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lovemybluebully · 1 month ago

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Santa Always Comes Through

Goddammit, Hugh has the fucking cutest smile. 🥰

A little side quest from the other fic I'm writing for some Christmas-y action. 😁🎅🎄 Starts off a bit angsty, but I promise it's all necessary for the cuteness to shine. Sorry I didn't have this ready by Christmas day, but I just started typing it up the day before and I've been really busy the past several weeks. I feel that Christmas runs through the end of the month anyways so it's still legal to post this. 😊

Logan's nightmares of his past are keeping him from getting any sleep, so Wade comes up with the perfect Christmas gift for him.

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

M/M Tickle Fic

Word Count: 5,336

Logan bolted upright with eyes wide in a panic and sweat glistening all over his body as the haunting screams followed him out of his dream. His emotions were high, disorienting him and he was unable to place exactly where he was at the moment. His vision was hazy, and he just couldn't focus on anything around him, currently trapped between reality and the dream world he'd just escaped.

He then felt a touch land on his shoulder as he instantly popped his claws in a knee-jerk reaction and turned to swipe at what had made contact with him. A loud yelp from the offender followed by a few curse words started to bring Logan out of his trance as he heard familiarity in the voice, calming him.

As his eyes finally cleared and he regained his sensibility he found Deadpool standing there, holding onto his bloody stump of an arm where a hand used to be. That appeared to be the least of the man's worries though as he just looked back at Logan with thoughtful concern.

"Easy Logan. Deep breath now. It's just me," he spoke softly as to try to get his roommate to relax. A light returned to his eyes as Logan finally seemed to recognize him, though there was confusion all over his face.

"Wade?" He now looked around himself again and saw that he was in Wade's apartment, sitting on his pull-out bed from the couch. The same place he'd been sleeping for several months now. Safe and sound.

The sun had set hours ago, but he could see make out the snow that was quietly falling outside the nearby window. Beside that was the Christmas tree that Wade had dragged him into the woods to cut down and then persuaded to help him decorate; the colored bulbs dimly lighting up that side of the room.

Only once the smell of blood hit his nostrils had Logan realized what he'd done; his formerly terrified face transforming into shame and guilt as he retracted his claws and turned his attention back to his friend.

"Wade, fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-," he started trying to piece together an apology, but Wade only hushed him with the wave of his still existing hand.

"Hey hey, don't worry about it," he then bent over to retrieve his dismembered hand before placing it back onto the end of his arm as his skin quickly began to knit itself back together, "No harm, no foul. See? Good as new."

He smiled as he now wiggled his working fingers in the air, but Logan didn't smile back.

"I don't like doing that," he looked down and gingerly rubbed the knuckles on the back of his hand where the claws had been out moments ago.

"Ah, it's okay. You couldn't kill me if you tried and boy did you try when we first met," Wade chuckled, trying to lighten the mood as he sat down on the bed beside him with Logan now averting his gaze back up.

"That's not me anymore, Wade. Hurting people that I care about is the last thing I ever want to do," he allowed himself to lean into the other man as arms were wrapped around him.

"I know you don't, big guy, but it was an accident and I'm one hundred percent okay. Please don't beat yourself up about it. Besides, tomorrow is Christmas, and this year is extra special because Santa brought me the best gift of all......my new best friend," Wade smiled and fondly nuzzled against Logan's neck, finally getting the man to crack the start of a smile.

Logan remembered where he had spent the last Christmas, waking up in a dirty alleyway from another night of drinking himself into blacked-out unconsciousness. With no one in his universe wanting anything to do with him, not caring if he was alive or dead, though most wished for the latter.

And now in the blink of an eye, all of that had changed. It had taken him a while to get used to how physically affectionate Wade was with him, but now it was something he craved. And the fact that anyone was willing to invest that kind of effort into someone like him was more than humbling.

"I'll never know what you saw in me. A pathetic, drunk, empty shell of a man with no hope of ever finding happiness again......the worst Wolverine of them all. I was ready to die. Hell, I'd tried plenty of times."

"Well, you wouldn't be who you were if you weren't those things though. And that's not all that you are, and you've let me see that other side of you, no matter how much you tried to keep it hidden. There is compassion inside of you, and you give your loyalty and devotion to those that have earned it. You may resist it, but in the end you always end up doing what you feel is right, like how you took that stand with all of us at Cassandra Nova's fortress. And then with me at Paradox's. None of us would be here today if you truly didn't care," Wade explained while Logan quietly listened before giving a tired sigh.

