WARNING: All of the things I mention in the disclaimers in the first chapter, yeah, here they are. Too explicit a warning will undoubtedly spoil some plot points so I will ask that you read through the warnings on the first chapters and some of the suggestions in the reviews…if any of these thing may possibly trigger you or cause irreparable damage, please turn back now. Spoilers for the entirety of Oz and the CM episodes: '3rd Life', 'Fear and Loathing,' and 'Revelations.'

Reid returned to his hotel room with a worrisome feeling of numbness at his unexpected release. He'd planned on stay until Wednesday night at least. He wasn't sure what else he expected to gain from his interview with Keller – he'd gotten the information on his childhood, the confessions to the other murders, and plenty of material to build a fulsome psychological profile. Reid could hear their last conversation still rattling around in his head. I couldn't stop. Why didn't you stop me? Some? Maybe? You need bodies before you can stop someone, who are you really saving?

Keller had hit a nerve with that last one. Those words had kicked down the door that held back the memories of those crime scene photos – the girls in the leaves. As Keller spoke, Reid was lost in his own thoughts of those lifeless and terrified girls dumped in the leaves for them to find. He could hear Morgan's voice in his head, commiserating with Reid on the nightmares of the job. Morgan too had found himself filled with terror after a boastful comment – just need one more body to crack the case. The next day Morgan got the missing piece he'd asked for, a dead young female that seemed to stare up at him when he arrived on the scene. Morgan had told Reid about his night terrors, seeing those eyes looking up at him, demanding to know why she had to make the sacrifice. Keller had demanded the same thing from Reid – why couldn't you have made it stop?

Reid knew that his remorse and regret were illogical and misplaced. There was no way that Reid could have stopped Keller, he'd said it himself in his oh-so-eloquent way, Reid had been getting shoved around the halls of a Las Vegas high school not tracking down serial murderers when Keller had been active. Yet he couldn't fault Keller for his anger at the entire situation. Keller, like a lot of men in Oz, had faced an upward battle from the very beginning. Reid was perpetually thankful for his mother that even through her illness she put her emphasis on development of Spencer's mind. Reid was fortunate that his studies came as second nature to him especially since it was his mother, Diana, who had taught him to read while other children were still mastering the art of going diaperless.

Keller was a lot of things but stupid was not one of them. Yes, his verbiage left a lot to be desired but the sheer waste of the situation made Reid angry. Keller deserved to be punished for his crimes but what was an adequate punishment for a teenage robber? Certainly, being repeatedly beaten and sodomized by the likes of Vernon Schillinger was not even in the realm of equity or justice. Reid stopped himself before he talked his way into excusing Keller completely because Bryce Tibbots and the other victims certainly didn't benefit from Reid's revisionist view of Keller's history. Debating the semantics of 'choice' really did nothing for Reid's state of mind either. Keller could have chosen not to pick up those young men. Keller could have chosen to own up to his sexuality instead of scamming and murdering his way through men and women.

The moral relativism, the desire to excuse Keller from his brutal dispatch of Barlog and Winthrop, was not in Reid's nature either. He'd gotten himself in plenty of hot water before with misplaced sympathies and putting his own desired outcome over his and the teams safety. Reid thoughts came back to Hotch and his infrequent, yet glaring, manipulation of the rules.

Reid began gathering his room together as the numbness dissipated into anger and sadness. Keller had been so convinced that he'd seen Hell and felt the fire licking at his skin when he died on that operating room table. Reid didn't doubt that Keller put stock in that experience but why it held any more importance than any other anesthesia-induced dream was beyond him. Keller's last thoughts would, no doubt, be filled with agony but his brain would die quickly and his body would grow cold, any Hell that Keller would experience would be in those last few moments before death. Reid bit back his desire to tell Keller that he had nothing to fear – he'd already been through Hell. Hell was being in the clutches of Schillinger, loving someone and having them betray you, addiction, and the indescribable pain that he would suffer toward the end of his life.

As Reid packed his suitcase he chastised himself for not talking to Chris before he went to McManus and Sr. Peter Marie to make his decision on how he was to die. Warden Glynn had adopted a strange sense of democracy by letting the prisoners select which way they would like to die – any way they wanted to die. However, the options had been reduced to two after a Death Row inmate had stalled his own execution with a court battle over his right to die by being stoned to death. Keller would be given two options: lethal injection or the electric chair, and neither option were particularly humane or painless.

