fight club. lh ; mc.

dos.

Luke learns that the new guy's name is Michael.

And Zayn was right, he was gorgeous.

He's got this pale skin that is a stark contrast against the black tattoos that litter his arms, and his eyes are green but the left one is somehow a shade of brown on one side, and his hair is a shocking, fake red colour. He's stunning, even with all the bruises and cuts covering him, and Luke hates it.

Michael is as good a boxer as Ashton said he would be, too. He knocked Zayn out in the first five minutes of their match, maybe it was so fast because he has half a foot on Zayn and he towered over him, or maybe it was because Michael has hard fists and knows how to use them.

Either way, Zayn's ego was as shattered as his pretty face was.

"Hemmings, Clifford, in the ring right now." Ashton's voice is assertive, dominant, and it shocks Luke out of his thoughts.

Everyone is looking at him expectantly, because Michael is already in the ring with his fists wrapped up and his guard in his mouth, a brow cocked at Luke as if to tell him 'I'm waiting.'.

Calum wraps Luke's fists for him, pats him on the back for good luck as he steps into the ring, jamming his own blood stained guard into his mouth.

Luke and Michael just glare at each other with hard, cold eyes, and Michael looks like he's ready to kill, his pretty face scrunched up into an ugly expression as he smacks his glove covered hands together.

Ashton looks between the two boys, "Guys, this isn't a match so don't be too hard on each other. Luke, I expect you to stand longer than Malik and if you don't, I don't want you showing your face around here for a very long time."

Luke feels a wave of sickness wash over him at Ashton's words.

"Go, then!" Ashton shouts, and Luke barely has enough time to duck down as Michael throws his first punch.

Luke knocks the boy in the ribs and he hears Michael grunt, and the anger riles up in him as fast as arousal would, as he throws another punch, this time right into Michael's left temple, sending his body toppling over, and the redhead lands with a harsh thud on the ground.

There's no time at all before Michael is shoving his leg out, kicking Luke harshly in the groin, and that's all it takes for the blonde to launch himself at the younger boy, sitting himself down harshly on Michael's stomach and bracketing him in with thighs tightly pressed to his waist to lock him in place.

Michael doesn't look fearful, even with Luke looming over him with a look on his face like he wants to murder him, and that makes Luke even more angry. He throws another punch at the young boy's face, this time landing with a satisfying crack to his nose, and Michael's groaning at the pain but doesn't even take a second before he's rising up and smashing his head against Luke's own, sending the tall blonde backwards and off of Michael's slim frame.

Their positions have changed, now Michael is the one looming over Luke and the blonde is honestly frightened, Michael can probably see it in his eyes.

Michael's grinning down at him, "Not so fun when it's the other way around, is it, Princess?" His voice is spiteful, raw, condescending, and then he's punching Luke so hard in the mouth that the blonde bites on his tongue, tastes the coppery, metallic taste of crimson blood rushing to fill his senses in a split second.

Luke just glares up at Michael, spitting his guard out, and proceeding to spit the blood in his face.

The fight is raw and animalistic, their hatred for each other showing in the way that they throw punch after punch, each one just as hard as the last.

In the end, Ashton has to split them up, when Michael punches Luke so hard in the side of the head that his eye socket breaks with a satisfying crunch.

"Enough! Enough!" Ashton roars, as Calum grabs at Michael and pulls his arms behind his back, keeping him locked there as a continuous amount of blood drips from his battered and abused mouth.

Ashton's got Luke's arms so tight in his grip that Luke knows his wrists are gonna be bruised, but he doesn't care. Luke didn't back down, Luke didn't lose, he doesn't give a fuck how mad Ashton is.

The blonde glances up at the timer on the wall. Thirty three minutes, four seconds.

The hazel eyed brunette drags Luke out of the ring, and Michael just shoots a smug smirk in the blonde's direction.

Luke's going to make him wish he were dead.