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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 8

A wheaten wolf lounged in a clearing, soaking up the sun. His chin was rested on his paws, and his eyes were half closed. They opened all the way to watch a bee buzzing along overhead. Then, his ears flicked and he raised his head. His entire body was tense and alert. If one looked closely, the wolf appeared to smirk. And then, the wolf spoke softly, under his breath.

“And three… two… one…” And in the blink of an eye he had thrown himself to the side and rolled, just as a scruffy brown wolf exploded from the bushes behind him.

“AAAAH!” Cried the brown wolf, crashing the ground right where the wheat colored wolf had been only a moment ago. “No! I HAD you!” He wailed in protest, and the wheat wolf got to his feet as a large black wolf emerged into the clearing, a big lupine grin on his face and tongue hanging out of his mouth.

“That was much better, Spencer.” The black wolf said, and the little brown wolf looked back at him, disgruntled.

“You’ve improved a lot already.” The wheat wolf said. “That was record timing on tracking me, very impressive since today is the first time you’ve ever really tracked something before.”

“But you STILL heard me.” The brown wolf pouted.

“Well… not really… I never heard you approach…”

“What gave me away?!”

“… I heard your stomach gurgle.” The wheaten wolf announced, and after a moment, he and the black wolf both broke into laughter. The brown wolf drooped in embarrassment.

“We’re neglecting the pup, Aaron. It’s well past lunch time.” The wheaten wolf said to the larger black male.

“Well, we can’t have that. Come on Reid. Let’s get you fed.”

Reid perked up at the black wolf’s words, but then froze when the wheaten wolf cheered “Alright! Let’s hunt!”

“… Hunt?!” Reid gasped, looking petrified. He looked at the black wolf. “Hotch… hunt?”

“No.” Hotch assured him firmly, and the wheaten wolf stopped and looked at him.

“No hunt?” He asked.

“No, Sean. Spencer doesn’t like to hunt.”

“… What?!”

“I’ll explain later.” Hotch said, and his brother, Sean, frowned, but nodded. “Let’s go.” And the trio of wolves turned and began trotting back to the home of Aaron Hotchner. Once they got there, Reid announced that he smelled like the pond and had to shower, and so off he went to the bathroom, head hanging and tail tucked in. Hotch just stared after him with a sad sigh, and he and his brother changed and pulled on their jeans before meeting in the kitchen.

“So.” Sean said, searching the fridge for something to drink while Hotch rifled through some menus to call out for delivery. “What’s with the kid not hunting?”

“I took him on his first hunt the other day.” Hotch explained, eying one of the menus before discarding it in the trashcan. “We went after a rabbit. As you saw today, Reid is fast and very agile when he puts his mind to it… he caught it on his first try.”

“Wow! Impressive! So what’s the problem?”

“… He freaked out.”

“About what?”

“The fact that he had killed it. When he realized he had its blood on his mouth, he was physically sick.”

“… Oh. Why?”

“He’s never hunted before.” Hotch said, finally deciding on a menu and dialing on the phone. “He was raised by his human mother. He’s never KILLED anything before.”

“He’s killed PEOPLE!!!”

“Yes… with a gun. He killed a rabbit with-- Yes, I’d like to place an order for delivery.” Hotch turned away from Sean and focused on placing the order. Sean sat down at the kitchen table and opened two beers, moving one to the space across the table from him and slowly sipping at the other, thinking over what his brother had told him. When Hotch hung up, he eyed his brother.

“Alright…” He said after a moment, sitting down and taking the other beer bottle. “I know that look. What’s on your mind?”

“Are you intending to… pursue him as a possible mate?” Sean asked, looking his brother straight in the eye. But as always, Hotch met his gaze without a blink.

“Maybe.”

“Hm.” Was all Sean said. Hotch scowled, the beer bottle nearly to his lips. But he set it down again.

“I don’t need your approval, Sean.”

“Oh, I know that!” Sean snorted, waving his hand. “I don’t give a damn WHAT you do… I’m just thinking about how MOM would react.”

“I don’t need her approval either.” Hotch snorted. “I don’t give a damn what she thinks, I don’t give a damn what the pack thinks.” Sean was silent for a moment, and then let out a low chuckle.

“For such a stickler for rules and traditions, mom and dad sure did breed a couple of rebels, didn’t they?” He observed. Hotch blinked, and then grinned and echoed his brother’s chuckle. The two clinked the necks of their beer bottles together, and drank.

