Pulling
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"Floyd!" Reid's voice came out a big higher than he would have liked. He went to move forward but was held back by his waistband by Aaron.
"Don't touch me. Go away and leave me alone. Both of you – just fuck off."
"Floyd – let me help you." Reid started to slap Aaron's hand away.
Flanders pulled himself up onto his hands and knees and turned to look at Reid. "Go home boy. Leave me alone. I am tired of you and your whimpering and crying. Just piss off and leave me." His voice was a low snarl.
"Flanders, we know you are hurting. Let us help." Hotch didn't sound as sure of this as his words.
Reid was nodding vigorously. "I have some pills. Take a few. They will help with the pain."
Floyd started to pull his blood drenched jeans back on. "Your pills. The ones you take down in the laundry so you can just lay there and get kicked? The ones which put you virtually comatose because you are a stupid pathetic child who can't resist the lure of a little white pill? Those pills? You expect me to want to be like you?" He was now pulling on his boots. "Well thank you for the offer freak – but I would sooner die than be like you." He stood up.
Reid got shakily to his feet and threw the ring down on the ground at Floyds feet. "Your blood on there. I thought you were dead."
Floyd bent and picked it up. "Could've been anyone's. That thing out there.." Pointing back the way he had been thrown from. "It plays games."
"I could taste it was you. So screw you Floyd." Reid turned and started to walk slowly away.
"You think this was my fault?" Shouting at Reid's back.
Not turning to look back. "I know it is your fault. I can see you are in pain, but Floyd it was your choice. No one told you to do it."
Floyd started to move fast now and was past Hotch before he could stop him. Floyd grabbed Reid by the shoulder and pulled him around to face. "Don't you walk away from me. I went through all of that to save your life your ungrateful little……."
Reid put his face up close to Floyd. Noses almost touching. "I would rather be dead than to spend another day in your company. Now you go back to your little friend and play your twisted games. I want no part of it, and I want no part of you."
"Too late! You are already part of me you stupid bit of filth." Spitting his words back as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Enough. Both of you." A voice of authority. "What happened we cannot change what we need to do now is work calmly as a team and get out of this place as quickly as possible. I don't want to be here any more than either of you do and I don't want my chances of getting out alive diminished because you two are bitching."
Reid took a step back and looked over at Hotch and then back at Floyd. "Part of you?" and a small insane sounding giggle. "Never!" Looking back at Hotch's stunned face. "And you Hotchner can stop interfering in my life." He turned again and started to walk away.
Floyd felt the hand tighten on his shoulder and smirked inwardly.
He turned slowly and looked at Aaron. "We should follow at a distance." He put a hand on Hotch's back and gently started to guide him forwards.
Aaron shook his head and looked at Flanders. "You said to leave you."
The inward smirk fell away to be replaced by irritation. So much will power. So close to bending. "Well I am a fickle character Agent Aaron Hotchner and I like to watch his arse. He has a lovely walk – don't you think?"
Hotch felt his eyes drawn to Reid's retreating form. The way he walked with his elbows held in. The way his hips moved. The way his hair…..He turned back to Flanders and frowned. Something was going on. Something just wasn't right, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
Hotch's head felt foggy and he was finding it hard to concentrate. He looked at Floyd again and then started to follow Reid.
Spencer was walking slowly. Gradually the barrier the pain killers had given him was dropping away and again he could feel the places inside and out where something had torn and abused him. Small tears of anger were beginning to build up behind his eyes. All he wanted to do now was to go home and lock himself away from everything and everyone and never have to show his face again. He wanted to slide into oblivion and be free from this person who had been tormenting him since he was a child.
He knew they were walking behind him. Talking – touching each other. He could smell them. He could smell the cloying scent of Floyd and the heady smell of Hotch. Spencer stopped and closed his eyes. The need to turn and go back was almost too much. The need to feel Hotch holding him safely and to feel Floyds fists. It sent a shiver down his spine. It would have to wait. Maybe he was being too hasty in his decision to cut himself off from these two men…. No one man and one monster.
The two had stopped walking. He turned around to look at them and saw Floyd bent over and Hotch standing with a hand on his back talking quietly to him. What the hell was going on? What was Hotch doing talking to Floyd – getting close to Floyd. Flanders was his and right now he didn't much feel like sharing.
"Nice." He spat out.
Hotch looked up. "He has a nose bleed."
"And pawing my lover will stop it from bleeding?"
And the internal smirk returned. "Come show him how to stop it for me Spence."
Reid walked back over to Floyd and pushed Aaron out of the way. "Head up and back." He looked at Hotch. "Yes I realise that is not the normal way to do it so you can't stop looking at me like that." Looking back at Floyd. "Pinch the bridge of his nose. Somehow it stops it quite quickly."
Spencer waited for a few minutes watching Hotch out of the corner of his eye. Waiting for him to do something. Oh he knew Hotch would do something. He could sense it. Almost smell it. The deceit and he didn't want him claiming something which was him. Reid took Floyd by the hand and put his fingers up to his mouth. He watched Hotch watching him as he kissed each finger in turn.
"So are we going?"
Hotch was totally confused by Spencer's actions. He had never seen him act like this. Swinging from insane notions back to almost normal at the toss of a coin. He looked at Floyd and then back to Spencer. He had seen Floyd acting like it though. He was now worried for Spencer's sanity. He knew for sure that Flanders had some sort of mental illness and he knew Spencer always feared for his mental health. Maybe he was cracking under the strain of everything. Who wouldn't? He looked at Floyd who was looking at Reid with lust filled eyes.
Floyd wiped the blood from under his nose and grinned at Hotch. "I think we are ready to go. We all got that out of our systems now?"
Aaron said nothing but watched from Reid to Floyd and back again trying to work out what was going on and why he was suddenly not liking the way Reid was touching Flanders the way he was. He stood and watched Reid put his hand to Floyds face and push his hair back and behind his ears. He stood as his stomach clenched and watch Reid move in close and kiss Floyd gently on the mouth. He watched with a growing anger as he said a quiet "Sorry hun." And then watched in genuine surprise as he moved in and pushed Spencer out of the way.
Reid took a few steps back and looked at Hotch with a frown. "Stop pushing me around Aaron."
"Stop flirting like a little school girl." Hotch didn't even try to disguise the anger in his voice.
'Game set and match!'
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Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it: -Lord Byron
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