It seemed to be almost another three weeks before Logan saw his brother again. It was late, or early, about 4 am, when the light of his cell phone illuminated his face. He groaned and looked to the text, cursing himself for forgetting to shut the darn thing off.
Let me in.
The feral younger brother stood from his bed and walked to the door to allow the semicorpse of his older brother to enter.
"Wasn't locked." he watched Victor drag himself in, "How's work been?"
"Work," he shrugged, climbing in the bed.
"I figured that much," Logan closed the door and sat next to him to take his shoes and pants off, "Just gonna give me extra work, huh?"
"You'll be just fine," he muttered, half asleep into the pillow.
"So you say," he shook his head, continuing to undress his brother so he could sleep more comfortably.
X
The morning came way too soon. Surprisingly Victor was up first and getting his brother cleaned.
"What are you doing?" Logan groggily pulled the pillow over his head.
"Showing you how to properly change a sleeping person," he dusted his hands.
"You technically woke me up," he turned on his shoulder.
"Yeah but I'm done," he shrugged, "Now get up."
"I'm sleeping," he grumbled.
"I'm not," Victor lifted him from the bed, "Come on."
"Ok, ok, lemme get dressed and I'll play with you," he flailed, quickly climbing out of his arms and grabbing his jeans.
X
"Where are we going anyway?" the younger of the two kept pace. Apparently they were racing this morning.
"Keep up and you'll find out."
Running for six miles brought them to a modest little ranch.
"Ok," Logan said between pants, "Why are we here?"
"Come on," the oldest unlocked the door and dragged him in, "Didn't think I was working all those hours for free, did ya?"
"...Wait….this is your house?" he looked around at the empty, but cozy home, "You've only been working 3 or so months. How the h3ll did you afford this!?"
"Security, security, stripping, male escort," he waved, "Nothing to concern your hard little head with."
"I seriously hope you're joking about some of those occupations."
"Now, you said you can afford furniture," he smirked, "And I know you got paid today."
"Just finished paying Xavier my half of the damage…" he checked his wallet, "Ok, guess we should get going then…"
X
With the little money he had to spare Logan managed to at least get them some very basic furniture and food.
"I'm officially poor now," the younger sighed as he glanced at his empty wallet.
"Tacos or Chinese?" Vic didn't feel like cooking.
"Tacos. Are you even listening?"
"A little," he dialed the number and made their order before stepping over, "Now you can get your bigger bed."
Logan smiled and leaned into him, "I guess I can."
X
Tacos came and the brothers ate heartily. Logan grumbled sipping the soda, he wanted beer but this was fine, "We may need to get a wider selection of DVDs."
"Shop of horrors is a classic," he stared at the screen, "Be happy I found the TV and stuff."
Logan looked to the 40in plasma screen and the blu-ray player, "What do you mean 'found'?"
"It was next to a dumpster, but goody goody, it works perfectly, " He gave his brother a toothy grin.
Perfectly was an understatement. The things were brand new, not a scratch and even still had the plastic, "Did you steal these?"
"No, I told you I found them next to a dumpster."
"Right," he shook his head and went back to his taco. He'd find out sooner or later.
X
A couple weeks went by with them in the house. All seemed well for the most part. Now that they were living out of the students eyes he got to see even more of his brother, and Lo and behold, he was more peculiar than Logan originally thought.
X
Beep beep.
Vic smiled, skipping towards the microwave to grab his spaghetti and chicken breast. Finally he was able to enjoy a meal in peace. He sat on the couch and set his items in front of him to watch Jurassic Park.
"I'm home Victor," Logan walked through the door. He saw his brother on the couch, "How was your day…."
His brother was munching away on cheese goldfish and sipping juice from a baby bottle, looking content as could be.
"Fine, only worked one job today," Logan's staring didn't go unnoticed. "You have a judgmental face," he marked, only removing the bottle temporarily to comment before going back to drinking.
He shook his head and grabbed the empty dish, "You can't make anything comfortable, can you?"
"Not sure what you're talking about, I'm very comfortable." the cat-like mutant shrugged.
"Please tell me you didn't actually buy these," he stared at the car shaped plate.
"Nah, Cain swung by and said he had some dishes to give me."
"And he gave you these?" he peeked in a box that was on the counter.
"He gave me some real dishes, but threw a box of that stuff in as a joke. Clearly forgot that I am not above respectful charity. I put the others away already."
The younger opened the cabinets and looked at the array of ceramics, China and plastic, "That's a lot of dishes," there were even a few different other cookware items.
"Said he was about to buy Jen a bunch more to surprise her."
"So he brought this many normal dishes and you decided to use the toddler stuff?"
"There's that judgement being evident in your voice again," he tsked.
"You are so weird."