Chapter Seven

"What were y' hooked on?" Billy asked as he lifted Spencer's arm closer to his face, his thumb tracing the tiny, almost invisible, scars that marred where his arm bent. The kid was a fed...but he had defiantly been on something. And if it was something to make him not able to think, something to make him forget...for the kid, it would have had to be strong.

Spencer looked at Billy, his eyes wide. He didn't want to talk about it. Sure, Billy was a gang lord that ran a gang that dealt in drugs –among other things- but he didn't want the man to know about it. He was ashamed and he still couldn't talk to the team about it properly. He pushed his hair out of his face and took a deep breath. "I, err, I'm going to use the shower. You don't mind, right?" He said quietly and started to lift up from Billy, his arms and hands wobbling as he held onto the man's shoulders.

Oh hell no. There was no way the kid was getting away without telling him what he wanted to know. He gripped at Spencer's hips roughly and moved quickly, twisting their positions and holding him against the sofa beneath him.

"Ah-uh, B-Billy, what're you doing?"

"I wan' t' know what these are from." Billy said as he rubbed his thumb against Spencer's arm.

Spencer stared up at Billy; why was he doing this? He didn't understand why Billy wanted to know...the man didn't care about him...so why was he asking? "It...it has nothing to do with you." He told him. "Now will you please let me up."

Billy grabbed at Spencer's chin, tilting his head back and moving closer; as he moved he pushed into the kid, making him hiss in discomfort. He smirked. "Tell me what they're from," He moved his body slightly, pushing further into Spencer...and making him wince. "or 'm goin' t' make y' real uncomfortable."

Spencer took a few deeps breaths; he was sore...he was sure it was because he had had sex –not exactly gentle sex either- so many times in the past day and it had only been his first time too...he was so sore. "Please...will you just move."

"Not...until you...tell me..." Billy said with a thrust of his hips after each word.

Spencer whimpered a little as he bit his bottom lip.

Billy could tell the kid didn't want to talk about it...but he wanted to know. He hadn't thought Spencer would go anywhere near that shit. Hell, even he didn't touch the stuff. The kid was way too good to go near it...so he just wanted to know why he'd touched it. Was it really that fucking hard to answer?

"What do you think they're from?" Spencer asked, snappishly.

"Don't fuckin' snap at me, jus' answer the question." Billy told him, managing to keep his temper down.

Spencer sighed and looked away from Billy. "Well, it's obviously drugs..."

"Y' don't say?" Billy said sarcastically and chuckled, half-smirking. "Which?" He pulled out of Spencer slowly and watched him breathe in sharply. He sat on the sofa and watched the kid sit up and move closer to the arm, his long legs still spread and touching his. Damn, the kid was so-...he wanted the kid again. But he knew he was sore, and he had to remind himself that he was trying to find something out from him. He locked eyes with Spencer and softly said, "Tell me."

"Dilaudid." Spencer choked out. He cleared his throat and blinked twice before looking away from Billy.

Billy wanted to ask Spencer more, why he took it, why he hadn't wanted to talk about it and why he looked so upset right now...but he couldn't. He wasn't sure why, but he just couldn't find it in himself to keep getting at the kid...and upset him more. He nodded –even though the kid wasn't looking at him- and stood up from the sofa, looking down at the kid's body before ruffling his hair somewhat affectionately. "I'll get y' a towel."


Billy sat on the edge of his bed as he heard the shower start. Right now he wanted nothing more than to go into the bathroom and do the kid in the shower...but he knew he couldn't. Not only had he fucked the kid six times in less than forty-eight hours, but he was still thinking about why he would have started taking drugs.

He stood up and stubbed his cig out in the ashtray on his bedside table before climbing into bed, staring up at the ceiling. He had to stop thinking about the kid like...like he was someone he could keep, someone he could care for, someone he could lo-. He had to remember what he had done. He had made a deal...and then backed out of it at the last minute. He had to make sure he or the guys found Hanley before the feds did. He had to end that little bastard before he could tell the feds he was involved...before Spencer could find out he was involved.

Even if he had stopped the deal, he didn't want the kid to know he was involved.

First thing in the morning he would have to talk to Bodie and the guys, he needed Hanley found...and he needed to know if any of the business' were under the same problem as they had been before. He couldn't deal with Hanley causing them trouble again, especially not if the little bastard was trying to kill him...and the kid.


Spencer walked out of the bathroom and into the living room. He was drying his hair with a towel while he stood and stared at the sofa...there was a pillow and a thin sheet laid out for him. He wanted to smile because Billy had obviously thought about him...but he didn't. Instead he looked towards the bedroom...where Billy was.

