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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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Nikita opened his eyes and stretched. He was not in pain, which told him that he had a master who was at least not mad at him. The bed he lay in was warmed by only his body heat, which told him that he had sleeping alone. A pounding hammer shattered the relative silence of the room. Nikita rolled over toward the sound and saw his master working on what was once a door. His muscles rippled with every swing of the hammer and Nikita found himself worrying his lower lip and breathing harder. Spike was beautiful, and not just because he was Nikita's master. He was powerful and everything about him screamed masculinity. Nikita rolled off the bed and padded quietly over to Spike. He was still naked and somewhat sticky from Spike's earlier attention. Hesitantly, he reached out and laid a hand on Spike's shoulder.
Spike dropped his hammer and turned toward the feather-light touch. Nikita stood in front of him, luscious in his nudity and looking at him with eyes that begged for a chance to please. Spike reached up and brushed his fingertips through Nikita's hair. Nikita's eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into the touch. It was amazing to him how devoted the boy was to him after only a few hours. No one looked at him that way, not since Drusilla at least. But Nikta seemed to have full control of his mental faculties. That would be a pleasant change. “How'd you sleep, pet? Do you feel better?”
Nikita nodded and looked up at him. Adoration filled his eyes and he hoped that Spike liked what he saw. “I slept very well, thank you. I feel much better now, master.”
“Are you hungry?” Spike asked. Nikita's stomach growled and Spike smiled. He took Nikita's hand and guided him back over toward the bed. Nikita saw the sandwiches on the the table and his mouth watered. He swallowed hard and glanced at Spike for permission. “Go on. I made them for you. Eat up, poppet.”
Nikita sat down on the edge of the bed and took the plate that Spike offered him. While it tentatively took a bite, Spike cracked open Nikita's soda and offered it to him. He took it with a softly murmured thanks and sipped it slowly. Spike smiled and moved behind him to start rubbing his shoulders. The moment Spike's hands touched Nikita's skin, he whimpered and he leaned into Spike. “Keep eating, Nikita. You need your strength. Let me entertain myself while you finish your lunch. And don't stuff it down your throat. Enjoy it. I worked hard on it for you. Take your time with it.”
“O-okay.” Nikita replied and took another bite of his sandwich. It really was a quite good sandwich and Spike's hands on his shoulders were amazing. So far, this was turning out to be everything he wanted and needed from his master. It couldn't be real. Something was going to change. He would screw this up, just like he always did somehow and then Spike would be furious with him. He shuddered at the thought of what that would mean for him.
Spike leaned down and kissed Nikita's shoulder when something made him shudder. The boy was beautiful and all he wanted was to please him. Something was wrong in his head and Spike wanted to fix it. He made a mental note to ask Giles about the whole master/sex slave thing, once he could pull himself away from Nikita and the bed. He glanced down over Nikita's shoulder and grinned when he saw the growing erection in Nikita's lap. He checked Nikita's progress on his lunch. He had eaten one of the sandwiches and was about a third of the way through the second. That had to be enough for now. Spike reached around and took Nikita's cock in his hand. Nikita gasped and dropped the sandwich that was halfway to his mouth with a little cry. “That's right, precious. Set the plate on the table so you don't drop your lunch.”
Nikita managed to follow the whispered instructions with shaking hands. His breath came in short, ragged gasps and he closed his eyes to revel in Spike's attention. At least his master was kind and chose to give him pleasure frequently. He was very close to bliss and he never wanted this to end. Whatever he had done right, he wanted to figure out so he could keep doing it so that Spike would keep doing this. He gasped out “Oh, Spike... feels... so good...”
“I know, Niki. That's the point. I want you to feel good, so I'm making my touch feel good. Lay back, love. Let me show you the way I like my men," Spike purred in Nikita's ear. Nikita melted into him, laying his head back against Spike's shoulder and exposing his neck quite nicely. Spike took advantage of the opportunity and started gently suckling on the tender flesh offered to him. Nikita moaned and leaned into him, fully submitting to his master's touch. "Good lad, Niki."
Spike chuckled. "Niki, why is it that you tremble so whenever I call you by name? And when I call you Niki... you very nearly blow your load right then. Niki.... my beautiful Niki."
