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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 9

The Sanctuary went silent. People were frozen in horror. A low growl was heard, and the beast lashed his tail, furling his wings just enough to step through the door.

“Mary, Mother of God…” The priest gasped. The Agents all raised their guns and aimed at the demon.

“The weapons of man cannot harm me… you should already know this…” Came the deep rumble of his voice.

David Rossi blinked at that, and his eyes widened. And as Hotch ordered the demon to “Stop right there!”, he popped out his clip and turned to the priest.

“Father… Bless them!” Rossi gasped, holding out his clip. The priest stared down at the object in the man’s hands, and then nodded. He thrust his hand into the small basin of water near him, and flung the drop of Holy Water over the gun and clip both, gasping out prayers of blessing, protection and invoking the Holy Spirit to make Holy the weapons in the agent’s hands, ending with a shaking “In nomine patris, et fili, et spiritus sancti. Amen.”

Rossi whirled, slamming the clip back into his sidearm. Asmodai was halfway down the aisle. Rossi moved through the crowd of Agents and stood right in front, placing himself directly between the predator and his prey.

“This is your only warning.” Rossi said, his voice ringing in the ears of everyone present. “Leave now. This is a House of God, and you are not welcome here.”

“Stand down, mortal…” The demon chuckled. “I shall take what I came for and leave.”

BANG!!!

Screams were drowned out by the roar of pain. Asmodai stumbled, clawing at his chest. Dark blood flowed from the wound that was beginning to hiss as though it were filled with acid. Rossi took firm steps forwards, pursuing the demon as he stumbled back.

“Y-You… DARE?!” Asmodai shrieked.

“Damn straight I do.” Rossi snarled, and pulled the trigger again. The demon let out another scream, then turned, dropping to all fours, and fleeing. For a moment, all was quiet, save for the sounds of the storm. Then, the people in the church began to cheer.

Rossi slowly lowered his gun and turned to the face the rest of the team.

“… How did you do that?” Morgan demanded, eyes wide.

“Father Marelli blessed my gun and bullets with Holy Water.” Rossi said with a crooked smile.

“… And it hurt him.” Scully breathed. “The wounds didn’t just heal themselves.”

Rossi nodded, then looked past her. Hotch and Garcia were helping Reid to his feet, and Reid quickly threw his arms around Hotch’s neck, burying his face into the man’s shoulder. Hotch held him for a bit until his agent calmed down. Then Reid turned.

“Rossi… you said he blessed the gun and bullets with Holy Water?”

“Yeah.”

“… It hurt him…” Reid murmured. “I wonder if it could kill him…”

“Only one way to find out.” Mulder said with a grin, and a moment later the priest was moving down a line of guns, clips and bullets, blessing them all.

“Alright.” Hotch said, facing his team plus two as the priest blessed their weapons. “He affected all of his past victims in here. So I want them all to STAY here until sun up so he doesn’t have the chance to abduct them.”

“And then tomorrow night, we set a trap.” Reid growled. The team looked at him.

“How?” Prentiss asked.

“We need to find a place wide open for him to find the bait.” Reid said calmly. “We hide agents around the perimeter. And then the bait lures him in.”

“The bait being you.” Rossi sighed, folding his arms. Reid nodded.

“And how will you lure him in?” Scully asked.

“… I relive the attacks. Let it all… take over. And then wait.” Reid explained.

“No way, kid.” Morgan said, shaking his head. “No way are we letting this sunnuvabitch get you again.”

“Hey!” Garcia growled. “Watch your mouth. You’re in a church!” Rossi and Prentiss met amused smirks.

Reid smiled at his team. “This is the best plan we have. We know we have to lure him with a victim. And we can’t use a civilian. So either we LET him take new victims or we offer him one on a silver platter with a trap.”

“… Alright.” Mulder said with a nod. “But we’re going to have choppers on standby this time. When do we do this?”

“… Tomorrow.” Reid said firmly.

