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The Second X File

Hatochiisai aka Ahmose Inarus

Disclaimer: No own. Piss off.

SLASH WARNING!!! Hotch/Reid, UnSub/Reid (Non-con)

Chapter 3

Hotch and Reid stepped into their hotel room and Hotch closed the door. He turned.

“Spencer?”

“Hm?”

“What’s wrong?”

“… What do you mean?” Reid asked, turning and blinking at his lover.

“You’ve not said a word since the stakeout.”

“Oh.” Reid mumbled. He sighed and set out his wallet, cell phone and sidearm on the side table, then pulled off his tie and began working on his shirt.

“Spencer?”

“It’s just… a lot to absorb.” Reid said, staring at the carpet. “I mean… He was REAL. And he was staring at me… we stared each other in the eyes. They were… yellow. And… and I couldn’t look away. I tried. I really did. But I couldn’t. And then he smiled at me and… God, my hair stood up and my skin crawled… But… there was a tingling…” Hotch frowned.

“Tingling? Where?”

“… In my stomach. And my… thighs… And I wanted to pull the trigger… But… But I couldn’t.”

Hotch stared at Reid’s back as the young man tossed his shirt aside and headed to the bathroom, unbuckling his belt. Hotch sighed and began to undress as well while Reid took a shower. He brushed his teeth and when Reid was finished, they switched. Reid stepped out, leaving the water on, and Hotch stepped in. Reid dried and got into his pajamas and brushed his teeth, and when Hotch got out of the shower, he was sitting cross legged on the bed, staring blankly at the headboard, his chin resting on his clasped hands, elbows braced on his knees.

“Spencer? What’s bothering you?” Hotch asked, frowning. He moved to sit down next to Reid.

“Just… unnerved.” Reid said. Hotch blinked. “They were right. He was handsome. Tan skin, dark hair… horns like a ram… He was about seven, maybe seven and a half feet tall… And his wingspan had to be nearly thirty feet! But… the most unnerving thing is that the tingling that started when we were staring each other down…”

“… Yes?”

“… It hasn’t gone away.” Reid whispered. “In fact… It’s getting worse.” Hotch’s eyes widened slightly and he scooted closer to Reid, reaching out to him.

“Are you alright?!” He asked, feeling Reid’s forehead. The boy was hot to the touch, and trembling. Reid tensed, then whimpered. Hotch frowned, moving to kneel before him on the bed, gripping the youth’s shoulders. “Reid?!”

Reid gasped and threw himself forwards, pressing his lips to Hotch’s mouth, swallowing the startled grunt from the elder man. Hotch toppled back against the headboard and soon Reid hung over the man, straddling his hips and moaning into his mouth. Hotch blinked in surprise when Reid’s hand took hold of his own, and pressed it to the boy’s thin chest. Hotch could feel Reid’ heart pounding under his palm, and then Reid guided Hotch’s hand down his torso… Hotch felt the trembling muscles in Reid’s abdomen, his pronounced hip bone, and finally his growing erection.

“Oh…” Reid gasped, and Hotch felt a tremble run through Reid’s body at the gentle touch of his fingers on the boy’s sensitive manhood. The young profiler’s hand tightened on Hotch’s hand and he pressed his hips downward into the man’s palm. Hotch stared at Reid’s flushed face, his closed eyes and parted lips. “Oh…” He breathed again, then hissed in pleasure as Hotch began to gently rub at his rapidly swelling genitals.

On the roof right over their room, a great creature rustled his wings and lashed his tail as he sensed the mounting sexual energy from both men…

“Aaron… please…” Reid panted between kisses. “Want you so bad… I love you so much…”

“Spencer…” Hotch groaned as Reid palmed his groin, coaxing his manhood into joining the fun.

“Please…” Reid pleaded, sliding down Hotch’s body. “Please please please…” Hotch’s eyes widened as his pants were slid down his hips and then moaned slightly when he felt Reid’ hot breath on the sensitive skin of his penis. The young doctor hummed in satisfaction as he took his lover’s half flaccid length into his mouth and began to gently lick and suck at it, purring the entire time. Hotch groaned through clenched teeth as his subordinate massaged his scrotum and a gentle finger rubbed his entrance.

