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Wade’s had his cute new pet for nine days.
Nine fantastic, freaky, fucking wonderful days.
Any time he gets unruly, Wade’s quick to shower him in sexual affection and take his mind off any troubles he may think he has.
For the most part, he’s a good boy. A very, very good boy. He hardly even flinches when Wade takes chunks out of him while he’s fucking him from behind. Logan grunts and groans and even encourages it with no prompting on Wade’s behalf. He grumbles and insists otherwise, but Wade’s certain of it — Logan enjoys being his fuckable snack.
The problem is, when they met, Logan had…in a way, bested him.
Blergh. Feels wrong even thinking such a thing… Besting Wade?
Absurd.
No, Wade hadn’t put up much of a fight because he thought Logan would be dead shortly after, so letting him…inside hadn't been such a daunting thought. It should’ve been a throw-away guilty pleasure nobody would’ve been the wiser about. But now, he associates Logan’s weathered, stupid, beautiful face with being held down and penetrated, which his instincts insist is a massive failure on his part.
So he fucks the human from behind and stuffs his tentacles down his throat so Logan can’t tempt him with that rich, thick voice of his or those stormy hazel eyes.
He keeps fucking thinking about it, though.
For his kind, position matters. They’re hermaphroditic. The only deciding factor on who carries the young is who’s bigger, stronger and meaner. To submit is weakness. To do so willingly? Downright shameful.
Logan was warmer than anything he’s ever felt. Wade can count on one hand the number of mates he’s allowed to penetrate him, and they’ve all ended up dead. Had Wade known Logan was essentially immortal, he’d have put up a much better fight.
Or at least, that’s what he tells himself as he’s rubbing his webbed fingers up and down his slit, through the slickness leaking from him at the memory of Logan’s cock and the warm flood of his seed…
Fucker.
Wade grumbles in defeat as he snakes a tentacle up his own body, teasing his cloaca open fully — it’s not difficult. He wraps a hand around his length once it’s fully emerged, then starts easing the tentacle into himself. It’s a slow stretch at first, but once he reaches the right thickness, he’s able to pretend it’s Logan buried inside him instead.
“God,” the kraken exhales, shuddering as he starts to pump the tentacle in and out, in and out, trying to remember the way Logan’s hips moved and mimic them. In his mind, he’s letting the human bite his throat and touch his sensitive stomach freely, happily begging for more.
~
Logan is slowly pulled from his slumber, nostrils flared, inhaling deeply once he’s fully conscious.
Sex. Wade.
He grunts and sits up straight, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
The bed Wade’s made him is…actually not that bad. The kraken has collected a lot of clothing and other items over the years, which he stashes in areas of his lair that the water can’t touch. Logan’s “room” is one of these higher sections of the cave system.
He’s got a bed made of various blankets, pillows, and other soft things Wade’s scavenged. He’s brought food and fresh water. From where, Logan’s got no idea. Mostly fresh seafood, though Wade managed to bring him a cheeseburger at one point. Crushed flat as roadkill, but dry thanks to being wrapped in several plastic bags. Logan suspects Wade’s terrorizing pier goers somewhere—typical sea monster behavior.
Logan wears the clothes Wade gives him sometimes, but there’s little pressure to cater to his more human mannerisms in Wade’s lair. Unless he’s cold, he chooses to remain naked. Better than soggy clothes. It’s freeing, in a way.
He quickly and quietly makes his way down the ledges of the caves. Thanks to the bioluminescent algae Wade has gathered and brought in, Logan’s got just enough light to see his way around. He’s got a lantern in his sleeping area as well, but he’s being stealthy. Can’t go blowing his cover with a bright light.
He quietly creeps up on the kraken, following his ears.
What he finds leaves him grinning.
Wade’s on the rock shelf just above his favorite tidepool, tentacles splayed out and dangling in the water. He’s lying on his back with one arm thrown over his eyes, the other hand wrapped around his blue-flushed cock. Not only that, but he’s got one tentacle buried in his own cunt, fucking himself roughly with it. He almost doesn’t even look like Wade — he’s turned pale shades of pink, yellow, and blue that Logan didn’t even know he could replicate. The slick squelching of his slippery skin, coupled with the breathy little trills and moans falling from his lips have Logan hard and throbbing in no time.
