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Deadpool & Wolverine: Knights of Kansas City

Scene/vignette 2

mid-march 2027, Kansas city Earth-10005

Malfeasance and Fraud Mitigation LLC

Logan walked into the shared office of the condo. It was the room just behind Altheas' room. Peter had emailed him several job prospects he needed to go over. The office was split in two, not the way the old bedroom was, but merely clearly demarcated by decor. On one side was Logans desk fairly neat and minimalistic. Laptop, ash tray, humador, and a silver framed picture... meanwhile, on the other side of the room is a desk littered with funco pops, tchotchkes, and assorted crap. Mounted behind it on the wall Wade's favorite guns, the home arsenal, as well as two crossed adamantium katanas. His golden girls. Behind Logans desk framed was a mask and yellow pants.

He'd officially retired that suit what was left of it anyway. Though he smiled wickedly to himself thinking about the last time he wore that mask, that was a good nigh. He was no longer an X-men and finally free of the guilt that kept that suit on him. He'd fulfilled his penance and was able to take it off. Logan wasn't sentimental but wade was right when he told him he should keep it. It was an important part of who he was and the only thing he had from his universe.

He may not be an official X-man but he would drop everything and answer the call of the X-men or mutant kind if they needed him. Not that he wasn't interested in being an Asset to the X organization... the problem is his partner, Wade didn't play well with the kind of business the X-men delt in. He told this universe's scott to not hesitate to call. It tore him up to even speak to him though... he looked just like his scott, the one he let down. He didn't linger on that thought. It's unhealthy.

He told them that he and his partner, his husband, had to forge their own path and paraphrase himself. What we do best isn't very nice. 

Wade and himself had worked their way up from digging for freelance jobs on the dark web to now having clients seek them out. They worked hard, saved, and brought their family who were interested with them into their success.

Malfeasance and fraud mitigation was the name on the paperwork For logan and wade's company "the Family business". As far as the IRS was concerned They were private investigation firm. With a focus on fraud. Obviously. Logan knew the joke and so did thier clients that had half a brain. MFM stood for Mercs for Money.

They did investigations, and Logan legitimately could do detective work. But their bread and butter their raison d'être was being two of the best hitmen, mercenaries, and assassins... the most dangerous and, when necessary, discreet hired guns (and claws) on the market.

The official paperwork stated the company had 4 full-time employees 

Partner and Lead investigator Lawrence Donald Patch aka Logan Howlett 

Partner co investigator & chief of security David Body Aka Wade Wilson 

Associate Head administrative assistant Peter Wisdom... Peter didn't quite get the whole alias thing. But it was ok for his position he had plausible deniability, should it go tits up, and would get in the least amount of trouble.

Associate chief intelligence analysis and accountant Alpharetta Noble aka Althea Winifred Sanderson aka Blind Al

The business probably wouldn't work without Althea, as she had done in the past she was in charge of financials. She was an artist when it came to money laundering.

She shifted payments between a baffling number of shell corporations and actual front business. By the time the money hit everyones accounts, it was clean and, most importantly, taxes paid, and they never cut corners on paying taxes. As long as Uncle Sam got his fair cut, they never had any issues.

Peter was the front facing member of the company. Perfect for him because he had a Midwestern dad (who was secretly a freak) charm about him that people found disarming. He fielded clients, made appointments, reservations and travel arrangements. All things he could have done in new york remotely. But he followed them out to the Heartland. He'd already bought a chiefs shirt and a BBQ smoker and was working on his brisket technique.

Peter lives at the safe house north of the river in the suburb of Liberty. 

A fixer upper they got for a bargain.

(The word fixer upper being a word that excited Wade. Seriously, he was addicted to that show)

However the house being in need of a massive renovation worked because they needed to build and hide a reinforced concrete arsenal room with foot and a half thick walls. Wade did look cute in those hot pink slutty short shorts and a hard hat as he slung a sledgehammer. He insisted on participating in "demo day"

Logan agreed to all this despite the 400k total price tag because it wasn't safe to keep some of Wade's more exotic toys. The big boy booms at the condo.

it was one thing to endanger themselves but quite another to to accidentally blow up the top four floors of One Park Place. He was also happy that Wade had learned his lesson about impulse buying houses... Logan blamed HGTV %100 at this point. But call it being neighborly to spend the money to keep the neighbors safe from catastrophic explosions... unless it was Meranda Van Hammet Logan wouldn't mind her getting blown up... just a little.

Logan, was sitting at the desk, smoking a cigar. A Fuente Fuente Opus X Lost City. Wade had turned him on to the brand year's ago. He always kept some of those, Oliva Serie V Melanio Maduro, and some Buffalo trace cigars in the humador on his desk.

He'd run through the jobs Peter had sent him. He settled on a mob hit. Client wanted it to look clean and like an accident, contracting it out to MFM to put as much distance between them and the hit as possible so any blowback didn't come back on them.

Intel said the target was a social drinker, had his favorite haunts. It'd be easy for Logan to instigate a fight, and perhaps that fight goes wrong... accidents happen. Logan would have to spend a few days in eastern Europe doing a little recon, making sure he was the right guy and finishing the job. It was straight forward enough that it was a solo job, Wade could stay home.

They had rules about backup and making sure one could extract the other from hostal situation should things go fucking sideways.

Also, sometimes it was just nice to have company on a mission, especially when that company could help with "stress relief."

After taxes, paying into the shared account, and paying out Al and Peter their cut for services rendered, it'd be a one hundred thousand dollar payout. Well worth the trouble.

He was about to message Wade with the details and Inform Peter that he needed to make arrangements. when Althea walk in the office.

*smells cigar smoke* Logan, do you mind if I sit in the office with you.

Not at all, Althea. She walked in with a comically large bong and headed for one of the club chairs that was against the wall centered in the room. They were flanking one of those globes that was a bar when you opened it up. She loaded it up and took a heroic hit that'd impress snoop dog.

Althea was never a pest when Logan was in the office with her. Wade on the other hand is why they had machine washable rugs on top of sealed grey granite floors... easy clean up for when Logan inevitably stabed him. More importantly this was the only room you could smoke in, in the house.

There was no balcony, or fire escape like the old place and of course there was no smoking in the common Hall ways. Within the the condo proper according to the bylaws they could remodel the house in any way they pleased. They'd went through the process of making this room in to an office with an advanced, whisper quiet vent and filter system.

You couldn't hot box that room if you filled it with 20 stoners and an unlimited supply. The instalation of said system was held up by the HOA for days. In order to vent it properly, they had to run it through the roof, interfering with literally no one. But because that was common property, it passed through it required approval.

Maranda made sure to slow walk and roadblock approval for the project. She went out of her way to make trouble for them any time she could. Can't have the Queers on the penthouse level having it too easy. She was a fucking menace. Wade finally bribed the board president to just fucking ram it through. Money talks and Marandas bullshit walked that day.

Fuck Maranda! was a common refrain around the house.

Logan finished his message to Wade and stubbed his cigar. Althea, I've got a job. I'm going to take the dogs for a walk and head for the downtown (Wheeler) airport, (no time to fuck around with a commercial flight out of KCI). Peter should have chartered a flight for me by then. Would you feed the dog, I'm not sure when Wade will make it back tonight.

Althea agreed, Logan left, and he and the dog headed to the adjacent park. The building was connected to Penn Valley Park as well as Liberty Memorial. the national world war one memorial and museum. It was actually quite the walk to get to the memorial... but not if you were an ex-New Yorker who walked everywhere and a dog that had surprising amounts of energy for her size. He'd wanted to go with Wade to see the museum at some point in the future.

He was trying to exercise some of his deamons. That was one of them. He was in the trenches at the Second Battle of Ypres. He witnessed good honorable men fed in to the meat grinder. Knee deep in mud and shit. The worst day was 24 April, 1915 when 3,058 casualties were suffered during infantry attacks, artillery bombardments and gas discharges. One hundred and eleven years later he could still smell it, even the Wolverine could only stand up against an entire army for so long at a time.

He choked on gas, his lungs bled he was blown up and shot multiple times without the benefits of adamantium coated bones. You couldn't keep him down but with enough force you could pause him while he recovered.

He'd hoped confronting some of his darkest day's with Wade, that Wade would gain some insight into him, and he could let some of it go. Walking Marry Puppens around the memorial he did realize he'd come to like the city. Significantly more trees, parks and open spaces. This brought him comfort.

He didn't actually like big cities like New York. He was there in the first place out of circumstance... it's where Wade brought him. But also New York was where the action was. He didn't miss it. the only thing he missed were the people that hadn't or couldn't make the move with them. He and Wade had actually planned on footing the bill to get them all out there for the fourth of July. Apparently, their house had an excellent view of the fireworks display put on by the memorial every year.

It'd be nice. Unlike what he was getting ready to fly out of town to do for money.

*** Bonus the Silver framed picture***

One of the few things to adorne Logans desk is a photo of his and Wade's reception.

Logan dosn't know who put it in his head. Perhaps himself. But a month or two following that spontaneous new years eve wedding Wade got it in his head they needed to have a real reception. He wanted pictures... he wanted Logan in a tuxedo. He didn't begrudge wade this request. Having memories of them with thier friends and family. Pictures... some day that'd be all that was left. Memories.

Logan looked at the picture on his desk remembering that night.

Logan was wearing a white Tuxido, cut a little tight on the hips, it was a rental but he looked nice regardless 

Wade picked the Song for the first dance. It was a surprise... everyone had specific instructions to make sure Logans was facing the wall until the appropriate time.

so was what happened next the DJ cued in some intro music... "These Dreams" by Heart. Logan was allowed to turn around 

Wade walking in from across the room... was Wade in a Scarlett Talbot Runhof Metallic Ruched Off-The-Shoulder Tulle Cape Gown and wearing his mask. Walking just fast enough that the cape fluttered behind him. 

Logan laughed the hardest he had in decades. Wade finally got up to him. "You don't like it penut?" No, I love it. You look beautiful he said, wiping tears from his eye. I was just surprised. Wade blushed under the mask.

Ready to dance, big guy? 

Wade prone to "interesting" tast in music Picked Katy perry's Teenage Dream.

He's certain everyone else thought it was silly. But Logan actually listened to the lyrics and caught the subtle message this clever Red Devil was sending him.

🎵You think I'm pretty without any makeup on

🎵You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong🎵

🎵Before you met me I was alright, but things were kinda heavy You brought me to life🎵

🎵I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece

I'm complete🎵

🎵You and I, will be young forever🎵

Clever Red, very clever 

Frozen in time is that moment, Wade's cape fluttering around them as Logan danced with his "controversially younger husband." Wade had been on a kick referring to himself as such that month.

It was one of the many happy moments he'd been acquiring to shut out the dark ones.

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scene/vignette 1

Go West, Young Man

June 2027 Kansas city Missouri Earth-10005 

The song "Proud" by Heather Small plays

We open up our scene media rez, near the corner of Westport road and Broadway 

Deadpool in full red and black is marching in a parade, he's playing color guard holding a magenta, yellow and cyan flag. Only a few feet away Wolverine is in a new  yellow and brown uniform reminiscent of the John Byrne design but with more yellow Holding a pink, purple and blue flag. 

And I bet you're just dying to know how we got here.

Rewind back to March 2027

~on the 18th floor of One Park Place~

Moving men are dropping boxes off as Logan and Wade walk in, holding the more fragile cargo the good China and and several pounds of C4 explosive. Don't worry Logan had the box of detonators.

Wade had said it was only really a problem if they came together. It'd been in the coat closet at the old place for years. They really needed a better place to store stuff like this... Logan was taken aback by the expansive living room. Beautiful isn't it penut, and a fraction of the cost of anything this big in New York. They set their boxes on the marble counter of the open concept kitchen, "eat your heart out chip and jo-jo." they walked to the floor to sealing windows that overlooked downtown Kansas city.  You know Taylor Swift has a house in this city. She's with that cute football guy. 

"I prefer hockey," Logan said matter of factly

Wade looks out the window; It looks nice, and in the last 30+ years, it hasn't been the target of an alien invasion, kiju fight, or Giant universe destroying mcguffen. It's shockingly safe here, almost like it's an overlooked part of the country in pop culture.

Can we really afford this bub?

Penut we've been saving for almost two years, after that little hit job in Madripoor alone we had more than enough to cover it... they were paid handsomely to off the head of one of the local cartels. What resulted was an internal power vacuum that resulted in a 3 faction civil war significantly reducing their market share.

The rival gang that paid them added a hefty bonus for making it so easy to muscle in on their territory. We got a steal (literally, there may have been a little light gun play to talk the original owners down from 2 million) 1.5 million for a four bedroom 4.5 bath fuck ton sq foot mansion in the sky.

Logan knew that was easily 10.4 million in the shit part of NY. HAO fees are cheaper than we were paying in rent. Honeybadger.

Logan was still a little pissed that Wade had bought a condo with their money... mostly because Wade didn't talk to him about it. One night, they were having dinner with Laura she said she was transferring to UMKC. The closest thing they had to a discussion was Logan mentioning he didn't like her so far away.

They'd planned on leaving the city after she graduated. The plan was to stay there to be closer to her and saving money, then buying a house somewhere, not in Connecticut. The next thing he knew a few days later Wade had closed on a condo a thousand miles away and casually announced they were moving.

The fight they had was the ugliest in a while. "I THOUGHT WE WERE PARTNERS!? REMEMBER!? IN BUSINESS AND IN LIFE" "YOU SPENT 1.5 MILLION WHITHOUT SO MUCH AS ASKING ME.

"OUR MONEY BEING THE KEY WORD BUB" he'd yelled at Wade before giving him a full force claw punch to the gut... Wade slept on the couch that night. Logan didn't care how much Marry Puppens (or his own feelings about sleeping without Wade) objected.

He could only tolerate so much impulsiveness, and that took the cake... he didn't have problems moving to the midwest, Laura had transferred to UMKC and they both wanted to be close to thier daughter, but perhaps includ him in the decision, perhaps shop around before zeroing in on some luxury high rise.

Apart from the condo, Logan suspected Wade had a hand in Laura transferring out here... cheaper tuition or not, it was just a little too convenient, and Wade is notorious for spoiling Laura. He's almost certain he's covering her tuition from his personal money. especially when it came up that she was quitting her part-time work so she could concentrate on her studies.

also, Logan remembered the Dossier labeled Bayer CropScience LP. He'd read the news paper clipping in it that that talked about the USDA Moving sections of the department to Kansas City including key research labs, there was another company named Cerner on Wade's list of targets of concern... it was Wade's personal project and not tied to their professional joint partnership MFM L.L.C. he knew the details, though.

at some point, GMO foods would be developed that were capable of canceling the X Gene. Striping those with gifts and preventing any new ones from being born. It's why the grocery bill was always through the roof and why he could never dare drink a Coke, not the kind with corn syrup anyway. His immortality was tied to this universe... regardless, his claws and sense of smell weren't tied to that. There was a chance that those could be affected. 

" Logan... penut!? Baby girl? Sweetheart!"

Logan shook his head. he was kind of just frozen there in the living room in a full reverie for a minute.

"Are you ok babe? I think you were having an exposition flashback"

It's a nice house Wade, he'd been pissed for about a week now. He had taken Vanessa advice and seen a therapist. 

