Part 6

"Do you mind if I'm on top this time?" Spencer asked Aaron as a 2 men undressed.

"No," Hotch told him with a smile, although normally he detested being on the bottom when he had sex with women as he considered that the submissive position, but with Spencer he didn't mind and he was surprised that he didn't. "So long as I get to be on top sometimes then no I don't mind ceding the position to you."

"This is an equal partnership and I would never think about trying to subvert you," Spencer told him with a smile. "One aspect of the True Mate bond is that you love your partner or spouse so much that it would literally make you sick if you tried to abuse or bully them or even go against their wishes in any detrimental way."

That was interesting, Hotch decided, but he was ready to be fucked and to also do the fucking so he and Spencer could discuss it at a later date, preferably much later.

The two men finished undressing each other rapidly and it wasn't long at all before both were buck naked

Reid almost literally drooled as he looked at the muscular form of his mate's body. Reid had always known that Hotch had broad shoulders since they were visible beneath the suit jacket that he always wore to work, but what he hadn't known, was the fact that underneath the suit his mate had very muscular legs and thighs. Spencer had often speculated exactly what his mate looked like underneath his clothes, as he knew it was perfectly healthy to do so, but his imagination hadn't even come close. It was apparent that Hotch worked out in order to keep himself in tiptop shape, for the muscles in his legs and thighs, as well as his arms and shoulders were big and bulging, but fit the man himself, perfectly. Those muscles in his legs and arms led down to a perfect washboard stomach as there wasn't an ounce of fat on Aaron Hotchner's body at all. His mate was utterly perfect, and Reid thanked whatever gods, he could for bringing him such a compassionate, kind hearted good man for him to love and the fact that he was handsome and often had women chasing after him didn't hurt at all.

Both men got into bed, although luckily, for him it was a king size, Reid thought appreciatively.

Hotch had been watching Reid and was pleased to see that he practically salivated as he casually inspected his body. Hotch prided himself on staying in tiptop shape as it made chasing a suspect out in the field a lot easier, and also kept his energy level up for all those late nights that the team tended to put in when they were trying to figure it out who their current unsub was, then if he had let his body go to seed.

Reid for his part climbed on top of his mate's naked body and immediately noticed that Hotch's cock was already so stiff and hard that it was steadily leaking semen onto the sheets between his legs. Reid buried his nose in the side of Hotch's neck where his scent was the strongest, well, besides, his crouch area and knew he would never get enough of the scent of his mate for as long as he lived. Reid kissed the spot on his mate's neck where his pulse was starting to beat more rapidly which told him that Hotch was already aroused even if he hadn't really done anything yet.

Reid decided that he didn't have time to go slowly, as he was holding himself back through sheer force of will, but that was weakening with every breath he took of his mate's delicious, erotic, mouthwatering, enticing scent. Aaron Hotchner smelled like, the soap he used in the shower, a hint of his aftershave, but the strongest scent was of well…sex and how he had prevented himself from literally jumping his boss's bones over the last year he had no clue.

"Do you have any lube?" asked Reid suddenly. "Anything to slick myself up with so that the penetration into your hole isn't too painful?"

"Liquid soap is all I have at the moment," Hotch told him his voice sounding incredibly strained. "I didn't think about getting anything like that because I wasn't even sure until tonight whether you swung towards your own sex."

"It's all right, I have a bottle of lube at home, and I can very easily get more," Reid told him, "but for now soap will do and won't do us any harm. Where is it?"

"In the bathroom, on the sink," Hotch replied.

Reid bounded off the bed, and hurried to the bathroom spotting the bottle of liquid antibacterial soap immediately and grabbed it already eager to get back to his mate so they could really get started.

Hotch tried to wait patiently, but he was so hard literally that it was very painful and he couldn't wait until he buried himself into Reid's body for the first time, although he also couldn't wait for Reid to do the same thing to him, which again surprised him, a lot. What surprised him more than anything was that while he was looking forward to making love to Reid, he was looking even more forward to Reid doing the same thing to him. He remembered Reid mentioning something about a bond that would form the minute they had sex for the first time and Hotch made a mental note ask the younger man about that sometime in the near future.

