Title: The Hunter Chronicles: The Ghoul

Series: The Hunter Chronicles

Crossover: Criminal Minds, Death Sentence and Supernatural.

Pairings: Billy Darley X Spencer Reid. Implied/Mentioned Sam Winchester X Spencer Reid. (Only mentions of SPN characters in this chap)

Rating: M

Warnings: Slash (maleXmale), graphic sex, violence, language, crudeness.

Summary: When Billy comes back from hunting a Ghoul, Spencer is the one that has to fix him up, as usual but for the first time, things get intimate.

Author's note: Okay, so this is the first in a series of oneshots about hunter!CM, DS and of course SPN, and maybe other crossovers in other oneshots. I was going to post them all in the same story/chapter set up, but I think I'm just going to keep them as separate oneshots. So, if you enjoy keep a look out for the others that will be coming soon.


Spencer's fingers were tapping away at the keys of his laptop quickly, almost furiously. He preferred to do research solely from paper work and libraries and such but it annoyed Billy and if he was honest, it was a lot quicker on the internet –even in crappy motels in bad parts of town.

His eyes glanced to the clock on the bottom right side of the screen. 01:15. Where was he? Billy had left almost two hours ago. It shouldn't take him so long to get rid of a Ghoul. He pulled a disgusted face at the thought of those Monsters. . .Ghouls were the scumbags of the supernatural world, even to the other Monsters and creatures, which kind of said a lot.

He went back to typing, looking for their next case. Billy didn't like to be stuck in one place for more than a few days, a week was the longest they had stayed anywhere in two whole years –and the only reason they had stayed that long was because Billy was unconscious for most of it, and for the rest of it Bobby wouldn't let him leave so he could keep a check on him for a while. . .but after a few hours with Billy been awake and Dean there to get on his nerves, the old guy had practically shoved them both out of the door.

He stopped typing as he realised he hadn't spoken to Sam for a while, or Dean. His eyes glanced at the clock again. 01:20. He sighed, agitated, as he bit a his lip. Where was he?

It wasn't that he didn't think Billy couldn't handle himself, because he knew better than anyone that the ex-gang lord could. . .but he still didn't like him going out on hunts alone. Spencer could hunt. He had had lessons from Bobby and Rufus since he was nine, and then had been on multiple hunts with Sam and Dean when they needed an extra hand since he was sixteen. But since he'd started traveling with Billy –two years, five months, one week and three days ago-he had rarely been out hunting. The ex-gang lord didn't like him going on them, he wasn't entirely sure why and he never pushed the issue. . .he just did as he was told-stay in the motel and look for the next case. The only exceptions for that was when Billy needed more than himself to catch their creature, or when he would have to phone him for extra info.

Spencer was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the door shut –and he wondered why Billy didn't want him out on hunts with creatures that wouldn't always make a noise to let him know they were there. He shot from his seat as he saw the blood on Billy's shirt. "You're hurt!" He stood in front of the older man, looking up at him. He could see the gauze bandage peeking out of the top of Billy's shirt close to the bottom of his neck and the one wrapped around his right arm. That was odd. "Who patched you up?" He asked, confused and somewhat offended.

"Oh, just some backstreet quack I found on the way back." Billy smiled.

Spencer lifted his chin and then nodded slowly, thinking. "Backstreet quack? I can tell, I mean look at the state of it." He said and tugged on the very loose bandage around his upper arm. "Come on, I'll sort it out."

"Oh, thanks."

He watched as Billy smiled again, he had to force himself to smile back. "Sit on the arm of the sofa, I'll get the stuff." He waited until Billy sat on the couch and smiled at him before going to the small kitchen area, behind the island and crouching down. He moved the stuff in the cupboard around, grabbing his first aid kit –customised to fix all kinds of supernatural injuries- and the meat cleaver that sat on top of the box. As he stood, he put the knife in the back of his trousers and pulled his shirt over it. "Right, got it." Again, he forced his self to smile as he moved over to the man.

