Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Icarus and the Moon 🔥 (E)

Summary: Spencer and Unsub!Reader have had a not-so-friendly rivalry that turns even more dangerous when they start to fall in love.

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Content Warning: Unsub!Reader (art thief), Enemies to Lovers, oral sex (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, discussions about pregnancy, alcohol, guns, threats, drugging (male victim)

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What if Icarus had loved the moon instead?

It was a question I first asked myself when I was twelve years old, wandering the night streets lined with neon stars. I'd since left Las Vegas, but the afterimage of sinful signs remained at the forefront of my mind. The brightness almost seemed to be a mockery of the sun, and the longer I stared with a twisted sort of wonder, the less I found appealing about the light.

Most nights in Virginia, I found myself contemplating the question. The brightest lights to be found here were trapped in rusted metal cages. They were less distracting than the kind that surrounded me in my youth. Rather than desperate, arrogant attempts at replacing the sun, these lights had a flicker about them that reminded me of the others in the sky. They were humble, trapped remnants of stars guiding me to the place I was meant to be.

Whether I would call the woman I'd come for a home, however... was another question entirely.

I stood outside of the establishment with as much confidence as I could muster. It wasn't exactly hard to be convincing. Over the years, I'd found that the real way to frighten people was to convince them that I had nothing to lose.

It had been easier to convince them when it had been true. But that night it was a lie. There was something to lose — or perhaps something already lost to me. I could almost see her through the frosted windows. Sitting alone at the bar, but not for long. Never for long enough.

She was waiting for someone. I liked to think it had been me.

My desperation to see her must have been obvious to the man trying to keep men like me out. Just as soon as I'd stepped forward to make my intention to enter known, I felt a strong hand against my chest.

"I think you're lost, kid."

But if my yearning had been obvious, so was my rage. The fire flared deep in my chest. It tried to burn his hand, to rid myself of the pressure that felt like the only consistent thing in my entire life. A reminder that, no matter where I went, no matter which side of the prison bars, the message remained the same.

You don't belong here.

Before I could open my mouth and spill the resentment towards every man that I'd ever met who held me back, someone else spoke. From the shadows behind me came a voice like velvet wrapped handcuffs and the debauchery of it all.

"There you are baby. I thought I saw you loitering," she said through a smile. "Trying to work up your nerve to apologize after the last time I saw you?"

And just like that, the pressure was gone.

"You know this guy?"

Gone was one obstacle, but two new ones presented themselves. Her arms wrapped around my body from behind with a disturbing familiarity. I didn't turn to her despite feeling her eyes burning into me. But I didn't stop her, either. I allowed her to rest her head against me with a dreamy midnight sigh.

"He's my boyfriend," she explained.

I could tell from her voice that her smile had fallen. Her arms quickly followed. She abandoned my body with such urgency that I was convinced she had given up her facade. That she would out me just as easily as she'd lied.