#ticklish!deadpool

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.

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.

At first Logan had declined Wade's invitation to live with him at his apartment. Having been on his own for so long Logan didn't want to accept the fact that anyone actually wanted him around, but after Wade's persistent prodding and convincing he finally accepted.

"Yes!! It'll be like a sexy slumber party!" Wade had whooped, but one steely-eyed look from Logan made him turn it down, "Ahem. Or, you know, just two guys hanging out together with no lewd activities of any kind...."

No doubt Wade pushed Logan's buttons and got on his nerves more than anyone he had ever met in his life, but after their ordeal together there was no denying the bond that had been created between the two of them. It was hard for him to admit it, but Wade was definitely someone Logan now considered as a friend.

Surprisingly he settled in quickly and had begun to make himself comfortable, allowing him to let his guard down and actually relax for once. It was only a one-bedroom apartment so even though he had to sleep out on the couch every night he was grateful to have a place to call home.

And Wade was thrilled to have him there. Unlike his other roommate, Blind Al, Logan was progressively becoming more tolerant of his off the wall antics so it was nice to have someone else there that he could really joke around with. And drink with, though Logan still tended to embark on some solo day drinking of his own.

Wade shuffled into the living room in his crocs one late evening with Dogpool cradled in his arm to find Logan slouched over on the couch in nothing but jeans and a tank top and a nearly empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. Further observation revealed there to be two more empty bottles laying around on the ground by his feet.

"Hey. Robert Downey Jr. Wanna take it easy on the booze?"

Logan lazily looked up at him, rolling his eyes when he saw Wade was allowing the dog to lick all over his face.

"I will once ya take it easy on always making out with that mutt."

Wade stared at him in defiance as he continued to kiss Dogpool's head while she licked all around his mouth, making Logan grimace in disgust before Wade set her down upon the ten-sizes-too-big dog bed he had bought for her.

"You know if you were jealous all you had to do was ask, baby girl. There's plenty of Wade Wilson to go around," he leaped onto the couch beside Logan and puckered his lips, making smooching sounds as he tried to pull the other man close while Logan cursed and struggled to hold him back.

"Hey hey! Fucking knock it off, asshole!" Despite his annoyance he chuckled a little with the alcohol lightening his mood and after a few more seconds Wade finally relented to sit himself back.

"You can fight it all you want, but I know you'll come around one day. There's no resisting my natural labido," Wade sat facing him as he gave a wink and a flirty grin, causing Logan to sigh with a shake of his head and take another sip from the bottle.

"See this is exactly why I still drink. I need something to help tolerate your obnoxious ass on a daily basis."

"Fine by me. It has its benefits. Number one being that you're so much less stabby when you're like this," Wade teased, wiggling a finger into his side as Logan squirmed and giggled before swatting at his hand with boozed up coordination.

"Why are ya always tickling me? I hate that shit," Logan was still smiling though as he rubbed at his irritated ribs.

"Because," Wade smiled and turned to look out at the audience before whispering quietly under his breath, "The people demand it."

He sat staring in silence for several seconds until Logan lifted a brow in confusion.

"The fuck you looking at?"

"Nothing," Wade turned back to him, "Well it's because I have to make you laugh somehow, grumpy pants. You're always so serious, and worst of all you never laugh at my jokes."

"Oh yeah? Have ya tried actually being funny?"  A big shit eating grin was plastered on Logan's face as he instinctively pulled his arms in close to his body, not expecting Wade to let that one slide.

"Ooh hoo hoo, you're going to pay for that one later. You know what, smart ass? Maybe I'll tickle you in front of Laura. I'm sure she'd love to help me double team you sometime. A little badger on badger action, if you will." 

It was Wade's turn to smirk as Logan just looked back at him with nervous eyes that he tried to hide behind the scowl now creasing over his face.

"You'd better fuckin' not."

"I don't know. It's sounding like a pretty good idea to me. Usually I have to pay to see that kind of thing but-"

Logan growled as his claws started to come out, but Wade just laughed and wagged a finger at him.

