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For the Touch of a Master's Hand	By : wlkellogg Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5722 -:- 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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** Sorry if I missed any warnings. It's my first story and I may have gotten excited. I know I missed OC, and there is definitely OC here. Also, I am without a beta on this story, so I humbly accept any and all mistakes as my own. Enjoy and please review **
Darkness blanketed the cemetery, shadows stretched languidly across the ground. If a person didn't know the lay of the graves, some of the lower headstones could easily take out the unobservant walker. Buffy Summers did not have that problem. She knew this cemetery better than the back of her hand. The layout was more familiar to her than the arrangement of her bedroom furniture. Xander shouted suddenly, drawing Buffy's attention. She looked in the direction he pointed and saw what looked like a ghost sprinting between the headstones. It didn't give her any indication of evil, which meant that it was human. “Crap....”
Buffy jumped to her feet and ran after the apparition. This cemetery was dangerous after dark, and that was even by Sunnydale standards. No human should ever be here at this hour, especially alone. She caught up with her quarry easily. He was slowed down by the unfamiliar terrain, but she knew where to go and where to avoid. She could tell now that the newcomer was male and she jumped to avoid him when his foot found a hole and he fell. She skidded to a stop and dusted a few fledglings before she could get back to where that pale wisp of a boy had fallen. He was breathing, but just barely. Buffy looked around and saw Xander on his way toward her. “Get over here, Xander. Help me with him. He's human. We've got to get him back to the house and see how bad he hurt himself when he fell.”
Xander came over and helped Buffy untangle the kid and took his shoulders. Buffy took his legs and they hefted him off the ground and started out of the cemetery. Buffy kept her eyes open for any beasty who thought it would be a good idea to ambush the laden slayer and her friend. They made it to the house with relatively no incident, excepting the three times Xander nearly dropped the boy on his head. Buffy dropped the boy's feet long enough to open the door and then helped Xander get him inside. “The couch, Xander. Put him on the couch.”
It didn't take long for them to situate the slender boy on the cushions. Xander went to shut the door while Buffy looked their guest over. His ankle was sprained badly, but it wasn't life-threatening. She tossed her steak into a convenient armchair and went upstairs for a couple aspirin for when their mystery boy woke up. She dropped the pills on the coffee table beside a glass of water. “Xan, can you keep an eye on him for me? I'm going upstairs for a shower. Call me if he wakes up before I get done.”
“Yeah, sure, Buffy. Take your time,” Xander replied. Buffy nodded and headed up the stairs to her bathroom. Xander looked over at the boy on the couch. He was impossibly delicate of features and bruises were already forming on his nearly translucent flesh. It was almost as if he had never been out in the sun. The front door banged open and Xander jumped. “Geez, Spike, how about knocking once in a while?”
It was strange, normally Spike would have had a snappy British come-back ready and waiting to toss back at Xander for his 'girly' behavior. This time, however, all he did was stop and stare at the boy on the couch. Xander turned to look at him, mouth open to snap something at him, but his sharp comment died on his lips when he saw the focused, almost fixated expression on Spike's face. It was intense and almost hungry. Xander felt a pang of jealousy tighten his loins. No one had ever looked at him like that, and he found himself wanting to be on the receiving end of a gaze even half as wanton as that, and Spike had only just laid eyes on the boy. Xander got to his feet and walked over to where Spike stood as a statue. “Hellooo... Earth to Captain Peroxide.”
Spike jerked and looked at Xander as if only just noticing his presence. “Who is this?”
“This is.... a kid we found in the cemetery tonight on patrol. No ID, he passed out before we could ask him his name. Tripped in a hole in the ground and sprained an ankle. Why? Do you know him?” Xander replied. Spike shook his head.
“Never seen the kid before. Where's the Slayer?” He asked. Xander nodded toward the stairs and Spike caught a whiff of Buffy's floral bodywash. Spike nodded and headed for the coffee table. He sat down beside the glass of water and the pills and watched the boy sleep. Xander took a step backward and watched Spike's rapt attentive stare. This was just... not normal. Only the fact that he knew Spike's chip would prevent him from harming the boy kept him from running upstairs and pulling Buffy out of her shower right now.
“Hey, Spike, I'm gonna go... to the kitchen for a minute. I'll be right back, keep an eye on the kid for me, will you?” Xander asked. Spike grunted and nodded once without tearing his eyes off the sleeping boy. Xander headed up the stairs instead of to the kitchen. Buffy had turned off her shower and Xander was pretty sure she should know about this new development. He leaned against the door jam and knocked on the door with one knuckle.
