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Nate was… usually a top. Usually.

In his own minds eye, when he was on providence and ruling over Rumekistan, it was… it made sense for him.

To not show weakness, even in the bedroom.

Though now… Nate was painfully aware of the problematic hetero-normative view of that outlook. That Nate was seen as the ‘man’ of the relationship so… therefore he had to top.

Had to.

Half the time, and Nate cringes at it now, he didn’t even ask what his partners wanted. What they preferred. He assumed they wanted him to top and so it made sense for him to top.

Hell, most of his partners teased him with comments on his size.

“Built like a brick shit house.”

“Damn near 7 ft.”

“That dick must be-“

You get the point.

So, with those comments rattling around in Nate’s mind (along with a pinch of toxic masculinity) he never even suggested it. None of his partners seemed to want it after all.

Well… until a Wade Wilson showed up. Along with a Logan Howlett. How come they both switch? Why does Wade not mind being called baby girl? Why is there no leader?Everything for Nate, started to be questioned now.

So much so that, after the three’s little sexcapades together, Nate had a bit of a dream swap.

Sort of.

He found himself back in the military. The military of his past and of Wade and Logan’s futures.

Nate, general at this point in the dream, found himself holed up in a mobile infantry unit. The tents torn to shreds with shrapnel. He was currently kneeled down at a soldiers bedside in the infirmary. Talking to him but not fully able to make out what he says. He eventually pats the soldier’s hand and leaves.

A nearby building in shambles was calling his name. He walks over and inside is a lone shower. The holes in the walls were not even close to serviceable for someone who wanted privacy while they shower.

Good thing Nate didn’t give a shit.

He stripped quickly and let the, surprisingly warm, water run over him. He sighed in content. Scrubbing the dirt and grime off himself from the day.

A soldier stopped as he walked by, abandoning his other friends to stare Nate up and down. He was tall, taller than Nate, quite handsome and blonde hair and blue eyes. 7’1” if Nate had to guess.

Nate tried to ignore the way he looked like a taller version of Steve Rogers.

“Room for one more, general?” Not-Steven asked as he leaned on the crumbling doorframe of the shower. Nate looks up, there isn’t another shower head. Before he knews it, the soldier is stripping in front of him and he’s roving his eyes over Nate’s body. He’s tall, lanky, covered in scars and quite handsome. Strong jawline with a slightly crooked nose, must’ve broken at some point, and beautiful long delicate eyelashes paired with thick, strong, eyebrows.

“Sure.” Nate whispers, but the soldiers head doesn’t even fit under the shower-head. Regardless, they’re both quick and to the point of what they both want. Nate finds his brow furrowing as he leans up to kiss the mystery-man. He can’t believe that this is the first time he’s kissed someone taller than him. He feels dwarfed. Not in size, Nate definitely has a lot more muscle on him, but definitely in height.

He tries to ignore how it made his knees feel weak. He gasped in between kisses as the soldier started to play with his nipples and touch his back. Nate returned the favor, loving the soft gasp he received when he gripped the soldier’s ass. Prodding every so lightly at his rim. The soldier purred into their next kiss and ground himself into Nate. Only to part a moment later to speak.

“I usually love that… but I think after the success of our mission today, I think I’d like to reward you, general.”

Nate raised a brow at him, but it didn’t take long for the other one to raise in surprise. He felt the soldier bend his knees slightly to reach down to Nate’s ass and give the same motion as he received earlier.

“Or maybe you’d prefer it… here?” Suddenly the soldier’s hand slipped deeper between his legs. Where normally there would be Nate’s perineum, now rested a very wet pussy.

Nate gasped in surprise but it felt normal in the dream. Like he was gasping, not because he had a pussy, but because of where the soldier touched him. Dream logic at its finest.

“At ease, soldier. You don’t have to ask my permission.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” The soldier responds with a sarcastic salute and Nate laughs as he turns off the shower water.

Next thing he knows he’s being fucking lifted. Most of his weight is resting on the crumbling tile while the back of his knees get supported by the Soldier’s weight. Nate’s moaning before he knew it, feeling a tongue lick a long stripe between his folds and inside his hole quickly.

God somebody nearby must be getting the tongue-fucking of their life for Nate to be able to sense it this clearly in his dreams.

Nate groans as he grips the back of the Soldiers head and twines his fingers into his hair. He grunts and groans as his hips buck up involuntarily into the tongue of the soldier. His hips then repeat the motion over and over and over again. Until the soldier finally holds Nate’s hips down, pinning him to the shower wall behind him.

He feels not-Steve’s hands run up his slit and quickly start with two fingers while he sucked on his clit. Nate curses as his head tips back and hits the tile of the wall. Resulting in a groan and a grunt from the half-metal man.

With a few more well placed sucks, another finger added, and with a swivel of the soldiers wrist that caused the most beautiful squelching sound to come from Nate’s pussy, Nate finally felt the heat build in his pelvis and stomach. He moaned loud and long, his panting getting quicker and quicker.

“God, you moan like a pornstar.” The soldier said, muffled by a wet pussy. Nate’s wet pussy.

Just then, Nate saw a flash of red from the corner of his eyes, his head swiveling as he tried to keep quiet, just in case it was an enemy. He made no motion to stop fully.

He moaned as the soldier lifted him off and down from his shoulders so they could be eye to eye. “I couldn’t imagine the other men seeing you like this, moaning like some slut in heat.” He added a forth finger.

Nate shook his head and bit his metal hand, unable to really say much more but moan around his fingers.

“God you are so wet, General, I bet I could get my fist in you, in record time I bet.” The soldier smirked.

Nate snickered back, finally in a place to get a grip on his voice. “Bold of you to assume I have a record to beat.”

The soldier’s eyes went wide, searching for any signs of lies. When he found none, he spoke, “You- I mean- never…?”

Nate shook his head, color finally rushing to his cheeks as the soldier returned his smile.

“Well lucky me… hmm… maybe the other soldiers would like to use this newly stretched pussy too, hmm? Could just leave you out as an excuse to ‘boost morale’.”

Nate was going to respond until he saw that same flash of red again. He gasped and bit his hand, trying to keep quiet. Though the loud squish of his pussy wasn’t doing much to hide them. Surely enough, the red-uniformed officer came over.

It was Wade, in his full Deadpool suit.

Nate gasped, god, for Wade to see him in such a vulnerable state was so fucking hard.

And so so fucking hot.

In fear of the soldier kicking out Wade, Nate spoke. “N-No wait he could be useful.” Nate panted again, Wade leaning over a partially broken wall to try and get a better view of Nate’s sloppy sounding cunt.

Just as Wade was about to talk, Nate woke up.

He took a moment to right himself in bed, groaning into the pillow as he felt his cock trace the lines of the sheets below him. Hard as fucking steel. He sighed as he rolled over to see Wade and Logan snuggled into his side.

Then, the dream came rushing back to him.

Fuck.

He started to wake Wade up with gentle kisses all down his back. Starting at his neck, he slowly followed his kiss trail all the way down to Wade’s back and down into the covers of the bed. He needed Wade, awake, now.

Upon a sleepy, but more sobering, reflection, Nate found himself wanting.

Not just wanting Wade but wanting him in the same way that he wanted that soldier in the dream.

He spread Wade’s legs under the covers and got met with his usual hello-kitty boxers with a wet-spot in the crotch.

Nate wasted no time in laving his tongue over the soft fabric. Simultaneously, he hooked his elbows under Wade’s thighs and let out a soft sigh. Like he was snuggling up for a nap, not about to eat Wade out.

Quickly, with the help of Nate’s telekinesis, Wade’s hips were lifted and his boxers were slipped off.

Nate sniffed, long and hard. Laving a lazy tongue into Wade’s folds, that earned him a soft twitch to his clit and an even softer breath to slip out.

Wade spread his legs wider subconsciously. Nate gave him a soft kiss as if to say “good boy” but to not fully wake him yet. Then, Nate licked another stipe up his slit.

Nate stopped for a moment and tasted his tongue for a minute. That… tasted and smelled like Logan’s saliva. Nate even saw a few of his beard hairs left and Wade really didn’t have any of his usual messiness or smell with his “morning pussy.”

Nate delved two fingers into Wade quickly, crooking at the exact angle the soldier did for him. He now realized that soldier in his dream was Logan and he was Wade. Not in physical body but in bodily sensation. He felt Wade getting eaten out by Logan in his dream.

There was something so hot about knowing Logan had been here and had eaten Wade out once already.

Nate jotted that thought down for later as his last coherent thoughts went away as he heard Wade moan above him and tangle his fingers sleepily in his hair. He slowly finger fucked him, savoring every sound and pant Wade made on the in-out sensation. His metal hand, going to rest two fingers right under his huge clit.

Wade pulled harder on Nate’s hair, causing a moan and creek of the bed to sound as he thrusted his hips into the mattress, not having finished from his dream. Wade stretched and moaned louder, finally coming out of his sleep.

Nate could tell Wade was biting his lip as he spoke, meeting Nate’s finger thrusts with little excited cants of his hip. “M-Morning peanut…” Wade gasped and his words were quickly muffled as Logan captured him in a wet kiss. He moaned and rolled his hips into Nate as Logan kissed him through his pleasure-filled whining.

Logan shifted his feet on the bed, kicking Nate lightly. At first, he thought it was just to let Nate know he was there. But then Nate looked over between Logan’s legs, he was naked, per usual, but he was also rock hard and dripping with pre-cum.

Nate kept finger fucking Wade and finally, finally, turned on his metal hand. Setting it to vibrate against Wade’s boy-clit. A giddy ‘squee’ was given from Wade in response, still eagerly kissing into Logan’s mouth.

Thankfully, this left Nate’s mouth free to roam to Logan’s cock. With a few shifts of Logan’s hips from his TK, he had Logan’s dick down his throat.

He wondered if the soldier in his dream would moan the same way Logan did.

Wade finished first, surprisingly still having a bit of squirt left in him, as he ground down against Nate’s fingers. Nate was a bit dissatisfied he wasn’t there to lick it up, until Logan finally came with a long and loud groan down his throat. His thoughts going foggy as he helped his partners get off.

Finally, with heavy panting breaths, Logan and Wade lifted the covers to see a very smug Nate, snuggled between their legs and content as ever. He was breathing a little heavy due to his own arousal but mostly due to how hot it was under the quilt.

He licked the little bit of cum that had slipped onto his lips and  stared hungrily up at the other two.

“Well good morning to you too, ain’t you a ray of sunshine?” Logan groaned as his head fell back against the pillow.

Wade giggled and ruffled Nate’s hair. “Get up here future cowboy. I wanna help too!”

Nate rolled his eyes.

Wade reached for Nate anywhere he could grab and tried to pull him up.

Nate moved himself up to meet the other two eventually. Wade moved to make himself at home right between Nate’s legs and slipped his cock out of his boxers. Wade wasted no time in engulfing him in his mouth completely.

Logan came over and watched Wade work, only to lean in and share a very messy kiss with Nate. He was going to pull away and say something like “thanks for sucking me off,” but all that really came out was “what the fuck?”

Nate hadn’t swallowed.

He gripped Logan’s cheeks between his thumb and index finger before he could pull away. He connected their lips again and forced Logan’s cum into his mouth with a gentle huff from Wade, who was laving over his cock with his tongue.

Logan tried pulling away but eventually gave up and leaned into it, realizing it wasn’t quite as gross as his morning brain lead him to believe.

Still pretty gross though but that’s what made it hot.

Suddenly, Nate really felt like he had to pay back the soldier who ate him out earlier. By proxy and logic, that’s meant Logan, which he already made him cum (duh, it was in his mouth) but what’s a little cherry on top going to hurt?

Logan was just happy to be licking up any part of Nate (and himself)(and a hint of Wade by proxy) from his mouth. Nate moaned into his lips and lost a bit of breath as he leaned forward into it, entangling his fingers around Logan’s neck as he let out a deep growl at the contact. Somehow getting only more veracious.

Nate grunted and bucked his hips into Wade’s mouth as Logan growled at him. He could feel the vibrations from the sound reverberating down his metal arm and all the way to where the metal met his lungs. What an odd feeling. It wasn’t necessarily bad per-se but… it felt like if you inhaled a tuning fork after vibrating it. The metal rattling in your lungs, not enough to hurt but enough for you to know something was there.

Nate was shook from that thought as Logan bit his bottom lip. Logan chuckled as Nate tried to get Logan back but got cut off by his own moan. He looked down to see Wade deep throating him, blinking his pretty little eyes up at him like it was nothing. Nate leaned back on the bed and gulped as he tried to reach forward and meet Logan again. At least some of the kisses would hide his moans partially.

Logan, however, was far more determined to return the favor. He lunged over and pressed a steady hand to Nate’s shoulder and pressed him back to the bed and held him there. Having Nate now lick up his blood from his lip and in turn, Logan making a bite on Nate’s to get his blood. Thank goodness Logan had a healing factor and his TO virus wasn’t transmittable. Logan sat on his stomach as he pushed Nate down into a deeper kiss. He felt his cock twitch in Wade’s mouth at the motion.

Nate didn’t fight it, he surprised himself. Maybe it was that he still wasn’t fully awake yet but normally he would be full on wrestling with Logan and Wade. Too cagey to let one of them even think they were going to top him. (Not they wanted to or thought they were going to, the act of fighting and challenging power dynamics was just fun on its own.) But now? God he wanted it. That dream completely rearranged his thinking about bottoming. He curled his hands around Logan’s as he pinned him, as if to keep him there. Logan kept kissing and kissing, his cock starting to perk up again.

To bottom wasn’t to show weakness but to give someone else control. While in turn, getting to still have your own control by giving it to someone else.

That was a scary thought for Nate. Hadn’t he been in control of these two the whole time? Well… Wade and Logan definitely gave him control when they wanted or needed it. But now? Nate wanted to have control by giving it.

If that makes sense. Nate’s not even sure it makes sense in his brain because he’s too busy cumming them out. Logan and him gnash their teeth roughly at one another through heavy moans and pants, blood, saliva, and cum.

Nate felt Wade swallow the last drop around his cock and pop off with a satisfied hum, like he had just eaten good ice cream, not sucked cock.

Logan finally let Nate go after one final bite to his lip, he flopped back onto the bed and looked at the other two. “Not too bad of a start for a Sunday morning.”

Wade chuckled. “I’ll fucking say. An orgasm, a quick nap with a wet dream, and another orgasm? And I got to make out and suck dick? Church can fucking suck my dick, this bed is my fucking altar.”

Logan beat Nate to his next question. “Wet dream?”

Wade licked his lips and flopped down on the bed in between the two of them, snuggling up to get nice and warm in a muscle-sandwich. “Oh my- yes! God. Nate was there- it was so hot. I was in the middle of a war or something, running secrets to the enemy side I think, when I got stopped by some whorish moaning! To my surprise, it was the general of the infantry unit who was moaning. And who was that? Fucking Nate! Except he wasn’t doing the fucking- he was getting finger blasted by a tall-ass, and I mean tall-ass, he was taller than Nate, version of Captain America! Aaaaand Nate had a pussy too! Just as I was about to get a good look though, I blinked and Nate and Captain disappeared! Next thing I knew, I woke up with Nate between my legs.” Wade sighed dreamily. “What a good fucking day.”