"Ah ah ah! Rule number one, no bloodshed in the house. So best keep those claws of yours in check, my little kitty cat."

"Just don't give me a reason then," Logan warned, retracting the claws before his eyes raised to focus on Wade's head, "By the way, how long are ya gonna keep wearing that stupid toupee? I already told you that you ain't foolin' anyone with that thing."

Wade looked positively insulted as he patted and smoothed down the hair on his head.

"Uhmm excuse me? As I've told you a thousand times, it's a hair system. It's so I can go out in public looking halfway decent. Not all of us were blessed with the perfect bone structure of a successful Broadway actor," turns his head briefly to look at the camera, "And besides, I think it looks quite distinguished."

"I've seen better looking roadkill than whatever that thing's made out of," Logan snorted and downed the rest of the bottle in his hand before dropping it on the floor beside the other empty bottles.

"Says the guy who looks like he has roadkill glued to the sides of his face," Wade gave a less than gentle tug on his muttonchops as Logan grunted and smacked his hand away.

"Oh yeah? Well at least I can grow facial hair, pal. You on the other hand don't have a speck of hair on your whole goddamn body. You're like a fucking pre-pubescent child. This is what a real man looks like," a tipsy smirk crawled across his face as he nonchalantly pulled up his tank top to show off his hairy chest and stomach.

He emphasized his point by running a hand over his hirsute, muscular torso while Wade just stared very, very hard.

"........Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it's working," Wade was smiling deviously and reaching a hand out as Logan chuckled dryly and gave him a hard shove, sending him flying to the other end of the couch, "Just so you know, I'm adding that one to the spank bank."

"You fucking wish, bub. Think ya got a better chance with that ugly ass dog of yours," he nodded over towards the sleeping pooch while tugging his shirt back down. 

It was rare to see such a repulsed look on Wade's face as the man always seemed to be down for whatever but apparently messing with the dog was where he drew a line.

"Woah woah, that's just going too far now. You need therapy, my friend."

"Oh please. I forgot you were the fucking poster child for mental stability," Logan muttered as he lifted his legs to prop his bare feet up on the coffee table in front of him.

"Heyheyhey! What in the ever-living fuck do you think you are doing? That's where we cut up our Bolivian nose candy-"

"I thought Feige said ya can't talk about that."

"Well what Feige doesn't know won't hurt him. Now let's go. Chop chop. Feet off the table, bud," Wade scolded and kicked Logan in the leg as the man rolled his eyes and begrudgingly pulled his feet down.

"You are such a fucking caveman. That table is an antique. Furniture crafted from the finest-OOof!" Wade grunted in pain as Logan dropped his feet onto his lap with his heel coming down hard onto his groin, "Uh uh nope. Not happening. Feet off the Deadpool too." 

"Well I gotta put 'em somewhere. What? Offended that ya weren't my first choice? Be flattered I finally found a good use for you," Logan smirked big time at the genuine outrage that now displayed on Wade's face.

"What the fuck do you mean?! You've seen what a phenomenal cook I am!"

"Almost burned down the apartment."

"I'm the king of late-night karaoke!"

"Got the cops called on us three times already."

"Well I'm good at making friends everywhere I go."

"I had to beat the shit out of all those bikers to get them off of you. Not to mention you almost got us banned from my favorite bar, you dumb fuck."

Wade started to pout from Logan shooting down all of his claims, but was quickly back to grinning as he thought of something that Logan couldn't possibly argue against.

"Okay, you know what? You wanna see something I'm good at? I'll show you something I'm very good at," Wade smirked and grabbed ahold of Logan's legs, securing his ankles in one arm as he began ruthlessly tickling the bottoms of his feet.

Logan lost any sense of calm he had as he immediately broke into a hysterical laughing fit, figuring out too late that he had made a huge mistake. There weren't many things in life that could get the Wolverine to lose his cool, but Wade Wilson the Tickle Monster never failed.

