Chapter 4
"Son. Of. A. Bitch! You do not touch what's mine!"
Reilly had worked himself into a rage, showing no signs of stopping his assault on the now barely conscience man at his feet.
Reid forced himself into a sitting position, ignoring the strain it caused on his stiff back, staring at the enraged man before him, mouth opening as closing soundlessly as he struggled to gather the courage to speak. "...Reilly, it's okay."
When the larger man showed no signs of hearing him, the young agent forced himself to his feet, somewhat stumbling the few feet between them and grabbing the angry mans arm as he raised to to strike again, "you're gonna kill him."
The con man spun around, hand clamping down on Reids wrist and twisting his arm, making him whimper loudly, but he still held his ground, refusing to back down like he would of have had he been the same person he was a month after being rescued.
"Stay out of this Spencer," the words came out as a growl and Reilly let him go, shoving him back towards the bed as he turned back to the man on the floor who was now trying to crawl pathetically away as quietly as possible.
Of course Reilly's shove-angle had been off, resulting in the smaller man stumbling back and missing the bed, leg catching the corner as he fell and land hard on his back on the cold wooden floor.
A half yelp, half cry tore from Reids lips as the sores and bruises on his back connected with the floor, spots dancing in his vision when his head thudded against the floor.
"Spencer!"
The floor vibrated slightly as Reilly fell next to him, a warm arm slipping under his neck and pulling him up as the agent struggled to put the room and the larger mans concerned and somewhat alarmed face into focus.
A warm hand patted his face lightly, "Spence, can you hear me?" Reid blinked trying to clear the spots, choosing to stare at the ceiling rather than at the face of the man who was currently half cradling him, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean, I... I thought you'd hit the bed."
"M'fine," Reid wished he had the strength to sit up, but both his head and back were currently throbbing and he didn't think he had enough co-ordination to get his legs under him, or even to push himself away from Reilly.
"Here, I'm gonna lift you onto the bed alright?"
Reilly's free arm slid under his knees and Reid found himself hoisted into the air and deposited gently on the bed, the older mans arm keeping a light but firm grip on the back of his neck to keep him from falling onto his back, "easy does it now."
"M'fine... I don't need your help," Reid shrugged away from the older mans touch, clutching the blanket under him when the room tilted and a wave of nausea rose in his throat, his free hand rushing up to clasp over his mouth as he fought to keep what little was in his stomach from coming up.
"You gonna be sick?" Reilly's face was a mask of concern, the scar by his eye crinkling.
Reid shook his head the best he could before lowering his hand and moving a few inches away, biting the inside of his lip when the pain flared from the movement.
"I just... I wanna lay down, and I wanna go to sleep," the young agent stammered, eyes flickering from the bed to Reilly, then back to the bed, "okay?"
A soft smile appeared on the cons face, the type of smile that let Reid know that his request was about to be turned down, "you need a bath."
Reid swallowed hard, turning his attention to the floral bedspread, "I don't want a bath... I just want to sleep."
"S'not an option Spence, you're covered in filth, you need to get clean... c'mon," Reilly stood and reached out, grabbing the smaller man by his arms and hauled him to his feet, catching the skinny agent around the waist when his legs buckled unexpectedly.
When he refused to keep still as he was lead down the narrow hall, Reilly let out a sigh and muttered under his breath, suddenly stopping only to crouch and put the still squirming man over his shoulder, " y'just had to be difficult..."
Reid finally went limp, hanging there, staring at the small of the larger mans back as they finally reached the bathroom, the agent curling his toes against the cold linoleum when Reilly crouched again to put him back on his own two feet.
He glanced around at the small bathroom, it was barely half as big as the one at Reilly's old house... which would make it almost impossible to squeeze past the con and get out the door. The bathtub and shower practically took up half the room.
"Don't even..."
Blinking, Reid finally realized he had been staring at the doorway, and as he watched Reilly purposely stared at him as he reached out a calloused hand and pushed the door shut.
"I wasn't..." Reid purposely cut himself off, keeping his head down though he kept his eyes on Reilly as he turned on the water and started filling the tub.
