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“I am so fucking wet right now. OOF–”
Another splash of crimson paints the destroyed car interior.
“I know ,” Wolverine spits. “I can smell it, ya goddamn pervert.” He yanks his claws out of Deadpool’s chest and plunges them right back in.
Wade shudders as the claws scrape past his ribs. “Ooo, Pupper’s got a sensitive widdle nosie. Is that’s why you keep claw-fucking me? Do I make you randy, baby? ” He hopes Wolvie has seen Austin Powers to get that reference, but doubts it.
“Muh-bluh - fuh-kuh!! ” Wade gurgles and spits blood through his mask as Logan impales him yet again. It’s all wet and gross inside now, much like his pants.
“How. Do. I. Shut. You. Up?” Each of the other man’s words is punctuated by a stab or a twist.
Wade actually moans at the sensation. He lost track of his weapons long ago, but he’s still got fists. Wait, no. He forgot his arms are currently very broken and healing slowly. Damn. He’s still got his mouth, though!
“You don’t, Peanut. Unless you wanna whip your dick out and gag me with it, of course.”
Wolverine snarls and pulls his claws out, only to retract them and punch Wade in the nose three times in quick succession.
“Ouchie!! Diva much? God. You are being so extra right now! ” Deadpool shouts, flexing his fingers as he starts to regain motor control in his arms. He braces himself and draws his legs up between the two of them quickly, then launches Wolvie through the broken windshield with his feet.
There’s an unsettling silent moment. He leans forward to peer out and over the hood of the car– then the whole thing shakes like it’s been hit by a goddamn rhino and he loses his balance. Strong gloved hands grab him by his ankles and yank him into the back seat.
“Eek!”
“Where d’ya think you’re goin’, bub?” The Wolverine snarls at him.
“Disneyland?” Wade chirps.
The older man shouts and sinks his claws into the leather beside Wade’s head. The merc’s ear has been sliced in half, but he avoided most of the blow at the last second.
Wolverine retracts his claws, punches Wade in the side, then snikt — impales him through the abdomen. He invades Wade’s personal space (as if he’s not welcome any time) and his thigh slides between Wade’s, inadvertently applying maddening pressure on his swollen cock. His eyelids flutter and he chokes on his own blood as Wolverine yanks his claws out.
“Your aim sucks.” Wade gurgles delightedly. “Put on your glasses, grandma.” He hopes Logan doesn’t notice the way he’s very casually humping his leg.
Logan bares his teeth and brandishes both sets of claws menacingly, glaring daggers down at the merc, looking all rugged and sexy and Wade just can’t fucking help himself.
“Nice knitting needles. You gonna make me a sweater?”
All 300 pounds of Logan backs the force with which he drives those claws into Wade’s chest. His ribs crack, his lungs fill with blood, and it feels like fucking heaven. Warm and prickly and beautiful. Wade swears he hears an angelic choir ringing in his ears.
He grinds against Logan’s leg, dizzy from the momentary blood loss and lack of oxygen due to his punctured lungs. He spits the blood up absentmindedly as he heals, moaning softly once his voice has returned.
“You really get off on this, dontcha…Fuckin’ freak.” Logan twists his claws, but there’s something less cruel about his voice this time, he sounds more…curious. Wade’s eyes roll back into his head and he bucks his hips harder.
“What’s that make you, then? You know I like it, but you keep coming at me even though I stopped fighting back several paragraphs ago. You also keep saying things like ‘shut up’ and ‘fuck off’, ” He makes his voice low and gruff. Perfect imitation of Logan. The other man doesn’t seem to think so. “But not once have you told me to stop hitting on you. Wanna unpack that, kitty cat?”
Logan pauses, then retracts his claws swiftly. Wade chokes again as they leave his body. He misses them. The other man gives him a disapproving look and presses his leg harder into Wade’s body.
The merc gasps, groans, and rolls his hips desperately. “Mmh! Fuck, did I say the magic words?”
“...Shuddup.” Logan rumbles, then he grinds his hips roughly against Wade’s thigh in return.