Reid came back into the room with the liquid soap in hand and immediately walked quickly over to the bed and was quickly back into his former position.

"This is going to be rough and hard," Reid warned him his voice strained. "I've been wanting you for so long that I'm barely holding myself back from just taking you. I never imagined I would get my wish at least not quite so soon."

"Just get on with it," Hotch told him his voice extremely strained. "A little pain isn't going to kill me you know. Besides, I've been shot out in the field and I promise you that is far more painful then this will be."

Reid happily did as ordered and took the soap slathering his cock thoroughly, before he positioned his penis at his mate's hole and roughly shoved it deep inside for the first time. Reid who was very in tune with his mate's every reaction immediately felt when his body tensed and he forced himself to stay still, so that he didn't hurt his mate more than was absolutely necessary.

Finally Hotch relaxed and Reid took that as his signal to continue what he was doing. Reid shoved his cock in and out of Hotch's hole several times, each time changing the angle looking for a man's sweet spot also known as the known as the prostrate. Finally he hit that spot and Hotch immediately went into his climax as did Reid just a few seconds later.

This was utter perfection, Reid thought before his mind was swept away by the strongest climax he had ever had in his life. He had never known that having sex with your mate was way different, not to mention much better from having it with someone just to relieve yourself. He'd had sex a lot of times before with other werewolves. However, all those times had only been either very short relationships or just a way to relieve the sexual tension, and had meant absolutely nothing to either him or his partner of the moment.

He had of course, heard talk, that having sex with your True Mate was way better then just a casual fling, but hearing other werewolves talk about it was way different from experiencing it for yourself and he knew he could never again live without having sex with Aaron Hotchner as frequently as they were able. He, of course, would never force his mate to have sex, but Aaron Hotchner was an extremely vital and viral man and he had a feeling that he would not object to having sex as often as possible.

Finally Reid's climax ended and he lay on top of his mate panting rather heavily.

"If I'd had any idea what having sex with you would truly be like I would have jumped your bones after we first met and damn the consequences," Reid said his head resting on Hotch's shoulder.

"And that was just the first round," Hotch said grinning rather evilly. "If I have my way we will be getting very little sleep."

"I can sleep later," Reid assured him. "You're welcome to have your way with me as often as you like, although sometimes I'm going to want to have my way with you."

"Which I told you would be absolutely fine," Hotch said leaning up just enough to kiss Reid on the nose and then more seriously on the lips. "And what you told me earlier about that bond that would form between us, the first time we had sex, I can already feel it even though I am human."

"Which is perfectly normal," Reid assured him. "Other human mates have often described it as a feeling of completion, as if finally feeling like a puzzle piece that they didn't even know was missing snap into place."

"What do werewolves feel?" asked Hotch thinking that Spencer's words described what he had felt perfectly. He felt utterly content with his life for the first time ever, and he knew that was all Spencer's doing and the fast and rough sex they had just had. He had known that making love with another man would always be painful to some degree, simply because they were not designed to have sex with each other, but with a female. He wouldn't have it any other way though and although he knew that they would be intense disapproval in certain circles he didn't really care. He was his own man after all and had never really cared what others thought of him. He knew that Jason Gideon definitely wouldn't approve for Spencer was his protégé and definitely like a son. It wasn't really his decision though, for Spencer was a grown man and even if he was only just 24 capable of making his own decisions, especially since he was extremely mature for his age.

"The same way, except the feeling is much stronger," Spencer told him feeling absolutely utterly content for the first time in his life. "I've been told by others that the feeling of utter completion is just the sign that the True Mate bond has activated."

"Gideon isn't going to like it that you are together with another man, you know," Hotch mentioned.

Spencer shrugged not seeming at all disturbed at Hotch's words.

"He probably won't be pleased," Spencer admitted. "However, if he makes a big deal about it I'll simply point out that while he is my mentor. I am my own man and that he is not my father, and that even if he was I was all grown up and able to make my own decisions. I'm hoping that Gideon doesn't make a big deal out of it because I don't want to hurt his feelings, since he's certainly been more of a father than my own ever was, but I have a right my own life and so do you."

