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The Muck-Sprout and His Undaunted Knight Crusader
©2025 La Reine Du Lune

Muck-sprout:  Someone who is overly talkative and curses a lot.

Chapter 1

“Wade!” Logan shouted as he leapt over his opponent, stabbing it through its skull as he went, and dove to his boyfriend’s rescue as the other man went over the edge of the guardrail. Fighting a infiltration party of aliens on the Brooklyn Bridge wasn’t how Wade or Logan had intended to start the day, but when the ship hovering above Manhattan had sent down dozens of pods full of twenty or so armed creatures hell bent on claiming the Manhattan Island for their commander each, it was all hands on deck. The Avengers were taking care of the island proper while the X-Men were handling the perimeter and its bridges. Wade and Logan came in as back up, called on by both teams, known to be an unrivalled team when it came to slaughtering bad guys. The aliens had no desire for diplomacy, and immediately began attacking civilians the moment their pods had hit the ground. They were green,  and ten feet tall with four arms each. Wade called them Tharks and Logan understood the reference. He’d quite enjoyed Edgar Rice Burroughs back in the day. He’d then learned Wade had only seen the film and not read the books. Apparently, an actor named Taylor Kitsch had abs to die for. Logan’s present concern was reaching his dear Wade before he went over the edge and plummeted into the depths of the Hudson River.

Wade had just finished slicing the arms off of two of the Tharks. Logan had been impressed with his sword work, as always. The creatures had weapons that disintegrated organic matter and Logan was eternally grateful for their new TVA issued suits. Not only were they waterproof, they were also, as it was explained to him, ingrained with some sort of nano-tech that repaired the suits just as his and Wade’s regenerative powers knit their flesh back together. The fibers were also combined with threads of Adamantium and Vibranium both, making them capable to dispersing energy. Wade mused they’d stolen the tech from the Wakandans. Either way, Logan didn’t care, so long as he and Wade made it out unscathed. As Wade had been battling one of the few remaining Tharks, another had come rushing at him from behind. Wade had only just finished off his opponent and put his katanas into their sheaths, when the thing had barrelled into him from behind, sending him careening into the barrier and then over the edge. His guns were unsecured in their holsters and slipped out, falling to the river below.

Logan leapt and embedded his claws into the steel of the bridge’s girders and caught Wade’s wrist as he’d begun his fall.  Swinging like a pendulum hundreds of feet above the murky depths of the river, Wade scrambled for purchase to climb his way up Logan’s body until he got both arms around Logan’s chest and neck, then his legs around his waist. “Holy fuck, Peanut!” Wade gasped. Logan secured his free arm around Wade’s waist and held him firm. “I am so sucking your eyeballs out through your dick as soon as we get home!”

“Less yapping, more climbing!” Logan growled, trying to leverage them back up on to the bridge.

“I super duper love you though, for not letting me plummet to my death. You know from this height I’d hit the water at about 80 miles and hour. That’s like getting hit by a truck. I’d break every bone in my body!”

“Wade, baby, shut up and get up there, then help me. And, you’re welcome. Love you, too.”

Wade deftly maneuvered himself around Logan and on to his back. From there, he climbed back over the railing, then reached down to capture Logan’s other arm, using all his strength to haul the impossibly heavy man back up to safety. Panting for breath, the pair held each other in half-hugs as they recovered for a moment before they’d be jumping back into the fray. From above it appeared another alien pod was descending.

“Oh, for fuck sakes,” Logan cursed.  Just then from behind them there was a mighty woosh of wind and none other then Stephen Strange appeared via one of his portals.

“Oh look, it’s hot Gandalf,” Wade quipped, still keeping Logan’s arm wrapped firmly with both of his. As Strange descended from his portal, the pair on the ground heard a strange, rhythmic beeping noise and a thick, haughty laughter from one of the creatures.

“What is that?” Logan asked, honing his hearing in on the sound.

Wade scanned the bridge for where the laughter was coming, pinpointing his senses on one of the armless creatures. In the center of his chest was a conduit of some sort and a series of symbols in a green light on a console screen.

“I’m having some serious déjà vu, Peanut,” Wade spoke ominously. “I think we need to get to the chopper. Like, now! Looks like we’re going in the drink after all.” Wade began to tug Logan away, certain that if the explosion from the creature’s self-destruction device was like that in the movie he was thinking of, the entire Brooklyn Bridge was about to be annihilated. But then, Stange took centre stage and with a wave of his hand and a few sparkles, erected a force field over the body of creature. When its timer counted down to the last number, the fire and light under the protective dome Strange had conjured looked something very much like a supernova.

The pair relaxed for a fraction of a moment before Logan noticed the sweat on Strange’s brow and the tightening of his jaw.

“He ain’t gonna be able to hold it,” Logan spoke, a hint of fear creeping into his voice. He caught Strange’s eye and in that instant, knew things were about to go south and fast. Logan slung his arm around Wade’s waist and hoisted him up, much to the surprise of his boyfriend before making a break to hurl them both over the edge to avoid being blown to smithereens. There was a deep thrumming pulse coursing through the air when Stange’s defenses were overpowered. Logan remembered how the atmosphere had changed in Nagasaki when the bomb had detonated. Then came the fire, the burning of his flesh and the agony that followed. This time however, not such thing happened as just as they reached the edge and went over, Wade holding on to him for dear life again, another portal was opened and instead of plummeting to the cold depths below, they sailed through it into the unknown.

*

The fall had been frighteningly long as the two men had clung to each other. The impact on the frozen ground had rattled Logan’s bone and broken several of Wade’s. Logan had tried to twist himself to take the brunt of it, but human bones against his adamantium skeleton had still done profound damage to Wade. When they’d hit the ground, Wade had rolled off him and was laying inert beside him.

“Wade, baby?” Logan groaned turning to his side and getting up to his hands and knees to crawl over to the prone form of his boyfriend, “Darlin’, talk to me.” Logan lay a hand on Wade’s arm and was relieved when a long, pained moan escaped him.

“Fuck,” Wade groaned, working his limbs back into position as his bones and tissue mended themselves. “What the hell happened?”

Gingerly, Logan pulled Wade’s mask off his face, relieved when he saw those gorgeous, soulful dark brown eyes looking up at him. Wade blinked, smiling. “Strange. He couldn’t contain the explosion. I guess he opened a portal for us, rather than sending us into the river. For all we know the entire Brooklyn Bridge is gone. Or all of Manhattan and Brooklyn together.”

“Well, that was nice of him.”

“Yeah, let’s hope he opened a portal for himself.”

Wade managed to sit himself up, cracking his spine back into place. Without thought, Logan cupped his cheek and kissed him, firm and grateful, “Glad you’re ok, bub. I owe the Doc one.”

“We owe him two. Glad you’re ok, Peanut.” As they clamoured to their feet, the took stock of where exactly they were. To begin, it was the countryside and they stood in a field surrounded by oak, ash, beech and pine trees with no sign of civilization upon any horizon. Furthermore, it was a new dawn in the dead of winter. The heavy frost on the grasses upon which they stood glimmered in the white light of the rising sun. There was a faint dusting on snow upon the trees and the air was crisp and biting against their skin. “We in the Void?”

“No clue, does the Void have seasons? I reckon it’s about minus fifteen Celsius. Warmer than the prairies we grew up on. Still, we should try and find shelter before nightfall – a cave if we can manage, if not we’ll find a rock face and dig a trench, cover the top with branches we can weave together. Might not stop the rain, but it will stop the snow. That’ll give us insulation against the cold. We can do the same for the bottom of the trench so we’re not sleeping in mud. If we can find enough boulders we can bolster the walls. If there’s wildlife, we can hunt. Too late in the season to forage unless there’s winter berries. You got matches in your utility belt?”

Wade nodded, “And your lighter. Can I just say, I think I’m developing a competence kink? Because you, being all assertive with a plan? So hot.”

Logan gave him a soft, indulgent look and handed him back his mask, “Keep your face warm. I’ve lived off the land more decades than you’ve been alive, we’ll be fine. I’d estimate we’ve got about eight hours of daylight. We should pick a direction and start walking, hope we find what we need. We more or less know where east is. We should walk with the sun.”

“Again, for the record. I am so lusty for you. I feel like nothing is going to go wrong, because I’ve got frontiersman Logan by my side. If I were alone, I’d be still be sitting in this field for days from now, bawling my eyes out and wishing for death.”

Logan chuckled and took Wade’s gloved hand in his, leading him towards the west. “No, you wouldn’t. You’d find the first opportunity to royally fuck up this world and get the TVA to show up.”

Wade laid his shoulder to Logan’s head as they walked, “You really say the nicest things.”

“Yeah, well despite at lot of advice to contrary, I went and fell in love with your dumb ass.”

“So romantic.”

“What can I say? You’ve got a great ass.”

“Horny on Main? Honey Badger, you saucy wench.”

“We’ve got miles ahead of us, bub. Be ready. No telling what’s watching us. Judging by the trees though, we’re at least in the Stone Age, but I sure as fuck hope it’s the Bronze Age. Better yet, we’re on the edge of some rich asshole’s estate in Westchester in the 90s.”

“Again, how in the fuck are you this smart? Where have you been hiding my big history nerd of a boyfriend!”

“Wade, I’ve been alive over two hundred years. I was a kid during the Industrial Revolution, but was born on a farm to a rich landowner. We had a whole library room. My father collected every book he could get his hands on. I read, a lot. I learned. I liked learning. I was on my own for decades at a time. Not much else to do with yourself, if I wasn’t concentrating on surviving. I had my nose in a book or I was travelling. I was a history professor at Charles’ school.”

