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There is no delight in owning anything unshared: - Seneca

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.

The morning was spent sleeping off the night before. Mostly it was Spencer who slept as Floyd lay and watched him and smoked. He looked at how the scar on his face was fading and at the cuts and marks on his face from the glass the day before. He looked at the slow rise and fall of his back as he lay sprawled on his front, a thin white sheet coving him across the backs for his legs up to his hips.

Occasionally Floyd would move in closer and inhale the scent of the man he screwed and thought he might love. That though was still under debate and so with those doubts and thoughts he left the room and went to stand on the small balcony over looking the woodland behind the hotel.

He knew they were out there. He knew they were just waiting for him to make a mistake. Yesterday they thought they had, but he had been prepared and protected his charge. They will learn. Floyd threw his cheroot butt over the balcony railing and looked back into the room. Spencer was still sleeping but Floyd was beginning to feel 'hungry'.

He walked back into the bedroom and stood looking at Spencer. Floyd licked his lips and gently touched him on the shoulder. He didn't want to wake him. Actually he wanted him in a state of unconsciousness but that would be wrong and his hunger wasn't really for Spencer right now. Floyd took a few steps backwards and smiled a lovely smile and then turned and left the room, closing the door carefully.

The lounge in the suite was big and luxurious and Floyd intended getting as much pleasure out of his surroundings as he could. He walked to the telephone on the wall by the main door and dialled room service. He ordered cheese and biscuits and ice cream and asked for Leo to make the delivery.

-o-o-o-

When he awoke and realise he was alone, for a minute his breaths came in short sharps stabs. He pulled the sheet up over and around himself as he rolled over and sat up. Holding the sheet closely to him self he walked to the door and pulled it open.

Spencer stood and looked at the scene in front of him. He blinked once. He wanted to shout and make a fuss and let Floyd know that what the guy from room service was doing to him wasn't part of the 'service', but he took a step back and closed the door again. He walked quickly to the few items of clothing they had brought with them and pulled out dark blue sweat pants and a white vest top with 'bitch' written on the front in black. It was Floyd's idea of a funny joke to pack Reid's bag for him and include such items. Actually only pack such items. There wasn't a shirt or tie amongst the things he had so thoughtfully packed for him whilst the EMT's had pulled glass from his face. He slipped on flip flops and pulled his hair back into a pony tail.

Again he opened the door and again he was looking at a display which for some stupid reason hurt Spencer deep down. He stood again rooted to the spot for about thirty seconds and then with a big sigh walked through the room and out of the door opposite him. He had no idea if Floyd saw him and right now he didn't care. If Floyd could play then he was going to play too. Though likely not in the same manner.

He walked in his flip flops and bitch vest to the elevator at the end of the corridor. He was expecting Floyd to come running after him. He wanted him to, but when the doors pinged and slid open there was no sign of him.

Spencer stepped into the car with three other well dressed people. He suddenly felt extremely self conscious with his sweat pants slipping hip wards and the vest top feeling too small in the way it was trying to ride up his body and expose his stomach.

The woman with the short dark hair and business suit looked at him and then looked away again.

The gentleman in the Armani suit glanced once…frowned and then looked at the doors.

The lady with the shoulder length wavy blonde hair kept her eyes down after her initial glance and was obviously hiding a smirk.

Fabulous! He crossed his arms tightly over his chest and tried to cover up this sudden nakedness he was feeling and kept his eyes firmly screwed down onto the brown rubberised flooring. When the elevator pinged again on the floor he needed – the one with the bar – he was out like a shot and across the floor to hide himself in some booth somewhere.

He stood at the bar. It was busy for mid afternoon but this was a hotel. People were on holiday. Not everyone was here hiding from some unknown whatever it was with wings which only he could hear. He ordered a whiskey and asked them to put it on the room tab and then went and found himself a quiet corner to hide away in.

Again he expected to be joined by Floyd any time, but again he was disappointed. He had been forgotten for some cheep bit of god only knew what. He ordered another drink. Now not caring that his sweatpants were sliding away down his body or that his top had ridden up too far. Spencer returned to the booth he had been in and sat looking down into the drink.

"Hi." A voice from next to him.

Spencer turned to see a face he didn't recognise. "Hello."

"You alone here?"

"I seem to be – yes for now I am alone."

"Let me get you a drink."

"I have one thank you."

"Well drink up and I can get you another."