Hotch smiled his half smile and asked, "Who are you and what have you done with Spencer Reid? Where is the man that for the most part blends into the background?"

"There's a few things you need to know about werewolves," Spencer begin to explain.

"Like what?" asked Hotch wondering where Spencer was going with this and since he'd brought the subject up just now he knew it had to have some relevance to what he had just said.

"Well, for one thing, mated couples are absolutely sacred in the werewolf community. No werewolf will ever try to separate a wolf from his mate whether that is another werewolf or a human. If anybody tries to separate a mated couple it usually ends in the couple's suicide, but also the murder of the person or persons that try. Really it depends on what the person that tries to separate a truly mated couple does, as every person on the face of the Earth has different breaking points. Two, I am an Omega, which is the lowest rank in a wolfpack, however, there are certain advantages to being one."

"What advantages?" Hotch asked listening intently.

"Well, unlike the Alpha or the Beta for that matter, an Omega can swing upwards into other ranks when needed and then swing back down into their natural position," Spencer calmly explained. "Normally, I'm a very mild-mannered, inoffensive guy, but I am capable of swinging up into the Beta or Alpha position if I need to. Most Alphas refuse to swing downwards into what they consider a more submissive position, even if it would be to their advantage at the time to do so. Alphas are leaders, and the person with the most forceful Alpha personality normally is in charge of the local werewolf pack, although they also have to be voted by the rest the pack into that position. There might be other Alphas in the pack, but the leader is able to control them with the tone of his voice and a barked command. Most packs are run very smoothly and the Alpha is always firm, but not harsh to the other members of his pack, as he must show that he is able to lead, not by cruelty or fear, but by respect. If they're other Alphas in the pack, they are considered Betas to the leader and Alphas everywhere else."

Hotch listened to what Reid was telling him fascinated with what he was hearing.

"The leader of the pack treats all his subjects fairly and equally and dispenses justice when it is needed, although sometimes this justice is quite harsh, but is necessary to maintain the integrity and in some cases secrecy of the pack. As I said normally, the pack follows the strongest Alpha, but if that Alpha is hard, cruel, and rules by fear a pack usually bands together to throw him out. This doesn't happen very often, but when it does that Alpha is warned not to come back on threat of death if he returns. After that a new leader is picked, and it is normally someone who has gained at least most of the pack's respect."

"So you're saying an Omega has several advantages," Hotch said. "An Omega unlike an Alpha or a Beta can swing between ranks and be those ranks at least until it is no longer needed."

"Yes, that's what I said," Reid agreed. "However, I think I should point out that some Omegas never learn how to do this as they are too timid or don't see the need. As for me it was something I had to learn, because my six brothers were a bit wild when they were much younger than they are now. My dad was absolutely no help in the parenting department and my mother...Well something seemed to break within her right after my six brothers were born."

"What do you mean break?" asked Hotch. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"It's okay," Spencer assured him kissing him, "You are my mate and you have a right to ask me whatever you want to and I will do my best to answer all your questions."

Hotch nodded and filed that piece of information in the back of his brain.

"My dad didn't know it when he married my mother, but schizophrenia runs in her family. When I was much younger, like four or five my mother was the center of my life as that was before the schizophrenia appeared. I remember how she used to read me books from her favorite authors and not the normal things that you read to such a young child. Before her condition manifested itself she was a literature professor and her favorite authors were from the 14th, 15th, and 16th centuries. I remember her reading stuff to me, as I lay in bed and I didn't know it at the time, but what she was reading to me was utterly inappropriate for someone of my young age. She read me Chaucer, Bronte, and Shakespeare, among many other authors from those time periods and many more."

Reid looked reminisce Hotch noticed, but it was nice to hear something good about his lover's childhood, instead of how bad it turned out to be just a couple years later.

"So your mother encouraged your a love of books," Hotch summarized. "Especially old books from very obscure authors."