Wade hasn’t let Logan back inside him since he dragged him down here. He got lucky that first time, but after that, Wade’s been very persistent with his positioning. The kraken is a top. Logan’s not complaining—Wade fucks like he knows Logan’s body better than he does, and it’s never left him dissatisfied, but he can’t forget how good it felt…
Logan drops one hand, strokes his cock in time with Wade’s tentacle, biting his lip as he tries to decide what to do. It takes one more poorly muffled moan from Wade to drag Logan out of his crouching position behind a small rock outcropping. He approaches as quietly as he can on all fours, and with Wade distracted, he’s able to get right up close to him before Wade senses the vibrations and his honey colored eyes snap open.
Those soft colors are gone instantly, replaced by angry red and black.
Logan leans over him with a predatory grin. “Need a hand, Red?” He asks as he runs his hand up the tentacle Wade’s still got stuffed inside himself, following it all the way to his opening, stretched wide and visibly pulsing.
Wade grunts and arches into the touch when Logan prods the sensitive flesh, slipping his fingers around the excess slickness and dipping them inside Wade just a bit.
“Back off…” Wade hisses softly.
“Make me,” Logan challenges, sliding two fingers inside.
The kraken’s tentacle quivers and churns, he can feel the suckers latching onto his fingers, the rest of it winding around Logan’s arm. Wade could stop him any number of ways, but he chooses not to. Logan raises an eyebrow as he works his hand forward and back, finger-fucking Wade with shallow pumps.
“Why’s it so hard for you to admit you like this?” Logan asks.
“I…don’t, you’re, aghh…you’re delulu, booboo,” Wade insists, but both his voice and pussy are both dripping with excitement. His tentacles even adding a little bit of force to the thrusts now.
Logan’s not sure if Wade’s ever fully aware what his tentacles are up to, but this one certainly didn’t get the memo. His colors have also become less aggressive, slowly shifting back to his normal shades of red and peach. Only the flush of blue on his face, fins and genitals remains the same throughout. He’s a pretty thing.
“Y’do. Yer a lousy liar, bub.” Logan says with a soft snort. “You want me to fuck you,”— Wade visibly tenses at that—“but I won’t. Not unless you admit it.”
The kraken looks utterly disappointed. Logan didn’t know he could pout. “...Good, ‘chase that ain’t fucking happening,” he says after an awkward pause. He looks Logan up and down suspiciously, fins twitching. “Why are you still smiling at me like that, you freaky little human?”
“S’other things I can do to you.”
Logan withdraws his fingers, and Wade’s tentacle, seeing as it’s stuck to his hand. He lifts it to his mouth and licks along Wade’s suckers, digging out the taste of him from between the crevices. Tentacles in his mouth are a familiar sensation at this point, but the velvety glide of malleable skin is still thrilling. His cock throbs with need as he savors the flavor: a bit salty, rich, somehow earthy and almost sweet on his tongue.
“Fuck,” he sighs, “tastes good.”
“What’re you—ah!” Wade’s tentacles curl up on themselves in perfect spirals when Logan gets on his knees and leans down to run his tongue between his engorged folds.
Wade tastes even better straight from the source, hot and thick and sticky. Logan exhales heavily through his nose and presses his face deeper into that slick heat, licking deep into Wade’s hole. It’s already loose from fucking himself open, so wet Logan might drown if he’s not careful. He moans at the taste of Wade on his tongue, sucking on the hot mounds of flesh on either side when he needs to pull away for air. He narrows his tongue and drives it as deep as he can, trying to lap up every trace he can of his lover’s flavor. Like he’s starved for it.
Lover.
That’s… weird.
Best not to dwell on it.
While he devours Wade, he wraps one hand around his pretty blue cock as well, stroking him teasingly. He can feel just how much Wade likes the attention, twitching and leaking almost in sync with Logan’s mouth on him.
He imagines he could do this for hours. He could probably get off without touching himself too, if Wade keeps making those needy, barely stifled little noises…
~
It feels like Logan’s trying to fuck him with his tongue, grunting and moaning into his folds from time to time. He’s certainly enjoying himself. Logan repeatedly licks long lines through his opening and straight up his cock, where he laps up the precum dribbling from Wade as well. Not a drop goes to waste. He’s not sure how long Logan’s down there, but it’s driving him mad.
