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“You don’t want this, bub,” were the warning words from Logan’s mouth. He sounded like he was actually affected by something for the first time. Like this was uncharted territory for him.
Wade was unfazed. He enjoyed getting a rise out of the other man. Logan had a certain unflappable quality to him, so it was even better when something he said actually had an effect on the man. It helped too, of course, that the guy was all wild facial hair and oily muscles.
“I very clearly do. Feel,” Wade commanded, laying a splayed hand over his suit-covered crotch and pushing downwards, hissing at the contact between his hand and his dick, even through two layers.
They were in that stupid beat-down car, lucky the seats could be put all the way back. Logan sat with his back against the window, legs stretched, and Wade had found a little place between them to sit his ass down and get his dick as close to Logan’s. The fighting had made him horny. It tended to do that. Now, all he really wanted was for Logan to be so pissed off again, as he had been earlier. It was so fucking hot, Wade thought, the way Logan had thrown him through the car’s front window. If only he’d use that anger for something else, preferably something anal sex related.
Logan made a noise that was caught between a sigh and a growl. Lightning-quick, his hand went between Wade’s back and pushed him closer, causing Wade to fall backwards a bit, cushioned by Logan’s lower legs, his hand still very much on Wade’s ass. Wade breathed.
“I want you to fuck me,” he said, before even registering that he was going to say it. Logan huffed, his other hand moving to prod at Wade’s dick, stroking a line over his taint and finally thumbing at his hole, the stretchiness of his suit’s fabric allowing the tip of his finger to go in. He wasn’t gentle. Wade loved it.
“How do you want me? Like this? Or on my stomach, so you can really ram in there,” Wade started saying, a grin forming on his face. “You strike me as the type of guy who likes his fucks as unpersonal as possible. I don’t mind, by the way. You can pretend I’m whoever you want me to be. Ooh, who do you want me to be?”
“Shut up,” Logan said, and it sounded like a warning. He grabbed the fabric of Wade’s suit over his stomach and pulled at it, hard, ripping the fabric and freeing Wade’s cock, which slapped against his stomach with an obscene thwack.
“Woah, hey-” Wade stammered, “The suit doesn’t actually have regenerative abilities. How am I going to save the world with my dick out?”
“You’ll manage,” Logan said, through gritted teeth. With a new playing field raised, Logan took Wade’s dick into his hand, roughly jerking him off, and ooh, his hands were massive. Wade wasn’t usually concerned about his dick being small (It was perfectly adequate, thank you) but Logan’s hands dwarfed it in comparison.
Logan was rough, his hand white-hot and dry, only easing up when a glob of precum spilled out and coated the palm of his hand. He only jerked up-and-down a few more times before seeming to lose interest. Suddenly, Logan pushed Wade back with superhuman strength, across the backseat of the car, making him bump the back of his head on the door. His spine made a sickening clicking noise, and Wade cringed as the feeling in his spine fizzled away for a few seconds, before returning with a full-body whining ache. Despite that, his cock produced another spurt of precum, leaking from the tip and onto the blood-covered chair below.
“Jesus!” Wade explained, wanting to flail his arms around in protest, only to find that they felt heavy as lead. “That felt like it actually could’ve killed me. Can’t you be a bit gentle?”
Logan got up into a crawl, moving over to Wade like an animal about to pounce. Wade swallowed, audibly. He didn’t get how this could be so hot- the guy was acting like an animal, for god’s sake. But something about the idea of being Logan’s prey turned him on more than he could’ve imagined.
“This is so fucking hot,” Wade said, amazed. He was jabbering and he knew it, but he was nervous in the best way imaginable, and he couldn’t stop even if he tried. “You look like you’re about to eat me. I bet you get all the pussy you want. Girls see you and just drop their panties right there. I’ll be honest, I didn’t see the appeal at first, but I get it now. I get why they write so much fanfiction about you–”
“Will you just shut the fuck up already?” Logan yelled, his hands near-reflexively finding Wade’s neck and squeezing his airways closed. He grabbed the collar of Wade’s suit and pushed it downwards, hard. Another large piece of Wade’s suit was completely ripped off, revealing his chest and neck. Logan took the scrap of fabric and balled it up, roughly lifting up Wade’s mask and pushing the fabric into his open mouth, not caring if his jaw clicked or drool gushed out of his mouth. Wade tried to speak, but the fabric made it so the only noise he could make was a soft, distant-sounding keening.
“Finally, some peace and fucking quiet,” Logan growled, and Wade whined through the scrap of fabric. Logan was all over him, sniffing his neck and then biting it, hard, until he felt his teeth hit something hard and unyielding. Wade’s back arched and he bared his neck for Logan even more. Asking for it.
