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"You kinda remind me of one of those," Wade pointed at the television he was watching from where he was lounging on the couch one afternoon.

"Remind you of what?" Logan asked, not really caring what the answer would be as he flipped through the magazine he was reading while sitting beside his roommate.

"The terminator. You know, looks human but is metal on the inside while being an unstoppable killing force."

Logan was listening just enough to hear that as he frowned and dropped his magazine down to glare at the other mutant.

"I am human, idiot. Just 'cause my bones are covered in metal doesn't make me a cyborg. That's two very different things. Besides it's just a movie and not even real."

Wade completely ignored him, being enamored by his own increasingly ridiculous thoughts.

"So if you're a terminator...," Wade gasped in excitement, "Then that must make me Sarah Connor!"

Logan couldn't have rolled his eyes harder if he tried.

"You're not Sarah Connor, Wade. And I'm not a fuckin' robot."

"How can I be so sure? How do I know that you haven't been sent here from the future to kill me?" Wade leaned away from him on the couch and squinted back at him suspiciously as Logan sighed, not sure why he was entertaining Wade's crazy thought train today.

"Because I would've done it a long fuckin' time ago, that's how. Besides, YOU kidnapped ME. YOU brought ME here, against my will might I add. So shut the fuck up with your paranoid bullshit."

A scene then came on to the screen where several rounds of bullets were unloaded into the Schwarzenegger terminator as he kept advancing without so much as slowing down.

"See? That right there. The terminator doesn't even flinch when he gets shot," Logan argued as he pointed at the action on the television.

"Neither do you, buttercup."

"Sure, I do. You know that even with a healing factor that shit still hurts! What I'm saying is the terminator doesn't feel anything. No pain, no feelings, nothing. They don't have brains, and they don't have nerves. They're pure machine covered in synthetic skin. Completely fabricated. A walking computer," he explained his own thoughts while Wade took it all into consideration.

"Hmmm, you do have a point there. I agree that you definitely are a sensitive guy," the merc nodded, his words making Logan tilt his head in confusion and give a doubting snort.

"Well I don't exactly lay all my feelings out to share with you, so I think you're a little off with calling me a 'sensitive guy'."

"No no, I mean you are literally sensitive. To being touched. Especially when I do something like this...," Wade's hand shot over and his wiggling fingers dug into Logan's belly as the man immediately folded like a lawn chair with a hollering laugh accompanying it.

Wade then pulled his hand back; a pleased grin plastered on his face.

"See? Very sensitive."

Logan recovered from the brief attack and ended up shrugging his shoulders.

"Alright well you can use that argument then. Proves I'm not a fuckin' robot like I've already said twelve times. Satisfied now?"

"I'm still not convinced. What if- ," Wade gasped in horror, "What if you're not really you and were replaced by a terminator who is planning to unalive me and you knew I would test you out to prove that you aren't really one by tickling you so you learned how to fake your reaction to it so that I would be thrown off by your disgusting lies!"

Logan only stared blankly at Wade for a moment with his eyebrow raised before shaking his head at the absolute vomit of words that had just spewed out of his mouth.

"Seriously, where the fuck do you keep all this nonsense inside your head? Makes me wonder how you got this far in life without winding up being locked away in a padded room somewhere."

"It's a natural gift, really. Not everyone is capable of such a level of fuckery as I am. But okay, I guess I believe that you're not really a robot after all."

"Finally," Logan threw his hands up in relief and picked up his magazine to start trying to get back into it, "And here I thought I was gonna have to deal with your stupid ass conspiracy theories all evening."

"Mmmm yes, stupid indeed. But still..........A little more testing could really set it in stone for me," Wade smirked and poked the unsuspecting Logan in the ribs as he snorted and unintentionally ripped the magazine in two before scooting away.

"Hey, it's already been proven, alright? You can clearly see that I'm still ticklish, which is something a robot would not be. Now lay off," he grumbled as he tossed the damaged magazine aside and rubbed at his freshly poked ribs.

"I'm sorry, but I can't risk it. Blind Al would murder me if she knew I let a killer robot into the house to live with us. I need to be 100% positive in this. Now hold still, this will only take maybe, oh I don't know.....twenty minutes," Wade teased as he made a grab for the other man who tried to jump back and ended up miscalculating his move and falling off the couch.

Wade eyed his target up and down who was wearing nothing but a simple wifebeater tank top and sweatpants, quickly taking the opportunity to pounce him on the floor before he could get up.

"No, get off! Wilson, I'm serious! Don't you daahaahaare," Logan was already starting to giggle as he pushed back at the other mutant, though not nearly as hard as he could have.

He didn't know why, but he always got this involuntary giddy feeling whenever he knew that Wade was about to tickle him. He figured it was his brain's way of assuring him that it was nothing to be afraid of, even though it would result in him wanting nothing more than to get away.

The sight of Logan giggling before he was even touched could always make Wade get the goofiest grin on his face. He thought it was absolutely adorable.

"Awww, are you so ticklish that just thinking about it gets you all giggly? To be honest, I don't think a robot is capable of that kind of reaction. I guess you really are telling the truth after all, aren't you?"

Despite it, Wade couldn't resist scribbling his fingers along Logan's sides to get him squirming and laughing without restraint.

"Of cohohourse I ahahaham- Hehehehehahahaah- ya fuckihihihing ihihidiot!" Logan laughed while rolling on his back and taking useless swipes at Wade's hands.

"For the record I'm not tickling you because I think you're a robot. I'm tickling you because why not?" He tried shimmying his hands up into the armpits, but Logan had his arms locked down tight to keep him from going any higher, "C'moooooon, let me in. My hands are nice, I promise. They just want to play with your fun little armpits."

"Noohohoo! Nehehehever!" Logan shook his head firmly and only clamped his arms even tighter in his determination to keep Wade out of the sensitive area.

Wade sighed dramatically with a faked pout, tickling harder into Logan's bottom ribs to make him throw his head back with a loud, deep laugh.

"Well that's disappointing, but I understand. Besides, I know a spot that's currently wide open....," he brought his hands down to his hips, easily feeling through his shirt to find the V-line on his lower stomach and burying his thumbs into the crevices.

Logan snorted loudly before breaking into hysterical giggles and squeals as Wade knowingly savaged his most ticklish spot

"AAHAAhaaha! Nohohot th- thahahat ahahalready!" He barely managed words between his wild laughter and gasps for air until Wade decided to let him free a minute later.

"I'll go easy on you today being that I mistakenly identified you as a robot. Next time though, I probably won't be feeling so charitable so lower your expectations," Wade smiled as he climbed off of his friend and helped him off the floor.

"Maybe ya oughta lay off the science fiction movies for a while, bub. They always seem to put some ridiculous ideas inside your head," Logan smirked and pulled his shirt back down into place as Wade just nodded.

"Maybe you're right. I can't believe I just accused you of being a robot. Hah! Could you imagine?"

"Exactly. Sounds pretty stupid when you spell it out like that, doesn't it?" Logan shook his head as he started to leave the room.

"Yeah, stupid. Stupidest thing I've ever heard," Wade laughed and started picking up the pillows knocked off from the couch in their tussle.

"Sarah Connor..."

Wade immediately whipped his head around to the exaggerated deepened Austrian voice to see Logan pointing a finger gun at him.

"I'll be back," he smirked as he "fired" his gun.

"Terminator!" Wade shouted with wide eyes, pointing at him in accusation.

"Come with me if you want to live," Logan continued with his imitation of the terminator as he laughed and took off running with Wade vaulting over the couch to go tearing after him

"Do you think we'll have time to check out that abandoned diner again? You know....Relive our first date where we finally started to bond and you were getting lit off of rubbing alcohol and - ."

"No games, Wilson. We're here on strict orders so let's just do what we need to do so we can get back home," Logan huffed in irritation as they walked briskly towards a large building in the near distance of the desolate land.

"I am insulted by your implication that I would be anything but professional. Cheer up, I'm just trying to reminisce a bit with you here," Wade slapped him on the back, receiving an annoyed side eye.

"Well I don't like bein' back in this shit hole so let's cut the crap and focus on the mission here," he growled, but that only invited Wade to throw his arm around his shoulders.

"Aw c'mon, you know some of your funnest times were spent here with your best buddy in the whole entire world. Maybe you can fool yourself, but you aren't fooling me, no sir. By the way, glad to see you back in the yellow suit. Now I don't fell so self-conscious about always wearing mine."

"My suit and that thing you wear are not even comparable, bub. What sorta weirdo gimp convention did you pick that up from anyways?" Logan snorted with a shake of his head as Wade responded with a faked laugh.

"Oooh you wish I was into that kind of thing, don't you? But if that's something you're seriously into then I welcome the possibilities," he sensually rubbed a hand down the body of his own suit, making sizzling noises as he went.

Logan rolled his eyes behind his uniform's mask in disgust, ignoring Wade's further showboating as they continued on their trek through the Void.

They had been sent in by the TVA to do some sweeps of the land and see if there were any other mutants stranded there who were worth returning to their timeline. They hadn't turned up anything yet with Logan just seeing it all as a waste of time, but regardless here they were.

They finally found themselves standing in front of the tall, warehouse looking building as they sized it up.

"Now this looks like a good hide-out for some more resistance fighters. You think we'll find anyone in there?" Wade asked as Logan stepped forward and grabbed a hold of the large, sliding door.

"Only one way to find out," he grunted while heaving the heavy door open with it making loud, screeching noises as it slid over.

"Olly olly oxen free!" Wade yelled inside with a hand to his ear as they waited a few moments and only heard silence, "Guess no one's home. Or maybe they're just feeling shy."

They stepped inside as Logan took a careful look around at their surroundings, sniffing at the air for detection of any possible life forms.

"Seems deserted to me. Guessing this place hasn't seen use in a very long time," he assessed as he noted the light layer of dust on all of the industrial looking machinery scattered throughout the inside of the building, "Alright, I've seen enough. Let's keep movin'."

"You're probably right. Let's head on over to the- Ooooh! What's that over there?" Wade pointed at something inside the building while he practically skipped away out of sight.

"Goddammit....Wade!" Logan sighed in annoyance as he flipped his mask back to improve his line of sight and followed Wade further into the building

He found the other man hunched beside a medieval looking chair with restraints running up and down it as he blew some of the dust off.

"Look at this little contraption. What do you think this was used for? Pretty kinky if I do say so myself."

Seeing the various restraints strapped all along the chair made Logan feel very uneasy.

"This place looks like some kinda freakish laboratory. Probably experimenting on mutants if I had to guess. So don't touch anything," Logan growled as he eyed the various equipment around them warily, giving him flashbacks to the times he'd been a victim of such things.

"Oh, don't be afraid, Pepaw. This stuff looks like it's been out of service for a really long time. It's not like it's just going to jump up and get you," Wade crawled his fingers up Logan's arm like a spider as the bigger man slapped his hand away and glared at him.

"Well I don't like it one damn bit. Now you've done enough foolin' around so let's get the fuck out of here. This place gives me the creeps," Logan muttered and shook off the shiver down his back.

"Aw what's your hurry? Just because we're on the job doesn't mean we can't have a little fun," Wade proposed as he excitedly eyed all the various pulley systems and shiny buttons all around them before his eyes landed on a large lever that was sticking out of the nearby wall.

"Fine. You can stay and fuck around all you want. I'll be outside," Logan rolled his eyes as he turned to walk back the way they had come in.

"Hey! Hey Wolvie! Look look look!"

Logan sighed heavily as he turned back around to see what Wade was blabbering about now and was annoyed to see him with his hand grasping the end of the menacing looking lever.

"Check this out. I'm a mad scientist," Wade giggled as he tried his best Dr. Frankenstein impression, "It's alive, Igor! It's ALIIIIVE!"

"Wade, don't you dare pull that- ."

Wade pulled down on the lever and a large table instantly sprang up underneath Logan through the floor, prompting him to yelp in surprise as restraints quickly secured him down by his wrists and ankles before he even knew what was happening.

They both were silent for a minute as they tried to process exactly what had just happened before Logan finally took a deep breath as he closed his eyes in calming

"Wade......Didn't I tell you not to touch anything?"

"Yes, but only twice! You know I need to be told at least three times. Besides I didn't think any of this old junk would actually still work," Wade snorted as he kicked the side of the table and suddenly the machinery around them groaned and began whirring to life.

Logan's eyes widened in alarm as he looked around at all the lighting and movement that had been activated.

"What the fuck did you do?! You just turned the damn thing on!"

"I didn't mean to! How was I supposed to know that was going to jump start everything?! I'm not a mechanic, Logan!"

Logan released his claws, intending to cut himself free but with his wrists restrained like they were with his arms extended straight out from his body the sharp blades were of no use. He then strained all of his now bulging muscles against the cuffs that were binding him in an attempt to break through them with little results.

"Dammit! I can't get loose! You got me into this, you dumb fuck, now get me out!"

"I don't know how!" Wade shouted back as he frantically looked around the table for a way to disable it.

"Well figure it the fuck out and fast! Or so help me- !" Logan paused his angry rant as he heard compartments on the sides of the table hiss open and mechanical limbs began to emerge.

Two slender rods with what looked like needles at the ends began slowly extending in on either side of his head as Logan started to panic.

"Wade!! Fuckin' turn it off!!" He shouted in terror as he had flashbacks of similar appendages being used on him for the adamantium bonding procedure as they now closed in on him, "It's- It's gonna- AAAHHHHHRRRGGG!!"

Wade quickly turned his head away as Logan started to scream, not wanting to see the gory aftermath of what was to befall his friend.

Though after merely a few moments Logan's initial scream had dissolved into small and confused grunts of protest, and Wade finally got the nerve to look and see what was actually happening.

Imagine the shock on his face when it was revealed that small, fluffy feathers had sprouted out from the ends of the appendages and were now teasing at the insides of Logan's ears.

"Wha- ?! The fuck is this?!" Logan flicked his head around and attempted to grit his teeth to hold back the giggles building up in his chest.

Wade walked up and bent over to squint at the activity going on beside Logan's head.

"Are those feathers? Is this thing.....tickling you?" Wade couldn't help snickering at how they had both been panicking moments ago just to end up with this literally laughable situation.

