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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I don't make any money off of this story (though I wish I did)

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** Here you go. This chapter is definitely a more adult chapter. Enjoy. **
Nikita moaned again and ground his hips against Spike's. He could feel the quickly growing erection in Spike's pants and the intensifying desire in his heart. He wanted to touch Spike's flesh and feel him touching his. With trembling hands, he reached up and slowly unfastened the top button on Spike's shirt. He flicked his eyes up to Spike's face, searching for approval. He found it and smiled slowly while he lowered his hands to the next button.
“Niki... do you have any idea how sexy this is?” Spike asked. Nikita worried his lower lip with his perfect, even teeth and unfastened another button. Spike moved his hands away from Nikita's body and smiled encouragingly. “Go on, Niki. Show me what you want me to do to you. Anything you do to me, I will return to you.”
“R-really? Are you sure?” Nikita asked. Spike nodded.
“I promise. Teach me what you like,” he instructed. Nikita's cock surged to life, pushing up against his pants. He was amazed that Spike was willing to do this for him. That was more attractive to him even more than Spike's body. Suddenly feeling empowered, Nikita chewed on his lower lip and continued the painfully slow process of undressing his master. Spike moaned and rolled his head back against the pillow behind him. Nikita let his fingertips trail lightly along the edge of Spike's shirt, brushing ever so delicately over his flesh and raising goosebumps and soft moans.
Almost before he was ready, he reached the last button and drew Spike's shirt open to reveal the perfectly sculpted chest of a god. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed his lips against Spike's left pec. He glanced up at Spike and realized that he really was enjoying this. He let himself smile and licked a line down his chest toward the waistband of his tight, black jeans. Spike arched his back into the contact and Nikita smiled wider. He took the corner of Spike's jeans between his teeth and unfastened the button without hands.
Spike watched with a combination of awe and arousal. He nearly lost it when Nikita continued on his quest to divest him of his clothes and unzipped his pants with his teeth. He hadn't felt this hard in years. The treatment Nikita was lavishing on him was astonishing. This was not something he had ever thought of doing with anyone before. Obviously, Nikita had been shown some exotic tricks. He would have to keep this in mind. It would make for some very interesting and... fun times in the future. His train of thought was quickly interrupted when Nikita licked Spike's prick from base to tip. “Oh, Niki...”
Nikita's response was so soft that for a moment, he thought he had imagined it. “Yes, William?”
Spike lifted himself up on his elbows and looked at Nikita. He was amazed. “Niki... what did you just call me?”
Nikita pulled back, suddenly unsure of his position. He lowered his eyes and bit his lip. “W-William... Is... that okay...?”
Spike pushed himself all the way up into a sitting position and pulled Nikita closer for a kiss. It started sweet and then quickly turned hungry and needy. Nikita melted into Spike's embrace. After a second, he moved into a much more comfortable position, straddling Spike and kissing him just as hungrily. Spike shouted for joy in his mind and ran his hands up under Nikita's shirt, begging with his fingers to be closer to his lover. Nikita obliged him by grinding against him and unbuttoning his own shirt quickly. He tore it off as if it was burning him. Spike knew that feeling very well. He wanted to be rid of his pants with the same urgency that burned in Nikita's eyes. “Niki, darling, I love hearing my name off your lips. Oh, Niki, how I want to be inside of you right now. Tell me what you want, please?”
Nikita shuddered and nodded. All he wanted, from the depths of his soul to the marrow of his bones, was to be taken by the vampire between his legs, to be possessed in that deeply personal way, to be completely connected to his master, no, his lover. “Please, William, I... I want you to make love to me. I need you to make love to me.”
Those were the only words Spike wanted to hear. He lifted Nikita off his lap and ripped his pants off, desperate to touch the boy. Nikita tore at his own pants, unable to work the button. He got frustrated quickly and his breathing quickened to the point where Spike got worried. He took matters into his own hands and helped Nikita with his burden. The pants were a total loss, but Spike was less than concerned about that. Buffy would take Nikita out to the mall or something and get him replacements. The tattered remains of Nikita's pants clung to his legs, inching their way off with every buck of his hips.
Spike shifted their position on the bed so that Nikita was against the wall. Part of his brain tried to remind him that he had intended to let Nikita be on top while they made love, but the much larger, much more insistent part told him to hurry and bring them together. Anyway, Nikita didn't seem to mind. His fevered kisses to whatever part of Spike's torso he could reach were making his erection almost painful. He needed release and he needed it soon. He wrapped his hand around the base of Nikita's cock and gave it a few strong strokes.
Nikita threw his head back against the mattress and jerked his hips up toward Spike. Pleasure jolted through him like electricity, only better. Spike was focusing on his enjoyment, he could feel it and that sensation in and of itself was enough to sustain him through anything Spike wanted to do to him for months. He knew this from experience. The dark memory threatened to break his concentration on what was happening to him right this second. He frowned imperceptibly and banished the thought back to its little corner of his mind. He didn't want anything to detract from this new memory.
