Anything For You

Anything For You

 

Hatochiisai

 

No own.  Piss off.

 

Slash warning  Hotch/Reid, UnSubOC/Reid (non-con)

 

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Chapter 6

 

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“We found the car.”  Agent Kehoe said, striding into the room.  Perry looked up from his desk.

 

“Sorry?”

 

“We found the SUV he took from us.”  Kehoe repeated, tossing her hair over her shoulder.  “He ditched it at an old service station.  We have nothing, Perry.”  She slapped the folder down on her superiors’ desk.  “And Agent Jareau is driving Stuer up the wall.  She checks in at least three times a day.  And TA Garcia is hounding Barta the same way.  And now TA Lynch is bugging him too on Garcia’s behalf.  He’s getting pretty ruffled.”

 

Perry sighed.  “How would you feel if this entire team were missing, Sara?”  He asked, looking at her.  “Just you and Barta.”

 

“…  I…  I guess I would be the same as Agent Jareau.  I would be frantic.”

 

“They’re close.  Did you know that Dr. Reid is the godfather of Agent Jareau’s son?”  Perry asked.

 

“…  I… no.  I didn’t.”  Kehoe admitted.  “But we’re not getting anything off of the sketch.  And the car he left with us is stolen…  We have NOTHING, Perry.”  SSA Perry stood and walked out of his office.  She followed.  They ended up in their meeting room with the others on their team.  Harper, Patroni and Stuer looked up at them.

 

“…  Buried in the nothing is something.”  The man leaned back.  “…  He talked like…  he was entitled.  That Dr. Reid was meant to fall into his hands…  He seemed insulted that Reid did not come on the raid when he had given the information TO Reid.  And when he called in…  did you hear his voice?  He called Dr. Reid by his first name…  spoke as if he were familiar with him…  as if he knew him…” 

 

“He’s under the delusion that he and Dr. Reid are engaged in a relationship.”  Harper concluded.  “Dr. Reid doesn’t know this man.  But he sure knows Dr. Reid.  He’s been stalking him.”

 

“Harper. I want you and Patroni to take the sketch to Dr. Reid’s home.  Ask around, see if anyone has noticed a man like that hanging around.  Go to the places he frequents.  Ask Garcia and Jareau about that.”  Perry ordered.

 

“Sure thing.”  Patroni said, and he and Harper ran from the room.

 

“Kehoe, you’re with me.  Let’s get out to that service station.”

 

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Hotch was woken by a hand gently shaking his shoulder.  He blinked his eyes open and stared up into Reid’s face.  The boy smiled.

 

“Hey…  Here.”  Reid murmured, helping Hotch sit up.  The man’s head was pounding.  Hotch groaned as Reid made him take more medicine.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

“I’m fine.”  Reid said softly, laying a hand on Hotch’s thigh.  He smiled.  “And…  I’ll be okay.”  Hotch glanced at the others.  They were all asleep.  He looked back at Reid, and reached out, laying a hand on the young doctor’s cheek.  Reid closed his eyes and nuzzled into Hotchner’s hand.  Hotch felt his heart break as he stared at the face of the man he loved…  the boy looked so scared and lost, reaching out desperately for comfort.  Hotch leaned over and drew Reid’s head up.  Then, cradling Reid’s face in his hands, he kissed him.  Reid whimpered, sliding onto the bed and melting into Hotch’s arms.

 

“I’m so sorry…”  The boy whispered.

 

“Shhh…  You’re okay…  Whatever he did to you, he did it against your will.  You hold no responsibility.  Understand?”

 

“Hotch…  he’s going to want more.”  Reid mumbled, looking down.  “And…  I have to let him have it.”

 

“Reid, no.”  Hotch said, firmly.

 

“If I resist…  he’ll kill you…”  Reid whimpered.  Hotch closed his eyes, letting out a breath.  He gently rubbed circles over Reid’s back.  “What do I do then?”