A common misconception regarding lethal injection was that it was a fairly painless venture. Keller would be administered a series of drugs; a tranquilizer or anesthetic which gave the illusion of unconsciousness to the viewers of the execution, and because it was next to impossible to titrate a dose that would accomplish the desired effect, many States would over or under administer the drug. Improper administration of the first drug would result in muscle paralysis but would not yield unconsciousness nor a reduction in pain. The second drug would eat at Keller's muscles and eventually stop his heart. Physicians were barred from developing any countrywide protocols for this means of execution due to the Hippocratic Oath – first, do no harm. Keller would be at the whim of an executioner hired by the Warden and paid under the table for their services. It was likely that Dr. Nathan would be prescribing the doses to be administered to Keller but again that could get her stripped of her license and livelihood. If she chose to participate she would be paid off the record and her anonymity protected by the Warden. Reid shook his head in disgust at the irony of the situation – murdering a murderer and protecting and those involved in the commission of his death. Keller had committed his first known murder in the process of a robbery, a murder for financial gain. The corrections officer and prison doctor too would be reaping financial gain from Keller's death. Either way, it was a death that resulted in illegally garnered funds.

Reid slammed his suitcase closed and zipped it shut. He was relieved that Keller had insisted upon his absence – the overwhelming feeling of helpless and sadness at watching anyone die was something Reid wasn't sure he could manage again. He'd tried desperately to plead for the life of an UnSub, a teenager, who was responsible for the kidnapping and torture of two young girls. The surviving girl's father had arrived minutes before Reid and when Reid found the three of them in a high school bathroom the avenging father was standing over the UnSub with a shotgun. It was not Reid's place to determine who deserved to die, that was the mind frame of those he sought not the mind frame needed for those who hoped to catch them. Whatever had led up to that point in the high school bathroom was irrelevant – Reid and the victimized daughter had been forced to witness another horrific murder of a child. Reid took no comfort in that sort of justice.

Christopher Keller's name would just join that long list in Reid's mind of those he felt an empathetic connection with but were beyond his intervention; Tobias Hankel, Owen, Nathan, Adam, and several others. As Reid looked over his belongings he was glad to be leaving in the coming morning.

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The sun had barely risen in the sky when Reid's bedside phone began to ring.

"Spencer Reid," He croaked out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he sat up in bed.

"Dr. Reid, I'm sorry to call you at this hour. My name is Fr. Raymond Mukada , I'm the chaplain here at Oz. I'm calling regarding your interview with Christopher Keller." Fr. Mukada's voice sounded shaky and uncertain.

"I completed the interview yesterday, Father. Is there something I can help you with?" Reid said still in a state of confusion and the beginnings of a splitting headache that he knew would eased as soon as he could get his hands on some caffeine.

"Yes, that's why I am calling you. After his meeting with McManus and Sr. Pete yesterday, I went to see Keller during his evening meal. Dr. Reid, Sr. Pete refuses to speak to Keller regarding spiritual matters due to…"Fr. Ray stopped himself before he betrayed a confidence and then resumed his explanation speaking in the hurried tone that Reid had previously seemed to have a patent on. "She won't see him, Dr. Reid. When I spoke to Keller yesterday he told me that he'd confessed to you…I'm worried about him, Dr. Reid. I don't know how to convey my concerns to you without betraying his confession but I think your counsel would help him greatly. He's refused to see anyone who could possibly resemble family or comfort to him. I know as a member of law enforcement you're probably less than concerned with the last days of a Death Row inmate but you're the last person I could think of to call. Please come back today before you leave for Quantico, it could do more good than I think you or I may realize." Fr. Ray let out a sigh as he waited for the reaction that he'd come to know as the standard. Tobias Beecher had been cordial enough but quickly lost patience when Keller's name was mentioned and quickly found a way to extricate himself from the conversation.

"I'll let you make the justifications to Warden Glynn, Fr. Mukada. I'll be there if the warden approves my visitor's pass." Reid hung up the phone and immediately felt like he'd been hit in the stomach. He'd welcomed the promise of the long drive back and the familiarity of Quantico. Reid never looked forward to stepping foot in Oz but this visit had him particularly dreading his time within those gray walls. He'd been running through Chris's case and punishment since he'd walked out the gate yesterday afternoon, and facing the man in question saddened him as much as it worried him.

