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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 24

The black wolf streaked through the woods, hell bent on accomplishing her goal. But she knew she had to hurry. She was not expecting a perimeter of other wolves guarding the pair she was hunting. Someone had talked. When she found out who, they would feel her teeth. She would bring them down, and they would not rise again. Ever. She reached the house and circled it first. Aaron Hotchner’s scent was everywhere… rich, potent… warning… She curled her lip in disdain and flouted the warning, crossing the invisible boundary without hesitation. She had come with a goal to accomplish, and she would see it done.
She slipped in the doggy door and into the kitchen of the home of the alpha male. She wanted to scream in rage as the Omega’s scent filled her nose. But she moved. She knew where the pup slept… He would die where he lay. She wouldn’t toy with him. No. She wasn’t the kind to prolong things. She was fast and efficient. One bite and she would crush his throat, then rip it out. In seconds, it would be over. Before Hotchner even knew she was in the house. And once she had killed the whelp, she would move on the arrogant bastard who had DARED to defy her. She was full in heat. An alpha female in her prime… there was no way he could turn THAT down when he woke to find it straddling his hips, open and waiting to be taken… NO male could…
But when she reached the guest bedroom, it was empty. Her heart began to pound. She darted to the master bedroom… it was empty… With a cry of shock and anger, she whirled and bolted out the doggy door again. And then she saw what she had missed before. A broken glass on the patio, the scent of bourbon still on it… jeans and a t-shirt, smelling of the alpha male she was courting. And then… a small bottle of lubrication. Her heart stopped.
“No.” She gasped, then turned and charged for the trees. She leapt over a torn robe as she went, covered in the stink of that filthy whelp. There was no doubt in her mind… the Courtship had begun. She had to catch them before the mating took place. But only moments later, she heard the distant howls. She let out an animalistic shriek of rage and pushed herself to the limit. The howls and cries grew closer. A strangled scream reached her ears… “AARON!”
Kill him! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!!!
The answer came, and it enraged her… “SPENCER!”
It wasn’t for mating that she now lusted… it was for blood. She kept running, but the new silence was deafening. It felt like hours, but it only could have been minutes, and then she burst out of the trees and into a clearing, carpeted in moss… and her heard stopped and her stomach rolled. The wind blew as she slowly circled the two bodies, and the smell of blood, sweat and sex washed over her. Before she knew it, her hackles were up, her teeth were bared and she was stalking towards them.
Both men appeared to be passed out. It was quite common after mating… her lip curled. Hotchner had his face buried in the pup’s hair, but the pup’s long, white throat was bared. Her jaw dropped open and her tongue rolled out. Saliva dripped to the ground as her mouth watered at the sight… that neck, completely vulnerable and exposed. The pair were unconscious… One bite was all it would take to crush his throat and tear it out. It would be fast and near silent. He would bleed out in seconds, choking on his own blood, just as he deserved to… and Hotchner. He would wake to find his new mate dead beneath him… Noriko snarled. He deserved that agony for daring to defy her… for DARING to turn her down… alpha or no, for DARING to reject her!
She moved in, trembling in anticipation of the taste of blood in her mouth and the feel of a final struggle, when it was already too late. The boy didn’t move at her approach, and soon, she was standing over them. She lowered her head and opened her mouth, sliding her lower jaw beneath the white throat and resting the upper on top. She could feel the omega’s jugular throbbing against her tongue and she shivered in delight, savoring the feel of his life, before she ripped it away.
But it never happened. There was a sudden roar and teeth were snapping. Noriko leapt back, startled, and the alpha male’s jaws came together in a sharp clip. She stumbled and stared at Aaron Hotchner. His eyes blazed gold and his teeth were sharp and bared. Before her eyes he even began to change slightly… his hands and feet were baring claws and his hair crept down his neck and chest, thickened on arms and legs and sprang up down his spine to the tail that was now sticking straight out, tense and angry. His hackles were up and his pointed ears were back in anger.
