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Wade drops back into Logan's life in almost as dramatic a way as Logan did his years ago. Which is impressive, considering Logan dropped through the fucking ceiling with gunfire and claws into Wade's.
The idiot is playing at being a hero, and there will probably never be some part of Logan, somewhere deep inside, that doesn't blame himself for that. At 20, he's lying in a gutter, gutstabbed, when Logan chases away the mugger Wade had tried to fight off in someone else's defense. Logan sees red when he recognizes the trappings of a makeshift crime-fighting costume, though he feels a little bad about the chewing out he gives the kid for it when he pleads his case about doing good in the world before promptly passing out from his injuries, scaring the real hero stiff at how quickly his condition went downhill.
Three months out from their fateful second meeting, Wade is doing a fair sight better than he had been. Wade hadn't just been fighting crime in the streets- He'd been living in them. After Wade had left the hospital, Logan had watched his thin ribs fill out little by little, inch by hard fought inch, because fuck, Wade didn't want to accept help. The kid is stubborn, and the more he tries to reject the help that Logan offers him, the more involved Logan has to get. Since he's been flying solo, he's passed off most of the 'helping' to various hotlines and drop-in centers. What he does now is just fighting.
Except Wade turns his nose up at the help. Not even for the usual reasons Logan hears, either- Wade's mostly clean and doesn't fight authority solely on principle. Shelters would be happy to take him. But the only way Wade takes charity is with Logan growling the alternatives in his face.
It's meant that Logan has hung around Wade longer than he has anyone else in a while. Wade finds a new way to keep Logan on his toes every damned day, giving him pause every time he considers leaving the kid to his own devices. But despite that, they've established a rapport. Much to Wade's utter delight, he would say that they are friends.
It's a dangerous thing, being friends with the Wolverine. Which almost makes it a guarantee that Wade will never let him walk away, doesn't it?
Though the streak of stubbornness often leaves Logan seething at the younger man's antics, Logan does try to indulge Wade in all the little things normal young adults get to do. This time, it's accompanying Wade to the local mall. Wade hasn't yet managed to make many social connections after his bout of isolating tough luck, and, well, sue him- Logan really didn't like the thought of Wade being alone in the world. There was no point in saving the kid and getting him back on his feet just to see him wallow in loneliness and despair, things that had led Logan himself to self destructive behavior many times before.
So he's letting Wade lead them through the nearest shopping center, blissfully quiet at midday on a weekday. They're meandering a bit, but Logan can't find it in him to mind much. The camping store he was wanting to go to in search of quality socks is at the end of the mall, so they have to walk past all of the stores his energetic friend is bouncing around to, anyways. Wade is dragging him out of the Hallmark store with a raunchy, wholly inappropriate joke for a greeting card when something, and someone, catches his eye.
In the middle of the walkway, a man in camouflage fatigues is making eye contact with them. An army recruitment stall is set up in an old storefront behind him.
"Hey, y'know, I was thinking about maybe joining the army. Let's go peek at that, shall we~?"
Stunned silence is the only answer given as Wade darts forward. Wade? In the military? Logan has half the mind to laugh at the concept of Wade as a crew cut taking orders, but the space in his mind for increduality is quickly being lost to a deep sense of worry.
Logan steps forward after Wade. He is already chatting up the recruiter. Logan gives his name on autopilot when the man asks, but all of his attention is on Wade.
Logan is used to watching Wade flirt with everything that moved, and some things that didn't. But though Wade is leaning towards the man, pretty eyes wide and mouth running as usual, Logan can see the subtle difference between Wade recreationally flirting and Wade... genuinely engaging. Interested.
What the hell is the kid doing?
"I mean, I know everybody thinks they're gonna do something super cool, but really- I actually think I can do the special forces thing. No, really! I could give you a ton of proof about how I've got wicked cool reflexes and stuff, but I know what you guys really wanna hear, that I bet no one else thinks to say- I know it takes training, and I'm willing to put the work in."
The recruiter smiles at Wade, taken in by his pitch despite his unrelenting and sometimes disingenuous liveliness.
"Yeah? Well, a little ambition can be a good thing. Why don't you come over and grab some information on the benefits of military service?"