“Hey, Buff? You available?” Buffy cracked the door and looked out, her fuzzy blue towel wrapped tightly around her, catching the droplets of water that fell from her hair.
“What is it, Xan? And why are we whispering?”
“Spike just got back, and you may be interested to know that he has a bit of a crush on our mystery boy. As soon as he saw him, he zeroed in on him and hasn't looked away since,” Xander replied quietly. Buffy looked up at him sharply.
“And you left them alone? What were you thinking, Xander?” She snapped. Xander looked at her.
“Good old Fangless still has his chip. He can't hurt the boy with it in him,” he pointed out. Buffy nodded her concession of that point. ”You probably have time to get dressed before you come down and chase him away from the kid.”
Buffy looked down at her state of undress and nodded. “Good point, Xander. I'll be right down. Go... make sure Spike isn't trying to drown the kid in drool, or something.”
“Right. I'll see you in a few minutes,” Xander replied and hurried down the stairs to rejoin Spike and the boy in the living room. Spike didn't appear to have moved, and the boy was still unconscious. Xander leaned against a wall and crossed his arms over his chest. This new attitude of Spike's was troubling. He never mooned over anyone, let alone a human. But now, Spike looked like his next theoretical breath depended on the next rise of that boy's chest. A few seconds later, Buffy bounced down the stairs in a light weight tank top and a pair of workout pants. Her hair was still wet and dripped little spots of moisture onto her shoulders, but she didn't even seem to notice it. She moved over to where Xander leaned and joined him.
“Well? Anything interesting happen yet?” she asked. Xander shook his head.
“Nope. They're just like I left them. Spike hasn't even moved.”
“Well, that's weird.”
“Yup.” Together, Xander and Buffy watched Spike watch the boy. It was eerie, watching him devour the boy with his eyes, but not in a nutritional way. Then, things got stranger. The boy groaned and shifted on the couch. Spike anxiously leaned forward, desperately anticipating the boy's awakening. His flawless eyelids fluttered and he moaned again. Spike took a deep breath and reached toward him hesitantly. The boy's eyes opened fully and he looked around. When his gaze landed on Spike, he tensed and pulled away, deeper into the couch. Spike didn't seem to notice, he just held the boy's eyes with his own as he moved toward him. Buffy pushed away from the wall and watched Spike closer. The boy whimpered and squirmed away from Spike's advance. Xander followed Buffy's lead and flanked Spike on the other side. Xander looked Spike over and nearly swore out loud.
“Buffy...” Buffy looked over at Xander and followed his gaze down to what had worried him so much. Spike wasn't just watching the boy, he was more than a little hard. The bulge in his pants nearly bursting the seams. Buffy moved forward and laid her hand on his shoulder.
“Spike. What are you doing?” Spike didn't respond. He kept his attention focused on the boy cowering on the couch across from him. Buffy pulled back on his shoulder and he shook her hand off. She watched him and readied herself to push him back with all the force she could muster if the need arose. Spike lunged forward, intent on taking the boy into his arms and breathing in the intoxicating and delicious scent that was rolling off him in waves. He wouldn't hurt him, he just wanted to touch, to feel, to caress. But the boy panicked and and scrambled away, crawling toward the end of the couch and landing hard on his already-sprained ankle. He cried out in pain, but didn't stop. He ran and Spike tried to pursue. Buffy pushed him back onto the couch, giving the boy a larger head start. “Spike! Knock it off! Xander, get the boy out of here. Don't let him break that ankle. Spike!”
Xander moved to help the boy to his feet and lifted him off his injured ankle. The two of them hurried into the kitchen and out of Spike's sight. Buffy pushed Spike down onto the couch and punched him several times before he stopped fighting her attempts to subdue him. Finally, he shook his head and looked up at Buffy as she pinned him to the couch in the only way she could. She was straddling him with her fist cocked back, ready to hit him again.
“Buffy, what the bloody hell, girly? You can let me up now. Then you can tell me what is going on.” Buffy looked at him suspiciously.
“I was about to ask you that same thing. What in the world were you doing, and why were you scaring that poor boy? He's hurt. He doesn't need you going all creepers on him on top of everything.” Spike looked up at Buffy with a blank stare.
“What boy?” Buffy rolled her eyes.
“Really? You really want to play stupid with me?”
“Really, pet, I have no idea what you're talking about. Now, why don't you be a doll and let me up,” Spike replied.
