Upon hearing the name, a pit fell in Reid's stomach and pain struck his head as if he'd been hit with a hammer. Alex, please! Don't do this! Reid's heart starting to race at what felt like 100mph, his chest tightened and breathing became a whole lot harder. His dirty blonde hair hung loosely around his face, falling just above his eyes as he smiled a sinister smile, baring his teeth as he stood over my wimp body.
Reid grabbed his chest, as breathing growing more and more rapid. Once again, Reid quickly covers his mouth with his hands and makes a swift exit; running towards the toilets. Everyone's gaze follows Reid as he runs out. "Spence?". JJ called after him, but he didn't hear her. Shouta quickly runs out after Reid, ignoring the calls for his name as he leaves the roundtable room.
Spencer crashed into one of the stalls, door slamming against the wall as he fell to his knees, vomiting violently. He retched, forcing every last thing that was in his stomach (mainly coffee) into the toilet. His stomach tightened and contracted as he carried on throwing up, long after everything left his system. Alex's face raced through his mind, always the same, always his creepy, haunting smile. Freak! Filth! Reid tried to breathe, but his heart wouldn't slow down and it won't, not with that man's face racing through his mind. A sharp pain shot through his skull, feeling as if it was going to explode under the pressure. Alex why are you doing this to me! I beg of you please don't! Memories just kept flashing through, Reid scrunched up his eyes trying to ignore them, ignore his face, his voice, his touch. All of a sudden, it stopped. The pain that was left, radiated throughout his body. His head felt as if it was going to explode, his arms and legs felt like jelly and his stomach, his stomach screamed in pain as it felt as if someone lit a fire inside him.
When the pain finally dialed down, shuffling his legs from underneath him, moving position so he was seated on his butt. Taking in a deep breath as tears stung the back of his eyes, he wanted nothing more to then cry, someone he cares about is currently being held captive, and for all, he knew he was dead. And that man, the man who was the center of all his nightmares, the reason why sleep has been nothing but non-existent, the reason why he has lived in nothing but fear, alone, for the past 4 years. Has him.
Reid stayed seated on the cold bathroom tiles, legs curled up, pressing against his chest as the tears ran freely down his pale, white face. As he sat there sobbing - quietly - he didn't realise the entire time Shouta had been standing just on the other side of the door, listening. He waited a moment longer, giving Reid some time to compose himself. Within the minute Reid emerges from the toilet, red-eyed, pale and wet-faced. "Are you okay?". Shouta asked softly. Reid's reply was nothing but a simple shake of his head. He walked over to the sink, Shouta stepping aside as Reid turns the water on, splashing his face and rinsing out the vile taste sitting in his mouth. The water was cold on his burning skin, clearing away the stains left by his tears and shocking his senses back. Spencer rubbed his face as he turned to lean against the sink. "I've really messed up this time". Spencer's voice was broken and husky.
"What do you mean?". Shouta did the same, leaning against the sink, parallel to Spencer.
"I can't keep doing this anymore Sho, I can't". Reid rested his hands on his lower face, staring straight ahead "Why him?".
Reid turned to look at his friend. "Why does it have to be him?".
"You need to tell the team the truth now Spence!". Shouta said calmly, he couldn't have Spencer closing him out now, he needs him, they need to find Kento.
"Are you crazy?!". Reid suddenly shot round, eyes bulging and filled with fear.
"Please tell me that was a joke?".
"I'm not joking Spence, they need to know the truth!".
"In the mind of statistic, that really won't go down well Shouta!". Reid's brain has been all over the place, that he hasn't managed to put together the simplest of statistics, the simplest of motives, he couldn't even put together who the unsub is. His mind is too occupied, occupied with Alex and the fear of losing Kento. "I'm not telling them, end of". Spencer went to walk out the door when Shouta grabbed hold of his wrist. "I know you're scared, but would you rather have them know the truth, or save Ken?". Shouta knew that was a low blow, but he had no choice, he needs to find his brother. Reid didn't respond, he looked at Shouta with such worry, he knew Shouta was right but he couldn't. He was already the dorky, young, pathetic agent, if they knew the full truth, no one would respect him.