A guiding hand on Wade's shoulder shouldn't make Logan see red, but it does. He follows Wade. He usually dreads Wade committing public acts of stupidity, the eyes that land on them grating on Logan's nerves, but he's currently holding onto the tenuous hope that Wade's about to turn this whole thing into a joke.
Pictures of stony faced, uniformed soldiers line the table they lead Wade to, faux candid shots of 'action' filling in the spaces on glossy pamphlets.
Maybe Logan doesn't have a right to raise a card. He's fought in many a war. He'd outlived any expectation of being drafted, a concrete legal identity long since slipped through the cracks. Sure, there were some circumstances that drove him. The foggy memory of his brother's bloodlust remind him of that. But he'd chosen it, was the point. No one made him stay, because no one could have.
Maybe it was worse that all the shit in front of him seemed so unfamiliar, now. Xavier and some of the more politically involved members of the team like Hank kept an eye on military news and advances in weapons. These days, wars weren't men meeting on the battlefield with rifles, or heavy munitions spitting sprays of bullets from a distance. The last few wars he had been in, Logan couldn't believe some of the things he's seen.
And here it was- sanitized, calling to kids like Wade fucking Wilson, when his life was just starting to look like one worth living.
His face must be showing his anger. Another recruiter walks up to him, and he looks cautious.
"Sorry, I'm sure you don't want to tell just anyone, but I gotta ask... Are you Wolverine?"
Logan sighs. "Yeah. I'm Wolverine." He moves so that the stranger isn't obstructing his view of Wade and the other recruiter... The man with a laid back smile, handing a young man glossy color pamphlets that glorified laying down his life in a hundred different ways, for no damned reason...
"Wow- Insane, this is insane, man! Thank you for your service, sir- You're an American hero!"
Logan manages to not let the snarl out of his throat. "I'm Canadian."
He brushes past the man and makes a beeline for Wade. The fucking moron looks at him with glittering eyes, as if he's found a shiny object to add to a magpie collection. Wade Wilson, collecting ways to ruin his life.
"Hey, Peanut- you think I'd look good in uniform? Obviously everybody looks good in uniform, but I mean, like, head turning kinda good?"
"You'd look like an idiot." Logan hisses.
Wade takes it as their usual banter, grinning and fluttering his long lashes at him. "Well, I know hats aren't great on everyone, but I was thinking more about the fatigues."
Logan's fists clench at his sides. "What are we doin' in here, Wade?"
The young man shrugs- He doesn't miss Logan's flaring temper, but he remains nonchalant. "It just seems like a pretty viable option, y'know? I'm not one of those people with this clear path in life- Maybe this will set me on one. Maybe I'll be good at it?"
"Good at it?" Logan grabs Wade's hand, feeling the bones of his hand shift in his adamantium grip. "We need to leave."
A stubborn mood rising in Wade is practically palpable, so Logan doesn't give him the chance to start anything with that damned mouth. He yanks Wade hard by the wrist. They crash through the small band of recruiters gathered around them, all of them looking surprised as the yelping young man is dragged away by a particularly unfriendly neighborhood X-man.
Logan barely hears Wade's protests as he drags him through the mall the way they came in. The bus- He needs to get Wade on the bus. Away from here, home, safe in his apartment. He won't hear anything else until he did- couldn't.
Wade manages to dig his nails into Logan's palm in an effort to get him to let go. "Wolvie. Wolvie! Cut it out. Jesus, do you know how weird you're being right now? Really going for gold."
"I'm not being weird- What I'm doing is watching you be reckless." Logan growls. He loosens his grip slightly on Wade's wrist, and thinks with depravity that he's glad Wade is so touch starved that he won't pull away, even now.
"What am I doing that's reckless, Logan? People serve in the military all the time- a lot of the time, they just end up sitting around in a fort in the states."
The sound Logan makes is almost as jarring as the feeling of his teeth gnashing together as he growls at Wade. "The fact that you don't even know-" He doesn't know if he can look Wade in the eye right now- He would see it. See how deep a nerve he had hit, leaving Logan exposed. "That's a damned big "maybe", Wade. And you don't even understand how wars are fought anymore. How thoughtlessly death happens to fucking anyone." His voice remains a clenched-tooth whisper as he shoves the door open, dragging Wade through the sparse crowds entering and exiting the mall. "I wasn't even prepared for the last few wars, kid. Why d'you think you'd wanna die like that?"