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Father Ray had been waiting at the front desk to greet Dr. Reid and thank him profusely for his change of heart in regards to Keller. Reid didn't want to tell Fr. Ray that he really had no idea why he was there or what good it would do but he figured that if he could provide some sort of peace it was the least that Keller deserved. Reid tried to silence the voice inside him that chastised him for his thinking. Bryce didn't have someone to hold his hand as he died and Beecher would have lost everything if Keller's plan had gone through. Reid knew what it was like to be small and powerless at the hands of those who had no concept of empathy or mercy and Keller had spent most of his life, despite his physical size, being small and powerless to various forms of authority and cruel displays of power. Reid could do nothing about Tibbots or Beecher or any of his other victims but he could do whatever it was that Fr. Ray thought needed to be done.

Fr. Ray had left Reid with an unfamiliar guard who led Reid to Death Row. When Reid entered the corridor and looked into Keller's cell he felt as though he should hear his stomach hit the concrete floor along with the sound of their heavy footfalls. Keller was sitting on his cot with his back to the cell door, tearing out pages in a magazine and picking at the food on his morning tray. Everything in the corridor, in Chris's cell, was still the same – the same gray stillness. Everything was the same except Keller's thin dark hair had been replaced by a freshly shaved head. Reid felt his eyes stinging as the implications hit him like slap to the face.

"Back so soon," Keller mumbled, barely audible. "Fine, you can fuckin' have it then," Keller flung the half full tray at the cell gate. Reid sprung back, an errant pancake missing him by inches. As Reid leapt back, the guard standing next to him sprung forward, unlocking the gate and storming into Keller's cell, baton ready to strike.

"Keller, you fuck!" The guard's rapid advance drew Keller off the bed ready to take a swing at the young guard's face.

Reid came to his senses fast enough to rush into the cell behind the guard, fast enough to throw himself between the baton and Keller's fist. Keller hauled Reid out of the way when the guard's baton slashed just a hair from his face. Reid shrugged Keller's grip from his shoulder and stepped into the guard's face – his credentials withdrawn and forced into the guard's view. "Thank you for your assistance but I don't think I'll need you here for the conclusion of this interview, as you've already proven yourself to be more of a liability than anything that could be construed as remotely helpful to my purposes here."

The guard looked them both over before turning on his heel and leaving Keller's cell, slamming the barred gate closed behind him – leaving Reid without a means of communication or promise of return. Reid would have panicked if he hadn't spent the last two weeks in this situation – he knew the various buzzers and bells by heart. He knew that lunch would be coming in a matter of hours and a C.O. would be along sometime before that. Fr. Ray knew he was down here and was undoubtedly going to check in as well.

Keller's brow darkened as he looked Reid over incredulously before taking a step toward Reid and closing the distance between them. Before Reid could react or pull away, he wrapped his arms around Reid in a nearly crushing embrace. "There is some law about cruel and unusual punishment, right?" Keller asked his eyes pressed into Reid's shoulder.

Reid didn't answer just struggled to absorb the situation, trying is best to think of a way to extricate himself without angering Keller and finding himself thrown up against the bars like a reconstituted pancake. Reid settled for resting his hands at Keller's waist and applying light pressure to loosen the hug or put a little distance between them but Keller didn't budge. "I don't really care how they do it, I just wish they'd do it already," Keller let out a shaky breath that ran across Reid's neck as Chris raised his head from Reid's shoulder. "McManus is probably in the Glynn's office now telling him what I told them yesterday. I told them that I'd confessed to those murders that Agent Taylor had been doggin' me for," Keller pulled back just enough so that his lips were just breath away from Reid's ear, "That'll piss Glynn off enough that he'll give me what I want," Keller paused pulling back to look at Reid, "or that fuck will move it up to Monday."

Dr. Reid hadn't give up on appling pressure with each of his hands to Keller's waist to try and move him back further.

"You smell good, you know that?" Keller's voice had grown husky with emotion and need.

"Last clean shirt," Reid said quickly pulling back and succeeding in putting enough distance between them so that he was now staring into those blue eyes that had sent a shiver down his spine just weeks ago, though this time they were not menacing or cutting but filled with a dark sadness. Reid swallowed the long pause and began to speak at his nervously rapid pace,"Fr. Mukada sent me, please Chris. Don't do this. This isn't why I'm here. Fr. Mukada said you wouldn't talk to anyone else and that you were even confrontational with him."

