BEST BUBS! (Deadpool x Wolverine)

Yukio!

  Wade didn't sleep a wink.

  "I know what Wolverine's cum tastes like," he whispered as he lie on his back on his bed in the middle of the night.

  He let out a satisfied sigh.

  "I wish you would shut the fuck up and stop being delusional, mothafucka," Blind Al shouts back.

  "You're so nice to me, I love you," he replies.

  "Mhm."

  As Wade replayed the memories in his head until dawn, Logan slept well now that he'd had his sexual healing.

  But when he woke up, despite having imagined Jean last night, there was something awfully satisfying about the fact that 'The Merc With a Mouth' was the one being forced down onto his cock last night.

  He couldn't hear a word out of his mouth that whole time.

  He sighed, satisfied. Too satisfied. His erection returned.

  But anyway.

  That afternoon.

"I have to piss," Deadpool.

  In the cab again, but this time, on the way to the bar where they would find more jobs.

It wasn't very awkward at all. Logan didn't care enough to be embarrassed and Wade was too excited to be awkward.

  Instead, the conversation was heartfelt if you can believe it.

  "So, um, Mr. Pool! I heard that you saved the world. Yes, thank you for that sir," Dopinder smiles at him from the rearview mirror.

  "That would be the timeline, technically—how do you know that, you stalker?"

  "I am not a stalker. Yukio was in my cab yesterday evening, sir. She told me everything. You're a hero!" He smiles at him again.

  Deadpool smiles at Yukio's name. "Wow, that does sound like her. Who knew she was a chatterbox?"

  "Tuh," Wolverine retorts.

  "Excuse me?"

  "Look who's talkin'," he clarifies.

  If I respond I'll be proving his point. If I don't, it's like saying he's right.

  After a moment of Deadpool's conflicted thoughts, "Gahh!"

  Wolverine smirks, humored.

  "Well, why is Yukio taking a cab anyway? She has her girlfriend and doesn't even live in this area. Where was she going?"

  "I don't think it's appropriate to disclose that information, si—,"

  "Spill it Dopinder or, I swear to god, I'll piss all over the back seat."

  A moment of silence.

  "Please don't, sir," Dopinder gulps quietly.

  Deadpool starts to undo the bottoms of his suit.

  "What the hell are you doing?" Wolverine moved as far as he could away from Deadpool.

  "Dopinder, I'm not kidding!"

  "She was going to the hospital! Please don't urinate in the back of my taxi, sir!"

Zipping back up, "What? What for?"

"I don't know, she looked like she had just gotten injured, I'm not sure," Dopinder shrugs.

"What!? You didn't think that was worth mentioning!?"

Wolverine sighs, "Take us to the hospital."

"Yes, sir."

A fifteen-minute drive and lobby wait later;

"Yukio Ohara is ready for you," a lady nods towards the heroes.

Stepping into the room, Deadpool takes off his mask with genuine concern seeing a broken arm and bruises plastered all over the exposed skin.

With a dramatic gasp, "Yukio!!! No, no, no!"

"Hi, Wade!" Yukio exclaims, sounding chipper aside from a bit of raspiness in her voice. "Hi, Logan!"

Negasonic Teenage Warhead ("NTW" because I'm not gonna type that out every time) sits in the corner.

"What the hell happened to you? Did the humans come after the mutants again? Because that's the only sort of plot the X-men can work with." Wade asks.

That last bit was towards us.

"No, no, it was our own kind," Yukio explains.

"Rest your voice, babe," NTW puts her hand on Yukio's to comfort. "I'll explain. Let's go out to the hall," she says to the heroes.

I'll make this part short for your bored readers. Basically, me and Elephant Trunk over here saved the timeline. And now—technically—everyone's fate has changed, so a lot of mutant abilities regarding time and the future are FUCKED and going haywire. The only people that can stop out-of-control mutants are mutants. Poor, perfectly kind, Yukio got injured in battle while on her way to us to tell us all this.

No, I'll make it short for my readers. Deadpool and Wolverine finally have something to do.

Outside, Dopinder waited patiently for the heroes to return.

But this time the bar didn't have as much in store for them as Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

  Smut next part.