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The Second X File

Hatochiisai aka Ahmose Inarus

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SLASH WARNING!!! Hotch/Reid, UnSub/Reid (Non-con)

Chapter 8

Aaron Hotchner slept all day. He slept all night. It was dawn the next day with he finally opened his eyes. He groaned slightly. His body was stiff and achy… then, he registered the gentle touches on his chest. He looked down. Reid lay there, his head on Hotch’s heart. And his fingers were gently tracing a pattern over his chest. Slowly, brown eyes turned up to meet Hotch’s black eyes. Hotch stared down at his lover, and the boy gave him a gentle smile.

“… Spencer.” Hotch murmured, and Reid sighed, nuzzling closer. “Are… you okay?”

“… Yes.” Reid whispered. “Sore… but I’m fine.” Hotch frowned, and Reid smiled up at him, his eyes glowing in adoration for his lover. It almost covered up the haunted emptiness that Hotch could see within his mate. “He offered me a choice.”

“… He did?”

“… Surrender or die.” Reid snorted, smirking in wry humor. “And I decided… I’ll be damned before I leave you. The pain was a small price to pay.” Hotch stared as Reid leaned up and pressed his lips to the elder’s. “… I love you.” Reid breathed, then slowly turned to sit leaning into Hotch’s chest. He looked around at the team who had silently bore witness to the tender moment.

“Now let’s get this son of a bitch before he takes any more victims. Only Morgan, Mulder and Scully, please.” The team glanced around, and then Rossi, JJ, Emily and Garcia silently slipped out.    Scully moved to the right side of the bed and Morgan to the left. Reid took a deep breath and stared into the eyes of Agent Mulder, standing at the foot of the bed.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath and opened them. “When I came to my senses, he was holding me. I started fighting. He told me not to fight. That I knew better… I told him I didn’t want this. And… And he said to me, ‘You know… your mate pleaded with me on your behalf… He offered himself in trade.’ I begged him to let me go.” Reid closed his eyes and let out a sharp exhale, in a mockery of a laugh. “And he did. I fell.”

“I screamed. I begged God to save me. He was falling with me. And he said ‘God will not save you… But I will. If you ask it of me. But it is not for free… You know the price…’ And he was touching me… all over my body and then… between my legs.” Reid shuddered as his body began to tingle.

“A-Ahhnn…” He gasped. “I… I couldn’t help but think of my friends. My team. And… and my mom… And I had to decide; leave them all and spare myself, or…” He trailed off, feeling Hotch tighten his arms around him. “And then, I heard something. Someone very dear to me once told me, in one of the most difficult times of my life, ‘You are stronger than him. He cannot break you!’ And I decided to fight my way through it. And so I let him have me.” Reid paused as Morgan squeezed his head, anger in his eyes.

“… He kissed me.” Reid said, taking a deep breath and bracing himself at the ripples of pleasure washing over him. “M-My legs were around him… and then I was screaming and he was… in-inside of me… It was just like before.” Reid shook his head, lifting a shaking hand to his forehead. “It hurt so much… but I needed it so bad. I… took part in it… I actively participated… I didn’t mean to… I just… I couldn’t help it! I needed it so bad!” Reid cried.

“Shhhh…” Hotch hissed, running his hands up and down Reid’s shoulders. “Easy… you’re okay…” He encouraged gently. Reid shuddered and moaned, squirming.

“Dr. Reid.” Mulder called in a firm voice. Reid forced his eyes open and met the man’s gaze.

“I was begging…” Reid continued, not breaking eye contact with Mulder. “I begged God… And he got angry. He grabbed my neck and I couldn’t breath. And he said, ‘I told you last time… do not speak his name’. I tried to fight. But he was choking me, and raping me and… I couldn’t take it anymore…” Reid gasped, arching his back and writhing with a groan, a tear running down his face. “I… I climaxed and passed out…” He fought to maintain eye contact.

“Keep going.” Mulder said with a nod.

