#alpha wolverine

You were supposed to be focused.

You were supposed  to be confident.

You were supposed to be a professional.

But what you actually were was insanely distracted.

There was intel to extract, a security system to bypass, cameras to loop, and thirty floors between you and the objective.

You were the key to the entire mission.

You were the only one who could do it- your skillset too precise, work too delicate to hand off to anyone else.

Why?

You were a bit of a technopath.

Hadn’t mastered your powers yet but one check of your “books” will tell quite a tale of  successful hacking jobs and quite a resume.

Little hacking knowledge, little technopathing through tough spots like walking a tight rope.

Some might consider it cheating, but why not use all your skills to your advantage?

You could fix the dishwasher without touching it, rid computers of virus’ and never leave a digital print.

But a fighter, you were not.

Which was exactly why Logan was paired with you, he’d be the first to admit a fighter was pretty much all he was.

A fighter and a willing bullet shield.

Logan was the perfect person to watch your back while you worked.

Steve and Bucky were good teammates and alphas, but they had special skills of their own that were needed elsewhere.

Both of them were off handling the perimeter, silent, bloodless take downs to buy you as much time as possible.

You, on the other hand, were on ground level, inside the building, and about to hack the enemy’s computer server.

You just...couldn’t start. You were nervous.

One misstep and the building would go into lock down.

You had the hands. The know-how and the ability to cheese your way through tough spots if you lacked the know-how.

But not the focus. Not right now.

And Logan, never exactly the most tactful man, had picked up on it ten minutes ago and was getting impatient.

“You gonna tell me what’s crawled up under your skin,” he muttered as he crouched next to you behind a stack of crates, “or you gonna keep pretendin’ your slick isn’t makin’ you uncomfortable?”

“I’m fine,” you hissed, pulling your pack tighter over your shoulder as you started to work on the electrical panel near the floor.

But you knew you were working slower than you should be on the way in.

Taking longer than usual while you hacked some cheap security camera and digital locks, being extra careful to double check before you did anything for fear of making a mistake.

“You ain’t.” Logan’s tone was flat.

Not scolding.

Not mocking.

Just stating fact.

“You’ve been off all day. Breathing fast, can’t keep your hands steady. Practically flinched when I touched your waist back in the stairwell. You usually love that shit.”

“I didn’t flinch.”

“Didn’t moan either, but hell if your scent didn’t spike like I fingered you through your fuckin’ suit.”

You stared straight ahead, refusing to meet his eyes.

He exhaled, then leaned in close to show his sincerity. Your breath caught.

“Look, I don’t care if this is about heat sneakin’ up on you, or if it’s just my voice makin’ your hormones act stupid. But if you don’t handle it, you’re gonna fuck this mission up.”

You clenched your jaw. “What do you want me to do about it?”

His answer came immediately.

“Let me fuck you.”

Your head whipped toward him, eyes wide. “Are you serious?”

Logan shrugged, “Yeah. Right here, right now. Get it outta your system so you can focus."

“You’re out of your mind!” but the words were hollow.

“I can get the job done quick.”  His eyes flicked down, then up again-slow. Your clit throbbed at the look he gave you; clearly, your scent had been getting to him too.

 “You’re soaked. I could have you on your back and bare in ten seconds, stuffed and satisfied in ninety. I don’t need candles and music. I need you sharp.”

You swallowed hard, thighs pressing together as your clit throbbed, begging you to say yes.

Because the worst part was… he wasn’t wrong.

Your body was begging for it. And everything Logan did -every rough word, every casual flex  of muscle- was making it worse.

Fuck, you wanted him so badly.

“I’ll be quick,” he said, voice lower now. “Won’t even kiss you. Just fuck it out of you, quick and dirty. You get your head back, I keep watch, and we move on. No big deal.”

You hesitated.

He stared at you, steady and still, like he already knew how this ended.

“Unless,” Logan murmured, “you wanna keep trying to ignore it and end up slipping a hand between your legs inside the server room like a fuckin’ amateur.”

Part of you hated him for saying that.

Mostly because it was starting to sound like a really, really good idea.

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You didn’t answer right away.

You couldn’t.

Because the second he offered, the second those words left his mouth, your whole body responded.

Your scent sweetened, your pussy was drowning at this point, and your hands started to shake in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

Logan watched it all. He didn’t smirk, didn’t gloat.

Just waited for your consent, or refusal.

“Yeah,” you finally whispered, voice barely audible. “Okay. Fast.” “Atta girl.”

In a flash, he had you on your hands and knees, and pinned down to the concrete floor with one steady press of his hand between your shoulder blades.

You didn’t care what position he chose, so long as he got the job done so you could get your job done.

He dragged your pants down just far enough to expose your dripping, swollen cunt to the cool air and his greedy gaze.

“Fuck,” he growled low. “Knew it.”

You squirmed, trying to keep your head down, your ass up, and your hips from doing the desperate omega wiggle that had brought alphas to their knees for centuries.

Quick and dirty.

“Keep it quiet,” he commanded, already lining himself up behind you, one hand wrapped tight around his cock. “I’ve been shot during sex before and it’s not as hot as you might think.”

And then he pushed inside.

You nearly choked on a cry you couldn’t afford to let out as he bottomed out in one rough, unforgiving stroke.

No warm-up. No teasing. Just Alpha cock filling your desperate, aching core like he owned it.

It was glorious.

“There she is,” he muttered, hips grinding deep, enjoying the feeling of your pussy stretching to accommodate him for a few seconds. “Knew this was all you needed.”

You scrunched your face to keep from moaning, toes curling in your boots as he pulled back and slammed forward again-steady, brutal, sure.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl,” Logan grunted, fucking you with hard, punishing thrusts. “Could’ve asked for help. Could’ve snuck off before the mission, you only had to ask. But no, you came out here leakin’,  beggin’ with your scent, distractin’ me and the others.”

Each time he pushed in it felt like the head of his cock was massaging that special spot only alphas could reach.

His hand fisted your hair and yanked your head back just enough to whisper against your ear.

“You wanted me to offer, didn’t you? Hoped I’d be the alpha to bring it up?"

You whined- helpless, shaking from the effort of staying silent while your orgasm built.

Logan didn’t slow. Didn’t hold back.

Just drove into you like your cunt was the solution to a problem he intended to solve.

“You’re lucky it’s me,” he growled. “Bucky or Steve would’ve been gentle. But you don’t need gentle right now. You need it hard. Fast. Rutted out of your head so you can think straight.”

His words were electric.

Your whole body locked up - your release gushing around him, breath catching in your throat, as Logan pinned you there and kept going, riding your orgasm.

He finished seconds later, gritting out a groan as he pumped you full, then pulled out with a filthy sound, watching his cum drip out a little bit.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he was swiping the white cream back toward your pussy with a quick touch,  pulling your pants back up and guiding you to sit back up on your knees-which wobbled slightly.

You shivered as the liquid that filled you shifted inside.

“C’mon,” he said, casual again, like he hadn’t just railed you into the concrete. “You’ve got a server to crack.”

You looked up at him, slightly dazed from cumming faster than you ever had in your life. “That’s it?”

He paused, tilted his head, then gave you the ghost of a smirk.

“If you want more, Darlin’… ask me when we get back.”

--

The mission was a success.

 No alarms, no injuries, and no delays… once you finally got your head on straight.

You moved through the last phase of extraction like a ghost; graceful and sharp, gliding through the server room and bypassing security like nothing.

 Focused. Confident. Professional.

The way you’re supposed to be.

By the time you regroup outside with Bucky and Steve, you’re wiping your palms clean and feeling ten pounds lighter.

