#ler!wade

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hehehe, you are so fucking dead now."

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

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

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

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

"The wohohohooorst!"

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

"Fuuhuhuhuuuuck! Nooohohohhoooo!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Exsqueeze me?!"

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

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

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

"Dae-ho."

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

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

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

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

Logan snorted loudly in objection and rolled his eyes.

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

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

"Yeah Wade, a guy like me."

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

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

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

"Ehehehehehe, Ahaham I that trahahansparehehehent?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wade hadn't woken up to a morning this peaceful in a very long time.

The merc blearily blinked open his eyes to dawn sunlight pouring in through the crack in the haphazardly closed curtains, shining into the small bedroom. He reached up to rub his eyes, turning to sit up a bit, opening his eyes to see both his own clothes and his roommate's scattered about the room.

He turned his head to the left, looking down at the sleeping man who was laying on his stomach, arms underneath the pillow, face turned to the side—none other than the Wolverine himself, currently wearing nothing but boxer shorts underneath the blanket, which Wade just remembered he was also in.

Wade let out a soft huff and smiled a little, recalling the previous night's events—it was a blur of passion and heat, and the memories were both blurry and crystal clear. It was a night he'd promised himself he would never forget.

Wade decided to lay back down for a few minutes, laying on his side to face the still-sleeping Logan, admiring his features softened by slumber. He reached out with one hand, gently running his fingers through Logan's messy scruff and up to his hair, lightly rubbing his fingertips into his scalp.

Logan let out a small noise in his sleep, lips twitching into a slight smile. Wade didn't know if he was imagining things, but he swore he saw Logan lean up into his touch just a tiny bit. The mere idea of the gruff man enjoying his presence enough to lean into his touch, in his sleep, was enough to make Wade melt.

However, it didn’t melt him enough to hinder the energy he had—he hadn't had a night so amazing in a long, long time, and that was the best sleep he'd gotten in a hot minute. He felt great! There were so many things he could do—beat up some thugs, save a couple randoms, do general Deadpool things.

Alright, Wade decided. First task of the day: wake up the Wolverine.

The first tactic he tried was leaning forward, close enough that he could feel Logan's breath on his face. He leaned in and started littering little kisses all over his face, being slightly more aggressive than normal in an attempt to rouse the man.

Logan's face only scrunched up a bit in response, lips twitching into something that somehow managed to look like a frown of protest and a reluctant smile at the same time. In short, it was absolutely fucking adorable—however, Logan wasn't rousing. As much as Wade wanted to squeal at the expression on his face, it wasn't working, and he had to try something else.

Wade had to give his new idea some thought for a moment before he decided to try it.

"Logan," he called softly, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle shake. "Peanut. It's time to get up, we've got places to be, things to do, things to—"

"Mmmhh..."

Wade blinked, watching as Logan groaned and rolled over onto his back, lifting one arm to cover his eyes with his forearm.

"...It's too early... let me sleep..."

Ugh. Old man.

Wade gave a roll of his eyes, poking gently at Logan's chest.

"Come oooon. We've got stuff to do today, audiences to appease—(he gave a wink to the camera)—and I'm definitely not gonna do any of it without you," The merc argued, leaning to place another kiss to Logan's cheek, hoping to be so sweet that Logan gave in—but no, of course not. This is the Wolverine we're talking about.

Although the man let out a slight huff and his lips nearly twitched into a smile, he said nothing and instead let out an argumentative grumble.

Wade rolled his eyes and huffed. His sweetness wasn't working... what else could wake up a Wolverine...?

...

Lightbulb.

Stupid idea? Yeah. Was Wade doing it anyway? Hell yes.

His hand moved to place itself on Logan's chest, soothingly rubbing along his muscles, feeling them relax underneath his touches. He had to stop himself from squealing at the fact that he trusted him enough to do that and focus on the task at hand.

His hand wandered down to Logan's side, lightly and gently tracing up and down the bare skin. He went about halfway up his ribcage before he went down, stopping at his waist before turning around again. The touch was loving, but it had hidden motives behind it, which was quite clearly having an effect on his victim—er, lover.

Logan gave a couple twitches, the arm that was covering his face lowering to instead protect his side. His lips twitched into a smile, letting out a huff of protest through his nose.

"Wade... dohon't..." He warned, eyes still closed, too sleepy to do much else.

Wade only smiled, chuckling lightly. He shifted, holding Logan's side with one hand while he laid himself down on top of him, chest pressed to Logan's lower abdomen. Wade gently pressed his fingertips into the gruff man's lower ribs, causing him to flinch and let out another small noise of protest.

"C'mon, Wolvie, I just wanna loooove you," Wade cooed, crawling his fingers slowly and gently up Logan's ribs, digging lightly into the spaces in between them.

Logan squirmed around a little, too sleepy to hold back all his laughs like usual. He just let the giggles slip through, tilting his head back, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth.

"Heheheehee... noho, Wade, stahahop it... 's toohoo early..."

Wade responded with a soft gasp, smile ever-present as he lightly tickled at his ribs, moving to the middle ones now.

