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Once settled close enough to Cassandra’s hideout, the group had set up camp for the night. You sat between the unlikely group of heroes, listening as they all shared stories from their timelines.
Sensing that something was missing, your eyes ran along the group, turning when you knew who it was; your gaze shifted from the team, and you saw Logan sitting by himself.
Sighing, and going against your better judgement, you stood up and began to walk over to him;, Wade’s gaze following you but opting not to voice his opinion.
Once your feet had carried you a few hundred feet away, you were greeted by Logan’s broad back. His elbows resting on his wide-spread knees, another bottle of whiskey he stole from Gambit clutched in his grip.
“Can I sit?”
“Don’t need you to come tell me that I’m not such a bad guy.”
“I wasn’t gonna do that,” you started, “You took all the liquor, and if we're dying tomorrow, I won’t be going out without a final drink.” You rounded the log and sat next to him, your hand reaching for the bottle, which he reluctantly provided.
You took a long swig, almost enjoying the burn as you swallowed.
“Do you know why I’m the Worst Wolverine?”
“No.”
He gestured towards the bottle, silently wanting it back, “In my universe, I was supposed to be an X-Man, the X-Man, and I just couldn’t stand being a part of some fucking team-comradery bullshit like that. So I left.”
He paused, taking a long sip of the brown liquor, “I spent more nights blacked out at a bar than I’d care to admit. I just always felt so sorry for myself and tried to make it seem like I was the odd man out, that I lost so much. So one night I was at the bar, working my way through a bottle of rum when the humans decided to go mutant hunting.”
He sighed, remaining silent for a moment, “I could hear them calling for me, begging me to come help, and I just didn’t go. So I stayed at the bar. I left them alone and drank myself to sleep. When I woke up the next day” he paused, eyes tearing, “They were all dead. Every single person at the school was dead, and it was my fault. I wasn’t there to help them when they needed it. I was too busy being some self-serving asshole drowning in alcohol, self-pity, and hatred rather than helping the people who needed me the most. So I don’t need to go back to my timeline. I caused enough pain and suffering there. I belong here, alone or with people whose lives I can’t fuck up.”
You sat for a moment, processing his story. You didn't opt to tell him that it wasn’t his fault because you’d heard those words too many times, and you knew they didn’t help in the way people thought they did. Taking the bottle back from him, you dug your teeth into your bottom lip.
With a sigh, you asked, “Did Wade ever tell you how we met?”
He shook his head no.
“Well, he wasn’t entirely wrong when he told you I was a series of failed experiments. I know he says it as a joke, but he’s pretty fuckin’ close to the real story.”
His gaze shifted to you as he reached for the bottle.
“The guy who made Wade into Wade was clearly in the business of doing some really fucked up shit. He tortured so many innocent people, promised them a better life and a happy ending, and instead fucked them over for a quick buck. Needless to say, he wasn’t well-liked - hell, I don't think he was liked at all. He had a target permanently etched on his back from all the people whose lives he ruined.”
Logan continued watching you as he handed the liquor back over.
Taking a sip, you continued, “And then he found me at a bar one night. Some lonely girl in her 20s who was trying to mask her sadness with liquor. We started talking when he found out my dad had skipped town when I was a kid and my mom had just passed. This pathetic girl who failed out of college and only had, like, ten bucks to her name, which she was currently spending on a drink. He pitied me. Told me that he knew this program where they were doing research on some new medication, and he said I could really get to help others and also get some money for myself. I could start over; I could make my mom proud, have a purpose.”
You looked at the man next to you, taking a breath, “Needless to say, I was one more of the people he’d fucked over. 'New medication,' my ass. I was injected with god knows what, and then I was beaten, drowned, stabbed - any bad thing you can think of, I lived it. But you know what the saddest part is? Even though I wouldn’t have made it, I never tried to leave. Some desperate part of me still thought I might be able to help somebody.”
