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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 5

The first sign that Reid was beginning to wake was the soft sigh and twitch of his fingers. Hotch’s eyes immediately opened and he looked down at his lover’s face, cheek resting on his chest. He smiled slightly. Reid’s color was much better and he didn’t seem as gaunt. He had been sleeping for just over eighteen hours straight, and the doctor was considering putting in a urinary catheter if he didn’t wake soon…

A few minutes later, there was another sigh, this one accompanied by a tiny whimper. Hotch vaguely registered all of the movement around the room as the team plus two began to register the sounds coming from Reid. One by one, they slowly approached.

Hotch adjusted Reid in his arms and caressed his bruised cheek.

“Spencer?” He called, gently. He was rewarded with a slight frown and moan and head turning into the touch of his hand. Lips parted and moved as if the doctor were trying to speak. “Come on, Spencer… wake up…” It was several long seconds before the youth squirmed with a frustrated whine, but then he stiffened and hissed, face contorted in pain. And finally, his eyes fluttered open. The team leaned in, eager to see their youngest colleague awake. Reid’s eyes widened and darted around and he shrank back, until he realized that he was pressing himself back into another warm body. He gasped and jerked away.

“Give him room.” Scully ordered, and began ushering the other agents back from the bed as Reid’s breathing took on a panicked pace. He rolled away from Hotch and curled up. Hotch frowned, but didn’t pursue him.

“Reid?” He called.

“… A-Aaron?” Reid whimpered, slowly lifting his head and looking around. Recognition filled his eyes and he began to calm down. He tensed briefly at a hand on his back, but relaxed when it began to rub soothing circles. He slowly scooted back and curled up to Hotch’s body, eyes staring off into space. Then he waited… waited for someone to say something… but no one did. No one could bring themselves to break the silence… no one could allow themselves to be the one to ask Reid to relive the nightmare…

It was nearly ten minutes of silence before Reid couldn’t take it anymore…

“You did everything you could.” He said, softly. “Don’t blame yourselves for this… it’s not your fault. Any of you.” They all stared at him. “It’s mine.”

THAT brought an explosion of denials from everyone in the room. Reid jumped, startled.

“I never should have run ahead and left you behind! I never should have let us get separated!” Mulder said, vehemently.

“I shouldn’t have paired us up like that.” Hotch was saying. “We should have been in groups of three or four.”

“We should have had a chopper ready, just in case!” Rossi was snarling angrily.

“We should have had snipers in place!” Morgan cried. “God, we were so STUPID!!!”

“We should have run into that park after you the moment you said that you thought Mulder was with you! We shouldn’t have just… STOOD THERE!!!” JJ was crying.

“We should have been better equipped. Had more man power, had equipment to capture this thing… SOMETHING!!!” Prentiss ranted.

Garcia was in tears, stroking Reid’s hair and kissing his face and telling him over and over again that it was in no way his fault, she should have been there to protect her babies and she hates it when she finds out something’s happened to someone but something like this was just too much and she never should have allowed them to take this case (as if she had a say in it) and Oh God, can he EVER forgive her for not being there when he needed, and from there on out Reid couldn’t understand a damn word she was saying.

The only silent person was Dana Scully. And it was her silence in all the noise that drew Reid’s attention to focus on her. They stared at each other and then she approached, reaching out and taking Reid’s hand. The others grew silent.

“… Are you ready to tell us what happened?” She asked softly. Reid averted his eyes and sighed.

“I… I really don’t remember much of it…” He mumbled.

“But… what you do remember?”

Reid looked at her, then looked around at the others.

“Do you want them to leave?” She asked.

“… We all know what will happen if I go into it… the… the reaction… I don’t know if I can stop it…” He mumbled, not meeting anyone’s gaze.

“… What reaction?” Garcia asked. The room was silent. Finally, Hotch sighed.

“When the victims told the story, the further into it… and the more detailed they got… they began to detach and grew aroused.” He said.

“… Oh…” Garcia mumbled.

“… Who are you comfortable with staying?” Scully asked Reid.

“… Aaron…” Reid said, softly. “And… you and Mulder, I guess… and… Morgan?” He offered. Everyone looked at him. “… M-Maybe Rossi?”

“It’s okay, kid.” Rossi said, smiling and laying a hand on Reid’s ankle from where he stood at the foot of the bed. “You can have as many or as few as you want. We won’t take it personally.”