He didn't get much from it other than it was ok to be mad, it was okay to be in the moment. But at some point you had to make an effort to let go. He'd let go of the little shit... the deepest darkest part of him was firmly entrenched after 200 years, that wouldn't let him go.

He'd extend the olive branch. "Wade, home is wherever you are, you're my favorite agent of chaos. We'll live here. But please promise me you won't spend a million dollars of our money without at least running it by me... Wade, who hadn't apologized yet for buying the place, looked at Logan. "I'm sorry that l impulse bought a house, if its any consolation, my spleen still hurts from that punch." Logan knew that for Wade, that was as sincere as it got. And he knew he felt bad mostly because Logan hadn't been groped since that night. Wade punished himself. Sigh... ok, bub, come here. Logan took Wade in his arms "fights done, I'm letting it go... I'm sorry about your spleen. " You're right. I was irresponsible... "shhh, we're letting it go." Wade slid his hands down the back of Logans, jeans...

Logan, in a forgiving mood, just let him have a hand full of the cake as the kids say and kissed him, he kinda missed it.

It smells like some gay shits going on in here! I assume you two animals kissed and made up finally.

"Yes Althea, we're fine, and you know technically we're not gay."

Good! I'm glad you're better. But I don't know what else to call two married men who sleep with each other. But if we're getting technical the way you two fuck is called domestic assault and battery and a violationof several sections of the Geneva convention. One of the many reasons we didn't get our deposit back is all the blood in the carpets. Please tell me my room is on the opposite side of the house as yours and please try not to bleed all over this house too.

You get your pick of rooms Al there's two on the opposite side of the house from ours.

Thank you she said as she walked towards them, holding the Dogpool MaryPuppens.

one of you two mother fuckers want to take this dog and help me to the rooms so I can pick one, if I trip over a box i'm setting something on fire! I'm already pissed off.

Do you know this fucking building isn't ADA compliant. I hope you have enough money left over for a lawyer because it took me forever to find the fucking elevator and none of the doors are marked, I had to ask a random lady for help, and none of the cocain in this fucking city is any good it's all 99% fint and I aint trying to die Wade Wilson.

"Al remember you're getting older we switched you to the devils lettuce, its legal here and better for your heart" 

Well fucking roll one up I had to use ecco location and schlep up 18 stories and I'm so mad I could spit... 

Al, Wade, I'm going to go downstairs and get more boxes (the more sensitive items they had hauled themselves, not wanting the moving company to deal with it).

"Grab the guns they should be in the box Marked sex toys" 

Logan stopped Wade!? Where are the sex toys then?... " In the box marked silverware or guns... but I can't remember" in Unison Al and Logan "For fuck sake." Logan walked out the door. 

He pulled out a cigar lit, it and walked to the elevator around the corner. He smacked right in to a lady coming the other way... Jesus ma'am I'm sorry. He helped her to her feet. 

Goodness that felt like hitting a brick wall. Have you seen an elderly African American woman? she was very distraught. 

Yes she's my friend. Family really we're just moving in, she inside the house.

Oh good, I was worried... and you are?

Logan Howlett. I just got in today for the move.

Ah yes I met Mr. Wilson earlier when he set up the moving in schedule so the freight elevator would be free. I'm Meranda Van Hammet, I'm on the HOA board I wanted to make sure you were settled in and give you the bylaws hand book. 

Bylaws? I don't think we're painting the outside of the condos, putting the trash on the curb or mowing the grass.

Very funny, Mr. Howlett, but there's other things. This is a tower after all, and we're all a little close to each other, though most have excellent soundproofing. For one thing, you need to make sure your dog uses the proper section of the lawn. it's clearly marked.... 

Okay. 

Here would you please sign this saying you received your hand book and may I ask what relation you are to Mr. Wilson

Wade!? He's my husband.

Oh! Well, all right then, thank you. Here's your book... and if you check on page six, Mr Howlett you will see it says no smoking in the common hallways. Ta ta!

Logan did not like the way she said "Oh!"

Also he could smell the revulsion she had. In the year 2027, people are still like that. Bad enough dealing with the Mutant haters, he had classic bigots that hated him based on whom he loved and made love to. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like her, and not just because she was a bigot, he knew an HOA Karen when he saw one.

He'd deal with that later. He went down grabbed the box full of handguns and continued to unpack things in to the house.

Finally all the shit was in the house after a few hours and the new furniture had arrived too.

It was an indulgence Logan had allowed out of necessity, especially since he had no intention of bringing the uncomfortable, barley functioning blood-soaked couch with them. However, Wade went a little nuts. Logan was canceling whatever app had HGTV on it that was for certain. It's not that he ordered anything bad. Quite the opposite It was well appointed and beautiful, dark mahogany and burgundy throughout.

it costs as much as a starter home in this town to furnish the whole condo. To his credit, Wade paid for half of it from his personal funds and talked to logan about it, and he picked up the other half. The truth is they actually were doing well, they could afford it... but all of it felt like showing off, a little too ostentatious, it made Logan uncomfortable. Althea was right about one thing. Any "blood sports/war crimes" the two of them got up to will probably have to be contained to the very nice shower that was big enough for the two of them with multiple showr heads in their master suite. It was too nice to ruin this place... mattresses were replaceable, though he thought as he smirked.

It was getting late, they had gotten everything unpacked that they were going to for one day. Logan had finished unloading all the pots and pans on the hanging rack. Wade was in front of the window again. it was dark outside, but downtown sparkled in the distance.

We should go to bed, bub. Wade didn't move or answer. Logan walked over to him. Are you ok, babe? I promise I'm not mad anymore. Let's go to bed.

Logan slipped amorous intent into his tone with his last sentence to sweeten the deal. Wade turned. He was clearly upset. Logan reached out and grabbed his hand.

Something.... Something is wrong with the plot. I think the story is going to get dark at some point.

Wade said stuff like this from time to time. Most people wrote it off. He'd speak to no one and make strange references. He's just crazy he heard Warhead say once. But being bound to him and close to him, Logan had caught on that occasionally he was saying something important. Something that ended up happening. He wondered if this was a latent mutant ability. Some random precognition that came and went.

He hugged Wade to comfort him. It's ok, bub. Whatever it is, we will deal with it together. He felt Wade's tensing loosen. Let's go to bed.

Ok, that sounds good... but I'll have you know I get very horny when I'm upset.

Logan chuckles... I'll see if I can't do anything about that.

Link to Scene 2

Link to scene 1

This story is a sequel to the Yaoi Saga. If you're seeing this first, I suggest you read it before starting this.

Link chain for that story here

With that out of the way.

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Kansas city Earth-10005

*soft Noir Jazz saxophone music plays in the background*

Prologue

In the Heart of the midwest sits a Moderately sized city. It has all the attributes of a big city, entertainment districts, sky scrapers, a thriving arts community and a shocking amount of fountains.

Anyone from Los Angeles or New York would scoff at it. Call it nothing more than an oversized suburb with a moderate crime rate. Kansas City (which all locals will be quick to tell you, is in fact in Missouri) was a quiet but prosperous town, rarely made the national news outside of sports. 

the Paris of the plains on it surface was the least dramatic place in the world.  But this city harbord it's secrets, 

It was home to mysterious medical engineering firm's and bio engineering agricultural research companies and corruption. the city was still haunted by the ghost of Tom Pendergrass who built the city that it is today through organized crime.

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Wade announced the move almost casually and mater of factly to the people he called family, as if it was no big deal. 

Fly over country Warhead called it. Red state bullshit hell hole Althea said. Logan was seething, Peter was unsurprisingly excited. The rest weren't sure what to say.

*bonus excerpt to tease you.*

The next morning

Wade walks to the table where Laura is sitting. Logan is in the kitchen cooking

Good morning sweetheart, hope you had a pleasant sleep last night. Yes, the guest bedroom is very comfortable.

Glad to hear he smiles at her.

Hay Babe can I get some breakfast as well? An egg comes flying across the room hitting him square in the chest... you're right Penut I really should watch my waistline. Just coffee then, please? A croissant flies just past his head.

We'll let the dog have that one.

You'd better not make anymore request dad, the cleaning lady has it hard enough.

Your father is still mad at me for irresponsibly threatening the integrity of the team. It seems like someone doesn't appreciate it when other people go lone wolf! He directed this at Logan.

Logan sets a plate in Front of Laura a full spread breakfast bacon, eggs hash browns half a grape fruit and sausages.

Kissed her cheek. Enjoy sweetheart.

Then he walked over Wade,

He slammed a mug of coffee in front of him. Here's your coffee, I pissed in it.

Jokes on you daddy I'm into that, he says as he takes a sip...

Hey there's no piss in this!

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Scenes 1-10, unfortunately 10 is the max per post so scenes 11-14 are on the next post

Scene 1

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Scene 6

Scene 7

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Scene 9

Scene 10

This story is a sequel to the Yaoi Saga. If you're seeing this first, I suggest you read it before starting this.

Link chain for that story here

With that out of the way.

Scene/ vignette 0

Kansas city Earth-10005

*soft Noir Jazz saxophone music plays in the background*

Prologue

In the Heart of the midwest sits a Moderately sized city. It has all the attributes of a big city, entertainment districts, sky scrapers, a thriving arts community and a shocking amount of fountains.

Anyone from Los Angeles or New York would scoff at it. Call it nothing more than an oversized suburb with a moderate crime rate. Kansas City (which all locals will be quick to tell you, is in fact in Missouri) was a quiet but prosperous town, rarely made the national news outside of sports. 

the Paris of the plains on it surface was the least dramatic place in the world.  But this city harbord it's secrets, 

It was home to mysterious medical engineering firm's and bio engineering agricultural research companies and corruption. the city was still haunted by the ghost of Tom Pendergrass who built the city that it is today through organized crime.

---

Wade announced the move almost casually and mater of factly to the people he called family, as if it was no big deal. 

Fly over country Warhead called it. Red state bullshit hell hole Althea said. Logan was seething, Peter was unsurprisingly excited. The rest weren't sure what to say.

*bonus excerpt to tease you.*

The next morning

Wade walks to the table where Laura is sitting. Logan is in the kitchen cooking

Good morning sweetheart, hope you had a pleasant sleep last night. Yes, the guest bedroom is very comfortable.

Glad to hear he smiles at her.

Hay Babe can I get some breakfast as well? An egg comes flying across the room hitting him square in the chest... you're right Penut I really should watch my waistline. Just coffee then, please? A croissant flies just past his head.

We'll let the dog have that one.

You'd better not make anymore request dad, the cleaning lady has it hard enough.

Your father is still mad at me for irresponsibly threatening the integrity of the team. It seems like someone doesn't appreciate it when other people go lone wolf! He directed this at Logan.

Logan sets a plate in Front of Laura a full spread breakfast bacon, eggs hash browns half a grape fruit and sausages.

Kissed her cheek. Enjoy sweetheart.

Then he walked over Wade,

He slammed a mug of coffee in front of him. Here's your coffee, I pissed in it.

Jokes on you daddy I'm into that, he says as he takes a sip...

Hey there's no piss in this!

Scene/vignette 14

Sexual content warning graphic descriptions

The cosmic horror of a love eternal.

New Years Eve 2024 Earth-10005

Logan had talked Wade in to just having some people over for the holiday and watching the ball drop on TV. Besides, even in his universe it was basically the same and he'd already done that a bunch of times. No need to fight the waves of tourists and Manhattan congestion for the chance to sit in the cold only to look up and enjoy the glory of unfettered advertising budgets, billboards certainly have come a long way since he first saw one. New Years Eve was one of the few times logan allowed himself to engage in nostalgia, it was the one time a year the indefatigable passage of time was upfront and center.

hard to believe he was a contemporary of 3 of the 7 faces on US currency. He remembers a time when oil lights and candles were more than just mood lights. He broke himself off his reverie to concentrate on the task at hand and continued to decorate. He was looking forward to this party... he'd made a decision about something important, and he looked forward to seeing all his friends and sharing it with them

It'd been a while since Vanessa had so thoroughly chewed his ass and smacked some sense into him. He and her had settled into a healthy friendship, and he was happy she was going to be able to make it to tonights party.

He and Wade had been enjoying the domestic bliss of the honeymoon phase of their relationship. With the way Wade's brain worked, he mused if it'd always be the honeymoon phase for him.

Logan had just finished putting up the last of the streamers and decorations when Wade and Al walked in reusable shopping bags full of supplies for tonights festivities. "Welcome back," Logan says as he leans in and gives Wade a quick kiss and takes some of the bags from his hands. "Oh, I like when kittys feeling frisky," Wade said as Logan made his way to the kitchen. "I'm in a good mood wade, don't spoil it with your terrible pet names. You know I hate that one. But yes, I missed you. Now, what did you get." " I got two shark-coochi trays, assorted crackers a couple of those whole roasted chickens, party popers, a couple six packs of that micro brew beer you like so much, 6 bottles of Risata a bottle of vodka for colossus as well as some Rum and Aviation Gin and different sodas (the expensive kind with real sugar, no corn syrup) to mix with and this" wade hands Logan a blue cylinder and proceeds to unpack the bags Althea had set on the counter "its a 30 year old glenfiddich had to go to long Island city to find it, but i figured you deserved something special to celebrate with tonight" Logan was genuinely touched by the gift he embraced him.

The party that ensued was as loud and wild and loud as any Golden Girls Marathon. Vanessa and Yukio sang Karaoke to 80s pop songs. Laura hung out with Warhead so she could brood in the corner. Shatterstar and Wade danced on top of the dining table. Buck, Althea, and Dopender did rails of cocain off the kitchen counter, and Colossus got absolutely shit faced. It would be a group effort later to load him into the back seat of the ride share.

Peter was telling logan about his fantasy football team and asking his opinion on crypto currency. Logan wasn't stupid, but the blockchain and data mining weren't his forté. The subject thankfully changed to MMA fighters and wrestling. Logan told Peter that in the 1800s in Canada before the US Civil War, he was actually a bare knuckle boxer. There were no pads, mouth guards, or tapping out. You beat the shit out of each other until one of you finally got knocked out. Peter was in aww of this revelation, Wade and Logan were officially the two coolest people he knew. They then talked about the sports betting app he downloaded. Everyone generally having a good time, the nights festivities was getting closer to its crescendo. Midnight was fast approaching. The bottles of Risata were opened, and glasses were poured. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Logan plants a kiss right on Wade as auld lang syne played.

After the cheering calmed down and the party popers were popped, Logan took the opportunity. He had an announcement to make. In the spirit of impulsiveness that my "Room mate" (he said in exaggerated joking terms knowing they all got the joke) embodies, I have a question for him. Wade looks at him a little, startled but excited. Logan produced a ring. A durable tungsten carbide band inlaid with 3 colored bands. Red, yellow, and orange representing the mixing of the too.

Listen Bub, this isn't a proposal. If you accept this, it's over we're married. Right now, right here in front of your whole world.

Logan was serious about this, but also, it was practical. To protect themselves and to keep the IRS off their back, they did most things under assumed Identities and forged documents. Mercenary isn't exactly an easy or sometimes legal occupation. They couldn't just go to the county clerk and register. No paperwork, only a promise to love honor and protect each other made in front of their family.

"Oh penut, we're going to do so many vile reprehensible things together." "Yes!"