"Are you implying I can tickle you later? Gladly, my sugar baby darling! I would love to!"

Logan shook his head in response, giggling his head off and taking an uncoordinated swat at one of Wade's hands.

"Nohoo, thahat's not whahat I mehEANT! Eeehehee, nohohohooo, stahpit! Nahot there!"

Logan cut himself off with his own squeak as Wade's fingers crawled their way up to his upper ribs, digging his fingertips lightly into the bottom of his underarm area.

Wade only beamed affectionately at the laughing man beneath him, letting out a dreamy sigh at the big smile that split his usually tense face. The wrinkles that gathered at the corners of Logan's eyes were absolutely adorable, not to mention the way he wasn't even fighting. He knew Logan craved the gentle, loving touches too much to even consider fighting against them.

Wade couldn't believe Logan was so fucking perfect. From his adorable laughs, to his warm smiles, to the threats that he only made to try and keep up his tough guy demeanor, to the way he pretended as though he didn’t care about Wade but held him with such gentle hands, caressed his scars like they were the most precious things in the world...

Wade couldn't believe it. He was so stupidly amazing, it almost made him sick.

He was brought back to reality by Logan giving a loud snort, then realizing his fingertips had dug into his armpits a little harder than he'd been intending. Granted, he was capable of tickling Logan until tears streamed down his cheeks and he could barely breathe—but he didn't want that right now. Surprisingly. Wade just wanted Logan to relax a bit, let out the laughter he always tried so hard to hide.

"Aww, is that spot too tickly for you?" Wade cooed, leaning down to press a quick, playful peck to Logan's exposed throat.

He moved his hands down to Logan's lower sides, gently running his fingers along his upper abdomen, very gently digging into the flesh and vibrating his fingertips around.

Logan reacted with more giggling, shaking his head, lightly kicking out his foot to try and get rid of the energy in his body.

"Ahahahehehee... sss—seriously—ehehehe...! Stop ihihihit! I'm toohoo tired fohohor thihis shihihiiit..."

Wade tilted his head to the side, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, his smile widening across his face.

"No, thank you. I think I'll keep going, actually. Besides, I haven't gotten to eat up my fill of your yummy belly!"

Logan's head immediately shot up, the sleepiness instantly replaced by panic.

"No! Noho! Wade, I'm wahaharning you—don't you dahahare! I'll fuhucking behead you—!"

Logan cut himself off, bracing himself for the intense tickles that Wade usually unleashed upon him by nibbling at his stomach—but it didn't happen that way.

Wade leaned down and started peppering quick little kisses all over Logan's belly, which had grown a bit fuller now that he had moved in with Wade and started eating properly for the first time in years. Logan had complained, grumbling that he looked pudgy, but Wade thought it was the most endearing thing in the entire world and absolutely loved to show the other man how much he loved it—especially by doing this.

The tickly little kisses made Logan shake his head a bit and burst into an instant fit of strong giggles, a smile spreading across his face so wide that his sharp canine teeth stuck out. He didn’t fight it, though, not in the slightest. He just squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back into the pillow, laughing and giggling and letting it happen.

He still had to try a little bit, though. Just for appearance's sake and all that.

"Waaahahahade! I'll ffff—fuhuhuckin' stab yohoouuu! Stahahap it! Get off of mehehehee!"

"Stab me?!" Wade echoed, gasping theatrically with fake hurt.

"I thought you had gotten over that by the end of the movie! You're relapsing! I need to get that out of you..."

Wade drew in a breath and planted his lips right on Logan's navel, blowing a light and gentle raspberry there to really drive home his point.

Logan let out a squeal, much to his own dismay, kicking out his feet as wild laughter bubbled its way out of his chest, squirming around underneath the playful attack.

"Noooohohoho! No! Nohohot thahahaaat! Pfffwahahahade!"

Thankfully for Logan, his crazy boyfriend was feeling merciful, so he got to catch his breath when Wade lifted his head from his stomach.

The merc smiled as he watched the flushed man underneath him heave for air, his smile lines etched deeply into his face, eyes slowly opening to reveal sparkles of joy that Logan would never admit to feeling.

Wade shimmied his way up Logan's front so that he was just below his face, laying almost chest-to-chest. He planted an affectionate kiss on the tip of Logan's nose, beaming down at him as he composed himself.

"Feeling awake now?"

Logan only chuckled and shook his head fondly, letting out a long sigh and leaning his head back against the pillow.

"I guess so... still too early to get up, though. Jus' lemme lay here for a bit... my fuckin' bones hurt..."

Wade let out an amused huff of air through his nose, one hand coming up to run through Logan's facial hair absentmindedly.

"Sometimes I forget how damn ancient you are. Not that I'm complaining. I love dilfs."

Logan let out a snort, lifting his head a little to adjust the pillow underneath it so that he could lay back against it and still be able to see Wade.

"Ya sayin' you love me?"

"Yup. I'm confessing my love to you, right here and right now, angel baby. Don't leave me hanging!"

Logan let out a fond breath, leaning forward to press a brief kiss to Wade's lips, to which the latter smiled and leaned into it.

"...Yeah, yeah...

