The Second X File
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1 through F › Criminal Minds
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
6,375
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 4
The Second X File Hatochiisai aka Ahmose Inarus Disclaimer: No own. Piss off. SLASH WARNING!!! Hotch/Reid, UnSub/Reid (Non-con)
Chapter 4
The local agents were the first to snap out of the shock of seeing the monster disappearing with one of the profilers in his clutches... De Leon turned and looked at the BAU and the X Files Agents. The seven of them stood there in complete shock, staring up at the dark sky where the eighth had just vanished. The local agents looked to De Leon for instruction, but she was lost… she didn’t know what to do. “… JJ, Call Garcia.” Agent Rossi called suddenly, being the first to snap out of it. “Track Reid’s cell phone! Agent De Leon! Can you get us a chopper?!” “On it!” She nodded, glad to have been assigned a job. “Emily! Get some maps together. He always heads southeast! Morgan, I want you to organize patrols over all the beaches he’s ever dumped anyone on. Mulder and Scully… Comb that park for… ANYTHING.” Everyone watched silently as Rossi then turned and stared at Hotch. Then as one they moved to do as they were told. Rossi strode across the grass towards the Unit Chief; the man was in shock. He was staring up at the dark night sky, a look of helpless grief on his face. “Aaron?” Rossi called. “… Aaron.” Hotch blinked and his eyes snapped down to meet Rossi’s gaze. He closed his gaping mouth and swallowed thickly. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but words failed him. After a moment, he slowly looked down. Rossi followed his gaze. Hotch was holding out his fist, palm up. And slowly, he uncurled his fingers. Rossi winced inwardly at the sight of the little golden ring with a ruby set in the band. It’s mate, bearing a fire opal, rested on the ring finger of Hotch’s left hand. “… This can’t be happening.” Hotch breathed, his voice shaking. “Come on, Aaron. We’re going after him.” Rossi said. Hotch blinked in confusion. “He always carries them southeast. Towards the wetlands. We’re taking a chopper and hunting him down.” Hotch blinked again, and then his eyes cleared and darkened. The distraught Aaron Hotchner disappeared and SSA Hotchner fell neatly into place. “Let’s move.”
Reid struggled as the creature’s hands roamed over his body, claws shredding clothes… scraps fluttered away on the wind. One shoe dropped, splashing into a hotel pool as they flew over it. His phone fell from his pocket, followed a moment later by his wallet. Both fell into the hotel’s parking lot, the phone smashed to pieces. Reid sobbed in fear as he watched the ground quickly dropping out from under him. He could see the coast… then he could make out the barrier island of Long Boat Key… The lights of the city grew smaller and smaller. He could see the moon sparkling on the ocean’s surface. Then, wisps of clouds appeared as he was carried higher and higher.
His naked body fell still as he stopped struggling, and the cool wind whipped through his hair. He gasped in surprise when they burst through a cloud, the moisture clinging to his skin and making him shiver. He began to struggle for oxygen as the air grew thinner and thinner. His ears popped with the change in pressure as they continued to climb higher and higher… it grew cold. Then the talons loosened their grip and Reid let out a terrified cry. He had no desire to skydive naked in the dark with no parachute. But the clawed feet simply passed him upwards into the grip of the clawed hands. Then he was being held against a warm chest and he couldn’t help but press his body into it as the frigid wind nipped at his exposed body and his frightened tears froze on his eyelashes. Slowly, he closed his eyes. The great beast was purring to him, chest vibrating. With a small whimper he nuzzled closer, feeling and hearing the purring as well as the beating of the demon’s heart in his chest. It was soothing… And the incubus was so warm… And Reid was so cold… so sleepy… In the back of head he knew that his drowsiness probably could be partially blamed on oxygen deprivation… Those thick, powerful arms held him close, and then suddenly the beating wings dropped and wrapped around them. Reid moaned softly at the warmth that came from the leathery membranes… it tingled on his skin and filled his entire being. He felt gravity take over and they began to fall. The wind roared around them as they dropped like stones, but Reid didn’t care. The lack of oxygen, the warmth of the wings and the strong purring mixed with the sensation of free-fall created euphoria. He vaguely registered the beast’s thick tail coiling around his left thigh while a large, powerful hand gripped his right buttock. Heat and desire began to pulse through his mortal body as fingers wove themselves through his hair, and he felt his length harden against the defined abdominal muscles of his captor. Then, there were warm lips on his, and a hot, thick forked tongue probed into his mouth. A familiar sensation curled up his spine and he cried out into that dominating mouth as he climaxed. Then the world faded and darkness took over…
The chopper set down in the park. Mulder, Scully, Hotch and Rossi all hopped in and it took off only moments later. “Emily says that Reid’s phone is off.” Rossi called. “Garcia can’t track him!” “The victims said that he stripped them as he carried them away!” Scully shouted over the noise from the prop. “If it fell, it could have broken!” “We need to head to the marshes!!!” Mulder told the pilot, and the chopper was off.
