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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 6

For many across the nation, Sunday was a day of rest. And so it was for two werewolves by the names of Aaron Hotchner and Spencer Reid. But not because some religion proclaimed it so… it was because poor Reid, who had NEVER spend a day out running in the woods before in his LIFE, was so sore that he could hardly get out of bed!!!

Hotch had been woken that morning by a painful groan of “Oh my God…” In the hall, followed by the sound of a very odd, heavy gait. Standing from his bed, Hotch emerged into the hall to see Spencer Reid hobbling towards the bathroom, pain obvious in his every move.

“You okay?” He asked, grinning.

“… Ow.”

“Need some help?”

“… I’ll be okay. At least I only have to pee.   I don’t think I’d be able to sit down and then get back up again…” Reid whimpered, and Hotch laughed.

“Come out of the living room when you’re done.” He said. “I’ll make breakfast.” And he gave Reid a careful pat on the back, and then trotted off to make something for the two of them to eat. Reid stumbled into the bathroom, wincing and cringing with every step, and whimpered when he had to lean over to lift up the toilet lid.

“Ahhhh…” He sighed in relief, then squeaked and jumped at the laugh outside of the bathroom. “DAMMIT HOTCH!!! You made me MISS!!!”

“I did NOT need to know that!” Hotch cried between laughs. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“PRIVACY PLEASE!!!”

“I wanted to know if you wanted bacon or sausage!”

“Since you made me miss, I want steak!”

“… seriously?”

“Yes.” Reid snapped. “I am NOT cleaning this up either! I HURT!!!”

“Don’t worry about it Spencer, I’m sorry…”

“Well… I don’t want YOU to clean it up EITHER!!!” Reid shrieked, now bright red in horror at the thought of Hotch cleaning up his… mess.

“Spencer… calm down, I’m sorry. I’ll go grill you a steak.”

“… really?” Reid asked.

“Really.” Hotch assured him. A moment later, the toilet flushed, and the door cracked open.

“… Why?” Reid asked.

“Because I’m sorry that I intruded on your privacy, startled you, and embarrassed you. And because I love you.” Reid flushed a deep crimson at that, and Hotch leaned over and gave him a gentle peck on the lips. “Wash your hands and come to the kitchen. I’ve already got coffee brewing and some pills for your soreness.”

“… Thanks Hotch.” Reid said softly.

“Aaron.” Hotch corrected, and with a smile at the sparkle in Reid’s eye, he returned to the kitchen. And when Reid shuffled in, he was already holding up some pills and a glass of orange juice. Reid accepted them and took the pills with the juice, then sighed in contentment as he sipped the coffee Hotch had prepared for him… just the way he liked it.

“It’s perfect…” Reid hummed.

“Go relax on the sofa.” Hotch said, handing Reid a glass of water. “I want you to drink this.”

“Okay… why?”

“After we eat, I’m going to give you a massage to help with the aches and pains, and you’ll need to—“

“Hydrate. Gotcha.” Reid nodded.

“… Well?” Hotch asked after Reid didn’t leave.

“I feel bad lazing away on the sofa while you’re cooking!”

“You’re hurting, Spencer!” Hotch laughed. “I’m fine. Now go!”

“But—“

“GO, pup!” and Hotch smiled as Reid deflated and scuttled away. Hotch chuckled and shook his head, then took a couple of steaks out to the grill. When they were finished, he fried up some eggs real quick and headed into the living room. Reid was lounging on the sofa, watching the old “Dracula” movie starring Bela Lugosi.   “Better than The Wolfman,” Hotch smiled and sat down beside him, as Reid winced and groaned, struggling to right himself.

“Here.” Hotch chuckled, setting the plates down and sitting on the edge of the sofa beside Reid, forcing him to lie back. He leaned over and gently kissed him. “Today, I’m taking care of you.” Reid flushed, watching as Hotch cut the steak and held the first piece up to Reid’s lips. Reid giggled a bit and leaned forward, accepting the offered morsel. And then he flopped back and closed his eyes with a groan of appreciation. Hotch’s eyes widened and the man even flushed a bit… Reid looked like he was coming down from an orgasm, for God’s sake.