"Baahahahahahaha! Wahahahahade, dohohohon't!! Okaahaahaahaay! I'll mooohoohoove 'em!!"

Logan was far too buzzed to pull his usual act of fighting back his reactions and trying to pretend that he wasn't as horribly sensitive as he really was. Not that any of that ever discouraged Wade since he knew he'd always get him to crack eventually.

"Nah, that's okay. You just keep them right where they are, Giggles. Maybe this'll teach you some manners. Or not, that's okay too. I wouldn't want to run out of excuses to do this....," he scratched at the soles with Logan going nuts and frantically pulling at his captured legs while Wade's arm only squeezed tighter around them to ensure he wouldn't escape.

"Stahahahaaap, ya dihihihick! Fuhuhuhuckin' lehehehehe-lehehet me gohohohohooo!"

"What's that? Aww did you forget your safe word again? So confusing. How do I know if you really want me to stop or not?" The merc teased with his fingers scribbling at Logan's arches as the X-man's laughter surged in volume.

"Fuhuhuhuhuck you! Aaaheheeheeheehee nohohoho! Waahaait! I'm sohohohohorry!" He howled with tears already in his eyes as Wade found the weak spots under his toes; his body twisting and flopping around as he braced his arms on the couch in his clumsy attempts to get free.

Wade always enjoyed when Logan was in this state. Not only was he a lot less homicidal than if he was sober but he wasn't nearly as uptight and didn't even fight the tickles as hard. He practically just rolled over and took it and didn't hold much back. 

He suspected that Logan didn't hate being tickled nearly as much as he made out and loved to tease him about it much to the older man's insistent denial of the fact. It's likely that Logan would rather die than ever admit something like that.

Wade then cleared his throat and began to speak in his best exaggerated Australian accent.

"Crikey mate! Here we have the Wolverine. Best known for its violent tendencies and natural ability to be a complete jackass. When confronted by a stronger and more powerful predator it begins to make the most adorable snorting sounds that are meant as a sign of his submission. Let's listen in, shall we?"

Logan had been belting out uncontrollable snorts all throughout his laughter and it was one of Wade's favorite things to poke fun at him for.

"Shhh-Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup! You're sohohohoho fuhuhucking stuhuhuhupid!"

"Oh, I'm fucking stupid? Who's the one making all the little piggy noises, Wilbur? Speaking of piggies....," Wade smirked as he started to play with his toes again, "This little piggy was an alcoholic....This little piggy was always so mean to his friend, Wade.....This little piggy talked shit about sweet little Dogpool....This little piggy..."

"Fuhuhuhuhuuuck! Alrihihihihight I gihihihive uhuhup! Haahahahaah! No-No mohohohore!" Logan had managed to pull a foot free and was now kicking Wade in the back as hard as he could, which wasn't very hard at all due his weakened state from laughing so much.

"No more? No MORE? Sorry, sweet cheeks. But I've got plenty more," Wade then threw his foot aside as he turned and dove onto Logan's prone form to now attack his very ticklish stomach, "That was for treating me like an object! This is for saying I'm not funny!"

Wade snickered with glee as the feral man expelled a less than manly squeal of giggles and immediately curled into a protective ball, though all attempts to evade were useless. Deadpool was positively relentless.

"Nooooohohohohohoo nohohohot thehehehehere! Okahahaay you're funny! You're fuhuhuhuhuhunnyyyyyaaahahahahahaaStaahahahahahaaap!"

"Oh sure! All of a sudden I'm just magically funny now! Don't insult my intelligence! You can't bullshit a bullshitter!" Wade managed to get his hands underneath Logan's shirt, raking his fingers up and down his bare stomach and forcing him to dissolve into a lengthy, mirthful wheeze.

"Why are you so ticklish? Is it part of your mutation? A result of a Weapon X experiment gone horribly wrong? Talk, damn you! I need answers!"

Not that Wade actually expected him to answer, but Logan was laughing entirely too hard and fighting it even less. He had his head thrown back in hysterics that exposed his oversized canines, writhing feebly while tears were leaking down his reddened cheeks.