Bucky gives you a long look.

“Someone’s back in the game,” he mutters, brows raised as he leans against the truck. “Didn’t think we were gonna see this version of you today.”

You roll your eyes. “Nice to see you too, Barnes.”

He gives you a shit eating grin and you brace for the roast you’re probably -definitely-going to receive.

 “Mm. Just sayin’. You were all over the place earlier. Thought maybe your blood sugar dropped or something.”

You open your mouth to fire back, but then-

“Wait.” He pauses dramatically, “Unless…”

He squints at you. Then his gaze drifts over your shoulder. Straight to Logan.

You watched in embarrassment as he put two and two together.

Bucky’s eyes go sharp, knowing, cruel in that way only a big brother figure can manage.

“Ohhh,” he drawls, clearly delighted, “You decided to take your vitamins, huh?”

Your stomach drops.

“What?”

Play dumb play dumb play dumb.

“You know…” Bucky shrugs, voice dripping with mock innocence, “Protein, testosterone. Maybe some special, organic supplements that come in a grumpy Canadian delivery system.”

Busted.

You flush instantly, but before you can defend yourself, Logan walks right past the both of you, completely unbothered.

“Better she take it now than keep actin’ like a bitch in heat,” he mutters as he climbs into the truck.

You slap a hand over your face, “Ugh…”

Bucky laughs so hard he chokes. “Oh my god. You actually did it.” He leans in, whispering like you’re back in high school. “How was it? Was he all grunts and calloused hands and caveman shit?”

You shove him. “Shut up.”

He just laughs harder. “You smell like you got railed behind a warehouse, Doll.”

You glance at Steve, leaning on the driver’s side door. He’s quiet, observant, arms crossed.

“Cap, are you really not gonna say anything?”

Steve raises a brow and walks past with nothing more than, “Glad you’re feeling better, Omega.”

You groan into your hands.

And from the front seat, Logan rumbles without turning around, “You’re welcome.”

You can’t get the alpha off your mind. You’re struggling to focus, struggling to do most things without day dreaming or trying to spot him in the crowd. You felt horrid for what you did to him, no amount of apologising could ever make up for how you burned him. He just sat there though and healed right before your eyes. It didn’t make it any better though. You were off to see Jean, you couldn’t continue like this, you needed time off, where you’d go you have no idea. You walk in rushed and stall again when you see Logan. You turn to leave but Logan’s voice stops you.

“Got a mission, Charles himself requested we go” he says and you frown a little.

You’re given a few days to get ready, you talk to Professor Hank about some way to control your flames or stop them if it was possible. He was hesitant but you begged him and he gave you a serum. You packed your things, packed the serums safely along with brining too many anti-heat and scent blockers. The mission was to look into an underground organisation going on with Mutants. Why the hell Charles asked you to be here you don’t know. You traveled via train into the city then rented a car to head to the town, then booked a motel nearby.

“Here” Logan said handing you a small file and you frown but read it.

Apparently there had been rumours around a bar just outside the town with an underground fighting ring, specifically for fighting mutants. The Government did work with Professor Charles you’re pretty sure, but Logan was the big guns you guess.

Logan hadn’t said a word as you settled down into the motel, hopefully he couldn’t pick up on your anxiety. He left with a small explanation, something about food before he closed the door and you sighed sitting on one of the singles. Why you couldn’t be in your own room was confusing, you went to rent two but he said one with a stern look. You unpack the serum Hank gave you staring at the needles, you hate needles. Hank said to only take it at night just before bed. You quickly hide them when a car pulls up and Logan walks back in with two small bags of food. You eat in silence, glancing to the alpha every few minutes wondering why he was so damn quiet.

“Why’d you bring me?” You ask trying to get conversation as he raises his eyebrow and looks to you.

“Because” he says and you give him a huff.

“Because, isn’t answer” you say.

“Is for me” he looks back to his food and continues eating, end of conversation you guess.

You take a shower just before bed, bring in a change of clothes, toiletries and hiding the serum and your medication in between them. You finish your shower, dry off and stare at the serum, it was for safety, everyone’s safety. You pick the needle up feeling your heart pound in your ears. Hank said to just inject it like a vaccine in the upper arm. A knock at the door comes and you drop the syringe, thankfully back in the small pouch.

“Just a minute!” You call.

“I smell your anxiety from out here” Logan calls and you huff.

“Then cover your nose!” You don’t mean to back talk, but he isn’t helping the situation.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“Mind your business” you say and hear him scoff lightly. You frown as the lock clicks open and he opens the door, a single claw extended before he sheaths it. You’re too in shock to say you’re not dressed as he stares a little wide eyed before his eyes trail to the pouch behind you.

“They’re serums! Hank gave them to me I’m not-“ you struggle with words and shaky hands.

“It’s to dull my mutation” you say.

“Like how you dull your scent?” He snarls a little and you frown confused before he realises what he said.

“Forget it” he growls and closes the door harshly making you jolt. What the hell?

You don’t take the serum, just awkwardly shuffle in your nicest PJ’s and get ready to go to bed. Logan’s outside, smoking, same hard strained look on his face. You get under the covers and sigh as the door opens and he walks back in. You mutter a small goodnight but don’t get a response, oh well.

You wake up to shaking and shot upwards hands out to whatever’s in front of you. Logan hisses and you realise it’s him and your hands are on fire and you’ve touched him.

“I’m so sorry! Oh-“ you retract your hands seeing the red burn marks you left on his naked chest. They heal though and you can’t help but stare, it’s amazing to watch.

“What happened?” You asked checking to see if anything else was on fire.

“You were making noises” he grunts.

“Don’t all people mumble when they sleep?” You question wondering why he woke you up.

“Upset, scared noises” he clarifies and you make a small ‘oh’ sound. You keep your eyes on your hands where they rest on the blanket.

“You really shouldn’t be near me” you half joke half don’t.

“I said you wouldn’t hurt me” he says voice surprisingly softer and you scoff.

“I can hurt you” you say looking to where your burns were.

“I’ve had metal injected into my skeleton” he says and you look to his face in horror. He unsheathes his claws.

“These were bone once” he comments and you stare at them before he retracts them. You wish you could smell his scent this close, nothing but dulled alpha. You feel your shoulders sag at the thought and look to your hands again.

“Did I wake you?” You ask quietly looking back to him as he looks at the window.

“Was already awake” he says with a small shrug.

“Oh, you ok?” You asks and he looks back to you. You look at each other for a while, your cheeks heat and you fidget a little before he gets up and moves.

“Go back to be sleep” is all he says going back to his bed.

Next part ->

“Bitch, you can’t complain about suffering when you get more Logan cleavage than I do,” Wade argued, grumpily, leaning against the couch with his arms crossed and Deadpool mask on (it was an off day for him). You two were facing each other on the couch with reruns of the Golden Girls in the background and Mary Puppins in his lap.

“Cunt, please. You get to fuck them. I can’t even rub one off on them. Don’t complain to me about you lacking when you got a dick to do all that fun shit with his chest and more,” you growl at him, also with your arms crossed and scowling at him. Mary gives you a quick bark, never liking when you growl at her Daddy. “Hush,” you command her, growly, and she whines, jumping off Wade’s lap to run to her bed.

“You scared her,” Wade deadpanned, glaring at you through the whites of his mask and frowning, utterly annoyed.

With a heavy sigh, you look at Mary who has her butt facing you two. “Sorry,” you call out to her. You get a quiet growling grumble in return. Inhaling deeply, you roll your eyes. “She doesn’t like it when I growl at you. This is her having a temper tantrum, not fear. I can’t even smell it.”