“Meanwhile, I was smoking pot, watching Scooby Doo and playing with myself. A Grade A hoser.”

Logan snorted and gave Wade’s hand a squeeze. “Thought we had this conversation already? You’re just as smart as I am. You know people. You can take one look at ‘em and know if they’re a good person worth putting your neck out for or a monster that needs to be put down. Fuck, babe, you know five languages. You’re one of the world’s deadliest fighters, martial artists and swordsmen. You look at a situation and see how the fight’s going to unfold. You can predict who’s going to act first. That’s a powerful instinct. Even I can’t do that. Your mind is fascinating to me. On top of that, you’re a good man. You use what you’ve got to help people. You love unconditionally. You saved me, in every conceivable way.”

“Buttercup, I’m certified insane. My mind is scrambled eggs with Sriracha.”

“As far as I’m concerned, you’re fucking amazing.”

“You just like my dick.”

“That’s just icing on the Wade cake.”

“Play your cards right and keep dazzling me with your survival knowledge and may I’ll ice your cake later.”

“Provided we find shelter. I’m not fucking in a dirt trench.”

“We’ll see, peanut.” Wade sighed, and looked out over the frost and snow covered wilderness. “Y’know what? Time for us to skip ahead. We’ll meet back after a day’s worth of walking.”

“What the hell you on about?”

“Nothing, sweetums. There’s just been a bit too much dialogue.”

“Three years with you, and I still have no fucking clue what you’re saying sometimes.”

***

As the day began to wane and the late afternoon sun became obscured by clouds, Logan knew there was a storm brewing. He could smell it in the air. If they didn’t come upon any civilization in the next thirty minutes, it was time to make a shelter of their own. Logan cast a glance at his partner. Wade was cold. Their suits were waterproof and had some serious advantages, but they weren’t built with any tech that made them self heat. They weren’t equipped beyond functionality for battle. The suits were meant to be protective in a fight. They weren’t made for surviving the elements long term. For Logan, the cold temperatures rarely bothered him, unless the temperature was below -25°C. The adamantium eventually chilled him and make his bones stiff. However, his mutation fought against the cold every step of the way. He wasn’t yet worried about Wade, but he was on the verge of it.

Wade walked beside him, long since gone quiet after chatting non-stop for most of the day. The forest had grown impenetrably thick, but now it seems to be thinning out. They emerged from the forest, which revealed before them a vast white landscape. The white of the snow was nearly blinding, but Wade’s mask diffused the glare. “Is that…?” he ventured, pointing across he field to a dark spot. “It that a house?”

“Too small for a house,” Logan spoke, “But I think it’s something. C’mon.”

The strode forward and after half a dozen yards, Logan stopped short, tugging Wade back by his hand. “Peanut?” Wade asked.

“Ice. We just stepped on to a river, I think. We have to be careful. We don’t know if it’ll hold my weight.”

Wade gave Logan’s hand a reassuring squeeze then let it go. Delving into one of the pouches on his utility belt, Wade withdrew a wire with two clips on either end. He looped one end around his belt and attached it and the other around Logan’s. “Adamantium. Won’t snap, even with your 300lbs pulling on it. Me first.”

“I could pull you under.”

“Or, I go across first, get on solid ground, you follow, and miraculously don’t go through the ice, and everything’s fine. But if you do, I’ll pull you out. I’m literally the only person around with enough strength to do it. The sun’s getting low and I lived enough winters in Saskatoon to know there’s a storm coming. We have to get to that whatever it is so we don’t freeze to death. We’ve got no choice, right?”

Logan let out a huff of frustration and breathed out of his nose like an angry bull. With jaw clenched tight he grit out, “Right.”

Wade, to Logan’s infinite frustration and adoration, booped him on the nose. “Man, I wish I had my skates and my stick.”

“Wade, we’re not playing hockey…”

But, Wade had already pushed off and glided half way across the river. Logan estimated it to be approximately fifty feet or so across judging by the climb of the embankment on the other side. Tensed and ready to pull Wade back, Logan watched as he continued to push off with one foot and glide effortlessly with the other. To him, Wade was pure poetry with how he moved, now, in a fight, and often in their bed. Logan was used to brute force when it came to movement, but Wade had made his body into an art. He could simultaneously kill a man while executing a flawless grand battement.

Logan let out the breath he’d been holding when Wade reached the other side. The little shimmy of celebration he did he hopped atop the embankment was endearing, but Logan wasn’t ready to celebrate until he was safely on the other side. He didn’t fancy taking a plunge into ice cold water even if Wade could pull him out.

“C’mon, Peanut. Imagine you’re a leaf on the wind.”

“More like a rock!” Logan called back. He took a few tentative steps out and heard the first crack. Then, there was nothing left to lose and Logan broke into a sprint, the ice cracking until every foot fall. Wade meanwhile began to reel the tether between them as quickly as he could. When Logan’s boot went through the ice and he nearly went down, Wade pulled the line taught and pulled him the rest of the way as the ice cracked and splintered under his weight. Logan scrambled to his feet and leapt into Wade’s arms as the ice began to break away and water bubbled up from the surface to pull him under.

The momentum sent them off their feet and the pair landed heavily on the frozen earth. Cleaving to each other, they panted for breath as Logan rest his forehead on Wade’s chest. “You made it,” Wade spoke as his gloved fingers curled into Logan’s hair. The lay together for a moment as the moments of panic dissipated. It was Logan who moved first, rising off Wade, only to pull him up into a all encompassing hug. No more words were needed as the pair let go after a spell and rose to their feet. Wade unhooked the adamantium wire from their belts and stowed it back into its pouch.

They resumed their walk, and much to their mutual relief, drew ever closer to what could now clearly been seen as a man made structure.

“House? Weird looking,” Wade remarked as the last several yards between them and sanctuary closed.

“No, I think it’s a shed for livestock,” Logan guessed, “Farmers build them in their fields to lock the sheep or goats up for the night so they wouldn’t have to march them back to the homestead every night.”

“I’ll take a shed over a snowstorm any night.”

“You got that right, bub. Don’t expect too much. If we’re lucky there’ll be a stack of hay we can bunk down in. Probably full of mice though.”

“Well, if it’s good enough for Bible Jesus, it’s good enough for Marvel Jesus. If there’s a fat mouse, I’m naming him Gus.”

Logan sighed, weary and desperately ready to sleep. They’d worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. Logan looped his arm through Wade’s, who all but melted at the gesture and dipped his head to Logan’s shoulder. “C’mon, sweetheart,” Logan urged, “We need to rest and warm up.”

The structure was only twenty by ten feet with a roof of woven branches and thatch, it’s walls not much more than the same save for a foundational perimeter of river rocks and mortar that came as high as their knees. It wouldn’t do much to warm them, but it would keep the wind off them if they laid down. The four walls seemed sturdy and the planks of the door held together by iron nails, leather lashing and hung on sturdy wooden hinges. Logan unlatched it and ushered Wade inside, closing it behind them. The slim spaces in the walls let in slivers of light and once Logan’s eyes adjusted he could discern more of its interior. The height of the roof’s peak was lower then his or Wade’s height, which stood to reason. He was only an inch shorter than Wade’s six foot three inches. If they were in the time Logan was guessing, the pair of them would be seen as giants. Logan studied the architecture of the shed before taking in the rest of their surroundings. There was enough hay to cushion them, but not enough to insulate against the cold. The sheep would be in the stables of their master’s house, this small building forgotten until the Spring.

“I think I know when we are,” Logan spoke, wrapping his arms around Wade’s waist from behind and drawing him back against him.

“Ok, swooning here honey badger,” Wade all but giggled.

Logan’s response was to tighten his grip, “Europe, 11^th or 12^th century? Judging by the posts and lintels of the ceiling.”

“Did you seriously look at some beams and smack us dab in the middle ages?”

Logan shrugged, “Been around a long time, baby.” Logan let him go, casting a cursory glance around, finding nothing that would be of use to them. “I don’t know about you, bub, but I’m beat. It ain’t pretty, but this straw will have to do. I’ve slept in worse places. Jail cell in a Vietnamese internment camp, for starters. Dirt floor and stone walls.”

“Registan Desert, Afghanistan. We put up our tents on this massive underground scorpion nest. Woke up covered in them. Good times!”

Logan gave a full body shudder. “How the fuck was that good times?”

“I was the only one who didn’t get stung! Screamed like an elementary school girl though.”

Logan laughed warmly and guided he and Wade down to the straw. It smelled musty and irritated Logan’s nose. They lay face to face, noses nearly touching, “Take your mask off for a bit? Miss your face.”

“Got a hunkerin’ for a microwaved leftover slice of pepperoni pizza, do yah?”

“Right now, I could eat a fucking horse, but that’s besides the point. Wade, I love you, and your stupid face, so take the damn mask off, will yah?”

Wade propped himself up and peeled off his mask, setting it down on the straw to lay his cheek on, but before he could do so, Logan pulled him near for a long, languid kiss.

“Geez, bub, your skin is ice cold!” Logan spoke with a gasp.

“Yeah, it’s fucking freezing out there, Mr. I Run Hotter Than A Volcano.”

“C’mere.” Logan drew Wade in as close as he could against his body, tucking Wade’s nose against his beard as he bodily shielded him in a cocoon of his limbs. Wade shivered, finally allowing himself to let it show just how cold he really was. Logan tightened his grip, laying a big hand over Wade’s head to keep what heat he had left from escaping, “Sorry we can’t light a fire, bub. Nothing but wet and frozen wood outside, and the straw would just smoke. Good news is, there’ll be a farm around here somewhere.”

