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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 27

When Hotch and Reid appeared together, needless to say, the sheriff was very confused… he looked like he was about to ask, but then just shook his head and walked away, having introduced the leader of the little village to Rossi, Morgan and Emily. JJ giggled behind her hand and Hotch shot her a wink.
“Ah… And this is our Unit Chief, Aaron Hotchner.” Rossi announced, and Hotch shook hands with the village leader.
“Good afternoon.” The man said. His skin was weathered, his hands rough with calluses, but his voice was warm and gentle. He offered Hotch a good natured smile. “We don’t often get visitors up here… we try to keep to ourselves, but you are welcome here, Agent.”
“Thank you.” Hotch nodded.
“I’m Ezra Baker.”
“And you’re in charge?” Hotch asked.
“Well… we have a council, but I’ve been head of the council for quite a while.” Ezra said, and Hotch nodded, walking beside the man as they made their way through the little village.
“You have no modern technology here?” Reid asked, walking slightly behind, and slightly to the right of his Alpha, but close enough for the team to notice, and for Emily and JJ to share little smiles.
“No sir… Other than the truck. We get out water from the river which is fed by cold springs up the mountain, we grow our own food and raise our own livestock… we lead a simple life.”
“… Do you have a church?” Rossi asked nonchalantly. Ezra paused, and looked back at the man.
“Yessir. We do. Why?”
“I don’t see one.” Rossi said, looking around. “At least, nothing that appears to be a church.” Ezra blinked, and then smiled.
“That would be because it’s a bit of a walk into the woods.”
“May we see it?” Emily asked. Ezra eyed her, then nodded and changed directions. The team followed him to a well-worn trail into the trees… the thick canopy made the trail very dark… The walk took about ten minutes, and then the trees suddenly opened up.
“Oh… it’s beautiful.” JJ said, and Ezra gave her a warm smile.
“Thank you…” He said, and turned to gaze upon the church. “We all take good care of it.”
The church was a small building, but it was neatly painted white, with a modest steeple and a cross upon it. It was surrounded by a white picket fence and numerous flowers grew around it, obviously the product of frequent, loving attentions. The little church yard was also full of graves, but they did not give off an eerie feeling in the dappled sunlight, surrounded as they were by the colorful flowers. It was, in fact, quite a cheerful cemetery.
Ezra led them up the path through the grave stones to the front door. It had no lock on it, and it swung open without a sound to admit them. The inside was a warm, light colored wood, the pews were hand carved, and there were old, rustic stained glass windows. Under each window was a little alcove with a figurine about twelve inches tall of a saint. The church was small, cozy and inviting. Ezra watched as the team slowly fanned out. Rossi Crossed himself , and then he and Emily made their way over to the far wall, where several candles sat, some burning, some fresh. The pair selected candles and then made their way to a little alcove towards the front of the church. They rested the candles at the feet of Saint Michael, then bowed their heads.
The rest of the team just let them do their thing, while they explored.
“Oh, wow…” Reid breathed as he wandered around the pulpit. His eyes widened. Ezra walked over. “This is...” Reid looked at him, then back at the large, worn, leather bound tome before him. “How OLD is it?”
“I honestly couldn’t tell you…” Ezra admitted with a smile. “It… is our treasure.”
“… May I?” Reid asked, and after considering the young man before him, Ezra nodded. Reid reached out and opened the book with reverant hands, which was not lost on the older man beside him.
“Oh my God… this is… by hand!” Reid gasped, staring at the yellowed pages covered in calligraphy. Reid looked up at Ezra, eyes shining. “It’s magnificent!”
“Thank you…” Ezra said, beaming in pride. “Our ancestors brought it over from Ireland when they migrated her several generations ago.”
“It’s condition is just… stunning.” Reid complimented.
Hotch and Morgan met one another’s glances, smiling as they realized that they had completely lost Reid at that point…
“… Hotch.” The Unit Chief turned at JJ’s soft voice.
“You need to see this.” Morgan glanced up at Reid, talking eagerly with Ezra over the old Bible, and then he and Hotch followed JJ. She led them back over to where the candles were. There was a mural on the wall. “Look at the bottom…” JJ murmured. Hotch and Morgan looked down at the feet of the Saint, that towered over scenery… There, they saw beasts… wolves… and creatures that bore a human resemblance… JJ pointed then… there was a forest… and in the shadows, so that you wouldn’t have noticed unless you really studied the painting, was a gnarled tree… with a nondescript nude figure shacked to it…
Morgan and Hotch looked at one another.
