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„Hey man, calm down.“ Wade tried to laugh off his growing discomfort as he was pressed up against the tree, claws threatening to rip the fabric of his suit apart. Logan didn’t return the grin that Wade wore beneath his suit.
„You have never learned to shut the fuck up. How many times have I warned you not to push me?“ Wade gasped as one of the claws cut his skin, making him bleed. „It’s almost like,“ Logan went deeper, „you’re fucking begging for it.“ Wade screamed.
„You’re so irritable. Wolverine the drama queen,“ Wade joked, laughing about his own rhyme. Logan wouldn’t see the tears beneath his suit. He tilted his head slightly, face close to his bleeding opponent.
„Hm,“ he let out, twisting his hand in a way that allowed the tip of all of his claws to pierce Wade’s side. His other hand moved upwards, tickling his cheek. „I think you talk so much because that is all you can really do. You want to be the funny guy. I think your friends laugh because they pity you. I think you are pathetic, and so do they. I am the only one to tell you.“
Wade felt Logan’s body weight fully pushing him against the tree. „Sounds like self-projection,“ Wade whispered, which was followed by a grunt as the claws in his side were shoved in deeper.
„You don’t even know what that means. Your greatest accomplishment would be to become the Avengers’ entertainment. Something to laugh at because it is so far away from ever being like them. That is something you can strive for.“
Logan went for Wade’s weakness. „Please, stop,“ he begged, much to Logan’s surprise.
„Oh? He can beg. That fucking mouth of yours doing that is a real talent.“ Claws ran down Wade’s cheek. „I don’t buy it.“ Wade yelled as the claws were pulled out of his side and rammed into his thigh. „You are a fucking nobody and not a single soul cares that this is happening to you.“
„Please, it hurts,“ Wade cried. Logan inched closer.
„What was that?“ Wade saw a hint of joy in Logan’s eyes, the corner of his lips mere moments away from moving upwards.
„Stop hurting me. Enough. I understood.“ Tears soaked his suit. Logan’s claws ran up and down his face, almost tearing the fabric apart.
„Did you stop talking crap when I asked you to? No. You kept pushing and pushing.“ Wade felt the tip of one of his claws pushing into his cheek. „Feels like hell, doesn’t it?“
Wade squirmed against the tree as Logan worked on him, bleeding on his claws.
„Now beg, little superhero.“
Wade’s legs threatened to give in, but he used his remaining strength to face the man who put him through torture.
„I beg you to release me. Please stop hurting me. I … I am nothing. I am a nobody. I am nothing compared to you,“ Wade said with seriousness in his tone. „It hurts so fucking much. Please let me go.“
The claws were pulled in, and Wade fell to his knees. Logan watched Wade sob on the ground. Slowly, he looked up, feeling a mixture of fear and need for comfort.
„Take that off,“ Logan commanded. Wade removed the fabric off his face. He flinched as Logan touched his bloody cheek that was mixed with old tears. His touch was gentle, curious. For the first time, Wade had learned to be afraid of Logan. It weren’t the claws that had wounded him the most.
The car ride was rather silent. Happy pop songs were playing on the radio as Wade stared out of the window. Logan was driving without speaking for a good hour. Eventually, he started glancing at Wade. The new silence without hearing Wade babble was unusual.
„Wanna listen to some rock instead?“ Wade didn’t move his face away from the window as he heard the question. He shrugged. Logan sighed and let his eyes follow the road instead. After a while, Logan stopped the car. He was about to reach for the backseat to grab his bottle of whiskey, and Wade twitched. He was scared of him. Logan frowned. „You know that you can talk, right?“
Wade stared at him. He crossed his arms and looked away again. Logan sighed once again.
„Good, then don’t.“ Logan took a sip of his whiskey. He leaned back and felt a hint of relaxation wash over his body. When he looked down, he noticed that little blood splatters had dried on his suit. He looked over to Wade and saw the damage on his body. „You should get a new suit.“
Wade sighed against the window. Logan returned to drinking in peace as he heard Wade’s voice for the first time in what seemed like hours.
„Fuck you,“ he whispered.
„Come again?“
Wade turned his head to face him. His eyes seemed tired.
„You heard me. Go fuck yourself. I wish I had never looked for you. I have never wished anything so badly my entire fucking life. I hate you.“ The tears re-appeared in his eyes. Usually, Logan would bash his face in. This time, he looked at a broken man, which made it difficult. „I am not nothing. I am not nothing!“ Wade shouted. „You are mean.“
Logan saw Wade cry once again, and he put his bottle away. He put his hand on his shoulder. Logan felt him shake underneath his touch due to the crying.