“When I woke up, he was holding me. I was… aching. Inside. Deep inside.” Reid gave a humorless laugh, running his hands over his lower abdomen. “I still am.” He sighed. “I looked at him and he… touched my hair. The he said, ‘You know why you are here… You know what I need.’ And I… I looked at him… and then I… I touched his horns… I felt them… and his face…” Reid smiled slightly. “His skin was… tough, but soft… And then I… I asked him, ‘Why me? Why any of us? Why did you choose the people you chose?’ And he looked at me…” Reid watched Mulder instantly put all of his focus into what he was telling him. “And he said… ‘Your innocence. I see in your soul that you have endured things that would destroy the innocence of most people. But yours remained.’ And I asked him why he took me again? I asked him, ‘Did you not take that innocence from me the first time?’ And he said ‘No, that is why I have come for you again. 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 and drew his knees up to his chest. “I asked him why he had been attacking like this. And he said that ‘The Hunger became too much. When it is satisfied I will return to my usual hunting pattern.’ I asked him what his usual pattern was, and he said ‘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 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.’ I asked him when it would end. And… And he said ‘When I am finished. Before I attract the attention of Him and the Host’.”

“The host?”

“I think he meant the Heavenly Host.” Reid said. “God and his angels. He told me not to speak of them. He told me not to speak of ‘Him’. And I asked him who he meant… God or Raphael… And…” Reid bowed his head. “And then he hit me. He hit me, and he said ‘As long as your purity remains intact, despite what I have done to destroy it… I will come for you… Until I have had my fill, or until HE steps in…’ And then… he…. He… AHH!!!” Reid threw his head back as pleasure rushed through his frame, and for a moment he lost himself. “And… he made me put him in my mouth… and he… nnng… and his tongue was between my legs and then it was… ahh… ahnnn… in… inside of… of me… it was deep and… and so good and… oh God…”

Hotch watched as Morgan snatched a blanket that Garcia had been using and bunched it up, tossing it onto the sheets to hide Reid’s rather impressive erection. The boy was writhing and panting, straining against Hotch’s firm hold, keeping him in place.

“I think it’s time for you to go.” Hotch said, grunting as he was inadvertently elbowed sharply in the stomach.

Mulder nodded and the three agents slipped out. As soon as the door was closed, Hotch flipped himself up to straddle Reid’s knees. He jerked the blankets down, lifted the hospital gown and took Reid’s weeping arousal in a harsh grip, beginning to pump it roughly. He fought hard not to look at the dark bruises that littered Reid’s hips and thighs, or the places hidden by gauze and bandages where the demon’s claws had torn through the boy’s delicate skin.

“Come on, baby…” He gasped, fighting back tears. “Come on…”

Moments later, Reid reached his orgasm with a strangled cry. With shaking hands, Hotch cleaned him up, then lowered the gown and tucked him in. Then he stood by the bed, staring down at the love of his life… And then, as he took in the boy’s split lip and the post orgasmic shaking in his body, something in Aaron Hotchner snapped.

Slowly, the man sunk to his knees and folded his arms on the bed, resting his head on them.

It was the soft sobs that brought Reid back to reality. Slowly, he opened his eyes and turned his head. And he stared.

“… Aaron…?” He breathed in shock. Slowly, the man lifted his head just enough to see Reid. Reid stared at him in shock, taking in the watering, bloodshot eyes and the pain, devastation and failure that he saw within them. “Oh Aaron… no…” Reid breathed, tears coming to his own eyes as Hotch’s shoulders heaved with his ragged gasps. Slowly, mustering all the strength he had, Reid slid off of the bed and took Aaron Hotchner into his arms, and held him as the man lost all composure and cried, apologizing over and over and over for failing to protect his mate from the brutal attentions of the incubus.

For nearly ten minutes they sat there, until the team finally decided to look in on them. The door cracked open, and all Morgan saw was an empty bed. The door flew open then and people poured in, guns at the ready. It was when they moved around to the other side of the bed that they found their Unit Chief and Boy Genius, and one was cradling the other. But not in the way they had expected.

Reid was kneeling on the floor, holding Hotch close and rocking them both gently. He was running a hand up and down Hotch’s back as the man kept his face hidden in the boy’s shoulder, and the younger had his cheek resting on the elder’s hair.

“… Reid?” Rossi asked, softly.

“You can’t do this to yourself.” Reid said. His voice was soft, but it carried and reached all of them. “ANY of you. This is NOT your fault. You can’t protect me from him. He’s not human. He’s not even mortal. You can’t kill him. You can’t stop him. No more than you can stop the tides…” And Reid smiled slightly. “He’s going to come for me again.”

