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Anything For You

Hatochiisai

No own. Piss off.

Slash warning Hotch/Reid, UnSubOC/Reid (non-con)

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Chapter 5

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Reid jerked awake when he heard the dumb waiter clatter to life. He lifted his head from his arm which was propped up on Rossi’s bed side. He checked on the man… his fever seemed to have gone down a bit. Groaning, he stood. The position he had fallen asleep in had left him stiff and sore, especially with his injuries after falling… well, being THROWN down the stairs. Reid hobbled over to the dumb waiter and opened it up. He blinked, and stared. Tomato soup with grilled cheese.

“Somethin’ smells good.” Reid jumped and whirled. “… Reid. Chill.” Morgan said.

“I’m okay. Why are you getting up?”

“Bathroom.” Morgan said, and winced as his head spun. He felt gentle hands on his arm. “I’m fine, Reid.”

“Humor me.” Reid drawled. Morgan blinked and looked at him, then smiled.

“Okay, kid. Thanks.”

Once Reid had Morgan back in bed, the others had been roused by the tantalizing smells of dinner.

“You look like you’re feeling better, Dave.” Hotch called across the room.

“I’ve had our mother hen hovering over me all day, Aaron.” Rossi announced, waving a hand at Reid. Reid just smiled, handing Hotch a bowl and sandwich.

“I want you to eat it all.” Reid told him. Hotch raised an eyebrow. Reid turned and prepared a bowl for Emily. He brought lunch to her and Morgan both, then went to Rossi.

“I can eat on my own.” Rossi said immediately. Reid sat on his bed side, leveling a skeptical look on the man. “… Okay, fine. But next time, I’m feeding myself!” Reid smiled and nodded and spoon fed the man his soup, but let Rossi eat the sandwich on his own.

When they were done, Reid passed out medication again, then gathered the dishes. A few minutes later, the door at the top of the stairs opened.

“Spencer?” Came the call. The team watched Reid wince and shudder, then take a deep breath, steeling himself, before gathering the dishes and walking up the stairs. Hotch’s heart was pounding in his chest out of fear and worry for his lover…

Reid offered Shane a forced smile, then crossed the room and began to wash the dishes. A moment later, there was hand on his lower back again. Reid fought not to flinch away.

“How are your friends doing?” Shane asked.

“… Okay. But they need care. More than I can give here.” He slowly turned around and looked up at Shane. “… Please… Let them go…”

“No.” Shane said, frowning. “Not until I’m sure…”

“Sure of what?” Reid asked, then gasped as arms wrapped around him and pulled him into the body of the elder man.

“Sure that you will stay…” Shane hissed, and kissed Reid. Reid gasped and tried to pull away, but in the blink of an eye, Shane was holding his wrists tightly. He stared down into the frightened eyes of the FBI Agent, then bent him backwards over the counter, kissing him. Reid whimpered, struggling.

“Why do you still resist me?!” Shane hissed, glaring. “We are MEANT to be!”

“I… I don’t even KNOW you! You kidnapped my team! AND me! You think I can just… TRUST you!?” Reid cried, shaking his head. Shane stared, then pulled Reid close and lifted him into his arms. “What… what are you doing?! Stop! Put me down! Put me down NOW!!! STOP IT!!! PUT ME DOWN!!! NO!!! NO!!! LET GO OF ME!!!” Reid shouted, thrashing.

Below them in the basement, Hotch threw himself out of bed, stumbling across the room.

“REID!!!” He shouted, hurling himself up the stairs, Morgan at his heels. The pair then threw themselves against the door. They heard a crash in the kitchen.

“OW!!” Shane yelped. “Stop kicking!”

“PUT me DOWN!” Reid cried, his voice high and near hysterical.

“REID!” The two Agents shouted. Emily and Rossi stood at the bottom of the stairs staring up, Rossi leaning on Prentiss. Then there was a bang and the door shuddered as Shane slammed Reid up against it.

