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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 5

Hotch was woken by a tugging on his ear. He slowly opened an eye. Reid’s ears perked and his tail wagged, and he took Hotch’s ear into his teeth and tugged again, a hopeful, but apprehensive, look in his eye. Hotch paused then lunged and snapped at the pup. Reid leapt back with a “YIPE!” and toppled over. He rolled onto his back, ears back and tail tucked. Hotch stood over him, back straight, ears forward and tail up. He stared down at the pup, who whined and craned his head up, licking at the black wolf’s chin submissively. Hotch’s tail wagged, and Reid’s tail fluttered tentatively.

“Hnh. You’re such a pup.” Hotch snorted, lowering his head and nuzzling Reid. Then he paused when he heard a gurgle. “… Hungry, are we?” He chuckled, and Reid looked appropriately embarrassed as he shrugged a shoulder. “Well then. Let’s hunt.” Hotch announced and stepped back. Reid flipped over and was on his feet in an instant.

“Hunt? Seriously?”

“I told you. I’m teaching you to be a wolf.” Hotch said, trotting into the brush. Reid flicked an ear, and loped after him.

“So… what do we do?”

“We find our prey.” Hotch said.

“… Please tell me it’s a hamburger?” Reid whined plaintively, and Hotch chuckled.

“Nose to the ground, Spencer. Smell it out.” He said. Reid sighed, and lowered his head.

“What do you smell?”

“I smell… grass… earth… You…”

“Anything else?”

“… Poop.”

“Nice.” Hotch snorted. “What KIND of poop?”

“… I dunno. Just poop.”

“Let me take a whiff.” Hotch said, sniffing the area Reid was sniffing. “… Raccoon.”

“… You can tell?”

“Yes.” Hotch said, flicking an ear. “What do you hear?”

“… Um… The wind… the leaves… some birds.” Reid listed. He cocked his head. “A squirrel.”

“Anything else?”

“No…”

“Turn your ears around. Listen in every direction.” Hotch instructed, sitting. Reid blinked and glanced at his boss’ ears. Hotch immediately flattened them back to his skull. “Don’t use me as a reference, pup.” Hotch said sternly. “You do this on your own.”

Reid huffed, but nodded and began turning his ears this way and that. And then he paused, and turned his head.

“… Something’s moving in the brush over there.”

“Good.” Hotch said. “Which way is the wind blowing?”

“… South.”

“Right. So… we move this way a bit… SILENTLY…” And he began to pad across the forest floor. Reid followed, taking care to be quiet. “Now… We’re downwind. Smell.” And Hotch lifted his head and sniffed the air. Reid blinked, and did the same, his sensitive nose quivering. Hotch lowered his head and sat down long before Reid did. Finally, Reid turned and looked at Hotch.

“Well?” Hotch asked.

“What is it?” Reid asked.

“You don’t know?”

“Nuh-uh.” Reid admitted, shaking his head.

“That is a fox.” Hotch said. “Smell it again, and put that eidetic memory to work.”

“I don’t know if it works on scents, Hotch.”

“Well, humor me.” Hotch snorted. Reid nodded and sniffed again.

“Common Gray Fox.” He murmured.

“Yes.” Hotch nodded in confirmation.

“There’s something else there.”

“Oh?” Hotch asked, and sniffed. “Ah. Yes. Something further up wind.”

Reid sniffed again, and then smiled. “I know that one!”

“Oh?” Hotch asked with a smile in return.

“That’s an Eastern Gray Squirrel.”

“Correct.” Hotch nodded, and Reid wagged his tail. “Our vulpine friend is probably hunting it. So let’s not disturb him.” And he turned and trotted away. “Every time you smell, see or hear something, tell me.”

“Okay.” Reid nodded, trotting along by his side. Every now and then, Reid would announce “Squirrel!” or “what’s that smell?” And Hotch would answer. “Deer. Toad. Raccoon.” And then once both of them blurted out aloud, “SKUNK!!!” And they ran, Reid giggling the whole way.

The rabbit that they had chased that morning had been lucky… the second rabbit that crossed their path that day was not…

It was the rustling of grass that first alerted it to the presence of danger… It sat up, ears perked as it munched away on its lunch. Then, there was the soft snap of a twig. It sat up on its haunches, eyes wide, ears erect and nose quivering. Fear coursed through it. And then it whirled. Its eyes widened as it stared into two pairs of eyes in the brush. And the rabbit knew that its time had come… but still, instinct drove it to run. Two wolves burst out of the brush at its heels.

“Use your speed, Spencer!” Hotch barked, knowing that with the rabbit’s head start, he himself had no chance to catch it. But on his command, Reid surged forward, quickly outdistancing his partner. Hotch watched the rabbit dart and weave, and Reid followed, making quick turns that Hotch never could have. Hotch let his tongue roll of out his mouth in pleasure; he was right. Reid was fast AND agile.

He lost sight of the pup , but moments later, he heard the squeal of anguish from the rabbit, the first, and last time, it had ever raised its voice… And then he came upon Reid. The rabbit was at his feet, dead.

