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The firelight flickered across Wade’s face, drawing out all of his best features. He’d been flirting for weeks, always standing a little too close or flashing that charming little grin. Logan had been shy at first, but over time felt more comfortable with flirting back, brushing up against Wade or sending him a wink when nobody else was looking. Wade’s attention felt respectful, if still full of longing and desire. Tonight their chemistry was on full display as they shared little jabs and knowing looks with each other. Logan felt drawn to him, a new and frightening feeling after everything he had been through. A flush of heat went up his neck when Wade put his hand on Logan’s thigh.
“If you come to my tent tonight, I won’t say no,” Wade whispered, “No pressure.”
Logan was stunned. Before he had the chance to process what Wade said, Wade was already walking back to his tent. Logan stared at the fire, heart racing, stomach knotting. He shot a quick glance up to Victor, who had no doubt seen and heard the whole interaction. Victor’s face was twisted in a cruel smirk, challenging Logan to take Wade up on his offer, daring him to risk outing the most intimate parts of himself to everyone on Team X. Logan couldn’t keep looking, so he looked back at the fire, begging the sick feeling in his gut to go away.
As the night dragged on, the fire started to die, and Logan had a choice to make. He looked back at Victor, who seemed satisfied in his own knowledge that Logan wouldn’t go to Wade. Logan was petrified in Victor’s gaze, and he saw in his wild eyes that going back to his own tent was going to mean pain and mockery. Fear gripped his body, and he stayed put until long after everyone else went back to their tents.
Wade had said no pressure, Logan thought, so maybe that would apply even if he went to him tonight.
Heightened senses made it easy to navigate the camp, even on a night like this one. Logan crept through the tents, following Wade’s scent. His entrance cracked that same charming smile on Wade’s face.
“You came.”
“Don’t act so surprised, bub.”
Truth be told, Logan surprised himself. At least with Victor, Logan knew what to expect, Wade was an unknown, which was scary in its own right, but somehow, he trusted that whatever was going to happen to him tonight would be far better than the alternative. Logan sat down next to Wade, not entirely sure how to start. His heart was pounding, and he couldn’t parse whether it was from fear or desire or some twisted mix of both.
“Nervous?” Wade asked.
“A little.”
Wade breathed a laugh, “Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Unless you ask nicely.”
Logan let an anxious smile part his lips, “Can we just… take this slow?”
Wade’s hand brushed Logan’s face, his thumb settling on his cheek, “Anything you want, Peanut. Just tell me what feels good.”
Logan leaned in, and let his lips crush against Wade’s. He didn’t strictly have a ‘no kissing’ rule prior, but Victor never cared much for the touchy feely stuff. He took what he wanted, and so far that had never been kisses. It felt nicer than he expected, and a warmth filled Logan’s chest, settling the war between fear and desire that had been waged inside of it. Wade’s lips were soft and warm, and Logan felt the distinct urge to be closer to Wade for it. He pressed forward, holding Wade by the back of his neck. They parted their lips and Logan chanced sticking his tongue into Wade’s mouth. Soft moans manifested in Wade’s throat, and Logan had to pull back to catch his breath.
A goofy grin painted Wade’s face when Logan opened his eyes. He reached for Wade, and pulled him by the waist until he was straddled over Logan’s lap before kissing him again. “Finally found something to shut you up.”
“I don’t think you’ll keep me quiet for long, Princess.”
Logan tensed at the pet name, “Don’t call me that.”
Before Wade could argue, Logan pulled him back in. This time, Wade was the one whose tongue was exploring. It grazed Logan’s teeth, and Logan pushed it away with his own tongue. “Careful,” he whispered, “they’re sharper than they look.”
“Look at you, all worried about me,” Wade kissed him again, “Here I thought I was just going to be your plaything for the night.”
Logan bristled at that comment, grabbing on tighter to Wade’s shirt. Wade’s hands crept into Logan’s hair, tickling his scalp in a way that made him want to throw his inhibitions away. The sick feeling in his stomach was all but replaced by a fluttery feeling that made him want to explore every inch of Wade Wilson. His hands had a mind of their own, feeling up and down Wade’s chest, his abs, even down to his ass. Wade’s breath became quicker and hotter against Logan’s face. The next time he pulled back for air, his teeth gently pulled on Logan’s lower lip.
