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Cachorro	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 11087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 9

Coronado jerked awake to the scream. Paloma jumped awake beside him. There was another cry. Coronado leapt from the bed and ran out of the French doors onto the terrace. Paloma followed. The outdoor lights flicked on a moment later, courtesy of Sirena.

“Cachorro!” Coronado cried, and bolted. Paloma just stood there, wrapped in a bed sheet and grinning in delight. Cachorro was curled up tightly, huddled against the trunk of the tree, clutching his bleeding leg and watching the jaguar circling him.

“… Kill him…” Paloma hissed under her breath, taking in the sight of the great cat. “… Do it…”

As if it had heard her, the cat suddenly crouched down, bunched his muscles up and sprang forwards. With another scream of terror, Reid rolled aside. But he cried out in pain when the claws caught him, on his left buttock and thigh. Reid crashed to the ground and the cat lunged at his throat, teeth bared. Reid threw his arm out before him, and before he knew it, his arm was in the cat’s mouth.

Then came a loud crack, and the cat let out an angry scream and recoiled, leaping away from Reid. Coronado was running across the lawn buck naked, his whip in hand. He swung it about and this time a line of blood appeared on the jaguar’s hide. The cat lashed out at the air, teeth and claws bared.

“HYAAAH!” Coronado challenged, and swung the whip again. The jaguar hissed at him, then turned and fled as it felt the bite of the leather once more. Coronado watched the cat disappear over the wall, then threw his whip aside and ran to his Cachorro.

The boy lay bleeding on the ground, whimpering in pain and shaking violently in his terror.

“Shhhh…” Coronado hissed, unlocking the chain and allowing it fall to the ground. Then he scooped the young man up into his arms and ran to the house where Jaguar and Aguilo both stood bearing large hunting rifles. They held the door open for their master, then closed and locked it behind him.

“Shhhh…” Coronado said again. “Easy, Cachorro… you will be fine.” He reached the kitchen and laid the boy down on the counter. “PRECIOSA!!” He called, his voice booming through the house. Preciosa, Paloma and Sirena all rushed in moments later. Coronado and Preciosa began to work together, pulling Cachorro’s hands away from his wounds and checking to see how bad they were. And finally, Coronado relaxed.

“… You’re lucky, Cachorro.” The man said, and Reid looked at him, pain in his eyes. “Had it been an adult, it would have killed you.”

“An… adult?” Reid asked.

“That was just an adolescent, still learning to hunt. His mother was probably nearby. He was playing with you… If it was an adult seriously hunting you, it would have killed you in one blow…”

“… Don’t put me back out there…” Reid pleaded with the man. “Please don’t, Master… please…”

“Shhhh…” Coronado hissed, smoothing the boy’s hair away from his face. “I won’t… Come now… We need to clean you up…” And he lifted the boy into his arms and carried him upstairs. Preciosa ran a bath and Coronado bathed him. Then Reid was laid out on the bathroom counter and Preciosa tended to his wounds. There were four punctures on his backside and upper thigh, and deep scratches on his lower left leg, and some shallow ones on his right shoulder. Aguilo walked in as Preciosa worked, bearing a cup.

“Come now, Cachorro.” Coronado gently encouraged. “Drink this…” And he held the cup to the agent’s lips. Reid turned his head and sipped it slowly, wincing at the bitter taste. “It will help you sleep…” Coronado assured him, and Reid drained the cup. Preciosa finished patching up his wounds and Coronado lifted the naked youth into his arms and took him out into the bedroom, tucking him into the bed. Reid closed his eyes, and heard Coronado sending the others back to bed. Then the lights went out and he felt the man slide into bed next to him. He fell asleep to the gentle stroking of his hair…

Hotch looked up as the doorbell rang.

“That’s for us.” Winters said, walking in and smiling. Hotch stood from where he was helping one of Winter’s slaves with her college psychology homework.

“Ohhh…” Courtney whined.

“Sorry, sweetie.” Winters chuckled. “But we have to go get Agent Hotchner’s lover, now.” The girl pouted, but then smiled and leaned over, pressing a kiss to Hotch’s cheek.

“Good luck.” She told him, sincerity in her eyes. “I hope you get him back safely.”

“Thank you, Courtney.” Hotch said with a smile. “Feel free to call me when you have to do your term paper. I’m sure an interview with the Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit will get you an ‘A’.” She blinked at him, looking startled. “… I saw your syllabus.” Hotch explained. “The paper where you have to interview a professional in the field of psychology. I’m sure your professor has never had a student interview FBI Profilers before…”

“Thank you!” Courtney gasped, eyes sparkling as she beamed up at the man.

“You can interview the whole team if you want.” Hotch chuckled.

“Can the team interview you?” Rossi’s voice came from the doorway. Hotch turned and blinked.