“A medieval farm. We’ll fit right in, especially in these outfits.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“I’m not sure what would scare them more, my mask or my face? I’m being serious.” Logan sighed and pressed his lips to Wade’s head and held them there.

“We’ll figure something out. We always do.” Logan snuggled Wade closely. “Feeling any warmer?” Wade nodded, tucking his arms against his chest between them. “Remember when we first got together?”

“Hard to forget! I was your grand bisexual awakening! Two hundred years of life and not a dick had you sucked until mine!”

“I’m not talking about sex, you nimrod.”

“But Peanut, that’s all we did every day for three months. Remember that one day? When we fucked for twelve hours straight? Ha! Straight. Not anymore.”

“That’s not all we did.”

Wade paused and took a breath, relaxing closer into Logan’s arms. “We cried a lot. Said a lot too. We had decades of unprocessed trauma and grief. Super cringe.”

“I remember our first kiss.”

“Yeah, we were arguing… over pizza toppings?”

“You were getting a little passionate about prawns on margarita pizza, had to shut you up. I just wanted a ham and pineapple or pepperoni.”

“Then you told me, If you say one more thing about prawns I’ll fucking kill you!, and about five minutes later you were biting my nipple with your hand down my pants. Why the trip down memory lane, Peanut?”

“We’re stuck god knows where, god knows when, freezing our asses off and I think I’m ok. Ever since you found me in that bar, I’ve been ok. More than ok. I’ve got the man I love in my arms, and aside from not knowing what’s going on back home. I’m ok. As long as I have you with me, Wade. I can handle anything.”

“Love you too. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Well, no, I rather be at home, but on the other hand - you’re my home, Logan. God, aren’t we a pair of saps? We’re so sappy you could make maple syrup from us.”

Logan smiled and gave Wade a squeeze. “Get some sleep, baby. I’ll keep you warm.”

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Chapter 2

Note: The term “Saracen” is considered derogatory towards Muslims. However, it’s accurate to the place and time this tale takes place. Logan knows this, but it fits the cover story Logan must tell.

When Wade awoke the next morning, for a split second he was content. The scent of Logan filled his nostrils and the fierce and attendance comfort he always found in his arms was present. Then, he shivered violently as he felt the cold seep back into his bones. Logan’s grip tightened on him.

“Mornin’ darlin’,” Logan spoke softly, brushing his lips across Wade’s forehead. “Sun’s just come up. It’s been snowing all night. We can’t stay here, gotta keep moving, try and find somewhere we can have a fire.”

“I’m so cold I don’t even have a witty quip,” Wade groaned, reluctantly pulling away from Logan and stretching his body while Logan pressed a good morning kiss to his cheek. “How much did it snow?”

“About a foot, not as bad as I feared.” Logan too stretched then climbed to his feet before extended his hand to pull Wade up.

“Oh joy, so it’s half way up to our knees? Terrific. Want half a Snickers?”

Logan did a double take. “Excuse me?”

Wade delved into one of the pouches of his utility belt and brought out a full sized Snickers candy bar. “Snickers? Peanuts for my peanut. I just remembered I had it. Lil’ post-battle snack.

“I don’t know whether to kiss you or stab you.”

“It better be a fucking kiss, or no Snickers for you.” Wade grinned and Logan leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Wade’s lips. “That’s better.”

Wade unwrapped the chocolate and bit off his half before offering Logan his portion. Logan’s eyes all but rolled into the back of his head at the sweet treat. His stomach growled loudly.

“You’re going to run down a stag and eat it raw, aren’t you?” Wade grinned. After they’d eaten, Wade offered Logan a mint from a tin that had been next to the Snickers in his utility belt.

“What don’t you have in there?”

“Common sense, condoms, and a TVA tempad.”

“More’s the pity. Ready to brave the day?”

“No.”

“Put your mask on, keep your face warm.”

“I also have a travel sized lube in my utility belt.”

Logan sighed, shaking his head in disbelief, “First chance we get, promise.” Wade put on his mask and took Logan’s offered hand. Logan pulled the door inwards and squinted at the rising dawn sun and the brilliant white it cast over the landscape. He pulled his cowl over his head to shield his sensitive eyes from the brightness. Taking the lead once more Logan stepped out into the frigid air, looking up at the clear blue sky. He scoured the field and chose their path, pulling Wade along with him.

“So how come the adamantium doesn’t make you all stiff and cold?” Wade asked as they walked, trudging through the high freshly fallen snow. “We’ve had more than one winter together and you’ve never complained about the cold. I’m only asking now for exposition purposes for the audience.”

“Metabolism’s too high. That’s what my Hank thought at least,” Logan explained. He was starting to feel the cold however. “Need food to keep it working at its optimum. Haven’t seen hinde or hare to hunt out here though. If we don’t get a good meal in us, I won’t be doing so hot by tonight. At the same time, the adamantium inhibits my mutation.”

“Excuse me what now?”

Logan shrugged. “That’s what the test showed. The adamantium is slowly poisoning me, but my mutation is strong enough to continuously reverse it.”

“We’ve been together three years and you’re just telling my this now? My honey badger is being poisoned?!”

“Calm down, doll. Like I said, my mutation doesn’t let it take hold. I’m fine.”

“Ok, but what if someone removed the metal? Like Magneto could just pull it all out of you one particle at a time.”

“Nice. Thanks, bub. Hank said that if the adamantium was gone my mutation wouldn’t be supressed like it has been. The animal traits would take over. I’d get bigger, meaner, more savage. Claws and fangs would grow. Self control would go out the window. I wouldn’t be me. I’d become a monster.”

Wade wrapped his arm around Logan’s, “No you wouldn’t. Not to me.”

“You’d still love me? Even if I became some berserker beast?”

“Course I would. You’d still love me too. Before you say anything, sure conversation might be a bit stunted, but it took me over a year to get more than a grunt or a fuck off Wade out of you. It’d be like Stokholm Syndrome. I’d literally never leave, even if you tore me in half and lemme tell you that ain’t fun, but I’d grow back and keep following you. Eventually I’d wear you down and you’d accept me again. That being said, hope your dick doesn’t get any bigger. I joke about being a size queen, and I am, but any more of you and I would have to join the advanced Yoga Class back home and it’s a bunch of Real Housewives. They’re so full of botox and fillers it sounds like bubble wrap when they stretch. Very distracting.

All that being said, I could get used to a bigger, hairier, angrier boyfriend. You’d still be my sweet teddy bear. You could totally fight the Hulk and win and I’d be right there cheering you on.”

“You don’t have to worry about it. The adamantium isn’t going anywhere. But, I appreciate what you’re saying.”

“Well, I love you.”

“Love you too, bub.” Logan paused as they reached the edge of the field. To the left was more forest and to the right, the edge of the river. “I think we should follow the water – people build their homes and farms close to a water source.”

“Have I mentioned lately that I’ve developed a serious intelligence and capability kink with you?”

“I believe you’ve mentioned it once or twice. Give yourself a couple hundred years and you’ll catch up.”

“Yeah, but you’ll always be the pretty one.”

“Wade, don’t start.”

“I was just…”

“You know it upsets me when you put yourself down, so quit it. Unless you want to…”

“Sorry…”

“I know. Me too.” Logan sighed and let go of Wade’s hand, only to snake his arm around his waist and draw him closer. Wade smiled beneath his mask and put his arm around Logan’s shoulders. “I think we might be on a road? It’s about wide enough for a horse and wagon, and the way the trees have arched over us – looks like it’s an old road. Could tell properly if there wasn’t so much snow. You ok? Warm enough?”

“Not even a little bit, but I guess I’m lucky. Every time frostbite tries to take hold, my cancer cells go you fuck right off, cellular necrosis, this bitch is mine and regenerates before anything can happen. Hurts like a sonovabitch though.”

“More pain than usual?”

“Yeah…”

“We’ll have a fire tonight, no matter what.”

“Thanks for caring, honey bunny.”

“You’re my guy, Wade. I’ll always take care of you, and before you even think of saying it, you take care of me too, in ways you don’t even realize.”

Wade wrapped both his arms around Logan’s waist and squeezed him tight as they continued to trudge through the snow. It was awkward, but none the less, very nice. A good couple of hours passed and the path they followed widened. In the distance the landscape shifted from flat to that of rolling hills with a valley towards the horizon and in that valley Logan could spy houses. They’d found civilization. Despite they way they were dressed, they’d find a way to get some food and a place to spend the night – even if they had to threaten people to make it happen. It wasn’t ideal, but their situation was a desperate one.

They continued their walk, hearts lightened by the knowledge they weren’t alone. Logically, the two did not expect a warm welcome whoever’s door they knocked on. They were strangers, and dressed in bright superhero suits that weren’t exactly common when compared to wool and homespun linens. Not to mention, Wade was armed to the teeth with blades and Logan of course had his own weapons built in. Sticking out like sore thumbs was an understatement. Wade was fairly certain people would take one look at them and brand them demons.

As they crested the first hill a copse of trees had a manor house nestled within. The house itself was of an average size for their modern day sensibilities, but Logan assured Wade for the middle ages, it was practically a mansion, supported by the fact that it was surrounded by a defensive wall of felled trees secured in the ground with their pointed spikes reaching upwards.  The front gate was open and there appeared to be several soldiers milling about on the outside of the property gorging themselves on lamb hocks and flagons of ale, laughing in their drunken stupor.