“How are you feeling, Logan?”
“Good,” he said between shaky breaths.
“That’s what I like to hear.” Wade dropped his hands from Logan’s hair down to his sides, stroking his hands up and down Logan’s body. Wade kissed him again, deeply and lovingly, as he learned every inch of Logan’s torso. Logan held his breath every time Wade’s hands went over the bandages on his chest, but if he noticed them through his cotton t shirt, he didn’t show it. Eventually, Wade’s fingers slipped beneath Logan’s shirt, and a hot, wet feeling grew between Logan’s legs. Wade tugged on the shirt and Logan cooperated, raising his arms so that it could be pulled off. He kept his eyes closed and braced himself for the inevitable questions.
“I wondered why someone as fit as you was always out of breath,” Wade’s gentle hands ran over the bandages that kept Logan’s chest in place, “I thought nothing could hurt the mighty Wolverine, so what--” Wade’s thumb teased the bottom of the bandages, and Logan grabbed his wrist.
“They stay on.”
Logan opened one eye to peek at Wade’s reaction. He had a soft smile, and moved his hand away from the bindings. “Whatever you say, Peanut.”
Logan couldn’t help but let a smile overtake his lips. No questions, no demands, no pushing. Any lingering nervousness about how Wade would react once Logan’s pants were off started to dissolve. Wade eased Logan back, so he was laying on the thin tarp that separated them from the dirt below. He planted soft little kisses on Logan’s neck, slowly making his way down. It felt nice, and Logan’s whole body relaxed just a little bit more.
Wondering eyes looked up at Logan when Wade got to the bandages. They searched for permission to continue. Logan smiled again and ran his fingers through Wade’s hair, pushing just enough for Wade's lips to make contact , letting him know that he could keep going on top of the bindings. The quiet respect that Wade had for Logan’s wants and needs was new to him. Life had been full of those who wanted to take and take and take, his body was never his own. First Victor, who felt he deserved anything he could force someone to give him, which was just about anything he wanted. Then countless armies and militaries over the years, seeing only a living weapon with claws and a body that could take any beating. On some level, Logan had even started to see himself in the same way.
What Wade saw was a person. Evidently, a person who he found very attractive. He touched gently and loved softly, as if Logan could shatter at any moment, even though they both knew he wouldn’t. Wade had witnessed him shake off being shot, breaking bones, and more. His light touch was intentional, and Logan liked it. He kept his hand in Wade’s hair as he continued down his chest, then over his abs, then down to his waistband. Wade rested his hands on Logan’s hips, hesitating to pull down his fatigues.
Logan’s hands drifted away from Wade’s hair, and started fumbling with his belt. Wade took over the button and zipper, and together they were able to strip Logan’s pants from his legs, leaving only his boxers between Wade and the truth. Wade’s fingers danced over the bulge in Logan’s boxers. “Fuck, you’re so big.”
“I wouldn’t go sayin’ that just yet, bub.”
Wade’s fingers hooked underneath the waistband of Logan’s underwear, and Logan moved his hips up for him to pull them off, revealing that the bulge was nothing more than a balled up sock. Logan froze as Wade took in the new information. His hand lingered on Logan’s upper thigh, his thumb moving back and forth in a pleasant, comfortable gesture.
“Not the hardware I was expecting…”
“You got a problem with it?” It came out portraying far more anxiety than the toughness that he intended. He cringed at the sound of it, and hoped that Wade couldn’t pick up on his fear.
“Not in the slightest, I am a man of many talents.”
Relief poured out of his lungs as much as it could with his chest bound. Wade pushed the sock aside, and bent down, inches away from tasting what Logan had to offer. Surprising even himself, Logan arched his back and shifted his hips to close the gap. As Wade’s tongue got to work, Logan let out a small moan, and on instinct, raised his left arm to his mouth, intending to bite down and stifle any noise he might make, but Wade made a similar sound, and it made the fluttery feeling spread. For the first time, he didn’t feel afraid to let someone hear what they were doing to him. It occurred to Logan that this might be the first time he ever enjoyed the touch of another person.