“First question… WHY are you wearing THAT?” Prentiss asked, and Morgan was grinning, fighting not to laugh.

“Oh, MAN.” He finally got out, and Rossi chuckled.

“It’s what I’ll be wearing when we go to Coronado’s house.” Hotch said. “I’m doing this for Reid. Just as I’m sure any of you would do.”

Morgan eyed Hotch’s leather pants and mesh shirt, then gave him a shrug, silently admitting that he would endure that outfit for the sake of a team member. Rossi raised an eyebrow as if to say, ‘that outfit would be pushing it for me.’

“… I would say that you look hot in that, Hotch, but I think that could be counted as sexual harassment of my superior, so…” Prentiss trailed off with a grin.

“Oh, I like her!” Courtney announced.

“Behave!” Winters laughed. “Take care of the house.” And he kissed the top of her head. “I’ll see you when I get home.”

And Winters left with the team.

Reid awoke to a soft, deep voice and gentle fingers touching his face.

“… Mmmmm…” He hummed. “… A’rnn?”

“Open your eyes, Cachorro…” the voice commanded. Reid twitched, and slowly opened his eyes and focused in on Coronado. He blinked in confusion and shifted, then winced and hissed. Then he remembered.

“THE JAGUAR!” He yelped, bolting upright in bed. “AH! Ow! Ow… ow…” He whimpered.

“Madre de Dios!” Coronado cried, startled. “Shhhh… Easy, Cachorro… you’re going to be fine. The jaguar is gone. Come on… lie down.” Panting, Reid allowed the man to make him lie down on the bed.

“Don’t make me go out there again, Master, PLEASE don’t make me go outside again…”

“Shush… I won’t, Cachorro…” Coronado said, running fingers through the genius’ hair. “Can you eat something?”

“… Yes.” Reid whispered, and Coronado helped Reid sit up, propped against pillows and the head board. Then he went to the door and called out into the house.

“You know…” The man said, walking back to the bed and sitting down on the edge. “I’m having a party in a few days. Some friends from all around the world… I would very much like to show you off to them.”

“… I… I don’t like people looking at me…” Reid whispered, averting his eyes.

“So shy…” Coronado chuckled. “No reason to be. You are beautiful, Cachorro. And so intelligent. Gentle… I’ve been thinking… would you like to breed with Sirena?”

“… WHAT?!” Reid blurted, eyes wide in horror.

“Have a child with her? You would make beautiful children.”

“You… You not only abducted me and forced me into slavery, you want me to father children who will be born into this?!” Reid cried. “Why in God’s name would I want to do THAT?! I’m NEVER having children! And not just because of… THIS!!!” And he gestured about himself wildly. “With my family history, having children would be a mistake! I’ll be you didn’t know THIS about me; my mother is schizophrenic! That’s passed genetically, you know! I could develop it, and so could any offspring I might produce! If you think I would EVER—“

“CACHORRO!!!” Coronado barked, and Reid froze and snapped his mouth shut, waiting for the man to strike him. But Coronado just gave him a disgruntled look and grumbled, “A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed.” Reid blinked, then silently leaned back into the pillows and stared down at his hands in his lap.

“Your mother…” Coronado suddenly mused. “She… still lives?”

“… Yes.” Reid told him.

“My mother died. Years ago.” Coronado said. “This house… it was hers. It’s been in the family for generations. I have no children. I have no desire to have children… I don’t know what will happen to this house when I am gone.”

“… You… don’t have a Will?” Reid asked.

“I wonder if… perhaps I should sire a child, just so there is someone for it to be passed on to… No. I do not have a Will at this time… not one that includes the house. I cannot decide who to leave it to.”

The door opened at that point, and Preciosa walked in bearing a tray. Reid perked up at the smell of soup. Preciosa walked over and set the tray down.

“Please roll over so I can check the wounds on your backside.” She said. Reid flushed.

“… Does it have to be you?” He whimpered, and Coronado chuckled.

“Do as she says, Cachorro. She knows what she is doing.” The man told him. Reid whined, but obeyed. She checked his thigh and buttocks, and then had him sit up again (Reid winced at the soreness in his behind) and she checked his leg and shoulder.

“Well?” Coronado asked.

“He’s… incredibly lucky that the cat was only… curious. His wounds aren’t that bad. He should be fine by the party. He’ll have some unattractive scabbing by then and eventually some minor scarring, but…”

“Thank you, Preciosa.” Coronado said, and picked up the soup. Reid sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be allowed to feed himself, and sure enough, Coronado insisted on spoon feeding his Cachorro. Reid was silent and behaved himself, eating all of the soup, and drinking the entire glass of orange juice. Then Coronado gathered the boy up in his arms and carried him to the library. And Reid was only too happy to spend the rest of the day lounging on the sofa reading, his head in Coronado’s lap while the man enjoyed his own book.

