ago and had a bit of a multiverse adventure so I'm honestly not sure anymore, but no one else have come around claiming to be the rightful owner of my place in this world, so-" he ends with a shrug.

"Interesting," Victor remarks with a click of his tongue. "So this Jimmy we're both looking for, he's from here too?"

"Nope," Wade answers with a pop of his lips, "I adopted him from another universe, his previous one wasn't treating him too well. You know how it is."

"Of course," Victor laughs, amused, "Jimmy is surprisingly good at getting taken in by people. Guess that's what happens when you're slightly domesticated."

"Am I sensing some jealousy here?" Wade dares to ask, an amused look on his face.

"Not at all," Victor scoffs in response, "I enjoy my freedom. No goodie two shoes are gonna take that shit away from me."

"Noted," Wade says clearly, and leaves the topic at that before he asks, "How long do you think this storm is gonna last?"

"Who knows? Could be hours though."

"You think Logan is okay?"

Victor snorts, "This weather is child's play to Jimmy, don't you worry about him, little rat."

Wade just hums at that and looks out at the storm, wishing he was out there with Logan instead, even if it meant freezing his balls off.

. . . . .

Somewhere in the woods Logan is braving the storm with very little problem, but he has no idea where he's going. He was just running from Wade and his feelings for Wade, no real destination in mind. Fucking idiot. Fucking coward. Fighting is easy. Healing is easy. Feelings, on the other hand? Terrifying and difficult. Which is embarrassing when you think about it.

He stops by a tree, punches the thick trunk with his fist. Once. Twice. Then with claws. Once. Twice. And a third time. He grabs the trunk with both hands, then bashes his head against it. Again, and again. That's when he smells the faint scent of blood. Not his own, but human, more human than him, not mutant.

The trees provide some cover against the worst of the storm, making scents easier to follow. There's remains of a bloody trail on the ground and on the trees, and then Logan finds a body leaning against a tree. A young man, a woodsman perhaps, doesn't seem like a hunter, but just as dead as the ones who came to the cabin the other day.

Logan crouches to take a closer look. The body is covered in cuts, but they are thinner and smaller than the cuts that his claws would leave. He notices blood on one of the body's hands, at the tip of the fingers. There's also some hair stuck to them, dried to the blood. He sniffs at them, feels like a weirdo, and the scent has something familiar to it. It's different than he remembers, but there's no mistaking it. Victor. Logan's stomach drops at the realization. Victor is here. Or at least a version of him.

Shit. Wade. He has to tell Wade. They have to find Victor and stop him somehow.

He scrambles to his feet, urgency hitting him like a high speed train and runs for the cabin.

He almost tears the door off its hinges again as he barges into the cabin, but Wade isn't there. Fuck! He probably went after Logan when Logan left the cabin. Shit! Fuck! Motherfucker! If Victor senses any connection between Wade and Logan he will no doubt use Wade to get to him. Fucking hell... 

Logan feels an absolute dreadful feeling at the thought. The fact Wade can't die may actually be worse, because it means Victor can torture him for however long he desires just for the hell of it.

Wade's weapons are in the cabin too, which means Wade has even less to defend himself with.

Logan feels sick and stumbles out of the cabin, throws up over the porch railing and then runs back into the woods as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. If Victor has touched even one non-existent hair on Wade's body -

. . . . .

Victor sighs heavily from where he's still resting his head in his hand and his elbow on the ground, his free hand drawing scribbles in the hard ground with his claws.

"Hey, Wilson," he says loudly, trying to catch Wade's attention.

Wade startles from where he was lost in thought and looks at Victor. "What? Did you say something?"

"Entertain your king, fool," Victor says with a grin, "I'm bored."

"Uhm," Wade trips on his tongue so to speak, "What do you want me to do? Juggle?"

Victor laughs. "Sure, why not? Plenty of rocks here you could use."

"Alright," Wade says with a shrug, it's not like he's got anything better to do, and he too is pretty bored. He picks up three rocks of roughly the same size and starts juggling them.

Victor wolf whistles at him. "You've got talent, Wilson," he says, picks up and throws another rock at Wade, who smoothly grabs it and lets it join the other three going in circles between his hands, and Victor laughs.

"You look like you were made for this, Wilson," Victor says with a face splitting grin of amusement and watches Wade include his legs in the juggling, jabbing a rock up in the air with a knee.

"Oh, this? This is nothing," Wade laughs, preening at the compliment. "Back home I do this with knives and grenades and other lethal objects," he tells Victor with a proud smile as he throws a rock up extra high, then stacks the other rocks on top of each other in one hand before catching the last rock with his free hand, then puts it on top of the stack and bows to Victor.

Victor sits up with a laugh and gives Wade a short round of applause. "My court jester is the best in all the lands!" he exclaims with what seems like sincere joy, and Wade can't help but feel a little proud of himself.

"Thank you, thank you," Wade says as he bows a few more times, then casually juggles the rocks some more.

"You're a mercenary, right? Like the Wade in my world?" Victor asks suddenly, and Wade pauses his juggling.

"Yes, but no, but yes," Wade says, cradling the rocks in his arms, "I tried working a normal job for a while, wanted to be better for the woman I loved, then shit happened and now I'm trying to be a hero."

Victor snorts, "Is that so?" He exhales and throws some more wood on the fire, "Well, when you fail at being a hero, if you don't want to go back to mercenary work you could always join the circus."

Wade frowns, pouts, then drops the rocks on the ground. "I'll have you know I've actually succeeded at being a hero once already, and it was a big win! We wouldn't even be having this conversation right now if I hadn't been a noble fucking hero," Wade argues loudly, voice laced with pride as Victor quirks a brow at him, "I mean, I can't take all the credit. Logan was there with me through the whole thing, and we got help from a few others too, but I played a big part. Saved more than one universe, actually."

"Impressive," Victor says as he gets up on his feet, and Wade can't tell if he's being sincere or not. He walks up to Wade, kicks a few of the rocks away from between them, then smirks at Wade. "You got any other talents besides juggling and being a big fucking hero?" he asks as he looks Wade over, then grabs his chin and runs a thumb over Wade's lower lip, and Wade shudders as Victor tilts his head and says, "I remember you saying something about blowjob skills?"

It's a mix of anxious anticipation and arousal, and Wade isn't sure what to do about it. Victor is attractive in his own way, the same way swimming with sharks is exciting when you don't have a healing factor, or a traffic accident attracts attention. He wouldn't mind having 'Gave the Sabertooth a blowjob' on his resume, but he feels like he'd be cheating on Logan, even if they aren't together.

"Oh, that was a joke," he laughs awkwardly, "You have to take about 90% of what I say as if it's at least partially bullshit, for the bit, or just something I read about myself in a comic once and absorbed into my personality."

Victor narrows his eyes at him, and the claws on Wade's jaw grows longer. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he asks, and looks at Wade like Wade is talking a completely different language.

"Oh, haven't you heard?" Wade asks as he looks at Victor's puzzled face, "We're comic book characters, or movie characters. Right now we're actually in a fanfiction, but that's besides the point. Whenever I forget who or what I am or who I used to be, unless I forget I can do it, I just look beyond the fourth wall and that clears everything up for me. Sometimes at least. Other times the writer is shit at their job or write me completely out of character and I get a bit confused, but hey! Nobody's perfect, right?"

