CM!AU-Five ficlets
I´ve been trying something new and I want to see if you want me to continue this. It´s a Criminal Minds!Slave!AU with focus on Master!Hotch and Convict!Reid.
I found some prompts over at comment_fic and the links lead to the comments over there.
They are in cronological order and if you want to prompt me, feel free to do it here or leave a link to a prompt over at comment_fic. I´ll try to fill in the order as it goes, granted that I´ll be prompted *g* You can prompt Hotch, Reid or any other team member but Haley and Jack are gone (as in no one knows where they are) in this little world of mine.
Verse: Master!Hotch/Convict!Reid
Beta: Unbeta
Raitings: Each chapter is raited
X-posted at criminalxminds and cm_hotch_reid
Criminal Minds (Slave!AU), Master!Hotch/Convict!Reid, fear
FRT
The dark haired man let him out of the building, holding his leash in his left hand. The summer-heat and sun hit him hard. He flinched toward the bright light and closed his eyes for moment. Careful to hold his face toward the ground he peered his eyes and noticed that the black shoes were turned toward him. Fear, spread through his body and he froze, waiting for his punishment for halting his new Master´s steps.
"I´m sorry, sir," he quickly spoke in a hushed voice and made sure to show his submission by bowing his head even lower.
"It´s alright, it´s such a nice day. Just let me know when you´re ready," the man replied.
Not wanting to be punished for keeping his owner too long, Spencer quickly blinked his eyes a few times to make them adjust as fast as possible, before indicating he was ready. The moment had lasted half a minute at the most.
His Master led him to a dark SUV. He opened the back door and beckoned him inside. When Spencer got ready to settle on the floor behind the passenger seat, the man set his hand on his shoulder. He honestly tried to hold back the shiver and distress the touch caused but didn´t manage as the man swiftly drew his hand back. Expecting the slap of a hand or hit of a fist as his punishment for showing his fear, Spencer was truly surprised to hear the older man speak.
"Sit here," the man said evenly and patted on the seat.
"Yes, sir." Spencer quickly obeyed and sat in the seat.
His Master made sure Spencer had his seat-belt buckled before moving to the driver side and getting in. Spencer dared a glance out the window during the drive. Driving through the city, it was easy to spot the Masters from the Convicts. Most had their head shaved and were running or walking along the walkway closest to the street (that was dedicated to their class), doing errands or whatever their Masters had ordered them to do and some were in a leash held by their Masters, following behind them the required three steps and a little bit to the left. All of them had a dreaded collar around their necks.
As the landscape changed from city to farmland, Spencer wondered what lay ahead of him. Was this man better or worse then his last two Masters? Did he have other Convicts? Shaking his head he knew it didn´t matter. Whatever the nearest future held he would find out soon enough. He hoped for the best but feared the worst. Fear is a powerful tool, he could only pray in horror that it wouldn´t be as bad as the Clover´s.
**
Criminal Minds (Slave!AU), Master!Hotch/Convict!Reid, Preservation
FRC
As his Master it was his job to look after him. Keep him out of harm´s way and as content as his positions allowed him to be. Hotch knew that things could have been much worse, Spencer could have been damaged beyond repair but somehow the young Convict had survived the horrifying five years before their paths intercepted. And now it was Hotch´s job to preserve whatever was left, cocoon it, nurse it and slowly put the rest together. Although the Convict was “his” Hotch never saw him like that. The young man might be damned to certain social-status but in Hotch´s mind he was just Spencer, the genius co-worker, the quiet companion, the insecure friend, the broken man.
"How are you?" Hotch asked quietly. He sat on the edge of Spencer´s bed where Spencer had spent the last twenty-four hours battling the flu. Hotch allowed his hand to run through the growing locks.
"Good, sir," was the whispered answer.
"Please, tell me the truth," he asked since he knew the man had to be feeling like shit.
A short silence filled the dark air around them and Hotch gave him the time and space to think.
"I feel better then yesterday but my head hurts, I´m still nauseous and really tired," Spencer finally replied and Hotch´s breath caught. It was the first time Spencer had been truly honest with him.
And Hotch knew, the broken man had just taken a baby step on the path of becoming whole. He bent down under the pretence of feeling his temperature and pressed a kiss on the temple of the young man who in return gave a content hum as he closed his eyes.
**
Criminal Minds (Slave!AU), Master!Hotch/Convict!Reid, All I need
FRT
The case had been hideous and demanding more of the team than usual. Cases involving children usually did but the psychopath’s delusional behavior had horrified all of them, shaking their newest member specially.
