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The thick heat of Madripoor clung heavy to the skin of each soldier, coating their bodies with a slick layer of sweat as they adjusted to their new base. Something had gone wrong in Thailand, they were found out, either by someone ratting on them or being too sloppy to notice they were being followed. Regardless, the crew had to relocate fast, finding themselves in Madripoor. The land was familiar to Logan but it didn’t matter, the only thing thicker than the air was the tension that hung between him and Wade.
The hotel they were holed up in would work for now, considering how much everyone had to leave behind when they fled, and how soon they’d be leaving once orders were given to make the next move. But the move nor the close quarters were no issue. In fact, Logan didn’t even need to share a room. The real issue was the game Wade had been playing since their escapade in the woods that night.
Wade had all but let him forget the little secret. Logan figured that maybe the alcohol would’ve made the memory fuzzy, maybe even allow Wade to think it was all just a happy dream. He also hoped that taking care of the kid meant that he’d do him the favor of forgetting about the whole thing if the alcohol didn’t do it for him. Instead, Wade spent the next few days in Thailand doing Logan no such favors. The taunting was endless as Wade walked around camp without a shirtless, held Logan’s stare whenever he was caught looking, and on the last day at camp, pulled down his waistband to flash the base of his cock at Logan from his spot across the firepit. Logan had to leave back to his tent just to escape the reek of desperation that oozed from his paramour’s pores. He wasn’t going to start this little game, wasn’t going to let Wade in more than he already had. Everything they’d done was messy enough and if he let himself take it any further things would go from distracting to outright undeniable. Logan knew himself, how bad things could get once he got fond enough of a thing like Wade. He wouldn’t let himself, because he knew exactly what Wade was. Wade wasn’t something that could be had, and Logan could never stop himself from needing exactly that: to have someone all to himself. Logan didn’t share.
Then, one night in Madripoor, Wade came through the lobby of the hotel with a hickey the size of a plum on his neck. Logan had been right, thinking that Wade was a sad case desperate for loving he never got anywhere else. But, he had been wrong about himself, thinking that he hadn’t already grown too fond of the kid.
As Logan sat at the shitty counter the hotel called a bar, his whiskey neat nothing more than a thin film of liquid at the bottom of a short glass, an awful smell wafted through the door. Sex, menthol cigarettes, an unfamiliar musk, a tinge of blood, and above it all, Wade. The odor mingled with Logan’s senses far before Wade even walked through the door. He didn’t need to see him to know that he’d been nowhere good. And when Logan did finally see him, walking through the revolving door with his head held high, sporting that bruised skin between his shoulder and neck, all Logan saw was red. His eyes didn’t meet Wade, it was an unnecessary step in knowing that Wade had looked back as he passed by. Instead he took the moment to quiet the heartbeat ringing in his ears with the last sip of whiskey before trailing Wade up the stairs, holding back so as to not be spotted.
By the time Logan caught up to Wade he was turning the key in the door. Logan charged up behind him, all but pouncing on Wade as he shoved him against the door.
“Whoa buddy, a little too much to drink?” Wade teased, rubbing his head where it had bounced off the door.
Logan grabbed him by the throat, no time for his shit.
“You really are pathetic,” Logan growled in his ear. “Like a stray mutt siftin’ through the trash, eatin’ whatever you can get your filthy fuckin paws on.”
“Sorry old man, thought you had your fill,” Wade passed an unforgiving stare across the space that separated them, which was narrow given Logan’s nose was inches from his own. His grip was tight on Logan’s forearm, as if to establish some sort of control over the situation. But, they both knew it was a futile effort.
The statement was so simple, yet so angering. The idea that because Logan hadn’t acted, hadn’t claimed him since that night, that Wade had the right to go and find what he was looking for from someone else. Someone who didn’t know Wade, who wouldn’t have dragged him out of those woods, cleaned up his drunk ass and made sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit, kept him satisfied and warm, and cared for even if it was in his own disjointed way. Someone who didn’t even want Wade, and would discard him without a care. Maybe the implications of Logan’s actions hadn’t been enough for the man. Logan had to spell it out for him.
“Oh please, it’s bad enough watchin’ you parade around camp. Showing yourself off like a fuckin’ whore. Prancing around the damn place without a shirt on half the time, flashin’ me your sad fucking cock just for a little attention,” Logan’s forehead was pressed against his now, seething through gritted teeth. “Now this? You need it that bad, Wilson?”
The sound of Wade’s heartbeat was enough to make Logan’s cock twitch, but the look in Wade’s eyes as the sound of emerging claws rang from Logan’s free hand was something he couldn’t have dreamt up himself even with the help of all the whiskey in the world.
Logan moved his hand from Wade’s neck to his jaw, cupping his face with a mean grip as he awaited an answer.
“Huh? You gonna answer me, bub?” Logan spat at him.
