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There is something about a fight to get a man’s blood pumping. Logan can’t think of it- not well, not right now- but the way his claws sink into Wade’s side, as he watches the mask wet with his blood as he coughs, it brings something out of him. Wade’s foot sticks into his stomach and flings him off back up to the front seat area, Logan keeping the claws buried deep into him as much as he can, so they drag down Wade’s side in long, deep marks, spilling his organs out the sides of his ruined suit.

Logan’s never been harder than this moment.

His dick pulses, trapped in his own suit as it is, and Wade groans, head falling back against the headrest when Logan doesn’t fling himself directly at him again. Logan, for his part, is entranced by the way the loosed organs squirm about on the dirty ground of this Honda. He can see what he thinks is one of Wade’s kidneys trying to make a very valiant effort to pull itself back up by the muscle connecting it back into his body.

“Whatcha staring at, claws?” Wade is grinning- he can tell what the looks like through the mask now, and god that stings a bit, knowing it’s been barely a day and he knows so much of this man’s mannerisms and face, like he was a desperate child reaching out for any level of connection- but these feelings are anything but that of an innocent child. Wade’s head lolls to the side, stares down at his guts on the ground, and pushes his mask up to spit blood down his face so he can talk. “Huh, well. That’ll sort itself out in due time I’m sure.” He laughs, blood stained on his teeth, and Logan can’t fight the feeling of it for another moment.

He flings himself forwards again- Wade braces for impact, hand on Baby Knife- but it’s not claws forward this time, his fingers sink into Wade’s shoulder, it’d bruise if he could, and smashes their faces together in the vague approximation of a kiss- there’s too many teeth and too much blood to truly call it that, but Wade answers in kind, his hands sliding up Logan’s side, digging his fingers into it as much as possible- there is a part of Logan that wishes that he could feel it bruise, see those marks the next day, but the part is drowned out by knowing they could never fight like this if Logan was any more fragile.

Wade dips his hands under Logan’s belt, reaching straight for his ass, and Logan lets him- but unsheathes the claws on one hand, digging it straight into his shoulder, to listen to him groan in pain and pleasure in the same breath, his hips canting up against Logan’s- god he had never heard a prettier noise, and Wade was far from the first person to find himself under Logan like this.

He feels Wade groping at him, fingers digging at and kneading the flesh of his ass, but not going much deeper. Huh. Wade seems to have an idea already of what he wants from this- the way he’s rocking his hips up is less to get their dicks together, and more like he wants Logan’s dick lower. Fine by him.

He sits back, spitting Wade’s blood against the car door- it splatters the window, and drips down into the mechanism of the door, and he hears Wade about to say something about it, and instead takes the chance to push his legs up. He hears the way the wound on his side squishes, pushing another vaguely lump shape out of him- liver maybe? There’s too many things on the floor to truly make out what exactly all of the things that Wade’s body has lost is, but it looks like his side is trying to close.

So, in one motion, Logan brings his claws down and severs everything hanging out of him, letting the last bit sink back into his body. Wade chokes- there’s a lot on the floor that Logan doesn’t want to think about, liquids that should probably never see the light of day, let alone like this- but he doesn’t protest it, keeping his hips up for Logan.

“C’mon- not nice to leave a lady waiting, Wolvie.” Wade is grinning, and Logan reaches up to tear the mask off his face- to see the stupid look in all it’s glory. Wade flushes- but doesn’t reach for it as Logan tossing it off somewhere out of the car. They’d have to get that back in a second.

“I’ll show you waiting, asshole.” Logan mutters, but he has no plans on waiting any longer than he has to for this, so instead he grips the sides of Wade’s pants and tears them open at the seam- a very revealing seam, open like this, and Wade groans- starts bitching about it- something Logan doesn’t understand, about just how far the plot can technically carry destroying his suit, but Logan is focused on the way Wade’s cock is pulsing, already leaking down his shaft like this.

But, instead of using that, Logan digs his fingers into the still closing wounds down Wade’s side-pushes them in until his hand meets Wade’s side, and then pushes his hand further, just to hear the way he chokes and groans at it. It burns, just a bit, and Logan figures he severed something with his stomach. It’d probably be fine. It was Wade.