Wade swallows the lump in his throat and squirms, biting down on his tongue. The merc falls into the shorter man’s rhythm, rubbing against him and pressing his leg back in turn. Far be it from him to look a gift Wolverine in the mouth.
It’s actually an embarrassingly long moment before he realizes there is no big hard tree trunk pressing against his leg, but rather a small, hot, hard heat much like his own.
The realization makes him gasp aloud. “Wait, wait, wait... you’re trans?”
“Yeah.” Logan says it like it’s a challenge.
Wade’s insides flip like a flapjack. “ And here I thought you could not physically get any more attractive.”
“Checkmate, I guess.”
“Did you know I’m—“
Logan almost laughs. More like a scoff with a dab of humor. “I told ya. Could smell that wet pussy first time we met.”
Deadpool shudders at Wolvie’s tone. Jesus, now he wants to talk? “…Like what you smell?” He asks and raises his brow ridges.
“Yeah. Now, c’mere.”
Wade shimmies and squirms until Logan’s hips shift against his and they’re crotch to crotch. The heat radiating from him puts Wade’s to shame, and he grinds directly into it.
Logan groans above him and his eyebrows soften for just a second. It’s a lovely moment, then it’s gone. Wade chases the friction between them, rocking into Logan’s motions in hopes of seeing that expression again, just for a second.
“Can we do this without the pants?” Wade gasps after a few moments of frantic rubbing. Maybe he’s pushing his luck, but you know what they say; You can’t scissor with the Wolverine without breaking a few eggs.
Logan shoots him a look.
“What? Now you’re Mister Modesty?”
Logan kind of smiles at that. He kicks the door of the car open, gets out, turns away, and takes his pants off. Wade watches with fascination, admiring the thick, and he means thick dusting of hair across Logan’s back and ass. Is it weird to want to pull on it? Who cares.
He should’ve taken his own pants off as well, but come on, he was a little bit distracted. You would be, too. He tries to squirm out of them quickly without getting out of the back seat.
“ Jesus .” Logan snorts in a tone somewhere between disgusted and amused. Dismused? Amgusted? He leans over and less than gently helps the merc with his pants and boots, then grabs him by the ankles and yanks him to the edge of the seat.
“Woah–” Wade yelps.
Wolvie braces one foot on the seat and pulls Wade closer by one ankle.
“Oh. Ohhh, okay,” Deadpool giggles as he realizes what Logan’s doing. He twists his hips compliantly and Logan slots their bodies together.
“Holy mother of fuck,” Wade gasps when they make contact.
Logan’s heat is absolutely searing. What’s even more delightful is he’s just as wet as Wade is. The merc bites his lip and tries to rock into that heat, but Logan’s got his hips dangling without leverage.
Wolverine hisses between his teeth and grinds into the other man at his own pace, which is rough and swift. He digs his nails into Wade’s hip and slings his leg over his own, grinding their swollen cocks together relentlessly.
Wade whimpers and uses the bit of leverage he now has to rock back weakly, panting as Logan uses him.
Logan’s brows are knit together in pleasure now, his fangs bared, still dripping in he and (mostly) Wade’s blood. He's beyond gorgeous. Their bodies slide against each other with a soft squelching noise, punctuated by Logan’s breathy grunts and Wade’s loud moans.
“Rub it against my hole,” Wade begs shamelessly.
Logan chuckles and complies, shifting his hips just a little bit and grinding aggressively into Wade’s dripping pussy.
Wade whimpers and squeezes the headrest of the seat next to him. Fuckfuckfuckfuuuck.
“I smell you cumming,” Logan growls softly. “Feel it, too.”
Wade whines and throws his head back, rolling his hips as waves of white hot pleasure radiate through him. Logan fucks him through it, then drops his leg unceremoniously.
His head’s still spinning as Logan grabs him by the collar and yanks him up into a sitting position, then folds the merc’s mask up over his nose.
“Suck.” He demands, cementing his hand to the back of Wade’s head.