He swallowed thickly, before walking to the bedroom. He dropped the towel before going into the room. He looked to the bed and saw Billy was on the right side, his back towards him. He took a quiet deep breath and moved over to the bed, lifting the cover and climbing in as quietly as he could. "It was just under two years ago." He said quietly. He waited a moment just to see if Billy was awake or not. He felt the need to tell the man how he had become addicted to Dilaudid...he knew why. He didn't want Billy to think he had just started taking drugs for no reason, that he was just a junkie. He kept his eyes on Billy's form as he turned over, and even in the dark he could see the man's eyes.

"Two years ago?" Billy asked, urging the kid to go on.

"Yeah." Spencer nodded. "The team and I were on a case...and I went off on my own. I was knocked out and kidnapped..." He paused. He could still remember been hit when he had been running back for JJ, and then looking up and realising that their Unsub wasn't Tobias...that it was a so called archangel...inside his mind...that Tobias had dissociative identity disorder -multiple personality disorder. "And...t-then I was tied to a chair and..." He paused again and took a deep breath. "drugged and tortured for two days by the Unsub. I was even...at one point I actually died." He remembered...that's when Morgan had changed.

Billy pushed himself up into a sitting position and stared down at Spencer. "You...what d' y' mean y' died?" He knew he sounded pissed...but it was better that the kid heard that rather than his concern.

"I had a fit and I died...b-but the Unsub, well it was actually Tobias that saved me."

"He saved you? Why?"

Spencer shrugged; he didn't want to get into how Tobias wasn't actually the Unsub. "He never wanted to hurt me, I guess." He watched Billy frown deeply. "But I ended up having to shoot him and then my team rescued me."

"Did they know?"

"I didn't tell anyone on the team...I mean they knew, eventually –I guess I started acting differently-, but I didn't ask for help when I needed it." He told him. "And then I'd get the drugs from wherever I could...but I've been clean for almost a year now."

Billy stared at the kid, not really knowing what to say. "Why'd y' tell me?"

"I'm not sure really," Spencer told him. "I just...I guess I wanted you to know that I wasn't just a junkie."

"Y' really think I'd assume that, about you?" Billy asked.

Spencer shrugged again. "Why wouldn't you? I mean y-you sell drugs, right? So why wouldn't you just assume that."

Billy's jaw tensed and he looked away from Spencer. The damn kid really thought he'd think like that...about him? Just because he was a gang lord didn't mean he thought the worst of people...well, actually he did but not about the kid. "Y' a fuckin' idiot." He shook his head and started to climb out of bed; he didn't know why the kid made him like this, made him feel so strongly about something so small...but he was pissed.

Spencer frowned lightly, confused. He sat up and reached out, taking hold of Billy's arm. He watched as the man stopped moving and looked at him over his shoulder. "I made you mad," He said quietly. He wasn't sure what he had said to make him so mad, but he didn't like it. He didn't want him to be mad or pissed...he liked it when they just talked. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry." He looked away from Billy, down to the bed. "Don't go...don't...don't leave me on my own."

Billy knew he should just get up and go, leave the kid...but he didn't want to. He looked down at Spencer; his pyjama top was unbuttoned and his flannel bottoms were hanging low on his thin hips...his eyes were wide and upset. He cupped the kid's face and leaned down, staring into the kid's eyes before pressing his lips to his.

Spencer moaned into the kiss and let Billy push him down onto the bed, their lips never separating.

Billy moved on top of Spencer, in-between his legs. He ran his hands down Spencer's side, feeling how thin he was before gripping at the top of his pj bottoms and boxers...before pulling them down quickly, his boxer covered cock rubbing against the kid's hardening one. He grabbed at the kid's bum, squeezing and pushing him closer to his body.

Spencer moaned and hooked his right leg over Billy's waist. He wanted Billy in him. He placed his hand on the man's –which was still on his bum- and moved it to his opening. He felt Billy smirk against his lips before he pulled away. He breathed out. "P-please."

"Y' sound like y' asking." Billy smirked.

"I don't ask." Spencer smiled back.

Billy chuckled before kissing at Spencer's neck and sliding a finger into him.

"Ah!" Spencer gasped sharply.

Billy pulled back and looked down at the kid. "What's wrong?" He frowned lightly; he'd fucked the kid so many times...one finger couldn't still cause him pain. He lifted up from Spencer's body and spread his legs –not removing his finger-...he noticed how the kid gasped and tensed up as his finger moved slightly. He sighed and pulled his finger out of Spencer's opening. "Y' sore."

Spencer nodded and pushed himself up to rest on his elbows. "It, err...doesn't hurt that much..." He lied quietly and looked away from Billy.

Billy half-smirked and leaned over the kid, his hands resting on the bed next to the kid's elbow. "Are y' sayin' y' want me to do y' anyway?"

