#worstlogan; logan interactions

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Of course Logan had a problem with the plan. Scott bit back a sigh, bit back any reservatiom because if he doubted himself, he'd lose the respect, and if he lost the respect, he'd lose control, and if he lost control, people died. "Stay here. I'm going to funnel them towards you and away from the civilians." Would they retreat towards Logan or would they rush Scott? Je wasn't sure, but he had lives to save and he was going to put himself between the threat and the innocents.

It took every bit of restraint Logan had not to just wipe that smug ass authoritative look right off of Scott's face. He always had a problem with authority, but when that authority was Scott, it was double the problem. The man just rubbed him the wrong way. It was bad enough he wasn't exactly a 'native' of this universe... his own Scott back home wasn't much different than this one honestly. Except for the whole being alive thing.

Still, he never liked taking orders from his Scott, so this one was already at a disadvantage.

"That's your plan? Bottleneck 'em towards the guy with the claws?" Logan asked, but... he had to admit, it was a good plan. Of course, he wasn't going to say that out loud. No way was he going to give Summers the pleasure, he was smug enough as it was.

"Fine. Just make sure you get the civilians out. I'll take care of the rest."

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@themarvelliteraryuniverse continued from here

Tony narrowed his eyes, lips a hard line. "JARVIS? How many death treats did my last tweet get?" "One thousand, three hundred and forty-two have asked you to kill yourself, and another five hundred and eight have called for, or personally promised, bodily harm." "Thanks," He gestures to Logan. "That all the infamous Wolverine has to offer or...? You wanna know who hates me? Try forty-seven percent of the planet. That narrow it down enough for you?"

"I ain't talkin' about who hates you because you're a rich douchebag." Logan scoffed with his arms crossed over his chest, rolling his shoulders and neck a little bit.

Hell, he's never been much of a fan of Tony himself. The man was an arrogant prick who knew he could back it up, and that just rubbed Logan the wrong way.

"Whoever targeted you must have some kinda personal beef. Somebody who isn't a lonely internet troll trying to make themselves feel better by insulting Tony Stark."

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"Please, please please pleeeeaaaase lemme talk to him." Wade was practically a giddy little schoolboy doing a little pee-pee dance next to Logan as they waited patiently at the door while Hank went to go fetch Charles.

"No." Logan growled at him, snapping his head to give Wade that look. That look that told him if he didn't shut the fuck up in the next two minutes he was going to get some claws to the face. "Not happening. It's bad enough you asked Hank if he'd take Milkbones as a bribe. I know it's a fucking impossible task to ask, but just let me do the talking, all right? I know Charles."

"Right. Gotcha, peanut, no talky-talk. It'll be like Origins all over again."

Logan sighed and shook his head with a roll of his eyes, and then the door is opening again. Logan's a bit shocked a the disheveled state he sees the young Charles in. It was almost heart wrenching.

Wade, on the other hand, was staring at the man's hair. "I thought you said he was bald."

"Would you shut the fuck up?" Logan snapped, looking back to Charles with an apologetic smile, holding his hands up in a gesture of peace. "We're not here to make any trouble, Charles. We need your help."

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To    say    Charles'    headspace    was    a    little    less    than    pleasant    these    days    would    be    an    understatement.    However,    if    one    had    seen    him    shy    a    year    ago,    they    would    note    that    the    man    of    today    was    miles    better    than    he    had    been    at    the    time.    Was    the    school    officially    open?    Not    at    all,    but    at    least    the    man    had    taken    to    actually    grooming    himself    although    one    could    argue    it    had    more    to    do    with    the    child    he    was    looking    after    now.    A    boy    of    two,    this    unexpected    surprise    had    come    at    a    time    when    a    new    distraction    was    needed.    It    didn't    completely    fill    the    void    left    behind,    but    it    did    keep    him    from    dwelling    on    it    every    waking    moment    of    the    day,    even    if    there    were    far    more    similarities    to    HIM    than    he    would    have    liked.

That    aside,    he    found    himself    frowning    when    Hank    called    out    to    him    through    their    mental    link.    Though    Charles'    powers    were    heavily    suppressed    these    days,    there    was    enough    juice    for    he    and    Hank    to    communicate    in    close    quarters.    They    had    guests    again    and    while    Charles    told    Hank    time    and    again    to    turn    everyone    away,    Hank    insisted    Charles    come    down.    Something    about    an    inability    to    tell    if    the    guests    were    friend    or    foes.

It    left    Charles    running    a    hand    through    messy    long    hair    as    he    forced    his    way    down    the    staircase.    Hank    was    at    the    door    with    it    wide    open    while    men    taller    than    them    both    seemingly    towered    over    them.    Charles    looked    between    the    three    men    in    confusion,    suddenly    fearful    himself.    He'd    have    felt    a    lot    better    if    he    had    the    strength    to    freeze    time    without    hurting    himself.