"Yes you were," Reilly didn't look over as he stuck his hand under the flow of water to check the temperature, " you let them get inside your head... Though I can't blame you, it's what they do. They get inside peoples heads for a living."
He stayed silent, there was no point in arguing... he always lost and wound up with bruises.
Wetting his lips, the agent shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "can I take a shower instead?"
Again Reilly didn't turn to look at him, his attention focused on the water, "no... it'll only agitate the sores on your back. Now take your boxers off."
Reid didn't move, "I'll be careful... I won't let..."
"I said no Spencer and that's the end of it," Reilly's sharp tone made him flinch, "now lose the boxers and get in the fucking tub."
Taking a breath, the agent finally moved to remove his only article of clothing.
"Could you take any longer?"
He looked up the moment Reilly pushed into his space, his ass hitting the sink with a thump as the larger mans fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down his hips, the suddenness of it and the feel of cool air again sensitive skin making his breath hitch.
Reilly smirked at the sound but said nothing, crouching down to pull the garment off smaller mans skinny legs, making sure his fingers grazed over his captives thighs as he stood, watching the younger man squirmy uncomfortably.
The con reached a hand up to grasp Reids chin, tilting his head up so that their faces were barely an inch apart, lips almost touching, but not quite, smirking slightly at the feel of the other mans hands grasping the sides of his shirt, his pupils slightly dilated in the dingy bathroom light and his lips slightly parted as he let out small unneeded gasps.
He moved his hand from Reids chin to his hair, smirk turning to a scowl as he clenched his fingers and twisted his hand, making the agent give a small cry, pale hands flying up in a sad attempt to free himself, quickly giving up, and simply holding onto his captors wrist instead, "now get in fucking tub."
Letting go, Reilly stepped to the side and let the now naked agent pass and climb into the tub, wincing when the water touched his skin, he sighed, "you can't take a bath standing up Spencer..."
Reid glanced at him before nodding, slowly lowering himself into the almost too-hot water, biting his lip when the water lapped gently against his back.
He sat there silently, one hand clenched onto the side of the tub, wanting nothing more then to climb out.
The agent looked over when he saw Reilly move from the corner of his eye, "what are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" The con pulled his shirt off over his head, mussing his blonde streaked hair and revealing two new scars on his side that Reid guessed had to have been caused by a shank, "now budge up."
Taking a breath, Reid looked away as Reilly removed the rest of his clothing before he forced himself to move forward, pulling his legs up so that the larger man could fit in behind him, the cons feet on either side of his hips.
He stayed silent as he allowed his back to be gingerly cleaned, the other man humming under his breath as he reached around Reid to grab the shampoo.
"I can clean my own hair," Reid protested, even though Reilly had already started to lather his hair. He sighed when, as expected, he was ignored.
Reilly used a cup to wash the shampoo out of his hair, filling it with tub-water and pouring it over the smaller mans head, instructing him to keep his eyes shut to avoid having suds get in them.
"Turn around so I can clean the front of yah."
Reid started to protest but cut himself off, what was the point of arguing? He would either do it willingly, or be forced, and willingly would be a lot let painful.
After a moment of hesitation, the agent hauled himself onto his knees and somewhat awkwardly clambered around until he was sitting again, now facing Reilly who was wearing his usual smirk, his legs laying over Reilly's due to the narrowness of the tub.
They sat for a moment before Reilly sighed and reached out, grabbing his legs and pulling him slightly closer, "you can't get clean sittin' so far away."
'I could if you would let me wash myself,' Reid thought, though didn't dare say it out loud out of fear of being struck.
It didn't take long for his front to get clean, then the cloth was deposited on the floor and the skinny agent found himself being dragged forward into an unwanted kiss, Reilly's tongue invading his mouth as his hands found boney hips under water.
Reid stared at the grimy blue-green tiles behind the con as he tilted his chin up instinctively as his neck was assaulted with kisses and nips.
A strangled noise rose in his throat when Reilly's teeth found the spot behind his ear and he found himself involuntarily gripping the larger mans arms...
Oh how he hated bathes.
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Sorry it took sooooooo long for the update, I had it about 1/4th written and then my mind went BLAH! And then there was the pressure of end of semester school stuff and exams (though I only had one) and ….. and yeah.
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