Wolf Moon | By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 37634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7 |
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Wolf Moon
Hotch 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 21
When Hotch awoke, he was as content as a wolf could be. The alpha male was curled around the little omega in a possessive manner, and in his sleep Reid seemed to bask in his status as an omega in relation to Hotch’s alpha status. And this pleased Hotch. The man glanced at Reid’s clock, then reached over and turned off the alarm only forty seconds before it was about to go off… Hotch intended to give his mate a more pleasant wake up call… He gently ran his fingers through Reid’s hair, and caressed his cheek. He ran his fingers over the pale shoulder and down his arm, then traced little circles over the pup’s hip as he began to press kisses to his defined shoulder blade. Reis sucked in a deep breath, a sleepy smile coming to his lips as he slowly uncurled and rolled onto his back , cracking open his eyes and smiling up at the alpha wolf. Hotch returned the smile and leaned down, gently pressing a kiss to the young wolf’s lips. “Hi…” Reid whispered. “Hi.” Hotch murmured back. “… Call in.” “What?” “Tell them you caught my cold.” “Hotch, no.” Reid laughed. “Why not?” Hotch asked, moving to rest his frame atop his mate’s lithe body. “This is right where I want to spend my day… how about you?” “Mmmm… as much as I would LOVE to… Morgan will be picking me up in an hour.” “… Call in sick!” “Aaron, no.” Reid grinned, shaking his head and fighting back giggles as he tried to wriggle out of the alpha wolf’s grasp and escape from his own bed, and after a moment, he succeeded. Hotch growled and lunged to recapture his prize, but Reid giggled hysterically and danced away with a “no no no no no!” And then he bolted from the room followed by Hotch’s “GOD DAMMIT!!!” Reid stopped into the bathroom to grab his robe, and then headed to the kitchen to put on the coffee and start making some breakfast. Hotch came in a few minutes later, looking annoyed. But he still moved very gingerly, obviously still sore. Reid smiled at him. “Eggs?” The pup smiled. “Bacon?” Hotch shot back. Reid gave him a sheepish smile. “… Sorry.” “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” Hotch blurted, looking disgusted. “I never eat the stuff here at home!” Reid laughed. Hotch just snorted. “I haven’t taught you ANY thing…” He grumbled, and Reid laughed again. “Yes, you have.” Reid told him. “But I never really eat breakfast at home, so…” Hotch just scowled. “When we mate, and we’re living together, we can have it every day.” Reid condeded, and Hotch perked up and grinned. “So… You really wanna move in?” “Yeah… I uh… I guess so…” Reid said, and turned back to the stove… Hotch cocked his head, confused. But then, when Reid turned to serve him, he caught the frown on Reid’s face. “Spencer?” “Hm?” “What is it?” “What’s what?” Reid asked, blinking. “What’s bothering you?” Hotch asked. “I uh… well…” “Spencer. Spit it out.” “I… I had some… questions.” “Okay? About what?” “Something my mom said…” “Okay.” “She… asked if you had told me… everything.” “… Oh.” Hotch responded. Reid looked up, and blinked. Hotch’s eyes were wide. And he had averted them. “Hotch? What is it?” “Well…” Hotch sighed, setting his coffee down. “It’s just, uh…” He sighed again and ran a hand over his face. “Look… this is gonna take time… Today’s Friday… why uh… why don’t you… call in. Take a three day weekend?” Reid just STARED at Hotch, flabbergasted by his behavior. “Um… okay.” He said, softly. When Hotch didn’t respond, Reid left the room and dug up his phone, dialing. “Hey kid. I’m on my way.” Morgan answered. “Yeah… thanks Morgan, but uh… listen… I’m not going in today…” “Everything alright?” “Yeah… Hotch and I just… need to talk some things over and… uh… It’s gonna take some time…” “You alright?” “Yeah. I just need to take a personal day.” “Okay, kid. Lemme know if you need anything.” “Okay. Thanks.” Reid said softly, and hung up. He set the phone down, took a deep breath, and went back into the kitchen. “I called Morgan.” He said, and Hotch looked at him. “I’m taking today off.” Hotch just looked down into his coffee, and nodded. “Aaron... What is it?” Reid asked, sitting down. “Uh… well…” Hotch stammered, finishing his breakfast. “We just… need to talk about… the uh… mating.” “Hotch. You’re making me nervous.” “Sorry… I’ve just… never had to explain this to anyone before.” Hotch smiled, sheepishly forking some eggs into his mouth. “I mean… most wolves know their own anatomy.” “My anatomy?” Reid asked, chewing. “Eat. Then we’ll talk.” Hotch said, and popped some toast into the toaster. The pair