“Haah… fuck… nnn…” Wade whines, biting his lip and squirming. “I… fuck.”
When Logan lifts his face, thick strands of glistening slick dribble from his cheeks and chin. His facial hair is filthy with it. He looks at Wade with predatory eyes, licking his lips like he just can’t get enough.
He looks like a wild creature who’s been interrupted while feeding. “S’that, Red?”
Wade wants Logan to fuck him. He’s physically aching, can feel himself clenching around nothing so hard his muscles twinge. He’s so close to breaking down and asking for it...
“What are you doing?” He asks instead.
“Eatin’ you out. Nobody’s ever gone down on you, have they?”
Wade swallows, shaking his head.
“How ‘bout this?” Logan asks before wrapping his warm lips around the tip of Wade’s cock and sucking.
The human’s mouth is boiling hot. It feels so fucking good, Wade can’t help thrusting up into the heat. Logan’s teeth graze him, but it doesn’t put him off one bit. In fact, he likes the hint of danger. The human grunts around him and takes his length with minimal struggle, choking only a little before he settles and swallows Wade down whole.
Oh, he’s done this a lot.
No fair.
“Holy fucking shit,” Wade grits out.
Logan makes a satisfied noise around him and Wade shudders. Then, thick fingers are rubbing his opening again, teasing but not penetrating. Wade goes a bit cross-eyed, delirious with how badly he needs it.
“Logan,” he gasps out, thrusting into the human’s willing mouth.
“Mmm?” Logan hums with an upward inflection, slipping his fingers inside.
“Fuck,” the kraken whines, rolling his hips into it. “Fuck, fuck.”
Logan lifts his head, grinning up at Wade. “Ready to admit you want my dick?”
Wade shakes his head stubbornly.
The mutant shrugs and goes back to work with his mouth and hand. He sinks down all the way, does something so good with his tongue — he flattens it and slides it forward and back without moving his head, throat constricting — that little trick makes Wade choke on a curse. Logan keeps fucking doing it, swallowing him in time with well-placed jabs of his fingers.
Wade climaxes with a strangled whine, but he doesn’t cum. His body clenches around Logan’s fingers inside him and he sees stars, but there is no physical release, because he’s not getting what he wants.
Needs?
Fucking fuck fuckity fuck fuck. FUCK.
“I… Okay, listen. I c-can’t just… roll over for you,” Wade stutters, at the end of his rope. Logan lifts his head and Wade’s oversensitive cock slips from his mouth with a soft pop. “Ohmyfuhh... Okay. I need you to, uh… take it. From me. Like… win it.” He says the last part softly and guiltily, because sharing that information feels almost as damning as showing his belly.
Logan pauses, looking at him with dark, inquisitive eyes.
Wade feels flayed open.
“Is this a sea monster thing?” he asks.
With a heavy exhale, Wade nods.
“…Okay, bub. I think I get it.” Logan pulls his fingers out and stands up. Wade blinks up at him, confused for a split second, before the mutant grabs him under the arms and drags him farther away from the water in a flash.
“Put me down, fuckface!” Wade shouts, trying to trip him with his tentacles.
“Y’can do better than that,” Logan growls, sturdy as a damn concrete pillar and pushing him up against the cave wall.
The rocks scrape Wade’s soft back. He shudders when Logan presses against him, then drags him an inch or so farther down the wall, the perfect height to rub the head of his dick against Wade’s opening. Wade winds his tentacles around the mutant’s legs more tightly, but Logan’s so much stronger when Wade’s not using his song to subdue him.
Part of him wants to use it, to regain some control over the situation. A bigger part of him wants to say fuck it and submit, but he just can't.
Wade does use his song, but not to level the playing field. “Don’t go easy on me, Peanut.”
The way his human’s eyes glaze over in response is a lovely sight.
The kraken hisses, pushing a tentacle between himself and Logan and shoving him off with force. Logan falls on his ass with a grunt, and Wade hits the cave floor with a wet plop. His tentacles are a writhing mass as he makes for the water, but Logan grabs several of his limbs and drags him right back, straddling him with a grin.
~
Though he didn’t need Wade’s song to drive him, it adds fuel to the fire in Logan’s core. He’s got the kraken exactly where he wants him: belly up, glaring at him with deep amber eyes and poorly masked want.