Nate’s brain finally caught up to him.

Wait.

“You had that dream too?”

Chapter Text

What are you? A fucking sheep? Ch. 2

Nate held his head in his hands.

Fuck he liked the dream.

And Wade saw him.

Shit.

He wasn’t… ashamed but more so worried.

Worried that Wade may take things quicker than he wanted.

Nate was right to worry.

“What do you mean Captain America finger banged your fucking pussy?”

“It wasn’t Captain America. And I- I think it was your pussy, Wade. I think I caught your residual feelings in my dreams. When Logan was-“

“Wait. When Logan was finger-blasting me, you could feel it? Oh shit! Oh fuck! That’s- so wait, was Logan technically Captain America in this situation?”

“Yes, Wade, but that’s not-“

“Oh shit! Does that mean- Logan finger blasted me in real life and you in your dream and you had a pussy and you liked it?”

Nate groaned. “Yes Wade.”

“What does that mean?” Wade gasped a huff as he fell back onto their surprisingly soft mattress.

Nate demanded they get a better one after he moved in. Who was he to be denied? He was the one in charge after all.

Logan peaked his head out from their bathroom, mouth still foamy from the toothpaste. “It means he likes me fingers blasting your pussy, Wade. Or… me as Captain America?” Logan paused as he spat into the sink. “Shit, what does that mean?”

Nate sighed, he said a silent prayer for Bright Lady to give him patience.

“I don’t know. If I’m being fully honest. Pretty sure I don’t want to have a vagina. Well- not like that.” He smiled over at Wade and gave him a soft kiss on his head. “But- I really liked the soldier-“ Nate specifically put emphasis on the word soldier, so as the other two would stop fucking calling him Captain America. “-rewarding me.” Nate bit his tongue as soon as he said it. His face flushing brightly with embarrassment.

God why was this so hard? Nate grumbled with himself over and over. As they all begun their day, that question continued to haunt Nate. As soon as he forgot about it. It’d pop up again.

The soft hands of the soldier running all up and down his back. The feeling of his fingers inside of him. Nate exhaled through his nose and tried to ignore the thoughts that were distracting him from his current job.

Doing inventory in his Hell’s Kitchen safe house.

Well… more like taking what he could and shoving it in a duffle and making it back home before his hour timer ran out.

The thoughts themselves were bad enough as it was. Though, what was really distracting, was Nate thought he could feel slick between his legs.

It’s like every time he’d move to get an item off the shelf or to slightly shift his legs to adjust himself, he’d feel damn fabric rubbing against his non-existent pussy.

He convinced himself it was just after-shocks of the dream.

He also tried to convinced himself that he wasn’t half-hard from the phantom-feeling.

It was a bit more difficult when the soldiers face flashed in his mind, covered in slick as he licked his lips clean. Nate huffed and quickly took care of himself in the bathroom.

Still, the question was there, why was it so hard to admit he liked it?

Sure… his past partners, of all genders, had always bottomed with him. Why had that always been the case?

Oh… right.

He remembered reacting so harshly to the first time he got asked to bottom. Aliyah, his first wife… ah yeah. Nate’s chest warmed at the thought of her. She asked him to try it out, she had bought a strap-on and a reasonably sized dildo. Nate still wonders how she got those on the battlefield. Now, thinking back on it, it didn’t seem so scary.

At the time, it was terrifying.

To be that vulnerable when they were on the battlefield together? Sure they fucked around and had to sometimes run-out mid fuck due to bombings or gun-rain, but what if they had to do that again and Nate couldn’t walk let alone run?

It sent two sets of shivers up his spine at that point. One was extremely scared of that idea and the other was extremely turned on at the idea.

He remembers, vaguely, Aliyah limping a few times and Nate having to carry her bridal style. Yet, that was fine with him. It was just-

What if he was the one getting carried out? At the time, with Aliyah’s stature and Nate’s 350 pound weight, there was no way in hell she could carry him, should the need arise.

He shook his head with a laugh. Thinking about how silly he’d look in her arms if she could carry him. How big he’d be and how small she’d…

Very quickly, images of the soldier, Logan, and Wade replaced Aliyah in quick succession. All of them holding Nate in different ways.

He hated that he liked them all and didn’t know why.

Aliyah seemed so hurt when he told her no. Yet, she respected his space and kept his boundary in place. They didn’t talk about it again.

Truly though, he knew he was using the gun-fire and the other horrors of war as an excuse.

Really, he was so afraid of what she might see. Nate himself wasn’t even sure what was under his tough-general facade. To lift it in front of the enemy would truly mean defeat.

Nate wasn’t in war anymore but that thought still haunted him, of getting his entire team killed because he just wanted to try it up the ass. Aliyah always had ways of making Nate’s facade come down when they were alone. It took a while and Nate had to be coaxed into not checking the coms for about an hour and had to really bullshit himself into not thinking the enemy was nearby.

He reminded himself again, he wasn’t in war anymore.

At least not physically, in his mind? Absolutely he was. The other two were he squad mates and his enemy was-

Stryfe? Wait. No.

This wasn’t Stryfe, but a representation of Nate. He was fighting himself.

So, back to the original question. Why was it so hard to admit that the dream was kind of hot and he’s like to try it with Wade and Logan? And why have all his other partners assumed he didn’t like bottoming?

Nate came home with dinner that day and did the only thing he knew was logical.

Interrogate to get information.

“Why did you two assume I wanted to top when we first met?”

Logan coughed and spluttered his beer. Wade giggled.

“Pricilla! You’re kidding, right?” Wade began, “You just look like your cock is big.”

Nate scrunched his face like he smelled something bad. “So?”

“So… So I want it up my ass. Is that the million dollar answer or what?” Wade made grabby hands for the boxes of  pizza Nate was holding. Nate set down the pizza. He sighed and ate with them, watching the golden girls with Wade. They had definitely seen this episode before.

Nate’s head swam before bed that night. He tossed and turned and couldn’t fully get comfortable.

Wade liked to bottom, yes. He loved how big Nate’s cock was, yes. Nate assumed Logan was the same.

Wait.

It… wasn’t that his partners assumed he didn’t want to bottom.

It’s that his partners just wanted his cock and he hadn’t said otherwise. He saw no qualms with fucking! Only until now did he want to be the fuck-ee rather than the fuck-er.

Huh.

He just hadn’t had this desire before.

Well why the fuck not? It seemed simple enough! Logan and Wade always liked it. Why couldn’t Nate? He just thought the offer was never on the table.

He really liked the idea of that Soldier coming back into his dreams again.

He drifted to sleep.

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Nate awoke in a PTSD style dream. War-shells dropped behind them as Nate ran and shot his plasma gun. Yelling out different words to the soldiers to try and get them to safety. He remembers throwing up his shield at some point before he went back to camp. To save as many as he could.

Bodies littered the battlefield as Nate ran and ran. Getting his men to safety.

Once they were safe, the dream shifted, to show Nate talking to his crew, a lot smaller than they used to be. He gulped as they all looked hopeless, miserable. Nate sighed as he took a walk, leaving the soldiers to their own space for a while.

Nate saw the shower again.

He swore he saw red again. Not anger but literal red. He poked his head around to try and see if he could spot Wade, or the mystery soldier. There was no Wade, to his dismay, as he entered the shower.

He sighed and turned around, his body feeling heavier and heavier as he walked.

Hmm… the building wasn’t this big last time. Where was he again? Ah. No matter, there seems to be an opening and Nate thinks he can just squeeze through.

Except this is a cliche and unrealistic porn dream so he’s stuck almost immediately. Nate managed to get his shoulders and head through but his arms have been stuck to his sides and he can’t move. Nate squirmed and wriggled, he even tryed his tk to no luck.

With his boots scrapping the gravel, and leaving him helplessly to shuffle. An awful thought ran over him.

What if the enemy spots him like this?

Just then, his knight in shining armor appeared. It was the soldier from yesterday’s dream.

“Well General.” He smirks like a cat who caught the cream. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” He had a new bandage on his face from today’s battle.

Nate is starting to panic now. “Soldier- listen- you gotta get me out of here! The enemy-“

“The enemy has been left behind.”

Oh. That’s right. Nate’s cheeks blushed as he felt embarrassment rise, how could he forget that? “Right…”

The soldier knelt down so they were eye level. His hand tucking under Nate’s chin. “I really am having a tough time after today… think I could have a moral boost?”

“You get me out of here, I’ll give you whatever you want.” Nate leaned forward to kiss him but when he opened his eyes the soldier was no where to be found.

He gasped as he felt a hand trace down his back on the other side of the wall.

“Why would I get you out general? When I can just take what I want.”

Nate cussed as he felt his uniform get pulled down. He assessed the situation as he was getting undressed. He wasn’t in any immediate danger, it was pleasantly warm out so no risk of hypothermia or heat stroke, he could really kick the soldier like a horse if he had any protests to what he was doing, and… well he felt the soldiers cock pressing in between his cheeks.

“Didn’t expect you to be metal all the way down here general, but you’re so shiny I could practically see my own reflection.”

Nate chuckled and spread his legs further, his booths scuffing the gravel below the wall. “So stop looking at yourself and hurry up and get your ‘morale boost’.”

The soldier clicked his tongue. “Just like you to bark orders, hmm general?” Nate gasped as he felt his hole get spat on. Surprisingly, Nate had a cock this time, he was a bit disappointed. That disappointment was quickly washed away as he groaned with the soldiers finger entering him.

Sure, Nate had done ‘finger stuff’ before, so this wasn’t a completely odd feeling. But Nat was surprised at how rough he was being.

In between pants he spoke, “Eager, are we?”

The soldier leaned down and whispered into Nate’s back, he could somehow hear it through the wall, dream logic again. “You have no idea General. You’re so hot on the field, giving us orders, trying to keep us safe. Yet, I can’t help but imagining bending you over and taking you.” He placed soft kisses all the way down Nate’s spine, where metal met flesh. “I can’t wait to hear what sounds you’ll make.”

Nate sighed a quiet cuss as a second finger was added. He was pistoning his fingers in and out of Nate, his ass giving way easier than it normally would. Being half-metal and all, the metal side didn’t always like to move so quickly. It really made going to the bathroom a bitch and a half.

Nate gasped as that thought was fucked out of him. Two, no three- fingers curled inside him, pressing at his prostate, lube being added around the fingers. “How the hell did you get lube out here, soldier?” Nate panted, his legs still shuffling along the gravel.

“Don’t you remember? You gave it to me general.”

Oh, right… Nate huffed as color ran to his cheeks.

“You passed it off to me on the field today, telling me ‘don’t die and you’ll still get to go to heaven later.’ What a cheesy pickup line! I can’t say that didn’t motivate me though.”

Nate laughed as he shook his head. God that really was a bad line. He gasped again as his fingers crooked and grazed his prostate again, his dick twitching in interest.

The soldier twisted his fingers one last time before adding more line and lining his cock up. “You should really see your hole like this general, god its twitching and-“

“Enough yammering, get-“

“Oh general, I really don’t think you’re in any position to be barking orders. Especially with my cock in your ass.”

“What-? Your cock is-“ Nate gasped as his hips jerked at the feeling of being entered. He could only move but so far with the wall in the way. He felt his hands clench and unclench at the feeling. The soldier must’ve noticed because he reached forward and intertwined their fingers together.

“Don’t worry General, I’ve got you.”

God, fuck, wasn’t that a sweet sentiment? Nate felt his heart flutter at that. He didn’t expect to find romance on the battlefield but here he was… cock in his ass and all.

Nate squeezed his hands back, feeling the trust emanating from the soldier. “I know you do, soldier. Now…” Nate swallowed, adjusting his hips with a small gasp. “Hurry up and fuck me.”

The soldier chuckled darkly. “Sir, yes, sir!”

Nate gasped as he felt the soldier move inside of him. God, Nate couldn’t see it but he felt huge. He swore he could feel the veins and the poke of his head deep inside.

Yet, the soldier pulled out and angled his hips down slightly, his cock angling immediately for Nate’s prostate. As soon as he went for the kill, Nate was wailing around him. Scuffling trying to get away and still moving back for more. Holding onto his fingers like he was holding on for his life.

He squirmed and shifted in the wall, trying to find a comfortable spot for his legs. He eventually decided on bending them so his knees were out straight and it caused his weight to be held on his ankles. This really left the soldier a fantastic position for drilling into his prostate. White, hot, electric heat shot up his spine at each thrust.

Suddenly, he was barreling towards his orgasm. He found himself panting and grunting and saying soft like ‘ah-ah-ah’s’ every time he’d exhale. When Nate opened his eyes, he was surprised to see another soldier in front of him.

He was dressed in cargo pants with a tank-top, and a helmet that completely didn’t match the war they were in. He was all muscle and ripped and beautifully hairy. A cigar hung between those familiar lips and-

Wait.

Logan?

Nate gasped as Logan disappeared behind the wall. Wet heat quickly greeted his cock as he felt Logan’s tongue run draw shapes in it. Nate cussed over and over and over again as he thrusted back onto the soldiers cock and simultaneously into the other soldier’s mouth.

Eventually, his orgasm woke him up.

He found his hand shaking around his cock as he gained consciousness, moaning loudly as he felt the phantom thrusts from the soldier. This felt a lot more intense than his usual orgasm and-

Oh fuck.

Next thing Nate knew, he was making a god damn mess, he was cumming all over his stomach and way more than usual, it was a lot but oh he couldn’t stop himself from fucking into his hand. He didn’t want to.

He gasped, finally coming down from his high as he watched the puddle of cum on his stomach. Still a little delirious with his dream and orgasm, he looked over to see a beautiful sight.

Wade was balls deep in Logan.

Well… his strap-on didn’t have any balls on it but you get the picture.

Logan was clawing at the bed sheets as he panted and moaned through his orgasm, Wade fucking him roughly through it.

Eventually, Nate saw Logan’s eyes roll back into his head and a silent scream leave his lips and heard cum drip out of him and into an already very wet puddle on the floor.

Wade finally slowed his pace as he wrapped himself around Logan and ground softly into his ass, Logan panting and growling low in his throat.

Nate leaned over, cum dripping from his stomach and onto the bed as he kissed Wade, humming happily into the kiss. He moved onto kissing Logan next, who seemed to finally be calmed down.

“Well, ain’t you a ray of sunshine?” Nate laughed as he threw Logan’s own words at him, Logan rolled his eyes. Though he spotted the cum on Nate’s chest almost immediately, he smelled it before he saw it.

“You came a fuck ton Summers.” Logan eyed his dripping chest.

Wade made grabby hands and pulled Nate into a deep kiss. He felt Logan’s mouth start to lick all along his stomach, chest, and abs. Cleaning up Nate’s mess for him.

