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 12
When Tobias returned to the hut, it was very late. The personality of Charles, after his fit of rage, had struggled to leave his mind split. He was himself again slowly.
And now he was angry with his father, as if it was not he who had knocked Reid to the blood, leaving him unconscious on the floor.
Tobias found Reid curled in a corner of the hut. He was shirtless, chest and back stabbed whiplash, but his face, curiously, seemed almost serene... peaceful.
Tobias rushed to Spencer and gently stroked his long hair in matted locks.
Reid, gradually came to himself. "Tobias...? "He murmured.
"Yes, it's me... My father is gone... My God! What did he do? I'm sorry... sorry..." He looked at the battered body of Reid dejectedly. Tobias Spencer suffered really see in this pitiful state. He removed the handcuffs, "Wait... I'll help," he murmured, taking it in his strong arms.
Reid, finally freed the hands, neck, surrounded by Tobias of his emaciated limbs. And, despite his weakness, he felt his bare skin against the body of his abductor shudder.
Tobias Reid brought to mattress and laid him gently on the sheets.
Reid did not resist.
Half naked, flat back, arms dangling, Tobias Spencer stared his eyes ... feverish identified and the fever was not caused by drugs.
Tobias, himself, was visibly struggling against internally contradictory desires. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he tied and untied his hands nervously.
A moth circling madly around the naked bulb hanging from the ceiling.
Tobias watched Spenser's dark eyes, trying to decipher his thoughts. Reid, eyes half closed, as languid seemed to doze despite the tremors that were beginning to grasp.
The shortage was being felt. His body slowly became covered with cold sweat if this characteristic of junky.
Tobias got up suddenly, "I'll get what it takes ..."
Reid knew what he was going to bring: syringe, dilaudid ... everything he needed and could give him the courage to follow through ...
Tobias sat down one edge of the mattress and adjusts the tourniquet on the arm of Reid. These gestures he had made a hundred times. It was like a ritual ...
Reid would sink, he soared, he no longer feels the pain of his injuries ...
Tobias slowly planted the needle into the skin of Reid, looking at the metal wire to penetrate the flesh, to penetrate the vein ...
Spencer felt quickly from float... and head thrown back, he breathed a moment by mouth, as if he lacked air. He gasped a few seconds before finding a rhythm of breathing less erratic.
Tobias had removed the needle, the syringe stored. He stared at Reid's arm still rested on his thigh. His heart beat a little faster. This contact was burning like a glowing metal. He remained motionless a few minutes, watching drugs destroy Reid pleasure.
Tobias wanted to approach his hand to touch him, as if this contact would give a little enjoyment that the drug caused... as if he is the ownership. He hesitated. And finally, he put out his hand and then the tips of fingers, a gesture he pushed a lock of light hair glued to his forehead by perspiration.
To contact Reid opened his eyes. He put his hand on Tobias, holding her back and a moment against his face, then he slid into his mouth and, finally, he pressed his lips against the palm of his hand.
Tobias had the impression that this carnal contact kindled in him an inextinguishable fire. He gave her a quizzical look and begging. What's in this gesture? Is that what Reid wanted the key? Is he really wanted?
Tobias was afraid to make mistakes, misinterpret. He did not want to hurt Reid. No, he would never force him. Nothing would happen if Spencer did not want.
Sitting on the bed, frozen pending, Tobias breathing fast, he was breathing hard.
Encouraged by the attitude of Spencer, Tobias seemed ready to take risks, willing to ignore its taboos... ready, finally, to surrender to the demands of his nature. The heart pounding, he suddenly withdrew his shirt soaked with sweat and dropped to the ground.
Then in one swift motion, he took the delicate wrist of Reid and brought him back on his chest. He clapped his hand firmly and kept white and delicate Spencer against his heart. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if intoxicated by this contact and the direction he gave to this gesture.
Reid looked at the athletic body that dominated: square shoulders, broad chest, hairy, Tobias was embodied masculinity and virility. He had a strong and powerful body, a body dominant.
Under his fingers, Reid could feel the heart beat Tobias wildly. The heat radiated from his body ... Spencer closed his eyes, intoxicated by the strange sensation that seized and ambiguous. Was it just the drugs that caused him the intoxication of the senses?
Tobias slowly released the grip of his hand on Reid's wrist and whispered, his breath a little short: "Is that ... Is that I can touch you? "
Reid thought back to the words of Charles terrible and threatening, he thought back to the Bible, he thought back to the split personalities of Schizophrenic and Tobias.
He thought also that embrace, in the early morning, when Tobias had hugged and he had curled up against him, nose in his neck ... the warmth of her body, the smell of her skin The sweetness of this physical contact, this intimate sensuality and ambiguous ...
Reid said he was guilty, right? Guilty, somewhere, for having sought to have wanted... maybe even desire it earnestly...
Almighty Lord, thy will be done...
One kiss me, and one kills me.
Amen...
"Is what I can touch you?" Tobias asked again with a look anguished and pleading.
For Reid, the words sounded like the ultimate hope. The carnal love and death, intimately... Then Reid parted his lips trembled and murmured shyly: "Yes ..."
A follow...