“Hotch… Morgan…” Reid gasped, turning his head to lay his cheek against the door, whimpering as Shane pressed his body flushed up against his own.

“Reid…” He heard Hotch breath, helpless horror in his voice.

“Shhh…” Shane hissed, and kissed Reid, wedging his knee between Reid’s thighs. Reid whined, then sobbed as a tongue slid into his mouth and hands moved over his body. Shane moaned, releasing Reid’s lips and trailing his lips over his face.

“Please…” Reid cried, trying to wriggle away. “Please stop… don’t…”

“YOU GET YOUR FUCKIN’ HANDS OFF OF HIM!!!” Morgan roared, then winced as he collapsed to his knees in a coughing fit.

“Morgan, get back into bed!” Reid ordered suddenly. Shane chuckled.

“Yeah, Morgan. Get back into bed… and I’ll take Spencer to mine…”

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!” Hotch exploded suddenly, clawing and pounding the door, trying to get through. Reid stared at Shane with wide eyes, feeling the door vibrating against his back as Hotch flew off the handle. “IF YOU HURT HIM—“

“I won’t!!!” Shane snapped, then turned a deranged smile on Reid, running his fingers through the agent’s hair. “As long as he co-operates…” Reid’s eyes widened. “You remember what I told you before, Spencer? About resisting me? Saying no…?” Reid stared at the man in horror when he pulled a gun and pointed it over Reid’s shoulder at the door… with Hotch and Morgan on the other side. After a moment, Reid slumped against the door.

Hotch and Morgan stared at each other as they listened to the whimpers of their youngest team member on the other side of the door.

“Well, Spencer?”

“… I remember…” They heard Reid whisper.

“Good… let’s go.” Shane said. Hotch’s eyes widened when he heard Reid moving away from the door.

“Reid… REID!” He shouted, banging on the door.

Reid winced… Hearing Hotch calling to him like that was heart wrenching… he longed to call back… to run to the man, throw the door open and hide within his safe embrace. But he couldn’t. Hotch couldn’t keep him safe… he had to keep Hotch safe. And to do that, Reid silently followed Shane to the bedroom… like a lamb to slaughter…

“REID!!!” Hotch screamed, and this time it was he who collapsed into a coughing fit.

“Please…” Reid whimpered, shaking his head. “Please don’t do this…”

“Be silent.” Shane snapped, eyes flashing. Reid winced.

“There… there can’t be any hope for us...” He gasped. “If you do this…” They reached the bedroom and Shane shoved Reid back. Reid stumbled, falling onto the bed. Shane stood over him, staring down at the petrified young man. Reid squirmed, not too pleased with how the man’s eyes raked over his body. He curled his hands into fists where they lay by his head, and he averted his eyes, unable to watch Shane’s eyes any longer.

“… You will not resist me?” The man hissed. Reid winced, but he had no choice.

“… No.” He said, softly. Shane’s breaths came in harsh gasps now… he fell forwards, flattening Reid to the mattress, kissing him. Reid winced and closed his eyes tightly, trying to shut out what was happening… but the rough hands slid under his shirt… But Reid didn’t moan in pleasure… he shuddered in revulsion. He felt his eyes burn with tears, but he would not let them fall… this deranged man was unstable. He could fly into a psychotic rage over anything… and tears might just be a trigger for that. His shirt was pushed up over his head and dragged away from his arms. It landed with a soft rustling on the floor. Then there were lips on his chest.

Reid struggled desperately to stay silent… But God, how he wanted to scream… to fight the man off… not like he could. Shane was easily twice his weight. But he let out a distressed cry when the rough hands slid his pants off of his hips and down his thighs. He bit his lip, squeezing his eyes shut as tight as he could, trying to keep himself in control. His pants fell to the floor. The hands on his ankles lifted his feet and propped them up on the edge of the bed, spread apart.

Reid’s heart pounded in his chest and he clutched the blankets tightly in his fists as he chewed his lower lip… He felt completely vulnerable and exposed… He had no idea it would be like this… When he was with Hotch, he was relaxed. It was almost a relief. Hotch would look at his body with a tender look in his eyes that no one aside from Haley and Jack had ever seen… his hands were gentle and loving, and Reid had always felt as thought his body was… worshipped by the elder agent. But this was completely different.