Wade had shifted to watching you with his brow ridges down and pinched with his lips nearly a line that somehow his Deadpool mask mimics.

“What?” You ask, curious about what’s on his mind.

“Are you jealous of my dick?” He straight up asks, the Deadpool mask relaxing.

You fell back against the couch with a soft sigh. “Not jealous. I don’t want to covet your penis. I just want one of my own while keeping everything else.” You loosely wave at your crotch.

He frowns in thought. You’re not sure if he’s imagining you with a penis or trying to understand what you’re saying. Since his cock doesn’t appear larger in his hello kitty sweatpants, you assume the latter.

“I’m Salmacian,” you quietly admit.

“Bless you,” Wade replies. You grin and giggle.

He chuckles back at you. “So, what is a salamander ace?”

“Sal-mace-ian. It depends on the community you’re in, but for me, I understand it to be someone who is one gender and wants the genitalia of the biologically XX and XY—a functional penis and a vagina.” You can smell Wade’s arousal before his body starts responding. You continue anyway,” So, I want both. Honestly, I’d like my vagina and have my clit be a penis instead. I don't even have to ejaculate, just want the penile orgasms and being able to fuck people. I mean, it’d be cool to have a g-spot and a prostate but I’m fine with just my g-spot.” There is Wade, next to you, zoned out with his eyes on your face as you finish speaking. His arousal smells very strong with his amazingly fully erect cock that is quickly making a wet spot on the front of his sweatpants. You’re trying to decide what you wanna do.

“I am not Transgender,” you add. “I am Pangender flux,” you remind him. “Salmacian is under the non-binary flag.”

“I remember you saying that before, and that’s good to know,” he coos and scoots over towards you until your thighs and knees are touching. Rolling your eyes at him, you get up but are stopped when he grabs your hips in both of his hands, then scoots you back and over to sit you down on his lap, back to chest.

You grunt disapprovingly while hiding the small smile on your lips. ”You know how Logan is,” you warned Wade.

“Honey badger only gets upset if he doesn’t know,” Wade replied as he slid his hands to your inner thighs and rested them there. He’s merely two inches from your sex and for whatever reason, this particular tease gets you going every time.

Pulling his mask up over his nose, he leans forward to brush his lips against your ear sending a shiver down your spine and goosebumps across your neck and back. “Get out your phone, puppy.” You growl and dig out your phone from your sleep shorts. You open up the camera, pop the little kickstand on your phone case, and set it to record as you place it on the coffee table. This isn’t the first time you’ve made a video and sent it to Logan. Logan and you have done the same to Wade numerous times.

Leaning back against Wade whose hands go to the hem of your T-shirt and pull it up. You raise your arms helping him undress you, revealing your breasts and freckled chest matching your freckled face and arms. He hooks his thumbs into your sleep shorts, you stand up and he pulls them down before pushing his own sweatpants down to the floor. You sit back down on his lap just behind his hard cock. This is your favorite position. It makes it look like you have a cock but never told anyone.

“No wonder you enjoy this so much,” he breathes against your neck. Another shiver goes down your spine and your nipple hardens. ”Look, Logan! They have their own dick now.” You breathed in sharply, eyes cast down at the cock in front of you before looking at your phone with wide eyes. “Go on, puppy,” Wade encourages. “Play with your hard cock for Alpha.” Your eyes go straight to the camera again, and your breath is now shallow, panting. Your heart pounded in your chest at his words, warmth spread from your neck up to your face and down your chest. You’d never done this with a partner and them knowing. You never told partners since it’s taboo and shamed. You’ve always done it in your mind when positions fit. It seems like such a foreign concept: Permission to be genuine and play.

He leans to the side slightly, looking over your shoulder as he watches you. After nearly 30 seconds, he offers, “Maybe we should start with your pussy? Hmm? Make sure they’re both all nice and ready for fun.” The fingertips of left hand moved to your inner thigh, running up and down slowly while his right has a finger running up and down your folds. You were soaked. He added another finger and worked on gathering up your slick from around his your cock before taking your cock in hand. You and he inhale sharply, watching his slick-covered fingers begin to move down your shaft. It was as if someone had punched your moan out of you.

“Like that baby…boy,” Wade asked. You vigorously nodded. “Why don’t you help me? Show me what you like.”

Your hand shakily laid on top of his. “Oh, no, little boy.” Wade pulled his hand away and made sure to return yours to your cock. Your breath stuttered. You logically knew this was Wade’s dick but you swear in that moment you swear you could feel your fingers wrapped around it.

Your eyes never left your cock. The warmth from your hand and the sensitivity of your cock. The slickness under your hand. You needed more. You let go and swept all four fingertips to gather a good amount of your wetness before grabbing the head of your cock. You tightened your grip some and glided down. Wade and you both moaned, again, at the sensation. Continuing to move back up before returning downward, gathering more slick from your cunt as you did.

You could feel yourself grow wetter with each pass. Grunting as you work into an easy rhythm before adding a twist at the head. Wade hummed a groan. This felt so good that you nearly lost balance. Wade wrapped his arm under your breasts to keep you in place. “Just like that, baby,” he cooed, placing open-mouth kisses on your neck. You whined at his words. You could feel pinpricks of sweat forming on your scalp before they slid down onto your face and neck.

He licked the sweat from your skin, coating you in his scent. You hummed approvingly as you worked your cock faster. Suddenly, your core felt so empty that your other hand went straight to your entrance trying to stuff three fingers. Wade bit into your neck and nearly broke skin. Gasping, you closed your eyes for a few moments with your hand stuttering its rhythm. He pulled your hand away and stuffing fingers into your entrance as you worked your cock. “Such a hungry puppy, aren’t you?” He growled against your shoulder. He made sure to lean back some more, keeping you at more of an angle for the video as he used his other than to cover your hand so you were both jacking off. Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes closed, and nearly overwhelmed by pleasure. Wade licked along your neck before nipping and sucking purple blotches into your skin. You moaned and whined. Felt tears burn behind your eyelids only to slide down your cheeks. You sobbed in rapture.

He nipped at the scar over your scent gland, the mating bite Logan made claiming you. You shuddered. “I can feel you clenching against my fingers, puppy,” Wade said into your skin and kissed the scar. He suddenly pulled his hand out, causing an unhappy whine from you. He then pushed four fingers into your entrance and bit at your mating scar as he pounded his fingers into your core. This sent you (both) over the edge. A scream caught in your throat that never made it past, silent as your body seized up and your channel clenched around Wade’s fingers, milking them while he kept his pace to keep your orgasm going. You could feel your warm spend dripping down your fingers as you and Wade worked your throbbing cock through. The intensity was too much for you, breath caught in your throat. Every peak hitting harder than the last until your body fell pliant against him and darkness invaded.

The next time you open your eyes, you find yourself laying on Wade, cleaned up from what it feels like, and several blankets over you both. You can smell all three of you on the blankets and bedsheets. Your mate’s scent hits you followed by footsteps entering the room and what sounds like a glass set down on the nightstand. Feeling the bed shift, you know Logan is here. He slides in under the blankets and presses up against you, wrapping his arm around you tightly with Wade’s.

This whole time you never moved, never made a sound, never changed your breathing, just listened and smelled. Your eyes open looking at nothing but Wade’s textured skin and the feel of his firm chest under your cheek. Arms suddenly squeeze you a bit harder before you’re suddenly shifted by two sets of hands onto your other side into Logan’s hairy, firm chest. Inhaling Logan’s scent makes you feel relaxed; didn’t notice your tension until now. You feel Logan wrap his arms around you and place kisses into your hair. Wade shifts the arm around you both and his leg over your hip, like usual, as Logan helps him get closer. Logan shushes you, and that’s when you realize you’re crying and whimpering. It’s as if you’ve come back to yourself, overwhelmed and confused, and scared. Everything feels different in your head. Wade pressed kisses against your temple and cheek.

