It was between wars and James and Victor were trying to find something to make a living. James sighed. The only kind of work they found was boring, and he hated doing it.

Victor stared at the window. He wanted another war to start up so he'd have some action.

James sighed. He had to go to work soon, but he'd rather sleep. He laid down in his bed.

Victor checked the clock, "Hey, sleeping beauty!" he called, "Wake up."

He groaned. "Leave me alone."

"You're going to be late for work again, runt,"

He sighed. "So? Do I look like I care?"

"I do. I am not working for the both of us."

He groaned. "Come on, I have a terrible job. Why can't I miss just a few minutes of it?"

He rolled his eyes, "Get up and be ready in the next ten minutes or I'm coming in there and dressing you myself."

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" he rolled his eyes and fell back asleep.

"Not half as much as the fangirls," he said under his breath.

He was dead to the world.

After ten minutes Victor grumbled as he got out of his comfy chair and went to the room they shared. His brother was sleep and still not dressed. He wouldn't have minded if he was dressed and sleep but he wasn't. He growled and got his clothes out.

James heard him come in and slowly opened his eyes, still half asleep.

Victor pulled the covers off. He wasn't wearing a shirt so that made it easier to dress him to a degree.

"What are you doing?" he asked sleepily.

He pulled the shirt over his head and pulled his arms through, "Helping you dress since you evidently never learned how to dress yourself."

He growled and pulled away. "Stop, it's not funny!" He adjusted his shirt. "Do you know how many fangirls are screaming about this?"

"Well then dress yourself and I wont!" he pulled his pants off and grabbed hi s work pants, "Get off your lazy $ and get dressed.

He grabbed his pants and put them on. "$hole."

He slapped his butt hard.

"Ow!" he grabbed his butt and glared at him, "What the heck?"

"Hurry and leave or you'll get more," he glared.

He growled at him, then grabbed his vest and left. To a bar, not work.

Victor relaxed and drank his rum. He was happy to have some time to him and the house.

Until the foreman called to inform James he was fired for not showing up to work again.

Victor growled fuming. He'd wait for his brother to get back and kill him.

Logan stayed out for his regular work hours, then walked back to the house like he was exhausted from working all day.

"How was work?" Victor asked from the couch.

He shrugged. "Same as usual. Annoying." He went to his room to go sleep.

"Really?" he nodded. He'd let him get ready for bed.

He undressed and put his pajama pants on, then crawled into bed.

Victor sat upon him.

He groaned. "You got a problem?"

"You'll never believe what happened to me after you left for work."

"Do I care?"

He jumped and landed back on him, "It's incredibly funny," he told him.

He grunted and grit his teeth. "Funny enough to break my back?"

"Oh more then that," he smirked

"Fine. Tell me."

"Your boss called," he told him,

He groaned. That couldn't be good.

"And said you're fired," he smiled.

He froze. "Fired?"

"Oh yeah," he nodded, "For missing work. Again."

He swallowed. "You know, I don't think I want to go to bed yet. I think I'll go for a walk." He tried to get up.

He nodded and jumped back on him.

He grunted. "I wish you'd stop doing that..."

"Ok I will," he got off and grabbed his brother's hair to pull him up.

"Ow!" he grabbed his hair. "What the heck?"

He threw him over the bed.

He tried to stand. "What are you doing, freak?"

He put his foot on his back and held him down, "Aren't you one to talk, Jimmy?" he said taking his belt off.

He twisted to get loose. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled.

"Keep moving and I'll sit on you," he warned pushing him down harder and leaning forward taking his pants down.

He grabbed his pants and tried to pull them up. "Stop!"

He sounded annoyed.

He sat directly on his back, "I don't think so, " he pulled them down again and whacked his butt hard with the belt.

He gasped at the pain. "Who do you think you are?" he yelled, bringing his claws out, "You can't do that!"

"Sure I can," he brought it down again, "You could've just went to work instead of sneaking off to I don't care where and then playing it off like you did go to work."

He groaned. That really hurt. "I'm not a kid, Vic."

"What kind of adult behavior was that!"

"The kind where I'm old enough to make my own decisions," he growled.

He continued to bring it down in a steady rhythm, "Yeah but doing that just insures me you want me to take care of you."

He rolled his eyes. "Think that if you want. I don't. Get off me."

"You made me dress you," he began, "I cook for you, and now I have to work to bring money home for both of us. You're getting another job in the morning."

"I never made you dress me," he growled, squirming as the swats started hurting a lot, "You decided to."

"Because you wouldn't get out of your bed and do it yourself."

"You didn't give me a chance," he pushed forward with his legs.

"I gave you ten minutes!"

"Did you?" he grunted. "...All I remember is waking up to you pulling my clothes off.

"Stop speaking so loudly," he warned, "The fangirls come to feed around this time," he continued.

He cursed at the stupid fangirls.

He just continued to bring it down, "not to mention the fact that you lied."

"When?" he growled, trying not to cry.

"Again! When was the first time!"

"When did I lie to you?"

"When was the first time or however many times you've been claiming to go to work and haven't?" he whacked him hard.'

He flinched forward. "Ah! It was only once!"

"So you're getting fired from two missed days?"

"Maybe I missed a few more than that," he admitted.

"Then that's still more then one," he growled hitting him hard.

He kicked. "Ow!" Stop! I get it, I won't lie any more!"

He just continued to whack him, "Next time you do it will be worst then this." he warned.

"How could it be worse?" he sniffed,

"A lot of ways. Like after beating you to oblivion with the belt, just when you think it's safe I can beat you with my hand."

He winced. That would hurt a lot. "S-sorry."

"You'd better be," he gave him five more hits then got off him.

He cried silently and rubbed his butt. Even if he did heal, this would take a while to recover from.

Victor rubbed his head, "OK, I'm done."

He climbed into bed, leaving his pants down, and tried to go to sleep.

Victor relaxed for a minute then suddenly heard the familiar noise, "Oh crap, Logan wake up!"

"Don't spank me again," he groaned.

"I'm not!... Not yet anyway. Get up and help me!" he said grabbing the hammer and the boards.

He got up, pulled his pants up and walked over. Then he heard them. "Not again!" he groaned, "How do they keep finding us!" He began to hammer boards in front of the doors and windows.

"I don't know!" He ran and hammered the back door shut. He stopped and sniffed the air, "Get to shelter, they brought reinforcements."

He whimpered and went down to the basement.

Victor followed him and closed the door and when t down and closed the metal door. It wasn't long before they heard the front door kicked in, "Great another thing for me to fix," he complained quietly.

He nodded. "Just hope they don't find us this time," he whispered.

"Me either,"

He paused as they heard some commotion, "I got Logan's socks!" One girl proclaimed.

He rolled his eyes. Not again. "We need to go clothes shopping tomorrow, there's going to be nothing left. I wish they'd at least leave money for us."

"It could be so much worst."

"It could be the fanboys again," he shuddered.

He shivered in fear. Fanboys were the worst. "I have nightmares about them."

"It's ok, I'm here. I have them too," he nearly cried at the memory of the fanboys who dressed like them and went to the yaoicon, "We'll make it through this."

He nodded. Soon the noise overhead began to die down.

"I think they're gone. But incase we might'se well get comfy down here," he sighed and pulled out a pillow.

He nodded. "It could be a trap." He leaned against his brother.

He sighed, "I hope they're gone by morning," he leaned against the door and handed Logan a pillow.