 

“…  It’s just another storm…”  Hotch whispered.  “It will blow over.”

 

“…  What?”

 

“Just remember that it won’t last forever…”  Hotch said.  It was killing him, having to say these words to Reid.  “And when it’s over, I’ll be here for you.”  Reid gave a long, shuddering sigh.  Hotch closed his eyes, holding his lover close.  “Reid…  I’m sorry.”

 

“For what?”  Reid asked, softly.

 

“I’m sorry I can’t protect you from this…”

 

“Aaron…  It’s my choice.  And I choose to protect YOU.”

 

“You shouldn’t have to choose.”  Hotch insisted angrily.  Reid just smiled, then pulled away and stood when Emily stirred, beginning to wake.  He walked over to the work bench where a new bowl of soup stood, and he began to prepare the meal for his team.

 

“I’m really getting sick of soup.”  Morgan bitched when Reid woke him and handed him a bowl.  Reid scowled at him.

 

“Be grateful.”  He said in a slight growl.  “Everything we have down here…  food, water, medicine…  I’m paying for with HIM.”  Morgan stared at Reid in horror, and then guilt flooded his eyes.

 

“Reid…  I…  I’m sorry.”  He gasped.  Reid stood and turned away, preparing the soup for Rossi.

 

“It’s okay.”  Reid said, quietly.  “You would do the same for me.”  He gave Emily and Rossi their soup, and was pleased that Rossi’s hands were steady enough to eat on his own.  Just as with the past couple of days, when they were finished eating, the door opened and Shane called down the stairs.

 

“Reid…  Stay here, man.”  Morgan hissed.  “We won’t let him touch you.”

 

“…  He’ll kill you.”  Reid said, looking at Morgan.  “And then he’ll touch me anyway.”  And he went up the stairs.    He didn’t look at Shane, he just crossed over to the sink and did the dishes.  When he was done, he stood looking out the window over the sink.

 

“Here.”  He heard Shane say.  Reid turned and looked.  He was holding out a pair of sneakers.  “Put them on.”  Reid blinked, but silently took them and the offered socks.  He sat down the pulled them on, then looked up at the jacket he was being offered.  Slowly standing, he pulled it on.  Then Shane took his hand, and they walked out of the house.  Reid blinked, confused.  He looked at the man, who had his eyes closed and was taking a deep breath of the crisp morning air.  Mist filled the woods, giving it an eerie feeling.  The cold wind rattled the brown leaves.  Some of them lost their grip, and fluttered through the air to land on the ground with their fallen comrades.

 

Shane led Reid across the ground, the frost covered leaves crunching under their treads.  They walked into the misty woods.  Nervous, Reid turned back and glanced at the house.  His only comfort was knowing that for now, his friends were warm, alive and for the most part, safe.  And that when he came back, he could be with them again.  He though of Hotch…  how he wanted to be held in the man’s arms right now…  But he felt guilty.  It was because of him that Hotch was here.  In two days, he was supposed to spend Thanksgiving with Jack and Haley.  And somehow, Reid doubted that would happen…  poor Jack…  Not knowing where his daddy was…

 

“What is disturbing you?”  Shane asked, softly.  Reid looked up at the man.  “You look so sad…”

 

“…  Why would you care…”  Reid mumbled, looking away.  Shane curled an arm around him and they continued walking. 

 

“Because I love you…”  Shane told him.  Reid frowned.

 

“You only think you do.”

 

“Why would you say that?” 

 

“…  Because all you have done is hurt me.”

 

“I don’t want to!”  Shane cried, stopping and spinning Reid to face him.  “Why won’t you just accept that we BELONG together!”

 

“Because I don’t love you!”  Reid cried.  “Because if you loved me, you wouldn’t hurt me!  You wouldn’t hold me here against my will!”

 

“I don’t.”  Shane said, and Reid stared at him.  The man removed his hands from Reid and backed away.  “Go ahead.  Leave.”  Reid gave him a pained look.

