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"I'm also being serious." Wade hummed as he stepped under the spray and washed himself down. Wade had been dealing with enough other things that he hadn't gone after the rest of Weapon X, but that didn't mean he wasn't absolutely down for killing every last one of those fuckers. "But after we get the ones here, I'm going after Department K." Because as America's little brother, Canada of course had to copy some of the shit they pulled. It was Department K that had actually created him based off of the Weapon X program.

A soft pleased sound left him when Logan tugged him closer and he went without any sort of struggle. "Of course I'm with you, old man." His tone was a pleased, teasing hum. That was the dangerous thing about the two of them as a duo, neither of them were going to play the part of the rational or cautious one. They were going to do what they wanted, how they wanted, when they wanted. Who the fuck was going to try to tell two dudes with healing factors no?

Wade grabbed the soap again so that he could lather up his hands and use it as an excuse to touch more of Logan. Not that he necessarily needed one after what the two of them had just been up to, but it didn't hurt to have one. His thumbs idly traced along the thick muscles of his arms, and then down across his chest. He was a touchy person, and Logan willingly followed him into the shower while knowing that. The merc would argue this time it wasn't his fault.

"But after the beating my ass just took, I'm gonna need a nap before we go slit their throats. Which wasn't entirely true, he had enough stamina that he could go several more rounds before he needed to sleep, but Wade was feeling a little lazy and figured he might be able to get away with it.

"We'll fuck them all up. There shouldn't be more of us." It's not self-hate talking this time, Logan be honest about how he shouldn't have been a science experiment in the first place. It spun out of his control and hurt other people, including kids, and he's not willing to let them keep making more. Logan does have a desire to hurt bad guys, that's always been true, but he's not on any leashes anymore. The X-Men here aren't his and he wouldn't listen to them anyway. They'll have to cast a blind eye.

He hasn't thought about Chuck being here, about what he'd say to him. There's still too much guilt in him to deal with that particular avenue toward disappointment and heartache. Logan would tell him about Cassandra and what he did, even if she's dead, but it'd feel too much like begging for his scraps. He still has too much pride to limp his way there, as of now.

He's got a place to stay until then. He's got this.

Logan lets Wade clean him up. It feels strange. It feels alright. The last time he fucked around it was one and done and uncomfortable. A rise of passion and then a rush out the door. There's danger in getting used to this, but he doesn't think Wade will put any pressure on him. He can relax.

"We can't just go there without intel anyway." Logan didn't mean this second. They'd miss out on someone if they walked in and burned everything down. He may be a berserker, but he's got half a brain. He moves his hands from Wade's hips to cup that nice ass in question, squeezing it firmly. "Never been with anyone who could take it." How could he? There's no one like them. He could stab Wade in the chest while fucking him, knowing the man would be fine. It's unique.

"How much can you take, Wilson?" Logan smirks at him and leans in to press a kiss to his neck. Maybe talking about killing Weapon X turns him on a little. He's with someone who wouldn't judge him for it.

Wade doidn't have any interest in pressuring Logan, really. He'd try to get the guy to fuck him whenever he can, but he wasn't going to cling onto him or vomit emotions all over him. He liked touch, but only if he thought it was something the other person could enjoy. Right now, the merc was just figuring out where Logan's lines and boundaries were.

He didn't really give a shit about intel. It wasn't his style. Deadpool was more of the blow shit up and shoot everyone and worry about it after type. It made sense, though, that it would be a damn shame if they missed anyone. No one was able to hide from Wade for long, though. "I can play super spy if that's what you're into." His voice dipped lower, showing exactly what was actually on his mind. Sex took priority over everything else, surely Logan knew that. Did mean it would be a good reward for good behavior. Motivation was everything.

A low groan left him as those hands squeezed at his ass. He was still a little sensitive from being fucked, but that just added to the desire bubbling inside of him all over again. Wade's hands slid up Logan's slick chest and gripped at his shoulders, neck tilting to give him more access if he wanted it. It really was that easy to rile him up and get him in the mood again. He'd be embarrassed if there was an ounce of shame left in him. Alas.

Violence and revenge could absolutely be sexy, so Wade would be a damn hypocrite if he judged Logan for it. He pressed his hips against the other man's. "I can take more than you can give, I'll tell you that much." It was a challenge, painfully obvious bait to try to get Logan to prove him wrong. But he wanted Logan riled up, too.

It's an adjustment to let someone into his personal space like this. He doesn't remember the last time. Letting down his guard is difficult. Logan will probably have to figure out what his boundaries are by doing it, the few fucks he's had over the past few years were quick and dirty and unmemorable. Already Wade's challenging his comfort level but every time he tenses and feels defensive, it relaxes after a few seconds. Wade isn't asking for anything but sex from him. Sex he's more than happy to give him.