“Good?” He forced himself to ask. Reid nodded, chewing slowly and savoring the taste. Hotch smiled and took the change to pop a piece of steak into his own mouth. The pair enjoyed their breakfast with minimal talking. Neither felt the need to speak… everything just felt right. When they were finished, Hotch insisted on giving Reid a massage. He led Reid to his own bedroom, and Reid flushed when he was told to lie face down on Hotch’s bed. But he did as he was told. Hotch watched as the boy lay down, then closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath through is nose, inhaling the powerful scent of the alpha wolf that had permeated the blankets…

Reid let his lungs empty with a moan, and to his horror, he suddenly realized that he was getting hard, simply from the scent. And then came the hands. Powerful hands began at his feet, rubbing and massaging the aches and pains away. They moved up his calve and Reid groaned at how good it felt, despite the pain. The hands had been slickened with lotion and slid smoothly over his skin, making him wriggle in delight.

“That feels good…” He sighed.

“Good.” Hotch smiled. “As long as you’re feeling better and moving better… tomorrow, we’re going to go back into the woods. We’re going to work on tracking by scent, and how to move silently and without being detected.”

“Good luck with that.” Reid snorted, smiling slightly. “I’m a lost cause.”

“You’re not a lost cause.” Hotch said calmly, shaking his head and moving up to rub the pup’s thighs. Reid winced and groaned, and Hotch was a bit more gentle on the muscles that were apparently more sore than the others.

“Perhaps you have forgotten how clumsy I am?”

“You’d be surprised.” Hotch smiled, grinning as he took in the sight of Reid blushing as his hands moved to knead his buttocks… After a few minutes, he lowered his hands to the boy’s thighs again and moved up and down his legs. It was nearly half an hour before Hotch finally moved his attentions further up to Reid’s back, shoulders and arms. He smiled as Reid nuzzled his hand every time it came within nuzzling reach.

“Okay… roll over…” Hotch murmured. Reid groaned, but did as he was told, glad that he had managed to focus his erection away over the past hour... He relaxed back into the pillows and sighed as Hotch began to massage his pectorals and then moved down to his abdominal and oblique muscles… he tended to Reid arms and legs, and then was all the way down to the feet again… And then, there was a knock on the door.

Reid whined, and Hotch chuckled. “Take a nap, Spencer.” He said gently, leaning over and kissing Reid’s forehead, then slipped from the room.

Reid awoke once more to the delicious smells… He opened his eyes and inhaled deeply… he smelled beef…

“Oh good, you’re awake.” He looked at Hotch, who was offered him a hand. Reid accepted the hand and Hotch helped him to his feet. “How do you feel now?”

“Better.” Reid nodded, and then smiled and accepted the glass of water that Hotch offered him. Reid began to drink it.

“Lunch is ready.” Hotch said.

“Kind of late for lunch, isn’t it?”

“We’ll have a late dinner.” Hotch shrugged, and Reid followed him out to the kitchen.

“Wow… Hotch, this looks great!” Reid exclaimed, staring at the hot roast beef sandwiches with sautéed onions and bell peppers and melted provolone cheese.

“Thanks.” Hotch smiled, setting the plates down at the table and bringing over some lemonade and potato chips. Reid leapt on these, tearing the bag open and seizing a large handful. Hotch was silently pleased; Reid needed to put on some healthy weight… He watched as Reid tore into the sandwich with relish, pleased at the large volume of savory roast beef. Hotch just grinned and did the same.

They enjoyed their lunch and Reid helped Hotch clean up, and then Hotch guided Reid to the living room. And there, on the coffee table, was a collection of ziplock bags with items of clothing inside of them.

“What’s this?” Reid asked.

“We’re going to do a scent exercise.” Hotch said.

