Disclaimer: I own all four Three Ninjas movies on VHS, but that's all I own. I swear.
Author's Note: Warning, slash and incest, blah blah blah.
Mockery
Jeffrey Douglas couldn't lose. There wasn't a bone in his body that could admit defeat, and so he fought, and fought, and fought until he came out on top every time. This often had its benefits, this refusal to surrender to the odds, whether it was winning the baseball game by hitting that grand slam when needed, pulling his marks up from high sixties to low eighties to get into his girlfriend's college, or using every last bit of his strength to claim the martial arts championship to secure for himself a hefty scholarship. If he put his mind to it, Jeffrey Douglas could pull off anything.
Which was funny, in a way, because his older brother had always been the 'mind' in the four-piece rope his grandfather never stopped talking about. He, on the other hand, was Colt, or 'spirit,' or less commonly, 'bastard,' depending on the situation. This foolhardy recklessness was important, his grandfather insisted, though why he wasn't quite sure. There were times when he thought Rocky knew, but then, there wasn't much his older brother didn't know, so that hardly surprised him.
Still, Colt figured that Rocky understood his desire to win, which these days was getting harder and harder when he went up against his brother in practice skirmishes. Rocky was older, stronger, and quicker, able to place more accurate strikes, and one night, while sparring of their own initiative late into the midnight hours, Rocky pinned Colt and demanded he give up.
Colt responded by slamming his lips against his older brother's, thinking maybe this fight he could win. And he did. Hard, fast, hot, and rough, he won. He defeated his brother for the first time in his life.
After that night, Rocky started thinking and decided that maybe he had best stop calling his brother 'Colt' and use Jeff's real name. They couldn't be little kids forever, after all.