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Wolf Moon

Ahmose Inarus

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, nor do I make any profit off of writing this.

SLASH WARNING!!! Hotch / Reid

Written for the Chit Chat on Author’s Corner Halloween Horrors Challenge. The moderators supplied a number of titles of the novels of the Master of Horror himself, Stephen King. We were to pick any title and write a fic using that as the prompt. I chose, “Cycle of the Werewolf”

Chapter 11

The morning of the full moon was gray and foggy. The wolves woke when they changed back into men, and then went right back to sleep. Sean was sprawled across the sofa on his back, snoring. Reid sat frozen, suddenly realizing that he was curled up with Hotch. In Hotch’s bed. Buck naked… BOTH of them buck naked. But before he could do anything, Hotch grumbled and curled an arm around Reid’s waist, tugging him in closer and then burying his nose into Reid’s sleep-tousled curls.

Reid froze, eyes wide as he became VERY much aware of being spooned from behind… he could feel Hotch’s chest pressed against his back, feel it rise and fall as the man breathed. He could feel the warm breath on the nape of his neck… a possessive arm around his waist… and then Hotch’s leg slid over Reid’s, almost curling around Reid’s legs in another possessive hold. Reid swallowed thickly, his heart hammering in his thin chest as he realized the presence of Aaron Hotchner’s manhood pressed against his bare backside. And that’s all it took. Reid’s eyes fluttered and he moaned, unable to hold back his pheromones.

Within seconds, Hotch’s soft breathing became a long, deep inhale, and with the exhale came a low snarl. The larger male’s chest vibrated with his growl and his arm around Reid tightened. Now, curling his leg around Reid’s legs was intentional, and Reid found himself completely trapped. Then strong fingers were sliding through his hair before gripping and tugging his head back. Reid grunted slightly, then gasped as keen teeth sunk into the soft skin of his white throat… he wondered if it was breaking the skin…

And then he was overcome by the alpha male’s pheromones, and all he could think about was his sudden, intense desire.

“A-Aaron…” Reid groaned, his eyes rolling back as a strong hand rubbed up and down his chest and belly, over his hip, and then down his thigh… Hotch bucked his hips forward, grinding his pelvis into Reid’s backside. He growled once more before biting down on Reid’s neck again, bringing a moan from the little omega. And then his hand moved between Reid’s legs and fondled his tingling genitals. The moan became a high keen.

“Mine…” Came the single word, rumbled into Reid’s ear. That single word, and the rough voice that had spoken it, sent shivers down Reid’s spine and goosebumps rose on his skin. Reid began panting as he moved his hips with Hotch’s hand as it stroked the root of his passion, while the alpha male continued to rut against him from behind. Reid’s mind was spinning and disoriented, and all he could think about was his desire to be taken, dominated, claimed by the larger male. He let out a high, strained whine, turning his head. Hotch met him and seized Reid’s lips with his own, thrusting his tongue into the youth’s mouth as he thrust his erection between his thighs, all while continuing to roughly stroke the other.

“Ah-AAH!!!” Reid cried. “Aaron… God… please!!!”

Hotch shuddered with a groan, and Reid gasped as he felt a warmth splash over his inner thighs. And then Hotch was gone. Reid whimpered at the loss of contact, before hands seized his hips and rolled him onto his back. He stared up with wide eyes as Hotch moved between Reid’s legs, and then a hot tongue was dragging over the sensitive skin of his soft, creamy thighs. Hotch cleaned his lover of his release, and then dragged his tongue up the boy’s arousal. Reid let out a hoarse cry and bucked his hips as Hotch’s hand began to massage his scrotum.

“You’re mine, pup…” Hotch growled, and Reid shuddered in pleasure at those words. “You will be my mate… MINE… now… CUM!”

Reid gasped at the intense feeling that ran through him at that barked command… his omega instantly responded to Hotch’s alpha, and his orgasm ripped through him without any warning. Hotch had seen it coming, and had lowered his head to take Reid’s manhood into his mouth, and swallowed his offering of passion.

Reid lay there, quivering in the aftermath of his orgasm… his first at the hands of another… And then he was being drawn into loving arms, soft kisses were being scattered over his neck and shoulders, and then he was snug in the embrace of the man he loved, cuddled beneath the blankets, and then he was floating off into an incredibly euphoric sleep.

Reid and Hotch were woken by a loud shout.

“OH GOD!!!” They both jerked awake, and stared at Sean in the doorway. “Aaron! With a GUEST in the house?! What the hell?!?” And then he turned and stormed away, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

“Huh?” Reid mumbled, and Hotch chuckled.

