Ticklish Deadpool

ROGUE:

I think one of the first to learn about Logan being ticklish would likely be Rogue. Her and Logan just have that close bond that makes Wolverine soften up and actually be vulnerable around her.

He'd probably tickle her sometimes to try to cheer her up if she needed it or just for fun as I imagine that with her mutation she probably enjoys sharing in any kind of physical affection that she can get. And that means she also likes giving it back!

At first Logan insists that he's not ticklish because of course that idea is just completely absurd, but eventually he can no longer evade all of her attempts. Once she is able to give his sides some good squeezes, he just can't hold in his giggles though he instinctively continues to try to play it off. She's determined to prove him wrong and tickles him even harder until he's laughing so much that there's no denying it anymore.

Despite his reluctance to show weakness Logan understands what it means to her and doesn't really fight it, even though he can barely handle it. He made a vow to take care of her and that includes her mental health. He'll let her tickle him until he's crying if it will make her happy, and a lot of times she'll do exactly that. She cares a lot about him too and knows that he's always in a better mood after she gets him laughing like that.

Sometimes she even manages to rope Bobby into helping her while Logan protests about the unfairness of two against one.

JEAN:

Jean obviously figures it out with him always being in the infirmary so she's constantly touching him which causes him to blurt out that it tickles (as seen in CANON towards the end of the movie ☝😁). Usually, he's pretty stripped down to nothing but a pair of pants, or sometimes even just his boxer shorts if he has any more serious injuries on his legs so he's very exposed during these exams.

Jean's touch is so gentle and light that Logan can't resist the urge to squirm when she's working around any of his really ticklish areas, like his stomach; his reactions charming her to no end. But being that this is the woman he's become infatuated with Logan naturally doesn't mind any of it one bit.

He even goes so far as to make provoking quips that result in many "accidental" tickles. Her "accidentally" probing that sensitive spot on his lower ribs a little too hard, or "accidentally" scratching her fingers along the bottom of his bare foot in passing, or Oh no! Is that a lump she feels under his arm?! Better check them both thoroughly to make sure!

If she's ever feeling particularly vindictive then Logan is in big trouble being that she possesses the ability of telekinesis. That means she can easily hold him down and really show him just how ticklish he is, and it doesn't take long before he's begging for mercy through hysterical laughter.

ORORO:

Storm is probably the gentlest of all with him. While everyone else likes to get him laughing pretty hard she tends to just give him little pokes here and there when she's trying to get him to smile. Logan genuinely enjoys her company as she just has an aura about her that makes him feel like he doesn't need to put on his tough guy front around her so much. (I personally MUCH prefer LoganxOroro over LoganxJean.)

Seeing him fully relaxed is not a common thing and Ororo does her best to help him out with that. An offer for a massage from her is always on the table and there are many times Logan will seek her out to request her talents. She is not limited on where she will massage him; back, neck, feet, anywhere really that he feels he could use it, and Logan is not shy about shedding any of his clothes.

Even though she is known to mix in some light tickling with it all this does not dissuade Logan one bit. He has never admitted it out loud, but he secretly finds the soft tickles to be relaxing. Ororo knows of course, seeing him giggle and squirm without any objection to what she is doing to him. Occasionally she'll throw in some playful teases if she wants to see him blush too, though that usually gets her some half-hearted growls.

FYI there is a super adorable t-fic with Logan and Ororo by @snugglyfluffle that you all should go read if you haven't already. 🥰

https://www.tumblr.com/snugglyfluffle/763570606365081600/purring-pup?source=share

SCOTT:

Logan and Scott are definitely not on the best of terms, especially with Logan sniffing around Jean so much. Logan likes to flex on him to show him just how tough he really is though Scott typically tries to be the bigger man and ignore it. Sometimes Logan just gets too much in his personal space though and when Scott puts his hands on Logan's stomach to push him away, he notices how Logan curls up a little and defensively puts his arms over the area.

Only later does Scott realize what that was about and now that he knows the tough guy is ticklish, he exploits that the first chance that Logan gives him an excuse to. Scott is the only person that Logan genuinely dislikes being tickled by since the only reason he does it is to try to humiliate him. He has to control himself to not stab Scott in anger because he knows that Jean would definitely not be happy about that.

Wade yawned as he wandered into the kitchen one morning in his bathrobe to put on a pot of coffee, cursing as he remembered on his way in that they had run out the day before. Much to his surprise the smell of fresh coffee hit his nostrils as he found that there was a pot already freshly brewed on the countertop.

An explanation of how that came to be was revealed when a rustle of paper to the side drew his attention as he turned to find Logan sitting at the small kitchen table and quietly reading the newspaper. He was already fully dressed and looked like he had been up for a while.

"Well someone's an early riser today. Thanks for handling the coffee situation," Wade toasted him with a mug he had grabbed from the shelf in one of the cupboards before filling it from the bubbling hot pot.

"Couldn't find any here this morning so I went to the store and picked some up. Grabbed some donuts while I was out too. Help yourself," Logan nodded to the pink carboard box on the table without even looking up from his paper.

"Yess! Did you happen to get any of the cream-filled ones?" Wade asked hopefully, sitting at the table next to him as Logan reached over and flipped the box open for him.

"Yeah, there should be a couple in there somewhere. Also got some of those ones with the kiddie cereal on top that I know ya like."

Wade squealed in excitement as he plucked a donut covered in Lucky Charms from the box, moaning over-excessively as he took a large bite.

"Mmmm! Oh God, mmm MM! That's a literal flavor-filled orgasm in my mouth. You're an absolute angel," Wade carried on as Logan huffed through his nose with a small smile.

"I don't appreciate the slander, Wilson. And I was kinda enjoying the peace and quiet so would ya mind keepin' it down a little?"

Wade nodded and replied between chews.

"Yup. I can do that. Mmm hmm. Not a peep from me. Won't even know I'm here," he then began loudly sucking the melted icing off of his fingers before looking up to find Logan giving him a hard stare, "I'm sorry, would you like some?"

Wade offered him his hand as Logan grimaced in disgust and leaned away from him, trying to get back to reading.

"All yours, bub. Couldn't pay me to suck on those fingers."

"Are you implying that I could pay you to suck on something else? Because if that's true then have I got the proposition for you," Wade suggestively spoke in a lower tone, pleased to see he'd managed to get under Logan's skin as he promptly threw down his newspaper with a groan

"Can't you ever just be fucking normal for one day?"

"Let me see.....uhhh nope. I'm afraid there's no changing me. And you, my friend, are lucky to have a front row seat to the amazing world of Wade," he placed a hand on Logan's knee and teasingly danced his fingers up his inner thigh before being slapped away.

"My eternal punishment you mean. If God himself were to take pity on me and strike me down today it still wouldn't have been soon enough," Logan shook his head as he folded up the newspaper to put aside while Wade narrowed his eyes in response to his last comment.

"Say sike right now," he pointed a demanding finger at the other man who only tilted his head in slight confusion.

"What's that mean?"

"It means take it back, you insolent pig!"

"What? Did I actually hit a nerve?" Logan smirked, taking a bite of the old-fashioned donut he'd just selected from the box.

"I'm gonna have to plead the fifth. That's gross by the way," Wade cringed a little at how Logan dunked his donut into his coffee before biting into it, "But in theory if I were to say that you did, would you apologize?"

"Not even on my theoretical death bed, dipshit," Logan flipped Wade his middle finger as he ate the last bite of his donut.

Wade knew he was just playing his game with him, but that didn't mean he couldn't consider options for reprisal.

"Always such a charmer. Well in that case how about if I make you take it back, stud?"