“S-Spencer? AH!” The long finger slid into his body and Hotch groaned, letting his head fall back as he gave in to the pleasure.

The beast on the rooftop savored the flavor of the Unit Chief… It was strong, bold and dominating. Like a fine red wine, it had aged well. The flavor of the younger, though… it was light and sweet. Fresh and new. It had been maybe two years since he had lost his virginity… and he’d only had a few partners. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. All but one of those had been partners he had NOT been willing to lay with… Amazing that it hadn’t tainted the boy’s sexual aura… He still seemed so crisp and clean.

The elder had been through one other partner... A woman. His mate. But their bond had frayed… His aura had grown stale… Then he had tasted another. And the boy had revitalized him…

Slowly, Asmodai exhaled, opening his eyes. Hopefully, he would be revitalized as well.

Below him, Hotch was good and hard and ready to explode. Reid withdrew. Hotch stared at him as he slid off of the bed and stood there, staring back. “Spencer… Take off your clothes…” Reid’s eyes glowed as he obeyed, slowly lifting his shirt off. Hotch smiled as he saw the slight definition of his abdominal muscles, and the hard nipples. He allowed his shirt to slide off of his arms. Then he slowly slid his pants down. Once they had passed his hips they fluidly slid down his long legs to pool around his ankles. Hotch smiled, admiring his lover’s alabaster skin.

“Come to me, baby…” Hotch growled softly. “Let me take care of you…” Reid crawled onto the bed and over to his lover, pressing their lips together. “I’m gonna make you feel so good…” He murmured, and Reid mewled into his mouth. Hotch flipped them and Reid reached up over his head, gripping the headboard as Hotch gripped the back of his thighs and shoved them forwards. The boy cried out as the elder wasted no time in impaling the youth on his saliva-slickened erection.

JJ, Emily and Dana Scully all looked up from where they were settled on the bed in JJ’s room, playing cards and having Girl Time.

“… Please tell me that’s not what I think it is…?” Scully groaned. JJ grinned and pulled out her phone.

“Hey Garcia. Just thought you might want to know, we’re getting banging on our hotel room wall… Yeah… Hotch and Spence are in that room and… yeah. Yeah. Oh, you know that Spence is a screamer. You BET I can hear him.”

“Oh, jeeze…” Scully sighed, letting her face fall into her hand. “I almost want to go hang out with Mulder.”

“Speaking of Agent Mulder…” Emily said casually. “Are you and he…”

“… Yes?”

“You know…” Emily held up her index and middle finger, then crossed them. Scully just stared at her, then flopped back onto the bed with a groan, pulling a pillow over her head.

Reid gasped and moaned as he was thrust into, over and over and over again, his inner walls contracting around his lover’s erection. “Aaron… God… yes…” Reid cried, not even hearing the headboard banging against the wall, not even knowing that the girls could hear him. “Harder! Please!!! Ah! ANNGH!!!” Hotch groaned as Reid’s body tightened convulsively as he achieved his orgasm. A few deep thrusts and Hotch found his release as well, filling Reid’s inner channel with his hot semen.

On the roof, the beast opened his wings and took off into the night. He was only airborne for a few minutes before he swooped down and scooped up an unsuspecting young man from the street and carried him away…

Reid groaned when Hotch’s phone went off. The man reached out and snatched it.

“Hotchner… What? We’re on our way.” And he hung up. “Get up, Reid.”

Reid’s eyes snapped open. They were naked in beg together. And the man had called him ‘Reid’. It was urgent and work related. Without a word, Reid got out of the bed. He hopped into the shower while Hotch went down the row of hotel rooms, banging on the doors and ordering everyone to the lobby in ten minutes. He returned to the room and he and Reid switched places again. Reid dried and dressed, and gathered his and Hotch’s things while Hotch dressed. Then he passed the man his gun, wallet, cell and case files, and they slipped out and headed downstairs. Within two minutes the entire team plus two had assembled and they were on their way to Long Boat Key right by Beer Can Island.