“He can smell what we did.” The man said, and Reid blinked, then sniffed the air. And then he turned red, squeaked, and buried himself into the blankets in his embarrassment. Hotch smirked and ran a hand up and down Reid’s bare leg. “Come on, pup. Let’s get showered and get some breakfast.” And his hand brushed over Reid’s genitals. Reid moaned, and Hotch grinned as Reid was unable to hold back his pheromones…

Hotch left Reid to wallow in his embarrassment while he grabbed a shower, and Reid emerged to take his own shower once Hotch had headed to the kitchen. There, his brother verbally ripped him a new one for engaging in sexual activity while HE was on the SOFA! Hotch just sat and drank his coffee and grinned as he listened to Sean rant as he cooked breakfast. When Reid joined them, Sean said “You could have at least restrained yourself for the kid’s sake… he’s STILL red!” And he ruffled Reid’s hair. “And YOU… My brother may be an alpha… but don’t let him pull dumb shit like that.” And then he set a plate down before Reid. “Now eat. ALL of it.” And then he gave Hotch a plate. Hotch stared down at his two biscuits with gravy, and then eyed Reid’s two.

“… You gonna eat both of those biscuits?” He asked Reid, and Sean smacked his brother upside the head.

“The kid needs to put some meat on those bones, and he can’t do it if you’re taking his food!” The younger brother scolded, and sat down with his own plate. Hotch scowled petulantly and ate his breakfast, stabbing viciously at the sausage.

The day was spent drilling Reid on the scent bags again, and making sure that he was regularly stretching his muscles in preparation for the run. But as the day progressed, the more nervous Reid got… he barely touched the lunch that Sean had prepared. When they piled into the car, Reid was already looking pale as he fidgeted about in the back seat.

Hotch drove them out of town and into the woods. Reid watched the trees pass, his mind spinning. They drove for nearly two hours, and then Hotch made a turn onto a dirt road. Reid was then being bounced around the back seat, but he remained silent. This drive lasted for nearly twenty minutes, and then they rounded a curve, and there was a large gate… the wrought iron sign over the gate read “WOLF RUN RANCH”.

“… What is this place?” Came the soft query from the back seat. Hotch almost wasn’t sure than he had even heard it.

“This land belongs to one of the first packs that ever came to this country.” Hotch said, driving over the cattle guard. “To the rest of the world, it’s a compound for a little natural living colony, or a nature cult. But it’s actually the descendants of the first pack, and others who decide that they don’t want to integrate into human society. There are several of these compounds around the world, and they are more than happy to perpetuate the rumors of being cults… it keeps them from being bothered. The original family actually owns the land out here, and it’s bordering a National Forest, so it’s a great place for us to come out and run. We run here every full moon. They welcome everyone from the DC Area. While we are not officially a part of this pack, they welcome us as one of the pack.”

“… How many wolves are there?!” Reid squeaked.

“About twenty live on the compound. And another twenty or so come in from DC. At any given run there will be thirty to fifty wolves.”

“Nice.” Sean said with a smile and a nod, but Reid looked petrified.

“Spencer?”

“… Hm?”

“No one will harm you.” Hotch said firmly. And then the car emerged from the trees and into the compound. People were everywhere. In a fairly large area, many cars were parked. Hotch pulled in with them. Past the parking area was a semi-circle of little houses, and in the center was a very large, very old homestead. Each house had a little vegetable garden, and there seemed to be a small orchard off to the south, and to the north, a barn, field, pens and paddock, filled with livestock. Between the orchard and the homes ran a fair sized river. Some children were running back and forth across the bridge, laughing and shrieking as a teenaged boy under the bridge (he was knee deep in the water) leapt up and tried to catch the children by their ankles.

In the center of circle of homes was a large roasting pit. A fire was burning and a carcass was being turned on a spit by a large, burly man with fiery red hair and a wild beard. His bulging arms glistened with sweat as he worked. There were several picnic benches around the fire pit, and people were milling about, talking. Reid noted that several people were already wearing their tails.

“Big turnout.” Hotch observed, and shut off the motor of the car, then got out. Sean did as well. Reid sat frozen in the backseat, even as Hotch opened the door for him.

“Spencer?” He called, leaning over and peering into the car.

“… I can’t do this.” Reid gasped, trembling. “I… I can’t DO this!”