“No.” Hotch gasped, suddenly tensing and then straightening. “No. I won’t let him. He will NOT touch you again!” Reid stared at the man with wide eyes, shocked at the ferocity in his tone. “Dave, call the airport. I want Reid on the jet back to Quantico within the hour.”

“Aaron, stop!” Reid cried, shoving the man away. “It won’t help!” Hotch stared at him. “He’s NOT of this WORLD, Hotch! If he wants, he could follow me! We can’t let him pick up and move to a whole new victim pool! We have to stand our ground and stop him!”

“But we can’t! You said so yourself!” Hotch hissed, the frustration mounting.

“Not the way we know how.” Reid said. “Our guns, our profiles. They’re not going to help this time. We’re not battling an UnSub. This is not a man to catch. This is a diabolical entity that has entered the mortal plane and is hunting innocents like a wolf preys on sheep. He is a higher power. If we want to stop him, we have to meet him on his plane.”

“What do you mean?” JJ asked.

“… We have to fight back with Faith.” Reid said. Everyone stared at him. “The one thing that truly seemed to anger him… that made him recoil… was when I cried out to God. And when I mentioned Raphael… This is going to be Spiritual Warfare… and we need help.”

“What do we do?” Garcia asked. Rossi exhaled and folded his arms.

“We pray.” The man said.

“We need to talk to a priest.” Emily said.

“… Call all the victims.” Mulder said. “We need to protect them all.”

The team stood in a small conference room in a Catholic Church with several priests. They had just finished explaining everything to the priests. One of them looked sick. Another looked skeptical. Two looked shocked and the last, Father Marelli, the head of the group, looked determined.

“So.” He said. “You have come to us for guidance on how to… fight this demon? To fight Asmodai… Do you have a plan?”

“Sort of.” Mulder said with a sigh. “He’s going to come for one of the victims again. When he does, we’ll be waiting.”

“… You plan to use an innocent soul as bait?!”

“He volunteered.” Mulder said, frowning.

“… Then he is sorely misguided. He doesn’t know what he’s getting into.”

“Actually.” Reid said. “I do.” The priests looked at him… they took in the fading bruises on his face and the healing cut on his lip. “I have been attacked by this demon twice. He’s going to come for me again. I can’t stop that. But we CAN be ready.” Reid said, and the priests stared at him. “He has to be stopped.”

“But not this way!” Father Marelli cried.

“What other way is there?” Rossi asked. “This demon only shows himself when he is coming to abduct his next victim, or when he is dumping them on the beach.”

“We know he’ll come to us.” Hotch said. “We have to be ready when he does. And when we have him, we have to know how to invoke a power that can… stop him.”

“You want to invoke the powers of God?” One priest blurted incredulously. “It’s not like you can just summon him like he’s Captain Planet!!!” The agents (and priests) raised their eyebrows at the man. Reid blinked.

“… Who?”

“Nevermind, Reid.” Hotch sighed while JJ and Garcia giggled and Morgan coughed to cover a laugh.

“Listen…” Father Marelli sighed, leaning forwards and folding his hands. “The powers of Heaven are not… they’re more complicated then you think. There are levels of power… there are ranks… there’s a hierarchy amongst the Heavenly Host—“

“The Nine Choirs.” Reid announced. “The Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones, Dominations, Virtues, Powers, Principalities, Archangels and Angels. The Seraphs being the highest order. They circle the Throne of God. They have six wings and spend all eternity singing God’s praise… many consider it to be the very song of Creation.” Everyone stared at him.

“The Cherubim are described as flaming entities with four wings that guard over the Garden of Eden and who sometimes bear the Throne and Chariot of God.

“The Thrones are described as the Divine Will of God… this order is supposedly ruled by Raphael.

“The Dominions are said to regulate the duties of the angels, and are the channel of mercy…

“The next are the Virtues, and they bestow blessings in the forms of miracles upon the world. These angels were those who escorted Christ in his Ascension to Heaven after the Crucifixion.

“The Powers were supposedly the first angels created by God. They act as the border guards of Heaven, and keep the forces of Hell at bay. They also act as guides to the souls of men who became lost.

“The Principalities are the angels in charge of different regions of the Earth.

“It’s the Eighth group that is the most… interesting. They are a group of their own, and yet they are great Princes of Heaven and even rule over the other Choirs… even those higher than their own group. The Archangels. In Islam there are four. In Christianity and Judaism there are supposedly Seven. But the Four that are above the others are all the same; Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Uriel. Only Michael and Gabriel are mentioned by name in the Bible, though Raphael is identified by name in the Catholic Book of Tobit.” And he nodded to the priests, who nodded back.