“Great job!!!” Hotch congratulated. “You got it on your first try!!!”

“… I… I killed it.” Reid gasped. Hotch turned and looked at him. Reid’s eyes were wide in horror, and he was trembling. “It screamed… and… I killed it…”

“Yes…” Hotch said, slowly. “It’s our nature. We are wolves. We hunt and kill. And then we eat.”

“Eat?”

“You were hungry.”

“You… want me to eat it?!” Reid cried.

“Of course. That’s why we hunted it.”

“No.” Reid gasped, shaking his head, and he began to change. Hotch approached him carefully, and a moment later, Reid was sitting there on all fours, very naked and human. There was blood on his lips. Slowly, he lifted a hand to his mouth and lowered it. He stared at the blood, and then turned green.

“… Oh God.”

Hotch winced as Reid scrambled into the bushes and threw up.

A moment later, the man had changed and was kneeling beside Reid, and placing an arm around him. Reid curled into his chest and cried.

“I’m sorry.” Hotch murmured, stroking the boy’s ruffled hair. “I had… no idea you would react this poorly to…”

“I killed it!” Hotch winced at the self-loathing he heard in the boy’s cried. “It was just an innocent defenseless rabbit and I killed it!!! Garcia’s going to HATE me!!!” Hotch rolled his eyes.

“Garcia will never know.” He sighed.

“That’s not the POINT!!!”

“Spencer… look at me.” Hotch said, and Reid slowly obeyed. “I’m sorry. I never meant to upset you.”

“I wanna go home.” Reid gasped. Hotch nodded.

“Okay.” He relented. “We’ll go home.”

“What about the rabbit?” Reid asked in a small voice.

“… That’s up to you.”

“Can I bury it?”

“If you like.”

“But… something else will just dig it up and eat it later, won’t they?”

“More than likely.” Hotch confirmed.

“I don’t want to just leave it there… it’s such a… waste.”

“Well…” Hotch said slowly. “We could always take it back with us. We can put it to use. I can use it to show you how to clean and cook your kill… that way it won’t be wasted. Or, we can bury it at the house.”

“Do… Do I have to decide now?”

“No. Of course not.” Hotch said gently.

“… Okay.” Reid whispered, and slowly made the change again. Hotch followed suit, and picked up the rabbit in his mouth and began to lead the way home, Reid trailing silently behind.

It was late afternoon when they arrived back, around five pm. The sun was getting low. When they approached the back door, Reid said, “we can cook the rabbit… but… I don’t want to watch you… well… do what you need to do.”

“Okay.” Hotch nodded as they slipped inside. “Go shower.”

“Are… are you… mad at me?” Reid asked, slowly changing back to his human self. A moment later, Hotch was laying the dead rabbit on the counter and enveloping Reid in his arms.

“I’m… disappointed…” Hotch said slowly, and Reid drooped. “Not with you, just… I’m disappointed that… the day ended on such a low note. I’m sorry. I wanted to teach you these things… to find joy in them… I… I never predicted that… you would…” He sighed and shook his head. “I’m not upset with you, Spencer. I think I just… underestimated just how different you would be, being raised as a human… the instincts are there, but they were never reinforced by the proper teaching that pups get. And I… didn’t understand. That was my fault. And I’m sorry. I never wanted to upset you.”

“It’s not your fault.” Reid sniffled. “I’m just… not a good wolf…”

“You’re a beautiful wolf.” Hotch assured him. “But your heart is more… human than it is wolf.” He smiled down at Reid. “And you know what?”

“what?”

“That’s okay.” Hotch told him, then kissed his forehead. “You need to find your OWN balance between the man and the beast. Just like we all do. You’re just… doing it later, and the man will probably have more influence than the beast. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Do you understand me? Nothing!”

Reid nodded and gave the man a weak, watery smile.

“Don’t cry.” Hotch soothed. “Now go on. Shower. Relax. And dinner will be ready in a few hours.”

“Hours?” Reid nearly whined.

“We’ll have a snack.” Hotch chuckled. “I know you’re hungry. Now go on.”

Reid nodded and slipped from the room, Hotch watching him go. Then he sighed and turned back to the dead rabbit, then shook his head and pulled a knife from the drawer and began to skin and butcher the thing.

Reid took a long, hot shower, his mind spinning with everything that had happened through the day. And he found himself smiling. That one horrible incident had not ruined the day… Not by a long shot. Today, he had gone running with another wolf. And he had never felt such joy. He had never felt so… free. And he found that he couldn’t wait to do it again. And then he started thinking of their conversation in the kitchen. Hotch had been so… kind to him. So supportive. And then Reid focused on how it felt to be held by the man. And then he turned red. They had both been… well… naked. And he closed his eyes and shivered, wriggling in delight as he remembered the feeling.