Reid was slow to wake. One of the things that helped to draw him into awareness was the sound of a helicopter. He was lying on something soft… He slowly opened his eyes. He seemed to be in some kind of hammock in a cave… the material was… strange. He looked down at it, ran his fingers over it. It felt like silk. But it was made of thick, black strands. As he began to look around, he realized that this so-called cave was actually made of the material. It was like a giant trap made by a massive funnel-web spider… And the spider was currently standing at the entrance, watching the chopper’s searchlight fading into the distance.
One of his webbed ears twitched, and Asmodai turned, fixing glowing golden eyes on Reid. The young man froze, his own eyes widening. His heart began to pound in his chest. Those full, sensual lips curved up in a smirk and the demon made his way over. His tail lashed as his eyes molested the young agent with their gaze, lingering on his thighs. “… Please…” The young man gasped, trembling. “Shhhh…” Asmodai hissed, finally standing before Reid. He reached out to touch the boy’s face, but Reid recoiled, violently. Asmodai frowned. “There is no use resisting. You should accept and enjoy…” “No.” Reid snarled. “My body is NOT yours to touch.” He saw the incubus tense. “No one is off limits to me.” He snarled. “You will beg for my touch before I am done with you!” And he lunged. Reid let out a shriek and threw himself to the floor, scrambling towards the exit. Wind blasted around him, and a moment later Asmodai landed nimbly between his prey and the exit. His wings were flared out, blocking Reid’s path. Reid fell back and stared up at him. “Don’t… Please…” He pleaded, shaking his head in his denial at what he knew was coming. He jerked back when Asmodai reached for him, but thick fingers closed around his upper arms in a bruising, iron grip. Reid writhed, trying to reign in his breathing before he started to hyperventilate. He was spun around and pushed down to the floor until he was on his hands and knees. He let out a broken wail of helpless despair as hands roamed over his naked body, leaving a trail of fiery pleasure in their wake… “Oh, God… please no… AH!!!” He yelped when claws dug into his skin. “You will not utter His name…” The demon snarled. Reid’s eyes cleared and widened. “Get off…” He hissed. “In the name of God, I command you to release me!!!” The demon hissed and beat his wings, but then there was a devastating blow on the side of Reid’s head from the thick, heavy tail. Reid crashed heavily to the ground, cross eyed. “You do not have the authority to call Him… You are nothing but a mortal…” Reid whimpered as he was again forced onto his hands and knees. A finger traced down his spine and he cried out as his body immediate lit up in desire. He sobbed as he felt his length swell and harden, and his skin tingled. “Don’t worry…” Asmodai hissed as his hands caressed the trembling body. “You won’t remember any of this…” And a fog enshrouded Reid’s mind. He groaned softly as rough hands gripped his buttocks and spread them open… something hot and slick dribbled over his entrance, and then he let out a shriek of pain as the demon plunged into the body that would never have been ready to receive him… not in a hundred years… And it was that violation that made an ancient incubus groan in pleasure… just as he had with all the other innocents he had ripped into. This boy was not the first, and he would certainly not be the last… But all those he’d had in the past and would have in the future didn’t matter. Because this boy was the one he had now. And all Asmodai cared for was the body beneath him, writhing in the unwelcome pain and pleasure. He inhaled deeply, smelling the boy’s pain, lust, despair and then his blood and tears. It fueled his own lust and he savored the agonized cries coming from the body beneath him as he stabbed deep into the tender recesses with an erection the length and thickness of two soft drink cans stacked on top of one another. The delicate flesh ripped around him and he enjoyed it… The boy let out a strangled cry and his inner channel pulsed as his body erupted into an unwelcome orgasm… The demon’s wings rustled as he felt the mortals’ sexual energy flare, and he began to take it into himself and devour it, savoring the battered innocence. His own aura swirled around the young man’s body, not allowing the desire to ebb away after his climax. Reid cried and squirmed as his entire body pulsed in the lust that made him feel like he was burning. The tingling became like flames licking over his skin, hot and painful. Then there was a low growl behind him and he cried out as his core was flooded with liquid fire, burning and stinging his insides… “God…” He groaned. “Please… it hurts…” “What did I tell you?!” The demon snapped, withdrawing and watching the trembling body collapse, whimpering in pain. Reid felt exhausted… completely