"Stop pulling me!" Victor complained, pushing at his brother as he drug him by his suspenders, "Stop, you're gonna to break them."

Logan let go when they were in their apartment, "So is that your job you spend all night at? Or is that the only job you have?"

"You'd better mind your tone," he scoffed, "I work, that's what matters. It's good clean work, isn't it? You hate when I steal so I have this place. It's paid the rent this past year. Kept us warm this winter. Hasn't it?"

Logan glared, "But you could have at least told me. Why not tell me?"

"Why? So you could join too? I had it under control." he huffed. That was actually embarrassing. Getting shouted at by his kid brother.

"Well even if I did I'm an adult!" he glared, "How is that fair? I work 8 hours a day for six or seven days a week and you work like three days a week and make more than me? How is that fair?"

"It's fair because I'm mostly taking care of you. If you want, feel free to get a better job now. One that has less hours. I was just waiting to save up some money, I was gonna tell you to quit next week."

"Does that make it better?" he glared.

"What do you want from me?" he huffed, "I did what was legal to make money so we could have a nice place to sleep and plenty of food. That's why we came to America."

"But why did you hide it?" he followed him around the place as he undressed.

"Because I did, ok? You know about it now so you should be happy at least," he threw his hands up.

Logan stamped his foot, "It's not fair!"

"Life isn't fair."

"But the way we treat each other should be!" he glared, "You'd beat my ss back to Canada but because you did it it's ok!"

Victor paused and looked to his brother. He tilted his head at him, "Well… You're right," he nodded. If nothing else in the world they could at least could control how they acted towards each other, "You are right."

Logan prepared to argue that he was right but paused when he actually heard his brother say that, "What…?"

"You're right. If nothing else we can control how we treat each other."

"I am?" he paused, "I..I am right," he nodded.

"And you know, if you did that I'd beat you to Canada and back," he nodded, "Ok," he walked to the bedroom.

"Now where are you going?" he started to follow him but paused when he heard the jingling of a certain clothing accessory he wasn't fond of, "Victor?" The man came back a few moments later with the belt, "What?"

"Here," he handed it to him.

"...Here what?"

"You'd better take this before I change my mind and use it on you," he narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Probably by reflex he grabbed the belt and looked to his brother as he bent over the back of a chair, "Uhm...I'm not sure…"

He rolled his eyes, "Well, I'm waiting," he told him, "You said you wanted this to be fair so make it fair. I did my half you do your half."

Logan looked at the belt then at his brother. He wasn't sure if those fights had rattled his brain but it was probably best to take this chance while he could, "Fine," he doubled the belt and got closer to him, positioning himself so he was actually able to bring it down properly, "Ok? Are you ready?"

"Move," he rolled his eyes and waited.

With that he brought the belt down with a snap against his brother's pantseat. The snap was loud enough to echo through the room. He continued raising it and bringing it down again from different angles.

Vic winced. Apparently his brother's job had given quite a bit of muscle growth. He didn't exactly expect that to be able to hurt him.

Logan couldn't say that his brother didn't deserve it. And hey, this was fair.

Vic rubbed the back of his left calf with the front of his right foot for distraction. He bit the inside of his lip as he heard the leather fall against him before he actually felt it bite into him.

The younger of the two sighed, wailing on his rear until he felt his brother was purposely being too good at taking the punishment.

"I guess I'm done," he tossed the belt at him before going to get ready for bed.

Vic grabbed his well punished butt and winced, "Feel better?"

"Feel weird." he got the items out, "I'm quitting Monday too."

"Fine," he grabbed his bed items, "Flipping tired."

"I bet," the younger laid on his back, "What was with the big dude?"

"Some highballer."

X

Nightly routine of nappy applying made way for sleep to finally be had. Kinda.

Logan peeked to his brother, "Victor?"

"What?"

"I appreciate it," he muttered.

Vic cracked a grey eye open before turning and wrapping an arm around him, "If I ever get too out of line you can give me a hiding. But don't think I'll just submit to any stupidity of yours. Deal?"

Logan smiled, "Deal."