A goofy little story :p

-Sparing with a twist-

The Austrian grunted as he tumbled to the ground from her sweeping him straight of his feet. He looks up at her a bit surprised at that move, but there is also a hint of admiration in his eyes unable to even process that she had beaten him this time. "'that was a dirty move," he growled in annoyance.

Tyra only gave König a smug smirk. She stood about 6' and weighed roughly about 220 lbs of mostly muscle. "You're only mad I beat you big boy." She said, a hint of satisfaction and pride in her tone. She walked over to König putting her hand out as an offer to help him up off his ass.

That same smug smirk stayed plastered on her face as her gaze looked down upon him. The satisfaction of beating a man practically double her height and weight only filled her heart with pride. Although they were friendly she couldn't help but throw a few attitude filled comments his way once in a while. It was how they banter after all. "You want a second round to redeem yourself? Or are you calling it quits for the day?" she grunted, sweat dripping down her face and body. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the workout as she wiped the sweat out of her eyes with the back of her hand.

König took her hand as she then hoisted him up, "Yes, another round, I shall redeem myself and show you what real strength looks like." His dark blue eyes narrowing behind his black balaclava. His eyes held a glint of challenge and warning, as if to tell her that he wasn't going to hold back, that this time, he was, going to win.

Tyra could only help but feel a shiver shoot down her spine. Trying her best to conceal what that gaze did to her. But to her dismay, König saw right through her, however he kept his mouth shut.

"You ready or what?" she scoffed waiting for him to throw the first punch, Tyra LOVED shit talking. That was one of the qualities she possessed that she was most proud of, because she knew she could get into people's heads and fuck up their game. König however was the only person she could never get a rise out of, it was like he wouldn't listen. In turn that only fueled her need to try and get a reaction out of him more than ever.

König just stared at her, his firsts were up and ready to fight, but, he just stayed there with those piercing eyes. That simple action alone only pissed Tyra off to no end, "Come on big boy, you gonna throw a punch or what? You to scared? Gonna go cry to your mommy like the little bitch you are?" she spat. Throwing one insult after another, so desperately trying to get him to crack.

Not even a second passed before Tyra found herself on the floor with blood dripping down her lip from her nose and a split lip. How was she unable to see that coming. "Mother fuc-" She cursed before not even a millisecond later she dodged another swing. She scrambled to her feet trying to gain distance to get herself together. She did so regaining her composure and as if a switch flipped she was ready to fight, because she knew that this fight there was no holding back.

König on the other hand felt this weird feeling in his chest, almost like this possessiveness, but not in a protective way but in such a way it was almost like he enjoyed watching her scramble, that small hint of fear in her eyes. It only fueled this fire he wasn't sure was anger or lust, what really made him question it was the way he found the blood from her busted lip and nose drip down her face, it tracing the contour of her lips, and the way her eyes got glossy from the sharp pain his hits caused. He did warn her that he wasn't going to hold back, so he expected the same in return. "Bring it asshole-" she growled as she threw a hard kick to his ribs causing him to let out a small wheeze as he stepped back gaining distance to find his next move.

They went at it for what felt like an hour, their bodies only able to handle so much, Tyra and König circling each other trying to find the next hit to throw at each other. They both landed pretty hard hits on each other their bodies beginning to give out, Their breathing ragged as their piercing glares never tore away from each other. Tyra went in for another punch but her exhaustion got the best of her and caused a slip up, it was too late, she found herself pinned to the ground by strong hands squeezing her neck. She gasped for air, cursing and clawing at him, König found himself enjoying it... maybe a little too much.

Tyra's eyes widen as her supply of oxygen gets cut off and she struggles to breathe, König leans in the fabric of his balaclava brushing against her cheek as he growls into her ear. "Watch that fucking mouth, or else I wil put it to good use-" His deep german accent sending electricity down her spine and straight to her core.

Never would she ever would have guessed that he was going to say that, or do what he did next. König lifted his balaclava just enough to expose his mouth, his mouth found her neck and sunk his teeth into it, just as soon as he bit her he pulled away planing a soft tender kiss to the mark before pulling away completely and covering his face again with the balaclava and letting go of her neck. Tyra gasped for air as it re entered her lungs, she sat up propped up by her elbows as she stared at him is disbelief. König got up and walked away and out of the room with no words, Tyra sat there her mind filled with SO MANY thoughts. 

a/n - Hi hi! hope you enjoyed! let me know if you want this to be a full on story or if one shots might work better. I'm no where near professional writing so I apologize for the harsh transitions, trust they will get better the more I write! Any who, bye you freakozoids! :p