by Kyanna Skye
Some of the moves that the fighters used reminded her of wrestling. Some of them reminded her of Kung Fu movies that she had seen as a child. Some of their attacks were powerful kicks… others relied on heavy punches… some preferred to slam their opponents to the ground and twisting arms and legs to force them to submit. She couldn’t determine if there really was any one particular set of skills involved or not. But there at least was a point system involved, and points were given or taken away depending on how well a particular attack was delivered or deflected. The matches were won by knockout, tap out, or fought to a draw from what she could tell. It was a lot to take in and make sense of.
But the rules of the fights were hardly what had captivated her attention, she decided. All that struck her were the fighters… almost with as much force as how they struck each other. There was something that was simply captivating in looking at them. Muscle… mass… ferocity… the very danger of it even held some appeal.
And it wasn’t the violence that caught her attention. It was everything else. It was how messy their hair got… the way the sweat glistened on their hardened bodies… the rippling of their muscles as they struck at each other… the grunts they made as they delivered punches… the groans as they absorbed kicks… the way they tackled each other on the mat. Yes, there was something beastly about it, but there was also something else. Something… enticing… something that was worthy of closer inspection.
Much closer.
Callie had never been attracted to men like this and until now she had never really thought about why. Growing up as she did she had always associated such things with an environment such as this: dark, violent, bloody, something that was altogether not appropriate for someone of her standing in society.
A standing that I’ve tried my whole life to ignore, she thought as she watched the fighters circle and beat each other in the ring.
Sure, most of the men that she watched in the cage had tattoos up and down their legs, their arms, their chests and bellies, their necks, their backs, and even on their faces. But somehow, their conduct in the ring allowed her to see past what she had been taught to think. They weren’t trying to bludgeon each other to death. There was sportsmanship involved. When a referee blew the whistle, they stopped. When one of them tapped out, all sense of violence and aggression ceased, and when one of them was knocked out and revived then the victor helped the loser to his feet. There was something admirable in all of that.
“And now…” said the announcer in the center of the ring as the last two fighters cleared out and cleaning crews stepped in to clean up what they could of the blood from off the mat. “The final event of the evening that you’ve all been waiting for!”
The crowd cheered, and Callie brought her eyes upon the announcer. The man was skinny, and his hair was slicked back as though he had dipped his head in a bucket of oil and his suit looked only half as expensive as the rich men that had come here to witness the matches. He stood in the center of the ring, clutching a microphone in his hand and speaking in circles to the crowd at large.
“Our challenger for the evening, weighing in at two hundred forty-five pounds, coming to us all the way from the Las Vegas Fighting Circuit… please put your hands together for Luis “Tonto” Rosales!” the skinny announcer said aloud.
From the hallway where all of the fighters had been sequestered came another fighter. This one was of Latin stock, and his hair was short and spiked on top, and despite what the announcer had said he looked like he wore just enough muscle to be light and fast. He was dressed in the usual MMA uniform… shirtless and barefoot, but with a pair of black fighting shorts. Callie found her eyes drawn to him, he was handsome, but she had seen others tonight that was more to her liking.
The fighter, Tonto, ascended the metal steps and slipped inside the cage, bouncing lightly on his feet like a boxer might and raising his hands to move the crowd to more cheers. There were more than a few wolf-whistles from the ladies in the audience, Callie noticed. She couldn’t blame them.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! This is it!” Cece said enthusiastically, bouncing in her seat. “This is it! This is the one that I wanted you to really see!”
“And now, our reigning champion for two solid years, weighing in at two hundred fifty-one pounds… he hails from parts unknown… give a round of applause for Odin!” There was a roar of deafening cries of approval from the crowd, and even Callie felt swept up in it as her eyes searched for the fighter the announcer had just described. The name alone sounded mysterious… the rest sounded yummy.
She turned and watched as the second fighter emerged from the private corridor. What she saw stole her breath away as if a vacuum had been hooked up to her lungs. Emerging from the darkened corridor was a hulking figure of a man, shrouded partly in shadow. But every step he took brought him further and further into the light.
His muscles were so finely sculpted it was as if he were a marble sculpture brought to life. His shoulders were wide, his body forming an almost “V” shape, though his waist was perfectly shaped as well. While she had admired the other fighters that had come into the arena, she found that this one had abs she could have climbed like a jungle gym.
His arms were thick, full of sinew that looked like it could have crushed boulders. His legs looked powerful, tense like they could have stomped mountains flat. His chest was bare, and his pectoral muscles were so finely developed she thought she could have ironed a shirt on his chest, and he wouldn’t have felt the heat. She was able to discern a few tattoos that she couldn’t make out the shape of on his belly, chest, and neck. His head was shaved, and when he smiled, she saw the flash of golden teeth behind his lips.
Jay?!
The thought was confirmed when he stepped fully into the light and the crowd – save for herself – rose to its feet and cheered wildly at his approach. Callie only sat where she was in stunned silence.