 

“You know I can’t…”

 

“It’s not that you CAN’T, Spencer…  you won’t.”  Shane said, a look of triumph on his face.  “And that is your CHOICE.  You CHOOSE to stay with me.”

 

“Leaving will mean the deaths of four people who mean more to me in this world than anything.”  Reid said.  “The door may be unlocked, but I am still very much a prisoner as long as you have ANY one on my team down in that basement.”

 

“It is still a choice.”  Shane said.  “If you choose to stay, you choose the whole package.  Me included.”  Reid sighed and turned away, staring off into the mist.  He had no idea which way the house was, so he just stood there.  A moment later, he heard the crunch of leaves, and then a warm arm around him again.

 

“I can make you so happy…  if you would let me.”  Shane whispered.

 

“…  No.”  Reid said, turning his face away from the man as he guided them along through the woods again.  “I was happy before you came into my life.”

 

“But were you loved?”

 

“…  Yes.”  Reid admitted.  “I was.  I still am.  And that person is worried sick about me.”

 

“…  What?”  Shane gasped, looking shocked.  Reid suddenly had a feeling that he shouldn’t have told Shane that he loved someone else.  “…  Who?”

 

“I’m not telling you!  You’ll hurt them!”  Reid cried.

 

“TELL ME!”  Shane screamed, grabbing Reid’s arms and shaking him.

 

“NO!”  Reid cried wildly, struggling.  “Please!  I want to go back!”

 

“…  It’s one of them.”  Shane hissed, staring back towards the house.  Reid stared at him, scared.

 

“Who…  n-no…  no it…  it isn’t…”  Reid gasped.  “He…”

 

“Agent Hotchner.”

 

“…  What?”  Reid gasped, and Shane saw terror fill the young man before him.  Snarling, he turned and stalked towards the house.

 

“No!”  Reid cried.  “NO!”  And he stumbled after him.  “No, please!”  He grabbed the man’s hand and fell to his knees on the frozen ground.  Shane spun and stared down at him, a homicidal fury burning in his eyes.  “Please…”  Reid begged.  “I’ll do anything…”

 

“…  Anything?”

 

“…  Anything to keep my team safe…”

 

“Anything to keep Agent Hotchner safe?”

 

“…  Yes.”

 

“…  Prove it.”

 

“What?”

 

“Show me.”  Shane hissed, and Reid stared up at the man.  He knew almost immediately what was wanted.  Reid cringed, feeling tears forming in his eyes.  But silently, he nodded.  He didn’t trust his voice at that moment.  Slowly, he moved his shaking hands to the front of Shane’s pants, unbuckling the belt.  He winced as he felt a hand stroking his hair, and the feeling of the man watching made him squirm.  He undid the button on the jeans and slid the zipper down, folding back the flaps of fabric.  Fighting the urge to be sick, he peeled down the waistline of the green boxers and freed Shane’s manhood. 

 

This was really the first time he had gotten a look at it…  He shuddered.  Why the hell couldn’t the man obsessed with him be impotent?!  He mentally chided himself.  If Shane were impotent, he would likely have killed Reid.  Okay.  He was alive.  Big plus.  Kind of…  Okay, new thought.  Why the hell couldn’t the man feel he needed to compensate?!  It always hurt a bit when Hotch made love to Reid, even when he was thoroughly prepared before hand; the pain only enhanced the pleasure.  But THIS… 

 

Reid winced.  The girth of this man’s member fully aroused would be significant.  It would hurt like hell.  Reid wondered why he found comfort in this…  Why would he be GLAD that it would hurt?  Perhaps because he found the idea of a sexual assault feeling good revolting…? 

 

He never wanted to experience sexual pleasure with anyone other than Hotch…  That had to be why.  He didn’t want pleasure at this man’s hands…  but he didn’t really want pain either…  pain was…  well… pain!  And he was NOT a masochist!  He would have put it off as long as he could, but he knew that Shane wouldn’t let him any longer.  Reid closed his eyes and swallowed, fighting the urge to vomit.  It was likely that this man would take him completely today.