Nikita cried out and bucked against the hand that stroked him with a skill that spoke to years and years of experience. He could barely form a coherent thought, but his master had asked him a question. It took him a moment to find the words to respond. "I tremble... Ma-Spike... because... oh! because the way you... make love to my name! Oh, gods... yes...! It is amazing... Please... say it again...? Oh, please... say it again..."
Spike nipped at Nikita's ear and then, slowly and deliberately, with all the tenderness of a man speaking to the only one who held his heart, whispered "Nikita.. oh, my Niki. You sweet, talented boy. You have done everything so well. Good lad, Niki."
Nikita sobbed great tears of relieved joy. He had never had a master so generous with praise. His heart felt about ready to burst. He couldn't hold back his orgasm any longer and his hot seed splashed against his leg. Spike gave him a moment to rest before he pushed Nikita down onto his hands and knees and pressed his hard cock against Nikita's puckered entrance, asking permission to enter. Nikita pushed back against the pressure almost begging for the intrusion. Spike smiled and took him with one stroke. Nikita gasped and made himself relax. Spike was larger than his last master had been and he apparently did not believe in preparatory touching. Nikita didn't complain, he knew better than to push his luck. Besides, Spike was trying to be gentle, so it felt better than anything Nikita had ever felt before. It didn't take very long at all for Nikita's cock to grow hard again, and Spike was thrilled. Soon, Nikita was calling out Spike's name in blind ecstasy while his body tried to empty his seed again, even though there was nothing left to spend. Spike closed his eyes and let his body and instincts carry him over the edge of bliss. When he was finished, he pulled out very carefully so as not to cause any more pain than necessary to Nikita. Part of him whispered that he shouldn't worry too much about that, because Nikita was still twitching with pleasure. He laid back on the bed and motioned for Nikita to come closer. Nikita obeyed without a thought and Spike held his arms open, inviting Nikita into a tender embrace. Spike smiled encouragingly when Nikita crawled over to curl into Spike's arms. The boy shivered and Spike pulled a blanket up from the foot of the bed where they had kicked it in their passion. He tucked the blanket around Nikita's slight form and cradled him close to his chest. "Niki, I have a question for you."
"Yes, Mas- erm.. Spike? What would you like to know?" Nikita responded softly, mentally kicking himself for nearly forgetting that Spike preferred to hear his name rather than his title.
"How old are you, pet?"
"I am... well, I think I am close to one hundred years old. I cannot remember the year of my birth, and it was never something of any significance for me to remember. I hope that does not displease you, Mas- Spike..." Nikita replied quietly. Spike smiled.
"No, Niki. It does not displease me. Though it does explain a few things. Such as how you came by the knowledge you have. How many have you... served before me?" Spike said without any hint of malice or jealousy in his voice. Still, Nikita swallowed hard before replying.
"I have memories of close to a dozen masters before you. I also remember taking potions to forget some masters, but I do not remember how many times I did that," Nikita answered. He decided that he had a greater chance of offending or enraging Spike if he did not answer honestly and quickly than if he simply admitted the truth of his past when questioned about it. Besides, if he said something that angered his master, he could always accept his punishment, do penance and beg forgiveness.
"Have you always been a..." Spike faltered at the word 'slave', unwilling to admit that he owned the angel in his arms.
"A slave to a master? Yes. At least, as far back as I can remember. I know that my mother sold me to my first master when I was very, very young. She needed the money more than she loved me. Then she used it to drink the edge off the pain caused by my father's death."
"How do you handle the sunlight? Can you go out in it?"
"If you allow it, Master, yes. I do not have the aversion to sunlight that most of my masters have had,” Nikita replied. Spike weighed that for a minute before kissing the top of Nikita's head.
“I will allow you to go outside if you wish. Would you come back to me?” Spike asked. Nikita jerked at the question. He looked up at Spike, eyes full of dread and fear.
“Of course I would come back to you. I will come back to you as long as you will have me, Master.” Nikita's voice trembled and he reached up to brush his fingertips across Spike's lips.
“It's alright, love. I just wanted to make sure. I think Buffy will want to take you to get clothes or sunlight or... whatever else she can think of to give you space from me. If she asks you to go with her, you have my permission to go with her. I promise, I will not be angry with you for going out while I'm stuck in here. Good lad.” Spike kissed Nikita's fingers and then nuzzled his face.
**Chapter edited for some discrepancies with canon characters.**
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