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!
Camera
Chapter 7
Tobias had left Reid lying on a layer during less than a quarter of an hour; then he was back with a bucket of water, a pitcher in metal, clean towels, sponge and soap.
Reid, meanwhile, it was calm. The crisis of nervelessness has passed. Apathetic and prostrate, waiting, worried about the return of Tabias.
Tobias filed cases that he had made, water heated on the stove, and then he helped Reid to get up. Settled him on the chair for a long time, had been the chair of torture.
"Here... here...". Tobias looked satisfied. He looks instantly at Reid in the eye, and a hint of threat in the voice, he whispered, designating the handcuffs: "I'll remove them... time I wash you... But if you try you flee, you will regret it..."
Reid had wanted to tell him that he was incapable of putting one foot before the other alone, then escape within the fanciful utopia. But it content to nod, as a sign of approval.
"Property" was satisfied Tobias. And with the key that he always retained on him, he defeated barriers that retained the hands of Reid. His arms were so low they slid off the length of its body.
Tobias then seizes a bathroom sponge dipped in bubbly water bucket; then he took his hands the arm end and bruised Reid.
Did warm water over her body so slightly shaking. Caress soap and sponge on her skin was so pleasant... And it felt so good. Tobias actions were so sweet, so thoughtful.
Spencer closed his eyes, is letting go.
He felt soft sponge navigate across its skin: first, arms and face and hair. Tobias fingers slid off between blondes buckles, massaging the scalp, neck... It was as if he pontificated.
Reid, in soapy water seemed to relive... His breathing was slow, subsided. Mouth open, eyes closed, it was obediently manipulate.
Tobias hands... These hands sometimes bump, sometimes relieve...
Tobias then unlatched the pitcher clear water to rinse hair Spencer; liquid ruissela up to the basin posed on the ground.
Reid then felt soft towel dry gently strands of his hair wet. The spongy absorbed with a certain pleasure drops of water shining on his shoulders.
"Turn yourself forward..." wispers Tobias. "Slowly..." He cleaned his back, blood grub left under the friction of the sponge; the skin was healed.
Head resting on his knees, Reid could have been asleep feeling the towel drying.
Tobias then slid his hands under his armpits and helped him to be rappuyer against the record of the Chair.
Rejected back head, Reid dropped completely in the care of his abductor.
Tobias was kneeling by his prisoner; He widespread soapy water on his chest, sides, his belly... then, by circular movements, clean dirt, stroking the skin... The water was deliciously warm the air in the cabin was fresh. Reid frissonna; Tobias looked the reactions of this brittle and broken body he dominated... that dominated it totally...
He gently wiped his torso Reid, and then he put the towel near to him. "I'll change water …." Tobias said "for the more..."
More? Reid looked away surcingle belly, not knowing whether he feared or waiting what would happen
o o o o o
When Tobias returned with freshly pulse water, he was also wearing a new towel and linens. Mit water heated on the stove, then slowly he lowered up to kneel before the chair on which Reid was sitting.
He advanced his hands to the size of Spencer and went to undo his pants buttons one by one. The young man left the do not respond. The envy of hot water, clean and SOAP was stronger than anything. And he knew that it was unnecessary to resist. It was more entitled to desire, no dignity. Tobias commanded, Tobias decided. Everything.
"Raise your hands" Reid was executed and left the hands of Tobias drag along his hips, then his thighs removing a slow gesture underwear and pants.
Spencer deflected the gaze and left his eyes set on the dancing flames in the stove.
His body was now fully naked and exposed, stripped of any parcel of intimacy. It was psychologically unbearable.
But Reid, docile and submissive left still Tobias wash entirely. He had more pride, more self-esteem, nothing. It belonged entirely to Tobias; He could do to him whatever he wants.
Sponge slipped without modesty on his legs on his thighs on his gender... Reid was trying not to think. And despite the shame he needed this sensation of purification, the smell of cleanliness...
It was just a reprieve... a whole little respite before any other lashes, other shots of fists, other injections, other forms of violence...
When Tobias had finished wipe, it helped him donning removes pajama pants and an old T-shirt he had brought. The clothes had to belong to Tobias himself, when he was a teenager; they were old, indefinable color, but they were clean and smelled good the softener.
"Your clothes...I had to throw them out..." explained Tobias. Shirt, had torn into pieces. The trousers were fatal, as it had soaked dried blood and grime to the frame. The trash was the only solution. And anyway, a cotton pajamas was more suited to the situation, Reid permanently.
Tobias attached Reid cuffs with handcuffs and the left a moment on the chair. Then he took a linen had brought. Reid found happily that it was a sheet. A clean cloth. Tobias expanded it on the mattress laid on the ground, rose above the little plaid torn in coverage, and invited Spencer to come to bed.
Reid had any difficulties in the world to get up from his chair and Tobias had to help him move up to this layer of fortune.
"This is... better, isn't it?" whispered Tobias.
Reid agreed a movement of head, him looking shyly.
In its large lost eyes, Tobias was able to read any recognition that Spencer had with emotion. He felt disturbed by this link which was woven enter them, this intimate connection of the victim and executioner, this strange and ambiguous relationship between two people locked away for weeks in this suffocating camera.
Tobias came out somewhat dazed, confused ideas and swung the door locks behind him carefully.
And Reid, lying on its layer wondered how it was paying the hands of the father, blessings that the son had for him.
A follow...