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For the Touch of a Master's Hand	By : wlkellogg Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5724 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Inside Spike's apartment, he took his delicate prize over to his bed and set him down gently. Nikita looked up at him trustingly and Spike's heart surged, right along with his loins. He was already straining at the aggravating confines of his jeans, and now the throbbing was nearing painful. He needed Nikita to touch him as badly as he had needed to touch him a moments before in the kitchen. He was certain that he would burst if he didn't feel the tender caress of those silky fingers. Spike leaned down and brushed his cheek against Nikita's, making the younger man's heart leap and heat surge in his face. Spike moaned and nuzzled Nikita again. The boy whimpered and pushed back against him. “Nikita, pet, let me touch you, please?”
Nikita looked up at him. Even though he knew the answer, he had to do something to get Spike to continue this. “Why do I need you to touch me so badly? I feel like I'll die if you don't.”
Those were the words Spike needed to hear. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Nikita's. The smaller boy kissed back clumsily. It was clear to him that Nikita had never been touched by a man before. Spike reveled in the knowledge that he would be the first to show this angel how amazing a man's touch could be. He needed to be free of his clothing right now. He pushed up and pulled his shirt off, revealing his perfectly chiseled chest. Nikita sucked in a breath at the sight. His heart pounded in his chest while he watched Spike run his hands over his perfectly sculpted muscles.
Spike unbuckled his belt and eased his jeans down over his hips, revealing the cool, pale flesh beneath them. He wasn't wearing underwear of any kind. Nikita gasped and worried his lower lip. He was starting to get nervous with the idea of Spike dominating him. He had been possessed by immortals before. They were usually brutal bordering on cruel. Spike had been drawn to him just as surely as any of the other immortals had been, and he knew what he had to do to keep Spike from ripping him in two with the force of his need. He had to submit completely and utterly. Had to give himself to this immortal. There would probably be pain, but, if he was lucky, it would stay pain, rather than passing pain to the crippling agony of a mortal wound. Nikita tried to control his breathing while he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Fear seized him and he lost control of his digits. He couldn't make them work the way they were intended to. Spike saw his difficulty and reached down to help him.
Nikita was amazed when Spike's fingers brushed his chest tenderly. He had been undressed before, but this was... sensual. He couldn't stop the moan that crawled from his throat. This was the first time he actually wanted to be touched by the immortal fixated on him. He squirmed a little until Spike pressed his lips against his throat. The brush of hungry fangs against his skin told him which breed of immortal would be possessing him today. A vampire. He'd had vampires before. Only this was the first time he did not fear for mortal wounds. Spike's fingers were too gentle for that, he hoped, anyway. Finally, Nikita's shirt annoyed Spike enough that he simply ripped it off of him. Nikita shuddered with anticipation of the actual possessing that was about to happen.
Spike reached down and gently rubbed the alluring flesh, working his way toward Nikita's pants. The boy's flesh pebbled in the cool air of the basement room. That amazing scent rolled off of the boy under him again, spurring Spike on, encouraging him to do exactly what he was doing. He couldn't stand it any more and ripped the pants off of him.
Nikita whimpered softly and pushed toward Spike's hand. The pain was becoming unbearable. He had to have the vampire dominate him, spill his seed deep inside him. He needed the pain that he knew would come when Spike's prick impaled him. It always came, and he burned with the intense and primal need for that pain. Spike reached down and wrapped his hand around Nikita's erection. Nikita gasped and pushed up into Spike's hand. He knew all the steps that would arouse the vampire, encourage him to prove his superiority. So he bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. Spike's nostrils flared with the new scent and he slid easily into his game face. Nikita made a little mewling sound and lifted up on his elbows, offering his bloodied lip to his current master.
Spike took the offering and kissed Nikita deeply, drinking in the delectable blood along with the scent that he so desperately desired. He pulled the boy closer, settling him in his lap and continued kissing him. He ground up against the younger man's throbbing member. Their erections ground together with incredible effects. Nikita shuddered. None of his previous masters had cared at all for his pleasure. All they had concerned themselves with was their own desires and needs. This was amazing. He wanted so badly to please this new master well enough that he would consider keeping him for a time. Feeling bolder, he brushed his baby-soft lips against Spike's collarbone. Spike moaned his approval of Nikita's move, emboldening him to try something more. He raked his teeth across the sensitive skin at his neck. Spike groaned again and wrapped one hand around Nikita's shaft. Nikita cried out and bucked against the vice grip that held his member. He whimpered as much as whispered “oh, please, Spike, please. I need you... please..?”