"There's something I want to show you,"

"Yeah? What's that?" Spencer asked, looking through the box before putting it on the arm.

"I can't tell you that."

Spencer looked at Billy, with a questioning frown. "You're going to surprise me?"

"What? I aren't I allowed to treat you?" Billy asked. He lifted his hand and cupped Spencer's face, his thumb rubbing his cheek.

"I-I guess," Spencer muttered, his cheeks heating up.

"Let's go now," Billy stood up from the couch, knocking the box to the floor and making Spencer move back closer to the wall.

"But I need to change your bandages." Spencer told him, as the older man backed him up against the wall. His right hand slid behind him, wedging itself between the blade's handle and the wall. He looked into Billy's eyes –they were a faded blue, not their usual too blue. . .right now, they were a dead blue. "How about we go after?"

Billy grabbed hold of Spencer's face and tilted it backwards, pressing him hard against the wall.

Spencer tightened his grip on the knife, but didn't pull it out. . .he waited to see what the man was going to do, he couldn't help it.

Billy leaned down slowly, staring into Spencer's eyes right until their lips met.

His eyes widened, but after a moment he kissed back. He felt Billy's free hand grip tightly at his hip, holding him in place against the wall. As much as he wanted to keep kissing the ex-con, he knew he shouldn't because this wasn't his Billy. He moved his hips forward and unintentionally let out a moan as their crotches ground together, and pulled out the meat cleaver. . .swinging it at the things neck.

"Haha," The thing disguised as Billy laughed, pulling his mouth from Spencer's.

Spencer squirmed as the things hand tightened around his neck. Crap. He hadn't swung fast enough, the knife had barely touched its neck, doing nothing more than giving it a light scratch. "Where's Billy?"

The thing –or rather the Ghoul- smiled, disturbingly. "Wouldn't you like to know. What gave me away?"

"Everything."

The Ghoul made an angry growling noise before tightening the grip on Spencer's neck. "Be specific."

"Billy doesn't speak like you do –he shortens his words because he's lazy. He's not nice to me. The only people he let's fix him up are me and a man named Bobby." Spencer coughed, starting to feel the effects of the hand on his throat. He caught sight of something behind the Ghoul. "He would never kiss me like that,"

"Maybe not, but he thinks about it." The ghoul smirked.

"And he sure as hell doesn't smile, do you Billy?" And within seconds of the Ghouls smirk fading, blood splattered over Spencer and the wall, and the Ghoul's headless body fell to the floor.

"Next time maybe I should let it eat you, or would y' rather I let it fuck y' first?" Billy said as he kicked the headless copy of him lying on the ground. He looked up when he realised Spence hadn't given him some sort of clever or smart ass retort, and sighed. The kid was completely still and wide-eyed. "Hey," He stepped closer to him, but after getting no response he took hold of his arm and shook him roughly. "Hey!"

Spencer blinked a few times and took hold of Billy's hand, reassuring him he was alright and he could stop shaking him now. "Y-yeah, sorry. I-I-erm, what did you say?"

Billy let out an agitated sigh, but kept hold of the kid's arm. "Go clean up, I'll take care o' this." He said with another kick to the body. Usually Spence helped get rid of the bodies but he knew about his thing with blood, especially when it was on him. So he figured he should give the kid a break.

Spencer blinked again, confused slightly. "Erm, b-but the b-body. . ."

"I said I'll take care of it. Go get a fuckin' shower before I change m' mind." Billy said and pulled Spencer away from the wall, manoeuvring him around the body and shoving him towards the bathroom. "Now go!" He half-smirked as the kid stumbled and muttered, 'Okay, okay,', before closing the bathroom door.

He hoped the kid didn't fall like he had with the last blood incident. He shook his head; it wouldn't matter if the kid did fall, he'd be the one to pick him up. Apart from the last time the kid freaked over blood, that Sam guy was always around to calm him down. . .much to Billy's dislike. He clenched his fist at the thought of the younger Winchester.