Keller let go of Reid and turned back to his bed, "You're here to give me spiritual counsel now, Dr. Reid?"

Reid took a step toward Keller, began to extend his hand toward Keller's shoulder before thinking better of it and putting his hand in his pants pocket instead. "Chris, why…what..why did you do that to your hair?" The emotion and waver in Reid's voice betrayed him.

"Aw, come on, Dr. Reid," Keller said turning around and bringing his hand to pick at a strand of Reid's short tousled hair. "You got all of that schoolin' and you mean to tell me you don't know what this means?"

Reid looked up at Keller's hand and tried to pull away only to have the offending hand to come to rest solidly at the back of Reid's neck, Keller's fingertips toying and lightly pulling at the perfectly shaped hair at the base of Reid's head. Reid didn't pull back this time, Keller's crimes flashing brightly in his mind. "Yes," Reid said looking at Keller trying to not let his discomfort with the whole situation bleed through into his answer. "Yes, I know what this means. What I don't know is why you would make that choice?"

Keller's hand slipped up into Reid's hair, gripping slightly and releasing to comb his fingers through the short sandy blonde locks, "Better than letting some hack scalp me tomorrow - I'm sure they'd be fightin' for the chance."

Before Keller could continue, Reid interrupted, "Chris, you need to let go of me."

Keller drew closer to the younger man, his fingers all the while combing through hair on the back of Reid's head. Keller pressed himself to Reid, resting his forehead against Reid's, "Now it's my turn to ask why, Dr. Reid?"

Reid cleared his throat and looked into Keller's icy blue eyes, "I want you to tell me why you decided on electrocution?"

Keller swallowed and smiled that wide mischievous grin at Reid as he ran his fingertips through Reid's hair one last time before letting his fingertips play at the skin on Reid's neck and around his collar, "These goose bumps tell me that you're interested in something other than that," Keller gently cupped the back of Reid's neck, moving his mouth back to Reid's ear, "we've got a few hours, you don't really want me to stop do you?"

Reid yanked his head back and pressed his hands to Keller's shoulders, "I already know what you can accomplish in a few hours, no thank you." Reid pushed back before Keller's hand caught the hair at the back of Reid's head this time in a forceful clenched fist.

"Then you also know that I don't take no for an answer," Chris said pulling Reid's mouth teasingly close to his.

"Fr. Mukada told me that he tried to contact your ex wives," Reid took in a nervous breath, "and Tobias Beecher, trying to get someone to come and see you today."

Keller pulled back, a confused frown clouding his face, "I told you I didn't want them here. Fr. Ray getting in on the torture now too? What the fuck did I ever do to him?"

Reid cringed when Keller's grip tightened on his hair as his voice became threatening and he looked at Reid with a suspect glare, "Why are you here?"

Reid swallowed and looked at Keller, "You said it yourself, you've never had someone be there out of sincerity, it's all been a con, some Ponzi scheme, you felt you had to manipulate someone into being there for you. You told me that you've never been this candid with anyone and I believe you," Reid attempted to pull away and Keller gave Reid some slack, enough to distance himself from Keller's lips. "I'm here because Fr. Mukada asked me to come back. I wanted to come back. I'll be with you on Friday."

As soon as Reid completed that sentence Keller's grip tightened on Reid's hair, holding Reid's head tightly in position. Before Reid could bring his hands up to defend himself Keller landed a head-ringing slap to Reid's face. In the shock of it all, Reid had bitten his lip and could taste the bitter copper of blood in his mouth, "You don't want to do this, Chris. I'm not your mother and I'm not one of your ex-wives, hurting me will not chase me away. You need someone there," Reid said looking up at Keller trying to fill his stare with boldness and not the fear that was coursing through his body. When Reid tasted blood and heard the familiar sound of his neck popping, a habit he'd taken to when he was tired but that held an entirely different significance in this situation, it took as of his self-control not to panic, not to show Chris the fear that only would intensify Keller's desire.

