Blood So Sweet
Title: Blood So Sweet
Author: drabbles_by_v
Characters/Pairings: Hotch/Reid
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Word Count: 2,206
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine and I'm making no profit by playing with their characters.
Warnings: explicit sex, blood, vampirism
Summary: Written for the kink!meme prompt, "Hotch/Reid; vampire!fic (just started watching True Blood)"
Author's Note: This takes place in the True Blood 'verse (though no crossover), so the vampire canon is taken from there. If you aren't familiar with it, that's okay, it really isn't that important. The things to know are that vampires can't leave their resting places during daylight, their blood can heal people quickly, they can move at superhuman speed, and they are linked to people who have consumed their blood and can feel their emotions and locate them.
Story notes: Because working it into the prose of the story was just annoying and bogged it down (since this is about sex, not boring plot XD): Hotch is a vampire. He joined up with the BAU as a sort of rogue agent who helped them at night. Eventually an exception was made and he was allowed to officially become an agent and travel with them. Obviously he hooks up with Reid.
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Hotch’s eyes flew open when he heard the whisper of terror in his mind and every muscle in his body tensed as his fangs snapped out. He snarled and lifted his hands to push the door of his coffin open, but he could still smell the daylight. Reid was in danger. His Reid was in danger. Rage coursed through his body and he glared upwards. Not long until sunset. Hang on! he begged. I’ll be there soon!
The exact second that the sun sank down behind the horizon Hotch burst out from the coffin and ran from the hotel. He could smell Reid’s blood, hear his racing heart, still feel the terror, growing in intensity, all of them leading him through the darkened streets of Chicago down to an empty warehouse. He broke the door in and took just a blink to survey the situation.
Reid was tied in a corner, his ankles bound together and his wrists behind his back. There was a gag tied around his head and he was resting against the wall. There was a man crouched over him holding a gun to his neck, whispering obscene things.
Hotch growled. No one else was allowed to do those things to Reid, much less even say them. He charged forward and grabbed the man’s collar and hauled him back. The gun went off and Hotch heard Reid’s muffled cry as he grabbed the weapon and threw it across the room. He hauled the man across the room and threw him to the floor so hard that he was immediately unconscious. He took the briefest of moments to handcuff him to a support beam before rushing back to Reid.
The bullet had gone through his side and he was curled on the floor, shaking.
“Hang on, hang on,” Hotch said, trying to keep Reid focused on him. “I’m here, hang on.” He ripped the ties from his ankles and wrists and tore off the gag.
Reid immediately gasped for breath and reached out to grip Hotch’s shirt.
Hotch then saw to the wound. It wasn’t mortal, but it was painful, and Reid was bleeding heavily. He shook his head to clear it from the intoxicating smell and bit into his own wrist before holding it to Reid’s mouth.
Reid immediately latched on and drank. While he did, Hotch pulled out his cell phone and speed-dialed Morgan.
“Please tell me you have him,” was the first thing Morgan said.
“Yes,” Hotch said. “He’s safe. The unsub is handcuffed.” He gave Morgan the address and then hung up as he felt Reid’s grip on his arm relax. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Reid looked up at him. “Ten minutes earlier wouldn’t have hurt,” he said.
Hotch felt relief wash over him and he immediately leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to Reid’s lips. “I can’t control the sun,” he said as he pulled back.
“I know,” Reid said. He shifted and hissed. “Fuck,” he whispered.
“What happened?” Hotch asked.
“He got a jump on me,” Reid said. “Is Morgan coming?”
Hotch nodded.
Reid stood up and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth to try and tidy up some of the blood. He walked over to the man, still holding a hand to his side, but Hotch knew the wound was healing quickly. When he got there, he glared down at him and proceeded to recite the man’s Miranda rights.
Hotch stayed to the side and watched. He wanted nothing better than to go rip that man’s head off for treating his Reid as he had, but he restrained himself and instead listened to his lover’s voice.
