#ler!logan

He resumed lifting Virgil’s shirt, but very slowly. He started ghosting his fingers along Virgil’s sides, just barely touching. Enough to leave behind a slight tingly sensation that didn’t last for more than a second. He felt a shot of satisfaction as Virgil's smile immediately quirked up, his hands moving to cover his mouth. A truly adorable effort, which would not aid Virgil in the slightest.

Hm. That thought emphasized Virgil's lack of control. Perhaps Logan should voice it out loud, and observe the reaction. "Covering your mouth, Virgil? You understand that this action will not aid you in the slightest?" Logan said, allowing a lilt to his voice which would not usually be present. Virgil wanted him to be teasing. Judging by Virgil's reaction— a marked increase in blush and a small whine as he shook his head in protest— stating that thought out loud was the correct choice. Interesting.

Logan continued barely skimming his fingertips along Virgil's sides, allowing his fingers to drift ever-so-slightly upwards towards his stomach a couple times, enjoying the way that Virgil would flinch and noticeably tense to keep from squirming. While Logan wasn't particularly drawn to tickling in the same way that Virgil was, he had grown rather fond of being able to elicit such joy from his love. Virgil squeaked as Logan traced over a particularly sensative spot in between his sides and stomach. Plus, drawing such reactions from Virgil was objectively adorable, tickle fixation or no. Another thing that would be benefical to state out loud, Logan supposed.

"You are objectively adorable like this, Virgil," he teased, and Virgil whined again in a little 'nuh uh!' sound. "It is the truth, no matter how much you try to deny it, Virgil."

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Virgil was going to die. Logan kept barely even touching him, so much lighter than even the normal light tickles which worked best on him. It was just tickly enough to make him *want,* and not nearly enough to satisfy his mood which was growing by the second. And he kept *teasing* him— which Virgil knew was the whole point, he had specifcally asked for it, even— but the butterflies in his stomach kept building without any outlet, and Virgil was going insane. "Logan-" he started, his statement quickly cut off by a gasp as Logan's fingertips idly ghosted over his ribs.

"Yes, Virgil?" Fingertips moving up, touch still hardly even there.

"Can you- *shit-* can you please just- t- tickle me prohopERLY- AHA-" Virgil burst out into surprised laughter and his eyes squeezed shut out of instinct as Logan swapped to lightly scribbling with his nails, which was *so much worse* in comparison to the previous ghosting. The surprise quickly wore off and Virgil was left simply giggling underneath Logan's hands, the squirmy feeling of anticipation in his stomach finally having somewhere to go as he giggled the flustered energy out.

Virgil made the mistake of peeking up at Logan's face, which was so fond that Virgil was going to actually die. Who cares that he thought that earlier. It was going to be for real this time, and it would be from the way that Logan's eyes sparkled as his fingers spidered gently over Virgil's tummy. "Your laughter is simply so… enchanting, Virgil. I cannot think of a more apt description," Logan stated, and another swarm of butterflies flowed through Virgil's tummy. While all of what Logan was saying didn't quite match the teasing from Virgil's favorite fics word-for-word, there was something so uniquely Logan about it which made it actually 500 times worse, in Virgil's opinion.

He wasn't able to dwell on this thought, though, as it was interrupted by the soft touch of fingernails circling Virgil's bellybutton. He inhaled sharply, whining and involuntarily squirming away from the almost unbearable feeling. He wanted more intense, and, shit, this was it. Something about the energy shift from Logan alone somehow made the ticklish feelings that much worse. Virgil's giggles hitched up and a small shriek ripped from his throat as Logan started dipping a finger into his bellybutton. That was *so bad,* oh my god, oh my *god-*

"Is it quite bad there, Virgil?" Logan teased, and Virgil could hardly even process that he was frantically nodding, so much of his brainpower was taken up by the overwhelming sensation of 'it tickles it tickles it TICKLES-'

"OkayokayOKAY-" Virgil yelped as it finally crossed over into too much.

Final residual giggles fell out of him as Logan's touch changed, no longer light and scribbly and tickly, instead firmer and comforting flat touches. After a few moments to breathe, he handed Virgil a glass of water from the bedside table. "Was that satisfactory, Virgil?" Logan asked as Virgil sipped the water, and Virgil could see how genuine he was being.

"Yes, Lo, that was- was very *satisfactory*," Virgil stammered slightly, giggling, making fun of Logan's big word choice as the flush made itself known once more on his cheeks.

Malachite’s tail lazily swished under the covers as they watched a documentary on their phone. It was approaching those awkward last few days of classes before winter break. The ones where testing has been concluded and wrapped up, but they still have 3 days left. Like most of the other professors, they planned a big holiday party for the last day, but that still left 2 days of fuck all to fill. And while they were pretty sure their students wouldn’t mind another watch through of Rudolph or Frosty, Malachite wanted to squeeze in one last semi-educational day before their brains turned to mush over the holidays.