Eventually he parted, reluctantly from Wade. “That’ll happen when you have a wet dream.”

Wade lit up, bucking into Logan because he was so excited, Logan let out a low groan in response, continuing to lick. “Tell me! Tell me!”

Nate blushed, holding Wade’s chin in his metal hand as his flesh hand wound its way into Logan’s fluffy hair. “Well… that soldier you saw last time?”

“Captain America?” Wade gasped.

“No it’s not- not Captain America. But yes he was there.” Nate huffed and pressed another quick kiss to Wade’s lips, damn him for being so kissable. “I got stuck in a wall and-“ Nate gulped. “He fucked me through it. I think it was residual pleasure coming from Logan this time that influenced it.”

“That explains the amount of cum.” Logan chuckled and continued his work, a soft breath leaving Nate in response.

Wade reached around and felt Logan up, he was already hard again. Logan lurched forward and twitched in Nate’s grasp. Wade slowly started jerking him off and continuing his thrusts while he talked.

“Nate, baby that’s so hot! By the way, I’m gonna milk this cow dry!” Wade said with a southern accent and a smack to his ass. Logan growled into Nate’s chest, causing the tuning fork sensation to run up his spine again.

Wade bucked into Logan roughly, causing another string of moans to fall out of Logan. “Wanna join Natey? I think there’s room for two in this cow!”

A thought flashed briefly though Nate’s head, he looked down at his now flaccid cock.

‘Not unless I’m the one getting fucked.’

Yet, what really came out was “I made a mess, I think I’ll shower first. Pancakes alright for breakfast?”

Wade reached forward swiftly, which caused Logan to groan as he was shoved further up on the bed, and grabbed Nate’s cheeks and kissed him roughly and made him part for Wade’s tongue.

Wade spoke first after they parted “Weird way to propose but yes.”

Nate rolled his eyes and got up to shower, enjoying the way Logan’s moans echoed throughout the house.

Once Nate was done showering and- did Logan cum again? They still were going at it? Damn. He knew their healing factors gave them short recovery periods but fucking shit. Nate’s cock twitched in interest but that was about all he could do.

He snuck around them to grab clothing from the dresser and took one final look at the pair before slipping into the kitchen.

‘Fuck, wish I was Logan right now.’

Nate pushed that thought from his mind and  started making the batter. He tried to get the thoughts from his mind, really he did. Imagining the other two under him in different positions but they always ended up on top looking down at Nate. The hot desire he felt in the dream was creeping up his spine.

It was pure scientific curiosity more than anything. He, of course, had several questions that needed answering.

How accurate to reality was the dream? Does prostate milking always do that? Could he cum like that inside one of them? Could they cum like that inside of him?

And finally, the most important one; would Wade and Logan be into topping Nate?

God he hoped the answer was yes.

Next thing he knew, Wade was sitting on the counter top naked. His large clit hard between his legs. “I know you’re making breakfast now but-“ Wade opened his legs, showing slick running down to his ass and over his thighs. “Logan kinda got me all worked up and-“

“Eat breakfast first and then I’ll consider it.” Nate raised an eyebrow to him with his signature stoic look.

Wade whined in response. “What? No but-“

Nate smacked him with the spatula. “Eat.”

Wade groaned and slid off the counter only to walk around to the other side of the bar and sit down, purposefully sitting with his legs apart. “Fine! But if Logan gets to this pussy first, you cannot be mad at me.”

Nate shook his head with a soft smile. “Where the hell did he get off to?”

“Well he got off to me having my strap-on up his ass but- he was going to shower. Something about being too sweaty before ten am.” Wade’s eyes widened as a stack of five pancakes was placed in front of him. He immediately started working on covering them with every sweet topping that was out on the breakfast bar.

Nate jumped as Logan came from behind him and smacked his ass, though he immediately regretted it and hissed as it was hit metal side. “Too damn early for me to be sticky for the rest of the day.” As he sat down, towel around his waist, Nate placed a plate of five pancakes in front of Logan and set off on making more while he cut up his own stack with his TK.

Wade grinned as Logan placed a soft kiss to his cheek that was currently full of sweet sugar and pancakes. Logan grabbed the coffee pot and poured everyone coffee.

“Not too bad for a Monday morning either.” Nate said to himself. “Though… I’m suspicious, the TVA hasn’t contacted you two at all?”

Logan and Wade shook their heads.

Wade began, “Nope, which is so fucking odd. Usually we get put on call just in case they get a blip of something.”

“Are they still on your ass about killing me?” Nate hummed around his fork. Damn he was good.

“Every fucking time we meet up they ask us about you.” Logan said.

Wade nodded, “You’re very popular, you know.”

Nate rolled his eyes. That is how this whole relationship of there’s started. Wade insisted on keeping tabs on Nate, and Nate would be lying if he said he minded Wade doing that.

He also was so fucking tired.

Time jumping? Saving the world? Leading a country or two? It caught up to a guy after a while.

So when Wade came to him saying the TVA wanted Wade to kill him and something about a second comic book series, he didn’t really want to run anymore.

So, Wade’s idea was to keep Nate in the one place the TVA wouldn’t look. In his own home. Hidden in plain sight as Wade had called it.

And well… the sex was fantastic, even after him and Logan had a bit of a bumpy start, being protective of Wade in their own way and all. They eventually realized they had a lot in common.

They both were war veterans, both had a form of PTSD, both were partially metal and had seen too much shit. Both died multiple times and come back multiple times. Both had seen the end of their own worlds. Both of them had daddy and mommy issues.

They both loved Wade.

Eventually, with a few beers and a lot of sex, the two got along and decided to stay together, with and for Wade.

In return for ‘keeping Nate safe’ he was cleaning and cooking around the house. Not much more he could do without being able to leave but he enjoyed the menial labor. The quiet background hum of the brain’s of the people in the building. It really was a bit of a stay-cation for Nate.

So yes he ended up eating Wade out on the counter. Logan fucking himself in his seat with the toy Wade had used earlier, Nate realizing he never took it out, not even to shower.

Shit that was hot. Nate dove his tongue deeper into Wade’s cunt. Imagining himself on the soldier’s shoulders again. It was a bit hard when Wade was calling his name but he made it work.

Nate thought of something, he left out the part about Logan coming around and sucking him off while he got fucked in the dream when telling the other two about it.

He didn’t have much time to think about it before he felt Logan purposefully projecting his thoughts to Nate. Not just his thoughts though, what he felt too. Nate’s knees buckled as he tried to hold onto the counter and Logan’s feelings for stability.

Nate groaned as Logan abused his prostate, aiming directly for it with absolutely no mercy. Every thrust made Nate’s hips twitch and his cock perk up a little more. Though it was brutal and too much for Nate, Logan didn’t relent.

‘What if they both decided how to use me?’

Nate groaned into Nate’s pussy as he finger-fucked Wade through his next orgasm and mentally-felt Logan fucking himself through his own.

Nate gasped as he had to pull away from Wade, feeling his knees buckled again as he gasped, feeling cum dribble from his cock. God it was a lot. Logan did the same but still fucked himself through it, Nate had to mentally separate himself from Logan it was too much.

Nate looked down at the floor, a puddle of come at his feet and his ruined boxers right next to it.

This obsession wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, was it?

Fuck.

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Nate found himself mind-linking with Logan and Wade whenever they were bottoming. He wanted the sensation second hand. He feared it may become too addictive if he gets it first hand. Unfortunately because he was doing that and usually was the one fucking them, he was finishing

embarrassingly fast. Often before they would even get to finish.

They’d pity him, putting it up to cabin-fever or old age. Truly though, Nate would finish too fast and mind link with whoever was bottoming and let the orgasm wash over him a second time. Feeling the sensation of having someone else or something else inside of you. This went on for a while until the next dream happened.

Nate blinked his eyes open to a soft kiss he happily leaned into and moaned. When they parted, he realized it was the Soldier again. Just when Nate was about to speak he groaned as he felt his knees give out from under him, the wall holding all his weight.

He was dripping, a lot. From his dick, sure, but really because of the amount of cum leaking from his ass. He felt his cheeks warm up immediately.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been very popular general.” The soldier pulled out his com-device and searched for something. “You’ve certainly boosted moral quite a bit.”

Nate gasped as he saw himself on the device, a video of him moaning while a soldier pounded into him played. God, how did he not remember? He wished he remembered.

“T-That is not me-“ Nate stuttered, “I don’t even remember-“ he gasped as the soldier kissed him again.

After a much longer and deeper kiss, they parted once more, spit slick lips adorned them both. “Hm? Don’t remember? Well… I’ll remind you then.”

The soldier walked around to the part where Nate’s body was trapped. He gripped his hips and pulled.

With a soft grunt, Nate popped out, and was on the soldiers lap on a very convenient cot, legs spread wide and kept wide with the soldiers help.

Nate gasped as he looked down at his body. He was absolutely painted in fucking cum. Leaking heavily from his ass, dick and- did he have a pussy again too? Shit. That meant-

“Oooh boy-“ the soldier grinned as he ran a finger down Nate’s back. “The other Soldiers all left their names here, just in case they become the father. You have quite a long list general. Ain’t you lucky?” The soldier grinned as he licked a stripe through the mess of cum on Nate’s stomach. It was at that moment that Nate realized he could see his cock a little bit less than usual. God, how fucking full was he?

“I-I don’t even remember-“

“I know sweet cheeks- you’re so dick whipped you don’t even remember who’s dick you took.” He chuckled darkly as he ran a finger down to Nate’s sensitive holes. He dipped his fingers into both easily, he was so stretched out and used that the soldier could dip in there without Nate even feeling them. “Let me remind you.” The soldier then took his fingers, that were now absolutely fucking covered in cum, up to Nate’s mouth. “Maybe this’ll jog your memory, poor thing you must be so pent up after all. You were just a set of holes for them to use, they didn’t worry about your orgasm at all. Don’t worry though, I’ll help you with that.”

As soon as Nate opened his mouth slightly to respond, the soldier shoved his fingers in. He was so harsh, Nate choked around him lightly.

He gasped as a memory was flashed behind his vision, like it was attached to the cum. He felt his cock fucking into his own ass and then pussy and- he got pulled from the memory just as he was about to finish.

“That one was from a John Smith. I hope it’s not him that gets you pregnant, I have a feeling that’s not his real name.”

Nate felt his eyes get half-lidded and flutter shut as he dropped into sub-space. Hard. Must’ve been easier when you were already asleep. The soldier fed him more, a deep moan coming from his lips as he fucked his fingers deep into his mouth.

The next memory washed over him, a couple was there this time. He felt one of their cocks in his pussy and the other in his ass, taking turns railing into him one by one. God they were there for a while…

Nate gasped again as he was pulled from the memory. Unable to cum yet again and feeling frustration rise in his chest. “Wait no- let me-“ Nate felt his hands tied behind him suddenly. He couldn’t move.

“Those two were from a ‘Theo’ Winchester and a James Bourne.”

Nate’s cock twitched at that. “N-No that’s-“

“Oh you know them? Funny. They know you real well now.”

Nate swiveled his hips but the soldier kept him firmly in place. “I’m going to keep feeding you your own fucking cum until we get through this list and maybe you’ll be lucky enough to cum, hmm? Now be a good boy and fucking take it.” The soldier growled.

God why did that sound so familiar?

Another memory flashed of him balls deep in Wade, “Now be a good boy and fucking take it.” Aw shit. He own words were literally being fed back to him.

Another set of fingers got shoved into Nate’s mouth. He gasped as this next memory was really rough, pounding over and over and over into his prostate, just feeling it leak and leak only for him to pull out and switch holes right before Nate was going to cum. Now building up an orgasm in his other hole. He was flashed out of it before he could finish again. A grunt of frustration wrung from his neck. “F-Fuck…”

“That was one from Victor Creed.”

Nate’s head lolled back in a long and loud groan. Yeah that made sense for Creed. Cruel fucker.

Nate didn’t even notice but he just had his mouth open now, not even bothering to fight it anymore. The soldier gave him a little kiss on his cheek as he fed him the next finger-full of cum. “Good boy.”

This next one wasn’t rough but was definitely targeted. He was slow and methodical, really enjoyed his work as he took his time wringing noises from Nate, trying to figure out which spots elicited which noises.

Nate groaned again, panting now as the warmth pooled in his stomach only to be taken away again.

“That was a- hm… actually I’m not sure, that name got smudged by cum.”

Nate gasped as another set were shoved into right after. This next one wasn’t rough but loving and- whoever they were had a huge fucking strap on. Nate was moaning like an animal in heat. God the soldier was right, he really did sound like a pornstar.

“She’s probably not going to be the father but you did call her daddy, that was a Neena Thurman.”

Nate gasped in embarrassment as the memory came back to him, begging for Neena to let him cum, calling her daddy very clearly.

Nate sighed as the warmth disappeared from his pelvis again, his cock angry and leaking. “F-Fuck please-“

“Please what?” The soldier didn’t respond before he was feeding Nate another scoop of the cum.

Nate gasped and moaned, rocking his hips as he saw the next one. Three soldiers stood around and jacked off onto his back, one of them had their fingers twisted deep into him, playing with his prostate just so they could get off to his noises.

“Garrison Kane, Blanche Sitznski, and Eisenhower Canty.”

Nate was in shambles, legs shaking as he couldn’t even hold himself upright anymore. He wanted nothing more in the world than to cum. “L-Let me cum s-sir-“

“Maybe when we’re near the end of the list-“

Five more came (and came) after that. A Bucky Barnes, a T-Blood, a T-Ray, an Aliya Dayspring, and a- Nathan Summers? How the hell did- oh, Stryfe.

The soldier cackled like he didn’t have a 350 pound mess of a man in his lap. Panting and dripping cum from every hole, twitching for more.

“Please oh-“

“There’s one more. You’ve got this soldier.”

Nate didn’t have to wait long as the memory was fed to him. It was of the soldier himself, fucking into Nate first, hard and fast and- oh right. Logan joined him. They made out for a little while before Logan got to his knees and sucked him off fast.

Nate groaned as he felt the feeling of warm heat around him and in him but quickly disappearing like the rest.

“That one was mine… Steve Rogers.”

Fuck.

God fucking damn it.

Wade’s going to be rubbing that one in his face for a while.

“Yea I will!” A familiar voice chimed.

Fuck.

Nate looked up and suddenly Logan and Wade were in front of him. Looking ravenous and fucking starving. God did this really turn them on that much?

Nate gulped, regretting it as he immediately had just a mouth full of cum, salty and musky sliding down his throat.

“These are your next customers general. They wanted to make you cum. What do you say?”

“Sir, yes, sir.” Nate blushed through gritted teeth.

Logan was the first to respond, placing his cigar out on Wade’s cheek, causing him to moan. “General, eh? First general I’ve fucking seen to behave like a god damn cock whore.”

Wade giggled. “Dibs on his pussy.”

Next thing Nate knew, he was on the cot and sandwiched in between the two of them, Wade at his front and Logan at his rear. The soldier wished them well and wondered off to give them some privacy. He did hand them the marker to write their names before leaving.