Morgan was there within minutes and shoving the man into the back a cop car. After he slammed the door shut he turned to Reid. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Reid nodded.
Morgan then grinned. “You have a little something, right there,” he said, tapping the corner of his lips.
Reid blushed immediately and held a hand up to cover his mouth.
“Prentiss should be here soon to give you two a ride back,” Morgan said. “Unless you want to ride in the back with the psychopath.”
“I’ll pass,” Reid said dryly.
Morgan turned to Hotch. “Thank you,” he said, then climbed into the car.
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Hotch opened the door to let Reid inside. The young man immediately collapsed down onto the single queen bed. Hotch followed, sitting on the edge next to him. He reached out and stroked Reid’s hair.
Reid turned his head so one eye was visible and he looked up at Hotch. He said something that was too muffled by the covers to understand.
Hotch raised an eyebrow at him.
Reid made a frustrated noise and turned his head completely to the side. “I said thank you for saving me.”
Hotch frowned. “I wish I could have been there sooner.”
“If you hadn’t made it…”
Hotch grabbed Reid’s arm. “Don’t say that.”
Reid’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I thought I was never going to see you again, if he decided he didn’t like me.” He rolled to his side.
Hotch swallowed heavily. The unspoken “If he did like me…” hung in the air between them and he carefully lay down next to Reid, taking both of his hands and kissing them.
“You know what, though…” Reid said, and glanced up at Hotch through his eyelashes.
“Hmm?”
Reid’s voice lowered. “You have no idea how much perspective a near-death experience can give someone.”
“Yeah?” Hotch asked, a grin spreading over his face. “Why don’t you tell me about that?”
Reid was starting to get a familiar glint in his eyes. “It makes you think about what’s important,” he said.
Hotch lifted himself up onto one arm and leaned over Reid, who rolled onto his back. Hotch leaned down so their lips were just barely touching. “What’s that?” he asked, nipping at Reid’s lower lip.
Reid smirked. “Like fucking the living daylights out of you,” he said, puncturing his words with kisses.
Hotch smirked back. “Someone already sucked those out.”
“Then,” Reid said, lifting his hips and sliding his leg up around Hotch’s and speaking in a husky whisper, “How about you fuck them out of me instead?”
Hotch made a predatory growl and grabbed Reid’s body and pinned him to the bed with his own before capturing his lips in a kiss. He felt Reid grinding their groins together, felt his young lover’s erection through the layers of fabric and his fangs slid out.
Reid felt them and chuckled into the kiss. “Gonna bite me?”
“You know I am,” Hotch said and pushed himself up onto his knees, pinning Reid’s arms over his head with one hand and reaching down with his other to undo the human’s belt and pants. He slipped his hand under the clothing and grabbed Reid’s cock, rubbing.
Reid’s head tossed back and his eyes closed, his hips pushing up against Hotch’s touch.
“I will say one thing for near-death experiences,” Hotch said as he worked.
Reid made a noise of approval. “What’s that?” he breathed.
Hotch leaned in close to Reid’s neck and inhaled deeply. “They make your blood so good,” he groaned, licking the skin right over the carotid.
Reid laughed breathlessly. “Why, because of the adrenaline?”
“Exactly,” Hotch said, letting his fangs scrape lightly against the skin. He felt Reid shudder beneath him and pulled away, getting a disappointed mew in response. “Patience,” he soothed as he pulled his shirt off. He felt Reid’s hands on his slacks, undoing the button and zipper with nimble fingers and pulling the offending garment down. Hotch helped him and stripped out of the pants, throwing them on the floor, before turning to Reid’s shirt.
He undid the buttons one by one, nipping at each new patch of skin as he worked his way down. Sometimes he bit hard enough to break the skin, sometimes not. Reid’s fingers worked their way into his hair and gripped tightly. His chest was starting to heave.