Arriving at home with his Master somehow Spencer forced himself to eat dinner and do his bedtime routine before crawling under the covers and closing his eyes.
But all he saw where the vivid images of the broken victims. He felt shattered over the pain and terror the victims had gone through, having experienced it himself at the hands of his previous Masters. He felt shamed as his quiet insight to the victimology had brought them down a path of a former Convict, Morgan and Hotch finally cornering him only to have him put a bullet through his mouth. He felt inadequate to deal with any of this.
There where hands on him, everywhere. Poking him, hurting him, trapping him, subduing him.
"... it´s Aaron, stop fighting. Spencer, please wake up." It quietly called him out of his nightmare and he found himself being trapped tight in the arms of his Master. As soon as he froze the arms loosened their strong grip and a hand carefully stroked up and down his back. He still felt the force of the blows, the heavy bodies on his, the screaming pain and he couldn´t breathe.
"Let go, Spencer," Hotch whispered into the brown locks and Spencer did. His hand wrapped around the strong torso, fiercely gripping the T into his fists and his head buried into the crook of the older man´s neck. Finally he let go of the tears he´d been holding back since he saw the first photo of the twelve year old victim. He let go of the sobs he´d been burying inside himself for far too long. He let go of the pain that had taken over his core. Oh, God, it hurt so much and he immersed himself closer to the warmth and comfort and security the other body offered.
The next thing he remembered was waking up, a long body curling behind him, a strong arm holding him protectively close and a heavy, even breathe on the back of the neck. As his sore soul devoured it, he realized this was all he needed.
**
Criminal Minds (Slave!AU), Master!Hotch/Convict!Reid, an encounter with a violent unsub puts one of them in hospital.
FRT
Should he dare to ask? He wanted so badly to rush to his Master´s side, hold his hand and make sure he was alive and safe but it wasn´t in his place to ask someone to drive him to the hospital. God, what if Hotch had died? His nightmare would restart, the fear and pain and humiliation. He felt the panic rush through his body, his breath became rapit and his limps almost didn´t comply.
In desperate need to find comfort he crawled under Hotch´s desk, curled himself into a tight ball, rocking gently as tears blurred his vision and a quiet sob escaping him.
He had no idea how long he´d been there when a gentle hand on his shoulder startled him. Swiftly turning his head, he saw JJ´s bright blue eyes staring at him with concern he was still so unfamiliar with.
"He´s going to be fine. The bullet went through and through and didn´t cause as much damage as the doctor had first thought," she said in a low voice as not to spook him. Slowly she reached out her hand but he couldn´t control the small flinch as she tenderly cupped his cheek and let her thumb dry away a single tear.
"Come on, Spence," she said as she withdrew her hand, "I´ll drive you to the hospital."
With wide eyes he slowly untangled his limps and crawled from underneath his hideout. He followed her to the car, automatically falling in to the position society commanded from him, three steps behind her left foot. He ignored all effort from JJ to have him walk by her side.
Hotch gave a supple smile as they entered the room but quickly disappeared as Spencer fell to his knees by the bedside, waiting for his Master´s orders.
"Spencer, stand up, please," Hotch said quietly. Instantly he stood by the bed, his head bowed and eyes fixed on his shoes, the brown loafers that his Master had let him choose.
"What´s wrong?" Hotch asked and fingers curled around his limp hand. He still couldn´t look at the older man, his heart still racing with fear.
"Nothing, sir," he rushed out in a single breath. His Master shouldn´t have to worry about him, he shouldn´t even be here by his Master´s bed but he´d been so afraid that it all had been over.
"Please, Spencer, don´t lie to me." Hotch´s voice sounded begging and drew Spencer´s limp hand toward his chest.
Biting the inside of his lips and closing his eyes, he knew he had to obey and tell Hotch what was bothering him. "I..I...got so...afraid. I thought you had died... and... that... I..I..I... had to...go...back." He could feel his eyes water again but tried his hardest to hold the tears at bay.
A brief touch to his cheek made him open his eyes and glance at the dark haired man in the bed before returning his eyes to his loafers. "Please, Sir, forgive my selfishness," he whispered to the floor.
"Look at me, Spencer," Hotch said in a low growl and he didn´t dare disobey. Finally looking, he took in the forming black eye and the split lip but in his Master´s dark eyes all he saw was warmth. "It´s alright to be afraid."