Once he was gone, Nate finally cracked. “F-Fuck I’ve been kept here for fucking hours-“ he was whining at this point, “Please fucking let me cum.”

“Let you?” Logan sneered. “We’re going to make you forget your own name, bub.”

Wade nodded, licking a stripe down Nate’s neck, following the line of scar where his metal and flesh met. “Yea! General! If that even is your real name.”

“God Wade you are fucking dumb.” Logan sounded, Wade just moaned in response.

Next thing Nate knew, both of his holes were getting stuffed, both of their cocks slipping in easily. Well- he did notice one key difference, that Wade had a real honest to god cock and it was fucking ribbed with scar tissue. Nate moaned long and loud, his voice horse from his earlier sounds. Logan grabbed his restraints so all the weight wouldn’t be on Wade.

“We got you bub, don’t worry.” Logan praised with a soft kiss between his shoulder blades.

Nate started fucking sobbing into Wade.

It was all so overwhelming and and- and-!

Nate cried so hard he woke himself up. He slammed his metal fist on the bedside table so hard he broke it in two. His hands came up to cover his face as he cried into them.

It was too much. Over stimulation and edging and all of those people- his team mates, his friends, just fucking him-

Taking care of him. God they loved him, didn’t they? Even if it manifested in a fucked up sex dream about them, Nate got the message loud and clear.

He eyed the other two out of the corner of his eye. Those two especially loved him. Keeping him here to keep him safe and provide and-

God Nate is starting to realize he always takes care of the other people in his life, in the whole world, and he’s not usually taking care of himself. He’s not used to others taking care of him.

And those two were about to and he fucking ruined it! Why did he have to fucking wake himself up? Nate tried to sob into his hands as quiet as possible but- with Logan’s super human hearing it wasn’t really going to help. Especially not with that bedside table he just destroyed. How Wade hadn’t woken up, he’ll never know.

Logan blinked blearily awake. “Nate? Summers? You alright, bub?”

Nate started sobbing even harder into his hands at that. Fuck, it felt like every emotion he had been trying to hide finally came bubbling up to the surface.

He couldn’t believe the other two wanted him, especially after what he did. Specifically, what he did to Wade. He knew it was wrong but-

God he wanted Wade to need him.

Oh how ironic it is now that he needed Wade more than anything.

Logan groggily got out of bed and came around to Nate’s side. He kneeled down as he tried to blink the sleep from his eyes. “C’mon. What is it, nightmares again? Listen I think you crying just saved me from some-“

Nate shook his head. He managed to calm down enough to speak only to smile at Logan. What an odd wave of emotions. He covered his mouth with his hand.

Logan’s brow furrowed with concerned. “Wade transmit some of his crazy to you?”

Nate keeled over onto his side and laughed and cried into his hands. Blush creeping up his cheeks. He shook his head, trying so hard to stay quiet to not wake Wade. He reached out his flesh hand and pulled Logan into a very awkward side hug. More like his upper half was squished into Nate’s metal arm that was folded into his face while his bottom half was squished into the bed.

Logan patted his back, really unsure of what to do. He held him through it until Nate could speak. “Shit- Logan- just- that must be some damn good nightmares cause I got laid about a dozen times over.” He let out a laugh only to cover his mouth, immediately regretting it.

Wade stirred with a groan only to lay back over with a heavy sigh.

Logan waited until Wade was deep asleep. “The fuck you crying for then?” He whisper-yelled.

Nate sniffled and took in a deep breath. “It was- a lot. I-“ he swallowed again. “It’s a bit embarrassing but…”

Nate began to describe the dream to Logan, blushing the whole time and rubbing his thighs together. His phantom-pussy still feeling so impossibly full. His cock was at full mast and pressed hard against his boxers. Especially with how sweet Logan and Wade were at the end and how it made him sob.

Logan’s was too by the end of it.

“I had no idea you were that kind of freak summers, not to mention you didn’t cum by the end? That’s just cruel.” Logan smiled as he got a soft shove to his shoulder for his comment. “Hey- no judgment. I’ve got my fair share of shit too.” He smiled, what an odd thing, to have a kind of soft and vulnerable moment of sharing sex and kinks with your roommate/lover/partner/teammate/fuck-buddy at 4 am.

Wade stirred again, a soft grunt leaving his lips.

Nate and Logan both waited until Wade was fully back asleep.

Nate spoke softly. “I… want to surprise him.”

“By letting him take your ass virginity?”

Nate had to breath through his nose rapidly to not start up another crying/laughing fit.

“No you fucking- I mean yes but- you two have done so much for me. I just want to return the favor.”

Logan’s jaw dropped. “You? Mr. Savior of the world? Want to repay us?”

Nate rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so surprised. I’m all humble and forgiving.” Nate said with a very heavy sarcastic tone.

Logan had to breath through his nose this time to stop a laughing fit.

“Forgiving and humble enough to let us take your ass virginity?” Logan put his hand over his chest and his hand on his forehead as he fake-swooned. “Be still my beating heart.” He whispered.

Nate blushed again. Shoving Logan again, a bit harder this time. “Asshole.” Nate whispered.

“Whore.” Logan shot back.

Nate and him shared a stare for far too long. Until they both broke it to stare at the other’s hard-on.

Nate whispered again. “Sixty-nine?”

“Mhm… good number.” Logan nodded and helped Nate up, guiding them both to bathroom.

Wade mumbled in his sleep as the bathroom door shut. “Yeah-… I will… mhm…”

Nate’s brain had one more coherent thought before Logan went down on him and he went down on Logan.

Was this why it was to hard to admit he liked the dreams? Because it was hard to believe the people around him wanted to actually take care of him? Despite everything he’s done? Because he “should” be taking care of them instead. Being seen as the ‘man in charge’ was painfully heteronormative and god, who was Nate to be heteronormative with a cock in his mouth?

Well. Maybe it was time for Nate to let someone else be the ‘man in charge.’

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Logan scrolled through Wade’s shared laptop, Nate watching him over his shoulder.

Nate had questions and Logan knew this was the 21st century and the internet had his answers.

Oh, and the internet is for porn.

Nate knew what it was like to finger someone else, and sure he had been fingered in his time. Yet going the full way with penetrative sex and receiving instead giving was a whole different ball park. Nate wanted to make sure he was as prepared as he could be.

Nate scoffed as they scrolled through ‘Porn Hub Gay.’ Bodies on bodies of men flying past. Yet, here Nate was, thinking about the greater good.

“I don’t understand why there aren’t lesbians on here or at least a ‘Porn Hub Lesbian’ site that’s separate.” Nate scoffed, the blatant sexism of separating gay men from the rest of the ‘normal’ porn hub website was othering enough as it was. But to not have queer women with the gay men, but instead on the ‘normal’ porn hub site?

Yeah, Nate saw who they were catering to pretty quickly. He filed the thought away for a later rant, maybe when the TVA stopped fucking hunting him he could do something to fix it.

Logan groaned, immediately regretting doing this. “Summers, listen- that’s not the point.”

Nate scoffed, he knew it wasn’t but god damn did it bother him.

“Listen- look, worry about solving the world’s problems for another time. Now, do you want to learn how to take it up the ass or not?”

Nate gulped, he immediately had to bite back a ‘sir, yes, sir.’

“Fine.” He grumbled. He pointed to a video. “That one.”

Logan huffed. “Fucking finally.”

Before long though, the other two were cackling.

“No-No this is fucking ridiculous!” Nate laughed again. “Not realistic at all- fucking. He is faking that! There is no fucking way-“

Logan nodded and smacked his knee as he cracked up again. “It’s a load of horse shit! I told you, bub. Let me just teach you-“

Nate sighed. “I don’t want to give up yet.”

Logan rolled his eyes but picked another one in the suggested videos below.

It had a title like ‘huge anal insertions on twink.’

And that was… intimidating to say the least.

Logan and Nate watched, mostly horrified with a pinch of horny.

“I don’t even think Wade can stretch that wide-“ Logan huffed, unbuttoning his pants.

“Nope.” Nate laughed again but- ah. He couldn’t lie. It was kinda hot.

To see someone so committed to training their ass to stretch like that? It was impressive in its own right.

“I- definitely can’t do that. Certainly not at my age either.” Nate grumbled, remembering that technically Logan was older than him. “It’s interesting though…”

Logan nodded. “Hm… that gives me an idea.”

Logan searched for ‘anal tutorials’ in the search bar.

The video that popped up first looked pretty normal. The young-man in the video was informative and quite cute. It all shifted when he started talking about prep. Showing corresponding videos when discussing enema’s and cleanup as well as fingering before penetrative sex.

Logan tutted. “This videos not bad but he’s missing some detail…”

Nate gave him side-eye. “You’re not giving up until you teach me yourself, are you?”

Logan grinned before looking away. “I just think it’d be nice for you to see what Wade and I have to do for your ridiculous cock. Each time. Every. Single. Time.”

Nate sighed. Shit… okay. Maybe this was Logan’s way of getting revenge but fuck it. Nate was in for the long haul.

Logan came back a while later. “Wade’s not getting back until later. It’ll give us time.” He knocked on the bathroom door. “You done yet summers?”

Nate had his head on his hands as he sat on the toilet. He questioned everything that lead him up to this moment, everything!

Hell, maybe Logan and Wade were right. He really was a tight-ass. Nate couldn’t seem to relax to let the water out from his enema. Too tense to think of anything besides ways he could fuck this up.

Logan knocked again. “Come on summers, I’m not smelling progress.”

Okay. Fucking gross. He really hated Logan’s powers sometimes.

“Fucking disgusting.” He breathed, trying to steady himself for his next words. “I can’t relax… this isn’t going to work.”

Logan tutted. He tried to remember back to Nate’s dreams again.

Right… military seemed to be a reoccurring theme.

Logan put on his best general voice and talked loudly from the other side of the bathroom door. “I think you need to relax soldier, and that’s an order! You don’t want to disappoint your squad mate Wilson, do you?” Logan was surprising himself with how easily he slipped into this character. “Now I need a-“

Logan stopped as the door opened, Nate had finished quickly after the order and was eying him again. “You really like doing that. Don’t you?”

Logan blushed. Feeling his hands get very sweaty all of a sudden. “Uh…”

Nate smirked. “For once. It’s not me barking the orders. You fit well in that role.” Nate hummed, his shit-eating grin soon spread across his face. Another idea had come to him.

“If you wanted to teach me, why did you expect me to not want to see you like this?”

Logan grunted. “I was hoping to do it to you-“

“You’re the demo right now. Show me what you got, Howlett.”

After his enema, Logan currently was laying on his back, ass up on a pillow on the couch. He placed lube over his hole and placed his index finger in without so much as blinking.

Nate tilted his head at that. “Huh.”

Logan sucked his teeth in annoyance . “The fuck you looking at me like that for?”

“I just- I expected more ah- how do I put it? Bravado?”

Logan rolled his eyes and huffed. “Fucking what? Expecting me to act like a porn star?”

“No you idiot, I’ve fingered and fucked you plenty before. I know where you have to press to get you to yell-“

Nate held up his hand and had his TK quickly guide Logan’s finger to a spot that made him see stars and leak pre-cum.

“Told you.” He sighed. “I think I expected this to be way harder.”

Logan still slightly slurred his words as he adder another finger. “What? You finger us all the time.”

“I know I know! I dunno- I expected something different. I guess.” Nate shrugged.

“Oh for fucks- get over here.”

Nate huffed and quickly rearranged his body on top of Logan’s so his ass was in Logan’s face and vise-versa. Nate’s fingers replaced Logan’s in his ass while Logan worked on getting his fingers lubed up.

Nate set a steady pace but it was nothing Logan couldn’t handle.

“This is what I mean summers. Ya ain’t gonna know, until you know it first hand.” He slipped in a single finger into Nate. “Huh.”

Nate sighed, “What?”

“You really are a tight-ass.”

Nate sighed again. “You are incorrigible- guh!”

Now it was Nate’s turn to see stars as Logan pressed directly into his prostate. Pre-cum dribbling quickly onto Logan. “That’s for earlier.”

Oh shit. Nate finally understood. “G-god- fuck is that what it’s like every time?”

Logan laughed meanly. “Welcome to the fucking club, bub”

Nate grunted as he found his hips moving back to Logan’s fingers in time with his thrusts, matching his own fingers pace to Logan’s own.

“Fuck- I’ve been really doing that to you this whole time?”

“Intense. Ain’t it?”

“God yeah… but good. Really fucking good.”

Logan chuckled again, adding in a third finger and making Nate moan as his fingers shifted. “See what I mean now?”

“Yes-! God yes!” Nate felt his own dick twitch in interest at the way he saw Logan’s hole twitch around his fingers.

He quickly switched to three metal fingers inside of Logan, just to even them out.

“What are you-? Summers- do not!”

Too late.

Logan was moaning as an untouched orgasm ripped through him, his cock bouncing as cum poured out and onto his stomach. Nate had turned on the vibrations in his hand again.

Next thing Logan knew, he was getting bent over the kitchen table. “Fuck summers- thought you were supposed to be the one getting fucked today?”

Nate chuckled darkly. “Yea well. I think this’ll be a good practice run. You bark orders at me but I’ll still be the giving it up the ass, how’s that sound? We start with what we know and work our way to the new stuff.” Nate gulped hoping Logan didn’t notice how nervous he really was.

Logan swallowed. “I-I actually think that’s a good idea.” His previous orgasm was still making him a bit high.

Next thing Wade knew, he was coming home to Logan bent over their kitchen table. The table was squeaking within an inch of its life, surly it was going to break soon. Or so they all thought whenever it was used in its unintended manor.

Wade gasped, putting his hands on his cheeks. “All for moi? Oh Natey you shouldn’t have- dinner looks delicious!” Wade’s next sentence got cut off by Logan growling.

“H-Harder Summers- Fuck! That’s an order! Shit…” Logan groaned as his eyes snapped to Wade. “Corporal Wilson.” Logan regarded him like he wasn’t getting his ass blasted in front of him.

Wade quickly came in the door and shut it behind him. He threw his mask off and started to strip the rest of the suit.

Nate panted. “How was work?”

Wade tutted. “No no no mister! You are not distracting me from this sexual smorgasbord with loving small talk about my day!” Wade slapped his gloves on the ground.

“You heard Wilson, Summers. Shut it! On the double!” Logan choked on his next words, a string of ‘guh’s’ left his lips over and over again.

Nate gripped Logan’s hips harder than ever, loving to see the bruises on his hips, even if they were temporary. “Sir, yes, sir.” Nate sighed. He hated how quickly he fell into that role.

But shit it was hot at the same time.

The scene ended with Logan eating Wade out and Wade sitting on Nate’s face right after he had ridden his cock. All three were plenty satisfied by the end.

The three sat in a freshly-showered cuddle puddle on their bed. “What a treat to come home to.” Wade snuggled between the two, a content purr coming from his chest.

Logan nudged Nate.

Nate shot him a look that said ‘you say anything and I’ll fucking kill you.’