You nuzzle into Logan’s chest, enveloping you into your alpha’s scent. Inhaling his scent into your lungs as tears freely flow from your eyes. You don’t understand why you’re crying, just that you are.

It was wonderful and scary.

Does it change anything? What does your mate think? You worry.

“You okay?” Logan whispers. Shifting your head up, you look at him with your brow furrowed and nod. “You don’t smell like it.”

“‘Memberin’,” you reply. “Just thinkin’.” You realize that you do feel a bit upset about it still but remembering how Wade and Logan took care of you after made you feel so safe and wanted. Logan pushing his love and adoration into your shared bond.

“Bout what?” He asked. You smile and kiss his chest. “Bout that time, after when you and Wade took such good care of me.”

You send snippets of the memory to him through your connection.

Logan smiled at you, this warm almost secret smile that he only shows his mates.

“You made me feel so safe and wanted,” you remind him.

“We love you, puppy.” He kisses your hair again.

“I know, alpha,” you whisper, then nuzzle into his chest again. You love how your alpha feels and smells against you. How amazing it is with Wade’s scent added. They accept you for who and what you are, authentic and genuinely you.

You haven’t left your room for a week you think. You sat in the corner mostly, your body would engulf in flames and you scream out in pain before exhaustion took over and they stopped before your body would regenerate. You’ve melted the door shut in the bomb shelter training area. Nobody could get through that or the thick concrete walls so you stay here making yourself safe making everyone else safe.

It feels more than dying an agony deep in the pit of your heart and stomach. It’s not just the pain it’s being away from him. You didn’t realise how much you truely imprinted on him, how you truely believed in that cell he was your alpha, it was the only thing that kept you going. You don’t feet hunger or thirst, thankfully there was a small bathroom through a little door in the shelter you could use. You hadn’t showered though, you don’t think you’ve brushed your teeth either. Charles tries to speak to you, Jean tries too but you just engulf in flames and cry out in pain knowing they feel it too. You want to rot away, wither into the ground or burn to death. You can’t die though, whatever they did it succeeded and you cannot die. No matter how much you burn you always heal too quickly always in between the stage of major burns and healing skin. You can’t cry anymore, barely able to move from this cold floor.

The doors ruined covered in slash marks and dents. He’s tried getting in so many times and failed. It kills him, he thinks that this is truely what dying feels like. Charles had kept you stable the whole flight and like a machine you walked down to the old bomb shelter and sealed yourself in. He hears every time you shout in agony before you pass out, his knuckles go raw and bloody every time before they heal. He’s begged Jean and Charles to do something but every time they try to connect there’s your pain in their features and they can’t hold even while you sleep. He hasn’t left the door since you got here, he knows he smells and his stomach is hollow. Jean brings him food and water but he doesn’t eat, knowing you’re not eating. He saw everything they did to you, made him watch like it was a damn cinema. Watched you burn yourself to death then heal just as quick. Watched every time they brought you back to the table, the exhaustion in your features, the sunken ness of your eyes, the black bags and pale skin before the regeneration kicked in. He knew though, knew you were exhausted and ready to give up and all he could do was watch. This woman that captured you both was a legacy of William Stryker same kind of fucked up though. She kept him on a heel, forcing him to give blood, bone marrow, tissue samples whatever the hell they wanted. He knew that look of panic to well and seeing it on your innocent face broke his heart. He was yours body and soul, heart and mind, he needed to be with you right now, needed to help you, help his omega.

You jolt when a red flash blares through the door and Logan’s raging in. Your whole body goes on edge begging him to stay the hell away so you don’t hurt him. He’s pissed or so you think, the look on his face, tight jaw and stern eyes as he quickly covers the length of the bunker. You sob and beg him not to come close but he’s there, arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. You feel like lead and breathe him in fully. Your body reacts to your alpha and you almost collapse. You cry now, a burst dam down your face as he holds you tightly. Your arms go around him holding yourself as close as you can to him. You stay like that till you can’t cry anymore and exhaustion takes over.

“Logan” you mumble feeling like you’re going to collapse.

“I got you” he whispers. He smells just as bad as you, but his alpha scent is fully through your senses.

“We’re going to go have a bath, and get some sleep” he says, it’s not a request though and all you can do is nod.

“Up” his hands move to your thighs and you flush.

“Logan I’m too he-“ you go speak looking to him.

“Up, omega” he repeats and raises an eyebrow. You manage to jump and he lifts you easily, your arms going around his neck and his under your thighs. You rest your head on his shoulder, walk past Jean and Charles. You can’t look at them so you hide your face. You’re worried about engulfing in flames again, the simmering anxiety always there. He walks to the upper level, going down the hall before going into a room, his room.

“Logan” you mutter.

“I’ll burn everything down in here” you add with guilt. He thinks about it knows your right and lets out a small growl before he’s turning and heading to the direction of your room. He sets you down on the bed, that’s been replaced, as has the carpet and bedside tables. You run your hands over the sheets a light grey colour. Logan heads to the bathroom and starts to run the water before he’s back out in the bedroom. He closes the door and locks it before turning back to you. He looks worn out, probably how you look too, his hair a mess his beard unkept. You see the tears well in his eyes and feel it pang in your stomach.

“I’m sorry” you mutter trying to control your emotions.

“No, no don’t you dare apologise” he’s over quickly hands cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears. He takes a small breath closes his eyes as a tear rolls down his cheek. He presses your foreheads together as you cry. His thumb caresses your cheek as you lift a hand to hold his wrist.

“The bath” you mutter and he curses before going to the bathroom. He comes back out, leaning down to pick you up again, but you stand in shaky legs. You give him a small smile and he sighs but allows you to walk to the bathroom. You don’t dare look at the mirror as you settle down to sit on the toilet to take your shoes and socks off. Logan’s there instantly though the alpha kneeling and taking off your shoes and socks which no doubt stink. You’re embarrassed but he doesn’t care, his brows frowning as he concentrates. He glared at the suit given to you by the people who captured you and he growls softly. You cup his face this time and his eyes are instantly on you softening. You stroke his cheek feeling the course hair before you gulp a little and lean closer. He meets you and presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss that has you melting.

“Sorry” you mutter dropping your hands.

“Why?” He frowns a little breathless.

“My breath stinks” you mumble and he laughs the noise waking up something inside you as you smile.

“Bath’ll get cold” he says softly and you nod. You stand as he does and curse this suit. You strip without thinking, wanting to be rid of it. You glare at it as you kick it off with shaky legs before glancing up to Logan who has turned his back to you. You lift your hand to his shoulder only to freeze when you see flames dancing along your skin.

“Logan get out!” You yell in a panic as he turns around and sees your arm.

“Omega! Omega calm down” he says as you shake and whimper. He whispers your name softly a few times hands cupping your face as you try to back away. You’ve closed your eyes too scared to open them.

“Look at me” he whispers and you shake your head.

“Look at me omega” he says and your forced too open them. You breathe deeply seeing that they’re only flickering softly before disappearing. You stare at your arms then his face as he nods.