“Michael is considered by many to be the greatest of the Archangels; God’s Champion. He is the one who cast Lucifer into the depths of Hell. He stands behind the Throne of God.

“Gabriel sits at His left hand, and rules the first level of Heaven, and thus is closest to Man. Many even speculate that HE is actually a SHE.”

“… Gabriel is a GIRL!?” Morgan blurted.

“So some SPECULATE.” Reid stressed. “Uriel is the Angel of Repentance and is said to be a Seraphim AND a Cherubim, and is known to be a very merciless angel. It is said that he is the angel who wrestled with Jacob, who warned Noah of the flood and who became a serpent and attacked Moses when he did not circumcise his son as God had commanded. He is also the one who holds the key to the Gates of Hell, and he will open them when the Day of Judgment arrives.

“Other Archangels are Sariel, the Angel of Death and he is responsible for the fate of the angels who break the Laws of God. The identities of the other two Archangels are debatable, but the one I’m most interested in is one of The Four… Raphael.”    The team stared. For once, no one interrupted Reid’s rant… they held on to his every word.

“His name means “The Shinning One Who Heals” and that is his place. He is the Angel of Medicine and Healing as well as Science and Knowledge.”

“Sounds like your kind of guy, kid.” Morgan chuckled.

“He is a Seraph, a Cherub, a Dominion and a Power. He is the Prince of the Second Heaven, the Chief of the Virtues, the Guardian of the Tree of Life and one of the Seven Angels of the Throne… He traveled with Tobias, and tells him what parts of the fish he had helped him catch that could be used for healing. He healed the injuries Jacob sustained while fighting Uriel. He is known as being a cheerful individual with a good sense of humor. And as you all know… he is known for defeating Asmodai, allowing Sarah and Tobias to marry.

“When I mentioned Raphael, Asmodai… became very angry. I feel that if we are to invoke anything… it is Raphael.”

The priests stared at Reid, then put their heads together and conferred for a while. Then, they turned back. “We will assist in any way we can.”

Morgan stared around. He was surprised at how full the church was. People were still coming in. Some would walk in and kneel, making the Sign of the Cross, then dip their fingers in the basin in the middle of the foyer and anoint themselves with the water before moving into the Sanctuary. Others would look in appearing to feel nervous and out of place as they looked around, not used to being in a church, or in a Catholic Church at least… Out of all the victims, only five did not show up. One was Jewish, two were Muslim, one was Buddhist and the last would not answer his phone.

His body would be found two days later. It would ultimately be pronounced a suicide.

Hotch stood at the back of the Sanctuary watching it fill with the victims, their friends and family.   Rossi was speaking with the priest while JJ looked around outside. The street was empty. Everyone had arrived. A gentle rumble rolled over the church as the clouds darkened. She sighed and stepped inside. Garcia met her and the pair entered the Sanctuary. The priest turned to face the full room, and the buzz of chatter died down.

“… A demon walks among us.” The priest sighed, his voice carrying. His shock and fear could be detected by the profilers, but true strength and determination rang true as well. His faith was strong, and he was ready to stand and help the people before him.

“Many of you have fallen victim to this… Asmodai. You have suffered in both body and soul, and you fear for your safety. And so you should know what is being done about this. A group of brave men and women are putting themselves at risk to stop him. One young man in particular is offering himself up as bait to lure this demon in, despite having fallen pray to the demon’s lust twice already.” The priest sighed. “Let us pray.” Rossi and Prentiss and several others in the crowd around them knelt, laying their clasped hands on the back of the pew before them.

“O God, send the Archangels Michael, Gabriel, Uriel and Raphael to our assistance. May they who stand forever praising You and Your throne present our humble petitions before You. May they be our safeguard in this time of trouble. May they defend our people from attack. May they tirelessly work to end all the sins against life. May these powerful angels help to assure these people to follow You first in all things. And may they help to strengthen these men and women as they face off with this agent of Satan. May they help to strengthen our Holy Church and draw others to this vessel of the Way and the Truth and the Life. We ask this through Christ our Lord in unity with You and Holy Ghost, One God, world without end.

“Amen.”