Spike growled happily and lifted Nikita up and settled him down on top of his cock, forgetting for the moment that the boy couldn't have much experience in this department and should have been prepared for this. Nikita cried out as the expected pain seared through him. The agony as exquisite and delicious. It was everything he needed. He arched his back and settled himself down farther on the invasion. Spike cried out in ecstasy when Nakita's muscles clamped around him desperately. Neither one registered the frenzied pounded on the door, even when the door flew into the room. Buffy's shouts didn't even penetrate the haze that surrounded them. Buffy and Xander burst into the room and froze in their tracks when they saw Nikita impaled on Spike's cock. His face was flushed, but his expression was exultant. Like he was more than enjoying himself. Buffy gasped and backed up several steps. Xander turned his back and pushed Buffy ahead of him out of the room. Once they were outside, Buffy's trance broke. “Xander, what the hell?! Did you see what he was doing to that poor kid?”
“Buffy, breathe. If he was in pain, he had a funny way of showing it. He was enjoying it. Trust me,” Xander said quickly, trying to keep Buffy from storming back into the room and pulling Spike away from Nikita.
“How do you know what is going on in there? That is...” Buffy's voice trailed off for lack of the right words to describe the scene within.
“That is what, Buffy? Come on, Buff. Spike is a big boy, he can play with the other boys if he wants to. And Nakita... well, the only reason for that look on his face is that he is enjoying himself more than a little. Just don't ask how I know that. If we hear him start crying and begging Spike to stop, then we go in and drag them apart. Until then, back off. I'll watch for it and call you if it happens. Sometimes, guys just have sex,” Xander explained. Buffy looked at him uncertainly. From inside Spike's room, Nikita's voice cried out Spike's name. Buffy craned her neck to see around Xander's shoulders. Xander grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, shoving her gently toward the stairs. “Go, Buffy. I will call if I need you.”
Buffy went, reluctantly at first, but after a few more seconds of listening to Nikita and Spike grunting like animals, she finally relents. “Fine, but call me the second you think something is wrong. I'm serious, Xander.”
“Alright. Just go.” Xander watched her disappear and then turned back around to watch the spectacle unfolding in front of him. And what a spectacle it was. Nikita had thrown his head back and was actively riding Spike's cock. Spike was lavishing kisses all over his pale, perfect chest. Xander could definitely see the attraction. He wanted to be the one pounding into that delicate flesh. He was hard and, even though it made him feel dirty, he unfastened the button on his jeans and slowly reaches inside to take hold of his shaft.
Spike was sucking on Nikita's collarbone and Nikita was grinding hard against Spike. He bucked particularly hard and cut himself on one of Spike's fangs. Spike slipped into his game face and bit down on Nikita's throat. Nikita let out a mewl that both Spike and Xander found incredibly sexy. Spike started pumping Nikita's straining cock, making him squirm in delight and send shockwaves of pleasure through their points of contact. Spike growled and shifted them so that Nikita was pressed against the bed and he was pinning him down. Xander moaned and gripped himself harder, slowly stroking his cock in time with Spike's thrusts into Nikita. Nikita writhed under Spike. He was over the moon with delight in the treatment he was being given. Spike was being so much kinder than any of his other masters had been. The pleasure coursing through him was amazing. He wanted it to go on forever. The vice around his cock was much better than whenever he tried to relieve the pressure after a master had finished with him. The cock in his ass was deliciously painful, but the burn sustained him, fed him, gave him life. He needed that burn to continue living. It would hurt unbelievably in the morning, but right now, he didn't care. “S-spike, please... I need to... please?”
Spike knew what Nikita was begging for and he knew how to give it to him. He angled his thrusts and Nikita cried out again and again as Spike's cock slammed into Nikita's prostate. The powerful scent of lust and desire mingled with Nikita's already potent scent and conspired to drive Spike out of his mind. His thrusts grew more and more erratic as he neared his climax. Nikita's mind was already gone and he quivered with his orgasm, even though he was not allowed to spill his juices yet. Spike jerked and Nikita gasped with the cold of Spike's seed as it filled him. He cried out, voicing his pleasure in a loud, vocal way.
And then Spike was gone, pulled out from Nikita's warm, aching sheath. Nikita cried out again, mourning the loss. He wasn't ready to be cast aside for his next master yet, and he was beginning to think that Spike was intentionally tormenting him by not allowing him to cum. Maybe he was just like all the other masters he had had in the past. Maybe he was doomed to be used by his immortal masters for all time. Tears filled his eyes and he tried hard not to let them fall. He couldn't afford for Spike to think he was nothing more than a quick and easy lay. He would still be bound to the blond vampire, even if Spike never wanted to use or even see him again.