That's the heart of the matter, isn't it? Wade once again faces something that's likely to kill him without a thought. Delusions of grandeur always pissed Logan off, but Wade's attitudes are even more egregious. He started out with so little, so painfully little of what he should have had as a young man. He's gained so much. No, it wasn't anywhere near perfect, but Logan could still see that he had so much to lose.
Wade finally snaps his hand from Logan's grip as they approach the bus stop, halting just short of the people gathered in waiting. He rounds on the older man, glaring at him. "Maybe I'd have all your ancient wisdom and experience if you'd stop getting in my way of experiencing things. How am I gonna know if I can handle the rough stuff if I'm sitting around in bubble wrap?"
Logan knows there are eyes turning to them as he raises his voice. "Doesn't mean you have to run into gunfire, you idiot! Find something a little less nuts to get yourself into, first!"
It's Wade's turn to drag Logan away, grabbing him by the wrist and evading the prying eyes. They slip into an alcove at the side of the building, secluded them in three walls of cold concrete.
Logan should listen. Let Wade speak. But anger fuels him entirely right now, and he's suddenly shoving Wade's back against the wall.
Wade gasps, managing to grab Logan's wrist and stop him from getting his hand around the younger man's neck. Those oddly fast reflexes of his... They wouldn't fucking matter if the predator before him really wanted to hurt him.
"You're fucking insane, Wade. Anyone who was a little more of an asshole than I am would think the way you wanna kill yourself is fucking pathetic."
Wade snickers, breathless as he's held against the wall. "Trust me, we haven't even touched on my various suicide attempts, Logie-bear. I don't see what that has to do with your little bitch fit." He bares his teeth slightly at Logan, eyes flaring with unspoken challenge.
"This? The superhero shtick? I told you, motherfucker, you've got better shit to do than throw your life away!" The mutant shakes Wade like a rag doll, one hand coming between the other man's head and the concrete wall, not quite planning to beat his brains out. "But it's dog with a fucking bone with you."
Wade falls limp in Logan's hold- not in submission, but in a typical act of theatricality. "Oh my god, you are overreacting so badly! Crazypants says "what"? I just wanna live a little bit!"
Logan's breath spills hot across Wade's face as he growls. "Oh, yeah, your experiences. I've got plenty I could tell you about. I'll tell you everything you wanna know about that'll happen to you. You, the guy who can be clocked from a mile off." His movements are rough as he presses his thigh between Wade's legs. He grips Wade's hair to keep him in place and grabs his hip, pulling him down against his thigh until the other man grunts in pain.
"Well, when in Rome..." Wade says in a strangled gasp.
"Oh, you have no idea what you just got yourself into with that mouth, Wade. You never do. That's why everyone's gonna have a piece of you if you join up." Logan growls.
It's too quick for Wade to get his hands up when the mutant spins him and pins him to face the wall, leaving his face to scrape against the rough brick of the wall.
Logan's teeth sink into the juncture between shoulder and neck. It's not the first time they've been in a compromising position together. It's not as hard as Wade knows the mutant could bite. But, fuck, it is the first time Logan has bitten him at all, and it makes Wade jolt, body going stiff on instinct. A prey animal bracing for the killing blow.
Logan shakes him roughly again after he unlatches his teeth from Wade's skin. "There's gonna be a line out the door for you, pretty boy." He shoves Wade's shirt up, digging his nails hard into the V of Wade's hips, narrowly avoiding the jut of his hip bones, where there is still no fat or muscle to cushion them. He pulls the younger man back, grinding his growing erection hard against Wade's ass. "And once they start in on you, they aren't gonna stop."
Wade's panting hard as he gasps out against the wall. "You're, ah, being dramatic..."
"You think you can take it." Logan paws harshly at the button and zipper of Wade's jeans. It draws a high yel from him when Logan wastes no time in pulling his jeans down and clapping a hand hard against Wade's ass. "But I'm not done talking yet. Just you wait and see how bad it's gonna get."