Victor lets go of Wade's chin and laughs, grabbing his stomach and laughing so hard Wade can swear the cave is shaking, and then he wipes a tear from the corner of his eye. "You're batshit crazy, Wilson. And that's saying something coming from me," Victor says as he catches his breath, gesturing at himself with a hand to his chest, then shakes his head, "Where do you even get these ideas from?"

"I just told you; comics, movies, beyond the fourth wall," Wade says matter-of-factly, "And my own brilliant mind, of course."

"You're funny," Victor says and gently runs a claw down the side of Wade's face without even leaving as much as a scratch, but Wade feels a cool shiver running through his spine and swallows hard. "I'm starting to like you, Wilson. You're growing on me, fast," he continues and licks his lips, canines poking out from them, and Wade is starting to feel dizzy from the conflicting feelings running through him.

"Who can blame you? I'm basically Prince Charming," Wade jokes awkwardly, trying to stop what he thinks is about to happen from happening, but then Victor grabs one side of his face and grins before he leans in towards Wade.

Wade's heart feels like it's beating a thousand times faster than usual, and it aches as he thinks of Logan, and then as he's about to stop Victor with a hand to his chest, a voice growls Victor's name from the entrance of the cave, and they both turn to see a very pissed off Logan standing there. He's got snow in his hair and on his shoulders, his fists are clenched and his claws are out, and he's snarling like an angry dog, his eyes narrowed and about to burn holes into Victor's face.

"Get your filthy fucking hands off of him, Victor," Logan growls, practically shaking with anger, and Wade feels giddy at the thought that it's all for him.

"There, there, runt," Victor says and puts his other hand on the other side of Wade's face as he looks smugly at Logan, "I think that is up to Wade here to decide, if I can touch him or not." He turns to Wade then and smiles, "Isn't that right, my little jester?"

Logan looks at Wade then, his uncertain-bordering-on-heartbroken expression making cracks in Wade's heart, and Wade looks to the side, at Victor, and says, "I was actually about to push you away, so he's kind of right about telling you to take your hands off of me."

Victor deadpans at him, then snorts. "Fine, choose the runt if you like, but when I'm done with him I'm coming for you, Wilson," he says, grabs Wade's face roughly, digging his nails into Wade's cheeks and jaw, kisses him hard on the mouth and makes Wade's eyes go wide, then shoves Wade back and away from him before charging at Logan with a roar, and Logan charges right back at him.

Logan and Victor hits and claws at each other as Wade wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then looks to you. "The girls are fighting," he says very seriously, matter-of-factly, then giggles. "And it's over me!" he says excitedly, and silently, rapidly clapping his hands in front of him. "It's like I'm Bella Swan from Twilight!" Then he turns back to see Logan on top of Victor, trying to stab him in the face while Victor holds up Logan's wrists to stop him, and Victor is laughing.

"Look at you, runt!" Victor exclaims with excitement, clearly enjoying the fight, grin never faltering, "All savage just because I barely touched your disfigured little pet!"

"Don't even talk about him, you filthy fuckin' animal!" Logan growls and manages to stab one of Victor's shoulders, and Victor howls in pain, but then he's laughing again.

"Maybe if I fucked him you'd finally lose it and embrace who you are," Victor tries to pry Logan's claws from his shoulder. "I bet he'd scream for me!" he says, voice loud and laced with lust, blood lust, and then he pushes Logan off of him with a knee to Logan's stomach, and Logan stumbles back, but manages to stay on his feet.

"Hello, I'm here, don't talk about me like I'm not," Wade says from the sidelines, hands on his hips and a furrow between his brows. "I'm a person, with feelings, not just some breedable bitch!" he says sternly, then turns to you and whispers, "I am though. Very breedable!"

"Get out of here, Wade, you're distractin'," Logan says without even looking at him, his eyes locked on Victor as they move around the cave, ready to attack each other.

"What? I can help! Victor finds me almost irresistable!" Wade argues with frustration, and Logan finally looks at him from the corners of his eyes.

"He only wants you because I do," he says, and Wade's heart flutters at the admission. He doesn't care about Victor, Logan fucking Howlett wants him, wants Wade! Oh, how the angels have blessed Wade W. Wilson, the hottest man in the universe actually said he wants him, of all people!

Wade almost swoons, but instead he twirls around himself and sighs dreamily at Logan. "I want you too, honey badger, and I'm not about to let some psycho neanderthal cat get between us," Wade says and grabs a burning log from the campfire and throws it at Victor. "Catch this, blonde Gaston!"

The log almost hits Victor, but instead lands next to his foot, and just as Wade is about to feel disappointed with himself, the leg on Victor's pants catches fire, and Wade hoots.

"Ha! Take that, you home wrecking cat-astrophe!" Wade mocks Victor as Victor tries to stop the fire by slapping it with his hands, and then he snarls and charges at Wade, who squeals pathetically and flails before he's pushed out of the way by Logan.

Victor hits Logan's face with an elbow, and Logan is flung back into a cave wall before Victor is on him, his arm pressed into Logan's throat and choking him.

"Fuckin' hell, Victor," Logan wheezes, "Why can't you just leave me and mine the fuck alone?"

"That's very simple, Jimmy," Victor says with glee on his face. "Because I don't want to!" he laughs, and starts trying to crush Logan's windpipe, but then there's a shout from Wade and suddenly the merc is on Victor's back, elbows over Victor's shoulders, and Wade's fingers on his face, pressing into his eyes.

Victor shoves himself away from Logan and snarls and growls and moves around as he tries to pry Wade's fingers from his face, and Wade just hoots and hollers like he's on a roller coaster or something.

"Look at me, peanut, I'm a cowboy!" Wade laughs, then yells, "Yeehaw!" before Victor grabs Wade's arms and throws him across the cave, Wade yelling and then crashing into the cave wall before falling onto the ground.

As Wade sits up, head spinning and pink unicorns with wings flying around it, Logan and Victor are at each other's throats again, punching and kicking, wrestling and stabbing, and slicing, knocking each other against the cave walls again and again as they growl and spit and curse.

There's the sound of something cracking and breaking, and Wade looks up to see it's in fact the cave ceiling, and he scrambles to his feet as he shouts, "Hey kittens, you're gonna make this place cave in!"

Logan and Victor both freeze, hands still painfully clenched around some part of the other, and then look up to see the crack in the cave ceiling extending down the walls.

"Shit-" they blurt out in unison, pull apart, and start running for the cave entrance. Wade is already ahead of them, and just a few seconds after they've ran and thrown themselves out of the cave does the cave collapse in on itself, and snow flies everywhere like dust during the collapse of an old building.

Logan barely has time to sit up before Wade is by his side, checking him for injuries like he's a regular fucking mortal.

"I'm fine, bub, relax," Logan sighs and gently pushes Wade's hands away, then looks around them. "Where'd Victor go?" he asks as he quickly gets back up on his feet and unsheathes his claws.

"Looks like he ran away," Wade says and points at footprints disappearing into the woods, and then he scoffs, "Coward."

"Oh, he'll be back," Logan says, a hard furrow between his brows, "Now he knows exactly what to use against me."

"And what's that, peanut?" Wade asks innocently as he brushes snow off of his clothes. At least the storm has calmed down.

"You, bub," Logan says matter-of-factly as he looks at Wade, and Wade gives him a dumbfounded look like he keeps forgetting Logan likes him.

"Oh," is all Wade says, and Logan just snorts and starts walking.