The team spent all night planning and all day the next day preparing. They chose a stretch of beach and closed it down for the day. Five wallows were dug in the sand and lined with tarps, with another tarp was draped over and covered in sand. When the time came to lure in the demon, a fully grown man would be able to hide completely. Morgan insisted on being in one of the wallows, as did Prentiss.

Several SWAT snipers had been given rifles with tranquilizer darts, emptied of the drug and refilled with Holy Water. They were positioned on rooftops overlooking the beach.

Hiding places at the edge of the beach were prepared in the dense foliage. Three helicopters were ready and waiting, one of them less than a mile away.

The team went to a little pizza place for dinner. Everyone had gone back for seconds when Mulder realized that Reid had hardly eaten a thing.

“Walk with me…” The man said, looking at the youth. Reid stared at him, then nodded and got up. Hotch watched them go with a small sigh.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” Mulder said as he and Reid stood outside off the little restaurant, staring at the storm clouds rolling in.

“Yes I do. I have to face him. And I have to stop him.”

“You’re scared.”

“Wouldn’t you be?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not letting him win.” Reid said.

“What if he gets away with you?”

“… Then I endure.” Reid said. “Just like before. I’m not going to let him keep hunting people like this.” He looked up when a hand gripped his shoulder.

“If you want to back out, don’t be afraid to.” Mulder said.

“I don’t want to do this.” Reid admitted. “But I would rather do this then hear that he’s taken another innocent. We need to end this.”

“Then we will.” Mulder told him, and they went back inside where Reid was finally able to get a little something into his stomach. And before he knew it, it was time. They were standing on the edge of the beach where the grass ended and the sand began. Agents were running over the beach, checking to verify that the agents hidden in the little sand wallows couldn’t be seen, but they could see where Reid would be.

The young agent stuffed the little earpiece into his ear and checked his microphone. “Are you getting me, Garcia?”

“Good to go, kiddo.” Garcia responded. Reid turned and found himself facing the priest, who felt the need to anoint the agent with oil on his forehead and mutter several blessings over him.

When he was finished and hurried away, Reid turned and leaned towards Rossi, murmuring “Is the Holy Oil supposed to burn?”

“Yes. The oil does burn a bit.”

“Oh good. So I’m NOT damned.” Reid snorted, and Rossi chuckled.

“Are you ready?” Hotch asked, walking up to Reid. Reid stared him in the eye and nodded.

“Yes.” He said.

“… Alright.” The Unit Chief said, then pulled Reid close and hugged him tightly. “Just remember. We’re all with you.”

“I know.” Reid mumbled, and the pair shared a small kiss; the priest looked startled. “I love you.”

“Be careful, Spencer.” Hotch said, then watched as Reid turned and walked out onto the sand, feeling it shift beneath his bare feet. He was in loose khaki pants, a white t-shirt and a white button up shirt that was left open. The St Raphael medal rested on his chest, hidden under his shirt and he fidgeted with the ring on his finger, twirling it around. The wind picked up and lightning lit up the clouds several miles away. Reid counted softly.

“One Mississippi… Two Mississippi… Three Mississippi… Four Missi—“ He stopped as a soft rumble was heard. The wind whipped his hair out of his face and his shirt fluttered. He walked further down the beach, passing by one of the wallows.

Finally, he reached the middle of the beach and slowly sat down, staring out at the gray sea, whitecaps becoming more numerous as the incoming storm began to toss the water about.

Reid closed his eyes and took a deep breath, slowly lying back with his hands on the side by his head.

Hotch watched him closely through a pair of binoculars from one of the hidden vantage points. His heart was pounding.

“Aaron?” Rossi asked. “You okay?”

“No.” Hotch said, face lined in concern. “I’ve just offered up my agent as a sacrificial lamb to stop a creature that… we may not be able to stop.”

“It’s his choice, Aaron. He knows what he’s doing.”

“That doesn’t make this any easier for me to watch. I know he’s scared. And I want to be there with him.”

“I know.” Rossi said with a nod. “You want to protect him.”