“Yes, you can.” Hotch said, his tone firm, but gentle. Then he reached in and unbuckled Reid’s seatbelt, and took his hand. “Come on, Spencer. If you could come all the way to the FBI, then you can do this.” And he smiled at Reid, finally earning a tiny smile in return. He pulled Reid out of the car, and hugged him. “You’ll be fine. Just hold your pheromones in check and stay close to me. I’ll be right here the whole time.” Reid nodded, took a deep breath, and forced his feet to move, following Sean and Hotch towards the gathering of wolves.

“Hey!” A booming voice called. Reid jumped, but then relaxed as Amani Bastian walked over, grinning. He shook hands with Hotch and Sean, and then nodded to Reid. “Good to see you made it, Spencer.” Reid gave him a little smile and nod in response. And then Amani gave him a clap on the back, and Reid stumbled with a little “whoof!”

“They’ve got some fantastic food and drinks! Go get yourself some! Enjoy!” And Amani walked away, eyes on a lovely young woman that was apparently new. Hotch chuckled.

“Hey! I didn’t know YOU were coming, Sean!” Michelle called, waving from a table with several other women. “Ladies, this is Sean Hotchner!”

“Aaron, you never told me you had a brother.” Said an older woman in a deep voice. Hotch smiled and walked over.

“I don’t recall ever really discussing my family, so you’re probably right, Bev.” He said, taking her hand briefly in greeting.

“And who is the young man with you there? Is he the one you have taken in?”

“Yes, he is. This is Spencer.” Hotch said, turning and curling an arm around Reid’s shoulders, drawing him in. “Spencer, this is Beverly Wolfe.” Reid blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Wolfe.” Hotch chuckled, knowing where Reid’s mind was going. The women laughed. “Bev pretty much runs the compound with her husband, Ralph.” Hotch told Reid. “They are the Alpha Pair, here.”

Reid immediately lowered his eyes, and Bev smiled.

“He’s shy, even for an Omega.” Another woman observed, and Reid hunched down, now all but hiding behind Hotch.

“The poor boy is frightened.” Bev said, standing. Reid was unable to keep himself from trembling as she walked around the table and approached him. Then a gentle hand was on his shoulder, and fingers were lifting his chin. He gulped, but forced himself to meet the soft brown eyes of the woman before him. “You are among friends here.” She said, her voice gentle. “No harm will come to you, and you have nothing to fear.” And slowly, Reid began to relax… until…

“Aaron.” Reid tensed immediately when he heard the familiar voice. “You made it!”

“Noriko.” Hotch greeted. Bev eyed Reid’s immediate submissive behavior, and the body language Noriko was displaying. She raised her eyebrows, but left it alone.

Then, a loud booming voice caught everyone’s attention; the food was ready.

“Come on.” Hotch said, smiling and taking Reid’s hand. The wolves were all heading over to the fire pit, where the large man was beginning to carve meat from the carcass and transfer it, dripping, onto plates. Reid quickly realized that the wolves were queuing up according to status… the alphas were in the front of the line… and it was to the front of the line that Hotch took Reid. Reid squeaked and squirmed, uncomfortable.

“Hotch… I… I shouldn’t be here.” Reid gasped, turning and looking at the back of the line towards the deltas and the gammas… he suddenly realized with a lurch of his stomach… there were no other omegas… he was the only one. And his place was at the back of the line…

“You are my future mate.” Hotch murmured into his ear. “Your place is here. With me.” Reid looked up at the man with wide eyes, and Hotch smiled. Reid blinked owlishly, and then gave him a tentative smile in return. Hotch wrapped his arms around Reid and hugged him, tightly. Reid rested his head on the man’s shoulder and sighed, relaxing. Until he spotted Noriko. She had already received her cuts of meat. She was standing there, halfway between the fire pit and the tables where the rest of the food was. And she was staring at Hotch and Reid.

Their eyes met, and Noriko narrowed her eyes and sent Reid a cold glare. There was no mistaking it… She wanted Hotch as her mate, and she was warning Reid off of the alpha male… Reid found himself frozen, pinned in place by her sharp eyes. It wasn’t until a family walked between them, breaking their line of sight, that Reid was able to move again, pulling away from Hotch and lowering his eyes to the ground. Hotch eyed Reid curiously, but draped an arm over his shoulders and guided him forward to the fire pit.

The massive man carving the meat gave Hotch a jovial greeting and carved the pieces of meat that the alpha male requested. Reid blinked and squeaked when Hotch pushed a plate into his hands, but Reid accepted it and shuffled after the man. Hotch eyed him, concerned, but didn’t press about what was bothering him. They reached the table where the sides were set up, and while Hotch eagerly loaded his plate, Reid didn’t touch anything. Hotch finally just began adding things he knew Reid liked onto the plate for him, then grabbed their drinks and guided Reid to an as of yet unclaimed table.