Within ten minutes, the group of Agents were walking down the beach. A young man was being loaded into the ambulance and the local Agents were running over.

“I’m going with the victim.” Scully said.

“Rossi, go with her. Find out who the victim is, where he was abducted from and when.” Hotch ordered. “JJ, keep the media off of the crime scene. Who’s that?” And he pointed at a young woman by an ATV.

“Melissa Napoles.” Agent De Leon said. “She’s a part of the local Sea Turtle Watch group. They patrol every beach every morning marking nests that were laid or hatched overnight. She found the victim while on her patrol.”

“Okay. Prentiss, talk to her.” Hotch said. Then he turned. Only Morgan was waiting for orders; Mulder and Reid were already making their way down the beach towards the dump site, Reid carefully skirting about the track that a female sea turtle had left on her trip to and from the water when she came ashore to lay her eggs. Hotch smiled in affectionate amusement as the boy walked backwards a few paces to study the tracks and nest site in that delightful curiosity that was uniquely Reid. He stumbled on the sand and turned to walk forwards again, scrambling to catch up with Mulder.

“Was Reid okay last night?” Morgan asked, suddenly. Hotch looked at him. “He seemed really shaken up.” Hotch looked back to Reid and Mulder inspecting the crime scene, then sighed.

“That demon… affected him.”

“… What do you mean?”

“They made eye contact. Once they did, Reid was unable to break it. He couldn’t move. And… he began to grow aroused. Even after it left, he couldn’t stop it.”

“… Well…” Morgan sighed. “I guess that explains the racket from your room last night.” And he grinned and looked at Hotch. But to his disappointment, the man didn’t so much as blink. He was hoping for at LEAST a bit of a blush… “Is he okay, though?” Morgan asked.

“Seems to be back to normal.” Hotch said. “I wanted to talk to Mulder as soon as possible, though. He might be able to tell us a bit more about the connection this demon may have between himself and his victims.” Morgan nodded.

“Should I get Garcia to look into this… whatever his name is?”

“Asmodai.”

“Yeah. That.” Morgan snorted.

“… She’s already done that. Get her working on the victim once he’s been identified.” Hotch said, and trudged down the beach after Reid and Mulder, who were both kneeling down to inspect the prints that the demon left in the sand. The sun rose on the agents and beach goers began to gather. This, combined with the concern for Reid’s pale skin in the sun, convinced the team to head back to the Field Office.

Breakfast was waiting for them, and so was hot coffee. Reid made his expected beeline straight for it. Scully and Rossi joined them.

“The victim’s name is Drake Evans.” Scully said. “He only woke for a couple of minutes. Long enough to tell us that he was walking home from the bus stop… The one right outside of our hotel.”

“When?” Hotch asked frowning.

“About eleven thirty last night.” Scully said. Hotch’s frown deepened. That had been about the time that he and Reid had curled up to sleep in their post coital exhaustion…

“I’ve got Garcia on the line.” Morgan said, holding out his phone.

“Hey there, Demon Hunters.” Garcia greeted. “So… Rossi called and gave me your victim’s name… So I looked into his life.”

“And?” Rossi asked.

“Nothing. Can’t find a single thing in common between him or any of the others.”

“Asmodai is literally just plucking up random people from the street…” Prentiss sighed, dropping into a chair.

“No.” Reid said, shaking his head. “He’s not. He has a method…”

“Agreed.” Mulder said. “There’s SOMETHING about these people that attracts his attention. We just can’t see it. He’s a demon. A Fallen Angel. He could even be sensing something in their souls… Something humans never could.”

“Great. So the common factor is something we can never distinguish?” Morgan cried, looking almost insulted.

“Afraid so.” Reid said with a nod.