They're woefully unprepared for what's obviously going to happen. But nothing except the anger and the fear in Logan have a voice right now. "You'll be lucky if they don't waste some of their spit on your fucking face." He snarls to the man pinned below him. "At least a few of 'em will shove their dicks in your mouth first, so there's that." He pulls back just enough to pull his own cock out of his pants, now rock hard.
Wade laughs, and though it's a breathless little thing, it along with the pounding of his heart makes a cacophony in Logan's ears. "You're a sick puppy, Peanut."
"So are you." He won't be able to do this the way he wants with Wade standing. Logan throws Wade's balance off with a rough tug of his hips and drops him down to his knees on the dirty pavement. He grabs Wade's ankles and rips his jeans down, making quick work of getting them over the younger man's shoes, despite the way he's still scrambling and squirming at the sudden change in position. The scrape of pebbles adds another layer of sound that Logan can't process, ratcheting his agitation higher. He follows Wade down to kneel behind him, pressing the hard line of his cock against Wade's flawless bare skin. "Gonna be a fucking challenge, even for a little slut like you, Wade. They're not gonna stop using you til they're satisfied." Logan reaches around to paw at Wade's face, feeling over one pretty cheek until he finds his mouth.
Wade is rough and uses his teeth as he takes Logan's fingers into his mouth, but then, Logan isn't gentle about shoving in past his lips at all. Logan touches most everyplace in Wade's mouth he can reach, short of making him wretch. He needs all the spit he can get from the man beneath him.
"Might actually be nice to be a guy a little later down the line- Don't have to worry about lube. You know not all of them are gonna have condoms to use, or they won't wanna." Logan claps his hand down on Wade's ass again, hissing when it makes Wade press his teeth hard into the fingers in his mouth. Logan pulls them out. "But that's jumpin' the gun- Let's see if you can even take one." His cock drips against Wade's ass as he drags the man beneath him into a better position- less in danger of smashing his face against the wall- as if Logan's next move isn't to press his cheek into the ground as soon as he has Wade where he wants him.
Logan doesn't often indulge Wade in fucking him, but that hasn't stopped Wade from presenting himself to his older friend just like this a few times. Logan had always thought first and foremost of his fear of hurting him. Anticipating fucking him now is so freeing, hesitation gone. He's so fucking gorgeous, just like Logan's been spitting in his ear, presented as a problem.
Logan grabs one of those soft cheeks, spreading them to further bare Wade's asshole. He doesn't tease, going straight for his rim with his wet fingers- He needs all of his spit to go right where it is needed, though he'd love to see everything he has to offer over every part of Wade's body.
Wade lets out a ragged moan as Logan prods his middle finger hard at the tight ring of muscle. No matter how much of a slut he is for a bit of cock, he's apprehensive and tense. Logan just pushes as hard as he needs to, until Wade gives for him. Logan works into him with twists of his finger and quick, shallow thrusts, aiming to open his hole fast.
"Even if you can take the way I wreck your hole, you're gonna have to take it again, and again, and fucking again." Logan snarls. Wade's ass takes him all the way, so he shoves the next finger into him, prying at his rim with the tips of both of them before restarting the rhythm of shallow thrusts to inch his way in. Wade starts to struggle with the second finger, breaths coming through gritted teeth where his face is pinned to the ground. Still, his legs remain spread.
"How long do you think you'll be good like this, when you're being treated like a piece of fuck meat? There's gonna be boots on your back, some perverted little fuck holding your hands above your head." Logan decides to provide a balm to the biting, filthy words by touching his prostate, gliding slowly over it before thrusting his fingers in all the way. Fuck, it would be better if it was a smooth, slick slide- but a lot of details would make this better. Logan couldn't stop now.
Wade shudders and clenches on Logan's fingers after a few teasing presses on his sweet spot. "Fuck, right there! 'S so good!" He cries, voice pinched and breathless.