Spencer looked back at Billy, his cheeks bright red; is that why he had said something, because he wanted to sleep with Billy...again? "I-I...yes."

Billy's smirk widened. He leaned forward and kissed Spencer quickly. "I can't fuck y' for a little while, y' got t' rest y' ass. An' y' know what that means?" He took hold of the kid's face and pulled him closer. He watched Spencer try and shake his head. "No one else is allowed t' fuck y' either." He kissed the kid quickly again before pulling away –despite Spencer's attempt to keep him close- and pulled the cover back. "Scoot over an' get in if y' stayin' in here."

Spencer was staring at Billy, still trying to figure out why he had said he couldn't fuck anyone else. He frowned lightly as the older man grabbed his ankles and swung his legs to the other side of the bed. "Don't I get my pants back?" He watched Billy look him up and down as if contemplating whether to give them back. He felt his cheeks grow warm as Billy's eyes landed in-between his legs; he smiled and spread his legs a little further apart. "Well?"

Billy looked up at the kid's face, half-smirking as he saw the playful smile on his face. Shit, he wanted this kid more than he'd wanted anyone before, even though he'd had him so many times already...but he didn't want to hurt him. And in a way...that scared the fucking shit out of him. He didn't care about anyone but himself, he didn't help feds, he didn't let anyone sleep in his bed...but here he was letting the kid sleep in his bed, helping him out...and feeling like he was starting to care about him. What the fuck was he doing with the kid? He grabbed Spencer's boxers out from his pyjama bottoms and threw them to him. "Just those."

Spencer rolled his eyes but kept his smile as he pulled his boxer shorts on. "I don't understand why you said that." He said quietly as he crawled to his side of the bed and got under the covers.

"I don't want y' wearing y' pants." Billy said simply, but confused.

"No, not that." Spencer smiled and laughed lightly. "About me not...f-fucking anyone else...why'd you say it? I mean, it's not like anyone other than you actually wants to...do that with me."

Billy got under the covers, looking at the kid with an unconvinced look. "Y' fuckin' jokin', right? Y' don't seriously believe that, d' y'?"

"I don't even understand why you slept with me the first time...never mind the other times."

"Like I said that night, I get what I want."

"Even FBI agents undercover as prostitutes?" Spencer asked. He bit his bottom lip as he realised he maybe shouldn't have asked that...he wasn't sure if Billy was still mad about been tricked –as he had put it.

Billy smirked. "Especially undercover FBI agents."

Spencer smiled. "Oh, that reminds me...the one thing I don't get –well, I didn't understand it as soon as I laid eyes on you- is why you phoned for a prostitute in the first place. I doubt you have trouble getting someone, so why pay?" He asked curiously. He frowned, confused, as he noticed Billy had tensed and wasn't looking at him anymore. He didn't understand the man's reaction...what had he said?

"What I don't understand is why y' think y' so undesirable...when I've fucked y' so many times, and when that Morgan fed is so obviously wantin' to screw y' brains out." Billy said as he lay down on his back, looking at the kid.

Spencer's cheeks heated up, furiously. "W-what? Y-you're crazy, he doesn't...he's not even into guys, he's-,"

"Maybe he ain't," Billy started. "but he's into you." There was no fucking way the kid could be that blind...even he had seen how the dark skinned man looked at the kid. "Hold on, are you into him?" He asked, frowning deeply.

"What? N-no. And he isn't into me."

Billy's frown deepened at the tone in the kid's voice...he was uneasy almost. "Wait a fuckin' minute," He sat up and leaned over Spencer, his eyes locked with wide brown ones. "y' are, aren't y?"

Spencer stared up into Billy's too blue eyes. He had no idea where this was coming from and so suddenly. "I'm not. And even if I was, why do you care? I mean it's not like we're dating or anything, right?" He said, his voice getting quieter as he went on.

Billy's jaw tensed and his hands fisted against the pillow next to Spencer's head; why was the kid so fucking stupid? "No, we ain't...but when 'm fucking someone, I like t' know if they're goin' t' go fuck someone else, especially when I stick my dick up their ass without a condom." He said harshly; most of what he said was bullshit...apart from the kid he only slept with someone once, twice at most, and he always made sure he wore protection. He was just...jealous...that the kid might go off and fuck the dark skinned fed, because where would that leave him and his confusing feelings if the kid wasn't around?

Spencer's cheeks heated up again and he swallowed thickly. "W-what? I-I don't...I wouldn't do that; I wouldn't go sleep with someone while I was with you. And I don't...I care about Morgan a-and we might have fooled around together a bit but you were the first person I slept with and I'm still sleeping with you...I wouldn't go with someone else...until you tell me to get lost."