Logan instead put his hand on the back of Wade’s head, tickling his scalp as his tongue danced around in places Logan had been too afraid to explore on his own. It was as if Wade already knew what to do and how to do it, finding every sensitive spot and making it feel just right for just long enough to leave Logan wanting for more. A few times, Logan’s whole pelvis would twitch and shudder under the command of Wade’s tongue. Wade let out what almost sounded like a laugh when it happened, satisfied with the pleasure he was creating.
“Unh… Wade… don’t stop…” Wade came up for a breath before going right back down, more invigorated than he’d been before. Logan’s legs involuntarily squeezed together around Wade’s chest, and his breath got faster and tighter.
A pang of sharp pain tore through Logan’s chest and he winced. His legs went limp again and his hands both flew to the spot that hurt. Wade stopped and clumsily raised himself up to his hands and knees. He’d been wearing the bindings for far too long, and they were starting to cause problems, especially with the increase in activity. Logan breathed slowly as he felt the broken rib start to repair itself.
“What happened?” Wade was on top of Logan now, face to face, still propped up over him.
“Just…” Wade’s gaze followed Logan’s hands to the spot under the cloth. “Give it a minute, it’ll fix itself.” Logan reached up to pull Wade’s face back down to his own, not minding the mess around his lips. Wade’s hips were pressed right against Logan’s abdomen, and he could feel Wade’s boner pressing against his pants, begging for relief. Tension filled his body, but it was impossible to interpret. Part of him was afraid of where this was all going, but another part was whispering to him that Wade was going to be different, softer, gentler, just like he had been for every moment leading up to this one. Logan dragged his hand down the front of Wade’s shirt, finding his belt and starting to undo it. Wade gasped into the kiss as Logan kept working, undoing his pants and shimmying them down his legs.
He couldn’t get them all the way down, but he didn’t need to. Logan stroked the bulge that was begging to be let out of Wade’s briefs, and Wade whimpered, encouraging him even more.
“You know…” Wade whispered, “I thought I was going to be bottoming tonight.” Wade sat up, pulling down his underwear just enough to expose himself. He made eye contact with Logan, seeing how he felt. “Are you ready for this?”
“I--I think so.”
A knot grew in Logan’s stomach. His body froze, tightening every muscle. As Wade’s dick pressed closer to Logan, his arms flew to cover his face, and his claws sprang out.
It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon. It’ll all be over soon.
Logan couldn’t think anything else. He couldn’t feel his body anymore. The words roared in his ears, louder than anything he might have heard. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, trying to suppress any noise he might be making. He didn’t know how much time passed like that, it could have been seconds or hours or years. He couldn’t move, didn’t know how to anymore. The world felt like a distant planet he visited once.
Blood.
Logan’s nose twitched. Usually it was his own blood that brought him out of a fit like that, but this time, he smelled Wade’s. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Wade was beside him, no longer on top of him, and he had tucked his hand under the fingers of Logan’s fist, trying to hold it. His thumb was bleeding, and there was a drop of blood on Logan’s claw.
“Sorry.” Logan retracted his claws and unclenched his fists, letting go of Wade’s hand.
“Are you okay?” Tenderness was beaming from Wade’s eyes. Logan stared into them, not knowing what to say.
“Your hand--”
“Oh this? Don’t worry about it,” Wade wiped his thumb on his shirt “That’s why I wear red. I’m worried about you. What happened?”
Logan rolled so he was facing away from Wade, his face burning hot. Wade laid down behind him, cuddling close so they were spooning. Logan felt Wade’s erection against his back again, pressing through the underwear that Wade had pulled back up. “Talk to me, Peanut.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Then we don’t have to.” Wade reached over Logan to grab a thin camp blanket, pulling it over Logan so he wasn’t so exposed. His arm curled around Logan’s chest, holding him close. Logan let himself roll back just enough to be settled in Wade’s embrace. Other than the fact that Logan could feel how hard he was, Wade gave no indication that he wanted to get back to what they were doing. He didn’t push, didn’t kiss, didn’t even grind against Logan.
“You’re still hard,” Logan said.
“Sorry.” Wade started to shift so his pelvis wasn’t touching Logan, but Logan reached back, grabbing his thigh before he did.