It was a sight to see the normally powerful X-man rendered helpless from such a soft touch, but it just goes to prove that healing factors and big muscles were completely useless against a tickle attack.

Wade would have loved to keep tickling him all night, and he knew the man technically could take it with the high amount of stamina he possessed, but it was time to let him go now and save it for another time. Logan had been a good sport, and he didn't want to push it too far.

Pulling his hands back he now stood triumphantly hovering over the still giggling and plastered Wolverine, who kept his body all curled up in case the crazy merc decided to come for him again.

"Are you sure you're the Wolverine of legends? I mean, this isn't exactly what I had pictured. If I hadn't personally seen you in action then I'd have some serious doubts," he smirked as Logan finally relaxed and slowly splayed out on the couch.

"Heehehehe-That's the worst Wolverine to you, bub. You-hehehee-fucking suck," Logan continued to giggle as he struggled to fight off the dizzying high of the combined tickle assault mixed with the alcohol in his bloodstream. Wade was pleased to see he hadn't soured his mood.

"But do I swallow is the real question? Hehehe, sorry, I couldn't help myself. Now did you learn your lesson, you drunken idiot?"

Logan regained some sense of focus as he slowly sat up and looked up at Wade with the most cocky grin.

"Of course not. Gonna take a lot more than that, fucker."

"Do not tempt me, Peanut. I showed you mercy this time, but I cannot guarantee this next round I will be as charitable," Wade smirked and cracked his knuckles, surprised to see Logan lean back onto the couch with his arms folded behind his head.

"Pffft. You don't fuckin' scare me. You can do your worst. Though I'm sorry to say you're not gonna get the chance. Ya wanna know why?"

"Why?" Wade practically demanded with his hands on his hips.

"That's why." Logan lifted a hand to point behind Wade as the merc whirled around to confront what may have got the drop on him and found.....nothing. Nobody.

"Wait a minute.....did I really just fall for the oldest trick in the bo-AAAHCK!" Wade let out a scream as he was pounced from behind by a playfully growling Wolverine and landed hard on his stomach with his face hitting the floor. He had seriously misjudged the other man's current ability to fight back.

"Heheh, you really are a fucking idiot. Now let's see how you like this shit...," Logan immediately dug into Wade's ribs from where he sat perched on his back and was more than thrilled by the scream that ripped out of the merc's mouth. He knew there was no way a loudmouth like Wade wouldn't be ticklish.

"Nohohooo Logan wahahahahaait! Ahahaheeheehehehehe! You cahahahan't tihihihickle meheheee! I'm-I'm the 'ler! Nohohot yooooou!"

"The what? What the hell are ya talkin' about now?" Logan didn't let up though while Wade tried to sputter out an explanation.

"The cohohohommunity! Ihihihit's a thihihiing! I g-guess tehehehechnically I'm a swihihihihitch buhuhuhut stihihill!"

Logan raised his brows, looking more confused than before as he ended up just shrugging it off and shaking his head.

"Nevermind. I really don't wanna know. Now shut up and laugh, asshole," Logan's big hands ran up and down his sides, squeezing his waist and making it back up into his armpits as Wade flailed and shrieked and desperately tried to clamp his arms down.

Logan couldn't help but laugh at Wade's reactions with how he had barely started in on him yet.

"Geez. Have ya really been this fucking ticklish this whole time? Looks like we've got some time to make up for," his fingers fluttered around under Wade's arms, producing wild cackles as he wriggled like a worm and tried to scoot across the floor.

"Get off get off! Nooohahahahahaha! I'm nohohohohot tihihihicklish! I'm nohohohohohohot!"

"Well if you're not ticklish then all this shouldn't be botherin' ya, right? Or do you prefer me stabbin' ya better?" Logan smirked as he used the three middle fingers on each hand to simulate his claws as he repeatedly poked at Wade's ribcage with rapid fire speed, "Hehe, now you're dead."