“You know…” Winters said, breaking the silence on the jet. “We’re going to have to come up with a pet name for you.” And he looked at Hotch. Hotch’s eyes widened and the others stared. “All slaves have pet names. Like Cachorro.”

“… Great. Just what I need.” Hotch sighed, rolling his eyes.

“He’s already got a lot of names!” Morgan said.

“Oh?” Winters asked with a grin.

“Just ask Garcia.” Rossi chuckled, and Hotch glared at the man.

“Such as?” Winters asked.

“Boss man.” Prentiss announced.

“Batman.” Rossi chuckled.

“The Hotchinator!” Morgan laughed.

“What?!” Hotch blurted, staring at Morgan as though his nose had just fallen off.

“One of Garcia’s nicknames for you.” Morgan explained.

“That’s my favorite.” Rossi announced. “I just didn’t wanna be the one to say it.”

The group laughed at Hotch’s expense, and the man rolled his eyes.

“Well, I don’t think I could use any of those.” Winters snickered.

“How about… Zorro?”

“No.” Hotch snorted, giving Morgan a look.

“Osito.” Prentiss offered.

“Huh?” Hotch asked.

“Reid is Cachorro… it means ‘Pup’. Osito is basically a baby bear.”

“Do I look like a baby bear to you?!” Hotch demanded.

“… Teddy?”

“Shut up, Dave!”

“HAH!” Morgan laughed, grinning. “Okay okay… How about… The Warrior.”

“How about you stay out of this!” Hotch snorted.

“Captain America?”

“Dave…”

“I know, I know… Shut up. And I say no, to that. Respect your elders, Aaron.”

“Uhg…” Hotch sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Does Reid have any pet names for you, Hotch?” Emily asked.

“We can’t use any pet names Cachorro has for him! It will give us away!” Winters exclaimed.

“Doesn’t matter.” Hotch said. “He’s not the type to make up pet names. He doesn’t have any for me. And even if he did, I sure as hell wouldn’t tell YOU people!”

“Oh. Ouch.” Prentiss said, wincing dramatically. Morgan and Rossi chuckled.

“Focus, please.” Hotch said, rolling his eyes. Again.

“Right. Make up pet names for Hotch!” Morgan announced, grinning. Hotch gave the man a look. “And I know JUST who to recruit.”

“Huh?” Hotch asked, as Morgan opened the laptop. “Wait, what?! Morgan! NO!”

“Hey there, crime fighters.” Garcia called over the webcam, smiling. “What can I do ya for?”

“Nothing.” Hotch said quickly.

“We need to come up with pet names for Hotch, Baby Girl.” Morgan announced, and JJ appeared next to Garcia.

“Wow. That would explain Hotch’s desire to get rid of us as soon as we’re called.” The liaison laughed.

“How about… The Panther…” Garcia suggested, and made a clawing motion with her fingers. “Mrow.”

Morgan laughed as Hotch leaned back in his seat and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I think Hotch is vetoing that one, Garcia.” Prentiss laughed.

“How about… Medium Well.”

“What?!” Hotch blurted.

“… Reid being Medium RARE… nice and tender and pink, you know?” And she winked at the Unit Chief. Hotch just GAPED at her.

“I think you’re on thin ice, Kitten.” Rossi announced, grinning. JJ was grinning and trying not to laugh.

“Okay… How about… Stone.” The petite blonde suggested.

“Steel?” Emily added.

“AK-47.” Garcia giggled.

“Glock!” Morgan announced.

“12 Gauge.” Rossi offered.

“ENOUGH!!!” Hotch groaned, and Winters just sat there, shaking in his suppressed laughter.

“I dunno. I have a feeling that this Spencer kid of yours would like the name ’12 Gauge’…” The man laughed, and Hotch glared.

“Don’t you start, too!”

“… I second the vote for 12 Gauge!” Garcia giggled.

“NO.” Hotch said firmly.

“… Knight. For Reid’s Knight in Shining Armor?”

“More like a Knight in a business suit with a shining neck tie.” Rossi chuckled.

“… I should have flown commercial.” Hotch groaned.

“How about ‘Eagle’.” JJ suggested.

“No.” Winters said immediately. “Coronado has a slave named ‘Aguilo’.”

“… Eagle.” Prentiss sighed.

“How many does he have?” Hotch asked, desperate to change the subject.

“Four regulars.” Winters said. “Preciosa, Aguilo, Jaguar, and Paloma. He just bought a new one right before he bought Cachorro earlier this summer. Sirena.”

“Mermaid.” Prentiss translated.

“Ooh! Ooh! Rock Lobster!” Morgan announced.

