"Hey Pete," Logan looked to the artist, "Have you seen Victor? He's run off again and I want to know if he's with your brother before I start searching."

"I will call and check," he set the pad aside and dialed his elder brother's phone.

"Da?" Mikhail was currently trimming his hair.

"Allo, Mikhail, is Victor there?"

"Allo my brother. No, I took him to work the other day. Tuesday or something."

"Yesterday?"

"No, last week."

Piotr turned to relay the information to his fellow Xman.

"He doesn't have a job," Logan scoffed. But he did have a phone, "Does he have Victor's phone number?"

After getting it for Logan he ended the call glanced to the older man as he angrily dialed.

A few rings and there was an answer from Victor.

"Hello?"

"Where the h3ll are you!? I've been searching the entire school for…" he looked to his phone in surprise, "He hung up on me." he quickly redialed, "Where do you-"

"Shut up!" Victor shouted into the phone, "Now you listen here, I'm at work and I don't have time for your nonsense. I will talk to you when I see you. Good bye." he ended the non conversation but not hanging up before marking, "He's such an ss," to someone on his end.

Logan glared at his phone with a jaw drop.

"Something the matter?" Pete couldn't hear Logan say anything into the phone as he sketched.

"He has such an attitude lately!" he growled stuffing the phone in his pocket.

"Maybe because you called and attacked him," he glanced up from his pad to Logan's glare, "You didn't say hello or any form of greeting, you simply began yelling. I wouldn't have faulted my brother for hanging up on me had I spoke to him in that manner. I most certainly would have hung up on you and not answered the second time you called."

"What are you going on about I attacked him? I haven't seen his mangy ss in two weeks. This is a week and a half after he went missing that month!"

"You call him a lot of unloving names," despite being a caretaker for his elder brother Piotr wouldn't think to speak such a way of him, even in anger.

"I do recall you being upset when your brother was missing that month."

"You do. But you never once heard me speak abusively of him." he shrugged, "Maybe it's you who needs to adjust your attitude."

The scruffy mutant scoffed. What did that kid know?

X

Truth be told the luster of finally being reunited had worn off on both the brothers. Victor would no longer contain his endless boredom of being trapped in the school and roamed daily, which irritated Logan as he wanted to keep an eye on him. Victor was also done allowing his brother to think he could dictate his moves. Also something Logan wasn't pleased with.

X

After another week, around midnight, Logan received a text from his brother. Victor was staying the night over Mikhail's house and would probably swing by the school in the morning or a few days. Not if Logan swung by there tonight!

X

"How's work been?" Mikhail yawned into the couch.

"Been ok," Vic said into the rug, "Jimmy has been annoying so it's a great way to get away from him."

"Happy I have my own home," the Russian sighed. Just as the man was nodding off there was a startling knock at the door, "Who is that?" Mikhail looked to the clock as he stood. It was 1 in the morning!

He stepped over his friend's body to check the peephole, "Is your junior a scruffy fellow like you with a narrower face?"

"What does he want?" Victor rolled his eyes.

Mikhail opened the door a creek, "You want something?"

"I want Victor. And I want to know where he's been at weeks on end," he glared.

"Do you sleep? I do," he pushed the door opened, "Victor, your Jimmy wants you," It was far too late, or early, to be bothered with this domestic dispute.

"What do you want? I told you I'd see you later," Vic turned away.

"What do I want? I want to know where the h3ll you've been this whole time and don't give me that sh-t that you have a job!" he glared.

"First off, little brother," Victor turned to him, "You'd better lower your tone with me before you're picking my foot out your ss."

Logan crossed his arms, "Where have you been?"

"I've been working, the thing people do when they want money."

"You don't even have a job," he scoffed.

"Yes I do."

"Right, and what do you need money for? Not like I don't already buy stuff for you."

"I'm an adult. The balls have dropped, as you've seen. I need money because I want stuff. You clearly want stuff yourself since you work."

"Well I need to know your schedule-"

"You don't need to know sh-t other than I have jobs! I am not one of your d mn students, so you can get off my back!"

"Of course not, you have a level of jackassery all your own!" he glared.

With a celerity Logan never expected his brother to have, he was up, had snatched him by his hair and arm, and was pulling him closer.

"I have had it with your dogmatic, holier-than-thou attitude!" Victor drug him to the couch.

"Let go of me!" he gripped the arm Victor held his hair with. Without a word the elder sat against the couch Mikhail was at one point lying on and pulled his brother over his lap, "Don't you dare!" he pushed at his knee.

Victor gave his jean clad rear an upwards slap, "Don't tell me what to do."

The younger winced, that really hurt! He instantly began twisting when his brother started tugging at the back of his pants, "Leave my pants alone!"

"Shut up," he sneered, yanking his trousers and nappy down, swatting his butt, "I am sick of you and your arbitrary ways."

"Arbitrary!?" he winced, "If anyone should be in this position it should be you! Leaving for weeks on end!"

"I sent you messages didn't I?" he snapped his hand against his left cheek, "So don't act as if you were out of the know. And regardless of me going off on my own for days, I'm grown, I can go off with my friends and go to work without you harassing me. And then you decide that your private annoying deeds aren't enough and actually have the audacity to come here and badger me?"

Logan grabbed his butt, "Well I was worried!"

Vic scoffed, grabbing his arm and pulled it front, keeping a tight grip on it, "You have my number, stay still," he slapped his glowing backside. Logan just writhed in his grip, attempting to pull away from the hold, but he was going nowhere until Victor was done with him.

After several resounding smacks Logan was squirming all about Victor's lap. He started feeling the vibrations in his adamantium hips, "Alright, you have a point, let go."

"What point do I have?"

"I'll ease off!"

"Ease off?" he raised his hand threateningly.

"I'll..what do you want?!"

"For one, stop expecting me to be at your school, two, don't just decide you're going to show up at someone's house at one in the morning to pester me when you already know I'm here because I told you. Got it?" he snapped his palm against Logan's undercurve.

He hissed, "OK, fine, let go!"

"I'm not done, call my phone shouting at me like that again and I'll break your f**king coccyx!" he slammed his hand down.

"Ow!" He grit his teeth and pushed at the floor, "Ok, sorry! I'll ease off! Let go, please!"

Vic pulled him up from the couch and walked him to the door, "I have work tomorrow night, I've been working a lot of back to back shifts, I'm tired and you have work in a few hours, now get back to the school and go to sleep," he popped his rear as he rushed to pull his pants up, "Now good night."

Logan rubbed his sore rear and muttered a goodnight as his brother kissed his forehead and kicked him out. He was instantly regretting his decision to ride his bike to the residence.

Vic rolled his eyes, seeing Mikhail's teasing smile, "He is getting on my last nerves."

"People tend to push their boundaries when given too much freedom, especially little brothers," he smirked, "You might want to remove those pants before laying back on my white shag," he went back to the couch and pulled the throw over his shoulder.

The older mutant looked down at the giant wet spot his brother left on him. Lovely.