"She did indeed," Spencer said with a reminiscent smile. "I didn't learn this until later, but when she was pregnant with my brothers she went off her medication. The schizophrenia had just begun to manifest when she got pregnant with them so the symptoms weren't to bad back then. However, as the months progressed she got worse and worse and often appeared lost in space or as if she was deep in thought. When my parents learned that it was supposedly quadruplets my father was overjoyed and my mother as well at least in her lucid moments. I remember overhearing my father telling my mother that she knew it was a possibility that she would have multiples simply because of the fact that real wolves have more than one baby at a time, and in that way our species are the same. Even as my mother's pregnancy progressed the doctor kept insisting that it was only quadruplets, but as the birth of my brothers got nearer and nearer mom who refused to take her medication because it could have a detrimental effect on the babies, got worse and by the time they were born something had broken within her. I'm not sure if it was because she went off her medicine so that my brothers would be born healthy with no problems that that particular medication can cause or if the c-section that was performed was just too much of a strain on her psyche. In any case, if it wasn't for Aunt Shannon we never would have survived, because my dad was useless and refused to help take care of his sons. He told me on more than one occasion that taking care of children was a female's responsibility and refused to help out by changing diapers and feeding them. He did play with them so in that way he was a good father, but in every other way that would require any effort on his part he was utterly useless. He absolutely refused to learn and called it woman's work, even though they were his sons and he should have loved them enough to help look after them. Aunt Shannon was a godsend, especially for those first few years while my brothers were still so small and so much work. Aunt Shannon had plenty of experience taking care of multiple babies at one time as she and her husband had had a dozen. Her husband had passed away some years ago and all her children were grown when she came to help me take care of my brothers. I blessed day she walked into our lives for she was kind caring, but also had a very firm hand when it was required. She explained to me that young children needed boundaries and discipline and that they needed to know that there were consequences for doing the wrong thing. When you're young those consequences aren't too serious, but as you get older it could land you in jail or even dead and no werewolf would survive very long being confined and unable to transform. Whenever I was home from school I helped out with my brothers as much as I could by helping Aunt Shannon feed them their bottles or baby food and changing their diapers. I also spent multiple hours after I finished my homework playing with them, teaching them their first words, and when they were 4 taught them how to read. In any case, when I was 10 years old and my brothers were only 4 when my dad had had enough and walked out with his suitcase and told me that he was leaving. I tried to convince him that he needed to be here for his family, but he gave me such a look of utter contempt that it stopped me in my tracks. Aunt Shannon who was watching from the doorway comforted me when I couldn't control my tears at my father cruel and harsh attitude, even though I had known since I was small that my father resented the fact that I was so clumsy and therefore no good at sports, more intelligent then any kid has a right to be and that I was an Omega instead of an Alpha or a least a Beta like him. I had many nightmares after that and Shannon was always there for me, although I'm not exactly sure how she did it all, as looking after six young children who are the same age is very stressful, not to mention a slightly older child and I'm not sure how she kept going, but she was a source of endless energy and always knew what to do in any situation. In any case, it was Aunt Shannon that taught me about responsibility and told me that I needed to learn to stand up for myself and for my family as I was the only thing that my brothers had between them and an orphanage or a foster home. It was Aunt Shannon that made me see that I could never allow my brothers to be placed in separate foster homes for a wolf needs their pack even if that's only their family and we need to change on the full moon, so it wasn't at good idea for a werewolf to go into a foster home. Aunt Shannon also told me that as an Omega I was capable of swinging between the three ranks when it was necessary and it was a good skill to acquire. She also said that, although my underlaying personality was Omega that only made me special for Alphas or Betas refused to swing down and act like a meek Omega as it went against their natures and their pride to do so. A Beta can swing upwards into Alpha status when it is necessary, but again it is a learned skill. The Las Vegas pack was also a godsend in the years after my father abandoned his family and it was Keenan the Alpha of the pack that guided my brothers through their first transformation when they were five instead of dad, like it should have been."

Hotch filed the information away that a werewolf didn't transform for the first time until they were five years old and probably on the first full moon after that important birthday.

"By the time I reached seven I had extra lessons after normal school about the history of the pack along with our laws and how werewolves came to be. Tommy who was around my father's age was the one that taught me all I needed to know so I would fit in with the local werewolf pack anywhere I went and not get myself in trouble for being disrespectful to those in charge. Unlike my father however, Tommy took his duty seriously and although he taught me about my heritage, werewolf history, laws and how to behave, he was as different as night and day from my father who refused to accept responsibility for his own family. By the time I left for college Tommy was unofficially part of our family and we still keep in contact even after over a decade. He was almost like an uncle or a older brother to me and to my siblings even though they barely remember him since they were only seven when I went to college and took them along."

