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It was hard for Logan to tell what Wade was. Being an Alpha meant being able to smell much more than Beta and Omega. Being Wolverine meant that this power was enhanced.
Wade Wilson, Deadpool, smelled like death.
Logan would be able to determine the secondary gender of everyone in the bar (all Alphas or Betas in desperate need of alcohol. No Omega in his right mind would have set foot in such a place; in fact, even the waitresses were Betas). Wade, on the other hand, was unlike anyone else, and even though he was incredibly pissed at Wade for dragging him into the Void and following his stupid quest, in the back of Logan's mind was the constant need to find out what the hell Deadpool was.
His nose had never failed him before Wade Wilson.
That is, until Logan found himself wrestling Wade in the seats of a beat-up old Honda Odyssey, courtesy of Nicepool, one of Deadpool's variants in the Void. As insufferable as the original.
“It's amazing how much AO3 lacks omegaverse fanfiction about the two of us. I kid you not, but this author actually begged on Tumblr for someone to write one until she wrote it herself," Wade grunted, plunging one of his knives into Logan's side. He had soon abandoned his katanas, which were too long for such a small space. "Would you believe it? Nobody wants a gruff Hugh Jackman hottie and Alpha in their dashboard."
"Shut up," Logan growled, tired of hearing this crap. Every time Deadpool opened his mouth it was a concert of bullshit that he understood absolutely nothing about and trying to follow what he was saying was almost impossible. "Shut the fuck up!"
“I wish I could, needle dick, but someone has to entertain the audience. Certainly not you, since you can't put more than three words in a sentence," Wade cooed, jerking out of the way as Logan tried to claw and pin him to his seat. The bastard was agile and quick, but Logan had physical endurance and superhuman strength on his side. "Of course you don't need that. Just get undressed, stand still and be nice. Literally balm for these tired eyes."
The compliment flew over Logan's head, who responded by punching Wade in the side and pulling his claws into his body. "I got you, asshole."
"Harder, Daddy," the mercenary gasped. Though he wore a mask, the grin was clear in his voice. "Couldn't you have been like the other Alphas? Buy me dinner before you stuck something long and hard into me?"
Logan head-butted Wade, who landed against the headrest like a rag doll. Ten seconds of coveted silence passed before Deadpool recovered and plunged the knife into his neck. "The only thing I'm going to fill you with is pain."
"And I thought you were the one with the pain kink."
The fight went on for a period of time that Logan could not quantify, whether in minutes or hours, but at one point they both froze abruptly. As Wade tried to wriggle out of his grip, muttering, "No, no! Fuck, not now!", Logan could smell something else in the car.
He could smell it all. The smell of death that Wade always carried with him. The blood of both of them that stained the car. The old smell of the seats. Even that of the dry leaves and dirt and grass outside the vehicle. In all of this, in what someone else would have found overwhelming, Logan sensed a strange smell that made him realize he was fucked.
"You're an Omega," Logan growled, angry and disbelieving at the fucking situation.
There was an unwritten rule in the superhero world: no Omegas. As far as possible, at least. In his universe, Charles Xavier was one of them, an Omega, but he rarely took part in fights, not physically. Beast had managed to develop a serum that could interrupt Omega heat for a short time, but everyone agreed that Omega heat was more of a hindrance than an advantage. Anything could go wrong, could happen suddenly, in the middle of a mission. Logan knew that Spider-Man was an Omega, for example, but Stark had found a way to prevent his heat through the suit (probably something similar to his own suit, since Tin Can Man was an Omega himself and the times he had ended up dicked down by Captain America on the battlefield had been countless), a technology inaccessible to virtually anyone else.
Besides, there was one rule: never fight an Omega. It went against everything an Alpha believed, since they were supposed to protect Omegas, not harm them.
So Logan's first instinct was to retract his claws and lower his gaze between Wade's thighs, where an erection pressed against the fabric of his suit.
"Shit."
"Shit indeed, Peanut." Wade stood still, breathing heavily. "In my defense, I really didn't think this was going to happen."
Logan couldn't see Wade's expression because of the mask, but he didn't need a superpower to know that the mercenary was about to snap. "You're an Omega, of course it was going to happen sooner or later."
Wade, however, shook his head desperately. "Not to me."
“What the fuck does that mean?”
The problem was one, and not a small one. When an Omega went into heat, it was normal for Logan to run in the opposite direction. The heat triggered his rut. So, unless he had a compliant partner, Logan tried to be very far away so as not to cause harm to anyone, since his ruts were fierce and impossible to stop since he was physically stronger than any opponent.