"Let's grab our stuff and find a motel for the night, put some distance between us and Victor," Logan says, and Wade runs up next to him. Logan quirks a brow at him, "Are you alright, bub?"

Wade smiles and nods, "I'm alright, peanut. Don't you worry."

"So he didn't hurt you, did he?"

"Only my feelings, occasionally. Hard to tell what that guy really meant or not," Wade responds, occasionally checking behind them as they go.

"Relax, he's not there. I'd smell him," Logan says as he puts a hand on Wade's shoulder, and Wade exhales in relief.

"You didn't turn feral this time, peanut," Wade says then as they reach a familiar part of the woods, then sighs, "Maybe I'm not the trigger after all."

"You seem disappointed, bub," Logan remarks, quirking a brow in his usual manner.

Wade smiles sheepishly, as if guilty. "I can't help it, Logie-bear. There's something very ego boosting about the number one stud in the multiverse going crazy to protect me," he says, then his smile turns soft as Logan laughs warmly.

"You're crazy, bub," Logan laughs, then smiles at him, "Don't have to be feral to do that though, I'll always be crazy about protecting you," and Wade feels his face get warm even in the cold air surrounding them.

. . . . .

Once they get to the cabin they pack all their stuff and carries it to the car, then drive to the nearest motel.

They get one room, the only available one. It has two beds.

"Dibs on the first shower," Wade says as he drops his bags to the floor.

Logan snorts, "Go ahead, bub," and toes off his boots and removes his jacket before hanging it on some hooks by the door. Wade does the same then runs into the bathroom while Logan sits down on one of the beds.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. This universe was supposed to be a new start, but then he had to worry about going feral and hurting those he loves, and now he also has to worry about Victor. Fucking hell.

He drops back against the bed and stares at the ceiling, wondering when in his unnaturally long life he is ever gonna catch a fucking break.

"Are you going to bed like that?" he suddenly hears Wade's voice ask, and sits up. Wade is in nothing but a pair of loose silk boxers, and something about the comfortable look to it makes Logan burn with desire.

He clears his throat, "That was quick."

Wade laughs, "Yeah, I don't have any hair to wash, so-" then throws himself onto the other bed and sighs loudly. "You should take a shower too, peanut. Wash Victor's blood and smell off."

Logan's brows quirks a bit at that and then he sniffs himself. He does smell a bit like Victor. Ugh. "You're right, bub," he says as he gets up from the bed and takes one quick glance at Wade's ass from where he's lying on his belly on the bed, and then heads into the bathroom.

Once the bathroom door is shut he takes a deep breath and leans back against it. It's been a long day, and a lot happened. He's mentally exhausted and he's actually nervous about being alone with Wade again in such an intimate setting - at least intimate compared to the woods and the coldness of the car on their way there. He would once again have to deal with his feelings, and he almost wishes he could just fight Wade instead, but that wouldn't be fair towards Wade.

He did say he wanted Logan too, right? That wasn't just Logan's imagination, right? Yeah, it had to be real, Logan wasn't delusional enough to make that up even in a tense and stressful situation.

. . . . .

When he finally comes out of the bathroom in a pair of sweatpants and a small towel around his neck, Wade have moved the beds together into one big makeshift bed and crawled under the comforters. He sits up to look at Logan, and smiles sweetly.

"There you are, did you have to use conditioner on your pubes?" he asks with a cheeky grin, and Logan snorts and smiles back at him. "Come to bed, big boy," he says as he pats the spot next to him, and how can Logan say no to that?

Logan shoves his sweatpants down, leaving him in just his boxer briefs and earning him a wolf-whistle from Wade before he crawls into bed and lies down next to him.

"Hey, bub," he says as Wade lies back down and faces him.

"Hey, handsome," Wade replies, and Logan smiles like the compliment is a joke, "You ok, peanut?"

"Just tired, mentally," Logan admits, blinking slowly like he's about to fall asleep.

"You should sleep," Wade says and reaches a hand up from under the comforter and caresses Logan's cheek, then runs his hand into his hair.

Logan's eyes closes unintentionally and he starts to purr, but he doesn't care. He can practically feel Wade smiling at him, and he relaxes. God it feels good to be taken care of.

"My good boy, fought so bravely for me today," Wade whispers, and Logan feels himself flushing all over, a comfortable heat spreading inside him, and it only borders on triggering arousal. He just wants to relax, and he does. Wade's fingers raking through his hair is like heaven, and he purrs and sighs like a relaxed pet. If he's constantly going to be treated like an animal he should at least be able to act like a spoiled pet every now and then, but he's got the feeling that he may be able to act this way just about every day with Wade as his companion and lover. Now isn't that a pleasant thought? He's never felt so lucky.

Chapter Text

The next day Logan wakes up feeling more rested than he can remember ever feeling in the last ten years at least. There's a hand in his hair, gentle fingers running through it.

"Good morning, peanut," Wade whispers as Logan looks at him through heavy lids, "Did you sleep well?"

"Better than ever," Logan mutters as his eyes slide shut again, and then he can feel feather light lips brushing against his forehead, and a hand stroking his back as he falls asleep again.

. . . . .

Wade admires Logan's sleeping form, gently caressing his hair and whatever exposed skin he can reach. Logan's relaxed, peaceful look makes Wade's chest warm, and he whispers, "I love you," as he strokes his cheek, and as if he heard him, Logan moves closer with a hum and nuzzles into the crook of Wade's neck without as much as opening his eyes.

Wade holds his breath for a second, then relaxes as an arm lands across his waist and a hand rests on his back, pausing his heart beats. Then Logan is purring into Wade's neck and shoulder, and Wade swears his heart explodes like a party popper.

He gently combs his fingers through Logan's hair, and relishes in his purrs and his warmth, wishing they could stay like this forever. And maybe they could. They are Deadpool and Wolverine after all, their whole thing was staying alive against just about all odds, what was rotting in bed compared to some of the shit they'd been through?

Wade eventually closes his eyes and falls back asleep too, resting his chin on top of Logan's head while gently scratching his neck.

. . . . .

Logan wakes up again later with a big yawn and an even bigger stretch before nuzzling into the pillow. It smells like a mix between cheap laundry detergent, him, and Wade.

Speaking of Wade - he's not in bed, but his smell lingers. Logan sits up and looks around the room. No sign of Wade, his boots and jacket are gone, but his bags remain, so he can't have gone far.

Logan stretches again, then scratches his belly. He feels warm and well rested, but he also kind of wants to go back to sleep because he was as comfortable as he can't ever remember being. Then he hears familiar footsteps and smells a familiar scent outside the motel room door before the lock turns and Wade walks in with a bag in his hand and a tray of takeaway coffee.

"Oh, hey peanut," Wade greets him cheerily and puts the stuff he's carrying on a small table in front of the window next to the door. "I got us breakfast," he says as he removes his boots, and then his jacket before he grabs the stuff he brought and sits down next to Logan on the bed.

"Coffee, black," he says and hands Logan one of the cups, it's got 'Peanut' written on it in sharpie. Logan accepts it and takes a swig, then Wade hands him a sandwich before unwrapping his own.

"So," Wade starts before taking a bite of his sandwich, and mumbles through the mouthful, "I contacted the TVA."

"Oh? Did you tell 'em about Victor?" Logan asks as he unwraps his own sandwich.

"Yeah," Wade mumbles, then swallows his food, "They said they'll handle it."