As soon as Logan slipped the ring on his hand he jumped up in to his arms and they kissed... They fell backwards because Wade knocked him off his balance, destroying the coffee table...

It was magical.

They didn't stop until Dopender made a coughing noise and said, "Get a room under his breath."

When they stood up, Vanessa presented a two-tier cake that she snuck in, in a box. she was the only one he conspired with it was a surprise for everyone else and it was as spontaneous as Logan could get he'd bought the ring and talk to Vanessa a little over a week ago, quick time-line to go for a wedding.

Cake was carved, toast were made the party continued for a few more hours

I can't believe you want to be with me forever. Bub, we're a team. Remember, we're just teamed up more officially now. Till death do us part as they say. Which I suspect is probably a good three-four hundred years for us...

Oh it will be much longer than that Yukio said overhearing their conversation.

What the shit is that supposed to mean Yukio?

A while back Hank and I took some samples and started running tests on you two. When did you get samples from me?

No offense Wade. But it's really easy to get samples of you just lying around. Especially how prone you are to being blown up.

Anyway, we'd both been working for a long time on the disruption the time ripper had created when it was partially activated.

Using the TVA handbook Wade let me borrow we reverse engineered a quantum computer capable of monitoring our universes and quantum convergence

Can you please cut back on the trekki talk and give it to us in basic terms Captain Janeway, I can barely read and he's met President Lincoln... Grant actually. we met before he was president during the Civil War I fought with his battalion. Jesus christ that was supposed to be a joke penut.

Okay... so in basic terms as I can get... when you two sabotaged the time ripper the two of you stabilized our universe by absorbing the matter antimatter reaction with each other.

The process caused a back chain reaction that caused the explosion that killed Cassandra. But it also bonded your life forces with the fabric of the universe. We're pretty sure it's because Wolverine is an anchor when this process happened. The jist is that you two will live as long as this universe lives. You're not functionally immortal. You're just immortal. You'll see the end of time.

Warhead came in with coup de grâce.

You two are the opposite of star-crossed lovers. You are literally starbound. She laughed oh Logan, Buddy I Pity you.

Starbound lovers sound romantic Honeybadger.

Wade was taking this information in stride, excited even. What he got from it is He'd be with his Wolverine forever. What's not to like? Logan however is more educated than he lets on, he knows about the implications and the heat death of the universe.

Wade, I need you to understand what this means. Logan faces him, holding both his hands. You're what 35 or 45? I honestly don't remember it depends on who's writing. ...okay. my point is I've been alive long enough that I've lost friends simply because I outlived them. It's not great, Wade, and it's worse with us now. We will almost certainly see most of our friends and family die. We will see societies rise and fall, Continents drift into new maps. Humans might evolve beyond our recognition... and at some point the sun will eplode that the only thing left will be us and a barren rock unless we can figure a way off it.

Wade was troubled by the realization that he'd most certainly see his friends pass away. Logan if we're going to see our friends pass we stand by them steadfast, they won't die alone. It will suck, I absolutely don't think I could do it on my own though... as long as you're with me... I might be able to do it.

Wade, you scare me when you're serious, lucid and making salient points. But yeah we will do it together.

*giggles* Do it. *giggles*

There's my husband, come here and kiss me bub!

Wade and Logan both did their best to put the implications of Immortality out of there heads, there was still time to party and it's bad form to be sad on your wedding night.

Logan played video games with Laura and Warhead. He was getting better at them. Peter congratulated Wade. Peter confided in him that he'd actually been dating Hunter B-15. But it was a secret. But he'd hoped they could make it official soon, just like him and Logan.

As the party wore down soon it was only just two of them, Wade cuddled up to logan on the couch and they watched reruns on tv of the nights events. fireworks bursting over all the worlds major landmarks Sidney Oprah house, Tokyo tower, Tower bridge, a castle in Latvaria, the great pyramid in Egypt, the Eiffel Tower,

And finally their own time square only a few miles away.

Logan was enjoying his second glass of the high end scotch. It was deep smooth and flavorful, he certainly wasn't going to get inebriated from it. Our Logan actually appreciated the flavors of a good scotch, he did like anyone feel the warmth as he swallowed. It just didn't last as long as it would in you and me. But it was comforting none the less. Wade was resting his head on his shoulder. It's getting late bub, I think we should hit the sack.

Wade perked up a little... About that Penut, Laura took to Al up to the Mansion for the annual X-men after party (Wade didn't mention that he'd asked Laura for this favor) I saw her packing some of her stash to go so she's probably going to be tripping the light fantastic until 10am. Vanessa took the dog for the evening (a slight revenge for her; for all the times Logan tried to set up the perfect moment) we'll have the house to ourselves until noon tops. Logan gave a slight smile, the kind of smile that could charm the panties of someone by just asking nicely. He placed his hand on Wade's thigh and asked. Ok bub, I suspect you've got some Ideas for an after party of our own, let's hear 'em.

Wade clapped his hands in quick succession. I'm so excited! Ok...

He composes himself and looks at Logan seriously.

I want you to unleash that animal inside you. I want you to gore and savage me.

I Wan't you to give me everything, don't hold back. My safe word is aardvark.

Before Logan responded, Wade produced his mask, yellow with blueish black wings from some unknown hiding space. I was hoping you could wear this as well. Logan hadn't worn that mask since the day he arrived at the apartment.

[If you would like to skip the sex scene, scroll until you see green conversly If you want to get into it, open up your favorite music app and play Mirrors By natalia kills]

He stood up from the couch and stared down at Wade scowling and giving him a look of absolute disgust Wade looked crest fallen "Or I guess we could do something else sorry"

the sound of a thundering whip snap rung out. Logan had pulled the leather belt from the loops of his pants and faster than Wade could register he had Wade's hands wrapped in the belt and restrained pinning them to the wall so hard and fast the drywall cracked.

His face inches from Wade. He asked, "Have you been a good boy?" In a low rumbling tone that sounded like gravel washed in whiskey distilled in Hell, "I have," Wade responded.

Oh, I don't think that's true. Logan used his free hand to reach down and grab his mask, maintaining intense eye contact with Wade as he slowly put it on. I think you've been a fucking nightmare for a long time bub, a spoiled little brat. As he said this he popped his claws on his free hand. Little drop of blood from the opening wound landed on Wade's face. Wade protested "But I..." SHUT THE FUCK UP WADE! FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE.

Wade shocked into silence but very obviously aroused sat there unmoving. Logan ran a claw not so gently down his shirt cutting it and exposing his chest and the slowly closing bleeding wound wound underneath. Logan leaned In licking the blood off Wade's pectoral muscle slowly moving up to the knape of his neck. Don't you dare make a fucking sound, you hear me. Wade nodded in acknowledgment as Logan swiftly and deeply bit in to the the flesh of his neck.

Waves of pleasure and pain ripped through his body while Logan bit harder drawing blood while groping Wade's growing bulge in his pants. Rivulets of blood, sweat and spit ran down Wade's chest, this wasn't the gentle bite of a vampire but the mauling of a Dire wolf. When Logan had his fill He pulled up from Wade's neck, his beard covered in gore and proceeded to kiss wade swiftly and hard, wade barely had time to process the tongue now probing the inside of his mouth tasting the iron tang of his own blood on Logans lips. He returned the passion reveling in the violence of it all when logan pulled back so he could talk.

Do you promise to be good? Wade nodded his head. Logan released his hand from the belt that had Wade's hands restrained. Wade didn't dare lower his arms as Logan sat on his lap facing him coyly un buttoning his shirt slowly removing it, making a tantalizing show of it. He tossed it to the side, then lifted up and discarded his formerly white now red under shirt with a single hand, playfully tossing it at Wade's face. Wade didn't budge an inch as this glorious masked masked man covered in a glaze of sweat and blood displayed himself. What a fucking smoke show, Wade thought to himself.

Wade took it all in. he ventured a glance down, he could see the waistband on the designer underwear wade had gotten him for christmas; red and black with the words Emporio Armani written in all caps lower still was a massive bulge fighting a battle against Logans well worn jeans, it had the zipper on the ropes.

Logan fexed every muscle in his arms and chest. Posing, peacocking, he put himself in a pose with his arms parallel in an L shape; as Wade admired his Adonis, Logan flexed harder gave his arms a little pump and *Snikt* Wade almost came from the mere visual. Ok bub, don't move.

Wade held his breath as a tornado of claws dropped on him, tearing off his and Logans clothes. It was swift, violent, and surgical. Every cut that did occur was precise and hit an erogenous zone. Wade could barely contain his pleasurd moans. They were naked apart from a few tatters, then Logan slipped Wade's hands out of the belt and placed them on his hips. Logan wrapped his arms around Wade and pulled him into a close embrace, and again deeply kissed the mouth our merc was so proud of. Allowing Wade to feel, touch, and grope the muscles he'd always so obviously lusted after. Wade could have melted into that naked lusty embrace.

If you continue to be good, daddys got something for ya. You gonna be good? Wade nodded. Logan caressed Wade's chest gently and then glided his claws from sternum to groin inches away from Wade's very erect member. He cut just deep enough to draw blood out of the scarred flesh. Just enough to hurt. it was already healing as he kissed and licked his way down the swiftly closing wound. When he got to his destination.

His prey already in his grasp he felt the animalistic need to toy with it. As he gently started stroking Wade's cock he'd give little licks on the tip, run his tongue around the base of the head. Teaseing him, he could feel Wade's muscles tensing desperately wanting to thrust. Logan using his left hand fondled and caressed his balls. Until slyly sticking his left index and four fingers in his mouth, then spitting on them to lube them up he reached under and began to explore Wade's ass while suddey and simultaneously throating Wade's entire dick to the base.

Logan had been around the block in the last 200 years, of the many skills he's masterd sucking cock was one of them. Wade convulsed with pleasure and ever the good boy spread his legs further apart to allow Logans fingers to go deeper, it didn't take long for Logan to find what he was looking for as he applied firm pressure to Wade's prostate making a come here gesture with his fingers while working his mouth up and down his shaft and deep in to the back of his throat.

The salty taste of pre-cum made his feral senses go wild, the smell of sweat and hormones made Logans hair stand on end, he could feel Wade's rhythms the way he was tensing his muscles. Wade was close.

Logan pulled his hand out, stopped blowing him and Yelled NOT YET! as he popped his claws and sunk them deeply into his thigh, he's certain he hit bone. As Logan pulled out his blades Wade's moaned "oh fuck!" at that Logan quickly got up off his knees grabbed Wade and threw him through the closed bedroom door shattering it. When wade landed he looked at Logan clearly having the time of his life "fuck that was hot" Quickly closing the gap Logan pointed at wade I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO. SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. DIP. SHIT! stepping closer with every word until wade was on the floor right in front off him looking up sheepishly. I guess we're going to have to keep you quiet the hard way. Logan then grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved his impressively thick cock in his mouth moaning Wade did his best snake impression in an attempt to unhinged his jaw to accommodate the girth of Logans dick.

Despite the sudden invasion and shock, he did his best to relax his throat and let Logan do most of the work as he had both hands on the back of Wade's head and was thrusting hard. He pushed him all the way to the base. Logan was just as furry down there as he was on his chest. Wade's nose was right in the mound of public hair, a real 70s bush. The smell, the sensation. At that moment, he felt a fraction of the reaction Logan had to the smell of sex and sweat. Then Logan started thrusting again.

the view and the tactical pleasure of running his hands up Logans thighs before resting his hands on an ass that absolutely would not quit he was intoxicated and leaning in to servicing his man at the alter of lust.

Logan looking down at Wade. I think you've had enough. He helped wade to his feet standing in front of him Logan sweetly and romantically kissed Wade leaned in and said. Hang on it's going to be a bumpy ride. As he picked up Wade one more time and tossed him on their bed a few feet way. Logan slowly strut his wat to the bed knowing that Wade was drinking in every second of it. He gently pulled Wade close to the end of the bed. Put his legs over his shoulder leans in and softly kisseing wade on the cheek, and whispered barely audibly. Are you ready, Bub? Wade nodded in the affirmative. Then Logan spit in his hand and applied the natural lube to his member and Wade's quivering asshole.

Wade was a willing, if not enthusiastic, bottom. but indeed, he's not a natural bottom. Logan, knowing this proceeded to be gentle

After getting everything in place, Logan said. Look at me, Red. I need you to breathe with me, ok. Once Wade and Logan sincronizd deep relaxing breathing. on the next deep breath, Logan slowly, carefully pushed himself in Wade. It was tight and felt like the finest silk on his shaft. Once he was all the way in he looked down at Wade. Good boy, now once you relax a little, we're going to pick up the pace, but we'll start slow at first. Logan planted another gentile reassuring kiss on Wade's lips before again whispering seductively and mischievously, I'm gonna fuck your brains out bub.

Slowly rhythmically, Logan pumped in and out. As Wade relaxed, he'd pull almost all the way out on a thrust and pushing all the way back in aiming for the prostate each time. Wade gasped as his arms shot up, and he grabbed and held on to Logans biceps.

Logan was not a selfish lover and knew technique was important he hit the spot with every thrust. Wades moaning got more audible. Logan at an even pace picked up speed until his animalistic instincts took over. soon, the only sounds filling the room was that of balls slapping on ass and the primal growling of Logan, it sounded like a lion announcing its kill to the rest of the pride. Logan had his hands on Wade's shoulders when he popped his claws again, he dug in to the mattress and rested the sharp end of the blades on Wade's shoulders so that they just bit in to his skin with every thrust. He was now going at an inhuman pace, Wade was lost in the pleasure he'd never been fucked so Intensely.

Logan pulled his claws out of the mattress with one hand, retracted his claws grabbed Wade's cock and stared stroking it,

This was more than Wade could handle. If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum. Logan just looked down at him and stroked and fucked him harder. After a minute and a half of this Wade could sware, he saw new colors. He Yelled "I'M ABOUT TO CUM!" DO IT Logan Yelled back. As his eyes rolled in the back of his head, the damn broke and waves of intense pleasure shot up and down Wade's spine as the release of the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced took over his body. Almost immediately after, Logan roared and pushed deep inside Wade. Wade could feel Logans cock throbing inside him and then his essence shooting deep inside him, hot and hard.

Logan collapsed on to Wade. Despite being heavy for his size, Wade was happy if not comforted to bear the weight of him, his sweaty weighted blanket, holding him. His Wolverine. A few minutes later, Logan asked. Is that what you had in mind... bub...

Better than I imagined, and I've got a sick imagination. Logan rolled off Wade and sat on the edge of the bed. He took off his mask and set it on the end table. He then proceeded to wipe off Wade with a towel from the clothes hamper and pull him up to the pillows, and got back in to the bed with him. Laying on their sides, he scooted in beside him. Logan threw his arms around Wade and held him tight in a bare hug for a cuddle. Logan nuzzeled into him, his beard tickling him slightly. You know I love you.

"forever right!?" Yeah. Of course forever I didn't give you that ring for nuth'n. Logan kissed his little agent chaos one more time. "You promise, for real. No matter how annoying I get, no matter how many bad jokes I tell" Logan sighed lightly... we're a team, you're my husband now.