“Okay.” Reid blinked, nodding and sitting down. Hotch sat down with him, and reached for a bag. “Simple enough. Smell, and tell me what it is.” Reid nodded and watched as Hotch picked up the first back and opened it, taking a whiff. Then he held it out and Reid leaned over, sniffing.

“… I smell… a cat.” Reid said, and Hotch smiled and nodded, and handed him another bag. “That’s a rabbit!” Reid announced, and Hotch nodded again. “Squirrel!” Reid chirped happily. Hotch handed him the next, and Reid sniffed, then flung the bag away. “THAT’S Morgan gym socks!!! HOTCH!!! UHHG!!!” Hotch chuckled, offering another bag. “… That’s me!”

“Yes it is.”

“I smell a lot better than Morgan.” Reid snorted, and Hotch grinned.

“I agree. How about this?”

“… that’s a… dog… Hey! That’s Clooney!”

“Right.” Hotch nodded, and handed Reid another bag.

“… Hm… I… I dunno…” Reid confessed after several sniffs. “It’s… familiar… I’ve smelled it before, but…”

Hotch leaned over and sniffed. “That,” he informed Reid, “is a deer. A buck, more specifically.”

“Oh.” Reid said, and took another whiff, committing the scent to memory. “Okay…” and he accepted the next baggy. “I remember this one… this is raccoon.”

“Correct.” Hotch said, offering him the next one. “Now… this is very important…” And Reid sniffed, feeling Hotch’s gaze burning into him. Reid frowned. He sniffed again.

“I… I don’t know.” He said, looking up at Hotch. “I mean… it’s… familiar. It…”

“Yes?”

“It makes me… uneasy. I don’t like it.” Hotch just stared at him. “… What is it?” Reid asked.

“THAT,” Hotch said, pointing at the bag, “Is a mature adult alpha male werewolf. And it is CRITICAL that you recognize that scent.”

“How?” Reid asked, but Hotch just handed him another bag. Reid accepted it nervously, but after taking a sniff, he smiled and relaxed. “That’s Henry.” He said, and Hotch smiled and nodded; he never doubted that Reid would know the scent of his beloved Godson… They went through a few more, “That’s Rossi’s dog… What is that? Duck? Hm. Okay… another rabbit.” And then they came to one that once again stumped Reid, but left him sniffing it in fascination. Hotch smirked as he watched the light blush paint Reid’s cheeks as the boy asked him what it was.

“THAT,” Hotch said, amused, “is a mature adult female werewolf… about to go into heat.” And Reid squeaked and thrust the bag away from himself as fast as he could, letting go like it was a hot potato. Hotch grinned as Reid flushed a brilliant ruby red and muttered “that was mean…”

“You need to know these scents. Here. Try this one.” Reid sighed, but accepted the bag. He sniffed. He frowned. He sniffed again.

“It reminds me of Henry… but… There’s also a hint of… well… you?”

“THAT,” Hotch said, pointing, “would be my son. That is the scent of a werewolf pup. Also a good one to know. Here.” And they moved on.

“That’s Garica… And that’s… I’m not sure…”

“That’s a snake.”

“Okay… And… this one is a rat!” He accepted the next one. “… that’s… that’s a werewolf, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Hotch nodded, patting Reid on the back in pride. “Now… what KIND of werewolf?”

Reid sniffed again. “… Male…”

“Yes.”

“… Not as… potent as the other one. And… more… musty?”

“This is an aging Beta.” Hotch explained. “You can smell his age. And the potency, as you call it, isn’t as strong. So this one is not an alpha. Here in this bag, is a Gamma…” Reid sniffed the next bag. “And this is a Delta.”

“I didn’t know there were so many.” Reid said.

“Five ranks.” Hotch stated, calmly. “Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta and Omega.”

“You’re an alpha.” Reid said, and Hotch nodded. “And me?”

“… You’re an Omega.” Hotch stated, and Reid drooped. Hotch smiled and squeezed his shoulder in a reassuring manner. “The potency of the scent, as well as the mannerism of the wolf, will tell you what they are. You already know how to do this as a profiler, and you’re damn good at it. But I’m teaching you how to discern this information by scent.” Reid nodded.