“Easy” he says softly and you nod. He helps you into the bath eyes never leaving your face as you sigh and feel your muscles relax. He goes to the bathroom cupboard, grabs out some new soaps, shampoo and conditioner, a sponge and a hair brush. He empty’s a container and rinses it out before lying on the bathtub side. He wets the sponge before showing you two bottles of body wash. You point to the left and he pours some on before gently washing your arms and shoulders. You feel hot again, your cheeks no doubt red at the affection the alpha gives you. Neither of you say a word and when you find flames dancing on your skin he sends out calming alpha pheromones to calm you down instantly. He washes your hair with gentle care and tenderness, you try to hide your tears as they come but your alpha knows as he mutters soft words. he presses kisses to your head your temples, your cheek while he washes you. You’ve washed and brushed your teeth, the waters gone cold though and you silently wish it didn’t so you could stay here. He dips his hand in the water and frowns though.

“Come on” he helps you out and wraps a towel around you before his arms go around you too.

“You’ll get wet” you mumble and he grunts in response making roll your eyes slightly.

“You need a shower too” you mutter.

“Saying I stink?” He says teasing to his tone as you huff quietly.

“I am” you tease back hearing and feeling him chuckle against you.

“Go dry and get dressed, I’ll be there in a minute” he mutters against your head before he presses his lips to it and lets you go.

“Take more than a minute please” you quietly sass and he growls teasingly before you leave the bathroom.

You sit on the bed in the towel, staring at the floor as images flash through your mind of what happened. You take a small breath listening to the shower as you walk over to the wardrobe. You put on some pyjamas and dry your hair before the shower stops. You feel. Numb. You’re clean thankfully but numb, you need to sleep, a proper sleep not passing out from exhaustion and waking up in agony. You need to find out what the hell they did to you too. Logan can’t stay here, your alpha can’t stay here not while you’re unstable, he may regenerate, but your fire, they’ve done something to it, made it even more dangerous.

You leave Logan, in the morning and go down to the training bunker. There’s a small bedroom attached to the bathroom where you stay. The doors been fixed already thankfully. It’s safer down here for everyone including your alpha.

“What are you doing down here?” You hear Logan’s gravely voice and sigh.

“I am trying to protect you! Can’t you see that I will kill you now!” You yell without thinking.

“Then do it, I don’t care” his voice is low and deadly serious and you struggle to breathe as you walk out the room and meet him in the bunker.

“You don’t get to choose where I stay or go” he says eyes narrow and brows furrowed.

“What part of I will kill you don’t you understand!” You shouldn’t yell at him, certainly not an alpha as strong as him.

“I will burn you, they did something to me!” You add body getting hotter and flames dancing on your skin.

“And I watched! I saw every fucking thing!” He growls back and your eyes go wide.

“They made me stay in a cell and watch like I was in a damn cinema with front row seats” he’s an inch away from you and your body trembles.

“I’m staying right here by my omegas side whether she likes it or not, burn me to hell I don’t care” his eyes are intense and you sag defeated.

“Look at me” he mutters and you lift your head.

“I’m yours, I’m not going anywhere, you’ll control it, Jean and Charles will figure it out whatever they did to you” he cups your cheeks and you melt against the alpha.

“You’re my omega it’s my job as alpha to protect, provide and care for you” you feel tears well in your eyes and give a small nod.

“Ok?” He whispers.

“Ok”

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The next day you wait till around dinner time to head to the bar, you put on a fancy dress and some low heels, throw on some makeup and sigh. You stare at your reflection poking your stomach, hips and waist, you had put on one of those slender shapewear things too. You rolled your eyes opened the bathroom door a little harshly and grabbed your small purse.

“Let’s go” you grumbled hating this plan already.

“Actually, no, why the hell am I here?” You turn making Logan almost run into you.

“Never been on a mission before?” He asks.

“No?” You say frowning and he falters.

“You’ve been itching to get out the school” he says.

“How do you know that?” You ask, you’d only just gone to speak with Jean about it when you walked in on them both in her lab.

“Because-“ he growls a little pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Stay here” he says moving out the way.

“No, you said to come, so I will go” his lips curls up showing the two fangs he has.

“Omega” he grumbles as you walk out the motel door and to the car.

You had thrown on some perfume to go over your dulled scent, like hell you could flirt your way into a secret fighting ring. Better off getting your ass caught and thrown in there. You stare out the window till you arrive. When you enter you already hate it, your whole body tenses and you feel eyes. You forced Logan to wait at least ten minutes before coming in. You sit in a small booth finding yourself ready to flee and your hands overly hot. Logan walks in, cigar in his mouth, leather jacket over his shoulders. You take a small breath as he heads over to the bar. You didn’t look at him properly when you left the motel, jeans, plain white shirt and a leather brown jacket with boots. He orders so naturally and you wish you took the keys for yourself. You know he’s appealing, the few other women in the bar getting an eye full. You don’t blame them but the heat dancing on your palm says otherwise.

“Can I get ya something doll?” A older woman asks.

“Just a smoothie?” You ask and she smiles and nods. It was a bar cross restaurant you think from the dining tables to one side with the register and small display of foods and the bar and pool table on the other side. Logan starts talking around, grabs a pool cue and joins the game. You were truely going to hell for your thoughts as he bent over the table and striked the ball. The waitress comes with your juice and you thank her. You relax a bit, nobody’s on this side of the restaurant, the smoothie is nice and cold too though your head feels a little funny. You look out the window to the dusty car park figuring Logan could handle majority of this mission. You sigh a bit glancing back to Logan seeing a brunette woman by his side. She’s gorgeous, slim waist and body, nice sized boobs and ass, the dress complimenting her every curve and just the right amount of makeup on her face. She’s faking not knowing how to play, or she genuinely doesn’t know how to play as Logan shows her. He doesn’t do the whole get behind her thing and lean with her though, which makes her disappointed even if she gets one of the pool balls in the shoot.

Logan hates himself, he hadn’t realised you had never been on a mission and Charles sure as hell didn’t ask you and him to go. It was supposed to be Jean and him, but when you walked in shoulders tense and looking ready to burst again he decided you and him needed to get out. You’re quiet the whole ride, awkwardly trying to act normal as he forces himself not to smile at it. You don’t know how to act around him, he doesn’t blame you, he’s always been a cold hard bastard. When you have a shower he stares at the door wondering if you’d let him join you, he wants to fell your body so bad, feel those thighs around his head, sink his teeth into your flesh while you moan his name. He’s worked up even more now he swears, you’re too shy and kind for someone like him. Once the shower stops he sighs a little missing his opportunity, he frowns though when you take a long time in there and your anxiety peeks. It’s like he’s in tune with you and he gets up and knocks. Your response has him on edge and opening the door without permission. Seeing you in a towel, flushed and fresh out the shower has his dick hardening. Fuck he wants to smell you, breathe in that sweet scent he knows you have. He sees the syringes in the counter though and his face turns hard. It looks like something Hank cooked up which probably means it’s for your mutation. He gets snappy for no reason and growls when he does leaving you confused. He smokes even though it does nothing before going back inside and seeing you already tucked in your bed. He slides his shirt off and kicks off his shoes before he’s in bed too.

He lays awake, one hand above his head one resting on his chest, he hears you whimper a few times and frowns before you start to mumble panicked and your scent spikes. He’s up quickly and sitting on the edge of your bed, your over heating, he sees small flames dance on your face as it squints. He shakes you gently and you’re up quickly hands out. You burn his chest and he hisses. He hates how you instantly worry and sadden tears in your eyes. He heals easily though, he’d get burnt a thousand times if it meant to be this close. He curses your scent blocker, wants to set it on fire and throw the ashes far away from your reach. He wants to lean forward feel your lips against his, feel your heated body against his.