The sound of the crappy shower starting brought Billy back. He unclenched his fist and moved to the table, putting the blade down. He looked at the dead Ghoul. . .heh, it could have picked someone worse to imitate. Oh well, time to get rid of the body. How many times would he get to bury himself?


Spencer hurried out of the bathroom, wearing only his boxers and his hair still dripping wet; usually he wouldn't let Billy see him practically naked, it wasn't as if he thought the ex-gang lord would look or anything –he wasn't exactly sure he would mind if the man did-, but with Billy been taller and muscular and stronger and-well, he was just so different, he was almost as tall as Billy, but thin and scrawny –as Billy put it.

But he had just realised something. Something important. Something he should have realised earlier. If the Ghoul had taken Billy's form, then Billy had been bitten. And the real Billy would only let him or Bobby stitch him up. "Billy," He said urgently as he rounded the wall that partially split the room area from the kitchen and the bathroom.

Billy looked away from the TV, catching sight of the kid's appearance. "Kid, ain't I told y' before? If I want y' wet, I'll get y' there m'self." He said with a half smirk.

Spencer gave the man an annoyed frown; he was sure Billy didn't look at him like that, but that didn't stop him from saying stupid innuendos –especially ones that were a little lame or didn't really work out. "Why didn't you say anything?" He moved over to him and started looking for the bite, pushing his head every which way checking his neck and face, and then his arms before he started pulling his t-shirt up.

"Hey, what the hell?" Billy snapped, not bothering to try and stop Spencer.

"You were bitten. Why did you let me get a shower? You should have told me!"

Billy gave Spencer a bored, slightly annoyed expression as he leaned back on the bed a little, letting the kid push his top up further. "You should have realised. I mean, I thought you were a genius."

"That's not the point, Billy. We're supposed to be partners –you're supposed to trust me."

Billy grabbed Spencer's wrist softly, looking up into his big eyes. "I do trust you, kid, y' know that."

Spencer could feel his cheeks heating up and he noticed he was standing in-between the man's legs with one hand holding his t-shirt up and the other pressed against his taut muscled stomach. He'd stood closer to Billy before, but something about the way he was looking at him made it different this time. Made it seem. . .intimate almost. He nodded.

"Well, y' gonna stitch me up or what?" Billy let go of Spencer's arm and slid further onto the bed, before pulling his top off and throwing it to the floor. He noticed how the kid's eyes lingered on him for a moment too long. He wanted to smirk at that. . .but it was a bad idea. He was closer to the kid than he wanted to be, than he had had intentions of been when he'd asked the kid to go with him.

Spencer went to get first aid kit.

"An' get me a beer while y' up."

It wasn't long before Billy was laid on the bed and Spencer was straddling his waist, cleaning the bite.

"I don't understand." Spencer mumbled, looking at the wound on Billy's chest. "What happened? How did a Ghoul as stupid as that one get you?"

"Y' saying I didn't do m' job right?" Billy asked, almost snappishly, watching the kid shake his head. "I don' know. I mean the damn thing had a partner, an' they snuck up on me. After it took the first bite, it started sayin' shit an' I. . ." He sighed, agitated.

"Like what?" Spencer looked up at Billy, curious; what could a Ghoul have said to get under Billy Darley's skin?

Billy stared back at Spencer.

"Oh, he's got a partner." The Ghoul now disguised as Billy said, smirking happily. "Ooh, it's like that too," It laughed.

"Like what? Like what?" The other Ghoul –still wearing some single parent's skin- asked excitedly.

"He's got a little fuck buddy. . .oh, wait, no, no, ooh," The Ghoul laughed again as he leaned close to Billy's face. "You want to fuck him don't you? And from the way he looks at you, he wants it too." The Ghoul pulled away as Billy struggled against his holdings harder, trying to get at it. "Heh. He's actually kind of cute, think I'll go fuck him –what do you think? He looks like someone who wants it hard. I wonder if he's a virgin."