“Don’t draw attention to it.” Hotch murmured. “We need to be careful… Morgan… have Dave take a look…” And he and JJ meandered down the center aisle while Emily leaned over Reid’s shoulder to look at the book that had captured his attention. Morgan passed behind Rossi and murmured into his ear. Rossi paused, then nodded, and began to walk the perimeter, looking at the figures of the Saints. Eventually, he had made his way around to the painting on the wall.
“Excuse me.” He called, and the team all looked at him. Ezra blinked.
“I’m Catholic… and I recognize every Saint in here… The Archangels, Michael, Uriel, Raphael and Gabriel… And then you have St. Paul over here… St. George, St. Augustine, St. Mary… but… I don’t recognize this one.” And he pointed at the painting. “May I ask who this is?”
“St. Ailbhe…” Ezra said slowly. Rossi stared blankly, obviously not recognizing the name. “Shall we return to the village?” And Era walked out of the church, holding the door open for the team to leave, now seeming to clam up. Rossi and Hotch glanced at each other, but amiably left the church. Hotch sighed at the door and turned as Emily, Morgan and JJ filed out.
“Reid?” The Unit Chief called. “Reid…? Reid!”
“Huh?!” Reid blurted, looking up from the book.
“You’re wearing out your welcome, Pretty Boy!” Morgan called and Reid blinked, then carefully closed the book and scuttled up the aisle and out of the door, muttering “sorry.” Morgan just chuckled and shook his head, ruffling Reid’s hair. Reid jerked away, swinging at Morgan who calmly leaned back and watched Reid’s hand go sailing past his face.
“Awww…” Morgan teased, flipping Reid’s hair.
“Hotch!”
“Work it out like adults.” Hotch said calmly as they walked down the trail. Reid punched Morgan in the shoulder, and when they passed a large bush Morgan gave Reid a shove. Reid yelped and stumbled, and then toppled into the bush.
“OW! Morgan!”
“THAT was graceful.” Morgan teased, grinning down at Reid, who was flailing around, trying to get out of the bush. Morgan reached down and snagged Reid’s belt and jerked him upright.
“You’re a jerk!” Reid cried, smacking Morgan in the arm.
“Boys, behave.” JJ said in her stern voice. To their surprise, Ezra burst out laughing. They all turned and looked at him.
“Well… I can certainly tell who has kids!!!” He chortled, pointing back and forth between Hotch and JJ. Rossi and Emily grinned.
“You’re right.” Rossi nodded. “You have children?”
“I do. Five children and nineteen grandchildren.”
“How many people live in this village?”
“Oh… just over two hundred fifty?”
“Really?” Emily asked, sounding alarmed. “It looks smaller.”
“Several families have their own areas. Like the church.”
“Oh…” Emily nodded, and shared a disturbed look with Hotch, who decided to stop beating around the bush.
“… What do you know about that old tree covered in carvings in the woods?”
The trained profilers noticed Ezra tense, and the slight hitch in his breath.
“… that’s an evil place…” Ezra said, his tone low and angry. “That place is forbidden.”
“That place is a crime scene.” Hotch announced, noting Ezra tightening his jaw. “A body was found out there… hanging from the tree. In chains.”
“Just like on that painting of St. Ailbhe.” Rossi pointed out. Ezra stopped in his tracks and turned to face the man.
“St. Ailbhe?” Reid repeated, perking up.
“You never told us what he was the patron saint of?” Rossi said conversationally.
“I fail to see what that has to do with anything.” Ezra growled.
“What is he the patron saint of?” Hotch asked.
“I think you need to leave now.” Ezra snapped, glaring at Hotch.
Hotch didn’t break eye contact with Ezra. He simply said, “Reid?”
“Saint Ailbhe, Bishop of Emly in Munster, Ireland. He died sometime around 538 A.D. and was said to be a disciple of St. Patrick. He is the patron saint of wolves.”
Now the whole team was staring at Ezra.