“Alright.” Hotch said, sitting down across from Reid. “What’s wrong?”

“Huh?”

“What’s bothering you?” Hotch rephrased.

“Nothing.”

“Bull.”

“I just… I’m still nervous. This is… I’m completely out of my element here, Hotch.” Reid mumbled. Hotch eyed him, but didn’t question this answer.

“Relax, Spencer. You’re among friends.” He said. Reid didn’t answer, and didn’t raise his eyes.

A few minutes later, several other wolves, all single males, approached the table and sat down, greeting Hotch. Reid froze when a strange wolf sat beside him, and Hotch could tell instantly that if the wolf made any move that could even remotely be taken as threatening, Reid would bolt. But poor Reid’s body language made this so blatantly obvious, all the wolves at the table could see this. The one next to Reid eyed him, and then scooted away, giving Reid a bit more space, and then looked at Hotch, silently questioning.

Hotch gave him a slight shrug and a look of thanks, and then proceeded to converse with the other wolves in a completely calm manner, while watching Reid like a hawk, prepared to go after the pup should he decide to run.

Reid hardly touched his food. Only when Hotch asked him if he was feeling alright did he finally eat the meat on his plate. It was good meat, but Reid was too on edge to really enjoy it. He didn’t touch any of the sides. After the food had been consumed, several of the wolves left the table as the people began to meander and talk again. But Hotch remained by Reid’s side. He slid his hand across the table and let it settle upon Reid’s trembling hand. Reid blinked and looked up at him.

“Eat.” Hotch said firmly.

“… if I eat anything more I think I’ll be sick.” Reid managed to squeak out. Hotch frowned and stood, moving around to the other side of the table and sliding in right beside Reid, putting his arm around him.

“Spencer… look at me.” He said, and Reid obeyed. “What are you afraid of?”

“… Other wolves… they… they’ll hurt me.” Reid whispered, eyes wide.

“And do you think they would try to pick a fight with me?”

“No… You… you’re an alpha.”

“Yes. And if you stay by me, I will protect you. I will not allow ANYONE to hurt you.” Hotch said, and Reid just stared at him, apprehensively. “Do you trust me to protect you?”

“… yes.” Reid whispered.

“Alright then.” Hotch nodded and stood, pulling Reid to his feet. Then he curled an arm around Reid’s waist and guided him towards the socializing wolves. Reid tensed, and Hotch could feel him trembling. “Right over here. Anicka!”

A woman turned, and a smile spread over her face. “Aaron!” She called, and several other wolves turned with her. Then their eyes fell on Reid. Anicka smiled and held out her hand. “And you must be the young one we heard the other night with you!”

“Yes.” Hotch nodded, thinking back on the night when Reid first found his Voice. “This is Spencer. Spencer, this is Anika and Doboromir Moravec,” Reid tensed when the Russian woman seized his hand and shook it, and her husband gave him a firm nod, “Fabien and Vivienne Delacroix,” the blonde haired, blue eyed loup-garoux male took Reid’s hand next, and his wife leaned in and kissed him on both cheeks with a throaty “Enchante”. Hotch moved on to two other men, one in his fifties and the other in his thirties, “And this is Madhukar Vishnavi,” the older man smiled and bowed slightly, “and Onatah Anaktokon.” The younger man, Native American by the looks of him, also smiled and nodded.

“Welcome to the pack.” Said Onatah.

“To the…” Reid gasped, trailing off.

“Well… it’s a bit of a mish-mashed hodge podge, but…” Onatah trailed off and shrugged, his long black braid swinging with the motion. “It’s a family for those of us who are away from our family pack. Like you.”

“I’ve… never had a pack.” Reid murmured softly. Eyes widened.

“His mother is human, his father is one of us. But his mother was sick, and so the pack rejected her, and thus, her pup. And by default, his father, too. His father eventually abandoned his wife and son and rejoined his pack.”

Reid was startled to see the righteous fury flare up in the eyes of the wolves before him.

“That’s barbaric.” Vivienne blurted angrily, shaking her long, golden hair.

“Incredibly old-fashioned.” Agreed Madhukar in his strong Indian accent. “I didn’t think packs other than those in third world countries did that any longer.”

“Apparently they do.” Hotch sighed, running a hand up and down Reid’s back. Anicka and Vivienne watched him, and then exchanged knowing looks. “What?” they immediately turned innocent looks on him. “I’m a Profiler, ladies.” He drawled, and Vivienne flushed while Anicka huffed.

