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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 7

It was well over an hour after going to bed that Hotch fell asleep. He had spent that entire time just sitting and watching his lover sleep. It felt like he had just gone to sleep when his phone was waking him up with its insistent ringing. There was a grumbling beside him, and Reid managed to snag Hotch’s phone, which was right by his own.

“… Doc’treed…” He mumbled into the phone. Hotch opened an eye and watched his lover in sleepy amusement. “Huh? Oh… uh… right. I… I’ll tell him.” And he hung up, then turned an embarrassed look onto Hotch.

“Answer the wrong phone, Spencer?” Hotch asked, rolling onto his side and pressing a kiss to Reid’s forehead. Reid just sighed and turned, sitting up with his back to Hotch. “Spencer?”

“… There’s been another victim.” Reid murmured, then stood and walked into the bathroom. Hotch closed his eyes, exhaling loudly. A new victim… He felt torn. There was a new victim because the team had prevented Asmodai from taking Reid again. And he knew that’s what Reid was thinking… if Asmodai had taken Reid, some poor innocent would have been spared.

When Reid came out of the bathroom, Hotch was dressed. They switched, Hotch wetting his hands and running fingers through his hair, then brushing his teeth while Reid dressed. Then they gathered their belongings and stepped into the corridor. Within two minutes, the entire team was in the lobby. The snagged coffee, fruit, muffins and yogurt from the little breakfast area, and piled into the cars.

When they got to the beach, they all piled out. Except Reid. He sat in the back seat, staring out at the ocean, eyes wide.

“Reid?” Emily called. Reid blinked, and slowly slid out after her. “Are you okay?”

“… Yeah.” Reid said, softly. He clutched his cup of coffee close, eyes wide when they victim was rolled by him on the gurney and put into the ambulance. He sighed, closing his eyes… at least this one was alive, unlike the last one…

Reid took a deep breath, drained his coffee and moved to join his team on the beach.

The team returned to station when they were done combing the dump site.

“Is it even worth it to go over victimology?” Emily asked, frowning slightly as she dropped into a chair.

“No.” Reid growled. “Honestly… this is not a case for us. Profiles won’t help us catch a demon.”

“He’s right.” Hotch said, then turned and faced Mulder and Scully. “This is your call.”

“… Alright.” Mulder said, nodding. “We need to start researching demons. I have a stack of books over there, if Reid can help me go through those—“

“Right.” Reid said, snatching one and plopping down in a chair.

“If Garcia can start gathering material from the net—“

“On it!” The woman chirped.

“Agents Rossi and Prentiss… you’re both Catholic. Would you be willing to talk to any priests in the area?”

“You got it.” Rossi said with a nod, and he and Prentiss left.

“Agent Morgan. Can you get maps of the wetlands and find a place he might use as a den?”

“Yeah.” Morgan said with a nod.

“Agent Hotchner and Jareau.” Mulder said, looking at them. “You and Scully grab De Leon and a few others and head out and talk to people who live in and around the wetlands. See if they’ve seen something, or if there are any stories… anything. Myths, fables, urban legends… anything.”

The agents nodded and the huddle broke.

They didn’t meet up again until dinner, and this time they found themselves at a tiny little restaurant that was out on a pier. It was two floors; the bottom was the kitchen and the top was the dining room. The group of nine took up nearly half of the restaurant’s capacity it was so tiny.

“Where did you find THIS place?” JJ asked, looking around.

“I know where to look.” Garcia said, smugly. Reid and Hotch smiled at each other. And after they had placed their order, the large group leaned in and everyone began swapping information. Conversation tapered off as they ate, but picked up once they finished. Even after they paid the bill (or stuck the Bureau with it) they all sat around for quite a while tossing around ideas and theories.

The conversation came to an abrupt stop when Reid gasped and stiffened, eyes wide.

“… Reid?” Garcia asked as the boy went pale. Slowly, Reid turned and stared at Mulder, across the table and three seats down.

“… He’s here.” The youngest agent breathed, before moaning and swaying where he sat, eyes rolling back and fluttering closed.

“Catch him!” Rossi yelped, leaping up and reaching out to take his own advice as Reid lost his balance. Between Hotch and Rossi, they shoved chairs aside and lowered Reid onto the floor. “Uh… Aaron?” Rossi mumbled, staring down at the front of Reid’s pants where his manhood was beginning to swell.