“Either way… I’m an Omega on a team full of alphas.”

“Not totally.” Hotch smiled, and Reid looked at him. “Obviously, in the team, I am alpha. Rossi, Prentiss and Morgan, are betas. They’re STRONG betas and can easily transition to being alphas. Elle and Gideon were the same. JJ is a Gamma. So was Jordan Todd. But they BOTH have moments where they’re pushing into beta, or even alpha territory. Garcia is a Delta.”

“Not an Omega?”

“No. Delta. You are Omega because the Delta can have you cowering at her wrath.” Reid groaned and Hotch chuckled. “But I’ve seen you have moments where you resemble a Beta…”

“Really?” Reid perked.

“We can all have moments where we may swing from one rank to another… but we all have our own underlying personality. And yours is Omega. Now… let me tell you how this gives you an advantage…” Reid blinked interested.

“You, as an Omega, are good at reading others. You know when to fully be the Omega, and when you can push yourself into a higher position if the situation allows for it… You do that a lot in interrogations. You can easily have an upward swing, sometimes even pushing into alpha territory, but then you easily slide back into your true place. Now… an alpha? Not many of us can successfully swing into other ranks. Many alphas refuse to. It’s certainly something that I have had to LEARN. You see, it goes against our nature, to swing BACKWARDS. We cling to our status. So… if you and I were in interrogations and a forceful alpha was needed… you could become that. But if I were in an interview where a meek Omega was needed… Do you really think I’d be able to pull that off?” Reid blinked and shook his head, a small smile on his face. Hotch smiled back.

“And that’s one of the reasons you’re such a great asset to the team. Think of it that way. Omegas can swing up, and then settle back down into their Omega status… but an alpha isn’t really able to swing down…”

“Wow… never thought of it that way.” Reid said.

“You see? Just like when we discussed our physiques yesterday… what you saw in yourself as a weakness… can actually become your strength. And it’s the same with your status as an Omega wolf.” Reid nodded his understanding.

“Now. Smell through these smaller bags and tell me what they are.” Hotch said, and Reid nodded and went through them.

“… Beta male… alpha female… Delta male?”

“Gamma.”

“Oh… Delta female.”

“Right.”

“Omega female… Gamma male…” And then he stopped at the next bag. Hotch watched. Reid inhaled deeply, and then shivered… a flush tainted his cheeks, and when Reid opened his eyes, they were dilated.

“Well?” Hotch asked, intrigued at this reaction…

“… Alpha male.” Reid whispered, and looked at Hotch. “It’s you.”

“… Is it?” Hotch blinked, taking the bag. Sure enough, it was his scent. He hadn’t known it had been in the collection. And now he was baffled… a reaction like that, he was sure it had been an omega bitch in heat…

“… Spencer?”

“Is… is it wrong that I… I’m more drawn to this one… than to that one?” And he pointed at the bag that he had flung to the floor earlier… Hotch looked down at the bag that contained the clothing of a female about to go into heat. His mind was spinning and his heart was pounding. Then he turned and looked at Reid, and his heart lurched. Reid was staring at him with his golden lupine eyes.

“… No.” Hotch murmured, then leaned in, curling a hand around the back of the younger male’s head, and kissed him. And Reid responded in earnest. He moaned and arched forwards, pressing his body against that of the elder man, opening his mouth immediately to the alpha’s questing tongue. And then he fell back onto the sofa, Hotch over him. Reid placed his hands on the man’s shoulders, and then they slid up his neck and curled around the back of his head.

He squeaked as Hotch nipped him with sharp teeth and he thrust his hips up, curling a leg around Hotch’s… But Hotch broke the kiss at that point.

“We should stop…”

“… Why?” Reid whined, and Hotch smiled, gently kissing him again.

“Because… if we don’t I’ll end up taking you to my bed.”

“What if I want you to?” Reid whispered, looking shocked at his own brazen words.