"So what happened to your father?" asked Hotch. "I know he eventually took his own life, but that was three years later so what happened, before then?"

"Well, pack laws are very strict, especially when it comes to one's pups or children if you prefer," Spencer said. "That my father left for no other reason then he didn't feel like putting in the work required to help look after his children went against everything that the pack stands for. To every pack around the world pups are sacred, almost as sacred as a True Mate bond and they are to be looked after and cherished by the entire pack, but especially they're parents, or at least the one that is a wolf, although if the other one is human it's a little different. Now if my father had left because he had found his True Mate and had provided for his children, that would have been acceptable since werewolves marry all the time because they're in love or at least believe they are and have children by that person even if they are not their True Mate. However, my father left in a state of temper, and because he refused to accept responsibility of taking care of his sick wife or his pups. He was certain I would never amount to anything and neither would my brothers even though they were only four at the time. He believed that because I was unathletic and a true genius, even though I don't like to toot my own horn, that I would never make my mark on the world or get married and give him grandchildren. He believed because of my meek Omega personality that I would never be forceful enough to get the kind of job that he considered acceptable. He told me when I was quite small thinking I wouldn't remember that he wanted me to be a lawyer just like he was."

"That's really...stupid," Hotch finally said amazed at what he was hearing and Spencer couldn't blame him.

"It is, but I came to understand years later, that my father just couldn't put up with the fact that my mother Diana was not perfect as when the schizophrenia began to manifest itself dad just couldn't handle it, especially as the disease progressed," Spencer said with a shrug. "As I said earlier every human being on the face of the earth has their breaking point and werewolves are no different in that way, as both of our species has their foibles. In any case, he went back to his flat that he had just rented and thought he was home free, and I was told that he was very surprised when a couple of Alphas came to his door on Keenan's orders. He truly thought that there would be no consequences for his actions, although he knew the laws of the pack just as well as any werewolf did, as he had been taught the same things as a pup as I was or that any kid of a certain age is taught. I don't know what happened to my father really, but he seemed to truly believe that none of the pack would care that he had abandoned his family for no real reason."

"So what happened to William Reid?" Hotch said refusing to call that monster Spencer's father.

"Well, Keenan, as the Alpha it was his job to mete out punishments to the guilty and the laws are very harsh when it comes to the kind of thing, my father did. Unfortunately, for my father, Tommy had told the Alpha exactly what he knew about my father's deplorable behavior as did Aunt Shannon. Neither one of them really had any choice, but to report to Keenan, for if they had kept it to themselves and he had found out they would've been in serious trouble and that is something you want to avoid. Besides, both of them are totally different people then my father was and take their responsibilities seriously. I remember I was called before the Alpha and at first I wondered what I had done to get on Keenan's bad side, but it turned out that because William Reid was my father he wanted to ask my opinion on what should be done. Now normally, an Alpha would never ask the opinion of a child, especially one who is so young, but Keenan said that I was very mature for my age and I knew the laws so what did I think should be done to the man that had never showed me the love that all pups deserve, despite the fact that I was his son. That the Alpha was asking for my opinion astonished me even though he had taken me and my brothers under his wing over the last few years. There are only two possible punishments for the kind of crimes that William Reid did, either banishment where he is thrown out of the pack and declared an outcast, which is a death sentence, because a wolf without a pack never lives long afterwards or death at the hands of Alpha or somebody I chose, since all of the crimes were committed against me and my brothers and my siblings were way too young to have an opinion or even be involved in his punishment."

"Harsh," Hotch commented.

"But necessary," Reid said. "Young werewolf pups need a lot of time, love and attention to grow up to be responsible adults so that they don't betray the secret, a lot like human children come to think of it. Most werewolf pups don't have my maturity at such a young age like I did."

"Just like human children," Hotch said and Reid nodded.

