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Title: First Taste
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Characters/Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Summary: Hotch's first taste of Spencer Reid. Spencer Reid's first taste of true hunger.
A/N: Wrote this a while ago and completely forgot about it :P
The first time Hotch bit him, it had been at Spencer's request. The withdraws had passed, as well as the physical cravings, but the emotional need for that simultaneously painful and painless oblivion called to him till he felt his ears could bleed.
He'd thought about it for a long time, his vampire boss biting him and drinking his blood. He wouldn't consider it an obsession, but it certainly occupied more of his mind than it should. So, shivering and desperate, he'd asked the creature to do what came naturally; to take the pain away, Hotch had, after much convincing of Spencer's certainty, pushed aside his own reservations about hurting him and complied. Spencer knew Hotch sensed that he wasn't acting rash, or over-estimating his need for something more than himself.
As the fangs penetrated his skin, he'd gasped in pain even as he reached a hand up to hold Hotch in place. It was divine agony, being devoured by a creature greater than himself. Hotch's hand gripped his hair and the teeth moved inside him, drawing more blood but it was the deep growl against his skin that threatened to drive Spencer mad. He knew that any cravings he had in the future wouldn't be for the drugs, but this. Now he'd had a taste of this ecstasy, he dreaded the thought of never experiencing it again.
Fortunately, Hotch seemed more than eager for a second try. Of course, he had been dying at the time.
The injury would have been fatal for a human, and it almost was for Hotch; he just needed blood so he could heal and Spencer was beyond willing to donate himself. This time however, due to the presence of the team, Hotch had drank from his arm. It didn't have nearly the effect that the first time did, the intimacy of being drank from via the neck was missing but he hadn't thought much about it; more concerned with this friends well being. Besides, he probably wouldn't have felt comfortable with doing more in front of everybody else.
The third time Hotch bit him was both the second time Spencer requested, and the first time Spencer climaxed. They had done it differently this time, instead of sitting on the couch with Hotch's arms around him, they'd been laid in a bed.
*
"Are you sure?" Hotch asked again, stroking a finger down Spencer's cheek, neither noticing that, since the first time, their boundaries for physical closeness had virtually vanished.
"I'm more than sure. Hotch, I need you." Spencer tried to shine every ounce of sincerity he felt into those words, and his eyes, and was rewarded by Hotch closing his eyes. When he opened them, they were black and his lips parted to reveal descended fangs. Swallowing in anticipation, Spencer turned his head to the side, revealing his neck. Only, he turned it the wrong way; towards Hotch, knowing that at this angle, he'd have to lean over his body.
He needed Hotch closer, he wanted to feel the weight of the man on top of him. As much as this was about the pain and the need for something, even blood loss, to take his mind to a higher level of bliss; it was also about capturing that intimacy of which he'd been deprived his whole life.
He just needed him closer.
Thankfully, Hotch understood and shifted to lay his body over Spencer's. He lowered his head to run his nose over the curve of his neck, sniffing slightly in a way that made Spencer gasp. When he finally felt fangs scrape across his skin teasingly, he closed his eyes and fisted the sheets. Hotch didn't waste any more time and, in perfect contrast to his earlier slow teasing, pushed the sharp teeth into him with lightning speed, causing Spencer to cry out and arch against him.
As he drank slowly, having avoided any arteries, Hotch ran his hand through Spencer's hair and using it to gently ease back his head; allowing for a smoother flow.
Spencer was floating in a different kind of heaven already, feeling like he was falling even with the grounding heat above him, pressing against him. Without realizing what he was really doing, Spencer wrapped a leg around Hotch's thigh and lifted his hips, rubbing the erection he wasn't consciously aware he had against the other man’s hips. The jolt of arousal that shot through is body collided with the white hot pleasure of being bitten and drank from in a way Spencer could never, even at his most articulate, describe. If the laws of physics would allow for it, Spencer would be certain that he'd levitated in that moment.
He whimpered slightly, digging his nails into the broad back of the man above him. Pulling him even closer, ignoring the fact that it was impossible.