“The victim that was found chained to the tree. She’d been torn apart by animals. We’re suspecting wolves.”
“.. That tree is evil. We won’t talk about it, and I think it’s best that you leave now.” Ezra said firmly, then turned and stalked down the trail.
“Hotch?” JJ asked softly.
“Let’s go.” Hotch said, and headed for the cars.
“Wait… what?!” Morgan yelped, and chased after him. “Are you kidding?!”
“We’re dealing with a small village of 250 people who are potentially involved in this…” Hotch said. “We have to be very careful as we move forwards on this one…”

“No, I don’t believe it!” The sheriff was still insisting when the team arrived back at the station. “There’s no way they have anything to do with these murders!!!”
“Sheriff, we all saw the painting.” Hotch said, sounding very annoyed.
“Well I didn’t!”
“Well you can.” JJ snapped, and stormed over to a laptop. The team and the sheriff followed. JJ sat down and plugged her phone into the computer and loaded up several photos, pulling them onto the screen. “Look.” The first was of the whole painting. The second of the scene of the wolves and other beasts at the saint’s feet. And then there was one of the shadowy tree with the victim chained to it.
“Care to argue against that?” Hotch asked in a cold tone. “Nothing? Good. JJ, get Garcia to find out who all of the victims are, as soon as possible. The rest of you find out all you can about that place and everyone in it. Reid and I have been up all night, we need to head back to the hotel and get some sleep. Make sure you all get to bed at a decent hour and we’ll all meet fresh in the morning. Come on, Reid. Sheriff.” He nodded to the man, and then swept from the room. Reid blinked, then turned and scurried after him.
“Get in.” Hotch said, climbing into the SUV, and Reid did as he was told. “I’m hungry. We need dinner.”
“… Okay.” Reid murmured softly, staring up at his Alpha.
“What do you want.”
“Anything is fine.”
Hotch glanced at Reid, whose eyes darted down to stare at his hands in his lap.
“… Fine. We’ll get barbecue.” And Hotch pulled over into a parking lot. “Wait here.” And he got out of the car and headed inside. Reid watched him go, and then sighed. He shifted in his seat, hissing slightly. Dear God, he didn’t know where this burning lust for his alpha had come from, but he yearned for his mate’s touch… He moaned softly as he was unable to resist sliding a hand down between his legs and caressing his manhood. But then another car pulled in beside him, reminding him that he was in a public parking lot, and so he stopped… And he waited. Hotch returned about ten minutes later, with a bag of takeout containers that smelled amazing… Reid’s mouth was immediately watering…
“They’ve got some great meat in there…” Hotch said, sounding very eager. “I can’t WAIT to taste it…”
Reid eyed his mate through the corner of his eye, swallowed the nervous lump in his throat, and whispered, “I can’t wait to taste you…” Hotch, who had just put the car into reverse, froze. Slowly he turned and looked at his mate… his eyes were smoldering, and Reid shivered and whimpered as he was unable to keep his pheromones in check. Hotch’s nostrils flared and his pupils dilated, iris turning from their dark, dark brown to the brilliant gold. Slowly, he smirked, his lip curling to show a sharp canine.
“Well then… let’s get back to the hotel. We’ll devour our dinner… and then I’ll devour you…” Reid shuddered and groaned, eyes rolling back at the tone in his alpha’s voice… his length was growing hard, straining against his cords.
When they arrived at the hotel, Reid carefully carried his messenger bag in front of him to hide his crotch… and Hotch started to chuckle darkly when they were in the elevator, knowing perfectly well what Reid was doing. Reid just flushed, embarrassed. Hotch saw it, and it made his smile widen to a grin. He leaned over and kissed Reid’s cheek.
“Don’t be embarrassed… you have no idea how happy it makes me, knowing that I can get you that turned on…” He rumbled, and Reid shoved him away, though he was unable to hide his own smile. Hotch chuckled again as the elevator opened onto the fifth floor. They made their way down to Hotch’s room and made their way inside.
“I need a shower.” Reid said firmly.
“Okay.” Hotch nodded and grinned, setting the food on the little table before slinking into the bathroom behind his mate. Reid gasped and jumped a bit when he felt the hands on his shoulders and the kisses at the nape of his neck. But he closed his eyes, relaxed and allowed his mate to begin to undress him, kissing over the skin as it was exposed. Reid hummed in delight at the loving attention, and soon drew his mate in for a soft kiss.
