Spencer is breathing heavily. He'd climbed a tree to hide from the tribe that had just killed his tribe. His tribe wasn't a war tribe. They weren't fighting people. They had been a friendly, generous peaceful tribe. But tonight they'd all been taken down.
Spencer had gotten away with one of the infants from the family that allowed him to sleep next to them. He'd lost his mother years ago and hadn't made a new family of his own. He'd been accepted into the bond of this family as if he had come from the woman his self.
He hears people under the tree and he slides a hand over the infant's mouth to keep them safe. The child is making whimpering sounds. The people below him are yelling and he knows they've been caught. He watches them all crowd the tree. There's no way for him to get away now. He holds the infant to his chest and closes his eyes.
He's pulled from the tree and lands on his back clutching the baby. They pull him up to his feet without giving him a moment to regain his breath. A large man grabs his hair and looks his face over. He yells something to his cohorts and spits on Spencer's face. A different man grabs at the infant and Spencer bites him. The man that had been holding his hair backhands him and walks away barking orders.
The man he'd bitten grabs Spencer's arm and drags him behind the tribe. Spencer keeps the child close and tries to keep up with the more muscular man. They walk a full night before reaching a full field with men and women and children running around.
The man that had spit on him grabs him again by the hair and drags him to a large, humorless looking man. He's thrown to the ground and the baby cries. Spencer gets on his knees quickly and rocks the baby softly and whispers to her. The tribe crowds around to see him.
He looks up and sees their eyes go from him to the humorless man and decides that this man is their leader. The man is looking him over and he looks down at the infant. Tears fall down Spencer's face and he whispers farewells to the baby. The man begins to speak and Spencer holds his baby tighter. The leader man grabs the baby and Spencer pulls away. The spitting man grabs Spencer and the leader grabs the baby.
He hands the baby to a woman at his side and Spencer is thrashing. He gets free and attacks the leader. The spitting man and the man he bit, along with a few other men he'd yet to have contact with throw him to the ground and kick him. The leader yells and they stop. Spencer gets up on his hands and knees and crawls towards the woman to reach for the baby.
The leader comes to him and Spencer whimpers. He's gently helped up and the baby is handed back. Spencer is bleeding from his mouth but smiles at the baby. The leader speaks again and everyone gasps. Spencer looks up them and then to the leader. He grabs Spencer and kisses him on the lips.
Spencer had never been kissed before. He stares at the leader with wide eyes. The humorless man takes one of Spencer's hands and puts it on his chest and then puts his own hand on Spencer's chest. "One," he says, but Spencer doesn't know what that means. A kiss in his tribe spoke of love and commitment. He isn't sure if it means the same thing here.
The crowd disperses after another word from the leader. He puts a hand on Spencer's shoulder and leads him to a hut. There are berries placed in front of him and the leader sits to watch. Spencer tastes one skeptically with his eyes fixed on the leader. When he determines them to be fit he begins to feed the baby.
The leader man cocks an eyebrow. In his tribe mothers ate before the children. This young man's mannerisms were a change that he enjoyed. It was an attractive quality. He has a second bowl put in front of the younger man when the first is nearly empty. The young man continues to feed the infant until it refuses food. He looks up at the leader and slowly eats the rest of the second bowl.
Leader man holds his hands out for the baby and Spencer pulls the baby to his chest. He softly pets the child and holds his arms out again. Spencer slowly hands the child over. The leader smiles down at it. He point at his self and says "Hotch." He points Spencer next. "Spencer," he answers. He points to the baby. "Maeve," Spencer says.
Hotch rocks her again and sets her down on what Spencer assumes is a bed. He pulls Spencer up and looks him over. He pulls the loose tunic from Spencer and inspects his chest. He runs his hands down the small ribs. The people of his tribe were beefy and strong from hunting and fighting. Spencer is taller than anyone in his tribe. Thinner, too. He lacks the muscle mass of his tribe.
Spencer is wearing a brave face but he is trembling. Hotch circles him and investigates the bruising on his back. His men said they'd found him in a tree. He must have been pulled out and hit hard. He kisses the bruise softly and continues.
He next unties the skirt and tosses it with the tunic. The man is gorgeous. Hotch turns him around and looks him over. He runs a hand down his back and kisses his shoulder. He feels his self hardening. He picks up the infant and quickly walks out of the hut.
He finds his most trusted friend and his partner and asks them to watch the baby. David and Prentiss agree happily. They'd never been blessed with children. Aaron returns to the hut and has to physically stop Spencer from hurting him. He pulls Spencer to the entrance way and shows him the older couple bouncing the baby.
He pulls Spencer close and kisses him softly. Spencer relaxes a little into the embrace. Was he to be the leader man... Hotch... was he to be Hotch's concubine?
He stands back and opens his arms in invitation. Spencer closes his eyes and steps forward. The closer he is with the man, the better. Even if no other member of the tribe likes him, if the leader wants him around he and Maeve will be safe.
Hotch lays Spencer down on the bed place and kisses him again. Spencer can't help but weep while Hotch explores man parts his legs and he feels the man pushing into him. He fights because it hurts. Hotch holds him down and thrusts completely inside. Spencer is sobbing now and pushing at Hotch's shoulders. Hotch doesn't move. He kisses Spencer's face and hushes him. He pets his smaller lover until he stops crying.
He starts slowly. He moves in and out gently and kisses Spencer's neck. Once he's got a rhythm down he angles until Spencer gasps and pulls him closer. He continues to angle there and puts a hand between them to bring him to completion. Spencer groans and thrusts into Hotch's hand. Hotch brings him to completion first and then grabs his hips and finished inside him. He holds Spencer and whispers exotic sounding reassurance to him. He holds Spencer's hands and one again says "one."
He cuddles the smaller man. He runs his fingers through the long hair. His tribe's males kept their hair short. Only the women ever had long hair, and that was still a rare occurrence. Hotch kisses him again once he's relaxed. He begins to get up and Spencer's hold on him tightens. "Maeve," Spencer begs. Hotch smiles and nods at him.
He recovers the baby from his friend. David is wearing a smug smile that screams that he knows what Hotch has just done. Hotch wishes he was too powerful to blush. He brings the baby back and settles her in the makeshift infant bed Spencer had put together. He settles back down beside his new lover and holds him close so that they may sleep.