"Quit laughin', moron, and get me outta this shit!" Logan snarled, switching back and forth between pressing each side of his head into his shoulders for defense.

"Hehe, I didn't know you had ticklish ears. How fun! I'll be adding that one to the ol' arsenal for future frolic."

"And I'll be adding my claws to your asshole if you don't do somethin'! NOW!"

"Okay okay," Wade chuckled as he now noticed a control panel beside the table that also had a monitor screen attached to it, walking over to it as the screen showed an outline of the man strapped to the table, "Huh. Looks like it did a full body scan of you. The area around your ears is currently illuminated."

"Fuckin' fascinating! Now turn it the fuck ohohoff!" Logan barked with giggles starting to creep out of him as the feathers traced the sensitive outer shells of his ears.

"Sorry, none of these controls are labeled. I don't see any big, red emergency stop button like you always see in the movies either. Hmmm....," Wade pondered and surveyed the collection of buttons, knobs and switches before him, "Do you think there's like, maybe an operator's manual or something laying arou- ."

"WADE!!"

"Alright alright, I guess I will just have to go with the scientifically always foolproof method of selection....," Wade then put a hand over his eyes while hovering his pointed finger above the controls, "Eenie meenie miney mo."

With that he pressed a random button and the rods that were tormenting Logan's ears retracted back into the table as the machine fell silent.

Logan was surprised to find that that had worked as he smiled and let out a sigh of relief, rubbing the lingering itch from his ears against his shoulders.

"Hey. Ya did it. Ya actually did it."

Wade stood up tall with pride though was surprised himself that he had chosen the correct button.

"Of course I did! That'll teach you to ever doubt my intellectual prowess. I think an apology is in order for all of my selfless and hard work to- ."

Wade's boasting was cut short as he did a double take when a small flashing light on the monitor got his attention, and with his second look he could see that it was blinking in the outline right around Logan's waistline.

"You're right. I'll give credit where credit is due. Ya did good, bub," Logan nodded before noticing that Wade appeared a little distracted, "Ya listenin' over there? If I'm gonna praise ya then it would be nice if you would pay attention."

"Huh? Oh oh yeah yeah! Thanks for that. Anytime pal! Anytime!" Wade's eyes widened slightly behind his mask, having to hold back a gasp as he watched two mechanical hands silently creep up from under the table unbeknownst to the trapped man.

"Well now that that's over let's get back to figuring out how to open these- AAhaha! What the- ?! Hey! HEY! Are you fuckin' kidding meheeheeheee?! Ahahahaha shihihiiiit!!"

Logan was forced to laugh in dismay as the mechanical hands now tickled aggressively into his lower ribs through his uniform top while he wriggled on the table.

"I thohohohought you stohohopped ihihihiiiit?!"

"I thought so too! Lucky ass tickle machine gets to have all the fun," Wade pouted with jealousy as he wasn't used to seeing Logan squirming in ticklish desperation when he wasn't the one causing it.

"Well try agahahahahahain! Ahahand d- dohon't fuhuhuhuck up thihihis tihihihiiime!"

"Easier said than done. You can't possibly expect me to know what to do here. Besides you've been nothing but a big grump to me ever since we left the house this morning. I'm not so sure I want to help you," Wade crossed his arms with a smirk, obviously teasing but Logan was becoming frantic.

"Okaahaay, I'm sohohorry! Hahahahahaha! Waahahahaade pleeheeheease! Tuhuhurn it ohohoff!" Logan pleaded as the hands seemed to learn and homed in on the extra ticklish spots towards the backside of his ribcage, making him cackle loudly.

"Was that a 'please' AND a 'sorry'? Well that's a start, but okay, I'll see what I can do. Besides this machine is starting to piss me off. Trying to upstage my well-practiced skills like this," he looked over the controls again before shrugging and flipping the nearest toggle switch.

The light on the screen turned off and the hands that had been torturing Logan pulled away from his body as he gratefully sucked in some air.

"What....the fuck....is happening?"

"Well it appears you have fallen victim to a device that has been specially crafted purely for the purpose of tickle torture. A pretty ingenious invention really," Wade mused, highly entertained by these recent events.

"It's ridiculous is what it is. Tickle torture? Who the fuck would create a machine like this?"

"I'm not sure, but I kinda want to take it home with me. Hey, do you think they'd let me- ."

"Not funny, Wade!"

Wade snorted through his snickering.

"Aw c'mon, it was a joke! Besides, you know that no one tickles you but me, Peanut," Wade reached over and poked Logan in his wide-open armpit, making him jump and growl in displeasure.

"Cut it out, asshole! And get me the fuck offa this thing!"

Suddenly the machine begin showing signs of activity again as Logan groaned and dropped his head back.

"Please tell me that's just making noise because it's about to release me."

Wade glanced at the monitor before looking back at his friend.

"Welllll.....do you want me to lie to you? In that case, everything is going to be ooookay," he said slowly and very unconvincingly while giving a half-hearted thumbs up.

"Fuuuuuck. What is it? Is it bad?"

Wade studied the screen again as he came to a realization.

"Hmm, this machine appears to have a certain level of sentience and has the ability to pick up on things, like your reactions and whatever words it hears. It learns and it adapts to tickle you more efficiently. And I think I may have inadvertently tattled on you by tickling your armpit. Oopsies," Wade put his hands up in a shrug, triggering Logan's temper again.

He was about to explode into another angry tirade but the hands that had been tickling his sides earlier now sprang for his armpits as they dug mercilessly into the exposed areas. Logan literally howled as he arched off the table and broke into some of the wildest laughter Wade had ever heard from him.

"Bwwahahahahaha! Fuhuhuhuck! Nooohohohohooo! Haahahahahahaha! Gehehehehet 'em ohohohooff!!" He shrieked, trying desperately to break free with all of his might and pull his arms down.

"I don't know if it's a good idea for me to keep trying. I seem to just be making it worse every time," Wade was hesitant to touch any of the controls, knowing Logan was just going to blame him if anything went wrong again.

"Yoohoohoou gotta doohoohoohooo sohohohohomething!! Gaaahahahahahahahaa! Thihihis ihihisn't fahaahaahaair!" Logan snorted uncontrollably as the hands observed that using a simple two-finger method of probing under his arms made him thrash extra hard.

Logan thought Wade was bad when it came to tickling him, but this was on another level. Wade was always silly and playful about it and knew when he'd had enough, but the machine was completely devoid of any kind of mercy. It accurately pinpointed his most sensitive spots and didn't let up for a second.

"Waaahaaahaahaaahaade!!"

"You know I've always longed to hear you screaming my name so passionately. Alright, I'll give it another try," he then broke into a mischievous smile, "But first I wanna hear you say that you love me."

"Whaahahahahat?!"

"Yup. And you had better mean it."

"Fuhuhuhuck yoohoou, ya prihihihiick!"

"Close, but not quite. It's either that or be tickled to death. I know I know, such a tough decision," Wade tsked, knowing he had Logan's back against the wall.

Logan really couldn't take anymore as the merciless fingers raked up and down his armpits and along the sensitive sides of his chest just at the edges of the large pec muscles.

"Okaahahahaay! HaahahahahahaDahahahaammit! I lo-hahahahaha love yoohoohooou!"

"No lie? Best friends forever?"

"Yesyes!! Forehehehehever!" Logan managed to squeal out before Wade hit another random combination of buttons and the hands withdrew again.

"Awww I love you too, my sweet little honey badger," Wade made a heart shape with his hands, but Logan couldn't be bothered with it at the moment.

"Whaaa.....Whatever.....As long as.....there's no more.....ticklin'....."

"You don't mean forever, right? Because I can tell you right now that that is never happening. You know I get too many urges to make you giggle your cute little head off."

"Sadly....I'd take you any day....over this," Logan admitted as he got his breath back, "So it's done, right? That's it?"

"Don't worry. I'm pretty sure that I finally....," Wade paused as he saw another light flashing on the screen, this time on an area that Logan absolutely could not stand to be tickled, "Uhhhm.....Uh oh..."

Logan's face fell in complete and utter dismay at hearing Wade say that.

"Oh fuck no. 'Uh oh'?! Whaddya mean 'Uh oh'?!?!"

"I mean, hypothetically....you're not that ticklish on your tummy, right?"

"WHAT?!?!" His eyes widened, seeing the mechanical hands raise again and move in on their target as he started to thrash around like crazy, "NO!! No no, not there! Anywhere but there! Wade, ya gotta stop it!"

"But it might tickle you even worse if I try! Are you certain it's worth the risk?"

"I don't see much of a choice at this poHoHOhOHohOint! Fuck! Fuhuhuhuhuuuck! Aaaahahahahahah! Staahahahahaap iiiiit!" Logan instantly exploded into uncontrollable laughter as the hands began massaging into his hardened belly.

Wade couldn't help just watching for a little while, always amused by how ridiculously ticklish the tough mutant proved to be. Logan might disagree but it was nice to hear him laugh and see a smile on his face even if it did have to be tortured out of him.

"I gotta say, it's kind of funny that despite that suit of yours being a thick and protective layer it's still pretty easy to tickle you through it. At least you have it though. Imagine how bad it would be if you didn't have it...," Wade stupidly remarked, forgetting that the machine was capable of adapting.

An extra hand came forward and grabbed the bottom of Logan's uniform top as it pulled it up and held it back to completely expose the bare, hairy skin of his stomach. The mindless fingers immediately buried themselves in as they kneaded into the sculpted muscles that were absolutely useless at defending from tickles.

"YOOOUUU IHIHIHIHIDIOHOHOHOHOHOOT!!" Was all Logan could get out before he was overwhelmed by his inability to stop laughing as the intensity of the sensations went up a level.

"Whoops. Hehe, guess I really fucked you over on that one. Hang in there, buddy. I promise we'll get this all figured out. Just bear with me here....," Wade tried to assure him as he had to decide what his next move would be with the controls.

"HUHUHURRY UHUHUUUUP! I CAAHAAHAAN'T TAHAHAAKE- !" Logan lost his voice to a breathless wheeze, gasping helplessly as his sensitive V-line was discovered and now decimated with all of the tickle attention.

Wade turned to look to see what had caused that response from Logan and watched how the hands pried and wiggled into the hyper-ticklish valleys that separated his lower abdominal muscles. He had lovingly nicknamed that as Logan's "death spot" because of how quickly the man would fall apart whenever it was even breathed on.

Logan was now erupting between loud guffaws and long-winded wheezing as he squirmed his hips in attempts to dislodge the hands though they had proved to be more than relentless. His face was beet red with his nose scrunched from all his laughter and tears squeezing from his eyes as the most ticklish spot on his whole body was attacked with precision.

He was more than relieved when only a few seconds later the hands all pulled away from him once again when Wade had tried another combination of switches and dials. This round was going to take him a little longer to recover from as he greedily gulped down air.

"Waaa.....Wade.....This thing.....is....gonna........kill me......," he panted, wanting nothing more than to protectively cover his still vulnerable stomach with his arms.

"Ahh looks like you're finally taking the power of this 'ridiculous' machine a little more seriously now. And I have a feeling it has the potential to be a lot worse than what it's shown so far. Never fear though, Wade Wilson is on the job to get you out of this," Wade declared with a grin that only made Logan groan.

"Well you've done a real bang-up job so far," he rolled his eyes sarcastically before a whimper escaped him when he heard the machine kick on again, "Oh fuck, what now?"

Surprisingly only a few feathers now emerged and started swirling and swishing around his neck, which sent him into a crazed giggle fit, though he was at least able to scrunch his neck down into his uniform's collar for a little protection.

"Heheheehehee- Fuhuhuckin' hell! At leeheeast thihiis time it's not th-thahahaahaat bahaahaad! Pr-Pretty tahahahaame actually."

No sooner had he said that that the feathers promptly pulled back, and hands appeared as they held Logan's legs down below his knees while others got busy rapidly undoing the straps on his tall boots.

"....Okay, that one wasn't my fault this time," Wade was quick to point out as Logan broke into a panic as he realized what was happening.

The cuffs around his ankles temporarily retracted while his legs were held in place so the boots could be stripped off, revealing a large pair of very tender looking feet before the restraints wrapped around his ankles again.

"Wait! Shit! I didn't mean it! D-Don't! Don't touch my feet!"

Wade cringed, knowing how unbearably ticklish Logan's feet were. He himself was rarely able to tickle him there because of how hard the man would kick in reaction, resulting in Wade suffering many injuries from trying.

Unfortunately, once the machine was already set in motion to a perceived command it was unable to be swayed. Each foot got the attention of two hands as they scratched and scribbled at his soles, tickling up and down the fleshy lengths from the balls of his feet to his heels.

Logan completely lost it as he bucked and laughed hysterically, his feet writhing as much as possible against the tickling assault while yanking with all his might at the restraints on his ankles. A few reckless kicks were usually able to get anyone away who dared trying to tickle his feet, but this time he was unable to escape.

He could only laugh helplessly and tried curling his toes for some protection but the hands just held his toes back so evil fingers could dig into the untouched spaced underneath them, making him release a series of uncharacteristic squeals that Wade had never heard from him before.

"Hang on, Logan! I'll save you!" Wade shouted as he turned to the control panel and frantically started pressing every dial, button and knob that he could see, trying to overload the system to get it to shut down.

Though while he was doing that a message saying "No Breaks Mode Now Activated" scrolled across the screen as Wade let out a short, high-pitched scream when he read it before hearing Logan scream even louder.

He looked to see that a dozen extra mechanical hands had come out of the table as well as the feathers from earlier to descend on the poor mutant all at once, attacking full-bore on every spot he'd been tickled before.

"THIHIHIS IS FUHUHUHUCKING INSAAHAAHAAHAAANE!" Logan screamed through his out-of-control laughter, fighting with every bit of energy he had left to escape.

Wade wasn't sure what to do now. He didn't know how he was supposed to disable this seemingly unstoppable machine.

It had been funny at first to see Logan in this situation, but now it was clearly taking it too far. This machine wasn't doing this for the enjoyment of it. It was simply programmed to tickle its subject beyond their limits likely for interrogation purposes.

Wade however liked to tickle for fun. Because he liked to make others laugh and see joy radiating from their faces, especially that of his frequently grumpy companion. Logan didn't particularly like being tickled, but he knew Wade's intentions came from a good place and allowed it, despite him always acting otherwise.