Logan scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Pffft, good one. How the fuck do ya think you're gonna do that?"

"I have my ways. I'm a highly trained mercenary you know and believe it or not I have a plethora of all kinds of torture methods stored inside my pea-sized brain," Wade smiled innocently as Logan just nodded, never one to take anything the man said completely serious.

"Sure, bub. I'm warning ya though, you give me another wet willy and I'm throwing your ass out that window over there," he gestured over his shoulder to the window on the far wall where a three-story drop would await the prankster.

"Dually noted. Do not worry your Canadian cojones about it though, I have no doubt the inspiration will come to me," Wade tapped the side of his head.

"Well don't exhaust your last brain cell tryin' to figure it out," Logan slapped him on the back as he got up from his chair and walked to the counter to refill his coffee, "I've got over 200 years of experience under my belt, and I've been conditioned to resist any kinda torture you can possibly think of."

"Anything, huh?" Wade pondered aloud, observing the man who had his back to him as he filled up his mug and fiddled with the sugar packets at the counter.

He knew Logan spoke with truth as the X-man became a storyteller when drunk and described many instances where he'd been made to suffer by enemies. Everything from as minor as being burnt with lit cigarettes all the way up to more grotesque things like being vivisected while fully conscious. Not to mention the excruciating adamantium process that he had barely survived.

Like Wade, Logan's pain threshold was off the charts and the man really could take a lot of physical abuse. Of course, Wade wasn't compelled to hurt him that badly, or even at all. He really only wanted to get a good response from him that would serve as lighthearted payback.

He just had the urge to put hands on him, though Logan had already warned him against the wet willies, and messing with his hair was also a call for trouble. He'd risk his prestigious reputation for being eccentric if he didn't think of something quick.

"Awful quiet back there, Wade. Shit, must be too late. Not one intelligible thought left in that head of yours, huh? Halle-fuckin'-lujah, I thought this day would never come."

He could practically hear the arrogant smirk on Logan's face and before Wade knew it, he was instinctively out of his seat and silently approaching behind Logan who was preoccupied with trying to clean up the sugar he'd spilled onto the counter space.

"Such a damn shame. Guess we won't be calling you 'The Merc With the Mouth' anymore. You can be the 'The Merc Who Finally Shut His Annoying Fucking-'.....!!!" His words were cut off by a gasp when he felt fingers digging into his ribcage from behind as his legs nearly buckled from the sensations. 

His arms snapped down against his sides while he writhed for a few seconds against the counter before an unfortunate laugh made it out from his lips. He immediately bit it back as he finally managed to turn around and shove the attacking merc several feet away.

Logan's brows drew together as he just gaped incredulously at his daring roommate.

"The fuck are you doing?!" 

Wade was grinning like a predator that had just cornered its prey; his mind racing in overdrive at having detected an actual weakness of the gruff Wolverine, who now had complete alarm plastered all over his face.

"Hmm, looks like I'm the one now who has struck a nerve. A ticklish nerve by the looks of it," Wade rubbed his hands together menacingly, growing more excited by the moment as Logan's eyes widened in unmitigated panic.

"What?! Tickling?! That's ridiculous! You just....surprised me is all!" He stammered out very unconvincingly while Wade delighted in watching him figuratively squirm.

"Funny, I've never seen literally anyone have that reaction to being surprised. But okay, let me try what I just did one more time except now you won't be surprised by it, right? Coming in hot...," Wade had his hands raised into clawed form with fingers wiggling as he started to lunge for the other man, but Logan instantly put his own hands up in defense to halt him.

"Alright Wade, alright. Fuck. You win. I'm a little ticklish. But Wade c'mon, this is asinine. I'm a grown man. You can't just fucking tickle me," Logan tried to reason with him even though he knew it was all for nothing, receiving that confirmation by the way that Wade laughed at him.

"Oh yes I fucking can. There's no age limit for tickling, even for a geezer like you. Besides if there was then people would grow out of it and stop being ticklish, but guess what? Most don't. Which means anyone who hasn't is still fair game, and that includes you, sugar tits. I'll leave it up to you though. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way," Wade began cracking his knuckles for effect as Logan desperately tried to figure a way out of this.

"I swear if you even lay a finger on me.....," Logan cautioned with a deep growl as he swelled up his oversized muscles, this attempt at intimidation normally succeeding in making any sane man back down. But unfortunately for him, Wade wasn't a sane man, along with the fact that Logan hadn't released his claws which Wade had learned to perceive as a full-on green light.

"Is that your way of saying you're picking the hard way? Because you know I'm quite partial to things being hard myse-AAaggh! You dirty skank!!" Wade yelped as Logan had thrown the hot coffee he'd been holding into the merc's face and roughly shoved past him.

Naturally Wade recovered quickly as he tore after his roommate, even more amped than before to make him pay.

"Awww come back Wolviiiiie! I just want to talk!"

"Just fuck off! If you even try, I'll cut your damn head off" Logan shouted in trepidation, picking up a crudely put together Ikea end table and launching it at Wade with the merc easily dodging it as it smashed against the wall.

"It will be all worth it, babygirl. I couldn't think of a more desirable death if I tried," Wade grinned and in his pursuit his robe had come undone, revealing that he was wearing nothing but his My Little Pony boxers underneath as Logan grimaced once he noticed.

"Are you kidding me?! Gross! Do not fuckin' come near me dressed like that! You hear me?!" Logan warned him, jumping over the couch to escape with Wade hot on his tail.

"What in the shit is going on out here?!" Althea yelled as she opened the bedroom door to walk out into the living room where the chaos was ongoing, "Stupid sons of bitches can't even let an old woman sleep-in just one motherfucking day?" 

As they ran past her, Wade tripped and fell to the floor before scrambling back to his feet to continue the chase.

"Sorry Al! But I've got me a Wolverine to tickle the crap out of!"

"I should've never given you caffeine and sugar this early in the morning!" Logan cursed as he circled back around, looking for cover and running to stand behind the smaller, elderly woman.

"Althea! Call him off!" He pleaded while he used her temporarily as a shield between him and Wade for a few short-lived moments before he had to abandon her and make another break for it.

"Wade Wilson you stop picking on that poor boy!" She yelled after them as Wade only scoffed in amusement.

"Ha! Boy?! He's more ancient than your old ass!"

Althea just sighed loudly with a shake of her head as she turned to start shuffling back into her room.

"Well....time to turn down the old hearing aids," she muttered as she fiddled with the devices in her ears, "You two assholes break anything else in this apartment and you're going to have to deal with me!"

Logan paused as he saw she was abandoning him to his fate with the ADHD-riddled man and called after her.

"AL WAIT!! Let me come with you!" But the door slammed shut behind her without another word.

Unfortunately, his lack of attention to his would-be assailant proved costly as Wade was now able to make his move and easily tackled Logan to the floor. He quickly mounted him to sit on his legs in order to keep them out of the way.

"For the record, you can cum with me anytime you want. But let's save the fantasies for later, you naughty boy. Now time to get to the point of why these readers are all here," Wade teased as Logan fought and pushed against him, trying to hold him back.

"Wade get the fuck off me! You're practically naked for fucks sake!" He grimaced when he felt something hard press against his leg, "GOD that had better be a gun in your underwear!"

Wade glanced down at his lack of attire, reaching casually inside his boxer shorts and pulling out one of his golden Desert Eagles.

"Of course it is, silly! Always gotta be prepared for anything, you know. Not particularly needed in this situation though," he tossed it over his shoulder as he continued to struggle with his friend, who grabbed a hold of his arms to keep him at bay.