“ROCK LOBSTER!!!” The rest of the team cried, and Hotch went for Rossi’s Go Bag, knowing he would find a flask inside.

Reid sat on the grass of the lawn, shivering in fright. Several yards to his left, stood a jaguar. Several yards to his right stood Coronado. The jaguar was snarling and Coronado was calling to him, “Cahorro! Come to Master!”

But Reid huddled down where he was. He didn’t want to go to Coronado. But he didn’t want to go to the jaguar either… maybe if he didn’t move… if he waited long enough, another option would present itself.

“… He’s not coming, Cachorro.” Coronado said. “Agent Hotchner isn’t coming. And even if he is… he won’t get here in time.”

“… In time for what?” Reid asked.

“In time to save you.” Coronado said. And with those words, the jaguar let out a scream and charged. Reid froze, eyes wide, then cried out in his fear and bolted, running for Coronado. The man opened his arms and Reid threw himself into his chest. He was enveloped in those powerful arms and the jaguar faded. Then, the man’s hands were roaming over his skin, and lips claimed his own. Reid groaned as one of the hands fisted his erection and began to stroke it teasingly.

“You see, Cachorro? In my arms, you are safe… in my arms… you feel good…” Coronado hissed into his ear.

“Ohhh…” Reid sighed, eyelids fluttering.

“Reid!” He blinked at the call. “… REID!”

“… Aaron?” Perking up, Reid turned. And then he saw him. “Aaron!” He cried in excitement. His lover was running across the lawn towards him, eyes bright at the sight of his little mate, but burning at the man holding the youth. But then, a jaguar streaked past Reid and Coronado, an eagle soaring with him.

“… AARON!!!” Reid screamed, and a little dove settled on Coronado’s shoulder, cooing. Hotch skidded to a stop, eyes wide, but the jaguar leapt through the air and seized the man in his claws.

“NO!!!” Reid cried, thrashing. “NO!!! AARON, NO!!!” He watched in horror as the cat’s jaws found his lover’s throat. Hotch crashed to the ground, struggling desperately to get the cat off of his neck. The eagle shrieked and dove, and then sunk his outstretched talons into the man’s unprotected eyes. Hotch, with the jaguar crushing his throat, was unable to scream… But Reid was doing enough screaming for the both of them.

Then, finally, the eagle and the jaguar backed away. Reid wrenched himself out of Coronado’s arms and ran towards the man on the ground. He fell to his knees and tears poured down his face as he took in the sight of the man’s ruined face.

“… Aaron…?” He whimpered. He reached a hand up to check for a pulse, but it stopped several inches away. There was no throat left to check a pulse on… His eyes were bloody sockets of shredded flesh, and his face was covered in scratches. Hands shaking, he reached up and laid his palms on the man’s cheeks.

“No… Oh, Aaron, no… no no no… You can’t… you… no…” And he dropped his head to the man’s still chest and sobbed. He didn’t know how long he sat there, but the fluttering of wings made him look up. The dove was perched beside Hotch’s left hand. Reid’s eyes widened when the little bird plucked the ring off of the man’s hand and fluttered away. She landed on Coronado’s right shoulder. Reid stared at the man. The eagle was perched on the man’s left shoulder, and he was scratching the jaguar’s head with his left hand. His right, he held open. The dove dropped the ring into the hand. Coronado was smiling.

“Thank you, Paloma.” He said. Behind Coronado, the dove, the eagle and the jaguar sat Preciosa and Sirena, calmly watching the scene unfold from a stone bench. “Come, Cachorro. It is time to say goodbye.”

“What?” Reid gasped.

“He is gone. And so is that life. Your home is with us now. It is time to say goodbye to him.” Coronado said. Eyes wide, Reid turned and looked back down at the body of his lover.

“No… I don’t… I don’t want to… I…” Slowly, he leaned down and gently caressed the cooling lips with his own, his entire body trembling in his grief. “I want to go with you…” But a moment later, there was a hand on his shoulder and he was pulled away from the body. “No!!! Aaron!!!” He cried, but he was dragged away. “Aaron! AARON!!!” Jaguars began leaping over the walls and surrounded the body, snarling loudly as they began to feast on the still-warm flesh.

Reid was dragged into the house, screaming.

And then he woke, screaming.

Reid bolted upright, gasping and shaking, tears streaming down his face. He stared around at the library, and the startled look on Paloma’s face as she froze mid-step.

“Cachorro!” Coronado gasped, and pulled Reid into his lap, holding him tightly and stroking his face, wet with sweat and tears. “Cachorro… shhh… It was a bad dream… Everything is fine… shhhh…”

Trembling, Reid buried himself into Coronado’s arms, hiding his face in the man’s chest. And then he just sat there and cried… first it was as he got over the fear of the dream… And then he cried over the fact that the comforting arms around him were not Aaron’s…
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