“So… you gonna pursue him?”

“I don’t know… I need to be sure that… he wants me too.”

“… You’re shitting me, right?” Sean said after a moment, giving his brother a look. Hotch just blinked. “Aaron… you… you seriously…” He trailed off, the laughed. “Holy shit… Aaron! How can you MISS it?!”

“Miss what?!” Hotch demanded, looking annoyed.

“His SCENT?!”

“What do you mean?” Hotch asked.

“I’ve only been with you a few hours… and I have smelled him putting off his pheromones three or four times!”

“… What?” Hotch asked, now staring at his brother in shock.

“He wants you, Aaron. He’s lusting after you big time…”

“… you… you say he’s putting off… pheromones?” Hotch managed to get out, his voice quiet.

“I don’t think he’s doing it on purpose, Aaron.” Sean said, sighing and taking a pull at his bottle. “But yeah… when you draw near him, I can see him quiver and I can smell him… He’s more than willing to lift his tail for you, Aaron. Just open your nose and you’ll smell it, too.”

Hotch leaned back, deep in thought.

A few minutes later, Reid shuffled into the room.

“Hey kid. Want a brew?” Sean offered. Reid silently shook his head and got himself a glass of milk from the refrigerator.

“I ordered some barbecue.” Hotch announced.

“Sounds great!” Sean announced.

After that, came the awkward silence…

“So, Sean.” Hotch said, finally. “You seeing anyone?”

“Oh, go fuck yourself, Aaron.” Sean snapped, giving his brother a dirty look. Hotch chuckled, leaning back and taking a pull at his beer bottle. Reid blinked, having a feeling that he had just missed out on an inside joke.

“Spencer.” Hotch said. “Come sit down, please?” Reid stared at Hotch for a moment, and then shuffled over and sat beside him. “What’s wrong?” Reid blinked.

“… Nothing.”

“Don’t lie.” Hotch said, giving Reid a reproachful look. Sean could see Reid’s wolf hunching down, laying his ears back and tucking his tail in. He looked away, avoiding Hotch’s gaze.

“Hey, kid.” Sean said, and Reid looked at him. “Aaron told me about the rabbit.” Reid winced and lowered his head. “You’re a city boy.” Sean chuckled. “You buy your food from the store. We grew up in the woods. All that means is… we do things differently. And if you don’t like killing, well… there’s no shame in that. It’s just how you live. And if you don’t like hunting then we won’t go hunting.”

“But…” Reid said softly.

“… yes?” Hotch encouraged.

“I WANT to.”

“You want to hunt?”

“I… I want to be able to hunt and enjoy it…”

“Then you will.” Hotch said, putting an arm around Reid. “Give yourself some time. Think about how far you’ve already come. You’ve made great strides towards being a wolf. So this won’t come to you as quickly and naturally as all the other stuff has…” Hotch shrugged. “So what? If you want it, it will come. But give it time and do it on your own terms.” Reid slowly offered the man a tentative smile.

Then there was a knock on the door.

“And that would be lunch.” Hotch said, standing. He went to get the food.

“You like my brother.” Sean said, and Reid turned and looked at him sharply.

“Excuse me?”

“You like him.”

“He’s a good friend.”

“No. I mean you LIKE HIM, like him…” Sean said. Reid didn’t respond. Sean just smirked. “He likes you too, you know.” Reid blinked, now looking startled, and Sean threw him a wink. “Just drop him a few hints, kid. Encourage him to make his move.” And then Sean stood to get plates for the food.

Reid just sat in silence, staring at him, not sure what to think. But then Hotch returned with the food, and now Reid couldn’t help but stare at the man.

“Are we good to relax?” Sean asked suddenly.

“Absolutely.” Hotch responded, and then their tails popped out over the hem of their pants. Reid quirked a brow at this. But the brothers paid no heed and simply made up the plates for lunch. Hotch walked over to the table and sat beside Reid, setting a plate before him.

“Thank you.” Reid murmured, and waited for Sean to join them before digging in. “Will you be staying the night?”

“No.” Sean said with a smile. “I have a motel room since you’re in the guest room.”

“Oh.” Reid said. “I… I can sleep on the sofa, that’s not a problem.”

“I’m good.” Sean said. “Trust me… when you grow up and move out, staying with family becomes torture.” And Hotch chuckled. Reid just blinked, then drooped.