Logan may have been starving for all of this and forgotten how to gorge himself on it. Usually he can go on and on and his partners can't, so he is satisfied with what he can get when he has it. Wade's already gotten him off twice and that groan goes straight to Logan's cock again. He decides he likes the way Wade touches his chest and holds onto him. He's broken down and exhausted, old and a drunkard, but he feels desirable. It's one thing to look at his body and be impressed, another thing to want him while knowing who he is.

"Is that so?" Logan snips. He hears the challenge and the attempt to rile him up, and of course it works, he's easy to get a rise out of. Both in annoyance and in sexual appetite, apparently. His hand slides between Wade's ass cheeks and he doesn't give him time to be ready, he shoves two thick fingers back inside of him. Logan knows that he'd still be sensitive from the thorough fucking he already gave but he's ruthless in probing inside of him. He crooks one of his fingers to massage his prostate.

Just as suddenly as he filled him, Logan releases him and puts a hand on his throat and firmly pushes him toward the floor of the shower. He kicks at Wade's knees to make it faster to force him onto them, but he is still carefully on the line of being too rough with him. Logan's large cock is on its way to fully hard again and he squeezes his hand around Wade's neck. "Do something useful with your mouth for once."

A curse is ground out between Wade's clenched teeth when those two fingers shove into him roughly. He liked Logan being rough with him, and that was made clear by the groan that left him as he rubbed against his abused prostate. Shit, it felt good, made his eyelashes flutter in the gayest way. He was proud of himself for being able to rile up the Wolverine one way or another, and even more pleased to feel the other man's cock getting hard against his leg. Seemed they hadn't gotten enough of each other just yet.

It wouldn't have been impossible to struggle and fight against the way he was forced to the floor of the shower. Wade was strong, too, could have fought back more than he did. But in all honesty, he wanted to suck the guy off. So the bit of a struggle he put up was all for show, for the sake of his own ego and inability to fully submit to anyone. Logan was probably able to tell. It didn't really matter. Either way, Wade ended up on his knees, staring up with a hungry look burning in his gaze.

"Fuck you." He spat out, but reached a hand up to wrap around the base of Logan's cock so he could give it a slow stroke. Yeah, he was going to do what was demanded of him, but only because he wanted it too. Bringing the tip closer, Wade pressed a kiss to the head before sneaking his tongue out to trace the slit. Kitten licks at first, but it wasn't enough to sate him. Wade took the head between his mouth, slowly taking Logan inch by inch into the wet heat of his mouth.

While Wade wasn't an expert, he was pretty damn good at this part. His head bobbed with each rough suck, low groans sending vibrations up the thick shaft as he relaxed his throat. He gagged a little, at first, but fought passed it and forced himself to take it. His hand slid back to rub lightly at Logan's balls, wanting to pleasure him as much as possible. Wade was determined to do a good job.

With their regenerative abilities that also includes refractory periods, but they'll probably eventually be able to exhaust each other, just as they did with that long extended fight in the car. Even their bodies need a break. They're not there yet. Logan's libido has officially woken up after a long slumber and he wants Wade with a single-minded focus. He hasn't lingered on dirty thoughts for years, he's struggled through life trying to keep his head above water. Now he's settled in one place and being offered something purely good he can have if he wants it. He does.

Logan smirks down at Wade when he swears at him, knowing that he could fight back and chooses not to because he wants him that much. It's hot. He reaches down to caress the back of his fingers against Wade's cheek, far more tender than the rest of his behavior toward him. He releases his neck with his other hand. "Play your cards right and maybe you will."

Logan isn't a natural bottom, he's very aggressive and difficult to control and he needs to be tamed in order to give in. But it's not impossible and Wade might get lucky if he continues to be a good sex partner. He prefers to do the fucking and it is instinct, but he's not above switching it around, if the other person is capable of handling him.

Right now all he wants is Wade's mouth on him though and he shivers at the first press of his lips. It's far too teasing at first and he almost growls at him to get on with it, but then Logan takes him in and he sighs contently. He doesn't have hair to card his hand through but he strokes the back of Wade's head anyway, the gesture the same. "Yeah," he murmurs, "like that." He hits the back of Wade's throat and he's impressed.

He waits for Wade to adjust and seem more comfortable before he grips his head and slowly starts to thrust into his mouth instead of letting Wade control it. He wants to fucking choke him, he wants to pound into his mouth like he did his ass, but Logan takes his time first. As much fun as that would be for him, it's important not to break Wade in the process. He spreads his legs a little more as the water hits his back since Wade's massaging his balls, giving him space, and pushes a little rougher into Wade, testing out how comfortable he is.

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