Logan couldn’t leave any marks on Wade’s body, but he could sure try and make it hurt. He held Wade’s legs up, contorting his body in an uncomfortable way, all bunched up against the car door. With Wade in this position, Logan could now gather spit in his mouth and spit it out onto Wade’s hole, which clenched shut reflexively. Logan wiped a bit of drool from Wade’s aching jaw to wet his fingers and started fingering Wade open.
“God, you have no idea how fucking annoying you are, do you,” Logan said, punctuating the fucking with an extra hard jab into Wade’s insides. Wade’s breath hitched. “Wherever you are, you are all that’s fucking audible. You never shut up, do you?”
He added another finger, scissoring Wade open, harshly. He continued, “And it’s not like you have anything interesting to say– or anything smart. Because you aren’t smart. You’re a fucking idiot. You think that if you talk the whole time nobody will notice just how dumb you are. We don’t even like each other, and you’re still so desperate for me to fuck you. You’re nothing but a dumb slut.”
Wade set a mental reminder to ask Logan to marry him once they were done here.
Along with Logan’s pointer and middle finger, he now added his thumb, making it burn even more than it would if it were his ring finger. It was probably on purpose, too, with the way he used his thumb to pull Wade’s hole apart, thumb-nail sharp against his rim, feeling like it was about to tear.
Logan removed his fingers, moving to undo his pants. He was hairy all over, but Wade found the trail of dark-brown hair leading to his straining dick especially enticing. Logan huffed, a rare-almost laugh. “At least you’re good for something. You might be stupid, and annoying– not much to look at, either– but at least your ass has a purpose.”
At that- especially the comment about him being ugly, Wade visibly thrust up against nothing. Logan couldn’t help but chuckle. He lined his dick up with Wade’s hole. He began pushing, and Wade reflexively tried to move away from the pain. Logan shushed him, mockingly, trailing a hand over Wade’s chest. “Hit a nerve, didn’t I? Calling you ugly? Well it’s the truth, bub. Even I winced when I first saw you without your mask on, and I’ve seen some shit over the years. I’ve seen corpses that look better than you.”
At this point, it was clear he was indulging himself. If Wade could’ve moved his mouth, he would’ve grinned, or maybe moaned, as Logan thrusted in, his balls slapping against Wade’s ass. Logan’s skin was warm and wet from sweat. And his abundant pubic hair scratched Wade’s skin. His cock was just perfect, making him so full, and whenever Logan hit him with a particularly hard thrust it made tears prick in the corner of his eyes.
“Fuck,” Logan swore, wiping the sweat off his forehead and using that same hand (wet, hot) to squeeze Wade’s throat, two fingers like metal, crushing his windpipe. Now, with every thrust, a white-hot want ricocheted from his dick, to his throat and back. Delirious, he could only describe it as feeling like his whole body was getting fucked.
“You’re so fucking useless,” Logan spat, and Wade shivered, cock leaking pre, “All this time, I wondered why I bothered sticking with you. I should’ve just taken you right there, in front of that bald bitch. And left you there, afterwards. No use in cleaning you up, either, since you’re just going to whore yourself out to the next guy you meet. You’re a mess, bub. A real fucking mess.”
Wade choked on a moan, trying to but unable to cough. Tears leaked from his eyes in a steady tempo, spit dribbling down his chin. Logan was clearly affected, now, his breathing heavy and his face flushed. His thrusts increased in tempo, Though one of his hands (the other always secure around Wade’s neck) wandered around Wade’s ruined body, trailing over his chest and the thinnest part of his waist. Flicking his middle finger, hard, against his pec, where Wade’s nipple would’ve been. Wade’s eyes rolled back into his skull, totally delirious with pleasure. Logan wasn’t far behind him.
They both reached their peak around the same time. Wade was heavy and useless, only able to take the pleasure as he got it, keening at every thrust perfectly hitting that spot inside of him. Logan was panting, though he still had his wits about him. When he felt himself cresting that peak, saw Wade below him, leaking and crying, he knew just how to finish him off. Cruelly, he thrust in once more, harder than all the others before it, and as he came, his Wolverine claws unsheathed and penetrated the skin of Wade’s stomach, ripping through him and breaking into the couch cushions below them. Wade’s eyes completely rolled back and he came, his whole body trembling as he did.
Logan took a few more deep breaths before moving back. His claws retracted, making a wet shlicking sound as the blades left Wade’s body. Logan tucked his dick back into his pants and sat back, observing the other man. Wade made no effort to move at first, and even if he wanted to fix his clothes he couldn’t, with scraps of the fabric covering the car seat around them. He groaned, muffled through the cloth in his mouth.
Wade laid there, panting, and reached up to take the cloth from his ruined suit out of his mouth. Before he could speak, he cleared his throat a few times, swallowing. His jaw felt sore. “That was… wow. That was really good. I loved what you did with the- with the claws there, at the end. Really inventive.”
“Shut up,” Logan said, though there wasn’t really any bite behind it this time. It almost sounded fond. Almost.