Wade didn’t speak, a miracle, but nodded frantically. The fear in his eyes translated to a stiffness between his legs. He made a weak attempt to rut up against Logan, earning him a swift slap across the cheek. The hit wasn’t hard, just a warning.
Logan took the answer he was given, dragging Wade into the room with the door slammed behind him. Wade was quick, stumbling over to the bed as he eagerly kept up with Logan’s grip. He scrambled over the mattress onto his back, Logan climbing over him and pinning him under his weight. With his claws still out, Logan scraped them against the bruised skin so obviously displayed by Wade’s worm tanktop. Every ploy for attention was so lewd and blatant, it almost disgusted him how much of a slut Wade could be. The thought of him picking up other men roused a growl from deep within his throat.
“Lucky I don’t find this son of a bitch,” Logan said. He leaned down to Wade's ear, pressing one claw so hard against the bruise that the skin fought to avoid penetration.
Logan felt a trembling hand move between their bodies and stop past Wade’s waist where he began palming himself through his jeans.
“You were better. Smelled better, tasted better,” Wade lamented, breath hitching as his hand slid under his own waistband.
“You’re such a pathetic piece of shit,” Logan pushed into the skin, drawing blood, Wade bucked into his own hand, moaning softly. “Take whatever y’ can get, right? Lucky I don’t cut it off ya.”
“Do you want to?” Wade asked, brown eyes wide as he leaned into the pain. The blade dug deeper. “Will it make me yours again?”
Logan’s chest rose and fell as his heart beat relentlessly against his own eardrums. As Wade's words poured out he was blinded by the scent radiating off his skin. Such a loyal sentiment coming from a man who smelled like someone else. The thought of it grated against every last one of Logan’s nerves, bore into him with an inescapable need to claim Wade for himself.
Logan pulled his claw back into himself, grabbing Wade by the bicep. He tried to flip him onto his stomach and it was met with resistance, Wade squirming and panicked. The younger man knew exactly what he had been doing, like poking a bear. To act shocked at the result he had worked so hard for, it was laughable. Logan turned Wade over, shoving his face into the mattress with one firm hand while the other gruffly yanked down his pants to the backs of his knees.
“‘M sorry,” Wade spoke, muffled against the duvet. “It’s so fucking hard, Logan.”
Since that night, it had been hard for Wade. Logan knew what he meant, too. Wade did all he could and Logan wouldn’t even glance his way for more than a few seconds. He looked like a fucking mess to anyone with enough intuition to sense what had been going on between the two of them. And Wade hated baring it all for someone, but he never really could help himself. He surely couldn’t now.
“You think I’ve got it easy?” Logan asked, working his belt out of its loops. “You have no idea, the smell of you,” He shoved his own pants down, freeing his dick from its denim restraints.
Wade craned his neck back to look, of course he did. Everything about Logan was better in the light, the same familiar shapes he had encountered that night in the jungle now visible. Logan palmed himself, his head tilted to catch Wade’s stare. There was no avoiding it now that they were here.
“That damn look in your eyes,” Logan grumbled.
Wade felt a hand grip his hair, turning him into the mattress again as Logan guided himself between Wade’s legs. He was tight, dry, not what Logan had expected with the way he walked in earlier. The scent of the man had been so heavy on him, or maybe it was Logan’s rage that exaggerated its intensity. Maybe Wade hadn’t been as guilty as he thought. Surely he was guilty of something, though, and that was enough. Logan worked his finger over the hole, then pressed the head of his cock against it. He leaned up, spitting directly onto Wade and making the tight muscle flinch. Using his tip to smear the saliva around, he rocked his hips forward. Wade’s breath caught in anticipation, already clutching the bedding before he had a reason to. Logan’s hand slid from Wade’s hair down the tense muscles of his back, carefully poised to calm him while his tip penetrated Wade’s hole.
The younger man winced, even tried to curl up a bit underneath Logan who weighed far too much, adamantium and all, to be dethroned from his place atop Wade. Even this far in, Wade was tight enough for Logan to know that nobody else had done this. At least not in a while, not since that night in the jungle. But it didn’t matter, because his nose never betrayed him and Wade had been somewhere he shouldn’t be. Even as he breached past Wade’s entrance and his cock was engulfed in the resistant grip of heat, his only thought was making Wade his own. The hand on Wade’s back pressed him down again.
“What did I tell you last time?” Logan asked, Wade fighting to get a word out behind clenched teeth. “Answer me, Wade.”
“To come find you,” Wade winced. “To come find you when I feel like this. I- I tried to, Logan, I swear.”
“But you were too fuckin’ ashamed of yourself to use your words for once? Think it’s okay to play with me like it won’t catch up and bite ya in the ass eventually?” Logan seethed, ramming himself deeper into Wade who emitted a small cry from the stretching pain that burned his hole.
“Mm, no, no, it’s not,” Wade shook his head but his legs spread further apart. “I’d take it back if I could.”
