Chapter Four: After That?

Spencer sat up slowly, his wrists and ankles still tied together –Franklin had re-tightened them before he had laid down to go to sleep for the day. He looked down at the sleeping Vampire; Franklin's arms were wrapped tightly around Spencer's thin waist, his face nuzzling his hip. He bit his bottom lip to keep himself from whimpering; god, how much he wished it was Derek wrapped around him.

He felt tears brim in his eyes. He wanted to be at home, in his apartment with Derek. Right now, all he could think about was the last time he had been at Derek's house; they had been laid on the bed, kissing and rubbing against each other, like always. Derek's hands had unbuttoned his shirt and were undoing his trousers, his hand slipped under the black material and gripped hold of Spencer's hardening member before rolling on top of him, their kiss deepening and the grinding becoming more frantic. Derek's fingers moved to his entrance and Spencer had stopped moving all together.

"Derek, I-I...I can't. Not that. N-not yet." He had said in a shy and panicked voice.

Derek had removed his hand and laid back down on the bed next to him. He kissed Spencer's forehead before smiling at him. "That's okay. I can wait."

Spencer sighed as the tears rolled down his cheeks. He wished he had just let Derek continue. That way he wouldn't still be a virgin with a Vampire who kept kissing his neck and face –never his lips- and grabbing at certain areas...and he would have been claimed by Derek.

He had been tied up for the three days Franklin had had him, but the Vampire had fed him and given him water. He had asked if he could use the bath or the shower, but Franklin had looked at him with a hungry look –not actual hunger but one closer to lust and want- before he had said no. So, he was starting to smell a little funny, he hadn't taken a shower since two days before he was taken...the case he was working on had been a busy one and he hadn't had the chance to get bathed, so he was going to get one with Derek when he came to his apartment...but they never got there. His wrists were starting to hurt, the ropes had cut into his skin but strangely not enough to make him bleed...which he figured was a good thing, he didn't think Franklin was the type who could control himself. His ankles were mostly numb and he had bruises covering his arms, chest, stomach, hips and thighs...Franklin liked to cling to him while he slept and when he held him to feed him or when he was kissing and touching him.

He had been trying to build a profile in his mind for Franklin...but every time he was starting to get close to something, Franklin's behaviour changed or he would get distracted by something the Vampire was doing or talking about. That was something else Franklin did, he liked to talk to Spencer about anything and everything...as long as Spencer was looking at him while he did. There were a few constant things in the profile he was trying to build...possessiveness, paranoia, clinginess and he was always seeking for Spencer to praise him and the things he was talking about or doing.

In Spencer's opinion, it was the paranoia that was going to be the problem. Yesterday, well, while Franklin was getting into bed, getting ready to sleep for the day...he had asked if there was another man in Spencer's life. Spencer had scarcely avoided the situation by saying he worked with three other men and his father had recently come back into his life and that he visited someone he had tried to help and was still doing so in a mental hospital for criminals. Franklin had looked at him, in a way that said, "We'll continue this later.", before shutting his eyes and drifting into sleep. He knew if Franklin found out about his relationship with Derek –although it wasn't exactly what others would call a sexual relationship- things would get bad, real quickly. From how he had been treating him, Spencer knew that Franklin had convinced himself that he was in love with him...and somehow, he thought Spencer was on his way to feeling the same way.

He wanted to go home, he wanted to see his team, he wanted to hold and be held by Derek.

"What's wrong? Why're you crying?"

Spencer's head spun to the side to look down at Franklin...he was awake, but for how long? When did he wake up? He looked over to the window, and couldn't see any light shinning from the top corner under the dark curtains. It was night time. "Y-you're up. How long have you been awake?" He asked quietly, slightly nervously. He wiped at his eyes with his bound hands.

"Why are you crying?" Franklin asked again. He sat up, quickly –almost too quickly for Spencer to see-, his hands gripping the young man's waist.

"Oh, i-it's nothing."

Franklin's grip tightened, just a little too tight. "You're crying for someone. One of those men, aren't you?" He leaned closer to Spencer, a snarl leaving his lips. "If they've touched you, I'll kill them! I will, Spencer, I'll fucking kill them! And if you love them-..." He was cut off by Spencer...

Spencer needed to stop Franklin, this was getting dangerous. He closed the tiny gap between their faces and he pressed his lips lightly to the corner of the Vampire's mouth. "I-I-I was g-getting worried..."

Franklin looked at him, astonished. "Worried?"

"I-I noticed it was dark and y-you hadn't woken up y-yet. I-I thought s-something was wrong." He said quietly, saying the first thing that came to his mind...and what he knew would make Franklin forget about what he had been ranting over.

Franklin smiled; it was a happy and still shocked look. "You were worried about me?"

Spencer nodded and smiled lightly –he knew Franklin wouldn't notice it was forced...he never did. "Of course."

Franklin's smile widened and he pushed forward, knocking Spencer onto his back and his lips pressing against the young man's. His tongue slid into Spencer's mouth as he kissed him roughly and started to grind their body's together even harder.