His bloodied hand comes down, and he pushes two fingers into Wade roughly, keeping them deep into him, dragging them against his walls, looking-

Wade’s back snaps up as he cries out, and Logan wants to hear nothing more than that noise. He pushes a third finger in, uncaring as Wade whines at it, fucking his hand into the man, aiming for that spot over and over to watch the way he squirms and his cock leaks.

“Fuck- C’mon Wolvie- you can’t- hah FUCK, don’t just- fuck-“ He has the merc with a mouth stuttering and whimpering at him, unable to say a full damn sentence. Maybe that would be Logan’s greatest achievement. He pushes it just a moment longer, as Wade is making this beautiful little keening noise until- “FUCK- PLEASE, Logan, please, I can’t-“

He’d never imagined Wade moaning his name to sound that pretty, and now Logan can’t think of anything else. He pulls his fingers free quickly, scrambles with his own uniform to free his dick just enough to press it into Wade as quickly as he can.

Wade chokes on it, head falling back. Logan leans over him, his head next to Wade’s, teeth a hint of a threat against his neck as he groans out. “Again.”

For a moment, there’s confusion in Wade’s eyes, a little stuttered out moan as Logan rocks into him, but it clears pretty quickly. “Fuck- Logan, c’mon...”

There it is. Wade can’t form much in the way of proper words again as Logan fucks into him- hard, quick, something he can’t stop himself from doing this quickly. He wants to ruin Wade, wants his blood on the ground, wants to feel the way his body breaks down against him, just to reach back in the same breath, like Logan isn’t hurting him at all.

It very much seems like Wade is loving it though. He can hear his attempts to get Logan’s name out through choked moans, and Logan brings his hand up, pressing his fist against the side of his neck, unsheathing his claws just to hear the way it turns to gurgles- but he’s still fucking try.

“Fucking christ, Wade.” Logan mutters, dragging his hands down- his claws sink slower back in than usual, but Logan doesn’t care, just pushes Wade’s leg up with one hand to fuck into him deeper, as the words become clearer again as Wade’s throat heals from the damage.

It’s not pretty or clean, but Logan thinks it’s damn near the best sex he’s had in god knows how long. Maybe that was the problem- he had wanted, in the moments when he did want like this- to be some semblance of normal, but he knew he’d never reach it. Maybe he should have been reaching for this instead- blood and gore around them, the stench of blood in his nose, and Wade, bleeding out under him. Maybe that’s what he needed this whole time.

Wade’s noises reach a new pitch, and Logan focuses back in on fucking him, the way Wade clenches down on him, and cries out- he feels Wade sneak a hand between them, and chuckles, the man jerking himself off rather clumsily. It’s almost cute. Logan feels his own end steadily approaching, and he doesn’t fight it, dropping his head back to Wade’s shoulder, teeth bared against his skin as he hears Wade’s inane begging-

He feels the moment Wade cums, not from the added wetness between them, but from the way he clenches down hard on him, and Logan chokes, thrusts a few more times, then buries his teeth into Wade’s shoulder in the same breath his dick buries into him, cumming hard. His claws unsheathe into the fabric of the seat, and Wade makes a little noise of surprise, but Logan can’t focus on it with his head spinning.

Pulling away from Wade’s shoulder, he doesn’t unclench his jaw, keeping a chunk of Wade’s shoulder in his mouth, to hear the way Wade cries out in pain as the separation of flesh. Logan grins around it, then swallows- it takes second to work down, but Wade is hard again staring at him, and it’s so fucking worth it.

“Fuck Wolvie, didn’t think you’d be into that shit. You nasty dog.” Wade’s grinning at him, and sits up a bit as Logan pulls away, pulling his claws back up in his body. “Can’t just leave me like this. My turn to top-“

“Fucking take it, Bub.” Logan challenges, and Wade’s hand is on Baby Knife the next second, blood and lust mixing in his eyes.

Logan grins, spits the blood out of his mouth, and lunges.