Title: Huis clos
Author: Haldol
Translator: Shannon
Fan-Fic Of: Criminal Minds
Theme(s): Angst, Crime, Drama,
Rating: M
Warnings: Abuse, M/M, Rape
Note: I translated it to the best of my ability so you might or may mot get confused. If you do I'm very sorry!
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Chapter 5
They are the hands of Tobias on it that back again. The gentle hands of Tobias on his back... torn flesh
Reid, in a complete fog, understood not what Tobias told him. It seemed to shout against the violence of his father; He repeated that he was a monster and he detested. He also said that he would deal with Reid, to do good, treat him.
Reid mit a moment to adjust its vision and resume really aware. He had to remain unconscious long.
He heard the crackling of flames behind him in the pan. It was the only light that illuminated the dark room. The bare bulb hanging from the ceiling was not lit.
Spencer realized that he was still lying on stomach, but that underneath him, ground became soft. Sweet even.
"I brought a plaid and a mattress..." confirmed Tobias. "In your State, you can't stay on this chair."
The glow of the fire, Reid sighted greyish stripes of the ticking. The canvas of the mattress was theory, grimy... Plaid, small and removes, was torn in half. But still, Reid appreciated the progress in his position. He was now able to sleep reclining, wrapped in this, and no longer chained to this atrocious seat.
He felt the smell compresses soaked by Tobias flagellate back drug. He frissonna in contact with cotton on bleeding wounds. He could not repress small moans of pain.
"I'm sorry..." said Tobias continuing his care.
"I know..." managed to whisper Spencer, between two jaws tensions. Tobias hands him were poorly while him making good... What is called 'exquisite pain'.
"Shh…. Shh… " the comforting voice of Tobias sought to calm him: "In a day or two, you go better..." It will heal quickly with it... I'm here... It will go..."
Tobias left drag his hands on the sides of the body lean Reid and white. He could feel the coasts of Spencer overhang or project under his fingers. He gave slowly and delicately restorative cream, with careful and thoughtful gestures.
After beating violence, Reid appreciated that these fists, who had just hit him, know regaining its hands who care, protective and caring. He liked to feel hot Tobias on his bruised skin and large palms... feel that his body could receive anything other than the whip or the syringe.
Reid, face half sunk into the dirty mattresses, mouth ajar, left a long sigh of well-being.
Sat near him on the mattress, Tobias him watched silently, watching his own hands. It examined the lesser of its reactions, religiously listening his breathing, feeling under her fingers her body uncontrolled earthquakes.
Then he left his hand to derive and slowly down the arm of Reid, like a caress. He stopped his gesture in the hollow of the elbow, rubbing gently from his bleeding of the arm, thumb to overhang the vein or project. He then wiped cream oily hands on his own thighs, smearing grease his dark pants.
Then he sought something in his black sweet-shirt pocket. He released two vials and syringe.
"Yes, okay..." repeated, while Reid obediently tended his arm for injection claimed his body.
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