When Hotch got the last button undone he pushed the shirt all the way open and coaxed Reid into lifting his hips up so he could push the pants down and he licked down the trail of fine dark hairs that started on his belly. He stopped before he touched his lover’s cock and moved to the side to focus on his hip, right on that soft spot below where the bone jutted out. He kissed and sucked while he rubbed Reid’s thighs before biting down. He heard Reid hiss as he lapped at the blood before shifting even lower. He spread his lover’s legs apart and pressed his lips to the inside of his thigh. He heard Reid whimper in anticipation as soon as he picked a good spot and lingered there, feeling the blood throb beneath his tongue. He sank his teeth in slowly and drank. The blood was intoxicating-spicy with adrenaline, sweet with love, and hot with arousal. Hotch moaned.
It took a good amount of effort to pull away but he did so with a gasp and looked up into Reid’s eyes, licking his lips slowly. He saw Reid mimic the movement subconsciously and he smirked before lowering his head once again and licking all the way up the length of Reid’s cock.
Reid’s head fell back and he gasped out his approval as Hotch licked and sucked, carefully pulling his teeth back as he did. This was not a place for fangs, but instead lips and tongue and the back of his throat, which Reid loved oh so much.
When he had his lover trembling beneath him, Hotch stopped. He returned to the wound on the inside of his thigh and licked up a trail of blood before crawling forward and claiming Reid’s lips in a heated kiss.
“Take me,” Reid begged as he pulled away.
Hotch leaned in and licked the blood away from his lips. “Very well,” he murmured, reaching down and stroking himself as he swung off the bed, dashing to his bag and back in just a heartbeat to get the lube.
In no time at all he was pressing his fingers into his human’s body, crooking them in just the way he liked, making him moan and cry out his name.
“Are you ready?” he teased.
“Fuck, Aaron!” Reid growled. “Just-ah!-fuck me already!”
Hotch chuckled to himself and then, moving as fast as he could, pulled his fingers away and drove his cock all the way into Reid’s body.
Reid yelled and his hands shot up to Hotch’s shoulder to hang on as his lover slammed into him with as much force as he could stand. His fingers dug into the vampire’s skin and he knew he was drawing blood. He arched his back up and spread his legs, lifting them back so Hotch could lean down further.
Hotch had to close his eyes as he moved, losing himself to the smell of the blood and the sound of the pulse and the way Reid’s body was so hot and alive around him, drawing him in. He could feel the heartbeat everywhere and the way it spread through his own body, echoes from the human’s pounding heart, almost made him feel like he had his own. He gasped out his lover’s name over and over. “I want you from behind,” he gasped.
Reid immediately stilled and shifted so Hotch could pull out and flip him around. He rested his head on his arms and looked back at Hotch over his shoulder, inviting.
Hotch nearly lost himself then and there just looking into the honey brown eyes but he controlled himself and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Reid’s shoulder blade while he gripped himself and pressed in again.
He took his time speeding up, making Reid beg for it until he was nearly crying, before really laying into him. Then Reid tilted his head to the side and Hotch knew exactly what he wanted. He could see the artery pulsing there, hot and red just below the skin and it made him dizzy with desire. He leaned in and sank his fangs in.
The sound that Reid made was sublime. One of his hands shot back to wrap around Hotch’s head and pull him closer as he drank and every muscle in his body tensed. He sobbed in ecstasy and choked out his lover’s name and then he was coming, hard and hot, and all the while Hotch drank. The blood always got so sweet when his lover came.
Hotch pulled away and licked his lips before catching the blood that still came from the wound, but not pulling any more out. He was close. He pressed his face against Reid’s neck and took a deep breath through his nose.
The smell of the blood did him in and he shoved himself deep into his human, shooting his dead seed into him.
They recovered together, panting for breath and with Hotch pressing sweet kisses to all of the new marks he’d made.
“Morgan’s going to give me that look tomorrow,” Reid finally said.
“Let him,” Hotch said, catching his lips with his own.
