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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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Buffy, Willow and Giles all gaped at Spike in disbelief. Buffy pushed past him into the bedroom and rushed to the bed where Nikita slept. The room reeked of sex, sweat and blood. She was amazed to watch Nikita's chest rise and fall with the even rhythm of deep slumber. Willow joined her at the bedside and looked at Buffy. "He looks so peaceful..."
"Of course he does. I just gave him the best orgasm of his much longer than it looks life. He's exhausted. We should take this little discussion out into the hallway and let him rest. Really, I don't want to wake him up just yet," Spike interjected from the doorway. Giles looked at him and then looked over at the boy.
"Buffy, perhaps Spike is correct. Young Nikita looks as though he could use some uninterrupted sleep. You and Willow should take Spike upstairs to discuss this and I will check on Nikita and see that he was not seriously injured," Giles came over and punctuated his suggestion with a gentle hand on the shoulder of each young woman. After only a few seconds, they relented. Spike looked at Giles.
"Try not to scare the poor thing. He spooks easily. You may want to avoid topics like refusing me. He seems to panic the worst at those. Other than that, try to keep your hands to yourself," he advised.
"Right. I'll do my best. Now, you'd best get along upstairs before Buffy comes down and decides you need assistance,” Giles replied. Spike nodded and followed Buffy and Willow upstairs. Giles walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge farthest from Nikita and watched him sleep. He listened to Buffy and Spike yell at each other and the angrier Spike's voice got, the more Nikita fidgeted in his sleep. Giles moved closer and reached for his hand. Nikita whimpered and shuddered. Spike shouted and Nikita jerked awake with a cry. When he realized that Spike was not in the room with him, he became frenzied. Giles grabbed him by the arms just before he hit the floor. “Easy now, Nikita.”
Nikita went rigid and started shaking. He looked up at Giles with wide, terrified eyes. The door had fallen closed when Spike had gone upstairs. He had been in this position before, and it was never good. His mind spun frantically. What had he done to annoy his master? Why would he be giving him out on loan so soon after what had happened a few moments ago? What had he done wrong? How could he avoid it in the future?
Giles pulled Nikita back up onto the bed. He intended only to make him more comfortable, but when he reached down to untangle the blanket from Nikita's ankles, he didn't realize what it would look like to Nikita. The blanket had gotten tangled up with what was left of his pants and those were wrapped around his knees. In order for Giles to effectively untangle him, he had to reach down between his legs and his hand brushed against the inside of Nikita's thigh.
Nikita squeezed his eyes closed and went limp. It took Giles a minute to figure out why Nikita suddenly stopped responding. He pulled his hand back as quickly as if the touch of Nikita's flesh burned him. Nikita didn't move, he didn't look at Giles, he didn't even really breathe. He was waiting for Giles to do something.
“Nikita... please, sit up,” Giles requested, turning his head to give Nikita some privacy. Nikita obeyed immediately. He was still shaking, but he kept himself still. If Spike had given him to Giles for the time being, he had to treat Giles as a master. That meant perfect obedience and he intended to prove that he would obey. He sat quietly. Giles turned to look at him and blushed a little when he saw that he hadn't bothered to cover himself.
“What can I do to please you, Mister Giles?” Nikita asked softly with a voice choked with emotion. Giles looked at him again.
“What? Oh, no... not anything like that. Please, cover yourself, Nikita. I do not want anything like that from you. I only want to ask you some questions. Is that alright with you?” he asked. Nikita nodded quickly. Almost too quickly for Giles' liking. “Are you sure? You do not have to talk to me if you do not wish to.”
“What did Spike say? Does he want me to talk to you?” Nikita asked automatically. Giles frowned at the question.
“Nikita, you can make decisions on who to speak with on your own. You do not need to have his permission for everything that you do. You do understand that, correct?” he asked.
“Mister Giles, you do understand that I am his slave, correct? I must do only what he wishes. If I anger him, it causes me more than just distress. It physically hurts me,” Nikita snapped back, his patience with the lot of them exhausted. Giles didn't respond, so he pressed on. “If he gives me to someone, I must submit to them just the same as if he were standing in front of me giving me the same orders as whoever he gives me to. I crave his approval, it's more potent to me than heroin.”