"Yeah well I've got a lot of making up to do for what I've done. Saving a timeline from going out of existence seemed like a good start," he trailed off as a despondent look came over his face. Wade knew the topic of the X-men was still a fresh wound in his heart.

"I know I can't speak for them, but I've no doubt that they would be proud of you and everything that you did here. Not just anyone could have done what you did. You were willing to give your life to protect my family and friends, people you didn't even know. That's elite hero status in any book."

"I accept the fact that my past was necessary to set me on course to helping you and everyone in this universe, but I'm gonna carry the regret of losing them for the rest of my life. Ya know I just really....miss them. And I wish I would've let them know in person what they meant to me instead of always bein' a selfish bastard.....acting like they were only a second thought," Logan hid his face in his palm, trying to contain his vulnerability.

"You think they didn't know, but believe me, they did. I know there had to have been plenty of ways you showed it, even if you didn't realize it. If you really were as bad as you think you were then why didn't they kick you to the curb? Why did they let you stay? It's because they loved you and they know you loved them back. Even an idiot like me is capable of seeing that," he felt Logan's body stiffen against him as he made a choking noise in an attempt to hold back his tears.

Wade tightened his embrace around him as he slowly rubbed his back.

"I really meant it when I said you were the best Wolverine. I'll never be able to fully express how grateful I am for what you've done, but I promise I'm going to spend the rest of my existence making sure that you know that you matter. I've got my own regrets in life too but meeting you will never be one of them. So thanks for making it easy by passing out at that bar so I could drag you along into my fucked-up life."

Logan let out a soft wheeze of a laugh, putting his own arm around Wade to squeeze his shoulder while his other hand wiped at his eyes.

"Well, mine couldn't get any worse. But you know I would've never gone with your stupid ass if I was sober. Can't believe you thought pointin' a gun at my head would actually persuade me to go with you," they released each other as Wade shrugged his shoulders at Logan's last comment.

"I mean I'd met a plethora of other Wolverines at that point, and I don't know, maybe you could have been one that didn't have a metal plate in your thick head," Wade playfully poked him in the forehead as Logan leaned away and smiled.

"I get it. Gotta be at least one version out there like that. Disappointed in what ya got?"

"Of course not, don't be crazy now. That's my department. Like I said I got the best of the best. The greatest part of it all being that you actually like me."

Logan smirked at that.

"In small doses. But bein' that it's Christmas I'll let you think otherwise," he rubbed both hands over his tired, bloodshot eyes.

"You're too good to me, Wolvie. Santa really did deliver this Christmas. What did you ask him for?"

"Don't tell me you still believe in Santa Claus at your age," Logan scoffed as he laid back down onto his pillow while Wade's eyes widened in shock and offense.

"What do you mean? He's totally real. He's actually a mutant too and one of the most powerful in existence. The man is omega level status, and he sees everything. Sees you when you're sleeping, knows when you're awake......you know the song."

"Sounds creepy."

"Well it's not. I promise you I'm not making any of this up. He's real. So just humor me and tell me what you would wish him for," Wade looked down at him expectantly as Logan thought it over for a moment.

"A good night's sleep....inner peace....Is that too much to want?" Logan sighed and shut his eyes with sleep far from finding him, "Might be too tall of an order for him to fulfill."

"I don't think so. I think that if you believe enough then he will come through in some way."

"I'm willing to try anything at this point so I'll give it a shot," the X-man nodded. His insomnia always kicked in extra hard once he would wake from a nightmare; his brain replaying the horrible scenes of his past on an endless loop.

"Any way I can help? If there's anything I'll do it, no question," Wade offered, wanting nothing more than for his friend to feel tranquil, but Logan only groaned.

"I don't think there's anything ya can do. The voices just get extra loud sometimes and I can't turn them off. So unless ya know a way to shut them up then I don't think there's any chance I'll get proper sleep."

Wade felt a little helpless as he honestly did not know what to do. They had tried many things before to try to help Logan sleep; white noise, hot tea, a relaxing bath, nothing seemed to work particularly well.