“…I    don't    know    who    you    are,    but    if    you    are    here    to    make    trouble,    don't.”    There    was    a    slight    waiver    in    his    voice    despite    being    the    master    of    his    home.    But    without    full    range    of    his    powers,    he    felt    vulnerable    before    men    who    had    abilities    he    knew    not.

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Logan's already loosening his grip on Wade when the man's pushing him back. "Goddammit, no dicks! In anyone's hands!" Logan snaps a sentence he never thought in his life he would be thinking, let alone uttering out loud.

"Now... Be. Fucking. Quiet." He reiterates with a growl, crouching down as he moves to the edge of the wall. Sometimes, he really doesn't mind Deadpool's banter. Hell, he'll even join in on it when the timing's right, just for the comedic effect. It's fun being the straightman, sometimes. But now's not the time, he's more worried about what this anti-mutant group is planning. He's not going to fail these mutants the way he failed his own. With that in mind, he peeks around the wall to see what they're going to be up against.

He sees a bunch of people in uniforms, militaristic private security types, and a couple of non-descript looking white moving vans. There's large, yellow barrels being loaded into one of them, and the others are already shut tight and locked.

"Shit." Logan grumbles, snapping up and straightening himself against the wall as he looks over to Wade. "Bombs. Big bombs."

Oh, pinning him to the wall now? Way to get him going, Logan! He's certainly not doing himself any favors in getting Wade to shut up, it's just way too easy!

He's lucky Wade doesn't try to bite through his mask and into Wade's palm, instead there's muffled sounds as if he's still trying to talk when in reality, it's all jibberish.

His other wrist is free so he pushes it against Wolverine to shove him off, as much as he enjoys the idea of Wolverine shoving him against the wall and maybe, just maybe, having his way with him - that can be revisited later.

"Alright, alright. Fuck, you're no fun." Deadpool complains with a heavy exaggerated sigh. "C'mon, we're not going to find it just standing around with our dicks in our hands." As if it's Wolverine's fault that they'd been slowed down momentarily.

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The fact that Wade knows exactly how to move with him feels so damn good for some reason, Logan doesn't really know why. It's like they're dancing some twisted, violent, sex filled dance with improvised choreography. But they're moving together in perfect rhythm and sync.

"You wanted to feel my bite," Logan growls against Wade's skin, biting into the flesh in the crook of his neck, definitely drawing blood. The scent of it hits Logan's nose and drives him on to thrust harder. He's not in a position to really get at Wade with his claws, but he's far from done with the merc and there's still time for more of that later.

However, it seems that Wade's not done with the stabbing yet, and Logan isn't going to complain. It's not something he'd ever done before, it had never even crossed his mind, but he fucking liked it.

So when that blade came down into his shoulder, Wolverine groaned and growled into Deadpool's neck, biting down harder and thrusting again harder and tightening his grip on the mercenary. He could feel the edge of the blade scrape against his adamantine bones and the sensation sent pleasant fire along all his nerves.

"Fuck yes, babe, stab me again."

As soon as he's lifted, he gets the hint and wraps his legs around Logan's waist, crossing ankles and chuckling as Logan moves him around like a ragdoll. Oh, he does love being manhandled.

That chuckle soon turns into a groan of both pleasure and pain - fuck, it feels like he's being split in two. "Fuck! Just, ngh, going in dry, huh?" Not that Wade's complaining, they've already established he's a freak.

Arms wrap around shoulders, nails digging harshly into flesh. He may not be able to use claws like Wolverine can but his nails can do enough damage of his own, scratching wounds into one shoulder.

He's still got the knife in one hand and he's curious to see how Logan reacts to being stabbed while inside of him. Head tilts back against the wall, offering his neck and collarbone to Logan with a low groan that borders on a growl of his own.

The knife in his hand goes directly into shoulder blade with a single rough thrust, his own hips rocking down to try and get Wolverine to move further, faster, harder.

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Logan's whole body is humming, his nerves feeling electrified and awakened in ways he hasn't felt in a long ass time. The pain as the blade is twisted and yanked out is oddly satisfying, as is the feeling of the wound stitching back up, the tingle of his body's natural endorphins rushing to aid in the healing.

His eyes open in time to lock with Wade's as the mercenary's hand is wrapping around his cock. The teasing strokes and the lingering pleasure of the pain has him feeling more alive than he has in a long time. Logan grins at Wade's teasing with that challenge in his tone.

"You want me to show you my bite?" Logan's words came out in a playfully lusty growl, matching his feral grin and wild desire in his eyes. He let's his eyes wander over Wade with his half-torn suit, and he brings one of his claws out to slice through the piece of fabric above Wade's hip, the rest of his shredded suit falling away to expose him fully.

