|Fic! Movieverse, Wade/Logan, NC-17
||[May. 7th, 2009|03:13 pm]
Cable x Deadpool
I know, it's apalling. I'm a Cable/Deadpool fan on a Cable/Deadpool comm and all I can write is Deadpool/other people.
Pairing: Wade/Logan, Wade/other
A/N: I have no idea when the movie is supposed to be set, so I just went with how old I think Deadpool is and made the war they were in Vietnam. On reflection, I realise that this is probably wrong, but what the hell. I guess it could also be WWII. Unbeta-ed, don't sue.
Wade’s wasn’t the best-kept of secrets.
Most times, when the boys got leave they went drinking. Asides from the real intrepid missions into some hole in rural Africa, they stopped in big towns, cities, or the military bases where the regular soldiers had tried their best to bring a little of old America to work. And most times, they tried to get laid. The guys generally weren’t shy of paying for it, and God knew what Stryker got up to, but generally this meant going to a bar and chatting up the local girls, or the girls in the military hospital, secretaries and that, at a military base. And maybe half the time, Wade came too.
He wasn’t bad at it actually. The guy could be pretty annoying, but with his smooth, cute little features and his fast tongue, Wade was something of a hit with the ladies. Add that to the fact that not everyone went for Logan’s awkward brand of rustic charm, and Victor, Dukes, Bradley and Zero were mostly the wrong side of creepy, Wade and Wraith were probably the equal highest scorers of the group.
The other half the time, they got let loose and Wade was gone before you realised you could hear yourself think. And nobody said anything, but everybody knew where he went.
Maybe half the time – but not the same half the time – Logan got bored of all the shameless angling for tits and went walking. Just walking into the night. And sometimes he saw Wade.
Rumours got around, but rumours were rumours. It was still a shock when he first caught a familiar scent and glimpsed down an alley – Wade, with some guy’s hand in his pants. Wade on his knees, using that infamous mouth of his for a purpose that had never even occurred to Logan. One time; leaning against the wall, his legs wrapped round this guy’s waist as he writhed in time with the rhythmic thrust of the other man’s hips.
Logan didn’t just glimpse that time. He watched. Saw the way Wade’s eyes closed as the guy moved against – shit, no, inside him. The way the mouth never stopped going, mouthing yes, more, harder, even as he didn’t have the breath to speak. The way the guy sped up at his pleading, nailing him into the wall, the way Wade tensed and his whole body shuddered and –
Logan walked away quickly after that, ignoring the ache in his pants and the shallowness of his breath. Surprise, that was it. Disgust. Not fascination. Not –
He snapped this one time they were in Los Angeles, shaking down this gang leader for some information or other. Logan had learned by now that in cities in the US, Wade went to different bars, often with hidden entrances. Saw him once, getting out fast at the sound of sirens.
He watched where Wade entered, and went for a walk, deliberately not thinking about what he was maybe gonna do. He got back to the same spot about half an hour later, and went in.
At first glance, Logan couldn’t see what was different about the place. Bar, yes. Drinks, yes. Music, yes. People’s dancing maybe a little more risqué than usual, but Logan was always noticing that and he figured it was his age. No girls. That was it. There were literally no girls in the entire place, not that the guys seemed to mind, because they were, like Wade, here to hook up with each other.
He spotted Wade first, in a corner necking with an insufferably pretty blonde guy. The guy was groping him, letting Wade buck into his fingers, and Logan felt heat rising in his neck. He definitely… curiosity had to be satisfied. Suddenly Wade saw him, his eyes round and wide as he looked up from the guy he’d been ‘dancing’ with. Wilson excused himself hurriedly, and rushed over to retrieve his jacket, pointedly not glancing back at his colleague. Feeling not a little predatory, Logan did a casual jaunt over to the cloakroom himself.
Both Wade’s hands were on the table as he waited for his things, tension in every line of his sinewy body. He put the jacket on, patting the pocket as he did so, and then, finally, met Logan’s eyes again. There was fear in them, definitely, but more than that, a sad resignation, tipped with fight-or-flight.
Wade thought Logan was here to kill him, he realised belatedly. He thought the old-fashioned guy couldn’t stand the thought of a deviant watching his back.
“How long?” Wade broke his uncharacteristic silence, his words clipped.
“We’ve known for years, Wade.”
He swallowed. “Then why?”
Logan ignored the question. “Where do you go when you hook up with a guy?”