⚔Wade𖦏

General:

The embodiment of chaotic switch, and you CANNOT change my mind.

He loves to make others laugh, but he’d also have fun genuinely laughing every once in a while

Lee:

His lee moods come and go, yet they love to make his life Hell (well, more than usual).

He gets EXTRA mouthy and fidgety. It’s pretty obvious.

Especially to one hairy roommate.

Wade gives the vibes of someone who can say the t-word aaaaall he wants when he’s giving, but receiving? Impossible.

“I-Ihihihit– GYahahaha! Shuhuhut youhur furry ahahass uhuhup!”

And, of course, he’d sass his ler the ENTIRE time. Whether this is to provoke more tickling or just his natural response is unknown.

His worst spots are his armpits and thighs, though the latter definitely take the ticklish cake. He’ll squeal, thrash, and snort all day. It’s one of the only ways to shut him up.

Melt spot would be his back. Some gentle tickles along his spine, maybe soft praises about the pucked area. Loving tickles with rubbing a lotion on his irritated skin would SEND that man, trust.

Ler:

If you have a faith, it’d be best to pray when he’s in a ler mood.

Now, he’s not about to push boundaries or break set limits; Wade’s not a monster.

With consent, however, he will wreck your shit into the next decade. That is both a threat and a promise.

If you hadn’t already guessed, he’s an INCREDIBLY teasy ler.

“A little tickle here, and here, oh, and here is the fuckin’ gold mine!”

“Shut up? Babes, we both know that’s never gonna happen. Cute of you to try, though.”

“You’re so loud! I mean, I thought I was a screamer, but you take the cake!”

“Now, dear reader, this little spot right here makes them shriek. Cover your eye-ears!”

Lots of jokes and silly little comments that’ll either confuse or fluster the hell out of you.

There isn’t a SINGLE doubt in my mind that he’s amazing with aftercare. Cuddles galore if you’re comfy with those. If not, he’s got a weighted blanket and a comfy hoodie with your name on it. Plus, the cookies on top of the fridge that may or may not be stale are all yours!

💛Logan⨂

General:

He gives vibes of a switch as well, though his moods would probably be on the less intense side.

He definitely gets the need to tickle/be tickled, but it won’t ruin his day if he ignores it. Just an annoying buzz beneath his skin that a stiff drink and a nap can stave off.

Thanks to a certain mercenary, however, he can deal with them pretty easily

Lee:

It’s hard to tell when this man gets in lee moods; he’s a master at hiding them

The only subtle signs he shows are extra touchiness and the occasional random bout of purring. Even then, it’s hard to tell.

Thanks to their living together, Wade’s gotten better at spotting these little tells.

Logan is one of those lees who can say the t-word whenever it pleases him. He’s a “fluster them back” kind of lee.

His worst spots would be his lower stomach and the little scar-slits where his claws slide out. You’ve gotta be really careful when tickling them there, though; he can’t always control them if he’s being wrecked

Melt spots would be his forearms. Gentle traces, massages, or even goofy nips there make him purr. He’ll deny it forever, but you know he loves it.

He seems like he’d have a kind of goofy, unexpected laugh. Chuckles becoming pitchy giggles, loud and crazy laughter, and the snorts. It’s a spectrum of cuteness.

Ler:

You get to see the two sides of Logan’s ler moods: caring and despicable.

It honestly depends on what his lee prefers. He’s really understanding and wants to make sure you have as much fun as he does.

With Wade specifically, Logan can use his claws. He doesn’t have to worry about accidentally killing him, and he can use the dull sides to tickle the hell out of the other man.

He’s definitely a teasing ler, though in a more direct and observational way.

“Damn, you’re loud. Even without the powers, I’d hear you from a mile away.”

“It’s bad here, is it? Well, sucks for you, bub, ‘cause I’m not moving.”

“You’re really ticklish. Never would’a guessed it, but damn.”

“Your laugh’s fuckin’ adorable. Can’t get enough of it, especially when I get you here.”

Don’t tell me this man wouldn’t be amazing with aftercare.

If you’re both comfy with it, he’ll definitely cuddle with you and help you relax. This man is a walking space heater and would make the perfect pillow.

„The movie’s not gonna wait“

„Don’t rush me. We have plenty of time.“

At the end? She went for mallows and kol-nuts. He had chosen ice-cubes with a syrupy core as well as his all-time fav, the pink lemonade. They took their seats. Ember snuggled into her cropped hoodie, it dimmed her flames and Wade could easily rest his cheek on her head. The lights went out, the ads and trailers started.

„Hey!“, Ember hissed, trying to get her kol-nuts out of Wade’s reach.

„Oh, come on. Just one!“, he whispered back and tried to grab for the snack box again.

„No! If you want one, get one yourself“, Ember whispered back and hid the snacks on her other side.

„Please?“

„No“

„Pretty pleeeeease?!“

„Noho“

„This is so not cool“

„Are you crying?“

„No“

„Yeah, you are…“

„Does it work? Does it soften your heart a bit?“, Wade sniffed.

„Noho, now shush, or we will be banned from the movie before it. even. started.“, she hissed and the edges of her began to turn purple.

