Chapter 11

Dinner

CANNIBAL, n. A gastronome of the old school who preserves the simple tastes and adheres to the natural diet of the pre-pork period: - Ambrose Bierce

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

Reid sat on the other side of the table to Hotch. He kept his eyes down and his hands twisting in his lap.

Hotch concentrated on the wall behind Reid's head and did his best to avoid eye contact. His arms were folded.

Floyd served the food.

A scoop on each of the three plates which he then moved to sit in front of each of his 'friends'.

He himself sat down and pick up his fork.

"Anyone want to say grace?" He looked from Reid to Hotch. There was no reply.

Hotch could smell the over whelming lovely smell of the food Flanders had prepared.

Reid was watching Floyd as he stuck his fork into the food and brought out a lump of meat.

"Please don't stand on ceremony. Eat up."

Spencer watched Floyd chewing on his food and looked over at Hotch who was also watching Flanders.

"What in hell's name is wrong with the pair of you? I spent hours making this shit. Now eating it would be good for my mood."

He watched with satisfaction as Hotchner put some meat into his mouth and chewed. He still kept his eyes on the space behind Reid's head.

Reid picked up his fork and began to eat the food Floyd had prepared them.

For the next few minutes they sat in silence. The food in Reid's bowl was slowly going down – Floyd had almost finished his, but Hotch still had the same bit in his mouth chewing around. Floyd looked from on to the other and then to Hotch again.

"You haven't swallowed it."

Aaron just looked at him. He thought if he was forced to swallow this he would be sick. He watched Floyd stand and walk up behind Spencer. Reid had eaten most of his but the thick liquid was still sitting in the bottom of his bowl.

"Swallow it." Floyd stood stroking Spencer's hair as Hotch spat the food out into the bowl in front of him. He slowly pushed it away.

"I don't want your food."

Floyd raised an eyebrow. "What have I told you about not doing what I tell you?"

Hotch stood up. "I won't be intimidated by you Flanders."

"Fine." Flanders fingers twisted in Spencer's hair as Floyd pushed his face forwards and down.

The food splashed up either side of Reid's face as Floyd forced it into his bowl. Reid's hands came up and one tried to untangle the fingers in his hair whilst the other attempted to move the bowl out of the way.

Aaron could hear the spluttering sounds of Reid trying to breath through the Hungarian stew and started to walk towards Floyd to drag him off. Floyd pulled Spencer's face out of the mess enough for him to take a breath but he was looking at Hotch. "Stay exactly where you are Agent Aaron Hotchner and I will tell you about Sam."

"Get your hands off Reid now."

"Or what?" He pushed Reid back into the food. "Or you will never find Sam? Or you will never know who Sam is? Or you wont know about the Trents? Or the Saviours."

Spencer was kicking out now and trying to dig his nails into the back of Floyd's hand.

"Leave him alone!" and now Hotch was behind Floyd an arm around his neck pulling him back away from Spencer. "I won't be dictated to by you. You will step away from my agent and you will stop with your stupid games."

Flanders let go of Reid and took two steps back to match the pull on his neck. "You don't want to know about Sam?"

"Yes – yes I want to know what you are talking about but not – not ever at the expense of one of my agents." Hotch was keeping slight pressure on Flanders neck as both men now stood unmoving watching Reid slowly get to his feet and walk towards the bathroom. Food was dripping from his face. He didn't look at Floyd or Hotch – he just walked silently from the room.

"You happy now? You've upset Spencer." Floyd pulled the arm away from his neck and turned around to face Hotch.

"It was you drowning him in his dinner which upset him." Hotch heard the bathroom door slam shut.

Floyd stepped in very close and spoke directly into Hotch's ear. "You know you are a filthy bit of dirt don't you?"

Hotch took a step back. "You …."

"What….?" A step forwards again noses almost touching. "Bastard? That seems a fitting word….as for fitting….do you want to know what I did to you?"

"Get away from me." Hotch hissed at Floyd and moved back again.

"Or what? What will you do to me Agent Aaron Hotchner? I hope it will be as fun as what I did to you – and Spence – what Spence did to you too."

Hotch wanted to be sick. He wanted to get away from this man and go home and shower and sleep or drink or anything other than listen to this.

Floyd placed a hand on the side of Hotch's face. His left hand – the one in the brace and ran his thumb over Hotch's cheek. "He blew you. You loved it." Floyd licked his lips. "You called out – small little sounds Agent Aaron Hotchner – as your agent took you in his mouth and licked at you."

Hotch slapped the hand away from his face. "Shut up."