“Hmm…” Logan hummed lowly as he and Wade crouched down and observed over the distance. “Something’s off.”

“Who are they?” Wade asked, sizing up each of the dozen or so men, figuring out their weaknesses should there be a need to engage in combat. Truth be told, it wouldn’t be much of a fight. For starters, his adamantium katanas would cut through anything, especially the soldiers’ swords and the chainmail they wore under their tunics.

“Dressed like Knight Crusaders – the red cross on their white tunics – but acting like assholes,” Logan explained. “Some of the Knights in the First Crusade were priests. They ain’t acting particularly holy. Could be they’re just letting loose after a long journey, but my gut tells me something else. At least this gives us a timeline and possibly location – 11^th century Northern Europe or the British Isles. Let’s circle around back, maybe get a look from a higher vantage point.”

The pair moved silent and low, using the trees as their shields as they advanced, hoping their bright colours wouldn’t give them away. Logan marvelled as Wade scaled up a massive quick as a squirrel, barely rustling a single branch. Logan followed, less gracefully, but with equal agility. Wade ventured out on the strongest limb, then leveraged himself up to the one above, giving him the highest vantage point, and allowing Logan and his weight to be supported sufficiently. The courtyard contained another dozen or so men, dressed in the same garb as the others. They were carousing and laughing while the Master of the Manor, his family and his servants all cowered together. The young men, likely field working serfs, had been severely beaten and lay unconscious on the snowy ground, some of them barely out of childhood. A monk, Benedictine by the dark colour of his robes, stood defiantly between the frightened family and the knights.

Logan listened intently as the monk pleaded for mercy from their captors. The bold black haired leader of the troupe laughed haughtily, while poking and taunting the monk with the tip of his broadsword.

“Idiot,” Logan grumbled, “Idiot. But at least he’s a brave one.”

The Lord of the manor was the eldest, and too long in the tooth to put up much of a fight, though he looked strong enough to try however likely to fail. His face was already purple with bruises and bleeding. The women were all quite young, from teens to their twenties, save for an elderly women and one about forty, all huddled together, one with a baby in her arms.

“Can you make out what they’re saying?” Wade whispered.

“Not really, I’m getting the odd word, it’s Old English. Not exactly my forte, it’s easier to read than speak.”

“Of course! Of course, he knows Old English when he hears it!”

“Shut up. I liked Beowulf.”

“Just teasing, Peanut. You know you’re sexy.” Logan rolled his eyes and Wade grinned beneath his mask. The tension down below came to a boiling point when a pair of the soldiers set their eyes on one of the women. She wasn’t the youngest, but was clearly still a teenager. Grabbing her by the arms, the two began to drag her away as she screamed and fought against them. The Lord, tried in vain to stop them and received a punch to the gut and another to his face, doubling him over as he threw up a belly full of bile. There was no second guessing of what the men’s intent was as they dragged her towards one of the hay barracks. “Oh fuck this,” Wade cursed, pulling his katana swords from their sheaths and he deftly hopped to his feet and balanced himself on the branch. “We doing this?”

Logan got to his feet, “Fuck yeah we are. I’ll get the ones at the gate, the rest are yours.”

“Maximum effort!”

Wade ran the length of the hefty branch and launched himself on top of the roof of the house, then on to his hip to slide down the snow covered roof of the house only to catapult himself off the edge, do a few acrobatics in the air before landing on his feet as perfectly as a cat between the two with their arms on the girl, and her panicked family. From above Logan felt an immense swell of both pride and lust at the sight Wade with katanas at the ready. For a seemingly endless moment, everyone on the ground stood staring at Wade in a stunned silence. After a spell, Wade stood up straight and casually sauntered towards the pair that held the girl. He tilted his head like a curious puppy before whipping his katanas in the air as fast as the blink of an eye and then taking a few steps backwards. When the soldier’s bodies slid apart in four hideous sections and slopped to the ground in a gush of blood and formless flesh, Logan readied himself and leapt into the soon to erupt fray. He landed on all fours and was off like a shot after them men at the gate. Seeing the Wolverine thundering towards the soldiers caused Wade to give an involuntary full body shudder of intense arousal. His honey badger was so hot when he was on all fours, especially in bed when… Wade gave his head a shake and started killing.

Logan soared up from the ground with claws extended as he embedded them in the chest of the first soldier foolish enough to take a run at him. With a snarl, Logan withdrew his claws and moved on to the next. In a blur he cut through flesh and steel, killing without mercy or hesitation, knowing Wade was doing the same. There was no blade that came at him that his claws couldn’t cut through, nor flesh he couldn’t penetrate. He allowed himself to lose sense for a time, and not tarry until his foes were all dead. By the time he reached the gate, there was no one left. He turned just as Wade removed the head of the last knight with one smooth slice of his katana. Afterwards, Wade stood inert, breathing heavily with blood dripping from the ends of his swords.

In fact, the entire courtyard was red stained from their carnage. Logan retracted his claws and slid the cowl from his face, revealing to everyone that he was indeed human.

“You ok, bub?” Logan called.

“Peachy,” Wade replied, wiping his blades on a dead man’s tunic before sheathing them. “You?”

“Fine, babe.”

“Now what? The cast of Monty Python’s The Holy Grail here is about two seconds from freaking out!”

Logan sighed, having not thought much beyond the rescue of the family. He turned and walked towards Wade, moving past him as he pat his shoulder, offering his hand to the young woman on the ground who’d been dragged away by the two soldiers and dropped when Wade had started slashing. Tentatively she looked up at Logan, then to his hand. He was patient and let her decide. Hesitant but grateful, she took his offered hand and let him pull her to his feet. He directed her towards her family as he walked backwards to stand with Wade.

Logan cleared his throat and spoke, “Wē wēnaþ ðē nān hæþen.”

“Excusemewhatthefuck?” Wade said, doing a double take at Logan’s speech.

“Old English, bub. Just told them that we mean them no harm.”

“That’s nice, like we didn’t just butcher a couple dozen men in front of them.”

“Look, if this doesn’t work out, we’ll move on.”

“If this doesn’t work out, I’m stealing at least four loaves of bread, a cheese wheel and a cow.”

“And all the coin the soldiers have on them. We should try and find some less conspicuous clothing to wear over our suits.”

At that moment the monk stepped forward away from the group, his hands out before him in placation and approached the pair. He went to speak, but stopped himself, looking back at the master of the house, then back at Wade and Logan. Finally, he spoke, and bowed his head as he did so.  “Þancas þe for us hælende.”

“Pretty sure that was thank you?” Logan spoke, a question on his face. “Darlin’, your Spanish is pretty good, right?”

“Si, es muy bien, amore. Por que?“

“Because I’m trying to hatch us a story. Modern Spanish is passable in these times. I think I can get us by with my Old English. If I tell people you’re a Spaniard then that explains you not speaking the local language, if we run across one we can fake it.”

“Ok, I’m picking up what you’re laying down, Peanut. What’s the plan?”

“I’ll tell them we’re Crusaders too, but not like these assholes. We’re priests.”

“God, I so wanna see you in a Catholic school girl uniform.”

“I’m being serious, Wade.”

“So am I! Be advised, love of my life, that my entire knowledge of the Catholic faith is based on being a champion in all seven of the deadly since my nineteenth birthday, and the film Nuns on the Run. Testicles, spectacles, wallet and watch.” Wade mimicked the sign of the cross and the monk gasped in surprise. “Oh shit! What did I do?”

“It’s fine, sweetheart, works for the yarn I’m spinnin’. I was raised protestant but we’re a few hundred years too early, but I’ve been around the block, I should be able to fool ‘em.”

“Can we at least be warrior priests? Like Warrior Nun? Cancelled way too early if you ask me, but hey she upgraded and married Chris Evans, so a win if you ask me.”

“Yeah, bub, after this display, we’re warrior priests. Give me a few. Got some talking to do.” Logan turned to the monk, did the sign of the cross and knelt down on one knee. Wade, following Logan’s lead did the same. Logan steepled his hands as if in prayer and looked up at the monk and beyond to the family and household they’d just rescued. He sincerely hoped his multiple readings and study of Beowulf and a few others texts would serve him well enough. That Tolkien fellow he’d met in the trenches during WWI had told Logan he was a natural with ancient languages as they’d read and interpreted Tolkien’s battered copy of Beowulf. Logan had been fighting with a Canadian Regiment and Tolkien the British. They’d bonded over literature, though Tolkien had moved on once he’d heard some of the things the Canadians had done. Logan was perversely honoured that some of the Geneva Conventions had been added thanks to he and his brothers in arms. “I, Logan, son of John and my brother in arms, Wade son of Will and I have returned from Jerusalem. He is of Hispania and I a Gael. We met under the crusade of Pope Gregorius VII at the gates of the City. We fought in many battles together. My brother was captured by the Saracens and burned, but survived. Through the grace of God he was restored hale, but is scarred. Be not afeared of him. He is a good man. I owe him my life and allegiance. We travel the world together, spreading the Word of God, and pray he places us in the path of the pious who pray for aid. I believe he sent us to you this day. We are warriors and servants of our Lord and Father. We humbly beg forgiveness for the carnage we have wrought this day, Holy Father and kneel penitent before you.”

Logan bent his hand and Wade followed suit.

“Everything you just said was super blasphemous wasn’t it?”

“Yup, probably. If I wasn’t already going to Hell, I sure am now.”

“Worth it for the gay sex though, right?”