„Shit,“ Logan whispered under his breath. „Wade. Look at me.“
Wade wiped his tears and looked at Logan. He grabbed his face.
„You are right. You’re not nothing. See, you can finally say something that’s not complete crap,“ Logan said, smiling as he saw Wade’s wide eyes.
„Really?“
Logan wiped away his dried tears and nodded. „You must be someone rather special if you can make me really fucking mad. And, I guess, for someone, you are pretty fucking funny.“
Wade only stared in disbelief before he went in for a hug. Logan held him in his arms and kissed him on the cheek. Wade, surprised by it, jumped back. He stared at Logan before he pulled him back, kissing him on the mouth. The two separated again, confused.
„Fuck, please kiss me,“ Wade said. Logan pulled Wade on his lap, hands carefully moving up and down the unharmed parts of his body. Their lips touched, and Logan pushed Wade down against his own hips before he put his tongue in his mouth. Wade leaned down to kiss his neck, rubbing his own hardness against the man who had torn his skin apart not too long ago. Logan grabbed his head and pulled him toward his face again to kiss him deeply. Wade moaned into the kiss and rubbed his hands all over Logan’s strong body.
„Get on the backseat,“ Logan ordered. He grinned as he gave Wade a smack on the ass as he crawled toward the seats. Getting on top of him, he started to tear at his suit until he could see his naked body. Wade flipped Logan around and tore his suit up as well, revelling in the sight before him. He leaned down to kiss Logan’s abs, hands moving up and down his sides. Logan gasped and let his head fall against the seat as Wade took his hard cock in his mouth. „Oh, fuck.“
Wade looked up at him, as if looking for approval. Logan reached for his head, stroking his face.
„You’re doing so well,“ he moaned. „You feel fucking amazing.“ Wade moved up and kissed Logan eagerly, which he welcomed.
„I want you to fuck me. Keep your claws in, please.“ There was that sneaky smile that Logan knew so well.
„You want me to fuck you? Yeah?“ Logan kissed him again.
„Yeah,“ Wade replied. He reached forward to grab a small bottle that he kept in his car.
„Oh, wow. Of course you have the lube in here. Were you waiting for it to happen?“
Wade snorted. „What? You think I never had sex in my car before?“
„It is hard to imagine, yeah.“
Wade started to apply the lube, and Logan stroked his own cock as he watched. „That means you imagined it, still.“
„Shut the fuck up and hurry up, damn it,“ Logan said. „I want to fuck you.“
„I never thought I would hear you say these words to me. Can’t wait to remind you of them every single time you want to punch me in the face.“
„I might as well punch you in the face right no- oh.“ Wade lowered himself on Logan’s cock and helped him push it in slowly. „Fuck.“
„That’s what it’s called, yes.“
Logan grabbed Wade’s hips and squeezed. He shut his eyes and cursed as Wade started to move, adapting to Logan’s thrusts.
„Fuck, it feels as big as I expected,“ Wade sighed.
„What was that?“
„Nothing,“ Wade smiled, speeding up his pace along with Logan. „You feel so good.“
„Good,“ Logan said, smiling for a mere second. „Get used to it.“
Sweat was forming on their foreheads. „Fuck- Logan, I think I am about to cum.“
Logan stopped his thrusts.
„Turn around. Get on your hands and knees.“
Eagerly, Wade did just that. He gasped as he felt Logan re-inserting his cock. With his hand against the window, Logan fucked him from behind.
„Harder,“ Wade begged. Logan fucked him harder, hard enough to make the car shake. Wade moaned against the window, many little „yes“-es falling from his lips.
„Fuck, Wade,“ Logan breathed.
„Please, yes, keep going,“ he pleaded. Hard thrusts followed. „Fuck!“
„Oh fuck,“ Logan cursed as he simultaneously came with Wade. They breathed hard for a good while before Logan pulled his cock out. Both of them sat down hard, staring out of the windows. „Shit.“ Logan grabbed his bottle of whiskey. He drank from it before he offered it to Wade. He took it and had a few sips as well. Wade sighed loudly and let his head fall back. Logan watched him and chuckled. „Look at you.“
Wade turned his head, raising his brows.
„You are happy, but in a way that is not so damn annoying.“
„I got it. You are nice to me if we fuck.“
„As I said, you are special. In your own, weird way.“
„Are you sure you didn’t have too much whiskey?“
Logan laughed and put the bottle away. „Yes. I can’t have too much of it. I am not done with you yet.“
And after this, Wade knew that this would be a long night.