"Unlike human children though most werewolf pups are loved while they are taught to be good people and are given responsibilities according to their age. I'm not saying that werewolf packs don't occasionally get a pup that turns out to be a serial killer either because their mate refuse to accept them or just because they've had a psychic break like a human can, but for the most part werewolves packs have a much lower percentage of crime then the human race."

"So you decided to have him thrown out of the pack," Hotch said remembering that William Reid hadn't committed suicide until three years later.

"Well, the Alpha made the final decision and could've gone against what I requested, although in my case that didn't happen. Before he was thrown out of the pack he was made to turn over all his assets to his children and it was to be put into a trust fund for me and my brothers until we reached 18. Enough of it was left in a checking account for Shannon to be able to get money out when needed in order take care of us until we were grown."

"How did Keenan convince him to do that?" asked Hotch in surprise.

"Well, he didn't want to and in fact he called me an abomination even with Keenan standing right there and to do that he must've gone at least temporarily insane. He started to rant and that I was an abomination and unnatural, although how he could say that considering he was a werewolf as well I didn't know, not then anyway."

"I don't believe he meant that you were unnatural because you were a werewolf like he was," Hotch suggested trying to hold onto his temper, which wasn't the easiest thing to accomplish since he felt very protective of Reid and had since the moment they had met in his office over a year ago. Ever since they'd had sex though and the bond between them had activated that protectiveness had risen up several notches and the wolf, in his chest although not literal in this case, demanded that he get vengeance and didn't seem to care that the man was dead. The wolf inside him that was figurative in his case and just went along with his Alpha personality wanted to go dig up William Reid's grave, bring him back to life, only to kill him in the most horrible of ways all over again. The wolf inside him wanted to torture William Reid for days, but finally Hotch got control of that part a him.

"I know that now," Reid said, "but back then nobody would explain what dad meant when he called me unnatural. I understood what abomination meant, but not unnatural at least not used in that context. To say that Keenan was pissed would be like saying water is wet. Keenan managed to get control his temper with a great deal of effort, although I know that he nearly killed dad right then and there, but once he had his temper under control, he told my father in his Alpha's voice that he would be turning over his money to me and my siblings as he was the one that had left his family for no real reason and that he had known the consequences of his actions before he had done it. Keenan told him that it wasn't my mother's fault that she was so sick and that I had done nothing to make him resent and even hate me. He said that I was only a child that deserved to be loved as did my brothers. I remember Keenan yelling and telling dad that I was only 10 for godsakes and what was wrong with him that he could resent his 10-year-old son? He also told my father that it didn't really matter that I wasn't like him and in this case it was a good thing since he didn't want me too end up with a family of my own someday and leave them for no good reason, like he had. Keenan and then ordered my father again to turn over his money to his family. Dad tried to fight the command again, but it was useless, especially when Keenan added a glare that was so aggressive and commanding that my father could not resist as he was only a Beta after all and not even a very weak Alpha."

"So, I assume that Keenan already had the papers all ready for your father to sign," Hotch said thinking it out logically. If he had been in Keenan's position that's what he would've done so that William Reid wouldn't've had a chance to run.

"He did," Spencer said smiling as he remembered. "He also had some additional papers that said basically that all his money went to his family when he died, as Keenan knew that it wouldn't be more than five years at the most before dad committed suicide, because as I've said on several occasions already a wolf without a pack..."

"But you don't have a pack," Hotch said, "at least not close by anyway."

"Actually, me and my brothers are members of the local pack and you will be to since you are my mate. Keenan was really nice when I went back to Las Vegas for a few days before I started my job at the BAU, just to visit the pack and I happened to mention to him I was moving to the Washington/Virginia area for work and he gave me the name of the local pack leader as well as his telephone number."

"After me and my brothers had settled in we went to visit the local pack after I made an appointment and all of us were accepted after a short interview. Of course, in our case it was a mere formality for Keenan had vouched us before we ever arrived."

"Well," Hotch said smiling now, "It sounds like I'm going to enjoy meeting this Keenan, hopefully, sometime soon."

"You two will get along splendidly, as he's a lot like you actually, not so much in looks but in personality," Reid said, as he thought about that, "just so long as you remember not to question his authority. I'll teach you how to act if you want to learn before we go visit the local pack and then maybe in a few weeks we can take some vacation days and go to Las Vegas and meet my childhood pack."