Author: drabbles_by_v
Characters/Pairings: Hotch/Reid
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Word Count: 2,206
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine and I'm making no profit by playing with their characters.
Warnings: explicit sex, blood, vampirism
Summary: Written for the kink!meme prompt, "Hotch/Reid; vampire!fic (just started watching True Blood)"
Author's Note: This takes place in the True Blood 'verse (though no crossover), so the vampire canon is taken from there. If you aren't familiar with it, that's okay, it really isn't that important. The things to know are that vampires can't leave their resting places during daylight, their blood can heal people quickly, they can move at superhuman speed, and they are linked to people who have consumed their blood and can feel their emotions and locate them.
Story notes: Because working it into the prose of the story was just annoying and bogged it down (since this is about sex, not boring plot XD): Hotch is a vampire. He joined up with the BAU as a sort of rogue agent who helped them at night. Eventually an exception was made and he was allowed to officially become an agent and travel with them. Obviously he hooks up with Reid.
---
Hotch’s eyes flew open when he heard the whisper of terror in his mind and every muscle in his body tensed as his fangs snapped out. He snarled and lifted his hands to push the door of his coffin open, but he could still smell the daylight. Reid was in danger. His Reid was in danger. Rage coursed through his body and he glared upwards. Not long until sunset. Hang on! he begged. I’ll be there soon!
The exact second that the sun sank down behind the horizon Hotch burst out from the coffin and ran from the hotel. He could smell Reid’s blood, hear his racing heart, still feel the terror, growing in intensity, all of them leading him through the darkened streets of Chicago down to an empty warehouse. He broke the door in and took just a blink to survey the situation.
Reid was tied in a corner, his ankles bound together and his wrists behind his back. There was a gag tied around his head and he was resting against the wall. There was a man crouched over him holding a gun to his neck, whispering obscene things.
Hotch growled. No one else was allowed to do those things to Reid, much less even say them. He charged forward and grabbed the man’s collar and hauled him back. The gun went off and Hotch heard Reid’s muffled cry as he grabbed the weapon and threw it across the room. He hauled the man across the room and threw him to the floor so hard that he was immediately unconscious. He took the briefest of moments to handcuff him to a support beam before rushing back to Reid.
The bullet had gone through his side and he was curled on the floor, shaking.
“Hang on, hang on,” Hotch said, trying to keep Reid focused on him. “I’m here, hang on.” He ripped the ties from his ankles and wrists and tore off the gag.
Reid immediately gasped for breath and reached out to grip Hotch’s shirt.
Hotch then saw to the wound. It wasn’t mortal, but it was painful, and Reid was bleeding heavily. He shook his head to clear it from the intoxicating smell and bit into his own wrist before holding it to Reid’s mouth.
Reid immediately latched on and drank. While he did, Hotch pulled out his cell phone and speed-dialed Morgan.
“Please tell me you have him,” was the first thing Morgan said.
“Yes,” Hotch said. “He’s safe. The unsub is handcuffed.” He gave Morgan the address and then hung up as he felt Reid’s grip on his arm relax. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Reid looked up at him. “Ten minutes earlier wouldn’t have hurt,” he said.
Hotch felt relief wash over him and he immediately leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to Reid’s lips. “I can’t control the sun,” he said as he pulled back.
“I know,” Reid said. He shifted and hissed. “Fuck,” he whispered.
“What happened?” Hotch asked.
“He got a jump on me,” Reid said. “Is Morgan coming?”
Hotch nodded.
Reid stood up and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth to try and tidy up some of the blood. He walked over to the man, still holding a hand to his side, but Hotch knew the wound was healing quickly. When he got there, he glared down at him and proceeded to recite the man’s Miranda rights.
Hotch stayed to the side and watched. He wanted nothing better than to go rip that man’s head off for treating his Reid as he had, but he restrained himself and instead listened to his lover’s voice.