In a fluid and seemingly effortless movement, Keller grabbed Reid and pushed him against the back wall of his cell, his body crashing up against Reid as soon as Reid's body hit the wall. Keller's lips pressing hot and insistent against Reid's neck and ear, "You're wrong, Reid…Spencer, I've wanted to do this since I rounded the corner of the meeting room." Keller used his superior weight and muscle to keep Reid in place while he brought a hand to Reid's tie and pulled the knot loose, opening the buttons on his collar and bringing his teeth immediately to the exposed skin, forgoing any sweetness and biting down hard causing Reid to cry out. Keller could feel Reid tensing and squirming underneath him neither action serving to deter him from savoring the feeling of Reid's rapid pulse under his lips or the taste of Reid's clean sweet skin. When Keller did finally release his bruising grip on Reid's neck he looked at his work pleased, that same predatory smile consuming his face.

Keller licked along the fresh indentation on Reid's neck, pressing his arousal into Reid's still struggling body, "You're wrong, boy genius. I think we'll both end up enjoying this. "As one of Keller's hands busied itself with undoing the buttons on Reid's vest and shirt, the other was busy pulling the offending garments from Reid to expose more pale unmarked flesh. When Keller's teeth sunk into Reid's shoulder to leave another bite-shaped bruise, Reid choked out a cry and forced himself to speak, "If you think killing me will keep them from sending a few thousand volts through your body in the next few days you're seriously mistaken."

Keller sunk his teeth into the exposed flesh at the top of Reid's chest, biting down hard to leave another circular bruise behind, "You know me well enough by now, doc, to know that I'd do is just because it would feel so good to have that slender neck of yours under my fingers," Keller brought a hand up to Reid's throat, pressing his palm down hard enough to shorten Reid's breathing, "your screams and that little whine you make at the back of your throat when I do this," Keller licked over the bruise forming on Reid's shoulder – the perfect shape of an open-mouthed kiss, "and to feel you clamp down on my cock when I bring off, your cum dripping all over my sheets." Keller nipped and licked at Reid's ear as he felt him squirming, pushing at Keller's shoulders to gain some distance. Keller stepped back far enough to pull Reid's vest and shirt from his body and discard them on the floor.

Keller looked down at Reid's form fitting black slacks, the thin leather belt around his waist, and the Chuck Taylors that betrayed Reid's otherwise professional appearance. Reid had dressed for the drive back not to adhere to the dress-code advisories of Oz. Keller's fingers went to make quick work of the belt and the buttons and zipper of Reid's slacks quickly followed after.

Reid was frozen in terror. If he fought back, he knew given Keller's candidness during their interview, and having looked over the case file, that this would not deter Keller. All of the victims had evidence that they'd fought back; there had been bruises in the shape of handprints, Keller's handprints, and other signs of struggle lining their bodies. Even still, Reid couldn't help the seemingly automatic reaction to Keller's advances. Reid clawed at Keller's shoulders, pushed against his chest, and closed his eyes as he pushed on the yellowing bruise on Keller's side. The last move had Keller groaning in pain and pressing his flattened palm down harder on Reid's throat.

After Keller had undone Reid's pants and let them fall to the floor, he raked his nails down Reid's chest with his newly unoccupied hand, watching Reid squirm like a beetle on its back struggling to be righted. Angry red lines streaked from the bruises on Reid's shoulders to the top of Reid's boxers. Keller raked his hands over Reid's torso several times, enjoying the whimpers that escaped Reid's lips as he continued to struggle to free himself from Keller's grasp. Reid pressed his hand to the yellow outline of the bruise that had been at Keller's temple which only antagonized Keller's actions. Chris raked a rough bitten nail over one of Reid's exposed nipple, smiling when Reid cried out again. Reid's hand dropped away from Keller's temple when Chris took the pink nub between his nails and bore down hard. Reid cried out. It felt as though Keller was threatening to pierce that vulnerable piece of pink skin with his unrelenting pressure.

"Please, Chris." Reid said hoping to draw Keller's eyes to his face. Keller's grip slowly dropped away, revealing a more excruciating pain as the blood rushed back to the tortured piece of flesh. Reid cried out in fear when Keller's hand traveled over to the other side of Reid's chest and gently began to manipulate the neglected nub of skin. "You won't be happy until everyone hates you as much as you hate yourself." Reid panted out trying to ignore the conflicting burn of anxiety and arousal that was churning in his stomach.

Keller's brow darkened as he took the aroused peak and pressed it tightly between his nails, all the while increasing his pressure on Reid's throat. Keller brought his mouth to Reid's lips, kissing him deeply and in a move that caused Reid's knees to liquefy; Keller inhaled taking the breath from Reid's lungs. Keller pressed his hips into Reid's, enjoying the feeling of Reid's weak arousal pressing against his straining, dripping cock. Keller removed his hand from Reid's throat when he finally pulled back from the kiss and gave Reid some distance.