"Alright," Hotch said knowing that Reid was the expert when it came too how to act around werewolves since he had been taught everything he needed to know as a child.

"There aren't very many rules that you will need to remember at least not for a short visit," Reid promised him. "Now if we were actually going to live with a werewolf pack it would be different."

"So your father is a werewolf, but you never said if your mother is to," said Hotch.

"No, my mother is human, and as far as I know a werewolf can't get schizophrenia as our being only partly human protects our species from a lot of things that human beings can get. Not everything of course, but they are some a diseases that we, as werewolves just pass us by even if one of our parents is human and they have it. I'll never be sick with the common cold for example or anything similar. I can break a bone, but they heal really fast within a few days or a week at most. The only problem with breaking a bone though is that I have to have a cast put on and keep it on for the full length of time until the doctor removes it, just so no one suspects that I'm not completely human because I heal so fast. We are dreadfully hard to kill, although just like in the movies silver is deadly to us. When you come to my place you will not see anything made out of silver, not one item. I don't even buy anything silver plated. So what are we going to do about work?" Reid asked finally after having fallen silent for a few minutes seeming to be lost in his thoughts.

"Act professionally on the job, and hopefully, keep our relationship private at least for the time being," Hotch said and Reid nodded.

"That will work, at least temporarily, but I know you realize that the team will eventually figure out that there something going on between us," Reid said.

"I don't care what the team thinks, although they should all accept us, after they know that it wasn't forced on either of our parts. We all see too many things in our jobs to be judgmental about something as innocent is liking your own sex. I believe that Gideon will be the biggest obstacle to our relationship as I said earlier."

"Yes, I have to agree, Gideon will be the strongest voice against our relationship if he ever finds out about it," Reid said. "Of course, I believe that Morgan will be a close second since he is very protective of me. The others though should accept it without any trouble. Whatever we do decide to tell them can't have anything to do with werewolves because even though I love them like family one of our strongest laws is about revealing ourselves to humans, unless they're your True Mate or you marry one, even if they aren't your True Mate like my father did."

"So your mother wasn't really his soulmate," Hotch said and Reid shook his head.

"If she had been he never would've been able to leave her like he did and he would have loved any pups she had even if they didn't turn out like he expected them to. I'm not saying he didn't love my mother in his own way, just not enough to deal with the schizophrenia when it began to develop."

"I don't believe that your father loved your mother at all, because instead of trying to stick things out, he simply walked out the door and never returned," Hotch said. "He lusted after her certainly, but loved her? Not really."

"As a very young child I truly believed that my parents loved each other as they were always showing each other affection, but I believe you're right and he might have lusted after her, but not really loved her, although I truly believe that my mother did love him."

"Probably," Hotch said. "I do know one thing though and that's your mother might have loved your father, and she does love you and your brothers more, despite her illness."

"You know as much time as the team is gone out of town and are in some hotel I don't know how I'm going to sleep now without you there beside me. There's no way we'll be able to share a room since we never have before in the last year at least not without making the team suspicious," Reid said.

"That's true," Hotch said not looking forward to sleeping alone, so much now that he and Reid were together. "Once the team knows about our relationship they'll understand about us not wanting to sleep separately, except for Gideon and possibly Morgan. Believe me, I'm not looking forward to sleeping alone either, but it's the way it has to be at least for the moment."

"I would like you to move in with me and share my life completely," Reid blurted out.

"I would like that," Hotch told him softly as he kissed the top of the younger man's head. "What about your brothers though?"

"They'll be happy for both of us, because as I said they've been urging me to say something to you for the couple of months, which only got more intense after the cookout a few weeks ago. Besides, they won't be living with me much longer as they've already gotten scholarships for good colleges in different states, all except for Brock of course, as he refuses to go anywhere except where Blanche goes and I can't really blame him for that."

"Why does Brock want to go to the same college as the girl he rescued?" asked Hotch genuinely confused which was an unusual event.

Spencer smirked, as he thought about the relationship that had been progressing at a rapid pace ever since the cookout where Brock and Blanche had officially gotten together as a couple.