Out on the beach, Reid was staring straight up at the swirling clouds. He took a moment to relax his body, and then he began.

He thought back to that nigh in the park, when he had been plucked from the grass and carried away, claws shredding his clothing and stripping him naked. He remembered being dazed and confused, cuddling close to the demon’s body for warmth as hands stroked over his skin.

He remembered the euphoria of the free fall mixed with the lust that the demon had ignited within him. He shivered and moaned softly as he remembered that first orgasm. He remembered waking in the demon’s lair, and the initial scuffle that ended with him on his hands and knees, body lit with desire with the mere touch of a finger running down his spine. Then he shuddered and groaned as he remembered the pain and pleasure of the beast stabbing his erect penis into his body in a single, brutal stroke. He writhed on the sand as he remembered the orgasm that the vicious attack brought him to… He whimpered as he fell into the memory of licking the demon’s length clean of blood and semen while the beast’s tail pumped in and out of his tortured passage.

And when the demon had climaxed into his mouth, he had been thrown down, his legs wrenched apart and that thick erection had plunged into his battered body again, bringing him to yet another orgasm.

Reid threw his head back and cried out, sliding his own hand between his legs and beginning to massage himself through his pants.

His mind drifted to the second time… To the choice he made. And once he had made it, the demon had taken him midflight.

Reid’s eyes fluttered as the rain began to fall. And in moments, his trembling body was drenched. He arched his back as he remembered the sensations of flight entwined with the excruciating pain of the rough thrusts into his body.

“… Reid, are you okay?” He vaguely heard Hotch ask through the bud in his ear. Reid tried to answer, but he couldn’t summon the control to do so… he couldn’t rein in the lust flooding his form.

His mind flashed back to his second time in the beast’s den. He remembered swallowing the demon’s erection while a long, thick tongue wormed its way into his bloodied passage, making him scream in ecstasy as he climaxed again and again…

“Reid?!” Hotch called insistently, but Reid didn’t hear him. He was lost in the overwhelming pleasure, his sexual energy pulsing with every beat of his heart, acting as a beacon to the diabolical entity hunting him.

The demon sensed it… the boy’s body was calling to him. And he would answer the call. He had no choice. His own lust and desire flared, and Reid screamed out into the rain as his own pleasure echoed the demon’s. In fact, that was all it took to push him over the edge. Had he been in his right mind, he would have been mortified that he had just cum in his pants with Morgan and Prentiss only a couple of yards away, not to mention the dozen other FBI and SWAT Agents keeping an eye on him.

His fingers twitched as he slowly began to come down from his sexual high, and he gave a quavery moan.

“I HAVE A VISUAL!” A voice suddenly shouted in his ear. “STRAIGHT UP!” Reid’s eyes snapped open, and all he could do was stare as his vision was overtaken by the sight of the demon literally dropping from the sky straight down on top of him.

“REID, MOVE!!” Morgan shouted over the radio.

But he couldn’t. His body was frozen in terror as he watched the outstretched talons com closer. Then he shut his eyes. A moment later there was a loud thud and he was showered in sand. He could feel the rain on his legs, but his torso was being shielded from it. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes. He stared up at the demon crouched over him, the talons of his feet digging into the sand on either side of his biceps, pinning him down with his feet.

The demon cocked his head slowly, a droplet of water dripping off of the tip of one of his horns and falling onto Reid’s cheek. He had his elbows braced on his knees, and his wings rustled slightly, sending water showering around them.

“… Hotch… what do we do…” Morgan breathed.

“For now wait… if we move in now, Reid is at his mercy…” Hotch ordered.

Reid swallowed when the demon reached out, gently trailing a finger down his face, and he gasped and moaned when he felt the pressure of the beast’s tail rub over his groin.

“You called me back…” The demon hissed. “On purpose...”

“… So what if I did?” Reid asked. Asmodai chuckled, seizing the front of Reid’s shirt and stepping back, jerking the boy to his feet. Then, human and diabolical stared one another in the eye.

