Chapter 24

There

Then

Two hours later Spencer landed on his bed roll. He felt miserable. Not only was his body aching and sore from the beating but his genital were hypersensitive from overstimulation and his entire groin was swollen from over congestion. He felt like he'd been kicked down there, and often. Worse than when Hotch kicked him over and over on that case so long ago. Possibly even worse than when he'd been kicked in high school.

"Go take a shower and whack off." Jack said. "You'll feel better."

"Want an ice pack for your jaw?" Alice asked.

"No. Give it to Mikey. Go." Jack nudged Spencer with his toe.

"No." Spencer replied with a groan.

"Why the hell not?"

"Epididymal hypertension will resolve on its own. I refuse to compromise my values for an Unsub."

"It's your johnson." Jack said. He moved off to check the others.

Spencer felt someone drop down beside him. "Compromise your values?" Alice asked.

He managed a chuckle. Maybe if he didn't move... "My mother is a professor of Medieval literature. She raised me on stories of knights and ladies and chivalry."

"Saving that for your lady fair?"

Spencer felt himself blush. "Trying to, anyway."

Alice was quiet a long moment. "That's actually really romantic." She said, "Better than my reason."

"What's your reason?"

She was quiet a long moment more, then Spencer felt her moving away. "Go take your shower."

BAU Headquarters
Quantico, VA

Spencer

"Did she ever say what she was waiting for?"

Spencer blinked. He hadn't intended to discuss something so personal, he'd just been lost in his memories and reciting. But he knew Kate would only include what the FBI needed to know. "After the accident she had to have a simple mastectomy on her left breast." He said. "She was waiting for someone who loved her enough to not care."

"Do you care?"

"Not in the slightest."

"Awww." She smiled but then turned back to the topic. "How did you cope with all of it?" Kate asked.

This was one of the questions Spencer had not been looking forward to. "Hypnosis."

"Okay." Kate was skeptical.

"I knew depersonalization, a sensation of being outside your body, was going to be an issue so I went with it. With Alice's help I used a mild hypnotic trance to exaggerate the effect. After that I didn't really feel anything anymore. Most of the time."

"Most of the time?"

"The next day they figured out that Alice and I were more or less sharing a bed, and decided that the...the piercing was in order."

"You need to have that cleaned." Alice said.

The night before they had pierced Spencer's cock...language was distancing, he thought...and used the piercing to wrap it in a metal cage which locked in place. Their stated goal was to prevent him from having unauthorized sex with anyone, especially Alice. He had to assume there was just enough of an open space to change whatever bandages were down there. He couldn't see and had no desire to touch anything. It didn't even feel like it belonged to him anymore. "I'm trying not to think about that." He admitted. He was also trying not to think about what the team would say, or that it had been the better part of a week and he was still there.

"Do you want an infection?"

"Not particularly."

"Come on." She helped him to his feet and to the bathroom. "Salt water soak first. Fifteen minutes." She handed him a cup that would likely work, and he heard her step out.

Soaking his covered penis was the easy part. After what he assumed were the fifteen minutes were up he heard her come back. "Now what?"

"Now we have to get the dried blood and discharge off." He saw her dark shape come and kneel in front of him and then she reached down and touched him.

Over the past few days in the dungeon he had been introduced not only to what it felt like to be beaten with various instruments (not as bad as you would think) but also to receiving oral, which he had to admit was a remarkably interesting sensation. The problem was that once the stimulation ended so did the resulting erection, much to the consternation of his tormentors. The moment they stopped distracting him with intense sensation he started thinking of what was going on and why and any desire or arousal quickly dissipated.

But now a woman was going to touch his penis.

A woman, one with gentle, warm hands and a soft voice. One who smelled soft and a little spicy as she slept. A woman, with the soft curves of a woman, and the long hair, and a kind, gentle nature. A woman who...

She very gently touched the metal cage and lifted him up.