Logan just shot him a look right back that said ‘Dumb fuck. You forget I can’t die?’

“Hey, Wade.” Logan smirked at the curse Nate let out under his breath. “Nate had something he wants to tell you.”

Wade rolled over to look at Nate, like he had hung the stars. “Yeah? What is it Pricilla?”

Nate sighed. That look of meaning everything to Wade really got to him. God damn it.

“I was— hoping you’d be open to something new.” Nate started.

“Yeah?” Wade watched, more patient than normal.

“I uh- with the dreams I’ve been having recently I think it’d be nice to… try some of them out. Maybe…” his whispered that last ‘maybe’ too embarrassed to full finish his throught until Logan nudged him again. “I want to try bottoming with you…”

Wade shot up in the bed like a rocket. “You want me to Captain-America your bussy babygirl?” He squealed. “Oh, am I the luckiest mercenary in the world or what?”

Nate groaned, that was the worst way Wade could’ve put that. Nate hid in his hands until Wade kissed and kissed them, he finally got Nate to move them, he pinned them to his side. Nate could fight it but he really didn’t want to. Wade continued his kissing assault onto his face.

“I can’t believe you want me to- the Nathan Summers wants me to fuck him! For real?”

Logan smirks. “For real.”

Nate shoots him another deadly look.

Wade gasps. “Is that why you asked why we assumed you’d always top us the other day? Shit! How come I didn’t see it sooner? God why didn’t I ask you to bottom sooner?” Wade laughs, Nate hates how it makes his heart melt. “And the- the table sex! Logan barking orders at you- god it makes so much sense now.” Wade sat up in bed and did a very over the top salute and put on a deeper more military-toned voice. “General Summers, I would like to congratulate you on your graduation from boot camp training. You’re ready for the big leagues now!”

Nate gulped, he wasn’t so sure he was.

“Oh I have a feeling Summers will fit in with the big leagues just fine.” Logan grinned.

Chapter Text

So here Nate was. Ass up, face down, and hugging onto his pillow for dear life.

Shaking.

Wade smoothed his hands over Nate’s ass. “Uh… Nate listen if you aren’t comfortable with this, we don’t have to do it.”

“I’m fine.” Nate gritted, his teeth biting onto the pillow.

“You’re gonna wear a hole in that thing before you know it.” Logan chuckled.

Nate groaned in embarrassment, hiding his face into the pillow even more and damn near smothering himself.

Logan sucked on his teeth and got onto the bed, coaxing Nate from his pillow slowly. “We ain’t gonna do anything until you’re ready bub, don’t worry.”

Nate softened his grip a little and let Logan guide him. He clung to his shoulders as he sat back onto his knees. “I gotcha. Don’t worry.” Logan hummed. Rubbing softly up and down Nate’s arms and back. Nate was still shaking and Logan could very clearly tell. “Hey. What’s gonna make you more comfortable, bub?”

Nate bit his lip and thought for a little while, Wade joining them to smooth over his back and hug him, both waiting patiently for him to answer.

“I… I think I… Maybe telling me what you will do before you do it will help.”

Logan nodded. “Atta-boy. You got that Wade?”

“Loud and clear honey badger! Yap but describe what I’ll do. Easy enough.”

Logan smoothed over his arms again. “Wanna hold on to me? Ya can only hurt me but so much.”

Nate nodded, unable to speak. He bent his head down to cuddle into Logan’s neck. Logan softly petted his hair in response. “Shhh…” he petted Nate like he was a scared animal he was trying to tame. Which… yeah that’s pretty accurate. “It’s gonna feel amazing before you know it.”

Nate bit his lip, god that’s what he was worried about.

He kind of knew what it felt like from their little mind-meld sessions where Nate finished too quickly. Yet… the telepathy could only translate so much. It was sort of like a one-way mirror. You look in it and your reflection is pretty clear but if you squint hard and dim the lights enough, you can see the person on the other side.

One half of him was worried he might squint and see something he didn’t like on the other side. That the other two would see him in such a vulnerable state and be embarrassed that a world leader had fallen so low. Thinking they’d leave him and he’d be onto the next place he could scrounge together and call home.

The other half of him was too god damn horny to even give a shit about what they’d think.

After getting blue-balled by his dream the other night, Nate had been trying to recreate it. To make himself have the dream again so Nate can finally know how these two would make him cum. Frustrating himself more than it’s worth, a few long nights with very uncomfortable erections in the bathroom is what led Nate to finally ask to bottom. In reality this time, not a dream.

Nate hid his blushing face as deep as Logan’s body would let him.

Wade grabbed the lube and began to warm it up on his fingers. “I’m gonna lube you up big guy, okay?”

Nate nodded into his shoulder, only catching Wade’s eyes for a second.

After the lube was sufficiently warmed up, Wade circled Nate’s hole. “I’m gonna stick a finger in, but I need you to relax.”

Nate could tell Logan was mouthing something to Wade but didn’t dare take his head out to find out what.

Suddenly, Logan had donned his military voice again. “Corporal Wilson here told you to relax General. I suggest you take that as an order.”

Nate let out a shaken breath into Logan’s neck and sagged a little bit lower, back arching. “Jesus…” he whispered.

“Atta-boy general. What did I say, Corporal? He just needs orders like all good soldiers do.” Logan rubbed his hand down his back in circles, alternating from the metal to the flesh side.

“Indeed he does, Lieutenant.” Wade hummed, “General, I’m going to insert a finger now.”

Nate keened as he felt Wade’s finger brush against his entrance.

Logan swallowed, loving the roll just as much. “I thought you were a general? I suggest you reply before I have you court-martialled!”

Nate flinched at the volume change but responded. “Sir, yes, sir!”

Logan and Wade couldn’t see it but Nate’s pupils blew huge after the last order. He easily slipped into a subspace he was so early on trained into, it came as second nature from his military training with the. A weapon, nothing more than a tool to obey orders and complete tasks.

To be used in any way they deem fit.

Wade inserted his finger into Nate's up to the first knuckle. It wasn’t too bad, it felt a little odd with the stretch but other than that, fine. Wade slowly kept inserting his finger until he was three knuckles deep.

“How’s that, general?” Wade sneered.

Nate let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Fine.”

“General. What did I just-“

“Fine, sir.”

Logan kissed his shoulder. “Good boy, general.”

“F-Fuck…” Nate’s hips stuttered as the words were uttered, feeling himself twitch around Wade’s fingers. If he were still in the military he would’ve smacked the shit out of the soldier that put ‘good boy’ before his title and written them up for insubordination. But now? Fuck it was all he wanted.

“I’m going to start moving,” Wade announced.

Logan pinched Nate’s nipple harshly, causing him to hiss. “Corporal gave an announcement, you gonna just ignore him, general?”

Nate gritted his teeth, hating how much this turned him on. “Sir, no, sir, Lieutenant.” Nate stuttered, his elbows and arms not being able to grip much of Logan very well as Wade started to move his finger and added plenty of lube.

Nate whinged at the stretch in and out as Wade continued his steady but gentle thrusts. He grabbed his pillow from before and placed it between Logan’s legs. Only to back off the shorter man and hug around the pillow tightly, hiding his face into it. His arms now folded neatly underneath him as Wade fingered him.

Logan immediately tangled his fingers in Nate’s hair. “Remember what boot camp taught you general.”

A “Sir, yes, sir.” From Nate, was muffled into the pillow, eyes scrunching shut as Wade slowly picked up his pace.

Nate kind of hated his dreams and mind-melds now. For setting such unrealistic expectations of anal, the prep was the hardest bit, and half the time Nate had only melded with one of them after the prep was done and Logan’s little teaching lesson had barely touched the surface. He regretted it now but hindsight was 20/20 after all.

“I’m going to add another finger now, general,” Wade announced and wasted no time in adding another.

“Sir, Y-Yes, sir.” Nate's hips stuttered as Wade gave him time to adjust to the new stretch.

Nate winged into the pillow, still biting it. It was getting to be a little unpleasant now, but stretching was important though. God, how did these two make it seem so easy and feel so good?

“Moving, again,” Wade announced.

Nate nodded. “Sir. Yes, sir.” He said around the pillow gaining some of his composure back but it was immediately taken again as Wade moved. He felt wounds threatening to bubble up from his throat.

Logan pulled Nate up by the hair, Nate could see he was hard as shit in his jeans. “If I had known you were this good at taking orders, I would’ve started giving them a lot sooner.”

“He’s good at taking fingers too.” Wade chuckled, speeding up just the tiniest bit.

Just then, Nate got an idea. “I should have you two court-martialled for this level of insubordination.” Nate threw a wink at Logan who nodded and got it immediately.

“Funny. I think if you were to do that General, they’d have some more questions about how two lower-ranking officers got a general on his knees moaning like a slut.”

Wade nodded. “I think we should tell them about the dreams General has been having as of late.”

Nate’s ‘no!’ Got cut off quickly as Wade crooked his fingers and drew an embarrassing whine from Nate’s throat. Nate hid his face again. Fuck, this is what he was afraid of.

“Oh. Good idea corporal.” Logan pulled Nate’s hair, failing to lift his face this time. “I think upper command would be fascinated to hear about General Summers' little dreams about one of our squad mates. You’d probably be getting dishonorably discharged at that rate, bending over in your dreams for a lower-ranking officer? And doing it in real life because you couldn’t stand to not know what it felt like to have it up your ass? For shame.” Logan tutted.

Wade panted, his breath getting a little labored. “Should call you lieutenant more often if it gets you talking like this.”

Logan snapped his teeth at Wade playfully. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you corporal?” Logan smirked.

“I definitely would Lieutenant. Especially if it means I get to be ordered around next.” Wade crooked his fingers again and drew a long moan from Nate’s throat, fingering him roughly like he was a fidget toy more than an actual person.

Logan laughed again. “Fucking slut. Course you’d like that.” Logan reached down and gripped Nate’s hair again. He was now giving several low-breathed pants over and over again. “But I think we need to attend to General Slut here first.”

Wade smiled. “Adding in a third, but I think I prefer General Whore. I’m Corporal Slut.” Wade slipped two of his fingers out only to add a third. The stretch was still stinging but god did he feel so full already.

Logan laughed again. “Maybe even General Hole, hmm?” They were talking about Nate like he wasn’t even here. Nate felt a thrill run up his spine at the thought of them talking about battle plans while fucking him under the table.

Nate moaned long and loud as Wade pushed harshly on his prostate again, “He’d like that. Wouldn’t you General? For us to just use you like you were nothing but a hole, hmm?”

Nate moaned again, unable to respond immediately. He yelped as Wade spanked him in response.

“S-Sir, no, sir.” His hips twitched as Wade harshly pulled his fingers away.

“Well if that’s the case General I mean- we don’t have to fuck you-“

Nate was too far gone to give a shit anymore. “I’ll have you court-martialled for insubordination!” He snapped.

Logan tilted his head to the left like he was considering something. Nate knew he fucked up on that last command.

“Really? I don’t remember hearing any orders, General. How can we be insubordinate when we haven’t given any orders to even say no to?”

Wade talked and Nate couldn’t see him but could hear the smirk in his voice. “Oh… maybe I’ll put my fingers back if the General orders me to. I’d hate to get in trouble for not following orders.”

Nate was getting frustrated and flustered at this point but fuck it was so hot. He wanted to continue this forever, his pleasure and humiliation never stopping. “I-I suggest you keep fingering me, then corporal before I give an actual order.”

“Sir, yes, sir!” Wade replied enthusiastically.

Logan wasn’t done yet though, even surprising himself with how much he was enjoying falling into this role of bossing Nate around. The tables did deserve to be turned every once in a while. “Hm… Maybe we should get you discharged anyway general. You’d make a much better housewife.”

Wade giggled. “Heh. Discharge.”

Nate blushed harshly and gave Logan another ‘I’m gonna fucking kill you’ look.

“Bite your tongue, Lieutenant!”

“Funny that you’re saying that now but you’re the one having dreams about getting pregnant. Might have to start countin’ ya like you’re a fuckin sheep.”

Mother fucker.

Nate’s eyes widened as he realized Logan knew about the last dream. Meaning… “How much did you see?”

Logan just gave him a stern look. “We saw all of it. You begging to cum on Captain America’s lap like he’s Sex Santa or some shit. Before he passed you to us after the whole squad had used you.”

“You-!” Another moan got ripped from Nate as his eyes went wide and Wade shoved his fingers back in. He was gentle this time but god Nate was so physically sensitive and mentally eager.

He bit into the pillow and hid his face in shame behind his hands. He knew those dreams were too good not to have a catch to them! Fucking shit. How could Nate have been so careless? To mind link with the other two in their sleep to share their dreams. He must’ve done it subconsciously!

Unless he established a psyc-link with them but that was out of the question, right?

Right?

Shit, he felt tears on his cheeks. He was very happy that his hands were in the way to block the view from Logan.

Yet, his shoulders twitching were what gave him away.

Logan pried his hands away easily. “Whoa, Whoa, General. Where’s this coming from?”

Nate shook his head as another sob racked through him. “Yellow.”

They used the stoplight system with every session that had one, this time was no different.

Wade stopped and pulled out his fingers immediately. “Oh, Pricilla…”

Nate shook his head again, quickly gaining his composure back. “Sorry… god. How stupid…”

Logan helped sit Nate up and flopped him onto Wade, the two cuddled him in their arms until he was ready. Gently kissing him and wiping the tears away as they came.

“Sorry- I just-“

Logan placed another kiss on his chin. “Nothing to be sorry for, bub.”

“It’s- god it’s embarrassing knowing you two saw that.” Nate sniffled again, wiping away tears and snot. “New all-time low.” He let out a shuddering sigh.

Wade and Logan shared a look that screamed ‘Is he fucking serious right now?’

“Nate. Baby. We aren’t judging you, you know that right? If anything, it was hot as fuck.” Wade hummed right beside his ear, starting to rock the cuddle-pile back and forth.

Logan nodded. “Yeah, Summers. Nothin’ to be ashamed about, promise.”

Nate shook his head. “It’s not that-it’s that I’m supposed to be strong all the time and save the world and- shit. It’s everything I was taught since I was a baby. How can I do that when I’m having dreams about soldiers running me through?” He shuddered, feeling another bout of tears creep their way into his eyes. “I’ve just- I’ve been in the house too long and- god you two have been protecting me this whole time from those damn TVA fuckers- can’t even have a life on my own anymore!” Nate shook his head. “I feel so helpless, even in my dreams.”

Wade squeezed Nate around the waist. “Well, you look hot as fuck when you’re helpless.”

That got a half-bitten chuckle from Nate. Stupid. God he loved Wade.

“Just- I didn’t mean for you two to see it.”

Logan kissed his spine, Nate enjoyed the way his beard felt on his back. “Yeah well- we did, and we liked it.”

Wade smirked. Gripping Nate’s chin in his fingers, Nate leaned into him noticing the soft scar tissue on his hand and how amazing it was that it shifted from where he saw it this morning. “Whatcha gonna do about it, General? You’re two squad-mates liked seeing you get it up the ass and puss. You gonna write us up?”