"Dammit, Wade! This is-Grrrrr! Get your hands offa me!"

"But I haven't touched you yet. You're the one putting your hands on me. So if you insist on being accurate...," Wade slipped an arm free as his hand dove straight for Logan's side to begin viciously squeezing his lower ribs, making the man jerk under him as he ground his teeth together.

"Don't! Rrrrrrgh-Stop!"

"Don't stop, you say? I hadn't planned too, but glad we're on the same page here!"

Logan's grip started to weaken its hold on Wade's other arm with him now being able to easily pull free as his fingers buried themselves into the opposite side. Logan grunted and attempted to hold in all the sounds threatening to come out as he writhed and tried to push Wade off of him.

"I didn't mean thahat! Ahaha! Waitwait! D-Don't do this to mehehehee!"

He was quickly starting to lose the battle as the giggles began to overwhelm him and a wide smile stretched itself across his face. Wade could smell the blood in the water at this point and wasn't letting up for nothing, dying to see exactly how far he'd be able to run with this.

"How come? I'm gonna need a pretty good fucking reason. Is it because you're actually a lot more ticklish than you claimed? And if that's true then that means...," Wade gasped dramatically, "....you LIED to me?!" 

He roughly massaged his thumbs on the sensitive sides of his waist as Logan broke into convulsions and finally bellowed out in thunderous laughter.

"Hahahaha! No!! No no stahahahahaap! Thahahaat tickles!" His head thrashed around as he laughed and bucked in response to the merciless tickles vibrating into his sides. He futilely tried to curl up with his arms, but with Wade sitting on his legs it still left him plenty exposed.

"Duh! It's supposed to, genius! Besides you asked for this Mr. 'I-can-resist-any-torture-you-can-think-of'. Not so confident about that now, are you?" Wade grinned big time as his fingers worked their way back up his victim's ribs, making Logan's arms clamp down uselessly while his body jerked from side to side.

"It's cheheeheeheeatin'! Hehehehehaahaa! T-Ticklin' ain't fahahahaair, you ahahahasshole!"

He was slowly coming around since moving into the apartment, so it was still pretty rare to see Logan laugh this much, but Wade absolutely loved when he did. His whole reserved appearance, including his posture, completely transformed, and it was his entire face that lit up and displayed his smile.

Wade wasn't too keen to let that slip through his fingers any time soon.

"Meh, fair is subjective. Besides I was only like 33.726894% sure that this would even work on you. I've never been a gambling man, but I'm sure glad I took a chance on this because good Lord, you literally have the cutest laugh! Now perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me, where's your most ticklish spot?!"

Logan had not been tickled in a very, very long time and had completely forgotten what it had felt like. Actually, he had forgotten what a lot of non-violent physical contact felt like until he had met Wade Wilson, who was way more affectionate towards him than what he'd been used to over the past several years.

That uncertainty about what it felt like to be tickled initially had him concerned about Wade's prospective threat to do so, but at the present time he now realized that it wasn't as bad as he had thought it would be.

The heightened senses derived from his mutation had resulted in him being incredibly ticklish, and while he had thought it to be a nuisance in his earlier days, he was able to see the benefit of it helping to bond with those he had found himself close to. The other X-men in particular were big time offenders once they found out.

He was never one to laugh freely or even smile all that much, so his teammates were happy to find such a simple way to get that all out of him. And it always felt nice for the laughter to release some of the tension he carried around with him no matter how much he might resist it at first.

It had mainly been his sardonic attitude or defiance that would land him in trouble with the other X-men, and he remembered how he used to egg on and taunt whoever on his team got up the nerve to really tickle him like this.

Only after they were gone had he finally accepted the fact that the X-men were his family and the feelings from those happier times all started to come back to him now. Along with the guilt of having taken all of that for granted.

With Wade currently tickling him he found it was actually a comforting feeling to relive those fleeting moments that he'd had with his old team. And even though it was such a torturous assault on his hyper nerves it didn't really bother him as much as he might have tried to make it seem.

And he wasn't going to let Wade totally dominate the situation as he didn't hesitate to play the tenacious victim.

"Fuhuhuhuck yoooou! Gaahahahahaa! I-heeheehee-wohohon't talk!" Logan spewed out between cackles as a particularly sensitive spot was being probed on his upper ribs just below his armpits.

Wade reeled back a little, feeling more than surprised by his response. He'd thought by this point that Logan would be saying anything to get himself out of this, but it filled him with unrivaled glee to see that he was going to make this a lot more fun than he had originally thought.

"Woah, what the shit is this?! So the Wolverine isn't just going to roll over and take it? Whoooeee! I love it! So not gonna talk, are you? You know I was considering mercy a moment ago, but I don't think you really deserve it. Not to mention you said mean things to me and burnt my beautiful face with that coffee! My modeling career is over before it even started!"

"And-Ahahahand I'd doohooo it agahahahain, fuhuhucker!"

"Holy shit, you cocky little bitch. I guess you really don't want me to stop, huh?"

"I-I do! Hahaahaahaahah! Juhuhust fuhuhuhuck you is ahahahahall! Now gehehet offa meheheheeh!" He kicked his legs about restlessly underneath Wade as he tried to wriggle free.

"Hold your perfect titties there, mister. I still want to know where you're the most ticklish, for future reference. So where is it? Is it....HERE?" Wade stuffed his hands up into Logan's armpits where his fingers spidered around like crazy, making Logan throw his head back and let out a high-pitched squeal of a laugh.

"Aaaheeheeheehee! Th-thaahaat ain't ihihihit! Ohohohahahahahahaa! Buhuhut still...," he paused to wheeze for air, laughing in silence for a few moments while knocking his head back against the floor, "Geh-Gehehet the fuhuhuck outta thehehehere!"

Logan thrashed like a beached fish, trying to squeeze the tormenting fingers out from under his arms but Wade only burrowed in deeper to guarantee the torture would not relent.

"No can do, compadre! I'm gonna find your worst spot if I have to tickle you all day! Don't think that I won't!"

Knowing that really Wade could locate the hot spot at any given moment with how accessible it was Logan decided to swallow his pride and tried to bargain with him.

"If I t-tehehell you-aahahhaha wihihill ya stohahahahop?!"

He was optimistic, but Wade shut that shit down immediately.

"Um NO! Actually, FUCK NO! Once you tell me I'm going to tickle the absolute shit out of you there! So I'm letting you know right now that once I figure it out then you are in big trouble!" He emphasized his last word with a firm jab to Logan's stomach, eliciting a startled squeal from the man beneath him.

Wade instantly stopped tickling him as they locked in eye contact, watching as Logan's pupils quickly began to dilate in panic within his hazel eyes.

"You've got to be shitting me.....Is it really that obvious? You're telling me that this exquisite cobblestone pathway carved into your body is not only the sexiest, but it's also the most sensitive of all?" He smiled unnervingly as he very gently trailed his fingers down Logan's belly, making him twitch violently under him from that action alone.

"Eeheehee-Easy Wade.....Lets b-be reasonable here..."

Logan knew he had to act fast to get out of this. He could hold up against being tickled anywhere else, but an attack on his stomach pretty much guaranteed his downfall.

While Wade was momentarily distracted by the marvel of his discovery Logan took the opportunity to buck his hips as hard as he could to throw the mercenary off of him.

"HEY!" Wade hit the floor before immediately looking up to see Logan attempting to make his escape, "Oh no you don't, you sneaky bastard! I'm not through with you yet!"

Logan tried to scramble away on all fours to get some distance between him and Wade, but the other man was quick to grab his ankle as he dragged him back over with Logan shaking his head and pleading for lenience.