Precum glistened on the head of his cock and Spike wet his fingers with it. Nikita didn't understand why, even after Spike pressed the lubricated digits against his opening. He was only confused for another few heartbeats, because that was all the more time Spike gave him before pushing into him. There was no pain. Nikita's vision swam and he heard himself whimper and gasp. Spike kissed him as he added another finger, bringing the total inside him to three. Nikita could feel himself stretching and knew that he could very easily cum from just this stimulation, but he could feel that Spike had no desire for this to be over quickly. That was just fine with Nikita. He didn't want Spike to ever stop touching him.
Spike grinned and added yet another finger. He had a sneaking suspicion that his little Niki would be able to take whatever he offered and decided to test that theory. At the first hint of discomfort on Nikita's face, he wouldn't push it any farther, but, for now, this was hot. Nikita started babbling incoherently, something that Spike decided he liked. It meant he was doing something right for the boy. The fact that Niki had seen an entire century didn't change Spike's vision of his being a boy. There was something innocent in him that needed shelter and protection.
Nikita couldn't breathe without making a conscious effort to do so. No master had ever been this... words failed him. He couldn't find a word that adequately described Spike's attentions. Then thought became impossible when he felt Spike's thumb join the party in his bum. He cried out and bucked against Spike's hand. The far-away pounding that had to be Buffy trying to get into the room got louder and more insistent, but Nikita couldn't bring himself to care.
Buffy's shouts and pounding on the door gave Spike an interesting tempo to coordinate the little thrusts of his hand to. Nikita was not anywhere near quiet and Spike could only imagine what their audience in the hallway was thinking. He chuckled and carefully withdrew from Nikita. For a moment, he thought that the boy would start crying. He hurried to replace his fist with his aching cock.
Nikita cried out again and thrust against the intrusion, desperate to fill the void at his core. For one frenzied second, he had been afraid that Spike would leave him like that, empty and hungry for release, but then his master had soothed him with a decisive thrust that sheathed him entirely inside the boy's still tight channel. The world contracted until they were the only two beings contained within it. Blood thudded in his ears, blocking out any sound but his desire. He was completed by his master, they were two halves of the same whole. Nothing else in the world mattered, as long as Spike was fucking him just like this. Each thrust of his master's cock threatened the structural integrity of the bed frame and slammed the headboard against the concrete wall with a resounding thud. Nikita had never been so happy. This was what he was made for, his mother's curse had insured that, but this was the first time he had ever been grateful to her for it.
The world spun before Spike's eyes. Nikita was clenching his muscles as regularly as he could, though his control was somewhat impaired by the tidal wave of pleasure that was trying to drown him. It didn't matter. He was most definitely the best Spike had ever had, male or female, human or otherwise. He sent up a silent prayer of gratitude that he was not afflicted by the same gypsy curse as his Sire, Angel. This moment was complete bliss and he intended to enjoy it as long as possible, as long as Nikita could handle the continued stimulation.
Spike changed his angle, questing for that bundle of heaven that would sky-rocket Nikita farther into the clouds of pleasure than he had ever been before. He found it and it worked exactly as advertised. Nikita bucked and arched his back, crying out in a strange, incomprehensible language over and over. Spike laughed and continued thrusting, making sure to caress Nikita's prostate in and out.
Nikita groped blindly for his cock. He was so lost in the gift Spike was bestowing on him, he forgot where he put it last. Spike saw and laughed before taking it into his own hands, literally. He pumped in time with his thrusts and was rewarded with more babbling and harder pounding on the door. He could just make out threats to break the door in, to go get an axe, to use the business end of Mr. Pointy on him. He came back to the task at hand by the total loss of Nikita to control his body. The boy arched his back until he had formed an almost perfect half circle and he cried out a long string of words in that sexy babble of his. Hot streams of steaming white cum flew through the air and Spike caught one and brought it to his lips to taste his boy. The taste alone was enough to push Spike over the precipice and into the endless, spiraling abyss of his orgasm.
Spike was vaguely aware of Nikita collapsing in a happy heap of gasping, babbling exhaustion. He pulled away from Nikita and smiled down at him, reassuring him without words that he had done well. Nikita curled up against the wall and burrowed under the light blanket Buffy had insisted on giving him. For once, he was glad she had. It wasn't like he got cold often. What did he need a blanket for? Spike watched Nikita as he sank quickly into a post-coital nap. Then, once the boy was sleeping, he got up, pulled a pair of boxers on to cover his nudity, and opened the door to a furious Slayer. "What the bloody hell was so important that it couldn't wait while I finished comforting the boy?"
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