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Wade knows when he’s beat.The rest of the guys on the team steer clear of him now, even Victor when he saw the mark on Wade’s throat, the only time Wade’s ever seen him look uncertain when his eyes flicked over to Logan after. Wade’s been hurt worse on jobs before, stabbed and shot and hit, but his injuries are different this time. Having Logan by his side, watching out for him, kept him safe all week from bullets and blades; he’s come out worse from playground scraps.In the end Logan was the only one that really hurt him. He just made up for all the damage he protected Wade from by inflicting it himself.It’s impossible to catalog every point of pain, it’s impossible to sit without hurting. He’s raw inside, his asshole aching from Logan bashing it to wet meat every night, ruining him. Last night Logan forced three fingers in alongside his cock and tore him anew, tugging at his hole to stretch it past the point of breaking. He could have kept going, ripped Wade apart with his bare hands, but instead he just came in Wade for the third time in the endless-feeling stretch of minutes that they’d been at it, flooding him with more come, Wade so full of it by then that his stomach hurt.He feels wrong down there, still, all these hours later, too open, swollen and soft and used. He’s afraid to look at himself in a mirror, to see the ragged mess that Logan made of him, the gaping hole that Logan left after he finally used him up and let Wade cry himself to sleep. Even then it didn’t end, Logan holding him close in a parody of something real and loving, his cock resting between Wade’s cheeks like a threat.And Wade just took it, melting back into Logan’s arms. Logan could get behind him and hold a knife to his trembling throat and still Wade would lean back into him, craving the warmth of his body, so starved for kindness that he’ll swallow cruelty if that’s all that’s on offer.After all of it, after being raped and brutalized and bitten, after being put down so thoroughly that he doesn’t know how he’ll ever be the same again—Wade still shudders at the thought of going back to being alone. Logan’s hollowed him out and left him empty inside and it isn’t fair that Wade has to go without him again.He drifts in and out of sleep on the flight back, Logan a steady presence next to him on the bench. This is where they usually part without a word, back in Canada, going their separate ways until the next time, but when they disembark Logan still sticks close. Wade tries to ignore him, tries to force himself back into the space where his real life is instead of lingering here where he’s stitched into Logan like a second heart, imprisoned in his ribcage, locked inside him. None of it is real. He doesn’t really belong to Logan, he doesn’t belong anywhere or to anybody.Logan fits his hand over his own fingermark bruises on Wade’s bicep and pushes him into the bathroom.“No,” Wade says, the sound bursting out of him in an uneven plea. Logan ignores it, forces him into the nearest stall. The snap of the lock echoes in the empty bathroom. “I still have to walk out of here,” he says, breathless already from the adrenaline, the fear. They’re in a dream space, caught between the job and Wade’s life back at home, that usual sharp delineation blurred now with Logan still so near in the dwindling moments before they walk away from each other again. “You have to take it easy on me.”Logan moves to touch him and Wade flinches back, but it doesn’t stop him; Logan just keeps coming until there’s no further Wade can go, his back hitting the wall. It’s a shock when Logan just cups Wade’s face in his hands, but less surprising when his thumbs stroke over Wade’s throat, pressing lightly against his windpipe, the barest threat. Logan asks, “Do I?”All of Wade’s defenses collapse, his will to fight lost at the ghost of a tender touch. He encircles Logan’s wrists with his hands, not to try and pull him away, but because he has to touch him back, has to touch Logan while he still can. He’s too weak for this, body and soul. If Logan breaks him back open again, if Wade has to drive home bleeding and leaking Logan’s come, he’s afraid of what it’ll make him do. He’s already covered in the reminders of Logan’s brutality, bruised all over, his throat bearing deep teethmarks that he knows are going to scar. It’s enough that he already has to go back home having known the exquisite horror of being claimed so violently only to still at the end of the day be totally fucking alone.“No,” Wade says again, lost again, hopeless, only able to meet Logan’s eyes for a moment before he drops, leaning into the warmth of Logan’s hands on him. Too desperate for tenderness to deny himself any longer. He doesn’t know why he bothers pretending he won’t give in. He’s Logan’s to fuck, to hurt, to discard. Logan can shatter him like glass and leave the pieces of Wade wherever he wants. It doesn’t matter, nothing matters, so Wade just closes his eyes, slips a hand over Logan’s on his cheek and kisses the base of his palm, takes advantage of Logan’s momentary surprise at his acquiescence and guides his hands down so that Wade can embrace him.Even clothed Wade’s body lights up at the warmth of him, like this is where he belongs, held close in Logan’s arms. When Logan hugs him back, hesitant at first until he gives into it and tightens his grip, it makes Wade go weak against him, burying his face in the hot stretch of skin between Logan’s neck and shoulder