“I don’t understand.”
“Well…” Wade started, “When a man is attracted to another man--”
“No, not that. Why did you stop? Why didn’t you just take what you wanted and get it over with?”
Wade took a long breath in through his nose and squeezed Logan a little tighter. “What is it you think I want?”
Logan’s lower lip started to tremble. He didn’t want to say what he was thinking, how he thought of himself. It was painful, and he had a feeling deep down that it wasn’t truly what Wade wanted. It was what Victor wanted, and it’s what he had been for far too long.
“A warm, wet hole.”
“Logan…”
“That won’t fight back.”
“Logan--”
“So you can get your rocks off and leave,” Logan’s fingernails dug into Wade’s leg. He didn’t mean what he was saying, but he had to let it out. “That’s what I have, so just get it over with.”
A few tears spilled from Logan’s eyes. Wade nestled his head down into Logan’s shoulder. “I’m sorry that someone treated you that way.” He planted a kiss behind Logan’s ear. “We don’t have to do anything else. We can just lay here like this all night and all day tomorrow if that’s what you want.”
The tension left Logan’s body, and the warm feeling he had before started to come back. Wade held Logan’s hand, drawing little circles around his knuckles. Logan didn’t know what to think. He had never encountered a man like Wade before, at least not like this. Usually they all wanted something, and they were all willing to take it by force if necessary. Yet here Wade was, clearly needing relief, and he was happy to sit here whispering sweet things in Logan’s ear all night like Logan was the only thing he cared about in the world. They stayed there for a while, and Logan basked in the feeling of safety he got with Wade next to him. He did want to keep going, he wanted to feel that warm feeling again and he wanted to feel it to its conclusion.
“I liked what you were doing with your mouth,” Logan said, “All that exercise it gets paid off.”
“Use it or lose it, so they say.”
“Why don’t you finish what you started?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
Logan rolled back onto his back and Wade returned to where he had been, focusing on Logan’s clit. Wade stayed in tune with what made Logan moan and twitch, so that he could do it again and again and again. Despite the interruption, it wasn’t long before Logan’s hips were moving of their own accord, his legs twitching and twisting around Wade. There was no controlling the sounds he was making at this point, and every moan seemed to rile Wade up more.
Logan had never felt this way. He didn’t know it was possible to feel this way. Sex had only ever been something to endure at threat of violence, not something to share and enjoy. Not something to want. Logan grabbed onto Wade’s hair again, begging without words for him to keep going. Knowing that he could stop it at any time made him want it all the more. It was safe to ask for more, it was safe to want more.
Logan let out one final moan, his body shook, pleasure overwhelmed his every nerve. Even after Wade got up and laid back down beside him, his legs were still quivering. He pulled Wade in to kiss him again, a messy, sloppy kiss, because all he cared about was that they were close together. When everything slowed down and felt still again, Logan reached down and stroked Wade’s dick over his underwear a few times.
“Your turn, bub.”
Wade touched Logan’s neck, rubbing his thumb along his jawline. “I can take care of myself, Peanut,” he whispered, “You don’t have to give me anything.”
“I know. I want to try. Just let me lead.”
Logan let go of Wade and reached between his own legs, where wet discharge was still oozing out of him. Wade pulled his underwear down to give Logan full access. He made sure his hand was nice and slick before he grabbed on to Wade’s dick. He started slowly, focusing on the head, while keeping eye contact with Wade.
“God, I think this might be the hottest thing a man has ever done to me.” Wade closed his eyes and let out a few soft moans. Logan leaned in so their foreheads were touching, and Wade closed the gap between them with a kiss. With every moan and whimper, Logan picked up the pace, working down the length of Wade’s shaft. It didn’t take long for Wade to pull back from the kiss, “Logan I think I’m gonna come already.”
Logan smirked, “I just got that magic touch, huh?”
“Mmm… guess so.” After just a few more strokes, Wade squirmed and twitched and let out a final sigh. Logan felt his hand fill with something hot and sticky, and Wade started to go soft. “Logan, you’ve got to be the best there is at that.”
“I never tried it before,” Logan said, “This was the first time for a lot of things.”
Logan huddled closer to Wade, and Wade rolled back so that he could lay on his chest. “Tell me more.”
