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Wade was running. Running as fast as his legs would carry him through the dense brush in the woods. His heart was hammering in his chest and he could feel a crazy mix of giddiness and fear swirling through his head. He felt high, and their little playdate had only just started.
He scurried his way up a tree, quietly cursing as his cardigan kept getting snagged on snarled branches. If only he was wearing his full suit, but Logan had surprised him with this after a little dinner date. Logan had driven them out here, handed Wade baby knife(apparently stolen off of his boot for this occasion) and with a dark, eager look in his eye told him he had a two minute head start.
Wade damn near broke the door in his rush to get out of their car.
He did his best to steady his breath as he squatted up on the highest branch that could hold his weight. Oh this was going to be so fucking good. He gripped the knife tight in his hand, grinning from ear to ear. He knew Logan wouldn’t be far behind.
It had been nearly a month since they’d last had time to spar in any capacity since they’ve been settling into their new apartment. Wade’s muscles itched for a good fight. Logan truly knew exactly how to romance him, even if the bastard had only given him one knife to use.
Wade had only been sitting in the tree for a minute or so when he caught sight of a familiar fluff of dark hair moving slowly through the brush. Logan was hunched down, nearly on all fours as he was clearly hunting Wade. Just the sight of it made Wade’s knees go weak.
He took a slow, deep breath before he dropped down onto the older man below him, stabbing the knife into his shoulder as he flattened him onto the ground. The angry snarl he got in response got him harder than it should’ve. He ripped the knife out and took off in a random direction, pushing his legs to their limits as he heard his feral wolverine hauling ass to catch up to him.
It was going well for him. Very well, actually. Until he fucking tripped. Because of course he would. Damn these sneakers. He’s absolutely blaming the shoes and not himself. His Deadpool suit would never do this to him.
He groaned loudly as he tumbled violently and rolled, slamming onto his stomach unceremoniously. “Motherfucker!” He yells, slamming his fist on the ground as he rips his knife out of his own thigh. He doesn’t even have time to orient himself before the wolverine is on him.
He yelps loudly, automatically shoving his knife into the first spot he can reach from his prone position, right above Logan’s clavicle. Logan snarls and returns the favor, three claws spearing right through Wade’s side. “Oh there goes the fucking kidney-” Wade grits out, a moan of both pain and pleasure forcing its way from his lips as Logan twists his fist, tearing through Wade’s flesh like a hot knife through butter.
“Y’know peanut w-we’re not exactly easily matched here-” He gasps out as Logan removes the claws and forcefully flips Wade onto his back.
“That’s the point, Red.” His voice is dangerous. It makes a spark of electricity zip down his spine and directly to his groin. He hadn’t heard Logan speak like this since their fights in the Void. Holy shit, Logan was worked up.
And Wade was eager to be his little chew toy. But Logan was going to have to work for it to get all that worked up energy out.
Wade squirmed enough to get a leg between him and Logan, kicking hard to get the older man off of him. He scrambled to get up and is off again, disappearing into the trees.
He knew Logan loved the chase. He was such an animal. Wade could tell how excited it got Logan, and he knew at the end of this he was going to get railed within an inch of his life.(Most likely literally. He had a feeling Logan was going to be carrying him limp and bleeding back to the car.)
Running for your life when your dick is rock solid is hard. That was not something Wade ever expected to experience.
Suddenly he heard Logan behind him. He could tell that he was running on all fours now. Oh, Wade was fucked.
Logan gained on him quickly like that, getting close enough to reach out and snag Wade’s calf with his claws. Wade cried out as he collapsed, blood pouring from his leg as Logan was on him again.
This time Logan was insatiable. He was grinding against Wade’s ass as he bit into the meat between his shoulder and throat. His teeth made quick work of Wade’s scarred skin and the neckline of his t-shirt, tearing into him and making Wade gasp and moan desperately.
Claws were cutting his jeans off of his body and he was very suddenly completely naked from the waist down in the middle of the woods, the cold night air rolling over his skin. He whimpered loudly as he felt Logan’s thumb press harshly against the plug in his ass, his other hand busy forcing his claws through Wade’s hip to keep him pinned to the ground.
“Fuck, Logan!” He moaned out brokenly. Logan sheathed the claws on his free hand and hooked two fingers under the plug in Wade’s ass. The gentleness surprised Wade so much that the yelp when Logan ripped it out like he was starting a lawn mower was just that much louder and more embarrassing.