Really it didn't bother him that much, and he even tended to have some fun with it, especially once he had learned that Wade was also very ticklish and started tickling him back. Tickle fights between them were much more common these days and Wade wouldn't trade these good times for anything.

"FUHUHUHUUCK!! WAAHAAHAAADE MAHAHAAKE IT STOHOHOHOOOP!!"

Logan's desperate cry got his attention again as he looked to see tears streaming down the man's cheeks as he was literally tickled all over from head to toe.

Wade suddenly was overcome with a feeling that could only be construed as a form of jealousy as something inside of him just snapped. Before he could even comprehend what he was doing, he had pulled his katanas out of their sheaths on his back and started slicing at the control panel.

The adamantium blades made quick work of reducing it all to a twisted pile of metal as Wade turned his fiery attention to the table and quickly cut all of the tickling arms and appendages in two, sending everything crashing onto the floor in a broken heap.

Wade stood there poised protectively over the half-incapacitated man, daring anything else to try coming at him again. There was only the buzzing and crackling of the disabled mechanical circuits laying in pieces on the ground and no further movement whatsoever from the now destroyed machine.

It was a minute before Logan was even able to find his voice again as he looked up at Wade in unconcealed astonishment.

"Wade......," he croaked out weakly as Wade re-sheathed his swords and hovered closer to him to hear what he had to say.

"ShhhShhhShhh, don't talk now. Save your strength. And once you've got your breath back then you can thank me- Aaargh! Fuck!" Wade shouted as he now had Logan's claws lodged into his stomach, standing right in front of where his hand had been restrained.

"Are you....tellin' me.....you...had those....this entire.....time?"

Logan was doing his best to deliver a dangerous glare though some of the severity was lost in his weakened state as Wade just laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Haha! I know, right? I totally forgot about them in all this excitement. But look at it this way, now we have a memorable story to share when we get back home!"

Wade grunted as Logan retracted his claws out of him.

"Wade, listen to me very closely. No one, and I mean no one is going to hear about this. Ya got it?"

"Awww okay fine, you buzzkill. I guess it'll just be a fond little memory for the two of us then," Wade nudged him playfully before pulling one of his swords back out, "Let's get you out of this. Be still now. I don't want to accidentally cut you."

"I don't care if ya cut my damn hands off, just get me offa this table," Logan growled and with a couple of well-aimed swipes the cuffs on his wrists were broken away.

He immediately brought his arms down in relief as he slowly sat up and tried to process the torture session he'd just gone through. Wiping the tears off of his blush-burnt cheeks he was annoyed to find the laughter induced endorphins swirling in his head, so he wasn't feeling as bad as he tried to make out. It had been torture, but not the worst he'd ever experienced.

He really couldn't be that mad at Wade either. Sure, he was his irritating and provoking self during the whole process and just ended up making things worse, but in the end, he was only trying to help. And aside from his pride, he was relatively unscathed from it all so really no harm done.

"Well you're gonna have to lay off with the ticklin' for at least a year now. I think I more than filled my quota with that one."

Wade looked up in shock to see a crooked smile on Logan's face, surprised that the feral mutant wasn't cursing him out right now. It was a relief to see that Logan wasn't too upset with him.

"Tell you what, I'll give you a day to recover because I'm a nice guy. I don't want to spoil you with too much leniency," he smirked back as Logan sighed and shook his head.

"Can't blame me for tryin'. Thanks, I guess. Now go find my boots for me, would ya? Then we can get outta this place and put it far behind us."

Wade nodded as he glanced around, seeing the boots laying at the base of the table before also noting that Logan's ankles were still cuffed. Logan was too busy shaking the stiff kinks out of his arms to notice Wade moving in close to the end of the table until it was too late.

"Bwaahaahaha! You- You fuhuhuhuhuckeraahahahaha!" Logan burst into hard laughter as Wade tickled his still trapped bare feet, leaning forward to try to swat the man away as he pulled hard to get free.

"When is this opportunity ever going to arise again where you can't kick me in the face for this? Don't hate the player, hate the game," Wade teased as he got in a few more good tickles before Logan's claws shot out to cut himself free and jerk his feet back to safety.

Feeling proud of himself for taking advantage of that, Wade then bent over to pick up the boots before tossing them over to the defensibly curled-up Wolverine.

"Alright, enough screwing around now. Make yourself decent and let's get a move on. We've got some mutants to hunt down!"

Logan shook his head and got to work pulling his boots back on and redoing the straps.

"Just do me a favor, next time when I say 'don't touch anything' I really mean don't touch anything. Save us both a little grief," Logan may have said that in a joking sort of way, but he was dead serious and Wade knew it.

Logan never knew he could live a life like this. A simple, domestic life with a regular, steady job and free from all conflicts like wars or his former association with Team X. A life without the need for violence where he could be happy along with the woman that he'd always dreamed of having.

The heat from the fire he had going in the mantle felt good on his bare skin as he sat on the couch in front of it. He had dressed down to nothing but a loose pair of lounge pants and it always tickled him how Kayla would turn her head at times to take pleased glances at his naked chest.

He watched as she meticulously puttered around their cabin, putting away the dishes from their supper while she recanted some of the events from her own job at the local elementary school.

"The kids were extra restless today in the classroom with the weather being so nice outside so I decided to take them on a short nature walk in the woods where they could enjoy it all. Though I admit it's not easy to keep all of them rounded up and stop them from wandering off."

Logan snorted in amusement.

"I get that. Sometimes I feel like a babysitter myself at the logging sites. I gotta make sure a lot of these guys they hire ain't gonna do anything stupid that'll get someone killed," he shook his head, taking a sip from the beer in his hand.

"A little more high stakes than working with actual children, I suppose. Still, it would be nice if there was an easy way to get them all to listen," she gave a small sigh as Logan gently rolled his eyes.

"Ya know you literally have the ability to do just that."

"My powers aren't to be used for such trivial things, Logan. As much as I'd like to make life a bit easier, I don't think it's morally responsible."

Logan lifted a brow and didn't seem entirely convinced.

"That right? So you're sayin' that you never use those persuasion powers of yours on me, huh."

"Cross my heart. Besides do you realize how often you defy my wishes? If I were influencing you then you would be beckoning at my every whim. And I'll prove it," she smiled and walked over to place a hand on his knee, "Now I want you to kiss me like you mean it."

Kayla barely had the words out before Logan reached over to cup the back of her head to pull her closer as he kissed her passionately, and after several long seconds he released her with her just staring back at him in awe.

"Well that proves it, you cast your magic spell on me. Witch," Logan teased, causing immediate protest from her.

"That one wasn't fair. I need to choose something that you don't want to do," she then eyed the bottle he was holding in his other hand and was now inspired, asking innocently, "Fresh beer?"

He knew what she was up to right away and that his next actions would be the proof that she was seeking. He looked down at the beer before holding it up a little with a teasing smile.

"Why yes, it is."

"It looks refreshing. Like it's ice-cold contents could quench the thirst stirring in my throat," Kayla grinned back, keeping her hand on his leg for contact as she made her request, "Hand it over."

Logan's eyes suddenly focused on her as if he were in a trance as he started slowly extending the beer towards her, though he was quick to break his facade as he then brought the bottle to his lips to take a few big gulps.

"Guess you're right. Either that or your powers just aren't good enough to work on me," he had a cocky smirk on his face that triggered her desire to take him down a peg.

"You may be right. Which is why it's beneficial to have other methods of persuasion up my sleeve..."

Before Logan could blink her hands were on his sides and tickling away as he snorted in a brief attempt to contain his laughter though it was unsuccessful.

"Hehehehehe, ya lil' dehehehevil!" He couldn't stop the giggles as he squirmed on the couch, trying to evade her hands and not drop his beer at the same time, "Okahaay okaahaahaay! It's yohohohohours!"

Kayla stopped as he handed her the cold glass bottle while grinning triumphantly as she merely took a small sip before wiping her lips with her hand and giving the drink back to him.

"See? I don't need any special powers to get what I want from you. You're simply just too ticklish for you own good."

"Hmph. Well good thing you're the only one I gotta worry about when it comes to that," he pulled her down onto his lap, settling his hands about the small of her back as she rubbed a hand over his chest muscles.

"Aren't you lucky," she smiled in adoration, now stroking her fingers through his long sideburns, "That information could be devastating in the wrong hands. Imagine your worst enemies knowing all of your little weak spots as well as I do."

Logan grimaced with a growl rumbling in his chest and shook his head.

"I'd rather not. Besides that's not anything that they'd ever think to try. And even if they did it wouldn't get them anywhere with me."

Kayla arched a doubting eyebrow.

"So you're saying that if instead of Stryker just asking you to rejoin the team, he had you tickled and you still wouldn't give in? Forgive me for finding that hard to believe. You literally cave any time I tickle you for longer than five seconds," she teasingly poked his stomach, making him twitch and give her a playful glare.

"It's different with you, obviously. We're just playin'. Stryker though....he doesn't play. And I'd see it as nothing other than another kind of torture that I have to hold out against at all costs."

"Oooooh, tough guy huh? I'll believe it when I see it."

"Hate to tell ya, but you're not gonna because it'll never happen," he shrugged, tilting the beer bottle back to his mouth to finish the rest.

"I still don't think you would last if it did. Those cretins wouldn't be as nice as I am either."

Logan pretended to choke on his beer before placing the empty bottle down.

"That's you bein' nice? Shit, then it's a good thing you kinda like me, huh?"

His tone had grown a little husky as he leaned into Kayla's neck to take in her scent while her hands caressed the back of his head, running her fingers through his thick hair.

"Like the sunrise over the mountain tops. But you've got me curious, so how about we test out your claim and see how much of it holds true?"

He paused to chuckle in disbelief against her throat.

"...Really?"

"Why not? It should be no problem according to you. Unless that was all just big talk," she purred beside his ear, turning his mind to putty.

"Heh, just half of it maybe," he admitted sheepishly as he allowed her to slowly push him back so that he was now laying across the couch cushions with her straddling his hips.

"You're not afraid, are you?" She teased and grabbed his wrists to guide his hands up above his head, giving them a firm press to indicate for him to leave them there.

"Of course not," he boasted though had to bite back an anticipatory giggle at the thought of what was potentially about to happen, "Are we seriously doing this?"

"Absolutely. I think we both need to see how much you can really take. It'll be fun," she wiggled her fingers underneath his chin as he quickly tucked it with a smile, "Now keep your hands right where they are. As soon as you pull your arms down that tells me that you can't take any more."

"I know the game. Can't say I've ever played it though," he shook his head in disbelief that he was actually going to go through with this, "Be honest, you're not castin' another one of your witchy spells on me to get me to comply?"

"Nope. I'm afraid it's all your own doing," Kayla smiled as he let out a groan.

"I was afraid of that. I'm gettin' too soft these days."

"Don't worry, this will toughen you right back up. Now the question is where to begin....?"

"Fuck.....Surprise me," he shut his eyes as he tensed up and gripped the couch cushions with his hands to brace himself.

He then felt her weight on him shift and a couple seconds later fingers were scratching at the bottom of his foot as he immediately barked a loud laugh and kicked out.

"NOHOho hey, let's leave the feet out of this," he chuckled uneasily as he opened his eyes to give her a pleading look, though seeing the mischievous twinkle in hers.

"This is a real-life simulation, Logan. Your enemies will leave no spot spared and neither will I," she now reached behind her with both hands as she tickled his bare soles with Logan breaking instantly.

"Shit!! Hahahaha no! Please! I cahahahan't- Ahahaahaahaa!" He pleaded, trying so hard not to struggle so aggressively that he'd end up hurting her.

Seeing his reactions, she couldn't help giggling at how sensitive the rugged man was.

"Begging already? Ohh you're so screwed if you ever get captured and tortured like this," she teased, now attacking the toes on his flailing feet as he managed to hold in a squeal though unable to take any more.

Kayla found herself being thrown forward as Logan's knees quickly bent upwards so he could get his feet flat against the couch. Leaning over him, she smiled at how he had curled up defensively and even had his arms now protectively crossed over his body despite not being touched there yet.

"Well that didn't take long. You already failed the test. I'm afraid that will be going on your permanent record," she pretended to look disappointed though being far from it.

"Sorry," he laughed without any shame, "But at the end of all this it's still you ticklin' me and my mind won't let me think otherwise."

"So you can't just imagine me as say, Stryker," she sat up and deepened her voice to imitate Logan's former commander, "Your country needs you, Logan. If you don't rescind your refusal to rejoin my team, then you shall be tickled without mercy until you change your tune."

Logan frowned lightheartedly and reached up a hand to stroke her cheek.

"Darlin' you're far too beautiful for me to ever picture you as looking like that sack o' shit," he then broke into a contented smile as he stared into her eyes with her returning his loving gaze.

"That's very sweet. Almost makes me want to reconsider continuing this tickling session."

"Ya mean there's more??" Logan grunted in faked irritation as he leaned his head back and dropped his hand down to his stomach, making Kayla giggle.

"Oh, you thought you were just going to get out of it that easily?" She grinned, snagging his wrists again to lift his arms and place his hands back up above his head.

"Can't blame a guy for tryin'," he shrugged with the feeling of his torso once again being vulnerable making him chuckle nervously, "Uggh this is gonna be bad."

"I know you'll do your best. Hopefully you can take it a little longer than you did with your feet."

"Gonna try, but still I wouldn't stake your life- Hehehehehe hey! Thahahanks for the wahahaharnin'!" He dissolved into giggles as her hands started gently tickling along his ribcage.

"Your enemies will not be giving you a warning either. We're going for authenticity here," Kayla grinned, massaging his ribs to get the tickles in deep through the muscle as he writhed and arched his back underneath her, holding onto the couch for dear life with his hands.

"Waahaait! Aaah! Tahaahaake it eheeasy! Heehehehehehe!"

"Oh, but I am. This is just a warm-up for you. We're about to get serious here...."

"Nohoho th-thahaat's serious ehehenough! Ahahahaha shihihiiiit!" He cackled and thought he was going to lose it as her lithe fingers started to scribble and swirl all over his stomach.