It felt as if someone had just cracked a lead pipe over her head. Though the crowd was alive and on its feet with excitement, she couldn’t move. It felt like liquid nitrogen had just been pumped into her heart and a shard of ice had been plunged through her eye. Her mind was befuddled, and her heart seemed to freeze…
She knew in an instant that the thoughts she had just been having… the kind that admired Jay’s body… his looks… his mannerisms… were wrong. But at the same instant, she relished the feeling that they gave her. There was something warm about them… there was a certain kind of a rush of adrenaline to them. There was something dark… something forbidden… but somehow, irresistible to those feelings.
Though the roar of the crowd was massive, she didn’t hear a single thing as the fight started. It was like she had been dipped into some kind of syrup that distorted time itself. Everything seemed to move slower… become duller… muted… heavy… it was hard to describe.
She watched Jay… Odin… whatever his name was as he moved through the cage. She forgot all about the other fighter, Tonto, and her eyes rested solely on Jay. She watched almost memorizing the shape of his body. How he moved… the way veins in his arm seemed to throb as his muscles tensed… the way his abs seemed to become harder when he took a punch to the belly, the way his chest expanded and retracted as he breathed. It was like watching some kind of an organic machine at work. It was… beautiful.
It was like watching light dance. It was like watching a landslide that somehow didn’t turn out to be destructive. It was like watching a tornado shrink into human form. It was just… unnatural… and hard to take her eyes away from.
The fight was over before she realized it.
Tonto laid face-down on the mat as medics rushed into the cage to check him. After only a few seconds one of them gave the wave off to the referee to show that he was unconscious. The ref blew his whistle, and the match came to an end, and the crowd cheered. Jay – Odin – thrust both his fists into the air as if summoning more enthusiasm from the crowd and channeling their energy into himself.
Callie stood
fixed to the spot. A jumble of thoughts went through her mind in no particular order. And all the while she was still unable to tear her eyes away from Jay’s body.
Cece doesn’t know who he is, I never introduced them! This explains his teeth! Does his father know? This is why I haven’t seen him all week! Fuck, he looks so good! What would Cece say if I told her that he was my stepbrother? How did I not know this about him? What would he say if he saw me? How can he get away with doing something like this? What’s wrong with me?
If she felt rooted to the spot right then, it became worse when he turned in the cage as if surveying the crowd… and saw her.
She held her breath like he was some kind of a predator and had set his sights on her, her only defense becoming to hold as still as she could. At first, she thought to see disgust… shame… even surprise behind his eyes when he saw her. They had never been really close, the two of them. And that she didn’t entirely like him had been plain from the beginning.
If I had known… she thought desperately… If only I had known…
He lowered his arms and continued to stare at her. She didn’t see any sign of dislike or disgust from him. In fact… what she saw was only… delight?
The rest of the crowd seemed to pick up on the fact that his attention was focused somewhere else. Peripherally she could see many pairs of eyes combing through the crowd, looking for whatever it was that he had fixed his attention upon. But apparently, they were at a loss to find what held his attention so firmly.
The commentator stepped up and began to speak again, though she wasn’t listening. Neither was Jay, by the look of it. He turned and stepped out of the ring, and she watched him as he went, thankful that she would soon be relieved of the burden of having to look at him so awkwardly… no! He turned, rounding the ring… heading towards her!
Though the crowd had been jumping and jeering at him, screaming his name and baying for more action, she would have thought that any of them – especially the women – would have mobbed him, throwing their bodies at him. But none of them did any such thing. It was as if he were a god… the best kind… one that came down to earth to mingle with mortals. No one got in his way as he approached her and as he came to stand in front of her, it seemed obvious to all that it was she that held his attention.
She was mortified to be at the center of attention of so many others. It was worse now that it had been at the wedding. Even Cece looked from her to him and back, wondering how – and why – she of all people had captivated his attention.
She tried to speak, but no words came out.
Jay did not speak either. Instead, he did something much more… profound.
He leaned in and kissed her. One hand grasped at the back of her neck and gently guided her mouth to his.
It was not a brotherly kiss. It was the kind of kiss that was given from one lover to another. She could taste him… and in more ways than one. She could taste his sweat… his breath… even the strangest feeling of being able to taste the gold in his mouth filled her. She could feel his muscles throbbing in his hand… she could feel his heart beating… she could even feel the warmth that his body radiated after his exertions. And all of it, put together, drew her in. That feeling of something forbidden yet so easily within reach filled her… and she didn’t want to let go of it.
But he let go of her.
He broke their kiss and flashed that familiar multi-million-dollar smile at her as he turned and walked away. Callie felt like she had been welded to her chair, her eyes, lips, legs, and hands were all frozen as if she had just been visited by a god that overpowered her very reason and ability to move.
Maybe I have been, she thought as he walked away. She saw looks of contempt from some of the other women as Jay – Odin – walked casually back towards the private chambers of the fighters. She saw looks of astonishment and wonder from some of the men… likely that they thought that Odin’s tastes were of a different nature. But the one that surprised her most was Cece, who sat next to her with a beaming expression on her face as she reached out and shook Callie by the shoulders as if shaking life back into her.