Billy struggled even harder, the bindings cutting into his skin. He could feel blood as his skin ripped.

"I bet he is. Hmm. Lucky me –first I get to fuck him, then I get to eat him." The Ghoul said as he walked towards the door, before flashing a smile at an angry Billy. "This is going to be fun."

Billy took hold of the kid's hips and pushed him off of him before climbing off the bed. How could he tell him that's what the Ghoul had said? That it wanted to fuck him. . .that he wanted to fuck him. "'M gettin' a beer."

"I haven't finished yet!"

"I don't care."

Spencer sat up and sighed; what the hell had the Ghoul said?

It was almost ten minutes before Billy came back from the kitchen, holding a half-empty bottle of whiskey.

Spencer frowned. "That's not beer."

"Maybe not, but it taste good."

"It's disgusting." He told the ex-gang lord. "Will you please lay down so I can stich you up, then we can get onto the next case." He looked up at Billy as he took a long drink from the bottle, never taking his eyes off of Spencer.

He waited until Billy was laid back on the bed before he shook his head, annoyed. He climbed onto the man, again straddling his waist.

It wasn't until Spencer had finished stitching the first bite mark that Billy spoke. "How long did it take you t' notice it weren't me?"

"I knew almost straight away."

"How?" Billy asked, watching Spencer intently.

Spencer shrugged. "He just wasn't you. Like you heard me say -he spoke differently, smiled a lot, was almost nice, and a backstreet quack? You'd kill anyone who tried to fix you up. It was even how he stood, I don't know I guess, I could just tell. It must have been a really stupid Ghoul to not even be able to act like the one he was replicating." He said as he cleaned around the second bite mark. "And then of course, he kissed me. So if I hadn't of known before, that was a big enough clue." He chuckled lightly –and even Billy could hear the dejection in his voice- before shifting further back on Billy so he would have enough room to stitch properly. . .and froze as his bum rubbed against the others groin.

Billy acted as though he hadn't noticed the kid's bum pressing down against his now starting to harden cock. Shit, it didn't take much to get him going nowadays. "You think I wouldn't kiss you?"

"I know you wouldn't." Spencer said, avoiding looking at Billy's face as his own face heated up even more. Why were they talking about kissing? And why was he sitting on his partner's groin? He had to stop thinking about it, his face was only getting redder which would make it obvious to Billy that he was embarrassed. . .and the fact that he could feel Billy's manhood hardening wasn't helping, despite thinking it was only a reaction to stimulation.

"Oh yeah?" Within a flash, Billy had gripped Spence's hips and flipped them over –the first aid kit cluttering over the bed, Billy's legs in-between the kid's spread wide ones and his arms pinned above his head. The kid's eyes were wide with shock, his lips parted. "And why's that?"

"A-are you kidding? Billy this isn't funny." Spencer told him. "Come on, get off me."

"I'd rather get you off." Billy leaned closer to Spencer, grinding down against him too. "Why wouldn't I kiss y', kid? Tell me, I'd love t' know."

Spencer couldn't help but moan at how Billy's body moved against his. He squirmed under the ex-gang lord, trying to pull his arms free. "Billy, please, this isn't funny."

"'M getting' sick o' repeating m'self,"

Spencer sighed. "I'm not exactly your type, am I?"

"Since y' came with me, have I ever actually gone off with an'one?" Billy asked, and watched Spencer frown as he thought about it. "Exactly. So y' don't even know my type."

"Well, it isn't me, is it?" Spencer said, pulling at his arms almost frantically. "Get off me so I can stitch you up, I don't want to talk about this anymore."

Billy stared down at the kid. '-he wants it too.' The Ghouls words rang in his head. Was that why the kid was getting flustered? Did he want to be fucked? He moved back, kneeling in front of Spencer, giving him enough room to sit up. What the fuck was he thinking?