This was bad...not only was Franklin been a little too rough, but he could feel the Vampire's hands undoing his trousers. He had to think fast. He had to get out this situation. This was bad. He was a virgin...Franklin was a Vampire...and if he didn't stop this, it was going to hurt more than it would if he did it with Derek. Derek. That was it, Derek was his way out of this...but if the team found him and Derek was with them, this could put Derek in danger. No, Derek would be okay with what he was going to do. Derek would rather he say some things to stop the Vampire raping him...and then he could have his first time with Derek. He shoved at Franklin's chest and turned his head away from the Vampire's, their mouths separating.

"What are y-!"

"I'm sorry." Spencer said quietly, tears filling his eyes again. For once, he was glad of the tears, they would have a certain type of impact on Franklin. "I-I'm sorry, Franklin." He said and looked up at the Vampire on top of him. "I-I haven't done anything like t-this before. I'm scared. I-I'm scared and I d-don't think I'm ready f-for something like t-this."

"Why are you scared? I won't hurt you!" Franklin said and cupped Spencer's face with both hands. "I've told you I won't hurt you!"

"I-I know. But it w-will hurt. A-and I'm not ready..."

"You're not ready? Why? I love you. I love you, Spencer. You know I do. And I know you feel the same!" Franklin said, his tone was somewhat pleading.

Spencer swallowed thickly; he knew he'd been right about Franklin's feelings. "I know y-you do...and I do...feel the same...but u-until recently, I was in love with someone else..."

"Who?" Franklin asked more curiously than angrily –like Spencer had thought.

"Someone I work with. We're friends...but he doesn't look at me that way."

"What's his name?"

"Morgan." If it came down to it, he would just deny that Derek wasn't the Morgan he was talking about.

"He's a fucking idiot!"

Spencer smiled softly. "Yeah, I guess so." He timidly reached his hands out and took hold of Franklin's cold hand. "Thank you."

Franklin smiled back at him and leaned forward, kissing the young man's cheek, his forehead and then his lips –it was just a quick peck before he pulled away. "I understand you're scared...but as long as you're not afraid of me, then it's okay. We'll wait until after that before we fuck." He said, grinning dirtily.

Spencer found himself blushing. "U-until after that?"

Franklin climbed off of the bed and looked at Spencer over his shoulder. "Yeah, after I turn you." He walked over to the kitchen area.

Spencer's eyes widened in panic and fear. "T-turn me?"

"Yeah, I want you with me forever, Spencer. That can't happen if you're human." Franklin came back to the bed, holding a bowl of cereal for Spencer. "I'll do it in a few days though, don't worry, it'll only hurt for a short while...then you'll be more alive than ever." He smiled.

Spencer forced the smile that appeared on his face. "W-well that's good. I-I don't handle p-pain v-very w-well."

"I know. You're so fragile, Spencer. But I love you." Franklin smiled and put a spoon full of cereal and milk to Spencer's lips.

Spencer held the tears that were screaming to escape down as he opened his mouth for Franklin to feed him. 'Derek...find me!'

"Hotch, it's been two days now since we went to see them...and we haven't heard fuck all from 'em! And we ain't getting anything from the ones we've been questioning." Derek said, he was getting more aggravated at every passing minute they didn't find Spencer.

"I know, Morgan." Was Hotch's answer.

"Well what're we gonna do about it!"

"Morgan, calm down. I was going to go alone, but...the rest of the team is getting a little frustrated with you." Hotch said, more to himself than to Derek. "I have a meeting with Eric and Godric today."

"Wait, you weren't going to tell me?-Hold on, what do y' mean they're frustrated with me?" Derek said; his voice full of anger, annoyance and disbelief. "Spen-Reid is missing-!"

"And they know that." Hotch snapped at him. "They're doing everything they can. Spencer is important to them too, to all of us...not just you. Cut them some slack; they haven't slept properly in days and they refuse to go home."

Derek sighed and slumped back in the seat. "I know." He ran a hand over his face. "I don't mean to keep getting at them..." He had snapped at everyone on the team at least once in the past few days, and shouted at Rossi twice, slammed his fist down onto a table in front of one of the girls three times, and he had even raised his voice to at least three Vampires he and Hotch had been questioning –but they had been the kind who retreated rather than confronted, Hotch had managed to calm him down slightly and sent him away, apologising to the Vampires.

"And they know that; they know you're worried about Reid. That's why they haven't argued with you...but seriously, give them a break."

"Yeah, I will." Derek said quietly. "What times the meeting?"

"Nightfall. So about four hours."

Derek nodded. He wondered if Spencer had been sleeping...if he had been allowed sleep. If he was been fed. He knew how his pretty boy got when he didn't sleep for a few days and hardly ate...the Vampire would not like his attitude. He smirked at the image of Spencer yelling in his pissed tone at the Vampire...but it faded as he realised the Vampire wouldn't be scared of his long limbed scrawny boyfriend as he was in his mind, he would be angry, lips pulled back over his fangs and his face alight with an inhuman anger. He shuddered. He looked over at Hotch. "Do you think...what do you think that thing is doing to Spencer?"

Hotch wouldn't look at Morgan. He couldn't. He now officially knew that Derek and Spencer were together –that was, unless Derek had said Spencer was his just to keep Eric away...he wasn't sure, but he didn't really think it was that-...so he couldn't bring himself to tell Morgan what he thought the Vampire was doing to Reid. "I don't know." He said lowly.

"Yeah..." Derek said, knowing his boss had theories about what was happening to his Spence.

End of Chapter 4!

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