Havoc was chilling in his room, preparing to go to the gym. He'd finally gotten his room the way he wanted it

Cyclops walked in. "Hey Alex, could I borrow a shirt?" He looked around at his room.

"Don't you have clothes?" he asked

He sighed. "Yes, but I need to do laundry." He opened his brother's drawer and rooted around for one he could wear.

"I never recalled saying yes," he watched him

He rolled his eyes. "It's just a shirt. I'll wash it before I give it back."

"Better be in mint condition," he rolled his eyes and fixed his dresser. He was a bit of a control freak when it came to his stuff.

He smirked and pushed the clothes in his dresser over, messing them up again. "Does that bother you?"

He growled and swatted him hard, "Knock it off brat!"

"Ow!" he grabbed his butt. "Who died and made you dad?" he glared.

"Exactly," he said fixing his stuff.

He growled and picked up the shirt. "Whatever." He scoffed and left the room.

He set it back in there the way he wanted. Then he grabbed his stuff and went to the gym

Scott waited for him to leave before he walked into his room and literally trashed it. He emptied all the drawers onto the floor, pulled sheets off the bed, knocked books off the shelf. Nothing was the way it was before by the time he was done.

When Alex came back about an hour and a half later he dropped his bag at the door. He stormed over there. Hands heated as he tried to keep them for burning anything with plasma.

Scott was in his room with headphones in. Scott looked up at him and smirked. "Something wrong?"

He grabbed him by his neck and dragged him off the bed, "Oh you're going to clean up that mess you made," he growled.

"You have no proof it was me," he growled as he pushed at his hand.

"Who else does that annoying baby brat stuff!" He picked him up.

"Hey! Put me down!"

"Oh I'll put you down," he carried him under his left arm back to his room

He kicked his legs. "I'm not joking! Put me down now!"

He carried him to the room and then closed the door, "Little brat!" he sat on his bed and pulled him over his lap.

"H- Hey, what are you doing?" he panicked, "I'm too old for this!"

"You don't have an age," he pulled his pants down, "You're just my annoying, brat kid brother," he heated his hand and started making plasma over it as he began to spank him mercilessly.

"OOOOOOWWWW!" he began to kick and squirm right away.

He just held him in place as he slapped him.

"Ah- Ow!" he sobbed, "S- stop it!"

"You see, Scotty," he began, "This is what happens to bad little boys."

"Shut up!" he growled, not liking the condescending tone.

He swatted him hard for raising his voice

"Ow!" he sobbed.

"That is what happens to naughty boys who get loud,"

"Stop being such a jerk! I'm not a little kid!"

"You are to me and you act like one. No you're not even a little kid you're a toddler."

He sobbed and tried to squirm away from his hand. That hurt worse than anything he'd felt before.

He gave him ten more swats, "Now you're going to clean my room and put everything back in order, do you understand me?"

He sniffed and rubbed his butt as he nodded.

He let him up and sat back on his bed and watched

He sighed and began to clean up.