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“Here we see the Eastern American red fox, a subspecies of the common red fox. While the differences may seem minor, they make all the difference in their home environment-”

Lounging in bed after dinner to check over a few documentaries to make sure they were at least semi-educational. Having cocooned themselves in as many blankets they could drag out of the closet. 2 heavy weighted blankets, one with a tile image of Logan’s face slapped all over it (A gift from a student Logan happily let Malachite steal), and a regular old fuzzy blanket. All that on top of the usual blanket on the bed, a nest worthy of the fox curled up underneath. Their paws nice and toasty under the covers.

Their semi-calm state interrupted as Logan unceremoniously barged into their room. Huffing and puffing like a pissed-off bull. Malachite watches silently for a moment as he kicks off his boots, the heavy leather slamming against the wall with a resounding “THUMP!”, before approaching the bed. Crawling under the mess of blankets to join them despite his upset.

“You doing alright, bubs?”

His response was a bunch of angry grumbling and the occasional “slim” hissed out like it left a bad taste on his tongue. The shapeshifter sighed softly as Logan shifted around on top of them. Waiting for him to settle before starting to stroke his head. Their fellow mutant completely hidden away under the nest of blankets, his head on their stomach glaring out from under the blankets like a pissed-off cat. Malachite gently stroked through his hair, fingers tangling in the fluffed-up mess, wandering down his mutton chops to gently hold his head, stroking with their thumbs.

“You wanna talk about it?” That earned them a half glare, Malachite pausing their petting to put their hands up. “Hey, I am just asking.” while silently wishing Hank was here, the doctor was always better at calming Logan down. Or at the very least was strong enough to hold him back if worse came to worst. Malachite shaking their thoughts away to go back to scratching at his scalp, earning them a soft groan as Logan shut his eyes. Logan pulling them closer, like they would just up and leave if he didn’t. By now, they knew Logan wasn’t the “Let’s all get together and talk about our feelings” kind of guy. They wouldn’t be able to get him to talk until he was ready to, and Malachite had nothing but time.

“One of those days, huh?” As usual, when he got like this, their response was a grunt. Malachite couldn’t blame him, they too often gave into their more anamistic urges when upset. Still, they felt him gently leaning into their palms. So at least he wasn’t murder angry. The spy hummed softly as they continued their gentle stroking. Biting back a comment that he was acting like a cat to say something that wouldn’t get on his nerves too awfully bad.

Freeing up one hand to un-pause their documentary before going back to their gentle scratching, getting at the base of his skull for a moment to make him grumble contentedly. Logan burying his face further into their torso to expose more of his neck. Malachite goes from watching him to watching the documentary, hands busy with their gentle ministrations.

“While it may not look like it to the human eye, that striking orange coloration is the perfect camouflage for this vixen. Her prey are mostly red-green colorblind, meaning that to them, her bright orange color matches the grass around it. Putting a filter over the footage, you can see-” Just as they once again began to get lost in what they were watching, they were interrupted. Not by someone new barging in, but by Logan once again. Feeling his calloused hands sliding up their shirt, pressing himself against their bare torso with an anamlistic snarl. With a raised brow, Malachite asked.

“Comfortable?” Getting a content grumble back. This wasn’t exactly a new behavior for Logan to do; maybe it was his Canadian roots, or maybe it had something to do with his metal bones, but Wolvirine always ran a bit cold. Shameless in stealing warmth and heat, even when he was too pissed to speak. His stubble nuzzled up comfortably to their soft belly, feeling his warm breath against their skin. Stiffening slightly to prevent themselves from shuddering. Swallowing down a snicker as his facial hair brushed against warm, sensitive skin.

“Could you get comfortable somewhere else?” They questioned, Logan just staring at them as he defiantly nuzzled closer. Strong arms coiling around their torso like chains. Keeping them firmly in place and against him. Malachite huffed softly, having already known the answer to their question before the first word left their lips. Still, they let him stay. Despite how badly they wanted to curl into themselves more and more with each swipe of his stubble. Or how hard his breath tickling softly against their skin made them blush. Gently patting his back as he makes himself comfortable. Biting back soft giggles as he kept shifting around. Staying just like that for a good while. Malachite switches the documentary back on in a fruitless attempt to distract from the fuzzy poking at their skin. Keeping their mouth shut despite their shoulders trembling with repressed giggles.

Logan eventually snarled softly at their stifled snickers, clearly unhappy with the sound. Hands creeping over to grab their sides. Keeping the squirmy fox in one place. Hands unable to help themselves as a few restless fingers started to trace around the stretch marks on their lower abdomen. Malachite squeaked in surprise as his icy fingers made themselves at home on their sides. Calloused fingers tapping against warm skin. The shapeshifter snickering out,

“While I am glahd you’re comfortable, could you not use me as a stress ball down there, Loo?” In hindsight, using a nickname he hated probably wasn’t the best idea. With a low growl, his hold went from a gentle caress to sudden scribbling. How he was able to go from semi-casual tapping to fluttery finger movements, Malachite had no clue. What they did know is he clearly enjoyed the surprised squeal that left their mouth. His mouth up turning into a slight grin for the first time all afternoon.