„You mean panned.“, he added dryly. Ember giggled, his favorite sound. He smiled, when her flames changed back to her soft orange again.

Wade finished his syrup-filled ice cubes quickly, so he had his lemonade only, with more than an hour of the movie left. Ember had her eyes locked on the big screen, fascinated by the action movie they’ve chosen today. So, all captivated by it, she noticed his sizzling hand too late. He grasped one of her kol-nuts successfully, and let it sink into his lemonade: „Fizzy edition“, he added.

„Oh-ho, don’t you dare…“, his lovely firecracker hissed, when he tried to grab another one: „Get your hands off of them!“

„But sharing is caring?“

„Stealing is not.“

„True but“

„No-ho but.“

„Oh, come on…“, he whispered sweetly, close to her ear.

„No“

„I know you love me… I know you want to share…“, he whispered, moving his hand away from the snack box: „Actually, I know how to convince you“, his hand was closer to her waist now. Her eyes widened, but it was too late. Wade’s fingertips, sizzling a little, began to tease her waist. Unfortunately for her, her fashion choices made her sensitive spots very accessible.

„Pffthaha… Wadehehe“, she giggled, as quietly as possible in this special situation.

„Can I get another kol-nut?“

„No! Stohop it.“ The little firelady curled forward, hiding her flame and giggles. Meanwhile, Wade chuckled, caressing her sides with soft touches, walking up to poke her armpit next. Poor Ember pressed her hands onto her mouth, squeaking into her lap. An action scene with loads of explosions was her safe haven after an eternity. She gasped, giggled and grasped his thigh, squeezing it knowingly, close to his knee.

„Wohowho, hold ohon“, he chuckled. A win. He stopped teasing her.

„Truce?“

„Truce“, Ember whispered back, relieved. She had a big smile on her face, during the rest of the movie. Still, playful sneaky Wade tried to get a hand on her kol-nut box, every now and then. She answered those movements always with a threatening hand, hovering over his thigh. He’d retaliate, chuckling, feeling the tiny bubbles floating through his body, whenever she was too close for his own good.

Wade wished all days could be like this. No conflicts. No obligations. Just a quiet day being spent with his best friend that had led to them mostly just vegging out on the couch for the afternoon.

Logan was leaning against him with his brawny arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed. He wasn't quite asleep yet, but he was getting there as he slipped into a more relaxed state with Wade enjoying the feeling of his solid weight resting on him.

The merc was absentmindedly just flipping through channels on the television, though had yet to come across anything that piqued his interest. His other hand had been unoccupied but being restless and always needing to be doing something he allowed it to wander and without even thinking about it he began running his fingers through Logan's thick hair.

As he pressed in deep to softly massage at his scalp, he felt the man's body shift and go absolutely limp against him, letting out a hum of contentment. This made Wade smile as he realized what he had been doing and continued the petting, knowing that his friend was enjoying the touches.

It was always nice that they could wordlessly be within each other's space like this as even Wade found it calming for his hyperactive mind. Just two close friends with mutual trust who were comfortable enough with the other to let their guard down and be at peace.

Though not getting too lost in the moment, Wade suddenly was aware of a new noise, one he had never heard before. It was a soft, rumbling sound emanating from inside Wolverine's chest. Not the typical grunts or growls he'd hear from him, just a continuous sound that if he wasn't mistaken sounded an awful lot like a purr.

The strong vibration coming out of him sent the oscillations straight into Wade's own body and had him barely able to contain himself. It was one of the cutest things he'd ever seen a person do, and when that person was the Wolverine, it automatically doubled the cute factor.

"Oh my sweet fucking chimichanga....What is that?" Wade asked and, in his excitement, he had stopped scratching Logan's head which immediately halted the sounds as the man blinked open his tired eyes.

"Hm? Whaddya mean?" Logan cleared his throat as he gradually sat up to stop leaning onto Wade.

"Don't be so coy, you know damn well what I mean. Those cute little noises you were just making. The purring."

"I don't purr, Wade. Don't be ridiculous," Logan shook his head as he rubbed a hand over his face, trying to wake up a little more to better deal with Wade's current infatuation.

"Well obviously you don't purr purr like a fucking gato, but it was still something," Wade smiled as he threaded his fingers back through Logan's hair to recreate the endearing sound, "Do it again."

Logan only sat there quietly this time. No noise. No joy.

"Can't."

"What? Wh- Why not? You were literally just doing it a moment ago," Wade was now frowning in disappointment, but still kept up his efforts, thinking that it would pay off at any second now.

"Because it ain't that easy. There's a method to it," Logan grunted as he grabbed Wade's hand to move it away from him as the merc stared back at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"And that would be.......?"

"Not any of your fuckin' business, that's what."

"You rude, selfish twat! I can't believe you're seriously going to keep this from me!" Wade shouted in outrage as he shook the other man by the shoulders before being forcefully shoved aside, hitting the floor with an audible thump.

"Cry a fuckin' river," Logan smirked as he closed his eyes again and settled back into the couch, "Even if I did tell ya it still probably wouldn't happen again. So just forget about it."