As he stared down at the shirtless man, he wracked his brain trying to get a solid idea in there. And suddenly he had one. He wasn't sure what made the idea come to his head considering the mood that Logan was in, but he just had a really strong feeling that it was going to work

"You know what, I do. I know exactly how to get your mind turned off and get you completely exhausted in the process," Wade smiled broadly as Logan seemed to perk up at that, though his eyes remained shut.

"Ya do, huh? Well enlighten me then, what is this miracle method ya speak of?"

Wade let his actions do the talking for him as he grinned and placed his hand on the other man's stomach. As his fingers began gently stroking the sensitive skin Logan was unable to stop his reactions as the giggles manifested and he begin to squirm a bit.

"Heheheh-Fuhuhuck Wade, ya serious? Your bihihig idea is to t-tickle meheehee?" Logan finally opened his eyes to look up at the merc in confusion, though he didn't try to stop him as his hands remained resting on his chest. Wade just nodded as he smiled.

"Trust me, this is a foolproof plan."

"You're a foohoohoohool. Now cuhuhut it out," he half-heartedly demanded between snorting snickers, but Wade's fingers continued lightly exploring his stomach.

"I promise you, this is going to work. We're going to fill your head so full of endorphins that you won't have room for anything else."

Seeing not much protest from Logan invited him to put his other hand onto the muscular belly while ten lithe fingers now softly teased and tickled him.

"I-I dohohohon't know-eehehehehe. Seeheeheems a bihihit of a strehehetch," he giggled, not knowing what to think about this.

Normally when Wade tickled him the attack would be brutally merciless, and Logan would be in full-blown hysterics and fighting with everything he had to get away. But this was different. It was gentle.....and borderline soothing in a weird way.

"You have any better ideas? Didn't think so. Now you just lay there and relax and let me do all the work," Wade instructed as his hands fanned out to his waist, slowly but firmly tickling up his sides.

"I'm sss-supposed to juhuhuhust sihihit here and let ya tohohohorture me?" Logan shook his head, still in disbelief that this was really happening. That he was letting it happen.

"Torture? Please. I know you love being tickled," Wade grinned, digging a little harder into his ribs and making Logan's arms clamp down tighter against his sides.

"Hahahahah-Delusional bahaahaastard," Logan chuckled and squirmed with his arms crossed over his chest, digging his heels into the bed as he tried to bear the playful groping.

He definitely didn't love being tickled, but being honest, he didn't hate it either. It was just one of the many things he'd had to get used to with being around Wade, who always seemed to glow with pride every time he managed to get a smile on Logan's face. The gleeful look that came over Wade when he had found out that Logan was ticklish was something he'd never forget.

Wade finally made it up his sides to where Logan's arms were as his hands repeatedly bumped against them, trying to get underneath to continue towards his armpits.

"C'mon, let me in. Put your arms up," he kept up with the determined nudges as Logan vigorously shook his head and laughed with a nervous edge to it.

"Wade nohohoho, I can't. I'm-ehehehehehe too ticklish thehehere."

"You gotta do it. We need to step this up a notch. You want to get some sleep, don't you?" Wade gave a smirk as Logan reluctantly nodded after a moment, "Well then open up, buddy."

Very hesitantly, Logan began to lift his arms away from his body and once there was sufficient room Wade's fingers finished crawling up until they were wiggling full bore into his sensitive armpits. Logan broke into hard laughter as he arched his back and attempted to keep his arms out of the way.

But that only lasted mere seconds and soon his arms had slammed back down onto Wade's hands, except it wasn't stopping him.

"Shihihihiiit! Aahahahahahaha!" Logan wheezed for air from how intense the sensations were, rolling around from side to side with Wade's hands tickling away under his arms, "Thihihihihis is fuhuhuckin' stuhuhuhupid!"

"No it isn't. Usually you're pretty awake when I get you and even during those times I've noticed it makes you more mellow and relaxed. With you being sleep-deprived you're already weakened so get ready for the I-told-you-so once I tickle you into a blissful slumber," Wade declared proudly, knowing it was necessary for the tickling to get more intense if his plan was going to be effective.

"We'll seeheeheeheee! Buhuhut c'mohohohon! We-We're gohohohonna wahaahaahaake Altheahahahahahah!" Logan put his hands over his mouth to try to smother his laughter, but even with his warning Wade didn't let up one millimeter.