“Did you really think you could catch me off guard with your trap?” Asmodai asked. “I can sense souls. I can sense each and every one of the men and women surrounding us. You offered yourself up as bait to lure me in.” Reid stared at the demon and didn’t say a word. “I will have you again regardless, little one.” And he pulled Reid into his chest and crushed his lips to Reid’s, ravaging his mouth with his tongue and his body with his hands.

Reid struggled at first, but as he was overcome by desire, he couldn’t help but begin to respond favorably. Hotch’s eyes widened as he watched through the binoculars, and he fumbled with the radio.

“ALL UNITS GO!!!” He ordered, and charged towards the beach, Mulder and Rossi on either side of him.

Morgan leapt from his hiding place first.

“GET THE FUCK OFF HIM!!!” He shouted, and tackled the demon.

But Asmodai was ready. He whirled, holding Reid close with one arm, and caught Morgan by the throat with the other. He turned to face Prentiss charging at him. He flared a wing and curled it under, laying Reid in the webbing of it, and caught Emily with his freed hand. He flung both Agents up the beach.

Hotch threw himself forwards, ducking and rolling as Morgan flew over his head and slammed into Mulder with a loud “OW!!!”

He landed in a crouch, facing Asmodai. The demon was on all fours, Reid cradled in the folds of his wing, looking to be asleep.

“Spencer! Wake up!” Hotch called, and the demon felt Reid twitch. “Snap out of it!”

“He’s mine whenever I want him to be.”

“Like Hell he is!” Hotch snarled back. The demon chuckled.

“Exactly. And Hell is where I am taking him.” Asmodai announced, suddenly.

“… What?”

“He summoned me. Intentionally and of his own free will.” The diabolical explained. “That gives me claim. He belongs to me.”

Hotch felt his heart freeze in his chest. “No… No, you can’t. I won’t let you!” And he raised his gun and fired.

The demon let out a chilling shriek as the bullet ripped through his shoulder, leaving a burning hole through his body. The Holy Water and blessing worked; the wound burned as though acid had been poured into it. A moment later, Reid slid out of the limp wing and came to rest on the sand.

“Oh, here we go!” Morgan announced. “Put your ugly ass hands where we can see ‘em!” The demon raised his head and stared. A dozen FBI Agents were aiming their weapons at him, and beyond them, another dozen SWAT.

“And I guarantee you…” Rossi said. “They’ll all hurt like that one.”

“And this one will just add insult to injury.” Came a hiss, and all eyes turned down. Reid was lying on his back, but had pulled his revolver and was pressing the barrel into the demon’s genitals.

Asmodai froze, and his eyes widened.

“You wouldn’t dare.” He gasped. Reid pulled back the hammer, and smirked.

“Try me.”

“Step away from him. NOW!” Mulder ordered, and after a moment Asmodai began to back away, his hands in their air. Reid stood, and with the others, began to move around. But suddenly, the demon smirked, and smoke curled from his lips. Then, his eyes blazed red and he let out a deafening roar, spewing flames from his mouth. Before their eyes he began to change.

His mocha skin darkened to nearly black and his face elongated to resemble something more like a hyena. His teeth and talons grew long and curved, spikes burst out of his skin running down his spine and all the way to the tip of his tail and his clawed feet became heavy cloven hooves. He grew in size to nearly ten feet tall and instead of curling up, his horns moved to curve forwards in the perfect position to gore someone. Then he threw open his wings and the webbing flared up as if they had been drenched in gasoline and lit on fire. The fire then spread through his hair and down his spine and tail, surrounding the spikes.

“Oh my God…” Prentiss breathed, and the agents couldn’t help but squirm as the feeling of being in the presence of a being of pure evil made their skin crawl.

