Thanks to Billby13 for assistance with this chapter
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Victor sat with his chin in his palm, tapping his claw on his knee. He chuckled a bit at the comedy of it all. Sitting outside the headmaster's office after being brought by the teacher.
"Can't you ever just act ok?" Logan asked before stepping into the office.
"Haven't put it into practice in a couple decades," he shrugged.
"Stay there." He pointed and shut the door. "Ok, I know he slipped up, what's the damage?" he asked, looking to the professor.
Xavier was rubbing his forehead, "If I could say it bluntly, he hasn't been well for a long time. But what he said was true. He's your half brother."
"Not news to me." He sighed some and folded his arms.
"If you believed him why send to me?" he didn't want to have those memories in his head.
"Because I don't know what to do to help him." He sat in the chair across from him. "I'm not altogether well myself, but, he's..." Logan wasn't sure how to express all of how he felt.
"He wants your forgiveness." The leader poured them both a cup of tea, "The majority happy memories he had peppered in there were with you. He misses you and believes you hate him. The last words you must have said to him were before you lost your memory. He told me that he just wanted you to know how remorseful he is. Though I admit that it's a bit lost on you since you have no memory of the events."
"How can I forgive him for things I don't have any memory or feelings about? I mean, I feel we are connected, I don't remember it, but I know we are brothers."
He shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not sure, Logan. I wish I could tell you, but it's not me in this predicament."
He leaned on the desk, his chin in his palm. "Forgiveness...some sort of way to make him feel everything is past him and us..." He thought out loud.
Xavier just sipped his tea and allowed Logan to think. He flinched when he heard a scream from Scott and the sound of running feet.
The sound jolted Logan out of thought and he instinctively jumped up out of his chair, ready for whatever it was.
"I forgot about Scott..." the professor cringed.
"What about Scott?" Logan went to the door, throwing it open.
"Seems he met Scott when he was younger."
"And obviously it wasn't a good meeting. What did you do?" He glared over at his brother.
Victor smiled wide, "He mistook me for you and I said he'd gotten big."
"You aren't helping or making things easier, you know that right?"
"I didn't do anything," he grumbled, fighting the urge to laugh, "Not like you even like him."
He glared again and then looked to the professor. It was true, and he was sure that everyone knew, but still. There was already tension. "Well, thanks for your help Professor, think me and my brother are going to go and hash something out." He looked to Vic. "Come on."
"Where are we going now?" he stood to follow him, smiling some to hear himself referred to as his brother.
"My room." He said, he had a bit of a plan forming in his head.
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They got in and Logan shut the door. "Ok, you can't move forward till what happened in the past gets answered for. You want things to be how they used to be. I don't remember either. But, I am willing to help. Just trying to figure if what I have in mind will actually make an impact and help." He paced a bit.
Vic sat on the floor, watching and listening as his brother moved about.
He stopped, looked him over for a minute. "Alright, stand up and go bend over the arm of the couch."
The elder looked to the couch and Logan. He knew where this was going but slowly raised his hand.
"You have a question?"
"Can't you just kick my ss again?" he asked, as if Logan actually remembered it. He felt a little more dignity taking a fist than a spanking.
"No," he shook his head, "I think this is what you need, and I don't want to drag things out, move it. Undo your pants too." He added, as he unbuckled his own belt.
Victor shifted on the ground uncomfortably before standing and walking to the couch, "Figured as much," he unfastened his pants and pushed them and his undergarment to his knees before bending.
Logan stepped over, doubling the belt in his hands. He stood a moment, sort of gauging his swing. Then the belt cracked down.
First one just made him wince and exhale sharply. After about 4 strokes, Logan got into a steady pace, leaving rows of belt marks which he laid in going downward and then back up.
Vic stayed as still as he could, shifting his legs at every other stroke and curling his toes some.
Logan wasn't expecting any real show, but, part of him did feel if he got him to that point, all that guilt would seep away easier. He started to focus on his sit spots and upper thighs.
A quiet, raspy groan could be heard coming from the back of Victor's throat as his shifting and discomfort became more clear. He was rather thankful to say getting his bottom smacked had been a thing mostly of his past, but unfortunately that meant he was far less accustomed to it now.
"Why am I doing this?" He knew Vic was steeling himself, to help break that wall, he needed him to talk and think about it.
"I hurt you," he strained.
"How does that make you feel?" he started hitting slow but hard.
He bit his finger, "Bad..."
"Are we going to hurt each other ever again?"
"No," he bit harder as his eyes began to burn.
Logan dropped the belt, then put his hand on Vic's back, pushing him over the armrest more. He then started striking upward on his brother's raised and reddened behind with his reinforced hand.
Vic tensed, gripping the couch with his free hand. For some odd reason he forgot about the adamantium and how bad it hurt!
"And don't you scratch my couch." He warned, not skipping a beat.
"Am I forgiven yet?" he sniffled, feet shuffling and rubbing his hand over his head.
"Yes." He said, then followed through with 10 last pops. After that he went and lifted his brother up some, then sat himself down before, laying him back into his lap and petting a hand over his head and down his back.
Vic sniffed, gripping his brother's leg, "I'm so sorry, Jimmy." he swallowed as tears ran down onto his brother's pant leg, "I never meant to hurt you."
"It's ok, I know." He said, his voice taking on a softer tone. "I'm not mad, or sad, and you are right with me now. We can start over." He rubbed a hand between his shoulder blades in slow circles.
"You don't hate me anymore?"
"I didn't hate you to begin with." He pat his head. Vic sniffed, rubbing affectionately against his brother's leg.