“Back to the guy’s place. Or –“ he coughed.”
“If the guy has a wife or something, just an alley or something. Somewhere hidden.”
“Where would you go from here?”
Wade’s hand jumped to his pocket. “Look, fight me if you want, leave these guys out of it. You never have to see them again.”
Logan narrowed his eyes just to see the Wade flinch, then grabbed his shoulder. He felt he muzzle of a gun pressing into his ribs, and it occurred to him to use a chat-up line Wraith had told him was almost always guaranteed to fail. “Put it away,” he growled. “You’ve scored.”
Wade led him to a pitch-dark abandoned back street. Before he had time to open his mouth, Logan grabbed both shoulders and threw himself in at the deep end by lunging his face at him. Wade picked up and corrected into a kiss; the man kisses like he fights, style, finesse and accuracy and lots of tongue. He can feel Wade’s hard-on against his hip and is surprised to find it turns him on, makes him want to grind and thrust, so he does, grabbing Wilson’s toned behind and making him moan “Too hot,” Wade gasps, and tears himself out of the embrace to dump the coat and his favourite red vest on the ground. Logan’s shirt is open anyway, and he takes the pause as time to walk Wilson into the wall. Wade accepts this for about a minute before reversing their positions, giving him a cheeky grin before, incredibly, dropping to his knees.
Logan’s bucking his hips, gasping, as he slides into Wade’s mouth. He hasn’t had this since the time Victor persuaded him to go halves on a hooker, and she wasn’t this good at deep-throating. He runs his hands over Wade’s head, but there’s nothing in his short hair to grab hold of, so he settles for bunching his fists and panting. Wade swallows around him and his hips jerk forward; this doesn’t seem to faze him so he does it again. He’s never been with anyone he wasn’t afraid of hurting. Never been able to let loose like this, like he wants to – “Oh –“ he’s got an image now, an image of Wade in that alley only this time it’s Logan pounding into him like he’s gonna make a dent in the wall.
He grabs at his head. “Nnn, Wade - stop.” Hauls him to his feet.
Wade grins. “Bout time you figured out what you wanted.”
“I want a gag.” But he’s smiling when he says it. Sweeps Wade off his feet so fast his head makes a dull thud when the back of it hits the wall. Pulls his combats off, hearing Wade’s gasp as the cold air hits his erection. Lunges forward, and again it’s Wade doing the acrobatics until his legs are crossed around Logan’s waist and his entrance is just resting against the tip of Logan’s cock.
Logan grins, rears back, clamps a hand over Wade’s mouth and thrusts.
“Mmph!” Wade’s eyes are rolled back and his hips leap forward. Beautiful muffled sound. So Logan keeps his hand there and does it again. And again. And again.
They hit a rhythm, hard and dirty, slow, and Wade manages to get his lips around Logan’s fingers and suck. The only sound is Logan’s dull grunts, Wade’s sharp breaths through his nose and the slide of skin on skin. Logan finally hits a place that makes Wade shudder so much he nearly drops him, and has to rest both his hands on his back to support him, leaving the mouth free.
“Oh God do that again mm,” he says, grammar having obviously abandoned him.
Logan obliges, setting loose from Wade a stream of pants and gasps and half-words; he thinks he hears ‘faster’, so he speeds up and the sounds break into whines and gasps and almost-screams. His head is buried in Wade’s shoulder, sucking, biting, tasting blood. He sucks the abused skin, his thrusts almost violent now and feels every muscle of Wade’s tighten around him, keeps rocking into that almost unbearably tight body until he comes too, teeth in Wade’s neck and nails digging into his back.
He opens his eyes to meet Wade’s eyes, dull, thick with sex, as the Mouth mutely gasps in air to fill his heaving chest. It’s only then that he realises his claws have released, and he retracts them apologetically, lowering Wade to the ground.
The other man sinks to the floor, still catching his breath but now grinning like the cat that got the cream. Logan distractedly does his pants up, and when they’re both presentable, they walk back to the base side-by-side in comfortable, exhausted silence.
The guys are outside playing cards, obviously not having had much luck with any other exploits. Wade walks forwards to join them and Logan passes him his vest.
There’s a question in Wade’s eyes, and Logan answers it by placing a hand on his back as he walks past, running his fingers over the raised, red, distinctly two-sets-of-three claw marks on his back.
He catches a note of something – hurt? - in Wade’s eyes as he pulls the vest on, then turns away to join the game.