"What you going to do?". They both stood in silence for a moment, neither not able to get a Reid on the other.
"I can't Sho - I'm Sorry".
"Okay, what is going on with the kid?". Morgan has had enough now, Reid was clearly lying and he wants the truth, they all do. "I must not have been the only one to see his reaction to this Alex guy?".
"No, you weren't". Hotch's voice was stern - as always.
"Could this...". Emily stopped in her tracks.
"Could this what Emily?". Morgan questioned.
"I mean I'm not trying to profile Reid or anything but...". Emily had an idea of what all this could be but worried if it's true, it should be Spencer telling everyone, not her.
"Spit it out, Emily". Derek was losing his chill, the kid's been lying to him, he just wanted answers.
"Could this Kento guy be more than a friend?". Emily finally said. Morgan raised one of his thick, bushy brows. "You're kidding right?". Morgan was taken back, Pretty boy - gay?
"I mean think about it, he freaks when he watches the video, there is a photo of him and the victim, and the unsub seems to be targeting Reid". Emily took a breath. "This could be a homophobic attack?".
The team didn't have enough time to reply to Emily's theory, as Reid and Shouta walked back into the room. Reid's shirt was asque with patches of sweat on the fabric sat under his armpits. He was pale and just looked like genuine crap. He and Shouta took a seat, no one brings to light the theory that Emily had concocted up.
"Right". Hotch said firmly, his gaze fixed on Reid. "The truth Reid".
"What you on about? I told you". Reid tried to keep himself calm, he couldn't risk breaking again, he's already trying to ignore the constant string of memories flooding his brain.
"STOP LYING REID!" Hotch slammed his hands on the table, shooting up from his chair. Reid requaled in fright. Hotch was scary, but this was something different.
"You not only know the victim but you know the unsub, now tell us the truth!". "NO!". Reid shouted back, the team was taken back a bit. They were used to the loud boom of Hotch's voice, but Reid's. "It's none of you're business!".
"None of our business?". Hotch was shocked. "A man's life is in danger Reid!".
"I damn well know that, but it's my business!". Reid needed to bite his tongue, he can't slip up. The team all watched the shouting match between their boss and teammate, never have they seen Reid with such anger in his voice and fear in his eyes. He was keeping something, something a lot more sinister than they first thought.
"I will take you off this case if you don't tell me the truth Reid".
"Don't you threaten me, Aaron!". Reid clenched his fists. "Why can't I have anything personal? You guys know everything about me, can't I have this one thing?". Reid was right, they knew everything about each other. Morgan's abuse, Emily's past, their fears, loves and hates. Everything. The team looked at Reid as if he was a completely different person. But, whatever Spencer has been hiding, won't be hidden for much longer.
"I got in!". Garcia declared. Sat at the end of the table, a bundle of colour, she'd finally gotten into Kento's laptop. She took the remote control and turned on the screen that was situated behind Shouta and Reid. The screen from the laptop was being projected onto the tv, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary, a photo of Kento, Shouta and Spencer sat as the image of his background, a couple of games here and there and folders. Garcia clicked on one, not realising the damage she was about to cause.
Kento's face appeared on the screen, a still image waiting to be played. Reid clocked on to exactly what video Garcia had clicked on. "TURN IT OFF!". Reid turned and shouted at her, Garcia looked taken back, nods her head about to close the video. "No". Hotch said bluntly.
"What?". Reid lost, as it wasn't exactly the answer he'd expect to hear.
"I said no". Their eyes fixed on one another, neither has changed still filled with fear and annoyance. "You've been lying to us all day, now we need to find the truth - and if it's in this video then so be it". Hotch cleared his throat. "Play it, Garcia".
"Yes, sir". She said, her voice shakey. Reid wanted to resist but he couldn't get the words out, instead, his mouth hung agape as Garcia hit play.