Logan kissed Nate’s shoulders before speaking. “What would you even write? Got too horny for their good? Liked seeing cum up my cunt far too much?”

Nate laughed, ah shit… he knew he couldn’t control them. Apparently, he couldn’t control who he pulled into his dreams either but… fuck it. Losing control could be fun.

Wade smiled down at Nate again. “Are you going to write me up for seeing my bestie/lover/roommate/fuck-buddy’s wet dream and getting hard and cumming in my sleep?”

Nate shared a long look with Wade before leaning forward and kissing him deeply. God, how could Wade Fucking Wilson get him out of his mind with dirty talk? Must be another talent of his.

Logan cleared his throat. “Should we continue or…?”

Nate smirked into the kiss but didn’t let up, he floated the bottle of lube over to Logan with his TK.

Once he kissed Wade a bit more and made Logan wait sufficiently, Nate parted with a huge shit-eating-grin plastered on his face. “Green.”

Wade whistled. “Logan, why don’t you show the General how you like it ‘up the ass?”

Nate chuckled and lunged forward to pin Wade to the bed, his cheeks warm and rosy.

“Fuckin’ finally! Thought you two were gonna kiss and leave me out.” Logan huffed but poured Lube all over his asshole. “My turn to finger you then general. How does that sound?” Logan replied with a hint of sarcasm laced with excitement. “Or are you gonna turn it around and fuck me again after I finger you?”

Nate parted reluctantly from kissing Wade and only after a few encouraging spanks from Logan, briefly resisting the urge to add a ‘if you ask me nicely’ to his “Sir, no, sir.” Nate swallowed, another thought coming into his mind. “But- you don’t have to tell me what you’re doing anymore. I trust you.” He tossed a small smile over his shoulder to Logan who looked like he had a full Windows driver restart and update. Nate turned back to Wade. “I trust you too.” Before Wade could ruin it with his words, Nate leaned forward and kissed them out of his mouth. He felt like Wade was making heart eyes at him as they kissed.

Wade grabbed Nate’s cheeks and pulled him off in shock. “Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my Nate?” He said it with a full smile on his lips.

Nate shrugged. “Maybe I brain-swapped with Cap’ in the dream.”

“You swapped brain with him alright.” Logan chuckled.

Wade held up a hand. “A-yo!”

They high-fived somewhere behind Nate’s back.

Nate scoffed. “Ridiculous. Are you two gonna fuck me or not?”

“Is that an order, General?” Logan slapped his flesh cheek which earned another gasp. “I swear to god Nathan, if you top like a fucking control freak and bottom like a pillow princess-“

“Oooh he used your full name- you’re in trouble now, General.”

“Shut up.” Nate then proceeded to shut Wade up with a kiss.

Logan pressed one finger, only to quickly place a second right next to it. Nate was so relaxed now because he was distracted kissing Wade, he didn’t even notice Logan putting his fingers in.

Until Logan moved. Nate gasped and bit into Wade’s tongue which earned another moan from Wade. Nate began trailing kisses and bites down Wade’s body, which slowly caused him to back up onto Logan who didn’t have much time to respond before Nate’s hips were on his and Wade’s strap was in Nate’s mouth.

Nate’s pupils blew wide again as he felt the silicone toy touch the back of his throat, while Logan pumped his fingers in and out, causing small hitches of breath to come out around the toy.

Wade petted his hair. “Oooh look at that, General is such a good boy, isn’t he? My little precious Pricilla!” Wade made little baby-talk noises like he was talking to a dog.

Nate scoffed around the cock only to activate his TK in such a way that it made his eye flash. Wade gasped as he felt four ghost-hands wander up and down his body, pinching and playing but purposefully avoiding his most sensitive areas.

“No fair! Lieutenant! How come General gets Tele-whatever and I just got shitty skin and cancer?”

Nate pops off for a moment. “Technically I got the cancer too.” He popped right back on without even blinking. Wade mouthed a silent ‘space cancer’ before he yelped due to ghost hands pinching his ass and nipples.

Logan seemed to be in a very smart ass mood today. “Dunno Corporal. Maybe try having two of the most powerful X-Men as your parents?”

“Ah fuck- yeah. My parents were just assholes. Hey Logan, you ever get to get it on with those-“

Wade and Logan were simultaneously gagged as ghost fingers got shoved into their mouths. Nate popped off again, quite annoyed that he had to keep doing this. “Do not bring my parents into this.” He snarled.

Logan made a non-verbal response to Wade because Wade started giggling around the fingers before they choked him again.

Nate shot Logan a look over his shoulder that meant he didn’t want to know.

Logan coughed as the fingers slipped out of his mouth. “A fucking bratty pillow-princess is what you are.”

Nate smirked as he got his mouth back around the cock on Wade’s strap, he didn’t mind that idea at all. He kind of hated that he didn’t, until Logan jerked his fingers over his prostate, eliciting a moan and that thought was gone.

Nate’s legs gave out immediately. He got ordered to relax, right? So why not enjoy it? He shuffled his knees and legs so they were straight out behind him, Logan now sitting between them.

Wade continued to pet Nate’s hair and babble like he was talking to an animal. “Such a good general! Taking my Corporal Cock like a pro! Does it make your brain go all mushy little guy? I bet it does! Yes, it does!”

Logan twisted his fingers and caused Nate to jerk forward, making him gag and pull off to cough. “Corporal Cock fits you better.”

“Compromise: Corporal Cock Slut.”

Logan shook his head at how ridiculous Wade was, “Fine.” Logan pulled out and twisted his wrist again, causing Nate to jerk forward and then back. Unsure if he wanted the overstimulation or not. “General, ready for the next step?”

Nate smirked. “At Ease Lieutenant, no need to ask.” Nate nodded and was about to turn around, only to have Logan and Wade grab his arms and legs and flip him with ease. Nate let out a surprised noise as Wade got a wedge pillow from under the bed and slid it under Nate’s hips. This caused his legs to be near his face and his hole to be on display.

Nate blushed up to his ears, his legs weren’t what they used to be so he had to bend them, he couldn’t keep them perfectly straight but this would have to do.

Logan lined himself up, his short stature perfect for this position. He slowly teased the tip in at the entrance.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” Logan coughed, catching himself off guard with how sweet that sentiment was. “That’s an order!”

Nate nodded, “Sir, yes, sir.”

Wade came over to the two and lounged, stroking his spit-covered strap in front of the other two.

Nate noticed pretty quickly. “You know, Wade I could-“ a breath was shoved out of his lungs as Logan stretched him around his tip and slid home.

Wade shook his head. “Thanks, Pricilla but I’m saving this pussy for marriage. And by marriage, I mean whoever’s tongue or dick ends up being the most convenient once I’m done putting a baby in you.”

Nate’s complaint more turned into a whine, “Wade-!” He gasped again as Logan pushed deeper, his legs shaking in the air. He gritted his teeth as Logan stopped, giving him room to adjust to the length. The metal side of Nate had absolutely nothing to offer Nate, it didn’t shift in any way that he could feel, but god did it feel good on the right side. Nate was also guessing by looking at Logan’s face, that the texture of his TK was particularly good on his cock.

“Well… Logan may put a baby in you first, we’ll have to see.” Wade cupped his head on the pillow. “How’s it feel sugar-tits? Oh, sorry, General, Sugar Tits.”

Nate bit his lip, biting back another moan. “Full.” He leaned forward to try and see how much Logan was in. “Fuck! That’s just the tip?” Nate tossed his head back in a defeated groan.

Logan leaned forward, inching himself in slowly little by little. “Now you get to see how we feel, General.” Logan licked his lips and added a bit more lube around his cock, just to be safe. He gave extra attention to Nate’s stretched rim.

Wade patted his cheeks again. “Funny how you get to be a general but you don’t have quite as much experience as we do.”

Nate puffed out his cheeks and spoke through gritted teeth. “Yeah well- I assumed this wasn’t on the table for far too long.”

Logan shoved another inch deeper before Nate moaned, his breathing getting more labored. He cussed as he tried to get his breathing in check. Fuck it felt like too much and like he was being stretched out far too wide. It was starting to feel good though, Nate could see the appeal slowly but surely.

Logan rubbed his thighs to help him calm down. “Why the hell did you assume that?”

‘Because I didn’t think you’d still like me if I wanted to bottom.’ Nate thought to himself.

Wade answered for Nate. “Because he’s Mr. ‘N’Charge’ duh! He’s told he's going to save the world! While I disagree with the statement that bottoming is not very manly, he probably was onto how to fuck hot women in the action-hero kind of vanilla way.” Wade cackled, causing Nate to blush ever deeper, well he wasn’t wrong. “Funny though how Mr. Strong and Silent seems to want to get pregnant soooo badly. Not that a man can’t get pregnant- I’m one to talk- but-“ Wade went off on a ramble that was quite semantic for dirty-talk.

Luckily, this distracted Nate enough for Logan to finally bottom out with one more gentle shove. Nate tossed his head back in a loud groan.

Logan kissed up and down his thighs, rubbing them so he could get used to the feeling. “Atta-boy general. Good boy, you look so good taking cock.”

Nate hid his face in his hands again.

Wade didn’t even need to be told before he was taking Nate’s hands and holding them down to the bed. “You aren’t hiding from us, General. Are you?”

“S-Sir, no, sir.” Nate stuttered, another quiet breath punched from him as his knees tried to adjust to the angle. He had a feeling he was going to cramp pretty soon.

Just then, Logan slowly pulled out completely, causing a long whine to be ripped from Nate’s throat. He was so embarrassed to be making those sounds.

Yet, it was so hot to have the sounds forced from him.

Logan slowly thrusted back in, pulling a loud and frankly ugly moan from Nate.

“Good boy Natey, you’ll be big and full in no time.” Wade praised.

Nate hated that the line pulled another short moan from him.

Logan thrusted in shallowly, taking a short pause in between each movement for Nate to adjust. Nate grunted in between pants, getting used to the overwhelming stretch. Just then, Logan shifted his angle to perfectly brush against Nate’s prostate.

A shamefully porn star like Moan was ripped from him.

Logan whistled. “Hey, Cap’ was right, you do moan like a porn star.”

“You- you saw that one too?” The end of his sentence was punctuated by another shallow but targeted thrust from Logan, Nate tried to lift his hand to cover his mouth but no dice, Wade held him strong.

“We saw all of them, pretty boy. Every single one. It’s a bit hard when you’re sleeping in the same bed as a telekinetic. I’m more surprised you haven’t been pulled into our dreams.”

Nate came to a very earth-shattering conclusion.

Holy shit.

They saw all of those dreams and didn’t care?

Fuck. Maybe he should send the TVA a gift basket for getting him into this situation.

All coherence quickly drained out of Nate’s ears as Logan started a shallow pace. Groaning and grunting along with Nate’s breath.

Wade looked down at Nate and gave his nose a soft kiss. “You’re doing great sweetie.” Then he looked up at Logan, who was just a sight to behold, grunting and sweating as he fucked into his other partner.  “C’mere Lieutenant Hot Stuff.” Wade motioned, still keeping Nate’s wrists pinned as he leaned forward. Their kisses were growing more and more ragged with each harsh clash of tongue and teeth.

Nate bucked as Wade grabbed him and started to jerk him off at the same pace Logan was fucking into him. Nate wished he could bite fucking something. The overstimulation caused his head to toss back and forth as he felt nearer and nearer his climax.

Just then, Nate’s teary eyes caught sight of his prize. Wade’s strap was at the perfect angle for him to bite, so he did. Gnashing his teeth into purple silicone as a grounding mechanism. It was a bonus it still tasted like Wade.

Wade noticed and looked down after reluctantly parting from a very insistent Logan.

“Nate. Sweetie, this is not what I meant when I said I like biting.” Wade cupped his cheeks around his dildo and squeezed. “General, be a good boy and don’t dent my favorite dildo.”

That made Nate release. “What? Y-You’re using your-“ Nate’s words got cut off in a silent moan as Logan picked up the pace, causing heat to shoot up Nate’s spine.

Wade finished for him, thankfully. “Yes, General! Only the best to pop your cherry with.” Wade leaned forward and touched around Nate’s rim where he was getting pounded into, it started to become pink with the friction. “Albeit looks like someone’s already popping your cherry and making jam out of it too.”

Nate couldn’t even speak properly anymore, just whining Logan’s and Wade’s names as he felt himself get ever closer, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Oh there there General, don’t worry. We’ll fill you from both ends just like you need.” Wade positioned his strap to slide right into Nate’s mouth. It wasn’t big enough to choke him but it did make him splutter around it, moaning and panting to breathe through his oncoming orgasm.

Logan snarled, repositioning and slowing down, pulling a whine from Nate in response. It was just so he could talk while grinding mercilessly into his prostate.

“How are you hanging in there General Summers? Feel good?” Logan said in between grunts.

Nate gasped around the toy, trying to speak.

Wade thrusted deeper which caused a slight gag to slip from Nate. “Shh… inside voice general. You just need to be filled like a good slut. No words, you don’t need them.” Wade cooed.

Logan smiled as a very needy ‘Sir, Yes, Sir!’ Followed by a whiny ‘More!’ Echoed in his mind.

Logan took it as a challenge, knocking Wade’s hand away from Nate’s cock. Logan roughly began to rub his thumb in a circle right under his cockhead.

“He’s still got thoughts Corporal, this won’t do at all.” Logan’s hips stuttered as he felt his orgasm get closer, Nate’s words being chanted in his mind. “H-He is begging now.”

Wade hummed. A bit sad he couldn’t hear the begging but- well he could use that to his advantage. “Really? Well, General, why not tell Lieutenant here what you want?”

Logan didn’t even get to protest before Nate was in his mind, projecting his thoughts. They were broken as his orgasm got closer and closer.

‘Need… you… in me… cum…’

Logan groaned long and loud as his brain took that as an order. He ground deep into Nate as he pumped him full. Slowly coming down from his high but never moving his hips or his hand around Nate.

Nate was buckling up in Logan’s hand as he felt himself getting filled. God, he hated that it was so much better than the dream.

Fuck. They were right, he was going to get addicted. He hadn’t even cum yet and he could already tell.

Nate gasped as Wade took his strap out of his mouth. His body shuddered with the loss of something to ground him. His hips stuttered as he felt Logan pull out, pausing to watch the way his hole clenched around nothing.

“F-Fuck… did I cum?” Nate groggily asked, voice hoarse from the dick he had just sucked.

Logan shook his head with a chuckle and flopped off Nate and onto the bed next to them. “Afraid not, General. You gave me an order. I obeyed. You didn’t give yourself that order unfortunately.”

Nate laughed tiredly in his haziness, “Oh- did I?”

Logan nodded as his head fell into the bed. He needed a rest now, just for a few minutes.

Wade wasted no time in jumping up and positioning himself right where Logan was. “My turn!” Wade added a bit more lube for a bit of luck and quickly plunged into the space Logan had been in.

