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Wolf Moon	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 37634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Hotch raised his eyes when he felt fingers twitch against his thigh. He lowered his book and looked down at his lover, snuggled against his legs. He had one hand curled gently beside his face, and the other rested on Hotch's legs. Hotch felt a slight smile tug at the corners of his mouth as Reid sucked in a deep breath, and his eyes fluttered open.
"… Good morning." Hotch murmured, covering Reid's hand with his own. Reid lifted his gaze to meet his alpha's eyes, and blinked a couple of times.
"… Hi." Reid whispered, and Hotch smiled.
"Feel better?"
Reid blinked couple of times, and then hissed as he slowly stretched. "… 'M stiff…"
"I'm not surprised." Hotch nodded, running his fingers through Reid's hair.
"… I have to pee!" Reid squealed suddenly, beginning to struggle to extract himself from the blankets wound around him.
Hotch chuckled and said "I'm not surprised" again. He helped Reid untangle himself saying "You've slept for twenty eight hours straight."
"What?!" Reid blurted, finally standing.
"You fell asleep at about eight am yesterday. It's nearly noon." Hotch said.
"… It's SATURDAY?!"
"Mmhmm." Hotch nodded, closing his book and setting it on the bedside table. "You go to the bathroom and shower, and I'll fix you something to eat." And he rose from the bed and headed out to the kitchen while Reid darted into the bathroom.
"Aaaahhhh…" Reid sighed as he relieved the pressure on his bladder, glancing down and frowning at all the bandages and band aids over his body. He lifted his eyes to stare blankly at the wall as he thought back…
"Oh God…" He gasped softly, eyes wide. "Noriko…" He let himself drift back into his memories of that night. His heart was pounding as he stepped into the shower and began to bathe, remembering issuing the challenge, and then battling the alpha female, hearing the cries of "Alpha Swing!" from the other wolves watching the combat. And then, as he shut off the water…
"… Oh God… Aaron!"
Hotch blinked and looked up as he heard frantic gasping and bare feet slapping on the floor. He turned and then—
"WHOOF!" Hotch stumbled back as he was tackled by a sopping wet, stark naked Spencer Reid.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Reid wailed, and Hotch just stared down at him, baffled, holding his whisk aloft.
"What? Spencer? What's wrong?!" He cried, reaching over Reid and plopping the whisk back into the simmering pot of Campbell's Tomato Soup on the stove, and skillfully flipping the grilled cheese sandwich out of the pan and onto a plate before it burned. Then he gripped Reid's shoulders and pushed him away so he could look him in the eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"I attacked you!" Reid cried. Hotch blinked, then smiled.
"It's okay." He said, leaning in and kissing Reid's forehead. "Go dry off and get into clean pajamas and we'll talk." And he sent Reid one his way with a little pat to his bare bottom, and then turned back to the stove, shaking his head and snickering to himself under his breath.
When Reid shuffled out, Hotch grinned at the sight of him… Reid was in a pair of faded Batman pajama pants and an oversized sweatshirt that Hotch recognized as one of his own. He was in mismatched socks, as usual, and his hair was wild from being vigorously towel dried.
"What's this?" Reid asked, mischief shinning in his eyes. "A meal with no meat?"
"… Shut up." Hotch grinned, setting out the bowls of soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. "I can certainly fry up some bacon."
"I'm fine." Reid said with a little smile, moving to sit down with his mate. "So… is… is it really over this time?"
"It is." Hotch said with a nod. "Ralph and Bev came over yesterday with some of the others. Noriko tried to tell them that you came after her and killed her brother and- they didn't believe her, of course!" Hotch blurted the last bit quickly when Reid let out a cry of outrage, eyes burning. "I told them everything. How she had her brothers abduct you… how they chased you through the woods and… then about the Alpha Swing. And your victory. And… about your decision."
"Decision?" Reid asked.
"Your decision to not kill her."
"Oh."
"Ralph wants her dead. But you defeated her, and your decision stands with the pack. They will see that she leaves town. And they will see to her should she ever return."
"… Oh." Reid said again, looking surprised as he sipped his soup.
"Now then." Hotch said, swallowing his bite of sandwich. "You attacked me last night." Reid's eyes widened in horror. "That's nothing unusual."