“… I love you.” He whispered, and Hotch just smiled, kissing him again. Reid nuzzled him happily, then turned on the shower while Hotch undressed. The pair stepped in together, and Reid was soon purring in utter delight as his lover bathed him tenderly, head to toe, between frequent kisses and loving words.
“Stop that!” Reid giggled when he felt kisses over his inner thighs. “AFTER dinner!” Hotch growled at that, giving Reid a look, but Reid fixed his alpha with a stern look of his own. “AFTER dinner, Aaron.”
Hotch grumbled, but backed off. Reid smiled and kissed him. “I’ll set dinner out while you finish.” And he slipped out of the shower. Hotch bit back a groan and looked down at his awakening erection. “… Just hold tight… we’ll get there…” He muttered, and began to bathe quickly.
“And shave, too! You’re all scruffy!” Reid called. Hotch blinked, then rolled his eyes.
“Yes, Spencer…” He sighed, but smiled. He heard Reid leave the bathroom and he quickened his pace, his appetite for dinner, and then his lover, only growing. He finished quickly, dried off, shaved and tugged on his pajama pants before heading out into the room. He was immediately assaulted by the savory smells of sausage and brisket. Reid, apparently, had already been sampling the meat, judging by the barbecue sauce smeared on the side of his mouth and his bulging cheek. Hotch snorted.
“Starting without me, pup?”
“Maybe.” Reid mumbled as he chewed, eyes twinkling. Hotch rolled his eyes and moved to sit beside his mate, beginning to load up his paper plate.
“I’ve been thinking…”
“What ELSE is new?” Hotch grinned.
“Well… the people in that village… if they don’t give it up, we need a backup plan…”
“And you have something in mind?”
“Maybe…”
“We’ll discuss it with the team tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Reid nodded, biting into the delicious, juicy sausage, the skin of it popping under his teeth in a beautiful manner.
“This is great…” Hotch mumbled to himself.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Reid told him, and Hotch gave him a look, then went to poke him with a green bean, making Reid yelp and smack his hand. Hotch chuckled.
The meat was gone quickly, and then the pair polished off their green beans and baked potatoes before clearing up the mess. Hotch kissed Reid on the lips every time they passed by one another, making the pup giggle like a school boy in the midst of his first crush, blushing prettily. And Hotch loved it… He loved everything about his little mate… gentle, shy, but oh, so loving… When the cleanup was done, he simply drew the boy into his arms and held him close, relishing the feeling of having him so close. Reid savored the feeling as well, resting his head on his Alpha’s shoulder and placing soft, fluttering kisses over his throat, long fingers tracing circles over the bare skin of his back.
“I love you, Spencer.” Hotch breathed.
“Hmmm…” Reid hummed, smiling and nuzzling the man’s neck. “Make love to me, Aaron… Please…” Hotch smiled and inhaled his mate’s scent, before turning them both and laying the youth back on the bed, moving over him. The pair wiggled out of their pajamas until their naked bodies were entwined… lips embraced, hearts pounded and the pair moaned into one another’s mouth.
“Love you, baby…” Hotch murmured, nuzzling Reid’s jaw and kissing down his neck while gently caressing his thighs. Reid sighed and wriggled a bit, enjoying the touches. “… Nnh… damn.”
“What?” Reid asked.
“I forgot the hand lotion in the bathroom.”
“I’ll get it.” Reid said, giving the man a long, lingering kiss before he slithered away and scampered into the bathroom, snagging the complimentary lotion before returning to the bed and pressing it into his alpha’s hands.
“How can I be so tired, and so horny at the same time…” Hotch grumbled, fumbling with the bottle. Reid just giggled.
“I dunno, but I am too.” Hotch smiled at him and kissed him, finally getting some lotion squirted into his hand. He scooped some up on his fingers and moved them between Reid’s legs, saying “forgive the lack of foreplay tonight.”
“You are forgiven.” Reid laughed, then hissed when Hotch pressed a finger into him. “Mmmm…” He managed to snag the bottle from Hotch and squirted some lotion into his own hand, and when Hotch pressed a second finger into him, he gently coated his lover’s erection with the lotion.