"No no no! For fucks sake! Wade please! Dohohon't you dare!" He was giggling already in anticipation as Wade pulled him close and then crawled on top to pin him again, grinning at the subdued state he was in.

Wade thought back to all the times he had fawned over his often-shirtless friend and made countless attempts to feel up his very pronounced abdominal muscles only to receive a harsh punch along with a threat to keep his hands to himself. But he now realized it wasn't because Logan was being stingy and not wanting to be touched in general, it was because he was trying to hide the fact that his stomach was so unbearably ticklish.

"I've never seen you so giggly like this Logan. It's positively adorable. But tell you what, I'll give you a chance to save yourself if you apologize for being such an ass to me this morning. And I want to hear some sincerity in there or else your tummy is going to get it," Wade waved his fingers in Logan's face as the feral nodded without hesitation.

"Okay okay fine, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I referred to you as an eternal punishment. And that I implied you had no rational thought whatsoever in your head."

"And.....?" Wade lightly rested his fingers onto Logan's stomach as a threat, pleased to see how it made him dissolve into giggles again.

"Aahaahaand I'm s-sorry I buhuhurned your face-Aaahee!" he yelped as the fingers dug in ever so slightly.

"My beautiful face!" Wade corrected with a smirk of victory.

"Okaahaay! Your beautiful faahaace with the coffeeheeheehee," Logan sputtered out the best that he could, grateful when Wade lifted his hand away from the hyper ticklish zone.

"Well thanks for that, pal. See? That wasn't so difficult, was it? I knew deep down you had a little humility in there," Wade tweaked his sideburn and tickled down his neck as Logan wiggled his head away from the touch before meeting his gaze with a defiant twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh yeah, one more thing I oughta mention. I'm also sorry that you are without a doubt, one hundred percent the most annoying, blabbering, dimwitted, lousy excuse for a comedian to ever exist. And I'm sorry I lied about being sorry for everything because the truth is I will never, ever be truly sorRYEEHeeHEeehEEhEE!!"

Logan had tried to prep himself but still couldn't stop from breaking into wild, squealing laughter once Wade's hands descended upon his stomach with lightning speed; his fingers scribbling like crazy all over the hidden muscles beneath his thin t-shirt. Wade just beamed down at him, not taking anything that was said to heart and so glad that Logan had given him the excuse to carry on.

"Whelp. I guess this is how it all ends for you. Tickled to death isn't exactly how most people would have expected the legendary Wolverine to go, but I'll make sure to sing the story of your menial demise," he wasn't holding back since Logan had practically asked for this as he mercilessly tickled the helplessly squirming man beneath him.

"Ihihihihit wahahas wo-wohohohorth ihihihit! Aaahahahafuhuhuhuhuck! Nohohot thehehere! Stahahahahahap-Snnnrk!" Logan's face was already bright red from his ears down to his neck as he laughed uncontrollably with that last sound that came out of him immediately catching Wade's attention.

"What in the-? What the fuck was that?" A quirky smile began to spread over Wade's face as he haphazardly dug his fingers into Logan's abs, eager to duplicate what had just occurred., "Was that a snort?"

Wade already had him in tears as Logan adamantly shook his head, instantly being disproven as another snort rang out of his scrunched-up nose.

"Snnrk! N-No! Yohohohou're hehehehehearin' thihihihings!"

Wade had heard Logan snort before. Many times, as a matter of fact, but he always thought it was something that Logan forced to emphasize his aversion to whatever Wade was currently talking about. Wade was positively enamored to know now that it was all just part of his genuine laugh.

"Are you sure about that? Are you sure you're not just a cute little giggly, snorty Wolverine? Because I think that's exactly what you are."

"Shuhuhut uhuhuhup! Ya-Snnnrk-dihihihick!" Logan felt his face flush even more with Wade teasing him in such a childish manner, too weakened by his laughter to be able to push the hyper man's hands away from his body.

As his fingers rippled into the solid tummy Wade grew more and more amused by this whole situation. He would have never been able to picture Logan in this helpless of a state if he hadn't seen it for himself and when you added in his constant snorting between his laughs it just pushed everything straight into a fantasy realm.

But it was all happening for real. And the more Logan snorted, the more Wade himself began to laugh.

"Wh-Whahat's the matter? Hehehe, the all-mighty anchor-being can be destrohohoyed by mere tickles? Oh, this universe is f-fuhuucked now," Wade giggled, trying to keep his focus and observing how Logan's t-shirt had slid up his stomach a bit. He pushed it up even further so now his hands were scratching at hairy, bare skin as Logan screamed and thrashed helplessly underneath him.

"Naaahahahahahaha! I-I nehehehever-Snnnrk-ahahahasked for-Snnrk-the johohohob! Snnnnrk!" Logan was losing control and unable to stop the snorting now as he would desperately try to get a breath in through his chaotic laughter.

"Are-Are yoohoou just gohohoing to keep doing thahaat?! Snorting lihihike a little pihihiggy?!" Wade was starting to lose it himself.

"Snnnrk! Kihihiss my ahaahaahaass-Snnnnrk!!"

"I'd love too-heeheeheh! Ohohor I could dohoo THIS!" Wade's hands slid down as he targeted the ever so tempting V-line muscles on the Wolverine's lower belly and once he dug into the highly ticklish flesh Logan just about lost his mind in hysterics.

"BAAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOONO! SNNNRK! OKAAHAAHAAY! YA WIHIHIHIN! AAAHAHAHAAH-SNNNNRK! MEHEHEHRCY! I'M-SNNRK-I'M SOHOHOHORRY!" Logan squealed and snorted as he regained a burst of energy and jolted around violently like he was being shocked with a cattle prod.

It had proven all too much for Wade to stay composed as he broke into uncontrollable laughter, unable to keep tickling Logan any longer as he sat back and just got lost in his own laughing fit.

Logan lay under him, now motionless and wheezing as he gasped to take in some big breaths to refill his depleted lungs. When he finally came to his senses, he found Wade was still laughing hysterically, prompting Logan to roll his eyes and shove the merc off of him so he could sit up.

Wade hardly seemed to notice as he fell to the floor, holding his sides while tears ran down his cheeks.

"What?" Logan stared over at him with a brow raised in confused annoyance.

"Th-The snohohohorts! Haahahahahah! Oh fuhuhuhuck, the snohohohohohorts!" Wade struggled to spit out as Logan now began to frown once he realized that Wade was laughing at him.

"It's not that funny, asshole," he growled, starting to feel insecure and regretting that he'd let his guard down so much. With no end to Wade's laughter in sight Logan went to stand up but was stopped as Wade leapt forward to grab onto him as he finally got under control to speak again.

"I'm-I'm sorry I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you embarrassed! Sometimes my brain just processes my emotions in ways I can't control so please don't take it the wrong way. I just got so happy and excited when I saw that snorting is part of your natural laugh. I LOVE it!"

"You're not just saying that shit?" Logan asked, still feeling unsure, though Wade looked absolutely horrified that he had even asked that.

"NO, I'm not just saying that! I'm sorry I'm an idiot and made you self-conscious about it. It's literally the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen! You believe me, right?" He looked hopefully at the other man who simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Sure. Whatever."

Logan did in fact believe him. Wade was usually pretty upfront when talking about things like this so he had no real reason to think that he was simply trying to spare his feelings.

Wade however, took his short, blunt answer as rejection as he wailed and threw his arms around Logan's waist to cling to him tightly.

"Noooo don't shut down on me! Please forgive me, Peanut! Pleeeeeease!"

Logan sighed heavily at how overdramatic Wade could be.