"Maybe we should have tied you up. You're much too squirmy. It would've been more convincing of a simulation anyways," Kayla watched in loving amusement while his body rolled around on the couch, somehow still managing to bear the tickling despite how badly he wanted to give in, "What's the matter? Is someone too ticklish on his little tummy?"

That childish tease made Logan try to growl but it was instantly swallowed up by his laughter.

"Thehehehe- They're nohohohot gohonna- Haahahahahah- sahahahaay that shihihihit tohoohoo mehehee!"

"It's possible that they might. You know, for the humiliation factor. But me though.....I'm saying it because I think you're cute," she bent down to try to kiss him on the lips while still tickling him and he was able to close his mouth for a quick second to fulfill that before he sputtered out laughing again.

"Hehehehey lady! Wahahaha- Wahahatch your mohohohouth! I'm nohohoot cuhuhuuute!"

"Was that a threat, my dear Logan?" Her eyes narrowed in a playfully dangerous way that had Logan squeaking in dread.

"NO!! Nohohoho it wahahasn't!" He was squirming frantically to get out from under her but still held his arms up which invited her to carry on.

"Because I don't think I need to tell you that it is a very very bad idea to threaten someone who knows all of your most ticklish spots....," her hands began slowly working their way up his sides in foreboding.

"You're rihihight! I taahaahaake it bahaack! Shit! Pleeheeheease! Mercy! Mercy-eeheeHEEHeEhEEheE! FUHuHUhuhuck!"

Kayla laughed herself when Logan literally squealed once her fingers sank into the soft centers of his hairy armpits. He was sooo ticklish there that she couldn't miss the opportunity to really get him with his arms being forced to stay up.

"STOPSTOHOHOHOOP!! AAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA!" He snorted between hysterical bouts of laughter and out of breath wheezing as tears sprung from his eyes.

He normally kept his armpits guarded well so it wasn't often that Kayla got the opportunity to tickle him in that area, but the times she managed to always got the best reactions. The man couldn't even speak now from how hard he was laughing.

"I didn't think you'd be able to last two seconds of this. I must say that I am impress- ," her words cut off as Logan slammed his arms down onto her hands, making them go still.

Her eyes wandered over the large biceps now clinging defensively against his sides, reminding her of the strength of the man she had been dealing with, which just made his ticklish weakness that much more charming.

She smiled at the red-faced, panting mutant underneath her as she finally finished her earlier train of thought.

"Was. Was impressed."

"Still.....better than....ya thought," Logan leaned his head back as he tried to get his breathing under control again.

"I suppose you're right. But you still gave in," her hands remained stuck underneath his arms as she teasingly dug in one last time, getting a giggling yelp out of him before she pulled free, "Let's just hope you never really do get tickle tortured."

Logan looked more than humbled by all that had just happened, but regardless he had a lopsided grin on his face.

"I know it obviously doesn't look like it, but I swear I'd hold out if I ever found myself in that situation," he insisted and sat up to settle his girlfriend comfortably onto his lap again as she reached up to brush back the loose strands of hair on his forehead.

"I'll believe you. Just promise you won't ever hold out on me. I love to watch you laugh and see you look happy," she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck now, leaning forward to kiss his awaiting mouth.

"Mmm, I can promise you that this is the happiest I've ever been in my life, love. I mean it. There's not a damn thing I would change about us," he kept going in for more kisses which she obliged to.

"How do you know I don't have you under my spell?" She couldn't help teasing him, making him chuckle and break off.

"I just let ya tickle the fuck outta me, didn't I? If that's not love, then I don't know what is."

"I guess you have a point. Don't worry, I'll be sure to show you how much I love you any time you'd like."

Logan paused as other thoughts swirled in his mind before realizing what she had really meant.

"Ohh.....You're still talkin' about tickling, aren't ya?"

"Yes Logan, they call that a double entendre. But I'm open to discussing the other side of that as well," she lowered her voice, catching Logan's attention again as a grin bloomed onto his face.

"Well that's good. 'Cause I think I've earned myself a little reward after all the torture ya just put me through."

"Very well," she delivered a tempting smile as she pushed back on him to guide him to lay back down.

"Heh, uhh deja vu," he laughed softly as his arms habitually moved in close to his sides.

"Relax, sweetie. Tickling isn't on the agenda now. I've got my eye on another prize..."

Logan growled with pleasure at the implication, gently pulling her down to lay on top of him as he began letting his hands roam over her back side.

"If this is where it gets me then feel free to use your powers on me any time."

"I'd be glad to. Now put your arms back up again."

"................."

"Just joking!"

Wade Wilson was happy. The happiest he had been in a long time since his life seemed to have hit a downward spiral. It was quite a trial to get back to this point, but he wouldn't trade the experience for anything in the world.

Wolverine was his new current partner; a team-up he had been wishing to happen for ages. He wasn't THE Wolverine and upon finding that he was actually dubbed the worst Wolverine in all the multi-verses Wade at first thought he had made a huge mistake.

But he was never more happy to be proven wrong, and together they were able to keep Wade's universe and all the people he loved in it from becoming gone forever. Logan had been willing to sacrifice his life to achieve that and Wade would be eternally grateful to him.

And now they were roommates. Living together in Wade's small apartment with the merc's newly acquired companion, Dogpool, and the most foul-mouthed, blind woman that Logan had ever met. There was naturally an adjustment period, but it had all worked out for the most part.

Eventually they had both been hired by Shield and started to do missions together that made the need for them to wear their proper uniforms.

Logan's old uniform top had obviously been destroyed during their selfless act to save the world so while he waited for Wade's tailor from the TVA to create him a new one, Wade bought him a substitute for the meantime; one of those t-shirts with an image of Wolverine's classic uniform imprinted on it complete with fake abs drawn into the design. And it was way too small.

They were now back at their apartment to wind down after their latest mission and Logan was once again complaining about his situation.

"How much longer do I have to keep wearing this? I look fuckin' ridiculous," Logan muttered with a quick tug at the skin-tight shirt he wore as Wade smiled suggestively.

"You don't have to wear anything you don't want to, Mr. Beefcake. Feel free to go ahead and take off anything that's ailing you," Wade sat there waiting expectantly for Logan to strip in front of him, but a smack to the back of his head snapped him out of it.

"That's not what I meant. I mean how long until my new suit is ready? It's been weeks now," he growled as Wade simply shrugged with no real answer.

"Weeeell you know these things take time, Peanut. You can't rush such exquisite tailorship. It's a true art form."

"I look like a joke in this thing. I'm sure people are laughing at me whenever I show up," Logan grumbled as Wade giggled and teasingly trailed his fingers up the length of his sinewy arm.

"You know you can always go shirtless next time, beautiful. Guarantee absolutely no one would mind that," Wade glances offscreen to the readers, "Pants are also purely optional."

Logan rolled his eyes before face-palming with a tired groan.

"I guess this is my purgatory, being stuck with you and your ridiculous ramblings for the rest of my life."

"And that makes you the luckiest guy in the world. To think all this would never have been possible if I hadn't recruited you from that bar," the merc smiled proudly, receiving a high-arched eyebrow from the man beside him.

"Is that what you're telling people? Because where I'm from we call that kidnapping, bub," Logan gave Wade a spirited punch in the arm as he just put his hands up in a shrug.

"Potato potahto, I say recruiting, you say kidnapping. But still you stayed, didn't you?"

"Only because you lied.....Sorry, made an educated wish and fooled me into it."

"I'd make a thousand educated wishes if needed to still end up with my new best friend," Wade smiled and leaned up against his shoulder, nuzzling his head into him before being shoved away.

"Poor choice, dumbass. You could've picked a way better Wolverine than me."

"No, I'm pretty sure I made the right call. I mean, look at what we did here. I guarantee one of those other Wolverines would have sliced off my head and ditched me the first chance they got-"

"You're assuming I wasn't thinking the same thing?" Logan interrupted with a smirk, making it Wade's turn to punch him now.

"Yes, I'm one hundred percent certain that you were, but you didn't. You saw it all through to the end with me and that is what makes you the best Wolverine out of all of them. End of story. No backsies. It's set in stone on your permanent record."

"Whatever, just keep it down, idiot. You're gonna ruin my reputation," he smiled back.

"I owe you everything, Logan. My whole life would have been obliterated if you hadn't stepped in and I'll never forget it. I love you, man!" Wade exclaimed, throwing his arms around Logan as he blubbered with fake sniffles while the other man sighed and dutifully patted his arm.

"Alright alright, knock off the sappy shit, Wilson. I guess you're sometimes tolerable at best," Logan let out a chuckle as he clapped a hand down onto Wade's leg to give him a friendly squeeze, not prepared for the outburst that followed.

"AAHa! No! The knee! The KNEE!" Wade screeched, smacking at his hand as Logan quickly let go like he had just burned himself, gaping at the man before him.

"The fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing. What's wrong with you?" Wade blabbered out defensively, sitting there as stiff as a rod while Logan stared back at him in confusion.

"Just wondering why you're so goddamn jumpy all of a sudden. Ya stop taking your meds or something?" He jokingly snorted, knowing there wasn't a pharmaceutical company in the world that could penetrate Wade's mental state.

"I'm just......not used to you being so physically affectionate. It just surprised me is all," he barely recovered, trying desperately not to hint at the real reason.

"Whatever, freak show. Don't get used to it," Logan rolled his eyes as he gave an unexpected jab to Wade's ribs, making the other man squeak loudly and almost hit the ceiling with how high he jumped.

The two of them just sat there in stunned silence for a few moments before Logan finally put it all together and shook his head in disbelief.

"Oh, you've gotta be fuckin' kidding me. The biggest pain in the ass I've ever met in all my 200 years....Wade-Shit-For-Brains-Wilson...is ticklish?"

"Your mom's ticklish," the merc reflexively blurted out, receiving an annoyed eyebrow from his companion before Logan quickly launched out a hand to give his knee a good squeeze.

Wade yelped and jerked his leg free as he leapt to his feet and slowly started to back away. A rare grin had found its way to Logan's face. A grin that promised certain retribution from all of Wade's shenanigans that he's had to endure all this time.

"This is fuckin' priceless. Where ya goin', Wade? The fun's just about to begin," he slowly stood up, but did not move forward to pursue him yet.

"Well, I-I mean I'd love to stay, but I have so many-," he nearly tripped over a chair as he grabbed it and tossed it between him and Logan to create some space, "So so many prior engagements that I just remembered I have to go do. Right now! But gee golly gosh, maybe next time."

Wade was beyond flustered by this sudden turn of events. Wolverine wanting to tickle the shit out of him was definitely not something he had on his 2024 Bingo card. That was the absolute last thing he would have ever expected Logan to do, and he had no idea exactly what the outcome was going to be.

Logan however was positively thrilled with this new piece of information. Deadpool could not die no matter what so Logan could stab and maim him until he was blue in the face, but Wade always would bounce back complete with wise-cracking jokes to irritate him even further.

But now he had found his Achilles heel. A way to finally get some satisfying payback on the resident loudmouth that didn't even require him to bring his claws out. This was literally the best day of his life.

"Tell ya what, fuckhead, to make this more interesting I'll let ya have a head start." 

"A head start?! Wha-What do you meheeheean?! A head start for what?!" Wade was giggling with nervous anticipation, knowing exactly the world of trouble he was in for.

"Well Wade, this is what's gonna happen," Logan smirked while he lifted each leg to remove his socks, leaving him barefoot for better traction on the slick flooring as he tested the grip with his toes, "I'm gonna chase your ass down and when I catch ya, you're gonna be sorry."

"Cahahan't we tahalk about this?! You wouldn't hehehee-stoop to such childish behavior, would you?"

"For you, I'll make an exception. Ohhh this is gonna be good. Been a long time since I've gotten to hunt like this," he cracked his neck with his sharp canines poking out of his mouth as his grin grew wider.

"You want to hunt?! I'll take you hunting! What would appease you?! Perhaps a school filled with small, defenseless children?!?!?!"

"Just keep wastin' time, Wilson. I suggest ya save your breath as well 'cause ya only got until the count of three. One.....," the start of Logan's countdown echoed ominously in the air.

"How abohohout a ten-minute head stahart?" Wade attempted to bargain while the other man completely ignored his plea.

"Two....," Logan gradually crouched down to place his fingertips on the floor, looking like a spring-loaded trap that was about to be set off and signaling to Wade that he needed to run. Now.

"Okay okay! I'm going! Start over start over!" Wade yelped and finally began to make a break for it.

"THREE!" 

Wade screamed as he looked over his shoulder to see Logan running after him on all fours, spring-boarding off of the tables and walls as he chased him around the apartment. He was always surprised by Logan's level of agility. He was like a fucking cat! 

Not that Wade was any slouch himself. He leapt through the air complete with barrel rolls, he slid under tables, jumped over furniture like a field runner, and performed all varieties of dodges and other evasive maneuvers. And he did all of this while shrieking in a full-blown panic.

"Time out! TIME OUT!!"

"Wolverine has gone feral! This is not a drill! I repeat! This is not a drill!

"Bad Wolvie! Down, boy! Get down!"

Logan was having a total blast. Giving in to his feral nature was such a freeing feeling for him and Wade always encouraged it, not wanting him to suppress such things and just be his true self. Though at the moment the merc was sort of regretting that he had been so supportive.

Wade managed to avoid capture for a minute, but unfortunately big, rubber masturbating shoes were not the best for running and when they slipped off and caused him to stumble Logan was there for the easy tackle. They slid across the floor together with Logan on top before they were stopped by Wade's head slamming into the wall.

"AAAH! DAMMIT!!" Wade yelped loudly; his head hitting dead-on to the center of a thick wall stud as he turned over onto his back, rubbing his skull while Logan howled out a laugh.

"Fuckin' baby. No sympathy from me. Besides ya got bigger problems than that," he lunged for Wade's sides with fingers outstretched as the other man was immediately on the defense, grabbing and slapping at his hands as Logan managed to slip past at times and land plenty of pokes.

"Ahaha! No stop! Hands ohohoff of me, Bill Cohohosby! Aaahehehehe! I do nohohot give you consehehent!" Wade giggled and fought like his life depended on it, even though it was only his dignity at stake.