Morgan was there within minutes and shoving the man into the back a cop car. After he slammed the door shut he turned to Reid. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Reid nodded.
Morgan then grinned. “You have a little something, right there,” he said, tapping the corner of his lips.
Reid blushed immediately and held a hand up to cover his mouth.
“Prentiss should be here soon to give you two a ride back,” Morgan said. “Unless you want to ride in the back with the psychopath.”
“I’ll pass,” Reid said dryly.
Morgan turned to Hotch. “Thank you,” he said, then climbed into the car.
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Hotch opened the door to let Reid inside. The young man immediately collapsed down onto the single queen bed. Hotch followed, sitting on the edge next to him. He reached out and stroked Reid’s hair.
Reid turned his head so one eye was visible and he looked up at Hotch. He said something that was too muffled by the covers to understand.
Hotch raised an eyebrow at him.
Reid made a frustrated noise and turned his head completely to the side. “I said thank you for saving me.”
Hotch frowned. “I wish I could have been there sooner.”
“If you hadn’t made it…”
Hotch grabbed Reid’s arm. “Don’t say that.”
Reid’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I thought I was never going to see you again, if he decided he didn’t like me.” He rolled to his side.
Hotch swallowed heavily. The unspoken “If he did like me…” hung in the air between them and he carefully lay down next to Reid, taking both of his hands and kissing them.
“You know what, though…” Reid said, and glanced up at Hotch through his eyelashes.
“Hmm?”
Reid’s voice lowered. “You have no idea how much perspective a near-death experience can give someone.”
“Yeah?” Hotch asked, a grin spreading over his face. “Why don’t you tell me about that?”
Reid was starting to get a familiar glint in his eyes. “It makes you think about what’s important,” he said.
Hotch lifted himself up onto one arm and leaned over Reid, who rolled onto his back. Hotch leaned down so their lips were just barely touching. “What’s that?” he asked, nipping at Reid’s lower lip.
Reid smirked. “Like fucking the living daylights out of you,” he said, puncturing his words with kisses.
Hotch smirked back. “Someone already sucked those out.”
“Then,” Reid said, lifting his hips and sliding his leg up around Hotch’s and speaking in a husky whisper, “How about you fuck them out of me instead?”
Hotch made a predatory growl and grabbed Reid’s body and pinned him to the bed with his own before capturing his lips in a kiss. He felt Reid grinding their groins together, felt his young lover’s erection through the layers of fabric and his fangs slid out.
Reid felt them and chuckled into the kiss. “Gonna bite me?”
“You know I am,” Hotch said and pushed himself up onto his knees, pinning Reid’s arms over his head with one hand and reaching down with his other to undo the human’s belt and pants. He slipped his hand under the clothing and grabbed Reid’s cock, rubbing.
Reid’s head tossed back and his eyes closed, his hips pushing up against Hotch’s touch.
“I will say one thing for near-death experiences,” Hotch said as he worked.
Reid made a noise of approval. “What’s that?” he breathed.
Hotch leaned in close to Reid’s neck and inhaled deeply. “They make your blood so good,” he groaned, licking the skin right over the carotid.
Reid laughed breathlessly. “Why, because of the adrenaline?”
“Exactly,” Hotch said, letting his fangs scrape lightly against the skin. He felt Reid shudder beneath him and pulled away, getting a disappointed mew in response. “Patience,” he soothed as he pulled his shirt off. He felt Reid’s hands on his slacks, undoing the button and zipper with nimble fingers and pulling the offending garment down. Hotch helped him and stripped out of the pants, throwing them on the floor, before turning to Reid’s shirt.
He undid the buttons one by one, nipping at each new patch of skin as he worked his way down. Sometimes he bit hard enough to break the skin, sometimes not. Reid’s fingers worked their way into his hair and gripped tightly. His chest was starting to heave.