Bub, I can't promise you won't piss me off. We both know you will. I can't promise we won't fight. "sometimes I kinda like the fighting" wade Introjects. Brat Logan chuckles under his breath as he grasps his hands and weaves his fingers between his.

What I can promise you is I'll never leave you, I'm done running away. For real this time. When the sun explodes and this earth is a cinder, I'll by your side. when I first met you in that bar in a different reality. from day one, I've wanted to be closer to you, not because of some contrived cosmic link we share, but because I was right on all counts.

You were the one. You were the Wolverine I needed. I vaguely remember you pointing a gun at me. "Oh kitty cat, you know foreplay is a little different for us" Logan hated being called kitty but let it go. He just cuddled as close as possible and hoped Wade could feel the affection he had for him radiating through his body.

"You know Al is going to be pissed about the broken door and all the blood on the couch" We'll worry about that later I'll get us a new door we will clean up the living room. But that's a problem for a few hours from now. Until then, I'm going to hold you and tell you how much I love you.

And so he did. The sun came up, and the dawn of the new year creeped over the horizon. The first of many countless years. But they always lived in the moment. Witnessing births, deaths, experiencing life's Joys raising a few children of their own. Giving Luara away at her wedding. Holidays spent with friends and family.

In time, they found others like themselves. Exceptionally long lived people, a few of those whome would also live to see the end of time. They formed a small community. Comforted each other for the friends and lovers lost and eventually heading out into the stars. Billions of years later, they were there. Logan and Wade hand in hand at the end of the universe, waiting hoping, curious because after all that time, at the doorstep of this moment, they didn't know what happened next. But if the answer was adventure, they were ready for it. They were always ready for that.

The end.

If this were a Marvel movie the credits would roll. The song Need Your Love by Felix Cartal and Karen Harding plays in the background.

If you stay to the end, a scene opens up. On what appears to be a large space station or starship. There is a transparent panel, we can see two figures standing in. We zoom in and see that it is Deadpool and Wolverine. Basking in the light of the last dying star. Pulses quickening and a little nervous they both embrace sharing one last kiss as the light dims. The passion they had for each other burns just as intense as it did that day eons ago in a long forgotten place called New York. The light of the star dims and extinguishs. Finally, for the last time, It fades to black. Only they know what happened after that.

An unfathomable amount of time worth of adventures and stories exist

Deadpool and wolverine will return in

Kights of Kansas city.

Logan: I think I'm in love with Wade. Thoughts?

Blind Al: And prayers

CONTENT WARNING.

Sexual content

This story contains themes related to certain inconveniences and life facts related to romantic male Homosexual relationships.

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Domesticated animals part 3

(Mating habits of the North American Wolverine)

"The Holiday season" November/December . New York. Earth-10005

11/29/24

Logan and Wade slept in Black friday morning. By the time the sun came up and beamed through the window and woke them up, Althea and Laura had already left. The message on Wade's phone said they'd gone downtown to do christmas shopping. Wade got up with Marry Puppens, took her to the kitchen, and fed her. "With the proper diet and care, your dogpool can live up to 3 millenia or longer." Wade tells us. He leaves her to her meal. She didn't immediately need walked and he was feeling lazy. He headed back to the room and laid down.

He'd slipped into bed. When he turned over, there was Logan... no... the wild look in his eye... this was the Wolverine looking at him. Are Al and the kid gone... yeah, they said they'd be gone for... cut off mid Sentence Wade had never been manhandled so hard in his life, Logan was on top of him, and where the hell did his underwear go? Jesus Penut, is it mating season or something. This is two days in a row you've downright ambushed me. "YES" the fact Wade could see him already sweating, he might be serious he was panting too. Deep down inside him lurked a feral monster, and right now, it was... Incredibly horny, he could feel it... on his thigh. Ok... easy, daddy. I hate to throw cold water on you... but you remember all the food we ate last night?

I'm not exactly in... the condition to, take care of your problem. Logan ground into his thigh and put his face close to his. Not that Wade wasn't also excited... he very much was, and with his underwear M.I.A, there was no way of keeping that little fact (not little... perfectly normal size if not a little above average, thank you) secret for long. Had to think quickly... sweetheart, perhaps I can be on top this time? Logan pulled back a little from the madness... Not this time, bub (not that he hadn't in the past. But the spell he was under had conditions, also... he'd eaten a lot last night, too. Wade gave him a gentle kiss (risky move), carefully pulled his arm up, and pressed up on Logans shoulder. Maintaining eye contact, he'd maneuvered Logan onto his back and straddled his torso. The wild animal was surprisingly compliant. Ok, penut, I'm gonna take care of you. Logan grabbed his ass. NOO penut not like that, we already discussed that, that roads under construction. He pulled his lecherous hands off his ass. He leaned down, kissing Logan, making out with him like they were in the back of a limo going to homecoming. Then Wade quickly slid down, popped under the covers, and .... "solved the problem" cut to awhile later Wade's sitting on the floor in front of the bed... "How are you feeling penut. Better, thanks... how about you? Right now, I'm feeling like a glazed donut. Oh... Right, sorry. Logan throws him a towel. Hey babe? When you're having sex dose it ever fade to black? No, why... no reason, I just think the author was too shy to describe in detail what was a master class in suck'n dick... on that note, penut... what the fuck was that? That... hasn't happened in a long time, How long? I'd say about 30 years ago before I spiraled in to a dark depression after losing my mind and living in a bottle... well the good news is that means you're doing better. So... how often can I expect to deal with Wolverine pon farr? I'm not certain he said as he slipped in to his Jeans and put on his ubiquitous white under shirt (why dose he like those so much) I can tell you it's More intense if I can smell an ovulating woman.

The Wolverine had left many very satisfied men and women in his wake the last 200 years of prowling for one night stands when the urge took over him. He explained that he could feel it coming on. He tried to get it out of his system yesterday, but their darling daughter showed up and put the kiabosh on it. The longer it goes on unsatisfied, the more intense it gets. Logan told Wade that in the past, if no other options presented themselves, he'd resort to patronizing a sex worker, Being a remarkably handsome devil and possessing literal animal magnetism he'd always found a willing participant.

The only other option is he'd throw himself in a fire and literally burn the passion out of himself. By the time he regenerated from a pile of ashes, the surge of hormones would have left his body, but he'd absolutely do that before forcing himself on anyone. He'd rather endure Hell than let his inner beast hurt anyone innocent, Logan absolutely considered himself a monster, but not that kind of monster.

Therein lies the problem, Wade said. We've been together officially for a while now. As a Pansexual man and a Bisexual man whom are committed to each other. We should discuss what our relationship means in a broad perspective. Logan looked at his beloved boyfriend, who rarely spoke this seriously about anything. He was waiting for the punch line... there was none. What came of it was what the two of them referred to as the Black Friday agreement.

Like responsible adults, they laid out rules and expectations. First and foremost, they were the core members of the team. They always came home to each other. However, if Wade was unavailable to satisfy Logan "blood fever," Logan was allowed to seek out the company of any person he wanted. If this person is female, he must use a condom. STDs were not a problem for them. neither were capable of catching or carrying one. However heterosexual sex sometimes resulted in children, and the world already has enough unwanted kittens.

Conversely, the same rules applied to Wade should he want a liaison. Also, both being on the polyamorous side of the spectrum of sexuality bringing home a 3rd or 4th participant for "extracurricular" activities was welcomed. However, notice was appreciated. Should anyone want to take the extra step and "join the team," permanently, all parties had to be in agreement that it was a good idea. However both of them figured this last possibility would be rare, anyone joining the team would have to be prone to longevity and able to handle the dangers of being the partner of two dangerous men with a lot of enemies.

After that discussion, Wade got dressed. They walked the dog. Went out for breakfast and headed to the stores to get some holiday shopping done. Wade had his whole world to shop for, and Buck was always tough to buy for. Logan was a little excited because this was the first christmas in decades that he had people to spend it with, and he already had a gift idea for Wade, even if it was practical... New underwear to replace the ones he'd shredded off him this morning.

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Domesticated animals part 2

“Y'ever notice how you never seem to get laid on Thanksgiving? I think it's because all the coats are on the bed.” — George Carlin.

"The Holiday season" November/December . New York. Earth-10005

11/28/24 (American dating system)

The boy's woke up, got dressed, and got to work, Althea turned on the Maceys Parade and listened to it. It was going to be a frantic morning, especially as tradition dictates that dinner be served at 2pm. It's a time when literally no one else ever sits down to consume 5 million calories. Just this one day "its fucking weird" wade complained.

At about 10:30, Althea got up, grabbed her smokes, and took the dog out for her walk. Wade was in the kitchen working on a side dish. The second the door closed, Logan quickly and quietly snuck up behind Wade, hugged him, and nestled his head into his shoulder.

"Oh, someone had catnip slipped in thier coffee." Althea and the dog should be gone for 30 minutes 45 if she stops for espresso. Wade Grinned, " You know, peanut, I remember a similar situation playing a little differently yesterday... someone got stabbed." You got a knife in your hands bub, you could stab me if you like but we don't got a lot of time for foreplay he said kissing his neck " there's always time for foreplay" Wade said tossing the knife, turning around and facing Logan. Logan grabbed Wade by the hips, picked him up, and set him on the counter. "Oh my god, really. Right in front of the pasta salad, " Logan just had Wade's pants unzipped...

*Knock, knock, knock

FUCK

"Who is it"

Wade called out as he walked towards the door "Laura" she answered back.

Wade hitched up his pants, buttoned them, and pulled his T Shirt down as far as he could before answering the door.... Hi Dad, "WHOA! I guess we're trying that on for size." she blushed a little as she walked in the door. do you not like it? "Oh, I like it. As a matter of fact, your... Papi? and I were just discussing making a little brother or sister for you. " Across the room, Logan shook his head.. dad, or dads is fine. We don't need to bring Spanish into it. But I was talking to Warhead about it, and you too are the closest to family I got. You already act like my dad's anyway. "You hear that Honeybadger most kids wait until Thanksgiving to come out or something, our kid just adopted us." Warhead also said it might make you feel old, which she found hilarious. "Of course she did"

Sorry, I'm early. I wanted to beat the rush, so I caught a morning train down here. What are you guys up too "Oh cooking, I was working on a pasta salad, and Logan was..." cleaning. I was cleaning.

Wade finished the salad. Laura and Logan got out the folding table, set it up, and made it. People started coming in.

Peter, who brought mashed potatoes

Warhead and Yukio, who brought a roast Mochi dish

Vanessa, who brought an Apple pie

Buck and Shatter star who brought beer

Dopender who brought stuffing "if you thought he was going to bring curry, you're racist and you need to work on yourself"

and Colossus... who did, in fact, bring borscht "because that's exactly what everyone wants, buddy, cold soup in November... I'll get the sour cream"

They had a wonderful dinner together. Wade glowed particularly. His whole world was with him again. He'd commit various new and interesting atrocities to keep them safe. he was Canadian, after all, a people famous for inventing new war crimes. After dinner, they played games and watched christmas movies chatted, had desert and cocktails the night wore on, and Warhead came over to him. What's up butter cup? She handed him a dossier. Oh, early Christmas gift!?

"It's the intel you requested, I'm sorry it's late, but it took a minute to figure out what you meant by racist corn. Please be more concise in your emails. The cover had the words Bayer CropScience LP. Kansas City Mo and Alkali-Transigen written near the center top... "Thanks, Warhead... this info might save us all. " she just nodded and the pair headed out. Not, of course, before Wade and Youkio exchanged their traditional farewells. As fast as it came, it was over. It was just Wade, Laura, Logan, the dog an Al. Laura had opted to stay the night god bless her for being willing to sleep on that couch. He was happy to have his daughter over. He kept his excitement uncharacteristically under stated. He'd wanted to be a dad, but it didn't really work out in the past, and a daughter is a daughter no matter how old she was. Him and Logan would love and care for her the rest of her life. He was going to sneak a couple hundred bucks in her bag when no one was looking.

"Oh my god, I am absolutely stuffed. I couldn't possibly fit anything else inside me, including you penut, *he pointed* I'm going to bed"

Logan just rolled his eyes, Laura laughed

The dog and I will be in shortly, Laura's going to show me how to play this Smash brothers game y'all were playing with earlier. I love you

Good night, Love you all. Even you Al... Al flipped him off.

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Scene/ vignette 11

Domesticated Animals part 1

The Holiday season" November/December . New York. Earth-10005

11/27/24 (American dating system)

Deadpool and Wolverine had been living comfortably for most of the month now, two of the most violent, dangerous and feard people to ever walk the earth hold hands as they come back from the bodega getting groceries for the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday. They we're both proudly Canadian, but when in New York do as the New Yorkers do. They were planning on having most of the usual people over for dinner tomorrow and were prepping now so that Thanksgiving wasn't them running around with half cooked food and a late dinner because nothing worked out.

Logan has been adapting to Wade's...shall we say.. "physical touch forward" form of affection. Since they had made it official all bets were off for Wade. But Logan wasn't always in the mood to be touched.

look bub, I love you... you know I do. But if grab my ass again while I'm trying to prep this turkey for tomorrow I'm gonna cut your fucking hand off. Wade tried... he really did but his gremlin brain demanded that he sexually harass his Wolverine. He siddled up to Logan who was Spatchcocking a 18 lb turkey so he could brine it. "I'm warning you bub" what i'm not doing nothing, im just standing here... inches from you... Wade thought he'd be clever, I won't grab his ass... folks he grabbed Logan crotch. *Snikt* "DAMN IT WADE!" it wasn't your ass! before he could talk again a familiar set of foot long Adamantium blades went through his wind pipe and out the back of his neck. Logan pulled him in close. "Now, I warned you bub, you know good and well I'm busy and instead of bothering me you could be baking the pies or some other helpful thing. But instead your standing here bleeding on my freshly moped floor, because you grabbed my dick after aske you to stop. He pulled him in closer to whisper in hopes that Althea wouldn't hear. Look... if you're good and help me out maybe I'll let you play with it later. He winked. A smile formed on Wade's face. Logan smiled back kissed him on the cheek "I love you" then violently ripped his claws back out of Wade's neck "now don't get your blood all over the turkey or you really will be regenerating a whole new arm for the rest of the afternoon." Wade made wet rasping sound in response, grabbed some paper towels and cleaned the blood off the floor. The house got to enjoy a few minutes of silence as the catastrophic damage to his larynx healed while Wade started making a pumpkin pie.

Logan could be equally Violent and Tender sometimes in an order of magnitude, he regularly showed Wade the tenderness that he clearly craved. No longer did they have sides of the bed. Logan held wade in his arms every night since that day in Central Park. It surprised him when it actually resulted in better sleep for the both of them. Two deeply traumatized men held on to each other, Logan could sware he felt a literal bond tighten between them some nights.

The dreams of Distant wars, murders, and injustices had slowly stopped. It'd been a week since he'd shot straight up out of bed in a cold sweat gasping claws fully extended. The worst part was the panic that set in after he realized he was only in bed. Did he stab Wade or worse, the little dog that also shared the bed usually cuddled up against his or Wade's chest. Lifting the shredded blankets hed make sure they were both ok. Thankfully not once had Marry Puppens gotten so much as a nick on her. He didn't know how he'd deal with it if she had, she'd probably be hurt and confused. Why'd my daddy hurt me for no reason. The thought devastated him. She like everyone in that bed that night would have quickly healed. But the guilt would have plagued Logan. Less fortunately he couldn't say the same for Wade he'd cut him a few times up until recently. Wade however never took it personally, more annoyed about being woke up than anything else.

