Cachorro
Ahmose Inarus aka Hatochiisai
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds, nor do I make any profit off of writing this other than my own happiness.
SLASH: Hotch/Reid, OC UnSub/Reid (non-con)
Chapter 10
"You're calling me WHAT?" Hotch blurted, eyes wide.
"Outlaw." Winters said with a grin.
"… Why?"
"Because it's funny." Garcia said on the computer screen. Hotch stared at the grins on Garcia and JJ's faces, then threw his hands up in surrender.
"Hey Hotch… It was either that, or Cassanova." JJ offered with a shrug.
"If that's supposed to make me feel better…"
"Yeah… a choice of either 'Bad Guy' or 'Man Whore'." Rossi chuckled, and the others laughed.
"Alright, you've had your fun." Hotch snorted. "Now let's get to work."
Reid spent dinner on his cushion on the floor at Coronado's side, literally leaning against the man, his head resting on his master's thigh, sighing softly at the fingers running through his hair. Whenever he was offered a tidbit of food from his master's plate he nibbled slowly, eyes distant… empty of all emotion but despair.
He blankly chewed his steak and steamed vegetables, and sipped the soup from the offered spoon without tasting any of it. It was the same with the juice, and even the dessert that Coronado allowed him to have. He never said a word as the man scooped him up into his arms and carried him outside. Coronado felt the boy tense, but he simply smiled and kissed the top of his head and cuddled him close. They got to the pool and Coronado laid Reid down on one of the inflatable rafts and gave it a push, sending it floating into the middle of the pool (after checking for Anacondas, of course).
Then Coronado shucked off his clothes and slid in, beginning to do some laps. While normally Reid would have spouted off the risks of swimming right after eating, he stayed silent, curling up on the raft and closing his eyes as the water rocked him into a light doze. He snoozed for a good half hour before cool drops of water began to fall onto his body, soaking through the thin pants and shirt. Reid opened his eyes. Lightning lit up the sky and the rain gently pattered down, but it was slowly picking up.
Coronado stopped swimming and looked up, then turned. His eyes fell on his young captive. With every drop of rain, the boy's thin white clothing grew more and more transparent. Coronado felt his own chest rumble in a growl, and then he was swimming towards the youth. Reid watched him come, blinking. Then, the man's arms reached out and seized the boy's wrist. Reid gasped as he was pulled off of the raft and into the warm water of the pool. The man shoved the shirt off of Reid's shoulder and the pants off of his hips, and the garments floated down to the bottom of the pool.
Reid's eyes widened and fear flashed across them, but he neither struggled nor voiced any protest. Not even when he was pushed back onto the steps of the pool and his legs were spread open. He let his head rest back on the edge of the pool and stared at the sky.
Once finished, Coronado lifted Reid into his arms once more and carried him across the grounds through the rain and stepped into the house.
"Robe, Master?" Paloma asked, offering the man his warm fluffy robe.
"After a bath, Paloma, thank you." Coronado said, and carried his Cachorro upstairs. Paloma scowled. "But hot coffee would be nice! Two mugs, please!" The man called down.
"… Yessir…" Paloma growled, and stalked off to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Coronado had started the bath, before turning and eying Reid up and down. Reid stared at him silently.
"… Stand before the counter." Coronado ordered. Reid blinked, then turned and walked over to the bathroom counter. "Bend over and spread your legs." Reid closed his eyes, braced his palms on the counter top and bent over it, spreading his legs apart as he had been told to do. A moment later, fingers ran down his back and then hands gripped his hips. And then Reid groaned as his body was again invaded. It was hot and fast, and before Reid knew it, Coronado had reached his completion and the pair was in the bathtub. Reid sat there, still and silent, as the man bathed him, then took him out of the tub and dried him off, and then he was guided into the bedroom and tucked into the bed.
Then Coronado sat beside him and Paloma brought in their coffee. And for the first time in weeks, Reid was able to hold his own cup as he drank from it. Once they were done, Coronado relaxed on his back into the pillows and closed his eyes, smiling slightly in contentment as he held Reid close. The boy simply sighed as he rested his head on the man's chest. But it was a long time before Reid fell asleep, as he repeated the same mantra over and over in his mind.
'My name is Spencer Reid. I am playing the part of Cachorro so that I can go home to Aaron…
My name is Spencer Reid. I am playing the part of Cachorro so that I can go home to Aaron…
My name is Spencer Reid. I am playing the part of Cachorro so that I can go home to Aaron…'
'Spencer Reid…'
'Spencer Reid…'
'Spencer…'
'… Aaron…'
"Okay." Garcia said and the team leaned over, staring at the laptop. "You're going to be heading to Manaus by boat."
"… Boat?" Morgan howled.
"Honey, I'm sorry, but Coronado has that place in his pocket. If you go in by plane, he'll know. And by boat you won't have to jump back and forth between car and plane and car and plane… Trust me, JJ helped, this is the fastest, easiest, smoothest way to get there without drawing attention to yourselves."
"It's true." Winters chimed in.