“Dahmn it! Logan!” The spy squealed, dropping their phone onto the bed so their hands could shoot under the covers to shove at his broad shoulders. About as effective as throwing rocks to stop a derailed train, but at least it was something. Malachite fidgeted this way and that in an attempt to get away from his hands. Logan just humming contently as he further nuzzled against their tummy. Acting as if he were listening to the most graceful melody and not the frantic giggles of a flustered fox. He could feel their tail thumping and wagging against his leg, how they attempted to tug their paws from under his legs.

“Whahat did I even do?!” Malachite squeaks as they feel his calloused fingers digging into them a bit more, jerking up in surprise as their body tries to curl into themselves. Logan just blinks at them like they’re stupid for asking, the spy unable to help the slight flush to their face. “Dohoes this make youhu feel better or something?!” They questioned, a complete shot in the dark. One that apparently hit the target as Logan grunted.

“Ya know what?…Yeah, it kinda does, so keep squealin' foxy.~” Malachite couldn’t tell if he was teasing or being honest, and which out of the two was worse. What they instantly knew was worse was when Logan stopped his digging to change tactics.

“Ohoho gohod dahmn it! Nahat that!” Malachite squealed, slapping at his shoulder as their eyes squeezed shut. Logan snorted softly from their reaction alone. All he was doing was tracing a finger around their navel. Round and round in tight, slow circles. How this drove them so far up the wall, he had no clue. He had heard Hank doing it one morning when Malachite was refusing to leave the warmth of the covers for an early meeting. What he did know was that it got him those fox giggles he was looking for. This almost squeaky sound that made his heart pound almost painfully against his ribcage. Logan chuckled along with them as he heard them hitting their other hand against the mattress. All in an attempt to cope with the ticklish sensations buzzing through their nerves.

Logan lays his head back on their quivering stomach as he almost purred. Having pulled his hands away, but having gone back to nuzzling. Sneaking in the occasional nip and nibble to the sensitive skin. Malachite leaned back against the bed in an attempt to escape his stubble and the points of his teeth. His predatory side almost cried out at him to dig in further. Attack the spy’s soft underbelly with ticklish bites until they are howling. But unfortunately for that side of his brain, he was enjoying their soft, squeaky giggles too much. The way they squirmed under him, how they squeezed their eyes shut, the thumping of their tail. Made his argument with Scott feel miles away.

“Doho you feel behetter?” Malachite snickers softly, returning to stroking his head with shaky hands. Whether that was to try and tempt him into stopping or something to take their mind off of it, he had no clue. Trembling fingers tangling within his locks. “Yeah,” Logan grunted between nips, nibbling along a mark that crawls up the side of their belly like a vine. The fox opened their mouth to say something else, but all that came out was another flurry of giggles. Having to fight against themselves to speak. Biting their lip for a moment to regain a crumb of composure before asking.

“Soho are ya dohone?”

“…Nah,” Logan smirked, taking a deep inhale before blowing a raspberry dead center of their stomach. Malachite squealing again, their body jolting like they’d been shocked. Their shaky caress turned to a sharp tug as their fingers curled from the sudden jump from gentle tingling to sharp buzzing. Yanking haphazardly at his hair as they shoved him with the other hand. As Logan paused to inhale for another Malachite took the opportunity to shift. Human form turning full fox, black claws scrambling against the sheets and yanking themselves free. Tumbling over their own paws and landing against the wooden floor with a solid “Thunk!”

The fox slowly rose to their paws, amber back to Logan. Looking over their shoulder at him with an annoyed expression, despite their wagging tail. “Yohou are the worst sometimes, I hohope you know that,” they puffed, swiping a paw over their head in an attempt to fix their ruffled fur. Logan just laughed at their display. “Oh, can it fox, you know you don’t mind that much,” he commented as he sat up in the bed. Having enough forethought to move their phone to the safety of the bedside table. The narrator of the documentary having blabbered on through the whole encounter.

“Do you actually feel better, though, or were you just saying that?”

“…Yeah. I like yer fox laugh.”

“Noted,” Malachite hummed from the floor. Taking their moment of freedom as a chance to stretch. Forepaws extending to reach as far in front of them as they could, back arched, tail curled. Almost purring as they did the inverse of the action, feeling Logan’s eyes on them the whole time. They were about to hop back into bed with him, but he beat them to it. “Alright, get back here. I ain’t done yet,” as he scooped the canine up by the chest. Play slamming the squirmy mass of orange fur back into bed.