Wade gathered himself from the heap he'd landed in and quickly got up to plop himself back down next to his friend, being nowhere near ready to let this go so easily.

"Oh there's no way I could ever forget anything as cute as that. Do you really expect me to live out the rest of my life never getting to hear that sound again?"

Logan simply shrugged.

"That's not somethin' I'm gonna concern myself with. Ya won't catch me losin' sleep over it anyhow. Now go find some other way to entertain yourself 'cause I ain't it."

"Aww don't be so modest. You know that you're always my number one in any category," Wade fluttered his eyes at him, which Logan could still somehow sense despite his own eyes being closed.

"You really need to bump up your standards, bub," Logan shook his head, trying to give Wade as little attention as possible to put him off even though that was usually next to impossible.

"And you need to bump up that low level self-esteem you've got going on. Maybe you just need a little help seeing that you're more than worthy of the title. We can start by getting you to do that purring thing again so I can endlessly fawn over you and tell you how fucking cute you are. So are you going to tell me how we can do that?"

"No, but I can tell ya how ya can fuck off and let me nap in peace," Logan's growl had little effort behind it, hoping that Wade took his threat more seriously than it had come out. But he wasn't that lucky.

"You may be surprised to know, but I had a hunch you were going to say something like that. I guess that means it's up to me to figure out the secret method, although from my previous observations it seems like all it needs is a gentle touch. Let's give this another try," Wade began stroking Logan's hair again, fingers threading through the dense mane, but Logan only frowned.

"Keep doin' that if ya wanna lose that hand," he muttered though there was no further action than that from him.

Still his less than cheerful responses got Wade scheming as he quickly thought up another way to approach this.

"Good idea, we should try something else. Something you're not expecting. Something maybe like this....," Wade grinned and let his hands travel down to begin tracing his fingers along Logan's neck, which caused his head to instantly try to turtle in as he snorted out giggles.

"Hehey what the fu- eheheehee. Stahap-hehehee- thahahat tickles."

Wade only grinned as his hands fanned out to stroke from Logan's ears all the way down to his collarbone, softly fluttering his fingers over the back of his neck. Just tickling maddeningly light all over as Logan's head twitched from every touch.

"Does it? Are you sure it doesn't make you want to maybe.......purr?"

"I don't puhuhurr, dammit," Logan shook his head and reached out to push Wade back to get him to stop, but Wade instead decided to take advantage of his arms being up and whipped his hands around to start probing softly inside his armpits.

A high squeal rang through the air as Logan's arms flew down, abandoning his attempts to push Wade away once he squirmed back into the couch cushions.

"How about now? Is that the spot that's gonna get my little baby Wolvie making those happy noises again?" He was barely even moving his fingers as they only lightly twitched underneath his arms but just having them anywhere near that area could make Logan giggle uncontrollably.

"Nooohohoo, you fuhuhucking ahahaahaasshole. Y-You're juhuhust tihihickling me."

"No, I'm not. I'm simply lovingly caressing parts of your body to see what gets you purring again. The fact that you're so ticklish isn't my fault. Though I gotta say, it doesn't sound like a bad idea to help speed things along....."

His face lit up deviously as he saw Logan's eyes widen in trepidation.

"Don't you daaAAaHAahAAHaaHAa!" Logan lost it once Wade fully activated his fingers as they mercilessly scribbled into the sensitive hollows under his arms with practiced precision. As his body jolted to get away, he ended up falling over onto his back as he tried to sink into the couch, which only put him in a much easier position for Wade to tickle him.

"If you won't come quietly then I will just have to make you come. Heheheh, ahhhh innuendos never get old. Now let's see if we can convince you to spill those details that I'm after. And don't play dumb with me, you know what I want."

He clawed into the armpits while his thumbs rolled back and forth over the uppermost rib that was accessible, watching with glee as the man fell to pieces underneath him. He could feel Logan's wide chest heaving against his hands as he gasped desperately in out-of-control laughter.

Tickling was always Wade's favorite go-to tactic to get his friend to give up information or persuade him into doing something or just to make him laugh his head off for no real reason at all. Any time Wade felt the inkling really. And Logan had just accepted that it was part of his life now, though not begrudgingly.

In fact, most days it didn't even bother him to be tickled half out of his mind because no matter what the reason he found that it seemed to always have a positive effect on his mood after. Sometimes he'd even go so far as to instigate if he felt he could use a laugh, knowing that agitating the merc would result in him being hunted to the ends of the earth and tickled to tears.

Today however, was not one of those days. He'd just been minding his own business and attempting to get a little afternoon siesta. Still, that didn't mean he was going to give into Wade's bullshit either without a fight.

"I wohohohon't fuhuhahahahah- fuhuhuckin' t-tell yoohoohoou nohohothin'!" He sputtered confidently with that triggering Wade's determination to prove him wrong.

"Oh, you'll talk. No man alive can hold out against Wade Wilson's world-famous tickle torture of doom so I'm afraid your resistance is futile. You are free to maintain your tough talk and bravado, but I can assure you that this won't end well for you," he spoke in an ominous tone, never failing to spew a bunch of dumb shit that could get Logan to feel ridiculous.

