Moonlight's Dance

Five

Spencer wakes with a groan. His head hurt and he had a crick in his neck. On top of that, he had no idea where he was. He was still zip tied to the chair and was shaking from the cold of the room. He blinks awake, craning his head to look at the wounds on his arm. The cuts were shallow enough so he wouldn't bleed out but they did bleed quite a bit from the looks of his now red shirt sleeve. His hair was streaked with grey now and he shifts. His heat would hit him in the next day or so. He really needed to get out of here.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The heavily accented voice made Spencer halt his actions of pulling on the plastic binding his wrists.

"You'll only hurt yourself more."

Spencer only glared. It was all he could do. HIs mind begged for Aaron to come find him. He was pulled from his thoughts when his chin was forced up and a glass was pressed against his lips. Spencer closes his eyes and jerks away, pressing his lips shut.

"Agent, it's just water. You need to drink it so you don't dry out."

When Spencer refused still, the man sighs and raises the glass to his own lips and takes a drink.

"Not poisoned. See?"

Spencer's eyes never left the man's face as the glass was once again was pressed to his lips. He slowly began to drink. The water had a strange texture to it, but it was likely dirty. Spencer stays perfectly still as the glass was taken away. He felt a little light headed and began to panic and struggle more.

"Agent Reid, please calm down. It was just vitamins."

Spencer stops struggling long enough to glare and mouth "It's 'Doctor'., but due to his lack of voice, he looked ridiculous. He feel his wrist start to bleed.

"Agent, you're just going to hurt yourself. Don't fight it."

Spencer struggled harder at the words, then froze when his captor picked up something from a table near the door. It was his pelt. Spencer feels his stomach drop. Then he tensed up. The man gripped the coat and twists it, pulling some of the furs out. Spencer's face twisted in pain and he gives a silent cry of pain.

"Now maybe you'll listen. Stop struggling."

Spencer feels his arms go lax and no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't move them again. His entire body screamed AARON! HURRY! PLEASE!

"I can't wait to break you. I think using the pelt is unnecessarily tacky."

Spencer cuts his eyes and looks away. His gut felt warm and was instantly filled with dread.

Nonononononono....fuck! He didn't. Did he? It's to early!

His heat was induced. He shudders and pulls his shoulders in. The gland on his neck was swollen and starting to raise. Spencer bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. He closes his eyes but hears footsteps. He willed himself to be still and accept what was inevitably going to happen. There was a warm hand on his neck and Spencer forced himself to go numb. But then a sharp pain shoots through his body and his eyes fly open. The German man dug his nail into the gland, breaking the skin. A thin stream of blood trailed down Spencer's chest under his shirt.

"It's almost time Pretty Boy."

Spencer gave a glare to kill. No one called him that except for Morgan. He wasn't going to let that be ruined for him. A hand came across his face harshly. It was enough to make Spencer's head snap to the side and make the chair tetter.

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Aaron jerks upright and gives a grunt of pain. Something happened. Something worse than last night. His arm still throbbed a little. He looks around the room and his eyes land on Spencer's go-bag. He slowly gets up and kneels beside it. Laying on top was the scrunchie. Aaron picks it up and stared at it silently. Yesterday he was putting this damn scrunchie in Spencer's hair. His Spencer. Now he didn't know if he'd ever see the younger man again. Of course he would, but would Spencer be breathing? Setting the scrunchie aside, Aaron digs into the bag and finds the CalTech shirt that served as a sleep shirt. Aaron runs his fingers over the threadbare shirt, worn soft from being used so much. He raises it to his face and inhales deeply. Then he breaks down.