“You… will NOT… touch him…” Came the dangerous growl.
“You DARE tell me what to do!?” She hissed, slowly circling the pair. She didn’t like how Hotch still remained lying upon the whelp…
“And why the hell wouldn’t I, you bitch?! You honestly think I give a damn who you are?! I don’t care whether you’re male or female, alpha or omega… anyone who harms one hair on his pelt, I will hunt down and I will kill… He is my mate… and he belongs to ME!!!”
“… You’re bluffing.” She snapped.
“Am I?” Hotch smirked, and rose to all fours.
“AAH!” The young omega cried out as he was brought back to awareness by the harsh tug of the knot that was still firmly tucked within him… He forced himself up onto his knees, keeping his backside pressed firmly into Hotch’s groin to avoid the uncomfortable pull on his entrance. He blinked groggily as he heard Hotch say, “We’re Locked, Noriko… It’s no bluff. We’ve mated, it’s done and there’s nothing you can do about it. The truth is, I never looked at you as a potential mate. I never wanted you like that. You never had a chance with me. You’re the only one who could never figure that out.”
“I don’t CARE if he’s your mate now…” Noriko snapped, her voice high and sounding near hysterical in her wrath as she paced around them. “I’ll crush his throat and eviscerate him myself…” Powerful arms wrapped tightly around Reid’s body as he was once more laid to rest upon the mossy ground, and the larger mass of the male he was still connected to pressed down upon him, covering him and shielding him.
“Over my dead body…” The alpha male growled... but it was a bluff. And Noriko knew it. The pair were still Locked. Hotch was unable to fight to defend his mate without withdrawing, and he couldn’t withdraw now… not without seriously injuring his mate, and possibly himself as well. Reid blinked groggily as he felt his mate’s heart pounding against his back and his breathing deepen. Slowly, a cold feeling crawled into his gut, especially when he felt the alpha tense… he heard growling and he knew that they were in trouble…
Hotch pushed his body further towards his halfway form, making himself bigger, stronger, and more able to protect his mate… but when Noriko’s brothers emerged from the darkened forest, he knew that the odds were NOT in their favor. Reid moaned softly beneath him, becoming a bit more aware. He curled a furry arm down and over Reid’s head in a protective manner, almost willing the younger wolf to go back to sleep before he realized just how bad their situation was…
Noriko and her brothers moved in.
“They’re Locked?” Asked her older brother.
“Disgusting…” Snorted the younger Hikage brother, giving Hotch a look of derision. “That whelp is no wolf… he’s a mangy dog. Don’t know why anyone would ever wanna stick it in ‘im, much less Lock him…”
“Your call…” The elder brother asked Noriko, and she bared her teeth.
“Separate them.”
“How?” The younger brother asked.
“Don’t hurt Aaron…” Noriko smirked. “Kill the mutt… Rip him open to free Aaron, if you have to… in fact… I would prefer it.”
And the three wolves lunged. Hotch roared in defiance but all he could do was to gather Reid in close and force the boy to curl up into a little ball beneath him, while he himself curled around the slender body, trying to keep him protected and hidden.
One of the brothers darted in, lunging for the glimpse of white skin he saw between Hotch’s arm and neck. But Hotch whirled and snapped, and the wolf leapt back before the alpha male’s teeth could catch his flesh. Then Noriko moved in, trying to wedge her head into the gap between Hotch’s belly, his leg and his arm. Hotch hurled his elbow back and caught her in the eye even as her teeth scraped over Reid’s waist, making him cry out in fear. But even as she leapt back with an angry yelp, her younger brother made a bold move, dancing behind Hotch… glancing between his legs, he saw his chance. The wolf lunged and his teeth closed on flesh and bone.
Hotch was frantic when he heard his mate scream, and felt him being jerked backwards. He raised his head and turned, spotting the younger Hikage brother trying to drag Reid back away from him by the ankle. Reid cried out and flung a hand out, digging his fingers into the moss. But the elder Hikage brother darted in and seized his wrist, now pulling Reid forwards, even as his brother pulled the omega backwards.