Shit. Logan had some forgiveness with his cock but this toy sure as hell didn’t. With Nate’s ass being half metal, his left side didn’t stretch too well, Logan mostly stretched out his right side. Now though? Wade was stretching both sides beautifully.

It sent an odd shiver up Nate’s spine, he could feel the TO trying to translate the shift and stretch into something palatable for his brain. It felt like a bunch of slightly fleshed but still stiff puzzle pieces were shifting against his inner walls.

Each time a puzzle piece would shift or knock together with his flesh side, it sent a spark of pleasure to his brain. Faster than the flesh side would receive it, so there was a slight delay sometimes, he’d feel metal pleasure and then flesh pleasure. A two-for-one as Wade would say.

Just then, Nate’s brain gave an error signal.

He used his TK to pull Wade out, still keeping his tip pressed to his entrance. “Nate what are you-“

Nate quickly flipped himself onto the wedge pillow so his hips were now held up and his knees and chest were on the bed.

His legs were cramping, sue him.

He placed Wade back inside him with a moan as he folded his arms under himself to get comfy.

Logan scoffed, now face-to-face with Nate. “Fuck all the other names, you’re General Princess with how high-maintenance you are.”

Nate just rolled his eyes again. “Speaking of which… Corporal, mind starting? I had an orgasm building before someone blue-balled me and finished too fast.”

Logan’s mouth opened in shock. “That’s fucking rich coming from you! You haven’t been able to keep going longer than a few minutes this past week.” Logan blinked as a thought was transferred to him from Nate. “Oh my god you fucking- you’ve been mind-melding while fucking us?” Logan was appalled but still his cock twitched in weak interest.

Wade started at a rough pace, knocking a breath from Nate. “Oh- god that makes so much sense! Remember when he was fucking you Logan and you were fucking my ass? No wonder he came in you so much and so fast! Damn!” Wade rewarded him with a smack to his flesh-ass-cheek. “We gotta work on training you.”

Nate hated how his cock twitched in Wade’s grasp after he said that. Wade noticed.

“Oh you like that, don’t you? Us training you to be our good little general?” Wade punctuated his words with a deep thrust. “Maybe you’d prefer just ‘princess’ instead. Hmm?” Wade bent over him, pressing him further into the pillow, his cock giving another twitch in his hand. Their sweaty bodies were clinging to one another like their lives depended on it. Wade wrapped his arms around Nate’s chest and squeezed as he pulled his knees out from under him.

He moved his knees to hook around Nate’s thighs and spread him impossibly wider. Causing his weight to be put onto Nate, also caused Wade to bury himself deep into Nate.

Nate let out a long broken moan in reward.

“Attaboy Princess! We’ll make a cock slut of you yet! And folding yourself over for me after Logan pumped you nice and full? God, I’ll fuck his baby into you happily.”

Nate knew he couldn’t get pregnant but his brain was kinda gone at this point. “Okay…” he whispered, shame and embarrassment far too buried in his pleasure to bubble up.

Logan and Wade shared a surprised celebratory look, they knew what that meant!

Wade hugged Nate tight and shifted his hips so he got amazing leverage from where his legs wrapped around Nate’s thighs. He began to thrust hard and fast into Nate. Logan scrambled to get a good view of Wade pounding him from behind.

“You like that idea princess? Me fucking Logan’s baby into you? You’ll be nice and pregnant by the time I cum in you too. I wonder if it’ll be twins…” Wade grunted as he locked in, setting a brutal pace now that he knew Nate was adjusted to it.

Nate punctured the air with little “ah-ah-ahs” as he felt himself get closer and closer but still unable to fully tip over the precipice. With the way his body was reacting to the praise, he couldn’t believe how turned on he was. So much so that every thought of shame and embarrassment that he had earlier was slowly melting away with each thrust.

“You gonna cum Princess?” Wade kissed all along his huge defined back. “Gonna cum from your soldiers getting you pregnant?”

Nate could only nod, shooting Wade a look that screamed pure lust. He was gone and god did Wade love it. To see Nate all fucked out and used, while he was the one who used him? Hell yeah.

Nate could tell Logan was moving behind him but he couldn’t tell where to until he felt Logan. Specifically, wrapping his lips around his cock.

Just like the dream.

It only took Wade a few more thrusts for Nate to be moaning so loud that Wade was certain they’d get another noise complaint. A dozen more thrusts and Nate was cumming into Logan’s mouth while thrusting into it as much as the pillow would allow.

Nate panted and closed his eyes, resting on his arms as he came down. Mouth pleasantly red and spit-covered, cheeks positively pink, and pupils blown wide.

Wade kept in him as he heard Logan drink up the cum below him, swallowing as fast as he could.

Logan came around and shared a kiss with Wade the taste of Nate still messy on his lips, he took the idea from Nate and didn’t swallow. Forcing his cum into Wade’s mouth as they kissed. A few drops dribble down between them on their chests.

Nate hummed and looked behind him, bleary-eyed eyes trying to focus. Yeah. He was pretty lucky.

He was wondering if the TVA would prefer a charcuterie gift basket or a booze one.

Once the two parted for air, Wade slowly pulled out of Nate. Nate grunted at the achy feeling Wade and Logan left him with. God, it felt amazing.

Next thing Nate knew, Wade and Logan were flopping onto the bed beside him and kissing deeply. Wade rutting his strap against Logan’s leaking and hard cock.

With the small move of his finger, Nate used his TK to help Wade out of his strap. What he didn’t expect, was for a toy to be attached to the inside of Wade’s harness, the whole time he was fucking Nate he had that inside of himself. Nate felt his cock twitch weakly at the discovery.

God, he could tell from how shiny the toy was that Wade was drenched. If Nate weren’t so tired he’d consider having Wade sit on his face.

He kept the toy partially inside of Wade, fucking him slowly with it as Wade moaned in surprise, leaning his body onto Logan as they connected again in a kiss.

Wade made some gorgeous sounds as Nate fucked him, rubbing his clit with a ghost hand simultaneously making Wade get even louder. His moans caught in Logan’s breath every once in a while.

Speaking of which… Nate slipped another ghost-hand to wrap around Logan’s hard length again to pleasure him just the same.

With a see-saw-like back and forth, Nate mentally helped the other two get off at the same time. It was punctuated with a loud moan from Wade and a deep Snarl from Logan. Cum and squirt covering them and the bedspread.

Nate’s head hit the pillow as he released them with a huff. Shit. He was far more tired than he thought he was.

Logan rolled Wade and himself both over after they caught their breath and stopped lazily kissing each other. They each got under the arm of Nate’s.

“Come on Princess, up ya go.” Logan encouraged with a heavy grunt as he lifted Nate with Wade’s help, off the bed and walked him shakily to the shower.

The next hour was a pleasant blur of getting clean, soft kissing, cuddling, drinking plenty of water, and eating lots of food. God, it was good. Nate ended up settled between the two under clean bedclothes.

“Not too bad for your first time bottoming, General,” Logan teased.

“You did amazing Nate.” Nate gazed at Wade, he knew he was serious when he didn’t use the nicknames. “So proud of you!”

Nate scoffed, “Yeah, yeah,…You two made it easy. Going with the flow of my little fantasy dreams and all.”

Wade was drawing lazy circles on Nate’s chest, Nate enjoyed the way the movement made his metal chest hum.

“That shit was hot as fuck.” Wade mumbled into his metal arm.

Logan nodded. “Didn’t know I wanted military role-play but… here we are.”

Nate felt himself preen at all the praise he was getting. And he got them onto a new kink? Perfect.

The only thing that ruined the silence was Nate’s phone going off. He sighed. He didn’t even move but just checked it with his TK.

Huh? It was Domino.

“Wade,” Nate mumbled, too comfy to even open his eyes. “Check my phone, will you?” He handed it to Wade with his TK. “What’s Dom want?”

Wade was silent for far too long. That’s what finally got Nate to open his eyes.

“You. She wants you.”

Nate looked at the text, feeling Logan snuggle closer into his back so he could read too.

Nate sighed, “Shit.” He groaned, blushing and hiding his face into Wade’s back.

The message read; “Yo, Tin Man. I had the weirdest dream about you last night. Can you call when you get a sec? I have a feeling you’ll love it.”

Logan wolf-whistled. “You’re going to be a right slut by the end of this, ain’t you princess?”

“Dream slut is more like it.” Wade laughed but he called Dom on Nate’s phone before he could even protest. “Yo! Dom!”

She cackled over the phone. “Wade? Is that you?”

“In the scarred, cancerous flesh, yes.”

“Hi, Dom.” Logan sleepily said, squeezing Nate to comfort him the best he could.

“Holy fucking shit. Is that Logan? As in the Wolverine?” She cackled again. “I figured you and Wade were fucking, but really? Nate too? You are the mansion’s bicycle.”

“I didn’t say we were fucking.” Nate deadpanned, muffled slightly by Wade’s body.

“Lucky guess.”

Nate finally took his face out of Wade’s back. “What do you want domino?”

“Ah, there’s my Tin Man.” She giggled, Nate hating himself for how it felt like butterflies were fucking in his stomach at the name and the laugh. “Listen, Nate, I had a very sex-based dream that I want to talk about you with but I’m not sure you want those two knuckleheads to hear.”

Nate sighed, well they both just fucked him so… fuck it. “It’s fine. They can hear.” Nate braced for the worst.

“Alright… if you think it’s okay.” She sighed, taking in a deep breath. “Okay, I didn’t know I needed this in my life buuuuut I totally had a dream that you were stuck in a wall in some fancy military outfit and I offered to help you but you just kept begging, and I mean begging- me to let you cum! I’ll spare the details but god you were so cute at the end of my strap calling me daddy!”

Nate was beet fucking red by the end of it. God damn it. He had pulled the others, or at least Dom, into his dreams.

Logan was curled up on his back, laughing and trying to keep quiet.

Wade just grinned. “Wow…” he said like he wasn’t there to witness it. “So… when can he make your dreams come true, Dom?” Wade looked at Nate who was still hiding on his shoulder, Nate’s silence somehow spoke more than Wade’s did.

“How’s next month? I’m on a mission right now, I land in Nova Scotia after it. I have a lucky feeling a certain mutant with three claws has a safe house there.”

Logan, managed to calm down from his fit only to speak gruffly. “We’ll be there, Dom, you can find us?”

“You know it. Byyeeeeeee!” She hung up.

Nate groaned again. “What did I just let you two get me into?”

“Some fun.” Logan laughed.

“For once in your life,” Wade added and laughed too.

Wade just sighed. “Who are we to say no to making a poor, fellow mercenary’s, dreams come true? Plus, we know you want to, you’re hard against my back, plus, it’s gonna be hot as fuck to watch and maybe join in if domino gives the OK.”

Nate just sighs. He said he was going to let them take care of him. Nate is nothing if not a man of his word.

Chapter Text

“It seems I’ve been getting too lenient with you soldier. Spoiled you. You’ve forgotten your place. Haven’t you?”

The soldier below him squirmed into the dirt, covered in bruises, blood, and a few new forming scars. His hands were tied behind him as he tried to get away.

“Answer me, soldier,” Nate squeezed himself around the soldier’s cock, focusing on the metal side more and more.

Oh, and Nate was on his cock.

“S-Sorry sir! Fuck-“  The normally put-together blonde-haired and blue-eyed soldier looked a mess. “I-I don’t- General I-“

Tsk’ing him in annoyance. “Funny how you came onto me at first and you were so hard. It's good to know that my coming onto you hasn’t changed that.” Nate smirked at him, mean and fully in his element. “Let’s get you back into training, shall we? Drop trow.”

Next thing they knew, Nate was straddling the soldier, riding crop held between his teeth as he bounced on him with a soft noise. Bottoming out almost immediately. The soldier below him writhed as his restraints dug his hands into the harsh gravel below.

Nate took the crop from his mouth. “Now. I’m going to sit here until you make me cum. No matter how many times you cum, I will not be getting up until you finish me. Got it?” He put the crop back into his mouth as he adjusted slightly.

The soldier nodded with a broken gasp. “S-Sir, yes, sir.”

Nate tutted and took the drop from his mouth only to smack it against the soldier's cheek. Another desperate gasp, leaving his lips.

“A little more enthusiasm.” Another smack of the crop was issued and a grunt was received.

“Sir, yes, sir!” The soldier winged at the new mark blooming on his cheek.

“That’s more like it.” Nate huffed, placing the crop back between his teeth as he placed his hands on the soldier's chest. Slowly starting his pace, not giving a shit how fucked up the soldier below him’s skin got.

“T-This is a new side to you General, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit scared.” The soldier gulped below him. “A-And very turned on.”

Nate just smiled so wide, it almost seemed happy to the untrained eye, really what it meant was absolute pure sadistic glee.

The soldier flinched at Nate taking the crop out of his mouth. Nate grinned and placed it under the Soldier’s chin, making him look up.

“A healthy fear of your superiors is not a bad thing, Soldiers.” Nate punctuated his sentence by slamming his hips down harshly with a groan, enjoying the way the gravel crunched underneath both of them.

“S-Sir?” He groaned loud and long, Nate made a mental note that it sounded a lot like Logan. “I d-don’t understand.”

Nate smiled, that terrifying sadistic glee making an appearance again. “Really? I mean-“ he bounced a few more times like it helped him chew on his words, making the soldier squirm beneath him. “When you fucked me against that wall the other day, were you my superior, in that moment?”

The soldier gulped. “Sir, yes, sir-!”

Another crack sounded as Nate took the crop to the other cheek. “Wrong.”

“You.” He ran the crop down the soldier’s cheek, soothing the new mark. “Are never my superior. Even with your cock up my ass, got it?”

“Sir, yes, sir.” The soldier whined as Nate ground his hips into him with a soft moan, in turn grinding him into the dirt and scratching up his rear and wrists.

“So… now that that’s sorted. Tell me why I shouldn’t write you up for insubordination.”

The soldier’s eyes went wide. God, every answer felt like the wrong one. “I uh- I- no one- I mean-“ the soldier blushed, suddenly all that gusto and chutzpah seemed to vacate his body and mind. “I-I can’t fuck you from in the cell, sir?”

Nate just stopped, stone cold. “You think that highly of yourself, hmm?” The soldier is still rock hard beneath him. “You think I couldn’t get dick twice as good as yours from anywhere else?” Nate ground his hips again and bounced, causing them to share a breathy moan.

“S-Sir no sir! I mean- sir yes sir- I mean- I don’t know sir!” The poor guy was floundering at this point. That smile just returned to Nate, like he was a fish in water.

“You need to be broken to be reminded of your place again.” He gave a couple of harsh bounces again and again. “Remind me what you did in the mess hall at O-Seven-Hundred Hour.”

The soldier gasped for breath, struggling not to buck into Nate. “I-I ugh… I started a fight.”

“That’s right. Marking up your pretty little face.” Nate snarled as he got down closer. “That wasn’t all of it, think harder. If you can.”

“I-I defended your honor from a neighboring troupe-“

That earned him a backhand, thankfully from the flesh hand. “Nope. Incorrect.”