Watching you now sip whatever the hell that was in your cup and look outside a little calmed in that perfect black dress. He forgot breathing was a thing till his lungs demanded air. Your hips looked so grabable, the way your hair sat was perfect. You were safer over there than here while he talked and tried to gather information. A beta woman came up to him though, flirted with big brown eyes and innocence. He played along for a bit hoping to gather information, but he doubted she’d know, she wasn’t a mutant, nor did she smell like anything related to violence. He showed her how to shoot properly and she lost interest thankfully. He looked back to you, your eyes hard on the woman and pride swelled up in him. He saw small flickers of flame along your skin as you caught his eyes and looked away with red cheeks. He walks over, he doesn’t think anyone here has information. Slides in the booth while you frown a little still blushing.

“Come play” he cocks his head a small smirk on his lip’s and you choke a little on your drink.

“No thank you, I’m happy here with my smoothie, pretty sure the blonde wants a go” you gesture vaguely to the other side.

“Come on” he’s teasing, seeing if you’ll break as his nose flares a little catching something sweet that isn’t your perfume.

“Fine” you sigh.

This was a bad idea, agreeing to whatever evil plan the alpha conspired. You hate the looks the women give and think about going back.

“Logan-“ you say hesitantly but he’s already grabbed two pool cues and set up the table.

“Do you know how to play?” He asks.

“Vaguely, whoever shoots first, if they get a high or low in that’s their numbers, first one to get all there numbers in and then the eight wins” you shrug and see him with a small look of awe on his face.

“You shoot” he cocks his head to the table as stands casually.

“I’m not good at this” you grumble. You lean down and aim, hitting the ball harshly, too harshly, it ends up bouncing and you wish the earth would swallow you up.

“Too much force” Logan says.

“You go first” you get embarrassed and hurry away feeling your head spin a little again.

“Hey” the alpha holds your arm and you jolt a bit. You gulp a little feeling like everyone’s watching you with hatred that this handsome alpha is focused on you.

“Logan-“ you sigh looking to his face. He’s got some puppy dog look going on and you almost choke again. You take a small breath a small frown on your face, you could pick up more of his scent now.

“Just- you go first” you say quietly and he nods. He rearranges the balls and hits them easily, a high going in first.

“Guess I’m highs” he’s says and you nod going around the table. You lean down a little thankful this dress is below knee high. You aim a bit till Logan’s voice makes you jump.

“You won’t hit there” he says and you huff turning to him a small smile playing at his lips. He walks to you and your heart rate picks up as he slides his body easily around yours. Your cheeks flush instantly and realise he’s going to really show you how to shoot. Your mind kicks into override and you scramble out of his hold breathing quickly and he frowns.

“This was a bad idea, keys? Keys where’s the keys” you say rushed body hot as he hands you the keys. You rush outside letting the cool air calm your body and small flames flickering on your arms. You feel like crying and curse softly as you hang your head.

“You ok there doll face?” You frown looking to your left seeing an alpha leaning against the wall smoking.

“Yes, sorry” you say shuffling away a bit as you catch his scent with a small frown. Why was everyone’s scents stronger? You think back to last night body going ridged as you remember in your hastiness to put the serum away you forgot your anti-heat and scent blockers. Panic rises up in you, sure you’ve forgotten them before at the safety of the school where you had access to your room and a locked door.

“Logan” you mumble needing to get inside till the alpha nearby blocks it. You frown not use to this kind of treatment as he a smirk plays at his face. He looks ok you guess, bear a little messy, teeth a bit too yellow for your liking. You feel your hands shake and feel the heat of your flames along your skin.

“Sir I need to get back to my alpha” you lie and he glances to your neck scoffing.

“What alpha?” He leans closer as you back away, but he follows.

“This one” Logan growls behind him, pulling the man away from you and punching him. The man’s knocked out instantly and you take a small shaky breath.

“You ok?” He asks a frown on his face as you shake your head. Gods his scent, it flares with worry as he comes closer nose flaring, eyes narrowing.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t take-“ you take a small breath hugging your body, flames dancing across your arms.

“Hey, hey it’s ok” Logan comes closer large hands on your heated skin.

“You barged in and I panicked with the serum I forgot to take them” you feel tears in your eyes, you feel stupid. Logan has a frown on his face but he tugs you to him, arms going around your shoulders, a hand cradling your head. You shudder forced to breathe him in a small noise leaving your throat. You can’t help your arms going around him and nuzzling closed, wanting his scent all over you. You feel something prick your neck then and jolt.

“Logan” you slur as your body goes limp.

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- He'd be the very definition of scary dog privilege. No one messes with his little Dove and lives to take another breath.

- Before they mated, he'd hate every guy she went out with and not think anyone was good enough for her

- He looks so angry in public. Crowds make way as he nears. Yet the chatty little omega on his arm is bouncing on her heels and smiling up at him without a hint of fear or discomfort.

-Total opposites, yet so perfect for each other.

-Dove is tougher than she looks and likes it rough.

-She accepts his feral side and can take his ruts like a champ. He loves watching her normally taught little belly inflate with his loads, and plugging her while she rests to keep it inside.

- She belongs to Logan, after all. She'd be full of him constantly if he had his way, and he did his best to achieve that goal.

-Skirts! The skirts! His rough, calloused hands slide up her soft legs, beneath the pastel blue fabric. She immediately spreads her thighs for him.

-If she's super dtf, she doesn't wear panties under her skirt at all. His sharp eyes can see the lack of panty line a mile away.

-Possessive. He hates when Dove has to be the distraction during a mission and as soon as possible fucks her against the wall in the nearest alley or dark corner as if to re-establish his claim.

-She loves how his touch erases the memory of the previous one, and she actually feels CLEANER once his thick cum is slowly pooling into her panties.

- Sometimes he jumps the gun and does this before the mission is actually done. If they can't risk anyone catching a whiff, Alpha Logan is very happy to plug her tight little pussy with a special device until she can safely evacuate it upon their return.

-Pretty free use, though he very much values her comfort and consent. Her little omega hip wiggles to encourage him just before he enters are a personal favorite.

- Grunts, and growls. Purrs that rub her brain AND her clit. She can FEEL the deep, gruff sounds coming from his thick, muscular torso. His breath in her ear shakes and shutters.

- "Mine." He snarls, arms curling tighter around her as if someone were going to try and take her from him.

-Logan would shred anyone who tried to ribbons, of course.

- Dirty talk! Experienced, confident Logan loves to praise his little cum slut. Telling her he's gonna give her so much she'll be leaking for DAYS.

- Speaking of, you know Alpha Logan has just as much stamina as any super soldier and his loads are twice the size.

-During ruts she finds herself feeling sloshy after a while but she couldn't care less. This is exactly what she wanted.

She may be a lady, but for her alpha, she IS a whore.

And he loves her.

A few days later when Logan had another, Goslyn wakes up Wade too. They find Logan awake and sweating in his bed. Wade quickly goes to get a glass of water which Logan drinks it down like a man parched. Goslyn slides into his bed like before but so does Wade. At first, Logan is confused but his tired, animal brain smells them together and their complimentary scents seem to calm him. His Alpha wants to mark them both being pack but Logan ignores it for now. Wade cards his fingers through his hair, his fingertips periodically rubbing his scalp while Goslyn slowly but firmly rubs up and down his chest. Logan leans into Wade’s touch. Wade says nothing and continues his action. Once in a while, Goslyn scratched his chest a few times before returning to rub. As Logan relaxes, he rolls on his side facing Goslyn allowing Wade to be the big spoon. Wade inhales slowly to stop himself acting overexcitedly. He quickly cozies up to Logan, wrapping an arm around his chest and nuzzling the top knob of his spine while slowing down carding his hair.

