Monster

At my Place

Derek, of course being raised by his mother to be a gentleman, tried to sleep on Reid's couch, or go check into the shitty motel that was across the street, once Reid had of course asked him if he could continue to play the records, on a lower volume, and began to plug in an obscene amount of night lights around the house. At Derek's request, Spencer was up at arms, being raised by his mother that guests get top priority at anything and everything, and he insisted, since they were already dating anyway, that they sleep in the same bed. There was enough room for the both of them, enough room without either of them touching, but both knew that they would end up curled up together once they entered that room. 
Derek, who had always packed light, had a bag out in his truck still with pajamas and a change of clothes that he had brought it in and laid out. Spencer began to get strip off his sweater, but with much difficulty, as he only had one hand to work with.
"C-Can you help me?" He sighed, never liking to ask for help. It made him feel inferior, but he wouldn't admit to it.
He felt the firm, calloused hands, work their way around the hem of his sweater, as he raised his arms. Derek felt Spencer tense, thinking that he hurt his arm, he stopped mid pull, the shirt over the younger's head as he just seemed to remain silent.
Reid tried to focus on the music that was playing, but to no avail, as soon as Derek touched him, taking off his shirt, he was back there, back to them. The two men that haunted his dreams, his mind, his body. It was no longer Derek touching him, it was them.
"Shhh, I just want to see what is under that shirt of yours, sweet thang." The taller man moaned, as the other held Spencer down on the bed. "Oh look at how good he looks, Darnel. All laid out like that, begging with his pretty mouth."
Before he knew it, the taller man, Viglianco, was staring at him hungry. His eyes all over his body, like child looks at candy.
Derek noticed how Spencer was muttering things to himself as he continued to pull the shirt off. Once off of course he could see that far away look in his eye. Eyes glossed over, he twitched slightly at every touch, and began to sway.
"Reid?" Derek said cautiously, not knowing what state the man might be in. He received no answer besides murmurs that were almost to quite to make out. He didn't want to touch him in fear of making it worse. Rubbing his neck with his right hand, he began to pace in front of the man that he loved. Yes, he had seen Spencer like this before, but it had been so long ago, after Tobias.
Spencer's hands shot up, in a fetal stand, his right wrapped around his stomach and his left around his face. "Fuck off, stop it! Derek... Derek make it..." he pleaded. Just the sounds of his pleads made the older man want to cry. He didn't know what tragedy this man had been through, but he knew that he wasn't there to help him, and for the that he would forever hate himself.
His mouth was forced open by Darnel was the taller one,Viglianco, began to take off his pants. Revealing his hard member. Spencer closed his eyes, shutting them hard.
"Derek! Derek!" He called, to no avail.
"Oh, pretty boy, your little hero can't help you in here. No one can hear you scream. Well besides your delicious moans," Viglianco smirked, smacking him. "Now be good and we'll make this easy,"
Spencer closed his eyes, tasting the saltiness on his tongue, his mind taking him somewhere else, anywhere else but there.
"Spencer, Spencer?" Derek was standing in front of him. Somehow he had finally gotten Spencer to sit down on the bed. He was still shirtless and a cold shiver went up his spine.
"Thank you," Spencer smiled, looking down at the ground, "I mean it, thank you, and I'm sorry for uh," he couldn't quite find the words. What do you say? 'I'm sorry that I blacked out back there and was thinking about my prison days?'
"Wanna talk about it ,honey?" Derek asked kneeling in front of him. He noticed Derek stilled hadn't changed his clothes yet, and felt extremely guilty.
"Please , change your clothes first, get comfortable," Spencer motioned to bag that was still laying out. "Not to be coy, since I really don't know the fundamentals of relationships, but, I have a draw in my dresser I don't use, and if you want you can use it, also, if you want you can change in the bathroom," Reid shrugged. He was too tired to think about anything, it was a long day, an exhausting day, and his demons kept chasing him.
"Thank you pretty boy," Derek smiled, kissing his cheek, "keep my spot warm, I'm going to change my shirt and I'll put my clothes away in the morning. I think you need some lovin"