"Calm down, will ya? When I said 'whatever' I meant it's okay. You're fine. Now get off and stop groveling," he pried Wade's arms from around him as the merc then flopped onto his stomach, resting his chin on his hands and kicking his feet in the air.

"I'm not kidding, I could listen to your laughing snorts all day and it would never get old," he stared up at his roommate adoringly, "Sorry if I went a little overboard on you though." 

"You call that a little overboard?" Logan's eyebrow crawled up his forehead as Wade's mouth dropped at the implication that he was responsible for everything.

"Hey, wait a fucking minute here, don't put this all on me. You were asking for it with all that shit you were talking, which was....well, surprising. I'd assumed you never got tickled much in your life, but you seemed pretty familiar with it," he sat up and finally retied his robe closed around him.

Logan smiled slightly as he started to wander inside his head.

"It was another lifetime ago, but yeah. My old team used to tickle me sometimes. Been so long that honestly, I was pretty nervous about you trying it."

"Ah shit, I really am an asshole," Wade felt a tang of guilt in his chest, knowing the X-men were still a very sore spot for Logan, "I didn't know. I'm sorry."

Confusion set over Logan's face.

"What for?"

"You know, for bringing up old memories you had with them. Don't worry, I won't do it again. I hope it didn't upset you too much."

Logan's puzzled expression then changed with a soft smile slowly breaking out.

"Wade ya got it all wrong. I'd have literally killed just to share in such mundane moments like that with them again. So once ya started tickling me it just, I don't know....made me think of those good times and...," he stopped as he looked away with a shake of his head, "Ah never mind, it's stupid."

"No no, it's not. Please keep going," Wade encouraged, scooting closer to indicate to Logan that he had his full attention.

"All I'm sayin' is that ya didn't upset me one bit. The opposite, in fact. That whole torture fest that you just put me through made me feel like I was with them again. I haven't felt that close to them ever since they were taken from me. And, well, what I'm trying to say is is that I felt.....happy."

Wade could feel his heart swelling up in his chest as Logan revealed all of this information to him. He instantly felt a lot better knowing that he hadn't caused his friend any mental anguish.

"That's such a big relief. You never seem to want to talk about them much, so I try to avoid making you think about them. The last thing I want to do is make you depressed."

"I know, but I've decided that's not what I should be doing. They don't deserve to not be openly remembered. Hell, I never want to forget anything about 'em."

Wade nodded in quiet understanding before Logan's eyes brightened up, reaching back into his mind.

"Kurt was the worst. He used to always get me bad. Really bad. Teleportation and a prehensile tail? It was always over for me before it even started. Heh, that fucker. Shit, even Jean and Scott would gang up on me once in a while. I tell ya, telekinesis is the ultimate cheat. And Rogue....she loved physical contact so you can guess that tickle fights were one of her favorite things. And I'd let her win once in a while....at least that's what I told myself, hmph."

Wade had never really heard Logan talk about his teammates before. It made him overjoyed to see he was starting to move forward in the right direction towards making peace with himself as Wade listened in silence to everything Logan said before finding his voice again.

"They sound like my kind of people. I think Nightcrawler and I would have made a formidable team-up against you," he playfully nudged Logan's shoulder as the X-man's smile grew from his mind manifesting an image of his old friend.

"Heh, Kurt. Yeah, he was something else. His goal was always trying to get me to snort too. He used to do those.....whaddya call that shit....raspberries. Right on my stomach. Just about damn near killed me," Logan chuckled and shook his head with a faint shiver running up his back; almost able to feel the sensation again as he thought about it.

Wade smirked as he rubbed his chin in thought like a supervillain.

"Ohhh reeeeeally....raspberries, huh? Well that sounds like it could be really fun. Remind me about it the next time I decide to tickle the shit out of you, kay?" Wade reached over and wiggled fingers into Logan's stomach, making him bust out a laugh before shoving the hand away.

"No fucking way. It's pure torture. Ya better not even think about it," he growled, but his words did not sound nearly as serious as he wanted Wade to believe. Of course, the other man picked up on that immediately but continued to play along.

"How can you expect me not to? I've never seen such ticklish abs. But okay. I'll think about not doing it, but no promises. So I suppose that means belly rubs are off the table too?"

Logan laughed again as he looked over at Wade.

"It's funny you say that because Jean and 'Ro used to give me belly rubs, thinking it would relax me, but it always just made me ticklish. I think that's partly why they liked doin' it, but regardless I never tried to stop them. Hell, sometimes I'd even ask for it. As much as it tickled it did feel pretty good."

"Well, I know I'm not nearly as hot as those X-women, but I'll always be here to give you all the belly rubs you could ever want," Wade chuckled, expecting Logan to roll his eyes and vehemently decline his offer, but instead a rare, warm smile broke onto the Wolverine's face.

"Really? You'd do that?"

"Are you kidding? Of course I would! You want one now?"

Logan shook his head as he got to his feet.

"Eh, maybe later. How about ya get your ass dressed first and we'll go out for a beer?"

Wade just stared back at him with both brows raised while he stood up as well.

"......It's 8:30 in the morning, Logan."

"Hey, breakfast beer is a thing, alright? Least it was in my universe. Kurt was always down to go with me so if ya want to.....it would mean a lot," a true, genuine smile was on Logan's face as he looked hopefully to his roommate.

Wade couldn't say no even if he actually wanted to. Logan was finally letting him into that side of his life, and he was not going to deny him. It felt like a new beginning. So he sidled up next to him and grinned broadly, putting an arm around the wide shoulders.

"Alright ya big lug, you talked me into it. Just give me a minute and then we'll go get fucked up."

Logan bolted upright with eyes wide in a panic and sweat glistening all over his body as the haunting screams followed him out of his dream. His emotions were high, disorienting him and he was unable to place exactly where he was at the moment. His vision was hazy, and he just couldn't focus on anything around him, currently trapped between reality and the dream world he'd just escaped.

He then felt a touch land on his shoulder as he instantly popped his claws in a knee-jerk reaction and turned to swipe at what had made contact with him. A loud yelp from the offender followed by a few curse words started to bring Logan out of his trance as he heard familiarity in the voice, calming him.

As his eyes finally cleared and he regained his sensibility he found Deadpool standing there, holding onto his bloody stump of an arm where a hand used to be. That appeared to be the least of the man's worries though as he just looked back at Logan with thoughtful concern.

"Easy Logan. Deep breath now. It's just me," he spoke softly as to try to get his roommate to relax. A light returned to his eyes as Logan finally seemed to recognize him, though there was confusion all over his face.

"Wade?" He now looked around himself again and saw that he was in Wade's apartment, sitting on his pull-out bed from the couch. The same place he'd been sleeping for several months now. Safe and sound.

The sun had set hours ago, but he could see make out the snow that was quietly falling outside the nearby window. Beside that was the Christmas tree that Wade had dragged him into the woods to cut down and then persuaded to help him decorate; the colored bulbs dimly lighting up that side of the room.

Only once the smell of blood hit his nostrils had Logan realized what he'd done; his formerly terrified face transforming into shame and guilt as he retracted his claws and turned his attention back to his friend.

"Wade, fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-," he started trying to piece together an apology, but Wade only hushed him with the wave of his still existing hand.

"Hey hey, don't worry about it," he then bent over to retrieve his dismembered hand before placing it back onto the end of his arm as his skin quickly began to knit itself back together, "No harm, no foul. See? Good as new."

He smiled as he now wiggled his working fingers in the air, but Logan didn't smile back.

"I don't like doing that," he looked down and gingerly rubbed the knuckles on the back of his hand where the claws had been out moments ago.