Spencer looked over at this tall cropped haired man in a business suit. His eyes blazed an ice blue back at Spencer. Reid picked up his drink and downed it. "Thank you." He slid the tumbler over towards the man.

"Benny."

"Ah – Spencer." He was feeling light headed and a bit happy. Benny got up and got a refill for Spencer and a soda water for him self. He returned and slid along the bench seat towards Reid.

"So Spencer – what are you doing here? You don't look like the normal business man type."

"Er no – I'm not I suppose. My house was – uh – damaged so we are staying here for a while." He was finding his words difficult to get out without slurring them.

He jumped slightly when a finger touched the side of his face. "You got injured?"

"Yesh."

"Spencer – come with me."

Reid looked over to the man who seemed to be very out of focus now and his voice a long way off. A hand clutched Reid's arm and started to pull him along the bench seat and then pulled him to his feet.

"I really should stay here." Spencer tried to sit down again but stumbled against Benny who held him tightly.

"Careful Spencer. Who are you here with? Maybe we should find them. Wife? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?"

Reid tried to get his eyes to focus. "Eh yes."

"And he's not down in the bar?"

Reid tried to look – knowing full well that Floyd had forgotten all about him now. "He's ent – he's entert – entertaining someone."

"And you are going to let him have all the fun? That hardly seems fair now does it?"

"S'complicated."

Benny slipped an arm around Spencer's waist and started walking out of the bar towards the terrace. "I think you have had too much do drink young man. You need some fresh air."

"No – sokay –I'll go back - back to – my – back to my room."

But Benny had a tight hold on him now and was half dragging Reid out into the late afternoon sun. They walked like they had known each other for a life time. Benny with his arm around Reid's waist which was once again bare for all to see and Reid with his arm around Benny to so that he wouldn't fall over on his arse on the damp grass. They walked until Spencer seemed a bit steadier on his feet and able to string a few more coherent words together and then they stopped. A big outbuilding on the outskirts of the hotel property. It housed a generator and other vastly interesting mechanical devices, but they didn't go in the door way. Spencer leaned on the wall and took deep refreshing breaths.

"Thank you. I think I have had too much to drink."

"You are welcome Spencer." A hand was placed on Reid's shoulder. When Spencer didn't react to it the hand moved up to his neck and around to the back of his head. "Are you up for some fun?"

Reid looked back into the blue eyes of Benny and knew that he should be saying 'no' a very firm 'no' but Floyd wasn't here. Floyd was playing his own games, so when Benny's lips brushed against Spencer's he let them. He invited them and he invited Benny to show him some fun.

-o-o-o-

It was early evening when Spencer went back to the hotel suite with a phone number in his pocket. He hadn't taken his key out with him so now he stood at the door with his forehead resting on the door wondering what was beyond it what sort of reception he was going to get from Floyd. He finally lifted his hand and rapped gently on the door.

Floyd pulled the door open and just stood looking at Spencer for a few seconds and then moved back to let him in. Neither said anything to the other, but Spencer knew that Floyd was not going to let this go. Reid walked over towards the bathroom door. Again he thought Floyd would follow him, but he didn't. Reid didn't look back to see what Floyd was doing, but he knew he was being watched. He closed the bathroom door and locked it. He turned on the water and just stood thinking about what he had just done. Maybe a little bit worse for drink, but he still knew exactly what he had done and what he let be done to him and he had enjoyed it. He stripped slowly and dropped his clothes to the floor and then stood under the very hot water. He soaped himself down and washed off the dirt, grime and sweat of the day. The smells and emotions though, they would still be there screaming what he had done to Floyd when he came out of the bathroom again half an hour later with a white towel wrapped around his waist.

Floyd was standing on the balcony smoking. He didn't turn to look at Reid when he went out to join him.

"You think that was clever?"

Spencer went to put a hand over the one Floyd had resting on the railing, but he pulled it away leaving Spencer's hand touching the cold metal. "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I am talking about." Now Floyd turned to look at Spencer. "Look at yourself Spence. You are too thin, you are covered in bruises and cuts, you have a vile scar on your face, you look like a victim of some dreadful disease and you think some guy you pick up in a bar does that because he likes the look of you? Or do you think it's because you look like some fag slut?"

"But the guy from room service can 'service' you? Have you seen yourself recently Floyd. You stink, your hair is in matted lumps, your breath stinks of damp ashtrays, and well, your personality needs some work. How much did you pay him? Because I am sure your prostitution days are over."

