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The world around him was tinged with red. All he could smell was blood, sweat, and piss. His rational mind had taken a back seat the moment he saw the young women trapped in cages. They looked the same age as Laura. But unlike her, they couldn't defend themselves. He slaughtered the men who kidnapped them the same way an apex predator would. Effortlessly. Untiringly. Mercilessly. Their limbs and heads were scattered on the floor of the cold basement. There were guts and blood everywhere, dripping from the walls and even from the ceiling. But Logan wasn't satisfied. No, not Logan. Him. The Wolverine. He was far from satisfied. His rage demanded more despite having killed every single fucker. So he ripped through flesh with his teeth, and sliced them with his claws until they were nothing but minced meat...
"Are you done, peanut? I took the girls upstairs and called the authorities. As much as it pains me to interrupt your fun, we must get going before the guys in blue show up. C'mon, little berserker, mommy Deadpool is taking you home."
When Wade touched his shoulder he snarled at him, a menacing growl erupting from his throat. He had momentarily forgotten he wasn't alone. They always teamed up when the job required two mercenaries. However, this time it seemed like he had done all the killing by himself while Wade made sure the victims were safe.
"Easy, Wolvie. It's me, your friendly neighborhood™ Merc with the Mouth."
"I know who you fucking are!"
"Then come with me. I know a spot nearby where you can chill out."
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid of what? That you might go berserker mode on my ass? To be honest, I wouldn't mind it. You look so hot right now..."
The world was no longer tinged with red. At least not all of it. The edges were still a little crimson. And at the center there was a figure in vibrant shades of red, their white eyes incredibly expressive. Deadpool. The Merc with the Mouth. Wade. The first person to not recoil in disgust at the sight of him covered in blood. The first person to not be afraid of his feral side. He shouldn't be surprised. After all, the fight in the Honda Odyssey had been like foreplay to the kinky bastard.
"You want me like this?"
"I wanted you when you were a thirsty honey badger that reeked of cheap whiskey. I wanted you when you stabbed me in the groin. And I even wanted you when you called me a sad attention-starved jabbering little prick. Why wouldn't I want you when you single-handedly massacred all the members of a sex trafficking ring? Just because you are covered in a little blood? Please, even if you were covered in horse shit I would still want..."
He rose from the crouch he had been in and grabbed Wade by the neck, fingers squeezing hard but not enough to make breathing difficult.
"Do I still have your undying permission?"
"Oh my God..."
"Answer me, Mouth!"
"Yes, you filthy animal! Do whatever you want to me! I can take it! I can take you!"
Logan took his mask off so that he could look at his handsome face. His eyes were burning with a hunger that matched his own. Unlike their first time, he wasn't going to go slow. The bloodlust and the rage were gone, lust and passion taking their place. His rational side was not entirely in control but he wasn't worried. Wade said he could take him. The crazy sonofabitch wanted him the way he was. Since the moment they met, Wade had accepted all of him, the good and the worst. And maybe the younger man cherished his meaner side more than the softer one sometimes.
"As much as I love your blowjob handles, can you please get rid of the mask? I want to see your gorgeous eyes."
When he obliged, Wade beamed at him.
"Not to sound gay, but I love the color of your eyes. Hazel, almost golden like a lion's."
Even in the midst of a gory scenario, the ridiculous man could still say the stupidest, sweetest things. Ridiculous sonofabitch. He claimed his lips in a brutal kiss, earning a porn worthy moan from Wade. The taste of human flesh in his mouth didn't seem to put him off. But when they pulled away from the kiss, Wade spat on the floor, a sheepish look on his face.
"Cannibalism is not my thing."
"Not my thing either. I just ripped their bodies apart. I didn't eat them."
"I wouldn't judge you..."
"You never do, do you?"
Before he could answer, Logan kissed him again while he pushed his body against the nearest wall. He pressed himself closer to Wade, inhaling his delicious scent, and enjoying how warm and strong he was. He wanted to fuck him there and then, pump his tight ass full of cum until it dripped down his thighs. Logan placed a hand between Wade's legs and cupped his cock. He was rock hard and leaking...
"How do I get you out of this suit?"
"You don't. Just make a hole with your claws and fuck me through it."
He did exactly as suggested. Then he grabbed the back of Wade's thighs and hoisted him up into his arms, making him giggle in a cute way.
"My boy is wicked strong."
He shoved two gloved fingers in his mouth, silencing him effectively.
"Make them nice and wet, darlin'. Because the next place I'm going to shove them is in your little hole."
When Logan took his fingers out of Wade's mouth they were covered in spit. He used them to stretch the tight ring of muscle.
"Spit as lube. A classic. But I have real lube in one of my pouches."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Sometimes I like to spike my pleasure with pain."
"You're insane."
"No, I'm just a tiny bit masochistic. Now can you please destroy me with your monster cock?"
He fucked him against the wall with a ferocity that would have scared a sane person. Wade had his legs wrapped around his hips, and his arms around his neck, the look on his face one of pure bliss.
"Could you do something for me?"
"Yeah..."
"Sink your claws in me."
"Where?"
"Anywhere, except my head. Unless you want to fuck a corpse. Necrophilia is not my thing. But I wouldn't judge you if..."
The moment his claws pierced his chest, missing his heart by an inch, Wade came with a shout, triggering his own orgasm when his inner walls clenched tight around his cock. Logan's hips halted and then he shuddered, a low hiss leaving his lips as he shot load after load inside him.
"Holy Marvel Jesus, that was fast..."
He sheathed his claws and watched Wade's flesh knit itself back together, his healing factor working swiftly. It was the first time someone had orgasmed because of them. Before Wade, no one had ever asked him to use his adamantium blades for pleasure, not even when they were into knife play. His claws were too intimidating. But the man in front of him didn't share the sentiment.
"Can we do it again? This time with your claws pining my hands above my head? That would be so fucking hot..."
"Yes, we can do it again. Not now though. I hear the police sirens approaching. We need to leave."
"No cuddles? No aftercare?"
"Do you need it?"
If Wade said yes he would take care of him, no matter what. It must have shown on his face because the Merc smiled tenderly at him.
"Half berserker, half softie. You're perfect for me. I think I'm in..."
Logan captured his lips in a bruising kiss, shutting him up before he could finish the sentence. That type of confession shouldn't take place in a blood-covered basement. He ended the kiss when his softened cock slid out of Wade's cum soaked hole. He helped him stand on his feet and framed his face with his gloved hands, thumbs caressing his cheekbones.
"Not here, sweetheart. We'll talk later, okay?"
"Okay, peanut."
He and Wade left the basement holding hands and smiling at each other, completely ignoring the bewildered looks of the police officers who had just arrived at the scene.