“Shit, that’s cold!” Hotch gasped.
“Oh hush, you don’t see me whining about it.” Reid snorted. Hotch just grumbled, and jabbed Reid’s prostate with his fingertips.
“AH!” Reid yelped, arching his back. Hotch smirked and slowly drew out his fingers, then moved to lie back on the bed.
“Mmm… you do the work this time.” Hotch said, and Reid gave him a look.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah… I was out watching that village until noon.”
“Uh… yeah. Because I was running down the mountain!” Reid pointed out, moving to straddle his mate. Hotch just smiled, knowing that Reid, though arguing, was still going to do it… “You owe me.”
“Fine.” Hotch chuckled, and Reid was unable to stop himself from smiling.
“Alright then.” He said leaning over and gently kissing his alpha, before sitting back and slowly sinking down to sit on the man’s hips, his erection pressing deep into him. “Mmmmm…”
“Oh God, Spencer…” Hotch hissed, eyes rolling and craning his head back as he gripped his lover’s hips tightly.
“Aaron… Ah…” Reid gasped, leaning forwards and bracing his hands on Hotch’s chest, shifting his hips experimentally. Hotch flexed his fingers on Reid’s hips before gripping them tightly once more.
“God, baby, you feel so good.” He breathed, and Reid just smiled. After a moment, he slowly began to raise himself up and down on his alpha’s erection, panting and moaning softly. “… Touch yourself…” Hotch whispered, gazing up at Reid through hooded eyes. Reid smiled down at him, biting his lower lip as he straightened and sat back, his fingertips sliding down Hotch’s chest and abdomen, down his hips and coming to rest on his own thighs. The pair locked gazes and Reid smiled, biting his lip in a sensual manner and slowly rolling his hips, sliding his hands up his thighs and to his pronounced hips… Hotch felt himself trembling in his desire…
Reid’s head fell back with a moan and he arched into the touches of his own hands as they caressed his inner thighs, teased the base of his erection and then slid up his flat belly to his chest, then up his throat, over his face and finally, his fingers ran through his own hair. He uttered a soft hiss, inner muscles fluttering and contracting around the hardness he was impaled upon, and Hotch savored the sight off a thick drop of pre-ejaculatory fluids dewed at the tip of his omega’s erection, before it fell to land softly on the alpha’s abdomen.
They were both trembling now, Reid panting and moaning as he slowly lifted himself up and down, then yelping out when Hotch gripped his hips tightly and jerked him down as he himself thrust up into his mate. The harsh movement hurt, but Reid found himself longing for more and he increased his pace. Hotch grit his teeth and groaned as he willed his orgasm to come, needing to claim his mate once more, fill him with his seed… if he had things his way… his little Omega would never be Empty…
“Do you have any idea…” Hotch growled. “How much I get off on the idea of cumming inside of you….?”
Reid let out a whine of desperation as those words sent sparks shooting through him. His rhythm faltered, and Hotch let out an aggressive snarl, and Reid’s world spun as they were flipped and he was flung down onto the bed and his alpha was pounding into him furiously. He squealed as Hotch slammed a hand down over his mouth, so that no one would hear him scream and complain to the front desk of the hotel…
“Cum for me, Spencer…” Hotch growled, now utilizing his voice to bring his mate to orgasm. “Because I’m gonna cum for you… I know you want it… show me how much you love it, pup… Cum for me…”
Reid arched his back and whined desperately.
“NOW!!!” Hotch commanded, and clamped his mouth over his lover’s, swallowing the little brown wolf’s howl of pleasure, announcing his orgasm. Hotch shivered in his delight as he felt his mate’s release splash over his belly, and he delighted in the soft moan that the omega uttered in his appreciation once he felt his alpha inject him with his molten passion.
As the pair came down from their high, the fatigue truly set in. Hotch groaned, forcing himself to his feet… despite the exhaustion, his Alpha’s instincts forced him to see to his mate before seeing to himself… Reid mumbled groggily as he was wiped down with a warm, wet towel, and then hands were massaging his body and the soreness beginning to set in after his night spent running through the woods on the mountain… within minutes, Hotch had soothed his young mate to sleep, and he was all too glad to join him…
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