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"Well, that's a fine mess you've gotten us into," Wade said, his voice thick with sarcasm. He was sprawled out on the couch in their shared apartment, a half-eaten burrito balanced precariously on his chest. The TV flickered with a dull glow, casting shadows across the room that danced like silent witnesses to his frustration.
Logan grunted in response, his eyes never leaving the news report playing out on the screen. "It's not my fault you didn't check the expiration date on those explosives."
Wade shot him a glare. "How was I supposed to know they'd go off in the middle of our mission?"
Logan shrugged, his claws tapping an impatient rhythm on the armrest. "You're the one who keeps a stash of those things. I've told you, you're going to blow us up one of these days."
Wade sat up, the burrito toppling to the floor with a wet thud. "Oh, now you're blaming me for your lack of claw-y coordination?"
Their banter was a familiar dance, a rhythm they'd fallen into over the years of fighting side by side. It was a strange friendship, built on mutual respect and a penchant for chaos. But underneath the jokes and jibes, there was something else, something that simmered just below the surface.
Logan turned off the TV with a snarl. "We need to train harder," he said, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "We can't keep relying on luck."
Wade smirked. "You're just saying that because you don't have the luxury of a healing factor. One wrong move and boom," he said, miming an explosion with his hands.
Logan's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Wade saw the predator within. But then, just as quickly, it was gone. "You're just jealous," he said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Wish you could keep up with me."
Wade's heart skipped a beat. He knew Logan was just baiting him, but he couldn't help the thrill that shot through him. He leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart. "Oh, I can keep up," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "But maybe I'd rather make you come chasing after me."
The air grew thick with tension, a silent challenge hanging between them. Logan's eyes searched Wade's, looking for something - permission, perhaps. And in that moment, Wade knew he'd gone too far. He'd poked the beast, and now it was time to pay the price.
With a growl that was more playful than threatening, Logan lunged, pinning Wade to the couch. Wade's laughter turned to gasps as the weight of the other man's body settled on top of him. He could feel the heat radiating from Logan's skin, the sharpness of his claws pressing against his chest, and the unmistakable bulge in his pants.
"Is that what you want?" Logan murmured, his breath hot against Wade's ear. "For me to chase you?"
Wade's eyes widened, his heart hammering in his chest. "Maybe," he admitted, his voice a breathless whisper. "But I didn't mean like this."
Logan's grip tightened, his claws digging in just enough to leave a hint of pain. "I don't play games, Wade," he said, his voice low and gruff. "Not with you."
The weight of those words hung in the air, and Wade felt his breath catch in his throat. He knew Logan wasn't joking; this was the real deal. The teasing was over, and now he had to decide if he was ready for what came next.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, Wade wrapped his arms around Logan's neck, pulling him closer. "Then don't chase me," he murmured. "Take me."
The tension shattered as Logan claimed Wade's mouth in a bruising kiss. Wade moaned into it, his body responding despite his nerves. Logan's claws retracted, and his hands began to explore Wade's body, stripping away layers of clothing with an urgency that was both thrilling and terrifying.
Wade's mind raced, a mix of excitement and fear. He'd never been with anyone before, not like this. But as Logan's hands found his cock, already hard and eager, he knew he didn't want to stop. He wanted this, needed it.
They moved to the bedroom, their kisses growing more frantic with every step. Logan laid Wade down on the bed, his eyes never leaving Wade's as he undressed himself. The sight of his massive, erect cock made Wade's mouth go dry, and he couldn't help but whimper at the thought of it inside him.
"Don't worry, I'll go slow," Logan said, his voice a gentle rumble. But the glint in his eyes told a different story - he was going to take what he wanted, and Wade's comfort was only a secondary concern.
Wade nodded, his heart racing as he felt the bed dip with Logan's weight. The other man's hand trailed down his chest, sending sparks of pleasure through his body, until it reached his cock. Logan's touch was firm, almost painful, as he began to stroke him, preparing him for what was to come. Wade's eyes squeezed shut as he bit back a moan, his body already starting to adjust to the idea of being filled.
Logan's kisses grew rougher, his teeth grazing Wade's lip. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice a low growl. Wade obeyed, meeting his gaze with wide, tear-filled eyes. Logan's thumb circled his opening, teasing and pressing, until Wade was panting and begging for more.
The moment Logan pushed inside him, Wade's body tensed, his eyes squeezing shut again as he let out a strangled cry. It hurt, so much more than he ever could have imagined, but there was something else there too - a burning need that only grew with every inch that Logan claimed.
"You're so tight," Logan murmured, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction. "So fucking tight." He pushed deeper, and Wade felt his eyes water, his breath hitching in his throat. It was too much, and yet, he didn't want it to stop.
With every thrust, Logan grew more feral, his teeth sinking into Wade's shoulder as he claimed him completely. Wade's nails dug into the bed, his body shaking with pain and pleasure. He could feel the tears streaming down his face, but they only seemed to spur Logan on.
"You like that, don't you?" Logan whispered, his voice thick with lust. "You like feeling me in you, making you cry."
Wade could only nod, his voice lost to the waves of pain and pleasure crashing over him. Logan's cock was massive, stretching him to his limits, and every thrust sent jolts of sensation through his body. He felt so vulnerable, so exposed, but it was a feeling he craved.
"Tell me," Logan demanded, his eyes gleaming. "Tell me how much you love it."
"I do," Wade gasped, his voice raw. "I love it, I love you."
The words slipped out before he could stop them, and for a moment, everything froze. Logan's expression shifted, his eyes searching Wade's, looking for some sign of rejection or fear. But all he saw was need, pure and unfiltered. And with a growl that was half-triumph, half-desire, he began to move again, his strokes becoming more punishing.
Wade's body was a canvas of pain and pleasure, each movement from Logan leaving a new brushstroke of sensation. His cries grew louder, his body arching off the bed as Logan hit that perfect spot over and over again. It was agony, but it was also the most intense feeling he'd ever experienced.
"More," Wade choked out, his eyes never leaving Logan's. "Harder, please."
Logan's grin was feral as he obliged, his hips pistoning into Wade without mercy. Wade's eyes rolled back in his head, his vision going white as he felt the first stirrings of his orgasm. It was going to be explosive, like nothing he'd ever felt before.
And then it hit him, a crescendo of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. His body convulsed around Logan's cock, his muscles clenching as he came in a rush, spilling over Logan's hand and the bed beneath him.
Logan watched him, his own release building. He loved the way Wade's body responded to him, the way he cried out and begged for more. It was intoxicating, and he knew he'd never get enough of it.
As Wade's orgasm began to wane, Logan leaned down, capturing his mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. He tasted like salt and desperation, and it only made Logan want him more. He could feel his own climax approaching, his cock swelling inside Wade's tight heat.
With one final, brutal thrust, Logan came, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into Wade. The younger man's body clenched around him, milking every drop of pleasure from his shuddering form.
They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined. Logan's claws had retracted, but the marks they'd left on Wade's shoulder were a stark reminder of the intensity of their encounter. Wade's eyes were still wet with tears, but they held a different emotion now - something closer to awe.
"I've never felt like that before," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Logan pulled him closer, his hand smoothing over Wade's sweat-dampened hair. "And you never will with anyone else," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Mine.."
The possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down Wade's spine, but he didn't protest. In that moment, he knew it was true.