“Oh… my… god!” Cece said excitedly. “I envy you!”
Callie didn’t have the ability to respond aloud. But in her mind, all she could think was, Really? Because lust is the sin that I have in mind…
When Cece dropped her off back home again, the night was turning into morning. Callie had barely noticed the time go by, her mind was swirling with so many thoughts that time wasn’t really at the fore of any of it.
When she entered the house, everything was dark or powered down for the night. Only minimal lighting existed for anyone that needed to make their way about for whatever reason. The place seemed somewhat eerie when at night and she was content to return to her room, sit in silence, and try and make sense out of everything that she had seen, heard, and experienced tonight.
Why not learn it all straight from the source?
The idea held so much appeal that she stopped in her tracks and despite her misgivings about it, she lent some serious thought to the problem. But despite her desire to want to know more, only a single thought kept recurring in her mind.
He’s my stepbrother.
Normally, such a thing was like high walls to an invading army: meant to keep others out. It was a point from which others did not try to pass unless they had a good reason to. But her mind – and her mouth – still tingled with what had happened at the cage. She could still taste Jay… still feel him… and she wanted more. And the knowledge that neither her mother nor her stepfather was in the house, leaving her nor Jay more or less alone, somehow seemed to make this forbidden apple all the juicier.
I want a bite… she decided.
She turned and went off towards Jay’s room in a rush. Maybe it was curiosity… or rage… or just plain bewilderment that guided her there, but she tried very hard not to let it be lust that carried her feet to his door. Even if it was, she wanted to be certain that is what it was before she did anything… questionable.
When she arrived there, the door was closed. She wrapped her knuckles rapidly on the door. “Jay!”
There was a stirring within that sent bolts of lightning up through her feet all the way to her brain. She heard the sound of footsteps coming closer and in the span of those few precious seconds she found herself wishing that he hadn’t been there. She hadn’t even thought of what it was that she could say. Or do… both suddenly seemed like terrifying prospects.
When the door opened, Jay stood there, nearly as he had been at the cage. The image was both electric and terrifying. Cece had not shut up on the whole ride over as to how envious she was about how Callie had been able to kiss Odin! She had gone on some long rant about his looks… his muscles… his general bad-boy demeanor. And with every syllable that Cece spoke, it felt like she was describing a buried treasure that only Callie knew how to find.
She saw now that Cece had been right. He was shirtless, his tattoos were displayed prominently, but he wore a pair of jeans and tennis shoes that made him look somehow more appetizing… like a sexy cowboy, but better. He had an ice pack in one hand that was pressed against his abs, and he again wore his million-dollar smile at the sight of her.
“J-Jay…” she said, finding that her voice was trying to abandon her, and she felt her cheeks flush.
He only continued to smile.
She searched for something to say, but all of her words seemed to flee from her mouth as soon as they arrived there. She could think of plenty to say, but her mouth simply refused to acknowledge it. But her eyes began to comb over his body and it seemed that they did the talking for her, asking all the questions that her mouth failed to produce.
“I’ve been doing this a long time,” Jay said, leaning against the door frame, his muscles bulging delightfully under his own weight, somehow making him look bigger than he already was. She found her mouth going dry at the sight of it. “Dad thought it would be a good way for me to me
et people… and to learn how to intimidate them.” He shrugged. “I bet he didn’t expect that I would reach this level, though.”
Callie was still speechless, trying to form words but none issued from her mouth.
“It’s a bit funny, isn’t it? My dad being who is… everyone thinks that I’m a rich man’s son… born with a silver spoon in my ass. But when I climb into that ring… it’s like I’m wearing a cloak of invisibility. It’s like I’m hiding behind someone else’s face. And I love it. It’s an amazing feeling.”
Her mouth hung slightly agape, but still, there were no words that left her.
“I started actually competing about three years ago,” Jay went on, not caring if she said anything or not. “Won the first few fights pretty easy and I put on enough muscle to graduate into the next weight class. Before I knew it, I was tossing around every guy that I came up against in every division. I took a few hits… lost a few teeth…” he said, flashing his expensive choppers. “Then one night, this guy from the UFC shows up and says, ‘You know, you’re pretty good. Ever think about doing this sort of thing professionally? It could happen… and it could be you. Here’s my card. Give me a call.’ And, well, I’ve been doing that ever since.”
She listened, wanting to speak, but her tongue refused to cooperate.
“So far as my dad knows I just compete in unaffiliated arenas. He doesn’t know that I’m this close to hitting it big. But he thinks a few bruises… my missing teeth… even the bones that I broke after the first few fights were good. ‘It builds character,’ he said. He thinks that if I can show the world that I can take a punch… that I can be intimidating… that one day, when I’m running the company… no one will want to mess with me. That fear of what I can do physically will keep everyone else in line.”