“Amen…” The congregation murmured. Out of the corner of his eye, Reid saw Rossi and Prentiss make the Sign of the Cross over themselves. The priest turned and faced the altar. He knelt and made the Sign of the Cross as well, then turned. Above and behind the altar was the towering figure of the Crucified Christ. On either side were four murals of glorious beings… Angels. The Priest stared up at one of them.

“Glorious Archangel St. Raphael, great prince of the heavenly court, you are illustrious for your gifts of wisdom and grace. You are a guide to those who journey by land or sea or air, consoler of the afflicted and violated, and refuge of sinners. I beg you, assist us in all our needs and in all the sufferings of this life, as you once helped the young Tobias on his travels. Because you are the “medicine of God,” we humbly pray you to heal the many infirmities of our souls, and the wounds that inflict our bodies. I especially ask of you the favor of protecting the victims of the demon Asmodai, and lending your strength to those who are fighting against him. May you bestow upon us the great grace of purity to prepare us to be the Temple of the Holy Ghost.

“Amen.”

“Amen.” The people all murmured as one. Then the priest locked eyes with Reid. He raised a hand and beckoned him forwards. Reid’s eyes widened, but he slowly stood and moved out into the aisle. He lowered his eyes to the floor as he made his way up to the priest. He could feel all eyes on him… they all knew what he was about to do. He could hear their voices murmuring, some of them to each other, others whispering prayers for his protection… He reached the priest and finally looked up, meeting the man’s kind eyes. The man stared back.

“… You are offering yourself up as bait. What you are doing is dangerous. It is not only your life and body that you are risking… it is your soul.” He said. Reid nodded. “St. Raphael protected Tobias from the wrath of Asmodai. May he protect you, too.” At a gesture from the priest, Reid knelt and closed his eyes, feeling the dribble of Holy Water on his head. The priest spoke softly under his breath, and then Reid felt something around his neck. He opened his eyes. The priest was fastening a chain around his neck, with a silver medal on it; A St. Raphael medal. Reid was not particularly religious, but… he found its presence to be a comfort.

Then the priest was speaking to the congregation again, and was offering Reid a small wafer. Reid blinked, but then opened his mouth and allowed the priest to lay it on his tongue. He ate it silently, and then sipped wine from the goblet that was offered to him. There was a hand on his head, and then he turned and moved to return to the back of the Sanctuary with his team while the rest of the congregation took Communion. But Reid had only made it a few steps when a tingle ran down his spine and began to pool in his belly.

“AHH!” He gasped, stumbling and falling to his knees, catching himself on one hand while the other flew to his stomach, as if trying to calm the fluttering. All around him, he heard the other victims gasping and crying out as they felt it too. Their friends and family who had come with them were alarmed now, looking around in concern. The members of law enforcement had pulled their guns and were looking around warily, waiting.

The stained glass windows lit up with a flash of lightning, and with it came a jolt of pleasure shooting through each and every victim. Reid forced his eyes open when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Hotch was standing over him, hands on his weapon, as was Agent Mulder. Morgan was kneeling beside him, and it was his hand gripping his shoulder. Rossi and Prentiss were standing in front of Reid, Scully and JJ behind him.

Thunder rolled over the church, and with it a new wave of pleasure.

“ANNH!” Reid groaned, eyes rolling back as he lost his balance and collapsed to the floor. Then, they could hear the rain pouring down on the roof.

The entire church was filled with groans and screams as the victims fell under this unseen assault and their families fell into a panic as they were unable to help their loved ones. But what disturbed the team was that Reid seemed to be the worst off. While the other victims seemed at least semi-coherent, Reid was panting and writhing on the floor, covered in sweat as he struggled not to give in to the desire and take things into his own hands, so to speak.

Then, suddenly, it all stopped. Reid threw his head back with a gasp, and then went limp. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, trembling, before slowly flipping over and lifting himself up on his elbows, looking around. The others began to get to their feet, looking around. The priests looked horrified. There was a crash, an all eyes turned to the doors.

But then, with the kind of drama you usually only see in movies, lightning split the sky and thunder shook the building around them as the doors to the Sanctuary flew open with a bang. Screams went up as the wind howled in and the lights flickered and went out, leaving nothing to see by but the few lit candles.

All eyes were on the door; framed within it was the towering hulk of the Duke of Hell, his glowing eyes fixed on Spencer Reid…
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