CMWW Ch 4

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Massively unbetaed. Bit of a rush job to get it out. It's 12:15 in the morning where I am. I had study I urgently needed to do. So I wrote this :D

I want to finish this and that other fic I'm working on so I can focus on my OTHER CM fanfic you can check it out of you want. It's called Criminal Minds Criminals. 'Tis also Hotch/Reid, if you're interested.

Here be smut::

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Reid didn't know which direction he was running in. He didn't care. He needed to sink into a body of water, let the chill of the liquid steal the heat from his body. He might have been running deeper into the forest, but he wasn't with it enough to care. He certainly didn't have the presence of mind to figure out which direction he *should* have been running. He'd had a plan- get back to the car. If the keys were still there, drive away. If they weren't, get to a nearby house and bang on the door until someone let him in.

That had been the plan but now he was stumbling and disorientated. His lungs hurt from the breath bellowing in and out of them. His mind was a mess. He had to run, and fight. But somewhere in his limbs there came a cooing feeling as if his body was saying, 'Stop. Let him catch you.'

Reid groaned in frustration, almost tripping over the root of a tree. Hotch was nearby- he could feel him. He was there, a shadow at the corner of his vision. Somehow Reid got the impression Hotch wasn't putting in that much effort to catch him. Rather, he was playing with his food like a cat with a mouse. Hotch was going to catch him. That was a definite. And the only reason Reid was running was because Hotch was enjoying him struggle.

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Hotch barely had to jog; a quick stride, one hand keeping his unzipped pants up, kept him at pace with Reid, following his progress on a parallel path several yards to the side. He didn't even try to hide his figure more than that, watching Reid's eyes turn glassy. The boy was basically shuffling by the time Hotch took pity on him and ended their game. The boy had an erection, something he would occasionally lean down and grope at as if trying to wish it away. He may not have even been aware of it. Watching him touch himself without realising that was what he was doing was surprisingly erotic. Reid was breathing more heavily than the light exercise required and he was sweating, pheromones pouring off of him, making his skin glisten in light the werewolf's senses could more easily pick up here in this dark forest.

This really wasn't fair. Hotch's wolf enhanced his body, in more ways than one, and it was going to be oh so fascinating to watch Reid struggle with his knot... but at the moment, with his hearing, smell, sight better than the average human while the aphrodisiac from his sperm made Reid's limbs heavy and glazed over his sight and hearing, it was like shooting a fish in a barrel.

Hotch quickened his pace, striding forward diagonally to intercept the boy when Reid suddenly fell to his knees. Spencer keened and leant forward, face pressed to the coolness of the ground, leaving his ass in the air, fabric of his pants stretching like a second skin over his body. Hotch's body flushed with heat in primitive instinct as the boy presented himself in such a way. For mating. Reid wriggled, thrusting shallowly as the chemicals worked through his system. He was panting like he'd run a marathon, basically begging with his body to be *taken*. Fucked, taken, mated, owned.

God, the alpha wanted him. Enough playing around. Fucking. Now. As Hotch strode forward, cracking a stick underfoot, Reid's head shot up. His eyes widened slightly and he struggled to his feet. Hotch kept walking quickly and caught up to him in only a metre, grabbing him around the waist and throwing him back down to the ground, getting more dirt on the boy's skin and in his hair.

Hotch liked it. This way he'd smell like nature and Hotch rather than his soap, the others or air-conditioned air.

Hotch pushed the thinner male onto his back, Reid moaning nonsensically. Hotch straddled him, leaning down to brush their crotches over each other as if their dicks were nuzzling through their pants and underwear. His open zipper scratched pleasantly. Hotch leant back, getting one hand with his sharpened nails and slashing Reid's pants open over the crotch, careful to avoid nicking anything important. Or as careful as he could be with his blood rushing through him like it was made of lava.

Reid made a shocked-frightened-gasp. His arms remained on the ground, wrists near his shoulders, as if he didn't have the energy to move them.

"Oh, you're gorgeous," Hotch found himself muttering. Wide, glazed eyes watched his every move as Hotch pushed his pants and underwear down as far as possible while straddling his boy, getting his cock out.

Reid whimpered as Hotch shuffled forward, rearranging their bodies, uncaring when Reid winced in pain when he knelt on his shoulder, to make it so Hotch's knees sat beside Reid's ears. Reid's shoulders rested against the alpha's calves, Reid's arms curling up from his body, absently stroking over Hotch's clothed calf. "Sir?"

Oh, that was it. "Pity you're a man," Hoch said. "You'd make such a good mother to my pups. It's okay," cooed Hotch. "Shush, baby. I can still make you my bitch."

Reid looked up at him, maintaining eye contact even as Hotch worked a hand beneath Reid's neck and angled his head upwards, having to support his head to keep it there.

"Open your mouth."

"Why?" murmured Reid.

Hotch bared his teeth. His second hand left from angling his cock at that Cupid's bow crease to toughly stroke over Reid's face. Reid's eyes rolled back at the sensation, the cum from earlier having done its job. Adaptive little biological quirk that it was. It wasn't typically this potent, which was something to investigate later. Hotch pinched Reid' lower lip who swallowed, tongue coming out to prod at and explore Hotch's fingers.