He felt like a piece of meat… or an animal. He was livestock being inspected… Like a young stallion about to be offered up to stud. His body was inspected by eyes and hands both, as if they were trying to determine whether or not he was good enough. And apparently it was… Reid cried out in horrified shock when Shane ran his tongue up the boy’s length. He couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. They flooded down his face as he tried desperately to deny what was happening. His chest rose and fell dramatically as he drew in deep, shaky breathes. Slowly, a blush covered his thin face and spread to his chest. His eyes fluttered closed and he turned his head to the side, letting out a quavery moan…

“There you go…” Shane hissed, slowly stroking Reid’s awakened arousal. “See? You’re doing fine…” And he took Reid into his mouth again. Reid gasped, then sobbed. He crossed his arms over his head, hiding his face as he cried, writhing on the bed.

He wanted to scream… cry out… beg the man to stop… to leave him alone.. but his fear for what the man might do to his team kept him silent save for the few devastated whimpers that escaped his lips. His breathing and heart rate picked up as the unwanted pleasure began to fill his body. He didn’t want to admit that the hot mouth enveloping his erection felt so good… or the hands stroking his thighs. Despite it all, there was an almost sickening weight in his stomach that grew heavier as this violation continued.

His emotions roiled around in him like a tumultuous storm… he would give almost anything in that moment to open his eyes and find himself ins Hotch’s room… in his bed… in his arms, safe and warm and loved. That was when he was happiest. That was when he felt the most comfortable in his own skin.

His thighs twitched and he gasped… He was close… God, how he didn’t want to give into this man. It was more frustrating that he had ever imagined, being unable to control his own body. He tensed and gasped, reaching his release and ejaculating into Shane’s mouth. He heard Shane growl… or was it a purr? The man licked the boy clean, then moved up to hang over his body. He pulled his arms away from his face.

“There now, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Shane asked. He stared down at Reid, his face red and blotchy, eyes swollen and full of tears. The pain in his eyes was unmistakable. Shane narrowed his eyes.

“… why do you resist?!” He cried out in angry confusion, and a sharp crack rang through the room as he struck Reid across the face. “I’ve done EVERYTHING for you!” Reid just shook his head, eyes wide. Shane growled. “And I think it’s time you gave something back.” And he began to fumble with the front of his pants. Reid’s eyes got impossibly wider.

“Oh God… please…” He gasped, feeling sick to his stomach. He began to struggle, but the man was sitting on him. Shane freed his significant erection from the confines of his jeans, groaning and giving it a few strokes. “Please don’t…” Reid begged.

“If you don’t co-operate…” Shane hissed. “I will have to remove those distractions downstairs.”

“Please… Let them go… I’ll do whatever you want…”

“No. Either you co-operate, or they die.” Shane snapped. Reid winced and closed his eyes, helpless tears rolling down his face. Shane growled and seized a handful of Reid’s hair, jerking his head up. Reid’s eyes flew open and he gasped in pain, then gave a horrified cry as the man forced his erection into his mouth. Reid fought with the man, clawing and then biting down.

“AH!!! LITTLE FUCKER!!!” Shane howled, and brought his fist across Reid’s jaw. He wrapped a hand around Reid’s throat and jerked him up, spinning around and slamming Reid against the wall. Reid gagged, struggling to break free. Shane let go of his throat, just to backhand him to the floor, then raised his leg under Reid’s ribs. The boy yelped as he was kicked into the wall. Then a hand on his wrist. He was jerked up and swung around into the wall again. A hand on his throat again. And his skull met the wall again and again and again and again… then, the hand was gone. Reid groaned, swaying, then falling to his knees.