“Nononono- Wahait! Logan! Bahastard!” Malachite squeals as he digs right back into their furry belly. Seems like they wouldn’t get to finish that documentary after all.

~~~

It was the first in decades since the two sides had smiled, let alone laughed around each other. They were true brothers. It all started with the two going over some notes and tidbits that they wanted to add to a new script for the upcoming Sander Sides video which somehow caused the logical and titian aspect to become playful with each other.

“And why exactly do we need so many different descriptions for the same words?” “To expand the complexity of the English language to Thomas’ audience.” “I think you are just showing off.”

Logan smirked and pinned one of Kronos’ wrists to the desk and scratched into his side. Kronos squeaked and batted Logan’s hand with his wings.

“Lohohohohoho… I swehehehear…” “You shouldn’t have questioned my intellect.” “I wahahahasn’t!” “Hmm… I don’t believe you~” “Lohohohohogan… ehehehehe… if you tickle me… I cannot guarantee your safety.” “I’m fine with that.”

Logan knocks Kronos out of his chair by lifting him up and using his summoned raven wings to scratch into Kronos’ back, causing the latter facet to puff out his butterfly wings and flap them wildly.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” “Are you in distress, brother?” “LOGAN!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHASE!!”

Kronos went limp in his brother’s arms as he tried fighting back but couldn’t because his arms were being held up by the latter figment. That didn’t stop Kronos from elbowing Logan in the chest by accident.

“Ihihihihihi’m so sorry…” “No need for apologises, Kronos. I went too far.”

Kronos squirmed a bit on the ground as the tickly sensation was still being felt all over Kronos’ body. Logan sat down next to Kronos and waited it out. Just then, Logan felt like hundreds of bugs were crawling on his stomach. He clutched his chest a bit before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Ihihihihi win… ehehehehe…” “Yohohohou cheater… cheheheheater!”

“I don’t need style tips.”, Logan sighed. “Wait, you only sold one car today.”.

“How many did you sell?”, Wade spun around to face him. Logan glared.

“None, but-“.

“Exactly!”, Wade plopped on the couch and laughed. Logan followed behind him, exasperated. Wade had gotten him a job at the same car dealership as him. “It’s because you’re so grumpy all the time.”. Wade smirked and poked at Logan’s side as he sat down next to him.

“Hey!”.

“You have to lighten up! Or at least pretend for the customers. They ask a few too many questions and you start growling.”.

“No I don’t!”, Logan snapped and shoved Wade away. His head was ringing from the endless energy radiating from the other man. “Seriously, do you ever shut the fuck up?”. But, Wade was more interested in Logan’s little reaction to the side poke.

“No…not really…”, he murmured, then poked him again. Logan jolted and shoved him harder.

“Fuck off!”, he yelled.

Wade smirked and shoved him back. Getting a reaction out of Logan was always really exciting…even though it was usually rage.

“Ticklish?”, he teased. The flash of anger in Logan’s eyes made him giggle with excitement. “Always so touchy.”, he leaned in and reached for his side again. In a flash, he was on his back on the couch staring up at an angry Wolverine.

“That’s enough.”, Logan growled. Wade fought with his hands trying to grab his own.

“See!! You growl!!”, he yelled and jerked his hands from side to side. “Your foreplay is kind of violent, but I’m into it for sure.”.

That seemed to push Logan over the edge.

With a surge of strength, Logan grabbed Wade’s wrists and pressed them to the couch above his head.

“Alright Peanut, what are we doing here?”, Wade laughed and pushed roughly against the hold. His wrists only lifted a few inches before being pinned back down. Literally. Wade cried out as Logan unsheathed his claws on one hand and stabbed them straight through both of Wade’s wrists and into the couch. “Hey!!!”, he yelled and slammed his head back into the couch. The pain flared for a few seconds before his body started to regenerate around the blades. It didn’t fade entirely, but he could breathe after a while. “Now there’s blood on the couch!!”.

“There was already blood on the couch!”.

“But, now there’s more! And it’s fresh! Blind Al is going to be mad and I’m going to tell her how you were being a little freak and wanted to pin me down for your weird-“.

“Shut up! Fuck! Wade! Shut! Up! Shut up! You never shut up!”, Logan yelled.

“Shut up?! You could have just gone to your room to be alone, but instead you pin me down on the couch and what? You want me to just be quiet so you can have your way with me? I’m obviously going to protest!”, Wade yelled as he squirmed around.

“You’re not protesting! You’re just fucking yapping!”.

Wade huffed and stared back up at Logan. He actually didn’t know why the other man had him pinned and was a little lost on how to get out without tearing his own hands off. He opened his mouth to threaten going that route. At the sight of his mouth opening, Logan growled. Suddenly, there was a hand grabbing at his side. Wade squealed against his will and jerked his body away from the touch.

“Don’t tickle me!”, he cried. He felt his cheeks warm at how pathetic his voice sounded right away. He absolutely could not stand being tickled and he was starting to feel very vulnerable. Logan smirked. That wasn’t good.

Wade burst into laughter the second Logan started to dig roughly into his ribcage. The touch was brutal; Logan uncaring if he hurt the other. But, it didn’t hurt. Wade wished it hurt. He threw his head back and shrieked with laughter. He kicked at the couch and bucked his hips, but Logan wouldn’t budge.