Nikita cried out when the vice around his cock relaxed and then he was enveloped in a wet, sucking cool. He opened his eyes, which he did not even remember closing, and looked around frantically. He had no knowledge of this sensation. He didn't know what was happening to him, but it felt amazing. He looked down and gasped when he realized what was happening to him. Spike's head bobbed up and down, sliding over Nikita's erection. He had given this particular gift to his masters, but none had ever given it back. And Nikita hadn't even given it to Spike yet. It didn't take much more stimulation for Nikita to lose all control of himself. His hot seed splashed into Spike's mouth, over his tongue and down his powerful throat. Spike lapped it all up and swallowed all. Nikita flushed red, humiliated by the intimacy of Spike's action. As soon as Spike moved off of him, Nikita turned onto his side, away from Spike on the bed and Xander kneeling in the open doorway, his pants around his ankles and his seed all over the floor in front of him, reeling from the scene he just witnessed.
Spike sat on the edge of his bed while Nikita trembled beside him. He looked over at Xander and snorted. “Yeah, whelp. It's that good. Now get lost.” Xander jumped up and pulled his pants up.
“Right. Be careful with him. He looks fragile.”
“Get out, pup. And get a sheet or something to cover the hole where my door used to be,” Spike snapped. Xander left and Spike turned his attention back to the gorgeous little nymph he had just finished initiating into the club of the anally active. The kid was shaking and looked like he was afraid to move. Spike could smell blood and their spendings. He reached over and laid a hand on Nikita's shoulder. The boy flinched. Spike couldn't tell if he moved into or away from the contact. He pulled softly and Nikita rolled obediently onto his back and looked quietly up at his master. “Are you alright, Nikita?”
The sound of his name leaving his master's lips was a gentle, cooling rain in the midst of a scorching desert. He nodded slowly. Spike's hand slid up toward his face and he trembled. His eyes slipped closed and he turned into the tender caress. His heart begged him to be careful, to keep back from this. It would only hurt worse when Spike inevitably cast him aside. But he couldn't stand it. Spike was the first master to be even a little kind to him and he was desperate to feel even this little bit of a blessing.
Nikita opened his eyes and looked up at Spike, his burning need badly concealed in his emerald eyes. Spike leaned down and captured the baby soft lips of his new lover with his own. The boy's heart surged, his spirit soared when Spike pressed his lithe, chiseled body against his aching one. Spike slid a hand through Nikita's hair, pulling him closer into the kiss. Nikita moaned and leaned into the kiss until his lungs screamed for oxygen. He only tore his face away when it became absolutely necessary and he gasped softly. “Oh, Spike... please, don't stop touching me. Please?”
Spike nodded his agreement and pulled Nikita's body close again. Nikita reveled in the contact. He needed his master's approval and this felt a lot like approval. He would do anything required to keep Spike happy for as long as he could possibly manage. Nikita squirmed down Spike's delicious body and lavished kisses on every patch of flesh he could get his lips on. Spike leaned his head back and moaned, curling into Nikita's ministrations. Nikita worshiped at the alter that was Spike's body. He licked and kissed and sucked all the tender, intimate places he knew his master would love.
And he did. Spike's eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned Nikita's name again and again. Eventually, Nikita reached his goal and took Spike's length into his mouth. He sucked gently, almost worshipfully, like the cock in his mouth was a sacred relic sent down by god himself. Nikita worked him, desperate for the release that signaled Spike's approval. He cupped Spike's balls and pushed a finger against his peritoneum, massaging Spike's prostate through the delicate skin there. Spike swore softly, more than amazed that this little wisp of a thing was so good at this. He thought that he had been the boy's first. He was distracted from that line of thought by the unmistakable sensation of an impending orgasm. He tried to warn the boy, but he couldn't remember how to form words correctly. He erupted into Nikita's mouth and was thrilled and amazed when the boy sucked him off and swallowed every drop. Then he went one step farther and licked him clean. Spike pulled Nikita up to lay beside him. “Nikita, pet, not that I don't, really, really appreciate this, luv, but, um, weren't you scrambling to get away from me just an hour ago?”
Nikita blushed and lowered his eyes. As usual, he had fought the call to his new master with just as much success as ever. But this was the first time he had actually felt sorry for his resistance. He covered Spike's skin with as many kisses as he could before Spike captured his chin and lifts his face to meet his eyes. “Niki, wait.”