"Good, they owe us that much at least," Logan says and stuffs the whole sandwich into his mouth at once, and Wade watches in awe.

"Damn, peanut, you can fit so much in there," Wade says with a big, dumb grin, and Logan scoffs.

"Shut up, perv," Logan says as he elbows Wade in the side, but there's no sign of malice in his voice, and he's smiling.

"So, I give the TVA like three days to handle Victor, which is probably like three minutes in TVA time. Then we can figure out where we'll go from there," Wade says before taking another bite of his sandwich. "Any ideas on what to do while we wait?"

"Well," Logan starts. "We can sleep in, watch movies," he gestures at the small TV in one of the corners, then points back to the bed behind them with his thumb, "Or fuck all day, if you'd like."

Wade almost chokes on his food and starts coughing while Logan pats him on the back, asks, "You alright, bub?", then smirks at him.

Wade blinks away tears in his eyes and wheezes, "Just peachy, peanut."

"Sorry about that," Logan chuckles as he strokes Wade's back, then up to his neck, and Wade swallows hard as he looks at Logan.

. . . . .

Wade feels light and warm at Logan's gentle touch. He hasn't experienced this kind of affection since he and Vanessa were still together. He shudders as Logan's hand runs down to the small of his back, then under his shirt.

"Logan?" he asks, his voice laced with uncertainty and insecurity. He never expected Logan to feel about him how he feels about Logan. It's a little scary, actually. Wade is terrified of ruining it all.

"Yes, darlin'?" Logan asks, smiling at Wade.

DARLING? DID THE WOLVERINE JUST CALL HIM DARLING???

For a second Wade wonders if he's hallucinating. Wouldn't be the first time. But the way Logan looks at him; soft smile, soft eyes, and then the gentle touch of his hand feels real and sincere.

"I love you," Wade blurts out suddenly.

"I know," Logan says, his fingers gently moving up and down Wade's textured skin.

"You do?" Wade asks, surprised.

Logan chuckles, "Yeah, you told me earlier this mornin', bub."

"Oh, you heard that?" Wade asks with an awkward laugh, "I thought you were dead asleep."

"I'm glad I wasn't," Logan says as he pulls his hand away, then gets up from the bed before taking Wade's coffee from him, then Wade just watches as Logan puts their cups on the table before he comes back and stands right in front of Wade.

Wade swallows hard, eyes wide as he bites his lip while looking Logan up and down. "Fuck," Wade curses under his breath. Logan is all muscles and hair, and Wade wants to eat him up.

"You ok, darlin'?" Logan asks, and Wade looks up into his eyes as Logan smirks at him, revealing a canine.

"You're so fucking hot, I could weep," Wade blurts out, staring at Logan, hands shaking lightly in excitement.

Logan scoffs, then grabs Wade's chin and keeps his head up, "So are you, baby. Now would you mind taking your clothes off?"

Wade shudders. 'Fuck yeah, we're getting laid!' the voice in his head screams, and Wade has to stop himself from rolling his eyes, or Logan will surely be confused. He's as excited as the voice, but he really wants to enjoy this experience without his five hundred mental illnesses in a trench coat interrupting his enjoyment.

"Um," Wade hesitates, there's a lump in his throat, and his gut. He wants to, so badly, but he feels his insecurities catching up with him. He remembers the first time he was going to show Vanessa his face. He'd stapled a picture of Hugh Jackman's face onto his, under his mask, for fuck's sake. It had also taken a while for him and Vanessa to get intimate after that, and even then they usually ended up with him taking her from behind because he didn't want her looking at him.

"It's ok if you don't want to, bub," Logan says reassuringly and moves his hand to Wade's cheek, caressing it lovingly. "Or if you've changed your mind about us, that's fine too," he adds with a sad smile that makes Wade want to cry.

He grabs Logan's waist then and hugs him close, resting his cheek against Logan's body. "Don't say that, peanut," Wade says, clinging to Logan, then he sighs, "I just..."

"You just what?" Logan asks, now resting one hand on Wade's shoulder and the other on his head. "Take your time, baby," he adds.

"I don't want you to look at my body right now," Wade admits after a few minutes of silence, "It's not your fault though."

Logan hums. "You're feelin' insecure about your looks," Logan states matter-of-factly, and Wade makes a noise of confirmation.

"I understand," he says as he pets Wade's head, "I like the way you look tho."

Wade looks up at him and sniffles, "And they call me insane," and Logan laughs.

"You look unusual."

"No shit," Wade quips, but Logan just smiles.

"I like it," Logan continues, stroking Wade's head and face affectionately, "Unusual and weathered. Strong, endurin'."

"You're gonna make me all shy and shit, peanut," Wade whines, averts his eyes and pouts a little, and Logan laughs warmly.

"You're adorable, bub," Logan says, smirking when Wade looks him in the eyes again, "But also badass. And sexy."

Wade grips Logan's waist harder. "Don't tease me, peanut."

"I'm not, you big baby," Logan laughs, lightly caressing the back of Wade's head and neck, and Wade shudders. "I'm just tellin' you what I think, what I feel."

Wade stands up then, and Logan watches him with an innocent smile.

"Fine, you win, you silver-tongued vixen of Weaselville," Wade says and takes his shirt off, exposing his scarred, textured, muscular upper body, and throws his shirt on the floor, then stares at it like a lost security blanket.

Logan snorts at the sort-of insult, then licks his lips as he looks Wade up and down. He grabs Wade's chin and turns his head towards him. "Look at me, bub," he insists, and as Wade does so, he says, "I love you, Wade. And I love the way you look. You got nothin' to be ashamed of."

"Fuck you," Wade says, then cups Logan's face in his hands and kisses him hard on the mouth. Logan parts his lips and welcomes Wade in, who deepens the kiss, and Logan moans into it, making Wade shudder in delight.

Logan's hands goes straight to the hem of Wade's pants, and Wade doesn't care anymore. He continues to kiss Logan, tongues dancing passionately as Wade's got one hand on the back of Logan's neck, the other one tugging at his hair, and the mix of moans and purrs coming from Logan's chest and throat is driving Wade crazy-er than he already is.

When Logan tugs Wade's pants down, off of his hips and they slide the rest of the way down, Wade kicks them off his ankles, then presses his body closer to Logan's, then Logan pulls slightly back, ending their little make out session.

"Goin' commando, eh?" Logan smirks and grabs a handful of Wade's naked ass with a resounding slap.

Wade giggles, then says, "Underwear is honestly so fucking uncomfortable to me."

"I'm not complainin'," Logan says as he squeezes Wade's ass, "One less barrier between me and the goods."

Wade rolls his eyes affectionately, smiling as he does. "And you called me a perv."

"Never said I wasn't one," Logan argues back, smirks, and then kisses Wade again before shoving him lightly.

Wade falls backwards onto the bed, then as Logan stands between his legs and slips his boxers off, Wade lifts himself up on his elbows and nervously starts speaking. "Logan..."

"Yeah, babe?"

"I- I'm not a natural bottom, I need a lot of prep, and-"

Logan leans down over him and smirks right in his face, and there's a fire in his eyes. He looks downright mischievous.

"Who says you're bottoming?" Logan asks, and Wade audibly gasps and falls fully back against the bed with a delighted, "Jesus fuck," under his breath.

Logan chuckles at Wade's reaction, then grabs Wade by the waist and pulls him along as he lies down himself, flipping them both over so Wade is on top.