"You stuuhuhupid fuhuhuuck! Stahahahahahaaap!"

Wade's hands squeezed at Logan's waist around his bottom ribs that made the X-man wriggle and thrash from side to side, tossing his head back as deep laughter boomed out of him.

"Ooohoohooo, so wiggly and giggly. You're a ticklish one, aren't you? You know I'm not so sure what is more adorable, the purring that you are adamantly denying that you did or the fact that you're so ticklish that you're completely helpless to stop me."

Wade mused his thoughts aloud while Logan just shook his head, unsure if it was worse to admit that he really was that ticklish or that he just didn't care enough to really try to stop the merc.

"I j-juhuhuhust wahahanted a nahahahap!" He whined while still trying to squirm free from the fingers playing with his sensitive ribcage.

"And you can still get that nap! If you are ready to fess up that is. C'moooon just tell me. How can you say no to this face?" Wade made his eyes look watery and pouted out his bottom lip though he knew that Logan would not be swayed by his pathetic display to gain any sympathy.

Still he eased up a little to at least give Logan a chance to reply.

Logan weighed his options in his head, knowing that he'd be tickled worse than this if he didn't give Wade the information he was after. Despite the faint shiver that ran down his back, he knew it was driving Wade crazy to not know and that fact alone was what made this all worth it.

So he did what any sensible man in his position would do.

"Go fuhuuck yourself," he managed a smirk through the giggles as his sides were still being lightly tickled.

He knew he was a dead man, but seeing the disgruntled look on Wade's face when he had been sure he had Logan ready to confess was priceless.

"Well that was rude. But perhaps it's my fault that you're lashing out. Am I being too mean? I'm sorry I'm sorry, how about I make it up to you, huh? How about we start over? We can start with a niiiice, soothing....," a grin stretched across Wade's face before his hands darted over to Logan's stomach and started vigorously massaging the muscles through his shirt, "Tummy ruuuuub!"

It was the snort heard round the world as Logan instantly exploded into hysterics. He was already feeling extremely sensitive and overstimulated from the tickling that once his most ticklish area was touched he had no chance to resist.

"Ohohohahahahahaaha! Nooo stohohohohop! Dohohohoh- Don't doohoohooo thahahahaat!" Logan laughed so hard he was already in tears while doing his best to curl up and guard his stomach, but Wade's hands always seemed to land on target.

"Why not? You loooove when I pet your cutie tummy tum. Look at how happy it makes you," Wade teased, scribbling at the very sensitive lower area on his belly around his navel which made Logan wheeze out cackles and manage to pull his knees up to somewhat shield himself.

Wade quickly eyed his friend's long legs and switched up to squeezing and pinching around his knees as Logan hollered and kicked out. He wasn't tickled there often so he was a little thrown off, but it was at least more tolerable.

"Heheheheheey! Quihihihihiiit thahahaat!" He snickered and snorted while weakly swatting at Wade's busy hands with a few of his kicks landing to knock some of the wind out of the attacking merc.

"Ooof! Hold still, would you? I can get your belly again if you prefer. Yes? Fine! Wish granted!" He roughly stuffed his hands underneath Logan's shirt and dug into the hard lines between the muscles with vibrating fingers.

Logan arched up, screaming like he was being exorcised. He frantically struggled to get Wade's hands out from inside his shirt with hysterical squeals escaping him.

"Oh yeah, that's the spot, huh? You're just going to laugh and laugh and not be able to do a damn thing about it, aren't you? Unless you tell me the secret to making you purr...," Wade glanced up to Logan's face and wasn't too surprised to see him shake his head as he wheezed through his mirth.

"Ugh, why are you like this? Such a stubborn little badger. I mean, I feel like I'm still winning here though. Tickling you to death will never be boring, I can assure you of that."

Logan had attempted to curl up again, bringing his knees up and using them to push back against Wade so that he lost his grip on his stomach. Though Wade now spotted a new opportunity in the form of Logan's propensity to not wear shoes.

He abandoned Logan's upper body, not giving the man any time to recover as he then grabbed onto his legs to put his ankles in a tight headlock. He smirked back over his shoulder while lightly tracing along Logan's bare soles with a single finger.

"Last chance....," he warned while the feet in his grasp twitched feebly from the ticklish stimulation.

The older man tilted his head up in giggly pants for air to deliver the best threatening glare that he could muster up in the moment. Though that combined with his hair tousled and his cheeks flushed pink with his shirt pushed half-way up his stomach it only came off as adorable in Wade's eyes.

"Hehehe- eeheheeheehee- I fuhuhucking- heehehehe- hate yoohoou...."

"Aw cute. Does that translate to you saying that you'll talk?" Wade stilled his hand, thinking this might be the end of it, though also hoping for the opposite. And Logan did not disappoint.

"Does it ever?" Logan growled through his grin, leaving the merc overly delighted to continue tickling the shit out of his roommate.

"Ahh, so it is death you choose? Excellent choice, my friend. Too bad that means I won't be able to do this ever again with you being dead and all," Wade clucked his tongue in mock disappointment and raked his blunt fingernails up and down the arches, driving Logan into a fit of crazed laughter.