It wasn't a pinpoint, localized sensation like it was with men. This time the heat flooded his entire body, and he quickly hit the kind of erection that even he knew wasn't going anywhere for a while, completely filling that cage and making his head bulge out the openings in an uncomfortable way. "Sorry." He managed to gasp out. That all hit him so hard, all the things she could do, they could do. Her body would be warm...

"Um, maybe I should be the one who's sorry." He could hear the embarrassment in her voice. "Never had that happen before."

"Never had what happen before? Oh hello." He head Jack's voice, saw the dark shape at the doorway. "I suck you off for two whole hours I can't get half that. And she, what, looked at you?"

He was teasing. "I keep telling you people I'm straight." Spencer replied.

"Obviously. Do you want me to help instead? That thing looks tight."

"It is but it's too late now." Spencer said. Jack started chuckling at that. "Besides, I, um..."

"Might as well enjoy what you can?" Jack might still be teasing, hard to tell. "Have fun kiddos." With that his shape disappeared.

"I was going to say I'm still deciding if I have a positive or negative attachment to men going." Spencer said. "Or at least to male touch. I'd rather not mix the two."

"Understandable." He felt her start to gently wipe something damp and a little rough around the most painful places.

"What is that?" He couldn't decide if it felt amazing or painful. Mostly both.

"Cotton swab soaked in salt water. Just to clean this off."

After a long moment when he was acutely aware that there was only a thin layer of metal between his skin and her touch he quietly admitted. "Jack was right."

"Was he?"

"Yes." He had to admit, he was enjoying the gentle attention. "When we get back, may I...I don't know, take you out to dinner or something?"

She laughed a little at that. "Yes, you may." After a long moment when she switched to the other side. "Actually I could arrange for you do quite a bit more if you liked."

"Oh?" Was she...flirting with him? "Arrange?"

"I don't do that myself, remember? Not that I wouldn't...I have people I love and trust that could help with that sort of thing."

"You wouldn't...?"

"You can tell a lot about someone by how they act under pressure. You're quite a remarkable man Dr. Reid. But I don't think you would be interested in me. Physically."

"And you are quite a remarkable woman." Yes, he could think about sex at a time like this. Because what was happening in the dungeon was not sex and the body he inhabited was feeling less and less like his body. But if he landed in bed with this woman it would be sex, and it would be his body she was right about looking forward to that. "Why do you think I wouldn't be interested?"

"I was in an accident when I was younger. The scarring is...rather extensive."

"Scarring?" He felt her take his hand and place it somewhere on her body, likely up under the hem of his shirt. Where there should have been soft skin there was something rough and rugged. "Ah. That doesn't bother me."

"Really?" She sounded skeptical.

"I fell in love with a woman I only ever spoke to on the phone, months before I had any idea what she looked like. People matter, souls if you like. Shells don't. You're beautiful."

"You haven't ever seen me clearly."

"I don't have to. The more I get to know you the more beautiful you are."

She was quiet a long moment. "You mean that."

"I do." He was quiet a moment. "I'm usually the one who worries about how he looks to the opposite sex."

"You don't need to worry about that with me."

"Sure about that?"

"You are naked at the moment and I was the one who proposed more than dinner, so, yes."

Ah, right. Hopefully she wouldn't notice the extensive blushing. For all that he had been naked in the dungeon this was the first time he really felt it. For a moment his body was his again and it felt embarrassing and amazing at the same time. "There is that. I think we can safely say we're both interested in each other."

"I agree. Hold on."

"Why?" But a moment later he knew. That had to be the tip of her finger, ever so soft and light, on the most sensitive spot...even more blood rushed down there as he groaned. "What was...?" Oh, what if she hadn't stopped.

"You have a red spot there. I wanted to make sure it wasn't some kind of damage. It's just a birthmark, you're fine." He saw her shadow move. "Shower." She said. "Wash around it but try not to touch."

"Yes, Ma'am." He replied, mostly teasing. He was going to ache for hours now. And it was completely worth it.

"Remember that." She said with a warm smile in her voice before she moved away.