He then uses the advantage of his strength to lift Wade up by his thighs and push him against the wall, making it easy for the mercenary to wrap his legs around Wolverine's waist. A little more rough maneuvering and he's pressing the head of his cock against Wade's hole, holding him up tightly against the wall so he can push in as deep as he can.

His mouth, meanwhile, has latched onto Wade's collarbone, biting and sucking roughly at his flesh, leaving as man marks as he can because he knows they're going to fade all too soon.

The blade is grabbed and twisted before being yanked out of Wolverine's thigh. He leans forward, dragging his tongue along the still bleeding nick on Wolverine's neck.

He tastes wonderful.

It's no wonder they've ended up like this when they seem to enjoy the same things. Anyone else, they have to be careful with but two men who can't die? It's an entirely different ball game. They're able to do whatever the fuck they want to do and not be worried about dying.

The hand not currently holding the blade slides down Wolverine's chest, down down down, until he gets exactly where he's going. Fingers curl around his cock to give him a couple of long teasing strokes.

His eyes are locked onto Wolverine's, as if silently challenging him 'what's next?'. He could stab into Wolverine again but it's his move now. "Guess we're both a special kind of fucked up, then." Which they both seem more than okay with. "C'mon, baby, don't tell me a itty bitty stab wound slowed you down. Where's your bite?"

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Logan just gives an amused laugh about the shipper comment. It's still something he's learning about, but he's starting to understand it, and weirdly enough, the longer he hangs around Deadpool, the more he understands the way he sees the world. The way the world works for him.

He is a little surprised, though, when Wade leans in to kiss gently along his jawline, but there's a pleasant little hum as he closes his eyes to just enjoy it.

When Wade talks about getting too carried away, though, Logan opens his eyes to look at the gash on the other man's thigh. It is pretty deep and still bleeding, but he knows in the end Wade's going to be just fine.

Still, doesn't mean he can't make it more comfortable for the both of them. "Then you don't have to walk." Gently, Logan moves himself out from under Wade just enough so that he can crouch and deadlift the merc up into his arms, careful not to move him in such a way that would reopen any of his wounds too much.

He might have his own healing factor, but Logan still doesn't want Wade bleeding out everywhere. Once he's got him up into his arms, he looks at Wade, a gentle concern etching his features.

"You good?" He asks before carrying the other man towards his bedroom, laying him down on the black cotton sheets, not really caring if they get a bit bloody. He can always wash 'em anyways.

He's crawling into bed next to Wade, then, wrapping an arm under him and pulling him close again. "After that leg heals up we should probably shower." He says with a chuckle, still processing whatever this is they've got going between them now.

It's been too long since Logan had anything close to any sort of relationship, but he's never been much of the 'hit it then split' kind of guy with any of his partners. It's just not something he can do. When he gets attached to someone like that, it's a bond that's hard for him to break, which is probably why he doesn't do one night stands. It's probably why he's forced himself to be so lonely, 'cause no one can put up with his crap long enough to stay for more than a week or two.

"Just shut the fuck up and let me be good to you, huh?" Logan's words were stern but somehow gentle, a little playful too while he let his hand rub up and down Wade's arm idly. He looks around the apartment that he'd just moved in to a few days before, the one Wade found for him when he was settling into this universe. Their blood mixed together in splatters and pools on the wall and floors.

There goes the security deposit. Oh well, worth it.

"Besides, you helped save... literally everything in this universe, including yours truly. You deserve some good." Another kiss is placed to the top of Wade's head. "We both do."

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Oh, Logan would like nothing more than to punch that smug ass face under that somehow smug ass mask. How the hell did he even do that shit, anyways? Instead of just punching him, however, Logan grips the mouthy mercenary's wrist tightly with one hand and firmly puts his hands over Wade's mouth. He then proceeds to back him up into the wall they're hiding behind and slam him only gently enough to not make too much noise.

"If you don't keep that hole in your face shut for five fucking minutes, I swear to God I am going to sew it shut. And neither of us want that to happen again." He growled more than whispered. They were currently tracking a lead on an underground anti-mutant cell. Logan had originally wanted to go it alone, but it seems like Wade was going to be attached to him at the hip for the foreseeable future.

Which wasn't entirely terrible, Logan did need a guide to navigate the universe he was now an 'anchor' of, after all. And he was tolerable... mostly. Logan just wished sometimes the other man would shut the fuck up. The exposition was exhausting.

@babyknifexworstlogan sent “i told you to be quiet.” - Logan to Wade

"Oooo" Deadpool begins dramatically, effectivly swooning at Logan, "Bossy, I like it." Quiet? Impossible for someone like Deadpool, he's always running his mouth. Logan should know this by now! They don't call him the Merc with the Mouth for nothing.

"What's next? You going to gag me? You kinky bitch." He's just asking to be hit at this point but there's some sick part of him that thrives on it - go figure. Wow, he really is fucked up.

Oh well! It makes for great writing.