He knew he had said the wrong thing the moment he felt the hands grab his arms. Floyd stayed silent though. No foul insults, not even any fists used on the face. He pulled Reid around so that he was facing the railings at waist height and stood behind him. Again Spencer didn't get what he thought he was going to get. He was half expecting to be thrown over the balcony but now he could feel hands reaching around and pulling the towel away.

"Spence." The word was whispered on the back of his neck. "How much are you willing to pay me. How much is this old prostitute worth to you?"

"A couple of dollars."

This got him a bite on the shoulder. "Surely a bit more than that. Come on…up the price a bit."

"Well – what would I get for fifty bucks?"

He felt Floyd's tongue draw a line down his spine to the small of his back. Spencer's hands gripped the balcony rail and Floyd's hands gripped Spencer's hips.

"Turn around and find out."

-o-o-o-

That evening saw them out on the bike and going to the club.

Floyd had on a black shirt and jeans and Spencer had on a pair of low cut cords and another vest top Floyd had ordered him into. The place was as busy as it always was as they stood outside in the throngs of people heading out for the night.

"Spence – rules. No going off with anyone else. No drugs and no wandering off alone – if I ask you to wait, then you wait." Spencer remembered every time in his life he wandered off without Floyd and how he always (today being a fun exception) got into deep shit.

"I won't forget."

"Come on then"

This was new to Spencer. For the first time he was here feeling like he actually fitted in a bit. He didn't feel out of place. He noticed how Floyd was stared at, but he wasn't sure if it was because of the ingrained stench of blood and dirt, or if it was because of what Spencer always saw in him.

Floyd dragged him onto the dance floor and though Reid was never going to be able to bounce and dance like a lot of these he was quite able to please Floyd. They Stood facing each other. Reid being the taller hand his arms draped over Floyd's shoulders and Floyd had his hands around Spencer and resting on that area of sweet bare flesh on his back.

Somehow Floyd managed to manoeuvre Reid to the edge or the dance floor. He was facing the dancers as Floyd faced the bar area. He wasn't really looking at Floyd though. His eyes closed as they touched and moved and rammed mouths against each other – so when the hot breath suddenly hit Reid on the back of his neck he just sighed and took it in as yet another pleasure. When another pair of hands started to touch him he opened his eyes and looked up at Floyd who was smirking his happy self satisfied smirk at Spencer. He put his mouth to Reid's ear and whispered. "Just go with the flow babes."

He wanted to turn and see who the other person was, but Floyd made sure he couldn't move to look. Two pairs of hands were touching him and moving over his skin and making their way where hands didn't usually go in public but the total eroticism of this experience left Reid unable to resist anything done to him.

It was only touching – and kissing and nibbling. Pinching and biting, but it was one of the most erotic things Reid had ever done. Well in public anyway. When the other person left and Reid and Floyd were alone again it was Spencer who dragged Floyd to the back room and it was Spencer who made the demands of Floyd and it was Floyd who gave into Spencer and let him self be used like the common bit of filth he was.

-o-o-o-

Another night and another shower. Spencer again showered alone. Floyd seemed more and more determined to avoid getting clean and his smell was becoming almost distracting but he masked it with his heavy musky scents and charisma.

"You know babes how stupid you were today."

"I seem to spend my life being stupid. Which particular thing are you talking about?"

"Benny."

Reid stopped the stroking of Floyd's chest and looked up at him. "Oh that."

"You will catch something. Again – and it might be something I can't help you with. You need to keep away from people like that and you will get yourself tested."

"Tested?" Now Spencer sat up. "What are you talking about?" But he knew and it was something he him self had thought of but never wanted to say.

"How many times have you been raped in your life? I think you hold the world record."

"Yes – it's not amusing."

"And how many of those times did they take the time to use a condom?"

"Well…"

"I know it's different with us babes, cos I can't pass things on…I am clean. Always clean. Benny however isn't."

"So you are going to get tested."

Spencer bit on his bottom lip. "OK. I will get tested if it will make you happy." But the knot of dread was tightening in his stomach now.

"And next time you want to go and get your jollies you will think of this."

Reid was laying back with his eyes closed. "Think of what?"

"Open your eyes and look." He sneaked a peek.

"OH!"

"Yes - oh indeed. Now roll over and let me play."