Wolf Moon

Chapter 7

Wolf Moon

Ahmose Inarus

Disclaimer:  I do not own Criminal Minds, nor do I make any profit off of writing this.

SLASH WARNING!!!  Hotch / Reid

Written for the Chit Chat on Author’s Corner Halloween Horrors Challenge.  The moderators supplied a number of titles of the novels of the Master of Horror himself, Stephen King.  We were to pick any title and write a fic using that as the prompt.  I chose, “Cycle of the Werewolf”

 
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Chapter 7

Monday dawned crisp and cold, the sun trying to peek through the fog. A black wolf moved across the yard, his breath misting on the air and the frosted grass crunching under his paws. He slipped in the doggy door and trotted through the kitchen, across the living room and down the hall. He slowed to a stop and peered into the guest bedroom. Then he moved towards the bed. By the time he got there, he was Aaron Hotchner once more. He stood there, body bare, and stared down at the young man sleeping in the bed.

Reid was sprawled out on his back, in nothing but boxers. Hotch's eyes slid over the boy's body and came to rest on his chest. Reid's nipples were hard and erect, and goose-bumps covered his skin. The corners of Hotch's lips quirked up in an affectionate smile at the slight shiver that ran through Reid's frame and he leaned down, taking the blankets that had been kicked aside and drawing them up to cover the sleeping youth. Then he gently tucked a wayward strand of hair behind Reid's air before leaning over and gently kissing his forehead. And then he silently slipped from the room and headed to his bedroom to take a shower after going for a morning run.

He took his time, relaxing in the hot water as he bathed, and then he dried himself and pulled on a pair of jeans before heading out. He shuffled out the front door and scooped up his newspaper, waving at the neighbor before heading back in again. He whipped up some pancakes with the help of Bisquick, and when all was ready, he put on the coffee.

Just as he had intended, within ten minutes, Reid was stumbling into the room looking for his morning hit. Hotch just smirked over the rim of his mug and the top of his paper.

"Morning." He said.

"Mm." Reid answered.

"Pancakes are next to you."

"Mm."

"Let me see your tail."

"Huh?"

"… Reid, drink your coffee." Hotch chuckled, not used to the young man speaking in monosyllabic words, much less just grunting.

"Hmmm…" Reid sighed, plopping down at the table and doing just that.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better." Reid nodded.

"Still sore?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, we won't push you too hard. I want you ready to run Thursday night." Hotch said, and Reid nodded, yawning. "Today… we're meeting some people."

"Oh?" Reid asked.

"Yes. Other wolves."

And Reid choked. Hotch raised a brow, and then gave Reid a sharp whack between the shoulder blades.