“I know, I know…” Hotch growled through clenched teeth. “We have to get him out of here. JJ! Give me your water!” The blonde handed Hotch her glass of ice water; he promptly emptied the glass over Reid’s head while Rossi emptied his own ice water over Reid’s crotch. The youth jerked, gasping and sputtering.

“THAT’S COLD!!!” He yipped, hand flying to the front of his pants.

“Come on, baby…” Hotch said, and Reid looked up at the urgency in his tone. “We have to get you out of here.” And he pulled Reid to his feet. Reid leaned against him as he was guided out. But as soon as he stepped out the door, Scully gasped. A large, powerful hand dropped into view over the edge of the roof and seized Reid by the shoulder.

Hotch turned at the yelp and stared in shock as Reid was lifted straight up in the air and away from his side. He turned and looked up as Reid was dragged onto the roof of the little restaurant, legs thrashing. The agents all whirled, but they couldn’t see onto the roof. They stumbled down the stairs and onto the pier, and finally the saw him. The demon was standing on the roof, Reid staring up at him. He was gripping Reid’s upper arms and his eyes were glowing. A moment later, Reid’s entire body went limp and his head rolled back on his neck. The demon swung Reid’s body up into his arms and looked down and met eyes with Hotchner. They stared at each other, and then Asmodai smirked.

“Don’t…” Hotch gasped. “Please.” Asmodai’s smirk widened to a grin, and he threw open his wings.

“Mortals should know better than to come between me and my prey. Now you learn this the hard way.”

“Please…” Hotch begged. “I’ll do anything. Take me in his place… Just… don’t do this to him again!”

Asmodai eyed him and cocked his head in a slow, thoughtful manner. Then, he threw his head back and laughed. “There is only one thing that I would want from you, mortal. And I’m already holding it.” And he turned and sprang into the air, disappearing into the night sky, Reid in his arms.

Hotch stood frozen on the pier, devastation overwhelming him. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak… he couldn’t scream in his rage or cry in his despair. He couldn’t move… not to try and run to the car, or even fall to his knees.

He didn’t hear Rossi on his cell, calling in a chopper. He didn’t see Prentiss charging towards a car, prepared to head back to the station to pick up the maps they had of the wetlands.

He didn’t hear Garcia sobbing hysterically into Morgan’s chest, or JJ doing the same on Agent Scully’s shoulder. The entire world had fallen away. It took the firm hand of a dear friend ten minutes later to bring him back. Hotch turned and stared at Rossi.

“Come on, Aaron.” He said, and Hotch heard a chopper growing closer.

“We’re gonna get this son of a bitch.” Mulder said, and the team turned. There were three choppers.

JJ and Garcia headed for the cars. Hotch and Rossi got into one, Mulder and Scully in another, and Morgan in the last. Prentiss was waiting for him with the maps. And then, all three choppers were away, Garcia and JJ watching them go.

“Please…” Garcia breathed into the warm sea breeze, her hands clutched together in prayer. “Please bring my baby home safe…”

Reid was brought back to his senses by the wind caressing his body and the burning lust rushing through his veins. “Nnnnh…” He moaned, squirming slightly. He shivered as he suddenly realized that the warmth he was huddled against was purring. “Nnng… n-no…” He groaned, slowly forcing his eyes open. And he woke to a nightmare. Asmodai stared down at him, smirking. “No… NO!!!” He cried, and began thrashing. “NO!!!” Asmodai chuckled.

“No fighting, little one. You should know better…”

“No… Please no… I don’t want it… I don’t want it…” Reid cried, writhing in the demon’s grasp.

Asmodai chuckled. “You know… your mate pleaded with me on your behalf…” The incubus hissed, running his long tongue up Reid’s neck. The young man whined and leaned away, grimacing as the thick, slimy muscle continued it’s journey up the side of his face. “He offered himself in trade.” Reid’s eyes opened and he stared up at the stars with a whimper. Then he arched his back and groaned as a hand slid up his bare chest.

“STOP!!!” He sobbed. “Please!!! Let me go!!!” Asmodai chuckled.

“As you wish.” And he released the young profiler. Reid’s eyes widened and for a moment, he didn’t realize what had just happened. He was staring up in to that evil face as he dropped like a stone. Reid blinked, then slowly turned and looked down. Then, he whimpered and looked back up. A small, startled cry escaped his lips before he closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and screamed.