As a rule he tried not to stab Wade. At least not when he made a terrible joke, he'd been politely ask not to do that. However Wade Winston Wilson frequently had a policy of "negative attention is still attention" and would occasionally delight in pushing his Wolverines button. Logan set boundaries. Gave warnings but at some point Snikt, blades fly, and again sometimes he was certain this was Wade's end game. He'd have his attention usually start behaving after that and the day would move on. It was a dynamic unlike any other relationship in his long walk of life. He certainly was never board.

Later that evening all the prep work they could do was done pies were baked, turkey was Brining, vegetable trays had been cut, bread had been baked and side dishes were pre-prepared just needed warmed in the oven. Althea had even made cranberry relish. All of it as non GMO as possible and as little corn syrup as possible at Wade's insisting. They all had a light dinner Ceasar Salad, and a bottle of riesling knowing tomorrow would be an exercise in classic American gluttony.

In bed that night, Wade had Logan cuddled against him. Wade was the big spoon for a change. Cuddling his beefy boy he whispered "I'm pretty sure I was good the rest of the day today, and I intend to collect on our bargain old man" a snake like hand caressed his pecs, slowly worked it's way down in between the line that demarcated the middle of his abs and over his navel. Logan was feeling a little frisky and mischievous, so he decided he'd let this play out. The hand had tucked it's self under the waistband of his underwear. When it made it to it's goal Logan let out a pleasured growl... then suddenly an exasperated voice came from across the room. "Damn it, boys! I'm not even asleep yet. Can you not! I can absolutely hear the both of you over there... please, I've asked you. I know y'all got needs, but not while I'm in the house, in the same room." Sorry Al, they both called out in unison. It might be time for a bigger place, Wade grumbled. Let's just go to sleep. Logan responded... Wade, babe... yeah, honeybadger. Not that, I... don't *he gulped and let out a small moan* like what you're doing down there. *he shuddered a little* But Al did ask us to stop. Damn it! Fine. He pulled his hand out of Logans underpants and huffed

I'm going to grab the tits though. Wade firmly and defiantly grabbed Logans righ pectoral and pulled him into a closer cuddle. That's fine. Logan sighed he wasn't exactly happy to be blue balled either but thems the breaks. Wade... yes dear, he said in a still slightly salty tone... I love you. I love you too. Goodnight

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Scene/Vignette 10

Manhattan, November Earth-10005

This time, won't you save me?

Or

Truth and reconciliation "sick Halo reference bro"

I'm putting the sound scape video up here because we certainly open on this song

*meet me at central park north near the pond you like*

He got the text. "Enigmatic today, aren't we honeybadger?" *I'll be there* he texted back

In another world, Wade would have been just the worst farmer. He wouldn't have live stock... just a bunch of expensive pets he couldn't bear to take to market. But someone gotta make sure the sweet little ducks get something other than bread and trash. He bought a special blend that provided the whole grains and nutrients necessary for them to get through a winter. Which would soon set in. It was already turning out to be a chilly November. He looks at us. "Did you know that most ducks at your city parks are abandoned pets? Someone irresponsibly gets an Easter pet or a pet they can't handle, and they dump it at the park. " Wade knew how they felt. He'd been used and abandoned since childhood. It was early evening, but also that time of year when it got darker sooner, not a time he particularly enjoyed he'd gotten the text from Logan earlier that day. Said he'd be he'd be here. The pond itself isn't that deep into the park practically on the corner of central park north and 5th Avenue

Wade was very much ready for Logan to tell him it was over, for real. He'd pack up his yellow pants and go. He was very worried this little visit to the park was to let him down easy. It had happened at the park last time he was let down after all. "Exploiting my love of waterfowl." They hadn't spoken in days until he texted and said to meet him here. "Vanessa told me he was sorry." But but his self-doubt inserted ambiguity into the message. Sorry I can't be with you? Sorry it came to this? Sorry for being an ass?

He turned around and suddenly there he was standing right behind him. He was caught in a beem of low warm autumn light that reflected off his dark hair, giving it a gold aura. His hazel, almost green eyes dazzled against his rugged but handsome face. Fuck he's hot Wade thought to himself. No! No, bad Wade this is important I'm not going to throw myself at him like a desperate horny prom queen at the after party. He came to talk, he'd let Logan talk first.

They stood there in silence probably a few seconds too long. Logan finally started.

".... Wade. I'm..." he nervously scratches the back of his head."i don't deserve, I... I'm sorry." The Wolverine was standing in front of him studdering and choking, trying to find his words trying to be sincere and finally."I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am"

Wade's Heart begged him to forgive him right there, but his head knew he needed to get out was bothering him first. Charming good looks be damned. He dessed down Logan.

You're a shit, a basterd and you have bad taste and you don't have to stab me every time I tell a bad joke! *loud deep breath* I'm not the easiest person to live with I know that. I might be crazy penut but i have some self awareness. What you said to me hurt more than any bullet I've been shot with, more than the many, many times I've been set on fire and explosions I've survived, not just because it was shitty things to say but because they came out of YOUR MOUTH! Stranger's point and stair and call me ugly all the damn time, not my friends. It hurt more when you ran. YOU FUCKING RAN. I'm sure you've got some grand excuses... but we don't run from trouble. We are the trouble...

FUCK!

He started in exasperated now. I've been the hero. It's exhausting, but this time I need saving, so are you done!? Are you gonna save me, or are you gonna run! It's a big park and you're fast.

Logan deserved that. No denial.

Logan stood across from him. 10-15 seconds seemed like an eternity... tears welled up as he remembered what Youkio said. "I see him try to be better, especially around you." The truth is Wade made him better. He'd still be in a cheap bar 24/7, waking up in back allys after using piles of trash as a bed. wordlessly, he crossed the distance between them, grabbed his hand, weaving his fingers between his own. He stood there next to him and watched the sunset over the pond with its seemingly endless towers of glass and steel in the background. Where do we go from here? "Home Peanut, I think we go home"

Walking hand, in hand strolling around the pond and through the park. Wade giggles as they pass Nutters battery, and they head towards the conservatory garden. He was clearly already feeling better. Logan was forcing himself to be the man he needed to be.

No one changes overnight. It takes work, and it takes effort. He was going to let him in his heart, and when his damaged psyche told him to push, he was determined to pull. And he did. Right in front of the central fountain in the middle of the conservatory garden he stopped he cought wade by surprise and pulled him it to a bear hug. Wade, never one to turn down physical affection, hugged him back, Logan however was a little too enthusiastic. He tapped on his shoulder and gasped. "Air, honey badger. Air!" Logan released his grip. He held his forearm for a second. Finally releasing him, he looked at him. Despite Wade's baggy hoodie he was wearing at the time, you could make out his shoulders, brawd and strong. Logan had seen Wade In the various states of undress the man had very little shame in the confines of the apartment, he had strong pectorals, defined abs, and a firm ass. if it weren't for his skin he'd be described as classically attractive if not athleticly built and tall. He knew the skin was something Wade was sensitive about. He'd make a point of making up for calling him ugly. Because he wasn't. Not really, the scars added character to a face that had nice cheekbones and kind eyes... he was about to kiss him.

"Wait, I remembered something"

Wade pulled out a ceder box with the words Fuente Fuente Opus X written on it and hands it to Logan.

"Thank you, bub... unable to resist... where the fuck were you keeping this?

You didn't bring your backpack? How do you just pull shit out of thin air?"

Wade looks at us and winks. "I got those for you at the duty free store on my last job... I was going to give them to you the other day before... well before" I ran away... look bub If we're going to be together the way you want... the way I want, I'm going to have to keep you safe I can't lose you. Wade chuckles "and they say chivalry is dead... look, I'm honored and a little turned on that you want to protect me. But if we're doing this we're a team. We protect each other Penut." Logan nodded in silent agreement, he was learning to let go of the fear of loss.

"There's always going to be a threat. In a world where people can Breath fire, shoot death beams out of there eyes and bigots who build robots that will try and kill us Mutants, and the regular bigots who are just pissed seeing you hold my hand. Sometimes, the big bad isn't a roaring monster from hell. Sometimes, it will also be ourselves. Also, work is always going to be dangerous for me, and I gotta pay the bills"

Logan was a little baffled at how lucid and logical Wade was being... he was right, but damn...

Wade opened up the cigar box as Logan was holding it, pulled two out, cut the tips, and lit one. After jokingly mimicking oral sex with it, he gently placed it in Logans mouth and lit the other for himself. "I'm normally a lucky strike girl, but this is nice." Very nice bub, you picked a good box. "Remember kids, smoking is bad, and you should never do it without a healing factor." they walked out the Vanderbilt gate on to 5th Avenue and started walking towards mid town. Discussing the life they'd decided to start together. "Thanks again for the cigars, I wish I had gotten you something"

"You could always give me some dick"

Wade flinches for the stab that didn't come. Instead Logan laughed "oh my god did you just laugh at my joke penut?"

Don't let it go to your head, bub, and I'll deny it if anyone asks. But I've always thought you were really funny. The smile that cracked Wades face was ear to ear. "Oh baby girl, hearing that is almost as good as dick!" Don't let it go to your head! He said as he wagged his finger at him. Then, in a more serious tone Wade the city is a convenient base of operations, but if we're being honest about ourselves tonight, I hate all the smells, the noise sets my teeth on edge sometimes. We don't have to go far. But after Laura graduates, I'd like to move out further from the stink. We can even take Althea with us if she's game. " Two things penut"

He takes a deep drag on his cigar " I Don't want to move to Connecticut its infested with wasps" he punctuated this with a cloud of smoke " Secondly, we're doing good, you pay the bills and by no means no rush, but if you want a white picked fence in the country we're going to have to start taking higher profile jobs. Bodyguard and freelance construction worker and the pension of a retired blind M.I.6 spy...

we're comfortable we have disposable income but we'll need to save enough to buy outright, home loan underwriters get a little nosey about income streams, not as simpleas a credit card" hold on Althea was in British Intelligence!? "That's a funny story actually. Spying is how we met, you see i was hired to kill her, but she was so much fun and one thing lead to another and we became friends. Eventually she lost her sight and I had her move in with me" "good times" Logan had a lot of questions. A lot of them for Althea but they could wait. More importantly he thought about the prospects wade brought up... no pressure, we got time before Laura graduates. Wade was right though Money was a concern, and it certainly wasn't like he was going to get an office job printing reports. He'd be an excellent mercenary, he'd always been... Killing was his best talent.

But... but not yet he wanted to keep the little peace he had and he wanted to Just be with Wade now that he's accepted that new journey... call it a honeymoon. They walked talked for an hour they barely noticed that they had actually walked all the way to E 55th st.

Wade stopped. "Hay penut. It's already been a long day. I'm pretty certain we walked past our subway stop" Logan was about to question this abrupt change in conversation until he looked up and saw what cought Wade's eye... and smiled knowing exactly where Wade was going with this... across the street was the St. Regis hotel " Althea and the dog will manage a night by themselves. Let's stay the night here downtown" Logan Let his handsome boyfriend have this one. *Ok sly dog* he said to himself sarcastically before saying. Sure, that sounds like a good idea. It has been a long day. They cross the street walk through the lobby doors. Where we are left, Our scene fades to black.

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"Fade to black my ass!" Wade cuts through the screen with a Ka-Bar knife and points a IMI/IWI Desert Eagle Mark XIX with the other hand "you get your ass back hear and write! I need some dick!"

... fine.... Bonus scene 😒

They did not in fact have kinky sex

They did not lose their deposit

They are not banned from the The St. Regis for life.

The overly embellished story he told Al was mostly stolen scenes from The Dark One by Nikki St. Crowe and Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros. Wade loved reading smut on long haul flights. For her part, Al wished he had told her less and repeatedly said "I don't need to know that shit Wade" especially the detailed recreation of the sound of "balls slapping on ass" he created with an open jar if penut butter and a spoon. Deadpool did enjoy good Foley work.

What actually happened is the two of them walked in and were told the only room available was the Dior sweet. The Clerk had expected the pair to walk away after telling the the room rate. the dark haird man in a white T shirt and open light blue carhartt jacket and jeans with his companion a tall but muscular bald fellow who may have been an unfortunate victim of a fire, wearing a pink hoodie also open to reveal a black shirt that said Buckle up slut puppy with a picture of Blanche and Sophia from the golden girls and black utility pants certainly didn't seem like the usual clientele of the The St. Regis however the bald man pulled out a Mastercard Black card. "Book it, send up a bottle of Johnny walker blue and some beef jerky"

Money talks. Keys were made, and they walked there way up to an opulent room as fancy as any private apartment in a royal palace. The Dior suite was possibly the nicest room either of them had set foot in.

They ordered room service, showered then slipped in to those bathrobes all fancy hotels seem to supply and sat on the floor in front of the black marble fireplace watching trash TV, after dinner when the bottle of whiskey was empty they were both about as barely mildly tipsy as was biologically possible for them. They cast shy furtive glances at each other. Finally, Wade broke the pattern and placed his hand on Logans and said, "I think I'm going to go to bed...."It'd be nice if you came with me." Logan leaned over and kissed him gently. I think that would be nice. Wade blushed beet red, helping each other up, turning off the TV Wade lead Logan by the hand down the hall to the bedroom. Standing by the bed "well... were here" seeing he was a bit nervous Logan gave Wade's hand a squeeze I'd be okay if we just lay here and then he purred in to his ear I love you Wade Wilson and... before he got the next word out, Wade had him in an embrace and was kissing him not forcefully but still firmly enough. Logan could smell it was more than cheap lust. Logan, ever the gentleman, he slipped him the tongue and returned the intensity with interest, wrapping his hands around the small of Wade's back. After a moment of this they stood there holding each other. "I love you too, Logan Howlett." "Let's lay down. Slipping off his robe, he pulled down the sheets and blankets and got into bed, Logan walked around, took off his robe, and threw it on the adjacent chair.

Slipping in between the sheets under the luxuriously thick down stuffed comforter he could tell they were some high thread count Egyptian cotton. So soft, a softness he was unaccustomed to. He slipped in and scooted across the large bed layed on his side and placed his hand on Wade's bare chest. Feeling his heart beat, it was going pretty fast. Wade I'm hear for you, we can take things as slow as you like. The last time the two of them did anything sexual was in the void, it was an encounter brought on by raging emotions flying fists and could accurately be described as hate fucking.

Here and now in the gentle glow of a hotel room in the heart of Manhattan Logan was now cradling the jaw line of the man he finally allowed himself to love back after months of denial, gently reassuring him. Letting him set the pace. They made love, gently, tenderly. Caressing each other diving headlong in to passion until each was spent.