Truthfully, he wasn't exactly opposed to being tickled, but by Logan? Logan could be pretty ruthless in any other sense so Wade expected that he wasn't going to hold anything back in this situation. And Wade was terrified.

"This has been a long time coming, bub. Go ahead and fight it all ya want. It's not gonna help you any," Logan managed to get a good grip on both sides of Wade's ribs and really dug in, making the man beneath him screech and flail spasmodically.

"Waaaahaahaaheeheeheehait! Ahahat least lehehehehet mehee pihihick a safe wohohohord fihihihirst!"

"Nah, ain't nothin' you can say that's gonna get you outta this. Besides, safe words are for pussies. You aren't a pussy, are ya?"

"I'mapussyI'mapussy!!" Wade instantly screamed out as Logan just chuckled.

"Course you are. I knew that already though. I'd ask if ya have any last words, but I think we're well past that part now," he was pinching unrelentingly up and down his ribs, already driving Wade near insanity.

"Nohoho I do! I do! I hahahaave mahahany last wohohohords!"

"Such as...?" Logan's curiosity got the better of him as he eased up slightly to allow Wade a chance to speak his mind.

"Wehehell since you ahahasked, there's thihihings like fuck you....You pihihihiece of shihit....And ohohonce you let me freehee I'm gonna fuhuhuhucking kihiHihIHiHIHILL YOOOOOU!"

Logan resumed his full force as his big fingers clawed into Wade's hips, which had him arching off the floor in an uncontrollable fit of squeals.

"Really? I show you a little leniency and you come at me with that? I've said it once and I'll say it again, you really are God's perfect idiot."

Logan was thoroughly amused by all of this. Especially hearing Wade's genuine out of control laughter in comparison to the sarcastic kind of laughing he would do when Logan would make jokes at his expense.

It almost made him laugh himself, honestly. It was high-pitched and squeaky at times and that evolved into deeper chortles when it seemed Logan found a particularly sensitive spot, like his hip and thigh area. And he had to admit, it was nice to hear the guy laugh like this for once.

"Stahahahaap! Gehehet off ohohof meehee, you gohohoddamn lummohohohohox!" Wade was doing his best to try to grab a hold of Logan's hands that were currently buried into the tender parts of his highly ticklish thighs, though he was having very little success.

Still this was enough to bother Logan to the point that he stopped to swiftly grab both of Wade's hands with one of his own and throw all his weight into it to slam said hands to the floor pinned above Wade's head.

"There. That'll be much better," Logan grinned down at the merc who was trying to mask his panic behind his natural urge to always make jokes in the worst situations.

"Ok, now this is just going way to far, mister! I don't care if this is our first date, you still need my consent if you want to get freaky with- Aaaaiiiieeeehheeheehhehe!"

Without being able to use his hands and arms for defense Wade was feeling more than vulnerable and was overwhelmed by the feeling of one finger now wiggling into his wide-open armpit.

"Holy fuck, bub, is there really nothing that will get you to shut the fuck up?" Logan smirked as he allowed the rest of his fingers to join in the torment, switching back and forth between each armpit as Wade could only squeal and thrash from side to side underneath him.

"Aaaahahahaha! Pleheheeease! I cahahahan't tahahahaake ahahany mohohohore!" Wade begged with his mind totally going on the fritz, never having been tickled this viciously.

"And you wanted to be an Avenger? Pretty sure it's a qualification that Avengers can't be ticklish, at least not this bad. Looks like your application is denied," Logan teased, knowing that the topic of his rejection always riled Wade up.

He felt a lot of satisfaction in being the one to taunt Deadpool for once, but he still was starting to feel pity for him. Wade's face was so red he looked like he might explode, and his mouth open so wide in hysterical laughter that his jaw appeared like it was about to disconnect.

He decided it was about time to wrap this up, but still wanted to make an impression so Wade would remember this moment.

Logan released his hold on Wade's hands and for half a second the merc was hopeful that it was over, but the bigger man only plunged both hands into his armpits now and tickled mercilessly.

Wade shrieked with tears driven from his eyes while his arms reflexively slammed down to no effect. He was laughing so hard that he really couldn't say another one of his usual smart aleck words even if he wanted to.

The tears were blurring his vision now and he found himself starting to lose concept of reality. And then he felt nothing.

Until someone began softly but also firmly slapping at his face.

"Hey, ya still alive, dumbass?" Logan chuckled as he patted Wade's face to get his attention and bring him out of his daze.

"Huh? Whaa....What the fuck just happened?" Wade blinked up at the ceiling as he shook his head to try to gain clarity.

"I got ya to finally stop talking for once is what happened. Geez bub, you're as ticklish as a little girl," Logan grabbed his arm to help pull him into a sitting position as Wade blushed slightly but otherwise seemed unbothered.

"There's worse things in life. Like being cursed to sport very unfortunate facial hair for all eterniHIHIhiHity!" Wade squeaked out giggles as Logan's hand briefly gripped his knee again.

"Well that didn't last long. Gettin' you to shut up, I mean," he shook his head with feigned disappointment on his face.

"Ahh, well I regret to inform you that while you may have some temporary triumph you will never truly succeed in that being permanent. You don't really want that anyways. You'd miss the old me too much," Wade grinned as he reached out to tweak Logan's sideburn and then got to his feet.

"Pretty vivid imagination you've got," a smirk twitched at Logan's mouth as he trailed Wade to the kitchen, opening the fridge with intentions to retrieve some beers, "So you're not sore at me, I take it?"

Wade pretended to think it over as he slunk nearby.

"Mmmeh, the Avengers comment was going a little far, but you know I could never stay mad at my little honey badger," his smile turned mischievous as he glanced the distracted mutant over for a moment before zeroing in on a target.

Logan jumped a mile high as he felt a poke into his lower ribs, nearly dropping the beers now in his hands as quickly turned around defensively with surprise in his eyes. He cursed himself for not seeing that coming as the revelation now had Wade looking at him in an unsettling way.

"Besides, doesn't look like you're exactly Avengers material either," Wade calmly smiled as he said nothing more and just turned away to start walking off.

Logan could only stand there dumbfounded, pathetically trying to come up with a logical explanation though he knew it was useless.

"Wade......That wasn't anything.......Hey.....Don't be ridiculous now.....I'm not ticklish......You hear me, Wade.......I'm not......So ya better not try anything......Are you listening, you dumb fuck?"

Wade opened his eyes to find himself in Hell. He couldn't move and the air around him was thin.

He couldn't breathe no matter how big of a gulp of air he tried to take. He was suffocating inside this glass prison with no hope of escape in sight.

Was this the end for him? He didn't know. Everything around him started to go black as he began to lose consciousness.

And now he found himself waking up again as he made a loud gasping sound, expecting there to be no oxygen and surprised to find that he could breathe normally.

He lay there for a moment with his heart pounding in his chest, rubbing his hands over his face and realizing that he was not trapped in that lab again. He was in his bed with danger nowhere in sight.

"Nightmare again, bub?"

The familiar voice really set him back into reality as he looked to his right and found Logan sitting up in bed. He looked concerned, but his demeanor was calm which allowed Wade to feel more at ease.

"What? Nightmare? Now what gave you that idea?" Wade sat up and reverted to his usual joking tendencies, and that made Logan grow more stern.

"Cut the crap, Wilson. I want you to be straight with me."

"Now that's not what you were saying earlier in the night when you wanted me to- "

Logan's growl cut him off mid-joke as he sighed and admitted defeat.

"Yeah okay, it was another nightmare. The usual, you know, physical and psychological torture......What all jumpstarted my mutation and made me the freak I am today. No biggie."

Logan stared at him quietly for a moment before wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close with Wade's back against his chest.

"Ya don't have to act tough around me, ya know. It's okay to feel scared sometimes."

Wade melted at the warm feeling of Logan's hairy, bare chest pressed against his own naked skin. He hadn't felt this safe in a long time.

"I know. It's just the way that I'm programmed. Got a bunch of wires crossed up in the ol' noggin," Wade explained as he jabbed at the side of his scarred head, "Hey wait a minute....Why were you already awake?"

Wade tilted his head back to try to look at Logan's face as the man softly cleared his throat.

"Nightmare."

Wade's heart sunk at hearing that.

"Ohh....I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"That I wasn't awake to give you comfort. That you had to wake up alone," Wade lowered his head in guilt but was surprised to hear Logan let out a low chuckle.

"I didn't though. Have you not been right here in this bed with me this whole time?"

"Well yeah, but- "

"Wade.....for more years than I can remember I woke up truly alone. And no one cared. No one loved me. So awake or not just having you right next to me now is the greatest comfort I could ever ask for," Logan rubbed Wade's arm as the merc broke into a contented smile.

Logan wasn't always a big talker so the times that he allowed himself to share and be more vulnerable around Wade flooded the loud-mouthed man with joy. And that made him start to feel better as he could feel his once racing heartbeat begin to return to normal.

With that he couldn't resist the opening to tease him a little.

"So you think I love you, huh?"

"The nose knows, bub. Your fast-talking bullshit ain't foolin' me," Logan snorted as he rolled his eyes.

"Ahh but see, maybe that is all part of my master plan. To trick you into false security so I can get that rockin' body of yours into bed with me."

"Why don't ya just shut up, fuckin' idiot," Logan muttered with a small smile as he rested his chin into the crook of Wade's neck, glad to see that the other man was feeling better.

Wade then began to twitch, letting out small squeaks in the process as his shoulder and head began to squeeze around Logan's face.

"The fuck you doin' now?" He muttered, slightly annoyed that Wade was moving so much.

"S-Sorry, but- eeheheehee- your hairy faahaace," he giggled out, still leaving an explanation to be desired.

"What about it?" Logan piqued a brow, bracing himself as he expected Wade to make some other outlandish joke.

"It's ti- It's tihihihickling!"

Upon hearing the reason, Logan broke into a smirk and made no attempt to remove his head.

"Sounds like that's a you problem, not a me problem," he shifted his head slightly so that his beard scratched against Wade's neck again as the man tried to repress a small squeal.

"I'll- heeheheheh- I'll mahaahaake it a yoohoohoou prohohohoblem!"

That triggered Logan's predation instinct. It was kill or be killed now.

"You threatening me, Wilson? Big mistake...," he growled low as he tightened his hug that he had around Wade and promptly buried his face into his neck.

Wade let out a squeal for real this time while squirming uselessly, trying to break out of the tickly trap he'd found himself in.

"Waahaaait okaahaahaaay! I dihihihidn't meeheeheeean it!" He pleaded, grabbing Logan's arms to try to pry them off but he wasn't budging the solid slabs of muscle.

"What? I'm just trying to cheer ya up. Make ya smile. You'd do the same for me," Logan grinned as he affectionately nuzzled in deeper, the exhales out his nose also sending ticklish shivers up Wade's back.

"Yehehehehehees buhuhuhut- Heehehehehe- ihihit's only fuhuhuun whehen I dooo ihihihit!"

"That so? Well I'm havin' fun," he let out playful snarls as he threw in some aggressive but gentle nips with his teeth onto the side of Wade's neck that had him shrieking.

"NAAHAhAhahahahahah! Stohohohohoooopiiiitttt!"

"Not until I smell tears, bub," Logan smirked, swirling his chin every which way so that his chops violated every inch of skin available, "Pretty sure ya like this anyways."

"I'll reheeheemember- EeeeHeeheeehe- thaahaahaat!" Wade giggled hysterically as he kept up his efforts to try to slither his way out of his partner's grasp.

"You'll remember nothing. 'Cause I'm gonna tickle ya stupid. Oh wait....too late for that, heheh," Logan snickered, knowing his comment solidified the fact that Wade would be planning some future revenge. It was worth it though.

"Yohohooou're gonnahahahaa pahaahaay fohohorAAAHEEHEHEHEHEHEH!" Wade exploded into an array of squeaky laughter and squeals as Logan begin also using his hands to dig into Wade's ribs along with the neck assault.

"Talk is cheap. I'm gonna teach ya a lesson about running that fucking mouth of yours, Mouth," he grinned as he finally removed his head just so he could wrestle Wade down onto his back, hovering over him as he mercilessly tickled him under his arms.

Wade bucked and flailed wildly as he screamed with laughter, knowing he was done for with it always being impossible to escape from Wolverine when he was in full-blown tickle attack mode.

"Fuuuhuuuuck! Ohohohohoo my Gohohoood! You're sohohohoo strohohohong!"

"I know ya like when I throw you around like a rag doll. Gives ya a reminder of who you're dealin' with," Logan teased, knowing he had Wade up against the wall.

"Aaahahahahalright! I'm cheeheeheheeered uhuhuhup nohohow! Gahaahhahaa! N-No mohohohooore tihihihihickling!" He was barely managing words while feet kicked about as Logan's fingers continued crawling around in his sensitive armpits.

"Heh, fine. If you've really had enough then I won't be that mean," Logan stopped and promptly rolled the panting Wade off of his lap.

Wade simply laid there face-down in the blankets in stunned silence for a moment.

"W-Wow.....I didn't think you would actually listen."

"Remember that the next time the positions are switched, bub," Logan smirked, giving Wade another shove so that he was face-up again as he was met with the same grin.

"I don't know. I am stupid after all and do tend to forget things quite often since I have ADHDEEheheehe!" Wade curled in defensively as Logan reached in to give his stomach one last tickle.

"Well in that case don't expect me to be so merciful next time," Logan grinned as he leaned back against the headboard and yawned, "Guessin' you're probably tired out now, so maybe let's just try to get a little more sleep."

Wade gave a small nod and crawled over to him, wrapping his arms around his waist as he settled his head against his side.

"Thanks, I guess I sorta needed that. It really affirmed my current situation and that the past is really just the past."

Logan nodded while he soothingly rubber Wade's back and shoulder.

"I know. We'll both get there one day. Until then we've got each other to lean on. And I promise that I'll never abandon you."

"I really do love you, you know that, right?"

"Well I didn't think you were hanging around me for my charming personality," Logan snorted a laugh, the sound of that making Wade let out a giggle as well as his comfortable position began to lure him back towards sleep.

"Hey Logie?"

"Yeah bub?"

"Just so you're aware, the next time you wake up from a nightmare I'm going to tickle the shit out of you. Only to make you feel better of course."