“… FIRE!” Rossi howled, and the beach was filled with sounds of gunfire, drowning out the sounds of the waves and the rain. The demon let out a deafening shriek, stumbling back as he was filled with lead. With every step, his prints were left burning in his wake, until he stumbled back into the water. Even then the team pursued him, pulling the triggers over and over and over…

The water was up to their chests, and then they reached the sand bar, climbing onto it, the water barely reached their knees. They pursued the beast until the sandbar dropped off, and with a final shriek, he fell back and disappeared beneath the waves, leaving naught but a plume of smoke floating away on their air.

The BAU and X Files Agents all stood there, dripping wet.

“… Is it dead?” Morgan asked.

“No…” Rossi growled. “No way it’s that easy.”

“But how do we know?” Scully asked. “Will he leave a body?”

“We don’t know.” Mulder said. “There’s no way to know.”

“But we have to be sure.” JJ gasped, eyes wide. “We… we have to make sure he’s gone.”

“He may have just retreated.” Prentiss said.

“Or he may have surrendered and returned to Hell.” Rossi offered.

“No.” Reid said suddenly. He was shaking. “He’s still here. I can feel it…” The group all turned and silently stared down at the black waters. Lightning lit up the world for a brief moment, showing it in a tint of pinkish purple light. Then it all went dark, and a peal of thunder made the earth tremble.

Suddenly, the water erupted before Reid, and white spray flew into the air.

“REID!” Hotch shouted, watching as something long, thin and sinewy curled up over Reid’s head, and then with a snap, coiled around his neck.

“HRRK!” Was all Reid managed to choke out, and his gun fell from his hand as he reached up and clawed at the demon’s tail. But in the blink of an eye, he had been jerked under the water and dragged off of the sandbar and into the black depths. Reid opened his eyes, despite the sting of the salt water, and found himself staring up into two golden glows.

He saw the sillouhette of the demon as the lightning lit up and waters above him, and a moment later his body was pinned to the sandy bottom of the sea, and his ears were popping under the pressure. He closed his eyes and thrashed, desperate for breath. But he could not escape the hands that held him in an iron grip. And as he felt the lips cover his own, and the tongue making its way into his mouth, his eyes rolled back and everything faded to black.

The last thing he heard was the faint sound of his lover calling his name, the sound barely making it to his ears through the water.

“SPENCER?!” Hotch shouted over the waves. “SPENCER!!! GOD!!! PLEASE!!!”

Prentiss and Rossi looked at each other.

“We pray.” Rossi said in a rough voice, and the man and woman both made the Sign of the Cross over themselves and began to do just that; pray.

JJ fell to her knees, hands clasped before her as tears flooded down her cheeks, and she began to rock herself slightly, praying between her terrified sobs.

“Divers…” Morgan was gasping. “We should have had divers out here!”

“Agent Hotchner, stop! What are you doing?!” Scully gasped, seizing the man by the arm.

“I have to go after him!” Hotch insisted, but a moment later Mulder was holding his other arm.

“You can’t!” Mulder grunted, struggling with the Unit Chief.

“Let go of me, Agents! That’s an ORDER!!!”

“With all due respect, SSA Hotchner…” Mulder snapped. “… No.”

Abruptly, the water exploded outwards and Hotch stumbled back. The team watched as dark wings caught the wind, and with a powerful down-sweep, Asmodai was airborne. Lightning lit up the clouds, and the team got one glimpse of the demon in flight, Reid clutched in his claws, hanging limp.

And they could only watch as he was carried away from them again, in the arms of a creature that would only put him through pain and suffering…

Choppers combed over the wetlands. There were four of them, each carrying two Agents. This time the chase was different; it was frantic, and no one quite knew why, other than the Unit Chief… And he was feeling sick to his stomach. The demon had said that he was taking Reid to hell with him… And somehow, Hotch knew that if he didn’t find Reid, he had lost him for good.

They searched for hours, but came up empty. Finally, as sunrise approached, Rossi and Mulder ordered everyone to return to the beach.

And so there they stood in silence, all waiting, hoping, PRAYING, for Reid to be returned to them.

None noticed Hotch tracing a finger over his gun. If Asmodai had taken Reid to the bowels of Hell itself, he was prepared to go after him… by any means necessary…
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