Taking a long sip, you handed the whiskey back, “Once he figured out what I could do, I was no longer a person; somehow, I was less than a human in his eyes. I became his personal weapon. If somebody didn’t listen, I took care of them. If somebody threatened to report him, expose him, hurt him, kill him,” you chucked, “they were all sent my way to fix. I hurt so many innocent people. I ruined lives, families, and god knows what else. But then, in some twisted act of fate, god let me and Wade meet. And Wade just wouldn’t give up on me, and he fucking should have. I tried to kill him more times than I can count. I just wanted to be left alone and never hurt people again. Well, I really wanted to be put out of my misery. But Wade was insistent that there was some part of me that still wanted to live. And I know you think his jokes and caviller attitude are annoying because I did too, but underneath that fucked up skin is a man who cares. All he tries to do is make life feel a little more easy and light for those around him. So, if the last thing I do with my life is something that helps him, I’ll die happily.”
You sighed, looking from the fire back to Logan, “So I don’t need to tell you that you’re not such a bad guy, 'cause then I’d be a fuckin hiporcrite. I just wanted to say that I know how you feel. And that you don’t deserve a life of solitude because of your past either.”
His face shifted. Turning from one of self-pity and sadness into one of recognition and understanding.
His eyes scanned your face. He didn’t expect you to share your story with him, let alone relate to what he was feeling.
Without realizing what he was doing, he threw the bottle to the ground, turning towards you, cupping your cheek, and kissing you before you had a chance to say anything else.
You didn’t react - you remained frozen, too stunned by his rapid change of emotions.
When he pulled back, his eyes found yours. Your brows furrowed, and before you could think, you lifted your hand up and slapped him. He turned back to you, mouth open to mutter an apology, explaining how he had misinterpreted the conversation, but before he could, you grabbed the collar of his stupid yellow fucking suit and pulled him back into you.
His hands were on you in an instant, and yours quickly found their way around his neck.
His fingers dug into your back in a desperate attempt to pull you closer, and his other hand gently cupped your face, starkly different from one another.
Logan’s hands roamed along your back, and you shifted to grasp his jaw.
You two kissed as if it was the last time you’d get to do it, and hell, it just might be. It was rushed, messy, and rough, all teeth and tongue. Your hands were clinging to him, and your nails were sharp as you desperately tried to pull him into you.
He quickly dragged you to straddle his lap, lifting you as if you weighed nothing. Instantly, you ground your hips into him, craving a bit of friction. Feeling his hard length under you, you pulled away, dropping your head back, letting out a sigh and a throaty moan.
He smirked, taking the opportunity to tangle his hands in your hair and keep your head held back. He was quick to pepper your neck with kisses and slightly nip at the soft skin, drawing more whines and soft moans from your throat.
“Come on, princess. You can’t be too loud—we don’t need them to hear us, do we?”
Digging your nails into his shoulder, you bit your lip before muttering, “What did Wade tell you about the pet names.”
His hand quickly found its way to your waist, flipping you onto your back, “I don’t need to think about Wade right now.”
His hands quickly found the zipper on your jacket, swiftly pulling down the thick leather material and roughly shoving it off your shoulders.
You reluctantly let go of him to shed the jacket and pull off your shirt. His gloved hands wasted no time finding your waist and running his hands up to cup your breasts. His thumbs ran over your nipples, causing them to stiffen more despite already having already met the cold air.
A whine caught in your throat, and he chuckled, “Are you gonna stay quiet for me, princess? Or do you need some help?”
You sighed, panting heavily as you reached to kiss him again.
You arched your back towards him, needing him closer. Sucking in a sharp breath as the jagged wood on the log tore into your back.
He kissed you for a moment before pulling away, his hand tracing along your jaw before reaching your lips.
Instantly, you knew what he wanted, so you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out, welcoming his fingers into your mouth.
He reached two long fingers deep into your throat, causing you to grunt in response.
“Bite.”
You obliged, bitting down on the warm, slick material of his gloves before feeling him remove his hand.
“You’re gonna hold onto that and stay quiet, got it?”
You nodded, eyes following him as he lowered to his knees. His hand quickly worked to unclasp your belt, dropping the weapons adorning your waist to the ground before swiftly pulling down the zipper and dragging the material down your legs.
His eyes found yours with a satisfied smirk after seeing the wet patch that had formed on your panties. His fingers on his bare hand quickly found the wet spot you’d made.