Billy believed the kid. He stopped frowning at him. "Fooled around?" He asked curiously and watched Spencer nod slowly. "Y' mean like y' jerked each other off an' shit? What are you, fifteen?"

Spencer frowned and pushed himself up onto his elbows, his face almost touching Billy's. "I'm twenty-three...and yeah, among other things."

"I take he's older than you, and what...he never tried t' fuck y'?"

Spencer looked away from Billy for a moment before looking back; he didn't want to talk about Morgan. "He...he wanted to, but I didn't."

Billy couldn't say he didn't like it...because for some damn reason he was over the moon that the kid had said no to his dark skinned friend. He smirked. "So, these other things...what are they exactly?"

Spencer smiled widely. "Why don't you get off me and I can show you."

Billy looked down at Spencer's body before half-smirking at him and laying back down next to him. He watched Spencer take a deep breath before getting up and moving so he was in-between his legs, moving the bed cover out of the way. He raised his brows at the kid as he watched him look down at his crotch; the kid wasn't going to-...he hadn't thought the kid would be the kind to.

Spencer pulled Billy's boxers down and dropped them on the floor. He looked at Billy –who had propped himself up on his elbows to watch him- briefly before leaning down and kissing at the man's stomach.

Billy smirked warmly; trust the kid...he was going to suck him off, and he was going to be sweet about it.

Spencer took hold of Billy's cock. He hadn't thought about how Billy was bigger than Morgan. He swallowed thickly before pressing his lips to the tip of Billy's cock...slowly opening his mouth and taking the man in slowly bit by bit.

Fuck. Billy had had no idea the kid was capable of doing something like he was...and he had never been so glad to be wrong. He wasn't even sure what the kid was doing with his mouth and tongue, it felt that fucking good. He reached his hand towards Spencer's head and pushed the brown hair out of his face...half-smirking as his eyes locked with those wide brown ones. "Damn kid," He said hoarsely.

Spencer smiled, still looking at Billy. He swirled his tongue around the tip and sucked harder, watching the older man groan and let his head fall back before laying down completely...his hand still holding his brown hair.

Billy's hand gripped tighter at Spencer's hair before he bucked up into his mouth. He felt the kid tense and stop moving. Shit, he'd scared him. He was about to say something...when the kid started sucking and moving his tongue again. He moaned.

Shit. He was so close. "Kid, y' might...wan' t'..." He cut off into a deep guttural moan as he came...in Spencer's mouth.

Spencer hadn't been expecting it...but he managed to swallow most of Billy's release. He pulled off of the man's cock, making a pop sound. He looked at Billy as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling lightly.

Billy lifted his head and smirked at the kid.

Spencer crawled onto Billy, sitting on the man's stomach.

Billy cupped the back of Spencer's neck and pulled him down towards him. "Y' just full o' surprises, ain't y' kid?" He smirked before flipping them over so he was on top of Spencer. He kissed at the kid's neck. "Y' better make sure y' ass gets better soon." He said before going back to his neck, kissing and biting and sucking...as he listened to him laugh lightly.


Billy groaned and ran his hand over his face before reaching blindly for his cell on the bedside table. Whoever the fuck was calling at this time...was going to get it. He pushed the button and held it to his ear. "What!" He snapped.

"We had a deal, Darley."

Billy frowned deeply. He didn't recognise the voice...but he didn't need to ask who it was. "What the fuck d' y' want?" He asked, his voice still snappish.

"Y' took what I was promised."

His frown turned into a glare and his arm tightened around Spencer's body. "Yeah, well I changed m' mind." He hung up and looked down at the kid who was still fast asleep, his thin body sprawled on top of his. He looked at his phone as it started ringing again. He answered. "Listen you little bastard-,"

"He's mine, Darley!" The man yelled. "And I will get him. I'm coming for him, Darley, and you can't stop me." He hung up.

Billy pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it for a moment. Fuck. What the fuck was he supposed to do? Was he just supposed to get his guys out to find Hanley...or did he need to involve the kid's team? He looked down at Spencer as he felt him stir.

"Hmm," Spencer hummed against Billy's chest. "who was that?" He asked and looked up at Billy, blinking sleepily.

"No one. Wrong number." He said and lifted his hand to rub at Spencer's head, affectionately. "Go back to sleep, kid." He watched Spencer nod and lay his head back against his chest. He wasn't going to let that bastard hurt the kid. He wasn't going to lose the kid. He couldn't.


End of chapter 7!

Thanks for reading and everything! I'll update chap 8 on saturday.

I know Spencer's age isn't right for the series timeline when he's kidnapped but I wanted him to be a few years younger than Billy. As always, would love to know what you're thinking of the story/relationship and stuff :) Oh, and it will be clear what Billy's and Hanley's deal was about in a couple of chaps.