"She's all good. I got her some nice earmuffs to sleep with so she doesn't have to deal with my snoring anymore. So I'm sorry to break this to you, but there's no one coming to save you. You're all mine, my precious little Logie," Wade loved to tease him as it always seemed to make Logan feel more helpless, which would increase the giddiness he felt even more.

His laughter accompanied by his never-far-behind snorts easily spilled out through the cracks between his fingers though it was covering up his smile, which Wade found to be unacceptable.

"Hey, it's not as fun if I can't see your face. Move your hands out of the way."

"St-Stohahahap tihihicklin' me ahahaahand I wihihihill!" Logan stubbornly proposed with the response muffled by his hands.

"Cheeky little bugger, aren'tcha?" Wade drawled with his best Australian accent, tickling more furiously under his arms as Logan leaned his head back and howled but still kept his hands in place, "Move it, or lose it, bub. And trust me, I know how to make you really lose it."

The Wolverine shook his head as eyes widened in flustered worry. He knew exactly what Wade meant by that, but he was still too hardheaded to remove his hands and could only try to appeal to his goodwill.

"Nohohohohooo Waahaade! Pleheheeheease dohohohon't!"

Wade grinned bigger as he pretended to look at an invisible watch on his wrist.

"Time's up. And I'm sorry to break this to you, but you're not going to find the word 'mercy' in 'mercenary'."

"Yehehehes I cahaahaahaan!" Logan argued while Wade squinted his eyes as he thought it over for a moment before cursing himself.

"Dammit, you're right. Well spelling was never my strong suit anyways. But I am pretty good at this...."

With that he yanked his hands out from Logan's armpits and dug them straight into his belly as Logan squealed and his own hands came flying down to try to stop him. Wade had been right though. His lack of sleep had him far too weak to be able to effectively fight the other man off.

"Aaaheeheeheehehehehee! Waahaahaahaait! Okaahaahahahay! Loohoohoook! I mohoohoohooved 'em!" Logan made a last effort and drew in his knees to try to curl up and guard his stomach, but Wade was already in prime position to not be bothered.

He was positively delighted at now being able to see his friend's infectious smile.

"Ah, one minor detail I'm afraid. I forgot to mention that even if you moved them it was still inevitable that your irresistible tummy was in my crosshairs. But don't focus on that, just keep trusting the process," Wade assured as his fingers scribbled furiously all over Wolverine's remarkably ticklish abdominals.

"I caahaahaahaan't! Baahaahahahahaha! Pleeheeheeheheease Waahaahaahaade! Lehehehet's fohohohor-forgehehehehet thihihis whole thihihihiiiing!" Logan tossed his head around as he laughed hysterically with tears appearing in his eyes while his weary body feebly thrashed in reaction from the relentless tickles.

"Just hang on a little longer, buddy. We're almost there," he gazed down at Logan's laughing face, always amused at seeing how powerless he was during these moments, "Hehe, you know I'll never ever get over how cute it is that the big, bad Wolverine is so ticklish. Coochie coochie coo, Wolvie."

"Yoohoohooou ahahare suhuhuhuch-," Logan wheezed in another harsh squeal as Wade probed into his navel,"-suhuhuhuch an ahaahaahaasshole!"

"True. But I know you wouldn't have me any other way. Now it's time to put you to sleep, you cutie patootie...."

Not that Logan would have been able to stop him if he tried, but Wade quickly leaned his face down and blew a big-breathed raspberry right into the center of his stomach. The sensation billowed out in a wave through his entire body that made Logan laugh so hard that not a sound emitted from his gaping mouth.

And then another blow came. And then another. And another. Wade was on a mission and knew his raspberry technique on Logan's unbearably ticklish stomach could always push the feral mutant over the edge into a mindless hysteria.

Which was exactly what he needed. To get out of his mind.

All Logan could focus on was the intense tickling that was unrelentingly tingling across his stomach, though his energy was completely sapped to do anything about it. He was far too exhausted from everything he'd endured that day as his body barely twitched now with each blow and the only noises that came out of him were crude gasps and the occasional desperate wheeze of a laugh.

He was too caught up in it all to notice that Wade had stopped tickling him entirely, though once he finally realized it he found that his eyes were quite content with remaining closed. His chest expanded and contracted rapidly as he tried to catch his breath, feeling his body slowly melting into the mattress in intense relaxation.