A growl just like the first vibrated across his skin where Hotch's mouth was latched and the vampire ground his hips against Spencer's roughly, making the human see stars and release what could only be described as a moaned sob. The two had continued moving together for a few minutes - or hours, or day's for all Spencer knew - until they were covered in a sheen of sweat. When Hotch came, he pushed against Spencer so hard that his fangs slipped out momentarily and he gasped through is release. Spencer, still hard and hot beneath him, stroked his back throughout.
When Hotch's head seemed to clear and the shaking faded, he moved his hand down to cup Spencer's cock through his pants and pressed his sharp teeth back into the original wounds. As Spencer pressed himself up into Hotch's hand, desperate for more friction, Hotch sucked lightly; paying more attention to the sensation of suction than actually taking any more blood as Spencer knew by the swimming feeling in his head that he'd already given more than either of the previous times.
The thing that pushed him over the edge was his lover increasing the pressure against Spencer's hardness at the same time as moving his fangs within the holes in his neck. The pain mixed with pleasure caused Spencer to cry out him orgasm, which crashed through him and a serene blackness quickly blanketed his mind.
When he awoke, he registered the metallic tinge of Hotch's blood in his mouth; likely the only reason he woke without a throbbing head. As more of the world came into being, he also noticed that he was encased in warm arms. Recognizing Hotch's aftershave, Spencer hummed and nuzzled his face into the firm chest beneath him.
"Well good morning." Hotch said, smirk evident in his tone.
Not feeling particularly coherent, all Spencer could manage was a quiet, "Mmm." He felt the other man's chest vibrate as he chuckled. They lay for a long time, just enjoying the new level of their intimacy despite the fact that they had virtually become this connected since the first time Hotch had sunk his fangs into Spencer's body.
*
Hotch had insisted that their first time making love be free from biting. While Spencer had initially been disappointed, he'd quickly forgotten about it. From the stinging burn of penetration to the encompassing heat of climax, Spencer had never felt such a closeness, such a connection and such a sense of belonging. So much so that he hadn't once thought about Hotch as a vampire.
Just the man he loved.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Characters/Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Summary: Hotch's first taste of Spencer Reid. Spencer Reid's first taste of true hunger.
A/N: Wrote this a while ago and completely forgot about it :P
The first time Hotch bit him, it had been at Spencer's request. The withdraws had passed, as well as the physical cravings, but the emotional need for that simultaneously painful and painless oblivion called to him till he felt his ears could bleed.
He'd thought about it for a long time, his vampire boss biting him and drinking his blood. He wouldn't consider it an obsession, but it certainly occupied more of his mind than it should. So, shivering and desperate, he'd asked the creature to do what came naturally; to take the pain away, Hotch had, after much convincing of Spencer's certainty, pushed aside his own reservations about hurting him and complied. Spencer knew Hotch sensed that he wasn't acting rash, or over-estimating his need for something more than himself.
As the fangs penetrated his skin, he'd gasped in pain even as he reached a hand up to hold Hotch in place. It was divine agony, being devoured by a creature greater than himself. Hotch's hand gripped his hair and the teeth moved inside him, drawing more blood but it was the deep growl against his skin that threatened to drive Spencer mad. He knew that any cravings he had in the future wouldn't be for the drugs, but this. Now he'd had a taste of this ecstasy, he dreaded the thought of never experiencing it again.
Fortunately, Hotch seemed more than eager for a second try. Of course, he had been dying at the time.
The injury would have been fatal for a human, and it almost was for Hotch; he just needed blood so he could heal and Spencer was beyond willing to donate himself. This time however, due to the presence of the team, Hotch had drank from his arm. It didn't have nearly the effect that the first time did, the intimacy of being drank from via the neck was missing but he hadn't thought much about it; more concerned with this friends well being. Besides, he probably wouldn't have felt comfortable with doing more in front of everybody else.
The third time Hotch bit him was both the second time Spencer requested, and the first time Spencer climaxed. They had done it differently this time, instead of sitting on the couch with Hotch's arms around him, they'd been laid in a bed.
*
"Are you sure?" Hotch asked again, stroking a finger down Spencer's cheek, neither noticing that, since the first time, their boundaries for physical closeness had virtually vanished.