enjoyed breakfast, ignoring the elephant in the room, but once the dishes were done, they turned and faced each other. “Come on…” Hotch sighed. “Let’s talk.” Reid eyed him, then nodded and followed him into the living room. The pair sat down on the sofa facing one another, crossing their legs. Reid looked nervously curious, and Hotch just looked resigned. “So… Wolf anatomy?” Reid asked, cocking his head. “Spencer… What do you know about the process of dogs, or wolves, mating?” “Um… well, usually it involves the penis entering the vagina?” “Ha ha.” Hotch drawled. “Just… explain the process.” “Well… you usually want to wait about 10-12 days into the female’s heat cycle and wait until the color of the discharge—“ “Spencer, please!” “What?! “The ACTUAL ACT of mating, please.” “Oh. Okay.” Reid said. “Well… first comes the courting. Or foreplay. Dogs have foreplay, did you know that?” “I do now. Focus.” “Sorry. Well… the male doesn’t actually have an erection at first… he has a bone inside of his penis that helps hold his penis stiff while he pene-- is that it? You have a bone in your uh… boner?” Reid snickered. “… That’s nice, Spencer.” Hotch drawled, leveling a look on him. “You’ve been hanging out with Morgan too much.” Reid gave him a grin. “Anyway,” the omega continued, “once the male penetrates he’s already secreting semen into the female and as soon as the penis is all the way in the male develops and erection, which is basically the swelling of the…” Slowly, Reid trailed off. Hotch looked up at Reid. The youth had a distant look in his eye, and that became a look of horrified realization a moment later. His eyes snapped to meet Hotch. The man gave Reid a half guilty grimace, half sheepish smile. “… When we were… in Vegas…” Reid whispered, swallowing thickly, “And we were… in bed together… You, you said that… that you would… ‘lock’ me… you don’t SERIOUSLY mean…” “Yes.” Hotch nodded. “I do.” Reid’s eyes grew wide and Hotch reached out to him. “Spencer—“ “No.” Reid said firmly, holding up a finger and rising from the couch, backing away from Hotch. “No! You can NOT be serious!” “It’s… How it’s done.” Hotch offered pathetically. “When were you going to TELL me?!” Reid demanded, putting his hands on his head and beginning to pace. Hotch watched him, anxiously. “Well… I didn’t know I NEEDED to until recently.” “Oh, come ON Hotch! You KNOW I didn’t grow up like you! How the hell would I have known?!” “Well, I figured that you would have masturbated before!” Hotch blurted. “I HAVE!!! But I have NEVER had a… a…” “A Knot?” “YES!” “You do, Spencer. You just… when you become aroused, do you… feel that tingle down your spine like… the change is about to start?” “… No.” “Well… maybe you only get it when you’re WITH someone… but… you have to make the change a bit.” “I already told you, Hotch. I will NOT have sex if either one of us has FUR!!!” “We don’t HAVE to!” Hotch insisted. “All I have to do is let the change affect me… down there. Like when I put on my tail.” “You’re going to change your penis.” Reid stated, blandly. “Well… kind of. I… it… it’s just… how we mate?” Hotch offered weakly. Reid stared at him for a long moment, then flopped down on the sofa and put his head in his hands. “So… how will it happen…” “Um… pretty much the same as with dogs.” Hotch sighed. “I uh… once inside of you, the uh, the knot will swell and… we’ll be locked together until it’s… done.” “… How long?” “You tell me.” Hotch chuckled. “Anywhere from five minutes to half an hour…” Reid groaned, head falling into his hands again. “And WHEN were you going to tell me this?! When I asked if you were done and you told me to hold on while your KNOT went down!?” “No!” Hotch cried. “This is really fucked up, Aaron.” “… I’m sorry, Spencer… I just… I thought you would have… known. I thought you would have… seen your own.” “No.” “I’m sorry…” Hotch whispered, reaching out and laying a hand on Reid’s shoulder. Reid jerked away. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Or deceive you…” Reid just shook his head and stood, walking away from the alpha wolf and staring out the window. He didn’t move for a long time. But finally, he took a deep breath and turned. “I want to see it.” “Wait. What?!” Hotch asked, looking startled. “Your knot. I want to see it.” Reid told him. “You… you do?” “Yes. You think I’m gonna let you have sex with me without knowing exactly what I’m dealing with?” Reid asked incredulously. Hotch blinked at him, then grinned and shook his head. “No, I guess not.” He admitted. “Exactly. Now… show me.” Reid said, and plopped back down onto the sofa and faced Hotch, staring at his pants expectantly. Hotch blinked several times and then said “What? Now?”
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