“God, you’re ticklish.”, he muttered in amusement. Wade’s laughter was at a ridiculous level right away.

He wanted to scream for Logan to stop, please stop…but he couldn’t catch enough air. His lungs constricted as he laughed against his will.

“Are you serious?”, Logan laughed and tilted his head like a puppy. Wade could only let out a desperate little cry of ticklish anguish.

The evil hand playing with his ribs got more adventurous, dancing across his body. It pinched at his sides and crawled across his stomach, making him squeal like a girl. Logan’s incredulous face made it so much worse. He shook his head, but he could only laugh. Wade screeched when Logan found his hipbone and tweaked it.

“Jeez, Bub. You’re fucking loud, but I’ve never seen you this quiet. Do you want me to stop? Huh?”, Logan teased. Wade couldn’t remember ever seeing such a playful side of his friend and he cursed the universe for letting tickling be the thing to inspire it. His hips jerked and bucked desperately at the ticklish touch, but all he could do was wail with laughter. How humiliating. He gasped for air to try to tell Logan how much he hated him and to fucking stop, but he couldn’t get a word out. His begging was garbled by uncontrollable laughter. God, his hips were fucking bad. His entire body buzzed with the ticklish electricity and he could only smack his head back against the couch again and again. “You love this, huh? Is that why you aren’t telling me to stop?”. Oh, he could kill him.

Wade wheezed and twisted against the couch, tearing his skin a little where the claws held him in place. Logan’s hand jumped up and dug into his armpit. They were so open and vulnerable, making Wade feel crazy as he slammed back onto his back and screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Oh, bad spot?”, Logan coo’ed. It wasn’t worse than the other spots Logan was attacking him, but Wade swore he was getting more and more ticklish as he went on. His skin was tingling and his nerves were raw. He felt so helpless. The older man teased carefully at the most sensitive muscle in his underarm and Wade swore he ripped a vocal cord with how hard he screamed. “Man, you really can’t take this at all,”, Logan laughed.

The devious hand danced down his chest and darted around his ticklish body. Wade could only squirm and laugh as Logan played him like a toy. He squealed and laughed and shook his head desperately, but he was so beyond gone.

“The next time you won’t shut up, I’m going to tickle you. You hear me Wade? Next time you’re running your mouth and pissing me off I need you to think about this…”, he pressed all five of his fingers into his ribcage and shook them roughly, sending Wade into chaotic choppy laughter. “You got that? I’m going to tickle the fuck out of you.”. Wade was embarrassed, but he nodded in agreement through his squeaky laughter. He knew he couldn’t die, but he felt close. “If this is what I need to do to get some reprieve from your yapping, I won't hesitate.”.

And finally, the nightmare ended. Logan yanked his claws out of Wade’s wrists and got off the couch. Wade curled up on his side, giggling uncontrollably. Logan’s touch had been so startling and rough. His muscles felt like they were vibrating still from the force.

“I hate you…”, he finally managed out between his giggles. Logan laughed loudly.

“Yeah yeah.”, and waved him off. Wade was left there on the couch gasping through his giggles. His wrists had already healed, but he wondered if his regenerative powers would hurry up and heal his ego soon.

It had been about a month since Logan had moved in with him and Blind Al. Since that first day, they had spent every single one together. Wade got to see more of the Wolverine’s hard exterior melt away as each one passed. Fleeting smiles and shared jokes. Teasing that ramped up as they learned how to get under each other’s skin more. Wade’s head spun a little as he thought about their friendship, still buzzing with ticklish energy.

Suddenly, Logan’s wheezing laugh boomed out from across the apartment.

A shaky grin couldn’t be suppressed once he was in the room. There were no doors, only Logan could control entry and exit. All around the room were chairs and tables that could restrain a Lee in unique and horribly unfair ways.

Janus never admitted it, but he adored this room. Logan let him lie as much as he liked, let him deny how much he enjoyed the tickles and having all control stripped away.

“Now,” Logan said. “How will I break you today?”

“You won’t,” Janus said, his voice already a bit quavery, the sight of all the machines and tools in the room affecting him strongly.

Logan reached forward, taking Janus’s chin in his hand and tipping his head so he had to look up into Logan’s eyes. “I assure you, you will not leave this room until you beg me for mercy.”

“Never,” Janus said bravely, but he knew it was true. Logan didn’t bluff.

He crossed his arms tightly, as if he could protect himself that way.

“It is simply a fact,” Logan said, an evil smile growing on his face.

Janus jerked his head, pulling his chin out of Logan’s grasp, trying to hide the blush rising on his cheeks.

“Oh, you are adorable,” Logan commented, pulling Janus over to a chair.

Logan sat first, tugging Janus into his lap. He arranged Janus’s hands against the arm rests, and his feet to the legs of the chair. Bands clamped around them, leaving Janus trapped.

“You’re lucky today,” Logan murmured into Janus’s ear. “While I will break you, I’m in a very generous mood. Your composure will crumble, bit by bit, with only your favorite tickles.”

