The years flew by. One after another after another. Three years. Soon the war broke loose.
Logan leaned on the bear as he listened to the radio. It going on how there was a draft.
"We have to leave next week." Victor pet the bear's head, "Not sure what we're gonna do about the cloths."
They had gotten drafted and it couldn't have come at a worse time. The bedwetting was a nightly thing. Occasionally rearing it's ugly head during mere naps.
Logan shrugged, "Not sleep? You're good at that." he was unsure himself.
x
Seemed almost instantaneously that they were tossed in war. At first it wasn't too bad. Just strenuous. Learning the drills and such. Learning how to assemble guns.
To their surprise months went by with them being able to keep the wetting a secret, probably because the trenches always smelled awful and it wasn't too often anyone was able to have a bath. But strange things were being noticed by the younger of the brothers. Logan noticed that Victor seemed to be having fun, which, considering the circumstances, was disturbing.
X
"Ow…" Logan sat, picking a piece of shrapnel out of his leg, "Wonder how long this war can last."
Vic rubbed his eyebrow, "Wonder how Elijah is. If he found himself a woman and made me some grandkids. Need some help?"
"Sure he did," he placed his leg on Victor's lap. He looked at his brother and laughed at his half missing eyebrow.
"What's so funny?" He used his claws like tweezers to pick a slug out of Logan's calf.
"Did you get one to the face? You're missing an eyebrow." The younger pulled his leg away.
Vic dropped it on the floor, "...Entirely?"
"Yes," he snickered, "What happened?"
"Caught a musket." He smirked some, rubbing the skin where the brow should have been. Not even a scar. They really were unkillable.
"You look priceless. Wish I could take a picture," he chuckled, "Is it time for food?"
"Let's go see," he started to stand.
"I wanted to talk to you first," Logan looked to his brother, "How are the nightmares?"
The man smiled, "You know it hasn't been so bad in a while. I think this place calms me." he walked off to get food.
"War isn't calming Victor."
X
Logan sipped the water with a cringe, "This is disgusting. I want a Hershey bar," he pouted.
"With almonds," Vic poked at the mashed potatoes.
"Hey, you two," a higher up walked over, "You're on guard duty tonight after dinner."
"Joy," Vic swirled his finger as the man walked away.
Logan didn't mind, night shift was far less stressful to him.
X
Vic sat, peeling away at his claws as he waited for something interesting to happen.
"This is familiar," Logan grabbed a book and sat in his brother's lap, "Read to me."
The elder readjusted his legs and pulled Logan closer, "What am I reading, Poe? Alright, comfy?" Logan nodded, "Once upon a midnight dreary."
Some of the other soldiers listened in as he read the poems. It was amusing to most of them who still couldn't read, others tried to ignore it as it made them nod off. Jimmy personally enjoyed his brother reading to him.
The reading was paused when Victor readjusted and stared at his brother wide eyed before shaking him.
"Why are you shaking me?"
"Are you asleep?"
"I'm looking straight at you! Quit it!" he pushed at him.
"I smell something," he pushed Logan off and stood, grabbing him to pull away.
"What, gun powder?"
Soon as they were far enough away from the group Victor dusted his pants, "Well this is just great. You peed on me."
"What!?" Logan scoffed, "I'm wide awake," he grabbed his pants. They were soaked, "But I was awake… How did that happen?"
Before his brother could speculate there was a loud explosion and guns fired.
"Well, time for fun," Victor readied his rifle.
X
Victor glared to the men in the trenches as they smiled at him. What were they smiling about?
The sudden session of smirks wasn't missed by Logan. He didn't want to alarm his brother on how creepy he found it all. No need to raise his protective Victor's blood pressure.
This went on for days, the men smiling and giggling behind their backs, like school girls. It was unnerving, and frustrating.
"What the h3ll are they laughing at?" Victor set a rat outside the trench, not that it made a difference, they were everywhere.
"Maybe how much you drool in your sleep," he teased.
Vic rolled his eyes and playfully pushed him, "Whatever."
"Just saying, those puddles normally aren't there before we go to bed."
X
The night fell quickly, and for once the brother's weren't on night watch. They found a decent corner of the trench and relaxed, Victor using a gun and their bag as a pillow while Logan used him as one.
The men folk from earlier noticed them sleeping and quietly stood. Now was the perfect time. Half of them took position behind Logan, the others beside Victor.
Logan woke with a fright as he was being ripped from his brother by the pants and his mouth gagged. Victor's situation was no better as he was gagged and pinned to the ground.
"Let's see what you got there," two soldiers virtually ripped the mutants pants off. They stopped abruptly and began laughing.
"Aw, how cute," one of the chuckled as the whole group noticed why they stopped and began to laugh.
"They're sending out kiddies now," Another pulled at the pins on Logan's diaper, causing a red blush to go over his face and his claws to start to emerge.
"Maybe they need a change," Another attempted to unfasten the pins from Victor.
The older mutant's face was burning red, and not from blushing. He chewed the sock angrily and growled as even his vision became painted in red. The men chuckled until he let out a guttural tiger-like roar. They all stared at Victor in disbelief as he gave another one.
The shock was enough for them to loosen their grips and both brothers stood, spitting the sock gags out and in fight positions.
"What are you freaks?" several asked.
There was nothing to answer as Victor pounced first, his brother in close proximity.