Spencer sat up quickly, keeping his distance from Billy. He watched as the man reached over and grabbed his bottle. He sighed. "That's going to help,"

"Y' say something?"

"I'm going to have to clean the bite again before I stitch it. So lay down." He watched, annoyed, as Billy downed most of the remaining whiskey before laying on his back, watching him closely. Spencer kneeled next to Billy's side to clean the wound. As he did, he wondered what had come over the other Hunter –he knew the man wasn't on his best behaviour or such when he drank whiskey and he liked his innuendos and taunts, but he'd never really touched him before. He shook his head, trying to stop thinking about it. . .and ignore Billy's eyes on him.


Billy downed the rest of his fourth bottle, dropping it in the bin at the side of the couch. He heard the kid moan lightly, as if he'd heard it but not enough to actually wake him. From where he was sat he could see Spencer clearly, and had been watching him sleep for the past hour. He hadn't even realised he had been until he found himself thinking of curling behind his skinny frame, pulling down the thin black material of his boxers, spreading his cheeks and slipping his thick hard cock-. . .that had been two bottles ago, he was now rock hard and unwilling to take care of it himself. It was Spencer's fault he was in the condition he was. So why shouldn't the kid help out?

Without stopping to think, Billy climbed from the sofa and made his way to the second bed –Spencer's bed. He stood watching as the young Hunter moaned again in his sleep. What was he dreaming about? He didn't care as long it wasn't something bad. . .or Sam Winchester. He hated that inhumanly tall moose.

The thought of Sam. . .of Spencer. . .together. . .pushed him over the edge. He undid his jeans and pushed them down, along with his boxers, stepping out of them. He lifted the bed cover and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind the kid. . .loving the way he moaned and pressed back against him. "Spence," Billy's hand slid up the kid's leg, caressing his thigh before slipping around to rub at his dick. He was surprised to find he was hard too. "Spence, wake up."

"Hmm," Spencer moaned sleepily, pressing back against the warm body.

Billy squeezed at Spencer's dick, nuzzling at the side of his neck. "C'mon kid, I got t' know somethin'."

"W-what?" Spencer's voice was filled with sleep, but Billy could hear the arousal there too. He blinked a couple of times as he rolled back against Billy, able to look at him properly.

Billy could see the kid was just starting to realise he wasn't dreaming, that his hand was actually where it was and he had been pressing against his hardness while moaning. He looked into those big brown eyes, the ones he had always had trouble trying not to look at. "Do you want this?" He used his hand on Spencer's cock to push him even closer against his own hard on, making them both moan.

Spencer looked into Billy's too blue eyes. They were the right colour. He was afraid; was Billy been serious? Or was he cruel enough to torment him to these measures? He had two choices: lie. . .or tell the truth and deal with whatever the consequences were. He swallowed thickly. "Y-yes."

And with that, Billy crashed his lips to Spencer's, letting go of the younger's hard dick to take hold of his hips and twist him onto his back before quickly pulling his boxers off, never breaking the kiss.

Spencer wrapped his arm around Billy's neck while his other hand clung to his shoulder. He heard the ex-con groan as he lifted his hips and brushed his weeping cock against his. Gasping, he felt Billy's finger slide into him while his other hand gripped at his hair and pulled his head back, giving him room to kiss and nip at his neck. "Ah, Billy, please,"

Billy pulled his finger out and let go of Spencer's hair, hovering above him. They just stared at each other for a moment. Shit, he'd wanted this for so long. What if he hurt the kid? Would he leave him, go back to Sam and Dean and Castiel? He hadn't exactly been nice to him as it was but this, what if-

"Billy," Spencer whispered, cupping the man's cheek softly.

The look on the kid's face was all he needed –he pushed the tip of his hard cock into Spencer, crashed their lips together and then slammed the rest of his length in.