Reid cried out as he was tugged back and forth by his wrist and ankle, and Noriko danced around the scene before her, looking for an opening to run in and finish him off.
“Tear him apart!” She cried, encouraging her brothers to pull harder. Hotch was beside himself. He clung tightly to Reid, holding him against his body even as he threw a foot back, slamming his paw into the younger Hikage’s nose. The wolf fell back with a yelp, but was on his feet and lunging for Reid’s ankle again. But he never got it.
A coyote slammed into the black wolf and the pair went tumbling across the ground, even as a blonde colored wolf tackled the Hikage who still clung to Reid’s wrist. Free, Reid drew in all of his limbs and huddled beneath Hotch, trembling in fright, and the alpha curled up over and around him, shielding him as the clearing was suddenly flooded with wolves. Ralph and Bev led the charge, and the Hikage wolves fled. Moments later, the clearing was empty, save for the chocolate colored wolf.
“… Amani.” Hotch breathed, staring at the other male.
“Finish it and take him home.” Amani Bastian said. “We will close ranks. They will not get near you again tonight.” And then he too melted into the darkness of the woods.
Slowly, Hotch relaxed. The woods were completely silent. He became aware of the warm, trembling body that he was protecting, and he lowered his head. The beast became man once more, and Reid took comfort in the feeling of skin on skin contact. Then, a tongue was gently lapping at the bite wound on his shoulder… it felt almost… apologetic.
“… Aaron.” Reid breathed, relaxing down into the moss again, and Hotch let his body rest upon Reid’s. The omega found the domineering weight to be a comfort, rather that smothering.
“I’m sorry…” Came the soft murmur, just before the tongue swiped across the bite wound again.
“It’s okay.” Reid whispered, focusing his eyes on his injured wrist. “It’s not bad.”
“It shouldn’t have happened.”
“You couldn’t have known.”
“But I did. I brought you out here tonight knowing full well that she was coming for you.”
“You didn’t do this, Aaron. We did. Together.” Reid sighed, turning his head and looking the alpha in the eye. “And it’s done now…” He smiled. “No regrets.”
Hotch blinked, and then returned the smile, leaning in and gently kissing his lover. “No regrets.” He repeated. Reid sighed, placidly parting his lips to allow his lover’s tongue to probe into his mouth and rub against his own. As he did this, Hotch began to slowly roll his hips. He was rewarded with a hiss and a moan as Reid pressed back into the stimulation. Their violent copulation from earlier that evening had left them both tired and hurting... but their desire for one another had not waned. No screams or howls tore through the darkness this time… the noises the pair uttered were soft gasps, moans and cries of pleasure as they delighted in one another, body and soul, until once more, Reid’s body was christened with the seed of his mate, and the pair fell to rest again, still Locked together. And they would remain so throughout the night, and through multiple matings…

The horizon was tinged pink when a tall, naked man emerged from the morning mist and strode across the back yard, a long, lanky figure cradled in his arms, exhausted and asleep.
Aaron Hotchner carefully stepped over the shattered remains of his scotch glass and somehow managed to open the door without dropping his mate, then closing and locking it behind them. He carried Reid back to his bedroom, snarling when he detected Noriko… she had been here…
He lay his new mate down onto his bed and thoroughly searched the house, then picked up the metal sheet and slid it into its tracks on either side of the doggy door, effectively blocking it, just as he always did when he went out of town on a case… only then did he return to the bedroom and shut himself in. He took a deep, calming breath, then turned and allowed his gaze to settle on the youth curled up on the bed. His wolf wanted to howl out his elation to the world… he finally had his mate. Finally…
It took a lot of effort to force himself into the bathroom and begin to run a warm bath for his mate… He was tired and exhausted, but this was his job. The Aftercare was just as important as the Courtship and Mating. He smirked as he thought back to his own youth, when he first learned about S&M and the aftercare that went into those relationships, following a Scene. He had found it intriguing that the humans had unknowingly adopted a practice that the wolves had followed for centuries… mating was often violent and left both parties on the verge of exhaustion. The sign of a good alpha mate was one who was strong enough to see to his submissive mate’s proper care in the aftermath of the mating… And he was a good alpha mate… No matter how shaky his legs were, no matter how much he wanted to fall into bed and sleep for a week… his Spencer came first…
When the tub was filled, he went to fetch his mate. He lifted the long body into his arms and smiled at how Reid immediately curled into his embrace, resting his head on the man’s shoulder. Hotch carried him into the bathroom and knelt, lowering Reid into the warm water. The younger wolf started awake at that, but once his blinking eyes had identified Aaron Hotchner, he relaxed again.