 

“What are you waiting for?”  Shane hissed, jerking Reid out of his thoughts.  He glanced down, running his tongue over dry lips, then moved forwards.  His stomach turned as he placed his lips on the top of the man’s growing erection.  Trying to hold his hand steady, he wrapped his fingers around the base; he would never be able to fully swallow the man’s length, so he had to make up for that. 

 

Shane gasped, threading his fingers in Reid’s chestnut brown hair, massaging his scalp.  Reid whimpered slightly at the unwanted touch, sliding down the man’s arousal, taking it in as far as he could.   He swallowed, trying to fight down the need to gag.  Shane moaned loudly, thrusting his hips forward slightly.  Reid swallowed again, then began to slowly move back and forth, firmly rubbing with his tongue and grating his teeth along the skin.

 

“God…  Spencer…”  The man groaned, thrusting again.  Reid winced and whimpered again, making the man gasp at the small vibrations that made.  Reid wanted so badly to just bite down…  He forced his thoughts back to the house…  back to the basement…  to the people who were counting on him…  To Hotch…  And the tears finally fell.  But Reid persisted.  He would NOT let this man hurt his team.  Reid lost track of time.  He focused only on what he was doing.  And who he was doing it for.

 

He was unprepared when Shane climaxed.  He choked on the hot fluids in his mouth and fell to his hands and knees and spat it out, coughing.  Shane didn’t pay attention.  He had stumbled back to lean against a tree.  After a moment, he fastened his pants and watched Reid who had slowly stumbled to his feet. 

 

“From now on.”  Shane gasped, his voice hoarse.  “You will sleep with me, in my bed.”  Reid slowly looked in his direction and nodded, hugging himself.  Shane pushed himself off of the tree and walked over to Reid, pulling the boy into his arms, feeling him tense.  He embraced Reid, then guided him through the woods again. 

 

They walked for a long time.  Reid was tired and cold by the time they got back to the house.  He was relieved to finally kick off the wet shoes.  He walked to the door to the basement and waited.

 

“You’re not going back down there yet.”  Shane said.  “Come on.  You could use a hot bath.”

 

Reid stared at him.  He didn’t deny that.  He was just afraid of what would come WITH the bath.  But he didn’t say a word.  He just nodded and followed Shane out of the room.  Shane started a bath for Reid, complete with bubbles.  Reid just watched silently from the corner of the bathroom, rubbing his arms apprehensively.

 

“Come on, Spencer.”  The man said, turning and facing him.  Reid eyed him, then slowly approached.  Shane smiled slightly, pulling on the hem of Reid’s shirt.  Reid let the man undress him, and kiss him.  Reid let the man do whatever he wanted.  He lifted the lanky young man into his arms and set him in the tub, still tasting his lips…  He ran his hand down Reid’s body and between his legs.  Reid gasped, and Shane slid his tongue into the boy’s mouth, beginning to stroke his manhood beneath the water and bubbles.

 

Reid’s hands fumbled around and finally gripped the sides of the tub, writhing and lifting his hips into Shane’s touch.  His mind was screaming and crying, but Reid tried to drown it out by moaning.  He had to give this man what he wanted to keep his team safe.  And what Shane wanted was for Reid to show that he enjoyed his touch…

 

Reid groaned, his body tingling with both the pleasant warmth of the bath, and with the hand stroking his awakening arousal.  He didn’t fight it…  in fact, he willed his orgasm to come as soon as possible…  he wanted it to end.  He jumped at another hand on his thigh…  it moved down between his legs, and then a finger slid into him.  Reid threw his head back with a strangled cry as a finger tip rubbed over his prostate, and he found his release.