Logan chuckled and couldn't help but tense up a bit at the thought.

"So one nightmare straight into another. Ya know in another life I would've had a few things to say about that. Now I can only think of one."

"Which is....?"

"Just take it easy with the raspberries."

"Noted aaaaaaaand disregarded."

"Thanks for inviting me over for this, Wade. It's been fun," Laura nodded to the man sitting beside her on the couch.

"Any time, kiddo! You're practically family and there will always be a seat available for you at our table," Wade gave her an enthusiastic side hug that she'd learned to accept, "The fun doesn't have to stop here though."

"It looks like it is for Logan. He's all partied out," she nodded over to the table across the room where they'd all been playing poker at as Wade glanced up to see Logan completely passed out in his chair.

"Aww give him a break, he's an old man. I'll bet when you're his age you will have slowed down too," Wade playfully nudged her as she shook her head.

"I don't know about that. He can still more than hold his own in a fight and according to him, you should know that firsthand."

"What do you mean?"

"Well from what he told me, he kicked your ass all over the Void."

"Hey, I still got some good shots in. And besides, that was before we really got to know each other. Now I know that all I need to take his cantankerous ass down is just one finger," Wade smiled and held his pointer finger up as he flexed the joints.

Laura looked at him in confusion, tilting her head in the same way that he'd seen Logan do a hundred times.

"One finger? Well that sounds like bullshit to me."

"Oh I see we have a non-believer here. Well then please allow me to demonstrate," Wade eagerly got up as he made his way over to the sleeping Wolverine.

Logan had his chair leaned over on the back legs with his feet up on the table, having kicked his shoes off earlier in the evening. Wade crept up close before gesturing to Logan like Vanna White and then took his finger and dragged it up the bottom of Logan's foot.

"Motherfuck- !!" Logan yelped as he woke up with a start and immediately lost his balance while his chair went toppling backwards.

Wade looked to Laura again and did a little twirl, throwing his hands up in a dramatic display.

"Ta da!"

Laura was surprised by what had just happened but was unable to hide her amusement.

"Oh, I see what you mean now. So he's a little ticklish."

"A little? That's the winner for understatement of the year," Wade laughed as Logan growled from nearby.

"Shut up, Wade," he grumbled as he got up off the floor and grabbed his unfinished beer from the table, downing the remainder before going over to join Laura on the couch.

"Go ahead, Laura. Give him a poke. His tummy is a guaranteed fun zone."

Laura considered it before she looked up to see the concerned look in Logan's eyes.

"No, he doesn't want me to," she said, giving Logan a feeling of relief as he started to relax again, "Besides he's wise to us now. Gotta wait until he's least suspecting."

Logan's head snapped back over with his brows drawn together to find her grinning up at him.

"Atta girl!" Wade whooped as he plopped down onto the other side of Logan, "I like your thought process here. Very strategic."

"You're a bad influence on the kid, Wade. Only an idiot would let you near any impressionable youth," Logan rolled his eyes as Wade leaned towards him flirtatiously.

"Well then hello there, Mr. Idiot."

Logan elbowed him aside.

"That's the pot calling the kettle black, bub."

"Are you saying that you're more qualified to be around young people than me?"

"Not at all. And that's what makes this whole thing so ironic. Maybe the neighbors oughta call CPS on us and get this kid to a safer pl-AAAace- heheh!" Logan jumped with a giggle when he felt a finger wiggle into his side, quickly discovering the culprit.

"Talking about me like I'm not here. And besides 'idiots', I'm 19 and I don't even live here," Laura smirked, unable to resist poking Logan once more, this time in his stomach like Wade had suggested.

"Heehehehe, hey!" Logan swatted at her hand as he squirmed, "Why are you taking it all out on me?"

"Because she can," Wade quipped before leaning over him to make a comment to Laura, "He has a cute giggle, doesn't he?"

"I wasn't going to mention it, but he does actually."

"He snorts too once you get him laughing pretty hard."

"Are you serious?"

"Yup, you've gotta hear it. I promise you've never heard anything more adorable in your entire life."

"Hey alright. Cut it out now. You've caused enough irreparable damage to my reputation for today," Logan muttered as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his body tingling in anticipation of what was potentially headed his way.

"In fact, now that you've seen what you can do to him with just one finger, wait until you see what you can do with ten...."

Logan immediately jumped up, not wanting to wait around for the results of those words, but Wade was ready for him and easily tackled him face-down to the floor. He quickly reached in to seize his ribcage with both hands as his practiced fingers went to work, digging through the muscle to feel the bones underneath.

"You ahahahaaasshohohohohole! Stahahahahap!" Logan crumbled apart instantly, bellowing out in laughter with his arms pathetically crowding in against his sides to try to block out Wade's hands.

"Well you definitely weren't exaggerating," Laura chuckled as she watched the two men struggle on the floor.

"Right? Who'd have ever guessed that Wolverine's weakness would be that he's so damn ticklish? It's literally the best thing ever!" Wade's fingers gripped around his hips, wriggling full bore into the sensitive indents as Logan squirmed like an eel.

"Gehehehet ohohooff! Stohohop ohohor I'm gohohonna fuhuhuck you- ," Logan's rant was cut off as he let out a few loud snorts when Wade managed to worm his way into his armpits.

"Oh that's a new one. So you're 'gonna fuck me', hm? Well it sounds like stopping is the exact opposite of what I want to do then," Wade teased as he winked up at Laura, knowing damn well that that was not what Logan had been trying to say.

"Ahahahahahaa! Bahahahahaaastard! I meheheant fuhuhuck you uhuhup!" Logan rolled onto his back as he fought to gain some control of the situation, but Wade tickling away at his ribs had him immediately curling back up.

"Always killing my fantasies, you little heart breaker. Shame on you for always leading a guy on. Oh but where are my manners?" Wade did a flip in the air as he grabbed the other man's arms and pinned his wrists over his head.

"Dammit! Let me go, Wade!" Logan growled, feeling a little winded and not having his full strength to break free.

"Don't be rude, Peanut. We have a guest to entertain. Come on over, Laura. Don't be shy now," Wade encouraged the young woman as she thought it over for a moment before slapping her hands down onto her thighs and then standing up.

"Fuck it. Why not?"

She knelt down on the floor beside the defenseless man who was instantly trying to appeal to her sympathy.

"Kid, hang on....W-Wait a minute. I thought we were pals," he stuttered nervously and made a few more attempts to get free, but Wade's grip on him only increased.

Laura gave him a caring smile and reassuringly patted him on his chest.

"Sure we are. Which means we should get to know each other better. Sooooo......what's your worst spot?"

Logan didn't even have a second to consider answering that before Wade was blurting it out.

"His tummy! 10 out of 10! Don't be fooled by those rock-hard abs, they're not impenetrable to tickles! You wanna hear a grown man squeal then that's the spot!"

"I do kinda want to hear that now that you mention it," her smile turned more sinister, though faltered when she noticed how tense Logan seemed to be, "But not if he's gonna be upset with me after."

"Nah! He's used to it. I tickle him silly all the time and I'm still alive so don't be scared."

Laura looked to Logan again this time with some hesitation.

"I'm not sure. Will we still be friends?"

Seeing how she genuinely was concerned for him made Logan soften up a bit. Being tickled wasn't the worst thing in the world and he found it was his time to reassure her as he released a resigned sigh.

"Yeah, kid. We'll still be friends. Just maybe....have a little mercy," he smiled at seeing her brighten up again.

"Fuck that, there's no mercy in this dojo!"

"Wade, shut up!"

"Nuh uh! Listen, you start giving him an inch then he'll take a mile. We tickle until pants are pissed around here. Now sic 'im!"

Laura couldn't help but laugh at their banter as she started to reach down towards the Wolverine.

"Sorry Logan. House rules."

Logan reflexively squirmed in protest and clamped his jaw as her fingers made contact with his stomach and softly started to probe around into the muscles through his t-shirt like she was pressing on piano keys.

He was too ticklish there for it not to tickle, but her technique wasn't instantly overwhelming like when Wade would do it. Because of that he was able to keep his laughter at bay with his teeth ground tightly and his eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

Laura took note of his reluctance to give in, and it made her grin as she watched the big guy writhe about from her gentle touches.

"Cute, ain't it? He likes to pretend that he's tough sometimes, but we all know he can't take it," Wade smirks and nods to the readers, "Just step it up a little and he'll break without a doubt."

"You mean like this?" Laura grinned as she started vigorously scrabbling her fingers all over his stomach and sides as Logan snorted and sputtered before losing his mental grip and letting it all out.

"Baahahahahahaha! Nohohoo nohohot like thahahahaaat!" Logan laughed freely and uncontrollably as he thrashed around on his back, kicking his legs with his feet shuffling against the floor.

"Good job, sweetie. You're a natural at this. Find his little tummy button and you'll get that squeal I was telling you about," Wade cheered her on as Logan frantically shook his head.

"Nohoho! Plehehehease! Hahahahaahaa! Dohohon't dohoohoo it, kihihid!"

"I'm sorry. But when will I ever get this chance again?"

"Any time!" Wade nodded excitedly, making Laura laugh again as she carefully felt around for the small indentation in the middle of Logan's stomach, slipping a wiggling finger inside.

Logan squealed on queue, breaking into frantic higher-pitched giggling as she kept up the assault for a minute.

"Holy shit," Laura chuckled, but then removed her hands entirely to Logan's relief as he collapsed in a heap of panting.

"Aww why'd you stop? You were just starting to get him going," Wade feigned his disappointment before Laura shook her head and exchanged a glance with him.

"Just to give him a breather. Because I just had this thought," the way she then smiled down at Logan was very unsettling, "Do you know what would be worse than ten fingers, Wade...."

Logan's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he figured out what she had been scheming.

"NO!!" He yelped, giving her a look of betrayal and making another attempt to get free as the light bulb instantly turned on in Wade's head.

"Ahhh! Genius! Make way for Wade!"

Logan walked out of the bathroom, rubbing a hand over his face as he tried to fully wake up though coming to attention when he took note of the racket coming from the living room.

Wade was frantically going around the area dressed in only his Deadpool mask, an undershirt, boxers and socks. He was looking through drawers and cupboards, lifting up the couch to peek under, and just generally making a mess of everything he touched.

"Wolvie!" He yelled loudly from over his shoulder, "Where is my super suit?!"

Logan just rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms and leaned up against the door frame.

"How the fuck should I know? I ain't your wife, shit for brains," he grumbled, having not a care whatsoever in entertaining Wade's idiocy this early in the morning. Wade threw himself onto his knees in a dramatic display as he pouted and whined.

"But I neeeeeeed it! I'm supposed to meet with Peterpool to go do Deadpool stuff and I can't find it anywhere!"

Logan sighed heavily, gesturing to the area around them.

"Well it's gotta be around here somewhere. Who in their right mind would wanna steal it, knowing what you've probably done in that thing? Now you better pick all this shit up 'cause I'm not doing it."

Before Logan could even begin to understand the thought process of the half-dressed man, he was turned to with an accusatory finger pointed right at him.

"YOU!"

"Me?"

"Where is it, hm?! What did you do with it?! You've always been jealous of how it shows off my girlish figure!"

"I didn't touch your stupid suit so lay off the conspiracy theories, ya idiot," Logan growled at the insinuation that he was responsible for the suit's absence, but Wade wasn't letting this go.

"Well it didn't just get up and walk away! I know you know something and mark my words I'm going to get to the bottom of it!"

Logan rolled his eyes as he turned to leave.

"Whatever. I'm gonna go hit the shower." 

He started to walk out of the room, stopping when he felt something slap onto his left wrist with a loud click noise. He looked down in wonder to find Wade holding one end of a pair of metal handcuffs while the other was locked around his wrist, triggering another growl immediately rising in his throat.

"Wade.....!"

He took a swipe at the merc with his free hand, but Wade quickly ducked and spun him around as he snapped the other cuff onto Logan's wrist to secure his hands behind his back. The Wolverine immediately started snarling and yanking at his wrists, trying to break free while Wade just stood back looking pleased with himself.

"Save your energy, sweetie. I picked up those adamantium bad boys the other week for emergency situations."

"What the fuck, Wade?! Get these fuckin' things offa me right now!" Logan bared his teeth and jerked at his arms more, giving Wade a deadly glare.

"In a minute, but first do me a favor. Try to put your hands over your stomach really quick," Wade instructed, demonstrating with his own hands.

Logan had no idea what implored him to even entertain this, but he did as Wade asked and of course there was no way he was getting even close to reaching his stomach. Wade's face then lit up into a devious grin.

"Perfect." 😈

This triggered an immediate deflation in Logan's temper and level of confidence as he started to realize exactly what Wade was up to.

"Wha-What?! Don't you even fucking think about it, Wilson! The handcuffs are going too far!"

"Then tell me what you did with my sexy leotard!"

"I can't tell you anything because I don't have it! I'm not responsible for your dumb ass losing track of your own shit!"

"Then I'm afraid you've left me with no choice," with a quick movement, Wade swiped Logan's legs out from under him as the other man found himself laying on the floor and staring up at the ceiling.

"Why do you gotta lie to me like this, Wolvie? After all we've been through?" Wade straddled him and gently lifted up the hem of his shirt as he took a teasing peek underneath, "Ooooh what's that hiding under here? Is that the Guiness World Record holder for the most ticklish tummy that I see?"

Logan knew he was fucked. With his arms trapped behind his back he couldn't even use them to fend Wade off and protect the area that could cause him to be driven wild in seconds.

All he could do now was hope for mercy as he frantically shook his head and couldn't stop himself from giggling in anticipation

"Wade, no pleeheehease. Hehehehee this ain't fair. Ya cahahan't do thihis," he wriggled as he tried to make an effort to squirm out from under the other man, but Wade had him pinned.

Wade then slowly began rolling Logan's shirt up, grinning stupidly as he little by little revealed every inch of his ridiculously muscular stomach until the shirt was bunched up under his armpits.

"Oof. My little beefcake never ceases to dazzle me. But I'm afraid there's no time for idle fantasies right now. I can tell these abs are just craving an onslaught of the most merciless tickles they've ever experienced," he was practically drooling at the potential as Logan grew even more nervous at how exposed and vulnerable he now was.

