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Wolf Moon

Ahmose 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 3

Sadly, Reid’s arm wasn’t better by the next full moon, and they ended up on a case in Utah. But the next month, Hotch quietly asked to give the team some time off… and he focused it right around the full moon…

The team was ecstatic. Morgan was going on and on about what he was going to do on his week off, and trying to bully Reid into going with him. Reid quietly, but firmly, turned him down every time. And finally…

“ALRIGHT!!!”

Reid jumped, startled.

“Vacation!” Morgan crowed, standing, slamming his desk drawer closed, flicking off his desk lamp and grabbing his bag.

Reid scowled as he tried to soothe his pounding heart.

“I’m gone.” Rossi announced, striding out of his already darkened office.

“Me too!” Garcia squealed, entering the bullpen, JJ not far behind her.

“And… I’m done!” Emily announced, finishing her last file with a flourish and closing it, setting it on top of the stack of completed paperwork. Reid smiled at his team fondly, then looked up at Hotch’s office. The man was still diligently working. Reid let out an impatient sigh… he knew that the full moon was in a few days… and he was looking forward to it with more eagerness than he had expected…

“Hey kid!” Reid turned. The team was in the doorway. “You comin’?”

“I have another few files to finish. You guys have fun, though!”

“You sure you don’t wanna—“

“I’m sure, Morgan.” Reid smiled. “Thanks.”

“Alright… see you next week, kid.”

“Bye, Butter Cream!”

“Bye!” Reid waved, grinning at his team. And finally, the bullpen was quiet. Reid sighed and relaxed, bending over not a case file, but a book. When Hotch emerged from his office, Reid was fully immersed in his reading. In fact there was a stack of three books that he had already finished. Hotch walked over to his agent’s desk and looked at the books. And promptly made a face.

“Spencer… really?!” He cried in horror.

“AAH!!!” Reid yelped, jumping nearly a foot into the ear. “Jeeze, Hotch! Warn a guy!”

“Spencer!” Hotch howled. “Why are you READING this… GARBAGE?!” And he picked up the first book between thumb and forefinger as though it were something nasty. “The Werewolf Book: The Encyclopedia of Shape-Shifting Beings…” Hotch read, then dropped the book with a disgusted look on his face as he looked down at the next. “Werewolves: A Field Guide to Shapeshifters, Lycanthropes, and Man-Beasts…” He slid the book off of the one underneath, and read that title aloud, too… “The Book of Werewolves: A 19th Century Study of Lycanthropy”… Spencer… Why are you reading this shit?!”

Reid put down the book he was currently reading, another one entitled “The Book of WereWolves”.

“Just… reading?” Reid offered weakly. Hotch glared, and Reid deflated. “I just… I’m trying to learn about… about…”

“Us?”

“… yeah.”

“This stuff is nothing but old folklore, myths and legends. If you want to learn about us… then ask me.” And he held out his hand. Reid blinked, and then after a long moment, he accepted the offered hand. Hotch pulled Reid to his feet. “I should have done this long ago.” Hotch said softly. “When you first told me about how you grew up.” Reid blinked his large brown eyes. “… you’re spending our vacation with me.”

“… Okay.” Reid nodded, and he allowed himself to be led from the BAU, leaving the books behind…

The drive home was spent in silence, tense in excitement.

Reid was eager as a pup when they arrived at Aaron Hotchner’s home. It was a small house on the outskirts of town. Behind it, was the woods. And that was the reason Hotch had purchased it when he had moved to Quantico. Reid was inhaling the air deeply.

“I’ve never really… stopped toe smell the forest before.” He admitted. “The ocean when I was in school in California, but…”

“what about on cases?” Hotch asked. “You’ve been in the woods.”

“I try to focus on the reason I’m there and not on the small things that don’t mean anything.”

“the smell of the woods is no small thing to us.” Hotch argued, frowning slightly.

“… I guess… it is to me.” Reid shrugged, now looking ashamed. Hotch just sighed and clapped Reid on the back.

“Come on in. We’ll have dinner. I’ll grill up some steaks. How do you take yours?”

“Uh… Medium well, please.”

“Seriously?”

“… Is there… another way I should have it?” Reid asked, following Hotch into the house. The man pulled a pair of beautiful lean steaks from the fridge and went to fire up the grill.

“Try it the way I take mine.” Hotch said.

“and that is?”

“rare.”

“Um… how about Medium Rare to start out with?” Reid asked, looking a bit nervous. Hotch smiled.

“Okay. Medium Rare.” He said, and proceeded to sprinkle some pepper on the steaks, and then rub them with butter. Reid watched, curiously.