"Better hope someone hits that lil' fun button while they plow you- Probably the only way you're gonna cum, kid." Wade wouldn't get care if he went off to risk his life, not without the X-Man he'd somehow wrapped around his finger. Logan cared. Logan was right there, and he just has to show Wade. The spit is just about dried up, at this point- Logan pulls Wade open, hand on the swell of his ass, fingers spread inside of him, aiming a mouthful of spit straight at Wade's hole. Wade shivers- Logan can't imagine that no one has ever done this to him, considering the nature of youthful fumblings, but Wade seems affected by it nonetheless.
"Logan, fuck- gonna put another finger in me? Please?" Logan doesn't know whether he's begging to be prepped more, or because he's ready to be filled more. Either way, he knows that he doesn't like that Wade can still form sentences, so he rushes to give him more.
Wade's panting hard by the time Logan's worked three fingers all the way in, the palm of his hand beating out a quiet tempo of claps against his cheeks. Logan's rarely heard the young man so quiet. He doesn't need words to tell that Wade is ready, though. Logan pulls his fingers from his pretty, rubbed-red hole and plants one foot on the ground next to Wade's side, higher than his hip, fully intending to put power behind his movements. He laves the palm of his own hand again and again with hot spit, then takes his stiff cock in hand, twitching at the first touch since he'd rubbed against Wade's ass.
He's still got his hand on the back of Wade's head, but the man quickly frees one arm from underneath him and uses it to cradle his cheek. Logan isn't about to take the time to correct him, everything in him burning feverishly to have him now.
There's a strong possibility that someone hears the first cry that Wade lets out as Logan slams his cock into his ass, but any other sounds die in his throat as the thrusts just keep coming. Logan pulls Wade down by the hip each time he sinks himself deep into his hot body. He's watching Wade's small, lithe form go taut as he's bounced back and forth, muscles straining with the effort not to collapse onto the ground.
"Fuck, that's it." Logan gasps. "Feel so fucking good around my prick, Wade. You can't- fuck, you can't go out there and let just anyone use this little hole." He released his hold on Wade's head to press a hand to his belly, leaving only his chest pressed to the ground, the angle pressing his cock right against Wade's prostate. He could pick Wade's whole lower half up if he wants to, and fuck, the soft sounds he makes are driving the animal in Logan's brain wild.
Wade throws his head back as his swaying cock starts dripping, his face flush as his body is used. Still so fucking pretty, even when he's probably on the edge of breaking.
"You like that, Wade? You like men spreading your legs and fucking your god damned brains out, you stupid fucking asshole?" Logan slaps Wade's ass hard- all the spots he's hit have started to flare red under his assault
"Logan-!" Wade can't catch his breath enough to get anything else out, but he arches his back to push his hips up towards Logan's. Fuck, he could feel something- a bump. The bump of his fucking cock, inside Wade. The slimness of his abdomen does nothing to hide the place where the older man's cock slams deep into him. Could Wade feel that? Logan had to make him cum, Wade was giving him everything. He takes Wade's cock in hand, and fuck, he feels so wet that he's sure for a second that Wade has already had an orgasm.
"Oh fuck- Logan, I'm gonna cum! With me, hah-" His hands scrabble on the ground for purchase. "In me! In me, cum in me!" Wade peeks back at Logan- for the first time, Logan thinks, but maybe he just hasn't noticed. His cheek has fine scrapes on it, and his big brown eyes shine with tears, dark in the low light. He looks too much like the little scrap of a thing Logan sometimes mistakenly thinks he is. It still petrifies the fucking Wolverine to meet his eyes, now. He's powerless to do anything about it now, though, brain barely directing the hard drive of his hips, all animal instinct now.
"Fuck- Lucky you get to cum so quickly, huh? You little- Shit!- You little cock slut. God fucking dammit, Wade..." He tells himself he's not trying to escape those Bambi eyes when he leans over Wade, blanketing the younger man's body with his own. He's in charge. He can be close to Wade if he fucking wants to, even if this was supposed to be something different. Even if it comes dangerously close to an embrace rather than aggression. "God dammit Wade." He thumbs the leaking slit of Wade's cock, and when Wade clenches, the hot feeling of building pleasure in his pelvis reaches a tingling peek. His balls draw up, and he growls against Wade's neck as he shoots his cum deep into the man beneath him. He has a vague fear that he'll taste blood as his teeth sink into Wade's skin, bit he manages to limit himself to sweat and the stink of sex, the bite still enough that it will certainly bruise.
