Grimaulkin grinned as he saw Ben slam his fist into a man's face. Blood spurted from the wound, not as high or as wide as Hollywood could make it. Blood didn't spatter like that in real life.
The man stumbled and fell back against the wall, putting both hands against it to steady himself. Ben stepped back, calm as could be.
Ben knew that some street fighters, at the sight of their own blood, would be either coldly angry or charge at him like a bull. This was one of the latter.
With a roar, he went at Ben, who easily sidestepped him and slammed a fist hard into the man's kidneys, most probably rupturing them. The man fell sideways, howling. Ben then leapt on him, and began beating the man into unconsciousness.
The more blows Ben rained upon the man, the more Grim felt himself harden in his pants. Watching his lover "work" always made him horny. To know that this man with such strength and power, could express so much tenderness to him, this made him both proud and hot.
Finally, Ben rose from the still form of the bloodied man, his arm raised in victory. The crowd began exchanging their money, and Ben got his cut from his handler. He turned to see Grim standing alone in the crowd, his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels, with a boyish smile on his face. Ben's heart swelled at seeing his boyfriend; and another part of his anatomy threatened to swell also. However he kept it under control by taking off the bloodstained chains wrapped around his arms and hands.
Grim came over. "You made quick work of him. I expected a couple of rounds."
"I was in a hurry," Ben said, and kissed Grim lightly on the mouth.