"Missionary, really?" Wade asks, a delighted look of surprise on his face. If he had a tail it'd be wagging so hard it would take him up into the air like a helicopter.

"Yeah, I want to see you," Logan says matter-of-factly as he strokes Wade's firm, muscular arms and shoulders while admiring them, then looks him in the eyes and asks, "That a problem, bub?"

"Hell no!" Wade exclaims immediately in response and leans down to kiss Logan. "I want to see the look on your face when I make you cum," he says, then kisses the corner of Logan's mouth, "And every expression before that." He keeps kissing Logan, on the cheek, down his neck and to his collar bone, then his chest - oh that glorious chest! He grabs Logan's sides right next to his pecs and squeezes as he burries his face in the middle of them and exhales sharply, making Logan laugh.

"What are you doin', bub?" Logan asks with mirth.

"Trying to motorboat your tits, honey badger," Wade says as he lifts his head, and Logan smiles with amusement at him.

"You're ridiculous," Logan snorts, his words void of malice as he strokes a hand over Wade's head, then caresses the back of his neck.

"I know, but I also know you like it," Wade says confidently, then goes back to kissing Logan's chest, then down his stomach and to his hard, twitching cock. He wraps his lips around the head, then - encouraged by the way Logan's breath hitches - takes it all the way until his nose bumps into the hair around Logan's cock, and Logan's hips bucks a little.

"Fuck, sorry," Logan pants with heated breath and stills his hips, but Wade just hums and keeps going, almost sliding his mouth off of Logan's lenght before diving back down. Logan moans, his sounds gruff and vibrating in a way Wade isn't used to hearing but also incredibly turned on by.

Wade bobs his head a few more times, then slips off and takes Logan's cock in his hand instead as he licks his lips and looks Logan in those lustful, half-lidded eyes of his. "No need to apologize, baby. You can fuck my mouth if you want," he says and then takes Logan's cock into his mouth again, and Logan can't help but buck into it.

"So eager," Wade whispers hotly as he slides his mouth off again with a pop, then kisses down the underside of Logan's cock, down to his balls, nipping them teasingly before moving further down.

"Fuck, Wade," Logan pants as Wade grabs his thighs and lifts him slightly off the bed, "Love your filthy mouth."

"Yeah? People usually just complain about it, but then again they don't let me do this to them," Wade chuckles and dives in, teasing Logan's hole with his tongue, earning him a whine of all things. He laps at it like a thirsty dog, spreading one of Logan's cheeks while he moves his other hand to Logan's cock, and the unabashed, animalistic moans and groans from Logan greatly encourages him.

"Feels amazin', bub," Logan manages to breathe out between his panting and moaning, one hand resting on his stomach, the other grabbing the pillow behind his head.

Wade hums against him, pleased with himself as he dips his tongue into the tight hole, and the surprised gasp from Logan sends a shiver down his spine.

Logan has one heel on the bed, the other on Wade's back as Wade holds it up over his shoulder, and his toes curl as Wade makes him all wet and slippery, Logan's body hair soaked with Wade's saliva.

"You're so good and patient for me, baby," Wade says and licks up Logan's perineum, mouths gently at his balls and up his cock as Logan shudders. "Such a good boy for me," he whispers, and smirks as Logan's cock twitches. "You like that, do you?" he asks, his left hand firm around the base of Logan's cock, "Hearing what a good boy you are?"

"Fuck you," Logan breaths out sharply, but there's no real malice there.

"Maybe later," Wade says and wets two fingers with his mouth, watching Logan intently as he does, then when his fingers are soaked in spit, he prods them gently against Logan's hole. "No need to be ashamed, baby. Everyone loves praise, but not everyone has the balls to admit it," he says as he shoves one finger inside, and smiles as Logan pushes his hips down towards it with little puffs escaping his mouth, then he eases in another. "And I love praising you, baby, so please let me," he says then, moves his fingers slowly in and out of Logan while continuing to mouth and lick at his cock.

"O-okay," Logan agrees with a moan, his right hand reaching down to stroke Wade's head and face, and Wade feels so appreciated.

Wade smiles with his eyes up at Logan as he moans around the head of his cock, then closes his eyes as he takes Logan to the hilt again, the head hitting the back of his throat. He bobs his head in rythm with his fingers thrusting in and out of Logan. He twists and curls his fingers inside, and figures he hit the jackpot when Logan bucks into his mouth with a moan that borders on a growl.

"More," Logan sighs with hot, lustful breath, "Just..." He moans as Wade's fingers rub against his prostate. "Fuck," he growls, "Fuck me already!"

Wade pulls his mouth off of Logan's cock again and smirks. "So impatient," he chuckles as he pulls his fingers out of Logan and grabs his thighs firmly, "Can't you ask nicely, baby boy?"

Logan sneers at Wade, his upper lip twitching and flashing a canine. "Put your stupid fucking cock in me or piss off," Logan spits, and Wade audibly moans at the aggression.

"God, so demanding," Wade says in a way that makes it clear he likes it, and moves his body closer to Logan's, lining his cock up with Logan's hole. "Never took you for a needy bottom, but I like it," Wade teases and pushes himself slowly into Logan, who bites his own lip, teeth scraping over it before Logan moans breathily.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Wade groans happily, grabbing firmly onto Logan's hips, then looks at his face and asks, "You good, baby?"

Logan looks him in the eyes, his own half lidded, cheeks flushed pink, a drop of sweat running down the side of his face, and his lips slightly parted. He swallows, stopping drool from escaping his lips, and then nods lightly at Wade before he says, "Move."

"You asked for it," Wade says and pulls almost all the way out, before slamming back deep inside Logan and practically punching a moan out of him.

Logan is grabbing the pillow with both hands now, his arms bent up over his head, almost like a strange, sharp edged halo, and Wade does think he looks angelic. Logan's eyes are fluttering, shutting with every hard thrust Wade gives him, and his hips buck into it. He's clearly enjoying himself, moaning like his life depends on it.

"Fucking christ, Logan," Wade pants, leaning closer, his hands on Logan's waist as he nuzzles Logan's cheek. "You're so good. So tight. So damn gorgeous," he tells Logan with each thrust, and one of Logan's hands moves from the pillow behind his head to Wade's neck, pulling him even closer, and Wade mouths at Logan's cheek.

As Logan's lips part with a moan, Wade kisses him and swallows it, and his thrusts become a bit more slow and shallow as they make out, but neither seem to care.

Wade licks into Logan's mouth, feels his canines against his tongue, and shudders. Sometimes he forgets Logan was trained and mended to be a living weapon, and while it was a disgusting, objectifying act, remembering how dangerous Logan really is just turns Wade on even more. Especially when this beast, this animal - this monster (affectionately!) is laying himself bare for Wade like this.

"Fucking gorgeous," Wade pants, hot breath against Logan's face, and he rubs a hand over Logan's chest and stomach.

Logan chuckles through a moan, grinning wildly. "Not. So bad. Yourself," he says between hitched breaths and stuttering moans, "Now. Fuck me harder."

"Alright, babygirl," Wade says as his hands slide down to Logan's hips, and then his own move faster and harder.

Logan's moans are loud and growly, and both of his hands are back on the pillow, fingers digging into it. Logan drops his head back into the pillow, his chin towards the ceiling as his heels and ankles tries to find purchase on the small of Wade's back.