"Hohohoholy shihihihihiiit! Bahahahahahaha!" He put his hands over his face, trying to smother his laughter while yanking desperately at his legs.

Logan's thighs were very powerful being one of the biggest muscles on his body, and Wade had to use all of his strength and hold on really tight to keep the feral mutant from pulling free.

"Maximum effort!" Wade declared, securing his grip and scribbling his fingers as fast as he could all over the bottoms of Logan's squirming feet, "Coochie coochie coochie coo! I'll teach you to defy me! And to kick me! And for making me love you, you fucking prick!"

"I- I'm sohohohorryeeheeheeheehee??" Logan wasn't sure why he was apologizing to that, but it kind of just blurted out in his frantic state.

He was going fucking crazy. Even though his stomach was his most ticklish spot, having his feet tickled always felt more intense and made him even more desperate to escape. Every inch was so sensitive and no matter where Wade's fingers touched it delivered the same highly reactive sensations that his mind could hardly process.

"Fuhuhuhuhuuuck! Waahaahaahaaaade! Nohohoot thehehehehere!" Logan squealed through higher-pitched giggling and shook his head in protest while only Wade nodded gleefully.

"Yes, there! Everywhere. Every little ticklish nook and cranny that I can find until you concede to my demands," the merc grinned, following every wrinkle on his soles with a teasing scratch and squirming his fingers underneath his curling toes.

Logan struggled to sit up as he laughed hysterically and used his arms to pull himself further up the couch in an attempt to get away, though Wade wasn't letting go for anything and was dragged along for the ride.

Wade would never give up. He would not take for granted the fact that he had the ability to make the uptight and stoic Wolverine laugh so heartily at the drop of a hat. It was nothing short of a blessing that Logan had not only turned out to be absurdly ticklish, but that the two of them had grown such a close connection to each other that he allowed Wade's countless desires to use it against him.

Logan didn't want to give it up to Wade under the circumstances, but his past record of him doing just that guaranteed it was only a matter of time. He could play the tough guy all he wanted and hold out for as long as he could possibly stand, but it always ended the same way.

And that time was just about there. The tickling of his toes was unbearable, and with the last of his strength he sat himself up and grabbed onto one of Wade's shoulders and tapped on the other with his big hand.

"Alrihihihight! Aahahahaahah! Alright alright I'll t- tell yahahahahahaa! I surrehehehehehender!"

A grin a mile wide stretched across Wade's face at hearing those words leave Logan's lips. Literally tickling the Wolverine into submission would never fail to delight him.

Though he still didn't hesitate to take the opportunity to tease him just a little more beyond his limit.

"What's your hurry, Peanut? We're just getting started. Besides maybe I'm over the whole purring thing now. Maybe I'd rather just sit here and keep tickling your big, dumb feet."

He could hear the panic initiated in Logan's voice as he immediately protested.

"Whahahaaat?! Nohahahaha! We hahahahad a deheeheeal!"

"Right, we had a deal. I'm afraid that ship has long sailed, buddy. Here's the new deal, I'm gonna tickle you for the next hour or so and then we can come back and re-evaluate the situat- "

Wade's words were halted by a familiar sound as he stopped tickling and looked down to find three-foot long adamantium claws sticking out through his chest, just staring at them quietly for several long moments.

"Well.......that escalated quickly."

"That's for....goin' back....on your word......fucker," Logan panted with a smirk as Wade curiously poked at the tip of one of the blades in front of him.

"I was only joking, you know. I was gonna stop in a minute. Can you really blame me though? I just can't get my fill of hearing your cute fucking giggles," Wade tickled the soles still in his grasp before letting out a yelp of pain when Logan jerked in reaction, causing his claws to twist inside Wade's body.

"Serves ya right, idiot. Now how about ya let me go and I'll let you go? On three?"

"Who says I want you to let me go? It's not every day I get to have you inside of me," Wade teased with an effeminate giggle before grunting as Logan retracted his claws and easily pulled his legs free now that he was back to full strength.

"You're a sick fuck, Wade, ya know that?" He shook his head as he made himself comfortable again on the couch.

"I do my best so thanks for noticing," Wade smiled before looking down at the area around him and taking in the mess that had been made, "Oooooh, you broke the rule. Althea is going to be so mad at you for making me bleed all over this couch."

"You're gettin' all the blame for this one. Besides, she likes me more than you so I'm sure she'll see it my way," Logan grinned with that knowledge.

"Dammit, I hate when you're right. Why can't I be more like you?" Wade pouted and sighed overdramatically, "I guess no one loves ol' Wade Wilson after all."

Logan naturally rolled his eyes.

"Cut it out. Ya know that's not true."

"Oh yeah? So what are you saying? Are you saying that you love me?"

Wade got a stupid smile on his face as Logan just stared back at him deadpanned for a moment. The merc was only joking around, but Logan also knew that he really did have feelings of self-doubt at times and it wouldn't be right to kick him while he was down.