and holding on for dear life. Logan’s fucked him and scarred him and made Wade his but shouldn’t that mean that Logan belongs to Wade too? Why does Logan get to ruin him for anybody else and then just walk away from him?Logan’s lips brush over his mark on Wade’s neck, and Wade arches into it, offering Logan his throat. He’s ready for it when Logan bites down, nicking open the wounds that had just barely begun to heal, his fangs sinking in. The pain rolls through him like poison, like venom, a snakebite in the dark with no help for miles. Logan’s teeth are so sharp, piercing him open, another way for Logan to get inside him.It’s so unlike any pain Wade’s ever known, paralyzing and awful alongside the bliss of Logan’s hot mouth on him, licking over his sensitive throat, sucking the mark darker. His hands clench in the back of Logan’s shirt but not to pull him away. He wouldn’t do that even if he could, not anymore. It’s just another thing for him to feel in this space that’s nothing like when Logan first bit him, when he was fucked full and pinned down and naked and already sobbing. He’s dizzy now, caught between Logan’s warm body and the cold metal of the stall wall at his back, already given up. Like an animal caught in a trap, too tired to keep fighting.Logan’s hard against him and Wade needs it as soon as he feels it, shifting his hips to grind into the heat of him. It makes Logan let him go, finally, rearing back with Wade’s blood on his mouth, looking at him with wide eyes like he might be as much of a slave to this as Wade is. The thought of Logan truly out of control like that makes Wade’s blood go cold, makes him fumble at Logan’s pants with clumsy fingers. He has to get Logan back inside him, needs to be distracted from the hot, terrifying feeling of blood trickling into the collar of his shirt from his reopened wounds, but he’s trembling too badly to manage the zipper.Logan stills him with his hands over Wade’s and it makes Wade want to cry, frustrated with himself, light-headed from blood loss. He switches tactics, grateful as hell when he manages to get his own pants open at least, turning away from Logan’s look of concern and pressing his cheek to the wall, gasping at the cool metal against his feverish skin. He takes his pants down and presents himself, fighting against the shame of begging to get his ass fucked again after Logan’s abused him so thoroughly. Logan did this to him, he can see what he did. Wade gets his hands on his cheeks, fingers seeking inward so he can spread himself open, show Logan the ugly mess he’s made of him, the loose, used wreck of his hole that only Logan can fill up right now.“Take it,” he says, his voice shaking awfully, blood trickling from his neck smearing on the wall. “Fuck me like this, this is what you did, this is what you wanted. You like me broken, well you broke me. You fucking destroyed me, Logan. This is what I’m for now. Take what’s yours.” Logan touches him, just one hand on the back of his neck and Wade has to close his eyes, bite his lip, struggling not to cry from the bright, stinging pain in his throat and the humiliation threatening to overwhelm him. It’s too much. He was so ready to walk away, to try and forget for at least a little while, to pretend that everything was alright after Logan’s proven to him how worthless he is, how he’s no good for anything but fucking and even that isn’t enough to make anybody stay with him. To make Logan stay with him.Logan’s licked-wet fingertips prod at his asshole, two slipping in easily with how soft he is inside, his body bullied open to fit Logan’s cock in. He needs it now, even worse than he did the first time he took it for himself. He needs it, and he knows it’ll be torture to get it. He’s enough of a wreck afterwards when they fuck in Logan’s bed, when he at least has the comfort of Logan’s skin against his, somewhere to come down; like this, in this cold bathroom stall where he’ll be abandoned as soon as Logan’s fucked his ass back full of come, he doesn’t know how he’s going to handle it without completely breaking down.He hears Logan spit in his hand behind him, the head of his cock kissing the rim of Wade’s worn-out hole, and all he can feel then is grateful that Logan at least tried to get him a little wet first. It’s not difficult, not anymore, for Logan to fit his cock inside him, not with how well trained Wade’s body is to take it. All the tension bleeds out of him, replaced by limp, quiet acceptance. Wade leans his forehead against the stall wall, taking what he’s given. This is what he’s for.“Does it even feel good anymore?” Logan asks, guiding his cock in slowly like it’ll make any difference, like it’ll hurt Wade any less badly once he’s buried in him to the hilt. Wade shakes his head, then nods, too fucked up about it to figure out how to even answer. He doesn’t know what feels good anymore. When Wade doesn’t answer fast enough Logan shoves the rest of the way in, the thick hard length of his cock stabbing up into Wade’s stomach. It forces a cry out of him, wet and choked, and it’s a relief when Logan doesn’t wait any longer for a real answer, just growls, “Guess it doesn’t really matter, does it?” and starts fucking his ass.This is what he asked for. This is what he wanted. It feels good because it’s what he wanted, it’s why he kept coming back. He likes when it hurts, when he’s treated like trash, like he’s nothing. His voice shakes awfully when he says, halting, choking on the words with each deep, nasty