“This all for me?”
Bitting on the glove, you nodded, slamming your eyes shut.
“Good fucking girl, princess.”
You dropped your head back, sighing at the contact of his fingers over your clothed heat. Only to shoot up once you felt him tear the material off.
You opened your mouth to yell at him, but before any sound could come out, his thumb found your clit, slowly pressing down before spreading you open.
Instantly you groaned behind the fabric, your fingers clawing at the wood of the log you laid on.
Logan smiled before leaning down and licking a wide stripe along your slit. Your eyes rolled back as your hands tangled themselves in his hair. That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. For a man who you thought hated you, he ate your pussy like it was his first and last meal.
He wasted no time diving into you, lapping at you like a starved man who was spurred on by every twitch and pull of his hair.
Biting down on his glove hard enough to surely rip holes into the material, you silently screamed as he pressed a finger into you. Trying to shut your legs, he quickly pressed them open with his free hand.
He tsk’d you a few times before keeping his arm on your leg, holding you still for him.
You became a withering mess underneath him, somewhat embarrassed at how quickly this man was bringing you to the edge.
He added another finger, eyes looking up to watch you as your eyes rolled back, jaw clenched around his glove. Keeping up his pace and lapping at your pussy, he felt you begin to squeeze his thick finger. He wished he could pull his glove out from your mouth and hear all the pretty little sounds you were making for him, but he had to refrain. Watching you cum was something reserved exclusively for him; nobody else in the group deserved to see it.
He was sure he was dreaming in some drunken state, watching your chest rise and fall as your hands clawed at his hair. The occasional sharp sting from your nails served as a not-so-friendly reminder that he was awake. Logan smirked as he got to watch you clenching around his fingers, his tongue still working tirelessly at your clit, noticing a faint glow appear in your eyes.
He quickly realized that it was the same lavender glow that comes from your hands which is now filling your eyes as you reached your climax.
“Come on, princess, let me have it,” he whispered into you, effortlessly sending you over the edge.
He wasted no time cleaning you up, savoring your taste, and hoping he lives to do it again.
Catching your breath, you spit out the glove mumbling a “Fuck me.”
“Don’t worry, princess, I plan on it,” he teased, quickly climbing to reach your mouth and pulling you back into him.
Your hands quickly opened his suit, nails digging at his toned chest.
“That’s a neat trick you do with your eyes, ya know that?”
“Shut up,” you grumbled, nudging him over and pulling the suit down his torso.
You kissed your way down his neck and firm torso, nipping and attempting to mark the toned skin despite it vanishing a few seconds later.
He’d pulled his arms from their sleeves, quickly moving to undo his belt and pull his pants down.
“Eager are we?”
“Shut up,” he mocked.
When his cock sprung free, you had to try not to gasp. You could tell he was big, but this was something else. A true Greek god statue sat in front of you and was yours for the taking.
“What, now you got nothing to say?”
You rolled your eyes, moving your hands to his knees and dragging your nails along the skin of his thighs. You quirked a brow, realizing that the subtle act of pain inflicted by your nails turned him on, keeping this in mind as you licked a stripe on the underside of his shaft, placing a gentle kiss on his tip.
Using your hand, you pumped him a few times before pausing and leaning your head down to lick the pre-cum that formed. He grunted and dropped his head back, his hands quickly settling in your hair.
“Do we need to get the glove back out?”
He grits his teeth, hands tightening in your hair, the action drawing a soft sigh from your nose.
Satisfied with yourself, you leaned forward quickly, taking him into your mouth in one try, your free hand grabbing what you couldn’t fit.
As you began to bob your head, you felt the sting of the twigs under your knees, a harsh reminder that anybody could catch you and that Wade would never let you live it down if he did. However, the idea of getting caught, combined with the pain in some strange fucked up way, of encouraging you to try harder.
He attempted to pull you further, hands gently guiding your head down his length. Your free hand adjusting its grip on his thigh and nails digging firmly in.
The deeper your nails dug, the more he moaned.
You two masochists were really made for each other.
Nearly choking on him, your nails continued to work their way into his firm flesh, subtly drawing blood.