His body plummeted through the air, tearing through lower floating clouds in a fatal plunge towards the Gulf of Mexico.

“GOD!!! PLEASE!!!” He cried into the whistling air. Two faces immediately came to the front of his mind… Aaron, and his mother… And in that moment, he prayed for them.

“God will not save you…” Came the sudden taunting voice in his ear. Reid gasped and his eyes opened. Asmodai was behind him, matching his fall. “But I will. If you ask it of me.” Reid twisted in mid air and stared at the incubus over his shoulder. Asmodai smirked. “But it is not for free… You know the price…” Reid shuddered at the hand running down his side and over his hip. The beast spun around until he and Reid were staring each other in the eye. “Well?” Reid’s eyes slowly drifted down the demon’s body to his erect length, which was steadily dribbling a thick, clear liquid. The demon scooped some up on a finger, then slipped his hand between Reid’s legs.

“A-Ahhnn…” Reid gasped, eyes rolling back as the slick fluid was smeared over his entrance while the thumb and heel of the hand kneaded his scrotum.

“Well?” Asmodai hissed into Reid’s ear. Reid ran it through his mind… offer up his body to feed this evil entity, suffer the physical, mental and emotional torture and agony that would pierce into the depths of his soul, or let go and abandon not only himself, but all of his loved ones…?

His mother… would she survive the news of her son’s untimely demise intact?

Would Aaron? The man had taken it upon himself to protect the younger… if he died, Aaron would never forgive himself… He would spend the rest of his life suffering the torture of his own guilt.

Garcia and JJ would both be completely heartbroken. They would shed tears over him for years.

Morgan would blame himself. Prentiss would forever see this as one of her greatest failures. Rossi would do all he could, telling them that they couldn’t blame themselves, while torturing himself the whole time with ‘what-ifs’.

And then, out of nowhere, a voice spoke to him from the depths of his heart.

‘You are stronger than him. He cannot break you!’

And then Reid heard his own voice.

‘I’ll never miss another plane again,’ He had promised Gideon. And whether Gideon was here or not, that promise remained intact. Reid’s resolve hardened. He would be damned if he was going to miss a plane again… and that included the plane home. He had survived so much… he would survive this. And as Morgan had told him before, ‘What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!’

The incubus watched as those eyes turned and met his own, and then long, thin arms curled around his neck and that lithe body was pressing against his own. The beast’s face split into a grin.

The boy had made his choice.

He covered those soft lips with his own mouth and laid a hand on the youth’s thigh, guiding him to wrap his legs around the demon’s waist. The mortal shivered and moaned as the incubus filled him with burning desire, and as the demon opened his wings to stop their fall, he seized Reid’s hips and forced them down, impaling the young body on his rigid phallus.

Reid’s body tensed and ripped his mouth away from the demon’s kiss. “Ah!!! AAHH!!! AAHNNNGGG!!!” He cried out, biting down onto the demon’s shoulder as his already wounded passage was stretched to its breaking point by an organ that was much too big for him to handle. The healing flesh was torn asunder as the slow penetration continued… Both predator and prey knew that it would have been so much worse had the process not been helped along by the steady flow of pre-ejaculatory fluids that lubricated every inch of the boy’s quivering channel…

The demon groaned, taking the agent’s hips in a bruising grip and beginning to move him up and down on his length as he glided just over the water, wing tips dipping in every few beats. Heated cries filled his ears as the boy dragged his nails down the dark skin of the demon’s back, beginning to shove himself down onto the thick erection embedded within him, despite the sharp, stabbing pain that came with each deep thrust… the need for release overpowered all pain and fear, and so he took all that the large hellish beast had to give, desperately seeking his own orgasm in hopes that it would douse the flames of lust that had completely consumed him.

“Ah… God! Please!!!” He cried desperately, but a moment later a hand closed around his throat with an iron grip, and he was staring into glowing red eyes.

“I told you last time…” Asmodai hissed. “DO NOT SPEAK HIS NAME!!!” Reid’s eyes widened as the grip on his throat tightened. He began to struggle… he couldn’t breathe… if he could, he would have screamed at the harsh, brutal thrust into his core, but all he could do was arch his back and open his mouth in a silent scream as he fell into the throes of a forceful orgasm before passing out.

When he awoke he was resting on a warm chest, a massive hand running up and down his spine. A thick tail was curled around his leg, the end of it waving back and forth lazily, teasing his inner thigh, the tip occasionally tickling his scrotum, making him shiver. There was a throbbing ache emanating from the depths of his abused body.

