“You’ll do as your told, or your brother will get all the time he desires with me. I will make myself completely available….to only him.” His eyes widen, before returning to the dark atmosphere.
    “He wont do that…we share everything” Grinned his teeth, while trying to smirk at me. I had an answer for that, and even thought he’d say something along those lines.

    “Really? Are you willing to bet against that? Cause I’m will to bet, if I offered him alone time…he’d take it. I’d let him kiss me when he pleases, touch me when he wanted to….and I swear to god, if you push me anymore, I will let him do as he pleases in my bed”  Jabbing harder at the end. Watching as he gulped, before grabbing my finger.
    “NO” Shaking his head, turning me around caging me in the corner.
    “Do as I say Owen, and you be pleased when your winning ever match. I’m a good trainer, I can get you to the top. Trust me.” Grabbing his face in my hands.

    “Owen you need to trust me”  Still mad, a little of it dissipated before he pulled away leaving my house and me. Sighing as I heard the door open and close with a bang. Letting my head his the wall, I laughed more in annoyance then to feel pleasure. He was so stubborn, at least Van had the common sense to at least hear me out and maybe try it. But Owen was like a 5 year old who refused to listen, must less do anything he thought was pointless. Taking a longer shower, I crawled into my bed. They invaded my dreams, taking my breath away. Everything from watching them fight, to the way they looked at me.

    Cunnings were just that, cunning, skilled in the art of woman and so much more. Feeling the need to be loved, and held was growing stronger. It left me angry and sexually frustrated, they were so close yet I knew it was like eve and the snake. Tasting the lush fruit would be very blissful, but would happen once I took a bite out it. Would I be cursed for doing such a thing, would people see me differently. Knowing all to well that twins were indeed very good with the opposite sex. Clinging to the crisp sheets, I tossed and turned. Watching more then the tight feeling deep down, the place that needed a fill. Longing for something stronger, a stifled moan as my body arched for their touch.

    Heated with sweat my body rocked the bed, with no release in sight. Turning my face meeting a cool spot on the pillow, as I opened my eyes. Biting my lip, thinking of them, their hands, lips, eyes, everything at my calling. It was erotic thinking I could have just one, but two would prove to kill me softly. Yearning for such a death seemed to gothic, yet so perfect. Rubbing my face taking a look at the time, I had an hour before I would need to be at the gym. Cringing at the thoughts of seeing them in nothing, but work out shorts I pushed my body up and out of bed.

    Tossing my hair into a bun, grabbing a pair of matching black shorts and tank. The black sneakers I had were last, before I grabbed my keys, wallet and cell. Stuffing everything into my bra, before pushing ear buds in. Locking up I clicked on my I pod, before jogging to the gym. Fueled with the desire to knock some sense into them, I was still pinning over if he’d even show up. The mist of rain started, quickly making my body slick with a cool feeling. It was a welcome as I passed the coffee shop, skipping on my normal stop.
    Not today….I thought along with her.

Coming to an abrupt stop, seeing Van waiting outside the gym. His jacket hood pulled over his face, before his eyes looked to me. Smiling he seemed pleased to see me, but my mood fell short. Owen had chose not to come, he didn’t trust me like I thought he should. Unlocking the doors, flicking the lights on. No words as we walked upstairs, to say my feels weren’t hurt would have been a lie. Thinking I had proven I could at least, so them other ways of working out. Pushing my door open, Van sat in his normal seat. Which was tucked in the far back.
    I was going to tell him other wise, but I decided other wise. Tossing my cell, wallet and keys onto my desk I looked to him.

    “I need you to trust me, if you can’t do that then this is a waste of time” Keeping my face hard.
    “Okay” Nodding as he stood up. Waiting for him to leave, he waited for me.
    “I want you to warm up your muscles, then will begin” Nodding he headed downstairs. After a few minutes of hearing the light dropping of the heavy weight, I ventured downstairs. Van was wiping his forehead with a towel, as my foot hit the main floor.
    “Alright, lets…” The front door opened, revealing an olive green jacket. His hair wet along with everything else, stalk eyes waiting for me to speak. Holding in the smile I so very much wanted to give him, as my body turned all the way to his.
    “Your late” Putting my best game face on.

    “Sorry Coach” Was all I heard, as he dropped his jacket off on a chair.
    “Warm up, then meet me and Van in the room from yesterday.” With that I turned back to his brother, holding my tongue from spewing anymore. Coming the rest of the way to me, Van followed as Owen began his own work out. Once inside the room Van snickered, catching my full attention.
    “Your happy he’s here” Crossing his arms. Shrugging my shoulders, I wasn’t going to let on. Even thought really I was thrilled, he was finally taking me seriously.
    “Alright come here” Calling him over after I dropped a very large blue mat onto the floor. Standing next to me, I lined my body up with his.
    “Your best side is your Right?” Getting into my fighting stance, with my right hand higher.
    “Yes” Nodding

    “Okay good, for now were going to work on your legs” With a puzzled look he waited for me to explain.
    “If you can’t block, your only half a fighter.” Walking away I headed to a small locker.
    “Coach I’m done” Owen walked in, still covered in a light mist.
    “Good have a seat” Pointing to the seats they sat in yesterday. His brother gave me a smile, as he took up an empty seat.

