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For the Touch of a Master's Hand	By : wlkellogg Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Footsteps on the stairs pulled Spike's attention from Nikita. He looked up and sniffed. He rolled his eyes and untangled himself from Nikita. When he heard Nikita whimper a little, he turned back to him. “It's alright, pet. We've got company and I would rather not share the view with anyone. Come along. Let's get you some clothes.”
Nikita nodded and slipped out of bed. He moved quickly to stand beside his master. Spike smiled down at him and guided him over to the closet. He pulled out an outfit and handed it to Nikita, who whispered a soft “thank you.”
Spike watched him dress with a smile. Nikita trusted and obeyed without a single question. He finished dressing just as the door swung open. Buffy stormed in as Spike pulled on a loose pair of pants. She stopped abruptly and stood staring at the two of them.
“What is it, Slayer. What do you need?” Spike asked, smirking at the stunned look on her face.
“Well, I'm surprised that you two aren't still trying to screw each other into the mattress. That's all you've been doing all day,” she snapped. Spike chuckled.
“I may not need to breathe, but he certainly does. I've got to let him up for air occasionally, otherwise, he doesn't keep playing very long.” Spike's voice mocked and he outright laughed when Buffy sputtered and turned red. “Breathe there, pet. I was just bringing him upstairs to introduce him to everyone.”
Buffy cocked an eye at Spike. “Doesn't he have a pair of working feet? And, I don't know, a brain and will of his own? If he doesn't want to be down here with you, he can go wherever he wants. It's not like he's your slave or anything.”
Spike watched Buffy closely, not saying anything to confirm or deny. Nikita stepped forward shyly and looked at Buffy briefly before zeroing in on his shoes. “Actually, that's exactly what I am. Spike is my master. I do as he wishes.”
Buffy stood there, gaping first at Nikita, then Spike. Finally, she decided which to yell at and started toward Spike. Nikita stepped between them without a word and held his ground, even when Buffy got close enough to make him give a step. She stepped back and stared at him. "What are you doing? Let me by."
"I am sorry, but I cannot allow you to approach him while you threaten him."
"Spike, what did you do to this boy and why is he your slave?" Buffy demanded.
"Hey, I didn't do anything. He came on to me," Spike insisted. Buffy raised an eyebrow in a classic look that said 'right....' "Honest, I didn't even go looking for him. He found me, and he initiated the whole sex thing. I just decided it would be cruel to tell him no. You should see the look on his face when I tell him that. It's like I just stabbed his favorite puppy. Niki does whatever he feels like, and he happens to feel like staying with me and having loads of sex. I would loan him to you, but I doubt you'd appreciate him the way I do."
Buffy turned white and then red. "Spike... that is just sick. How can you be so... caviler about this? This will effect this boy's whole life!"
"Buffy, this boy is five times your age. I think he's old enough to make decisions about whose bed he shares without your moral compass getting in the way. Niki, we should go upstairs. Buffy can follow or not as she chooses," Spike said, placing a hand in the small of Nikita's back. Nikita bowed his head and followed Spike up the stairs to the living room. Buffy followed, still sputtering. Once in the living room, Nikita moved closer to Spike. The whole gang was there and Nikita didn't know anyone in front of him. Spike slid an arm around Nikita's waist and discretely kissed his head. He whispered softly "don't be afraid, Niki. You can trust everyone here. I do."
Nikita nodded and relaxed substantially. If Spike trusted them, then Nikita didn't have any business distrusting them. They were obviously his master's friends and Nikita wondered absently if he would be expected to cater to their needs as well. It had been required of him in the past, but he wasn't sure of Spike's sharing tendencies. For now, he would be quiet and not try to anticipate Spike's desires and needs. That was usually a wiser course of action, assuming that his master would allow a period of learning.
Xander saw Spike come in with Nikita and got to his feet. He knew that Spike had either seen him in the doorway earlier or smelled him. Either way, Spike knew he had had an audience for his performance with Nikita. He walked over to where Spike waited quietly by the door with Nikita. Xander couldn't help but notice the seemingly casual embrace in which Spike held Nikita. He watched for a moment and realized that it was much more than casual. Nikita looked nervous or downright scared, and Spike's touch seemed to be the only thing keeping him from running screaming back down to Spike's room and locking the door behind him. Another thing that Xander noticed was that Nikita was not favoring the ankle he had sprained. "Hey, Spike, Nikita. How's the ankle?"
Nikita looked at Spike for permission to respond. Xander glanced over his shoulder to see if any of the others had seen that. Willow would definitely not approve of such a strong dependence on Spike's good mood.
Spike answered Xander's inquiry. Not because he didn't want Nikita to talk to him, but because he knew exactly how much Nikita was fidgeting and how fast the boy's heart was pounding in his chest. "His ankle is just fine. He was favoring it for a while, but he's fine now.”
“Good. Hey, I was wondering, um, how close have you two gotten in the last few hours?”
“How close do you think we've gotten, Xander?” Spike asked pointedly. Nikita took a half step closer to Spike and laid his head on his shoulder. Spike smiled down at him and brushed a kiss on his forehead, drawing a small smile from his delicate lips. Xander looked at Nikita in surprise and nodded.
“Okay then. Um, shall we go.. sit down with everyone? Buffy... wanted to talk to us about... something” he replied. Spike nodded.
“Would you like to sit down, pet?” Nikita looked up in surprise at Spike's question. Spike seemed to be waiting for an answer, so Nikita managed a shaky nod and a choked “um... okay.”
Xander led the way to the couch. Nikita waited for Spike to sit down and then took a seat on the couch arm nearest him. Buffy came into the room ready to snap Spike's head off, but the image in the living room took the wind right out of her sails. Spike and Nikita sat right alongside all of her friends just like everything was perfect and nothing out of the ordinary had just happened in the basement. She stared at them in disbelief. “Are you two serious? Really?”
Spike looked up at her with a smug expression. “Really what, Buffy? Really serious about sitting here on the couch, waiting for you to tell us whatever riveting news you have to share? Why yes, I believe we are serious.”
** Edited for consistency with canon characters.**
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