Flat Mates

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine. Which is a shame.

Floyd Flanders once said: When two damaged people join they can form a perfect union like a crazy sick jigsaw puzzle.


Reid stood on the small balcony and looked over the city. He was not back at work, and the likelihood of that ever happening was pretty slim. Hotch had requested more psych evaluations but then was told that somehow Dr Reid was either cheating or so messed up that he was not being truthful. According to the results again Reid was the sanest most undamaged person on the planet, and his interpretation of ink blots was remarkable! Therefore he was still at home. A new home. A fresh start. He had given up his old place and moved to somewhere bigger. Somewhere for two.

He held a tumbler of whiskey in one hand and was gripping the railing with the other. This was very close to perfection. Obviously it would never be perfect. Nothing ever could be. There was always something to spoil the event or the feeling. Something always there at that point when nothing else mattered except for that deep rush from inside.

Floyd.

He felt hands on his shoulders and light kiss on the back of his neck. "Hey – what are you thinking?" Reid looked around at the hand on his shoulder and saw the scars where the hands hand been stitched together.

"Stuff. Just thinking how good this feels." Reid felt the hand tighten slightly on his shoulder and felt an uncontrollable desire to get off the balcony. He took a step back away from Taki and then side stepped past him back into the lounge.

"What's wrong?" Taki put a hard hand again on Reid's shoulder. "Don't run away. I want to watch the night with you."

Spencer stopped walking but didn't turn back again. "Taki – I am tired. I need to sleep." He felt fingernails digging into his shoulder.

"You keep avoiding me. What have I done wrong? Watch the night with me. Now."

Reid sighed and tipped back the contents of the tumbler into his mouth. "I am tired. Please Taki. I want to sleep."

The furnishings in the apartment were not what Reid would have chosen. Much too modern. Taki had chosen. Even though Spencer had requested other things, this is what he got. He sighed and looked at all the chrome and glass and the white painted bare walls. His books consigned to a separate room. A room he didn't get a lot of opportunities to go in now that Taki had installed a lock and hidden the key somewhere.

"I need to get a book." But the nails just dug in deeper.

"You need to stop being such a liar Spence. You said you were tired. Too tired to stand and watch the night with me so too tired to read one of your stupid books. I am getting them removed. We could use the room for something else. A guest room. The space is wasted."

Reid ignored the comment. He walked off and into his bedroom quietly closing the door behind him.

Taki stood outside and looked at the closed door. He wanted to go in there and carry on the conversation. To drag Spencer back out again and make him stand with him and watch the night. He also wanted to go in there and show Spencer who was the boss. He looked down at his hands and remembered the pain he had gone through to rescue Reid, only to be rejected by him now.

He walked into Spencer's room without knocking and watched as he climbed into bed. "Get up. I want you to watch the night with me."

Reid just turned onto his side and pulled the covers up higher. "Learn to knock. This is my room."

"I didn't ask for mouth. I told you to get up."

"I wasn't offering mouth. Go away Taki. I want to sleep."

Taki tried a different approach. "Please Spence. Give me five maybe ten minutes. I know I am bossy sometimes. I'm sorry. I will give you the key for your library; just give me some of your time." BAH! He hated talking like that but sometimes needs must.

Spencer rolled over in his bed and looked over at Taki standing looking all dejected. "Ok five minutes. But I have taken my meds now and will probably fall asleep on you." He slid out from under the covers wearing his dark blue PJ bottoms but no top and walked over to a now grinning Taki.

Taki took Spencer by the hand and squeezed it gently and then led him back out to the small balcony. He pushed Reid in front of him so he was leaning on the railing and pressed his body behind him. He felt Spencer writhe slightly and he heard a definite sigh. He kissed him gently on the back of the neck and now he really felt Spencer react. He knew Spencer wouldn't be able to resist him. Spencer never could.

Reid wanted to turn around and plant little kisses on Taki's neck in return, but hands kept him where he was. The same hands which touched him and excited him. The same hands pushing his upper body too far over the railings but holding him still. Spencer moaned with delight. This was dangerously good.

Whore!

I told you not to touch him.

But Reid ignored the voice shouting abuse. Actually it was even beginning to enhance the situation. Making it feel dirty and wonderful as well as dangerous. It would have been so much better if this had been Floyd, but it wasn't. Second best will have to do. He let out a giggle of pleasure or maybe even third choice. But it was good.

Son of a bitch!

You are ignoring me!

"Yes." A soft whisper.

You dirty little slut.

Sigh.

When Taki moved back away from Spencer he slid slowly to the floor and knelt looking up at Taki.

"I told you I wouldn't take long. You can go back to bed now."

"Taki."

But he walked off leaving Spencer kneeling.

"Taki! Come back."

He watched as Otikami went to his room and shut and locked the door behind him.

That's what happens to tarts.

Now what are you going to do?

Watch some porn?

Or just lay in bed and remember.

"Leave me alone Floyd."

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When Reid awoke in the morning he felt irritable and still too tired but also needed a coffee and something to settle his grumbling stomach. He slipped out of bed and walked from his room. He could hear the static from the over large TV in the lounge so he went there first. Taki was asleep on the couch. The remote control still in his hand. Spencer smiled at him and then looked down to see what he had been watching. It made his stomach turn over. 'Running the Rim.' There seemed to be an unending supply of this stuff!

Spencer picked it up and took it to the kitchen when he melted it on the electric hob.

Something grabbed his hair and pulled him back. "What in hells name are you doing." A spiteful hissing in his ear. "That was my property. Do you want me to start burning your books?"

Reid span around losing a bit of hair to Taki as he went and waggled the melted disc at him. "You don't need to watch this. I was in the next room. Why do you have to watch this depraved crap?!"

Taki shrugged. "I fancy one of the actors." And he took the disc from Reid's hand and kissed his forehead. "I am sorry I got grouchy last night."

Reid just shrugged and moved away to make a coffee. Why did all the significant men in his life end up being total bastards? Why couldn't he just tell them to go away? Not that he wanted Floyd to go away. No – he very much wanted him back again. He glanced over his shoulder at Taki. What sort of person is he? This must be transference. Yes that's what this is and it will wear off. It's not like they shared a bed or anything. They are just friends with benefits and it was Floyd he wanted. It was Floyd's hands he wanted to feel holding him too tightly and it was Floyd's eyes he wanted to see that flash of anger from. Reid felt safe with Floyd. He knew him. He hardly knew Taki, except for the long time he spent kneeling and being abused by him.

Not the best start for a loving relationship.

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