"No.....No more.....tickling....," he murmured from his lifeless form; his limbs feeling so weighted down that he couldn't even move them, though he had no desire to either way. His head felt fuzzy inside; the high feeling from laughing so much completely taking over and pushing out every other thought and feeling that had been there prior.

"You're right, honey badger. No more tickling. I think you've had just enough," Wade spoke softly in agreeance as he gently rubbed the man's chest to lull him further into his relaxed state. Logan only grunted as his head lolled over to the side, not even noticing when Wade pulled a blanket over him. Sleep was now imminent.

The last thing the X-man heard before he completely lost consciousness was Wade whispering into his ear.

"Merry Christmas, Peanut."

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Logan slowly blinked open his eyes to see the daylight coming in through the apartment windows. Though judging by the position of the sun he was very surprised to realize that it was almost mid-day.

Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth he rolled over from his stomach to sit up and almost jumped when he saw Althea sitting nearby in her over-stuffed armchair with Mary Puppins snuggled quietly asleep on her lap. The elderly woman seemed to come back to life once she was able to hear his movements.

"Awake at last. Thank fuck. Now I can finally breathe normal again," she exhaled exaggeratedly and shifted her position in her chair as the cushions squeaked and groaned in response.

"M'sorry," Logan muttered, rubbing his eyes to try to clear them fully, "But ya didn't need to put yourself out on account of me."

Mary heard his voice and woke up as she jumped down off of Althea's lap and up onto his bed, wearing an obnoxious looking Christmas sweater that Wade had undoubtedly put on her.

"Wade told me he would make my life even more miserable than he already has if I woke you up. That insufferable motherfucker has got me by the balls," she stood up out of her chair to stretch before beginning to hobble across the room to the kitchen.

"Well I appreciate it anyhow," Logan smirked at the blind woman's colorful use of vocabulary while he pet and scratched behind the small dog's ears with her cumbersome tongue flapping at his hands, "Who's a good girl? Yeah, you're pretty fuckin' cute, aren't ya?"

He leaned down to nuzzle the top of her head, chucking faintly as she happily licked at the side of his face.

"Came to see your favorite person, huh. Ya like me much better than your idiot papa Wade, don't you?"

"Well well well..."

Logan jumped, and pulled Mary close with a protective arm around her as his claws sprang out on his other hand, turning towards the voice. With a Santa cap on his head, Wade smirked as he placed a finger on the tip of one of the claws and gently pushed it away.

"I knew you liked her more than you pretended."

Logan let out his held breath and immediately retracted his claws.

"Fuck Wade, ya gotta stop sneaking up on me. It's not good for your health," he shook his head as he placed Puppins off to his side and onto the floor where she scampered off into the kitchen towards the smell of food.

"I like to live on the wild side. Keeps me young. Besides I know you'll learn to relax one day and realize that you're safe here. Little by little we're gonna get you there."

"Yeah, I know. Sorry, it's just programmed into me," Logan rubbed a hand over his face, wiping away the remnants of Mary's enthusiastic kisses.

"Don't be sorry. Like I said, we'll get you there. But enough about that, allow me to be the first to say....," Wade jumped onto the bed and wrapped Logan in an inescapable hug, planting a big kiss on the top of his head, "Mwwwaah! Merry Christmas, baby!"

Logan couldn't help but laugh as he passively fought to push Wade away from him.

"Ya moron! Get offa me!" He finally succeeded when Wade let go on his own will.

"Oh, you know you love me. C'mon Mr. Scrooge, I'm just trying to spread the Christmas spirit here," Wade poked his ribs a few times, causing Logan to squirm away with a grin.

"Take it easy, I get it. Don't worry, I think I've got the spirit."

"You think?" Wade raised his brow line skeptically as Logan shrugged and looked down at his hands.

"Well, I can't say for sure. Been a long time since I've even taken notice of any holidays. But in my head....all inside of me....I feel good. Like, really good," Logan's eyes glanced back up as he smiled humbly with his response making Wade's heart melt.

"I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that. It's all I really wanted this Christmas. For you to have a peaceful frame of mind and be happy."

It was Logan's turn to feel a twinge in his heart, not used to having someone around who cared about him so much.

"Wade I seriously haven't slept that good in......fuck...years. I don't know what to say," Logan was literally speechless, not knowing how to express how thankful he was. Literally no one had done anything with his best interest in mind for as long as he could remember.