“Too late.” Logan all but growled the words.
Wade let a struggling moan escape his lips. Logan was so much heavier than he had thought, and the weight of him was crushing in a way that made Wade feel warmth deep in his stomach. Trapped underneath him he felt so content, knowing that even if he tried he couldn’t get Logan off of him, not that he wanted to. And his size, it had made Wade’s jaw hurt before. He had no idea how long that night had lasted, just brief flicks in his mind of his hand on Logan’s skin, the saltiness in his taste, the feeling of being dirty, in body and mind, then being clean again as Logan dragged him back. When he was on his cot was when he sobered up, and the clothes he woke up in weren’t his own. He remembered that they were Logan’s. But his size, even the memory of the forest floor under his knees couldn’t have prepared him for the way that Logan filled him up. He was thick, and the sounds that arose from their bodies colliding as Logan drove himself into Wade made that clear.
Wade let go of his grip on the bedding, sliding shaky hands down to grab his own ass. He spread himself apart, holding himself open for Logan who fought a smug grin at the idea of Wade being so yielding. Logan didn’t even have to try, Wade would just give. He watched as Wade buried his face into the bedding, his back arching to try and fit more of it inside himself. Logan was impressed at his gluttony for pain, given that the way he did things wasn’t very nice.
Wade felt more spit slicken his hole and calloused hands slide under his shirt to grip his hips. The wide base of Logan’s cock felt like fire as it stretched him while coarse hair grazed against the skin of his behind. Moving Wade back and forth on his length was no hard feat for Logan, digging his fingers into the skin of Wade’s side hoping it would bruise darker than the mark left by the other man on his neck. He wanted to mark him, make him into property. Wade’s skin, the way he quivered with each withdrawal and the effort his hips made to earn back lost inches drove Logan wild. Suddenly Wade’s hips weren’t enough. Seeing him writhe around the bedsheets trying to get closer was pitiful and Logan wanted to consume every ounce of spirit the kid had left in him.
Logan wrapped his arms around Wade’s chest, hauling him up so that he was almost in his lap now, upright and facing away. Logan’s arms were forceful, his left arm snaked through Wade’s underarm with his hand locked onto his neck while the right was wrapped around the man’s toned waist. Wade gasped for air, adjusting to the new position. Logan could care less about Wade catching his breath. He raised Wade in his arms, lifting him up so his length slid out of him before pulling him back down onto the entirety of it. A weak moan left the man who was already in spasms. He would surely fall without Logan’s arms to hold him. Logan didn’t stop, fucking into Wade like a weightless toy instead of the grown man that he was, handling him like he was nothing. Every drag of Wade’s pulsing warmth against his dick was like a drug, pure ecstasy. The only smell that enveloped the both of them now was Logan, thick and heavy and unmistakeable.
“Who do you belong to?” Logan grunted, pulling Wade back with his choking grip so that his own lips played on the skin of Wade’s ear.
“I’m sorry,” Wade panted, clenched and slick with sweat. “Won’t do it again, I promise.”
Logan lifted him again, Wade’s body hovering over his own member as it throbbed, waiting for the return of the tight hold it was being denied. Wade couldn’t do much else but squirm.
“Say it,” Logan tightened his arms around him.
“I’m yours, god, I’m all-” Wade let the words pour out as Logan dropped him back down, filling him up and fucking into him while Wade’s mouth kept running. “All yours, just yours, fucking stupid of me, I’ll never do it again Logan please, just make me yours I’m so sorry-”
“Just shut up,” Logan lowered Wade back onto the bed, pressing his face down as he mounted him. Mean as he acted, it was all he wanted to hear from Wade, and all he needed to push himself to the edge. He spread Wade apart himself now, one hand parting him to the side as he reamed into him. He felt his abdomen go tight, tension riddling his body as his balls ached, only to ease as he released, thick and wet into Wade. He pulled back, watching it pour out despite how deep he’d planted his seed in the man. Wade was speechless, blinking through half-lidded eyes as the sheets under him were tarnished with Logan’s come and the thin precome of his own untouched cock.
Logan yanked Wade back by his thighs, licking a generous stripe over his hole until his tongue was lathered with his own spunk. Sloppily, he found a way to turn Wade towards him, kissing him roughly as a hand found Wade’s aching cock. Wade nearly jumped at the touch, so eager and pathetic for more use even after everything Logan had done already. He thumbed at the tip of it while Wade’s frantic hands tried to find a place to rest. They planted on Logan’s thighs, leaning into the kiss right as the older man pulled back.
“Remember where you belong,” Logan said simply, his hand still working to get Wade across the threshold.
Wade nodded rapidly, a groan escaping as his head fell slack on Logan’s shoulder, making a mess of himself into his superior’s hand without even a few minutes of attention.
Logan had made himself clear, and Wade wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.