"I'm more than sure. Hotch, I need you." Spencer tried to shine every ounce of sincerity he felt into those words, and his eyes, and was rewarded by Hotch closing his eyes. When he opened them, they were black and his lips parted to reveal descended fangs. Swallowing in anticipation, Spencer turned his head to the side, revealing his neck. Only, he turned it the wrong way; towards Hotch, knowing that at this angle, he'd have to lean over his body.
He needed Hotch closer, he wanted to feel the weight of the man on top of him. As much as this was about the pain and the need for something, even blood loss, to take his mind to a higher level of bliss; it was also about capturing that intimacy of which he'd been deprived his whole life.
He just needed him closer.
Thankfully, Hotch understood and shifted to lay his body over Spencer's. He lowered his head to run his nose over the curve of his neck, sniffing slightly in a way that made Spencer gasp. When he finally felt fangs scrape across his skin teasingly, he closed his eyes and fisted the sheets. Hotch didn't waste any more time and, in perfect contrast to his earlier slow teasing, pushed the sharp teeth into him with lightning speed, causing Spencer to cry out and arch against him.
As he drank slowly, having avoided any arteries, Hotch ran his hand through Spencer's hair and using it to gently ease back his head; allowing for a smoother flow.
Spencer was floating in a different kind of heaven already, feeling like he was falling even with the grounding heat above him, pressing against him. Without realizing what he was really doing, Spencer wrapped a leg around Hotch's thigh and lifted his hips, rubbing the erection he wasn't consciously aware he had against the other man’s hips. The jolt of arousal that shot through is body collided with the white hot pleasure of being bitten and drank from in a way Spencer could never, even at his most articulate, describe. If the laws of physics would allow for it, Spencer would be certain that he'd levitated in that moment.
He whimpered slightly, digging his nails into the broad back of the man above him. Pulling him even closer, ignoring the fact that it was impossible.
A growl just like the first vibrated across his skin where Hotch's mouth was latched and the vampire ground his hips against Spencer's roughly, making the human see stars and release what could only be described as a moaned sob. The two had continued moving together for a few minutes - or hours, or day's for all Spencer knew - until they were covered in a sheen of sweat. When Hotch came, he pushed against Spencer so hard that his fangs slipped out momentarily and he gasped through is release. Spencer, still hard and hot beneath him, stroked his back throughout.
When Hotch's head seemed to clear and the shaking faded, he moved his hand down to cup Spencer's cock through his pants and pressed his sharp teeth back into the original wounds. As Spencer pressed himself up into Hotch's hand, desperate for more friction, Hotch sucked lightly; paying more attention to the sensation of suction than actually taking any more blood as Spencer knew by the swimming feeling in his head that he'd already given more than either of the previous times.
The thing that pushed him over the edge was his lover increasing the pressure against Spencer's hardness at the same time as moving his fangs within the holes in his neck. The pain mixed with pleasure caused Spencer to cry out him orgasm, which crashed through him and a serene blackness quickly blanketed his mind.
When he awoke, he registered the metallic tinge of Hotch's blood in his mouth; likely the only reason he woke without a throbbing head. As more of the world came into being, he also noticed that he was encased in warm arms. Recognizing Hotch's aftershave, Spencer hummed and nuzzled his face into the firm chest beneath him.
"Well good morning." Hotch said, smirk evident in his tone.
Not feeling particularly coherent, all Spencer could manage was a quiet, "Mmm." He felt the other man's chest vibrate as he chuckled. They lay for a long time, just enjoying the new level of their intimacy despite the fact that they had virtually become this connected since the first time Hotch had sunk his fangs into Spencer's body.
*
Hotch had insisted that their first time making love be free from biting. While Spencer had initially been disappointed, he'd quickly forgotten about it. From the stinging burn of penetration to the encompassing heat of climax, Spencer had never felt such a closeness, such a connection and such a sense of belonging. So much so that he hadn't once thought about Hotch as a vampire.
Just the man he loved.
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Date: 2012-07-10 10:42 pm (UTC)From: (Anonymous)Vamp Hotch is just yummy
BTW love the new look of your journal