“… Hotch, Morgan, and Mulder and Scully…” Reid said softly. And silently, the others slipped out.

“… Why would he be okay with Mulder and Scully over us?” JJ asked.

“Maybe because they don’t see him regularly like we do.” Emily said. “And it also may not be because he’s COMFORTABLE with them… but because of what our UnSub is and what they work with, maybe he felt that they should stay and hear what he has to say.”

“I think that’s probably the reason.” Rossi said.

“Okay…” Garcia said. “I can understand Hotch… But why Morgan?”

“Morgan is Reid’s best friend.” Rossi said. “And in many ways, his confidant. And it may also be because Morgan was present when we found Reid on Arturo Coronado’s yacht. If Reid becomes sexually aroused, it won’t be the first time Morgan has seen him in that state. But more than anything… he trusts Morgan with anything and everything, including his life and dignity.” And the girls all nodded. The four slowly sat down to wait…

Reid took a deep breath, staring down at his pale fingers clutched in Morgan’s dark hand and feeling Hotch’s hand running up and down his spine.

“Take your time…” Scully said, gently. Reid nodded.

“… He didn’t head straight southeast…” Reid said softly. Mulder frowned.

“Which way did he go?”

“… Up.” Reid whispered. “At an angle… southeast and upwards… And eventually his flight path was vertical… He… stripped me naked, and I could see the land below us… and the sea… And then we went through a cloud. God, it was so cold. I… I stopped fighting, then. My ears popped. Then, he held me against his chest… I was freezing… And the higher we got, the colder I got. I grew weak… and confused. I could feel the air thinning. I closed my eyes and… I could hear him… purring. I got sleepy. Lightheaded. And then, we were falling. His wings wrapped around me… They made me warm. But… it wasn’t just temperature… I was… aroused. I felt his tail on my leg, And his hand on my… backside and his other hand in my hair and… and then his kissed me.” Reid winced. “He… Had a long forked tongue… I couldn’t move… I couldn’t make a sound. All I remember was… climaxing.” He refused to meet anyone’s gaze at that, his face flushed in humiliation. “And then I think I passed out.”

Morgan frowned when he felt Reid’s hand begin to shake. “When I woke up, I was in this… nest of sorts… it was like a tunnel of black silk threads. Like a Tunnel-Weaving spider, y’know? And he was there, watching a helicopter.” He blinked and looked up and Morgan’s soft curse. “I knew it was you…” Reid said softly, squeezing Morgan’s hand. The man looked at the youth, who was still keeping his eyes averted. “I tried to run, but he cornered me. I… I remember I said… I said ‘God… please no’ and he got angry with me… He told me not to say His name. So… I commanded him to release me.” Reid said, and snorted, flashing a humorless smile. “In the name of God.” He shook his head. “Maybe if I were a man of faith, it would have worked.

“Anyway, he hit me. Hard. Probably gave me a concussion. But… he put me on my hands and knees and… He ran a finger down my spine…” Reid stopped and Morgan, Mulder and Scully watched him as his eyes moved in and out of focus for a moment. “And… I started to… It made me feel good… He touched me all over… wherever he touched me, my skin started to burn…” He squirmed, his breathing beginning to pick up. But he frowned and shook his head slightly trying to concentrate.

“I… I got an erection… And then he told me that I wouldn’t remember any of it. But… I do…” Reid writhed under the sheets, rolling onto his back, eyes closed. He winced and shoved the little clip off of his finger that was monitoring his heart rate, irritated at the sound of his pulse speeding up. Hotch frowned, staring down into Reid’s glazed eyes as his face grew flushed.

“I got… light headed.” Reid gasped, his trembling spreading to the rest of his body. He could already feel the heat pooling in his stomach and his manhood beginning to stir. “Oh God…”

“Then what, Dr. Reid?” Scully asked firmly, leaning over Reid’s bed and staring down into the eyes he was desperately trying to clear.

Reid whimpered, grimacing slightly. “H-Hands…” He panted, tears sparkling in his eyes. “Spreading me open… oh… oh God… Uh, something… hot and thick… like semen… m-maybe… pre-ejaculatory fluids?” He stared at her, giving her an unsure look. “It was… b-between my… GOD!!!” He threw his head back, unconsciously spreading his legs and rocking his hips a bit.

“Spencer…” Hotch called, taking the boy’s face in his hands and staring him in the eye. “Look at me… come on now… focus.” Reid fought to do that, gazing up into the hard stare.

