Working with Nikto in this way wasn’t exactly what you had expected for your evening, but for the love of god.. you weren't complaining about the sight. Well, not that he'd let you say anything about this anyways, one wrong move would most definetly lead to him punching you square in the face. You enjoyed the sight nonetheless.

Nikto, laying in your bed, shirtless with his face buried in your pillows, grumbling halfhearted threats while you were trying to massage the tense bastard. He had been complaining about his sore muscles for far too long at this point, and didn't trust anyone else to see him in such a vulnerable state. His snarky complaints ceased to exist the very moment your nimble hands spread out the sheen layer of massage oil along the scarred plains of his back though, instead making way for a stifled groan.