“Easy… you’re going to be incredibly sore…” Hotch crooned, gently carding his fingers through Reid’s hair. “Just relax… let me take care of you.”
Reid’s inner omega convinced him to relax and allow his dominant mate to do just that, somehow knowing that protesting and trying to take care of himself would be a blow to his alpha’s ego. He meekly submitted and allowed the alpha to manipulate his body. Hotch seemed to slip into a trance, methodically bathing every inch of his mate’s skin. Reid watched the man’s face as he did, feeling like he was being mapped out, every part of him being committed to memory. Normally a very private person, he actually found this to be pleasing, as though he were being caressed. And in a way, he supposed that he was. He was being admired by his mate, catalogued now that he belonged to him… but the hands sliding over his skin were so incredibly gentle… almost reverent. Hoch did not neglect any spot on his lover’s body… he washed him from head to toe, massaging shampoo and conditioner into his hair, gently stroking his face with the soap, and eventually even washing each individual finger and toe.
Reid was already drifting back to sleep when he was lifted from the tub and carried into the bedroom. When Hotch rested him on the bed in the chill air, he whined in protest. But only moments later, a soft towel was patting him dry and he grew quiet. A moment later, Hotch drew down the blankets on the side of the bed that had never been slept in, and he laid his mate down and tucked him in. Then he kissed his cheek and retreated to the bathroom, hopping into the shower.
He bathed quickly, but upon finishing, he didn’t head to bed. He headed to the kitchen…
Reid was awoken by the smell of soup, and the soft hand on his cheek. He forced his sleepy eyes open and allowed his alpha to coax him into sitting up and drinking a mug of chicken soup, and a full glass of water. Reid whined throughout the whole ordeal, he was so tired… but Hotch did not relent until Reid had consumed it all. And then he laid his lover down and tucked him in again, before joining him under the covers.
The pair slept all day… they woke briefly in the late afternoon to eat a little something (soup again), but they were in bed by sundown… They were exhausted after the mating, and the recuperation seemed to require what Reid couldn’t help but think of as hibernation. But in the morning, though the grogginess remained, Reid found himself feeling… different.
Perhaps it was merely the aftermath of the mating, but Reid had never, in his entire life, felt the way he did in that moment. Being held in his alpha’s arms, he felt so incredibly warm, and safe and loved. He felt treasured, cherished… He felt… immortal.
“I love you…” He cooed softly into the man’s chest, and the arms around him tightened.
“I know.” Hotch whispered, bowing his head and burying his face into his mate’s hair.
“… Is… it over?”
“Hm?”
“With HER. It is over?”
“… I wish I could say yes…” Hotch admitted with a sigh. “But… I seriously doubt it.” He felt Reid nod against his chest.
“But… you’ll protect me.” Reid stated, a soft trill of pleasure in his tone: an omega’s delight at having such a handsome, strong alpha willing to fight… for HIM.
“With everything I have.” Hotch rumbled, and Reid shivered and wriggled, overjoyed. Hotch chuckled, tightening his hold on his mate and rolling to hang over him, capturing his lips with his own. “You… are mine…” Hotch told him between kisses, running a hand down his mate’s chest. “And I would fight off the Hounds of Hell to protect you…” His reward was a soft mewl as Reid arched into the touch.