“Uhnnn… Then…” He closed his eyes and his face contorted, tears running down his cheeks as he cried. “Then he was inside of me! And he was hard and long and… too long… too deep… and he was big and thick and it hurt so bad!!!” Reid broke into sobs. “And I was screaming and he was moaning and I was bleeding and he just kept going and going and hurting me but it felt so GOOD and I climaxed again but it didn’t end!” Reid thrashed, bucking his hips as he panted in his need.

The agents around him moved; Morgan and Mulder each took one of Reid’s arms and pinned them down to the bed by his sides. Hotch had climbed onto the bed and sat astride Reid’s thighs, hands holding his hips as still as he could, trying to ignore the impressive erection that was tenting the sheets. To spare Reid more embarrassment, he tossed his coat over the boy’s groin, the bundled up garment doing a good job of hiding his subordinate’s arousal.

“Keep going, Dr. Reid…” Scully called, laying a cool hand on his hot, sweaty face.

“I can’t… I can’t…” Reid cried piteously, rolling his head from side to side.

“Come on, Spencer…” Hotch said gently. “You can do this. I know you can…” Reid whimpered, but nodded.

“The… the arousal… it didn’t end when I… orgasmed… it was still there… I could feel it growing, but… I felt it draining away almost as fast as it filled me. I… I think he was feeding at that time…” Reid gasped, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “It… it felt so good… but it hurt all the same… it burned. And then I felt him… ejaculate into me… and that burned even more… and I fell onto the ground and he was touching me… I was so tired. I couldn’t move, but my body moved anyway. I tried to stop it but I couldn’t control my own body! And… and I was between his legs and… He still had an erection and it was covered in his semen and my…” Reid broke off, now looking ill. “My blood… and he…” He stopped again, retching and gagging.

“And he what?” Scully asked as a wave of fresh tears sprang forth from the youth’s haunted eyes.

“He… He made me… lick him clean…” Reid managed to get out, before retching again. This time, bile trickled from the corner of his mouth. Scully grabbed a tissue and gently wiped it away and offered Reid some water. He was only able to sip a little bit before his panting forced him to stop. “He… made me… take him in my mouth and he put his tail inside of me until he… ejaculated again, in my mouth and then he put me on my back and he entered me again and I screamed and I climaxed again and then he spoke to me and… nnh… He said ‘Give in… it will be easier for you if you are not awake for the next few hours while I take what I need… just close your eyes now… I will help you…’ And he touched my face and I closed my eyes and…” Reid blinked, looking confused. “And then… he… uhhhnnn…” The agents watched his eyes roll back into his head as he bucked his hips and groaned loudly.

“Dr. Reid?” Scully called. This time, there was no response. “Dr. Reid?!” Morgan and Mulder met nervous looks when Reid thrashed and let out a heated cry.

“Please…” Reid begged, writhing. “Please… please… please… please pleasepleasepleaseplease—GOD!!!” He sobbed. “AHHNNG!!!”

“Hotch! Do somethin’, man!” Morgan shouted, and Hotch leaned forward, bringing his hand across Reid’s face in a sharp slap.

“REID!” He barked. But Reid gave no sign that he heard.

“We should leave.” Mulder said, looking uncomfortable.

“… Go.” Hotch said with a nod, sliding off of the bed and laying a hand on Morgan’s shoulder. “All of you. I’ll handle this.” Morgan didn’t need to be told twice. He fled the room, the X Files Agents on his heels.

When they reached the waiting room, the rest of the team stood to greet them.

“Well?” Emily asked. Morgan just shook his head and wrapped his arms around Garcia.

“That son of a bitch raped him twice and forced Reid to perform fellatio on him. And that’s just what Reid remembers. There’s more. But it sounds like this bastard put him into some… trance or something. What Reid told us he did would have taken MAYBE an hour… but he had Reid for nearly five hours.”

“And judging by the condition of his body…” Scully said slowly. “I’m willing to wager that he was sexually assaulted for the entire duration of that time.” She stopped when Garcia sobbed in response, and JJ’s tears started again.

“… We need to have guards posted at his room.” Mulder said, frowning. “And we need everyone to keep an eye on him when he’s released.”

“You… you think he’ll return for him?” JJ asked, weakly.

“… Considering the state of arousal reliving it put him in… yes.” Mulder said, and this time JJ let out a soft sob.