All of a sudden Spencer felt foolish for his fear when his superior was lying in a hospital-bed from a beating and a gunshot wound. He broke the contact and felt as tears escaped down his cheeks as he returned his stare to the floor. "Are..are you..in pain, sir? Is there... anything..I can do?" he asked the floor.
"I´m fine," Hotch replied stubbornly. "Will you stay with me?" he asked more gently and looked at Spencer.
Giving out a breathe of relief, Spencer sniffled and finally dared to look at his Master. "I´d like that."
**
Criminal Minds (Slave!AU), Master!Hotch/Convict!Reid, dinner together.
FRC
Hotch watched the younger man sitting across from him. The silent contentment shone from him as he cut the tender meat, lifted his fork and placed the piece of the food inside his mouth. His lips surrounding the silverware and leaving it bare of food as he slid it out from between his lips. Long fingers curled around the body of a wine glass, lifting it, making the lips form a line along the brim and letting the red liquid slide inside the mouth. The Adam´s apple above the light collar, slightly going upward as he swallowed.
Wide amber eyes looked into his before shyly looking down, but the small smile on the young man´s lips didn´t escape the older man. Hotch knew he´d been caught staring but they so rarely had time to share a home cooked meal, at home and at dinner time. He wanted to savior every moment of it and right now he envied Spencer from his eidetic memory because he wanted to remember Spencer like this; comfortable and at ease, sitting at the table with him, sharing a meal with him.
It had taken almost three months to get Spencer to take a seat at a table without an order or a request to do so. A few more months to get him to eat without being prompted to do so, even if the food was sitting in front of him. The first few weeks he´d hungrily swallowed down as much of the food as he could in as short amount of time, not trusting that this one wouldn´t be taken away before he finished or that there would be another meal in a few hours. Hotch had sadly watched the man eat, sometimes losing his appetite thinking what made the young man react this way.
Now, all those months and years later, they sat at the kitchen table in the quiet and dimly lit apartment.
Hotch slid his palm across the table and under the hand that rested on the other side. He slightly squeezed it to get Spencer to raise his head and gave him a small smile which he got returned.
"Thank you, Spencer, for everything," Hotch said quietly.
"No, Aaron, thank you... for everything," Spencer replied just as quietly and managed to hold the eye contact for the longest moment.
***
I found some prompts over at comment_fic and the links lead to the comments over there.
They are in cronological order and if you want to prompt me, feel free to do it here or leave a link to a prompt over at comment_fic. I´ll try to fill in the order as it goes, granted that I´ll be prompted *g* You can prompt Hotch, Reid or any other team member but Haley and Jack are gone (as in no one knows where they are) in this little world of mine.
Verse: Master!Hotch/Convict!Reid
Beta: Unbeta
Raitings: Each chapter is raited
X-posted at criminalxminds and cm_hotch_reid
Criminal Minds (Slave!AU), Master!Hotch/Convict!Reid, fear
FRT
The dark haired man let him out of the building, holding his leash in his left hand. The summer-heat and sun hit him hard. He flinched toward the bright light and closed his eyes for moment. Careful to hold his face toward the ground he peered his eyes and noticed that the black shoes were turned toward him. Fear, spread through his body and he froze, waiting for his punishment for halting his new Master´s steps.
"I´m sorry, sir," he quickly spoke in a hushed voice and made sure to show his submission by bowing his head even lower.
"It´s alright, it´s such a nice day. Just let me know when you´re ready," the man replied.
Not wanting to be punished for keeping his owner too long, Spencer quickly blinked his eyes a few times to make them adjust as fast as possible, before indicating he was ready. The moment had lasted half a minute at the most.
His Master led him to a dark SUV. He opened the back door and beckoned him inside. When Spencer got ready to settle on the floor behind the passenger seat, the man set his hand on his shoulder. He honestly tried to hold back the shiver and distress the touch caused but didn´t manage as the man swiftly drew his hand back. Expecting the slap of a hand or hit of a fist as his punishment for showing his fear, Spencer was truly surprised to hear the older man speak.
"Sit here," the man said evenly and patted on the seat.
"Yes, sir." Spencer quickly obeyed and sat in the seat.
His Master made sure Spencer had his seat-belt buckled before moving to the driver side and getting in. Spencer dared a glance out the window during the drive. Driving through the city, it was easy to spot the Masters from the Convicts. Most had their head shaved and were running or walking along the walkway closest to the street (that was dedicated to their class), doing errands or whatever their Masters had ordered them to do and some were in a leash held by their Masters, following behind them the required three steps and a little bit to the left. All of them had a dreaded collar around their necks.