“Really, Spencer?” Hotch asked, looking both amused and annoyed. “You’re a wolf, not a kitten.” To his dismay Reid responded with a purr, nuzzling into the man. “Spencer…” Hotch chided, but Reid hummed and pulled the man in closer, kissing him.
“Please, Aaron…” He panted softly, and Hotch blinked, then smirked.
“Oh… Do you want me to mate you again, pup?”
“Make love to me…” Reid breathed, gently bumping his hips up against Hotch’s body. “Please…”
Hotch stared down at him for a moment. He didn’t say a word. He just pulled Reid into his arms and kissed him, nudging his hips between the omega’s legs. Reid spread them eagerly, already panting and begging under his breath, “Please please please yes pleasepleasepleaseohplease…”
“Hm…” Hotch smiled, gently kissing over his lover’s face, loving the feel of the youth’s warm breath on his own cheeks… He fumbled into the bedside table drawer, seeking out the bottle of lube he had stashed there in preparation for when this day came. Reid gasped slightly when he felt a slick finger pushing into him, and he winced; he was sore.
“Will… this be like last time?”
“What do you mean?”
“Will you… Lock me?”
“Not unless you want me to.” Hotch told him with a smile. “But I would advise against it.”
“Why?”
“Because… you’re bound to be sore enough as it is… Locking makes the mating rough… out of control. We’ve done that. Now, let me make it good for you…”
Reid nodded, accepting the kiss and relaxing as the gentle finger stroked his sore inner walls, massaging away the aching that was throbbing through him and stoking the fires of his lust. Then there were two, and Reid was moaning beneath his dominant mate, lips, tongue and teeth teasing over the man’s neck… Reid brushed his cheek over his mate’s shivering at the feeling of the man’s stubble on his skin. Hotch let out a low rumble of approval at his mate’s delight over every aspect of his body. Over and over again, Reid did something that assured the alpha male that he had indeed managed to snare the best, possible mate… Reid was everything that he had wanted, and everything he never even knew he desired…
“If only you could bare me a litter…”
“What?” Reid asked, and Hotch blinked. He hadn’t realized that he had spoken out loud.
“Hm?”
“What did you say?” Reid asked, eyeing the man.
“Nothing.”
“No… you said… you said you wanted me to… have a litter?!”
“… I would have… loved to have pups with you.” Hotch admitted, looking embarrassed. Reid, on the other hand, suddenly had a look of dread. “What is it?” Hotch asked. Reid lowered his eyes and turned away, and Hotch slowly withdrew his fingers from his mate’s body.
“Aaron… You know that we can’t… well…”
“Believe it or not, Spencer, I do know about the birds and the bees and where babies come from.” Hotch drawled. “And I know we can’t. But… I kind of… wish we could.”
“Did you… want that?”
“No.” Hotch said, frowning. “I had Jack. I treasure him. But… I never intended to sire more pups. Never even wanted to, really. Until… now. All of a sudden…”
“Do you… regret what—“
“NO.” Hotch said, quickly and firmly. “I would have them with no one else. I just look at you and… I think about how I want to share everything with you. Everything that a mated pair shares. And that is the one thing that we… can’t. But… I wish we could. I wish we could share in that joy together.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No!” Hotch scoffed. “Why?! You didn’t CHOOSE to be male! And I didn’t CHOOSE to fall in love with you.” He leaned in and kissed Reid. “You and I… no matter what we can and cannot have… were meant to be. And I would never trade you… for ANYTHING.” And he held Reid close, gently nuzzling him and kissing over his face. Reid sighed and curled his arms around the man’s neck.
“Make love to me, Aaron…” He mewled, writhing beneath his alpha in a most tantalizing manner. Hotch felt the lust swell through his form, and he wondered if Reid were doing this on purpose.