Hotch watched as Reid threw his head back with a strangled cry, and he felt the youth’s length pulse in his hand and hot fluids trickle over his fingers. He went to the bathroom and wet a wash cloth, returning and cleaning his lover’s body before getting him situated again.

“… A‘Rnn…” the boy mumbled. Hotch looked up at him. Reid was staring at him through hooded eyes that were glazed and unfocused.

“Spencer?” He called gently, moving up to stand by Reid’s head. Reid slowly closed his eyes and sighed, exhaustion evident in his form. Hotch reached out and gently caressed the younger profiler’s face, and winced when tears fell from his eyes. “Oh Spencer, don’t…” He whispered, and Reid could hear the heartbreak in his superior’s voice. But that only made it worse.

When Rossi poked his head in to check on them, Hotch was sitting on the bed, Reid curled up in his arms crying his little heart out into the Unit Chief’s chest. The team slowly crept back in, watching the man gently rocking their youngest team member while running a hand up and down the thin back that was covered in bruises and claw marks, just like his chest.

He twitched when he felt a hand on his leg, but he recognized the comforting touch of the team’s Mother Hen, Garcia. No one spoke, they just let him get it all out. When he had quieted down to sniffles and hiccups, Hotch gently laid him down on the bed and tucked him in. Reid watched him through barely-open eyes. The man smiled up at him and ran his fingers through Reid’s hair. Reid sighed and let his eyes fall closed. He was asleep almost instantly.

“… Now what?” Emily asked, softly. Rossi sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Depends… How do you stop a diabolical entity that has taken physical form? Do you capture it? Kill it? Exorcise it? This is going to be… very different…”

“Well, whatever we think of, we need to think of it fast…” Mulder said, staring out the window. “Before he comes for Dr. Reid again…”

Morgan joined him at the window. “Son of a bitch…” The profiler breathed. “He’s here.” The rest of the group rushed to the window. On the building across the way, the great beast threw his wings open and leapt into the air, disappearing into the sky with a few powerful down sweeps of his wings.

“Storm is coming.” Scully said casually, and they watched the lightning light up the sky to the west…

Rebecca Wood tucked her long blonde hair behind her ear, inhaling deeply. Rain was coming… the smell of ozone hung thick on the air. The wind gusted and the gray sky broiled overhead. She picked up the pace. She heard a whooshing sound behind her, and brushed it off as one of the palm trees she had passed whipping about in the wind. But then she gasped as there was a harsh pressure on her shoulders and her feet left the ground. She stared downwards at the ground dropped out from under her.

“Oh!” She gasped, then looked up. And then she screamed at the sight of the creature carrying her before they ascended into the storm clouds and she couldn’t see anything at all…

The rain pounded on Reid’s hospital room window all night long, but the boy wasn’t disturbed. He was too tired. But Mulder watched the storm from the window of his hotel room as he tried to take the storm outside as inspiration for his own brainstorming of how to stop this beast from taking more victims, unaware that another had already been taken. Unaware that this one would be different…

This one had a medical condition…

This time, when he landed on the beach, the body he laid to rest in the sand was beyond exhaustion…

This time, the naked body found on the beach wasn’t breathing…

Mulder, Scully, Rossi and Prentiss stared down at the young blonde, her body spattered with sand that had been tossed upon her by the rain that still fell.

This time, there was no blood on her; the rain had washed it away.

This time, the prints in the sand were much more detailed and defined. Morgan oversaw CSI making a plaster cast of the print while filling Hotch in at the hospital; the Unit Chief hadn’t wanted to leave Reid’s bedside, and the team talked him into staying there, pointing out that Reid was supposed to be kept under guard. Garcia was already tap tap tapping away on her laptop in the corner of Reid’s room, working on… well… anything to feel useful, though everyone knew that her skills as a Technical Analyst were going to be far from helpful on bringing this serial rapist in… If he COULD be brought in…

When Reid woke, Hotch knew he had to break the news…

“Spencer…”

“Mm?” Reid sighed, blinking up at him.

“… They found another one on the beach this morning.” He said. Reid blinked, then paled and turned away. But he looked back a moment later, frowning when Hotch said, “This one was different.” Reid cocked his head inquisitively. “… This one didn’t survive.” Hotch said quietly. The tapping in the corner grew silent as Garcia held her breath, waiting for Reid’s reaction. The boy drew in a deep breath, then let it out, a pained look on his face. Hotch laid a gentle hand on Reid’s chest, and the boy covered it with one of his own.

Neither one of them spoke.
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