“Are we having anything else with them?”

“We can if you would like.” Hotch said. “But this week is about teaching you about... well…”

“How to be a proper werewolf?”

“Well… I’m not sure I would use those terms, but… yes.”

“Oh. Sorry. What do you prefer? Lycanthrope? Loup-garou?”

“No no… I mean… proper.” Hotch clarified. “You ARE a proper werewolf, Spencer. You just… never learned about the general werewolf laws and cultures. And well… How to… BE one.”

“Yeah. PROPER Werewolf.” Reid said again, and Hotch just smiled and shook his head.

“Fine. PROPER Werewolf.” He conceded. Then he smiled at Reid, who smiled back.

“So… where do we start?” The inquisitive young man asked.

“With a love for red meat.” Hotch grinned, and Reid smiled in response as Hotch tossed the meat onto the grill. Reid inhaled, his nostrils flaring, and his mouth began to water.

“I think that’s working.” Reid commented, and Hotch chuckled. “Mind if I see what you have in the kitchen to go along with the steaks? And… are we really each eating one? Those are HUGE.”

“Like I said.” Hotch responded with a grin. “Love for red meat.”

“Alright, alright.”

“But feel free to poke around if you want a salad or something. We’re omnivores. And whether we like them or not, we need to eat our vegetables, too.”

“I like them.” Reid snorted, and headed into the kitchen. Hotch forked the steaks onto a plate and carried them into the house. Reid was tossing a salad.

“Those smell AMAZING.”

“Thanks.” Hotch replied, forking the steaks onto two plates and smiling. They were juicy and dripping. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into them…

Reid brought the salad over to the table and Hotch opened the fridge and pulled out a beer.

“Want one?”

“No thank you.” Reid said politely, and helped himself to a glass, which he filled with water at the sink. Hotch just shrugged and sat down at the table.

“Cut into your steak, see if it’s okay.” He told Reid, who moved to join him. Reid nodded and did so. Inside the steak was pink, and towards the very middle it was still a bit red. Blood and juices oozed from the meat at the pressure of the knife and fork.

“It’s a bit rare…” Reid commented.

“Try it.” Hotch encouraged. Reid blinked, then nodded. He cut off a bit and poked it into his mouth. Hotch was already chewing his first bite. And he grinned as Reid’s face lit up, and this his eyes closed in bliss as he chewed the tender, juicy meat.

“There now. See?”

“Yeah… I see… Wow… This is… this is the best steak I’ve ever had.” Reid groaned, and Hotch flushed as he thought that Reid looked like he was about to have an orgasm right there just from the taste of the meat…

“Thank you.” He said, firmly keeping his voice level.

And to Reid’s amazement, he ate the entire thing. Hotch wasn’t at all surprised, and he laughed at Reid’s comment on how horrified he was at how much he had eaten.

“I told you. Red meat. And Rare is even better.”

“It WAS good… I’m gonna be craving it all the time now.”

“I have it at least twice a week.”

“I have noticed you eating a lot of red meat when the team goes out. You always get beef.”

“I like chicken and turkey and pork.” Hotch acquiesced. “But beef is by far what I, and the wolf in me, enjoys the most.”

“I won’t deny that.” Reid nodded as he helped Hotch wash the dishes. “So… we have taught me the wolf’s love of red meat… what’s next?”

“Next, we shower and rest.” Hotch chuckled, glancing at a disappointed looking pup beside him. “This is going to be a busy week.”

Reid nodded, and when the kitchen was clean, Hotch showed Reid to the bathroom and the guest room. When Reid was bathed and in his pajamas (gray sweat pants and an FBI T-shirt) he found Hotch in the living room. The man had a fire in the fireplace and was enjoying a scotch. He nodded to Reid, smiling at the sight of the boy in his geeky glasses, and the youth joined him on the sofa. Reid drew his feet up onto the couch and wrapped his arms around his legs.

“… Hotch?”

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“… Why haven’t you ever taken a mate?”

Hotch blinked, not expecting this.

“Well… Technically, I did.” He answered. Reid looked at the man, startled.

“When? I mean… I never knew. I’ve never smelled a female on you before…”

“She… isn’t here.”

“What do you mean?” Reid asked. Hotch sighed and leaned back, crossing his legs.

“It’s rare for a wolf to leave their pack.” Hotch began, and Reid nodded. “We’re pack animals. Simple as that.”

“So why did you?”

“… I’m the exception.” Hotch admitted, and Reid smiled at that. “Pack life… it’s not that it didn’t suit me… the pack was fine. It was the rest of my life that I wasn’t suited to.”

“Oh?”