Janus tugged at his arms, impulsively trying to cover his sides. Why had he just gone along with Logan trapping him in place? He could’ve tried to run!

Not that it would’ve done anything other than delay the inevitable.

There was a soft rustle behind him, and then Logan’s tie was pressed over his eyes, tied at the back of his head.

“Y-you won’t gain anything,” Janus said. “You can’t break me. I won’t let you.”

“Ohh, is that so?” Logan purred into Janus’s ear, his breath tickling over his neck.

His hands slipped under Janus’s shirt, softly tracing over his sides. Janus tensed, trying to hold in all reactions. He wouldn’t give Logan the satisfaction of getting him that easily.

“I do love when you try to act tough,” Logan teased, still tracing ever so gently up and down Janus’s sides. “It’s so much more satisfying watching you fall to pieces.”

Janus suppressed a whimper as Logan’s skilled fingers began focusing on the patches of scales along his sides. He bit his lip, struggling to breathe evenly. His scales were especially sensitive to the specific brushes of nails over the edges that Logan could do so well.

“I can feel it you know,” Logan said. “Every time I scritch over one of your sweet spots your breath hitches.”

“Stop t-teasing,” Janus said. It was a mistake. Opening his mouth at all made it much harder to hold back the laughter brimming within him.

Logan’s evil fingers just continued, never speeding up or slowing down, tracing and scritching gently over his scales.

“Give in,” Logan purred. “You know you want to. You’ll enjoy yourself so much more. I’ll keep tickling you either way, you may as well laugh for me.”

A small squeak escaped from Janus, but he clamped his mouth shut tighter, determined to hold out as long as he could. But the tickles against his sides were becoming more and more intense, despite Logan continuing in exactly the same way. Every second that passed, Janus’s nerves lit up more. They reacted to Logan’s touches as if he had direct control over Janus’s body, filling him with tingling sensation.

His chest heaved with giggles that he wouldn’t release. He couldn’t see, and that made it even worse. All he could focus on was Logan’s teasing voice or his horrible, evil fingers. Janus squirmed in his lap, trying to wiggle his sides into a position Logan could exploit less easily.

“Awwww, is it becoming unbearable?” Logan teased. “Poor little Janus can’t handle the tickles that’ll never stop.”

Janus whined, the giggles threatening to break free.

“You know I’m just going to keep tickling you. I won’t stop till I get my fill. And that’s going to be a long, long time. There’s really no point in resisting.”

Janus thrashed side to side, but he couldn’t get away. “Ssssssstop, it— it tihickles!”

The giggles began pouring from him, more and more, making up for all the time he’d held them in.

“There are all the sounds I love,” Logan teased. “Giggles and hisses from such a ticklish little snake. I told you I’d get them sooner or later.”

Janus couldn’t stop the giggles if he tried. The endless tickles against his sides were the sweetest torture, endlessly pulling the reactions from him.

“Evil, ehehevil,” he protested, squirming in vain. Logan’s hands just followed his sides wherever he went.

“Is that what you call it?” Logan murmured. “I wonder what you’d call this then?”

Logan wrapped his arms around Janus’s middle, each hand now tickling the opposite side of his torso, the arms holding him tightly against Logan where he couldn’t squirm away. Janus squealed, the stealing of his little resistance making the tickles worse.

He couldn’t handle the tickles anymore. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, they tickled too much! And all in one place, never leaving, never stopping, it was too much!

“Pleheheassssse!” Janus begged.

“Please, what, dear?” Logan said, still just as casually torturing him.

Janus could barely get words out, laughing his heart out. He flung his head back, the only part of him that could freely move.

“Sohomewhere elssssssse!” he pleaded desperately.

No matter where Logan touched on his sides, it tickled. He could probably still his hands, but if he left them touching Janus’s sensitive scales they’d still tickle. Janus couldn’t handle the tickles, he just couldn’t!

“Hmmmm,” Logan hummed, drawing it out for endless seconds. “No.”

Janus thrashed desperately, his limbs nearly jelly in addition to being trapped. It did him no good. He was caught in endless torment at the hands of the most evil Ler to ever exist.

“Mehehercy! Mehercy, Logan! PleheEEEEEE!” Janus screeched as Logan scritched at a particularly sensitive scale.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” Logan asked coolly, as if he weren’t reducing Janus to a squirming mess in his lap.

“Yehehes, Pleheheasssssse! Plehehease!”

Tears of mirth were leaking out from under the tie over Janus’s eyes. He was very close to safewording if Logan wouldn’t relent.

And then Logan’s fingers stilled. His hands were still pressed against Janus’s sides threateningly, but he gave him a moment of rest.

“Convince me,” Logan said smugly. “Why shouldn’t I keep tickling you to pieces? Take advantage of having such a cute Lee entirely in my power.”

Janus was babbling immediately, trying to get the words past the giggles that wouldn’t stop, even without more tickling. “Logan please, please plehease, no mohore. Please, mercy, I can’t take any more. I can’t, I cahahan’t!”

Janus could hear the smirk in Logan’s voice. “I did say I wouldn’t stop till you were begging for mercy. I suppose I’ll hold myself to the implicit promise to give that mercy.”

Janus slumped in relief, giggles still pouring out. “Ehehevil ler…”

Logan’s fingers twitched, and Janus shrieked, arching his back as he tried in vain to escape.