"Gaahaahahahahaha!! Nohohohohot the clahahahahaws! Mehehehehercy!" Wade begged, trying to reach behind him to smack Logan's hands away. Spoiler alert, it didn't work.

"Mercy? Ha! That's a fuckin' good one. Hey, whaddya know. I guess you are funny after all. Hehehe, tickle tickle tickle, fuckface."

Wade's hysterics were increasing in volume by the second and Logan snorted in amusement at the thought that they might get the cops called on them for a suspected murder happening in the apartment.

"Holy shit. Keep it down, will ya? You're gonna wake the-"

"What in the name of Satan's asshole is that horrible noise?!?!" Blind Al shouted in annoyance as she wandered into the room and nearly tripped over the two men roughhousing on the floor.

"Blind Al! Blind Ahahahahal! Hehehehelp mehehehehe!" Wade screamed as he managed to roll over underneath Logan and reach out a desperate hand towards his elderly roommate.

"You're such a dick. Ya know ya don't have to emphasize that she's blind all the time, ya inconsiderate moron," Logan rolled his eyes with a smile as he now had better access to Wade's ribs and stomach and dug right in.

"Baahahahah-Buhuhuhut thahahat's her nahahahahame! B-Becahahahause she's blihihihind! Gehehehet ihihit?!"

The older woman's lips pursed with disdain.

"Please keep torturing him. I will sleep good tonight knowing that stupid motherfucker is suffering," she gently patted Logan on the shoulder as she turned around and made her way out of the room.

"You got it, boss lady," Logan nodded with a smirk and scratched furiously at Wade's stomach, easily avoiding the flailing hands trying to stop him.

"Blihihihihind Al! Aahahhahahha! You trahahahaahaahaitor! Ahahahafter ahahall I've d-dohohohone for yooohoou!"

"Maybe you could gag his bitch ass too," she yelled back over her shoulder, making Logan chuckle.

"She's got a point. You're loud as fuck. Always makin' fun of how I snort while you're over here shrieking like a fuckin' little girl."

With that, Wade was struck with inspiration as he thought of a way to get Logan to stop.

"Yehehehes! Oh yehehehes Lohohohogan! Dohohohn't stop! Th-Thahahat's ihihihit! Tihihihickle me! Tihihickle mehehehe untihihihil I pahahahass ouhohout!" Wade pretended to moan between his laughs as he put his hands flat against the floor to demonstrate that he had no intention of preventing the tickling, though it was a major struggle for him to keep them there.

Logan tilted his head as he stared down at Wade in bemusement.

"Can't tell if you're tryin' to psyche me out into stopping, or if you really do like it that much. I wouldn't put it past ya to actually enjoy being tickled. Not the weirdest thing about you. Either way, if ya say not stop then I won't," Logan smirked and proceeded to tickle him even harder as he kneaded into his hips.

"Noooooohohohoooo! Okaahahaay! I lihihihied! I cahahahan't tahahahahake it! Pleasepleaseplease stooohahahahoooop!" Wade squealed and kicked his legs around and uselessly tried to grab at the other man's wrists to pry him off.

"Now was that really a lie? Are ya sure it wasn't an educated wish?" Logan loved to bring that stupid shit up every once in a while, knowing it would get under Wade's skin.

"So fuhuhuhunny I forgohohot to lahahahaugh, ahahahasshole! Nohohow gehehet off meeeheeheeheee! You fuhuhuhucking mahahahade yohohohour point!" 

Logan was about to make another quip when he heard loud barking and turned his head to see Dogpool come flying over the back of the couch towards them in superhero slow-motion.

She then rushed in to grab Wade by the hair as she pulled with all of her tiny body weight trying to free him.

"Yehehehes! Mary Puhuhuhuppins! Saahahahave pa-pa! Thaahahahat's it!"

"Yeah.....that dog weighs like eight pounds. Hehehe, don't think you're getting away from me just yet, bub," Logan snickered as he dragged Wade closer and plunged his fingers into his armpits, earning another shriek as the merc futilely clamped his arms down and thrashed even harder.