“I wanted to do bigger things than I could have done remaining where I was with the pack. I have a wife. And I have a son.”

“Wow… What are their names?”

“Haley and Jack.” Hotch smiled. “But… when I left the pack… my wife didn’t come with me. She refused to leave the pack.”

“And… you didn’t stay with them?” Reid asked, now looking angry.

“She and I had been having problems long before I ever left.” Hotch sighed. “Jack was actually conceived on one of my visits home. I think I hoped that having a son would help solidify our relationship… but not long after he was born, she… filed for divorce. She didn’t want her husband to be what I was. But the fact is… when I was with the pack… I was wishing that I were elsewhere. At some point… you have to do what you have to do. You have to follow your heart.”

Reid nodded slightly.

“I only signed the divorce papers because she wanted me to. She had been seeing someone long before Jack was born… she just would never admit it. But I could smell him on her.” Hotch shrugged. “And ultimately… I never really loved her.”

“No?”

“No… it was… an arranged marriage.” Hotch admitted, and Reid looked shocked. “It does still happen.” Hotch told him. “And it’s more common among our kind than you would think.” Reid nodded again. “I never wanted that. And honestly, she didn’t either. Dad was furious when I left to join the Bureau. And even MORE pissed when my brother decided to follow his heart and moved to New York to be a chef!” Hotch grinned at the memory. “He died less than a year later.”

“I didn’t know you had a brother.” Reid commented, smiling.

“I do…” Hotch said, standing and walked over to the mantle. He took down a picture and passed it to Reid, sitting beside him and pointing. “That’s him, there.” He said, and Reid nodded at the blonde young man.

“And that’s you.” He said, pointing to the handsome young man in his early twenties.

“Right before I left.” Hotch nodded. “That’s my mother… Sean takes after her in looks, you can see… And that’s my father.”

“You look like him.” Reid commented, and Hotch nodded.

“And that is Haley.” Hotch said, pointing to the woman who was beside him.

“She’s pretty.”

“She is.” Hotch admitted. “Just… not my type.” Reid was silent for a long time, then looked up at the man.

“What… is your type?” He asked softly. Hotch looked down at Reid, his face a mere foot away from his own.

“… I… I don’t really know…” Hotch murmured, staring into the golden brown eyes. “I… I’ve never really… met a woman that I really wanted to be with… how about you?”

“I… Um…” Reid flushed and looked away.

“It’s alright.” Hotch reassured him. “You can tell me.” Reid was silent for a long moment, and then looked back up at Hotch.

“Women… aren’t really my type…” He whispered. Hotch’s face never changed. He just stared down at his young subordinate, his dark eyes boring into Reid’s…

“… what is?” He finally asked, his voice so soft Reid could hardly hear it.

“… Um… I guess… the tall, dark and handsome type…” Reid finally confessed, his voice a soft whisper. Hotch’s lips twitched

“Like me?” He asked, moving closer. Reid’s eyes widened and he flushed even darker.

“… Y-Yes…” He gasped, looking shocked, but hopeful as Hotch moved in closer. “… Like… like you… Oh!” He gasped as the man captured his lips in a soft kiss, and his eyes fluttered closed. Slowly, Hotch curled an arm around the young wolf and pulled him closer, kissing him more firmly this time. Reid sighed and leaned in, pressing against the elder in a tentative way that also belied his eagerness to be held close as he was. The kiss didn’t last as long as Reid had hoped, but they lingered, breathing in each other’s breaths and absorbing each other’s warmth.

Hotch smiled slightly, gently brushing his knuckles down Reid’s cheek.

“… we should go to bed.” He murmured. Reid sucked in his breath slightly.

“Oh… um…” He mumbled, and Hotch moved back and stood, offering a hand to Reid. Reid took it, and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

“Sleep in as late as you want.” Hotch told him with a smile. “This week is ours.” Reid nodded, and the pair moved down the hall. Hotch stopped at the guest room he had set up for Reid and glanced in, then looked down at Reid again. “If you need anything, I’m just down the hall.” Reid nodded, and Hotch smiled. “Good night.” He murmured, and then gave Reid’s hand a light squeeze before he silently disappeared into his own bedroom, shutting the door silently.

Reid stood in the hall for a long time, staring at the closed door. But he finally let out a deep sigh and slipped into the guest room, moving over to the bed and sliding between the sheets. He reached out and flicked off the lights, smiling slightly at the gentle glow of a nightlight. Reid didn’t know it, but Hotch had actually purchased specifically for him…

His mind was spinning, and it was a long while before his exceptional brain managed to calm down enough for him to finally drift away, savoring the light scent of Aaron Hotchner on his pajamas and in the room…
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