“Only if you promise not to go all obsessed on that kid again. If you even halfway look like you're gonna do that kind of thing again, I will knock you completely out, I swear,” Buffy answered warningly. Spike nodded and Buffy climbed off him. She still watched him like a hawk, but he just stretched a little and walked around a bit. His nostrils flared as he picked up on the boy's scent again. It was still so alluring, but he managed to control the urge to chase down the source and possess it. Buffy stepped between him and the kitchen before he even noticed that he was moving in that direction. “Spike, I am not even kidding. I will lay you out right here and now if I have to.”
“Alright, fine. I'm controlling it. He smells so... perfect... I feel like I have to hold him. I don't want to hurt him, just... be close to him,” Spike replied insistently. He needed Buffy to understand that he meant that strange boy no harm. He needed her to let him close to him, let him touch that perfect flesh, just once. He was sure that was all it would take to sate his need for him. “Really, I won't hurt him. I promise.”
Buffy watched him for a minute, then pointed to the couch. “Sit. Stay. I'll go talk to him and see if he's still too freaked out to talk to you. Now. Sit. Down.”
Spike clenched his fists in frustration, but he obeyed, the rational part of his brain telling him that it was her only chance to get close to that angel he had found on the couch. Buffy shook her head and went into the kitchen to check on Xander and the boy. Xander had helped the boy onto the table and was wrapping his ankle with an ace bandage. Buffy walked over and smiled brightly at him. “Hi, my name's Buffy. What's yours?”
“Nice try, Buffy. The kid doesn't speak. I've been trying since we got in here. Right now I'm trying a new tactic. I'm trying to build some trust and see if he'll open up a bit,” Xander cut in. Buffy looked at him and nodded.
“It's okay, you're safe here. Don't be afraid,” she said soothingly. The boy didn't even respond. He was too distracted with something in the doorway. Buffy turned to see what he was looking at. Spike was standing in the doorway, watching the boy on the table. “Spike, I told you to stay in the living room.”
“It's okay...” The soft, strange voice from behind drew Buffy's attention. The boy looked at Buffy, a strange look of near pleading on his face. She nodded.
“Come on in, then, Spike. Slowly, or I knock you into next week.” Spike obeyed, moving forward one step at a time, taking a breath between each step to both steel his nerves and to get another lungful of that boy's scent. The boy squirmed a little, but didn't attempt to move from the table. Xander got to his feet and moved back a few steps, just not far enough back to be out of range to help. Soon, Spike was standing within arms reach of the boy. Buffy stepped forward, but the boy didn't seem any more distressed than he had a few moments ago. Spike reached forward slower than he had in the living room and the boy only winced a little. His fingertips brushed against the boy's cheek and his translucent eyelids drifted closed while he leaned into the caress. Spike leaned forward again and the boy mirrored the motion. The look in their eyes was so... intimate that Xander and Buffy both found it necessary to look away to give them a little privacy. The boy scooted forward on the table so his knees brushed Spike's thighs. Spike moaned softly and brought his other hand up to cradle the boy's face in his palm. The boy whimpered and leaned into Spike's hand. Buffy looked up and cleared her throat. Spike didn't take his eyes off the boy's, but he whispered a response. “Yes, Slayer. What do you need?”
“Careful, Spike. We don't want to traumatize him.”
“I'm not daft, girly. I don't intend to traumatize him. What's your name, lad?” Spike asked softly. The boy looked up at him and shivered a little.
“I am Nikita,” the boy said softly. A Russian accent colored his voice with a sort of exotic tinge that brought back the bulging in Spike's pants. Buffy noticed it and started toward him again. She had never known Spike to have this reaction to a guy, even though Nikita did look a lot like a girl.
“Nikita.... That's an... interesting name. You look tired. Would you like to rest?” Spike spoke softly, almost soothingly. Nikita relaxed a little in his grasp and nodded slightly. Spike slipped his arms under Nikita's legs and around his back and lifted him off the table. Nikita tucked his chin and Spike folded him close to his chest. Buffy opened her mouth to protest his actions, but Spike carried Nikita out of the kitchen and down to his basement room, kicking the door closed behind him. Buffy and Xander were forced to stop or run headlong into the door. The sound of the lock sliding home annoyed Buffy, but Xander put a hand on her arm.
“Buffy, wait. The kid didn't start speaking until Spike touched him. We can wait here, and if he gets scared, then we can always bust down the door and go pry Spike's cold dead fingers off of him,” he suggested. Buffy thought about it for a moment. Then she nodded.
“You have a point, Xander. Go grab us a couple folding chairs from the garage, please?” she replied. Xander nodded and took off.
** After receiving a few pointers from a friend, I have edited the chapter for a bit more consistency to canon. Please continue to review. The two who have, I love you both!**
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