Slowly, he lifted his head and found himself staring into the eyes of the demon. The creature looked perfectly content, and purred. Reid flinched when he lifted a hand, but all he did was run his fingers through the boy’s hair.

“You know why you are here…” Asmodai hissed, and he felt the boy tense. “You know what I need.” Reid stared at him, then slowly nodded. His mind raced… this could be his chance to make a break in the case.

Slowly, he slid up closer to the demon’s face, and he reached up with a hand. The demon watched him, sincere curiosity in his eyes. The long, trembling fingers brushed over the thick base of his curled horns. The demon lay there unmoving, watching the young man’s face as his fingers traced the curve of the horns, up and back, then over and down, then under and forwards, then up and in to the tips by the corner of the demon’s eye.

The demon closed an eye as he felt those exploring fingers cross his brow, then run down his nose and trace his cheekbone and jaw. Reid was surprised… the demon’s skin felt like soft leather, and his lips were soft. His fingers ran down the beast’s neck and across the broad expanse of his chest.

“May I ask you something?” Asmodai opened his eyes at the soft, timid whisper. He looked down at the innocent, nervous eyes. The boy shuddered as he ran his hand down the thin back. Then, the incubus nodded.

“… Why me?” Reid asked. “Why any of us? Why… did you choose the people you chose?” The demon blinked, surprised.

“… Your innocence.”

“… Innocence?”

“I see in your soul that you have endured things that would destroy the innocence of most people. But yours remained.”

“Why take me again? Did you not take that innocence from me the first time?”

“No. And that is why I have come for you again.” The demon told him. “Very few can lay with an incubus and survive with their innocence intact. You did. And so did a few of the others.” Reid sighed, looking down.

“Why have you… been attacking like this?”

“Because I must. The Hunger became too much. When it is satisfied I will return to my usual hunting pattern.”

“What is that?” Reid asked. Asmodai blinked, baffled by this curious little one… none had ever… TALKED to him before… But he sighed and decided to indulge the youth.

“I usually hunt once every week or two. Spread the hunt out over the globe. Usually take them in sleep, giving them sexual dreams and feeding off of their arousal.”

“But?”

“But it’s not enough. And eventually I must compensate for it. And I must hunt as I have for the past few weeks. Actually taking part and having sex with them drives the flow of energy up, giving me more to feed off of.”

“When does it stop?”

“When I am finished. Before I attract the attention of Him and the Host.”

“… The Heavenly Host?”

“You will not speak of Them. Or Him…” The demon growled, eyes flashing.

“Who is ‘Him’?” Reid asked, pushing. “God? Or Raphael?” The demon’s eyes flashed, and a moment later Reid saw stars as he was backhanded to the ground

“You will NOT speak of them!!!” Came the snarl, and then there was a hand on Reid’s head. Reid whimpered, knowing that their ‘conversation’ was over as the hand on the young man’s head pushed him down, guiding him into place.

“As long as your purity remains intact, despite what I have done to destroy it… I will come for you…” Came the hiss. “Until I have had my fill, or until HE steps in…” And his eyes flashed. Reid cried out as pleasure rushed through his frame, and it was a moment before he realized his position; he was on his hands and knees over the demon, his face hanging over Asmodai’s proud erection.

“You know what to do…” The incubus growled, and then Reid gasped as a long, thick, slimy tongue licked up his inner thigh and over his genitals that were swelling in the burning lust that was being forced upon him. His eyes rolled back as the tongue ran down his penis, the tips of the forked tongue on either side of it. Reid whimpered, and was unable to control it any more. He bowed his head and pressed his lips to the tip of the demon’s length, lapping up the fluids that seeped forth, his efforts accompanied by soft, breathy moans that came from the desire flooding through him… but tears fell from his closed eyes, courtesy of the heart rending despair.

The demon’s aura swirled around the agent, stoking the flames of passion into a scorching blaze that consumed him completely, both body and mind. Within minutes, the only thing that Reid could focus on was relieving the pressure, and only his own sexual release could do that.

The tongue slid over his perineum and then further back. Reid shivered as the two prongs of the forked tongue teased his abused opening as strong hands gripped his buttocks and spread them apart. A moment later, the long slick muscle pushed past the tight ring of muscles and into Reid’s body, twisting and undulating, the forked tip immediately going to work on the youth’s prostate.