Goslyn cups Logan’s face and rubs his cheek with their thumb. “You’re safe here, Logan. No one is gonna hurt you. Not anymore,” they promise.

He appreciates the words but trouble always finds him. He pushes that away for tonight.

Sleepy Logan gives Goslyn a sweet tired smile and leans into kiss into their palm. Goslyn reciprocates the kiss by pecking one on his chest. “Sleep,” they gently command. He nods, beginning to hear Wade lightly snore behind him. Goslyn snuggles up against Logan, nuzzling their cheek against his hairy chest and sighs. Their left hand rests at his side and a foot rubs between his calves. He wraps his arm around their back, holding them against him and on Wade’s forearm. He witnesses them placing a few kisses on Wade’s textured arm. “Night, love,” Goslyn quietly says into Wade’s arm. Wade murmurs unintelligibly in his sleep. Goslyn subtly removes the light from the room to make sure Logan sleeps well

The next day Goslyn wakes up first and returns light to the norm in the curtain-dim room. They watch Logan sleep a few minutes before cupping his chin and lightly scratching his beard. He hums appreciatively. Their hand falls back to his chest and nuzzles against him again before relaxing into him. Logan purrs quietly, lulling Goslyn back to sleep.

A little while later, Goslyn wakes up to find Logan’s bed cooling and empty. Sitting up and stretching, they slide off the bed and head out into the living room. They find the two men sitting next to each other on the couch, drinking coffee while watching tv. Wade’s arm is across the back of the couch, carding his fingers through Logan’s hair, and scratching his scalp with his blunt nails. Goslyn smiles, glad that Logan is getting used to their touch. Trusting them. They see sometimes it can be hard for him to accept. He finds it easier to take from them than Wade. That’s ok. It’s a work in progress, they remind themself.

In the evening once in bed, Wade was the big spoon to Goslyn’s little spoon. He relaxed and waited a few minutes as they laid in the dark before kissing along their neck. Fingertips traveled up the inside of their shirt along their stomach to their breast. He held it in his warm and textured hand, massaging it. He began to suck and nibble the sensitive spot below their ear. Goslyn moaned-hummed and shifted closer to him.

Wade smirked against their neck as he moved to nibble on their ear while his hand began to lightly pinch and gently pull their nipple. After a few seconds, a sleepy Goslyn became squirmy against him. They whimpered, feeling Wade’s clothed erection against their buttocks. “Daddy,” they quietly whined.

“Shh, I got you, little bunny,” he quietly cooed. Wade is able to play them like an instrument after many years together.

He pulled down his underwear and shorts in one go to his thighs, taking out his hard cock before pulling their panties down. Goslyn shifted, easily wet and leaking from his teasing, angling their hips and trying to make their entrance easier to access.

Wade held his cock, wetting the head a bit with their slick before slowly pushing into them all the way. He held back a moan as Goslyn pushed their head into the pillow groaning into it. He started a slow pace, listening to Goslyn’s breath turn into panting, lifting their leg to his hip, and feeling them move to meet his thrusts. He nuzzled into their neck, nipped, kissed and licked the sensitive spots. He pinched their other nipple, harder and pulled further, driving a gasp from them as they arched into his hand.

“There they are,” he smirked, breathed into their ear and licked the rim, sending a shutter down their spine. His pace sped up, the muffled sound of skin against skin as Goslyn met him. “Harder,” Goslyn begged, shifting their pelvis for him to reach deeper. Wade leaned back, scooted down a little to make sure he made Goslyn feel amazing. “Like that, baby they?”

“Yeah,” they whisper-breathed as his cock rubbed against their g-spot over and over and over again with every thrust. His hand slid up their chest, out of their collar to lightly hold their throat. He could feel Goslyn’s pulse speed up under his hand further. Goslyn could feel that pleasurable coil wind tighter and tighter low in them. His other hand shifted down, delving toward where they were joined. Goslyn held on to his forearm through their shirt, digging their nails into it as they drew closer to their release.

He gathered some of their wetness on his hand before finding and wrapping his hand around their small hard cock, stroking from base to tip to push them towards the edge in mere seconds before their walls squeezed around his cock. Goslyn silently gasped as they were launched over the precipice. Their cock coating Wade’s hand in their spend.

Wade groaned, keeping the punishing pace, his steady stroking of their cock. When Goslyn finally was able to stutter and moaned, biting their lip trying to keep it down. Their thighs trembled, toes curled, and pushed their back into his chest. Whimpering at the intensity, their walls so sensitive as Wade fucked into them driving towards his own peak.

“So good,” he huffed. “The best pretty they-dy I’ve ever known,” he praised, thrusting harshly into them as his orgasm hit him hard. Shooting rope after rope against their gummy walls with each thrust. He rumbles a moan into their hair, panting as his hips kept moving. His stroking never stopping Goslyn’s own, extended their orgasm until his was finished.

Wade stilled his hips, remaining inside them as the two panted. He slid his hand from their throat, out of their shirt and fixed it. His other hand came to his lips to lick and suck his hand clean with an appreciative hum. He wiped his had on his shirt before he took their calf and lowered their leg, adjusting to remain within. Wrapping his arms around them, nuzzling into their hair. It took a few minutes before their breathing calmed.

“Fuck, Wade,” Goslyn quietly exclaimed.

He smiled. “I did that already,” he chuckled before planting a few kisses on the side of their head and face. Goslyn giggled, scrunching up their freckled nose.

“I could go again,” he offered into his ear.

“We’re not playing how many orgasms before I pass out right now,” they informed. “I’m too tired.”

Wade pouted but relented. “Ok but you’re cockwarming me to sleep.”

Rolling their eyes with a small smile on their lips, they nodded. “Ok, Daddy,” they smiled into their words.

Wade pressed Goslyn’s back against his chest as he wiggled to get deeper. Goslyn inhaled sharply before relaxing again when Wade stilled.

“Love you, Wade.”

“Love you too, bun bun.” He placed a kiss into their hair.

Unaware their noises were disturbing their enhanced hearing and smelling roommate, despite their attempts at muting their voices, their combined scents and their smell of sex went straight to Logan’s dick.

His alpha demands to join his pack mates and change their dynamics as their alpha. He pushed his alpha away, resisting the urge, tried to ignore them, but his enhanced senses were working against him as his cock thickened up while his mind conjured images of the two naked and fucking.

Wade thrusted into Goslyn’s wetness as he bit and sucked on their neck and shoulder. Plucking at their nipples. When Goslyn moaned “harder”, his knot started to inflate. He quietly growled and stuck his hand into his underwear, the contact relieving.

Logan wrapped his hand around his thick, long alpha cock, pumping it from base to tip, and rubbing his thumb over the slit collecting the drops before going down again. He panted and rumbled at the pleasure from the images in his mind and the sounds of their love making.

He could smell how close they were to their orgasms. He hummed at the smell. His pumping turned to thrusts into his wet hand as he too was surprisingly close to his own.

It was Wade’s voicing, “So good” that pushed Logan over as his other hand shot to wrap around his knot. He moaned as they did, rumbling through rope after rope of his spend landed on his naked stomach and chest. Massaging his knot, growling at the extended pleasure, and making such a mess on himself.

Lost in the throes of his orgasm, hearing the two panting began to calm him. He slowed down as his own peak neared its end. When he could let go of his knot, he held on to his dick, panting heavily. He slowly released his still hard dick. His refractory period is practically non-existent. When his spend began to cool, he was reminded he needed to clean up. He rolled to the side of the bed, grabbed the shirt he wore today and cleaned himself up as best he could, too tired to do much else.