Laying there logans arm around his shoulder with his head on Logans furry chest now listening to his heartbeat he wished this moment could last for eternity. Then Logan started purring like he dose when he's asleep. Because he was, wade fell asleep in his arms just like that, listening to him purring and his heartbeat. They woke up the next morning to the butler, drawing the curtains and presenting them with breakfast. Which apparently is standard, he had also taken the liberty of washing and pressing their clothes. They had breakfast, got dressed and headed back to the apartment. They again walked hand in hand down 5th Avenue to the subway stop. While on the train Wade scrolled the dark web recruiting app, he loved his Wolverine, but that hotel stay wasn't cheap. He needed some cash to offset it. Found one that looked suitable and took the job. He had a few days before he'd have to head out. But during those few day he'd be up Logans ass irritating the ever loving fuck out of his now boyfriend with his affection... officially not his room mate. He has it in writing on a The St. Regis cocktail napkin he'd be happy to show you... he had it laminated

We close our scene, looking at a napkin, written on it in impeccable cursive handwriting

"I J. Logan Howlett, being of sound mind and body, declare that I love Wade W. Wilson most ardently and he is my boyfriend."

And whilst that'd be a nice end for the boys. I'm not done, I've got more story in me

Link to Scene 11

This is definitely the song we close the scene with

Scene/ vignette 9

November, 2024 New York Earth-10005

~Vanessa

Vanessa and Al walked the dog and had a very late dinner at the Hala guys cart. New York at times was a loud chaotic nightmare that was too fucking expensive. But it was a 24/7 town. No matter what time there was always something to do, always somewhere to get something to eat. Trying to think about anything else she asked Al about her book club what she was reading and a little curiously how. Althea explained to her how braille works and how after years she had masterd gliding her fingers over the raised dots and reading them. MaryPuppens The Dogpool walked out in front of the pair excited to be out in the night air, smarter than the average dog she understood something was going on between her dad's and did her best to comfort Wade. She loved that guy... but right now she could smell a squirrel somewhere out there and she had murder in her heart and was pulling a little hard at the lady holding the other end of her leash, cain in one hand her leash in the other. After a walk around several blocks, Vanessa escorted Althea and the dog back to the apartment building, it was late. Wade had finally gone to bed... She needed to head home. After a fitful, barely night of sleep, Vanessa woke up perturbed. Dragging herself out of bed into the kitchen to engage in the preparation of the world's most socially acceptable form of substance abuse... coffee. She groud her own beans, boiled the water and put them in the french press carafe, a few minutes later she poured herself a mug. she started thinking, grimacing into her coffee. Unable to shake her sour disposition. I'm sick of being the damsel in distress, I'm more than the universe's background characte, and I'm just about done with the boy's bullshit. As she got ready for the day and got dressed, the more she thought about it the more she fumed; as far as she was concerned her and Wade had broken up years ago before he dragged that ultra feral tasmanian devil home with him. She'd thought they had a healthy platonic friendship. But then, back in July, it started. Wade had gotten his hopes up and probably daydreamed of a polycule with her and his "not-boyfriend." That's it... THAT'S IT!

She slammed her mug against the table. She grabbed her purse and stomped to the door. I'm going to drag my ass all the way out to the fucking suburbs, coat my heels in salt and shove my foot so far up his ass that his healing factor will need hours to catch up.

You'd be surprised how hard it is to seeth and maintain it on public transit and the good people of New York new it was best to avoid other people's drama as they gave the angery kinda gothy chick a wide birth. The train was passing Hartsdale when she calmed down enough to schedule a ride share to pick her up at Purdy's station. She was pissed and in heels, she wasn't walking the rest of the way there.

Logan was finishing his lunch with Laura, Italian. An interesting choice. Not a light lunch, The pasta sat heavily in his stomach. She didn't have another class for a few hours and they walked and talked, strolling the street and generally enjoying one anothers company. They made there way back to the mansion, Laura went to her room and Logan wen to the garden to keep walking, he still felt heavy. Uneasy... he was right to feel that way.

About the Time Logan was heading to the garden, Vanessa was at the gate. She called Laura, asked her to have someone buzz her in the gate and if she knew where Logan was... Laura told her, the gate opened and she made a war path to the ornate English style garden.

She saw him marched his way. WHAT THE FUCK LOGAN! DO YOU LIKE SETTING FIRES JUST TO RUN AWAY YOU FUCKING EMOTIONAL ARSONIST!

she looked like a witch about to blast him with arcane fire made of hate and lightning. She continued to close the distance until she was in his face! She was not afraid of the broad shouldered muscular man who could probably toss her half way across the property. But the sheer shock of her presence and force of her anger surprised Logan and he stood there.

THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU she screamed in his face.

You shouldn't have come here Vanessa!

You shouldn't have come here Vanessa, She mimicked back at him in a mocking tone. Fuck you're predictable.

Logan! You need to come home!

I don't have a home.

That response made made vains sick out of her neck.

Jesus christ. Did you take all of Canada's sullen bitch mean boy attitude with you when you left because you're being a stubborn asshole. COME HOME!

Logan stuck in his fears and failures. Not all Canadians are nice, but that's not the point. I can't go home. It's not that easy. You don't understand.

JESUS, I'm sick of the dark broody shit! Tell me what's wrong. Tell me why you can't go home! What unforgivable sin did you or Wade commit! TELL ME ANYTHING! BUT CUT THE SHIT! Better yet, tell me why you insisted on manipulating Wade, leading him on, leading him into my arms. It was cute the first time Logan, but every time after that I felt compelled, you roped me into getting his hopes up! You fucker! Goddamn it I am a Human with fucking autonomy and Wade despite being a cold blooded killer has feelings. Now tell me right fucking now why! Why'd you say those things to Wade why'd you think you could play the grand shadkhan with unwilling participants. Why are you being such a Dick!?

Logan was shocked in to silence confronted with his failures. He was Ashamed.

SPEAK YOU HULKING BASTARD! she Yelled as she pokes him in the chest

FOR FUCK SAKE! Disgusted at his silence, and frustrated beyond rage she slapped Logan across the face. Slightly regretting her choice as her hand stung after striking the man with the metal fucking coated skull.

*Snikt* Logan claws pop.

OH SO YOU CAN'T HANDLE SOMEONE CALLING YOU ON YOUR BULLSHIT! SO NOW YOUR GONNA FUCKING STAB ME!? THE FUCKING WOLVERINE CAN'T HANDLE A SLAP FROM A MERE MORTAL

Logan finally snapping out of it... throughly shamed.

No Vanessa, no no no no. I'm so sorry. He drops to his knees, trying his best to communicate he was not a threat. I'd never stab you. Jesus, I'm so sorry. I don't always control that... sometimes... they just come out when I'm upset. He looks up at her tears running down his face. trying his best to prove he was sincere

I'm sorry.

It's ok... it's.... ok. Look, I'm sorry I hit you.

That was wrong, I shouldn't have done that. The last 48 hours have been shit, I'm tired of just standing by while shit happens. Now, please tell me what's wrong. I want to be friends with you and Wade but Let's give ourselves both a minute to calm down... after a moment of silence.

Logan I'm trying to be calm. Please talk.

Before he'd even considered answering

In a sudden epiphany, she remembered the envelope... here before Al and I ran out of the apartment, Wade gave this to me... he wanted me to give it to you.

Why'd you have to run out of the apartment?

You haven't seen Wade cope yet, have you. She said with a raised eyebrow.

Logan opened the envelope

Inclosed was a crayon drawing of him using his claws to stab what he was pretty sure was Dracula. On the back was written. "You're so convinced you're bad wolverine, that you get in the way of you being good." ~X lives of wolverine 2022. Logan looks up at Vanessa. Dracula?

I don't have any idea... but what he wrote there seems to be what's important.

It... it is, the little shit is right.

Ok. Logan extended his hand to Vanessa. She did her best to help the dense man to his feet. let's both go up to the kitchen and talk. We both need a beer... I'll tell you Vanessa. I'll tell you everything. I owe you that much.

If I'm going to tell you this I gotta start with the Important stuff. Most Importantly once upon a time in a different universe I was at the bar getting wasted when a mob of humans came and killed all the other X-men. They died because I ran, running is what I do it seem. I'm a bad person Vanessa I went on a murderous rampage afterward. No X-men, no heroes to save the world. I killed a lot, I Drank a lot, I tried every substance under the sun to forget. nothing made it feel better. Only after that bullshit with Cassandra and the Void have I been able to forgive myself for a fraction of what I did, and your right. I was at Home with wade, being with all of you made me feel whole, like family.... home...

And that's why I ran. Every time I've found peace every time I thought I found home it was ripped from me... First was Rose, I loved her. It was an accident I was in a brawl she tried to stop it... and I stabbed her. Next was Ethan he was a First Nations Native, His Tribal name was Silver Fox. We lived together, isolated in the woods it was the early 1900s when the locals found out that there was buggery *he Sneered the word* going on out on the woods, worst of all mixed race buggery. They formed a mob. They set our cabin on fire. By the time I woke up it was too late, the whole place was on fire there was no safe way for Silver Fox to escape. So, I sat there holding him... holding him as the smoke and flames consumed both of us... unfortunately I don't stay burned for long. I wish I had...

Following the second world war I fell in love with a Japanese girl. Itsu we lived happily. We had children. I came home one day, and their heads were on pikes... tears again started welling up in his eye... My children... my beautiful, kind, sweet children did not inherent my gifts. They were truly gone. Sabertooth had found my family and murdered them in cold blood. Just for the sport of it, he made it a gory and horrific scene. Settling lifelong fude, he was Roses brother, never forgave me for the accident. I killed him. It didn't make me feel any better. Finally, there was Scott and Jean, I loved them both. Sometimes at the same time. He drily chuckles. But you already know how that one ends. Because I walked away, not interested in being part of some superhero squad. I feel dirty standing in this house, knowing I didn't defend it in my world. But I'm glad it still standing in this one. because the last time I saw it, barely any timbers were left standing.

Logan Drained the last of his beer and sets it on the counter. Vanessa I'm sorry I pushed Wade on you. But please understand I am terrified that he will be doomed to the same fate as all of those I've dared to love.

Oh Logan, she reached out and gave his hand a squeeze, both intended to comfort and provide silent confirmation that she did forgive him. Buddy I'm going to be nice, your worries are valid... But don't you think Wade is a little more durable than the average human. Surely you must see that.

Vanessa, some things are worse than Death. I can tell you from experience that torture is even more nightmarish when you can't die from it.

I have my own confession to make. I understand why you're afraid. Please don't ever tell him this. But being close to Wade is dangerous. I've been there... I've been shot, kidnapped, and terrorized by his enemies. There's a myriad of reasons I don't want to be In a relationship with Wade. But a big reason, is you two court danger. it's who you are. Also Logan, respectfully... consider going to therapy... you and Wade, my big boys. You've gotta stop holding things in. The strongest bottles burst under enough pressure.

I'm going to stay here for a couple days.

I was going to have lunch with Laura again tomorrow, I've missed her, and I'd like one more day. I'll.... text Wade. Hopefully with a little space for a few days we'll be able to discuss things, hopefully I haven't fucked it up too bad. Vanessa If you see him before I do... tell him I'm sorry. When i get back to the city I'll talk to him, the conversation we need to have can't be done on a phone.

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Author notes

If you'd like to experience Vanessa's headspace at the beginning of the chapter enjoy this music

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Vignette/ Scene 8

Westchester New York. The X mansion Earth-10005

Other people's Logans continued, Back to the future 2 rules

The second Logan walked in the door. "Hi Logan," he couldn't help but smile as he responded Hi Yukio." The large blue furry man approached arm extended. "Hello Logan," he shook his hand. Hello Dr. McCoy, how can I help you two? Hank looked a little taken aback. "I'm sorry, I'm a little surprised,

I know you're not the Logan, I know... but hearing your voice call me anything other than Hank is jarring, " im sorry... Hank, I have to apologize, but I didn't know you that well in my world. He pauses and swallows a little nervously. I never actually got the chance to get to know you. After an uncomfortable silence, Hank again broke the ice. "Logan, I was wondering if you could possibly tell me more about this time ripper." I know, just the jist, I'm sorry, but I'm a soldier, not a scientist. Cassandra Nova was using it to... undo existence. The only way to stop it was sabotaged. we went below I clawed a tube that had matter or antimatter I don't know which Wade grabbed the other and we short circuited the machine, I remember being in Incredible pain an explosion and I woke up and suddenly I lived in a apartment with Wade, an elderly woman and a dog thats simultaneously the cutest and ugliest fucking thing i've ever seen. "Do you remember any other details? Anything"

No.... Wade says he could hear Madonna music, but I don't remember that... my shirt exploded, he offered. "Yes... interesting, but I'm not sure if that means anything yet. I'm going to run some tests... can you think of anything else? " Wade said. i should avoid this universe's Wolverine... "YES YES the back to the future 2 rule i keep hearing about. Don't worry, I'll keep your presence confidential. Besides, our Logan seems to be on a journey of his own. No one here has spoken to him in a while. But more to the point, Robert Zemeckis and Bob Gale are excellent filmmakers and writers. But should probably not be regarded as authorities on quantum convergence and time travel..." I think isn't more than that Hank, Wade told me... he's fated to die.

I'm here because he dies. Wade had this mad idea that he could replace him with me because apparently I'm some sort of anchor being that holds the universe together, but he will die so that Laura can escape and end up here at this point in time. The loop must be completed, For what it's worth, I love Laura she's a good kid, your logan sacrificed so she could have a life. I will honor that sacrifice and see to it she gets to live her life. however, and again, this is Wade's ramblings after reading documents he stole from the TVA. A handbook that frankly I don't understand after trying to read it myself and a few other papers to be specific. He says his death is a nexus point it will happen regardless. But we might be able to affect events around it. Ever since then, he's been on a no GMO food kick, and he's been taking corporate espionage jobs that have an agricultural science bent. He blew up one lab, actually. He hasn't explained it to me, but honestly... I don't understand.

Sometimes, he just info-dumps on me at a mile a minute. I do my best to follow along. Althea and I think he might be on the spectrum, but he refuses testing. Youkio says, " he's a good man... with a gun fetish, I see him try to be better, especially around you. Logan called himself a basterd internally. Hearing that stung, he tried not to show it visibly. Thankfully, Hank, for last time, filled the silence. " This is all very fascinating. Nexus points, anchor beings... time cops? I suppose this dose confirms the mutiverse theory. fascinating, absolutely fascinating. Now about those samples... After much poking, prodding, and a standard physical. Youkio respectfully left the room for that. Hank had all the things to run up a complete analysis on this alternate Logan, comparing him to this worlds Logans info on file as well as running a temporal analysis on him something Hank said was experimental.

With all that done, Hank and Yukio made arrangements and found a guest room for Logan, who did his best not to stand out as he walked the halls. Youkio showed him his room and wished him a good night. There was a high moon, he could see out the windows it was late Logan skipped his usual wallowing in self loathing, pluged in his phone and then fully clothed on top of the covers Logan passes out; mercifully to a dreamless sleep.

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Vignette/ Scene 7

Late October early November Earth-10005

OPL "other people's Logans"

Youkio had the the ability to make friends easy. Whether or not this is a latent mutant ability is up for discussion. She'd made quick friends with Logan and Laura it was easy for her to fallowed along the Eccentricities of their story such as concepts like time travel the mutiverse, the void. Things like this were easy for her. After all She'd repaired at least one time machine and was a technicianl wizard with knowledge of theoretical physics.