Nikita froze, his heart pounding. Niki? None of the others ever gave me a nickname. A pet name must mean I'm special, or at least that I'm good enough under him to keep around a while longer. He swallowed hard and waited. “Yes, S-spike?”
“Why do you do that?” Spike asked pointedly. Dread gripped Nikita's heart.
“D'do what?” he asked frantically.
“You stutter every time you say my name. Why? You can say it, you know. It's just Spike,” he answered. Nikita nodded.
“Y-yes. Spike... That's your name. And mine is Nikita. And I am... here to make you happy, however you want me to. Take me... use me... hurt me if you want. Whatever it takes, I am yours. There is nothing I want more than for you to be happy,” Nikita whispered. Spike looked at him in surprise.
“What did you say?” he asked. Nikita opened his mouth to repeat himself, but Spike stopped him with a finger on his lips. “No, I heard what you said, but I didn't understand why you said it.”
“Because... you are my master. And I live to please my master. I -” Nikita began to explain, drawing another finger on lips from Spike. He was really beginning to enjoy the feeling of that finger on his lips.
“Wait, are you saying that you are my slave?” Spike asked without moving his finger away from Nikita's lips. Spike watched Nikita for a reaction and Nikita felt his anxiety levels rising as Spike waited for his response. He wasn't sure how exactly to answer without defying his unspoken order for silence. He settled for a nod. Spike moves his hand, stunned at this bit of information. “How does that work? I mean, I only just met you and I've already had you in my bed, had your willie in my mouth, you've had mine in yours... Bloody hell, mate.”
Nikita shivered a little, which turned quickly into trembling. Spike sounded disappointed in him and that hurt far worse than any pain any master had ever inflicted on him. Tears filled his eyes and his chin quivered. “Please, Spike, I'm sorry. Don't be mad. Please... I'll... I'll do anything.”
He crawled down to reach his master's still somewhat stiff cock. He took it into his mouth and started sucking again. Spike's eyes rolled back and he let Nikita work his magic for a few moments before he reached down and pulled Nikita back up to eye level.
“Nikita, wait. You don't have to do that just to get me in a good mood. Yeah, sex is great and all that, but you don't have to throw yourself at me...” Spike said quickly. Nikita looked at him hopefully. Begging him with his eyes to please, please touch him again, whisper his name, anything at all to give him a little more hope. “Although, if you want me that badly.... I suppose I couldn't really refuse you. That wouldn't be a very gentlemanly thing to, now would it?”
Nikita hesitated until he saw the hint of a smile on Spike's face, then he shook his head. “No, master, not really.”
Spike frowned briefly at the title and Nikita quickly corrected himself. Nikita kissed Spike's collarbone and pressed his body up against his master's. Spike moaned and undulated against the younger man. The boy knew exactly what to do to drive him crazy. He had no idea how Nikita knew those things, but he had no problem with accepting pleasure from them. Nikita worshiped Spike's body and took him to heights of pleasure. No one had managed to do this sort of thing to him and he soon found himself squirting more of his seed down Nikita's talented throat. When Nikita moved to start from the beginning again, Spike pulled him back up to lay beside him. “Alright, pet. You've done enough for now. Even I can only take so much. You did so well, Niki.”
Nikita beamed under Spike's approval and praise. Hearing his name in that shortened, gentle way, made Nikita harder than he ever thought possible. He longed for release, but he didn't dare ask for it. Not so soon after being allowed to please his master. It just wasn't smart. He curled around as much of Spike as he possibly could. Spike looked down at him and saw the strain he was under. “Here, Niki, pet. Let me help you.”
Spike reached down and wrapped his large, cool hand around Nikita's throbbing member. Nikita's eyes rolled back and he mewled in the most delicious way. Spike smiled and started pumping. Each caress seemed to bring Nikita much closer to completion than it would to any other man. Nikita writhed under his ministrations and whispered promises of everything from eternal gratification to agreeing to the most humiliating actions Spike had ever heard of. Bloody hell, what has my little bit been through that would put these thoughts in his head? He is seriously damaged. I'm going to have to fix this. Spike leaned down and shut Nikita's mouth the only way he could think of. He pressed his lips to those sweet, magical lips of Nikita's. Nikita stopped talking immediately and kissed back desperately, needing more than ever Spike's attentions. “That's right, Niki pet. Let me make you feel good. Let me teach you how good a lover's touch can feel.”
Nikita bucked at Spike's words, thrusting up into Spike's hand. “Good boy, Niki. Such a good boy.”
