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 22
It was nearly noon when Reid finally stirred from his post-orgasm nap. Hotch was curled around him and snoring like a… well… a wolf. Reid smiled and wiggled out of the man’s arms and slipped from the bed. Hotch didn’t even stir. He was down for the count. Reid was glad… the man needed his rest so he could heal. Reid headed into the bathroom and showered, then dressed. It was nearly lunch time… Reid’s stomach grumbled. He grinned and grabbed his wallet and keys and tucked Hotch’s gun into his belt and scurried out of the apartment. As soon as he left his building, he knew he was being watched. So he hurried… He scuttled down to the deli and ordered two large hot French dip roast beef sandwiches, extra beef. He leaned against the wall while he waited, tapping his foot anxiously… When he was handed his order he hurried out of the deli and headed home… only to find his path blocked by three wolves. Reid eyed them, and when they glared at him, his inner omega cowered… but outside he refused to back down. “Excuse me.” He said. “You were warned, pup…” Growled one. “I know.” Reid said, lifting his head. “You can tell Noriko that I’ve made my choice. And if she thinks something needs to be done about it, you tell her that she can be an alpha bitch and do it herself.” The wolves looked shocked. “Now…” Reid said slowly, and laid his hand on the gun, letting them see it under his coat. “You can either step aside and let me pass, or you can make your move and force me to use these silver bullets. And then whoever is left gets to deal with Hotch when he comes down here… Your choice. What’ll it be?” The wolves slowly backed down and made way for the little omega, their eyes fixed fearfully on the gun… Slowly, Reid passed them. “You really think that thing is loaded with silver bullets?” He heard one wolf hiss to another. “You willing to take a risk and find out?” The other snapped back. “Be my guest… I’m not willing to call that bluff…” And then Reid was safe in his building. Grinning in delight at his successful little jaunt, he scampered up the stairs and burst into his apartment, immediately going to check on the alpha wolf. Hotch hadn’t moved a muscle. Reid grinned and crept over to the bed, pulling one of the sandwiches out of the bag and folding back a bit of the foil JUST enough to allow some steam to escape… then he waved it around before the man’s face, using some papers to gently waft it over him. Reid watched Hotch’s nostrils quiver… Then the man inhaled deeply. And then his eyes snapped wide open, awake, alert… and wolf-gold. A deep growl sounded and he slowly sat up, eyes locked on the foil package in Reid’s hand. “Hungry?” Reid asked, waving the sandwich teasingly. He watched the man swallow the saliva that had rapidly gathered in his mouth. “… Famished.” Hotch rumbled. “Good… Come on…” Reid teased, and backed out of the room with the tantalizing package. Hotch stood and followed like he had been hypnotized. “No. You dress first.” He said, and then darted down the hall. Hotch growled in annoyance but did as he was told and emerged in the kitchen quickly. Reid was already enjoying his sandwich. Hotch growled at him and seized the second sandwich, tearing open the rapper. But as he opened his mouth to rip into the meal, he stopped. He frowned. Slowly, he raised his eyes. “Spencer…” “Hm?” “Where did you get these?” “The deli on the corner.” “What? When!?” “Just before I woke you.” “You went outside?! ALONE?!” “Yes.” “Spencer… what if there were wolves out there?!” “There were.” “What happened?!” Hotch demanded to know, looking very concerned for his chosen mate-to-be. “I told them that Noriko has a problem with me she can alpha up and confront me herself, and then I threatened them with silver bullets.” Hotch stared at Reid, then groaned and let his face fall into his hand. “Spencer, you’re going to get yourself killed.” “I just want all this to be over, Hotch. If she’s gonna make a move I want her to hurry up and make it.” “Spencer…” Hotch sighed, and tore into his sandwich. “We’re going back to my place tonight.” “Why?” “Because. I’m an alpha and my mate is being threatened. Every instinct is telling me to take you back to my den where I can best protect you. And where I can mate you as soon as we are ready.” “I’M ready.” Reid snorted with a smirk. “YOU’RE the one who went and got yourself shot.” Hotch leveled a disgusted glare onto the pup, who had the audacity to grin and give him a cheeky wink. Hotch growled and continued to glare as he ate his sandwich. Even though Reid started first, Hotch finished before him, and then just sat and watched the younger male eat. Reid was slightly uncomfortable at the depth of scrutiny he was being subjected to, and when he had finally finished, he just sat there, awkwardly. “… Pack you things.” Hotch said, finally. “We’re leaving.” “What?” “I told you. I’m taking you home.” “… Hotch…” “I’ll be well enough by tomorrow night.” Hotch said, firmly. “I’m going to mate you and end this.” Reid’s eyes widened and he flushed and shivered at the intensity in the alpha’s gaze, and in his voice… Hotch smirked, pleased at the reaction he got from the little omega. But Reid didn’t move to pack as he’d been told to do. “Aaron… You’re injured. I want to keep you safe, too.” “I am safe.” Hotch snorted. “She doesn’t want ME hurt. She just wants YOU out of the way. I’m perfectly safe. You’re the one in danger. As soon as I mate