"Ahh!" Spencer let out against Billy's lips. It hurt, but he didn't care. This was what he wanted. Well, part of what he wanted at least. Part of the reason he had left the boys, Bobby and Cas. . .was because of his attraction to Billy, as well as the other thing. He felt Billy push into him harder.

"Stop. . .thinking, kid." He smirked. He watched the kid nod, licking his lips before clinging to his shoulder and arching up against him. His smirk widened. He pulled out faster and slammed back in harder. Fuck, the sounds the kid was making.

Spencer lifted his right leg and hiked it over Billy's waist, pulling him down against him. He could feel Billy's body rubbing against his cock, Billy's cock slipping into him deeper and deeper. He wasn't going to last much longer. "B-Billy, ah, I'm gonna-,"

Billy felt Spencer's seed splash against his abdomen. He smirked, and thrust into him harder, loving the moans he was getting. And after one. . .two. . .three more thrusts, he came with a moan inside of the kid.

He collapsed on top of Spencer, not really noticing he was probably too heavy for him. He could hear Spence breathing deeply. After a couple of minutes, he nuzzled against his neck. "Y' okay?"

Spencer wrapped his arms around the ex-gang lord's neck, not knowing if the older Hunter was going to move away but not wanting to let go either way. "Y-yeah," He could feel Billy shifting slightly, so he tightened his grip.

Billy chuckled against Spencer's neck. "'M just pulling out." He slipped out of the kid, laying beside him with his arm gripping at his waist tightly.

"Billy, erm,"

"Shh, 'm tired."

"O-okay. . ."

Billy pulled Spencer closer to him, kissing him heatedly for a long moment before laying back down.


Spencer walked out of the bathroom, rubbing the towel at his hair. When he'd woken up, Billy had been in the shower. All kinds of things had gone through his head: had he imagined last night? Dreamt it? Had Billy just been horny? Was Billy going to take the piss today?

But he'd decided to not think about it after too much. . .he would just wait and see what Billy did.

When Billy came out of the bathroom, half dressed, he had looked over to him. . .and then walked away to the kitchen.

That had hurt. A lot.

He swallowed thickly, keeping back tears, got up and hurried to the bathroom. He'd scolded himself for thinking that maybe Billy felt the same as he did. He'd scolded himself for been stupid.

"I packed y' shit, let's get going." Billy said, coming back into the room through the front door.

Yep, things were back to normal. He told himself to get used to it. Things weren't going to change just because they'd slept together, and he should have known that. He vaguely thought about phoning Sam and seeing where he was, but he couldn't do that, if Dean or Cas found out. . .things would more than likely get bad. He nodded and folded the towel before laying it on the table.

Billy watched as the kid put his shoes on. He could see he was hurting, but he wasn't saying anything about it. He wasn't saying anything about last night either. He understood why he hadn't said anything about it, but why wasn't the kid?

He sighed, agitated, and as the kid went to leave the room he grabbed him, pulling him towards him. He watched Spencer's eyes widen. Was he scared? Since when was the kid scared of him? He leaned down and pressed his lips to Spencer's, chastely. When he pulled away he smirked.

Spencer's mouth opened and closed a couple times out of shock before it stayed shut.

"So, where we headed t' now?" Billy asked, pulling the kid out the room and to the car.

Spencer followed behind Billy. "Illinois, looks like a Kitsune." Maybe he hadn't been stupid, maybe some things would always be the same, but some things were going to change.


The end!

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed.

I know the lemon scene isn't brilliant, I don't even think it's good. . .but for some reason I seem to be finding them hard to write lately, which is why my current Destiel fics are all T rated :'( . . .but I supposed writting this at the 2:30 in the morning didn't really help :/ so, if there's any mistakes I missed while checking, that's why. sorry. My other Hunter Chronicles fics will be other pairings -so there will be M rated Destiel, Sabriel, Samcer (Sam/spencer) and more Bilcer (billy/spencer) as well as Calthazar and maybe others.