 

After a few minutes, he realized that it wasn’t just his own gasping that he heard.  He heard the rustling of clothes, and then arms lifted him out of the tub.  Reid kept his eyes tightly shut.  He knew what was coming; Shane was naked.  He was laid down on the bed, and hands moved over his wet body.  He was trembling.  He couldn’t stop that.  But he continued to keep his eyes closed and just willed it to be over as soon as possible…  so he could get back to his team…  get back to Hotch.  At this point, he didn’t care if they didn’t keep their relationship a secret from the team.  He just wanted the man to hold him…  tell him it would be okay.  Kiss him…

 

He cried out as a finger slid into his body again and he fisted his hands in the blankets.  Shane wasn’t taking his time.  He added a second finger quickly, and a third not long after that.  Reid winced and whimpered again when the fingers left his body.  It wasn’t enough…  it was going to hurt.  A lot.  The preparation wasn’t enough…

 

Hands spread his legs open and tilted his hips. 

 

Then a pressure.  A hot pressure as he felt the blunt tip of Shane’s erection pressing up against him.  The pressure grew and grew, and then there was agony as Reid’ body gave.  He yelped as his body was painfully stretched by the unwanted penetration.  Shane groaned loudly, sliding deeper and deeper into the young man’s body.  Reid whined loudly, tears falling down his face.  But Shane wasn’t concerned with that.  He was only thinking about the hot flesh wrapped tightly around his length.  It amazed him how the muscles tightened and contracted around him, seemingly hugging his erection, drawing it deeper still.

 

Reid breathed harshly through clenched teeth, groaning at the pain.  He hissed when Shane drew out, leaving just the head of his erection in his body, then plowed forwards.  Reid yelped, feeling something give.  Then he felt a wet heat tricking over his leg.  He gasped as Shane didn’t hesitate, but repeated the movement.  It became a steady thing, pumping his thick erection into the thin body beneath him, and it was amazing.  He was in heaven…

 

Reid however, was in hell.  It hurt.  There was no pleasure in this.  And Reid felt like something had to be wrong with him for him to feel that this was a good thing.  He drowned in the pain in his body, the sick feeling in his stomach, and the pounding guilt in his soul.  How could he go back down to that basement?  How could he ever look Aaron in the eye again?  He just wanted to curl up in a corner and die…  leave this world…  the pain, the humiliation, the defeat…

 

He cried out at an especially hard thrust, and at the sudden jolt of pleasure that came with it.  He whimpered and rolled his head from side to side, writhing under the large man.  He was growling something into Reid’s ear now… Reid didn’t understand it.  His pulse was pounding in his ears, and he lifted his hips slightly, trying to find relief.  But only another shock of pain…  of pleasure.  He gasped as Shane hooked his knees over his shoulders, giving him a new angle to work with.  Reid cried out.  This was a different pain, shooting up his spine.  Shane leaned forward, increasing the pressure on Reid’s body as he was bent almost double.  It was getting hard to breath.  Then there was a hand stroking his penis.  God, no…

 

Reid writhed, trying to straighten his body out…  there was a pressure building…  it was in his gut, his heart, his lungs, his very brain…  He felt like his mind was going to implode in on itself…  his heart was breaking, the shards lacerating his very soul…  The pressure was getting to be too much as his body did exactly what Shane wanted it to.  Reid’s length was hard in the man’s hand, and his body was gearing itself up for another unwanted release.

 

“Please…”  Reid cried out.  He was begging for it to end…  he wanted to be alone, curled up in the dark…  he hated the dark.  But right now, he longed for its comfort.  He longed to fall into it, be swallowed for all eternity…  then, something snapped.  He threw his head back and screamed as his body betrayed him yet again, falling into the throes of a powerful, unwelcome orgasm.  The thrusting became harder and faster…  deep and frantic.  And then the man groaned loudly.  A few final shallow thrusts and a splash of heat.  And then the man moved away and it was over.  Reid couldn’t move.  He felt so heavy…  Then, arms under his body again…  he was being carried.  Then, warmth.  He was back in the tub.  And that was the last thing he remembered before that wonderful darkness swallowed him.