"Fuck, I'm begging you, Wade. Anywhere but there. You'll make me go crazy."

It put a sour taste in his mouth to beg like this, but he was beyond desperate to avoid what he knew was coming.

"So then you confess and admit to stealing my suit?"

"No because I'm telling the truth! I honestly did not take it. Maybe your fucking weird ass dog ate it or something."

"How dare you! Mary Puppins is a saint and would never hurt her papa like that!"

"Well it sure as fuck wasn't me!"

"Still going with that story, huh? You know, I think we're just going to skip all the foreplay and go straight for the jugular here," Wade made a show of taking a big breath that made his cheeks puff up as he held it in before slowly leaning forward towards his helpless and panicking friend.

"Nononowaitwaitwait! Wade, don't you fuckin' dare! I seriously don't have it! I'm an innocent man! Please! Ya gotta believe meEEHEEHEeHeeHEEheE!!"

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Roughly 40 minutes later......

"I ask you one more time.....Where.....is......my......suit?"

Each word was followed by a poke into the navel of the barely coherent Wolverine as he giggled and jerked weakly in response.

"I-heehee.....I don't.....knohohow......I t-told your-heheheh-crazy ass....."

Wade just shook his head in astonishment, used to having Logan give in after the first ten minutes in most circumstances.

"Man, you are one tough nut to crack, I'll give you that. I don't know who's paying you to hold out on me like this, but I hope it's a lot for your sake because we're about to start round five....," Wade taunted as he gently scribbled his fingers over the overstimulated stomach muscles with that action alone making Logan laugh loudly and renewed his energy to try to get away.

"No nohohohot agahahahahain! Ihihihit really wahahahahasn't meeheehee! Honehehehehest!!"

Luckily at this point his savior had finally arrived.

"Wade, what in the world are you doing to Logan? You're not tickling the poor boy to death again, are you?" Althea squawked in disbelief as she walked into the apartment to the sounds of Logan's helpless laughter.

"Stay out of this, old woman. This is between me and this traitorous lying thief here," Wade demanded while squeezing at the sensitive lower ribs that made Logan cackle his head off, "He refuses to talk, but I'm pretty sure I'm very close to wearing him down."

Althea merely sighed and walked over towards the voices.

"Well at least stop for minute to grab this shit out of my hands," she insisted, thrusting some black and red fabrics towards Wade as his eyes immediately lit up.

"My suit!" He exclaimed as he immediately stopped what he was doing and snatched the garment out of her hands, hugging it close to his body affectionately, "Wait.....you mean you had it this whole time?"

"I took it to the dry cleaners yesterday evening. The fucking thing smelled like it was starting to mold. You can thank me later. Some rent money would be nice," she shook her head, walking off into the kitchen as she muttered some more curses.

Wade was high as a kite at having been reunited with his suit, but then a cough from behind him caught his attention. He turned around and saw Wolverine still laying on the floor and looking like he'd just ran a marathon as he tried to regain his breath; his cheeks flushed red and his hair tousled in every direction.

Wade could only chuckle in shame as he realized his egregious error.

"Oops. Hehe, uhh sorry about that, old chap. I guess you were telling the truth this whole time after all. But let's not overlook the important thing here, and that is that I got my suit back! Yippee!"

"Let me go, Wade. Now," Logan spoke a little too calmly, making Wade hesitate to go near him.

"You promise you won't hurt me?"

"I promise."

"Well alright then," Wade helped him sit up as he got to work unlocking the cuffs from his wrists, "Pretty sure we're going to laugh about this tomorrow. I mean it was such a huge blunder on my part and I'm pretty relieved to see that you're taking it so well."

"Like I said, I'm not gonna hurt you," Logan nodded and as soon as the cuffs were off he suddenly whipped around with a snarl, "I'm gonna kill you!"

With intent to strangle him he lunged at the other man who was now screeching in terror.

Logan sat on the edge of the bed with his face solemn. He wasn't sure why, but he just felt......off for some reason. And the fact that he didn't even know why he felt like this was pushing him into a more foul mood.

Wade was puttering around the room as he got dressed for the day, jabbering on mindlessly about some television show he'd been watching and Logan had all about tuned him out by this point.

"And then that rat bastard Myung-gi killed my beloved Thanos! Ugh! So upsetting. Well that's just how it goes, I guess. It's either kill or be killed in the Squid Games. It low key does look kind of fun actually. Any predictions to who is going to make it to the final game?" He turned around to find his companion spacing out and staring blankly at the wall.

The next thing Logan knew Wade was knelt in front of him with his face at his eye level, pursing his lips to blow a little puff of air into the distracted man's face to get his attention.

"Yoohoo....Is anyone in there? Got any commentary to add to the Squid Games saga?"

Logan of course hadn't been listening, making him frown more now that Wade had proved just that.

"What's wrong, Peanut? We've literally just woken up so there's no way that I've already maxxed out your tolerance limit for me yet," Wade joked like he normally did to try to lighten the mood while Logan remained straight-faced and shook his head.

"Sorry. I really don't know. Just my mind gettin' the best of me again. Nothing unusual," he shrugged, looking down at the floor with Wade knowing he had to take the reins here.

"That's alright, we won't let it ruin your day. If we work together I know we can put it to rest," Wade smiled as he placed his hands on Logan's shoulders and moved to straddle his lap, "Now look at me and try to relax your breathing like we've practiced. Don't be scared. I'm right here with you."

"I'm not scared, Wa- ," he was cut off when Wade threw his arms around his head and pulled it against his chest as he began gently stroking Logan's hair.

"Shhshh, it's okay now. You're safe with me."

Logan rolled his eyes but found Wade's attempts to cheer him up a lot of times would end up working out in the end. Taking a deep breath, he nodded while Wade released him and then cupped the sides of his face to make him look into his eyes.

"You have to want this too. If I could reach into your brain and flick a switch to make you instantly feel better then I would. Just concentrate on me and enjoy the moment. Tell any bad feelings you have to kick rocks," he combed his fingers through the facial hair along Logan's jawline, taking the first step as Logan focused on that and started to relax.

He momentarily closed his eyes while a contented groan escaped him from the soothing touch, feeling Wade's thumbs delicately slide up his face and start to brush over his shut eyelids.

"That's it. Give into the now and let any tension inside of you just melt away," Wade spoke softly, smiling when he felt Logan's hands settle onto his lower back in response. His thumbs continued upward to massage at his forehead, receiving another moan as Logan's head rolled back a little.

"There we are. Doesn't that feel nice, sugar tits?"

Logan opened his eyes, unable to stop from smiling a little as he looked at the man in front of him. Wade was far from being perfect, but the amount of care he showed towards Logan was unmatched in any universe.

Despite his chaotic personality, he somehow managed to bring Logan an overwhelming level of comfort and had even gotten him to not be so bottled up and to lighten up a little more. He was a lot happier these days, even if his mind still threw him for a loop every now and then.

But it didn't matter what the situation, Wade had his back through everything and refused to ever give up on him no matter how many times Logan tried to push him away. He wasn't sure exactly what made Wade want to pursue him in the first place, but in the end, he was glad that he had.

As Wade's eyes stared into his affectionately and his fingers continued to gently caress his scalp Logan felt the feeling of butterflies in his stomach, which was not something he'd experienced much in his lifetime. The feeling put him in a state of serenity and had him thinking that he could seriously marry this idiot someday.

Still, even with all of these relaxed feelings flooding his brain right now he couldn't quite shake that nagging feeling that he'd started with at the back of his mind.

Sure this was all good, but it wasn't what he needed right now. He craved a little rougher action. Something to blow off some steam. He could see that Wade was too busy focusing on enjoying the moment with his forehead leaned against his own as he let out a happy sigh. 

The sight of the normally hyperactive Wade being this calm while he himself was feeling more than restless triggered something inside of him. It was like an itch that he had to scratch. He needed to provoke the merc somehow to get him to change direction of their current situation and engage in a more physical altercation. 

Nothing violent though. While the two of them enjoyed a good brawl together they saved that as an outside-the-apartment activity to keep the peace with Wade's other roommate, Blind Al. He still remembered how pissed she had been about how the apartment had reeked of blood for weeks back before the rule had been created.

Wrestling and grappling with each other proved to be a little less messy and was a good middle ground because it at least helped Logan get some of his pent-up energy out, even if they did occasionally break things in the apartment to get scolded over later. 

There were still a few rules to follow with the obvious being no claws or weapons, though there was also stuff like no biting or punching or eye-gouging. Anything really that might risk any blood being spilt. 

It was usually pretty evenly matched with Wade's cunning tactics versus Logan's brute strength, meaning the scuffle could last for hours at a time. Which is why Wade started seeking out all options to get the edge to one up his partner.

It was a surprise to the both of them when Wade's first joking 'coochie coo' ended up getting a startled laugh out of Logan and instantly destroyed his confident posture. He was doomed after that and started to lose more and more due to the fact that Wade frequently loved to cheat every time he managed to get him pinned by literally tickling him to tears.

And Logan would let him. Not only because he saw how much fun Wade had with it, but it also didn't take him long to realize that laughing himself breathless while struggling to get away was ultimately better at helping him to unwind than being in an actual fight. The serotonin boost he experienced from it all was unreal.

Returning the favor didn't come naturally to him because he'd always seen the concept of tickling as being something too silly for the likes of a guy like him to engage in. But then again, he had never been involved with a guy like Wade before who positively thrived off of things of that nature.

So little by little he started figuring out the merc's weak points and began using Wade's uncensored mouth as a reason to sneak in retaliatory pokes and ticklish squeezes. Or even if Wade himself was feeling a little down Logan liked having a way to coax a smile onto his face and Wade always appreciated that effort.

Still he had never gone full-force on Wade yet to really let him have it. Mainly because he was admittedly a little nervous about what Wade would do back to him, but at this moment it didn't seem like such a bad idea. As stupid as it sounded, a real, no holds barred tickle fight could be just what he needed to drive away the nagging feeling that he had.

He decided he was going for it, and he couldn't hold back the smile as he moved a hand into position deceptively harmless on Wade's left side.

Meanwhile, Wade was just relishing in the feeling of his skin against Logan's, which was quite warm and felt comforting. Loving, physical touch wasn't something that Logan had allowed right away, but Wade eventually broke him down and made him see what he'd been missing all this time.

And now Logan could hardly get enough of it. His heightened senses made him very sensitive to being touched and the way that Wade would pet and caress him so softly brought pleasures to him that he didn't know were even possible.

Not to mention Wade was a little touch-starved himself since he'd last been with Vanessa. His appearance made most people not want to even get within ten feet of him so it had been a while since he'd been close with another human being so intimately.

But Logan wasn't like others and had found Wade's skin to be fascinating in a way and even appealing. The texture was a strong contrast to his own and he found that the feeling of it against his sensitive skin to be very stimulating and enjoyable, which in turn made Wade feel more confident about his body again.

Wade didn't know it was possible to love someone as much as he had Vanessa, but here he was. Totally smitten with the Wolverine of all people. One of his top ten fantasies for sure, which he'd naturally been over-eager to share with Logan.

He didn't know how long this whole thing would last, but he'd try everything in his power to not fuck this one up. The fact that they were alike in many ways, including the major one of being unable to die, gave him a lot of hope and always had him imaging what their future would bring.

Marriage? Life-long vows? A little house on the prairie? Finding a way to procreate and have micro-sized Wades and Logans running around? The possibilities were infinite!

Wade was finally pulled from his daydreaming when the hand settled on his waist began gently squeezing into the flesh, triggering the sensitive nerves in his skin that immediately forced him into giggles.

"Hehey! Logahahahan...B-Baby cahahaakes- heheheheehee- You're tihihickling me," he wiggled in place as he didn't do much to stop it, surprised that Logan had stooped to what he frequently referred to as childish nonsense, especially when he hadn't done anything to antagonize him.

"Oh? Am I? Had no idea," Logan's lips drew into a smirk as his hand slid down a little further to pinch at a good spot he knew of on Wade's hip, making the slimmer man let out an amusing squealing yelp before his hands flew down to grab onto Logan's wrists.

He playfully glared at his boyfriend who retained his look of feigned ignorance to what he had just done.

"I'm pretty sure you know deep down in your caked-up posterior that it's a bad idea to take on me. You're treading dangerous waters, my foolish honey badger. So you stop that now and let me love on you. I'm trying to be nice here," Wade pushed Logan's hand to the side away from him and once he was satisfied he returned to his attempts to be soothing as he started placing soft kisses onto Logan's face.

But Logan wasn't interested. He had smelled blood in the water and now couldn't resist the urge he felt to be the one to wreak a little havoc and completely throw Wade off of his game for once.

"Nice, huh.....Yeah......Well I'm not...."

Wade had no time to react before Logan's hands latched onto his sides and started viciously scribbling at his ribcage as Wade jerked back and immediately tried to curl over in protection. All was in vain though and a split second later he was thrashing in Logan's lap as he laughed and squealed from being tickled mercilessly.

"You ohohovergrohohown weheheheheasel! Aaahahahahahah! Yohohohou're gonna fuhuhuhuhucking dieheeheehee!"

"Oh no, I'm shaking in my boots, darlin'," Logan replied sarcastically with a devious grin as he stepped up his attack, both hands shooting down to Wade's sensitive hips to dig in with his surprisingly quick fingers.

"Hohoholy shihihihhiit! Nooohohoohoooo! Noohohohoot thehehehere!" Wade arched his back and flailed even more spastically as helpless laughter rippled out of him, his hands clinging onto Logan's but having no ability to remove them.

In his desperation to escape, Wade threw all of his weight backwards as he toppled out of Logan's lap and hit the floor with a loud thump. He was only down for a moment as he panted to catch his breath before hearing a mocking snort and looked up to find Logan shaking his head.

"Wow. You're some big-shot assassin, huh? Tch, pretty fuckin' pathetic."

Wade processed his teasing insult as he observed the way Logan was leaning back on his hands on the bed and leering at him with a sly smile. He wasn't tense or in a position of looking to defend himself from Wade's inevitable revenge.

His brain didn't take long to see that it was clearly obvious that Logan was baiting him. The Wolverine wasn't in the mood for tranquility and meditation. He wanted to play. 

