For the Lady's Honor

Spike lay on the ground, staring up at Buffy. She towered over him, with a look of snide disgust on her face.

“You’re beneath me,” she stated with finality and threw the money at him. It scattered in a cascade of useless paper at him, and he could do nothing as he watched her turn and leave. Tears welled up in his eyes, though his inner beast growled that he should follower her and rip her throat out. A strangled sob forced its way past his lips as he reached down to gather his money. Like it or not, he still needed it.

“Wow, that was some take-down,” a voice emerged from the nearby alley.

Spike jerked to his feet. “Who’s there?” Spike found that slipping into big bad mode was a little bit harder when he was still trying desperately to keep tears from falling. A young man slowly emerged from the darkness of the alley. Spike was, to say the least, disappointed. “What the bloody hell do you want?” He returned to the task of gather the scattered bills.

“I was just commenting. She really whooped some ass, didn’t she?” The boy chuckled. “I mean, I knew she was muscular. I even saw her in action, so to speak. But I really had no idea.”

This gave Spike pause, and he slowly raised himself up to his full, if not all that impressive, height. “You know Buffy?” he asked cautiously.

The boy laughed loudly. “Know her? Yeah, I guess you could say that. Name’s Parker.” He glanced at the large amounts of cash Spike was gripping in his white knuckled fists. “If I had known she was getting desperate enough to pay, I might’ve looked her up.” He chuckled lightly.

“Parker…” Spike growled low in his throat. “So you’re that wanker, are you?”

Parker raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh nothing,” Spike responded, suddenly becoming exceedingly nonchalant. He shoved his money deep into the pockets of his coat and took a few steps toward the boy. “It’s just; I have a little message from the lady.” Without warning, he smashed his fist straight into Parker’s face. Spike reeled back with a bellow of pain, clutching his free hand to his temple. Parker stumbled back in shock and fell flat on his ass. Blood leaked from his nose.

“What the hell?!?!” he yelped pathetically.

Spike was glaring at him with a hatred strong enough to make Parker shrink back more afraid than he thought was rational. Spike took two striding steps towards him, shifting into game face with a devilish chuckle. He knelt over Parker and brought their faces close together.

“I’ll tell ya, I was feeling pretty low just then. But things are looking up because I can’t think of a single ponce in this godforsaken town who is more in need of a severe ass kicking than you.”

“Dude, I don’t even know you,” Parker stammered.

“Ah, but you do know the girl.”

“Who? Buffy? This is about her?” Parker asked, his annoyance shrieking through his fear. “I didn’t do a damn thing to her!”

“Oh but you did, little man. And now, I’m gonna make you pay.” Spike lifted Parker bodily by his shoulders and began dragging him down the alleyway. In the darkness, he slammed Parker face first against the rough brick of the wall. “She might be a self-righteous bitch, but she deserves better than the likes of you. Besides,” his voice became oddly light, almost giddy, “been a long enough time since I’ve had an excuse to really wreak havoc.” He held one hand firm on Parker’s back, holding him to the wall, and used his other to ruffle the boy’s hair. “So congrats, Mate. Looks like it’s your lucky night.” He chuckled deep in his throat. He knew the chip would only let him do so much, but as long as he wasn’t technically intending to hurt the boy, it should leave him alone. There was that pesky part of his brain that screamed for blood, but he’d gotten rather good at ignoring it over the long months since he’d been effectively neutered.

“Look, man, I don’t want any trouble, I swear. I didn’t mean to insult you or whatever. I was just walking by, I promise.” Parker began to blubber. “Please…please just let me go.”

“Oh I’ll let you go,” Spike whispered into Parker’s ear. “I’ll let you go right and proper, as soon as I repay the wrong you once gave her.” Spike smiled. It was so much easier for him to turn his anger at this boy than stop to think about Buffy, and all that had happened between them tonight, let alone his growing feelings. This was simple. It was animalistic. And he loved every moment of it.

“W-What do you mean?” Parker stammered, his words sounding squashed as he spoke from the side of his mouth not pressed uncomfortably into the brick. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Oh I think you know,” Spike chided. “Least if you have half the brains you act like you’ve got, you should have figured it out by now.” Spike reached around Parker’s waist and grabbed him sharply by the groin. It wasn’t enough to set off the chip, but it was enough to make Parker yelp. Spike laughed giddily, his voice carrying with it a touch of what could only be described as insanity. He began mumbling to himself as he unceremoniously yanked Parker’s zipper down and began pulling as best he could with only one hand. “Bloody bitch can step on me all she wants, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let a sodding little twit like you talk about her.” He hardly realized what he was saying as he finally got Parker’s jeans and boxers down to his ankles. He chuckled evilly at the sight of the young man’s pale ass cheeks exposed to the night air so blatantly. Parker began to whimper.

“Please…look I’m sorry! But I didn’t do anything wrong I swear! It’s not my fault she got the wrong idea…” He tried to push himself off the wall only to have Spike slam him back. Spike gasped as the chip gave a warning twinge, but he did not lessen the pressure.