Floyd stood slightly on his toes now to reach the still retreating Hotch and spoke again in his ear. This time he slid his hand around to Hotch's side and rested it gently on the area just above his hip. "Spencer is such a dirty little boy you know….and I know you watch him and I can smell your lust on you. You want him so badly. It makes me want to laugh because you could have had him! Right here and you were too stupid to realise it and now it's too late. He is my little whore and he did you good. I could hear his groans….they make my mouth water….I could feel myself needing you again at the sounds and smells of my Spencer having you." The hand tightened slightly. "So what are you going to do now Agent Aaron Hotchner? Talk to Rossi about it? Talk to that creature Agent Derek Morgan about it? Or what about Strauss? All good options, but I really don't think you want your little secret desires known to everyone do you? All those times you sat in the locker room waiting for him to come out in his towel….dripping….dripping water over his chest." Fingers digging in with one hand and the other hand had made its way to the back of Hotch's head holding it firmly in place." Water running over his perky little nipples and – Oh my – dripping and running down to his sweet little navel."

"You can't put this on Reid. This was your doing not his." He could feel Flanders breath on his lips as he spoke. What the hell did this man think he was doing?

"I can." A small kiss on the mouth. "I will." A lick on Hotch's lips. "And I will continue to put the blame on him. He brought you home at the wrong time. I wasn't prepared."

"What do you mean?" Trying to pull his head back but finding he was staring into Flanders eyes.

"I asked him to invite you back for entertainment."

"You are a liar………" Floyd pulled Hotch's head closer and kissed him as deeply as the resistant Hotch would allow and then pulled back.

"I know I am….but which part is not the truth? The bit about Spencer having your tight little arse? The bit about the way he took you in his sweet mouth? The bit about Sam being my offspring? The bit about the meal of human flesh? The bit about Spencer enjoying his space monkey experiences? The bit about me wanting you again right now? Which parts are the lie Agent Aaron Hotchner?" And another quick kiss on Hotch's lips.

"You animal." A low quiet voice.

"Well it has been said. Thank you. I am on cloud nine. I love it when someone sees me for what I really am, but in truth and all joking apart…" Noses touching and fingers digging in hard. "Will Rossi want to hear all of that? Do you want me to be telling them how I stood there and watched Spencer take you? You want to ruin him?"

"I am too late. You have done that job for me."

Floyd nodded and stepped back. "You can go. Just remember – think of his face Agent Aaron Hotchner – imagine how he will feel when you accuse Spence of rape. Imagine that betrayal. He wouldn't survive it. He is barely with us now. Your guns are in the hall cupboard drawer. Get the hell out of my home and don't come back until I call you back."

-o-o-o-

Spencer sat on the floor again in the bathroom. He had washed his face but there was still stuff stuck to his hair. He had on a Tshirt and a pair of sweatpants and tired to make himself as small as he could in the gap between the toilet and the tub.

He was filth. He knew that. He wanted to just feel wanted and feel useful. He closed his eyes against the brightness of the bathroom and thought about when he was a child hiding – well avoiding more than hiding – from his father. He remembered how he would curl up as tightly as he could and concentrate on his breathing – on trying to become invisible, but it never worked. He always found him. He was dad and he seemed to know. Spencer could remember the feel of his father's hands on him and how he would pull him to stand up from where he had tried to hide. He could remember the pain and fear and the screaming and the pain which followed the cries. He could remember every touch and feel. He could remember that sound. The heavy breathing and the smell. That smell his father had on him sometimes at night. That smell. He wanted to be sick. He wanted to empty his stomach of the food he had eaten but he couldn't. Floyd had cooked it. He had to keep it down…he couldn't insult the only person who wanted him.

He thought of Aaron and of flashes of images in his mind and wondered why it had happened. Why had he allowed it to happen? Why didn't he put a stop to this long ago when he knew Hotch waited for him to come out of the showers? Why did he let himself become the constant victim when it came to this side of this life.

Other things he had control over. The drugs he had managed to mostly stop. He had replaced it though – he was aware of that – he was a genius after all and he knew that this wasn't normal.

He reached out for the belt still laying on the floor and pulled it close. Spencer remembered the belt his father had used on him sometimes. He could still feel it whipping against his skin bringing it up in red welts on his pale skin. Still there for the kids at school to see the next day when they changed for sports and the torment and name calling which accompanied it. Not enough that his father abused him – the kids had to laugh at the minor parts. The visible parts: the parts which really when he thought about it didn't matter.

Spencer ran his fingers over the leather and could feel tears prickling behind his eyes. He didn't want to cry. It happened too long ago and it was just another abuser who abandoned him.