“Fuck princess, that’s it.”
Instantly the praise found its way between your legs, causing you to moan around his length. The vibrations caused him to grit his teeth, sucking in sharply.
You allowed him to take control, hands fisted in your hair and setting a speed that brought him to the edge.
After a few minutes, you found yourself pulling back and lowering to his balls, nipping the skin and pulling them into your mouth. You pulled back, “Come on, Logan, you know I want it.”
You smirked, continuing to move your wrist and lightly kissing along his length before opening your mouth and presenting your tongue to him.
Once his eyes found yours, he was done.
Jerking him quickly, you felt him twitch in your hands before releasing onto your tongue. His hand pulled your head back to watch as you swallowed his release. As he came down from his high, his grip on your hair loosened.
His hands quickly gripped at you to kiss you again. Once your lips met, you’d both moaned at the taste of your release mixed on your tongues.
He laid you atop your shared clothes on the ground, pulling back and muttering, “Please, tell me to stop.”
You pulled his lips to yours and maneuvered your leg to catch his back, attempting to pull him closer to you.
“Princess, I don’t have a rubber with me.”
“Logan seriously, were gonna die tomorrow, you think I give a shit?”
He smiled, lining up before slowly sinking into you. You groaned, your hand digging down his back as the other raked through his hair. The stretch of him was painful but so delicious.
Moaning into his mouth, he waited for you to adjust to his size.
“Please fucking move.”
His mouth fell open as he began to rock back and forth.
You could tell that he was still trying to hold back, be somewhat gentle, still treating you like you weren’t also mutated.
“Logan, you can go faster; you know I won’t break. And, even if I did, I’d regenerate.”
He smiled at that, bringing his lips to your neck.
Whatever conflict had come between you two over the past few days was being resolved now. He fucked into you at a relentless pace, your words from before only spurring him on.
His fingers dug into your thigh, the dull nails lifting your leg to drape over his shoulder, allowing him to somehow reach deeper at this new angle.
His lips attacked your neck while he pounded into you at a relentless pace. Logan could feel you nearing your climax. His free hand came to cover your mouth as your moans and screams would surely wake the others.
Sensing you were close, he mumbled, “Don’t you fuckin’ cum yet princess. You wait for me.”
His hand moved again, desperate to hear some of the sounds you’d make when you came. With his arms buried in the dirt framing your face, he watched as your eyes slowly filled again with your lavender glow. This was all he needed to near his end, making his claws shoot out, impaling the dirt next to your head.
In some strange, fucked up way, that was what tipped you over the edge. Causing your orgasm to shoot through you with such force that it made you whine and send out a blast of energy that managed to put out both your fire and the group’s fire.
Dropping his head into your neck, he waited as you both rode out your climax.
He waited a few minutes before pulling himself out and laying next to you.
You both grunted at the feeling, instantly missing the contact.
Logan pulled you into his chest before mumbling, “That - um, that has never happened before. Sorry about that,” he muttered, gesturing to his hands.
Smirking you added, “Call us even, the most that usually happens is my eyes glow.”
He smiled, nodding to himself, “Let me know when you're ready for round two.”
“I was born ready,” you smiled, climbing onto him.
You’d lost count of how many times you and Logan went at it. Apparently, whatever number it was was enough to put you both to sleep.
So, when you woke up snuggled into Logan, you were flooded with flashbacks of the past night a smile gracing your face; the blanket however, threw you off. Assuming Logan got one in the middle of the night, you put it out of your mind and rolled over, only to be greeted by a familiar face.
Wade sat perched on his side with his head in his palm. “Hi there, cupcake. I decided to save you and Peanut over here a shred of decency. You really can’t be sleeping naked in the woods, especially considering we have new friends. I will say, though, great work. I honestly can’t tell who I’m jealous of. You’re gonna have to give me the details another time.”
“Wade,” you started.
“Yes, baby girl, what’s going on.”
“Go the fuck away,” you smiled before sending him rolling back to the group with your hand.
“I would not have left willingly,” you heard him scream.
“Thank you,” Logan mumbled, pulling you back into him.