And now he was trapped in a car, in the Void, with an Omega about to go into heat. Deadpool, of all people.
Wade groaned. He ran a hand over his stomach, where the marks of Logan's claws could be seen. “I don't go into heat. Except in very unfortunate cases."
"Like what?"
"Like fighting the only Alpha capable of sustaining a fight with me." Wade paused and lifted the bottom of his mask over his nose. He was breathing hard. "Like having two hundred and fifty pounds of sexy Hugh Jackman on top of me."
“Who the fuck is Hugh Jackman?”
The mercenary looked out the window and clucked his tongue against his palate before turning his attention back to Logan. "Poor you, you've never seen Australia."
Logan sat down. He wrinkled his nose and inhaled the acrid smell of blood, sweat, death and heat that Wade gave off. “What do you mean you don't go into heat?”
"The cancer prevents my regeneration factor from giving me a regular cycle. That means I don't go into heat except once, maximum twice a year, for a couple of hours instead of a few days,” Wade explained, without the usual irony in his voice. "A treat, considering there is not a single Alpha who would want to spend a heat with me."
Logan immediately regretted the words he was about to say, already ready to join the mercenary. "Why not, and speak quickly, we have little time before I go into rut myself. In fact, you might want to use this time to get away from me."
Wade shook his head. "I'm not even thinking about it."
"Wade..."
"I'm ugly, okay? You saw me earlier at the diner. What Alpha do you think wants an Omega like me?" growled Wade, adding nervousness and something painful to the pile of smells that assaulted Logan's nose. "I'm sterile too, so you don't have to worry about impregnating me. It's just... I wasn't expecting it, that's all."
The answer was spat in his face. Logan, who had not noticed that he was crawling towards Wade, froze and tilted his head to the side. Something in those words was so laced with pain that for a moment Logan remembered the X-Men and what it meant to be a part of them. He remembered for a moment the compassion he should have felt that suddenly crackled in his chest. "So you never..."
"Cut the crap, peanut. I've read enough fanfiction about the two of us to know that I'm not a virgin in any hole of my person." Wade's tone was harsh, in contrast to his usual self. "Of course I've fucked, just not during the heat. That's all."
"That's all?" exclaimed Logan angrily. He slammed his fist into the dashboard of the Honda Odyssey, inches from Wade's arm. "You should leave. Now."
Wade stood motionless, licking his lower lip. He seemed stalled, undecided whether to run out of the vehicle as requested or.... "Why?"
"Because if I go into a rut because of your heat, I won't be able to stop," Logan growled. A drop of sweat trickled down his forehead; he was at his limit. "I'm not a rapist. If you don't leave, I will."
"Don't go," Wade said so quietly that Logan could barely hear him. He licked his lips again and touched his bicep. "I like our fight." He sounded... hopeful?
Logan was incredulous. "Fight? Now that I know you are an Omega, I will never lay a finger on you again, even though my instincts have been screaming at me to kill you ever since I met you!"
Wade's expression changed from hopeful to sad in an instant. "Of course."
Instinctively, Logan longed to touch Wade. He longed to hold him, to lay him on those dirty seats, to hug and kiss Wade as he mounted him. He longed to hear him moan in the heat as Logan fucked him and gave him his knot. He wanted to wipe the sadness from those lips.
He shook his head. Shit, it was already starting.
"What?" he kept asking, his Alpha senses screaming at him to find out what was wrong with his Omega.
His Omega.
Christ, he was fucked.
"Obviously, the only way for me to have an Alpha would be to force him to have sex with me. There is no way you could want someone like me."
Two sentences that pinned Logan where he stood, almost on top of Wade, his claws pushing out and trapping him under his own body and making him his property. "Of course I want you. I want you right now. You have no idea how much, the smell of you is fucking with my brain."
They both moaned as another scent reached Logan's nose. Wade was getting wet. He looked down and saw where the mercenary's suit had darkened near his thighs. The desire to take him there and fuck him grew.
"I-I think I'll go into the woods for a few hours." Wade dropped his head in defeat. "I'm fucked up, but not enough to force the mighty Wolverine to have sex with me because he can't control himself. I don't want to make you feel guilty."
Logan stared at him in silence, his breath pumping hard in his lungs. He lowered his head sharply and planted his snout between Wade's thighs, sucking in the heavenly scent of needy Omega. When he rose, Logan grabbed his chin and kissed him. "Stay here. I'll be back in a few hours. Then, when your heat is gone, I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll cry. And I will fuck you because I want to, not because you think I have to."
And with those words, he jumped out of the Odyssey and ran into the woods, hoping to get enough distance between himself and Wade.