"But—" Reid blurted, but stopped when Hotch lifted a hand to silence him.
"You were in an Alpha Swing." Hotch said. "You had just defeated one alpha, when another one appeared. You were in combat mode and you couldn't help but see me as a threat."
"But why?!"
"Just an instance of your wolf instincts overriding your man's thought process. Not uncommon, especially with the drama of the swing you made. You swung to the complete opposite end of the spectrum, Spencer. From Omega to Alpha? That's HUGE. It completely changed who you are for a time. Pushing yourself into it and then coming down from it isn't easy. It could have gone on for hours. But I wasn't willing to wait that long to have you." And Hotch gave him a toothy grin. "So I had to trigger you to come back down again, and to do that, I had to exert my own dominance and push you into accepting your submission, and from there you just kept going until you settled back into your natural position. An Alpha Swing alone like the one you did would have been enough to exhaust ANY wolf. But then you and I, uh…"
"… Decided to go at it like rabbits all night long?"
"Right. And that will exhaust us as well. So it's no wonder you slept like you did."
Reid nodded, chewing his sandwich thoughtfully. "I… when I was fighting Noriko… was… was the team there?"
"Morgan, Prentiss and Rossi." Hotch said with a nod.
"Are they okay?"
"They want answers." Hotch admitted. "But they're respecting our space."
"Hm…"
"I think the girls found your ears and tail cute."
"What?!"
"When I carried you back to the car, you were human… but you had your wolf ears and tail on."
Reid groaned, and then cried "I was NAKED!"
"They didn't see anything." Hotch chuckled. "I wrapped you in a blanket."
"… Okay." Reid said, calming, and Hotch wisely didn't tell him that it was Garcia who had BROUGHT him the blanket, and she had probably seen more than Reid would have liked…
"… Tonight, I'm re-marking my yard. And… you're marking it, too."
"WHAT?!"
Hotch smirked. "… Don't make me call your mom."
"HOTCH!" Reid shrieked, looking mortified. Hotch just grinned. "Uhg…" Reid groaned, drooping. "You SUCK."
"It's your job as my mate." Hotch stated, calmly. "If you don't, they any wolf passing by, will think that a lone, unattached male lives here. You don't want any other… lusty females to come sniffing around me, do you?"
Reid's response was narrow eyes and a low growl.
"Didn't think so." Hotch said, triumph gleaming in his eyes. "You will mark my territory."
"… Fine!" Reid spat, finishing his lunch.
"And I think Ralph is going to want to meet with you."
"What? Why?"
"I'm not sure." Hotch admitted. "He said he would stop by this afternoon, when he figured you would be awake."
"Oh…" Reid mumbled.
"Now… you go relax," Hotch said gently, "while I clean up, and we'll relax today."
"Oh, no, you cooked this, I'll clean up."
"I'm taking care of my mate." Hotch said. "And that's what I want to do. I am… SO proud of you, Spencer." And he stood and drew his little omega into his arms. "You are just so incredible. And I think you deserve to be pampered a bit. Okay?"
Reid smiled and blushed, snuggling in close. "Okay."
"Alright then." Hotch nodded. "Go on then. Relax. Read a book. Watch Doctor Who. Whatever you want."
"Okay." Reid nodded, and shuffled out of the kitchen. Hotch smiled after him, then turned and began to clean the kitchen.

It was early evening. The sun was beginning to go down. Hotch turned when his phone rang, reaching over to pick it up without disturbing Reid, who was resting against his chest watching The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, and explaining the history of the elves to Hotch, who had gotten lost about fifteen minutes ago…
"Hello?" He said, interrupting Reid telling him about the fall of Gondolin, and the great elven Lord, Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower, mighty slayer of the Balrog, whom the Valar had brought back to Middle Earth to serve the House of Elrond… and who had been CUT from the movie and replaced by Arwen for Frodo's rescue and the flight to Rivendell, pursued by the Nazgul… they had even given Arwen Glorfindel's horse, Asfaloth! Much to the wrath of geeks everywhere, apparently…
Reid looked up when Hotch frowned slightly, and then his eyes widened. "Oh. Um… okay. Right. Bye." And he hung up.
"What was that?" Reid asked.
"I need to get the grill fired up. And YOU need to get dressed."
"What? Why?!"