“Whenever you want me to, Spencer…” He murmured. “All you EVER have to do is ask… And I will do it. Hold you… kiss you… make love to you…” And he moved into position, mounting his mate and then slowly easing into penetration.
His little omega craned his head back with a strained whine, his inner muscles fluttering around the alpha’s erection, then tightened, hugging and caressing it as if in welcome. Then he hissed as he felt keen teeth on the tender skin of his throat. He turned his head, baring more of his neck to his mate in a display that pleased the alpha to no end. He began to slowly withdraw from his mate’s body, then pushed back in, earning himself another whine that became a delighted croon. Hotch rumbled softly in response, slowly pumping in and out of his mate, each gentle thrust massaging away the aching of sore muscles deep inside.
“Aaron…” Reid gasped, spreading his legs wide in an attempt to receive his lover deeper within himself. “Oh God… please… harder…”
“Shhh… Not this time.” Hotch soothed, nuzzling his lover. “We need to take it easy. We have to go back to work tomorrow.”
“I dunno…” Reid sighed. “I mean… I DID have wolves bite my wrist and ankle… and you DID get shot…”
Hotch chuckled. “That’s enough. We’ll both be fine…”
“But we—OH! Oh God… right there!” Reid yelped, and Hotch grinned. He slid a hand down his mate’s trembling flank and then caressed his thigh while littering his throat with little love bites, and eventually moving to lap at the bite mark at the juncture of Reid’s neck and shoulder. It was still tender, and it brought a hiss from the younger male, who arched his back and clung to his alpha in his delight.
“Please Aaron… faster…” He begged, and this time Hotch obliged, giving his mate exactly what he asked for. He braced himself on his elbow, with his forearm resting on the bed just over Reid’s head, and his other hand gripped the youth’s hip tightly, adding to the bruises that were already there… he liked them. As he liked the bite mark on Reid’s neck… He liked the physical signs of his ownership of the little omega… Just as he knew Noriko would HATE them. And it made him grin.
“Come on, Spencer…” He murmured, now suckling on the side of his neck, fully intending to give the boy a vibrant hickey. Reid merely whined, sliding long fingers through his alpha’s short hair and pressing him firmly into his throat. “Touch yourself…” Hotch murmured, his voice a warm vibration against the skin of the omega’s neck. Reid whimpered loudly, but slid a hand down to gently stroke himself. Hotch grinned at the whine Reid was unable to hold back, and the soft bucking of his hips. Hotch released his grip on Reid’s hip and seized his erection instead, beginning to give it firm pumps. Reid howled his pleasure to the room and his shaking hand slid down further, first massaging his scrotum, then pressing upon his perineum, before finally feeling the throbbing erection pistoning in and out of his stretched entrance. His fingertips tingled at the feeling, and the feel of each thrust seemed to become more pronounced. His entire body shuddered, his eyes rolled back and his toes curled as he lifted his hips and let out a high keen, unable to hold off his orgasm any longer.
Hotch grit his teeth with a low groan as he felt his mate’s erection pulse within his hand, expelling his fluids all over their chests and bellies, and his insides rippled and contracted around him. The alpha drove into his mate harder and faster, eagerly seeking out his own release as he appreciated the sight and feeling of the younger wolf lying limp and prone beneath him. He found himself having to fight back that tension in his lower spine, his wolf wanting to Lock his mate once more. But Hotch would not allow it. Not this time. He turned his focus back to Reid, lying patient and submissive, shivering as his post-orgasmic body was finding each thrust into him to almost reach over-stimulation. But he would not stop his alpha mate, instinct driving him to fulfill his duty as the submissive mate… He had already found his own pleasure, but now awaited his lover’s release into his body. And when he did, the omega gasped softly, then smiled and nuzzled his alpha as he felt himself being filled with the man’s semen.
It had to be an omega thing, Reid reasoned with himself, feeling such warm delight at being claimed in such a way. It made him hum in contentment, and then purr as Hotch withdrew, but enveloped him in his strong, loving embrace as sleep crept over them once more…
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