Wade is so focused on the movement of his own hips, set on making Logan feel good that he almost misses it when Logan growls with a moan and pierces the pillow with six metal claws as he comes, and then Wade pulls out and comes all over Logan's ass and thighs before he collapses on top of Logan, his head on Logan's chest.

Logan retracts his claws, sheathes them as some blend of cotton and polyester spills out of the holes he made in the pillow. His breathing slows down into a deep, steady rythm, and then he puts a hand on the back of Wade's shoulders and strokes them gently. "You alright, bub?" he asks, worried by how unusually quiet Wade is being.

"More than alright," Wade sighs with satisfaction and angles his head to look up at Logan's face, "I just fucked the Wolverine."

Logan scoffs. "You sure did, bub, you sure did."

Wade then lifts himself up on his hands, one on each side of Logan's torso. "Was I good?" he asks, a nervous look on his face like he's getting graded and the grade will determine his future.

"You were perfect," Logan says as he lifts a hand and strokes Wade's cheek with the back of his hand.

"Thank Thor!" Wade exclaims with a relieved sigh and rests his forehead against Logan's chest, "You were amazing and I didn't want to be any less. Didn't want to disappoint you."

Logan strokes a gentle hand across Wade's textured yet soft scalp. "This is gonna sound cheesy as fuck, but I don't think you could ever disappoint me, bub," Logan tells him, and as Wade looks up again he continues, "Because I think it bein' you doin' it to me is 90% of what makes it great, even if you hadn't done anythin' and just let me use you as a fuckin' dildo."

"Jesus, Logan," Wade gasps and then grins, hiding his face in Logan's chest for a few seconds before he looks up again, a gentle look to his eyes. "That was cheesy. And sweet as syrup too, and then you made it very arousing by making me imagining you using me like a sex toy," Wade says and shudders at the last part of his sentence.

Logan laughs, "'Course you'd be aroused by that."

"Hey, you're the one who said it!" Wade exclaims in mock offence, pouting, then smiles as Logan lifts a hand to his face and strokes his cheek again.

"Wanna go another round?" Logan asks with a smirk, and Wade giggles.

"You really think you have to ask?" Wade says and leans in, a chaste kiss to Logan's lips before saying, "Fuck yes I do!"

Chapter Text

They did fuck the whole day, more or less, then watched TV until they fell asleep. 

Then Logan wakes up while it's still dark outside, no light seeping in from anywhere and all the artificial light in the room is coming from the TV that's still on. He squints at his surroundings and then his blood runs cold as he sees a tall, dark, humanoid shape in the corner by the door. It approaches, and as it gets illuminated by the glow from the TV he can see that it's Victor, claws extended and fangs on display in a wide grin. And then he wakes up, relieved to find it was just a dream, and Victor isn't there. Instead Wade is there, drooling on the pillow next to his, and Logan decides he needs to put an end to it all and gets out of bed.

. . . . .

After getting dressed and sneaking out without waking up Wade, Logan gets into the pickup and starts driving back to the cabin. He knows Wade will be pissed that he went without him, but he doesn't want Victor even looking at Wade again. Jealousy and possessiveness surges through him, and he grips the steering wheel harder, his knuckles turning white and his claws tempted to come out. He speeds up then, there's very few other cars on the road, and he reaches the dirt road to the cabin at record speed.

He parks the car, gets out, and as he walks up the small trail to the cabin he smells blood. It's not Victor's, and it's more than one person's blood. His eyes go wide then when he finds five dead and dismembered TVA agents outside the cabin, their shredded corpses painting the snow red.

He grits his teeth and clenches his fists, then shouts angrily, "Victor!" And then Victor struts outside through the cabin door with a smug grin.

"Jimmy, how disappointing. I was hoping for Wade. I wanted to show him a good time," Victor says, licks his lips, and jumps over the porch railing and down to the ground, sending snow flying all around him, and then he walks towards Logan, "But I'm guessing you already did that because you're covered in his scent."

Logan can feel his vision start to blur at the edges, and he knows he's about to lose himself to his rage, but he doesn't really care. He wants to tear Victor to pieces, and he's more likely to succeed if his thoughts and emotions are focused all in on it.

"Get his name out of your mouth and fuck off," Logan growls as his claws unsheathes, and Victor's claws grows longer at the sight, and then they charge at each other.

. . . . .

Back at the motel Wade startles awake with a gasp, like he just woke up from a nightmare about his time in Ajax's torture palace. The only light in the room is from the TV, but it's enough to reveal that Logan is gone, and so is his boots and jacket.

"Shit," Wade wheezes, and stumbles out of bed to get dressed. He knows Logan well enough he doesn't need to wonder where he's gone. He grabs his weapons and sprints outside, and he ends up threatening a poor young couple to drive him out to the cabin.

"So fucking sorry for traumatizing you beautiful people, it was an emergency and I know you'd never help my creepy looking ass without a gun to the head!" Wade says as he gets out of the terrified couple's car, then pokes his head in and smiles. "Thanks for the ride, and happy rest of your honeymoon," he says with a salute before slamming the door shut and starts running.

"Thank fuck," Wade sighs with relief as he sees Logan's car at the end of the dirt road, then he follows the trail up to the cabin.

He starts running again, then comes to an abrupt stop when he finds the dead TVA agents strewn around. He walks over and takes a closer look, relief washing over him when he sees it's Victor's handiwork and not Logan's.

Then he notices fresh footprints and blood leading up and past the cabin, and he follows it in through the woods. When he starts reaching the clearing where he first ran into Victor, he hears shouting, and the familiar sound of Victor's laughter.

Maybe they're too busy fighting each other, because neither of them seem to notice him even as he steps out of the woods.

Logan is wildly slashing at Victor, who just keeps dodging his claws and laughing. Wade can tell Logan is lost to his animal instincts. He pulls out one of his guns, aiming it at Victor's head.

"This is exactly what I've always wanted for you, Jimmy, don't you see that?" Victor shouts gleefully as he continues to dodge Logan's attacks, "There's no shame in being what you are - an animal!"

Victor's words are clearly not reaching Logan, and as Wade pulls the trigger they both startle at the loud sound, Victor almost loses his footing, and Logan stabs him in the gut and sends them both crashing to the ground, the bullet grazing Logan's hair as it flies between them.

Logan's claws pin Victor to the ground, and Wade runs up to them, stopping when Logan looks up at him, eyes dark and fangs flashing.

The distraction gives Victor the opportunity to throw Logan off of him, and as Logan crashes to the ground, Victor jumps to his feet and turns to Wade.

"Made your choice, did you? You two stink of eachother," Victor says as he pounces at Wade, who's got no time to react, and Victor grabs him by the throat and lifts him off the ground. "If I tear you into enough pieces, can you still regenerate?" he asks, then as he starts moving his other hand, Wade swiftly pulls out a katana and slices the arm of the hand holding his throat off at the elbow, and drops to the ground as Victor growls loudly and blood sprays from his arm.

"Filthy rat," Victor hisses as he grabs at what's left of his arm, stumbling back a couple steps.

"Look who's talking," Wade says as he pulls out his other katana, and prepares to fight.

Victor snorts, and grins at Wade, then pounces at him again, smoothly dodging the katanas as he swipes his intact hand at Wade, claws extended.

It's like a would-be-deadly dance as they slash at and dodge eachother, occassionally grazing the other's skin with a sharp edge, cuts healing rapidly.

