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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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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.”
Buffy glared at Spike for a moment before moving on. “Fine. Whatever. Nikita, do you have a problem with what you two did downstairs?”
Nikita looked up, confused and more than a little concerned. He looked at Spike, bordering on panicked. Spike couldn't help himself, he reached over and rubbed Nikita's leg reassuringly. Nikita trembled a little and shook his head. “No, I don't have a problem with it at all. I-is there something wrong with it?”
Buffy opened her mouth to reply, but Xander was faster. “No, Nikita. There's nothing wrong with it as long as you're allowed to tell him to stop. If you don't want what he's doing, you can always tell him no and he has to stop. If that changes, then you should come to Buffy or myself and we'll handle it. No one should be forced into things like that.”
Nikita's hands shook almost violently as he tried to control his reaction to the thought of refusing Spike's requirements. His throat was tight and his heart pounded loudly in his ears. He had had this sort of feeling before and knew that it was only a panic attack. He would be fine as long as his master did not become angry with him. He tried to control his fear with everything he had in him. But it didn't work so well. He whimpered and collapsed down into Spike's arms. He buried his face in Spike's shoulder and tried hard not to cry.
Spike wrapped his arms around Nikita's quivering form and whispered into his hair all the calming, comforting words he could think of. Buffy, Xander and Willow all moved closer, intending to help, but all they accomplished was intensifying Nikita's panic attack. He lost control and broke down in uncontrollable sobs. He curled closer to Spike, almost as if he intended to become one with his master. Spike shifted his position, putting Nikita between his body and the couch. The protective stance helped a little, but Nikita didn't stop trembling.
“Spike, what exactly did you do to him?! Why is he so afraid of the idea of telling you no?” Buffy demanded, furious. Nikita tried to push past Spike to tell Buffy the truth. Spike misunderstood and pulled Nikita into his arms. He got to his feet and pushed his way through the crowd of worried faces. Nikita clung to him, terrified that his actions had irritated Spike. Tears welled up in his eyes again and he bit his lip, stealing himself for the inevitable punishment for the transgression.
Ignoring the yells from behind him, Spike carried Nikita back downstairs to the bedroom. He closed the door and bolted the lock with the hand that was not supporting Nikita's weight. The boy was almost vibrating in his arms and, for some reason the knowledge that this little sprite was petrified infuriated Spike. He tried hard to control his temper. Nikita was very sensitive to his mood, and he was sensitive to that. After a second, he realized that Nikita was babbling almost incoherently. When Spike stopped and listened, he managed to make out the words. “Please, master, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to. Please don't be angry. I didn't mean it. Please...”
Spike sat down on the bed and settled Nikita on his lap. The boy curled almost immediately into a semi-fetal position. Spike lifted his chin with a fingertip. “Niki, kitten, look at me. That's better. What do you think you did wrong?”
Nikita's chin quivered for a moment before he had enough control of his voice to reply. “You wanted me under you and I tried to defy you. I'm sorry, I only wanted to explain to her how I felt and how much I want to please you. Please, don't be mad at me. I'm sorry, I won't do it again.”
Spike cut off the babbling with a tender kiss. Nikita shook, but didn't fight Spike's desire. He was still expecting to be punished for his defiance. Gentle fingers caressed his cheek and his breath caught in his throat. He wanted so much to melt into that caress, but he was afraid that the moment he did, Spike would show his displeasure and then the gentle touches would turn cold and cruel. So he stayed tense and hesitant, hoping that he could prolong Spike's good mood. Spike felt Nikita's reluctance and pulled away. Concern with a hint of worry creased his brow as he looked at Nikita. “Niki. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm not angry with you. I promise you, you are perfectly fine.”
“But you're so angry... I can feel it,” Nikita whispered softly. Spike looked at him, curious.
“You can feel my anger?”
“It hurts.” Nikita's hand went to his chest over his heart. “My heart, it... aches... If I didn't do anything to cause it, why are you so upset?”
Spike stared at Nikita's openly bewildered face in shock. “Niki, pet, does my anger physically hurt you?”
Nikita nodded, trembling again. He wasn't sure how to interpret what he was feeling from his master now. Spike was still angry, but now he was also confused and afraid somehow. Spike shifted him off of his lap and onto the bed beside him. Nikita looked up at him, eyes wide open and trusting. Spike smiled and brushed his fingers along Nikita's face. Those perfect eyes slid closed when Nikita leaned into Spike's touch. He jumped when a pounding on the door shattered the easy silence that had enveloped the unlikely couple.
“Spike! Open this door! Right now! I will break it down!” Buffy's voice removed all trace of doubt in her threat. Spike rolled his eyes and got to his feet. Nikita looked up and watched Spike unlock the door. Buffy pushed her way into the room and looked at Nikita almost sharply. He didn't flinch under her scrutiny, which caused pride and arousal to surge in Spike, drawing a blush to Nikita's cheeks. Buffy figured out what had caused the sudden blush without much difficulty and looked at Spike sharply. “What spell did you cast on him?”
“I didn't cast anything on him. This is his choice,” Spike replied, irritated. “Right. He chose to become your sex toy,” Buffy snapped. Fury flared in Spike and Nikita whimpered and drew back. This time, he knew with a certainty that the hurtful emotion was not directed at him, but that didn't decrease the agony in his chest. Buffy looked at him. “Spike, what are you doing to him?!”
Spike growled a little and grabbed Buffy by the scruff of her collar and spun her out into the hallway before she realized what was going on. He slammed the door and locked the door with one motion. Buffy yelped in surprise and tried to go back inside. She started yelling at him through the door, demanding that he open the door right this moment. Spike ignored her and came back to Nikita on the bed. Nikita was still shaking, so Spike pulled him into his arms and held him.
Nikita let his eyes drift closed and enjoyed the soft caresses and the tender emotions that were now rolling off of Spike in waves. He burrowed into Spike's arms, nuzzling him tentatively, trying to prolong this new-found good mood. A little voice in the back of his head nagged at him that he could only keep this up for so long. Eventually, he would anger Spike enough and this tender gentleness would evaporate and leave him huddled in a corner sobbing and nursing bruises and possibly other injuries. That was the way it always went. His master would become enraged with him and punish him for some slight, real or imagined. Sometimes, he would be raped, other times, he would be beaten near to unconsciousness. He had even died once. But his mother's curse hadn't let him stay dead. He trembled again and he touched his lips to Spike's exposed collarbone to comfort himself.
Spike watched Nikita, curled up against his chest and wondered what was going on in his tortured mind. Then he felt the soft, apologetic pressure of Nikita's lips against his skin and he couldn't stop the moan or the shiver of pleasure that ran through him like a current from the point of light contact. Nikita looked up at him, desire and need burning in those warm eyes. And he knew exactly what was going through Nikita's mind at that second. He needed to be comforted, to know that Spike still wanted and cared for him.
They had been together less than 48 hours and still, Spike realized that he wanted to give that comfort and reassurance. So he leaned down and pressed his lips to Nikita's. He was rewarded with a quiet moan from Nikita into his mouth. Yes, this was exactly what his Niki needed. And he was very willing to give it to him. He ran his hands down Nikita's side. He was thrilled when Nikita pressed his body up against his own. Spike nipped at Nikita's lower lip. “Yes, kitten. Enjoy this. This is a gift for you.”
**edited for consistency to canon charachters**
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