drained. His body was heavy. Slowly, he moved to recline next to the mortal, running his claws over the sweat slickened skin. Reid screamed in his head when his body moved of its own accord… there seemed to be whispers filling the fog that encased his thoughts… He tried to drag himself away from the demon, but his body had other ideas. He crawled up in between Asmodai’s casually spread legs. His significant member glistened with wet blood and semen. Those eerie eyes remained fixed on Reid, and he ran his claws through the young man’s disheveled hair. Reid gasped when the beast’s tail slithered up his thigh and slid into his torn passage, beginning a firm rhythm, thrusting in and out. But he wanted to vomit when, despite all his attempts to reclaim control of his own body, he lowered his head and began to lick Asmodai’s penis clean of demon seed and his own blood… The incubus purred words of encouragement as he stroked the profiler’s hair and wiped away his tears of pain and disgust, then guided him into taking his length into his mouth as far as he could. Before he knew it, thick fluids were filling his mouth and running down his throat. Then he was rolled onto his back and his legs were wrenched apart. Apparently, incubi didn’t have to worry about a recovery period… in moments, Reid was screaming as he was once again filled past capacity by the demon’s rigid phallus, and as it seared across his prostate, Reid found himself riding out yet another climax that left him shaking. “Give in…” Asmodai hissed, but Reid barely heard him. “It will be easier for you if you are not awake for the next few hours while I take what I need… just close your eyes now… I will help you.” And then there was a hand on his face, covering his eyes. Reid let out a soft whimper, and did as he was told. He closed his eyes and fell into the comforting arms of the darkness… Asmodai stared down at the limp body beneath him. He ran a finger down the pale chest, teasing a nipple as he went. The body twitched and gasped softly, then let out a soft moan. Asmodai smirked. The body was awake and aware, but the mind was not. The rest of the night would be nothing but a dream to the young man when he awoke… The memory would be there, but just barely. If he tried to reach out and grasp it, it would retreat into darkness, and be lost. And that was for the best… None had ever survived what he would put that vulnerable body through with their sanity intact… All night he used the fragile form, relishing the cries of pain/pleasure that rose from swollen lips… He brought the abused body to countless orgasms, and he fed well… He was not ready when the time had come for him to return the boy… But he took him in his arms and took flight. It took a while for him to find a section of beach that pleased him… when he did, he landed softly in the sand and gently laid the limp form down. He ran a finger down the pale cheek, then turned and disappeared into the fading night, leaving Spender Reid lying in the sand barely breathing, to be found by an innocent volunteer on his morning sunrise patrol, searching for sea turtle nests… As the sun began to rise, a man stumbled down the beach, nearly losing a shoe in the process. His eyes were wide and frantic, staring at the boy in the sand. The young man who had found him backed away. He had taken off his shirt and draped it over the unconscious youth’s hips, trying to preserve what shreds of dignity remained. He looked up as the man in a suit dropped to his knees, and other people came pouring over the hill. Sirens could be heard, getting closer. The young volunteer stepped back as the man laid a hand on the face of the boy in the sand. “Oh God…” Hotch breathed, gently brushing hair out of Reid’s face, wincing at the semen spattered over his skin. “Spencer…” He pressed his fingers to Reid’s throat. He found the pulse easily. It was slow and quiet, but it was strong and steady. A moment later, Mulder and Scully were kneeling on Reid’s other side, while Morgan dropped to his knees beside Hotch. He frowned, staring down at Reid’s legs. Then, slowly, he reached out and drew the shirt up Reid’s thighs. “… Oh man…” He winced, looking away from the dark blood smeared over his best friend’s inner thighs. He tried not to think of the streaks of white that were mixed in. Agent Scully was taking Reid’s pulse and respiration, and when the EMT’s drove the ambulance down onto the beach and climbed out, she went to meet them. “Rape victim, looks like he’s been beaten.” She said. “Pulse and respiration are on the low side but within normal limits, he’s going to need to be treated for this as well as exhaustion and dehydration.” Mulder stood and moved aside when they reached Reid, and then assisted Morgan in forcing Hotch to get out of the way. He frowned when he felt the Unit Chief’s arm shaking under his hand.”He’s gonna be okay, Hotch.” Morgan said. Once Reid had been transferred onto the stretcher