Reid coughed and gasped, falling to the floor to pull up his pants and if need be, crawl away from Keller and to the cell gate to beg for escape. Keller watched Reid slowly struggle to regain his composure and began inching toward the gate with the misplaced hope that he'd attain his freedom. Keller stood back swiftly removing his blue tank, kicking his unlaced boots off his feet, and sliding his gray pants from his hips. Keller had neglected underwear that day which left him standing in front of Reid nude. Reid was almost to the gate, he struggled to his feet, but before he could gain his balance, Keller's hand had found its way back into Reid's hair and pulled him in front of him on his knees.

Keller stroked himself as he looked down at Reid's face which was lost in a mix of fear and disgust at the situation. The terror coming off of Reid was like a sweet aphrodisiac to Chris's senses. Keller released his grip on his cock to cup Reid's cheek. "Beecher gained quiet the reputation when he bit off the tip of an Aryan's dick." Reid's eyes widened at the implication.

Reid gave up on trying to pull his pants back up to his waist and instead began to claw at the sensitive and exposed flesh of Keller's thighs. Keller pulled his hand back and slapped Reid hard across the face. Reid's eyes tightened and he felt the familiar sting of tears threatening to fall from his eyes as his head, and the corridor, echoed from the slap. Chris gave him no time to recover before placing a finger on either side of Reid's nose and pinching it closed. In no time Reid was gasping for breath, his fingers digging into Keller's thighs as Keller forced himself into Reid's mouth, burying himself to the hilt in one swift movement. The tears that Reid had tried to suppress ran down his cheek readily, his nose running, and mouth salivating as Keller slowly pulled himself from Reid mouth, leaving the tip of his cock resting against the tip of Reid's tongue before thrusting back in.

Keller moaned letting his head fall back as he held on tightly to Reid's locks and thrust forward. "Oh fuck! That mouth of yours, Spencer! I'd like to know who taught you so well. That's boss who delivered you into my hands?" When Keller felt Reid's teeth scrape him in response, Chris pulled back, dragging Reid over to the bed. Chris didn't give Reid any time to struggle to his feet before grabbing his arm in a vice-like grip and planting him face-first into the cot mattress. Keller used one hand to hold Reid to the mattress by the scruff of his neck and the other to roughly stroke Reid's weak erection. Keller moved closer to Reid pressing his spit-slicked cock to Reid's ass.

Reid was able to scream out the first sounds of a cry for help before Keller forced his face back into the mattress. The temptation to enter Reid, to fuck him senseless, and then work to bring the still struggling doctor to his own release…Keller knew if he started now it would all be over too soon. If the schedule the hacks had been keeping lately was any indicator, he had plenty of time to linger and enjoy the young man pinned beneath him. Instead, Keller made good on his earlier promise, marking Reid's shoulders and back with deep painful indentations of his teeth.

Keller worked his way over Reid body, finding new and sensitive places to grab and manipulate in order to gain Reid's submission. The sounds coming from the weakly struggling Reid were a mix of wet sobs and confused cries of pleasure and pain.

"You can still stop," Reid whispered unsure if Keller would hear him, "don't do this," he pleaded a little louder as Keller's tongue found its way to his most intimate of places. "You can stop. I won't tell anyone. I'll do what I was doing before," Reid pleas were now loud enough that they rang out against the cement walls of the cell. Reid cringed as he heard the words echoing in his ears, reverberating in his head like the blows to his face before. He'd heard all of those pleas before from the victims they tried to save and the ones they failed to save. He knew what he sounded like, he sounded like a victim, again, and that realization was even more painful than the jolts of pleasure that were now coursing through him as he felt Chris's tongue enter him.

Keller's firm grip on Reid's now earnest arousal kept him compliant as Keller continued his ministration. Reid's sob turned to a moan of desperation as Keller pulled away from him and turned Reid over to face him. Spencer's face was flushed and streaked with tears, his torso splotchy and red, marked with deep scratches and already darkening bruises.