Logan catches the creature’s claws when Wade swipes at him with one hand, but allows the other set to sink into his bicep. All four claws dig in so deep they scrape metal. Logan groans and leans in to press his lips to Wade’s.
He hasn’t kissed the creature since they met. Wade melts underneath him and even whines quietly while pressing closer. Their cocks brush and Logan growls deep in his chest, rutting back with more force. Wade’s slippery cunt slides against him, but he doesn't slip inside. He thrusts upward, sliding through those flushed folds and against Wade’s squishy cock at the same time. He can feel the creature pulsing for him as they kiss. He’s thoroughly enjoying toying with his captor when Wade gives a particularly melodic whine, shifting his hips unexpectedly and impaling himself on Logan’s dick.
“Fuck,” Logan grits out against Wade’s scarred lips. “Yeah.”
How can he be so goddamn slick but also so tight? Logan can’t help twitching his hips just a little bit, though he refrains from thrusting. He wants to enjoy it thoroughly this time. He’s also still holding out in the hopes of breaking Wade, just a little bit.
“Seastars from hell,” Wade mumbles, trembling.
“S’nice, isn’t it?” Logan breathes, licking along Wade’s jaw and up to a fleshy fin. The blue-flushed skin is warm in his mouth, such a pleasant and tempting texture that Logan has to resist sinking his fangs right through it.
“Hnngh…” is all Wade answers with, though he clenches when Logan speaks to him.
The feeling is so delicious Logan has to chase it. “Mmm. Like my dick in you, sweetheart? Oh, fuck.” Wade’s body ripples and shudders, gripping him like a vice. The kraken refuses to answer, though, and Logan can’t help being a little cruel. “Yeah, y’do…Feel ya twitchin’ around me…feels so fuckin’ good t’be inside you again...”
“Move,” Wade demands, exasperated and ruined.
Logan loves doing this to him. It feels like a small reclamation of power in his impossible situation. “Ask me nice, or make me,” he says with a smirk. He’s happy to wait, or to let Wade’s sweet song guide him.
However, Wade carves out his own third option. He groans in frustration and lifts his hips, bucking up against Logan. He gasps and whines, beginning to undulate his flexible body against Logan, effectively fucking himself.
Logan’s mouth drops open and he shudders, nails scraping the cave floor. “Guess…that’s another way t’do it,” he groans with a hint of amusement.
The kraken makes a melodic noise, a cross between annoyance and pleasure. Logan chuckles, low and breathy, watching Wade’s face soften as he moves. The deep crinkle in his brow ridges eases and his lips part slightly, revealing the tips of pointed teeth that Logan can’t even look at without imagining them in his skin anymore…
And here’s the thing. Wade is completely at his mercy right now. He could slice him to shreds. He could try to escape.
But he doesn’t want to.
Jesus, he is fucked.
Logan lets Wade use him, keeping his hips angled just right for Wade to slide back and forth, up and down on his cock. He’s shaking with the effort it takes to keep still; he has to do something with his hands. He rests his weight on his knees, feels the rocks scraping them up as he slides his hands down Wade’s sides, thumbing his hip bones and tracing his fingertips across the sensitive openings just below them. The holes snap shut momentarily, then flicker back open. Logan knows these are Wade’s gills, so he’s gentle as he dips his fingers into the openings. Wade’s body tightens around him and he whines loudly.
“S’that hurt?” Logan asks even though he knows the answer. He’s just trying to get Wade talking again.
“No…” The kraken whispers. He starts to rock more forcefully against Logan, his velvety inner walls convulsing.
Logan’s dying to fuck him properly, but he wants to give Wade one last shot at earning it.
“Gettin’ real close, I can feel it…all y’gotta do is ask, and I’ll give it to you.”
He can see how close Wade is to breaking. He rolls his hips ever so gently, stirring Wade up with his cock just enough to make him cry out with a weak moan.
The kraken’s colors shift to that gorgeous array of pastels he’d seen earlier and the tension in Wade’s body dissolves. His tentacles stop wandering so much, latching onto Logan instead.
“Fuck me,” Wade pants. “Please, please, just fuck me…”
Logan doesn’t keep him waiting a second longer. He snaps his hips forward, draws back as far as he can without pulling out, and keeps that rhythm. Wade wraps his arms around Logan and pulls him close, and every little sound that falls from his lips is more gorgeous, more desperate than the last.