“Among other things, like getting to love you.” Logan smiled to himself. Yeah, Wade was worth it. He was so worth it. When the monk lay his hand on Logan’s head and made the sign of the cross as he spoke the words of divine forgiveness in Latin. Logan rose as the monk walked past him to Wade. “Take your mask off, Wade. Don’t worry. We’re forgiven.”

Wade looked up at Logan. The tremor of fear in his heart didn’t stop him from doing as Logan bid of him. He hated exposing himself to strangers, but he trusted his love. Wade peeled his mask off and stared past the monk into Logan’s eyes. Even as the monk lay a tentative hand to his bald, scarred head, he looked at his man. He knew everyone was staring at him, but there was no help for it. They’d probably not seen anyone or anything life him. After Wade had received his absolution he rose to his feet. Logan looked on him with such fondness he was worried the others could see the love between them shining through. Wade was cognizant enough to know that homosexuality was a very big deal when Catholicism ruled the land.

“My brothers, for your service today, I ask on behalf of the Lord of the Manor and his family that you take food of his table and solace under his roof this night,” the monk spoke earnestly, “I am Brother Aelfric of the Order of Saint Benedict.”

“Says his name is Aelfric,” Logan provided, “We’re invited to dinner and to spend the night. We’ll have a warm fire and hot food. But first, we should take care of the bodies. We’ll take whatever money they have on them, and mail and armour too – help us fit in.”

“Food, bath, sleep, in that order please.”

“I can get yah two out of three, bub. If we can make it to an inn, we can probably get something like a bath. C’mon, let get to work.” Logan turned and clapped Wade on the shoulder as he moved past to start stripping the first soldier of his wares. The monk and master of the manor clued in to what he was doing while the women dispersed to get the household in order and help the injured young men of the manor.

“Great, covered in blood and now’s we’re going to get super duper sweaty. We’ll smell awesome,” Wade mumbled as he selected his own corpse to work on.

“It’s the Middle Ages, everyone stinks.”

“Except your man musk is like an aphrodisiac, and that girl you helped up is making moon eyes at you.” Logan glanced over his shoulder and saw that Wade wasn’t lying. The young woman was starting at him. She couldn’t have been much older than Laura. Logan ignored her, “Good thing for you she’s not my type anymore. I like ‘em tall, muscular, sassy and with a big dick.” Wade blushed and Logan grinned at him, hoping no one would notice.

In the end the bodies were piled in a pit dig dug by the farm hands who’d recovered enough to manage it. The tossed in the tunics and hose and anything else that would burn. Most of them had purse full of coin and other spoils from those they’d no doubt harassed and pillaged since landing back on British soil. Logan negotiated that he and Wade would keep half and the other half would go to the family. Logan was of a mind they’d keep travelling and make their way as mercenaries and Wade agreed, suggesting they could look for this time’s Sorcerer Supreme to get them home. He supposed it could be the Ancient One – but weather she was among the Celts of Ireland or Scotland, or all the way in Tibet at this point was anyone’s guess. It was an idea and better than remaining idle or despairing. With their abilities and weapons, they wouldn’t face much trouble unless they ran afoul of an angry mob, which Wade suggested with him around was highly likely.

When the work was done, the weapons, intact mail, and armour were taken inside the home, along with the coin. The monk spoke the last rites over the bodies before the Master of the house, a man they’d learned was called Hereweald, doused them with oil and set them alight. Some of the young men who normally tended to the herd of sheep, cows and goats stood watch and kept the gruesome bonfire going as they added wood to fuel it. Brother Aelfric was their bridge to the family, who remained wary of the strangely garbed men, but the Lord of himself ushered them inside to the hearth. Wade audibly groaned as he dropped to his knees before the fire pit central to the open plan house, pulling off his gloves to warm his hands by the fire. Logan joined him, cracking his aching knuckles as he let the heat of the fire suffuse him. He closed his eyes, bone deep tired and it was still daylight outside. He could smell bread cooling, a barrel of ale, and a lamb stew bubbling away in the adjacent cauldron.  Beneath them the floors were lined with woven thatch mats with fur hides and sheep skins strewn about for people to rest upon.

Above them the roof was high and airy, with a wide array of dried herbs hanging in large bundles from the rafters. Against one wall were a bank of beds with curtains drawn back. Along another were the tools and implements of the kitchen along with a stone to grind grain into flour; barrels of winter root vegetables; and more of dried peas and various grains. There were tables and benches, and tools of trade, farming, and butchery. All in all it was a homely house and stirred a warmth in both men after having been lost and cold for so long.

The household soon gathered around the fire and bread was handed around. Then stew was ladelled into crockery and passed between them, the biggest helpings going to their saviours, Wade and Logan. The stew consisted of carrots, parsnips, turnip, mushrooms, leeks, cabbage, rosemary, thyme, salt, pepper, sage, oats and barley with big chunks of lamb. The servant girl passed them full flagons of ale and the look on Logan’s face told Wade he was ravenous. His lover’s heightened metabolism required a lot of food, as did Wade’s, but he was better at hiding his hunger – a leftover trait from a troubled childhood.

Brother Aelfric sat himself down to Logan’s right, while Wade was at Logan’s left, their knees touching. It was a small connection, far too little for what they each desired, but in company they could be no more than friends and travelling companions.

“Tell me, brothers, what is your garb so peculiar? So brightly coloured?” Brother Aelfric asked, “Never have a seen such consignments.”

“He’s asking about our suits, got any good lies?” Logan translated for Wade.

“Have they seen many ‘saracens’? Just tell ‘em that’s how they dress? You’re on your own, honey badger.”

“We have travelled many lands,” Logan explained, “The people East of Jerusalem dress in many bright colours. After battle our clothes were ruined, we found what we could. In truth, the clothing is warm and well suited to fighting. We kept them for that purpose. They have endured the miles better than wool or leather. The Saracens are larger than those of this land and my brother and I as you can see must’ve descended from Goliath!”

“You do tower over all men of these lands.”

“We will dress ourselves in the borrowed robes of the slain to be better accepted. I imagine we will continue to be challenged as we traverse the lands.”

Logan’s stomach growled noisily and the others laughed, “Eat! Eat honoured guests!” Hereweald chortled, “Have your fill! I insist! Plenty more ale too! And a daughter, if you fancy ‘er! Been trying to marry her off a year but there’s none she’ll have. But she’d be worth leaving the priesthood for, don’t you reckon?”

The girl, the one Logan had been chivalrous towards blushed a deep crimson. Her name was Elspeth and she was a beauty, and couldn’t have been more than fifteen.

“Ok, he totally tried to pimp his daughter out to you, didn’t he?“ Wade barked with an acerbic laugh.

“Shut up and eat your food,” Logan grumbled.

“You’re lucky I don’t speak the language, babycakes, or I’d tell him how much you like to be bent over the back of the couch and railed like I’m The Union Pacific Big Boy Locomotive!”

Logan glared at him and Wade grinned over a gulp of ale. Logan looked Hereweald in the eye, respectfully declined his offer, “We are most grateful for your hospitality, but our vows and devotion to God prevent us from taking wives. We are warriors of the Almighty and have but one purpose – to aid the innocent and slay all those who are afront to God’s will.”

“Sugarplum, I don’t even have to speak the language to know you’re top level bullshitting right now.”

Logan took a mouthful of bread soaked in the stew, popping a chunk of lamb into his mouth. His listened to the conversations around the fire

“Tell me, Aelfric,” Logan asked, “We have been travelling aimless for days, where are we precisely?”

“Half a day’s walk from  Scrobbesbyrig . Follow the Severn and you’ll reach it. It is where my Abbey is. If you make your way there, the Abbot may grant you repose and shelter, even if you are not of our order. He is not easy to curry favour with and my name will not get you past the gate. I’ve been sent on sabbatical to the Priory in Carmarthen Clas in Wales – all because I dared to question his authority! Is it not the command of Christ that we welcome and tend the Leper? He only came to ask for food and the Abbot banished him! I fed the man and was thus put out. I regret nothing.”

“Nor should you.”

“That is just one instance of our Abbot behaving unlike Christ. When our former Abbot was called to Heaven, Rome sent us this man. He thrives on malice, to my eyes. I’m sure he has been sent to test our faith. I believe that Leper was an angel in disguise, for had I not come to this place on the way to Wales, I’d have not met two such noble warriors. Tell me, the blades you used, how do they function? Are they part of your clothing?”

Logan felt himself scrambling for an answer, looking to Wade, “He’s asking ‘bout my claws…”

“Pull and trigger release like a crossbow, shafts built into the arms of your suit, mechanism to restring the release carefully constructed by whoever you think they’ll buy.”

“Thanks, bub, owe yah one.”

“By one you mean a blowjob?”

Logan smirked and Wade caught the glint in his eye and bit his bottom lip to keep a whimper of lust at bay, “You know it.” Logan turned to Brother Aelfric and explained, the monk accepting the words as truth, along with the others listening to their conversation as they ate.

“Tell me more about this Abbot,” Logan pressed, ”Would he turn us away if we showed up at the Abbey’s gate?”