The next day Drake Evans was strong enough for an interview. As with the others, the further into his story he got, the more aroused and disoriented he became. The team could only assume that Asmodai would come for him again. The hospital was guarded tightly, and when Drake Evans was released the team was ready for another stake out.

This time, they were ready to capture the demon…

But the demon was ready to capture one of them…

Asmodai stared down from his high perch. The agents were protecting his latest victim. He knew that this time, he wouldn’t get him. So he had set his sights elsewhere. The agents were in pairs. He smirked when his target walked into view and he unfurled his great pinions, then leaned forwards and fell into a glide. Enjoying the sensation of flight, he sliced a path through the air over a pair of agents.

Reid gasped, startled, and Mulder stared at the great beast that darted past overhead.

“Come on!” He shouted, and broke into a run. Reid blinked, then followed.

“Mulder, wait!” He squeaked, and sent out the call to the others. “We’ve sighted him!” Reid pulled his gun as he ran around the corner and saw Mulder darting into the park. He groaned slightly and followed. But the place was dark. Reid slowed to a stop, lowering his gun.

There was a whistle, coming from across an expanse of grass. Reid moved quickly, skittering across the small field. In the middle was a large fountain which featured the sculpture of several figures in the ocean waves, all centered around the towering authority of Poseidon, trident held high. He hid in the shadows of this work of art for a moment, then hurried across the rest of the field towards where the whistle had come from.

“… Mulder?” He called, looking around.

“Here.” Came the hissed response. Reid turned and stared into the dark trees.

“Where?” He asked, creeping into the shadows. “… Mulder?”

Silence.

“… Mulder?!”

“Shh!”

“… Where are you?!”

“Shhhh…”

“Where are they?” JJ gasped as the team met on the street.

“I don’t know.” Scully said, looking around.

“There!” Hotch called. Everyone turned as Agent Mulder emerged from the park. “… Where’s Reid?”

“He’s not with you?” Mulder asked.

“… He was with YOU!” Hotch cried.

“No, I chased Asmodai, he lagged behind. I thought he was waiting for you guys.” Mulder said, looking back at the park, worried.

“Reid. What’s your location?” Hotch said, into the radio. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when Reid answered immediately.

“I’m in the brush in the park.” He said in a hushed whisper. “I’m with Mulder.” The team’s relief immediately dissipated.

“Dr. Reid…” Scully said slowly. “… Mulder’s on the street with us.”

“… What?” Reid asked. Mulder turned to face the park.

“… Get the cars over here and get us some light in that park!!!” Rossi ordered.

Reid tensed when Mulder’s voice sounded over his radio. “Get out of there, kid. NOW!” Reid immediately felt the fear spring to life… He whirled and bolted. He burst out of the brush and darted through the park.

Then, something caught his eye. He skidded to a stop, whirling and raising his gun. The large sculpture he had passed stood before him. Poseidon towered over him, small fountains of water erupting from the prongs of his trident, cascading down into the pool surrounding the sculpture with a soft sound…

Reid frowned; something seemed different about it. Then, he was walking towards it. He kept telling himself to run, to get to the others, but he couldn’t… One of the figures seemed out of place… a grotesque figure standing beside Poseidon’s son, Triton, blowing on his conch shell horn...

Breath shaking, Reid squinted in the darkness, trying to see it better. But suddenly, the eyes snapped open and the young agent froze. The eyes towered over him… great golden eyes. He lifted his gun, but as stared into them he found himself paralyzed. A great clawed paw stepped down into the water and Reid’s eyes widened as the demon approached him, tail lashing. His hands trembled. He tried to pull the trigger, but he couldn’t. He tried to cry out for help, but his throat was too tight…

A hand reached out and his revolver was plucked from his grip and tossed aside. Then, fingers were gently running down his cheek, the sharp talons creating an unnerving tickling sensation. Reid felt his lip tremble before a thumb rested on it.

