It was weeks before the gang saw some action- as well as Wade healing from the bruises and claw wounds. It was well appreciated when something finally did happened. Not by Logan, since he hated flying, something the group gently teased him over.

They were in Africa due to Styker's sured belief there was something of value there. Of course they weren't really in on anything, as it wasn't important enough for them to know. Asides the swordsman's annoying commentary the task went by mostly without a hitch. At least up until they left and Logan was hardly paying attention whilst walking past a man hidden amongst the bodies and man aimed his gun to the mutant's back and pulled the trigger just as Logan turned to hear his brother's call.

He grit his teeth and held his bleeding upper arm and looked up in time to see his brother throw a large piece of rubble at the man who attempted to assassinate him. Which he dodged and quickly ran away into the night.

"Well, that was eventful," Logan watched as the skin healed almost instantly.

"You," Victor stormed to his surprised brother and grabbed him by the back of the shirt and laid on an onslaught of slaps to his brother's rear, much to Jimmy's displeasure and the others' amusement.

"Ow! What did I do!?" Logan turned away, doing his best not to rip his shirt while avoided getting his butt spanked.

"You should've moved when I called you! Stop making novice mistakes, You're too big for that!" Victor scolded him, striking his thigh before letting him go.

"Of course it's my fault I got shot, absolutely," he grumbled, rubbing his rear, "That hurt."

"It's suppose to, my heart hurt," he climbed back on the plane.

"What sense does that make? 'Oh no, you're shot, I'm going to beat you on top of it'. I get no love from you," he scoffed and followed, flipping the others the bird as he boarded the plane.

"I love you dearly," Vic gasped, almost insulted at the accusation of a lack of love.

"The lies you speak." he grumbled.

x

"Can you two possibly shut up?" Fred called to the brothers as he caressed his tattoo, remembering the gymnast he loved.

The feral brothers were having a playful bout of who was the stronger of the two. Nothing out of the normal, just brothers being brothers.

"I have an idea," Wade smiled, getting between them both.

"Go away," they shooed him.

"Well," he turned to Victor, "You clearly like spanking."

"Is that your way of asking me to hide you?" the elder glanced over, "I might just be open to it."

"Maybe later, I'm sure the chick will write that into this story eventually...If she can do it without making it seem forced or awkward," he shrugged, "But you two seem conflicted on whose stronger, how about you do something around that? It would be entertaining."

"What are you going on about?" Logan glanced over, "You want us to smack each other to see who last longer? I'm able to get behind that." he was still mad about getting popped in front of the guys, and popping his over protective brother back might make him feel better.

"I'm just going to make you cry like every other time anyway," Victor smiled.

He blushed lightly, "Not if I make you cry first," he whipped his head to Wade, "Ok, what are the rules? We go until tears? Or a physical tapout?"

"I say physical tap out," Vic marked, "Time it of course. With a clock"

"Sounds great to me, ready to go first?" Logan pushed out and pat his lap.

"What makes you think I'm going first?" he scoffed.

"I have an even better idea!" Wade sang, "Duke should do it."

Both brothers paused, their smiles dropping as they looked to him, then to the giant.

"You mean the guy who punched a tank in half a week ago?" Logan pointed.

"Yep~! He has no ties to either of you so that is fair, right?" such a suggestion had all the guys smirking and chuckling, more interested than ever.

"What happened to your boasting of strength?" John teased, "I'm sure Duke couldn't hurt you two worse than you hurt each other."

The blond giant cracked his knuckles and smiled at both men. His smile was far from inviting considering the intentions suggested. They looked between each other and thought along the lines of how they could get out of it.

"What happened?" Fred smiled widely, "Thought you two wanted a great way to gauge it."

Logan prepared to detest but was cut off by his brother.

"No pants down," Vic spoke up, getting a nod from the strong man, not like he needed to see their naked butts more than he already did, "And Jimmy goes first," he pushed his brother over to him.

Logan looked to his brother, "Why is it always me first? And part of me thinks you're getting off from this," he pointed a finger to Wilson before awkwardly laying over Duke's lap.

The giant smirked and placed a hand on his back and raised the opposite hand, snapping it against Logan's pant seat. He clenched his teeth together and gripped to Fred's leg. Ok, that hurt. A lot! He glanced up and saw his brother's taunting smile. No problem he could prove that he could take more than Victor. Not a problem.

The first ten hits were shocker strikes mainly. They were more surprise than pain. Not that they didn't hurt. They hurt like the dickens, excuse the silly termanology. But those were bad, mainly due to how he wasn't quite as prepared as he should've been. But hey, outside of last week it had been months since he got popped. If not a year.

Logan's legs began shifting and squirming about under Duke's hand as the blows came down. Heat built up on his bottom under the pants despite him trying to find a happy place.

Every time he looked up to see his brother's face it made Logan more determined to deal with the pain. He could totally deal with a spanking. It was nothing.

"You're two minutes in," John looked at his watch.

"Oh, we started? I never noticed," he laughed. Merely words to get his mind on a different track.

x

Five minutes in Logan's eyes were not obeying him and were watering profusely. He rubbed his arms and shifted more.

"You can always tap out when you're ready," Vic sang, "Six minutes is rather impressive."

"What's wrong?" he tried to keep his voice from breaking as he smiled, "Am I making your standards too high to reach for? I know it's hard to look up to me." he flinched as an upward strike came across his left cheek, making the tears leap from his ducts as he cringed.

"How you doing, Logan?" Zero seemed to be enjoying Logan's pain in a not so all fun and games way.

"I'm...just fine…" he sniffed, choking back a sob.

"Ready to tap out, lamb chop?" Fred watched as Logan shook his head and began rubbing his arm again. That was fine, he enjoyed the resounding rhythms of slapping against his jean clad rear.

The nano second eight minutes fell Logan couldn't take it any more and tapped, "Ok, let me go!" his tormentor quickly raised both hands, letting him up, "Ahhh!" he hissed, rubbing his bottom and using all self discipline to not jump up and down. Mostly succeeding, but still bouncing some on his toes.

"Need a hug?" Victor smiled and opened his arms as the rest of the gang laughed.

"I'd rather see you in pain," he grabbed his brother by the collar and pulled him from the cot, pushing him to Duke.

"Fine, I will take my turn and last as long, most likely longer, than you," he walked over, laying across Duke's lap.

As if he wasn't having enough fun the strong man laid into Victor without warning. Vic, in his opinion, actually needed this, considering the way he held himself. The attitude he seemed to always have. He could be quite uppity with anyone who wasn't his brother. In a sense this was sweet justice.

Logan found it was semifun to switch places with his brother and smile in his face while rubbing the throbbing ache out of his his backside.

"Feeling any hurt there?" Brad asked as Vic squirmed a bit. He had actually gone a full four minutes before squirming under the rain of slaps.

"I'm ok currently." he shrugged, shifting lightly over the giant's knees.

"Just let us know when it's too much for you to take," Wade sang.

X

Six minutes in and tears were running down Victor's hot face.

"It's ok to tap out, six minutes is impressive," Logan smirked and put a hand on his brother's head.

Vic smirked at him, "Cute."

"Bet your butt is as red as your face," he teased.

"Piss off," he grit his teeth as Duke's symphony of slaps picked up speed.

X

Eight minutes came and Vic was biting his sleeve.

"Nine minutes." John called.

"Thank God, let me go!" he tapped out and stood, "Jeez!"

"The results are clear," Brad commented, "Looks Like Victor is tougher."

The younger of the two scoffed, "Maybe this time."

"Ah…" he hissed, rubbing his bottom under the pants, "Think I can melt snow…"