"Looohohohogaaan staaahahahahahahap! I'm-I'm sohohohohoh glahahad to seeheehee-ahahahahhah-see yohohou ehehehembrace thihihis sss-sihihide of you buhuhuhut-AAAAHH! FUHUHUHUCK!!"

A loud ripping sound was heard as Logan looked up in wonderment to see Wade with a hand gripped to his now bald head as Dogpool stood there with his whole hair piece in her mouth.

Logan couldn't help it. The sight of Wade laying there with those fucking staples sticking out of his head and the dog now gnawing on his toupee like a chew toy was just too comical.

He started to laugh. Really laugh. Laughing too damn hard to keep tickling Wade as he literally fell over, holding his sides while his whole body shook in uncontrollable guffaws.

Wade was finally able to sit up as he glared at his hysterical friend, but he had a smile on his face too.

"Really?! That's what makes you laugh?! You seeing me getting hurt is funny to you? Pretty fucked up, you sado," he pretended to sound annoyed, but really he was anything but. It was rare to see Logan laugh like this besides when Wade was tickling him half to death so he'd let him have this for the moment.

Still he had to strike back somehow for this indignity.

"Puppins attack! Kill, my little munchkin! Kill!" Wade shouted as the dog rushed towards the fallen man and jumped onto him. But Dogpool didn't have a mean bone in her body and only knew how to attack with love as she affectionately licked Logan's face much to his aversion.

"Blech! Wahahade! Gehet your dohohog!" He bellowed as he continued to laugh, but other than trying to shield his face with his arms he didn't do much to stop her.

"Okay okay, come here, sweetie pie. Lets get you away from the bad man who tried to kill your pa-pa," Wade reached over and pulled her off of him, setting her into his lap.

Logan finally fought down the giggles as he sat up to find Wade staring longingly at the destroyed toupee in his hand. He kind of felt bad for the guy and thought he should offer some words of encouragement.

"Yeah, that thing's fucked. Big time. But hey, I think you look better without it," he nodded, using his shirt to wipe off his face as Wade gave him a genuine smile.

"You're only saying that because you're drunk," the merc teased back as Logan shrugged in response and grinned broadly.

"You're probably right. I wouldn't touch ya with a ten foot pole."

"That's okay. I don't mind doing all the touching...," Wade gave him a quick squeeze on the side as Logan snorted and lurched away from his reach and got to his feet.

"Don't fucking start that again. I'd say we're even now. Besides, you don't wanna fuck with me now that I know how damn ticklish you are. It's a stalemate. We can put this all behind us and move on. Now if ya don't mind I'd like to get some sleep," he waved the other man away as he grabbed some blankets off the back of the couch to set up his sleeping area.

Wade just smirked as he began walking out of the room with Dogpool in his arms.

"Silly silly Wolvie. I'm not sure you realize the implications of your actions. But I'm afraid this is far from over. You, my friend, have just started a war."

Logan's face fell as he only stared back at Wade in wide-eyed silence.

Logan wasn't even sure how the topic came up, but now he finds himself in a defensive posture and snarling, trying to put some space between him and the merc slowly advancing on him.

"How could you possibly know that you're not ticklish if you've never been tickled? And why don't you want me to touch you now? The math is just not mathing for me, Peanut."

"I just know, alright? So leave me the fuck alone unless ya want your guts rearranged."

"Now now, we're not trying to push this scene into X-rated territory.....maybe later though. Come on, just hold still. This'll only take a minute...."

Cue Wade hurling himself at Logan, too amped up by his thoughts of penetrating the other man's figurative walls to have any regard for his own safety. Logan of course does not want to be tickled (even though he's totally NOT ticklish 🤣) so the claws are out, but despite thrusting them into Wade's body it doesn't slow him down.

Logan is growling and cursing and grinding his teeth in attempts to keep the sounds contained that he knows will guarantee that this will happen to him a lot more in the future. But Wade is relentless and vows to himself to not give up until he is victorious.