As the landscape changed from city to farmland, Spencer wondered what lay ahead of him. Was this man better or worse then his last two Masters? Did he have other Convicts? Shaking his head he knew it didn´t matter. Whatever the nearest future held he would find out soon enough. He hoped for the best but feared the worst. Fear is a powerful tool, he could only pray in horror that it wouldn´t be as bad as the Clover´s.
**
Criminal Minds (Slave!AU), Master!Hotch/Convict!Reid, Preservation
FRC
As his Master it was his job to look after him. Keep him out of harm´s way and as content as his positions allowed him to be. Hotch knew that things could have been much worse, Spencer could have been damaged beyond repair but somehow the young Convict had survived the horrifying five years before their paths intercepted. And now it was Hotch´s job to preserve whatever was left, cocoon it, nurse it and slowly put the rest together. Although the Convict was “his” Hotch never saw him like that. The young man might be damned to certain social-status but in Hotch´s mind he was just Spencer, the genius co-worker, the quiet companion, the insecure friend, the broken man.
"How are you?" Hotch asked quietly. He sat on the edge of Spencer´s bed where Spencer had spent the last twenty-four hours battling the flu. Hotch allowed his hand to run through the growing locks.
"Good, sir," was the whispered answer.
"Please, tell me the truth," he asked since he knew the man had to be feeling like shit.
A short silence filled the dark air around them and Hotch gave him the time and space to think.
"I feel better then yesterday but my head hurts, I´m still nauseous and really tired," Spencer finally replied and Hotch´s breath caught. It was the first time Spencer had been truly honest with him.
And Hotch knew, the broken man had just taken a baby step on the path of becoming whole. He bent down under the pretence of feeling his temperature and pressed a kiss on the temple of the young man who in return gave a content hum as he closed his eyes.
**
Criminal Minds (Slave!AU), Master!Hotch/Convict!Reid, All I need
FRT
The case had been hideous and demanding more of the team than usual. Cases involving children usually did but the psychopath’s delusional behavior had horrified all of them, shaking their newest member specially.
Arriving at home with his Master somehow Spencer forced himself to eat dinner and do his bedtime routine before crawling under the covers and closing his eyes.
But all he saw where the vivid images of the broken victims. He felt shattered over the pain and terror the victims had gone through, having experienced it himself at the hands of his previous Masters. He felt shamed as his quiet insight to the victimology had brought them down a path of a former Convict, Morgan and Hotch finally cornering him only to have him put a bullet through his mouth. He felt inadequate to deal with any of this.
There where hands on him, everywhere. Poking him, hurting him, trapping him, subduing him.
"... it´s Aaron, stop fighting. Spencer, please wake up." It quietly called him out of his nightmare and he found himself being trapped tight in the arms of his Master. As soon as he froze the arms loosened their strong grip and a hand carefully stroked up and down his back. He still felt the force of the blows, the heavy bodies on his, the screaming pain and he couldn´t breathe.
"Let go, Spencer," Hotch whispered into the brown locks and Spencer did. His hand wrapped around the strong torso, fiercely gripping the T into his fists and his head buried into the crook of the older man´s neck. Finally he let go of the tears he´d been holding back since he saw the first photo of the twelve year old victim. He let go of the sobs he´d been burying inside himself for far too long. He let go of the pain that had taken over his core. Oh, God, it hurt so much and he immersed himself closer to the warmth and comfort and security the other body offered.
The next thing he remembered was waking up, a long body curling behind him, a strong arm holding him protectively close and a heavy, even breathe on the back of the neck. As his sore soul devoured it, he realized this was all he needed.
**
Criminal Minds (Slave!AU), Master!Hotch/Convict!Reid, an encounter with a violent unsub puts one of them in hospital.
FRT
Should he dare to ask? He wanted so badly to rush to his Master´s side, hold his hand and make sure he was alive and safe but it wasn´t in his place to ask someone to drive him to the hospital. God, what if Hotch had died? His nightmare would restart, the fear and pain and humiliation. He felt the panic rush through his body, his breath became rapit and his limps almost didn´t comply.
In desperate need to find comfort he crawled under Hotch´s desk, curled himself into a tight ball, rocking gently as tears blurred his vision and a quiet sob escaping him.