“You are mine.” Shane hissed. “It was written before either one of us were ever born. We were meant to be. Do not fight fate. Accept it.” He snapped, grabbing a handful of Reid’s hair and jerking his head up again. “Take it.” And he shoved his erection into Reid’s mouth again. Reid let out a pitiful whine, but didn’t fight this time… He fought to keep his stomach from expelling its contents. “Go on…” Shane growled.

Reid winced and began to suck. It was hard to breathe; he was congested with tears, and possibly blood as well. He closed his eyes and concentrated on finishing as quickly as possible. He moved up and down the man’s length, rubbing with his tongue, and scraping his teeth over the skin. The man was groaning and panting. He wasn’t holding Reid’s hair in his fist anymore, but was gently stroking the chestnut locks, brushing the silken strands out of the boy’s face. Reid winced and closed his eyes so that he wouldn’t see what was before him, and so that Shane wouldn’t notice the horror and revulsion that had overtaken them.

Reid gagged when the man thrust into his throat. Reid’s stomach churned. He just wanted it to end, and quickly. And he knew it right before the end came. Shane’s hands fisted in his hair, tugging on it painfully. He gasped and thrust into Reid’s mouth and released. Reid sobbed as he tasted the fluid on his tongue and felt some of it trickle down his throat. He felt sick. But a harsh hand wrapped around his bicep and jerked him to his feet.

Reid stumbled after the man, through the house and back into the kitchen. Then Shane flung open the door to the basement and flung Reid through. He gasped and vaguely got a glimpse of Rossi, Hotch and Morgan before the world spun. Sharp pains, voices shouting out his name, and then Reid felt himself crash into something that was not the floor.

Morgan and Rossi had seen Reid come flying at them, and they moved. Before the boy could fall to the concrete floor, they reached out to him. Reid fell into their waiting arms, and the two men stumbled and fell back to the floor, Reid on top of them. Morgan groaned; Reid’s knee had hit him hard in the stomach. Hotch scrambled over, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around their youngest team member.

“Reid…” He gasped. “Prentiss, get him some clothes! Reid… Reid…” Reid just lay there, hiding his face in shame, his body trembling violently. He felt a warm blanket being flung over his frame and he curled up. A moment later, he realized that he was sobbing. Hotch pulled him up and held him close, rocking him gently.

“Reid… Shhhh… It’s okay… come on Reid, talk to us. Are you okay?” Morgan murmured. Reid felt gentle fingers on his chin lift his face. Reid stared up into Hotchner’s worried eyes, his own eyes full of tears and pain. A moment later, Hotch’s eyes mirrored his own.

Hotch couldn’t believe the devastation he saw in those normally warm, naïve eyes. Reid was unable to maintain eye contact for long… Hotch could see the shame overwhelming the young man. Then his eyes drifted down. And then he felt the protective fury. Blood dripped from Reid’s nose… and semen from the corner of his mouth.

“Reid…” He gasped. Reid glanced up at him, frowning, then looked horrified. He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth for a moment, then pulled it away and looked down. He stared at the pearly fluid on his hand.

“… I’m gonna throw up…” He blurted suddenly, beginning to gasp harshly.

“Get him up.” Morgan ordered, grabbing Reid’s arm and hoisting him to his feet. Hotch stood, getting on Reid’s other side. The men half dragged half carried Reid to the bathroom as he fought to contain himself. Reid barely made it. He dropped to his knees and emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl. Morgan stood over him, watching him with a pained look on his face and stroking his hair, and Hotch knelt beside him, arm around the young man’s shoulders, murmuring to him gently and running a hand in circles over Reid’s back.

“Reid… Up. Come on.” Morgan said, and helped Reid to his feet. “Hotch, start the shower, man.” Hotchner nodded, turning and getting the shower started and heated up.

“I’ll help him.” Hotch said.

“No way, Hotch. You’re shaking. You need to go lie down.” Morgan said, firmly.

“I’m not leaving him.”

“I know you’re not. But you’re sick. Lie down. Now.”