He smiled tiredly at Goslyn’s “I’m too tired” and chuckled. No shit, he thought. You ain’t the only one. It’s been a long time since Logan even had an orgasm, let alone on the other side of a couple that were enjoying themselves.

He tossed the cum-covered shirt towards his hamper, rolled over, and quickly fell asleep.

It’s been nearly two weeks since Logan started living here when Goslyn’s own sensitive nose picked up his mustiness that started to develop. They knew this could be very embarrassing and shameful to bring up. Wade was out walking Mary, so they texted him explicit detailed instructions as to not embarrass Logan with a threat of no sex for two weeks including during their usual monthly cycle days (more on that coming soon).

When Wade came home with Mary, he was holding a large paper bag. Logan was sitting with Goslyn watching a documentary on technology through the ages.

“Hey, I grabbed some lunch for us and a few other things,” he stated. Goslyn giving Wade the stink eye as a warning.

Logan raised his eyebrows at Wade’s words. “You didn’t need—“

“Don’t worry about it,” Wade interrupted, heading to the kitchen table. “Gozzy wanted Asian so thought why not all three of us.”

Goslyn got up, motioned for him to join them, and walked to the kitchen table. Logan walked over to find several take out boxes, a few toiletry items, and some pantry items. Goslyn grabbed the pantry items and put them away before returning to the table. Wade was in the kitchen grabbing utensils and plates for them all as Logan examined the toiletry items.

“Oh, that’s right,” Goslyn began. They picked up a big bag of wipes and held it out to him. “Wade was supposed to show you some of his and mine toiletries and bathroom stuff for you to see if you wanted to get anything else. Sensitive noses can be hard to manage.” Logan tilted his head, taking the bag of wipes and examined it.

“So, these are unscented and made for sensitive skin. If you pull one out, you’ll find they’re huge. They’re body wipes so if you’re too tired or just wanna relax or something but wanna get refreshed, they’re great for that. Wade and I both use them, especially Wade when he gets back from a mission. No tracking blood in the apartment.” Logan was taking in what Goslyn said. He knew he was beginning to get a bit musty, able to smell himself, and his issues with water would come to the forefront at some point. He wonders if this was their way of saying they noticed but he liked they were giving him alternatives.

Wow, Goslyn is stupidly accepting.

They held up the other items and explained them. They opened two of them to wave under his nose. “These are products I use that are either unscented or lightly scented so as not to overwhelm you. I get headaches when scents are too strong and I figured with your sensitive nose you might have similar issues,” Goslyn explained matter-of-factly.

“Oh, ok,” Logan stated, unsure what they were looking for from him.

“They don’t work for hair,” Wade added, setting the plates and utensils down.

“No, there are other stuff for hair if you wanna refresh without bathing but I just recommend going under the faucet to wash and condition that way,” Goslyn apprised. “If you wanna try that, let me know and I can help you or show you how I do it. It’s why we have a detachable shower head actually.”

Logan was so confused. He is certain this is them telling him he stinks without saying it, but they’re giving him alternatives to actually getting in the shower or bath tub. The coil in his stomach loosens at not being attacked or pushed to get clean like expected. He can feel his cheeks warm, keeps his eyes down with a small nod. “Thanks,” he quietly agrees.

Goslyn smiles. “Hey, we’re lazy in this apartment. We just like to be smart about it.” Logan looked up at them, small smile on his lips and chuckled.

“Enough chitter chatter. I’m hungry,” Wade complains, scooping food on his plate.

“You’re just upset you’re not the one talking,” Goslyn playful attacks him and flicks his bald, textured head.

Wade squints his eyes at them. “Don’t make me get Deadpool.”

Goslyn slowly backs up grinning wide. “Oooo, Deadpool, the merc with a mouth. What’s he gonna go? Talk me to death.” Logan snorted, rolling his eyes.

“So, you’re gonna be a brat?” Wade asked, his voice deeper, smoother, and crossed his arms, leaning back on a hip. Logan noticed the change, curious what this was.

Goslyn didn’t reply, mimicking Wade’s posture and stance. Wade maintained eye contact with Goslyn. Logan slowly took bites of his food, watching the couple. He wonders how physical they get and if this is a kink thing.

Wade’s eyes changed. His face and body relaxed as he slowly walked over to Goslyn. “Goslyn,” he began.

Goslyn frowned, uncrossing their arms.

“Are you manic?” He questioned.

Goslyn looked down and away for a few moments before squinting their eyes. “Fuck,” they calmly stated before turning and heading into their bedroom.

Wade looked at Logan who quirked his brow. “Bipolar,” he apprised. “60/40 they don’t realize they’re manic. Discussed how to determine and bring it up.” Logan nodded, understandingly as he delved into his food. Wade sat down and joined him.

In the afternoon, Logan learned how a manic Goslyn behaved.

Goslyn went into the bedroom for a few minutes while Logan and Wade were watching The Golden Girls. Suddenly, Wade jolted and gasped. “Ow.”

Goslyn’s head popped out from the bedroom in Wade’s Deadpool mask. “Baby knife,” they cackled and slammed their bedroom door shut.

Wade pulled out ‘baby knife’ from the side of his head and glared at it with a deep frown. Logan laughed out loud. Wade nearly ran into the bedroom to find it empty. “Fucking shadow demon,” he cursed. He walked out with a huff. “Get ready to be stabbed a lot. They’re in shadow mode. They can be anywhere.” Logan looked at him with his brow deeply furrowed, looking around.

Wade gasped in pain hearing Goslyn laughing before finding a knife stabbed in his left shoulder. Logan’s and Wade, of course, missed seeing them. “Cunt!” Wade yelled. Cackling came from behind the tv before silence fell.

“So, they become Deadpool when they’re manic?” Logan inquires.

“So-o-ometimes,” Wade waffled. “And sometimes they’re a cumdumpster and other times they will nonstop talk until you want to kill yourself.”

“So, they become either a shadow sadist, a libido on legs, or you?” Logan simplified.

“Pretty much,” Wade agreed.

“Pretty much?” Logan leaned forward, resting arms on his knees and shook his head.

“We-e-ell,” Wade began.

“What the fu—.” Fake haughty laughter interrupted the man and a knife plunged in the center of his back. Wade busted out laughing, holding his gut and slowly fell off the couch.

That’s pretty much how the day went until nightfall.

“I can’t stab them. I can’t hold them. What do we do?” Logan growled.

Wade looked away, tapping his chin in faux thought.

“Wa-a-ade,” Logan growled in warning.

Logan and Wade ate, a persistent feeling of being watched getting to them. They left a plate of dinner on the kitchen table set up with silverware and two of Goslyn’s favorite sodas, Tropic Sprite and Surge. The two waited on either of the width of the apartment.

Wade explained that if they could get the Deadpool mask off of Goslyn this would stop, probably. Wade decided not to tell Logan about the one and only time when they were in depressed mania and how he got tortured. Maybe another time…or not.

They did get the Deadpool mask off Goslyn but they started talking and info dumping and cuddling with the two as they talked. Logan gave a small smile and shook his head.

They both listened to Goslyn, responding in appropriate places and had the conversation. Wade had to get up and get their food, feeding them as they talked because they were so absorbed, they obviously either didn’t feel hungry or wanted to stop. Either way, Wade was gonna make sure his love was taken care of. Logan, on the other hand, remained engaged and would pause, pointing out when a new spoonful was ready for them. He ended up becoming in charge of their drink, making sure they drank after so many bites.

It was a bit rough for a few days until Goslyn seemed to return to their usual.