“Not if he learned you were Crusaders. It is known that he desired to visit the Holy Land, but proved too delicate for the hardship of travel. His father was a titled Lord with land, but The Abbot was the third born son and was always destined for the church, though from what my eyes have seen, he felt no Holy call to God, only the power and political positioning the higher echelons of the Church could bring him. He has made no secret of his desire to be made Bishop, then one day Cardinal in Rome herself, but instead was sent to Scrobbesbyrig to see to a flock of peasants, sinners and louts. There is no love in him. He is a perverse man. He delights in punishment and the vocation to rid us each of our perceived sins. He degrades and frowns upon the poor and downtrodden. Every woman is a whore, even when young and innocent. He disturbs me. I do not like how he looks upon them – as if equal parts repulsion and lust war within him. I do not trust him. I have suspicions that he has taken liberties with the young women of the flock, but no proof. I am, in all truth, delighted to be going to Wales and far from him, though I lament those I have left behind. May God keep and protect them.”

Logan nodded and contemplated the monk’s words as he ate his meal. Afterwards they were offered more bread, but this time with butter and honey, which delighted Wade. Logan smiled fondly at his enthusiasm. When night was upon them an all were to bed, Wade and Logan lay head to head on the ground in front of the fire. Brother Aelfric was on the other side, already in slumber. Others went to the barn to sleep next the animals in their own small nooks. All was silent save for the crackling of the fire.

“Warm enough, bub?” Logan whispered. They’d each been given woolen blankets.

“Yeah,” Wade replied, “Miss your arms around me though.”

“Me too. Feels weird, us not being all wrapped up together. I slept alone for decades, centuries, now I feel like I can’t go a night without holding you.”

“I didn’t get my kiss goodnight.”

“I know, I’m sorry. We can’t. They wouldn’t understand. Maybe if we’d ended up in Ancient Greece or Rome…”

“S’ok. Maybe we can find an inn tomorrow, like you said, put a door between us and the world?”

“Sure, we got the coin.”

“I like these people. They’re good. Hard-working. If we stayed here, helped around the farm…”

“Wouldn’t be the worst, no. But, Aelfric told me some things, about this Abbot who kicked him out. Gut’s telling my he’s bad news.”

“Been here a day and already we’ve got a mission? That’s my boy!”

“We’ll check him out, see what’s what. If it’s nothing, we’ll move on, make our way to Ireland, search for the Ancient One, see if she can send us home.”

Wade turned over so he could look at Logan, or at least the top of his head. “What she can’t? What if we don’t find her?”

“Then we build a life for ourselves. We’ll figure it out. We always do. All I really care about is that I’ve got you with me. Except, I’ll miss my daughter and our friends, our dog, like crazy, but we’ll catch up to them in time.” Logan inched up a little closer, so the top of his head could touch Wade’s, who leaned in and sighed contentedly. “They won’t even have chance to miss us. We can show up the day after the battle. Or get there early and see Strange, give him the heads up. Fuck, maybe we’ve already created our own paradox?”

“Well, we would, wouldn’t we?” Wade looked around, and believing everyone was asleep and inched his hand across the ground toward Logan. Logan’s hand met his halfway and their fingertips touched. “All I care about is you too, Logie Bear. I love you a crazy lot. You're in my heart, you're in my soul. You'll be my breath should I grow old
You are my lover, you're my best friend. You're in my soul…”

“Rod Stewart?”

“Popped into my head.”

“I love you a whole crazy lot too. Get some sleep. We’ll make our way to town tomorrow, stay at the inn. Then, to the Abbey and the Church, see was we can find out about this asshole of an Abbot.” Logan looked around again to ensure everyone was still asleep and snuck a quick kiss to Wade’s hand, “Goodnight, darlin’.”

Wade smiled to himself and ruffled Logan’s hair. “Goodnight, Peanut.”

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Chapter 3

When the cock crowed just before dawn, Wade, Logan and the household arose to begin their day. The travellers helped with morning chores, and to dig a deep hole to bury the remnants from the pyre the night before. With the bones interred, so was the horrid attack of yesterday. Now, the family were armed with weapons should others of the same ilk arrive again at the manor’s gate. As Logan prepared for the continuation of their journey, Wade spent what time they could spare before their departure teaching the young men, and the women alike at his insistence, the basics of how to properly wield a sword. Logan lamented on Wade’s behalf that they could not stay longer to make proper warriors of them, but he’d given them a head start. There was no doubt in Logan’s mind there was no greater swordsman in this time than Wade.

Their goodbyes were not tearful, though they were touched when Brother Aelfic blessed them. Dressed in mail under the tunics gifted to them from Hereweald, with proffered crucifixes dangling from their necks, gauntlets upon their forearms, hose wrapped around their shins, and stolen cloaks upon their shoulders. They looked every bit like men of the 11^th century.  Logan wore a belt and sword upon his hip, with a new knife in his boot. Wade had awkwardly affixed his katanas and their TVA issued scabbards over his cloak, not willing to being unable to draw then in an instant if needed. He’d drawn his hood up to keep his bald head warm and logan had done the same. The ends of their boots and gloves were the only items somewhat out of place, but were hidden well enough to not draw immediate or complete attention. The carried purses of coin on their belts and Logan carried a sack over his shoulder, filled with bread and cheese for the day’s journey along with full a bladder of ale to drink. They set out with gratitude to Lord Hereweald for his hospitality, and the invitation to return should they pass by his lands again.

Logan and Wade had set out by early afternoon and knew they’d only make it so far as The Black Swan, an inn on the outskirts of the town before the darkest part of night settled over them. The walk was arduous due to the snow and the extra weight of the mail upon them. Wade refrained from complaining, knowing how much heavier a burden Logan bore with the adamatium on his bones. They stopped briefly to eat, and to make out behind a tree for a few moments. The only other people they saw were those outside the walls of other manor lands. Logan greeting them in their own tongue and earning no suspicion other than to be marvelled at for their immense physical stature. Wade kept his face largely hidden. He didn’t want to scare anyone or have Logan explain the story he’d concocted about him having been burned by the enemy in battle. He did muse however it might make the case for sainthood. If he was going to play-act as a Priest, he might as well give it his patented maximum effort.

As the sun set and the gloam of the evening swept over the land, an icy wind came howling through the trees. There were more people on the road, most of them making their way to nearby homes on the outskirts of the town. It was going to be another cold night, and the likelihood of snow again was high. Wade kept his head down and followed Logan’s lead. The gleam of the large silver crosses that dangled from their necks caught the eyes of several men in the vicinity as they made their way to the gate to gain entrance into the inn’s yard. None stared too long as soon as Logan’s menacing glare caught their curious eyes. It also helped that he and Wade stood a head taller than every one else and looked like the seasoned warriors they were. Ahead of them a man and woman on a big black horse road through the entrance and towards the stables. Logan followed with Wade behind him, veering towards where the light and noise spilled out from behind closed doors into the courtyard. A placard depicting a black swan with a silver arrow through its heart hung above the doorway.

“What do I have a bad feeling about this, Peanut?” Wade mumbled under his breath.

“Might have something to do with drunks thinking that can take on someone our size, let alone with our skills.”

“Honestly, it’s one of my favourite hobbies.”

“I know, sweetheart, and I’d like to let yah, but we also need a place to stay tonight.”

“And I need your dick so far up my ass that I can feel it in my…”

“Ok, loverboy, enough, we need food and to warm up, then we’ll see where my dick goes.”

“Oh, I know where’s it going. I have three travel sized tubes of lube in my utility belt.”

“Of course you do.” Logan rolled his eyes, but smiled affectionately at Wade, who winked at him. He’d blame the blush on his cheeks on the cold wind. They pulled open the heavy oak door of the inn and stepped inside to a full house. Bar maids weaved through the crowed with several flagons of ale gripped firmly in their hands taking them to the tables, while young boys approaching teenhood rushed out of the kitchen with full platters of food for the tables. Oil lamps and wax candles bathed the pub in warm amber light. Several conversations quieted as the pair stepped inside. Their presence was immediately noticed by all.

Boldly, Wade slipped his cloak’s hood off his head before Logan had a chance to do it first. There were audible gasps and several more conversations faded away, but Wade looked out over the room defiantly, unwilling to hide himself away. There was no point in being inconspicuous. This was only their third day in this time and place and who knew how many more lay before them. He might as well go through life as he always had – proud and rebellious. It had taken him a few years to get there, but with Logan by his side, he never needed to compromise himself again for anyone. The only opinion that mattered to him anymore was the man he loved and had chosen to spend eternity with. Everyone else could go fuck themselves.

Logan pulled back his own hood and with the typical menace to his face, surveyed the room. Everyone looked away. When a kitchen boy came out of the with a platter full of food and rushed across their path, Logan stalled him with a firm hand to his shoulder. “Fetch your master, boy, we need a room for the night,” Logan spoke, just enough of a growl to his voice to properly intimidate the poor young lad. The boy nodded vigorously and Logan set him free to make his way to the table to deliver the dinner to the patrons. After a period of waiting and short but burly man ambled towards their position, eying them warily. Logan noticed him and locked eyes, but the innkeeper quickly looked away, mistakenly setting his gaze on Wade. His eyes widened comically and Wade sighed, used to being scrutinized.

“We have been on the road many days,” Logan began to explain, ”We are priests returned from Jerusalem and it is too late to reach the Abbey. We are cold, hungry, and need of bath and bed. We have coin enough.”

 As serious as Logan was, the innkeeper chortled at him, “And what’s a priest doing with coin enough for a bath and room?”

“I did not say we were merely priests. We fought in Antioch and Damascus before we reached Jerusalem, and fought our way back. What use is coin to dead men?” There was a thin veil over the threat Logan had intimated and the innkeeper seemed to get the point. He visibly tensed and then put on an air of pleasance, gesturing towards a table by the fire.

“I’ll have hens and tuber brought to the table, and two pints of ale,” the innkeeper offered, bowing reverently, “We have only one room left. I beg forgiveness but there is only one bed.”