“How old are you, Nikita?” Giles inquired, skipping over the revelations Nikita had just thrown at him.
Nikita looked at him and sighed. Guilt gripped his chest when he thought about how he had lied to Spike when asked this exact same question. “I will be one hundred and twenty on February 14th. Why do you ask?”
“Are you some sort of demon?” Giles moved on.
“No. I am human. My mother sold me to a witch when I was seventeen so she could drink herself to death. She told the witch that I was a virgin and that she could probably sell me to the local lord to do with as he pleased. So the witch sold me and when he nearly killed me, she cursed me to immortality. She made it so that unless I was mortally wounded, I would heal before the sun went down. A mortal wound would heal before the sun came back up.” Now that he had started telling his story, Nikita couldn't stop himself. Everything poured out like water from a broken dam. “When she sent me back to him, he taught me the meaning of pain. Every single thing I had ever done out of defiance, he punished me for. I wanted to die. But I couldn't. I couldn't even take my own life.
“Nothing I did was right for weeks. He punished me for breathing too loudly, for peeing when I didn't ask for permission first. He broke every bone in my body every day for four days. So, I learned as fast as I could that as it wouldn't hurt so badly if I did everything he told me to and nothing else. Before I knew it, my dedication to obedience integrated itself into my curse. I could no longer do anything that would anger my master,” Nikita continued. Giles listened quietly, watching the boy in front of him. He was shaking again. “It's not that I don't want to make him happy. I do. That is all I want. It's more important to me than continuing to live. I love him.”
“Okay, Nikita. Alright. I just wanted to make sure that this is what you wanted. It's alright. If it is, then you have nothing to be concerned about. I will tell Buffy and the others to back off and leave the two of you alone. You can do whatever you like for him. But. If there is any part of you that is not one hundred percent sure that you want him, I will help you find a way out of the curse. Don't worry, I'm not asking you to defy him. I would just like to know what you really feel. Think on it. You don't have to answer now. I will be available whenever you want to speak,” Giles offered. Nikita watched him closely, waiting for the deception he was sure was coming. He waited for Giles to change his mind and throw him to the bed to ravage him.
The silence between them stretched out for many long moments. Giles waited for Nikita to decide if he wanted to talk or not and Nikita waited for Giles to make his move. Nothing happened and finally, Spike came back downstairs. He walked through the door and Nikita flew into his arms. Giles got to his feet and watched them. Spike smoothed Nikita's hair and murmured soft reassurances at his ear. Nikita's eyes were closed and he buried his face in Spike's chest. His chest rose and fell with the deep lungfuls of air that filled his nostrils with Spike's scent. Spike looked up at Giles. “Didn't I ask you to keep your hands to yourself?”
“I only touched him once and that was an accident. He was tangled in the blanket and I was trying to help him. I didn't try anything, I can assure you of that,” Giles replied. Spike nodded toward the door.
“Sod off, mate.” Spike's voice was even and low. He didn't look at Giles again, keeping his eyes locked on Nikita. Giles took the hint and left quickly. Spike gently pressed his lips against Nikita's forehead. “Are you alright, Niki?”
Nikita nodded shakily. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. Is she still mad?”
“Who, the Slayer? She'll survive. Don't worry about her, love.” Spike nuzzled Nikita's neck. “What would you like to do, love?”
“I don't know... wh-what are my options?” Nikita asked. Spike smiled down at him.
“Whatever you wish. It's after dark, we can go out, or we can stay in, or we could even just go to bed. You need to decide so that we can do it. Don't worry, I will do anything with you that you want,” he replied. Nikita thought for a moment.
“C-can we go out?” he asked quietly. Spike smiled.
“Have you ever been to the Bronze?” he responded, knowing the answer long before Nikita shook his head. “Wonderful. I'll take you tonight. Let's go see if we can get the whelp to lend you some clothes. I doubt that you would be considered decent by most of polite society.”
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