He's testing every possible spot that is accessible, wondering exactly where his roommate might be ticklish, and most importantly the spot that will break him. Logan quickly learns that he needs his arms to guard his body and puts his claws away, but by then Wade's wriggling fingers have already darted up his ribs and found their way into his armpits.

Logan can't hold it in anymore. Laughter sputters out of him while he unsuccessfully tries to reel it back in and before Wade knows it, he's got a cackling and squirming Wolverine underneath him.

"I knew it! I knew you'd be ticklish! Mother Nature coming in clutch at making sure there's a way to get your grouchy ass laughing. Be real with me now, have you seriously never been tickled? Because I don't for a second believe that you thought that you weren't actually ticklish at all."

The feral man is in an uncontrollable laughing fit and trying to escape the fingers tickling away underneath his arms, embarrassed by the adorable snorts that are occasionally ripped out of him. Naturally he doubles down though and is adamant that he had never been tickled before.

"Ihihit's the truhuhuuuth! Hahahaha- Now fuhuhuhucking stohahahahop!"

"Suuuuuure it is. Well I guess that means that we're going to learn your most ticklish spots together! Oh, what fun that'll be, huh?! Now lets see.....we got your armpits covered.....and I'll bet you'll be more responsive to some rib tickles now......Ohhh what about that tight tummy of yours-"

"NO!!"

Wade pauses in surprise as he looks into Logan's now anxious and wide eyes.

"No? How can you say no? Are you saying that you know how ticklish you are there?"

Logan internally curses himself for blowing it and is too flustered to come up with any sort of good excuse that will steer this situation any other way.

"No, I.....I just.....Fuck! You're puttin' words in my mouth!"

"Peanut....."

Wade is grinning as he slowly begins to move his hands lower down the man's body all the while he denies it out his ass.

"I don't know anything, okay?! I just don't want you to keep goin' with this stupid shit! Ya got what ya wanted!"

"And what is it that I wanted?"

"To humiliate me?! Fuck if I know!"

"No, I just wanted to prove your lying ass wrong. And this...," Wade places his hands onto Logan's stomach, feeling him instantly tense up in dread, "Is going to be the smoking gun. Because I think you have been tickled before. And you know that your tummy is pretty fucking bad. So are you going to tell me the truth, or do you need some persuasion?"

Logan is trying to hold back his giggles in anticipation for the fingers on his stomach to start playfully attacking as he shakes his head in reluctant submission.

"N-No, don't. Okaahaay, I admit it. I lied. I've been tickled before. Been a really long time, but it happened."

"Well why the fuck would you lie and say otherwise?"

He's relieved when Wade pulls his hands back, allowing him to breathe normally.

"Because I knew your crazy ass would try to tickle me if I admitted it earlier!"

"Very true. But to be fair you saying that you had never been tickled and weren't ticklish made me want to tickle you even more."

Logan groans and drops his head back.

"I kinda sensed I was fucked either way, knowing you. So again, ya got what ya wanted. You can get off me now."

"Sure thing, pal," Wade smiles innocently as his hands return to hover over Logan's belly, "Right after I confirm how ticklish your tummy really is."

Logan spirals into instant panic and makes an attempt at a last plea.

"Wade no! If I'm ever gonna beg ya for anything it's to not- FuUHuHuHUHuCkAahahahahahaahaa! Noohohohahahahahaa!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The fuck is wrong with you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"THREE!" 

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

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

"Time out! TIME OUT!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wade pretended to think it over as he slunk nearby.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nightmare again, bub?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nightmare."

Wade's heart sunk at hearing that.

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

"Sorry for what?"

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

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

"Well yeah, but- "

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

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

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

"So you think I love you, huh?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"NAAHAhAhahahahahah! Stohohohohoooopiiiitttt!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey Logie?"

"Yeah bub?"

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

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

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

"Which is....?"

"Just take it easy with the raspberries."

"Noted aaaaaaaand disregarded."