Title: Fifteen Minutes to Ruin
By: nancy
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: NC18
Spoilers: Damaged
Series: Wolfpack series - includles Hate Crimes and Alpha
Warnings: rough sex, language, ref to threesome
Summary: They got so close to ruin.
Notes: thanks to my evil pom-pom cheerleader, Free!

Spencer followed Hotch out of the small cell that had almost been the scene of serious violence, tremors running through his entire body in reaction. He'd not only seen how ready Hotch had been to tear Hardwick limb from limb, he'd smelled it, the pheromones of bloodlust rising to saturate the air. The certain, decisive movements as Hotch had taken off his jacket and then his tie, all the while his voice low and hard...it had filled Spencer with terror right down to his bones.

The terror of discovery, because he knew that there was no way Hotch would let Hardwick even put a finger on him. Spencer had seen it all happening in his head, a film preview of life to come: Hardwick dead of an apparent animal attack in a locked room; Hotch and himself held for questioning; tests and interrogations and, very probably, jail or the death penalty for Hotch because even as a wolf, his DNA would remain true. The words stumbling from his mouth had surprised no one more than himself, but Spencer had filled those fifteen minutes with everything he could possibly think of to keep Hardwick's attention on him.

And Hotch...the way he shifted silently back, behind Hardwick...Spencer swallowed as he remembered the gaze leveled at the killer, intense and ready, waiting for the slightest movement from Hardwick. Spencer had talked as fast as he could, each minute ticking by like an eternity. When those guards had rushed in at long last, Spencer had been nearly giddy with relief, practically running out the door to catch up with Hotch.

Going through the exit routine roused him from the stupor of fear and adrenaline. He signed out his weapon automatically and then followed Hotch to the SUV feeling the cameras on him the entire way. The spot between his shoulder blades itched fiercely as if painted with a
target, and he barely felt the pavement under his shoes, still utterly thrown by how very close they'd come to ruin.

Hotch remained aloof during the first portion of the drive, unbending only enough to talk of the divorce proceedings. They stopped for a dinner and Spencer sat there, staring straight ahead into the darkened parking lot at the traffic whizzing by.

"Spencer?"

Looking over, Spencer found Hotch staring at him hungrily, dark eyes glittering with need and possession. Goosebumps broke out all over at once, a shudder running through him of an answering need and he whimpered without thought. Hotch launched himself at Spencer, seizing his mouth in a brutal kiss, thrusting his tongue into his mouth and biting at his lip. Hotch manhandled him into the back seat, never once letting up on the kisses despite the awkward angle.

On his back in about ten seconds flat, Spencer bit his own lip in pure lust when Hotch yanked at his clothes, pulling down Spencer's pants and boxers in one move. His eyes remained glued to his Alpha's hands as they shoved aside pants to reveal he'd gone commando. Spencer hissed in shock, but vaguely thought that he shouldn't be surprised; facing down a serial killer, even in a prison, brought out the primal in most of them.

Then Hotch climbed between his legs and pushed them aside, squirting some kind of lotion directly into him, the chill sensation eliciting a gasp. Followed fast on it were two of his lover's fingers, pushing inside and working him over without pause. Spencer moaned, gripping the backs of his thighs as Hotch stretched him ruthless and fast.

Finally, *finally* it was Hotch's dick thrusting inside him, forcing the tight flesh aside until he rested balls-deep and panting over Spencer. Hotch's hands gripped the back of the seat and the bottom edge of it, surrounding Spencer as he started fucking him in long, hard strokes. Releasing his thighs, Spencer wrapped his legs around Hotch's waist and held tight, urging him on.

Shock and lust and adrenaline slammed into Spencer when Hotch growled and fangs broke through, lips drawing back in a feral grin. He'd never seen his lover lose control while they were intimate, not once. Arching up, fingernails raking stripes of fire up Hotch's back, Spencer shuddered as he came without a single touch to his cock.

Hotch didn't stop, not even with Spencer limp from orgasm and weak from reaction to everything that had happened. Sweat dripped from him, soaking his shirt, the tie almost ludicrously neat in its slot around Hotch's throat. Whining low in his throat, his ass and thighs starting to hurt in a not fun way, Spencer begged, "Hotch, Hotch wait, wait, let's change, change position!"

It took a few seconds, but Hotch stopped and pulled out of Spencer for the few seconds it took to turn over. Spencer's relief lasted only until he'd stretched out on the bench seat, because Hotch thrust into his hole and started up again as though he'd never stopped. This time, he covered Spencer's body with his own, one arm around his waist and the other up, hand laced tight into his hair. Spencer moaned at the sparks of pain in his scalp, his dick responding sluggishly to the stimulation.