thrust hollowing out his insides, “It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what I want. You can do anything you want to me.”Logan gets in close, breathes hot in his ear, “Brace yourself,” and Wade tenses, his hands curling into fists against the wall, all he can do before Logan pulls almost all the way out and then rams back into him so brutally it would make him scream if he had the breath for it. Instead all he can do is sob, knocked so hard into the wall that Logan might as well have thrown him against it. His cheek will bruise, his hipbones, his humiliatingly soft cock, and none of that even matters because he doesn’t know how he’s going to be able to walk after this, to stand.Logan fucks him viciously, deep and cruel with all of his strength behind it like he’d rather be beating Wade with his fists instead, the stall wall rattling each time Wade collides with it. There’s nothing Wade can do but take it, let himself be used as a cocksleeve, as Logan’s come dumpster, his pathetic slut who begs for it but then can’t even handle what he’s given. Wade’s worthless, Logan’s fucking him like he hates him and he’s right to, there’s nothing in Wade that’s worth loving.All Wade can feel is Logan inside him now, splitting Wade’s body open on his cock, everything else lost in the haze of Logan destroying his ass so completely. It all narrows down to where Logan’s cock fills him, again and again, like he’s being punched into, beaten open, the pain radiating through him like a sword twisting through his insides.A sob hitches in Wade’s chest and he goes weak but Logan’s there to catch him, trapping him against the wall as his thrusts slow, holding Wade’s body up with his. Wade pinned there on his cock like a butterfly under glass. And still he’s grateful, sinking back into the warmth of Logan, Logan’s arms wrapping around him, holding him. The ache in his ass is so deep, devastating, and he was just too scared to get hard when Logan pushed him in here, but Logan says his name now, low and husky, and Wade can’t help it. He just needs so badly to be held close.“You want this,” Logan says, taking his cock in hand, stroking him, coaxing him all the way there. “Even though I’m hurting you. Even after everything I’ve done to you.” Wade nods obediently. Of course he does. He’s full of Logan, surrounded by him, marked by him. Logan’s barely thrusting now, just staying buried in him, Wade impaled on his cock. It’s right where Wade’s supposed to be. “Say it, Wade.”“I want this,” Wade agrees, his voice shaky. His neck is bleeding, soaking hot in the collar of his shirt. He’s fully hard in Logan’s fist. “Please, fuck me. Hurt me with your cock. I need it.” He can’t remember ever needing anything else. Nothing matters but Logan’s hands on him, Logan inside him. Wade’s alive everywhere Logan touches him, his whole body just a thing to be held, filled. Given meaning by Logan’s touch.It pleases Logan, his complete submission. “Good boy,” Logan says, and Wade’s cock twitches in his hand, his whole body briefly electrified by the praise. For all Logan makes Wade take care of himself most of the time he does know how to get Wade off, knows he likes a tight dry grip that strips him raw here too. He’s patient, generous now, taking Wade with the harsh, nasty little thrusts he likes, breaking Wade’s wrecked ass wide open for him, squeezing his cock like he can force the orgasm out of Wade and he can, he can. He could make Wade do anything.“You belong to me, Wade,” Logan tells him, and Wade whines and comes, Logan stroking him through it, Wade’s whole body trembling as his come paints the wall.The pleasure takes a long time to fade. When it does Logan’s still fucking him, slow and unbearably deep. Wade’s aware, from the wetness on his cheeks and the taste of salt, that he’s crying. Exhaustion threatens to overtake him, a welcome relief.Wade’s vision is going dark at the edges, and there’s nothing to see anyway. He lets his eyes slip shut, lets Logan hold him up, pressed to the cold stall wall smeared with his own blood and come. It’s almost comforting now, his body heavy, aching all over. The pain so inescapable it’s like he’s blanketed by it, swimming in it. At least he can feel Logan behind him, feel the shudder in his body as Logan says his name, as he comes in Wade’s ass. That’s all Wade wanted, all he was waiting for. Logan is close, and he’s filled Wade up. So Wade lets himself rest.-Wade comes to when the warmth of Logan’s arms carrying him is replaced by cold vinyl at his back. By the time he realizes what’s happening Logan’s in the driver’s seat next to him, the door of the truck slamming shut. Wade can sleep just about anywhere, and he’d like to get back to that, but something in Logan’s expectant look has him as alert as he can be. Logan wants something from him. Wade just needs to know what, so he can give it to him.“I’m taking you home with me,” Logan says.He’s looking at Wade. Really looking at him, like Wade’s opinion matters now, for once. Like if Wade said no Logan would listen, at least get him back to his car and leave him to it.It’s just that there isn’t anything to leave him to, now. This is all Wade has.With the last of his strength he shifts over, lays himself across the front seat of the truck, eases his head onto Logan’s lap and settles. After a moment Logan rests his hand on Wade’s head, a comforting weight. He doesn’t push Wade away. The last thing Wade hears before falling back into oblivion is Logan starting the truck.