“Hotch… it’s okay…” Reid gasped, and turned to lean on Morgan. Hotch stared at Reid. The boy wouldn’t even look at him. Hotch sighed, upset. He recognized what Reid was showing. He had been forced into sexual acts with a man other than his lover. He was guilty and ashamed, and because of it, was unable to look the man he loved in the eye. Slowly, Hotch left the bathroom. It was probably best to let Morgan look after Reid while the boy managed to get himself under control again. Hotch would talk to him later… alleviate his guilt.

In the bathroom, Morgan helped Reid into the shower. The boy gasped at the comfort the warm water brought.

“Reid.” Morgan said. “Look at me.” Reid blinked and obeyed. “What did he do?”

“He… He put me in his mouth… and then made me do the same… but when I tried to refuse, he… he hurt me… and then made me do it anyway.” Reid told him. Morgan nodded.

“But he didn’t do anything else?”

“No.” Reid said, shaking his head, then sighed. “Not… not yet.”

“… Reid?”

“He will. It’s only a matter of time before he… takes what he wants.” His lip began to tremble. Morgan sighed and pulled Reid into his chest, holding his friend close.

“We won’t let him. Don’t go up to him anymore. I want you to stay down here with us, Reid.”

“If I don’t go to him… he’ll kill you.” Reid gasped.

“Reid. We won’t let him hurt you like this!”

“I won’t let him kill YOU!” Reid cried, pulling away from Morgan. “Please. Get some dry clothes on and get back in bed. I want to be alone.”

“Reid…”

“Morgan, PLEASE.” Reid said, firmly. The man sighed.

“Okay.” And he slowly backed out, changed clothes, and left Reid alone.

“Did he say anything?” Hotch demanded immediately.

“Hotch… I can’t betray his trust like that.” Morgan said.

“Morgan. As his supervisor, I need to know what happened to my Agent.”

“… He wasn’t raped, Hotch. That’s all I’ll tell you.” Morgan said. Hotch stared at him, then sighed.

“… Alright.” He said, nodding. “I think I can live with that for now.”

“Good.” Morgan said, firmly. “Don’t try to force it out of him Hotch. It’ll only make him hate you for it.” And he fixed a meaningful glare on the man.

“Reid trusts me more than you did, Morgan.” Hotch said.

“… Yeah. I guess he does.” Morgan admitted, sitting down on his bed. “But I don’t trust Reid to know what’s best for him.”

“Believe me…” Rossi snorted, coughing. “We all feel that way. He’s a trouble magnet.”

“… How long have we been here?” Emily mused. “Thanksgiving is just around the corner.”

“You’ve been here for three days.” Reid said emerging from the bathroom, tying the drawstring on the pants. “I’ve been here for two.” He looked up at them. “Thanksgiving is in another two days.”

“Reid.” Hotch said, watching the young man. Reid moved over to the wall, picking up a bottle of gatorade and opening it, gulping some down. He turned and looked at the others.

“Anyone want some?”

“… I’ll take one.” Emily said. Reid tossed her one.

“Anyone else?” He asked.

“Reid. Sit down.”

“Hotch.” Reid responded, turning and looking at the man. “I don’t want to talk about it, okay? Yeah. I’m hurt. He hit me. He kicked me. He threw me down the stairs. I’ll live. Just some bruises.” He sat down on the empty bed across from Hotch and stared the man in the eyes. “I’ll live. But I don’t want to talk about it. If I do, I’ll puke again.”

“Reid…” Hotch said, reaching out and gripping the boy’s shoulder.

“Please, Hotch. Not right now.” Reid said, softly. “… Please.” Hotch closed his eyes and sighed.

“Alright, Reid…”

“… Thank you. I… I just want to rest…” Reid mumbled slowly lying down. Morgan was right there, covering him with the blankets. “You guys should get some sleep, too… you’re sick.”

“We’re fine, kid.” Morgan said.

“… No you’re not. You’re shaking.”

“… Damn.” Emily chuckled. “He’s good.”

“Everyone get in bed.” Hotch ordered. “He won’t rest until we do.”

“Damn right.” Reid muttered.
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