“You know what to call me,” Logan had let go of his throat long enough to snap that into Wade’s ear. Wade could feel precum dripping pathetically out of his cock where it was sandwiched between him and the dirt. God, Logan’s voice made him so weak.
“W-Wolverine,” He whimpered out as he heard Logan messing with his belt and freeing his cock from his own jeans.
“That's it, Red,” He growled, purposefully jostling his claws in Wade’s hip to make him moan in that pathetically desperate way that Wade does whenever he’s in pain. Then, without warning, Wade is being speared with Logan’s big cock. The cry it forced out of him was loud enough to echo in the woods around them. He hoped to god there were no campsites nearby.
Logan bit harshly into his throat this time, his free hand coming up to pin Wade’s shoulder down with his claws. Even if Wade wanted to, there was no fucking way he was ever going to be able to get out of this hold. It was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. Blood was pouring out of his throat like a faucet as Logan held onto him and began ravaging his hole with a punishing pace. It ached and hurt in the best possible way.
Wade was moaning loud, loud enough that if it wasn’t for his healing factor he’d be absolutely decimating his vocal chords. He’s babbling nonsense between wet gasps and his desperate moans. Confessions of love, begging for more, cries of Wolvie and Logan. And Logan answers to all of it by slamming into the man below him using all 300 pounds of metal and muscle he has in his body. Wade is sure he was hearing and feeling his pelvis cracking under pressure, but it only made it so much better.
Wade’s cock was aching painfully under him, leaking and twitching with every hard thrust as Logan changed his position to start pounding into Wade’s prostate. Wade tried to wriggle his hand between himself and the ground but that movement got a possessive growl out of Logan. Oh. He heard that command loud and clear. He was cumming untouched tonight. He moved his hand back to where it was, gripping the grass and dirt for dear life.
Wade’s starting to feel the heat boiling in the pit of his stomach as his prostate is assaulted. He can’t tell if this is fast or not, it feels like he’s been here for mere seconds and years at the same time, it’s all so much and feels so fucking good. He doesn’t care either way. Logan is going to use him until he’s finished whether Wade cums or not.
It only takes a few more hard, fast thrusts before Wade is screaming Logan’s name at the top of his lungs, his cock spasming and making a mess under him. Logan is pounding him through it, dragging Wade’s orgasm out as far as he can. It’s so much, Wade feels like he’s going to black out. His eyes are blurry and his body is limp under his Wolverine.
Logan’s thrusts were getting more frantic. His rhythm was faltering and Wade knew that meant he was close. His teeth were growing tighter on Wade’s throat and Wade wheezed around it. Before Wade knew it, suddenly, Logan was slamming into him one last time and spilling into him. At the same time, Wade suddenly couldn’t breathe. He was gasping and all he could taste was blood. He heard the wet sound of Logan spitting something out next to him and he immediately realised that Logan had bit down and torn his throat out during his orgasm. He coughed and hacked, blood pouring out of his mouth and onto the ground as his body was already starting to knit his throat back together.
He looked over his shoulder at Logan as the older man pulled out of him, claws as well. Suddenly, the hands on him were gentle. They were flipping him over onto his back and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re alright, Red.” He soothed, knowing the automatic rush of panic was hitting Wade’s body as he choked on his own blood. “You look good like this.” He said, running his hand along the three angry red wounds on Wade’s hip that were already starting to tighten up and close.
Wade gurgled out a laugh around the blood in his throat at that. Of course Logan would think he looked good, covered in cum, blood and dirt. A finger ran itself around the wound in his throat, causing Wade to whine in pain. Logan licked his lips and Wade’s cock twitched at the sight. Logan was tasting his blood. Savoring it. “You’re a freak, Peanut, you know that?” He asked playfully, voice raw and rough as his body generated new vocal chords.
That got a laugh out of Logan. Wade smiled. He loved making Logan laugh.
Logan stood up slowly, reaching down to scoop his partner up in his arms bridal style. Wade eagerly cuddled into his arms. Truly, they could’ve probably just waited a few minutes and Wade would’ve been just fine to walk to the car by himself. But he knew they both liked this part.
Logan liked taking care of him after. He was so gentle with him, as if he’d break. It was always such a whiplash compared to how Logan treated him during their spars. Very, very welcome, though.
“You should do that again sometime.” Wade piped up, “Maybe fuck the hole,” He added in a whisper into Logan’s ear. That caused Logan to shiver and his face to flush. Oh, he was definitely thinking about it.
“Maybe. If you’re good.” Logan said, smirking down at him as he walked them back to the car.