After learning that Laura had been crashing on an inflatable mattress in the already cramped one bedroom apartment she invited her to stay at the The X mansion in Westchester. Laura liked being close to Logan, she considered him a father figure. She knew it wasn't the same him as the one she buried in the wilderness. But he was like an ecco and he smelled the same. "If given the opportunity wouldn't you want to hug someone you dearly missed for 8 years?" She said to Youkio when discussing the topic.

Youkio admitted that Logan was an honorable man, Wade was a lovable pervert and Althea had a wise grandmothers charm... however (and she apologized for being blunt) it wasn't a great look for a 19 year old woman to be living with two grown men and a geriatric Coke fiend. Certainly a chaotic environment for someone trying to start a new existence and it would be easier to blend in at the X mansion, Wolverine didn't have a trademark on Claws and healing factors. Some time after arrangements were made and Laura went off to Westchester after a tearful goodbuy and promises to vist (promises that were kept) apartment 17 was down to 3 residents and a dog...

Youkio believes it was mid August. Walking to the basement of the X mansion she was on her way to see Dr. Henry Philip McCoy. Hank to his friends, Beast to others. As the smartest person she new she'd been consulting him on her own time travel projects she'd started. fascinated by the very concept since Wade handed her the device that looked like an oversized wrist watch. She wished he hadn't broke it. She opened the door to the lab. Hi hank! Hi Yukio. the large furry blue man responded. I'm glad you're hear I've been tinkering with this chono monitor you gave me in spring.

As you know my expertise is in medicine and biology but i was intrigued by this project and have been doing a lot of reading. To that point though I've ben going over ther readings of the last couple months and I noticed a massive build up and dissipation of energy in the city some time in July. I've pin pointed it to this neighborhood here. he points at an adjacent monitor. The only thing I can find in the media even remotely out of the ordinary about it was there was some sort of gang shootout that happened there. Yukio looks at the monitor. Oh I'm pretty sure that's the neighborhood where Wade and Logan live. Hank quickly turns to her. Logan? As in James Logan Howlett? He shouldn't be in New York *shit* she said between clinched teeth. With a reaction like that miss you'd better tell me what's going on. Youkio explained that this Logan wasn't our Logan. He's Wade's Logan... from another universe and she wasn't supposed to talk about him Wade said "back to the future 2 rules the two Logans can never meet" after letting out that little secret it dawned on her. The energy wave must have been the time ripper thing they told me they sabotaged to save our universe. Hank was wrapping his mind around this new information. Yukio, do you think you could get this other Logan to come to the lab, and what do you know of this time ripper. Not much she said, but I'll call him... but please keep this hush hush. Wade will be upset enough with me that I blew Logans cover. She pulled out her phone and selected his number.

Meanwhile in the heart of the city.

After the fight he had with Wade this morning, a trip up to Westchester sounded like a good idea. he didn't want to go home, felt like he couldn't go home. He'd gotten to Grand central station and was heading to the terminal for the metro-north line, forgoing the usual beer at one of the vendors in the station he'd normally treat himselff to. He didn't deserve one. He found his train, boarded and had a whole trip to reflect on that morning.

There was no blood, no punching. Not the usual bickering between the two of them. Just hurt feelings. Wade had told Logan that Vanessa had shot him down, he was okay with it. Hurt, but ok. Logan however uncharacteristically melted into panic and anger. He'd been so calm comparatively the last several months that Wade was taken aback. "We gotta fix this and what'd you do to fuck this up." Logan was taking it harder than wade was. And telling him "that it wasn't the biggest deal, we're still friends." And in classic wade fuck up bad timing added " I was kinda hoping we'd cut through the will thay won't they part of tje story. I'd like to date you Honey Badger., you've obviously got a lot of fun ideas since most of the ones with Vanessa were you're idea" logan saw red DATE! I CAN'T DATE YOU BUB!

The words hurt so Wade was flippant "Please we all know you're Bisexual everyone on Tumblr says so! Am I really that ugly?" It's not that! I can't.. i can't... nightmare scenarios swirl in Logans head. I can't be with you! I can't be with anyone! He looked up and saw the visible hurt on Wade's face. Inside Logans head visions of past lovers faces appear each disfigured, bloody... each dead, wallowing in the hurt he snaped. You know what bub! You are ugly, and annoying, and loud, your cooking is shit! we're barely friends and only out of circumstance because a certain little read prick had to play Hero when really you were a selfish fuck. We didn't save the universe we saved your ego it just had fringe benefits. Keep the dog, keep your family he Sneered as he walked towards the door. Also I wouldn't fuck you again with a stolen dick! He slammed the door behind him.

Through tears "you stole that line from George Carlin." Wade walked over to the couch grabbed dogpool and held her tight as he quietly cried.

Logan felt like a monster, he was a monster. worse he gave in it to bad habits, and ran instead of letting anyone know what was actually bothering him. He spit venom at his best friend, he intentionally hurt him in an effort to push him away. "To keep him safe" he tried to justify to himself. Worse he did it by lying and belittling Wade's efforts. He was a hero that day, they both were. He'd recovered a lot since then, let go of a lot of the guilt. But this was more than guilt, it followed him like a curse. He just knew it. All of his romantic partners died horribly and right now he felt like the worst wolverine, But he'd be damned if he'd let Wade's face be added to that gallery of doomed lovers that haunted him... he'd made it running 5 blocks before his phone rang, he was about to reject the call because it was probably Wade when he saw that it was Yukio. He stopped... "Hello"

Later that night

Logan made it to the mansion. It looked as grand and stately as the one in his world back in its hay-day. He couldn't help but notice the usual aberrations of this world. It was always a little detail. For instance, he swore the main gate swung in from the left and wasn't the driveway asphalt, not cobblestone... trying not to be annoyed by it, he walked to the great house. As soon as he got to the portico, the doors opened, and in a flash, a body slammed up against him and embraced him. It was Laura he returned the hug of the Yong woman who was the closest thing he had to a daughter, wishing he was half the man that he knew she saw in him.

Hey kiddo nice to see you. "I could smell you walking up the drive way, what are you doing here?" Youkio wanted to see me. "Ok, she's in the lab downstairs, I'll take you there... Where's Wade? He's normally glued to you, and it's not like him to pass up an opportunity to harass Colossus. " he'd hoped she couldn't sense him cringe slightly when she mentioned him. He told her he was busy. He changed the subject, asking her how she was and how she was adapting. She told him that she'd settled in pretty good, she'd taken up watercolor painting, reading and video games as a hobby. unfortunately she'd aged out of eligibility to attend the Xavier gifted school for Youngsters and was taking rudimentary courses at the nearby Westchester Community College, she was on an accelerated course to get her GED, she did very well but unfortunately had to make up for years in the void. the education she received there only left her battle hardened and a skilled survivor. After her basics were covered, she was considering a degree in linguistics and majoring in Spanish since she already spoke both English and Spanish.

Logan smiled and encouraged her to pursue this suggesting that someday she could find a career in translation services for diplomats or court. All normal sounding jobs, hoping that she'd not have to resort to her mutant ability's for work, he knew all too well what kind of work the claws they shared were good for. Work he knows that she's also very talented at. However, it seemed like she was trying to pursue what could be called a normal life. Logan promised himself he'd do everything he could to support that dream. Walking the mahogany paneled halls with her, they made their way to the lab. Laura had already texted Youkio they were heading down. She stopped at the door. "They're right in there. I've got an early class tomorrow or I'd stay up with you old man" she punches him lightly in the shoulder, gave him a hug, and lightly kissed him on the cheek for good measure unable to resist the urge to show affection to her surrogate father figure. Logan felt less like a monster for a few minutes.

Perhaps we can get lunch tomorrow, I think I'm going to see if I can't stay here tonight it's already 10:30ish and the next train back to the city doesn't run until 6 am anyway "that sounds great, I'll text you when I get out of class" as she walked away she pulled out her phone. If Logan was her father figure, Wade... Deadpool, was her inappropriate uncle who told the filthiest and most politically incorrect jokes but who also spoiled her. Every time she showed up at the apartment, he'd hug her and slip a minimum of $50 dollars in her hand and wink. He was actually the main reason she only had a part-time job trying to work through school. Despite her objections, Wade sent her money every month. She was certain Logan didn't know. What was suspicious is the man who spends 90% of the time he's around Logan looking at him lovingly if not out right ogling him wasn't here too. She typed out a real quick *where are you* message, pressed send, and stared up the stairs. At the same time, Logan walked through the lab door

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If these scenes could have a soundtrack, this would be the Theme of Logan right now.

Scene/ vignette 6

Late October, early November Earth-10005 Apartment 17

All storm no calm

When Althea woke up that morning, it was earlier than usual. She remembered Wade had gotten in late the night before, he had got the money from the job but apparently it was a disaster something about the subject being a diplomat AND a drug kingpin. There was a shoot out and it fucked up one of his suits... at least thats what she remembers Wade has a habit of chattering incessantly and she stopped listening after she got the money for this months bills, wishing Logan was still awake so she could deflect his attention to him.

Logan and Wade were still in their full-size bed on the other side of the room. She could hear them both snoring well, not necessarily snoring for Logan. The low humming sound coming from him might be described as... purring but not like a house cat, this sound is definitely different, deeper, and somehow more masculine to Al's acute ears. The room was split in two, like a bad sitcom with a line painted down the middle, as if she could see it, she could feel it but it was silly of wade to do regardless "We're never getting our fucking deposits back" Althea being blind was spared the indignity of navigating around a curtain. "Mother fucker I can't see you, you could be undressed right now and the only way I'd know is the smell of cordite and swamp ass being slightly stronger" she told wade when he suggested a curtain, Al always got dressed in the bathroom anyway. She proceeded with her normal morning routine shower, coffee, cigarette...

Mary puppens had jumped out of bed shortly after her shower. She fed her, and they both sat on the couch to enjoy what they thought would be a relatively peaceful morning. That was a misconception soon broken. An hour or two after the boys got up Wade was info dumping to Logan over breakfast about how his mission went and how much he missed him ordinary stuff right down to when Logan stabbed Wade in the wrist when he tried to steal a piece of bacon off Logans plate "bub, I fried an entire package this morning; why don't you get more from the servings plate instead of stealing mine?" Wade just shrugs and smiles. You know Logan, I'd tell you to just put enough on your plate for you and him both, but he'd suddenly stop doing it. Wade picked this moment to let Logan know that things didn't go well with Vanessa.

The fight that happened after that wasn't pretty. Althea did her best to give them privacy. She went out to the fire escape to have a cigarette, but with her hearing, she heard enough even though she was trying not to. The door slammed, heavy quick running footsteps got quieter... she finished her cigarette, took a deep breath, and walked in.

She could hear Wade on the couch, sobbing quietly. She walked over to her friend like she had many times in the past sat down next to him and literally gave him a shoulder to cry into. After half an hour, he stood up. Dog in hand, walked to the kitchen gathered things and walked to the room. "Al I'll be in the room. Please take any messages for me" he'd been in there the entire day.

Al had nowhere to go that day and just hung around the house. She cleaned up what she could watched (listened to) TV and hoped Logan would be home soon. A hope dashed as the day wore on in to the late evening. She heard a knock in the door. For half a second she'd hoped it was Logan, back to patch things up. But remember he wouldn't knock, he'd walk in. Who is it?

She called to the door "Vanessa can i come in?" Of course she said as she unlocked the door with its chain, sliding bolt, and deadbolt lock that came standard with all New York apartments. "Is Wade home" he is he's in the room. Vanessa started walking to the bedroom door.

I wouldn't go in there, Vanessa. Him and Logan had it out this morning he's been hauled up in there with the dog crying, binge eating, and watching Supernatural all day. "He always did like Dean she said with a smirk. Let's hope he doesn't start cooking, last time he was upset like this he cooked a literal metric fuck ton of pancakes, it reeked of maple syrup for week's and we had to clean the uneaten ones with a shovel. We had to rent a dumpster Al." Al shuddered at the thought. She knew all too well how extreme his coping mechanisms could be...

"Is Logan around? I've got a bone to pick with him since I'm here. " No, he ran out. I've tried calling him. Vanessa, it's almost midnight I... at that moment Wade walked out of the room "I want you to know your little scene together failed the Bechdel test" he made his way to the kitchen "I'm out of ice-cream and pretzels" Wade, I came here to tell you I'm sorry. I felt bad about it when you went off into the night, "So are we dating again?" No... sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were ok. "Well, thank you, Vanessa, and might I add of the two breakups I've experienced this week... At least you were nice about it." I want you to know that I really do want to be friends. "That sounds nice, and I do sincerely accept. However, I'm going to have to take a raincheck on a trip to Chuck e Cheese. I've mixed a fat rail cheeto dust and cocain that I'm going to shove up my ass Stevie Nicks style and then search for the most disgusting thing I can find on porn hub, Althea please watch the dog. She doesn't need to see this.

Walking away he said "by the way I got a text from Laura, she said our Canadian mounted dick head was up at the X Mansion, the author couldn't figure out how to shoe horn that little tidbit in there. Goodnigh, and try to talk about something other than a man, there's going to be mean comments" he walked in to the room gently, placed Dogpool outside the door, and slowly shut it behind him. "Sorry, sweetie, Daddy needed some alone time," Vanessa... yes, Al... let's take the dog for a walk and maybe get something to eat from the Halal Guys cart... I don't want to hear what's about to happen. Good idea, me neither... let's go.

*Bonus*

Before they walk out the door, Wade exits the room one last time draped only in a My Little Pony beach towl. "Vanessa, take this." he hands her an envelope. "If you see Freddy Canucker later, give this to him. It's important to the plot, now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to try out this new thing I ordered from bad dragon"

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If you'd like to get into Wade's headspace after the fight I'd invite you to listen to this song.

I'm absolutely committed to the idea Wade is super into Logan biting him.

Bite of the 13th🩸

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Wade's perspective. Late October 2024 Earth-10005

Storms of the heart or the morning after.

Wade woke up early that morning, he wanted to get to the laundromat before business started hopping. also there was a certain comfort to the liminal space that was a business without anyone in it during the early or late hours. Wade's preferred laundromat was located at the corner of 34th and Union Street.

It wasn't necessarily close to the apartment, but the short train ride and walk made for a nice distraction. Distraction is exactly what Wade thought he needed after last night when Vanessa kindly but firmly plunged the metaphorical knife in his heart. Wade knew that was an exaggeration. But for fuck sake hurt people are allowed the occasional hyperbole. He'd spent the evening prior crying in to the upholstery of the couch and Dogpools fur. Logan had gone to bed early or He'd try for some sympathy from logan and bury his face in his furry chest, even if he got stabbed for it, it would distract from the pain in his heart and Al was out with friends or he'd probably try to inflict her with his sorrows too.

Though upset, heartbroken, and depressed he wasn't upset with Vanessa. She's an adult allowed to make her own life decisions and she did her best to be kind. He was a little pissed at his live-in totally not boyfriend "were just friends" room mate/bedfellow who thought Wade hadn't noticed his claw prints all over his little Scheme to set up the two of them.

Wade went along with it because, believe it or not he did still love Vanessa, but he also loved the ball of claws, muscle, and body hair he called Logan. "That's right folks if pegging made you uncomfortable let's have an intellectual conversation about polyamorous relationships with your favorite pansexual mercenary" Wade said this to no one but he knows there's an audience, it's the only thing he knows for sure.