“Oh you’re sorry? Sorry don’t cut it mate. Least not yet. You’ll be good and sorry by the time I’m through with you.” He began fumbling with his own zipper, and he heard Parker give an involuntary, rather terrified moan as he realized the extent of what was going to happen to him.

Spike didn’t bother to pull his own pants all the way down. He merely unzipped far enough
to free himself. The tussle with Buffy had given him a rather uncomfortable erection, and it had only wilted a tiny bit, and the thought of the violence he was about to do only made him harder.

“Quit your whinin’,” he mumbled softly, menacingly into Parker’s ear, being sure to press his hard cock right against the boy’s asshole. “Something tells me you’re going to like this.” And, without any preamble, he thrust himself, hard, into Parker’s virgin hole. Both men howled in pain. This was one hurt the chip was not about to allow. Parker broke into sobs as tissue ripped to allow Spike’s considerable size to enter him. Blood dribbled down the portion of Spike’s cock that was still exposed. The smell of it drove him nearly mad, as he slowly forced his way all the way in. He grunted as both the tightness of Parker’s ass and the continued waves from the chip caused him considerable pain. But pain was a way of life, and it could be dealt with. He’d be feeling this one for days, but it would be worth it.

“Please….” Parker sobbed, but he could form no other words, so it seemed, for he said nothing more.

Spike closed his eyes and remained still for a long moment, waiting for the last pain from the chip to subside. He didn’t know how much of the pain he would be willing to stand, but he was pretty sure that if he could just insure that Parker gave in…accepted what was happening, the chip would stop. It wasn’t really hurting, technically, if Parker went along with it, was it?

Spike pulled slowly out, and was relieved that the chip did not activate, even as Parker whimpered. He carefully eased himself back in. The chip sent another roll of pain through his head, but it wasn’t as strong this time.

Parker was biting his lip, drawing a thin line of blood. Spike chuckled at the sight, and let one hand snake around the boy’s waist. He grabbed Parkers cocked tightly in one fist and leaned close to his ear.

“Just sit back and relax, you know you like it.” Spike jerked himself out sharply and was surprised when the chip didn’t go off at all. He slid in and out a few more times, as Parker’s hole stretched to accommodate him. The dull ache in his head was a nuisance, but he didn’t care. Lightly, he began stroking the young man’s cock. “You’re nothing but a whore, you know that right?”

Parker whimpered, but made no other response.

“A slut. You whore yourself out and you’re not worth the ten minutes it takes you to get off.” He slowly began pumping in and out of Parker’s ass, stroking his dick in time to his thrusts. Suddenly, a realization came to him, and he paused. “I’m right! You do like this. Admit it.”

Parker shook his head, a tear sliding down his cheek.

Spike thrust sharply into him. He knew it had to hurt him, but the chip remained dormant. “Say it. Say you like it.”

Parker gasped slightly and said, very quietly, “I like it.”

“Louder,” Spike instructed as he thrust painfully inside him once more.

“I like it,” Parker said louder, suppressing his sobs as best he could.

“Spend so much time hurtin’ others, and all the while you’re just aching to be hurt back,” Spike laughed loudly, with his head thrown back. “How very ironic.”

Spike began thrusting again, his pace building. He suddenly found his mockery of the boy was growing quickly impossible as the pressure in his groin began to build. He pounded mercilessly into the soft flesh of Parker’s ass, grunting ever so slightly, reveling in the sound of the boy’s gasps.

A little belatedly, Spike realized that his taunted was more or less accurate. Small moans of pleasure were coming from the boy pressed between him and the wall, mixed with sharp intakes of breath as slight pains continued. This realization took a bit of the fun out of it, in Spike’s mind, but he knew there was no going back now. Losing all control, he pounded as hard as he could.

With a roar of pure animal release, he lost himself in Parker’s tight ass. He thrust jerkily a few more times, expelling his warm seed. He felt Parker shudder against him. His hand still gripped the boy’s dick, and he was relieved to feel that he had not yet come. Spike smiled wickedly. At least the little poof wasn’t going to walk away from this satisfied in any way shape or form.

Carefully, Spike withdrew his cock from Parker’s bleeding hole. Kneeling behind him, Spike licked up the trails of blood that strayed down the insides of the young man’s ass cheeks. With a chuckle, he gave them a good slap, leaving a red hand print. Rising, he tucked himself away and zipped his pants. Leaning close to Parker’s ear, he whispered, “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before you even think of using people. Look at what happens.” He stuck one finger up Parker’s ass and withdrew it. He brought it to his lips and licked a bit of the blood off, before smearing the rest of it on Parker’s mouth. “Night, loverboy,” he whispered and ruffled his hair. With a satisfied smirk, Spike stepped into the shadows of the alley. Without a backward glance, he departed, in the direction of his crypt.

Parker sank down to the ground. He hurt and he was humiliated. With trembling hands, he struggled to pull his pants up as best he could. With a choking noise, he trembled, and lay on the dirty ground, crying quietly.