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“I’m gonna fight you now.” The words slipped out of Wade’s mask, his voice light and airy which may have been why Logan smirked, perhaps thinking it to be a joke.
“Oh, are you?” He mocked, laughing until Wade’s fingers twitched inwards to form a fist and he swiftly cocked his arm back as far as it could in the damn honda odyssey, then swung, hitting Logan square in the nose.
He barely moved, his eyebrows clicking downwards, smirk wiped off his face as a trickle of blood escaped from his nose. Logan let out a growl and then surged forward, his fist swinging into Wade’s face repeatedly until he used his right hand to grab the back of his head and slammed it into the dash.
The radio hissed alive with music, thanks to Wade's face, and Logan grabbed the seatbelt adjacent to Wade to lock him in place as he punctured his chest with his claws.
“Not talking now, are ya?” Logan hissed. Wade didn’t respond, his lips pulled into a small smile as he watched him bring his claws back to stab his head but Wade’s seat dropped down just in time for the metal to pierce the car instead. He recovered quickly, but not quick enough, angling for his chest again until Wade kicked his arm away then trapped him between his legs, slamming him against the door again and again.
Logan growled, swinging his fist until his claws dug into Wade’s ribs.
“You dirty bitch!” Wade cried using both feet to propel Logan clean out of the car through the windshield. Logan swiftly stood, baring his teeth as he charged the car. Oh, that look on his face was priceless. Deadpool couldn’t help but find himself enjoying this a little too much. He didn’t need to look down to see that he was getting a little aroused. Logan slammed into the hood, sending the car backward and propelling Wade into the backseat.
He let out a grunt as he landed and before he could recover Logan was on him with a hoard of punches straight to his gut, the metal claws digging into him. Each hit was hard and sent air rushing out of his lungs. He launched upwards, using his arm to push Logan to the side, getting enough leverage to push him down so he landed on top of him. He straddled Logan and cocked his arm back to land a blow when Logan let out a hearty laugh that caused him to pause.
“You’re fucking sick,” Logan spat out as he looked down, following his gaze Wade could see the noticeable bulge in his pants.
“Don’t act like you haven't fantasized about this exact situation.” He shot back, eyes trailing over Logan's bloody form. He paused to watch his broad chest heave up and down with exertion, it was almost hypnotic.
They sat in silence for a moment, Wade’es eyes trailing up to meet Logan’s intense gaze, then lunged at the same time. Logan ripped Wade’s mask off swiftly as the other man worked to free his cock. Their lips collided violently, a clash of teeth and tongue as they devoured each other's mouths. The taste of blood lingered on both of them.
“God, it’s exactly like I imagined.” Wade moaned as he freed Logan’s thick, hard cock from his suit to begin rubbing it slowly.
“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Logan growled, grabbing him by the throat and switching their positions once again, pinning Deadpool to the seat as he worked the pants of the mercs costume down.
“Only when-” Logan didn’t give him an opportunity to finish that sentence. He captured his lips again, this time biting down on his bottom lip, his hands traveling down and squeezing his side where his claws dug into him.
Wade’s breath caught in his throat, his body tensing until he let out a small groan and Logan could feel his cock twitching against him. Logan’s lips curled up into a smirk and he brought his hand up, catching the tip of his glove in between his teeth as he pulled it off. He held his bare hand in front of Wade.
“Spit.”
“Oh, you dirty dog-”
“Spit.” He repeated, his other hand pressing into his wound again, slowing down his regeneration and causing another jolt of pleasurable pain to course through him. Wade sucked air in quickly, then, with a smile, spit into his hand.
Logan’s spit-covered fingers traveled down to Wade's hole and wasted no time plunging in. Wade let out a gasp, his cock hardening even more as Logan’s rough, thick fingers pumped in and out of him quickly. He hadn’t gotten any action since Vanessa broke up with him and god, it felt amazing. Not only were his fingers hitting the right spot, but the pain added a certain aspect that made his toes curl, and he guessed it did the same for Logan.
His gloved hand continued to pump at Logan’s cock, but he picked up the speed so that it matched the merciless pace Logan was fingering him at. Logan grunted, his hips thrusting further into Wade’s hand as he scissored his fingers in his tight hole, gliding them in and out with ease.
“Not so mouthy now, huh?” Logan huffed out a laugh, taking in every expression Wade was making, the slight part to his lips, how it seemed like he was struggling to keep his eyes focused on him.
“Hard to-” he let out a small moan as Logan moved his fingers, “hard to come up with a funny quip when all I can think about is little Hughie inside of me.”
Logan's eyebrows twitched and he pulled his fingers out, leaving Wade feeling empty until he lined his tip up with his entrance.
“I hope they turned the cameras off, I’m not ready for an onlyfans.” Wade said, feigning shyness, which earned a hard look from Logan as he tightened his grip on him and thrust in. Wade let out a loud, shuddering moan, clenching down on Logan's cock as he bottomed out.
“F-fuck! You were holding out on me wolvy!” He cried out, and suddenly Logan’s hands were on him. One found a merciless grip on the back of his head and the other was wrapped tightly around his mouth, so tight he struggled to breathe through his nose which somehow made his stomach roll with pleasure.
Logan slowly pulled out, then thrust back inside quickly, causing Wade to jolt and a moan to be muffled by the leather of his one-gloved palm.
“Had enough of that fucking mouth.” He growled, thrusting in and out with every word. Wade’s hands grasped at his shoulders, squeezing hard on a dislocated shoulder that hadn’t yet healed. Logan let out a groan and quickened his pace, his newfound speed causing even more pleasure between the two.
He could hear Wade’s moans of pleasure and occasional words being muffled by his hand, and at one point could feel his tongue drag against it.
He used his grip on Wade as leverage to bring him down harder on his cock. The car rocked with every thrust, old metal groaning beneath the sheer power of every thrust. The sight of Wade whimpering and trembling beneath him caused shivers to travel up his spine and fueled his pounding. If he knew this was what it took to shut Wade Wilson up, maybe he would have tried it sooner.
He looked him over, the blood, the ripped fabric from his claws, how his cock leaked and begged to be touched with every thrust. He removed the hand from the back of his neck and wrapped it around his erection, Wade’s eyes practically rolled into the back of his head.
“Yeah,” Logan panted, “look at you fucking taking it.”
He grinned, his hand beginning to pump Wade’s cock quickly while continuing to pound into his ass mercilessly. He leaned in, teeth clamping down on the skin of Wade’s exposed neck until he tasted a hint of blood. He could feel Wade’s cock pulse in his hand and he quickened his pace as his tongue ran over the new wound which was already beginning to heal. Wade practically thrashed upwards, fingers wrapping around the hand muffling his mouth as he came. Thick, white strings of cum painted across his chest and into Logan’s hand.
Logan groaned, Wade’s orgasm causing him to clench down even harder on his cock. His pace quickened, becoming sloppier and deeper until he felt himself reach his breaking point as well. He buried himself deep in Wade’s ass and cursed as he came, waves of pleasure coursing through him as he filled him up with his load.
He slumped over Wade, removing his hand from his mouth as he pulled out slowly, leaving droplets of cum leaking from Wade’s ass.
“I knew this team-up should have happened sooner.” Wade panted, looking at Logan with a cheeky smile, his face flush.
“I’m not done with you yet. I thought of a better way to use that mouth of yours.”
Wade perked up, his eyes widening as he grinned.
“Dreams do come true in honda odysseys.”