The soldier gasped below, the weird sense of pleasure and pain visible on his face as Nate continued his steady pace.

“I-I tried to tell the other soldiers to fuck off-“

“Warmer.”

“I uh— I spoke about you to the other soldiers?”

“Hotter.”

“Ah- I! I spoke to the others about having sex with-“ he yelped as another backhand greeted him, again with the flesh hand.

“Cold! And you were so close.” Nate rolled his hips forward so he could test how close the angle of his dick was to his prostate. “Let me spell it out for you… You spoke on my behalf.”

“Only to defend-!” Another moan was ripped as the crop struck right along his Adam’s apple. He choked on it like his throat was slit.

“No back talk. You embarrassed me and defended nothing. I did not ask for you to speak for me, did I?”

“But, sir-!”

“Did I?” Nate harshly bucked his hips, grinding into his pelvic bones more than trying to bring actual pleasure.

“No, sir.”

Nate slapped the riding crop again, this time against his forehead. “Enthusiasm!”

“Sir, no, sir!” The soldier whines at the crop hitting his skull and the pain blooming across it.

“Attaboy. Now, tell me. Why did you think you had any right to speak for me?” Nate adjusted himself so he was on his knees and spread, threatening to have the tip slip from his ass.

The soldier wiggled and tried to buck back into the warmth but had no luck. “I-I don’t know, sir!”

Nate lifted his hips another half inch, absolutely loving the way his cock stretched him. “I think you do. Try again.”

The soldier groaned trying to think but it was a little hard when your only source of pleasure was literally about to slip away if you didn’t answer. “Because-“ The soldier panted his breath in and out over and over as Nate let the tip slip back in and then held his hips so it sat, stretching him. “Because- Because the other soldiers- they were making fun of you! Sir! I thought I-I could defend you-“

Nate sank fully, groaning a bit as he bottomed out. “Good boy. Now, what exactly did you say?”

The soldier gulped below him. “I uh- the others called you a tight ass- and I told them to fuck off b-because-“ the soldier gulped again as Nate’s eyes narrowed on him. “Because- god-! Because being a tight ass made you feel amazing around my cock.” The soldier whined and winced, bracing for impact.

Nate chuckled darkly. “That’s right, you did.” He bounced a few more times, reaching down to start jerking himself off. Clenching purposefully around the soldier, making him writhe in the dirt. “One more thing Soldier, why on earth did you think that was a good idea when I was under the fucking table blowing you?”

The soldier’s cheeks went beet red, Nate thought it was such a pretty color in contrast with his eyes. “Sir- I- I didn’t expect you to not take it as a compliment- sir!”

Nate clicked his head to the side and clicked his tongue. “You know… I did take it as a compliment.” Nate sighed, removing his hand from his cock and leaning back to get a new angle that made his mouth fall open in a breathy moan.

“What?”

“I took it as a compliment.”

“Yes, S-Sir, but why?”

“You said I have a tight ass that makes your dick feel amazing, why wouldn’t I?” Nate raised a brow at him like the answer was obvious.

“T-Then- why the hell am I being reprimanded?” He spluttered below Nate, trying to buck up into him to get anything, but Nate’s hips held firm.

“Because, you dolt, I was right there. I could’ve spoken for myself. Told them I wasn’t a tight ass, but then they wouldn’t have fucked me after, would they?”

The soldier shuddered as he thought back to the mess-tent earlier. After his statement, things got out of hand, he threw punches, he got some back, he ended up being tied to a pole and forced to watch the other men fuck Nate over the tables. He didn’t even get to cum from the blowjob. It made his blood boil thinking about how those men got to touch Nate and he didn’t.

Well, here it goes; a Hail Mary.

“You were a little preoccupied with my dick in your mouth, sir!”

Nate reeled the crop back, holding it with his TK, and pulled up so the soldier’s dick tip was still sitting on his ass.

His eyes went wide as he felt the crop tap against his shaft. “N-No-“

Nate grinned. “Safe-word?”

The soldier grit his teeth. “Buck.”

“Good boy. Color?”

The soldier huffed through his nose, somehow this felt more embarrassing.

“Green.”

The soldier wailed below him as a strike landed right across his shaft. Nate felt the tip twitch in interest. Another strike and a cry rang out as the crop snapped against his balls.

He rolled in pain underneath Nate but Nate just sank right back down. The soldier hissed as he felt his cock still stinging in pain as Nate bounced on him.

“Back talk soldier, you should know better.” Nate sighed, disappointed. “We need to work on that mouth of yours.”

The soldier was whining too much to even speak. Nate knew he could hear him though. With a snap of his hand, Nate had placed wooden boards underneath the soldier enough to keep him on a flat surface and not hurt himself in the dirt and gravel anymore.

“Drop and give me twenty.”

The soldier groaned in dismay, fuck Nate loved that sound.

The soldier moved his hips to be underneath Nate at a proper angle, bending his knees as he got ready to lift his hips.

“Don’t worry about counting soldier, I’ll do that for you. Just in case you think you could cheat.”

“Sir, yes, sir!” The soldier grunted as he lifted his hips, Nate’s 350 pounds of muscle and metal seeming to only make him struggle a little.

“One.”

The soldier let himself back down with a pant, not letting his hips touch the ground. He lifted, kept going at the same pace

“Two. Three. Four. Five. Keep it up, soldier.”

He lifted again and felt the harsh but delicious heat of Nate clenching around him, the wound from earlier causing his cock to flag only a bit before it was back in action. He cried out.

“Six.”

He paused to take in a proper breath and adjust his head, maybe to also admire the general sitting atop him like this.

“Come on soldier, stop daydreaming. Seven.”

He yelled underneath Nate, struggling to keep up. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes due to exertion.

“Eight, keep going.”

Nate paused, raising an eyebrow to the soldier below him, he paused to take a break and pant, heavily. Nate took this time to bounce up and down on him, moaning a bit in his pleasure.

Nate let out a surprised, and somewhat embarrassing, yelp at Steve moving his hips up to meet Nate’s down thrust.

“Nine. That’s what you need hmm? Just some positive reinforcement.”

The soldier just nodded, panting too hard to even answer. Nate would let it slide this time.

Nate plunged his telekinesis into the soldier, linking their minds.

‘You can answer me this way, easier, right?’

‘Sir, yes, sir.’

‘Ten. Positive reinforcement, hm? Well… I mean if you’re going to be in my squadron. Might as well give you an introduction to bottoming too, right? Eleven.’

He quirked an eyebrow, his breathing becoming more erratic. ‘Sir?’

‘Keep going. Twelve.’

Just then, Nate mentally sent over the sensation of the soldiers who fucked him earlier. One at a time, orgasm after orgasm, prostate pounded into after-

The soldier's hips stuttered as he fell from his position, Nate crashing down with him, the soldier thrusted his hips weakly into Nate, moaning and writhing as much as his restraints would let him. Nate groaned as he felt the soldier fill him up.

Nate licked his lips and looked down at the soldier. Loving the color of his cheeks, how fucked out he looked, and how many now he was considering trying bottoming too.

Well… that and he looked like he was about to burst into tears.

Shit.

The soldier sniffled softly as he fell fast and hard. “I-I’m sorry g-general- I couldn’t- I couldn’t-“

Nate just shushed him and leaned over to kiss his tears away. “Shhh… shhh… You did amazing.” He smiled and cupped his chin in his hands. “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?” Nate moaned as he popped off, cum immediately dribbling down his thighs and the soldier's cock. He plugged himself up before any more could slip out.

The soldier seemed confused as to why he was the one being taken care of. Suddenly, he was more confused at the appearance of a hot spring right next to them, and Nate picked him up and walked them over to it to wash off.

They both sighed as they entered the water, the sweat and cum being swept away by the gentle rolling heat. Nate gently kissed the soldier and held him close, eventually turning him around so he floated to straddle Nate’s lap. Nate praised him softly.

“You did so well, so proud of you soldier. Good boy. Good boy.”

The soldier, still softly crying, shook his head. “But I didn’t make you cum or finish the push-ups.”

“No. But you still took everything I gave you like a pro. I think that’s proof that you did great.” Nate smiled as he reached behind the soldier and grabbed water and snacks. He made him drink water and started feeding him chocolate strawberries.

The soldier's last thought was lost in his mind as he ate the sweet fruit.

Nate didn’t give a shit if he wasn’t real. He was gonna fucking take care of his partners like they were gods. Same with the safe-word and stoplight system, if he practiced it mentally it’d be good practice in reality.

He was proud of this soldier though, he did so well.

The soldier gasped as he settled into the water a bit further. “Shit you’re still hard-“

“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t worry about that.” Nate shushed.

“No- I want to. Can I?”

Nate smiled softly. “Sure, but don’t overdo it, okay?”

It was full of sweet nothings as Nate sat on the edge of the hot spring, ass on the wooden planks that surrounded it. The soldier was lying on his stomach, the soft waves lapping at his rear as he had Nate’s cock in his mouth and fucked him with the plug. They both adored the sloppy wet sounds of his full ass, it wasn’t just this soldier's cum that was in him after all.

One lazy but satisfying blowjob later, and Nate was petting the soldier's hair as he drank him down.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Hopefully, General. By the way… You can call me Steve.”

Nate’s eyes lifted in surprise, like he didn’t know his name already. “Hm… well Steve, I’m Nathan, Nate works too.”

With a happy sigh. Nate woke up from his dream, his two partners snoring happily in his grasp. Fantastic shit. He was getting better at the whole lucid dreaming thing.

Almost too good. He looked down to where Wade’s back was pressed to his chest and noticed he had cum on his lower back. Oops.

Nate floated over a rag from their bathroom and rubbed it softly up and down Wade’s back to get rid of the mess.

Wade stirred softly and twitched due to his ticklish skin. He yawned. “Mhm… god shit Nate, that was a good one. Might wanna try that one out next.”

Nate chuckled and kissed his shoulders. “Me sitting on your cock and giving you orders or getting fucked by a squadron of soldiers?”

Wade laughed. “You forgot the blow job in a hot spring with chocolate strawberries. I want all of it.”

“Course you do,” Nate said, snuggling his nose into Nate’s neck and hugging him tightly, noticing Logan finally stirring in front of him.

“Fuck Nate… is it gonna be like this every night?” Logan mumbled sleepily.

Nate shrugged. “Possibly.”

“I don’t want it to end! I had no idea I needed you to fuck Captain America but here we are.”

Logan rolled over looked at Nate and Wade. “Yeah, Nate, why Captain hm?” Logan grunted, his eyes fluttering shut.

Nate shrugged. “I idolized him in the future, I even wielded his shield for the longest time. He was… a hero of mine. A symbol of justice for a better world. A better future.” He sighed, that seemed too far away now.

“Yeah well, he should also be a  symbol of really good dick.” Wade laughed.

Nate chuckled as he ran his metal hand down the front of Wade’s chest and felt his clit, he hadn’t flagged one bit. “You cum from the dream?”

“Sir, no, sir!” Wade saluted so hard he almost hit Logan.

“Watch it!” Logan snarled.

Nate sighed. “I think we can fix that. What do you think?”

Logan sniffed. “He’s a fucking liar. I can smell him on the sheets. You too, General.”

Nate blushed a bit. “Guilty.” He brought his metal fingers around to hold Wade’s clit. He motioned with his eyes to where he wanted Logan.

Logan just rolled his eyes and went down into the sheets, right below where Nate’s fingers were and quickly plunged his tongue into Wade. Nate swiftly turned on the vibrations in his hands that had Wade squealing and moaning while he bucked into the other two pleasuring him.

“G-Gonna cum- fuck!” He gasped as Nate felt his legs get drenched.

“Already?” Nate teased. “I think you can give us one more for that one being so quick.”

Wade keened into the touch, unsure of who he wanted to get closer to more. “Yes yes please!” He begged, quickly.

Nate gasped as he turned up the vibrations on his arm and simultaneously felt Logan’s hand prodding at his hole, plug grinding up into his prostate, muted wet sounds coming from his hole from their fun last night. His hips twitched forward, his cock still too tired from his first orgasm to show interest yet.

The three moaned in unison, enjoying their lazy morning sharing pleasure, Wade got two more orgasms wrung from him and Logan got one too. Nate insisted he didn’t need one but the other two still pleasured him, even if not to completion.

Nate needed to think about sending the gift basket.

Fuck, maybe he should send a basket to Stark Tower too. Just in case it was Captain.

~

“Steve! Steve!” Tony walked into their shared bedroom. “Steve?”

Steve currently had one of his fingers held up in a ‘give me a minute’ position while he held the other in his hand.

“Oh no. Recurring sex dream again?” Tony tutted but just as he was about to get on the bed, Steve spoke.

“Don’t.” He breathed out a shaken breath. “I need to change the sheets, again.”

Tony hummed. “General Sexy get you again?”

Steve blushed, hiding his face in his hands. “Yes but- ugh. It was different this time.”

“How so?”

“He- I mean I still fucked him.”

“Obviously.” Tony, agreed.

“But he kind of- ordered me around a bit?” Steve blushed again, not understanding this new obsession he had with this general. “And I didn’t… exactly obey… but he still praised me and said I did good and fed me and had me drink water and took care of me. It was weirdly nice. Still hot as fuck though.”

Tony poked his knee, his coffee cup in his other hand. “I can tell, hotshot, he’s got you so worked up we might need to get a new pair of sheets with how often you’re ruining them.”

Steve chuckled. “Yea… maybe.” He slicked his hair back.

Tony poked him again. “Ya know, if he wasn’t just in your dreams I’d think you’d be cheating on me.”

Steve chuckled. “Hell! You sure you wouldn’t want to watch or join in?”

Tony leaned forward and gave the blonde a soft kiss. “Oh, I definitely would.”

They shared a laugh for a moment before Tony had another thought. “You sure it isn’t Bucky?”

Steve scoffed. “It’s not. I keep telling you, they’re missing the same arm but this guy is built completely different. Huge, bulky, pretty sure he’s near seven feet- albeit in the dream I’m way taller than I normally am, and way way older. His voice sounds more gruff too.” Steve paused as he looked at Tony again, a memory flashing before him. “I think he might be a telepath too.”

Tony smirked into his cup as he took another sip. “So… we’ve got to be on the lookout for a telepath who’s missing his left arm and built like a football player? That’s your dream guy?”

Steve sighed. “I guess. He feels so familiar.”

“I’m telling you, it’s an older version of Bucky.” Steve rolled his eyes at that. “Well, I’ll be on the lookout for him. I want to thank him for treating you so well and maybe he can give me some answers on where my husband has been going in his sleep and why I have to change the sheets every god damn morning. Hell, maybe the fucker can buy us a few more pairs.” Tony laughed as he took another sip. “Once you’re done, breakfast is ready.”

Steve raised his hand in protest but Tony beat him to it. “I got donuts, don’t worry. No cooking today.”

Steve laughed, shit, he was lucky.

However, he was also horrendously sticky.

Gross.

Time to change.