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Four fists were raised. The two massive men stalked each other in the narrow alley. Mike made the first move, throwing a jab-cross combination that Jack easily evaded, just as Mike had expected him to. They shadowboxed, bobbing and weaving and looking for any opening to do some damage.

Mike threw another jab that feel well short, and got a short jab back in return. He threw another, but this time Jack stepped forward and threw a combination of his own that landed hard on Mike’s face. Mike’s eyes widened in surprise at the power behind the other man’s blows. For the first time, he realized that he was in for a real fight.

He lunged forward, throwing punches, driving Jack backwards, and Jack had to step to the side to avoid being trapped against the wall. Mike followed after him, and threw a hard left that made Jack’s face contort in pain. Jack shook his head as if to try to clear the cobwebs, and Mike waded in, throwing hooks to the body that drew very satisfying grunts from the other man, and a solid cross to the face that sent Jack spinning around to land face first into a huge pile of reeking garbage.

“Just where you belong, fucker,” Mike said mockingly, then spat on his fallen opponent. As the liquid hit Jack’s bare back, the other man’s body stiffened, and he pushed himself up and turned to face Mike again. The look of rage on his face would have sent most people running for their lives, but Mike just smiled. Obviously this asshole wanted some more, and Mike was going to give it to him.

They squared off again, but this time as Mike threw a jab, Jack’s hand shot up, caught his wrist, and pulled hard. Off balance, Mike staggered forward, and a left hook caught him right under the ribs! He doubled over, gasping for breath, and Jack grabbed his head with both hands and brought a knee up right into his face!

Mike’s head snapped back, and he felt Jack’s hands grab both of his ears, and then pain exploded right behind his eyes. Headbutt, the fucker must have headbutted him. His nose started throbbing and he knew it must be broken, and he staggered back, the stars still dancing in front of his eyes.

His back hit the wall, and Jack was right there, throwing punches into Mike’s abs. Mike was still stunned from the headbutt and couldn’t tighten his gut the way he normally did when taking a gut punch, and Jack’s were driving deep into him, driving the wind from his body, doubling him over, wheezing. Then Jack threw an uppercut that caught Mike right on the chin, snapping his back and making his skull impact the bricks behind him. His legs gave out and he sank to the pavement. He felt something wet hit his face, and heard Jack say, “I’m going to go finish my workout. Remember who the alpha is in this gym.”

Fury gave him new life. He opened his swelling eyes to see Jack put his t shirt in his bag and zip it up. Scrambling to his feet, he lunged at Jack from behind, tackling the other man and bringing him down to the ground!

Jack tried to roll onto his back to face Mike, but Mike wasn’t letting him. Jack only made it to his side, blood dripping from Mike’s nose onto Jack’s chest, before Mike had his arms pinioned over his head with one hand; leverage and gravity were on his side. His other hand…Mike smiled.

He began to pound Jack’s face, punch after vicious punch after merciless punch, not stopping until he saw a beautiful, wide cut begin to open under Jack’s right eye. He rolled Jack completely onto his back and straddled him, raining hard, nonstop punches, down on his fallen enemy.

But Jack wasn’t done yet. His legs snaked up and caught Mike around the head, and brought him down onto his back with a tremendous impact. Mike barely had a chance to register the reversal before Jack was on him, his hands going for Mike’s throat. Mike slammed the butt of his hand into Jack’s cheek, and the cut grew a little wider. With his other hand, he grabbed a handful of Jack’s hair, and the two men began to roll back and forth across the alley, punching and headbutting each other all the while.

Finally, Mike, thrown onto on his back, got a leg between his body and Jack’s and kicked the other man off of him. He slowly got to his feet, his body aching from the abuse it had taken on top of the hard workout he’d already done. His vision was still puffy, but he thought that Jack was taking just a long to get up, but the fury in his eyes was obvious even to Mike’s swelling ones.

The two men sprang at each other again, leading with their fists and their chins, and savage, powerful punches found their way to their faces. Mike’s nose throbbed painfully every time Jack’s fists landed anywhere near it, but the entire side of Jack’s face was a sheet of blood from the cut he’d opened.

For what seemed like hours, Mike traded bombs with Jack. Kicks, too; Mike’s thigh was bruised from the savage impacts delivered by Jack’s foot. Now and then, they would get in close enough to wrestle on their feet, and each would slam the side on his head into the other man’s face, trying to do even more damage. It was when they were wrestling that Jack’s head slammed into Mike’s cheek – and his ear was right in front of Mike’s gasping mouth.

Mike didn’t think about it. His teeth closed down on Jack’s vulnerable ear.

Jack screamed and began thrashing wildly to try to break Mike’s grip on him. Mike kept his hold on the other man and bit down even harder, reveling in Jack’s shrieks of agony. But then he felt Jack’s other hand, off-balance but still strong as hell, press on his Adam’s apple and SQUEEZE……

Mike immediately let go of Jack and broke the chokehold before Jack could get balanced enough to do it right. He backed away a couple of steps, rubbing his throat, while Jack, bent over, held his ear. Jack straightened up and fixed Mike with a look of absolute hatred. “Biting?” he growled. “BITING?”

“Yeah, why not?” Mike said, his voice mocking and nasty. “No fucking rules!”

“Fine.” Jack was coming at him again, fists up, and Mike immediately brought his up in response.

So when his balls exploded in agony, he was completely unprepared.

Mike sank to his knees, pain shooting up and down his body from Jack’s kick. The kick had been solid, with all the force Jack had behind it, and Mike had walked right into it, he hadn’t even tried to dodge it.

Jack had found a chair somewhere. Mike tried weakly to get up and fend him off, but Jack swung and caught him right across the face, sending his spit flying across the alley and spinning him down to his stomach. As he tried to rise, Jack’s boot slammed into his ribs, then again, then again, then again.

Mike curled into a ball and tried to protect himself, but Jack’s merciless kicks kept coming in, and his arms and legs weren’t responding to him anymore. And as soon as the kicks stopped, Mike felt Jack pulling on his hair and forcing him back up to his feet.

Jack, his face a mask of blood, stared into Mike’s eyes, which refused to focus on the other man. “Like I said,” he growled, “remember – always remember – who the alpha is in this gym.” He drew his fist back.

And that was all Mike remembered until he woke up. He was in a bed. Something was beeping. There was an IV inserted into his wrist. He was in the hospital.

And almost on cue, a man in a white coat came into the room. “Well, you’re awake,” he said. “Care to tell me what happened?” A name tag on his coat said that he was Doctor McCarthy.

“I must have gotten mugged,” Mike said shortly.

Dr. McCarthy’s eyebrow rose in skepticism. “Your wallet was found in your bag,” he pointed out, “and your money and credit cards were still in it. Also, your shirt was off, but in one piece, so those ‘muggers’ didn’t rip it off you. And muggers don’t generally take the time to leave their victims covered in semen. So do you want to change your story?”

“I must have gotten mugged,” Mike said again.

The doctor shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said shortly. “I’ll report your ‘mugging’ to the police, and they’ll certainly want a statement from you. We’re keeping you overnight, but you’ll be released first thing in the morning.”

He left. Mike leaned back and swore silently to himself. He’d clam up to the cops, of course, but the image of Jack was spinning in his mind. He was going to get revenge somehow.

Someday.