“I know you do.” Hotch smiled, and then his lip curled and his eyes darkened. “But I want you to be able to WALK in the morning!” And Reid’s eyes widened and he flushed, letting out a little squeak. Hotch chuckled.

“Come on.” He said, standing and pulling Reid to his feet. Reid stood, smiling. “Strip and change.”

“Why?”

“We’re going into the woods.”

“I thought we weren’t going running.”

“We aren’t. Trust me.”

“Okay.” Reid nodded, and did as he was told. And then he followed Hotch, who had also changed, out of the dog door, and they trotted into the woods. Reid was silent, following Hotch through the trees. And fifteen minutes later, Hotch stopped. Reid stood beside him and looked at the larger wolf. But Hotch just lay down in the grass.

“What are we doing?” Reid finally asked.

“Make yourself comfortable.” Hotch said calmly, and Reid did. Several minutes passed. Finally, Hotch spoke up. “The sun is setting.” He announced needlessly. “The woods during the day and the woods at night are VERY different. The transformation that the forest makes from day to night is much like the change we make from man to wolf. I want you to witness that change and learn it… I want to you close your eyes. As a man, you have placed most of your dependency on your vision. But your other senses are key. I want you to use your nose and your ears. And I want you to witness this change from that point of view, so to speak.”

Reid nodded.

“Go ahead. Close your eyes. Don’t speak. Don’t tell me what you sense, don’t ask questions. Just… witness.”

“Okay.” Reid said, and then shifted, making himself comfortable and closing his eyes.

The minutes ticked by… the breeze picked up, crisp and cool. Reid was grateful for his fur… His nose quivered… the dusk breeze smelled… almost mysterious. The birds began to grow quiet and the daytime insects’ humming began to fade, while the crickets began to tune their instruments for the night’s performance. Off somewhere to their left, Reid heard the chirps of frogs, obviously from a water source. And to Reid’s surprise, he tuned in on the sound of water, which he hadn’t picked up on before. He sniffed the air, as the wind was coming from that general direction, and sure enough, he could smell the water.

The sun was down now. The birds, insects and squirrels had given way to the frogs, crickets, and an owl nearby. Tiny creatures scampered over the forest floor in their quest for food, while trying to keep from being noticed by night time predators. Reid picked up a brief whiff of a fox, and his ears and nose both picked up a raccoon shuffling by.

A soft swoosh made him lift his head and open his eyes, and he watched the owl swoop by overhead. But when it was gone, he kept his eyes open. The fireflies danced overhead, lighting up the dark canopy of the forest. Hotch turned and looked at him, smiling at the look on Reid’s face. Even as a wolf, the boy had a smile of wonderment on his face and a glimmer in his eye.

“… I don’t want to leave…” Reid whispered. “I don’t want it to end.” Hotch shuffled closer and licked Reid’s cheek. Reid leaned into the attentions, letting his tongue roll out of his mouth in happiness as the alpha wolf licked over his ears lovingly, before draping his head over Reid’s neck and shoulders in a possessive manner. Reid rested his chin on his paws and closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the forest and feeling the warmth coming from the wolf beside him.

Just as he began to drift into a doze, he heard it…

Hotch grunted as Reid’s head jerked up. “Did you hear that?” He asked, and Hotch swiveled his ears around.

“Hear what?”

Then, Hotch heard it, too. A howl in the distance. Reid shot to his feet, immediately tense. Hotch stood and moved to stand beside him, pressing his shoulder against Reid’s in an attempt to comfort and reassure him through the physical contact.

“Tell me what you hear.” Hotch said calmly.

“The howling… that’s not a wolf or coyote. It… It’s one of us.” Reid gasped.

“You’re right.” Hotch nodded. “Why are you scared?”

“… Experience.” Reid said, and Hotch looked at him. “If I hear a… a werewolf… I make myself scarce.”

“Why?”

“… They’re… something for me to fear.”