"Will we make it there in time for the party?" Hotch asked.
"Of course, Outlaw."
"Garica…"
"Sorry, sir." She said, and JJ snickered.
"Baby Girl…" Morgan said. "This was NOT what I had in mind when I said I wanted to go on a cruise."
"Oh shut up. At least this is on the Bureau's dime." Garcia giggled.
"Oh, and uh… Strauss says we're to let her know if we need anything." JJ announced.
"How about a week's vacation time so we CAN take a cruise." Rossi snorted.
"Keep dreaming." Prentiss snorted with a grin.
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Several minutes later, Coronado bade him to get dressed and come down to breakfast. This time, they went to the informal dining room. The other slaves were already there, looking eager, and Reid watched as Coronado handed out a pill to each of them, which they happily swallowed with their juice. Reid blinked as Coronado handed him one, too. Reid stared at it.
"… What is it?" He asked.
"Your vitamin." Coronado said calmly. The others snickered. Reid eyed them, then leaned away from the pill. "Take it, Cachorro." The man ordered. Reid gulped, then slowly took the pill and put it in his mouth, swallowing it down with a glass of orange juice. Then he settled down on his cushion beside Coronado and ate his breakfast from his master's hand. Once finished, Reid made his way to the library again. But within an hour, he found himself growing hot under the collar, with a light tingling in his stomach and thighs…
When Coronado poked his head in and said "Has the pill taken effect yet?" Reid froze.
"… What… what did you give me…?" He gasped, eyes wide.
"An aphrodisiac."
"… WHY?" Reid cried, now looking horrified.
"It's our Saturday Game." Coronado said with a smile, and the others poked their heads in.
"Game?" Reid asked weakly.
"Hide 'n Sex!" Jaguar and Aguilo cheered. Reid looked like his brain had blown a fuse.
"… WHAT?"
"One person is It." Preciosa explained. "The others Hide. The one who is It Seeks. And when the person who is It finds someone, they get to have their way with them. Then THAT person is It."
Reid just stared, mouth hanging open. "… Huh?"
"As I am your Master, I am It." Coronado simply said. "You have exactly sixty seconds to Hide before I begin to Seek. Starting…" He looked at his watch. "Now." Reid blinked as the slaves bolted, giggling. Coronado smiled at Reid. "You do not want to Hide, Cachorro? Perhaps you would rather start the game with me having my way with you?"
Reid's eyes widened even more and he leapt to his feet, running. Coronado's laughter followed. Tears stung Reid's eyes… Coronado's words said one thing to him… Run or be raped. Again.
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Hotch inhaled deeply as they got off of the plane, tasting the humid air that was impregnated with the scents and flavors of the Brazilian rainforest. Local law enforcement officials were there to greet them. Hotch shook hands when he was introduced, but he let Rossi do most of the talking. They soon found themselves on the boat they had been told about, and Hotch went straight to his cabin to shower.
Once done, he pulled on his pajama pants and flopped back onto his bed, folding his hands under his head and staring at the ceiling. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
"… Come in." He called, softly. The door opened and Rossi stepped in. Hotch blinked at the clink of glass and turned, staring at the beer bottles.
"How are you holding up?" Rossi asked, handing Hotch a bottle as the man sat up.
"I'm alright." Hotch said with a deep sigh.
"How did your Sub Training go?"
"… humiliating. If this wasn't for Reid…" Hotch trailed off and shook his head.
"So you wouldn't dress up in black leather for me?" Rossi asked with a grin, and Hotch gave the man a look.
"Sorry Dave. Afraid not." Hotch snorted with a smirk.
"Asshole." Rossi spat, taking a pull at his beer bottle.
"Would you do it for me?" Hotch asked.
"… Touche." Rossi snorted and both men chuckled, shooting each other amused grins. Hotch reached out and clapped Rossi on the back, drinking his own brew. They sat in silence for a long time, before Hotch finally spoke again.
"I don't know if I can do this."
"… Do what?" Rossi asked.
"Go in there and see Spencer… and then walk out of there without him."
"You can, Aaron. And you will. Because you have to."
"… But HOW?" Hotch asked, looking at the man. "How do I just… LEAVE him there? With that man? He may never recover from this, Dave."
"… He's much stronger than any of us know, Hotch. He'll be okay. It may take time… but he'll survive this, and come out stronger."
"I hope so." Hotch murmured.
"So… What do you plan to do with him when you get home?"
"What do you mean?"
"We all know he was evicted, Aaron."
"… I've moved his property into storage. He'll stay with me in my apartment."
"And then?"
"… I've already spoken with a Realtor." Hotch admitted. Rossi raised an eyebrow.
"A realtor?" The veteran profiler asked, and he watched Hotch as the younger man's eyes softened and he smiled as hopes for the future spun through his head.
"Yes. I'm going to buy us a house."
Next time: Coronado rescues Reid from the cellar, but now confusion is taking over the boy's thoughts as he struggles to maintain his hold on whatever shreds of his identity are left...
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