“First kiss, first time getting head, first time giving a hand job…” Logan tucked his head beneath Wade’s chin and let his eyes droop closed, “First time any of it felt… good.”
Wade wrapped his arm around Logan so that his hand was tangled in his hair. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but…” Wade took a breath, “Was that the first time you… wanted it?”
Logan kept quiet for a minute, considering his response. He didn’t know if he was ready to tell anyone, but at the same time he didn’t know if he ever would feel ready. Before he could talk himself out of it, he nodded, and Wade pulled him even closer. Logan never wanted him to let go.
“It’s Victor,” Logan whispered. It was so quiet that he wasn’t even sure he heard it slip past his lips, but he felt Wade grow tense under him.
“Your brother?”
“Whenever we’re too far from a brothel for him to take advantage of he… takes it out on me.” Logan buried his face in Wade’s chest, trying to hide the shame he felt.
“I’m so sorry, Logan.”
Logan tried to take a deep breath, but between Wade’s embrace and the bindings on his chest, he couldn’t. Another sharp pain tore through his chest and he let out something between a cough and a grunt.
“You need to take those off,” Wade said, “It can’t feel good to have them on all the time.”
“You just wanna see my tits.”
Wade kissed Logan’s head. “Only if you wanna show ‘em to me, Peanut,” Wade started to sit up, pulling his pants up as he did. Logan moved off to the side, laying on his back again while his chest fixed itself. Wade crawled over to his duffle bag, and started rummaging in it. “Right now though, I got something to take care of,” Wade pulled out a large red hoodie and tossed it to Logan, “Take those off and put this on while I’m out. It should be big enough to hide anything you don’t want me to see.”
Wade winked at Logan, grabbed his katanas, and slipped out into the night
Breathing deeply was a relief after having his chest bound for so long. He was still sore when he pulled Wade’s hoodie over his head. Wade was right about it, when he looked down it was impossible to know whether he saw his chest or just another fold of fabric. Logan laid back on Wade’s bedroll. He wanted to wait up for Wade, to fall asleep in his arms, listening to his heart beating, but Logan was exhausted, and couldn’t help but let sleep take him.
+ + +
The night air was ever so slightly cooler than it had been in the day, but Wade didn’t notice. He was burning hot with a fiery rage that needed to be let out. The stars and the dying embers of the fire were all he had to light his way to Victor’s tent, but it was enough. He trudged through the camp, barely trying to keep quiet enough to avoid waking the others. When he entered the tent, Victor was sound asleep, facedown in his sleeping bag.
Perfect.
Wade pulled out a katana and pinned Victor to the ground, straight through his heart. Victor roared awake, thrashing around to try and catch Wade’s ankle.
“Woah, easy tiger.”
“The fuck is wrong with you, Wilson?” Victor’s blood pulsed out of the wound, staining his bedroll. He took another moment to get his bearings. He sniffed, then his mouth twisted into a grin, “Smells like you got lucky with the little runt.”
“Mm, quite the perceptive nose you got there,” Wade twisted the katana, and Victor winced. “You know he told me something, and I didn’t like it one bit.”
Wade pulled out his second katana and squatted, holding it to Victor’s neck. “Consider this your only warning: If you ever so much as touch him again, you and I are gonna find out if you can regrow that ugly little head of yours. Understand?”
VIctor growled, “I’m gonna kill that little--”
“Ah ah, we could find out now, if that’s what you prefer, Vicky.” Wade twisted the blade just a little more. Victor let out a howl.
“Fine.”
“Good.”
Wade pulled his blade out and wiped it on his shirt before returning to his own tent.
+ + +
Logan woke with a start. His claws were out before his eyes were open. He smelled Victor’s blood, and that meant trouble. When he did open his eyes, all he saw was Wade, setting his katanas down. A few breaths helped to calm him down as Wade crept over to lay beside him.
“You smell like Victor.”
“We had a little chat,” Wade reached around Logan to spoon him, “He shouldn’t be bothering you again, but if he touches you, you tell me. Promise?”
“Wade…”
“Promise me.”
Logan grabbed Wade’s hand to position it in a spot far enough away from his chest. “I promise.”