Wade loaded the washing machine and poured in what would be entirely too much oxi clean for normal clothes. Blood might not stain red spandex, but it sure as hell didn't smell great after a few days. He'd go a few doors down, get a bagel, and wait.

The waiting was the worst part of laundry day. It leads to introspective thoughts "almost as if the author of this story wanted me alone and away from home, to torture me with my own thoughts, there's a laundromat 4 blocks away from the apartment! it's more expensive, yeah! But it has a working Galaga machine... Wouldn't want me distracted though... Dick!" *Wade throws his hands in the air in exasperation* he was going to have to let Logan know what happened with Vanessa. He knew that'd upset him, especially since he went to the trouble of setting up a few of what you might call a parody of something like a meet cute. oh it was funny, call the both of us arrange a little get together and suddenly the only people at the Arcade for fun day was Vanessa and I we'd get a text from him saying the L train was having delays or he and Althea just couldn't get a cab to stop for them.

It seemed like Penut wanted us together as badly as Wade wanted to be with her... But the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray, and a lonely little merc sits in Flushing, Queens with his Bagel, his coffee, and time. Time is something that Wade already had in abundance. In the biological sense, he was Immortal. Short of falling in a black hole or some other cosmic power he couldn't die. He knows, he tried to kill himself multiple times. However, more pressing things were coming up that had to be taken care of. The big bag o' money was getting light... Dog food, groceries, date nights, extravagant costumes everything really is expensive, especially in New York and that's before the price of ammunition, new guns to replace the old ones you threw at people when you ran out of ammunition... the bills rack up.

Wade is going to need to take another freelance job soon, he'd agreed to a security detail job last night. the payday was shit compared to something juicy like assassination or corporate espionage stealing prototypes. But it'd get them through the next month. Logan once said to him that he didn't mind the killing. Killing is what he did best. But he wished Wade would take jobs with less morally gray leaning on black implications. Considering this came from a guy who fought the confederacy and Nazis Wade wanted to make what historians and archeologists would call his roommate happy and tried to find such work. Logan to his credit, had been helping and pays his now 3rd of the rent. He picks up odd jobs, day labor stuff. Construction picking up heavy shit. Keeping a low profile. at least he listened to Wade about that.

Logan was accustomed to hard physical labor and it seemed to bring him peace and that is something wade his grateful for. His little Honey badger is even down to one bottle of Jack daniels a week. he really wishes he could talk to him tonight. But after laundry, he'll walk the dog pack a bag and head to Laguardia airport. By the time Logan gets home from work, he'll be on his way to Mexico to guard some diplomat or crime boss, or whatever he didn't read the details, he'd be gone for 48 hours tops. not including layovers. Until then, he'd sit brood, worry, and mourn.

*Bonus scene*

*wade looks up and faces what he knows is the audience* "This prick loves drama and a slow burn" it starts to rain outside. Thankfully, a certain thoughtful civil war veteran tucked several tyvek garment bags in Wade's laundry bag for his clean suits. He smiles to himself pulls out his phone to watch some YouTube videos and folds his clothes.

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Logans perspective. October 2024 Earth-10005

you don't think trauma just goes away overnight, do ya bub?

Logan sits at the coffee shop, a block away from the apartment he shares with Wade and Althea. Despite how much he likes the two of them, he needed a break for a bit that afternoon... She, Wade, and the gang were watching a golden girls marathon, which isn't exactly a quiet affair. They fucking get in to it like it's a rocky horror picture show, they have costumes, props and know all the lines, Wade Puts on a frilly house coat like Blanche's in the opening credits Yukio, Shatter star and Peter usually show up at some point too, where the fuck Peter found that black sequin ball gown that fit is beyond him. Yukio brought Cheesecake and apologized for Negasonics absence but to polite to say the reason was Negasonic also couldn't handle golden girls' marathons "its just too fucking much for me Yukio"

When she got there, Logan was already on his way out. He greeted her, and she, in her usual bubblegum personality. returned his greeting with "HI LOGAN." I'm heading out for a bit. I'll see you in a few hours if you're still here. *She makes a comically sad face at him* "BYE LOGAN" ... Bye, Yukio.

It was a pleasant day for October, in the 60s and 70s most of the day. The neighborhood in which they all lived wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst. the coffee shop was called Parisi. It was in and of itself kind of out of place for this street. It was a more local feeling artisan coffee shop. A place where coffee nerds discussed origin, roast, and proper brewing temperature in fine detail, its decor screamed Gentrification, and so did the prices. "You're not in Starbucks anymore," Wade had said to him the first time he took Logan there the first time on a trip around the city, showing him some of his favorite spots. Logan ordered a pumpkin spice coffee (wade insisted that if he was going to leave he had to try this seasonal specialty.)

It was entirely to sweet for his liking, but definitely understood why wade would like it. He normally would have gotten a black coffee. The bitter matches his soul he drily jokes to himself, but he wanted to be a good sport and honestly tell Wade he tried it. Sitting at one of the sidewalk tables, he observes the world around him.

After all, this world is new to him. some things are the same, somethings rhyme for lack of a better word. For instance, this road and much of this part of town remind Logan of Vancouver, British Columbia. But all the US flags are a dead giveaway that this is indeed the United States. he's relatively certain this is Indeed New York, especially since Yukio commuted from Westchester county to see Wade. A few things are completely different, to his knowledge the fall seasonal flavor was carmel cinnamon not whatever the hell pumpkin spice was, also there was no Wade in his world, or if there was, he died in that terrible holocaust of Mutants, not even the so called Mutates were spared.

So many died Logan shutters at the thought and the guilt he still feels. He's been in this universe for a total of roughly 4 months. After the events of the time ripper Logan was indeed ready to walk away again. But then Wade called him back, invited him to his home, and took him in. Logan couldn't explain it, but when Wade called out his name, he could feel a tugging in his chest begging him to go back, pleading with him to stay with the red suited miscreant he'd mostly unwilling spent the last several days with... when he walked in that door the fist time and met Althea. It felt like home.

Logan hadn't felt at home in at least 100 years but more importantly he felt something deeper. Logan knew what that feeling was. love, and it terrified him.

Kurt once told Logan that love was patient. Love was kind. Logan knew that was bullshit. Love could be obsessive, violent, and most importantly, dangerous. Everyone Logan had truly loved in his past had died, some of which he was directly responsible for through selfish negligence and the overwhelming urge he had to be a "lone wolf"... but now on this autumn day. By himself on a quiet (for New York) afternoon he was confronted with his thoughts and feelings. He loved that chatterbox, scars and all. But he couldn't bring himself to tell him.

he'd rationalized it as "there just friends" friends in a weird living situation any time it came up. He also knew it's why he'd been pushing so hard in the background for Wade to date Vanessa. Playing a cruel cupid to spare his own complicated feelings. Despite sleeping in the same bed as Wade, they hadn't done anything sexual since that time in the car in the void. Though for Logan, he could explain that away. He remembered talking to *yelling at* Wade about it. "That was a one-time thing, bub. we we're both full of adrenaline, hate, and feelings, and it doesn't take a psychologist to know we were just getting some toxins out of our system!

I'll share a bed with you only because that couch is uncomfortable as fuck and it makes the dog happy. But you so much as reach a finger over the middle I'll cut it off and shove it down your throat" "kinky" wade scoffed at the time. Before putting on his hello kitty pants and favorite Taylor Swift shirt and getting ready for bed, satisfied that he'd convinced his *Buddy* to be closer to him... for the sake of the dog, of course.

It was true about Mary Puppens though, at precisely 10 pm every night if both of them were home she'd go to the room jump up on the bed and howl for 10 to 20 minutes until Both of them got in bed. comfortably snuggling between both of them in the bed she'd relax and go to sleep. Wade would play on his phone a little longer and Logan would immediately pass out. Life at apartment 17 was strange, but it was Home, that much Logan would admit to himself.

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Vignette/Scene 3

September 1st 2024 Earth-10005

Settling in, but the rent is due.

Wade had been gone for about 4 days at that point, Al told Logan this was normal and it kept the lights on, not that she used them she said with a little self deprecating humor. That evening Wade opened the door big bag in hand. "ALTHEA I GOT YOUR MONEY!"

despite being blind, Al was actually a vary independent person capable of handling things on her own especially with the convince of modern technology this included the household budget. But more importantly if it were up to Wade... it's not that he wouldn't pay the bills, its he wouldn't remember to do it on time. So Al took care of the bills finances and just told Wade how much she needed every month. Al walked over to wade,

"I Need $3290 total thats your half of the rent, utilities and all the fucking streaming platforms you keep subscribing to"

"I gotta keep up with my stories AL"

Wade pulled out a stack of cash and handed it to her "keep the change, buy yourself something pretty to look at"

Then Wade walked into the apartment as if everything was normal... Logan confused did what Al didn't... "hey bub where'd all this money come from" Wade then proceeds to tell him a story about stolen horses, spies, contract hits, a cult, Madussa. Apparently God was there... it was bafflingly far-fetched and told at the break neck pace of an excited child telling you about their trip to Disney land... clearly the contract paid and Logan couldn't smell any lies as crazzy as all that sounded. At the end of his story Wade handed him a stack of cash, about five thousand US dollars "Wade, I don't want dirty money and I don't need fuck'n charity" "its not dirty, it was just laundered today! Also, it's not charity. it's necessity.

I love ya kitty cat but you need to buy your own clothes (and stop borrowing mine) and incidentals and and get yourself back on your feet, especially since we're going to need to get you a fake I.D. if you do insist on making an honest living because for the next 5 years, there are technically 2 of you running around with the name J Logan Howlett. Though I'm certain Disney will figure out how to retcon that out later. but until then, take the money"

Logan didn't like his tone but knew he was right, at least about the basics. he begrudgingly took the money and resisted the urge to stab Wade to let him know how truly unhappy he was with the circumstances. money in hand, he walked towards the shared bedroom

"Im making chimi changas for dinner penut" he heard Wade call out behind him as he walked through the door.

Inside he went up to what was once a poorly constructed Kullen dresser drawer set from IKEA. Logan had taken the liberty of fixing it shortly after moving in. He placed the money in a drawer that had a label taped to it written in blue and yellow crayon reading Logan only the a was backward.

Standing there his mind did drift to that other Logan, out there somewhere. Wade insisted the one thing he should never do is look for him or seek him out. he said some nonsense about "back to the future 2 rules". But something about laying low made sense to him though, besides how much he hated to admit it he enjoyed living in the apartment with them even if the little dog and Wade both made obvious overtures that they were desperate for his attention 24/7 I suppose that makes since the dog is basically a version of wade, the difference being he didn't mind her cuddling on his lap that much. It was more problematic when Wade would try to do the same when they'd be sitting together watching TV. Not because the affection was unwanted. Logan knew he loved the goofball and could smell the hormones on Wade, knowing he felt the same. But people who love Logan are always punished somehow some way. for the last 200 years, he had watched every man and woman he dared to love die painful deaths, and even though Wade would probably live as long as Logan, he knew some things are worse than death.

Some deamon from hell some government entitie with a deep black budget would come for Wade just to torment him in front of Logan until they found a way to kill him or Wade hated Logan as deeply as Logan still hates himself.

Tonight after a dinner that he knew was going to test his intestines healing factor he'd watch TV with Wade, give him the small comfort of holding his hand and tell him he should call Vanessa now that he's back.

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Scen/ Vingnnet 2 Vanessa's prospective

Late October, early November Earth-10005

Gotta talk to Wade...

The chill of autumn has fully set in. Vanessa's is walking her way to Wade's apartment. 3 days prior at the end of a date she'd told Wade that she'd love to be his friend but didn't think she could be his lover again. After many casual dates at the precistance of Logan she came to the conclusion that getting back together with your ex is always a losing prospect especially after watching said partner spiral into a personal crisis trying to be supportive only to be pushed away.

What she didn't tell him was the thing she knew would hurt him. Being the romantic partner of a mercenary might be exciting, but it's also incredibly dangerous. She'd been kidnapped once (which was terrible Ajax's henchwoman spent the whole time talking about politics and she had genuinely the worst opinions she'd ever heard) and according to wade she was fucking killed at least once. She didn't feel safe living with him. She'd take that to her grave, though. She wasn't in love with Wade anymore, but she certainly didn't want to hurt him. She was on the way there now to extend an olive branch, but also hopefully to get a chance to talk to Logan. He's a sweet guy but he wasn't exactly covert about encouraging Wade to seek out Vanessa's company.

Something was up, especially since Wade told her about the "Honda Odyssey" she wasn't upset about it after all they weren't together, and even then under the right circumstances and agreements she'd probably be ok with it, Vanessa was a very modern girl after all. But she did see the light in Wade's eyes when he recounted his adventure with Logan (in extreme detail, some of which she would have rather he omitted especially the part about "claws" & "new holes") that was an interesting night for any would be eavesdropping patrons at Leo's. that particular dinner of Pineapple and Black olive pizza was enlightening for Vanessa a week later on a trip to the park where they fed ducks (whole grain corn Wade was very specific and occasionally violent towards other patrons who dared to feed his sweet babies white bread)

Wade ended the night by asking her if she'd like to get back together with him "officially, not just casually... unless it was Chappell Roans casual. " Vanessa did her best to let him down easy. Wade was hurt regardless, but he was a gentleman he walked Vanessa home. Only when she got to the door cold she see the tears he was holding back welling up in his eyes. "I'm sorry wade". he said "I'll be ok" before he quickly turned around and prayed for rain. Everyone already looks at him he doesn't want the general public to see him crying like a bitch on the street. Cut to now with this memory fresh in her head. Vanessa's knocks on the door of Apartment 17.

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Ok, to start with... this is the first thing I've ever written. I had ideas, and hopefully, you think it made for a decent story. I apologize in advance if it gets stream of consciousness-y or the prospective changes in a confusing way. I later utilize colord text to help with that.

That being said, here is a broad content warning. Drama, denial, smut near the end.

First you gotta get through the Prologue.

Vignette/ Scene 1

Logans' perspective Earth-10005 year 2024

Prologue

It's not like Logan doesn't know that Wade is madly in love with him. But he's so broken emotionally. he's not necessarily against the idea of being with a man, he's been with a few. after 200+ years you've done some things and variety is the spice of life as they say, though for Logan the last 30 years have been a bitter life, there was no Wade in his universe not that he knew of and when that little red monster grabbed him out of that bar he had no friends, only a trail of regrets and bodies and the dispare that comes with desperately wanting to kill yourself but being unable to because you're functionally immortal. His own hurt and self-loathing made him feel undeserving of love, thats why at that party months ago he told Wade "Give me the dog, talk to the girl" Logan thought to himself that if he could wing man the little gremlin on to Vanessa and encourage them to repair their relationship it would get him out of "danger" it was technically a move that was both altruistic and selfish he could spare himself the work and introspection necessary to love someone romantically but still be a friend to his new buddy whom he so recently saved an entire universe with. That's how he was justifying it anyway.

However, fate and the universe make fools of us all. Logan didn't know that damn time ripper had a side effect, holding hands in that underground room nutralizing the power of the cosmos, exchanging atomic mass. It linked the two of them together... permanently.

Scene 2

make out sessions with the bf xxx

Been alittlewhile but the homo grind never stops ‼️‼️