"Just do it!" Hotch called, hurrying from the room. Reid huffed and heaved himself off of the sofa, heading the guest room where he still had a lot of his clothes. Ten minutes later, he stepped out onto the back patio, where Hotch had indeed fired up the grill.
"Okay… so what's going on?" Reid asked, sliding his arms around Hotch from behind, his palms resting against his alpha's abs. Hotch just smiled.
"We have company coming." The elder man said. "Can you go into the kitchen and start washing potatoes?"
"Potatoes?"
"Baked potatoes to go with the steaks."
"Oh. Um… okay." Reid nodded, and headed back inside. Hotch turned to watch him go, feeling a smirk come to his lips as he admired his mate's rear end in his jeans… a pair that Garcia had bought for Reid… they were a bit more fitted, showing the shape of his long legs and…
"Damn." He spat, realizing that he now had a hard on…
"Hey, how many potatoes to we… well… that's not a potato." Reid said, poking his head out the door and looking at where Hotch was looking… at the tenting in his pants.
"… No." Hotch nodded, also staring down at the front of his pants. "No, it's not. I should uh… probably take a cold shower." Reid laughed slightly, shaking his head and walking over to Hotch. "You tend to the grill… I'll get the potatoes in the oven… and then I'll help you out with this… problem."
Hotch perked up. "Oh? Really?" He asked.
"Mm-hmm." Reid nodded, kissing Hotch's cheek and then disappearing into the house. He set the oven to preheat, pulled out a whole sack of potatoes and began to scrub them clean, finally wrapping them in foil and shoving them into the oven before turning and scurrying outside. Then he threw his arms around Hotch's neck and kissed him.
"Mmm… hi." Hotch said, smiling. Reid grinned and tugged Hotch away from the grill by the belt, turned him around pushing him into one of the patio chairs before kneeling down before him and running his fingers up the man's thighs.
"Um…" Hotch sad slowly. "They'll be arriving any minute."
"Then… I guess I should hurry…" Reid snickered, unbuckling Hotch's belt, unbuttoning his jeans and slowly, sliding the zipper down its track. Hotch just stared, eyes wide and mouth open slightly. He reached out and ran his fingers through his lover's hair as Reid peeled down his underwear to free his erection.
"Oh, thank GOD I had the foresight to buy a house on the edge of town with all these trees and brush surrounding the property…"
"Mmm… how many acres?" Reid asked, then gave a sensual wink and bowed his head.
Hotch's eyes fluttered closed and he let his head fall back, baring his teeth to the setting sun and hissing, arching forwards and gripping his mate's hair tightly in his fists.
Reid moaned softly, moving up and down on his lover's erection, savoring every inch of it, and the musky scent filling his senses, the groans in his ears… he felt the heat rise in his own body, the tingling in his groin as he could sense his mate's dominance in everything… scent, taste, touch, sound, sight… everything. And it was so arousing to him as an omega. He moaned again, taking Hotch deeper into his mouth and throat, and swallowing around him.
"Oh shit… Spencer…" Hotch gasped, bucking his hips. "Baby… please…"
"Mmnnh…" Reid gasped, his eyes rolling back into his head.
"So close, baby…" Hotch gasped, a strained whine in his throat that Reid found so, so incredibly sexy. And then with a gasp his mate reached his climax, ejaculating into his submissive partner's mouth. Reid mewled as he swallowed the offering and lapped up the droplets that had escaped his lips, cleaning his mate and lovingly tucking him away, kissing his trembling lips.
"Spencer…" Hotch breathed, and Reid smile, nuzzling him. "That… that was amazing…"
"Mm-hmm…" Reid said, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and giving Hotch a wink.
"… That was hot."
Reid jumped about a foot into the air, and Hotch twisted around, eyes wide.
"… Garcia?!"
The woman was standing there in the kitchen doorway, eyes wide, holding what looked like a platter of cupcakes. Hotch slowly stood.
"What are you doing here?"
"I… I came to check on you…" Garcia said. "I mean… I know Rossi said to give you your space but you were HURT and I was worried and—"
"Who is this?" A voice said from the kitchen behind Garcia.
"Oh!" She gasped, turning and backing out of the kitchen and onto the patio… and the wolves followed. Hotch just stared, not ready for these worlds to collide.
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