Logan laughed loudly. “I couldn’t resist, dear. I truly will stop now.”

Janus’s hands were released, and he immediately shoved Logan’s hands out from his shirt. He pulled the tie off from his eyes.

“Terrible! Evil! Horrible!” He accused, turning to look at Logan.

Logan was entirely unrepentant, still laughing. “And yet you let me capture you so easily~”

Janus crossed his arms and huffed. But he couldn’t actually be mad. He shifted to a more comfortable position, melting against Logan.

“I’ll get you back,” he promised petulantly. “And you’ll have to beg me for mercy.”

I’ve finally done it: the ultimate team-up turned homo-erotic-roommates-story. And, ya know, saving my entire timeline; mainly the Logan stuff, though.

Wade had been incredibly happy since they’d saved the existence of his timeline. He was showering regularly, disposed of that horrid “toupee,” and started actually talking to the people in his life about how he felt. It kinda sucked, but hey – character development isn’t always sexy.

Things were going splendidly for the merc with a mouth.

Logan, on the other hand, was slowly going insane.

The Wolverine was grateful for the place to stay, of course; hell, he felt more at home than he had in years. The problem was how…Wade Wade had been acting.

Logan secretly admired how openly true to himself Wade could be; I mean, the guy literally said whatever came to his mind, no matter what. Then again, the guy literally said whatever came to his mind. No matter what.

Even if that thought completely spoiled something for Logan.

“Hey, Peanut! As much as I love that juicy ass, I’m gonna need you to get outta my spot.” Wade flicked his wrist at the eX-Man, beckoning for him to get up. Logan had been there for about twenty minutes, and there was no way he was moving; the episode of Golden Girls he was watching wasn’t finished yet. The man rarely got time to rest like that, savoring every half hour he got with the television like it was holy.

“I’ve been here, bub. Wait your turn.” Logan didn’t even blink, leaning to the side so he could still see the screen. He was gonna finish that episode, damn it.

“Ooo, is that ‘End of the Curse’?” Wade hums, taking a closer look at the screen. Logan wasn’t very far into the episode. “Turns out it’s just menopause, not pregnancy. Man, nothing wakes you up like an existential crisis and skinned minks.”

A low growl rumbled in Logan’s throat, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Ooooo, Wade fucked uuup…

“Did you just spoil the ending to my Golden Girls episode?” The livid tone of his roommate’s voice made Wade’s smile grow nervous.

It’s cool, it’s fine. All I gotta do is nail this recovery. Read and learn, people.

“At least I didn’t tell you that the whole Rose and Miles Webber thing doesn’t work out.”

Fuck. This is why you don’t stare at your roommate’s moobs while trying to save yourself, kids.

“You motherf- WADE !” Logan bolted up from his chair, charging at the blemish-skinned man. Wade made his first smart decision that entire morning:

He ran for his fucking life.

But, of course, luck refused to be on the red-suited man’s side. Wade tripped over one of Mary Puppin’s toys outside his room, Logan’s large hands quickly hoisting him up by the waist. Before he could fantasize anything, he was slammed down on his bed. Which, of course, opened up a whole new realm to dig his own grave in.

“Damn, Peanut! It’s customary to take me to dinner first, but you know I don’t mind gettin’ sloppy~” Okay, that was a little cliché. Wasted opportunity, Wilson.

Logan seemed pissed regardless. “You fucking ruined the one relaxing thing I get to do a week when Al’s out. Do you know how hard it is to enjoy a show when you know what’s gonna happen?!”

As entertaining as seeing Wade squirm beneath him was, Logan wanted revenge. He normally would’ve skewered the smartass, but Al was getting sick of smelling Wade’s blood whenever she left for a few hours. That, and he may or may not have gotten some blood on the couch (don’t tell her).

What else could he do? He wanted Wade to suffer, to regret his actions, to shut up for one in his god-forsaken existence. The only times he could remember that happened was when he was asleep, and when he was…oh. Ohoho, fuck yes.

“You’re gonna learn to shut that gaping, bottomless shithole you call a mouth, Wade, and you’re gonna learn it the hard way.”

“I do everything the hard way, Peanu- yeEEAHAHA! THEHE FUHAHAHACK?!” Before Wade could finish proving Logan’s point yet again, he felt ten muscular fingers knead into his thighs. It was – ironic, he knew – his death spot.

Now, imagine trying to explain why you’re smiling so much when someone’s grabbing at your thighs without stuttering. Spoiler alert: it’s torture.

“You can’t mouth off if you’re too busy laughing, fuckhead. Now shut up and scream for me.” Logan squeezed and squished at the merc's thighs, doing his best to tickle the shit out of him.

“Y-YOUHU CAHAN'T- FUHUHUHUCK! NOHOHO!” Wade tried and failed to speak through his laughter, his head reeling from the intense feeling. For the first time in many moons, the Merc with a Mouth was rendered speechless.

“I can’t fuck? Really? Bold ass statement to make when you’re at my mercy.” Logan’s more playful side was slipping out; how could it not with Wade’s goofy-ass laughter egging him on? Seriously, how could anyone expect him to act like a hard-ass with the man making such purposefully adorable noises?

“NOHOHOT WHAHAHAT IHI MEHEHEANT!” Kicking and squirming, the scarred man was quickly realizing he couldn’t talk his way out of the situation. They were matched in strength, but the tickling quickly un-evened the playing field. Maybe pleading for his life?

