Logan greeted his students and started going over last week's assignment. The group had to go on a minixmen adventure, so congrats to them, they had an extra several days.
"First amendment?" he called out, getting the answer from one of his front row, "Good. Second ame-" he turned and saw the window open and could smell his brother's spearmint bouquet waft into the classroom.
Victor slowly came in, trying not to draw any extra attention to himself. But he was in Logan's sights and knew it, "Hey Jimmy."
"Second amendment, right to bear arms! To my bare hand," Logan quickly snatched him by the ear, yanking him in the room, over the counter, "Where the h3ll have you been!?"
"Owww!" he gripped his brother's arm and followed his ear, "I was with my friend and lost track of time!"
"You lost a month!?" he glared, "How?! How the h3ll do you lose a month!?"
"Mikhail's phone died," he shrugged.
Logan's eye twitched. He twisted Victor's ear, "His phone died and that's how you lost a month?"
"OWW! We went to Ohio and did stuff! Shopped, hung out, other things I assume friends do." he winced.
"What were you doing in Ohio!?"
"Don't you have a class to teach about the JFK assassination or something?" he pointed to the students that stared in mild amusement at the altercation.
He narrowed his eyes, "I got some R rated language for you, but I'm going to wait until after class for us to have some conversation. You sit on the counter and don't move."
"I need my ear."
Logan let him go and pointed to the counter. He knew Victor came during classes because there was a limited amount he would be able to do in front of his students. His brother was thoughtless but not stupid.
X
Soon as the class ended, two minutes before even, Logan kicked his kids out, blocked the door and pulled the shade down over the door window.
"You," he pointed to his brother and rushed toward the counter at him, rolling his sleeves up, "You and me are going to have a talk."
X
Vic cringed, trying to push his brother off his neck, "We were just going on a ride and it turned into an unintentional road trip."
"Lost a month because a phone died, dumbest excuse I've ever heard!" he slammed his palm into Victor's expose rear.
"Nn!" He grunted, "It's hard for me to tell time without a clock."
"How are you so smart and so dumb!?"
"Years of practice."
"Don't give me that smart ss crap! How can you speak so calmly? Do you have any idea how worried I was?!"
"Why were you worried? You knew I was coming back," he winced at the blow to his thigh.
"You've followed me for how many years because you wanted me to come back?" he swatted upwards, "I doubt I've ever been missing a month when we were together. Pretty sure if I did, judging by how you act, I'd still have bruises."
"So am I in trouble for leaving or being gone too long?" he struggled under the arm that was pinning his neck.
"What do you think?"
The elder brunette paused for a minute before shrugging, utterly unaware the answer. Had it been Jimmy, he'd be in trouble for being gone too long, but he wasn't sure if that was being applied to him.
Logan narrowed his eyes and rained down smacks against his brothers backend, causing Victor to writhe and squirm. Thankfully this didn't last long as he still had another class. Not that Victor's butt wasn't an incandescent red when he was released.
"No danger room for you today. Matter of fact, none for the next two weeks. And I have something special in mind since I have to keep you with me all day." he unblocked the door, "Get your pants up."
"You broke the tape," Vic complained as he tried to refasten the left side of his diaper.
"I oughtta break more than that," he glared as Victor pulled his pants back up.
"What's your problem? You didn't even tell me why exactly you were worried. I left a message telling you I was with friends," he climbed on the counter.
"No you didn't!"
"Yes I did! I told Mikhail to tell his brother I was with him!"
"Who is Mikhail?" he opened the door for the students to shuffle in.
"Metal man's brother."
"Well I didn't get it. Find your seats," Logan stepped out of the room now that all his kids were in. He returned moments later, proceeded by the sound of rolling.
He had took a turn to the daycare and pulled one of the larger wooden pens in his room, still equipped with some of the stuffed toys and mobile. Without warning he grabbed Victor by the shoulder and threw him in, directly on his rear.
"You can stay in there for the day, so I can keep a better eye on you," he glared down to his brother as the kids laugh, "Back to work with the rest of you."
Vic kneeled to look over the bars. Wasn't bad enough he felt caged in the classroom, now he really was. He chuckled at the terrible pun. At least it was soft in here, unlike the unforgiving counter.
X
Hank knocked on Logan's door, "Morning, may I…" he trailed off, noticing the playpen, "Jail cell for your returned brother?"
"Best I could come with under such short notice. It's his punishment for being gone over a month."
"I admire your creativity," Hank chuckled, "But from where I'm standing it just looks like he's having the best sleep he's had in awhile."
The history teacher whipped his head around to see his brother, on his stomach, on a makeshift pillow of stuffed toys. Looking just as peaceful and content as could be.
"Can't stand him," Logan growled as Beast stifled a laugh.
"May I borrow your stapler?" Hank smiled, "And may I suggest you get a book?"