and was being lifted into ambulance, Morgan and Mulder let Hotch go to ride in with the young man, then turned and met each other’s glances. Then, wordlessly, they headed up to the cars to follow the bus in. Rossi and Emily went to interview the volunteer who had found Reid, and JJ went to head off the media that was already circling like sharks who smelled blood. Scully went to Agent De Leon and headed up the investigation of the crime scene, all the while trying to compartmentalize… but it was hard knowing that the blood on the sand had come from a dear friend… At the hospital, Hotch ordered a rape kit by flashing his badge around and informing them that HE was Reid’s emergency contact and had Power of Attorney when Reid was unable to make decisions for himself. But not even those made the doctor allow him to stay with Reid while he was seen to. Hotch ended up pacing back and forth in the waiting room while Morgan moved around from standing at the window to sitting and bouncing his leg to ruffling through magazines to joining Hotch in his pacing. Mulder sat calmly, observing the two agitated agents and the other people in the waiting room who were watching them, nervously. Rossi and Emily joined them an hour later, and thirty minutes after that, JJ and Scully. Now the other people in the waiting room were VERY on edge, watching this group of people carrying guns as they shuffled and paced and fidgeted about. Another forty five minutes later and an odd woman hurried in, eyes wide and blood shot. “… Garcia.” JJ gasped, standing. Mulder and Scully looked up and laid eyes on the Technical Analyst for the first time. Mulder quirked an eyebrow at the woman’s red pigtails held in place by sparkly black and purple scrunchies. She was wearing a purple dress with a black shawl, black sash and black platform boots that came up to her knees with black fishnet stockings. She was rolling a suitcase behind her with a laptop case strapped to it. Morgan walked over and she threw her arms around his neck. “Oh God, Morgan… What did he do to him?!” “We don’t know the details yet, Penelope.” Morgan said, kissing the top of her head and holding her tightly. “Did… Did he… you know…” Garcia trailed off, tears in her eyes. Morgan shook his head at her, a questioning look on his face. “Did he rape him?” Morgan winced and was unable to meet her gaze at that. Garcia stared at him, then broke down. Morgan and JJ escorted her over to a chair and sat down with her. Mulder and Scully glanced at each other. It was two hours later that they heard a woman’s voice echo through the waiting room. “Agent Reid?” “DOCTOR Reid.” Hotch heard himself say as he stood. He walked over, the team scurrying after him. “We’re treating him for exhaustion and dehydration.” The woman said, leading the group down the hall. “He’s resting right now.” “Has he woken up?” Mulder asked. “No.” The doctor said. “He’s exhausted. We have him on fluids and a course of anti-biotics. Please…” She said, stopping at the door to the hospital room and holding up a hand to the group. “Do not try to wake him. He needs to rest. Let him wake on his own.” The group nodded, silently. “… If I tell you only two at a time… will I get a face full of badges and threatening glares?” “… Probably.” Garcia said with a grin. The doctor’s lips twitched. She nodded and pushed the door open, stepping back to allow them in. She watched them all creep in one by one on tip toes, taking great care to be as quiet as possible. Once they were all in, she gently closed the door. The group of eight stood around the bed. Reid was resting at a forty five degree angle, one arm outstretched with an IV in it, and the other arm was draped over his stomach. His head was turned to the left, cheek resting on the pillow. His lips were slightly parted and his hair fell into his face in tousled curls, damp and freshly washed, as was the rest of his body. His torso was bare, and was littered with bruises and several bandages that covered up deep scratches and claw marks. Hotch reached into his pocket and drew out the ring that he had inadvertently pulled from his lover’s finger while trying to keep him from being carried away. He took Reid’s left hand and gently slid the ring onto his finger, then reached up brushed the wayward strands out of Reid’s face. “At… at least he looks peaceful?” Garcia offered. Hotch gave a weak smile, trailing fingertips down the bruised cheek and a thumb over the swollen lower lip. “Looks can be deceiving…” Hotch murmured, and the group slowly settled in. Hotch pulled up a chair while Rossi, Mulder and Morgan went to commandeer more. When they returned, Hotch had offered his chair to Scully and he himself had removed his suit coat and slid onto the bed behind Reid, letting the boy rest against his chest. The others made themselves as comfortable as possible and sat back to watch over Reid as he unconsciously nuzzled into his elder lover and slept on.