"How about I tell ya what makes me pu- Uhhh.....make that sound that I did earlier. If ya still want to hear it, that is," Logan started, feeling that he'd made the right choice when he saw how much Wade lighted up in response.

"Of course I do!" Wade whooped as he scooted closer over to Logan to absorb the full effect of his words.

"Well....It actually doesn't happen often so it's kind of a compliment to you really, which I'll be damned if I'm gonna give up to you that easily," Logan chuckled before continuing, "I have to be really relaxed and content. Like my mind leavin' my body kinda relaxed. And it's rare that I'm even able to get in that deep around anyone. Just havin' my mind carefree and in complete bliss."

Wade took it all in as his face got more serious, looking completely taken aback.

"Let me see if I'm understanding here. You're saying that you can only do it when you feel happy....and safe? So you mean that I made you feel happy and safe?"

Logan nodded with a shrug and a small smile.

"Yeah. I didn't want to admit it and give you the satisfaction, but- "

His words were cut off as Wade wrapped his arms around him in a tight, loving embrace.

"Thank you. That honestly makes me feel really good. It's one of the nicest things anyone has ever shared with me. Truly."

Logan's smile widened as he put his arms around the other man and patted his back. He deserved to know that little fact about him.

"You're welcome. Just don't expect it too much. Like I said, I don't get like that very often."

"That's okay, it's more special this way. And I will take it as a huge compliment every time it does happen," Wade nodded, letting go and feeling the stickiness from his drying blood get transferred between the two of them, "Oops. Forgot about that. Sorry, pal."

Logan waved him off with a shake of his head.

"Don't worry about it. And hey, I'll even help ya clean it up before Althea catches wind of it," he then pulled off his white t-shirt over his head that was now covered in bloodstains and threw it at Wade, "Gonna need that washed too."

Wade now looked the bare-chested man sitting beside him up and down as he exaggeratingly licked his lips.

"Mmm, what about the rest of you?"

"I can handle that myself, pervert."

"You're no fun. But fine, if I'm on laundry duty then I at least expect a little something in return....," Wade trailed off and continued to eye his friend's muscular midsection as Logan looked back at him with a skeptical brow raised.

"......What did ya have in mind?"

"Ohhh nothing too crazy. I just wanna pet your belly. Without any interference from you for once."

Logan instantly tensed up and involuntarily moved his arms in front of his stomach.

"Wade, ya can't expect me to not try to stop you. Ya know I'm way too ticklish for that shit."

"It'll be different this time, I promise! See usually I'm trying to tickle you on purpose, but really I think I could do it without it tickling you. Trust me on this," Wade did his best to be convincing, but Logan still remained uncertain as nervous laughter trickled out of him.

"That's kind of a hard pill to swallow. Especially after how bad ya were just tickling me there not that long ago."

"Oh c'mon, please? Just let me try it out. And hey, I promise that if it doesn't work out like I thought then we'll call it quits. No harm, no foul. Whaddya say?"

He waited patiently as he watched Logan sit quietly and consider it for a minute.

"You're washing all my laundry then," he finally sighed with a smile.

"I'll take that deal!" Wade then grabbed a pillow off the couch and placed it onto his lap while motioning Logan over, "Just lay down and get comfortable."

Logan complied as he laid on his back with his head on the pillow and placed his hands on top of each other onto his chest. He was a little nervous, but the trust he had in Wade helped to ease that off as he tried to just focus on the position he was in and relax.

"Atta boy. You know, I've wanted to try this for a long time. Just had to wait for the right moment," Wade smiled while running his fingers through Logan's hair again, making the feral mutant exhale softly and close his eyes.

"Well....have at it then," he muttered, nodding his head in indication.

Wade reached over and placed his hand palm flat onto Logan's stomach and began slowly stroking the muscled plane up and down without issue. So far so good he thought as he let his fingers trail out and press lightly into the abs to feel the firmness of them, but at that point he had noticed that Logan had started to twitch around a bit.

"Th-That still- heheehee- tickles," Logan admitted through his grin, though his eyes remained shut and aside from the small amount of twitching his body stayed relaxed.

Wade was disappointed to hear that, thinking his techniques would be good enough to not cause his friend any bother.

"Damn. I guess it really isn't possible without tickling you. I'll stop then as promised," he started to remove his hands, but Logan just shook his head and actually pushed his hands back towards his stomach for the first time ever.

"No, ihihit's okay. Hehehee- it's actually k-kinda nihihice," he giggled and arched his back as if asking for more.

Wade was so blown away by what was happening that he could hardly contain himself as he returned to rubbing his hand over Logan's belly.

"Really? You seriously don't mind it?" Wade asked, but Logan didn't say any more and only carried on with squirming slightly from the touches with the occasional giggles tumbling out of him.

"Well look at me, giving the Wolverine a real belly rub. Finally getting to cross this one off of my bucket list. I gotta say, as much fun as it is to tickle you into oblivion and watch you howl in laughter this really is just too precious. I mean, it actually looks like you're feeling pretty mellow and relaxed. Which is obviously always really nice to see. Just let me know if you want me to stop though and your wish will be my command. You can trust me on that."