“Not anymore.” Hotch said gently, and Reid looked at him. Hotch smiled. But Reid jumped again when another howl was heard. “That is Fabien Delacroix.” Hotch announced. “He works at the Embassy of France directly under the Ambassador. He is aware that Fabien and his family are loup-garoux.”

“Really?!” Reid asked, looking surprised.

“He brought Fabien and his family here to the U.S. when he came.” Hotch nodded. “Fabien and his wife, Vivienne, and their two daughters, Corette and Genevieve. Their son, Lucien, recently started at Princeton.” Hotch smiled at Reid. “We might run with them later this week.”

“Really?”

“several of us who live within what is considered Neutral Territory get together to run. It’s our nature to run in a pack. We’re not a pack, but we become one when we run on the Full Moon.”

“That’s nice.” Reid smiled, and Hotch nodded. “It is. And it’s important for those who have pups. They need to be socialized with their own kind.” Reid nodded his understanding. “Vivienne was actually one of the scents that we went over this afternoon.”

“Really?” Reid asked.

“Yes. I reached out to the wolves in the area and they put together that collection of scents for me.” Hotch said. “I told them about you and explained what I’m doing.”

“Oh…” Reid mumbled, drooping.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Spencer.” Hotch chided gently. “None of this is your fault. It’s time to learn, and I’m here to teach you. They know your situation. They know that you are learning. They are good people and they aren’t going to hurt you. But you have to come out and be one of us.” He smiled. “The life of a lone wolf is sad and lonely. And it’s time you stopped living that life.” Reid slowly sat down, unconsciously leaning against Hotch. Hotch nuzzled him.

“It’s time to be a wolf.” The man murmured, and lifted his head when he heard Fabien’s howl once more, echoed by another from the south, and then more from further east... Reid turned his head.

“Dobromir and Anicka Moravec, and their sons, Tesar, Vasek and little Pavlov.” Hotch said, listening. “And that’s Onatah Anaktokon… and there’s Madhukar Vishnavi and his two daughters, Amrita and Rishima. His wife, Indira, died of cancer about two years ago.” Hotch said.

“Are they… saying anything?” Reid asked.

“No.” Hotch smiled. “Just… announcing their presence, I suppose. A greeting, so to speak.”

“Oh.” Reid said. Hotch smiled down at him.

“You should introduce yourself.” Hotch suddenly said, and Reid looked at him.

“What?!”

“Let them know you’re here.”

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea… and besides… I’ve never… done that before.” Hotch just blinked at him. “I mean… howl. I… I don’t know how…”

“It’s just your voice. It’s not a matter of knowing HOW to do it. You KNOW. Just… let go. Don’t think. Don’t be afraid. Set yourself free… just let your soul speak. It comes from your heart. It’s the embodiment of your joy and pain… it is the voice of the sorrow and triumph and peace and conflict within us… It’s all that we are and all that is around us. It just comes. Let it.”

“I… I don’t think I can do that. I don’t know if I have all of that in me… I wasn’t raised to—“ But Reid was cut off. Hotch closed his eyes, lifted his nose to the sky and raised his voice.

It was one long note, starting low and then rising in volume and pitch, carrying over the trees. Shivers ran down Reid’s spine as he listened to the most primeval of sounds. It was the voice of the wild, both ancient and immortal, as if echoing across time, far beyond what mere history was…   And in that moment, his wide eyes saw in his companion a timeless beast that inspired respect, fear and awe…

For a few moments, the world was a different place… it was an untamed wilderness, and the black wolf was its spirit. But then the voice faded, and the moment was lost…

But… not completely… somehow, he could feel the Voice. He closed his eyes. The world fell away. And then a chest expanded and a throat swelled, giving birth to a sound never uttered before. It was a clear tenor, like the first starting low, before rising to travel to listening ears. It started tentative, but quickly grew stronger. And it ended much too soon…

In the distance came the answers, welcoming the new Voice to the chorus. And the Voice was heard again, joined a moment later by its baritone companion, complimenting it nicely. And the Voice found its place in the timeless chorus of the night…
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