Wade’s mouth is already open and waiting for him as Logan presses against his face. He tastes himself all over the other man, licking deep into him to get past the intrusive flavor and find more of Logan’s. The thick carpet of hair tickles his nose, but not enough to bother him.
The motherfucking Wolverine moans softly and bucks his hips, and Wade whimpers against him. That sound, this visual… fucking phenomenal.
He flattens his tongue and begins bobbing his head. Logan’s cock throbs on his tongue, so he sucks it into his mouth and hollows his cheeks, flicking his tongue across it rapidly.
Logan’s arousal is dripping down his chin, his scent thick in the younger man’s nostrils. Wade simply can’t resist touching himself, so he tugs his gloves off quickly and slides his hand between his legs to start stroking and rolling his cock between his fingers while Wolverine fucks his face.
He runs his bare hand up Logan’s thigh, probing at his entrance to gauge his reaction. Logan’s grip on the car roof tightens and he groans along with the metal, which Wade takes as permission to slide two fingers up and inside him.
The heat that seeps out is nothing compared to the furnace of Logan’s pussy. Wade moans around the other man’s cock and pumps his fingers inside him as he parts his own lips and slides his middle finger deep inside.
“Fuck,” Wolvie hisses. He clenches down around Wade’s fingers and gyrates his hips, his fingers fisting into the back of the merc’s mask. “Another.” He commands.
Wade comes up for air— that’s a lie, he comes up to say, “Yes, God of Thunder.” Before slipping a third finger into the other man and rocking his hand more aggressively.
Logan goes to shove Wade’s face back down, but Wade’s a step ahead of him again.
“Eager slut, aren’tcha?” He scoffs.
Wade nods and licks enthusiastically across Logan’s cock and the tight skin stretched around his fingers, watching the other man’s face for his every reaction. He slides another two fingers inside himself and starts to pump his hands in tandem, until he’s panting into the hairy mound of flesh he’s happy to call home for the foreseeable future.
Logan lets out a sound that makes Wade’s insides churn and tightens around his fingers. Wade doubles his efforts, fucking Logan with his fingers until the heat swells and Logan’s cum is drippng down his knuckles faster than he can lick them clean. The other man growls and huffs his way through his orgasm; When his rocking hips finally still, Wade pulls his fingers out and sticks them all in his mouth, closing his eyes and sighing happily at the taste.
“Taste good?”
Wade opens his eyes. Wolverine is in his space again, breathing heavily and smirking down at him. “ ....Mmhmm ?” He hums weakly.
“My turn.” Logan sinks to his knees just outside the car and tugs Wade’s hips to the very edge to meet his waiting tongue.
Wade almost bites his own damn fingers off. Wouldn’t be the first time. He spits the digits out of his mouth and spreads his legs as Logan goes to work immediately, ravaging Wade with his tongue like he’s a goddamn tootsie pop with a gold nugget center.
“Holy –” Wade breathes.
Logan slides his fingers inside Wade– he’s not sure how many, just that Logan’s fingers are strong, thick, and fucking him stupid within minutes. Logan’s stubble scrapes and tickles his thighs as the other man worships him from his knees. Cue Like A Prayer backtrack, please.
He steadies himself with one arm on the floor and watches, transfixed as Logan devours him. He doesn’t even notice the little stream of drool that dribbles from his lips as the car rocks gently back and forth from Logan’s assault on his pussy, or the crunch of broken glass under him.
“ L-Logan ,” The merc whines as the song in his head and his pleasure crescendo. Wade’s body tightens like a spring loaded trap. Logan looks up at him with those hazel eyes, smirks, and goes back to work. Then he fucking growls against Wade, and the sound reverberates through his pelvis and up his entire spine and he’s squirting around Logan’s crooked fingers, cumming harder than he has in years.
Logan lifts his head and gasps for air, grinning as he fucks Wade through his orgasm, then slowly withdraws his fingers as Wade slumps back into the seat.
“S-sorry,” Wade pants, barely cognitive. “I know…kitty cats…hate water.”
Logan shoots him the Shut The Fuck Up look. Wade just giggles triumphantly.