"Ah, it's okay. You couldn't kill me if you tried and boy did you try when we first met," Wade chuckled, trying to lighten the mood as he sat down on the bed beside him with Logan now averting his gaze back up.

"That's not me anymore, Wade. Hurting people that I care about is the last thing I ever want to do," he allowed himself to lean into the other man as arms were wrapped around him.

"I know you don't, big guy, but it was an accident and I'm one hundred percent okay. Please don't beat yourself up about it. Besides, tomorrow is Christmas, and this year is extra special because Santa brought me the best gift of all......my new best friend," Wade smiled and fondly nuzzled against Logan's neck, finally getting the man to crack the start of a smile.

Logan remembered where he had spent the last Christmas, waking up in a dirty alleyway from another night of drinking himself into blacked-out unconsciousness. With no one in his universe wanting anything to do with him, not caring if he was alive or dead, though most wished for the latter.

And now in the blink of an eye, all of that had changed. It had taken him a while to get used to how physically affectionate Wade was with him, but now it was something he craved. And the fact that anyone was willing to invest that kind of effort into someone like him was more than humbling.

"I'll never know what you saw in me. A pathetic, drunk, empty shell of a man with no hope of ever finding happiness again......the worst Wolverine of them all. I was ready to die. Hell, I'd tried plenty of times."

"Well, you wouldn't be who you were if you weren't those things though. And that's not all that you are, and you've let me see that other side of you, no matter how much you tried to keep it hidden. There is compassion inside of you, and you give your loyalty and devotion to those that have earned it. You may resist it, but in the end you always end up doing what you feel is right, like how you took that stand with all of us at Cassandra Nova's fortress. And then with me at Paradox's. None of us would be here today if you truly didn't care," Wade explained while Logan quietly listened before giving a tired sigh.

"Yeah well I've got a lot of making up to do for what I've done. Saving a timeline from going out of existence seemed like a good start," he trailed off as a despondent look came over his face. Wade knew the topic of the X-men was still a fresh wound in his heart.

"I know I can't speak for them, but I've no doubt that they would be proud of you and everything that you did here. Not just anyone could have done what you did. You were willing to give your life to protect my family and friends, people you didn't even know. That's elite hero status in any book."

"I accept the fact that my past was necessary to set me on course to helping you and everyone in this universe, but I'm gonna carry the regret of losing them for the rest of my life. Ya know I just really....miss them. And I wish I would've let them know in person what they meant to me instead of always bein' a selfish bastard.....acting like they were only a second thought," Logan hid his face in his palm, trying to contain his vulnerability.

"You think they didn't know, but believe me, they did. I know there had to have been plenty of ways you showed it, even if you didn't realize it. If you really were as bad as you think you were then why didn't they kick you to the curb? Why did they let you stay? It's because they loved you and they know you loved them back. Even an idiot like me is capable of seeing that," he felt Logan's body stiffen against him as he made a choking noise in an attempt to hold back his tears.

Wade tightened his embrace around him as he slowly rubbed his back.

"I really meant it when I said you were the best Wolverine. I'll never be able to fully express how grateful I am for what you've done, but I promise I'm going to spend the rest of my existence making sure that you know that you matter. I've got my own regrets in life too but meeting you will never be one of them. So thanks for making it easy by passing out at that bar so I could drag you along into my fucked-up life."

Logan let out a soft wheeze of a laugh, putting his own arm around Wade to squeeze his shoulder while his other hand wiped at his eyes.

"Well, mine couldn't get any worse. But you know I would've never gone with your stupid ass if I was sober. Can't believe you thought pointin' a gun at my head would actually persuade me to go with you," they released each other as Wade shrugged his shoulders at Logan's last comment.

"I mean I'd met a plethora of other Wolverines at that point, and I don't know, maybe you could have been one that didn't have a metal plate in your thick head," Wade playfully poked him in the forehead as Logan leaned away and smiled.

"I get it. Gotta be at least one version out there like that. Disappointed in what ya got?"

"Of course not, don't be crazy now. That's my department. Like I said I got the best of the best. The greatest part of it all being that you actually like me."

Logan smirked at that.

"In small doses. But bein' that it's Christmas I'll let you think otherwise," he rubbed both hands over his tired, bloodshot eyes.

"You're too good to me, Wolvie. Santa really did deliver this Christmas. What did you ask him for?"

"Don't tell me you still believe in Santa Claus at your age," Logan scoffed as he laid back down onto his pillow while Wade's eyes widened in shock and offense.

"What do you mean? He's totally real. He's actually a mutant too and one of the most powerful in existence. The man is omega level status, and he sees everything. Sees you when you're sleeping, knows when you're awake......you know the song."

"Sounds creepy."

"Well it's not. I promise you I'm not making any of this up. He's real. So just humor me and tell me what you would wish him for," Wade looked down at him expectantly as Logan thought it over for a moment.

"A good night's sleep....inner peace....Is that too much to want?" Logan sighed and shut his eyes with sleep far from finding him, "Might be too tall of an order for him to fulfill."

"I don't think so. I think that if you believe enough then he will come through in some way."

"I'm willing to try anything at this point so I'll give it a shot," the X-man nodded. His insomnia always kicked in extra hard once he would wake from a nightmare; his brain replaying the horrible scenes of his past on an endless loop.

"Any way I can help? If there's anything I'll do it, no question," Wade offered, wanting nothing more than for his friend to feel tranquil, but Logan only groaned.

"I don't think there's anything ya can do. The voices just get extra loud sometimes and I can't turn them off. So unless ya know a way to shut them up then I don't think there's any chance I'll get proper sleep."

Wade felt a little helpless as he honestly did not know what to do. They had tried many things before to try to help Logan sleep; white noise, hot tea, a relaxing bath, nothing seemed to work particularly well.

As he stared down at the shirtless man, he wracked his brain trying to get a solid idea in there. And suddenly he had one. He wasn't sure what made the idea come to his head considering the mood that Logan was in, but he just had a really strong feeling that it was going to work

"You know what, I do. I know exactly how to get your mind turned off and get you completely exhausted in the process," Wade smiled broadly as Logan seemed to perk up at that, though his eyes remained shut.

"Ya do, huh? Well enlighten me then, what is this miracle method ya speak of?"

Wade let his actions do the talking for him as he grinned and placed his hand on the other man's stomach. As his fingers began gently stroking the sensitive skin Logan was unable to stop his reactions as the giggles manifested and he begin to squirm a bit.

"Heheheh-Fuhuhuck Wade, ya serious? Your bihihig idea is to t-tickle meheehee?" Logan finally opened his eyes to look up at the merc in confusion, though he didn't try to stop him as his hands remained resting on his chest. Wade just nodded as he smiled.

"Trust me, this is a foolproof plan."

"You're a foohoohoohool. Now cuhuhut it out," he half-heartedly demanded between snorting snickers, but Wade's fingers continued lightly exploring his stomach.

"I promise you, this is going to work. We're going to fill your head so full of endorphins that you won't have room for anything else."

Seeing not much protest from Logan invited him to put his other hand onto the muscular belly while ten lithe fingers now softly teased and tickled him.

"I-I dohohohon't know-eehehehehe. Seeheeheems a bihihit of a strehehetch," he giggled, not knowing what to think about this. 

Normally when Wade tickled him the attack would be brutally merciless, and Logan would be in full-blown hysterics and fighting with everything he had to get away. But this was different. It was gentle.....and borderline soothing in a weird way.

"You have any better ideas? Didn't think so. Now you just lay there and relax and let me do all the work," Wade instructed as his hands fanned out to his waist, slowly but firmly tickling up his sides.