He looked up as the bathroom door opened and tired to pull back even further when he saw it was Floyd.

"Spence." Floyd knelt down in front of him… This was becoming a habit. "You OK."

"I'm sorry." Spencer whispered.

A frown from Floyd. "What are you sorry about?" Flanders took Reid's hands in his and pulled them towards him…He half expected to see blood, but there was nothing. "What did you do?"

Reid was shaking his head. "You tried to drown me in my dinner."

Floyd started to stand and pull Reid to his feet. "That wasn't to punish you babes. It was to show Hotchner."

Reid allowed himself to stand but needed to feel the tiles against his back. "Has he left?"

Spencer found himself being led from the bathroom to the bedroom next door. They did seem to be alone now. "Just lay down and rest. I need to clean up the mess from dinner. Give me fifteen minutes and I'll be with you."

He stood and watched Reid lay down and curl up facing the wall. He knew that he shouldn't have done that with the food. That was spiteful, and it made him smile on the inside, but on the outside it made him cross. Hotchner wasn't going to mess this up for him. He had Reid back. He had him compliant and reasonably happy and nothing was going to spoil this for him.

It took only twelve minutes to sort out as much as he could be bothered to sort. He double locked the door and slipped the bolts across. He knew Hotchner had a key and he didn't want him just turning up again. Tomorrow he would get the locks changed.

He didn't think he would report what had happened. He was sure of it. Men didn't like to think that their masculinity had been harmed by being raped…especially someone smaller than him self. He would be at home soon and he would shower and scrub at his skin and he would still feel dirty. He would still be able to feel someone inside him, only now he wouldn't be sure if it was him or Spencer and again Floyd smiled. Way to screw with someone's mind. They would know at work that something was wrong. That lot would spot it a mile off but they wont say anything. 'Hey Hotchner have you been butt fucked?' wouldn't be something he would get asked.

So now he was standing at the bedroom door. He knew Spencer wasn't sleeping, he could almost feel the heat coming from his brain as he lay there thinking of the day's events. He went to the bed and lay down behind Reid and wrapped his arms loosely around him.

"You feeling any better?"

"Who is Sam?"

"Ah…I knew this was going to come soon. It doesn't matter really who he is does it? He can't be found."

"Did you do something to him?" Spencer was asking the questions in a voice which let Floyd know that he wasn't going to like the answers.

"No babes….didn't lay a hand on him…Promise."

"But you know who he is?" Whispered questions.

"I know who he is."

"Are you going to tell me or keep me wondering forever?"

"He's Rosa's brother."

Silence.

"Spence?"

"Shut up, I'm thinking." Reid rolled over so he was facing Floyd. "Rosa's bother? The Rosa you spoke of?"

"The same – but don't let it bother you. I don't let it bother me." Floyd kissed Spencer on the lips gently.

"He is your son? I thought he was adopted by his uncle."

Now Floyd's turn to go quiet.

"Floyd? Who is Trent-Saviour?"

"Enough questions for now. Sleep. We can talk when you can think straight – or not. Which reminds me – tomorrow I want us to go out somewhere….like on a date." Floyd ran fingers through Spencer's hair.

"You are insane." Spencer closed his eyes and let Floyd hold him until he fell asleep.

-o-o-o-

Hotch parked up near his new happy place and walked to his door. He unlocked it and wandered in, kicking the front door closed as he walked in. He turned off the alarm and walked to the bathroom.

Slowly he stripped and then stood and looked at himself in the mirror. He could see marks on his skin. Tooth marks…bite marks on his chest and shoulders. On his abdomen. He could see finger print bruises near his hips and along the tops of his legs.

He looked suddenly old and empty. He turned on the shower water and without checking it he walked under the water. It was too hot but he didn't really mind now. He used the long handled scrubbing brush and lots of soap and scrubbed at every bit of flesh he could reach. He picked at the bite on his shoulder where he had been bleeding and as the soap got in his eyes he was happy – happy that he could at least feel that bit of pain.

He suddenly thought of Spencer. He had flashes of images in his mind and could see that hand next to him on the floor. He could see Spencer's hand. On that part Floyd had been telling the truth. He stood with his back to the wall and slid slowly to the floor with the water still too hot making his skin go red. Reid had raped him…He had seen his hand. He had to report it. There was no way he could ever work or trust him again.

Aaron pulled his knees up tight to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs.

He was still sitting there in the morning when his phone began to ring. The water warm and his skin red raw where he had been scrubbing the filth off his skin.

-o-o-o-

Spencer slept well that night. Floyd lay awake all night watching over him like a guardian angel.