“Mmph— was it worth— all that fuss, darlin’?” Logan pants.
“Shuddup…harder,” Wade sings, and Logan’s powerless against his command.
He snarls, nostrils flaring as he rears his head and pounds into Wade’s dripping cunt like a man possessed.
~
Wade can’t believe he’s gone soft for this fucking human, his dinner, his pet. But somehow, here he is, willingly showing another living creature his submissive colors for the first time in his life. An unkillable being, for that matter.
That fact is still creeping at the edges of his thoughts, but the closer Wade gets to his climax, the less concerned he is about it. Soft wet slaps echo through the cave along with Wade’s trilling moans, Logan’s heavy breathing and the occasional growl or grunt. His mouth roams across Wade’s throat, lapping at the skin and giving him teasing little nips with those sharp fangs. Wade’s seconds away from asking for those, too, but Logan must’ve read his mind or something, because he bites down at the juncture of Wade’s throat and shoulder right as the kraken opens his mouth to beg.
Wade cries out softly, clawing at his back. The human’s so fucking thick, scalding hot and hard as the metal claws Wade wishes were buried inside him the same way, pinning him, spilling his blood while he spills his seed inside—
“Logan,” Wade gasps suddenly, as if the thought alone is sharp enough to have pierced his lungs. “Please…”
Logan snarls, flexing his jaw and jerking his head just a little bit. Wade yelps as his skin tears open farther. The human’s thrusts become a little less aggressive, and he falls into a different pace, pressing his hips flush against Wade’s and fucking him deep. Wade’s not sure if he’s about to cum or if he’s cumming already, but he just needs Logan to—
“Cum, cum inside me,” Wade sings weakly, throat flickering with light on only one side because Logan’s damaged one of his song organs.
His song should have no effect like this, but Logan reacts as if it does, moaning as he lifts his head to look Wade in the eyes. His mouth is slack and dripping with blue blood, pupils blown so wide there’s scarcely a hint of color left. Wade wonders if their offspring would have those same hazel eyes or be stuck with yellow like himself.
Wade isn’t given time to chew on that thought because Logan sinks his teeth into the front of Wade’s throat — his softest, most vulnerable place — and Wade arches into it like he’s ready to die. Logan clamps down on him and Wade feels the flood of his release; hot, tacky, copious. The warmth alone triggers Wade’s orgasm. His excited hole tightens significantly around Logan as he cums, and Logan’s snarl into his throat makes Wade feel safe and cared for and loved.
~
Logan’s expecting Wade to snap at him once they’ve finished, but he takes the rare opportunity he’s given to stay close to the kraken when he’s not shoved away immediately. Wade is much warmer than normal, not quite dry but definitely not wet and slippery like he usually is. His tentacles are limp and heavy, though firmly attached to Logan anywhere they can reach. He needs to get back in the water soon.
When he tries to pull out, a choked groan is ripped from Logan’s chest at the sudden clamping. Wade tenses and squeezes him with his tentacles, shaking his head.
“Can’t yet,” he whines.
“Why?” Logan wheezes at the feeling of Wade’s body literally holding him hostage.
“Need it to take,” the kraken whispers.
Logan raises his eyebrows, shifting to get a look at Wade’s face, though they’re still so close together that it’s difficult to lean back far enough. He’s still that soft pink color, but Logan can see the reservation creeping up in his expression.
“You tryna get pregnant, bub?” Logan laughs. “Don’t think it’s gonna work… on account of us bein’ different species ‘n all.”
“Yes— no— I’m not. Shut up,” the creature grumbles, but he’s rippling under Logan, inside and out. “It's for that, yeah, but I’m not fucking doing it on purpose—”
“Y’want me to breed you.”
Wade’s face flushes a deep shade of blue and his fins flatten. His impossibly tight hole squeezes down even tighter at the mere mention of it. Logan’s oversensitive, but it feels lovely.
“I wish I could fucking kill you,” Wade hisses without a lick of venom.
“Go ahead, sugar. You must be hungry after taking my cock so well— Hhrrk!”
Well, he did ask for it… So he’s not too surprised when Wade rips his throat open. And Logan? He’s grinning like a lunatic as Wade tears him apart with teeth and tentacles, right up until he blacks out.
He knows he’ll wake in a soft nest with fresh food and doting tentacles in a matter of hours.