Logan successfully prevented himself from smirking, “We have slept in worse places than an inn with a fireplace. We’ll make do. My brother will take a pudding too if you have one.”

“Bread with cream and honey?”

“That’ll do.” With a nod, Logan dismissed him and he led Wade to the table they’d have to share with some of the other patrons. They sat themselves down and finally relaxed after a day’s travel, letting the heat from the nearby flames suffuse and warm them.

“Did you threaten him?” Wade asked. His peripheral vision caught that several people were still staring at him.

“Not in so many words,” Logan replied, “He got a little curious about how we were going to pay for the room, on account of us being priests. I wanted to get the word out that we were warriors, seasoned in battle. The less people we have to tangle with in town the better. Once we hit the Abbey, we’ll hunker down for a couple of days, take a look at some maps and figure out where we’re going to go. If figure we can start with Scotland or Ireland? This Ancient One was a Celt, right?”

“Yup.  What if she’s in Tibet though?”

“Then we get on a boat, hit Russia in the summer, get some horses and head East. Do mercenary work as we travel. Kill bad guys, steal their shit.”

“Your moral ambiguity is showing, Peanut. I’ve been a terrible influence.”

“You’ve made me a better man, Wade, but I ain’t no boy scout. I sure as fuck ain’t a priest either. We’re cut from the same cloth, bub. We protect the innocent, fuck up everyone hurtin’ them. Worse ways to be. God, I wish I could kiss you right now.”

Wade grinned but kept his eyes on the table. The last thing they needed was everyone seeing him radiate the complete and utter adoration he had for the man across from him.

“We get a proper bed tonight,” Logan continued, “And a bath. It’ll probably just be a basin with water, but I’ll take it.”

“I’m am so not cool with the lack of hot showers, soap, and coconut moisturizer, by the way, but being alone with you sounds… yeah, you’re going to have to gag me or everyone’s gonna know what we’re doing behind the closed door.”

“Oh, I’ll be gagging you all right, with my…” Before the words left Logan’s mouth, a kitchen boy came rushing up and dropped two plates in front of them. Behind them was a barmaid carrying two flagons of ale. She winked at Logan before placing them down before them.

“Did she just flirt with a priest?” Wade laughed, “Saucy wench! So, what am I looking at?”

“Roast chicken, with parsnip, rutabaga and turnip, bread to sop up the juices after. Potatoes don’t make it to Europe for another 500 years.”

“Five hundred years before even the idea of tater tots? These poor people!”

“Dig in. Use a knife if you need to. Couple of decades early for forks.”

“It’s a fork. I could’ve come up with a fucking fork. Oh god, maybe I invent the fork? Do I invent the fork?”

“Baby, eat your food before it gets cold.”

“And then up to our room so you can fork my brains out.”

Dinner was pretty damn good to Wade’s mind. The parsnips were a little funny to his palate, but the turnip wasn’t too bad. The chicken was seasoned with parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme and cooked perfectly. They wolfed their food down and relished it before indulging in a second pint of ale with their bread, honey and cream. They to be shown up to their room, which the innkeeper assured them would be at any moment. As they finished the last of their ale, the pub’s door was slammed open, banging heavy against the nearby pillar, startling everyone present. An immediate hush came over the crowd and the servants stopped in their tracks. Three burly, mean looking men in black cloaks stood there, smirking malevolently.

“Ooh, looks like we’re getting that bar fight after all, Peanut,” Wade mused.

Logan stared past Wade at the trio. They were of average stature for the times, definitely several inches short than Wade or Logan, but they were broad and muscular. “Yeah, they look like trouble. Just take ‘em down easy if they give us trouble. We don’t wanna be run out of here already.”

“How many medieval Englishmen know Jujitsu, Kung Fu or Krav Maga?”

“I’ll bet the farm that number is zero.”

“Then we’re all good here, honey badger.”

“We’d be better if we didn’t fight at all, but those three are looking for trouble. See how everyone’s quieted down? This ain’t the first time.”

“Could be the last? Baby knife and four moves. I can get it done before anyone blinks.”

“I know you can, sweetheart, but play it by ear. There’s a lot of innocent people here.”

“As my dearest requests. Oh, but please let one sucker punch you? For funsies? I wanna see bones crumble. Pretty please? For me?”

“Like I said, we’ll play it by ear. I just want to go to bed.”

“I’m know my Wolvie’s tired. Promise, if they don’t bug us I won’t lay a finger on them. If they don’t start none, there won’t be none. If they pick on someone, you can ask them nicely to stop. With your fists. Deal?”

“Deal.”

The pair went back to their ales while the others kept their wary eyes upon the new comers. A kitchen boy with an armful of crockery carefully made his way between the fireplace and where Wade and Logan sat. Logan gently placed a hand to the boy’s shoulder to halt him. He fished into his purse and placed a coin in the boy’s hand as he precariously held the empty plates.

“Tell me, boy,” Logan whispered, “Who are the three swarthy newcomers?”

“The Brothers Yarwood, m’Lord,” the boy answered, keeping his eyes cast downwards.

“Are they troublesome?”

“Yes, m’Lord. They were here naught but a sennight ago. Wasn’t a nose in the house that wasn’t bloodied. They’re fond of Geneva Liquor.”

“Off you go.” With a nudge Logan sent the boy on his way.

“What’s the scoop?”

“Assholes who like to pick fights after getting drunk on gin.”

There was a resounding crash and the breaking of dishes as one of the brothers, the one with a long black beard, had tripped the same kitchen boy Logan had spoken with. The man laughed heartily and kicked the poor lad over as he gathered the broken pieces while the innkeeper looked on in deep concern. The three men each had a skin of liquid with them and by judging by the smell as they each took another swig from them, they were already drunk and looking to get their rocks off in a fight. The one with the short cropped beard and shoulder length hair, also the colour of ravens, narrowed his eyes upon Logan’s face and the back of Wade’s head. He nudged at his brother and while Logan leaned back, the silver crucifix that dangled from his neck glinting in the firelight, and gave them a hard stare back.

“Oh, I know that look,” Wade spoke with a grin.

“They’ve already pissed me off. It’s your lucky day, bub. You might get to beat down some pricks and then get yours sucked afterwards.”

“God, you are so romantic tonight!”

“Well, I like to show my guy a good time.”

The others at their table scrambled out of the way as the three brothers headed towards Logan and Wade. “My only lament is they won’t understand my witty quips and insults.” Wade turned to look at the trio, smirking as he did so, “Hewey. Dewey. Lewey.” He turned to Logan, grinning like a loon, “I just thought of that! Clever, right?”

“Not your best, angel, but not bad.”

“Well, you haven’t given me an orgasm in 48 hours. What do you expect? I’m functioning at a diminished capacity. I told you about the magical healing cock trope. So, if we could hurry this along then maybe we could give me some of that remedy, huh Peanut? Speaking of tropes, why do they have to be angry menaces all the time? Why can’t they be jolly and ask for a drinking contest? Why is it always intimidate the new guys and get their ass handed to them?”

Logan sighed wearily and looked up at the trio, “Have you come to confess your sins and ask for absolution?” Logan asked, giving the elder of the brothers an unflinching glare. “Have I mistook this establishment for a church?”

The three brothers tried to look menacing and Wade had to bite the inside of his cheek to hold back the big guffaw that threatened to escape. Two of them were extremely inebriated by the looks of it, swaying a little on their feet while the eldest scrambled to come up with a retort. Logan waited patiently, taking a sip from the last of his ale. “You do not look as a priest should,” he spoke in a gruff voice, his words slightly slurred. Enough for Logan to clock that he was drunk too, but not yet fully intoxicated.

“I don’t act like one should either,” Logan spoke, looking him directly in the eye. “You would do well to sit and drink the house ale, than antagonize your betters. I have walked more miles in a day than you will in your lifetime. I have walked in the footsteps of Christ in Jerusalem and spilled the blood of thousands who challenged me. My brother and I will leave and you may have our table. Or, you will make fools of yourselves and risk excommunication for your insult to soldiers of God.”

”I don’t know what you just said, Peanut,” Wade sighed dreamily, “But your super sexy neck vein is throbbing and your voice was so commanding I could nut right here, right now. Anyways, the one to your right is about to pull a knife on you so I’m just gonna…”

Wade was right of course. He was up and his katanas were out of their sheaths before the knife had gotten even so much as a foot within Logan’s proximity. The adamantium blade cut through the steel and iron alloy of the hunting knife like it was made of butter. Before the severed blade clanged on the floor, the sword was at the man’s throat. Meanwhile, the other blade had stopped a hair’s breadth from the throat of the other brother, who found himself unable to come to the defence of his sibling. The eldest stood between the two. If he moved Wade would have his head. Wade grinned menacingly at the trio, daring them to challenge him. It had all happened so quickly, the other patrons barely had a moment to react, all stunned into a silence so complete everyone held their breath. Logan casually downed the last of his ale and rose from his seat and just like Wade, towered over the brothers.

“Should you come upon us again, think better before you seek conflict. I am tempered, my companion less so. He fought thousands of Saracens and was burned by their eternal fires, and survived. He has no patience for fools. Consider yourselves blessed that we are not in the Holy Land. Were we and you had drawn a blade against us there, your bodies would be laying now upon the ground next to your own severed heads.”