“… I wouldn’t know.” He mumbled. Hotch sighed, giving Reid a look. “I’m sorry.” Reid said quickly. “I don’t mean to be so… negative. I… I just…” And suddenly, Reid just bolted from the table and fled the room. Hotch blinked, startled.

“Spencer?!” He called after him.

“Is he in heat?” Sean asked, perplexed. Hotch just gave him a look and followed after Reid, who had locked himself in the guest room.

“Spencer?” Hotch called through the doorway. Reid didn’t answer. “Reid?” Then he frowned… he heard something. And then, he bolted. Sean jumped and yelped when the black wolf streaked through the kitchen and out the doggy door, bolting across the yard. He got a flash of a brown tail disappearing into the woods just ahead of his brother. Sean just sighed, deciding to let his brother handle this one.

Out in the woods, Hotch had his eyes firmly fixed on the smaller male, and he barked out his name. “SPENCER!”

“YIPE!” Reid yelped, and put on a burst of speed. Hotch knew he had no chance of catching the pup… but he could outlast him. He kept himself at a steady pace, his nose assuring him that he was on the right track. And less than half an hour later, he came upon Reid, plodding along through the trees, panting. He let out a little yip when he heard Hotch, and broke into a run again. But his legs were tired and shaky and stumbled beneath him… and then Hotch had tackled him to the ground. Reid let out a cry and thrashed, but soon fell completely still, too tired to try to escape. Hotch stood there, staring down at the young wolf just lying limp on his side beneath him, eyes half closed.

“Spencer?” Hotch asked, and Reid let out a deep sigh. “Spencer, tell me what’s wrong.”

“… This isn’t working.” Reid mumbled. “Let’s just face it… I’ll never make a good wolf… I’m just too… human.”

“Spencer.” Hotch said, his voice booming. “This is NOT about making you a good WOLF. This is about you finding what is good for YOU. And you seem to keep forgetting that. I am here to teach you all about being a wolf, so that you can absorb and learn what you want, reject what doesn’t feel right, an feel comfortable with yourself in your skin and pelt BOTH. I think that you’re upset because you’re not living up to your own expectations. Because you are MORE than living up to mine.” Reid slowly turned his head and looked up at Hotch. “I just want you to be happy with what you are and what you are doing. And if you would feel better stopping right here and now, I won’t push you any further.” Reid sighed and let his head drop to the grass again. Hotch moved and lay down beside him, curled against him. They lay there for quite a while, until dusk was upon them.

“… I’m sorry.” Reid said suddenly, turning and looking at Hotch. The black male lifted his head and looked down at him. “I know I’m acting like a child…”

“You’re young and this is a frustrating journey for you.” Hotch said, leaning over and gently licking over Reid’s ears. Reid closed his eyes in pleasure at the attention and shuffled closer. “If we’re pushing too hard and too fast, you need to let me know. We don’t want to overwhelm you. We are doing this at YOUR pace. Nothing is too fast or too slow. Okay?”

“… Okay.” Reid whispered.

“Okay. Ready to go back home? You still haven’t eaten.”

“Yeah.” Reid sighed.

“Want to learn something new?” Hotch asked, standing. “Or are you done for the day?”

“Depends.” Reid said. “What do you want to teach me?” Hotch curled his lip, and Reid watched as the black wolf began to shift and change… and he stopped in the halfway form.

“Let’s try to get you familiar with THIS body.”

Reid blinked, and then nodded before slowly making the change himself. When he was done, Hotch smiled.

“You… really are…” He began, eyes trailing over Reid’s body. Reid waited for Hotch to finish, but the black male shook his head and turned, dropping to all fours. The position looked quite awkward, but Reid mimicked him. It felt awkward, and Reid said so.

“Moving slowly we do better on two legs.” Hotch confirmed, looking at the pup by his side. “Moving fast, it’s better on all fours.” And Hotch sprung forwards and darted away. Reid’s ears shot up in surprise, but he launched himself after the man and followed him through the woods.

To his surprise, they moved much faster than Reid had expected… maybe even faster than when in full wolf form.

“In this form…” Hotch gasped between breaths. “We are truly both man and beast. If you can master it, this is where you are at your fastest, strongest and most powerful. But it is not easy. And it is also a dangerous form. Less control, you’re much more conspicuous, and your increased size and mass can work against you. Not many of us will utilize this form to its full advantage simply because there is so much to balance out. It is easier to choose a form on either end of the spectrum than in the middle.”