The boy sobbed and shoved back, trying to get more of the tongue inside of his torn passage. Despite the abuse his body had already suffered, the pain wasn’t enough to override the lust pulsing through his being. It wasn’t long before the boy shrieked out his orgasm and a moment later, the incubus had shifted them around. He reached up, grasping the black silken strands that made up his little den. He began to wrap them around the writhing body of his prey, savoring his loud groans.

When he was finished the boy was half reclining, supported by silken strands that made up slings under his hips and shoulders and around the backs of his knees, holding his legs wide open while his hands were bound over his head and stretched out to the sides. He stared at the demon standing between his spread thighs, and shivered when long talons trailed over the milky white skin. Then, Asmodai seized his hips and lined him up, then watched as the boy threw his head back with a scream as he was fully impaled on the demon’s more than significant length.

The predator began slowly at first, sliding in and out of the mortal’s tortured passage and feeding off of the sexual energy that came off of him in waves. But so was the pain. The profiler writhed, overwhelmed by the burning agony and pulsing desire. It was getting to be too much… And Asmodai saw it. He reached out and laid a hand on Reid’s head.

“Close your eyes.” He hissed. Reid stared him in the eye, tears rolling down his cheeks as his chest heaved with suppressed sobs. “The rest of this is not something you need to remember…” And fingertips gently forced Reid’s eyes to close. Reid gave a soft, shuddering sigh and then his body went limp, head falling back with a tiny whimper.

As before, the body was awake and responsive, groaning in pain/pleasure as it was used, but the mind was in a deep, sanity-sparing trance…

But this time, just before sunrise, the team was waiting. They had the beaches under surveillance, and they were notified the moment Asmodai was spotted. However, by the time they got there the demon was gone, leaving the young profiler sprawled out on the sand, his body covered in scratches and bruises and smeared with blood and semen.

Hotch fell to his knees, reaching out and gathering the limp body into his arms and holding him close, his own sense of failure weighing him down and brining tears to his eyes. When the ambulance arrived he rode in with Reid, a horrible sense of déjà vu overtaking him. When they reached the hospital, he was sent to the waiting room while his lover was treated. And when Reid was finally cleaned and settled, the team filed in to see a sight they never wanted to see again.

“Oh, honey…” Garcia whimpered, reaching out and brushing damp hair out of Reid’s pale face. “Oh!” They all watched as his eyes fluttered. They opened halfway and stared at Garcia. “Oh, Reid…” Reid winced slightly and his fingers twitched. She looked down, and took his hand. Reid sighed softly, and opened his eyes when Hotch took his other hand.

“Spencer…” Hotch murmured, and Reid’s lips twitched slightly in a small smile. Hotch leaned over and gently kissed Reid’s forehead. The boy let out a tiny mew in his throat, and he turned his head. Hotch moved back and stared down at him. “What is it?” Reid whimpered, his body twitching towards the man. His eyes fell closed.

“Hotch… he’s too tired, man. He needs to sleep.” Morgan said. Hotch sighed, staring down at his lover as the boy struggled to try and open his eyes.

“He’s right baby.” Hotch said gently, leaning over Reid. “Whatever you have to say, it can wait. You need to sleep.”

“Nn… no…” Reid managed to mumble, barely audible. Hotch frowned, leaning in close.

“Spencer?” He called gently. “What is it?”

“Mmn…” Reid moaned again, and then huffed slightly.

“Come on, angel…” Hotch encouraged, gently taking Reid’s face in his hands. Slowly, Reid cracked open his eyes, and he smiled slightly again. Hotch smiled back. “What is it?” He asked.

“… Hold me.” Reid whispered, and let his eyes fall closed again. Hotch blinked, then straightened. Staring at Reid the whole time, he removed his shoes, coat, belt, gun and tie. Then he moved to sit on the bed, leaning against the wall. He positioned himself to he was stretched out across the bed with his legs splayed open. Reid’s hips lay between them, and his torso rested on Hotch’s chest.

The team watched as Reid rolled onto his side, drawing his knees up and curling into Hotch’s chest with a soft sigh. Hotch smiled down at Reid, sadness in his eyes.

“Go to sleep, baby…” He murmured, holding the boy close. “I’m right here with you.” And Reid did just that. His fear calmed. He felt safe in Aaron’s arms… He always felt safe in Aaron’s arms…
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