He had no idea how long he´d been there when a gentle hand on his shoulder startled him. Swiftly turning his head, he saw JJ´s bright blue eyes staring at him with concern he was still so unfamiliar with.
"He´s going to be fine. The bullet went through and through and didn´t cause as much damage as the doctor had first thought," she said in a low voice as not to spook him. Slowly she reached out her hand but he couldn´t control the small flinch as she tenderly cupped his cheek and let her thumb dry away a single tear.
"Come on, Spence," she said as she withdrew her hand, "I´ll drive you to the hospital."
With wide eyes he slowly untangled his limps and crawled from underneath his hideout. He followed her to the car, automatically falling in to the position society commanded from him, three steps behind her left foot. He ignored all effort from JJ to have him walk by her side.
Hotch gave a supple smile as they entered the room but quickly disappeared as Spencer fell to his knees by the bedside, waiting for his Master´s orders.
"Spencer, stand up, please," Hotch said quietly. Instantly he stood by the bed, his head bowed and eyes fixed on his shoes, the brown loafers that his Master had let him choose.
"What´s wrong?" Hotch asked and fingers curled around his limp hand. He still couldn´t look at the older man, his heart still racing with fear.
"Nothing, sir," he rushed out in a single breath. His Master shouldn´t have to worry about him, he shouldn´t even be here by his Master´s bed but he´d been so afraid that it all had been over.
"Please, Spencer, don´t lie to me." Hotch´s voice sounded begging and drew Spencer´s limp hand toward his chest.
Biting the inside of his lips and closing his eyes, he knew he had to obey and tell Hotch what was bothering him. "I..I...got so...afraid. I thought you had died... and... that... I..I..I... had to...go...back." He could feel his eyes water again but tried his hardest to hold the tears at bay.
A brief touch to his cheek made him open his eyes and glance at the dark haired man in the bed before returning his eyes to his loafers. "Please, Sir, forgive my selfishness," he whispered to the floor.
"Look at me, Spencer," Hotch said in a low growl and he didn´t dare disobey. Finally looking, he took in the forming black eye and the split lip but in his Master´s dark eyes all he saw was warmth. "It´s alright to be afraid."
All of a sudden Spencer felt foolish for his fear when his superior was lying in a hospital-bed from a beating and a gunshot wound. He broke the contact and felt as tears escaped down his cheeks as he returned his stare to the floor. "Are..are you..in pain, sir? Is there... anything..I can do?" he asked the floor.
"I´m fine," Hotch replied stubbornly. "Will you stay with me?" he asked more gently and looked at Spencer.
Giving out a breathe of relief, Spencer sniffled and finally dared to look at his Master. "I´d like that."
**
Criminal Minds (Slave!AU), Master!Hotch/Convict!Reid, dinner together.
FRC
Hotch watched the younger man sitting across from him. The silent contentment shone from him as he cut the tender meat, lifted his fork and placed the piece of the food inside his mouth. His lips surrounding the silverware and leaving it bare of food as he slid it out from between his lips. Long fingers curled around the body of a wine glass, lifting it, making the lips form a line along the brim and letting the red liquid slide inside the mouth. The Adam´s apple above the light collar, slightly going upward as he swallowed.
Wide amber eyes looked into his before shyly looking down, but the small smile on the young man´s lips didn´t escape the older man. Hotch knew he´d been caught staring but they so rarely had time to share a home cooked meal, at home and at dinner time. He wanted to savior every moment of it and right now he envied Spencer from his eidetic memory because he wanted to remember Spencer like this; comfortable and at ease, sitting at the table with him, sharing a meal with him.
It had taken almost three months to get Spencer to take a seat at a table without an order or a request to do so. A few more months to get him to eat without being prompted to do so, even if the food was sitting in front of him. The first few weeks he´d hungrily swallowed down as much of the food as he could in as short amount of time, not trusting that this one wouldn´t be taken away before he finished or that there would be another meal in a few hours. Hotch had sadly watched the man eat, sometimes losing his appetite thinking what made the young man react this way.
Now, all those months and years later, they sat at the kitchen table in the quiet and dimly lit apartment.
Hotch slid his palm across the table and under the hand that rested on the other side. He slightly squeezed it to get Spencer to raise his head and gave him a small smile which he got returned.
"Thank you, Spencer, for everything," Hotch said quietly.
"No, Aaron, thank you... for everything," Spencer replied just as quietly and managed to hold the eye contact for the longest moment.
***