But then, they heard the howl. Reid skidded to a stop, while Hotch slowed smoothly, turning and looking back and Reid. Reid was frozen like a deer in headlights, looking fearful. Hotch returned to his side.

“Don’t be afraid.” He said, as another howl was heard. “Follow me.” And Reid did. Hotch led him through the woods down a hill, and they emerged on a ridge overlooking a shallow valley.

“Here they come.” Hotch said, and Reid held his breath.

A moment later, a deer leapt into view, darting across the meadow with great leaps. And then, the wolves appeared.

“That’s Tesar and Vasek Moravec… and Amrita and Rishima Vishnavi.” Hotch said. And when more wolves appeared, “and there are their parents… and you see Anicka there? Look by her side…”

“That’s a puppy.”

“Yes. That’s Pavlov.” Hotch said. “It looks like they’re teaching their teenage children to hunt.” And then he smiled and looked at Reid. “One day, you may learn with them, if you want to.” Reid didn’t respond.

Hotch eyed the young wolf… he was completely focused on the spectacle before him. Hotch discretely leaned in towards Reid’s tail and took a quick whiff. Sean was right, and the effects were instantaneous. Reid’s scent, thick with pheromones, flooded Hotch’s senses. His heart pounded and his breathing increased and the heat rushed straight to his loins as he began to salivate heavily. He was filled with the overwhelming urge to mount the boy right then and there and start humping like a frantic rutting rabbit. He wanted to take the pup and make him his, marking him as such with scent, seed and teeth, in such a way that even humans would be able tell instinctively that the boy was claimed. He had never even felt such intensity with Haley… he had been overjoyed to sire a pup by her, but the drive to mate her was nothing like this… he wanted to have this young buck of a wolf and have him completely, inside and out. He wanted to take him long and hard and deep, and fill him with enough of his seed that were he a bitch, he would soon be heavily swollen with an entire litter of pups belonging to the great black male… oh, yes… no single births would come from the mating that the large black male would give him…

Hotch suddenly blinked and shook his head, snapping himself out of it. Alarmed at the intensity of his own thoughts, the backed away from the young male…

Reid turned and looked at him, and blinked.

“… Hotch?” He asked, seeing the strange look in the larger male’s eyes, and then the breeze floated over them… And Reid’s nose quivered as Hotch’s scent wafted over him… and so did his pheromones… Reid froze, eyes wide in shock. He didn’t know WHAT that smell was, but it was the most intoxicating thing he had ever scented before… It made his entire being shiver as a heat rushed through his blood, which began to course through his veins at a rapid pace… He could barely hold back the whimper as the hot tingling began between his legs. He suddenly felt an overwhelming longing to run… run headlong into the darkening woods, knowing that the large black male was on his heels… knowing that any moment he would be tackled to the ground and feel the teeth on his neck and shoulders... he would struggle, but the stronger male would pin him down, move beneath his tail and then…

Reid squeaked and shook his head, shocked at his sudden thoughts… He and Hotch stared at one another, both stunned at the pheromones that the other was putting off, and stunned at the thoughts that those pheromones inspired…

Slowly, as if in a trance, Hotch approached Reid. Reid held perfectly still, save for the trembling in his body. Hotch moved, burying his nose into the fur on Reid’s neck, inhaling his scent. They both turned their heads, curling their necks around one another and resting their chins on the other’s shoulders, and then Hotch laid a paw on Reid’s back in a dominant manner, and then the pair began to shift unconsciously…

Reid slowly lowered himself to the ground as Hotch moved to stand over him from behind, and with a soft, pleading whine, Reid raised his hindquarters and lifted his tail invitingly. Hotch hunched over him in a mounting position, and stared down at the brown ears beneath him. A frustrated groan came from the elder male, and with a herculean effort, he backed off.

“… N-No.” He gasped, and Reid let out a desperate whine. “I won’t.” Hotch managed to get out. “Not here… not like this.”

“Hotch… please!” Reid cried, overwhelming desire thick in his tone.

“No.” Hotch croaked, shaking his head. He moved in front of Reid and gripped his shoulders. “Not like this…” Reid stared at him, then whined and let his head fall to the man’s chest. Hotch closed his eyes and held Reid close. “Come… we’re going home.” He said after a moment. “We need to talk…”

In the valley below them, the deer let out a cry of anguish as the young werewolves brought her down, never to rise again…
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