Suddenly Logan comes running, crouched on all four and throws himself at Victor, stabbing him through his midsection with both hands, and they tumble down the slightly steep hill, Wade chasing after them.

When they reach the bottom, both clawed mutants on their sides, Victor claws and punches at Logan.

Then as Wade reaches them, a glowing, orange rectangle appears a couple feet away from the three, and five heavily armed TVA angest step out, pointing their rifles at everyone.

"Victor Creed, I advise you to surrender so we can bring you back to your own timeline," one of the agents says as he points his weapon down at Victor's head.

"A little busy here," Victor spits as he wrestles with Logan, who's now on top of him, and the agent turns his weapon to aim at Logan.

"Stand down," the agent commands sternly, but Logan is locked in on Victor, keeping three claws stuck in Victor's side as he continues to stab him with the other.

Wade grabs Logan's shoulders from behind then and says, "Come on, peanut, this is no longer your fight," and pulls Logan off Victor.

Logan growls and flails like a rabid, disobedient dog trying to wriggle himself out of Wade's grip to keep slashing and stabbing Victor, but Wade holds on and drags Logan a few feet away.

As the agent turns his weapon back on Victor, Victor suddenly grabs the end of it as he quickly jumps to his feet and jabs the agent in the gut with his own weapon, then as the other agents start shooting, Victor uses the one who's gun he grabbed as a shield, the others peppering their should-be ally with bullets. Then as they stop shooting, Victor throws the bullet riddled agent's body at them and runs towards the woods.

"Follow him!" one of the agents shouts and they all chase after him, leaving Wade and Logan behind.

"You better get him this time you good for nothing motherfuckers!" Wade yells after them, still holding onto a furious, wriggly Logan.

Wade leans in, his chest and stomach flush against Logan's back, his arms wrapped around Logan's chest, and his chin on Logan's shoulder as Logan snarls, kicks, and claws at Wade's arms.

"Logan, calm down," Wade whispers into his ear, which twitches as Wade's hot breath tickles the shell of it, "Be a good boy for me, yeah?"

At that Logan stops moving, and his breathing slows down. Wade snorts, "That all it takes, huh?" nuzzling into Logan's hair at the back of his head, and smirks as Logan starts to purr.

"That's my good boy," Wade giggles, his hands now resting on Logan's stomach, on top of his shirt which is covered in cuts from Victor's claws. "You're so warm," Wade whispers, "Hot actually. Literally and figurawhateverly."

Logan makes a low rumbling noise and turns in Wade's arms, then grabs Wade by the waist as he leans in and nuzzles at Wade's cheek, and down to his neck.

"Mine," Logan mutters, his voice dark and gravelly, and Wade shudders, a pleasant shiver running down his spine.

"Fuck, yeah I am," Wade laughs happily as Logan mouths and nips at his neck, and Wade's hands are gripping at Logan's back.

Logan's hands move into Wade's open jacket, then under his shirt at his sides and back, Logan's warm hands against Wade's cold skin a grounding comfort Wade didn't know he needed. And yet he moves his hands up and pats Logan's arms.

"Peanut, I love and appreciate the attention, but it's so cold out here, and..." Wade looks behind Logan, "There's a dead body here." He almost laughs about it.

Logan makes a small, disgruntled noise as he glances back at the dead TVA agent, then turns back to Wade before lifting him up over his shoulder, making Wade giggle giddily.

"Oh yeah, baby, take me to your castle," Wade says gleefully as Logan starts walking, and then Wade slaps Logan's ass. "This ride's even got a great view!" he exclaims cheerily, earning him a huff from Logan.

Logan carries him back through the woods, and Wade recognizes the trail, then when he's about to say something they move upwards and Wade recognizes the stairs to the cabin.

"Ah, home sweet home," Wade sighs with relief as Logan opens the door and carries him inside before slamming the door shut. Then he keeps walking, and Wade looks in the opposite direction towards the kitchen nook, then the lounge area with the couch - it looks just like how they left it.

Wade yelps a little as Logan drops him on the bed, on top of the comforter and all the blankets, and Wade feels rather small for a moment. Exciting! He gapes like an idiot and stares up at Logan, biting his lip as he watches Logan remove his jacket, and dark, half-lidded eyes staring back at Wade as he does.

"Fuck, you're such a hottie," Wade says with heated breath as Logan's jacket drops to the floor, shortly followed by his flannel and his undershirt, and Wade makes an exaggerated moan at the sight of Logan's arms, chest, and abs. "God was jerking off when he made you," Wade chuckles and licks his lips, then as Logan bends down and leans in, Wade swallows the drool about to run out of his mouth and then parts his lips again as Logan nips at the lower one.

Logan's hot, wet mouth on his own makes Wade moan and his dick twitch in his pants, and he starts unbuckling his own belt as Logan licks into his mouth.

"Fucking hell," Wade breathes as Logan pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips. "Forget what I said about not being a natural bottom," Wade says with a slightly awkward laugh, moving his hands to slip out of his jacket now that his belt is undone, then pulls his shirt over his head and throws it all aside. "I need you inside me. Raw, pain and all, I don't care," he says and grabs Logan by the hair on the back of his head and pulls him in for another makeout session.

"You get that, big boy?" he asks between sloppy kisses, "I want you to fuck me."

Logan growls at that, and shoves Wade down against the bed as he continues to kiss him, grabs the hem of his pants and pulls them down and off, making Wade gasp again.

"Hoo, boy!" Wade exclaims with something like a wheeze as he suddenly lies completely exposed under Logan, his cock hard and leaking precum onto his stomach.

"Gorgeous," Logan says barely above a whisper, voice still low and gravelly and bordering on being just a feral growl, and Wade feels his face flush and his skin prickle. It's nice to be appreciated, adored, wanted.

"Look who's talking, sexiest man and mutant ever," Wade laughs and sits up a little before he grabs the belt on Logan's jeans, "Now, let's get this off so your joy rocket can crash into my love palace."

"No sense of humor, huh?" Wade asks as he unbuckles Logan's jeans, and then they both impatiently get him out of them, freeing his aching cock.

Wade bites his lip at the sight and swallows hard, then looks Logan in the eyes. "I'm getting nervous here. Take it slow, ok?" he asks, pursing his lips, then gasps inaudibly as Logan shoves him down against the bed and kisses him hard.

Logan doesn't say anything after that, but he grabs Wade's hips and lifts him slightly off the bed, then lines his leaking cock with Wade's hole and eases in.

Wade's teeth scrapes his bottom lip as he gasps and shuts his eyes. There's pain, but it slowly dissipates, and then all he feels is Logan's cock as it nudges his prostate, and he lets out a strained moan.

"Fuck," he says with huffed breath and looks at Logan, who seems adorably focused as he slowly starts to move, and Wade moans lightly, strong thighs squeezing Logan's waist.

Logan pulls back, but not out, then slowly eases all the way in again, and Wade's heart flutters at the gentleness of it all as Logan strokes his thighs when he bottoms out.

Wade sinks back into the mattress with a satisfied huff and a grin on his face, then says, "Get to it, big boy. Take me to pound town."

And clearly that's all it takes for Logan to then grip Wade's hips hard before he pulls back, almost out, then slams back in. Wade moans loudly, sees stars, and feels his brain go blank for seconds at a time when Logan's cock hits his prostate again, and again, and again.