"The reason that Brock stepped up to help Blanche with those bullies, over a month ago now, even though that's very unlike him normally, is because that she is his mate just like you are mine."

Hotch stared at Spencer in shock for a few seconds blinking rapidly as he absorbed that information and then started to chuckle, Spencer joining him a few seconds later.

"Yes, it really is pretty amusing," Spencer admitted with another chuckle, "although I'm definitely not going to let Brock see how funny I think it is as he would be offended. I am very happy for them both, but I never expected one of my brothers to find their mate only a year or so apart from me or for both of them to be human instead of at least one of them being a werewolf really is amazing."

"So it isn't all that common for werewolves to have mates who are human then?" asked Hotch curiously

"It isn't uncommon if that's what you're implying, I just meant that for two werewolves in the same family to have found their mates within months of each other and for both of them to be human is."

Hotch absorbed that, then nodded.

"In any case, Blanche has yet to decide on where she's going to college and when she does Brock intends to attend the same one and the two of them are even intending to share an apartment together. I can't really blame Brock for not wanting to be separated from Blanche for the four or five years it would take to get their degrees, and in fact really it is an impossible proposition because you know that for a werewolf to be separated from their mate for any length of time is nearly impossible as you worry about their safety, if they are happy and the like. Brock would be so distracted worrying about Blanche that he wouldn't be able to concentrate in his classes so it is just better that the two attend college together."

"So it is part of the True Mate bond to be very protective," Hotch summarized.

"Especially since Brock hasn't yet told Blanche what he is and the bond has not yet been accepted, but then they've only been dating for a month after all and didn't know each other at all until he rescued her from those bullies. So you said before we went off on a tangent that you would love to move in with me?" asked Reid changing the subject.

"I did, as I would like to spend as much time with you as possible outside the job," Hotch answered immediately. "We will, of course, have to act professionally at work, which shouldn't be a problem for either of us, but outside that arena I want to spend as much time with you and your brothers as possible."

"Good, I wasn't looking forward to us being separated anymore then we have to be or of us arranging rendezvouses at your place or mine as that would have gotten rather tedious after awhile as would sneaking around behind the team's backs. Also I know you can take care of yourself, but I'm still going to worry about you, see if I don't, although I'll worry a little less now that the bond has been accepted."

"Why?" asked Hotch.

Reid didn't need to ask what Hotch meant with that simple question and so said, "Because I'll be able to feel your emotions over the bond, well just so long as we are in the same city and if you are in danger I'll be able to tell just from the emotions you are feeling. I know we have dangerous jobs and I understand that, but I worried about you incessantly when you were out in the field even if I didn't let it show on my face or in my body language and always mentally relaxed when you reappeared at the police station unharmed. I'll be able to relax a lot more now that I will be able to tell what you are feeling from a distance."

"So they are certain the advantages to accepting a werewolf's soulmate bond," Hotch said

"Oh, yes, numerous ones," Reid agreed.

"I am assuming that since I am human I will not be able to feel your emotions," Hotch said and Reid shook his head.

"I'm afraid not, but there is a way to change that," Reid said.

"How?" asked Hotch in surprise.

"Well, I was going to bring this up with you at a later date, but since you asked I'll give you a, answer now. It is possible to turn a human into a werewolf, although I've heard the process is very painful. If I was to turn you into a werewolf, you would be able feel my emotions as well as other numerous advantages. Some human mates decide to stay as they are, even though they are given the option which is perfectly acceptable, while others choose to go through the process."

Hotch was surprised at Spencer's calm answer, although he knew he shouldn't have been because the younger man had grown within the pack and so to him what he was saying was commonplace and was probably something he had been taught before he headed off to college.

"I'll consider it," Hotch said and Spencer nodded.

"You do that, and you can tell me what you decide when you have figured it out, as either way is fine with me. There are numerous advantages to being turned into a werewolf, and I'll tell you what they are later, but right now I'm ready for you to fuck me senseless and then for me to do the same to you."
Hotch immediately looked eager and the two of them shelved the discussion for a later date and got back to what they have been doing a couple of hours ago.

~~~Spencer and Aaron~~~