    “Van turn around” Getting in his face. Slowly he did as I asked, when the clicking sounds of handcuff locked his arms behind his back.
    “Coach?” Spinning around, looking both worried and turned on.
    “I don’t want you to use your hands, your going to block the advancing blows with only your legs.”
    “Who’s attack am I blocking?” Looking at his brother.
    “Mine” Folding my arms.

    “Wait what? Your going to fight me?” Even Owen was surprised by this.
    “Its not considered fighting, when your hands are cuffed behind your back. Now are you ready?” Pushing my feet apart, as I lined up with him.
    “Really?” Snapping his head to Owen.

    “Stop looking for your brother for help, your facing me. If you can’t handle it, then go home” Snapping. His eyes turned back around, before nodding his head for me to go.
    “Rules don’t step off the mat. This is your ring, leaving the mat means you loose. Block my attacks with your legs, got it?” Razing my brow as he nods his head yes. Pivoting my body, the first blow charged for his lower left leg. Trying to deflect it, missing as my foot bounced into him. Another two to the other leg, just above his knee. Sliding back, as I watched him groan from the double I hit him with. Shaking my head, sending another double to his left thigh. He took the plow head on, making me growl.

    “Damn it Van, sidestep. Don’t take the blow. You’ve got plenty of mat, work your feet” Flying another kick to his left. He moved, effetely dodging my foot.
    “Good, Again” The triple I sent towards him was blocked, as he lifted his knee to push them away. Smiling I grabbed out a round house kick, threatening to catch him off guard. It grazed him, before he could fully step back. Another side kick, catching him off guard. We spent a few more minutes, before I stopped unhooking the cuffs.

“Alright Owen your up” Waving him over. Van dropped himself into a chair, rubbing his legs. With a shaking head and an exasperated breath, he sent Owen a warning look. Grabbing Owen by the arm, pushing him around before I clipped the cuffs.
    “Little ruff Coach?” Eyeing me over his shoulder.

    “You ain’t seen nothing” Turning him back around, so we could start. Being Rougher on Owen was childish, to say the least. However I was still pissed with him, and he just so happen to be a great way for me to get out some anger. It also helped that he couldn’t send back a kick of his own. Kick after intense kick, pushing him close to the edge of the mat. Backing him into a corner, as my legs relentlessly pounded his flesh. Taking almost every blow, almost as though he knew why I was going harder on him. Stopping after the same amount of time had passed, with Van I gave him a calm look.

    His legs were just as black and blue as his brothers, if not worse. Spinning him around, while I unclipped the cuffs he walked over sitting just as defeated as Van.
    “Now count the bruises, you each have.” Razed brows and titled lips were their comebacks.
    “23” Van grumbled, looking past my eyes. Turning to Owen, he seemed reluctant to answer the question.

    “34” Keeping his voice as low as possible. Still keeping my hard face, my feet moved to them.
    “Had this been a real fight, I would of gotten more. Your not using your limbs to block. If you continue to take blows, you’ll loose” Frowning. He just couldn’t handle the words, and without the pile he tossed at me was all I could take.
    “Cuffing us doesn’t count. I could of defended myself, if I didn’t have them on” His eyes growling along with his lips.

    “Is that so?” Taking another threatening step to him.
    “Yes” Standing up a little off balanced. Turning around I walked out of the room, headed to my locker. Picking my wraps out of my locker, I took the time to wrap my hands before heading back into the room. They were talking with one another, when they gave me a grave look.

“Lets go” Pulling my fingers in and out to Owen. Turning to his brother, he shrugged.
    “I’m not fighting you” Huffing.
    “Either you fight me, or you don’t train in this gym”
    “WHAT! You can’t do that”
    “I just did” Spreading my feet. Again he looked to Van for help, but received nothing.
    “This isn’t wise” Walking the few feet to the mat.
    “You let me worry about that, rules are the same. Stay on the mat No face or groin. Van your in charge of stopping either of us.” Owen sounded like an irritated child.
    “Ready?” Cocking my head.
    “This is stupid” Grabbing his hips. Grinding my teeth, my body spun around snapping my left leg into his chest. Effetely pushing him off the mat, leaving my foot in mid air.

“This isn’t a game Owen. Take your appointment seriously.” Lowering my leg, as he held his stomach looking like he just unleashed hell.
    “Fine. But its not my fault if you get hurt” Clenching his fists, standing in formation. Rocking my head laughing, clenching my teeth together.
    “To shay.”
    “Go” Van said keeping a close eye on us.

Slowly circling each other, I had only watched him fight once. It being the only real idea of his fighting style, I waited picking up smaller details from the way he moved around. His foot slid implying he was stetting himself up for a kick, one eye on his face while the other scanned his body. Left foot rippled out, as he aimed for my side. Turning my left arm sideways, knocking it away as my right fist jabbed him in the gut.

    Spinning out of the way when he sent his own fist, towards my gut. The spiral kicks I sent his way, seemed to throw him off. Wasting no time in grabbing his arm, pulling him off balance. Ramming my knee into his side, before letting him go. Getting out of his range, when he shot up. His face said it all, annoyed he charged not thinking his movements threw. Turning quickly bringing my knee again into his side, causing him to groan out with a heaved breath.