“No need for that, little one…” Came the sensual purr of the great beast before him. Reid tried again to cry out, but all he managed was a whimper. “Shhhh… You are a remarkable one… despite all you have seen, all you have been through… still so pure… it is incredible that your innocence has stood strong and remains intact… You will be rejuvenating.” Talons ran through his hair. “So beautiful…”

Reid’s mind screamed at him, and he replayed his own words in his head. ‘He talked to them. Paid them numerous flattering compliments about their physical appearance and, more interesting, the appeal of their souls and spirits. When we asked the victims what he said, the words ‘pure’, ‘innocent’ and ‘beautiful’ were all used over and over again. When he touched them, it was gentle. Almost loving. And then, as they began to lose their ability to move, he would tell them his name…’

“I am Asmodai.” The great creature rumbled, and Reid felt his body begin to grow warm.

His heart began to pound in his chest as panic spread. “… No.” He gasped as the strange warm tingling from two nights ago began to spread through his body again.

“Shhhh…” The Incubus hissed, and moved closer. His thick, muscular tail wound around Reid’s shoulders and drew him closer.

“NO!” Reid shouted, and jerked himself back into control of his own mind and body. He ducked under the tail and ran. A moment later a roar echoed over the grass and he heard the great wings beating… he could feel the air swirling around him. And then he was blinded as the cars lined up at the edge of the park all threw on their headlights.

“AH!” Reid yelped, tripping and falling to the ground.

“REID!!!” He heard Hotch call.

“… Aaron.” He gasped and threw himself forwards, stumbling to his feet and running towards that voice… the voice that promised safety within a strong, protective embrace…

“RUN KID!!!” Morgan shouted. And Reid’s heart skipped a beat when he heard the horror in the man’s tone. Then a chorus came up… people calling his name, telling him to run… to hurry… Then he realized that the rhythmic sound he heard wasn’t just his feet pounding across the ground, or his heart banging against his ribs, or his own panting breaths… It was the beating of wings.

“DUCK!!!” JJ screamed. The Agents all stared in horror as the beast suddenly swooped in and struck Reid in the back between his shoulders. The boy cried out and crashed to the ground as the demon shot up into the air. He moved in a graceful arc, repositioning himself. Then he dove, talons outstretched. The Agents were running towards their fallen companion now, trying desperately to reach him before the predator did. But they had no chance.

“REID!!!”

The genius looked up at the agonized tone in his lover’s voice. Hotch was running towards him, horror in his eyes. The others were looking up. Reid turned his head and looked up too. What he saw made him scream; Dark wings blocked out the moon and stars… blazing yellow eyes pinned him with their intense predatory stare, and what had been a handsome mouth was stretched open in a triumphant shriek, displaying a set of gleaming sharp teeth. The claws on both hands and feet were bared, and aiming for him.

The team could only watch as the incubus swooped down and plucked their youngest colleague from the ground like an eagle plucks a fish from the water. Talons closed around Reid’s left thigh and right shoulder, and then he was in the air. He hung downwards, giving him an upside down view of everything. But all he could focus on was Hotch. The man had his hand outstretched towards him, desperation filling his eyes. Reid cried out, arching his back and reaching out with his left hand towards the man.

They were so close…

Their fingers met, clawing at the other, trying to get a grip…

Hotch closed his fingers around Reid’s with a triumphant shout, but a moment later it turned to one of broken failure as Reid’s fingers slipped out of his grip, and his ring slipped off of his finger.

“AARON!!!”

The cry echoed not only over the park, but in the ears and hearts of the agents that the youth worked with. He watched as his friends, his FAMILY, stared in stunned helplessness as he was lifted higher and higher into the air, farther and farther from reach.

“AARON, PLEASE!!!” He screamed, thrashing in the demon’s grip, desperately struggling to break free. He had been swallowed by the darkness, but his cries drifted back to them.

“MULDER!!! MORGAN!!! NO! PLEASE NO!!! JJ!!! EMILY!!!” The group stood there, unable to move as even his pleas began to fade.

“Rossi! Scully! Aaron, help me! Please God! Aaron! Aaron… please…”

Years seemed to pass.

A cool breeze blew in off of the Gulf of Mexico.

And that was the only sound.
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