Chris unlaced and discarded Reid's shoes, socks, and bunched up black slacks. Reid managed to land a weak kick to Chris's stomach and a heel to the yellow bruise on Chris's side. Reid closed his eyes as he threw his feet in Keller's direction knowing that another brain-rattling blow would be soon to follow. Instead of retaliating Chris stuck his hand under the head of the mattress and revealed a small bottle of lotion. Keller used his right knee to pin Reid leg, grabbing Reid's left leg and holding it to his chest, skillfully popping the lid open on the bottle of lotion and squeezing a generous amount onto his palm. Reid's efforts to escape gained a new wave of momentum when he felt Keller's finger pressing at his entrance. "P-please," Reid whimpered, his mind devoid of any useful verbal jab that might deter Keller, "I'll do whatever you want, just don't do this."

A wicked smile crept across Keller's face as he pressed the offending digit forward and watched Reid's eyes squeeze shut from the pain and then moments later burst open when Keller crooked his finger inside him making Reid's arousal twitch. After a few more twists and swipes across that place that had Reid practically coming up off the mattress, Keller pressed his body down on top of Reid, his word came out panting and barely restrained against Reid's ear, "I want you, there isn't anything else." Reid cried out in response as Keller removed the digit only to add two in its place.

"You can stop this, Chris. I know you can," Reid shuddered and begged through waves of pleasure and pain that seemed to increase when Keller added yet another finger inside of him. "Show me the mercy you wanted Schillinger to show you at Lardner so many years ago. Chris, you're hurting me."

Keller pulled his fingers back from Reid and looked down at the young doctor in a mix of confusion and amusement. Chris came to rest on top of Reid again, allowing their arousals to align, moving his hips slowly as he spoke, "You beg so beautifully, Spencer. You've spent too much time with that nose of yours in books. You really think this is what he did to me?" Keller's thrusts slowly picked up speed and Keller suppressed a growl in the back of his throat before continuing on, "Remember, I've seen what you look at all day. I know you can't actually think that this is what happened. I don't want to hurt you, Spencer." Keller said kissing Reid's forehead, temple, and then nipping at his ear, "relax, Reid. It will hurt a lot less if you do."

Keller took his lotion-slick cock and pressed it to Reid's entrance. Reid fought the urge to close his eyes and looked at Keller straight on, hoping that his fear or some level of humanity would emerge and stop him. "The pain will go away," Chris said as he thrust forward, feeling Reid clench down and then quickly relent as the aching burn overwhelmed him.

"Help!" Reid cried out, "Please, Chris. Please stop. Don't do this. Please, you're hurting me." Reid clawed at Keller, and desperately tried to exploit any advantage that he thought might remove the older man from him quickly.

"Sssh, be a good boy and don't do that again," Chris cooed in Reid's ear as he held still allowing Reid time to adjust to the intrusion. When Reid tried to force Keller from his body, Keller took that as a sign to move forward, thrusting slowly into the young doctor as he cried out, still half-heartedly struggling to escape Keller's slow and deep thrusts.

Reid gave up trying to find a pressure point or some other painful place to make Keller relent and instead gripped Keller's shoulders trying to transfer the slowly dissipating pain to the older man. Chris brought his hand between their bodies and began to slowly tease Reid's flagging erection back to life. When Reid raised his left leg in an attempt to kick at Keller, or shove him off his body, Keller took the opportunity to plunge deeper into Reid, repeatedly grazing over that sensitive spot that had Reid's erection dripping into Keller's hand after what seemed like just moments of teasing.

Keller's speed increased as he felt Reid's erection twitch and throb in his fist. Spencer tried desperately to suppress his whines and moans of pleasure in the back of his throat as Keller's grip tightened and his fist slid quickly over Reid's arousal. Reid clamped his eyes shut as he felt awash in shame and embarrassment at the familiar warmth uncoiling in his stomach and threatening to burst through the rest of his body. Keller smiled before moving down to claim Reid's mouth in the first kiss that had Spencer yielding to his desire. Reid writhed underneath Keller, his hips involuntarily moving in time with Keller's fist, trying to gain his impending release.

Reid hesitant yet willing mouth and the way he was moving against Keller had him already teetering on the edge. Keller froze inside of Reid when Reid arched up to meet his last thrust, his eyes still clamped shut, "Spencer, come on, open your eyes." Reid whimpered, eyes shut tightly, still trying to gain some kind of tension, pressure, oh god, anything, he was so close.