you… you will be protected.” “How can you be so sure?” Reid asked, softly. Hotch just smiled and leaned in, gently pressing a kiss to Reid’s lips. “Because I won’t fucking let them hurt you.” Hotch murmured, before placing another kiss onto trembling lips. “Now… go pack your things. You’re coming home with me.” “… Alright.” Reid gasped, and slipped into his bedroom to do so. Hotch smirked in triumph and went to dress. Within half an hour, they were stepping outside and Reid was locking the door to his apartment, muttering under his breath in irritation over Hotch marking said door. Then they made their way down the stairs and into the parking garage. Hotch had his arm around Reid and shot a warning glare when he spotted a wolf watching them. In fact, he full out bared his teeth before putting Reid into the passenger seat of his car. Soon enough, they were pulling out onto the street. “What if… she tries to come after me at your house?” “Then it’s war.” Hotch growled. “Isn’t it already?” “No. Not yet.” Hotch growled. Reid eyed him, but just settled back and enjoyed the ride. They theyt reached Hotch’s house, the alpha wolf pulled the car into the garage and closed the door behind them. “Make yourself at home. I’m going to make my rounds.” “What’s that?” Reid asked. “… I’m going to remark my territory as a warning…” The man growled and within seconds a black wolf was slipping out the doggy door. Reid blinked and peered out the window, then made a disgusted noise when Hotch urinated on his own back door, and then began to move around the house, marking under ever window, the garage door and the front door, and then began to mark the trees around the perimeter of the yard. While Hotch did his Alpha Thing, Reid did as he had been told and went to settle in. He had brought several days’ worth of clothes with him, and these were put away in the dressed of the guest room. Then he grabbed some Cheese Nips crackers from the pantry and settled down in front of the television. He had his feet up on the coffee table and was channel surfing when he caught movement from the corner of his eye. Reid turned… and froze. “Um… Hotch?” He squeaked. The Alpha was standing there, staring intensely at him… he was very human. And very naked. And… Reid squeaked again and turned a deep red… He was… very aroused. “… Hotch?” Reid managed to whimper in a tiny voice. The larger male advanced on him, and Reid leapt up from the sofa and scrambled backwards away from him. “Come here, Spencer.” “No!” Reid yelped. “We can’t! Not yet! You’re still injured!” “It’s a flesh wound.” “You still have to heal!” “I am healed.” “Not enough for… THAT!” “What’s wrong?” Hotch asked, as he and Reid slowly circled around the sofa. “Can’t you say it?” “… You’re not healed enough for sex.” Reid said firmly. Hotch grinned. “Are you sure?” “Yes!” “Wolves are fast healers.” “Not THAT fast!” Reid insisted. But his eyes only got wider when the larger male bared his teeth in a feral grin. “No, Hotch… Hotch! NO!” And Hotch lunged over the sofa. Reid let out a squeal and bolted. “Come back here, Pup!” “NO! You’ll hurt yourself!” Reid shrieked, darting into the guest room and slamming the door, locking it just in time. “COME OUT OF THERE!” “NO!” “RRRAAAHHG!” Hotch roared, slamming his fists into the door and making the thing shudder ominously. Reid slowly backed away from the door, staring at it. But he was unable to resist sliding a hand between his legs and palming himself gently through his cords. His eyes fluttered closed with a moan and he sank down to sit on the edge of the bed. He could hear Hotch panting out in the hall, and soon he was panting softly as well… “Let me in, Spencer…” Came the low rumble from the other side of the door, and Reid felt his eyes roll back. “I promise… I won’t hurt myself… I just… want to have a bit of… fun…”
It was the phone that woke him. Snarling, Aaron Hotchner rose from the bed, took care to tuck the blankets around his little soon-to-be-mate, and headed into the bedroom so he could shower after answering the call. He grabbed the phone from its cradle on his bedside table. “Hotchner.” “Aaron.” Hotch immediately tensed at the urgent tone in the voice of the wolf on the other end. “… Amani?” “It’s Noriko.” The man said, his Cuban accent coming through thick with his anxiety. “What about her?” “I just heard from Onatah. She’s going into heat, Aaron. And she’s on the war path.” “Spencer?” “She’s coming to kill him.” Amani confirmed. “Tonight. If you haven’t mated him, it’s time. You need to do it before it’s too late. And even then, you may still have to fight her off.” “… I see.” “What’s wrong?” “I’m injured, Amani. I was shot. I’m healing, but… also…” “I know. You can’t perform the Courtship in that area in broad daylight. You’ll need to wait for nightfall.” Amani confirmed. “You can’t waste time, injured or no. You have to begin at sundown. I’ll start contacting the others that she hasn’t been able to sway. We’ll move in this evening before the sun sets and set up a perimeter around your territory. We’ll hold her off as long as we can, but YOU need to have it done by the time she reaches you.” “I will.” Hotch growled. “Thank you, Amani.” “Good luck, Aaron. To you, and your mate.” “Thanks…” Hotch murmured, and hung up the phone. The time for waiting and preparing was over. They had to do this… whether Spencer was ready, or not… Or Spencer had to get out of town. And fast…
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