"Open your fucking mouth!" Hotch ordered. He used his fingers to spread Reid's lips around them, pushing down on the slut's tongue and teeth. He removed his hand, gripping Reid's chin and keeping it in place as he canted his hips forward, trying to push his erection into Reid's mouth.

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Reid squirmed. He wasn't comfortable. His tongue was on fire. It felt like it would have to be amputated. He couldn't handle this much sensation. His teeth even itched. He just needed it to stop and the lethargy in his limbs to go away, taking the cloudiness in his mind with it.

He choked on principle when something slid between his lips, using his mouth to explore the foreign object. Above him, Hotch groaned and Reid felt his eyelids slide shut under their own weight. His tongue slid over the blunt rounded object, overly hot on his tongue. It was bitter and salty, like sucking on a finger but larger and the taste more intense.

Reid didn't like it, backing off with a mewl. But the hand behind his head kept him in place as the object started sliding forwards and back between his lips. He had the urge to bite down but fingers pinched his chin, keeping his jaw open and teeth away.

He focused on the slide of flesh over his over-sensitized lips, letting his tongue occasionally slide over the object, just to orientate himself when it felt like the earth was slipping out from under him. Droplets of fire burnt the back of his tongue, a sensation Reid recognised from earlier.

That was bad, he recognised. No more of that stinging sensation. His lips closed around the thick cylinder, trying to stop it the only way he could by gripping it with his lips. The cock in his mouth sped up, going faster as Reid tried to squeeze it to a stop with his lips, pushing at it with his tongue, sliding over the tip, trying to push it out through the ring of his lips.

Hotch grunted above him several times, animalistic greedy noises. His legs squeezed Reid's neck, hunching forwards, forcing his cock as far in as possible. His dick knocked the smaller hole at the back of Reid's throat, too thick to enter with Reid as tense as he was.

Liquid hit the back of Reid's throat and instinctively he swallowed. Hotch pulled back, fist working over the stalk of his dick again, the head of his cock angled to slide against the inside of Reid's cheek, pushing the slick, thin skin outwards, forcing it to bulge and shape over the end of his penis.

Hotch's hand was still moving over his dick at a furious pace and then he was coming *Again*. Three times in under roughly ten minutes. This seemed impossible to the part of Reid's mind still working. Was that physiologically possible? Not for a male. Human male, he corrected himself.

This time the splatter of semen landed on Reid's tongue. Reid rolled his tongue around slowly within his mouth, tasting the weight and heat of the Alpha's cum.

Reid swallowed and felt his throat heating up to a very noticeable level. How much cum had he swallowed? Hotch moved away, Reid frowning at the sudden cold before Hotch was wrapping his arms around the figure beneath him, as Reid squirmed helplessly. Reid swallowed again and again, trying to get the feeling to dissipate. There was a line of fire sliding down his oesophagus.

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Hotch picked him up and carried him bridal style back to the car. The navigation was easy with the powerful scenting of the wolf and his innate sense of direction.

Reid was barely aware of it, his stomach starting to feel on fire, dragging his nails over it as if he could scratch his insides. He whimpered pathetically. Hotch ignored him. It would pass. It was much more important to get him back to their den for when the next stage happened and their boy was ready to be bred. Familiar territory. To take. Make their boy *their* territory. Officially. In blood and sweat and tears.

Hotch had left the car running, doors unlocked. He opened the back seat and laid Reid inside. Hotch snuffled as he walked around to the driver's seat, opening the door and sliding in. His key was still there, headlights on. It was a miracle it hadn't been taken.

As he changed gears, he glared at the car that slowed down to pass them. He flicked his eyes to the rear view mirror, changing the angle to look at Reid lying over the back seat. His face was a grimace of pain as the venom made its changes. He was squirming, face down, looking almost as if he was humping the car. There was red marks and bruises from Hotch's and his own hands. He was smeared in dirt and cum.

As Hotch watched Reid's hand slid beneath his body to his crotch, shaking as he rubbed his hand over his erection through his torn pants.

Hotch drove like a madman to his own house. Reid's place was closer, but instinct told him in no uncertain terms to take him to his own house, his territory; a familiar environment where he could monitor for threats better and predict Reid's needs.

The one red light he had to stop for was like a personal affront to his person, leg jiggling like he'd taken cocaine, hands tapping and gripping alternately. His eyes kept moving to the mirror, looking over Reid's gasping from as the smell of his arousal became more aroused. Any cars looking in would have gotten quite a sight, but thankfully no-one made anything of it.

Any other time, Hotch would worry about what that said for future UnSubs; how easy it is to transport a body in the backseat. The Alpha was grateful he didn't need to tear anyone's throat out for daring to look at his boy and take precious moment away from their travel.

They were at his house in no time. Thankfully no cub nearby to worry about getting in the way. Hotch picked Reid up again, throwing him over one shoulder and striding into his house. He laid Reid down on the floor, half carpeted lounge and half tiled kitchen and waited for his eyes to open, boy jerking awake. For the signal that he was fully primed to be fucked.

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Da da da… cliffhangerrr! (sort of?/not really)

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