"Still want me to stop, Dr. Reid?" Keller asked innocently as if they were still back in that gray meeting room, head cupped in his hands. Reid's head thrashed on the mattress as he lifted his hips into Keller's stilled fist. Keller removed his hand and brought it to Reid's throat instead. "I want you to ask me for it," Keller gave a shallow thrust, "I want you to tell me that you want this," one more slow thrust inside Reid as Keller increased the pressure of his palm on Reid's throat, "I want you to beg, Spencer. I want you begging so loudly and sweetly that everyone in the whole damn place can hear what a slut was hiding behind that badge and geeky little vest." Keller punctuated his request by returning to his original pace, just long enough to have Reid writhing underneath him, the words threatening to spill from his mouth.

Keller pressed down just a little more on Reid's throat, enough to have him struggling to draw shallow breathes. "Or you don't have to cum, I guess."

Reid could feel his face burning red with shame and desperation. When he opened his eyes he found himself lost in the darkening blue gaze of the older man above him. "Please," Reid whispered looking away from Keller's face. Keller released his grip on Reid's throat long enough take Reid's chin in his fingers and gently turn his face toward him, "Please," Reid begged looking into the blue abyss, "Please, Chris, please let me cum."

Keller groaned before capturing Reid's mouth again in a bruising kiss as he began again at an unflagging pace as he made good on his promise and took Reid's aching arousal back into his fist, matching each stroke that he made inside the young man. It didn't take long before Reid was clawing at Keller again, his hips meeting each of Keller's movements, and little whimpered cries escaping his mouth as the pressure began to build between them.

Chris looked pleased, smiling wickedly, as he resumed his quickening pace. Keller could feel his on release baring down on him but he made sure that Spencer was the first to cum, shaking and clinging to Keller as ropes of sticky fluid coated their stomachs and chests. Reid's orgasm was enough to push Keller over the edge, biting down on an unmarked piece of Reid's shoulder, Keller let out a long and satisfied groan as he came inside the younger man.

As Keller fought to regain his composure, he placed light and gentle kisses all over Reid's flushed face. Keller buried his nose in the crook of Reid's shoulder, inhaling the scent of spice and clean sweat. As Keller was lost in his own post-coital bliss, he felt the young man beneath him begin to shiver again. Keller pulled back to see tears coursing down the young man's face. "Please, Chris, please let me go now."

Keller pulled back from the younger man, looking down at the shaken Dr. Reid, "Let's get you cleaned up first." Keller got up and grabbed a clean white towel from a peg by the sink and soaked half of it with warm water. Reid sat up slowly wincing in pain, his entire body stinging from the bruises and scratches that Keller had left behind. Chris returned to the bed to wipe the sweat and stickiness from Reid's body, his touch proving to be gentle and attentive. When Reid shifted his sitting position and put his back to Keller to put on his pants, Reid felt an unexpected soft kiss to his bruised shoulder.

"I don't want you coming back here, Reid. Do you hear me? I want you to forget about me just as quickly as these bruises fade.," Keller pressed another kiss to Reid's shoulder before pulling them both to their feet. Keller held Reid steady as he pulled his pants up to his waist. "Say it, Reid. Tell me you won't come back here."

"I-I-I can't let you do that alone." Reid said his voice a jumble of pain, fear, and sadness at the re-emergence of this sickening eventuality.

"Yeah," Chris said, before pulling Reid to him for another slow, lingering kiss. "Yeah, you can."

Keller said looking gravely into Reid's reddened and tired green eyes. Reid took it as a sign of affection that Keller's hand once again came to cup his cheek, supporting his jaw. Keller pulled his head back and instead of speaking another word, brought his forehead crashing down on the bridge of Reid's nose. Before Reid could even cry out in pain, Keller's fist came in contact with the side of Reid's head.

The last thing Reid would remember would be those ice blue eyes and an explosion of stars before his vision went dark.


A/N: So we're drawing to a close soon, I suppose. I had completely different plans for these last two chapters but after reading your oh-so-helpful and delightfully suggestive reviews, I decided to veer a little from the plan. Besides, I wasn't really looking forward to writing the chapter that was planned anyhow. This was a first for me, writing something that didn't fade to black as soon as it became overtly sexual so hopefully it didn't come off as awkward as I felt (LOL). Your thoughts, critiques, and suggestions are always welcome and greatly appreciated. Thank you one and all for your continued readership and thoughtful contributions. You'll be hearing from in the next few days.