The pure menace on Logan’s face was enough to get the three to back off, despite Wade’s blades at their throats. He turned to Wade, his expression giving away nothing, “C’mon, bub, let’s go find our room,” Logan spoke in a low growl and Wade felt his stomach drop as the most fierce burst of arousal he’d ever felt in his life coursed through him. Wade spun on a dime and sheathed his swords. He walked away from the table paying no mind to onlookers while Logan followed him nodding his head in peaceful reverence to the other patrons, trying to make them somewhat at ease after his aggressive display. If only they knew that he’d been at his most restrained. As he passed by the maligned kitchen boy, he pressed five silver coins into his hand, more than enough to buy the next day’s meals for his family. Logan ruffled the boy’s hair and gave him an earnest, kind smile.

“Top of the stairs, second door to the right. The room’s prepared, as is your bath, Holy Fathers,” the innkeeper spoke, an air of gratitude to his voice, knowing none had ever had the courage to put the Yarwood brothers in their place. “You’ll not be disturbed. You may come break your fast an hour after the cock crows!”

Logan nodded his head and motioned to Wade to go up the creaky planks that served as a staircase.

With the day behind them, Wade struggled heavy footed up the stairs and once they were out of sight, from behind him came Logan’s hand in the small of his back to guide him to their room. The door Logan indicated as theirs was heavy and its iron hinges made a godawful squeal that set their teeth on edge. A potter-made oil lamp’s wick burned on the bedside table, giving little to no light, but it was enough for Logan to find the beeswax candle in its holder on a bench and bring it to the small flame to light. He set it back where he found it and it gave off enough light to illuminate the room where Wade could see. There was a bed, not much bigger than a twin size. It would be a tough squeeze with the two of them, but that suited the pair just fine given how they were usually entwined like couple of horny octopi. The straw mattress is covered by a linen sheet with a woolen blanket on top and one down stuffed linen covered pillow. Logan doubts they were entirely clean, but it was better than nothing. He hoped the bedframe would support their combined weight, but it looked fairly sturdy. Last item in the room was a large basin, that was only big enough to stand in. It was full of tepid well water that some poor boy had probably spent the last hour filling up one bucket at a time – it would’ve been exhausting work. There was a clay pitcher on the floorboards next to the basin and a couple of haphazardly folded drying cloths.

Wade closed the door behind them and rotated the hook around into its latch to ‘lock’ the door.  By the time he’d turned around Logan was back to him and on him. Wade’s body hit the closed door with a solid thud with Logan pressed firmly against him, his hands taking hold of Wade’s face and crashing their mouths together. Wade let out an indignant surprised sound, but immediately parted his lips to welcome Logan to deepen the kiss. Wade threaded his fingers into Logan’s hair and whimpered into his mouth. Logan grunt of affirmation and the increasing avarice of his kiss had Wade swooning. Logan’s hands began to urgently pull at the layers of Wade’s clothing. The first to go was his cloak as it slipped to the floor. Wade continued to kiss Logan with all the passion he could muster when Logan suddenly push off him.

“Off… everything off,” Logan panted through swollen lips, “Too many fucking layers, get it all off!”

Wade’s eyes widened. He knew the feral look in Logan’s eyes and knew his pupils only got as black as they were now when he was desperate. He was practically vibrating with need and it excited Wade, just as it always did.

“Horny little honey badger, aren’t yah?” Wade mused with a teasing grin.

“Get naked, or I start using the claws!” Logan growled, but then stopped abruptly and ran his hands through his hair, taking a breath, then moved back close to Wade, leaning in for a softer, gentler kiss. “I’m sorry I… baby, I need you.”

“Hey, it’s me. Any way I can have you I want you, any way you want me, you can have.”

“It’s just hitting me now – we’re stuck a thousand years in the past. I might not live to seem my daughter again. I…” Wade leaned in a kissed him. “Long term was never something I thought I could do. But you…” Wade’s next kiss silenced him and Logan sunk into him, his desperation not abated but having shifted from lust to love. When it came to Wade, love always won out over his baser needs. Wade undid the clasp at Logan’s throat and his cloak too fell away.

“I’m here, Peanut. No matter what, we’ll be ok. I know you believe it, it’s what you told me.”

They drew apart again, and went to task undressing, finding kisses where they could. Once both were naked, Logan sank down to his knees and took Wade in his mouth. Wade watched in rapt attention as Logan’s eyes fluttered closed and the tension ebbed from his body. Logan’s hands kneaded and caressed over Wade’s thighs, abdomen and rear as he attended to him. Wade’s hips pitched and receded languidly, savour the sensation of Logan’s mouth hot and wet around him, taking him down and loving him with an unerring passion Logan has never kept restrained from him. Wade gasped and groaned, both hands gripping at Logan’s hair until the breaking point came for him and he erupted as Logan swallowed his release.

As Wade sighed and leaned against the door for support, feeling soporific and loose limbed as Logan kissed his way up Wade’s body as he came to his feet. “Want to come inside you,” Logan pleaded against Wade’s ear, “Turn around for me?”

Wade complied as Logan searched for and found the small bottle of lube in Wade’s utility belt. Once Logan had sunk fully inside Wade, the pair stilled and held each other for a moment. Logan laced the fingers of their right hands together and held them above their heads and against the door as he began to move. Wade, already relaxed, abandoned himself and for once let his mind still and had Logan be everything. Logan wrapped his left arm around Wade’s waist and held him firm as he took him unhurriedly, letting them have a peaceful, loving moment together rather than the frenzied fuck it could’ve been. Wade reached behind them with his free hand and encouraged Logan to move a little more ardently. Logan didn’t last long, his whole body seizing as he spilled into Wade, then wrapped his arms around him and held him in the aftermath.

“We should clean up, then go to bed. I’m so damn tired, Wade,” Logan spoke, barely above a whisper. “Thank you, I needed this. I needed you. Can’t do any of this without you.”

“Anytime, you know that. C’mon, me first, ‘cause when you uncork me y’know it’s gonna be like a champagne bottle that’s been shaken in a Home Depot paint mixer.”

“Jesus Christ, Wade.”

“What? It’s not my fault you’re like an Icelandic geyser when you come!”

Logan snickered, his whole body vibrated with restrained laughter, “Fuck, I love you so damn much.”

“Love you too. You’re gonna love me even more when I tell you I have a little hotel room bar of soap in my utility belt.”

“What don’t you have in that thing?”

“I told you, common sense, condoms, and a TVA tempad. Bath time? Oh, fuck…”

“What?”

“I didn’t pack my rubber ducky.”

“So, no common sense, condoms, a TVA Tempad, or a rubber ducky?”

“He made bathtime so much fun.”

Their ‘bath’ could barely be constituted as one. Logan washed his hair first, then each took their turn standing in the tub as the other lathered them up and rinsed them off. The whole affair was utilitarian until Wade started soaping up Logan’s chest and talking about hairy, meaty tits and something about motorboating. Logan made him cool his jets, promising a tryst of some sort come morning. While the chimney from the fire below ran through their room and offered a degree of heat, being wet chilled them quickly. While at home they preferred to sleep in little to nothing, both pulled on their underclothes and socks before deciding to crawl between the circumspect blankets.

 “We slept on the ground in a shed last night, bub,” Logan sighed, ready to drop. They were clean and well fed and in a place they wouldn’t freeze. All things considered, it was the best of situations. “It’s only for a night.”

“I’m not complaining. I just miss our bed, and our dog. There’s still 45% battery life left on my phone, so I turned it off. We might need to leave a secret message for someone to find in a crypt a thousand years from now, but I want to play Cat Sorting, look at pictures, y’know? And why hasn’t the TVA showed up? Seriously? So far so good and all that but we really don’t belong here, Peanut. I want to go home.”

“I know, sweetheart, me too. C’mon, tonight we get to sleep in each other’s arms. Didn’t get that last night. We should make the most of it. Who knows where we’re sleeping tomorrow.”

“Could you? That is, can I…?”

“What?” Logan walked to Wade, putting his arms around his waist and holding him, looking into his eyes, seeing the candle flames dance in them.

“Could I be the big spoon?”

A soft, effulgent smile spread across Logan’s face at he looked at the earnest plea in his boyfriend’s eyes. Logan leaned in and slotted his mouth over Wade’s, closed his eyes and wrapped him up in his arms.  Wade reciprocated, holding Logan by his hips, sighing with relief against his lips.

“Into bed then,” Logan spoke, following after him as Wade grabbed his weapons and placed them around the bed strategically before climbing in. The wood creaked as it bore both Wade and Logan’s weight, but it held firm. Wade tucked his knees behind Logan’s, the bed too short for them to stretch out in. Wade snuffled contentedly into Logan’s hair as they lay their head on the pillow. The blankets were pulled up to their ears and the two men relaxed as best they could. When Wade’s hand snuck up under Logan’s shirt and rested on the right pectoral and gave it a tentative squeeze Logan snickered.

“You’re ridiculous,” he laughed under his breath.

“Excuse you, this is my emotion support tit,” Wade cuddled up as closely as he could and Logan leaned back into him, “This is nice. You’re like a big warm teddy bear.” Wade punctuated his statement by kissing the back of Logan’s neck. “Sex is great, really great, and never better since you, but this? This is the best. I love you, Peanut.”

“I love you too, Wade. Get some sleep.” He paused and closed his eyes. “I like being your teddy bear.”

“You’re so soft for me, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, just for you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too.”

“Get some sleep. I have a feeling we’re going to have a long day tomorrow.”

“Night, Logan.”

“Goodnight. Wade?”

“Yeah?”

“You warm enough?”

Wade pressed another kiss to the back of Logan’s neck and hugged him as close as possible. “Perfect.”