Wade's squirming desperately on his cock, unable to escape the onslaught, speared on him and stroked by him and dug into by his sharp teeth. He gets what he wants with the next thrust Logan gives him- his legs tremble as he cums, dripping on the ground beneath him, filling Logan's nose with bitter scent.
They just had sex, Logan thinks dumbly. The Wolverine just fucked his young friend in a loading dock on the cold hard ground with all the anger of one hundred seventy five years of wartime trauma.
Reality hits him like a bucket of ice water over the head, snuffing out the lingering pleasure of his orgasm. Fuck. He lets go of Wade's neck, straightening up slowly, his own panting making his ears ring. Not Wade- Wade sounds so fucking sweet, still whimpering with each breath, soft, vulnerable. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he's fucked up so badly. "Wade..."
"Hi, Logan~" Wade rolls his face around in the crook of his elbow, as if he's nuzzling into his pillow at home, in his bed. His hair is rumpled, and he looks back at his friend with bleary eyes, crinkled at the corners with the smile he gives the older man. "That was wild, Wolvie. You really get into roleplaying, big guy. Hope cumming was a good first step in removing the stick from your ass- The first step is admitting you have a problem, then fucking about it."
"I..." How does he ask Wade if he's okay, now? Okay from what- A three hundred-something pound killer slamming him to the ground? Fucking him no lube? Having a cock distend his fucking insides? "I...I should have been more careful." He swallows around the lump in his throat. He's a hero, fallen though he is, and he's going to do the right thing no matter how much he hates himself. He's going to make sure Wade is okay. "Did I hurt you?"
"Not more than I could take." Wade chirps back at him. "My knees are killing me, though- Roll a lady on her side and give her a little spoon, would ya? Actually, don't do that, grab me my pants- We're lucky we haven't been caught yet. But keep it in mind, you know I love my Wolvie cuddles."
Logan knows what Wade has taken. Assaults of every form on his mind, his body, his soul. He understands intimately that the wires get crossed, after a while- He won't fault anyone a little bit of masochism. But Wade was supposed to have a choice, now. The power of pain was supposed to be solely in his hands, now, with the understanding that he'd be taught lessons to learn to use it wisely.
What lesson did Logan just teach him? If Wade had made his choice clear, had denied him...
He didn't. Logan pulls out slowly and carefully, pulling Wade close even though it leaves the aftermath of their tryst running down the inseam of his jeans. Wade hadn't tried to fight him. Logan sits down with Wade in his lap, not wanting him to touch the rough concrete again. Concrete he'd stayed on to let the Wolverine fuck him. He'd stayed. Logan reaches out and drags Wade's pants and underwear back towards them. His hands hesitate over the scraped skin of Wade's knees before he brushes little rocks gently from him, touching him like he's made of glass.
Wade hates it when Logan treats him like glass, but funnily enough, touching Wade any differently than that might shatter the Wolverine himself.
Once again, if Wade doesn't like what he's doing, he doesn't say anything about it. Logan shouldn't be questioning that, if Wade is really doing what he wants. Or maybe he should be questioning it a lot more. Logan helps him dress, painfully little else he can do to cover up the shamefulness of what just happened. He should clean him. He should hold him. He should beg for forgiveness at his feet.
Wade sways a little as he stands, but his grin doesn't falter. "That was really good. Not gonna make me walk home, are ya?"
"No." It's only one syllable, and it's all Logan can do to keep his voice from cracking on it.
"Mmm, let's slowly meander over to the bus stop, then- Maybe if we take an extra minute, I'll stop walking like a baby deer. If we sit down, my legs are definitely gonna take it as a sign to turn in after their long day." Wade looks into his eyes, smiles, and pats Logan's chest, like everything about the encounter was casual. "You do make it hard to want to leave, Peanut. I think you've almost convinced me."
There was another transgression to add to the list- the one before all of the others. The first time Wade Wilson proved he didn't value his life was when he chose to stay alongside the Wolverine.