"I'm sss-supposed to juhuhuhust sihihit here and let ya tohohohorture me?" Logan shook his head, still in disbelief that this was really happening. That he was letting it happen.

"Torture? Please. I know you love being tickled," Wade grinned, digging a little harder into his ribs and making Logan's arms clamp down tighter against his sides.

"Hahahahah-Delusional bahaahaastard," Logan chuckled and squirmed with his arms crossed over his chest, digging his heels into the bed as he tried to bear the playful groping. 

He definitely didn't love being tickled, but being honest, he didn't hate it either. It was just one of the many things he'd had to get used to with being around Wade, who always seemed to glow with pride every time he managed to get a smile on Logan's face. The gleeful look that came over Wade when he had found out that Logan was ticklish was something he'd never forget.

Wade finally made it up his sides to where Logan's arms were as his hands repeatedly bumped against them, trying to get underneath to continue towards his armpits.

"C'mon, let me in. Put your arms up," he kept up with the determined nudges as Logan vigorously shook his head and laughed with a nervous edge to it.

"Wade nohohoho, I can't. I'm-ehehehehehe too ticklish thehehere."

"You gotta do it. We need to step this up a notch. You want to get some sleep, don't you?" Wade gave a smirk as Logan reluctantly nodded after a moment, "Well then open up, buddy."

Very hesitantly, Logan began to lift his arms away from his body and once there was sufficient room Wade's fingers finished crawling up until they were wiggling full bore into his sensitive armpits. Logan broke into hard laughter as he arched his back and attempted to keep his arms out of the way.

But that only lasted mere seconds and soon his arms had slammed back down onto Wade's hands, except it wasn't stopping him.

"Shihihihiiit! Aahahahahahaha!" Logan wheezed for air from how intense the sensations were, rolling around from side to side with Wade's hands tickling away under his arms, "Thihihihihis is fuhuhuckin' stuhuhuhupid!"

"No it isn't. Usually you're pretty awake when I get you and even during those times I've noticed it makes you more mellow and relaxed. With you being sleep-deprived you're already weakened so get ready for the I-told-you-so once I tickle you into a blissful slumber," Wade declared proudly, knowing it was necessary for the tickling to get more intense if his plan was going to be effective.

"We'll seeheeheeheee! Buhuhut c'mohohohon! We-We're gohohohonna wahaahaahaake Altheahahahahahah!" Logan put his hands over his mouth to try to smother his laughter, but even with his warning Wade didn't let up one millimeter.

"She's all good. I got her some nice earmuffs to sleep with so she doesn't have to deal with my snoring anymore. So I'm sorry to break this to you, but there's no one coming to save you. You're all mine, my precious little Logie," Wade loved to tease him as it always seemed to make Logan feel more helpless, which would increase the giddiness he felt even more.

His laughter accompanied by his never-far-behind snorts easily spilled out through the cracks between his fingers though it was covering up his smile, which Wade found to be unacceptable.

"Hey, it's not as fun if I can't see your face. Move your hands out of the way."

"St-Stohahahap tihihicklin' me ahahaahand I wihihihill!" Logan stubbornly proposed with the response muffled by his hands.

"Cheeky little bugger, aren'tcha?" Wade drawled with his best Australian accent, tickling more furiously under his arms as Logan leaned his head back and howled but still kept his hands in place, "Move it, or lose it, bub. And trust me, I know how to make you really lose it."

The Wolverine shook his head as eyes widened in flustered worry. He knew exactly what Wade meant by that, but he was still too hardheaded to remove his hands and could only try to appeal to his goodwill.

"Nohohohohooo Waahaade! Pleheheeheease dohohohon't!"

Wade grinned bigger as he pretended to look at an invisible watch on his wrist.

"Time's up. And I'm sorry to break this to you, but you're not going to find the word 'mercy' in 'mercenary'."

"Yehehehes I cahaahaahaan!" Logan argued while Wade squinted his eyes as he thought it over for a moment before cursing himself.

"Dammit, you're right. Well spelling was never my strong suit anyways. But I am pretty good at this...."

With that he yanked his hands out from Logan's armpits and dug them straight into his belly as Logan squealed and his own hands came flying down to try to stop him. Wade had been right though. His lack of sleep had him far too weak to be able to effectively fight the other man off.

"Aaaheeheeheehehehehee! Waahaahaahaait! Okaahaahahahay! Loohoohoook! I mohoohoohooved 'em!" Logan made a last effort and drew in his knees to try to curl up and guard his stomach, but Wade was already in prime position to not be bothered.

He was positively delighted at now being able to see his friend's infectious smile.

"Ah, one minor detail I'm afraid. I forgot to mention that even if you moved them it was still inevitable that your irresistible tummy was in my crosshairs. But don't focus on that, just keep trusting the process," Wade assured as his fingers scribbled furiously all over Wolverine's remarkably ticklish abdominals.

"I caahaahaahaan't! Baahaahahahahaha! Pleeheeheeheheease Waahaahaahaade! Lehehehet's fohohohor-forgehehehehet thihihis whole thihihihiiiing!" Logan tossed his head around as he laughed hysterically with tears appearing in his eyes while his weary body feebly thrashed in reaction from the relentless tickles.

"Just hang on a little longer, buddy. We're almost there," he gazed down at Logan's laughing face, always amused at seeing how powerless he was during these moments, "Hehe, you know I'll never ever get over how cute it is that the big, bad Wolverine is so ticklish. Coochie coochie coo, Wolvie."

"Yoohoohooou ahahare suhuhuhuch-," Logan wheezed in another harsh squeal as Wade probed into his navel,"-suhuhuhuch an ahaahaahaasshole!"

"True. But I know you wouldn't have me any other way. Now it's time to put you to sleep, you cutie patootie...." 

Not that Logan would have been able to stop him if he tried, but Wade quickly leaned his face down and blew a big-breathed raspberry right into the center of his stomach. The sensation billowed out in a wave through his entire body that made Logan laugh so hard that not a sound emitted from his gaping mouth.

And then another blow came. And then another. And another. Wade was on a mission and knew his raspberry technique on Logan's unbearably ticklish stomach could always push the feral mutant over the edge into a mindless hysteria.

Which was exactly what he needed. To get out of his mind.

All Logan could focus on was the intense tickling that was unrelentingly tingling across his stomach, though his energy was completely sapped to do anything about it. He was far too exhausted from everything he'd endured that day as his body barely twitched now with each blow and the only noises that came out of him were crude gasps and the occasional desperate wheeze of a laugh.

He was too caught up in it all to notice that Wade had stopped tickling him entirely, though once he finally realized it he found that his eyes were quite content with remaining closed. His chest expanded and contracted rapidly as he tried to catch his breath, feeling his body slowly melting into the mattress in intense relaxation.

"No.....No more.....tickling....," he murmured from his lifeless form; his limbs feeling so weighted down that he couldn't even move them, though he had no desire to either way. His head felt fuzzy inside; the high feeling from laughing so much completely taking over and pushing out every other thought and feeling that had been there prior.

"You're right, honey badger. No more tickling. I think you've had just enough," Wade spoke softly in agreeance as he gently rubbed the man's chest to lull him further into his relaxed state. Logan only grunted as his head lolled over to the side, not even noticing when Wade pulled a blanket over him. Sleep was now imminent.

The last thing the X-man heard before he completely lost consciousness was Wade whispering into his ear.

"Merry Christmas, Peanut."

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Logan slowly blinked open his eyes to see the daylight coming in through the apartment windows. Though judging by the position of the sun he was very surprised to realize that it was almost mid-day.

Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth he rolled over from his stomach to sit up and almost jumped when he saw Althea sitting nearby in her over-stuffed armchair with Mary Puppins snuggled quietly asleep on her lap. The elderly woman seemed to come back to life once she was able to hear his movements.

"Awake at last. Thank fuck. Now I can finally breathe normal again," she exhaled exaggeratedly and shifted her position in her chair as the cushions squeaked and groaned in response.

"M'sorry," Logan muttered, rubbing his eyes to try to clear them fully, "But ya didn't need to put yourself out on account of me."

Mary heard his voice and woke up as she jumped down off of Althea's lap and up onto his bed, wearing an obnoxious looking Christmas sweater that Wade had undoubtedly put on her.

"Wade told me he would make my life even more miserable than he already has if I woke you up. That insufferable motherfucker has got me by the balls," she stood up out of her chair to stretch before beginning to hobble across the room to the kitchen.

"Well I appreciate it anyhow," Logan smirked at the blind woman's colorful use of vocabulary while he pet and scratched behind the small dog's ears with her cumbersome tongue flapping at his hands, "Who's a good girl? Yeah, you're pretty fuckin' cute, aren't ya?"

He leaned down to nuzzle the top of her head, chucking faintly as she happily licked at the side of his face.

"Came to see your favorite person, huh. Ya like me much better than your idiot papa Wade, don't you?"

"Well well well..."

Logan jumped, and pulled Mary close with a protective arm around her as his claws sprang out on his other hand, turning towards the voice. With a Santa cap on his head, Wade smirked as he placed a finger on the tip of one of the claws and gently pushed it away.

"I knew you liked her more than you pretended."

Logan let out his held breath and immediately retracted his claws.

"Fuck Wade, ya gotta stop sneaking up on me. It's not good for your health," he shook his head as he placed Puppins off to his side and onto the floor where she scampered off into the kitchen towards the smell of food.

"I like to live on the wild side. Keeps me young. Besides I know you'll learn to relax one day and realize that you're safe here. Little by little we're gonna get you there."

"Yeah, I know. Sorry, it's just programmed into me," Logan rubbed a hand over his face, wiping away the remnants of Mary's enthusiastic kisses.

"Don't be sorry. Like I said, we'll get you there. But enough about that, allow me to be the first to say....," Wade jumped onto the bed and wrapped Logan in an inescapable hug, planting a big kiss on the top of his head, "Mwwwaah! Merry Christmas, baby!"

Logan couldn't help but laugh as he passively fought to push Wade away from him.

"Ya moron! Get offa me!" He finally succeeded when Wade let go on his own will.

"Oh, you know you love me. C'mon Mr. Scrooge, I'm just trying to spread the Christmas spirit here," Wade poked his ribs a few times, causing Logan to squirm away with a grin.

"Take it easy, I get it. Don't worry, I think I've got the spirit."

"You think?" Wade raised his brow line skeptically as Logan shrugged and looked down at his hands.

"Well, I can't say for sure. Been a long time since I've even taken notice of any holidays. But in my head....all inside of me....I feel good. Like, really good," Logan's eyes glanced back up as he smiled humbly with his response making Wade's heart melt.

"I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that. It's all I really wanted this Christmas. For you to have a peaceful frame of mind and be happy."

It was Logan's turn to feel a twinge in his heart, not used to having someone around who cared about him so much.

"Wade I seriously haven't slept that good in......fuck...years. I don't know what to say," Logan was literally speechless, not knowing how to express how thankful he was. Literally no one had done anything with his best interest in mind for as long as he could remember.

"You don't need to say anything, Logan. But I do, and that would be I told you so," Wade grinned, making Logan spit out a chuckle.

"Yeah, I guess ya did, huh? Well, I got no argument against that."

"So I don't think I'd be too far off if I were to say that it sounds like you got exactly what you wished Santa for," Wade tilted his head as Logan considered that. 

It may not have been how he had expected it, but the end result was all the same. He was rested with any bad thoughts far from his mind, and above all he was happy.

"Hmph. Made a believer out of me. I guess Santa really is real."

"He sure is. And he has specifically instructed me that I am to help you get to sleep every night for the rest of your life," Wade nodded while Logan rolled his eyes and snorted.

"Yeah okay. Very funny, shithead."

"Did I stutter?" Wade asked bluntly as Logan sobered and studied his face, looking for even a hint of a bluff.

"Wade, ya can't possibly think that you're going to tickle me like that every night. That's just insane."

"Hmmm. Yeah, you're probably right," Wade seemed to be accepting reality, putting Logan at ease for the moment, "Not every night, just most nights."

"Stop it, that's not funny," Logan was trying to stay serious, but he was unable to hold back his smile. The Christmas spirit had really gotten him bad for the first time in a long time.

"And I'm totally down to help you out during the day too. In fact, you're looking a little tense right now. I think we should get you relaxed again. It is the season of giving after all."

Logan stared off against the smirking merc for a few moments before he made a move to get away, but Wade swiftly pounced and tackled him back onto the bed with fingers drilling into his sides. The Wolverine broke into spastic squirms as he hollered out in laughter, though having strength on his side this time he managed to shove his energetic roommate off of him.

He quickly tried to crawl away, but Wade was in full attack mode now, grabbing a hold of his leg and proceeding to scribble at the sole of his bare foot. Logan stumbled as he fell back down onto the bed with his deep cackles echoing around the room until his other foot kicked his assailant hard in the chest and made him let go.

In an instant, Logan found himself sprinting to safety as he ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him just as the mischievous merc was almost upon him. He quickly locked it as the doorknob jiggled aggressively from the other side before Wade calmly spoke to him through the door.

"Hey, just take your time, buddy. Whenever you're ready just come on out and we'll continue this. Consider it an extra Christmas gift. Ho ho ho!"

Logan shivered at the thought, deciding that he really did need to relax now with his nerves so jumpy. He figured a shower would help a little as he padded over on his wobblily legs and turned on the water.

As he waited for it to warm up, he turned his head to see his reflection in the large mirror hanging on the wall above the sink, walking towards it to get a better look. The first thing he noticed were that his cheeks were burnt in blush and his hair was looking more wild than usual from the tussle he'd just been in, but he saw something else. 

His eyes were different than how he remembered seeing them before; completely clear, not one red vein popping out and the bags underneath them having disappeared. There was a light in them now with a glint of hopefulness showing through, and the smile he broke into at seeing this just enhanced everything.

This was a man he didn't recognize. A man that had refused to show his face in a very long time. A man that now had accepted that not all was lost, and that things were going to get better. And it was all thanks to one obnoxious loudmouth of a mutant.

It always was the one you'd least suspect that could better your life, but here he was. Happy and living in peace. And he promised that he was never going to take that for granted.

Shutting off the water he now opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the open. He noticed the other man sitting on his bed with his legs crossed and staring at his phone, though he looked up when he heard the footsteps approaching.

"Oh, there you are. Ready for round two?" He teased, deciding to let Logan have a break and having no intention of going after him again. To say he was shocked would be an understatement when Logan laid down with his torso across his lap and placed his arms behind his head.

"What's this?" Wade asked suspiciously as Logan shrugged and wiggled himself into a comfortable position.

"Think I lost a little bit of my Christmas spirit. Thought maybe you could help me with that," he smirked, and when Wade saw the blissful shine in his eyes, he now realized this wasn't some kind of trick and grinned back.

"Yes, I can see that now. It would be my pleasure. I think a few belly rubs and you'll be as right as rain," he lightly began to tickle the now quivering stomach as the feral man on his lap didn't hesitate to giggle.

"Mehehe-Merry Christmahahahas, asshole."