Wolverine wanting to start a tickle fight with him was definitely not something he thought he'd ever see, but Wade was one thousand percent thrilled to oblige. In a split-second he had scrambled to his feet and lunged at the other man, knocking him back onto the bed just as his fingers buried into his armpits for some payback.

Logan was just as ticklish, if not more, and Wade was very familiar with every weak spot on his body. He quickly had the X-man in a fit of deep belly laughter as he thrashed with his arms clamped down uselessly, trying to wriggle up the bed to get out from underneath his companion.

"Well well well, look what the fuck we've got here. Weren't you just talking some shit a moment ago? Look who completely falls to pieces when being tickled. And I thought I was dealing with the tough as nails Wolverine here," he pretended to sound surprised while he grinned widely, not letting up one millimeter.

"The- They dohohohon't cahahall me the wohohohohorst- ahahahhahaha- worst Wolverihihihihiine fohohor noh- nohohohohothin'!"

Wade chuckled at the uncontrollable snorts expelling from Logan as he tried to catch his breath between laughs. He found it absolutely adorable.

"Well you got what you wanted, didn't you? And now you're going to fucking pay. For your information I accept Bitcoin, IOUs, gratuitous hand jobs, or the sweet, angelic sounds of Wolvie giggles. I see you've already selected your payment option."

"Shihihihiit! Okaahaahaaay! Truce! Truhuhuhuuuce!" Logan pleaded through his mirth when he found that there was no escape as Wade just gazed down at him skeptically.

"A truce you want, eh? Somehow, I get the feeling that you're not being one hundred percent sincere about that. Go on and explain to me exactly why I should believe you," Wade remained wary and only dug deeper under his arms, making it more of a struggle for Logan to get his words out clearly.

"B-Beheeheehee- Becahahahause- Hahahahaha- 'Cahahause you lohohove meheeheehee!"

"Ugh, you lousy, cheating motherfucker. You just had to pull that goddamn sappy ass card, didn't you?" Wade groaned but relented anyways, "Okay fine fine, I got you back so I guess we can call it eve- Gaah!"

Wade was naive to think that Logan had learned his lesson as the feral man sprang up from the bed to quickly switch positions before grinning a fanged grin down at his prey.

"You're such a fuckin' sucker, Wilson."

"Cock sucker if you want to be specific, though I'd like to remind you that I'm not just a whore and have many other redeeming qualitIEEHEEHEES!" Wade was back to squealing helplessly as Logan kneeled on his legs to hold them down so he could attack his thighs.

"Always blabberin' away, aren't ya Mouth? Ya just never know when to shut the fuck up," Logan teased while his large hands massaged into the softer insides of Wade's thighs, producing the most satisfying cackles as Wade's upper body flailed about comically.

Logan was being a little facetious because he knew the thighs were Wade's most ticklish spot that he had found. It didn't take much there to drive him into a frenzied state to where he would be too overwhelmed with laughter to really be able to utter any intelligible words.

"Naaahahahahaheheeheeheeheee! Sto- hahahahahahahaa! Thahahahaat's uhuhuhunfaaaahaahaahahahahair!"

"Hmm? Didn't understand a word of that. Did you ask for me to never stop? Well okay, if that's what your demented ass wants then who am I to hold that from ya?" He managed to get his hands around to the backs of the legs that now had Wade shrieking to the high heavens.

Logan felt a pleasant tingle in his mind from the fact that he had Wade squirming and squealing underneath him as a mild form of bloodlust started to take over. It stroked something inside of him that he hadn't felt before, and he was finding that he actually didn't want to stop. He finally started to understand Wade's point of view when he was the one being subjected to the same.

Speaking of Wade's point of view, he was absolutely floored by the events of these past few minutes. He had never had Logan come at him this hard before when it came to tickling. Sure he'd oblige him a little every once in a while as payback for whenever Wade would tickle him, but usually he just acted like the whole idea was beneath him.

Even though he was being tickled crazy, Wade was not one bit upset about the situation that he was currently in. He LOVED the fact that Logan had spontaneously decided to provoke him like this even with the knowledge that Wade would most definitely be tickling him back.

He was completely overwhelmed with joy as adrenaline surged in him to fight. Despite the devastating attack going on all over his unbearably ticklish thighs he managed to rip his legs free as he planted both feet against Logan's chest and kicked him off the bed.

Logan fell onto the floor with a grunt, quickly sitting up to see Wade panting for air up on the bed and pointing a shaky finger at him.

"You.....little minx....Ju- Just you wait.....until I get my.....breath back....," Wade threatened with dangerously narrowed eyes.

But Logan had no plans on waiting. His prey drive was still high, and he most definitely was not through with Wade quite yet as his eyes quickly locked onto their next target. Wade had not gotten around to putting on his shoes yet and his socked feet were dangling over the edge within easy reach.

"Thinkin' I'll wait is your first mistake. Now you're gonna get it, shit head," Logan growled playfully as he leapt forward to Wade's delighted horror.

"Waitwaitwait nonono not the feet! Not the feeHEeHeehEETeeHEEHeeEheeH!" Wade screeched loudly once Logan had started to wildly tickle his feet after getting his ankles wrapped tightly in a strong arm.

"Tell me if I'm understanding correctly, 'No' means 'Yes', right? Right. Think I'm learnin' here," the smirk on Logan's face was huge as he scratched at the squirming soles, fingers drifting to the sides to trace the edges and getting just as good of a reaction, "Heh, good spot, huh?"

"You're- ahahahahahahaahaha- wohohohohoorse, you cheeheeheeheeky fuhuhuhucker!" Wade shouted through his out-of-control laughter as he yanked frantically on his legs to try to free himself.

"Says you," Logan snorted, though knowing it was probably true.

"Dohohohon't wohohorry! I'll- gaahahahahaa! I'll prohohooove it toohooo you lahaahaahaater!"

"You're assumin' that I'm gonna let you go. Well I got a newsflash for ya, I don't plan to. Think I'll just keep ya right where ya are," he tweaked at the wiggling toes one by one, drawing more desperate squeals from his helpless quarry.

Wade thought he had died and gone to Heaven. The only person who had ever gotten him this bad before had been Vanessa, though he'd been tied up for that session- Ehem.

Truthfully though, he really didn't mind being tickled. But Wade was the master tickler, and he wasn't ready to be cast from his high and mighty throne just yet. Maybe one day he would let Logan win, but not today....

"Nohohooot toodaahaahaay!" Wade's thoughts blurted from his mouth as he immediately started to tickle Logan back with his fingers attacking his ribs from behind. 

Logan yelped in surprise before breaking into giggles but was determined not to surrender as he tightened his hold on Wade's ankles and doubled down on the tickling.

Wade shrieked and momentarily fell back against the bed before he gathered his strength and lurched himself back up to dig into Logan's sides and armpits again. Logan laughed heartily as he tried his best, though quickly found his grip loosening which enabled Wade to easily pull his feet free.

As the tickling increased, Logan giggled like crazy and attempted to slide to the floor to get away, but Wade wasn't going to let him get off that easily.

"And just where the fuck do you think your cute ass is going? Uh uh no no, the party is just getting started," Wade quickly took the opportunity to wrap his legs around Logan's hips and go for the tackle.

They both tumbled off the bed with a heavy thud as they rolled across the floor together with Wade landing on top to straddle the larger man. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed Logan's arms and quickly pinned them to the floor with his knees, leaving his upper body now completely vulnerable.

Wade delightedly rubbed his hands together before wiggling his fingers up in the air for dramatic effect.

"Hehehe, you are so fucking dead now."

Before Logan could make a move Wade quickly wormed his hands underneath his shirt and furiously tickled his sides and stomach, determined to come out on top in all of this. 

With his belly being his number one worst spot, Logan was a hysterical mess within seconds as he struggled uselessly in Wade's grasp, not being in a good position for defense, much less any offense. He was completely fucked.

"Aahahahaahaahahaha! Waahaahaahaaade! Get ohohohoff!" His legs kicked out desperately as he rolled and squirmed to no avail.

"Sorry sweetie, but I need to make an example out of you, lest anyone else even thinks about trying to challenge me. The name Deadpool will strike fear back into people's hearts once they hear that I took down the great Wolverine- "

"The wohohohooorst!"

"Hush your sexy little mouth! You're the greatest in my eyes and that's all that matters.......Buuuuuuut I'm still going to tickle you to death. Tickle tickle tickle tickle!" His fingers danced over his stomach as they devastated the ticklish muscles, making Logan let out his own squeal of helplessness between his snorts.

"Fuuhuhuhuuuuck! Nooohohohhoooo!"

"No? That means 'Yes', right? Isn't that what you said? ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU SAID?!" Wade grinned and tickled with everything he had in him with his teasing words only increasing Logan's sensitivity as he literally screamed in laughter.

But he didn't mind. Even if Wade had him thinking that maybe he had bitten off a little more than he could chew this whole experience had been exactly what he wanted. That "off" feeling he had had was totally gone and now he just felt completely overwhelmed with the lightheaded feelings of giddiness.

They say laughter is the best medicine and Logan found himself laughing in Wade's prescence a lot more than he used to. Once he had started to drop his guard and get more comfortable around Wade, he found that he actually did say some pretty funny shit.

Still not everything Wade joked about was something Logan understood and could leave him tilting his head at Wade with questionable eyes. But then a few ticklish tasers into his side would get the smile that Wade had been aiming for.

Though it had been rare, Logan hated being tickled in his past because it was mostly done by undesirables simply to embarrass him, but Wade did it in a fun way solely for the fact that he loved making him smile and hearing the sound of his laugh. And Logan didn't find a damn thing wrong with that.

"You think you're the best there is at what you do, huh?! Well you're in my world now, baby! And your tricks of using my love for you against me aren't going to work this time!" Wade proclaimed as he wiggled a finger down into Logan's ultra-sensitive navel, leaving him near out of breath.

Even so Logan was well past the point of trying to bargain his way out of this and had accepted his fate. His entire face and neck were as red as a tomato as he wheezed for air and squirmed feebly with every finger twitch into his belly and waist.

He was just going to let Wade tickle him to his heart's content, like he always did. But at least this time he had the consolation that he didn't go down without a fight as he then lost track of time and started to fade out.

A moment later he felt a thumb softly brushing over his cheeks to wipe away the tears that had leaked out while his eyes blinked to clarity to focus onto Wade smirking with satisfaction down at him.

"You ready to give up, tough guy? There's more where that came from if you're feeling daring...."

Logan only chuckled weakly with a shake of his head as he tried to get his breathing back under control, looking up at Wade with a smile and contentment in his eyes.

"Yeah....Ya win......I give up, asshole."

Wade didn't even see the need to question if he was feeling better now. It already went without saying. He bent over to deliver a quick kiss to Logan's forehead before climbing off of him and helping him sit up.

"Sooooo what did we learn today? Not going to be so gung-ho to mess with me again, are you?"

Logan looked over at him with a small smirk at the corner of his mouth.

"Wouldn't bet on that. I learned you're a lot more ticklish than I thought so I'll be better prepared next time."

"Ha! Just like the argument that Batman will always win with prep time I will be more than happy to prove you wrong," he poked Logan's side one last time as they got up off the ground, "Now if you're through playing games we can carry on with our day of fun and shenanigans."

Logan paused as a thought came across his mind from Wade's last words.

"While we're on the topic of games, I just wanna say fuck Thanos."

Wade turned his head slowly to look at him with an ominous look on his face.

"Exsqueeze me?!"

"Fuck 'im. The prick had it coming. I'm putting my money on Hyun-ju for this season," Logan nodded as Wade clasped his hands together with joy.

"Awww I knew you were listening after all! You sound pretty confident with that prediction. Care to place a wager?"

"Fine. Loser picks up the tab for take-out and at the bar after the show's over. Who's your pick?"

"Dae-ho."

"Dae-ho is a little punk bitch. You're only picking the guys you think are attractive..."

"I am not! He's a disciplined military man, and I really think he has what it takes to make it to the end!"

"If ya say so. But I've been in the military and I'm telling you that guy is a fraud."

"No way! I'll believe it when I see it. But don't get jealous, you know I only have eyes for you, my precious Peanut," Wade cooed as he hugged Logan from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder to nuzzle his head against him.

Logan snorted loudly in objection and rolled his eyes.

"Pffft, I'm not jealous over some fictional television character. Besides I don't think you'd even have a shot. A guy's gotta be pretty fucked up in the head to align stars with you."

"You mean a guy like you, right?" Wade glanced at him out of the corner of his eye as Logan sighed before nodding after a moment.

"Yeah Wade, a guy like me."

"Well I couldn't have bagged myself a better man. And to think all I had to do was kidnap you and you were putty in my hand," Wade squeezed him affectionately as Logan couldn't help coming up with a sarcastic retort.

"Pretty sure that's called Stockholm Syndrome, bub. Someday I'll come to reason and escape your clutches."

"Naaah, you like being in my clutches," Wade grinned as his hands around Logan's stomach came to life and lightly began to tickle him, forcing giggles out of him as he squirmed in Wade's embrace.

"Ehehehehehe, Ahaham I that trahahansparehehehent?"

Wade nodded as he stopped and happily kissed his stubbled cheek.

"Like glass. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"Thanks. God knows the ridicule I'd be under if people knew that I was in love with Wade-fucking-Wilson," Logan spoke lightheartedly and tensed up a little, thinking that comment might make Wade tickle him again, but his fingers didn't even twitch.

"I'm afraid envy brings out the worst in people. They're just mad that they lost their chance and I'm off the market now. Too bad so sad," Wade has such a serious tone to his voice even though Logan knew he was only making light of it all as he turned around to face him with a grin.

"I'm just a lucky guy then I guess, huh?"

"Damn right, you are. You won't find another one like me. I'm one of a kind."

"Except for the literal other hundred Deadpools in the Void that I could have my pick from once I get bored of-- "

There was no warning as Wade promptly tackled him back onto the bed and wasted no time to yank up his shirt so he could blow the most devastating raspberries into his stomach while Logan couldn't get his apologies out fast enough. The tears from his uncontrollable laughter were instant as he begged for his life, but Wade wanted to send a message and refused to let up.