"H-harder - !" Wade stutters loudly, and Logan grabs Wade's legs, moves them onto his shoulders and then bends and folds Wade in the middle before he picks up the pace and slams hard and fast into Wade, who moans loudly.

"Fuck -" Wade exclaims with disappointment as Logan pulls out, wondering what he's up to when Logan flips him over onto his knees, and then Wade laughs, "Doggy style for the big dog, huh? I can do that," before he gasps as Logan shoves back inside him, and Wade grasps at the blankets up by his head.

Logan fucks him hard and fast, his hips colliding with his ass at every thrust, and Wade feels like his prostate is being jackhammered. It's amazing, his eyes closes and he drools a bit, fucked out of his mind as all he feels is Logan's long, thick cock sliding in and out of him. Then Logan leans down over him, his chest flush against Wade's back as he slows down and nuzzles against Wade's shoulders, his neck, the back and side of his head, teeth grazing the lobe of his ear and hands stroking his sides and hips, and he feels strangely loved.

"Mine," Logan just about hums into Wade's ear, low and gravelly, barely above a whisper, and Wade shudders, tears prickling the corners of his eyes.

"Fuck yes," Wade moans as Logan continues to move, a hand sliding up Wade's side and then his shoulder before grabbing the back of his neck, and then Logan picks up the pace again, and Wade feels himself approaching climax.

"I'm - close," he says with punched out breaths as Logan pounds him, hard and fast, and Logan hums gruffly, clearly about to reach his own ending, and then they're both coming, Wade with the sweetest moan he's ever heard himself make. Logan with something more of a growl, painting Wade's insides a little before pulling out, the rest of his come staining Wade's ass and lower back before he just about collapses on top of him, and they both sigh happily.

Logan is warm and heavy, and Wade loves it.

"That was amazing," Wade says, reaching a hand up behind him to pat the cheek that isn't resting against his shoulders, "You did great, fantastic actually. Good boy."

Logan hums at that and rolls off of Wade and onto his back next to him, and Wade turns onto his side, facing Logan and stretching his legs. He props his arm up on an elbow and rests his head in his hand, smiling at Logan as his free hand caresses Logan's chest and stomach, and Logan's eyes closes slowly as he starts to purr. It's the sweetest thing, Wade thinks.

Then Wade's phone dings and he reaches for his jacket on the floor before digging through his pockets for it. "Oh, they caught him, peanut," Wade says as he reads the message from the TVA, "They're bringing him back to his own universe and closing all the portals they can find in it."

Logan just hums, and then he's grabbing Wade's waist and pulling him back against himself to spoon him. Wade drops his phone down onto his clothes on the floor and puts his hands on top of Logan's as Logan nuzzles into the back of his neck.

"Sleep," Logan whispers and puts a leg over Wade as he wraps his arms around his waist, caging him in. And Wade has never felt safer.

"I'm all sticky and gross, but alright," Wade says with a laugh and closes his eyes. All the blankets are underneath them, but Logan is so warm around him he doesn't think he'll get cold. "We should find ourselves a proper house out here, bring Mary with us and then invite everyone over for a party. Maybe one with an extra room or two so Laura and Al can stay over," Wade says as he caresses Logan's hands, and Logan hums softly as he squeezes all of Wade. 

"You like the sound of that, huh?" Wade smiles and brings one of Logan's hands up to his lips and kisses it. "We can grow veggies and chop our own wood, and we can adopt more dogs and build a massive catio to keep our future cat colony safe in," he continues blabbering enthusiastically, a big grin on his face, "And a fenced in playground for the dogs, of course! With little tunnels, a ball pit, and a pool, and-"

Logan puts a hand over Wade's mouth. "Sleep," he repeats, and Wade melts in his arms.

"Sorry, baby," Wade whispers and shuts his eyes again, "I just can't not think about our life together."

Logan doesn't say anything to that, he just hugs Wade even tighter and then they both fall asleep.

. . . . .

Later that day Wade wakes up alone in bed, but there's a blanket over him, and he smells food. Then he sees Logan across on the other side of the cabin, working the stove in the kitchen, his back turned towards Wade. Logan is only wearing his jeans, his shirts still on the floor by the bed.

Wade sits up with a long stretch and then just watches Logan for a little while, ogling the muscles of his back and shoulders. Then he gets out of bed and puts his pants on before he walks towards Logan.

"Whatcha making, peanut?" Wade asks as he breaches the invisible threshold of the kitchen nook, and Logan turns his head to look back at him.

"Just some simple pancakes, bub," Logan says and turns back to his task.

"Ooh, nice!" Wade cheers and takes a seat by the kitchen table before he goes back to ogling Logan. He rests his chin in his hands, kicking his feet under the table.

"Did you sleep well?" Logan asks as he shoots him a glance over his shoulder.

"Yeah, 'course I did," Wade tells him, mirth in his voice, "How could I not after our little roughhousing session?"

Logan scoffs at that, and Wade clears his throat. "You do remember what happened earlier, right?" Wade asks.

"I sure do, baby," Logan says without even looking at him, and Wade shoots up from his chair, almost making it fall backwards onto the floor. He walks up behind Logan, wrapping his arms around his waist, and Logan puts a hand on one of Wade's arms.

"So, we're both switches, huh?" Wade laughs as he nuzzles Logan behind an ear, and feels Logan shudder a little at the contact.

"Yeah, seems that way," Logan scoffs and flips a pancake.

"Look at you, Gordon Ramsay," Wade teases, and plants a soft kiss on Logan's shoulder. "You know, if you'd like, you can become a housespouse and leave the breadwinning to me," he says before another kiss.

Logan laughs, "No way in hell, bub. I'm not missin' out on any fightin'."

Wade hums. "Ok. Can I be housespouse then?" he asks as he rests his chin on Logan's shoulder.

"Sure, if you want, but do you really?" Logan asks with a quirk of his brow.

"I wanna fight too," Wade says through pouted lips, and Logan chuckles.

"Yeah, I figured," Logan says as he pours the last of the pancake batter into the pan, "Guess we'll have to share housekeepin' duties then."

Wade smiles softly. "Yeah. So..." he starts, his fingers tapping on Logan's stomach.

"What?"

"You'd be my spouse? You'd be my husband?" Wade asks as he nuzzles the back of Logan's shoulder and practically hides most of his face behind it.

Logan laughs, and Wade takes a step back, looking at him nervously as he turns around to face him.

"Are you askin' me if I'll marry you?" Logan asks, and a small, smug smile appears on his face.

Wade lowers his head and looks off to the side like a shy school boy, shrugs, and says, "I guess?" then he looks at Logan as Logan steps closer.

"'Course I'll marry you, bub," he says, smiling softly when Wade lifts his head and his eyes go wide. Then he grabs Wade by the waist, pulls him towards him and gives him a soft kiss on the lips. "Can't imagine life without you buggin' me all day anymore," he then says with a light chuckle and smiles, gives Wade another kiss, then says, "Would be borin', I think."

Wade makes an excited noise and wraps Logan in a tight hug before he grabs his face and covers it in kisses as Logan laughs warmly.

"I love you, Logan," Wade says then, his forehead resting against Logan's.

"Love you too, Wade," Logan responds with a smile, then pats Wade's butt, "Now sit your ass down so I can serve you breakfast."

"On it, boss," Wade jokes and does as he's told, excitement radiating off him like he's a human shaped piece of uranium, and waits on the food.

Maybe happiness is achievable, Wade thinks. At least with Logan by his side.