“Der’mo.” Cursed Anicka, making the men chuckle.

“I believe you are, how you say… Busted?” Dobromir grinned at his wife.

“You are… claiming him?” Vivienne finally just asked. Reid immediately flushed red, making the wolves around him grin.

“I intend to.” Hotch confirmed with a nod.

“Hmmm…” Onatah hummed with a frown.

“What?” Hotch asked.

“I think Noriko might have a thing or two to say about that.”

“Noriko will live.” Hotch snorted. “I have no interest in her beyond a platonic friendship.”

“Well… good luck telling her that.” Fabian laughed, clapping Hotch on the shoulder.

“Thanks, Fabien. I appreciate the support.” Hotch drawled sarcastically. The group laughed again.

But then, as one, everyone fell silent and looked up. There was a silver glow appearing over the trees. The full moon was coming. And then, everyone began to undress. Reid froze, eyes wide in embarrassed horror.

“Reid?” Hotch asked. Reid squeaked, and clapped his hands over his eyes. Several titters ran through the wolves around them as he turned bright red. Hotch was unable to hold back a grin as he put his arm around Reid. “Come on, Spencer…” He chuckled, and began to unbutton Reid’s shirt. Reid let out another squeak, and his trembling amplified. “Spencer, you can’t Change in your clothes.”

“… Watch me!”

More laughter from the wolves around them. And then the Change was upon them. Reid was unable to stop himself from opening his eyes as he heard the groans, the growls, and the popping of joints from all around him, even as he himself let out a soft groan as his own body went through the change that he was unable to stop. The Full Moon had him in her hold. And then, there were wolves, everywhere. A large black male turned his head to Reid and licked his cheek and up over his ears, then took his shirt in his teeth and began to help tug the garments off of the little brown male, Sean appearing a moment later to help.

More laughs were heard as the wolves watched the pair struggle to get Reid out of his clothes, especially when Hotch had to help Reid get out of his cotton briefs…

“Next time, if you will insist on staying in your clothes… go commando.” Hotch snorted gruffly, and the little brown wolf huddled down in thorough embarrassment. But only moments later, all eyes turned away from the pair, and to the old house. Bev and her husband, Ralph, were sitting on the porch. And with them was possibly the oldest wolf Reid had ever seen. It was a grizzled old male, his face thoroughly grayed. He stood on bony legs, stiff with arthritis, and slowly made his way down the steps from the porch and in amongst the wolves. Right and left, the wolves licked submissively at his chin as he passed. Pups remained quiet, sitting beside, or under, their parents, and watched the old male pass.

As he drew close, Hotch let out a soft, startled exclamation as Reid wiggled underneath him. He blinked down at the younger male, taking in the fear.

“Calm down, kid.” Sean said.

“He won’t hurt you.” He murmured softly. “He’s Bev’s father, the Old Alpha, Abraham.” And then the old wolf was upon them. He peered down at Reid with his left eye… he was blind in the right. His nose quivered as he took in the scents of the two wolves before him.

“… Aaron. You have guests.”

“I do.” Hotch nodded. “This is my younger brother, Sean.” He said, turning to the wheaten wolf beside them. “He’s visiting me.”

“And where are you living these days?” The old wolf asked.

“New York City.” Sean said, bowing his head respectfully.

“I see. Not many of us can survive in the big city… It’s against our nature… Welcome.” The old male said, and then looked down.

“This is Spencer Reid.” Hotch said softly, lowering his head and nuzzling Reid, who was huddled down and cowering. “He’s from Las Vegas, Nevada. He has lived here in Quantico for the last few years.”

“And he has never joined us?”

“Spencer never had a pack, Abraham. He was raised human. He is new to our way of life, and I am teaching him.”

The old wolf was still for a moment, and then simply nodded and moved on. Hotch smiled and lowered his head again, licking over Reid’s ears. Reid gave him a hesitant wag of the tail. And then, finally, the old Alpha mounted the porch again and rested his old bones down on a rug. He then simply nodded, and Ralph and Bev leapt off of the porch to lead the run. The wolves were immediately on their feet, the excitement mounting. And then, one by one, two by two, they raised their voices and turned, darting into the darkness of the woods. Reid watched them go, wolves of every age, species, shape, size and color… Teenagers grouped together, and parents of young pups ran at a pace that their young could keep up with. And then Hotch leapt from where he was, giving Reid a sharp nip on the rump. Reid yelped and leapt forwards, and then he was running between the two Hotchner brothers, heart pounding.

The Run had commenced.
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