He bathed himself head to toe as he thought about this… about the feeling of his nude form being held close to the other man’s… their skin to skin contact… the feeling of the strength in the other man’s body… his scent thick in his nostrils… he smelled of the woods, of sweat, of man and wolf, and… he smelled… musky… heady… earthy… He was… intoxicating. And then Reid thought back to last night… to the kiss…

He moaned, and his soapy hand slid down his body to slowly rub and caress his manhood between his legs… A soft whine rose from his lips as he braced a hand against the wall, locking his elbow as he leaned on the pillar that his arm had become. His other hand continued to work between his legs, stroking, squeezing and massaging… His mind made him remember the minutes they had spent standing in front of the mirror that morning, with Hotch telling him that he wasn’t weak… that he was swift and strong and… beautiful… Reid moaned again, head rolling forward as his breath began to come in soft pants. Pleasure sang in his veins, rushing through him with his blood.

Outside of the bathroom, Hotch paused on his way to his room to take a shower himself. But his keen ears picked up on the soft moans coming through the door. Slowly, he approached it. He turned the knob and pushed it open ever so slightly. Steam rushed out, and with it, the smell of shampoo, soap, and Reid… Hotch’s nostril’s flared and his brown eyes turned golden as he inhaled the heavy scent of the boy’s lust.

Silently, Hotch closed the door and headed to his room for his own hot shower, feeling his genitals swelling in his own lust…

Half an hour later found both men sated, in their pajamas and sitting on the sofa, watching, of all things, a documentary on wolves. It was a slightly awkward silence, and soon, neither were able to keep it any longer.

“I’m sorry if I—“

“Look, I think we need to talk about—“

Both stopped and stared at each other. Reid flushed and lowered his gaze first.

“Spencer.” Hotch said gently. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“… Don’t lie. I’m a lousy werewolf.” Reid grumbled. Hotch just chuckled.

“No. You’re just different.”

“Yeah. Great.”

“Spencer?”

“Hm?”

“I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

“… Really?” Reid asked, looking up hopefully.

“Really.”

“You’re… not just saying that?”

“Do you think I am?” Hotch murmured, leaning in close. Reid’s eyes widened and his heart fluttered… and then lips met.

“Mmhh…” Reid sighed, his eyes quickly sliding closed as he tilted his head and leaned in closer.

Then, the timer went off in the kitchen.

Hotch nearly groaned out loud. “I’m sorry…” He whispered. “That would be our snack.” Reid opened his eyes and looked the man in the eye, then smiled. On cue, his stomach gurgled. Reid flushed and Hotch grinned. “Come on.” He said, and the pair headed into the kitchen in their pajamas. Reid peeked into the pot on the stove, while Hotch opened the oven. Reid perked and turned at the smell, and then smiled.

“Did you REALLY,” he said, laughter in his tone, “make us Pizza Rolls?”

“I like Pizza Rolls.” Hotch said, petulantly. He gave Reid a look, but Reid was just grinning at him. And a moment later, Hotch grinned back. He got the pizza rolls onto a plate, while Reid squirted some ranch into a little bowl, and then the pair collapsed onto the sofa to continue to watch TV. The awkwardness was gone, and a companionable silence followed, the pair eating pizza rolls side by side… within fifteen minutes, Hotch had draped an arm around Reid, and Reid was leaning against his chest. As the credits rolled for the documentary, Hotch sighed.

“I think… that you may have taught just… what my type is…” He murmured. Reid blinked, and then his mind flashed back to their conversation the night before. “You may like tall, dark and handsome…” Hotch continued with a smile. “But I think that I like, fast, agile and elegant…” Reid blinked up at him. “With… beautiful brown eyes and a sweet smile… smelling like…” Hotch buried his nose into Reid’s hair. “Sweet cream, coffee and…” He took another whiff, “Axe Shampoo?” Reid giggled a bit. Hotch leaned in closer and kissed him, then pulled back thoughtfully. “And tasting of… ranch and pizza rolls…” Reid laughed at that, and squealed when Hotch moved to lay the boy back onto the sofa, and hovered over him. Reid stared up at him, and Hotch stared back. “I… I think that I… I love you…”

“Only think?” Reid asked coyly. “I know I love you too…” and he kissed the elder. Hotch smiled, accepting the kiss. “I’ve loved you since the beginning.”

“since the… what? When!?”

“When you… drove me home that first night… When you called me ‘pup’ that first time…”

Hotch stared at Reid for a long time in dismay. “That long?”

“Yes.”

“… I’m so sorry…”

“For what?”

“… I’m sorry I never saw it.”

“I never showed it.”

“I still should have seen it on you… smelled it on you.”

“I… I’m good at hiding my feeling and desires.”

“Yes. You are.” Hotch breathed, and captured the young wolf’s lips again. Reid moaned and arched into him, curling his arms around the man’s neck. They remained like that for much longer than either of them knew, and they only parted when the timer went off again.

“… Damn cooking at the need to eat.” Reid huffed, and Hotch chuckled.

“Come on… I made a stew out of that rabbit you caught.” And he grinned. “Enjoy the fruits of your labors. And be proud of it.”

Reid looked a bit upset for a moment at the mention of the rabbit, but then he bravely swallowed that down, put on a smile and allowed the man to lead him into the kitchen.
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