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The room was dimly lit, the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows on the wall. Logan lay sprawled on the bed, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, the weight of the day finally lifting from his shoulders. Beside him, Wade was anything but still. He was propped up on one elbow, his fingers idly tracing the thick, prominent veins that snaked up Logan’s biceps.
"Goddamn peanut", Wade said, his voice a mix of awe and mischief. "You'd be every nurse's dream patient to draw blood from. Big, juicy veins. One look and they'd be practically salivating."
Logan smirked, his eyes half-lidded. "You got some weird ass compliments, Wade."
Wade's grin widened. "Oh, i'm not done yet. You'd also be every vampire's favorite snack."
Logan's smirk faded, replaced by a faint grimace. "Well...i am actually."
Wade tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. "Wait, what? Favorite patient or vampire snack?"
Logan sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Both. Nurses seem to love me for some reason, but i hate getting blood drawn. Needles...remind me too much of all the shit i went through. And vampires? They love me too, apparently. Had a run-in with a group of them a while back."
Wade's eyes widened, his fingers freezing mid-trace. "Vampires? Like actual 'i vant to suck your blood' vampires? Those kinds?"
Logan nodded, his expression darkening slightly as the memories surfaced. "Yeah. Real ones. They captured me, tried to drain me dry and turn me into one of 'em. Didn't go how they planned."
Wade's grin returned, more wicked this time. "Do tell, Logan van Helsing."
Logan snorted softly, but his voice was tinged with steel. "It didn't work. My healing factor fought it off. But that didn't stop them from trying. After a while i got tired of playing along. Killed them all. Ripped their fangs out and wore them around my neck as a warning to the rest of their kind."
For a moment, Wade just stared, his mouth hanging open. Then he let out a low whistle. "Holy shit, Logan. You're not just a snack; you're the whole goddamn meal with a side of stakes." He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Logan's arm before licking a slow line along one of the veins. "God you're so hot when you talk about eviscerating people."
Logan shivered, his breath catching, as Wade's tongue traced up his arm. "You're messed up, loud-mouth."
"And yet, you're still here", Wade replied, his voice muffled as he kissed along another vein, his lips brushing the sensitive skin.
Logan couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped him, his hand instinctively reaching up to to cup Wade's bald head. "You're insatiable."
Wade chuckled against his skin, the vibrations sending a pleasant shiver through Logan's body.
"Can you blame me? You've got all these delicious veins just begging to be worshipped. Besides, i love learning more about you, peanut. Every scar, every vein, every twisted tale of how you're the ultimate badass."
Logan's chest rumbled with a low chuckle. "You're ridiculous."
"And you love it", Wade said smugly, moving up to nip at Logan's neck, eliciting another soft moan from him. "Admit it."
Logan's fingers tightened around Wade's head, pulling him closer. "Yeah, i do."
They spent the rest of the night like that — Wade exploring Logan's body with reverent touches and teasing kisses, while Logan let himself relax under Wade's attention, opening up in ways he rarely did. The weight of his past didn't feel quite as heavy when Wade was there, tracing it on his skin and reminding him that he was more than his scars.