The SUV was filled with Spencer's gasping moans, Hotch's grunts, and the slap of his balls against Spencer's ass with the occasional jingle of belts and rustle of fabric. Everything that surrounded him, Hotch's overwhelming scent, the smell of come and sweat, the pure strength in the lean frame that held him, it all worked to arouse him again and Spencer nearly cried with Hotch's hand slid from his waist to grasp his dick and begin stroking.

"Come for me, Spencer," Hotch gasped against his ear. "Let me feel you, do it for me, love, that's it, that's it, come for me."

Spencer cried out brokenly, his orgasm torn from him a second time too soon from the low, rough voice and hand twisting on his shaft. And then Hotch bit down hard on the fleshy part where shoulder met throat, breaking the skin, and he came again, jerking violently, held in  place by Hotch's pure strength. He was only vaguely aware as Hotch ground down into him, spilling deep and long.

He had no idea how long they lay there as sweat dried and breathing evened out, but it felt good to have his Alpha's weight pinning him to the seat. It felt even better when Hotch slowly licked the bite mark with the flat of his tongue. Humming in contentment, he sighed deeply and gave a sleepy, mumbled protest when Hotch withdrew from his body. Spencer curled onto the seat as directed and smiled up at the other man as his lover draped a blanket over him.

Sitting on the floor, Hotch gently combed his fingers through Spencer's hair and told him softly, "I would never have let him touch you. He would've died, first."

"I know," Spencer agreed, just as quiet. "That's what I was most afraid of."

Irony twisted Hotch's lips as he asked, "You okay?"

Spencer smiled shyly and replied, "Sore, but fine. Thanks for this."

Hotch sighed a little, fingers still working through Spencer's hair. A few minutes later, he said, haltingly, "I know...I'm not Gideon, I know that, but I will always do my best for you, Spencer."

Surprised, Spencer agreed, "I know that."

"We never really talked about it, his leaving. Do you want to?" Hotch questioned.

Spencer bit his lip and then answered, "I know he did what he had to, I just...I feel like I failed him."

Hotch's hand stopped briefly and he stated, "You didn't fail anyone, Spencer. And he'll be back, we just have to be patient. Let him work out his demons."

"Why couldn't he do it here?" Spencer whispered, aching with his need for Jason. "Why couldn't he trust us that much?"

Hotch cleared his throat and leaned in for a brief, soft kiss. "I don't know, love, I wish I did. When he gets back, we'll just have to ask."

Something else that had been bothering him decided to make him prompt, "Hotch? What about...um, what about Rossi?"

"What about him?" Hotch echoed, a curious frown surfacing.

It felt strange to talk about it, as though he were overreacting, but they'd vowed no secrets with each other after Gideon left. He finally said, "I just feel, well, a little uncomfortable around him sometimes. Like he's...I don't know...watching me."

"He watches all of us, Spencer. He's still trying to fit in."

"I know, but..."

"But what?"

Spencer grimaced and admitted, "It feels like more. Sometimes, I can smell his want and it, um, well, it kind of scares me."

Hotch went very still and then asked, "Has he made any advances?"

"No, not really," Spencer replied. "But there's just something in his eyes. I mean, he is an Alpha, too, Hotch. What's to stop him from just taking me?"

Kneeling up, Hotch cradled Spencer's face between his hands and stated, "You are not some trophy to be taken at will, Spencer. Your needs are the most important. And Rossi might be an Alpha, but he is not *your* Alpha. If he does anything to make you uncomfortable, no, I think I'll just talk to him when we get back."

Spencer shook his head and exclaimed quickly, "No, please don't! I'm sure I'm imagining things. Please, just, forget I said anything."

Hotch stared at him a long moment before giving a reluctant nod. He leaned forward to steal another kiss, a lingering one, before suggesting, "Let's get cleaned up and then eat. We'll both feel better on a full stomach. And we still have reports to do when we get back, too."

Relieved that Hotch wasn't going to make something out of his vivid imagination, Spencer smiled and nodded. He wouldn't mind a nap first, but they did have to get back and his stomach rumbled at him.

Chuckling, Hotch observed fondly, "Right on time."

Spencer blushed, but it was a comfortable, familiar one and he half-grinned as he sat up without thinking. He groaned and then made a face at Hotch's smug expression before starting to get cleaned up. Things might be still up in the air from first Elle's and then Gideon's defections, but he and Hotch were doing a lot better together than he could ever have imagined.

Hopefully, Gideon would return soon and his life, and love, would be complete.


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