“COHOHOME OHOHON! I-IHI’LL QUIHIHIT!”

Logan paused for just a moment, his hands still resting on Wade’s hips. He was…actually gonna stop being a loudmouth? While he didn’t believe a word of that, he still wanted to take things a bit easier on the man; damn feelings…

Slowing down, the Wolverine moved his wiggling fingers to Wade’s stomach. Compared to his thighs, it was a decently tolerable spot; still, it fucking tickled.

“Wohoholvie, thihis is nuhuhuts! Ahand not thehe hohot kihihind!” Okay, maybe he immediately proved himself a liar, but Logan didn’t exactly quit! He was sort of justified, in that sense.

“You never learn, do ya?” There’s an air of amusement and affection in his voice that shocks the both of them. Logan immediately tries to correct it, clearing his throat with a glare. “Stubborn asshole. It’s a bad idea to taunt me when you’re this fucking ticklish.”

“Th-thihihis ihihisn’t fahahahair! Youhuhu’re thehe Tumblr bahahabygirl, nohot mehehe! Youhu shouhuhuld be gehehtting ihit!”

“The fuck is a Tumblr babygirl?” Logan snorted at the silly-sounding words, once again trying to figure out what the hell his roommate was talking about.

“Thehehey knohohow!” Wade pointed towards some unseeable audience, making the hairy man roll his eyes. He seriously needed to get Wade tested for something; it would probably explain so much.

“Do you want me to go back to your thighs?” Logan jerked his hands down threateningly, reveling in the squeal the motion causes. He didn’t even touch the other man that time; it was kinda cute.

“NOOOHOhohooo! Dihickhead!” Without thinking, Wade thrusted his arms out and shoved at Logan’s shoulders. Obviously, the brick wall of a man didn’t move, but his attention was drawn to a specific nuisance: the merc’s arms. Specifically, the fact that he hadn’t explored beneath them yet.

Gathering the mouthy man’s wrists in one hand, Logan forced Wade’s arms up and pinned them to the mattress. Once again, Wade was faced with a tough decision: smart off and completely fuck himself, or grovel and hope for some mercy.

Eh, smart choices are plot killers. This one’s for you, dear reader.

“Y-youhuhu’re really ehembracing your dark side, Peanut~ Next thing ya knowhow, I’m gonna be getting fitted for thohose fuzzy cuffs and a harn- FFFAAHAHAHAAA! OHO- OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHI’M SOHOHORRY! IHIT WAS THEHEHERE!”

Logan showed zero mercy, digging into Wade’s underarm with renewed vigor. He switched back and forth every few seconds, right to left, wrecking the man as thoroughly as possible. The man’s thighs were definitely still his death spot, but his armpits were a close second.

“You don’t act like you’re sorry, ya shithead.” There was a lot less contempt in Logan’s tone than Wade was expecting; he couldn’t exactly comment on it, but the Wolverine seemed almost happy that he had chosen to prolong his torment by being a smartass.

Wade, on the other hand, was going through it; a vibrant blush had taken residence on his cheeks, little tears of mirth showing up for the housewarming party. Worst of all, his exhaustion forced his muscles to relax, allowing snorts to catch in his throat.

“Damn, Wilson. Goin’ hog wild down there, huh?” Wade’s heart would’ve stopped right then if it were possible. Logan “Go Fuck Yourself” Howlett…made a dad joke?!

“Y-YOUHUHU MAHAHDE A JOHOHOHOKE! IHI’M SOHOHO PROUHUHUD!”

“Fuckin’ Christ, just shut up already!” Embarrassed from both the acknowledgement and praise, Logan dug back into Wade’s thigh to silence him; well, keep him from talking by means of hysterical laughter.

About two minutes into getting his thighs attacked by the kitty man, Wade was rethinking all his life choices that led him there. I mean, he obviously wouldn’t do anything different if he actually had the chance to, but there were some regrets. His laugh was growing raspy, a few wheezes slipping in with the snorts as he struggled to catch his breath.

Logan noticed how tired Wade was getting almost instantly. The man hadn’t smarted off in a hot second, so he figured it was time to stop; definitely not because he was taking it easy on Wade or something stupid like that…

The moment the tickles stopped, Wade drew in deep, giggle-ridden breaths as he tried to calm down. He barely noticed his wrists’ release, too tired to lower his arms anyway. It was, admittedly, an utterly adorable sight.

Noticing he was still literally straddling the anti-hero, Logan climbed off and went to grab Wade some water. When he got back to the bedroom, the merc had curled up on his side, a blanket hap-hazardly tugged over him. The eX-man rolled his eyes at the sight, turning the man to face him.

“Here, drink this.”

Despite sticking his tongue out, Wade greedily gulped down the water. His textured cheeks were still a healthy red from the tickling, the ice water both soothing his throat and cooling him off.

“Thanks, Kitty.”

“Just take a nap or somethin’, bub.” Rolling his eyes at the statement, Logan turned and trudged out of the room; neither missed the light blush on his cheeks from the nickname.

Wade settled back into his bed, sighing at the ceiling. Despite everything, he was actually going to try and improve on his spoiling restraint; he kinda deserved what came to him, even if it was totally overkill.

As for the tickling…well, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Logan could’ve cut his vocal chords or sliced his head off in the tub, but he didn’t; the man just did something silly and lighthearted to drill the lesson into his brain. It was curious, in a sense; why would he choose to be lenient with the loudmouth?

It definitely deserved some looking at, to say the least.