Spike's words fell on Nikita's ears like a healing salve on an old and festering wound. He soaked in every caress, every whispered accolade. Pleasure washed over him in huge, crashing waves, sweeping any uncertainties away. Spike was happy with him. Spike approved of his actions and skills. Spike would keep him, for a little while, anyway. Another surge of pleasure welled up in his loins, followed quickly by a spasm that brought a spurt of his juices splashing over Spike's hand. Nikita blushed, fear and humiliation replacing whatever pleasure Spike had given him. No master had ever allowed him to spill on him and he was certain that Spike would be just like the others. Nikita rolled away as soon as Spike released him. He dropped over the side of the bed and crawled quickly to the farthest corner of the room and curled into a quivering, sobbing ball.
Worry and concern wrinkled Spike's forehead. He got up and started toward Nikita, who whimpered and drew farther into himself. Spike stopped and squatted down, to make himself smaller and less threatening. “Niki, pet. Come here.”
Tears filled Nikita's eyes, but he obeyed Spike's order. He crawled over to Spike, only barely lifting himself high enough to avoid dragging himself. When he reached Spike's feet, he crumpled into a pile, reaching for his feet. “Please, master. Please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I won't do it again. I promise. Please don't be mad at me, please?”
Spike reached down and pulled Nikita up as far as he could, which was only to his knees. “Hey now, Niki. Easy. I'm not mad. I'm not mad, Niki. Here, let me hold you. Let me touch you. You seem to like it when I do that. Come here, Niki. That's a good boy.”
Nikita obeyed, still shaking, but now with hope in his tortured emerald eyes. Spike pulled him into his arms and cradled him close like a frightened child. Slowly, he stood and pulled Nikita to his feet. Nikita clung to him as though his very existence depended on contact with Spike. They made slow progress to the bed, but Nikita did not fight him. He was calm and pliable, ready for his punishment. He had broken a rule that had been drilled into him from his first master, never get his filthy, unworthy seed to touch a master. Any pain that resulted from his actions had been earned.
Spike pushed Nikita down into a sitting position on the bed and squatted down in front of him. Nikita waited with his head down for Spike to pronounce judgment on him for his crime. Spike studied Nikita's troubled face for several long minutes. Nikita didn't open his mouth once during Spike's quiet inspection. “Good lad. Now, I think you are a bit over tired. You should rest. Now, lie down and take a nap.”
Nikita's eyes went wide and he reached for Spike, even as his eyelids drooped and his body slumped toward the mattress. “Wait, please... If you don't want me, that's okay. But please, don't make me go to sleep just so you can leave without hurting me. Please. I'll give you anything.”
Spike leaned forward and pressed his lips to Nikita's. “Easy, pet. I'm not going anywhere. I just think you should rest. You're panicking. I'm not mad at you. I'll be here when you wake up. I promise.”
Nikita relaxed, unable to do anything else. He had Spike's promise that he would see him again. His eyes fell shut and he leaned back against the pillow. Before long, his breathing had evened out. Spike waited for a few moments after Nikita fell asleep before he got up and went upstairs. Buffy and Xander were waiting at the head of the stairs, glaring at him when he arrived.
“Hello, pet. What can I do for you?”
“You could have at least put on a pair of pants or something after your little trip down sodomy lane. What the hell did you do to that poor kid? He was totally petrified of you one second, then frothing at the bit to screw you the next,” Buffy snapped. Spike looked down at himself, still bare from his interlude with Nikita, then back up at Buffy.
“Take a pill, Slayer. What's the matter? Are you jealous of that little bit down there? He's sleeping, if you're so concerned. He needs his rest. I'm gonna get him some food and then see how he feels. Is there anything else?” he replied. Buffy looked at him, shocked.
“So, what? He's like your pet now? No, Spike, you cannot keep the puppy. I don't care if he followed you home,” Buffy replied. Spike shook his head.
“No, Slayer. He's not my pet. Apparently, he's my...” he paused to look for the right word that would keep Buffy from kicking his ass. “He's attracted to me. And I don't mind having him around. Now, I think you need to back down and let me get him some food.”
Buffy thought for a few moments and then stepped back to let Spike past her into the kitchen. He went to the fridge and pulled out the makings for a roast beef sandwich. He fixed two sandwiches and grabbed a soda for Nikita and a mug of blood for himself. Without another look at Buffy or Xander, Spike grabbed the plate and balanced it on his arm and headed back down to the basement. Buffy said something, but Spike's mind was already back on his little nymph in his bed. He set the plate on his small table and set about fixing the door that Buffy had broken down. He got involved in his work and didn't hear Nikita wake up several hours later.
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