Kento was sorting out the camera, his long black hair hung loosely around his sharp, pale face. He backed away slightly as if he was checking out the angle, he gave a cute half-smile before backing away, leaving the camera to record. Kento was wearing nothing but a pair of dark grey pajama bottoms that sat loosely around his thin waist. He was mildly muscular with a strong V line protruding from his groin to his waistline, which complimented is slender body, and height. His upper body was covered in jet black tattoos, tattoos of brushstrokes of a calligraphy brush circling his shoulders and right arm.
He turned and began sorting his hair out in the mirror, deciding whether or not to have it up, or down. He played around with it for a little while, whilst looking over his body giving a displeasing shrug. "Hey, I'm home". A tall, thin man walks into the frame, wearing a dark purple work shirt and a pair of black work trousers which certainly hugged him in all the right places.
Reid froze as he could feel his whole team's gaze on him. He knew what was coming up, but it was like his body just shut down, he couldn't find the strength to more let alone tell them to stop.
"Hey, I've missed you!". Kento said as he hugged the slightly taller man around his waist. Reid leans in, planting a soft kiss on Kento's lips. Pulling away, Reid rested his forehead on Ken's, eyes closed. Kento moves his lips and whispers something in Reid's ear, too quite for the camera to pick up, but it was obviously something about the camera as Reid averted his gaze towards it before giving, what looks like a sinister-like smile. He pulls Kento in closely, body against bodyas he crashed his lips onto his passionately. Their bodies moved as one, grinding into another as their hands roamed each other's body. Spencer graced his tongue along Ken's lower lip, causing him to shiver, releasing a small moan. The kiss turned from passionate to dominating in just a short few moments, bodies grinding their now hardened cocks against each other causing to load moans to escape their lips.
Reid was darting his tongue in and out of Ken's mouth as the kiss was wet, sloppy and heated. Kento began unbuttoning Reid's shirt, stumbling a few times before it finally fell on the floor. Reid's body had definitely matured over the years, from this skinny, scrawny young man, who a fairly muscular, toned man. Ken traced his fingers along Spencer's arm, feeling his biceps and old scars. A white bandage hugged Reid's upper arm, Kento said nothing as he knew what it was, and instead, he traced that too. Ken's fingers trailed over his sharp collarbones, down his tightened abs, slowly making his way down before cupping Spencer's manhood in his hand. Spencer closed his eyes tightly, face relaxed as he gave a generously loud moan.
Reid suddenly snapped, he started to unbuckle his belt on his trousers and undo the button before lifting up Ken slightly off the ground, walking towards the bed. Ken fell down with a sexy smile, before pulling Spencer back in for a wild and passionate kiss. The pair grinding up against each other, taking it in turns to fill the room with loud, dirty moans. "Ahh Spence!". Spencer responds by grabbing Kento's cheek and pushing it to the side, allowing him access to the sweet spot on his neck. "huah- huahh- ahhhh". Kento panted as Spencer bite his neck, leaving little red marks behind.
Spencer began to shadow Ken's body with his tongue, hitting all his spots along the way. From his collarbones to his nipples and finally biting down, and kissing the v marks. Reid's hands starting to roam Ken's lower body, sending shivers through both of them. Ken arched his back and Reid's hand fell on his hardened dick. Spencer put his fingers in a standing position before making them walk to Ken's waistband...
Suddenly the laptop slammed shut. "HE SAID TO TURN IT OFF!". Shouta shouted. His breathing was strong and heavy, face all scrunched up covered in anger as well as embarrassment, that was his baby brother after all. Spencer's heart was racing at a 1000mph, his breathing was rapid, he felt as if he was about to pass out. He didn't know what to do, he can't turn and face his teammates, how can he after what they just saw. They'll be disgusted by him, who wouldn't be, he was gross. His whole body shock, he wanted to leave but he was frozen to his spot. Voices around him sounded as if they were miles away, clouded and foggy. He knew someone was trying to talk to him, but it was if his brain wouldn't let them in. He felt a touch on his arm, which acted as a bolt of energy because the moment that hand fell on him, he was gone. Spencer grabbed his back and walked hastily out the door, not looking back.