Mikhail sighed contently as his lengthy locks were combed. He melted into his brother's capable hands.
"Enjoying it?" Piotr chuckled some, "Answer the phone please."
"Allo?"
"I'm going to f**kin' kill him!"
"Phone is for you," Mik handed it off to his younger brother.
Pete placed it against his ear, "Hello Logan," he heard the shout and knew precisely who it was.
"I've been dragging his a$$ back to the d mn chair for an hour!"
Victor had managed to get into more trouble, but this time Pete wasn't there to give support. So this meant that Victor was fully showing out now. Constantly getting out of the chair, trying to leave the room and things of the like.
"Ok, calm down," Piotr twisted his brother's hair into bun.
"Don't tell me to calm down! He broke the d mn timer!"
"You broke it!" the frustrated cat called
"Shut up and get back to that chair!"
"Again with the shouting match. The reason this works so well on him is because it takes his power. He, like you, hates to be powerless. He's going to fight you every step of the way."
He growled loudly over the phone.
"Do you want him to learn?"
"Gonna beat his a$$..."
"Let's be honest with ourselves, he is use to being shouted at and being struck. So it's imperative you know another way to deal with him from time to time." Another growl, "That's why the bonding is so important, so he doesn't think you're punishing him simply because it makes you feel better."
"Do I have to drag him back each time?"
"And start the time over. And keep him in the same room with you," he nodded, "Is it worth it?"
"Yes…"
"There you go then," he nodded, "If he is behaving soon perhaps you two can join us for a fun day together."
"Yeah. Thanks," he huffed, hanging up and going to drag his brother from his room. Again.
X
Logan growled, dragging his brother to the chair. Seven separate occasions of him hauling this chump to the chair. He wasn't even sure if this was punishment for him or Victor anymore.
The best, term used lightly, chair time he had with Victor was when he smashed all the chairs in the kitchen.
"What the h3ll is wrong with you!?" Logan brought the remnants of what was once possibly a chair leg down on his brother's right cheek, causing him to yell out.
"Stop! That thing has splinters!" Victor tried to push/crawl from the ground while Logan held his pants.
Another round of ten until the chair piece broke in two.
"You break another d mn thing and I will eat all 900 of your snacks in front of you, without breaking eye contact!"
"You're an a$$!" Victor sniffed rubbing his bottom, "That hurt.."
"It was supposed to hurt and when you're done in time out you can clean up your mess."
Victor pouted a lot that day, sitting on the floor since there were no chairs. But hey, at least he actually stayed put after two times of Logan dragging him back. But today who knew.
"I told you you're not to go back to that alley. That stuff is not trash, it's a delivery. Now sit." Logan scolded.
The older groaned, sliding from the chair onto the floor to weakly kick his feet.
"In the chair," Pete had been firm on him being in the chair, where Logan put him. Truth be told he didn't care about him being on the floor, long as he stayed in the spot. But no, he had to keep his stance on him being in the chair.
Vic just laid on the floor, sulking.
Logan sighed and grabbed his arm, pulling him into the chair, "sit," he twisted the egg timer, setting the time for an hour.
"Why do I have to sit for so long?"
"Because I already told you about the alley, but you still went and stole more crap. So sit there and stay for once," Logan would just take this time to fix food.
"If it's not trash they shouldn't put it by the trash."
"I agree, but bottom line is, it's not. Now take your punishment in silence."
Thirty-five minutes went by without a hitch and Logan was hopeful, but Victor has gotten all the way to the final minute before and thrown a tantrum, starting time over.
Just when minute thirty-nine hit Logan heard the sound of movement at the couch.
"Seriously Victor?" he turned to go get him. Nothing at the couch. He turned, Victor was still in the chair. Asleep, but still there, "Hey, wake up," he pat his leg, "The chair is for sleeping, not thinking….You know what I mean."
"I'm not sleeping," he opened his eyes, gasping when he saw the couch, "Where's Jason!?"
A quick glance revealed the fat thing fell from its seat, "Relax, I'll get your silly toy," he went and sat the bear up, "Now back to thinking, the sooner your time is up the sooner you'll be able to hold him."
Much to Logan's utter amazement the buzzer went off and he didn't have to fight Victor not one time. He almost felt like his brother tampered with the timer.
"No more going down that alley and getting stuff, understand?"
"Fine," the elder moved from his hated chair.
"Want some pot pie?" he asked, setting up his brother's plate for dinner.
"Yeah…"
"What's wrong with you? I know you can't possibly be pouting still," he handed him a cup of pomegranate mango juice.
"I am not pouting, I'm tired. I just got off working a 36 hour shift," Victor thanked him and prodded the cheesy mashed potatoes before forking some in his mouth.
"Well you can go to bed after you eat."
X
"Hey Victor?" Logan called, knowing in his brother was beyond asleep against his giant teddy, "Mind if I borrow this?" he smiled at the duckling print nappy cover, "You don't? Thank you." He fastened himself in before climbing in bed next to Vic.
He rubbed his Victor's head and typed into his tablet: Adults who like baby bottles?