When Hotch got the last button undone he pushed the shirt all the way open and coaxed Reid into lifting his hips up so he could push the pants down and he licked down the trail of fine dark hairs that started on his belly. He stopped before he touched his lover’s cock and moved to the side to focus on his hip, right on that soft spot below where the bone jutted out. He kissed and sucked while he rubbed Reid’s thighs before biting down. He heard Reid hiss as he lapped at the blood before shifting even lower. He spread his lover’s legs apart and pressed his lips to the inside of his thigh. He heard Reid whimper in anticipation as soon as he picked a good spot and lingered there, feeling the blood throb beneath his tongue. He sank his teeth in slowly and drank. The blood was intoxicating-spicy with adrenaline, sweet with love, and hot with arousal. Hotch moaned.
It took a good amount of effort to pull away but he did so with a gasp and looked up into Reid’s eyes, licking his lips slowly. He saw Reid mimic the movement subconsciously and he smirked before lowering his head once again and licking all the way up the length of Reid’s cock.
Reid’s head fell back and he gasped out his approval as Hotch licked and sucked, carefully pulling his teeth back as he did. This was not a place for fangs, but instead lips and tongue and the back of his throat, which Reid loved oh so much.
When he had his lover trembling beneath him, Hotch stopped. He returned to the wound on the inside of his thigh and licked up a trail of blood before crawling forward and claiming Reid’s lips in a heated kiss.
“Take me,” Reid begged as he pulled away.
Hotch leaned in and licked the blood away from his lips. “Very well,” he murmured, reaching down and stroking himself as he swung off the bed, dashing to his bag and back in just a heartbeat to get the lube.
In no time at all he was pressing his fingers into his human’s body, crooking them in just the way he liked, making him moan and cry out his name.
“Are you ready?” he teased.
“Fuck, Aaron!” Reid growled. “Just-ah!-fuck me already!”
Hotch chuckled to himself and then, moving as fast as he could, pulled his fingers away and drove his cock all the way into Reid’s body.
Reid yelled and his hands shot up to Hotch’s shoulder to hang on as his lover slammed into him with as much force as he could stand. His fingers dug into the vampire’s skin and he knew he was drawing blood. He arched his back up and spread his legs, lifting them back so Hotch could lean down further.
Hotch had to close his eyes as he moved, losing himself to the smell of the blood and the sound of the pulse and the way Reid’s body was so hot and alive around him, drawing him in. He could feel the heartbeat everywhere and the way it spread through his own body, echoes from the human’s pounding heart, almost made him feel like he had his own. He gasped out his lover’s name over and over. “I want you from behind,” he gasped.
Reid immediately stilled and shifted so Hotch could pull out and flip him around. He rested his head on his arms and looked back at Hotch over his shoulder, inviting.
Hotch nearly lost himself then and there just looking into the honey brown eyes but he controlled himself and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Reid’s shoulder blade while he gripped himself and pressed in again.
He took his time speeding up, making Reid beg for it until he was nearly crying, before really laying into him. Then Reid tilted his head to the side and Hotch knew exactly what he wanted. He could see the artery pulsing there, hot and red just below the skin and it made him dizzy with desire. He leaned in and sank his fangs in.
The sound that Reid made was sublime. One of his hands shot back to wrap around Hotch’s head and pull him closer as he drank and every muscle in his body tensed. He sobbed in ecstasy and choked out his lover’s name and then he was coming, hard and hot, and all the while Hotch drank. The blood always got so sweet when his lover came.
Hotch pulled away and licked his lips before catching the blood that still came from the wound, but not pulling any more out. He was close. He pressed his face against Reid’s neck and took a deep breath through his nose.
The smell of the blood did him in and he shoved himself deep into his human, shooting his dead seed into him.
They recovered together, panting for breath and with Hotch pressing sweet kisses to all of the new marks he’d made.
“Morgan’s going to give me that look tomorrow,” Reid finally said.
“Let him,” Hotch said, catching his lips with his own.