"You don't need to say anything, Logan. But I do, and that would be I told you so," Wade grinned, making Logan spit out a chuckle.

"Yeah, I guess ya did, huh? Well, I got no argument against that."

"So I don't think I'd be too far off if I were to say that it sounds like you got exactly what you wished Santa for," Wade tilted his head as Logan considered that.

It may not have been how he had expected it, but the end result was all the same. He was rested with any bad thoughts far from his mind, and above all he was happy.

"Hmph. Made a believer out of me. I guess Santa really is real."

"He sure is. And he has specifically instructed me that I am to help you get to sleep every night for the rest of your life," Wade nodded while Logan rolled his eyes and snorted.

"Yeah okay. Very funny, shithead."

"Did I stutter?" Wade asked bluntly as Logan sobered and studied his face, looking for even a hint of a bluff.

"Wade, ya can't possibly think that you're going to tickle me like that every night. That's just insane."

"Hmmm. Yeah, you're probably right," Wade seemed to be accepting reality, putting Logan at ease for the moment, "Not every night, just most nights."

"Stop it, that's not funny," Logan was trying to stay serious, but he was unable to hold back his smile. The Christmas spirit had really gotten him bad for the first time in a long time.

"And I'm totally down to help you out during the day too. In fact, you're looking a little tense right now. I think we should get you relaxed again. It is the season of giving after all."

Logan stared off against the smirking merc for a few moments before he made a move to get away, but Wade swiftly pounced and tackled him back onto the bed with fingers drilling into his sides. The Wolverine broke into spastic squirms as he hollered out in laughter, though having strength on his side this time he managed to shove his energetic roommate off of him.

He quickly tried to crawl away, but Wade was in full attack mode now, grabbing a hold of his leg and proceeding to scribble at the sole of his bare foot. Logan stumbled as he fell back down onto the bed with his deep cackles echoing around the room until his other foot kicked his assailant hard in the chest and made him let go.

In an instant, Logan found himself sprinting to safety as he ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him just as the mischievous merc was almost upon him. He quickly locked it as the doorknob jiggled aggressively from the other side before Wade calmly spoke to him through the door.

"Hey, just take your time, buddy. Whenever you're ready just come on out and we'll continue this. Consider it an extra Christmas gift. Ho ho ho!"

Logan shivered at the thought, deciding that he really did need to relax now with his nerves so jumpy. He figured a shower would help a little as he padded over on his wobblily legs and turned on the water.

As he waited for it to warm up, he turned his head to see his reflection in the large mirror hanging on the wall above the sink, walking towards it to get a better look. The first thing he noticed were that his cheeks were burnt in blush and his hair was looking more wild than usual from the tussle he'd just been in, but he saw something else.

His eyes were different than how he remembered seeing them before; completely clear, not one red vein popping out and the bags underneath them having disappeared. There was a light in them now with a glint of hopefulness showing through, and the smile he broke into at seeing this just enhanced everything.

This was a man he didn't recognize. A man that had refused to show his face in a very long time. A man that now had accepted that not all was lost, and that things were going to get better. And it was all thanks to one obnoxious loudmouth of a mutant.

It always was the one you'd least suspect that could better your life, but here he was. Happy and living in peace. And he promised that he was never going to take that for granted.

Shutting off the water he now opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the open. He noticed the other man sitting on his bed with his legs crossed and staring at his phone, though he looked up when he heard the footsteps approaching.

"Oh, there you are. Ready for round two?" He teased, deciding to let Logan have a break and having no intention of going after him again. To say he was shocked would be an understatement when Logan laid down with his torso across his lap and placed his arms behind his head.

"What's this?" Wade asked suspiciously as Logan shrugged and wiggled himself into a comfortable position.

"Think I lost a little bit of my Christmas spirit. Thought maybe you could help me with that," he smirked, and when Wade saw the blissful shine in his eyes, he now realized this wasn't some kind of trick and grinned back.

"Yes, I can see that now. It would be my pleasure. I think a few belly rubs and you'll be as right as rain," he lightly began to tickle the now quivering stomach as the feral man on his lap didn't hesitate to giggle.

"Mehehe-Merry Christmahahahas, asshole."

"Merry Christmas, Wolvie."

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